#this is how I think she got salmonella

[http-finnick]

𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

finnick odair x fem!reader

summary: a drabble on you making cookies with your whiny baby and almost as whiny husband

"mwah, mwah, mwah!" you kissed your baby's cheeks as she sits neatly on the counter, she giggles and you stand with a hand on your hip watching as your grin stands prominent

you twirl in your soft homey dress to grab a wooden spoon to distract your little girl with, handing it to her as she looks at it with pride

"you look gorgeous" you turn to see finnick whose leaning on the doorway with a heavy smirk on his face

"glad you could make it, finally" you mumble the last part playfully as he walks over to you and places soft kisses on your lips

"mama!" she whines, jealous of her attention loss and you push finnick away to get back to your child

"if I cry like that will you love me?" he taunts, even doing a dramatic frown just to show you how sad he is

"now finnick, I don't remember having two children on my hands"

"we could if you'd-"

"finnick odair." you warn as he gets the cockiest grin on his lips, you roll your eyes and push your baby back into the back corner of the counter, far enough from the edge.

"here's your spatula and your mixing bowl" you smile while giving her wooden versions of your tools. she grins and you turn over to start the process

"finnick, start mashing the butter for me, please" you ask as he drags himself over to the separate counter next to her. pushing the fork into the warm butter as you hear a soft whine

"da-da" she pouts as she looks over to finnick before showing him her empty sad bowl

"oh I know, poor baby" he puts on a baby voice as he moves the bowl to her and has her help in the mushing with her wooden spoon

before long your placing the cookie dough onto the sheeted pan as finnick bounces with her in the corner

"maybe I should try some, babe." he chimes in and you eye him

"tookie" she says sadly. now you know where she got her bribing and whininess from.

"mm, I'll think about when you guys have salmonella." you grin before placing the pan into the oven, and finnick goes off about how sharing is caring.

soon you are all around the table eating cookies as finnick talks about his day while feeding your little girl small broken-off pieces of the cookie and you can't help but want to reconsider his offer of another addition.

an: i love tooth-aching fluff and a calm life with husband finnick and the children sm<33

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[lowkeyrobin]

Headcanons for mcyt x reader doing a cooking/baking stream together??

I love your writing!!!

<3

ooooo okay okay!!! yes of course bro ; also thank you!! I appreciate it sm 🫶🫶🫶🫶

MCYT ; cooking/baking stream

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, grease fires

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

you guys were making lasanga

Garfield jokes every five minutes

there's pasta sauce and cheese everywhere

he's constantly screaming to the viewers because you keep slapping him with the lasagna sheets, cooked or dry

"y/n! help! I'm being assaulted with lasagna sheets!"

he stained his shirt with pasta sauce 💀💀

almost set the house on fire bc he somehow left shit in the oven before preheating it

you turn on music halfway through and it turns into a karaoke stream

"CALIFORNIA GIRLS WERE UNFORGETTABLE-"

TUBBO

what was once a nice cake baking stream turned into making your kitchen a biohazard

somehow, you both went on a spree dropping everything to the point the frustration got too much for you, and you nearly screamed, while tubbo was trying to joke around about it to make you feel better

eating the remaining batter after putting the cake pan in the oven was a must

"aren't we gonna get salmonella?"

"that's only for Americans"

"really???"

the next 40 minutes consist of karaoke and reading dumb tweets/threads and AITA Reddit stories

"no, you are not the asshole because you were accustoming to a customer's needs, the fuck?"

"fire the manager"

"if they could've I feel like they would've"

cake was a 10/10

RANBOO

you were making soup because you found a good recipe you wanted to try

you accidently spilled the broth and covered your legs in it

he cut himself chopping up the celery (very minor cut dw)

"cooking stream? more like we injure ourselves for two hours stream"

"cooking stream? I hardly know her"

very chaotic but very good soup

during the intervals where you guys were just waiting for things to cook, you started a hashtag on Twitter to ask you guys stuff

and you answered them while keeping an eye on the food

afterwards you guys watch TV and eat your food while still streaming

"normalize eating on stream 2024!"

FREDDIE BADLINU

you were making breakfast for dinner on stream

you had to go use the bathroom while the bacon was cooking and left Freddie to tend to everything for less than a minute

and he started a grease fire.

after he got it extinguished he kinda just stood there waiting for you

meanwhile chat was exploding with panic and laughter

"Hey, y/n, I don't think we're having bacon tonight!"

