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bella-rose29 · 3 months

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Deck the Halls (and not your partner) - part 11

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Warnings: making out to the point of hickeys and low level states of undress (don't read if you're not particularly comfortable with it, it's pretty early on and you don't really need it for the rest to make sense 👍), swearing, reader's mother (Emma) is a gem and loves teasing them, lockwood's hands (and ring), I have no idea what came over me to make me write this (I was probably thinking about his hands let's be real)

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“I just don’t understand how they never gave themselves away,” Y/n said while she and Anthony got ready for bed.

He was in the bathroom, so she’d had to raise her voice a little in order to be heard. When he didn’t respond immediately, she frowned at the closed door. “Anthony? You alright?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I’m alright, darling.” She heard shuffling and then the click of the door as it opened, and he stepped out, dressed in his pyjamas.

“Still can’t believe you have matching sets of grandpa pyjamas,” she snorted, moving over to the bathroom.

“You love my matching sets of grandpa pyjamas,” he called as she started brushing her teeth. “And as for how they never gave themselves away, I imagine they were all waiting for the moment they could finally breathe again. Your mother especially, did you see how tightly she hugged me earlier? I thought she might crush my ribs.”

“You’re so dramatic, Ant,” Y/n replied after spitting out the toothpaste. She washed her mouth out, flicked the light off in the bathroom, and headed for the bed. Anthony was already sat on his side, the covers pulled back for her to get in, and she curled up next to him. His arm automatically came around her body, fingers burying in the fabric of her (his) top.

“You love that too,” he said, pressing a kiss to her head. She hummed, burying her face in his chest and swinging her legs over his. The afternoon had been peaceful after Steph and Linda had finally left (although not without a lot of pointing fingers, empty threats, and slammed doors), with Y/n’s family asking questions about their relationship and wanting the real answers this time, and her father had received a call saying that the roads would be clear in the next day or so, and there was a limited train service starting up not too long after that. The storm had blown over faster than people had anticipated, but with the limited technology they had for weather readings, anybody’s guess could be the official report. They had booked tickets on the first train back in four days time, and Y/n knew that both her and Anthony were looking forward to getting back to Portland Row.

“You know,” she started, feeling her eyes start to close when he started threading his fingers through her hair. His other hand was on her thigh, just above her knee. “We should probably think about what we’re gonna do when we get back. About the whole ‘we don’t hate each other now and we’re actually dating’ thing.”

“Oh, that’s a good point. Maybe we just… don’t say anything, like your family? And see how long it takes for them to bring it up?”

“Ant, why would we do that?”

“Because it’s funny?” It was a rhetorical question, and she could feel him smiling from the way his jaw shifted over her head. His fingers hadn’t left her hair, and the hand on her thigh had edged upwards slightly while they’d been talking.

“I suppose it would be quite funny, wouldn’t it?” she mused, nudging her leg further into his grip subconsciously. He hadn’t taken off the ring he always wore, and it was cold against her skin.

“See, I’m winning you over,” he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“You missed,” she murmured, sitting up a little and opening her eyes.

“Missed?”

“Yeah.” She took his face in her hands, nudging her nose against his before kissing him. When she pulled back after a few seconds he automatically followed her, eyes still closed while he searched for her lips again. “Anthony,” she breathed, feeling his breath fan over her face. He surged forward, his grip on her thigh tightening a little while the hand that had been in her hair slid down and cupped her cheek as he kissed her. She brought her hand to his chest, clutching at the fabric of his pyjama shirt and gasping when he deepened the kiss, and she thought she might pass out from how gentle yet desperate he was. She could feel it, how he was holding back and taking it slow, but the fire that burned in her needed more, making her shift in his lap so she was straddling his hips, and if she could take the sound he made when she did so and bottle it up to keep forever, she would.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered between kisses, tilting his head slightly to press his mouth to her cheek, and then her jaw, and then her neck.

“I hope not,” she replied, burying her hands in his hair when he kissed a spot on her neck that made her feel like she was in heaven. “I quite like having you around, actually.”

“Yeah?” He made his way back up her neck, his hand hot and searing where it sat on her thigh. She met his eyes, the half-closed lids and blown pupils combined with his swollen lips making the fire burn hotter, and kissed him sweetly.

“Yeah.” His hair was a mess, but he’d never looked more beautiful than in this moment, the golden glow of the bedside lamp highlighting his features and casting long shadows at the same time, and she threaded her fingers through the mop of hair that was starting to stick to his forehead. “Just promise me something?”

“Anything,” he said, not waiting for her to finish. She thought she could live on the way he was looking at her, like she was the only thing he had ever wanted and he needed her to breathe.

“Stay alive for me? When we get back? You can’t keep- you can’t keep being so reckless with your- your life. Anthony.” He’d trailed the hand that had rested on her cheek down her side, and had gripped her hips with both hands, his fingers curling into the fabric of the shirt she was wearing and bunching it up slightly.

“Sorry, darling.” She supposed she could forgive him when his voice was so low and hoarse, and his fingers were creeping under the top to stroke her skin. “I promise I’ll live for you.” The next kiss burned, filled with the weight of what he’d just sworn, and it was only when they couldn’t hold their breath for any longer that they finally pulled away for air. “I promise,” he whispered into her skin, dragging her closer by his grip on her waist. “I promise.” His hand was drifting upwards slowly, the cold metal of his ring a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies, and she knew he was waiting for her to tell him it was alright. His lips had barely left hers, and when she took her hands out of his hair to start undoing the buttons on his shirt she felt his breath hitch.

“This okay?” she asked, smiling when he nodded eagerly, leaning back in for another kiss. He was drunk on her, she was sure, but she wasn’t exactly sober herself. Eventually he decided she was moving too slowly, taking the bottom of his top into his own hands and doing it himself. The next few minutes were frantic, Anthony’s shirt discarded on the floor by the bed and hers on the way to joining it, hands travelling over skin in an attempt to know every inch of each other. When he lifted her up and laid her on her back, settling between her legs while he braced himself on one arm and held her with the other, she knew she was doomed.

~~~

The next morning, Emma was on tea duty.

She and Ben took turns making teas for the family in the morning, and as she traipsed upstairs with a full tray of mugs (after depositing two in her parents’ bedroom downstairs) she yawned, hoping that everyone was at least a little bit awake so that she could go back to bed and read her book. John was first, bleary-eyed and scratching his side like a monkey, and he took his tea with a very sleepy “Mornin’ Mum”, the door closing in her face as soon as he had a grip on the handle of the mug. Then was Sam and Will, who were being made to share, and as she had expected Will was the opposite of John, wide awake and already dressed, reading in bed with the small lamp on so that he didn’t wake Sam. “Thanks, Mum,” he’d smiled, planting a kiss on her cheek and kicking the door shut after taking his and Sam’s teas. Tom was in the library with his colouring (she had to stop and put down the plastic mat so that he didn’t accidentally colour the furniture), and he barely acknowledged her presence when she left the mug on the table nearby and told him to be careful. Olivia wasn’t awake, so Emma left the mug on her bedside table and pressed a kiss to her daughter’s forehead before creeping back out and moving on to the last room before her own.

A soft knock was normally enough to alert Y/n, telling her that the teas were ready, but when after roughly thirty seconds nobody appeared at the door, Emma frowned, balanced the tray on her hip, and gently pushed open the door. “Oh,” she whispered to herself upon seeing her eldest daughter and Anthony curled up in bed together, both sound asleep.

She’d figured that the two of them weren’t actually dating after they’d first arrived, although at the time she’d thought it was more that they were in a rough patch and were attempting to hide it. They’d argued over who was taking the suitcase in, for crying out loud! But then Anthony had gone and comforted her after Steph had made comments that forced Y/n upstairs, and Emma had been confused again. When Olivia had been helping her get dinner ready that first night, she’d put forward the idea that maybe they weren’t together, and Y/n just felt that she couldn’t turn up without a boyfriend to a huge gathering where everybody thought she was in a relationship. Then things had started making sense, like the way Y/n had looked stiff in his arms for the first few days, or how she would glare at Anthony instead of gazing lovingly at him like Emma knew she herself did with Ben.

At some point something had changed, though, because now they were apparently actually together. She, along with everyone else, had spent the afternoon yesterday questioning the young couple on pretty much everything, including why the hell they hated each other in the first place. Anthony had gone bright red, apologising profusely for his behaviour, and then Y/n had interrupted and said that she should be the one apologising, and then the pair of them had traded such love-struck looks that it made even Emma want to throw up a little. She was planning on getting the photo albums out today, since she had been so scared of revealing that she knew the truth before that she hadn’t fully settled in to the role of Embarrassing Mother. She’d wanted Y/n to feel that she could come forward in her own time, and the situation was sticky enough as it was with Steph and Linda (she frowned at the memory of how poorly her sister and niece had acted) making comments and embarrassing Y/n that Emma had taken a step back. Now, however, there was no hiding. Anthony would be seeing all of the photos of Y/n as a baby, and that was that.

She would have a field day at breakfast, too, if her assumptions were correct.

From what she could tell as she put the cups of tea on the bedside table and had a quick look around the room, neither Anthony nor Y/n were wearing tops, and in the dim light of the room she could tell that there were definitely marks on both of their necks. She smiled to herself, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s shoulder, and tiptoed out of the room.

~~~

When Anthony woke up, the first thing he thought was how comfortable he was.

He opened his eyes, rubbing lazily to try and clear away the last remnants of sleep, and he realised that Y/n was lying with her back to him and he had wrapped an arm around her waist in an effort to meld their bodies into one. Their legs were tangled together under the duvet, his pyjama-clad ones mixed with her short-wearing ones, and it was no wonder he hadn’t been able to breath too well when he’d first woken up, because his face had been buried in her neck.

Her neck.

His eyes widened as he took in the state of her skin, littered in small marks (and one or two larger ones), and he knew that he would most likely be murdered when she woke up. He couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth at the memory of last night, though, and all the kisses they had shared. They hadn’t gone much further than that, both deciding it was far too early and far too risky in a house that was shared by most of her immediate family, but Anthony could have died a happy man after that.

He wouldn’t, of course, because he’d promised her last night that he would live.

He took note then of the two mugs of steaming tea on the bedside table, and realised that someone must have come in and placed them there not too long ago. Then he realised that whoever it had been had probably seen the hickeys on Y/n’s neck. “Shit,” he mumbled, closing his eyes briefly in an attempt to gather strength. It would be fine. Maybe they hadn’t been able to see clearly in the darkness of the room? But then again some of them were pretty large, and there wasn’t much chance of them being missed. Y/n was going to kill him.

She was waking up now, he could tell from the way her breathing changed and her body shifted, and she stretched out her legs and twisted in his arms to face him. “Good morning, darling.”