"What the fuck happened???"

luckily no damage to anything other than the meat

the rest of it was really good though, and the stream had enough action for tonight 💀💀

NIKI NIHACHU

you guys were making cupcakes

you dropped like two eggs 💀💀💀 so while she was getting new ones you were cleaning up all the eggshell fragments and the insides

you got the camera to show stream your fucking mess and someone sent a dono saying "butterfingers ass"

the cackling after that 💀

you're able to get them into the oven though

and while you're waiting for them to cook, you watch dance moms and discuss everything wrong with it

commentary youtubers? I hardly know them

she begins making the icing while you pull the cupcakes out to let them cool

10/10 cupcakes they're amazing

you guys had a pride flag theme so lmao

ALEX QUACKITY

you were supposed to be making pancakes as a little challenge

his are literally raw and he put chocolate chips from the freezer straight in them

"that banana isn't gonna help anything"

"how do you know that??"

flour is everywhere. it looks like a war started

you put to much non-stick spray on the skillet and started a little fire

but Alex to the rescue dw

he couldn't even figure out how to use it and almost sprayed himself in the face!

goes on Twitter later to update that your kitchen was completely fine but the underneath of your microwave is a tiny bit melted

you blame him every time after that 💀💀

"my microwave melted a bit because you don't know how to use a fire extinguisher!"

"youre the one who used too much spray!"

chat always sides with you, too 😭😭

FOOLISH GAMERS

you thought making fried rice was a good idea? wrong

he literally has no idea what's happening

"can you make the scrambled eggs for me while I tend to the vegetables?"

"how many?"

"they're literally on the cabinet"

chat clipping every single funny moment too

"is the rice cooker even on? holy shit you left it on warm"

"I thought that meant it was on!"

"dude you've used this thing before, how long did it take for you to cook it?"

"like, forever"

"oh my god"

fried rice 10/10

he's complaining about the vegetables like he didn't have like two hours to say something about different veggies

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #quackity x reader #badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #tubbo x reader

[weirdwildwonderland]

I know ppl downplay certain siblings trauma a lot but let me just reframe everyone’s for you based on the seasons

1) imagine the person you love the most sending you 185828282 miles away for 4 years to live on the moon. Completely alone. When you get back you find out that all the samples you put so much work into didn’t even get read or taken out. The person who sent you there tells you later that he put you there to guard the most precious thing in the universe but you can't help but think that he sent you up there because you died and came back looking like a monster. He left you on the operating table for two months and when he saw you again he couldn't even look at you.

Imagine being a little kid and being told you’re not special. And then living with 6 other people who are constantly praised because they’re more special than everyone else. Imagine them 30 years later still talking about you behind your back and blaming you for everything that went wrong.

Imagine being 12 and being so restless to see the world and to see what you can do that you go somewhere no one’s ever been. And it’s hell. And no one comes to save you. You think about how you saw your family dead in those first days. And it haunts you for those next 45 years.

2) imagine being transported back in time. You have powers that can kill people. And since you’re from the future you have history books on your side. You have the power to stop one of the most famous assassinations in history and prove to your dad (who’s alive now) that you’re GOOD. That you’re not the impulsive emotional crazy mess he always said you were. You just want him to love you, because whether you want to admit it or not, you want his love and validation more than anything else in the world. You don’t prevent the assassination.

Imagine having to witness all the stupid things your brother does. You just want to give up sometimes but you literally can’t. So you put up with his attitude and stupid justifications and you never get to hug those 5 other people that you miss so much. Your brother says that ghosts can’t time travel. You don't get to say goodbye to him. Even though you hated him sometimes he had a good heart and you miss that good heart all the time.

3) imagine going through brutal racism and dehumanization every single day. Not knowing if your husband is alive or in jail or not. Constantly on alert. Your husband is the only thing keeping you from losing it. And the thought that your daughter will be there when you get back. You didn’t get to see her before the first apocalypse. You failed her as a mother and she died that night not even hearing your voice. Your brother was on the phone for you. You leave your husband for her. It’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Except she isn’t there.

4) (speculation) you used to be immortal. You got really sick one time from walking barefoot in a field and from something you smoked. You got shot by a spear gun. You came back. You can drink however much you want. You can get run over by a bus and you heal in half an hour. Now that you don’t have your powers it’s different. Everything is terrifying on a new level. Salmonella from the canteloupe and liver poisoning from the alcohol and flu from your brother's new kid. The clorox wipes smell like a security blanke and you can't get close to anyone anymore. Not even your sister. Not even your niece. And it makes your brother sad. You don’t smoke anymore and you’re so, so quiet. No one notices. You’re finally quiet.

#the umbrella academy #see if you can guess who!!! #but oh my god this made me so sad jesus christ #tua #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #number five #viktor hargreeves #didnt include lila here sry #writing #kai's writing

[luveline]

hi jade i hope life is treating you well <33 would you please write something for the asf universe maybe where fred invites ghost to come with him to something that he has to go to, and ghost doesn’t know how to say no so she tries to drag herself there despite how exhausted and sad she is, thank you for everything, take care of yourself <33

thank you for your request lovely! fem!reader, 2k

cw for mental health issues

Eyes dry as sand, you lean down in the hallway of Lee's flat to retie your shoelace. You'd done them haphazard, late to get ready. Fred doesn't notice you've stopped, swinging around the corner, each part of him beside his fingers on the doorway disappearing from view. 

"Hey, guys. Alicia, what have you done to your hair?"

"I've dyed it."

"I can see that. Feeling morose, were you?" He pauses. You look up in anticipation of his confused gaze. "Love?" he asks. 

You spring up with your shoelace half tied again to meet him in the doorway. Easy, Fred wraps his arm around your shoulders. He is, unquestionably, showing you off to his friends. "Hi guys," you say. 

You don't mind talking to them —they're not the problem, his merry band of twenty-somethings, reminiscent of their school selves but with enough piercings, tattoos, and bold haircuts to tell the difference. You're different enough that half of them didn't recognise you the first time they saw you again after leaving school, Lee Jordan's ill-fated birthday party, Freddie and a handful of bruised knuckles. You're the girl Fred defended unshakingly. It bought you a lot of street cred. 

What's so special about her that Fred would bother making such a mess? they must think. You honestly don't have a clue. It has more to do with Fred's big heart than your deserving, probably. 

"Hey," Angelina says, knees up at the table, a coke sweating down her arm. "Thank god you're here, George hasn't shut about you both since you cancelled on him." 

"I had salmonella," Fred says, arm steadfast behind you as he guides you into the kitchen. He encourages you into an empty chair by Angelina, likely George's considering the familiar worn wallet laid out by an empty coke. "Couldn't really de-salmonella myself." 

"Freddie!" Lee says, bottles clinking together in his hand. 

"Alright?" Fred asks. 

"Man, I'm glad you got here early. I wanted to talk to you about Melena before her lot come over at seven. Her gran just died so now she has a lot of money and nothing to do with it." 

"I don't like being responsible for other people's money," Fred says, his hand toying with the back of your shirt as he talks. Totally distracted, doting on you anyhow. 

"I thought you'd say that." 

You pick George's wallet up, unthinking. Neither of the twins has ever felt much possession of their possessions, nor have they ever withheld anything from you, and so you've a lack of manners all their blame. You run your thumb over the plastic window where a photo of Molly holding a smaller, younger Ginny on her knee takes centre stage. 

"Hello," George says, his reappearance surprising you enough to lose your grip on the wallet. His arms cleave you from Fred's grasp, all guy smells and squeezes as he hugs you roughly. "Things aren't so dire as to pickpocket me, surely." 

Fred is your very best friend on the whole planet. George is an extremely close second. You smile at the fierce pressure of his arms and pat him on the wrist. 

"Sorry, I was being nosey." 

"Wait, I've forgotten I was mad at you." 

"For what?" you ask, though you know.

"You didn't come to game night! What the fuck, ghost? Fred had salmonella, whatever, but you weren't sick. I missed you." 

I didn't feel well enough to come without Fred, you almost say, but it's still not fair. George really is a best friend. "I should've come. I'm sorry," you say. 

"That's okay. Come to the next one, yeah?" He stands up, giving your back a whack and a half. "You okay?" 

Honestly? No. You're tired. You don't feel like a very good person, and being with your friends makes it worse. You would've said no to coming tonight, but it's not as easy as it is with George to say no to Fred. Fred asks you for things, hand on your hand or your elbow or your knee, and you can't entertain letting him down.

"We've been invited to Lee Jordan's for drinks next Friday," he'd said. At that moment your shins were over his lap, his new phone precariously held in his long fingers, "you'll come, won't you? It was rubbish without you last time." 

"Yeah," you'd said immediately. "Course." 

Why? you think now, a sharp knife of dread sliding beneath your ribs. What a stupid idea. Your hands are clammy where you wipe them in the knees of your jeans, your mouth uncooperative as you answer George's inquiry. "I'm okay. How are you? Did you get your new sofa yet?" 

The night pulls on in dribs and drabs. You're better at hiding how you feel now you've reason to hide it, someone who loves you enough to pay attention, but it always shines through. Like grease on silk held up to the light, the pervasive oiliness of how you feel seeping, seeping. You jump from room to room, bump shoulders with people you know and strangers alike, swap a coke for a vodka and, at Fred's proud production, an ice cold mimosa with a fresh orange slice hooked on the rim. 

"A mimosa? At 9PM?" you ask, taking it anyway. 

"Vitamin D, doll. It's good for you." Kiss to the top of your head. Fred is stolen away again by an old friend. You sit in the pit of a deep chair, the comfiest, softest seat in the house, a fresh drink in hand, music you like playing to the left and a shouted promise of pizza and potato wedges called from the kitchen. 

Everybody cheers. You take a sip of your drink and decide to go home. You can sidle up to George and tell him you're not feeling well, he can tell Fred when your boyfriend notices you're gone. No one will panic, and there will be no need for him to go home. 