“Mornin’ Schmoopie.”

“I thought that name was banned?”

“Banned for you. I can use it.”

“Ah, I see.” He smiled into her forehead, pressing his lips to the skin in tiny kisses. “Did you sleep alright?” She hummed her assent, eyes still closed while she nestled further into him. He wondered if she could feel how fast his heart was beating.

“Did you?”

“Yeah. Best sleep I’ve had for a while.” It had felt like he’d blinked and gone from the after-effects of last night to waking up with her in his arms this morning.

“That’s good. Can I smell tea?”

“Yes, although I don’t know who it was that brought it in; I was still asleep.”

“Probably Mum,” she said, groaning and sitting up. Anthony watched her for a moment, small smile on his face as he took in her sleepy expression, then followed suit. He went to say something, but the movement of his body sitting up had pulled the duvet away and down the bed, and all thoughts went out of his head. “Shit, it’s cold in here,” Y/n hissed, putting down the mug she’d just picked up in favour of wrapping the blankets back around her torso. She paused when she realised Anthony had frozen and gone red, and frowned at the face he was making. “Are you… alright? You look a bit… I dunno. Weird.”

“What? Oh, I’m…” he swallowed thickly and met her eyes, immediately looking away again and studying the wall opposite the bed. “I’m fine.”

“Okay… I’ll pass your tea over if you want it?”

“Thank you.” He still wasn’t looking at her, although he did remove his gaze from the wall to ensure he held the mug correctly, and a slightly awkward pause followed.

“You didn’t put your top back on last night.” He heard her choke on her tea and pressed his hand over his eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean- I just- you-” he sighed, giving up on coming up with an excuse that would explain his previous statement.

“Of course I didn’t put it back on, I was way too warm,” she said once she’d recovered. “Wait. Were you staring at my chest?” When he didn’t answer and instead kept his gaze fixed on the tea he held she let out a laugh. “You didn’t seem bothered last night by me not wearing a top.” Now it was his turn to choke, and he had to set down his mug before he spilled the liquid. When he finally turned to look at her she had a smug grin on her face, sipping her tea while she watched him with amusement dancing in her eyes.

“That- that was different!”

“Different how?”

“I- you- it just was!” He wished the ground would swallow him up. Y/n snorted, taking a larger gulp of tea.

“I’m teasing, Anthony. You don’t have to look so terrified.” He didn’t think she would ever let him live this down. He had just taken his first drink of tea when he heard her curse softly. “Ant?”

“Yeah?” He looked over at her, brows drawing together. “What is it?” She bit her lip, eyes focused on something below his face. “Y/n?”

“You, uh… you’ve got…” she gestured vaguely to his neck, hesitating a moment before touching a finger to the skin just above his collarbone. It hit him, then, what she was referring to.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you leave marks on my neck last night?”

“… yeah?”

“Well we’re in deep shit.”

“… why?”

“I… might have done the same…” he trailed off, his voice growing quieter with every word, and she could only stare at him.

“Anthony.”

“Hmm?”

“Anthony. Please tell me you’re joking.” He didn’t say anything, instead taking another sip of his tea. “Anthony, if it was Mum that came in and did tea this morning then we are screwed because there is no way she didn’t see. Anthony answer me.”

“I’m not joking, sorry.” He couldn’t help but smile at her exasperated groan that followed, and he opened his mouth to speak again. “Although you didn’t seem bothered by me kissing your neck last night,” he said, using her earlier words against her. This time it was his turn to be smug, and he laughed when she lightly slapped his chest. “What? You rather enjoyed it from what I remember.”

“Your memory is wrong,” she grumbled, finishing off her tea.

“I don’t think it is, darling, but whatever you say.”

~~~

“Good morning love birds! Did you two sleep alright?” Emma chirped when Anthony and Y/n walked into the kitchen. She noted the slight flushed look to both of them (particularly Anthony who had gone a wonderful shade of pink that she didn’t think she’d seen before), and then the poor attempts at covering up the marks that decorated their necks.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Thank you.” Y/n looked like a deer in headlights, sitting down on a bar stool and smiling when her father placed a plate of food in front of her. “Thanks,” she muttered, picking up a fork and digging in. Anthony was apparently dealing with everything a lot better than Y/n, already engaged in conversation with John and Sam about something while he entertained Tom at the same time. Emma was glad that he was here, especially given how stressful Steph and Linda were, and she could tell that her eldest daughter was far better off with him in her life. He really cared about her, most likely better than Emma ever had, and while it stung to think that he was doing the job that she should have done, she was happy that Y/n had someone that she lived with to rely on.

“Are you sure, dear? You look quite tired, I don’t imagine you did much sleeping.” She did feel a little bit of remorse at her teasing, but it was too funny watching Y/n squirm in embarrassment while she tried to come up with something to say. Even Anthony was blushing now from his place on Y/n’s right. Besides, this was her first experience with being the Embarrassing Mother, and if she needed to she would explain herself to her daughter later.

“Did you do tea rounds this morning?” Y/n blurted instead, her brow furrowing.

“I did… where is this going?”

“Oh, no reason. It’s fine,” she said, entirely unconvincingly.

“Right, well eat up. Anthony, I’m showing you the photo albums after breakfast!”

“Mum, please don’t, I can’t take any more of this,” pleaded Y/n, but Emma just chuckled.

“I just want him to see some of the previous Christmases we’ve had!”

“Personally,” Anthony chimed in, “I would love to see the photo albums, Emma. It sounds like a wonderful way to spend the morning.” His grin could only be described as shit-eating, and Emma loved it.

She loved it even more when Y/n groaned and held her head in her hands.

~~~

“And here- what was happening here? Oh yes, she’d managed to get her head stuck in the railings of the bannister, only three years old!”

“So you took a picture before helping your three year old daughter out of the bannisters?” Y/n asked her mother incredulously, not enjoying the way Anthony was studying every single photo of her as a baby. They had already been here for roughly forty minutes, and they weren’t even a third of the way through the album.

“Well you don’t look too bothered, darling. In fact, you look like you’re having a whale of a time, look how big that smile is!”

“Shut up,” she mumbled, cuddling closer into his side. His laughter warmed her, and suddenly she didn’t mind so much that he was being promised copies of some of these photos. She knew that her mother knew about the marks on both of their necks, too, her suspicions confirmed after the whole fiasco at breakfast (there had been many more innuendos and exaggerated winks), but she didn’t mind that too much either. How could she, when Anthony was burning brighter than the sun right now, with his smile that lit up every room he walked into (or even walked past) and his easy charm? How could she be upset when he was sat so close to her, holding her to him so gently yet so tightly, as though he were afraid that at any moment she might disappear?

No, she was happy. Not about the current photo of her with cake smushed all over her face and outfit at her friend’s 4th birthday party, but generally, she was happy. Steph and Linda were gone, Anthony was here, and in a few days they would be back home with Lucy, and George, and Holly too when she came over.

For the first time in years, she was truly happy. And she could owe it all to Anthony Lockwood.

part 12 (final part)

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hunieday · 5 months

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Isumi Haruka Rabbitube Mini - Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Isumi Haruka: Thanks for your hard work. do you have free time rn? (1)

Isumi Haruka: Right now*?

Momo: I do have time rn

Momo: Right now*! ;P

Izumi Mitsuki: Same, I’m free rn

Izumi Mitsuki: Right now*! 😆

Isumi Haruka: Sorry, I accidentally sent the predicted text...

Momo: Don't worry about it at all! I thought maybe Harukacchi felt comfortable with us, so I was actually happy 🥺

Izumi Mitsuki: Me too! I felt like I was talking to Tamaki, feel free to be casual! 😆👍

Isumi Haruka: As if I were talking to Yotsuba!? lol

Isumi Haruka: No, that would be dangerous, we always talk about who's gonna treat the other 💦

Momo: Sounds fun~~~~~~ I wanna go back to high school and play rock-paper-scissors to decide who buys juice at the store ‼‼😭.

Izumi Mitsuki: I know right! Then go buy sweet red-bean soup and play tricks on each other! 🤩

Isumi Haruka: Sounds like you guys were really enjoying your time

Isumi Haruka: Um, onto the main question! Please let me conduct a survey on what would be good for next week's Rabbimini after-party!

Isumi Haruka:

1. visiting a ramen shop

2. Panda-man taste testing

3- Divination

4- All-you-can-eat dim sum brunch

Izumi Mitsuki: Ooh~~!!

Izumi Mitsuki: You really thought this through! Thanks 😭 well, we still haven’t decided on anything yet!

Momo: Let's go to aaaall of them!! your big brother here will treat you guys to everything 😭‼

Isumi Haruka: Nah if we go to all of them our stomachs will be too bloated lol

Isumi Haruka: I wanted to do something for you two since you guys took me out for yakiniku after the shoot

Momo:Isn’t he so admirable? ol’ friend Mitsuki-san…

Izumi Mitsuki: What a lovable boy, ol’ friend Momo-san… (2)

Isumi Haruka: You're becoming grandpas lol

Momo:

Izumi Mitsuki:

Izumi Mitsuki: Alright then, do you have any recommendations among these choices?

Isumi Haruka: Erm...

Isumi Haruka: Panda-man. They look cute and I think it’d be fun

Isumi Haruka: I know it’s somewhat childish but...

Momo: It’s fine, I wanna chomp chomp it!! It's cute like Momo-chan, right!? 😍💕

Izumi Mitsuki: I might have seen it featured on TV! 😆 They have different panda faces on them right?

Isumi Haruka: 😉🥺😤

Isumi Haruka: ↑ Yeah! Like these

Isumi Haruka: People take pics of themselves making the same face as Panda man as a trend

Momo: Oh no we totally have to do a photoshoot too 🫰

Izumi Mitsuki: Now you sound like a gyaru lol

Momo: But it's been a while, so teach us how to take photos 🥺 waaggghhh

Isumi Haruka: I'll definitely teach you everything 🫰

Izumi Mitsuki: By the way, there's a photo of the three of you in our fridge! The one you, Iori and Tamaki took together 😆.

Isumi Haruka: Huh!? The fridge!?

Isumi Haruka: At the IDOLiSH7 dorm!?

Izumi Mitsuki: That's right! lolol you took it to commemorate getting a large king pudding stuffed plushie right?

Momo: Wait a minute!! You’re telling me you can see that incredibly cute picture if you go to the IDOLiSH7 dorm ⁉

Izumi Mitsuki: You sure can 👍

Momo: We'll bring a hot pot set and come visit you.

Izumi Mitsuki: We'll be waiting 👍

Isumi Haruka: Please stop, it's embarrassing lololol

Isumi Haruka: But I wonder if Izumi got mad when you stuck it there?