But Fred doesn't work that way. Doesn't trust you to tell the truth about how you're feeling; you're a liar, and he knows you'll undersell the weight of whatever it is that's wrong. 

When George pops by to steal your drink, you don't spin a lie about headaches or cramps. 

You're loved into telling the truth. 

Fred wanders back your way eventually. He sees it on your face (he must), the disconnect between your eyes and your surroundings. It isn't everything about you —you see him approaching and you smile, opening an eager hand to his arm— but he's well read in your feelings. He hips you along the big chair and sits back, pulling you with him, his arm again protectively held over your shoulders as he tucks you into his neck.

"You look tired, lovely girl," he says, his voice weak in the quiet.

"I'm trying not to be." 

"I don't think it's something you can try your way out of." Stronger, fonder, he's reassured by your smile, but he knows you better than anyone. "You've drunk your mimosa!" 

"George," you correct.

"Ah. Did you like it at all?" he asks. 

Things don't always taste right to you. "The fizzing was making my nose hurt." 

Fred turns your face to his. "Not your gorgeous nose," he laments, lips barely parted. He strokes you cheek with the soft pad of his thumb like he's trying to smooth away a line, eyes pinching into a squint. Handsome squint on a handsome boy. 

"I'm okay." You answer before he can ask.

"I know. Wish you'd said something earlier, is all." 

"I can't… ruin your fun. Every night." 

"Every night," he repeats. He tips your chin up to kiss you. "That's ridiculous," he says when he leans back. "You don't ruin any fun, ghost. You make it fun." 

"Make what fun?" you ask, sounding more and more tired with each word. You mumble into his shirt. "This should be fun… don't know what's wrong with me."

Fred goes soft like butter in the sun, though what's warming about your limp disposition is anyone's guess. "You're sick of hearing me say this," he begins, words slow, "but you have no reason to… feel so disgusted with yourself. I can hear it, sometimes… in your voice. You don't have to know what's wrong with you, you don't have to force yourself to have fun, you don't have to be so angry. Not with my girl, she doesn't deserve it." He kisses your cheek, a sudden cheerful punctuation to his serious moments. "You feel rubbish, you don't know why. It doesn't matter, so long as you can feel better in the end." 

"I'm just tired," you say, as you've said a hundred times before. 

"You're always tired." 

It makes your throat ache, that simple acknowledgement. 

"You can kip on me if you want to," he says. 

"Here?" you ask. 

He shrugs, jostling your shoulder. "Don't see why not. Unless you want to go home. We can go home, sweetheart."

It's unsaid. Staying here, even when you don't feel good, will mitigate the guilt you'd feel if you dragged him home. He doesn't care, he'd never hold it against you, but you're paranoid anyways, and self-hating to a fault. There's no need to add fuel to that fire, so you can stay. But if you really can't manage it, Fred will take you home. 

"Maybe I'll just lean on you, for a bit." You meet his eyes fully, brown and big and looking down at you with a shiny kind of love. "If that's okay." 

Fred drops his arm to the small of your back and wraps it around, his thumb searching for your Jean pocket. He hooks it there, his chin rubbing a short line into your temple. "Oh no, my beautiful girlfriend wants to snuggle. Whatever will I do." 

"You don't have to, Freddie. You can enjoy your party. I could just go home." 

"I don't want you to go home," he whispers, a secret. "I want to be where you are. I like parties, but I like you more." 

"Are you sure?" you ask. 

Fred lays back with the affect of a gluttonous Prince, as though he has everything he wants right there at his disposal. You can't imagine being the pretty girl under his arm, and yet you are. No matter how awful your head hurts, he makes you feel like you've nothing to be ashamed of. It's the kindest thing he can do. 

"Take a breather," he says. "Let's have fifteen minutes. If you feel worse, we'll go home. 'Kay?" 

You look at his lap, curling your fingers into the hem of his pressed button down. "Okay. Thanks, baby." 

He sounds pleased at the pet name. "Melena's coming over here. Quick, pretend to be sleeping. I'll stroke the back of your neck if you promise not to laugh." 

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #a special friend universe

[wonderlandleighleigh]

The cooking show in ‘78 is a big hit, which doesn’t really surprise Midge, much. She’s always been a whiz in the kitchen, and she’s funny as hell on top of that, and so the combination of her quick humor and delicious food winds up being an irresistible one-two punch.

Susie is happy, too. It’s keeping Midge in the public eye without having to send her on tour. Abe isn’t doing all that great now that Rose is gone, and the kids are a fucking mess, apparently, with Esther’s genius starting to make her life much harder, and Ethan is still trying to decide whether he wants to do his rabbinical studies here in the states or in Israel.

Shit’s nuts, in short.