Isumi Haruka: Ah, I mean the little brother! Iori-kun

Izumi Mitsuki: It's confusing since we're both Izumi! 😂

Izumi Mitsuki: He was a bit nervous about it, but Tamaki told us that you three worked really hard together to get that stuffed plushie, so he was really happy and wanted to stick it everywhere!

Izumi Mitsuki: He couldn't help but forgive him when he heard that ✨

Momo: That's so precious... I'll bring beer in bulk on top of that hot pot set.

Izumi Mitsuki: Thank you!? lololol

Isumi Haruka:

Momo: Haruka sounds embarrassed! so cute (*σ･ω･｡)σ

Izumi Mitsuki: This is youth :pudding cheer:

Isumi Haruka: I'm not embarrassed!!!

Momo: What other poses do you usually strike? (*σ･ω･｡)σ

Isumi Haruka: Well, since Izumi doesn't pose so much, Yotsuba and I go extra to make it more exciting, or something...?

Izumi Mitsuki: more exciting lolol thank you!!

Iori smiles when he looks at the picture in the fridge, so I’m truly happy!

Isumi Haruka: Is that so

Isumi Haruka: Yotsuba said he's gonna be fine, but there were times when I wondered if I was pushing him too hard. I'm glad!

Momo: Mitsuki,,,,, I think I'm going to cry,,,,,,

Izumi Mitsuki: Me too,,,,, the big bro in me is so happy,,,,,

Isumi Haruka: p-please don't cry!!

Momo:

Isumi Haruka: I wanna take a picture with a pose that only three people can pull off! What do you think 😳

Izumi Mitsuki: Sounds good! I think we should pose like we did in Rabbimini, right?

Isumi Haruka: Maybe we could clasp our hands together in front of our chests and strike a kung fu pose? Like what we did at the start of Rabbimini! 🙏

Izumi Mitsuki: That's a good idea! I practiced a lot while watching videos! 😆

Momo: You could doodle something cute like ramen, that’d be adorable!! 😆💕

Isumi Haruka: I'll draw a panda too 🐼

Momo: That's the best!! What will you draw, Mitsuki!?

Izumi Mitsuki: Uh, something related to Rabbimini !? let me think

Izumi Mitsuki: A colander,,,?

Momo: a colander lololololololololol

Isumi Haruka: lolololololol

Izumi Mitsuki: I'll practice drawing it lololol

Momo: looking forward to seeing the result of your practice lolol

Momo: Momo-chan and Mitsuki are gonna drive and pick you up from school on the day of the shoot! ✨

Izumi Mitsuki: I’ll rabbitchat you when we get there! 😆

Isumi Haruka: You were serious about that?!?!

Isumi Haruka: I'm happy, but I think Izumi and Yotsuba will get jealous lol 🫣 🫣

Momo: I was serious about it, Harukacchi…!!

Izumi Mitsuki: They’ll definitely be jealous, so I’m gonna spoil them by making their favorite things before and after the outing 🥹 I'm sure both of them will understand that it’s to celebrate your hard work at the shooting!

Isumi Harukai: Um, just to be clear, please be careful not to stand out! Yotsuba told me that when Momo-san came the other day, the whole school was talking about it!

Momo: no way...!! I'm gonna park a little further away from the school so I won’t bother anyone.

Izumi Mitsuki: Let's put on a disguise so that we don't stand out!

Momo:

Izumi Mitsuki:

Isumi Haruka: I'm getting really excited for some reason..!

Momo: I'm glad! After the shoot, let's go to the arcade together when we’re less busy >u< I like that one game! The one where you kill zombies!

Isumi Haruka: Isn’t it great?

Isumi Haruka: I compete with Yotsuba in the high score board, so I'm good at it!

Momo: Huh that’s cool!! Haruka can really do anything >u<

Isumi Haruka: Hehehe

Mitsuki-san, is there something you’d like to do if we go together?

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah! Then, the crane game! I know a guy who’s gonna be over the moon if he gets a Kokona-chan or something 😆 you'll have to teach me all the tricks!

Isumi Haruka: Yes!! I'll take care of it 🙌

Momo: Then Mitsuki, give me tips on how to draw a colander ;P✨

Izumi Mitsuki: I don’t think there are any tricks to that lololol i’ll think about it lolol

Isumi Haruka: lolololol

In the original text, Haruka sends a casual text to the group chat, then corrects his tone by adding “ですか” (desu ka) in a separate message. Momo and mitsuki tease him about it by sending casual messages then following it up with “ですか”. This kind of polite speech doesn’t exist in English, so this was the closest way to convey the OG conversation’s tone

This is another joke that can’t be properly conveyed in English without further context, Momo and Mitsuki start adding “や” (ya) at the end of their messages which is a form of speech under a style called “yakuwarigo”, used in manga/anime (amongst other forms of media) to indicate age. The “ya” in this case is added to elderly characters’ speech, hence why I chose to add the “ol’ man” so that Haruka’s comment makes sense.

#idolish7 #i7 #idolish7 translation #isumi haruka #sunohara momose #momo re:vale #izumi mitsuki #rabbitube mini #rabbitchat

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heyyy i was wanting to request! where reader and ellie has a kid and its christmas night, yall are putting the presents up and yall can hear your kid moving around in their bed and yall run to yalls room to not get caught, just a silly fanfic really! 😊

Christmas Shenanigans

Ellie williams x fem reader!

A/n: yes my anon ! At your service ! I don't particularly like this but I hope you guys do :)

My masterlist!

Warnings: none, just pure fluffyness, maybe some language but not much, just slightly flirtatious Ellie.

The warmth from the fireplace is one of the things keeping you happy and content. You were currently sipping some hot cocoa, sitting on the couch as Ellie approaches you. "She's finally out, we can start whenever." It was currently Christmas eve and Ellie had just put your daughter down for bed. "Little mites incredibly excited." She says with a smile etched onto her face, plopping down on the couch, next to you. You smile also leaning into her touch. "When should we get the presents out here?" You look over at the tree, you guys were waiting for Autumn to fall asleep. "We could do it now, speedily." You nod, going to get up. "What time are we going to see Joel in the morning?" You inquire. She also gets up. "Well we would probably be there at around mid day, he's putting on a lunch for the fam."

She goes to your guys room which was thankfully on the other end of your daughter's bedroom. You follow after her. "Sounds like a plan." You go into the closet getting the already wrapped presents. You grab a few and so does Ellie. Quietly making your way down. "This kid is spoiled." You laugh out. "Dont talk like thatt. Only the best for my little princess." You laugh at her. "What am I then? Chopped liver." She let's out her own laugh. "Dont worry, you'll get the best present later on in the evening." She winks at you, and you just roll your eyes. Always gotta be joking about something.

You had finished not too long ago the room was dark as you were ready to go up, but you suddenly hear the floorboards in your daughters room creak. You and Ellie both look at one another, quietly but at a fast pace, going into your guys shared bedroom. Ellie plops on the bed with you hugging your form and smiling like crazy. "Well Mrs claws I think thats a job well done." Ellie says with a small smirk. "Oh, so you're Santa?" She nods, proudly. "Why ofcourse, and you're my little hoe." That cocky grin on her face says it all. "You're trouble williams." You push her off getting onto your side of the bed. "Uh uh, that's Santa. To you." She smirks going to her side of the bed. "Night you." She smiles. "Night my lil helper."

"Mama, mommy!" You've been awoken. Watching as Ellie fully awakens. "Hey lil munchkin." She helps Autumn up onto the bed. "Its Christmas!" She beams with excitement. "I know! I think someone's paid you a lil visit down stairs. Why don't you go check it out and me and mommy will be down soon yeah?" She nods her lil head, letting Ellie set her down. You then roll over to look at her. "Merry Christmas baby." She leans down to kiss you when you reply. "Merry Christmas Els." You smile at her. "Better get up huh." You say, beginning to sit up. "Yes, or else the little monkey will bother us more." You laugh gently. "But she is very adorable."

Ellie nods heading down there with you. "When are we seeing grandpa, mama?" She looks up at Ellie. "Soon, but first! Let's open some presents." "Yeahhhh." Your daughter jumps with excitement. You go into the kitchen to prepare some hot cocoa for the three of you, bringing it out once you're done. "Thank you mommy." Autumn smiles at you. "That's alright love. Right let's get to opening presents."

You all had a fun filled morning opening presents, spending time with one another. You arrived at Joel's not too long ago. "Grandpa!" Your daughter squeals going to hug him. He picks her up. "Hiya kiddo!" He smiles, hugging back. He smiles at you and Ellie. "She wake ya up early?" You laugh at how he just knew. "Did she what." He looks at her gently setting her down but going to bend down to her level. "I got you a lil somethin princess." He smiles at her gently poking her tummy. She giggles. "Yayyy." You shake your head with a big smile. "Aren't you lucky!" She nods. "Thanks grandpa!" He stands back up going upstairs.

"Good manners." Ellie smiles at the small girl. Joel soon after comes back down with a pretty pink wrapped box. "Here you are." He hands it to her, her face lit up as she opens it. It was a cute little t-shirt saying 'grandad's girl' It was adorable and it was obvious she loved it. "Can I put it on now?" She smiles wide. "Can't say no to that." He then smiles. She goes into the bathroom to do so, coming down. "Tadaaa." She twirls. "That shirt is very true." He winks at her as she giggles. "Actually she's mama's princess." Ellie punches Joel's arm lightly. "I think I've won her heart more." He ruffles Ellies hair, walking away. "I'm her parent!" She huffs, you rub her arm. "You're crazy." She laughs putting her arm around your shoulder. "Yeah but you love me." "That i do."

#elliewilliams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams the last of us smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader

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adoristsposts · 10 months

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false god | nico hischier

author's note; obsessed w that false god edit of him on tiktok by zegraser like i cannot stop watching it summary; christmas has a set-in-stone tradition: going to mass with your grandfather. but this year you and your boyfriend are coming up with your own traditions. word count; 0.9k warnings; reader isn't religious but her grandpa sure is! characters; Reader x Nico Hischier

When you agreed to spend Christmas with Nico's family in Switzerland, you had no idea the uproar it would cause. Namely with your grandfather. The man was so old that he could rival Mr. Magoo for senile shenanigans. You loved him, but the absolute offence he took to your missing Christmas mass was shocking. "You're breaking the old man's heart." Your mother joked. Your father mumbled something about how in all his years of living, he had never been able to escape his father's demands to go to mass. But being in a different country seemed like a great excuse.