But the show is fun. It’s low stakes, and every once in a while they have a celebrity guest come on to make one of their own dishes. Gordon Ford came on once for a steak au poivre recipe where he just hit on Midge the entire time. It made for good TV, but Midge left set annoyed as fuck and the two women drank their way through a couple of bottles of wine that night.

Shy Baldwin came on for an episode to make paella and Midge makes lots of jokes about Jewish people and shellfish, while Shy complains about the fact that when he does cooking shows everyone wants him to make fried chicken.

“My fried chicken is terrible,” he laughs. “I gave Reggie salmonella once.”

Midge laughs at that. “You did not!”

“I did! He’s never let me live it down!”

It’s a great episode, two old friends who have mended a long-broken fence giggling their way through a half hour of television, talking about the tour in 1960, and having a frank discussion about Shy’s coming out the year before. Shit gets rave reviews TV Guide, and even Variety picks up a blurb about the two’s warmth and effervescence on screen.

Susie is happy.

“I booked Lenny Bruce for next week.”

Susie is less happy.

“Mike!” she snaps. “What the fuck?! Seriously!? She hasn’t spoken to him since his overdose in ‘66!”

Mike blinks. “I thought they were friends.”

“Before he fucked his life, yeah,” Susie tells him. “They haven’t spoken in years.”

“Do they hate each other?” Mike asks. “Should I cancel?”

Susie blows out a breath and thinks for a moment. Midge doesn’t hate Lenny. Quite the opposite. They just...never got it together. “Let me talk to her. See what she wants.”

“The guy’s been clean since he almost kicked it,” Mike shrugs. “And he’s mostly working behind the scenes producing documentaries these days. I thought it’d be a nice ‘hello, old friend’ kind of episode.”

Susie squeezes her eyes shut. “Just...lemme take her temperature on it.”

*****

“Oh.”

Susie observes her oldest friend quietly as the comedian absorbs the information. Her eyes look sad and wistful for just a moment before she takes a breath and sits up straight.

“It’ll be fine,” Midge says. “It’ll be...nice. To see him.”

Susie eyes her suspiciously. “Will it?”

“I uh...yeah,” Midge nods. “I think the last time we spoke, we ran into each other at a Grammy party he stopped in at right after he got clean. He was...it was nice.”

Susie sighs softly. She likes Lenny. She, too, has run into him here and there, and since getting his shit together and winning his appeal, he’s been good. He was downright sweet the last time, buying Susie a drink. Thanking her for trying to drag his dumb ass out of that hole he was in.

It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if Lenny wound up being husband number five.

“Okay, then. Lenny is on next week,” Susie confirms.

*****

He gets to set a little early to prep, and say hello. He’s quiet now, which Midge finds strange, but he’s clearly happy to be there. They share a friendly peck in greeting and then the work starts.

Susie hovers, whether to keep an eye on him or to keep an eye on her, Midge doesn’t know, but they run through what they’re doing (chicken soup - she can’t believe she hasn’t made it on the show yet), and the director does his usual shpeil, explaining how things work, where to look, where to stand.

Once the cameras are rolling, that old chemistry comes roaring back like a tidal wave. Their banter is fast and funny, and they laugh together. They shamelessly flirt, and Lenny drives her nuts by adding too much chili powder to the soup.

“You like spicy food,” he accuses.

“But chicken soup isn’t a spicy dish, Lenny.”

“Why not? We’re adults. We’re not committing murder. We can make spicy chicken soup.”

It goes off the rails from there, and suddenly they’re adding an entire jalapeno to the soup, and Lenny goads her into doing a party trick she’d mentioned to him long ago; eating an entire hot pepper without incident, which she does. 

They eat the soup, and declare it delicious, surprisingly, with all the spice.

They end the episode with their arms wrapped around each other, and Lenny laughing and trying to avoid her spicy breath as she giggles her way through the outro of the show. Once she gets out her “thank you and goodnight!” she turns to him and huffs in his face, making him jerk back, still laughing.

Susie can’t remember the last time Midge lit up so much with anyone other than Susie herself. It looks good on her, and since her mother died, she’s been down.

“You still out in LA?” Susie asks him as he’s getting ready to leave.

“I just moved back,” Lenny admits. “There are three docs shooting here in the next year I’m working on, and I’ve been asked to be more active, so I got a little place.”

Midge hears and perks up, but doesn’t say anything.

“Well...don’t be a stranger, then,” Susie tells him, patting his arm as she walks off, leaving the two comics to talk, though listening as she goes.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were moving back?” Midge asks.

“We don’t talk very much anymore, I didn’t think you’d care to know,” Lenny offers helplessly.

“You’re so dumb,” she accuses. “Of course I care to know. We should throw you a housewarming party.”

“No.”

“Lenny.”

He sighs heavily, as unable to say no to her as Susie is. “Fine.”