"Baby, you ready?" Nico asked, poking his head into the room. "Yeah. I gotta go, guys. Tell Papa I love him." Your mother grimaced. "He says he's not talking to you right now. But he loves you too." You laughed and told your parents you loved them before hanging up the phone. "Okay. I think I'm ready." "It's not that big a deal," Nico told you for the millionth time. His mother had put the two of you in charge of making the Zimtsterne and Mailänderli. Nico had gone on and on about the importance of making Christmas cookies every year in Switzerland. Now you were a part of the tradition and you were determined to prove yourself. "It is to me, Neeks." You got up and kissed his nose. "Need to get it right so we can make them next year." He smiled and flashed those obnoxiously gorgeous dimples at you. "Fine." He sighed, even though the simple mention of there being a next year for the two of you had his heart fluttering.

You had missed Santa's visit that brought nuts and mandarins, which Nico joked he was devastated about. His two older siblings had already eaten the cookies and chocolates he had brought. He was showing them to you now, as you waited for the cookies to bake. "Nuts and mandarins?" You asked, scrunching your nose up. He laughed, "Not a fan?" "Of nuts, no. I've never had a mandarin." "Try one." He offered, handing one to you. You pursed your lips. "What?" "I feel like we need to do something fun with this." You admitted. "I'm missing my traditions. Let's come up with something new." "I have an idea," Nico said. He took the mandarin from your hands and peeled it open. Expertly, he pulled out two slices and set the rest on the table. "Come on, don't want to give my mother a heart attack." He laced his hand in yours and pulled you into your room. "Nico," You laughed, "What on Earth are we about to do?" He stood facing you and grabbed your other hand lightly, careful not to crush the slices. "We," He took a deep breath like he was preparing, "Are going to put a slice in each of our mouths. And we are going to bite down. And whoever's sprays the most juice gets to eat the chocolate from the advent calendar." "Oh you're on, Hischier." You said, even though it would be all luck. He pulled his hand out of yours and opened it to you, letting you pick your slice. You pursed your lips and pretended you were thinking. In all reality, you didn't really know which one to choose. "This one." You grabbed the one on the left. Nico hummed like he was sure you had made the wrong decision. Both of you placed the slices in your teeth. The juice sprayed a little when you bit down and dripped down onto your chin. You couldn't help your laughter as you watched Nico's do the same. You swallowed what was left of your mandarin slice and wiped the juice off your face. "I think mine was definitely juicier." You reached up to cup his face. "Oh really?" He said. You just hummed against his lips as you pulled him into a kiss. You had to admit, this new tradition was a lot better than listening to some priest preach for hours about things you didn't fully understand.

Later, you and all the Hischiers were still bundled up in your warm clothes from your walk when Nico's mom happily exclaimed, "You should light the Adventskranz!" And you had no clue what she was talking about. "The candles." Nico's older sister laughed, "We light one a week. Usually, we let Neeks do this one, but we like you more." "Hey!" Nico protested at his sister's teasing jab. He wrapped and arm around you and you leaned against his chest. "I'd be happy to." You told them. You weren't sure if the flush of your cheeks was from the warmth of the house or the absolute joy as you felt yourself slotting into their family activities.

That night Nico traced patterns on your hip. He was propped up on his elbow, watching his finger drawing elaborate swirls as you studied his features. "I love it here." You finally told him. His eyes lit up as he looked at you. "Really?" He said excitedly. "Really. It was worth my grandpa's wrath." He laughed at that. "Tell Papa it's my fault." You waved a hand in the air dismissively, "Please, he loves you." "I'm glad." He dropped his head to nuzzle into your neck. "I'm going to marry you someday." You couldn't stop your grin. "Oh, really?" "Yes." He pulled his face up. His hair was falling every which way and you adored it. You adored him. "Just don't propose on Christmas." "Why not? Overdone?" He asked. "No," You said, "My grandpa will never forgive me for taking attention away from Christmas mass."

#adoristsposts #nhl #nico hischier fic #nico hischier fluff #nico hischier x reader #new jersey devils #new jersey devils fic

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My Girl, Lily Prentiss (9)

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"Lils," Emily shouted through the flat. "Come here hun." She heard the familiar footsteps and banging as she pictured her daughter jump over the back of the sofa, trudge through the living room and into the kitchen where she stood. Clad in one of Emily's old jumpers, she was looking a lot healthier two months down the line. Emily was taking some time off, not only to heal but to make sure the adoption process went through okay - and to get used to being a parent. She was loving it so far.

"Yes mum?" Lily asked, sliding into one of the chairs at the dinner table. Emily wasn't quite used to hearing that yet, such an endearing term. According to JJ, she'd never get used to it. "How do you feel about coming into work with me tomorrow?" Prentiss set a coffee on the table for her daughter and slid into one of the opposite seats. As much as Lily had warmed up to Emily, she was yet to warm up to the team. She knew they loved her, she knew how amazing they were but she was so skeptical with new people - she had only spoken to JJ and Rossi and that was when they came over. JJ was nice to her, hugging her, kissing her forehead. JJ was like Emily but not quite. Rossi was like her grandpa she never had. He made jokes with her but he was so patient with her, being gentle and such a calming presence. He made her laugh.

"It won't be for long. I have to go in and speak to the director. Then if the team are all free, we're going to go out for dinner," Emily contiued, noticing Lily's silence. "I'm not sure," Lily responded, blowing on her coffee. "They all stare." "They don't stare baby, they might try hug you and talk to you but as soon as we've said our hellos then you're free to stop speaking to them. Rossi said you can stay in his office if you'd like, you can stay in mine too but I won't be there." "JJ?" "JJ will be at her desk most likely, you can sit with her too but she's in the bullpen. You can do what you like sweetheart, as long as you're comfortable," Emily explained, softly. Lily nodded, agreeing to go with Emily tomorrow.

That night, Lily curled up in her mum's bed, bringing her knees to her chest and waiting for Prentiss to climb in next to her. Emily smiled, coming out of the bathroom. "You have your own bedroom you know," she smirked. She'd tease Lily but she wouldn't change it for the world. Lily just stuck her tongue out at Em and waited for her to lay down properly so she can cuddle up close, and feel her warmth. "Goodnight darling," Emily whispered, wrapping her arms around her small frame and pulling her closer. She turned out the light and let the darkness seep in. "Goodnight Emmy, I love you," Lily replied. "I love you too, angel."

The two walked into the BAU and was greeted with cheers, balloons, music and happy people. Everyone began singing happy birthday as loudly as they could and Emily smiled taking her Birthday girl's hand. Lily teared up looking at the group around her. "Happy Birthday to Lily," everyone cheered. "Happy Birthday to you!" Garcia let off some party poppers and JJ brought over the cake for her to blow out the candles. Lily, despite suddenly being the centre of attention, hadn't felt a warmth like it in forever. She felt loved, safe and happy and she couldn't stop the wide smile from forming on her face. "Happy Birthday sweet girl," Emily smiled, wrapping her arms around her daughter and kissing her forehead. "How did you know it was my birthday?" Lily asked her. "I signed your adoption papers doofus," Emily laughed, hugging her tighter.

The team celebrated together, eating cake and then Lily was shown to the round table room. She'd seen it before, to go over technicalities of the case involving her brothers but now, it was fully decorated and on the table was a large, very large pile of presents. They were all wrapped in the same paper, some had large bows on them, and every single one said her name.

"All for me?" she asked, turning to the team behind her. "All for you cherry pie!" Garcia smiled, hurrying into the room. "Open this one first," she giggled, pushing one into her hands. Lily laughed and sat down on the chair, ripping open the present. It was an Ipad, all for her.

The team went out for dinner, to their favourite restraunt. Lily wore a brand new dress which JJ had bought her. It was white and flowy, covered in the most beautiful crystals. She wore a denim jacket from Rossi and the new shoes from Garcia. She had on a bracelet from Morgan and Emily had done her hair. At the table, she sat beside Spencer and together, they worked through the Rubix cube he'd bought her. He showed her the tricks and then pulled out mroe puzzles for her to play with - she was transfixed. Emily sat on her other side with a wide smile on her face. She knew that today would go one of two ways, Lily would have panicked at the attention and gone into herself or she'll be so overwhelmed with love and happiness she doesn't think about the attention and thankfully it was the latter.

"You got so lucky," Rossi said, leaning over the table to Prentiss. "She's a brilliant, bright young lady." "She really is," Emily replied, smiling with pride. "She's pretty funny too," JJ laughed. "She's very funny, absolutely stunning as well!" Garcia interjected. "She's the new baby girl of the group," Morgan smirked, recieving daggers off Penelope. "Okay, okay she is but I was the OG baby girl," Garcia chuckled. "She's really, really intelligent. Statistics say-" "That the average 16 year-old should spend around 3 hours completing a rubix cube if they have their entire focus on it, I did it in 2 minutes - yes yes Dr Reid," Lily chuckled, cutting Spencer off. Spencer blushed and the rest of the table laughed.

"To our Lily Prentiss," Rossi said, holding up his whiskey glass. Everyone held up their own drinks and chorused the same thing. "To Our Lily Prentiss."

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #lily prentiss #my girl lily prentiss #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau head canons #emily prentiss head canons #jennifer jareau x reader #emily prentiss x reader #jennifer jareau imagine #emily #jj x reader #prentiss

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taggedmemes · 9 months

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ OXVENTURE PRESENTS: DEADLANDS / ch2 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'you have to eat that noisy?'

'i feel if you were having some of these beans you'd be making the same noises.'

'you're a growing boy! you should eat more things in general.'

'sit back. it's going to be 90 minutes of pure solitaire.'

'i mean everybody came out covered in gore.'

'love this energy.'

'i can't wait to see this bastard taken down, to be honest.'

'he rose through the ranks particularly fast. last i heard he'd been made a general.'

'i had these wanted posters made up.'

'did you have a follow-up thought, grandad?'

'this isn't a dead or alive situation, let me make this clear.''

'i've had several people come here and say that they've killed him. then he pops up again.'

'i assume it was shot with a very, very big gun.'

'he won't stop talking about how he shot that sasquatch.'

'you can't make an omelette without breaking a few sasquatches.'

'we don't just happen to have fifty yards of hempen rope.'

'i left my horse somewhere else apparently.'

'i've got some grubby old dynamite sticks shoved in my pocket, so no one set me on fire.'

'the wet goods store is right next to the dry goods store.'

'i think we can assume that walking up and plugging him in the dome will pull quite a lot of attention. not all of it positive.'

'maybe he loves jerky. we can put some jerky under a box and a stick and then he'll come out of town, and...'

'i'm not in funds as such.'

'he ain't my grandpa!'

'i don't want to impose or assume, but can we load you up with all this stuff?'

'okay, the story: we are couriering jerky.'

'beats 'jerkin' it'.'

'we can always tuck and roll. i do it all the time! it doesn't hurt as much as you think.'

'will you accept payment in the form of jerky?'