Susie smirks and heads for the offices to get a bead on last week’s ratings.

*****

After that, Lenny guests on the show once a month, and even when he’s not there, Midge brings him leftovers. 

END

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge x Lenny #Susie Myerson #Midge Maisel #Fictional Lenny

[workingforthewidow]

5:34 am I was about to start my day-

I’m alive lol! Sorry for the long wait but I’m here I’m alive. Just had to get over the flu, dizzy spells, and salmonella poisoning lol. Here is part 8 of Sun to Me! I have part 9 done as well and maybe 10 done/almost done!

This story is NSFW and not for minors- if you are under 18 go ask your legal guardian if you can watch the movie.

Warnings: kidnapping, forced marriage, dub-con, attempted non-con, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, age gap (15 years- K&C are 19 Sinclairs are freshly 34) Don’t like it don’t read it,

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“Fucking hell. Where the fuck did they go?” Bo ran his hands through his hair as he paced. He had tried to keep up with the girls and the visitors but lost them when they took a turn. “Those fucking little bitches. Can’t believe they fucking tricked us. I don’t care how pretty they are, I’m going to beat her with my bare hands.” His anger was at an all time high. It had been 3 hours and they couldn’t find the girls or the visitors.

Vincent had been sitting in the house watching Bo pace as he wrote out his thoughts-

~How are you so sure they are trying to run? These last two months have been good after that last attempt. Which was deserved after that stunt you pulled. Maybe the visitors took them. Thinking they were in danger. They’re on foot they couldn’t have gotten far.~

Bo winced reading the note. He didn’t like to remember what happened the day of his birthday. He would hate himself and what he did to Caroline for the rest of his life and even in the hereafter. He took a breath and closed his eyes trying to calm himself. He opened his mouth to say something when the door opened. He turned and the sight was something he never would have imagine in his wildest dreams.

There stood his babygirl, his little innocent wife who cried when she saw Jonesy kill a squirrel and had nightmares during thunderstorms, with blood splattered all over her face, her jeans, and the shirt she had stolen from his dresser, and a knife in her hand.

“I got one of them but Katie is still running over the girl. And boy is she’s mad. I don’t think I’ve seen Katie that mad in a while.” She said it like it was nothing. “I imagine if you want to be able to use the body you should get to her before Katie’s done with her.” She turned and started walking back in the direction where Bo assumed Katie and the victim were running.

Bo finally came out of the shock he was trapped in and ran after her, grabbing her around the waist. “The fuck you think you’re doing girl.” The anger was coming back into his body full speed.

“Obviously trying to get back to my sister before she completely destroys a human body. Duh.”

“Oh no. You are going to back up to that house, cleaning yourself up, and getting my dinner ready, like the good little wife you are suppose to be.” Bo turned and started walking her towards the house. “You are in so much trouble little girl.”

“And here I thought you would find it kinda hot or are you just jealous the guy I killed was bigger than yours.” Bo dropped her and turned her to face him his hands going to her face.

“The fuck you mean the one you killed?”

“I took this knife,” she held up the bloodied knife in his face, “and I stabbed him. Right here.” She tapped the tip of the blade over his heart. “I mean I did have him on the ground after I hit him in the head with a chair. But I’m still pretty proud of myself.” She shrugged and waited for a response.

Bo’s emotions were flipping so fast he didn’t know what to do. He felt anger at her for not following the rules, pride in her that she had taken down a tourist, and she was right he was insanely hard in his jeans at the sight of her. He let the third emotion take over and grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her hard.

“We will be having a long talk about this later little girl. Show us where they went.” He released her face and she started off in the direction Katie had run.

Bo and Vincent followed and soon they found Katie looking very similar to Caroline. The body of the woman at her feet.

At the sound of their footsteps Katie looked up, it took all of his self control for Vincent not to grab her. He didn’t know it but he was having the same confusing feelings as Bo. He couldn’t decide if he was angry, proud, or turned on.

“Wow you didn’t completely chop her to bits. Proud of you!” Caroline laughed and Katie nodded.

“It was really hard. Fucking bitch got me good.” She lifted her left arm and sure enough there was a long scratch mark down her forearm.

Caroline took Katie’s arm and examined it, “I can fix that. Doesn’t look like it’ll need stitches. Should be good with a bandage wrap.”

Bo and Vincent jaws dropped (well Vincent’s would if he didn’t have his mask on) they looked to each other to see if the other had figured out what was going on and what happened to their sweet girls.

Katie finally looked to Vincent and smiled, “Hello darling. I missed you.” She moved towards him and put her hand on his chest. He grabbed her arm and looked over it, clearly not happy with her injury, “I’ll be okay, just a scratch.” She tried to reassure him but that clearly wasn’t going to be easy.