'the jerky was right next to the opium. it's possible some mixing as occurred.'

'i feel like there's a word for that if i knew more words.'

'you're a great shot and frankly you're a little scary when you're riled.'

'miss, can you write fair?'

'i can write passably well.'

'it's been a while since i was mining.'

'i, for one, have never mined.'

'if i were to assign it a fear level, i would give it about a four.'

'that's the second or third smart thing you've said today.'

'you'll have to forgive me: i am extremely old.'

'this presents a unique opportunity!'

'this sounds like a gas!'

'is there any action? is there a poker table?'

'you're pretty handy with those cards, right?'

'kid, you read my mind.'

'looks like you know what you're doing with them cards.'

'what do you think your odds are?'

'yeah, well, they didn't have what we have. which is enormous skill.'

'they don't have what i have! i have three months to live.'

'i don't know, you look like someone just walked over your grave.'

'i can't /possibly/ fail at gambling.'

'the game itself is supposed to be fun, you know.

'if you merely ask questions earlier and shot later, rather than the other way round, you wouldn't shoot so many people.'

'posers.'

'have you done much duelling?'

'i never heard of folks willingly coming to a town looking to get shot.'

'the grown up world is weird.'

'you're awfully young to get shot to death.'

'that's fine, i understand. if you need to shoot me, go ahead.'

'surely he won't agree to shoot a child to death?'

'LOT OF DEAD PEOPLE IN HERE, TOO!'

'the barman seemed alive enough to me. at least in a corporeal sense; his spirit was very downtrodden.'

'you think you have a lot to offer?'

'don't worry son, i'll go easy on ya. i'll shoot the gun right outta your hand.'

'i don't know if this is helpful or even possible, but...'

'i can dig graves very deeply and very neatly! but i can do shallow if it is for someone you wish to disrespect.'

'what i'm trying to do it, um, uh... kill you. so that i can benefit from your death. financially.'

#oxventure #cowboy rp #wild west rp #starter sentences #rp meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #roleplay meme #sentence prompts

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randomfoggytiger · 10 months

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React: "Return to Me" (from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs, Part VI): Bob, Bowling, and Joe Nearly Kills Me

From the diary of the headache wars, June 26th, 2023: I soldier on, but some burdens are too hard to carry. My grudge against Bob has been set aside for more pressing matters, namely the one weighing on my skull. Fear not: I have popped a pill and expect a thorough retreat from the enemy shortly.

We Pick Up from the Happy-Ending Slap on Bob's First Date

Someone's riding high-- literally accompanied by "Good mooooooornin', life!" in the background. Wow, what a movie.

He even got everyone coffee, what a guy.

...You all know what everyone else is thinking.

I paused right before he tossed away the cardboard carrier container. I was not prepared. What a guy.

He even went back for his crew with a little tune in his voice. What a guy.

You know they're also thinking: What a nut.

Minnie/Grace is bowling with Megan/Bonnie, the fam, and her grandpa's friends. Joe's reaaaaaaaaaally pumped about winning.

Grace is trying to get Megan to give her encouraging two cents about the dating-thingy but Megan is too practical (and too focused on bowling) to advise anything other than just telling Bob the truth.

Bob's here?? BOB'S HERE.

He got her a coffee. He's been passing out those celebration coffees like there's no tomorrow.

Nope, it's hot chocolate. "Thought you might be cold." I see that pointed look at her sweater.

There's an undertone there, mister. There's an undertone, there.

Okay, so I see they've crossed into the casual couple "we make out in front of the family-- a.k.a. the gossips-- now" zone.

Grandpa Marty: you having to wrangle these two after practically setting them up on their first date is your fault and your fault alone.

Charlie's here. Charlie's always here.

OH, Charlie got invited in by his extroverted friend for an impromptu "the friends are all meeting now" date that he didn't know about and didn't sign up for.

Charlie just arrived, just got groupied, and just won. The talent of this man is unbelievable (and he doesn't understand it, either.)

Great comedic bit:

Charlie: "I didn't even know Bob bowled."

Joe (Megan-Bonnie's husband, man who probably met Bob today): "He doesn't."

Bob, why did you dedicate that shot to Grace when you don't bowl. Why did I have to be here to hear it? This can only end in disaster, oh no.

Heartfelt speech later-- "brought me back to the game after a 25 year absence"--

a complete flop.

"Hey, Bob, try the other arm!" yells Joe.

Okay, that saved me from dying-- thank you, Joe. And making the "I didn't got to 'Nam" follow up response to Charlie's "I'm a vet" was hilarious.

Never let it be said Bob's a quitter:

NOT A "That's for you, Baby" WITH THE FINGER POINT AFTERWARDS THAT'S HILARIOUS.

DD, you're killing me-- it's transformative cringe, reclaimed cringe, smoothing over the cringe and pretending the first mistake didn't happen but THIS second success DID, which strips away the cringe until all that's left is heartfelt sentiment.

Also, are you going to tell Bowling Boy about your scar, Grace? No?

Old man talking about his black favorite musicians with Charlie now; and Charlie gets takeout to last a week.

Bob is ALL OVER Grace, not afraid to say his plans before the group and herding her out to have one-on-one time alone in the garden.

Marty put a candle out there that repels all the bugs: "Every species but one"; then cuts off his friend's out-of-touch question by saying the bugs are "the sabertoothed fly" rather than unwanted suitors for his granddaughter.

Is he.. is he peeking?

HE IS PEEPING.

All the guys are now wondering why it's a big deal for Minnie/Grace-- wait, no, they're making fun of Wally again.

Bob's staring you down, Gracie, think fast.

Angelo wants to play the lovebirds inspirational tunes. Grandpa Marty is not too keen... but I, FOR ONE, want to see where this goes.

Now they're all squabbling over what music to play for the kids. Gold, I tell ya. (Sophie the waitress insists they can make their own music.)

Grace: "I had a great time tonight."

Bob, staring her down. "So did I. So did I."

Angelo finally settled with his chums on Frank Sinatra.

GRACE'S FACE FROZE WHEN SHE HEARD THE MUSIC.

She KNOWS.

And so does Bob.

And. so. does. Bob.

NOW THEY'RE ALL PEEPING.

I'm horrified and amused. I'd totally be the old men in this scenario but wouldn't want to be Grace.

Bob wants to dance... okay.

Old men are jigging, too.

GRACE MIMICKED HIS SIGNATURE SWIRL-OUT-AND-BACK MOVE AND BOB IS SO HAPPY ABOUT IT.

Okay, Bob, the tensions between us are gone. I can't be mad if you can appreciate a gal who effortlessly copy-pasted a dance move.

I also like how Bonnie Hunt wrote that his first marriage was a "high school, forever young and untouched" type; but this is that "give-and-take, sit back and appreciate or stand up and dance, not caring that you could be spied or egged on" new relationship. Bob was perfect for Elizabeth then; but he suits Grace now.

Grace, my girl, it's getting closer to the 3/4 mark which is always when the disastrous misunderstanding happens in romcoms. Grace, don't do this to me.

Sophie the waitress's POV:

The fun's just getting started.

Uh oh, lyric foreshadowing: "Is it that good turtle soup or merely the mock?"

Transition to Bob SHOVELING out his apartment so Grace can come over, doing construction for her family, watching her get loved on by his dog (eyy, Mel's back), and hanging out more with Bonnie/Megan's fam and kids (with Charlie-- yay he's there. Charlie's great.)

MAYDAY MAYDAY JOE IS DOWN I REPEAT JOE IS HAVING A HEART PROBLEM.

I forgot this was a gif and didn't know it was Joe, uhoh. My guess is he doesn't die but it brings up a lot of tough conversations.

JOE YOU'RE JUST FINE AND YOU JUST FAKED ME OUT-- HOW DARE YOU.

I JUST MADE PEACE WITH BOB AND NOW YOU GOTTA DO THIS TO ME??????

...Back to happy montage... >:(

Everyone got Bob's last name as their group bowling jersey-- that's really sweet.

Romance has finally bloomed for Sophie!

And it loops back to the dance.

Wait, so did any of that happen? Or were they hopes and dreams?

Nah-- I say it did; but a montage was a quick way to do everything.

WELP, Tumblr says to quit it for this post-- so we'll see if I can upload more later~!

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

#Return to Me #react #mine #DD #from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs #Part VI #Bob Bowling and Joe Nearly Kills Me #txf #but not #Minnie Driver #analysis

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call-me-izzy-10 · 7 months

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Millie and the Bear

@mjsensei259

In the cozy confines of Millie Fitzsimmons' bedroom, Funtime Freddy sat beside her, gently brushing her beautiful, long brown hair. Millie, engrossed in her artistry, carefully sketched a picture of the two of them together. She smiled warmly at Freddy and said, "You know, Freddy, this is going to be a masterpiece! It'll capture our special friendship." Freddy, his animatronic face displaying a hint of a grin, responded, "I can't wait to see it, Millie. You're as talented as you are kind." Together, they shared a moment of quiet companionship, the bond between a girl and her animatronic friend stronger than ever.

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Five hours ago, in a chilling twist of fate, Millie found herself trapped inside the animatronic bear's empty belly, completely unaware that it was Funtime Freddy. She had inadvertently climbed in and sealed the door, oblivious to the murderous animatronic lurking within, bored out of his mechanical mind. Inside the dark confines, panic began to set in as she realized the gravity of her situation.

Trembling, she muttered to herself, "Oh no, what have I done? I can't believe I'm inside this thing!" Meanwhile, Funtime Freddy's voice boomed from within, "Well, well, what do we have here? A surprise guest! I was getting quite bored, you know." Millie's voice quivered as she replied, "Please, don't hurt me! I didn't mean to do this; it was an accident!"

As the minutes ticked away, an unusual conversation unfolded between a terrified girl and a bored animatronic, each facing an uncertain fate inside the belly of a mechanical beast.

In this bizarre and chilling moment, Funtime Freddy did something unexpected. He asked Millie, "Well, Millie, since you're the guest of honor, how would you like to go out?" Millie, her fear mixed with determination, replied, "I'd rather not be suffocated in here. If I have to, just make it quick... beheading."

As Freddy prepared to insert the sharp, thin metal sheet into the slim crack of his body, Millie braced herself for what might come next. She curled into a tight ball, lying on her side, pressing herself as flat as possible against the bottom of his hollow stomach. It was a nerve-wracking moment as the metal sheet went in, narrowly missing her. With a relieved but shaky voice, she whispered, "Thank goodness it missed." The macabre situation took an even more surreal turn as she contemplated her chances of escape from this mechanical nightmare.

With a stroke of quick thinking, Millie used her bracelet to pry the bear's mechanical jaws open, allowing her to escape and fall to the floor. Dusting herself off, she couldn't help but muster a defiant grin. "Ha! I dodged death, you scrap heap!" Millie exclaimed in victory.

As she distanced herself from the animatronic bear, her eyes fell on a sledgehammer nearby. She picked it up with a determined glint in her eye. "Now I'm your executioner!" she declared, her voice laced with a newfound confidence as she prepared to face the animatronic menace head-on.

Just as Millie was about to make her first swing with the sledgehammer, Funtime Freddy moved with unexpected agility, grabbing her firmly. He looked down at her with his animatronic eyes and said, "Impressive, Millie, but I can't let you do that."

Millie struggled against his grip, fear and determination battling within her. She retorted, "You can't stop me! You won't keep me trapped again!" Freddy's grip tightened slightly as he replied, "I don't want to harm you, Millie. There's more to me than you know. I just needed someone to talk to, to end my boredom." Millie's expression softened as she considered his words, torn between her fear and a glimmer of understanding about the animatronic's plight.

Millie's anger flared as she retorted, "You tried to kill me inside you in my grandpa's garage! How do I expect to trust you when you wanted to murder me?" Her voice was filled with resentment and the trauma of the terrifying ordeal she had just endured.

Funtime Freddy, still holding her but now with a more empathetic expression on his animatronic face, replied, "I know, Millie, and I'm truly sorry for what happened earlier. But I wasn't thinking clearly then. I promise I won't harm you now. Please, let's find a way to resolve this peacefully." Millie hesitated, torn between her anger and a flicker of hope that there might be a way to escape this situation without further violence.

Millie's suspicion remained strong as she hissed back, "I'm not falling for it. No, you were so confident in killing me before. You're pretending to be nice to trick me!" Her trust in Funtime Freddy had been shattered by the earlier attempt on her life, and she was determined not to let her guard down.

Funtime Freddy's animatronic eyes conveyed a mixture of regret and understanding as he replied, "I understand your doubt, Millie. I can't change what happened, but I truly don't want to hurt you now. I'm willing to prove it, if you'll let me." Millie weighed her options, her fear and anger warring with the possibility that there might be more to this animatronic than met the eye.

Determination blazing in her eyes, Millie shook her head and said firmly, "No. I'd rather end you than let you kill me!" She swung the sledgehammer with all her strength, landing a solid hit on Funtime Freddy's mechanical body.

Funtime Freddy let out a mechanical groan of pain as the blow struck, and the situation grew even more tense. Millie had made her choice, opting for self-defense over trust, and the consequences of her actions hung heavy in the air.

Millie's anger fueled her strikes, but as she continued to hit Funtime Freddy, she noticed something different. He wasn't fighting back. His animatronic eyes, once filled with menace, now showed only pain and sadness.

Tears welled up in Millie's eyes as she hesitated, her voice quivering, "Why aren't you fighting back?" Funtime Freddy's voice came out strained as he replied, "I never wanted to hurt you, Millie. I just wanted someone to talk to, to end my loneliness. I'm sorry." Millie, conflicted by the sight of his suffering, lowered the sledgehammer, unsure of how to proceed.

Overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, Millie dropped the sledgehammer with a heavy thud and began to cry in shame. "Why must I hurt everyone around me?" she sobbed, her guilt and regret washing over her. The weight of her actions and the realization that she had lashed out in fear weighed heavily on her conscience.

Funtime Freddy, still showing signs of distress, spoke softly, "We all make mistakes, Millie. What matters is how we learn from them and strive to be better." The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of Millie's tears as she grappled with the consequences of her choices.

Millie's sobs continued, her voice filled with self-loathing and despair. "I'm not better. I'm a monster. I should've just died instead. No one cares about me," she cried out, her anguish echoing in the room.

Funtime Freddy's animatronic eyes showed a hint of sadness as he replied, "Millie, you're not a monster, and people do care about you. We all make mistakes, but that doesn't define who we are." In the midst of this dark and emotional moment, there was a glimmer of hope that someone, even an animatronic, was trying to reach out to Millie in her time of need.

Defying Millie's expectation, Funtime Freddy didn't harm her. Instead, he moved closer and embraced her. Tears still streaming down her face, Millie was taken aback by the unexpected act of compassion. She spoke softly, her voice trembling, "You're not going to hurt me?"

Funtime Freddy's voice was gentle as he replied, "No, Millie. I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted someone to be there with me. I'm so sorry for what happened." The two remained locked in a solemn embrace, finding an unlikely connection in the midst of their shared turmoil.

#funtime freddy #fnaf millie fitzsimmons #fnaf

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pentagonieslut · 1 year

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m.list !!

lee huitaek/hoetaek (hui):

[hui's high pitched screams are in place of no works. - cube staff]

jo jinho:

ko/go shinwon:

yeo changgu (yeoone):

yanan:

[causing silent chaos somewhere, lurking]

yang hongseok:

adachi yuto/yuuto:

kang hyunggu:

[embarrased he has to match hui and shinwon, hiding]

jung wooseok:

kim hyojong (e'dawn):

i will write romance + smut for him on request. he just got out of a relationship with hyuna. be nice.

all members:

kim hongjoong:

[ran away to the studio to work on something]

park seonghwa:

[poor mama can't catch a break]

jung wooyoung:

[he's trying to get rough-talked again because he likes it]

jeong yunho:

[him and minjae are going around and calling each other brothers]

song mingi:

[just being happy little mufasa]

kang yeosang:

[ordering as much chicken as he can]

choi san:

[being a sex demon again]

choi jongho:

[breaking apples and singing tears]

moon taeil:

[being a grandpa, he's sick of this shit]

qian kun:

[yelling at the younger members starting from 99s-jisung]

seo johnny:

[he's eating chicago pizza and crying]

lee taeyong:

[febreezing all the fucking dorms]

kim doyoung:

[he's hiding in his room]

kim jungwoo:

[he's being a puppy to get taeyong to cook]

dong sicheng (winwin):

[running from taeil's monstrous love]

nakamoto yuta:

[eating taiyaki and sharing with shotaro]

jung jaehyun:

[he's preparing to work overtime]

chittaphon leechaiyapornkul (ten):

[ENGLISH TEN, ENGLISH NO NOT THAI]

wong yukhei/wong xuxi (lucas):

[freaking out about the discovery of nana and nearly crushing louis]

na jaemin:

[reminding lucas he's nana for the third year in a row]

xiao dejun (xiaojun):

[jasmine is really muscular]

wong kunhuang (hendery):

[he's in macau touring with big byung]

liu yangyang:

[he's freaking out in german, give him a second]

zhong chenle:

[flexing his money again]

huang renjun:

[he's planning the death of a dream member]

lee mark:

[my baby said she wanna dance she wanna leave me, huh? FUCK]

lee jeno:

[let him recover from being tied up and being ridden]

jung sungchan:

[he's playing games with your heart, i'm sorry]

lee donghyuck (haechan):

[consistent with his 37.5% show rating]

osaki shotaro:

[he's being the cutest fucking otter alive and you're here for it]

park jisung:

[he's on his way to becoming a tiktok fuckboi]

moon hyunbin:

[casting a spell for peace, maybe?]

choi seokwon (tan):

[can put you in a chokehold but has a cute face so like- I TAP OUT]

kim byeonggun (hwi):

[cupid is making him do secretary work]

terazono keita:

[still waiting on the phone papa rain promised him]

yeom taegyun (tag):

[leave mans alone, he's doing highschool rapper 4 n stressing]

gil dohwan:

[he's yodeling..somewhere]

park sungwon (won):

[snuck out for a poetry slam]

son seungjun (castle j):

[producing some type of track]

nam seungmin (bic):

[he's not a pen, promise]

song minjae:

[dammit minjae..you're so tall, i mistook you for yunho!]

no huijun:

[getting a black belt in taekwondo]

bang junhyuk (win):

[he's making your brain rot with his deep voice like felix]

lee hangyul:

[putting you in a choke hold with his all day performance]

park junseo:

[he's dancing his bones off]

jeon minwook (j-min):

[trying to go to the olympics in professional flexibility]

jung gun (yoojun):

[making 'fuck you' necklaces to choke bit with]

kim hyunwoo (muzin):

[trying to meditate before he goes off]

ryu yeongseo:

[trying to become the next twice member]

na gyumin (doha):

[drawing webtoons about the chaos of this group]

noh minjae (bit):

[tormenting yoojun and j-min with cucumbers]

nam dohyon:

[auditioning for SMTM with his milk mixtape]

lune:

[he's so pretty they're making him model schoolgirl uniforms]

heechan:

[he's being hyper again...MOOM]

e-chan:

[his mind is blank leave him alone]

yuku:

[eating dango and watchinge veryone with a happy smile]

junseo:

[lurking somewhere

D1:

[he's telling everyone he's not a athlete]

harry-june:

[flustered about something]

teo:

[working out again]

GK:

[chicken GK, chicken GK, chicken GK]

#dkb #nct #ciipher #bae173 #ateez #kpop pentagon

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cakepoppresent · 5 months

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For Grayson? Absolutely.

In a high-rise office in San Myshuno. Gideon and Dai are going over the fine details of the eventual takeover of the Williams company.

Dai: There is no turning back after This Mr. Williams. Once you join my company there isn't going to be a way out

Gideon: I know what I signed up for this is the best way to get out of my family's thumb and to help you legitimize your business. This works out for both of us

Dai: Legitimization may take a while and it's a dangerous business

Gideon: I'm aware

Dai: Once the shareholders meeting takes place, I plan on moving the headquarters to San Myshuno. You'll be responsible with assisting in the takeover. Understand?

Gideon: Yes

Dai: How do you feel about tattoos?

Gideon: I haven't thought about it much. I don't like needles

Dai: That's unfortunate. Ren will help out with that. He'll see you out.

Ren walks in and escorts Gideon out of the office. Alone again Dai makes a call "Luna, how are you. Let's have dinner tonight?"

Gideon: Is a tattoo really necessary?

Ren: Don't worry too much. Think of it more like a seal of approval. Not everyone can get it.

Ren and Gideon discuss his future tattoo and set an appt when he gets a call from his father. "Gideon, I'm in the city let's talk"

At Cafe Nola

Emmunal: Gideon, I've spoken to your grandfather he is really disappointed

Gideon: Why? you raised me to be smart and decisive. That's exactly what I'm doing

Emmunal: This is my fault. I didn't think you were serious about Grayson. I shouldn't have allowed this to happen

Gideon: I can assure you with or without your permission, I would have been with Grayson.