“Okay what the fuck is going on here?” Bo’s voice boomed out. “You know the rules. Stay home and don’t talk to strangers. You two are going home, cleaning up, putting on your pretty little dresses, making dinner, and waiting for us. We are gonna clean up this mess. Dinner better be on the fucking table and you better be ready to explain.”

Katie looked to Vincent who nodded in agreement with his twin. Caroline took Katie’s hand and they walked back to the house.

“Well that went better than I thought it would.”

—

Bo and Vincent walked into the house to find exactly what they asked for, dinner on the table and the girls cleaned up in their pretty dresses. Vincent took note of the bandage wrapped around Katie’s arm. Seeing the boys enter, they stood and went to them. Their nerves could be felt through the thickness in the air. They knew the boys weren’t not happy. They tried their best to impress them cleaning up nice, doing their hair and makeup, and even made them pot roast again.

“Sit.” Bo ordered, Caroline immediately did as told, while Katie looked to Vincent. When he crossed his arms and nodded Katie hurried to follow suit. Bo and Vincent took their seats and plates were made in silence. No one spoke for a few minutes everyone just eating.

“You better have a good explanation for that little stunt you just pulled. You could’ve been killed.” Bo said stabbing into a potato with a little more force than was truly needed.

The girls looked to each other and Katie took a breath explaining everything the best she could about they figured out what was going on and how they ended up out there tonight.

After her speech with a few add-ins from Caroline the only response they got was some hums and nods. Fear was starting to creep in their bodies as they cleaned the kitchen after dinner, the boys eyes falling them every move they made. Once things were cleaned the stood next to their husbands.

Vincent took Katie’s hand and lead her to their room while Bo did the same with Caroline. The girls had no idea what the night had in store but seeing as they weren’t dead and no one was crying they hoped it would go okay.

—

Bo closed the door to their room and turned to find a well welcomed sight, his baby on her knees, hands folded on her thighs, and her head down.

“I’m sorry Bo. I knew the rules and I didn’t follow them. I’m sorry. You made the rules for a reason, to keep me safe. I’m sorry.” Her voice was so small and so soft. His perfect girl.

Bo put his hand on her cheek and she looked up to him tears glistening in her eyes, “Get your pajamas on and get to bed babygirl.”

He was mad. Oh lord was he mad. It was taking everything in his power to control his anger. Luckily Vincent had had the forethought to make him burn off some anger, one of the house towards the edge of town needed new windows now but it had calmed him a little. He didn’t want, couldn’t, act like he had on his birthday. He would kill himself before he did that again. He had to control himself.

Caroline changed into one of his shirts he had given her to use as pajamas. She was swimming in it but he knew she had a motive behind it. She didn’t wear anything under it, it was a welcome invitation for him to touch her. It was her way of initiating sex when she was still to shy to openly ask for it or to start the foreplay. His sweet little babygirl, who blushed when he held her hand sometimes, had blood on her hands now. They didn’t want the girls involved, sure they would have to tell them what was going on eventually. But they had hoped to keep this quiet a little longer.

He took his clothes off leaving him in his boxers and got in bed next to her. He put his hand over hers intertwining their fingers. She looked up to him and tried to smile but he could see the fear behind her eyes. He hated that look, that he had made her have that look. All her adrenaline had faded and she was coming to terms with what she did.

“Babygirl,” he released her hand and pulled her into his lap, “I’ll be honest with you I’m mad as hell right now. But I ain’t gonna hurt you like that again. I’ll promise again baby.” She put her head on his shoulder and he could feel her shaking a bit. “We were gonna tell ya what was happening. We had plans to but we didn’t wanna do it too soon. Didn’t wanna scare ya away.”

He heard her make a small noise and he pulled her away from his shoulder looking into her eyes, “What ya say baby?”

“Why didn’t you kill me and Katie? Why, why are we alive?”

Bo smirked and kissed her forehead, “‘Cus babygirl you were meant to be my pretty little wife. As soon as I saw ya two walking into my shop I knew it. Two pretty little twins for me and Vinny. Once you left for the museum I went and got Vinny and told him all about ya. Will admit your sisters pretty but you had my eye always baby.”

Caroline’s giggle interrupted him, “We’re identical twins, silly, we look the same.”

Bo smiled hearing her sweet laugh, “Nah I can tell the difference. There’s something about you babygirl that spoke to my heart. I knew that you were meant to be a Sinclair. Be my wife and mama to my babies. Gonna be so pretty with my baby in your belly. Sweet little mama with my sweet little Chevy girl.”

“What if we have a boy first?” She asks tracing her fingers over his arm. “I always liked Matthew like from the Bible. My favorite Gospel. Call him Mattie.”

Bo nodded and smiled at her, “That sounds good baby. Chevy and Mattie.”

Talking about baby names had helped calm him down and he wrapped his arms around her holding her tight to him before laying her down. She waited him to lay back as well before resting her head on his chest where she continued to trace patterns with her fingers.