Emmunal: Gideon, please make it easier for everyone and just break it off with Grayson. The longer you hold on the worse it gets. Trust me

Gideon: No

Emmunal: Gideon, you're my son. I only want the best for you. If you need to me speak with Grayson's father I can

Gideon takes a deep stabilizing breath "I'm going to say this once. I'd rather watch the company burn ablaze before breaking up with Grayson"

Gideon: I can see you guys are determined to be stubborn and so am I. Tell Grandpa nothing he does will change my mind

Emmunal: You'd rather turn your back on family for some boy?

Gideon: For Grayson? Absolutely

Before heading out of the cafe Gideon gets a message from an unknown number with a link to Gossip Girls site"Looks like Little Grayson is busy making new friends". A call comes in right away and it's Grayson "Gideon! Gossip Girl sucks! They are lying we are just friends"

Gideon: Tell Su to keep his hands to himself but don't worry I know. I'm in the city let me pick you up from work and we can head back to my place okay?

Grayson: Sure! I'll be waiting. I want Chinese food!

Gideon: I'll pick it up on the way to you

Emmunal calls out "Doesn't matter how you feel you are still a Williams and you have obligations. There is a gala this weekend and you must be there

Gideon: Sure thing Dad. Consider this my last representation of the Williams family

Emmunal: What do you mean by that?

Gideon: Don't Worry

#my sims #sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 legacy #sims #sims 4 creator #sims 4 maxis match #thereevesfamily #black simblr #black sims 4 #black simmer #black sims cc

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nolanhollogay · 8 months

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“why are you staring at me?” “you’re pretty…” + edgar!!!

<3 jjedgar gang! c'mon pre-canon pre-relationship notflirting!

Edgar was sitting in one of the pews, the yellowbrown wood hard and more than familiar against his back, trying to finish his math homework. In an ideal world he would be in the comfort of his bedroom where he had access to his computer and his Adderall, but his abuelo was told to watch over him and Abuelo basically lived in the church's back office, so here he was.

At least he wasn't alone.

JJ Maybank, the church's latest hire and a friend of Edgar's neighbor Pope – was a friend of a friend considered an acquaintance? – was across from him, fixing the loose panel on the stage. Abuelo had tripped on it during last Sunday's morning service and was trying to avoid another embarrassing moment. JJ was something of a handyman apparently, and Abuelo called him every other day to fix some miniscule thing. It was nice to have someone he knew around, even if they didn't talk much.

Except, JJ wasn't fixing the panel because he was burning holes in the side of Edgar's head.

Edgar turned to face him and he turned away, glancing at the hammer in front of him. "Why are you staring at me?"

"You're pretty..." JJ said, still not looking at him.

"What?"

JJ shook his head. "Nothing. Uh, do you want help with your homework?"

"You wanna help me with my homework?" Then, "No, wait, go back. Did you just call me pretty?"

Edgar had been "out" for about a year now, telling his mom, who told his Tía Rosa, who told everyone she knew. So basically the entirety of The Cut knew he was gay, and probably even some of Figure 8. But he didn't know any other gay people, except Mikey Caswell and he was pretty sure they'd never even had a conversation.

JJ set the hammer down, officially giving up on pretending to do his job. He turned to Edgar, blue eyes setting his insides on fire. "Why do you sound so surprised?"

"I–" Edgar didn't know how to explain himself. He didn't know the best way to say "I didn't know you thought guys could be pretty, let alone I could be pretty" or "I don't really think of myself as a person, so I never considered the fact that people could look at me and see someone nice to look at" without weirding JJ out. "I don't know. I just am, I guess."

JJ rested his chin on his knee, still staring into Edgar's soul. The room felt charged with electricity as they maintained eye contact. "Well, you shouldn't be. You look like," He waved his hand in Edgar's general direction, "that."

"Like what?"

JJ tilted his head, as if he couldn't understand why Edgar was so confused. "Like.." The tips of his ears went pink. "Like, when the sun hits you, you turn gold. And you have those big brown eyes, and a pretty smile. You know what you look like."

A giddy laugh burst from Edgar's mouth. He thought he had a pretty smile? "Thank you, um–"

From his office, Abuelo called, "No parece que ninguno de ustedes esté haciendo ningún trabajo.." snapping Edgar back to reality. "Dile que no le pago para que flirtee contigo."

Edgar flushed, his cheeks going warm. "I– My grandpa said we have to get back to work."

JJ nodded, sending him a nervous sort of smile. They watched each other for a long moment, before JJ winked, breaking the spell.

Edgar didn't get any homework done for the rest of the night.

#edgar ramirez #edgar asks #jjedgar #asks #my writing #leaf tag 🌿

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witch-and-her-witcher · 2 years

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geralt should've known that sharing a bed with yennefer would bring back old feelings, old habits. and he wouldn't be waking up wrapped around her body, haid in her hear smelling her, with a boner resting against her ass. he's the only one to blame, really...

😈

Anon, you really know how to get a lady on a deadline off track. (Although - SHOCK - no actual 🍆💦.)

Little modern AU Yenralt banter/boners ~

When all flights were grounded due to a tropical storm that hit early, Geralt thought he was royally fucked. He'd be sleeping scrunched up (because he couldn't be that guy who selfishly took up a row of chairs to accommodate his stretched out form) and his joints would hold the ache that led to "old man noises" for weeks to come.

Seeing Yennefer amongst the stranded travelers was a bright spot.

Without considering if it was weird to approach his daughter's high school soccer coach turned frequent booty call five years after their last hook up, Geralt trotted up to the woman propped against the rental vehicle desk.

"Coach!" He waved to get her attention.

Yennefer's piercing gaze lifted from the screen of her cell phone, scanned the crowd and landed on him quickly approaching with enough heat to melt a smarter man's interest.

Geralt had never been known as a smart man when it came to his amorous choices.

"Mr. Rivia?" The heat ebbed to mild curiosity.

"Fancy meeting you here. Are you stuck too?" Dumb question - maybe he wasn't a smart man in general.

Yennefer's mouth lifted in a knowing smile, likely remembering why their past meet ups had involved as little spoken communication as possible. "No, just waiting for my vehicle so I can wait out this storm at my hotel room."

"Oh."

A moment of consideration, her hard gaze studying his face, then down his lithe but muscular frame. Always looking for flaws. She had an incredible knack for catching the slightest fault in a person - they had that skill to thank for Ciri's flawless record as a striker throughout college and now onto the pro's.

Geralt tried not to squirm, even as Yennefer worked her way back up and stopped on the scruffy, but not unruly beard he'd acquired in the last year. The slightest twitch in her brow told him everything he needed to know: five years later and he could never forget the reward/consequence system that Yennefer's approval drove. The twitch would have meant a dismal evening of blue balls unless Geralt found a way to recover her opinion.

"It's been a while." The time not good to you left unspoken. "Let me guess, you didn't get the insurance with your ticket so you're stranded here with the rest?"

Stubbornly, Geralt stroked a hand over his facial hair. Jaskier had ensured it made him look dignified, like hell he would let Yennefer's wordless criticism sow self doubt. But any pithy remark he would snap back to someone else died in the back of his throat - Yennefer's reproach had that effect on him.

An attendant appeared at the desk, handing over a set of keys to the deceptively small, powerful woman. Turned to finish business, Geralt let his own assessing eyes rove her body - impeccable, the ass of a teenager still.

"Coming?"

Geralt, who had snapped his attention to the board flashing all departing/arriving flights grounded, looked back with raised brows. "I'm sorry?"

Yennefer leaned haughtily on the handle of her suitcase. "I said, I can't leave the father of my star pupil stranded in an airport. Come on, then."

Readjusting the straps of his backpack, Geralt didn't have to be asked again. He tried to keep the excitement of a hotel room from reaching his groin. Bad day to wear his comfortable travel tracksuit.

Seated in the sedan's front seat, Yennefer sent one of her pit viper looks in his direction. "No funny business at the hotel, understand?"

"Of course, I'm a gentleman."

Yennefer snorted. "More like grandpa. Shave that beard and we can talk about alternate activities."

Like hell Geralt was doing that. No funny business it was.

But that had been before he'd known there was only one bed. Separate beds, Geralt could have turned towards the wall and scrolled clumsily through his phone and pretended that was a thing he did - only wrapped in her intoxicating scent. Not bodily pressed directly against Yennefer's dick magnetism.

The idea of playing dead crossed his mind, so he could enjoy the position a little longer, but it felt too lecherous to remain turned on against an unconscious body. So, Geralt rose and he knew it wouldn't disturb the sleeping hydra of black locks.

Like a school boy, he tucked his morning wood into the waistband of his pants.

And like a school boy, he stomped to the front desk to ask for a razor and shaving cream.

#anon prompts and i jump #yenralt #modern au #geralt x yennefer #witcher ficlet #my writing

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yuseonghqs · 16 days

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🌊 GREETINGS FROM YUSEONG BAY !

JUST LANDED: AHN, KIHA. / / FROM: SOUTH KOREA. / / AGE: 27.

–––– ( FOLLOW ? ) / / ( READ MORE ? ) / / ( MAILBOX ? )

hey, grandpa,

how are things there in the farm? are the tangerines growing well this season too? is kihwan hyung helping properly? we all know he means well but it isn't just because he makes grandma laugh a lot that you should let him get away with his pranks, let kijun hyung scold him properly if you can't do it; and talking about which, how is kijun hyung? is he still having trouble trying to flirt with mrs. kim's granddaughter? i always try to ask him but he refuses to tell me about it. i don't know if it's because he knows i'll tease him about wanting nephews and/or nieces or if it's because he's embarrassed about making no progress because of how he always looks like he's in a bad mood and because he knows i'll nag him about it.

do you think if i write a song for him to serenade her he'll do it? genuine question, hehe.

i know you're curious about the reason why i'm sending you this letter when we've talked on the phone just a couple of days ago or how i could just make another call or ask kijun hyung or kihwan hyung to help set up a video call but i might've done something that makes me a little embarrassed to see you or hear your voice. your favorite grandson might've done something disappointing. shocking, right? i know that you're probably reading this and shaking your head because how could your baby kiki do something to disappoint you, huh?

( kiha heaves a sigh, staring at the paper for a long pause while fidgeting with the pen in his hand. he ponders if he should start a whole new letter, too tempted to cross out all of that last sentence — or even the whole paragraph — and also because now he feels stuck, unsure how to continue writing the rest of it; perhaps because it finally got to the whole reason why he was contacting his grandfather this way or simply because he's still struggling to organize his own thoughts and feelings. kiha feels a ghost pain on the knuckles of his right hand. )

grandpa, have you ever felt like you made a mistake but only realized it too late? or that you told a lie that started so small that it felt like it was the truth and then it just kept growing and growing until it became too big but by then everything else was already ruined so now you have no choice but to cling to it for dear life? because if you admit that it was a lie— that it was a mistake then it feels like all the things that you did, everything you sacrificed was in vain? was it? were all the parts of myself that i threw away for the sake of my dream in vain? were the tears that i swallowed down, all the pain and burden that i endured on my own were worth nothing in the end? was music even

( kiha lets out another sigh, one as shaky as his hands suddenly are while he thinks about his career— about fourteen years old kiha going to seoul to chase his big dreams, how he failed once but then tried again; how he thought this time it'd work— how he was determined that this group would work; how he turned twi5t into his whole world because he was the leader and therefore their failure was on his shoulders as the leader; he thinks about how he watched everything fall apart, crumble into pieces that could never be put together, not when they were barely holding it together anyway. then he remembers all the times that he bowed his head and was the target of scoldings for mistakes that weren't his own; then he remembers a taunting smile and even more malicious words spoken just because they knew that they'd trigger him into breaking their nose. )

i'm sure you already heard about the news by now and the rumors that followed right after, but i also know that you'll respect my time and wait for me to bring it up first, that you and grandma and kijun hyung and kihwan hyung will always want to know my side of the story before anything else and i'm very grateful for it, i really am.

( "even if i don't deserve it." kiha comments under his breath, but keeps that part out of the letter. )i promise i'll explain everything and apologize properly, but would you let me be selfish one more time? i was thinking that this might be a good time to spend some time in yuseong bay again, help you and grandma and my brothers too, maybe get kihwan hyung to behave and kijun hyung to get a date with mrs. kim's granddaughter; but i also honestly hope that i'll help myself there too, that i'll turn back into the grandson that always brought you nothing but pride and joy. ps: i'll bring a friend with me as well. i won't even ask if it's ok because you probably know who it is anyway and are already telling grandma to prepare the guest room and that extra fruits basket, aren't you? if i didn't know any better, i'd say that he was your grandson not me.

hope to see you soon.

from your second favorite grandson,

ahn kiha.

#yshqs:arrival #park jimin #bts

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pepsi1 · 9 months

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Peepsi: Took you long enough, where were you?

"I think it's still happening but time is weird."

Peepsi: What?

"....................Ignore that. I was just... Just meandering, kinda trespassed but its whatever."

Peepsi: Well I used that time to learn. Look what I can do!

She creates a glowing light that lights the surrounding area like day, revealing two figures getting close

"You could do the same with flint, steel, and wood you know. Instead of magic."

Peepsi: I could but its magic! Genuine magic!

"Anything my sister teaches you is not genuine."

Frita: Your brotherly 'love' is not genuine. You're not even surprised I'm alive.

"Phoenix isn't here. He's only scared of you. Doesn't make me a genius to guess that you were."

Frita: ...He was my biggest threat. I couldn't keep him around waiting for you to show up from your 'business'.

"You should have, he likes seeing me in pain."

Peepsi: Pain

Bis: What do ya mean?

"Ask her, the blue fox. Master of cunning and deceit."

Frita: I'm not the only deceitful one here impostor. You are not my brother.

"You want to know the worst thing? I am your brother. I just don't care."

Frita creates a pyrotechnics show out of his guts and sets him aflame, having him become a fountain of neverending gore and blood for five minutes, keeping him from death. As it settles and he regenerates his body far too quick she speaks with anger in her voice.

Frita: MY BROTHER WOULD NOT STAND TO TAKE THIS TORTURE. HE WOULD NOT LOSE HIS PASSION OR CURIOSITY FOR EVEN THE MOST MUNDANE THINGS ON THIS PLANET. HE WOULD NEVER SEE THE LOGIC IN GIVING UP... HE... HE...

"I did give up."

Frita: ...No... No you didn't. You've convinced yourself that you've given up. You've convinced yourself that your robots stripped you of all pieces that made you, you...

Bis: I'm gonna fucking hurl. That was awful

Peepsi looked away the second Pepsi started bleeding profusely and is horrified

"It was. Her sad act of 'realization' is barely worthy of third place at a kid's talent show."

Bis: HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU BEING SO CASUAL ABOUT WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO YOU.

"Like I told her. I gave up. And Phoenix is capable of much worse so... eh?"

Frita: ...Why?

Pepsi barely acknowledges the whispered question and Peepsi finally gains the courage to speak.

Peepsi: M-m-miss Grimm... Can. Can you not be so violent with him.

Frita dismissively waves her off and grabs Pepsi by the neck and lifts him off the ground

Frita: IF YOU GAVE UP. WHY. WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO WALK AND TALK. WHY ARE YOU NOT JUST SITTING IN THE RUBBLE OF A COLLAPSED CAVE. WHY. WHY DO YOU CHOOSE TO TORMENT YOURSELF WITH THE PROSPECT OF CHANGE?

"..."

Bis takes a pot shot at Frita's hand with his shotgun but the shot misses her completely and only startles her to let go of pepsi, now full of shot being healed out of him as he falls to the ground

Bis: Miss Grimm. My friend here made a request and you refused to listen.

Frita: You are on thin fucking ice and if I could hurt humans you'd feel the hell this bastard sibling of mine has gone through.

"You can't harm humans?"

Peepsi: You... You're aware he's been through hell?

Frita: ...I'm fucking leaving. Pepsi, Phoenix has made you a grandpa.

She disappears and branches can be heard snapping until they fade away

"Who are you two again?"

Peepsi: Your kidding, right?

"Time is still being weird to me... Uhhh... You're Pepsi Bismol and He's Peepsi right?"

Peepsi: Other way around. What did she mean Phoenix made you a grandpa?

"Don't care. If he wants to show me his creation then he'll seek me out."

Bis: You're a tad more rude than I remember.

"You'd be too if that bitch was your sister... Alright I guess I should teach you magic now that she's around..."

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July 4, 2004

Kazuo wiped his brow as he set up Ian's assortment of late-70s vinyl lawn chairs and threw a checkered cloth over the picnic table. People were starting to arrive, and Ian was tending the grill. He swung by to pinch Ian's ass, the older man yelping and ineffectively swatting at him with a spatula. Kazuo grabbed a Shiner Bock, and flopped into a chair to bask in the Texas sun, eye shut.

Someone sat next to him, and he looked over. It was a woman with freckles and dusty grey-brown hair. She looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. "Hey there." "Hey, kiddo. Good to see my boy's finally gotten himself a good man." Kazuo cocked his head, "I'm glad to be that man. I…" He paused, "I needed someone like him in my life."

"Your mother was always very kind. Good to see you inherited it." Kazuo froze, "You…knew my mom?" "For quite a long time." "What's your name, miss…?" "Shirley." "Shirley, that's a nice name, you know, Maureen's girlfriend was…" Kazuo had glanced away for a moment, his eye darting back towards Shirley, going wide.

He shook his head. Shirley was still there. "You're her, aren't you?" "Sometimes I have to check up on my family." "They miss you." "They were always good to me. I'm glad I had Ian as a son. The man loves fiercely. You and Maureen are in good hands." Kazuo looked over at Ian who was crushing a beer can against his forehead, apparently to prove a point to Morrigan and Petersen.

"He's a dork, though." "That's why I love him. He saw the good in me, and he let me stay. If he hadn't given me a chance, I think I'd be dead." "He did so much for me, and at the end, I never got the chance to properly thank him for everything." "He's spoken so highly of you." "He…gives freely. He paid for my surgeries, then for our food and our bills while I recovered. Then…when I got pancreatic cancer, he paid for my chemo, for any treatment that might help me. Anything that could potentially save me, he tried."

"He blames himself…I know he did everything, you know he did everything. He loved you. Just like he loves Maureen, and me…like he loved my family…" "Your mother had a crush on him." "Wait, what?" "Yeah, she adored him. Idolized the man. She drew that whole series of comic books about him." "Yeah, she'd read those to me." "She was a good person. Her only real fault…" "Loving my dad?" "Yeah. He isolated her quite effectively."

Ian glanced up from the grill, watching Kazuo talk to thin air. He cocked his head, wondering if his partner was talking to himself. Maybe the Texas heat was getting to him. "You know what, though?" Kazuo's voice was soft. "What's that?" "I'm not sure if I can tell him this, but…" He bit his lip, "I know if my grandpa Kensuke had gotten custody of me, then we couldn't be together. I would rather go through the misery that I did, just so that I can be with him."

"Did your father hurt you?" "Emotionally and physically. He preferred emotional trauma. Less blood and screaming. But he wasn't averse to hitting me." "Bastard. At least he didn't beat that out of you." "I couldn't let myself become him." "Ian needed a man like you. It hurt Maureen and I to see him struggle with relationships. He needed a strong, sweet man, and you fit the bill perfectly."

"Sometimes people look at us like we're doing something wrong. And I can't decide if it's the gay thing, the interracial thing, or the age gap thing. Or all three." "Maureen and I faced similar issues - interracial lesbians, and I'm transgender? People couldn't keep their mouths shut." "A lady got in Ian's face the other day. Yelling. Flustered him terribly. I got in her face and yelled right back."

"He's never been very good at conflict outside of the courtroom." "The lady kept throwing slurs at us. The typical ones, but also racial ones at me. Kept screaming about how…how…disgusting old faggots shouldn't be preying on young men…Like, she had this fake concern for me, but not enough to not throw slurs at me." "I'm sorry, honey. You'd think people like that would have died out by now."

"I wish they had." Shirley looked up as Maureen arrived. Ian greeted her with a tight hug, handing her a Boddington's, "You think Kaz is okay? He's been talking to himself, and I can't get away from the grill…" Maureen glanced over, freezing. Shirley sat in the chair next to Kazuo. She blinked, and her partner disappeared, "I think he's talking to someone very important." Ian looked over, nodding, immediately understanding, "That's good. He needed to meet her," he prodded a hot dog, putting it into a chafing dish, "She always loved things like this." "I know she really appreciated you bringing her good food while she was in the hospital." "Anything I could do to make her feel better."

Shirley looked over at Maureen and Ian, "Go see your mom and man. Tell them….I love them. And tell my boy thank you. For everything. You're doing great, kid. You've earned this happiness," Shirley touched his shoulder, fading away. Kazuo blinked back tears, standing up. He made his way over to Ian, leaning on his arm. Immediately, Ian slipped an arm around him, "Hey, babe. You alright?"

"Hey love, hey Maureen. Um, yeah, not sure how to exactly bring this up, but…Shirley says she loves you guys. And Ian…she says thank you for everything." Ian and Maureen looked at each other, both blinking back tears. The silver-haired man brought Kazuo and Maureen into a tight hug. "Thank you…" "We love her too…we love you, Kazuo."

Kazuo sighed, embraced by his loved ones. Shirley was right - he had earned his happiness. This was the place he belonged, the people he belonged with.

This was how he was supposed to live.

#oc #original character

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