“I love you Beauregard Sinclair.”

“And I love you Caroline Sinclair.”

—

Vincent had learned quickly that his angel had a habit of crying when her emotions got too much, too happy, too sad, too angry, too anything. She held everything in for too long before finally breaking. He knew as soon as the door was closed tears would be flowing and he was right.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It just, everything was happen so fast… and I’m sorry, Vincent. I’m sorry. I…” Her words faltered and sobs shook her body. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and put his forehead against hers. His thumbs brushed the tears from her and continued to rub soft circles over her face. After a few moments he let his hands fall and took a step back.

He started moving his hands and she realized he wanted to sign today instead of speak or write things down. They had been practicing for a few months and he had gotten quite good. He wasn’t fluent yet but Katie dared to say he was pretty close.

V- I’m not mad angel.

“What do you mean?” Katie both asked aloud and signed.

V- I’m not mad. Upset? Yes, you should have told me. So I could protect you.

“You could have been honest with me in the first place. There’s enough secrets here as there is.”

V- I am sorry angel. You’re right but I didn’t want to scare you off anymore than you already were.

Then she asked the same question her twin had asked of his, “Why didn’t you kill me and Caroline? Why, why are we alive?” The tears had returned, not quite as hard as before but tears nonetheless. Vincent didn’t respond. He pulled her into his arms held her as close to him as possible. His hands rubbed up and down her back letting her cry.

She felt one of his hands move from her back for a moment than came back.

“You have always been safe with me. Since I first saw you, I knew you were mine.” His voice was a soft whisper. “The most beautiful girl in the world.”

“We look a like we’re twins. Besides the hair but that’s not much.” Her laugh was muffled a bit but he heard it.

Vincent shook his head and kissed her cheek, “Your souls are different. But yours and mine are the missing piece to each other. I love you Catherine Sinclair. My sweet angel.”

She smiled at him her eyes shining with love, “And I love you Vincent Sinclair.”

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher fanfic #slasher fic #slashers #bo sinclair #brian van holt #house of wax fic #vincent sinclair

[artzychic27]

Just Favoritism!Marc and Lila being snarky friends

Lila: Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear. I thought I might find you here, tied to the stair rails… Again.

Marc: Lila, if you don't untie me right now, I will murder you.

Lila: If you're trying to get me to help you, you're doing a terrible job.

So long, my fellow outcast

Bad Malice Anciel

Who everyone avoids

Like Salmonella

You're a demon

By the way, your hairdo is alarming

Marc: You're a vixen

Your personality must come with a warning

Lila: So I hear. Good day

Marc: Oh, God.

Lila: I'll be on my way. Goodbye

Marc: No, please

Lila: I tease

Marc: Remember when we met here?

You kept showing up

Lila: And when I met you

I felt like throwing up

Marc: Wow, aren’t you so snarky?

I never saw that coming

Being around Her Majesty

Made you lose your taste for slumming

Lila: As you say. So long

Marc: Ta-ta

Lila: I really must go

Marc: Then au revoir, although

How about the school fair?

What a frenzy there

Lila: You made her class lose the prize

Nice handiwork

Marc: Thank you

Lila: She’s in such distress

You've caused quite a mess

Marc: Literature can traumatize

People here are all too messed up

Can nobody take a joke?

Lila: Let's just say that Mari, guess what

Got everyone to wish you’d choke

Marc: Everyone’s a critic.

Lila: School is a living hell

Oh, lightning, strike me!

Guys and girls beg for her hand

And torment girls like you and me

Marc: What a nightmare

And every day, there is me to spoil it

I either have to cause mayhem

Or breathe until she throws a fit

Lila: You know, you use humor as a defense mechanism to stop people getting too close to you

Marc: Ugh, you know, you use your hair as a defense mechanism to stop people from getting too close to you

Lila: Hey!

Marc: … Well, I'd better get home. Thanks for getting me down…

Lila: … How’s your mom and mamá?

Marc: They live to goad me

While dreaming of a world

Where they gave birth to Mari

Lila: Or the day you’re married off

To some reptillian villain

Marc: So far every local loathsome villain is unwilling

Lila: Lucky you

You can hold on for love to take wing

Oh, right

Love's not your thing

Marc: Love is just for fools

Lila: Idiots and tools

And the criminally insane

Yes, I know your speech

That you love to preach

That you've drummed into my brain

Marc: Love alone destroyed poor Carter

Gerard died when she sought his heart

Ezekiel found love a bother

So she ripped his heart apart…

I think I’d better go

I've overstayed here

Lila: I’d rather hang with you

This normal one here

Marc/Lila: Still I’ve lovely memories

Of all the times we've been here

Marc: I must say, adieu, to you

Lila: So long. Toodle-loo

Marc: I've no excuse

I've got to vamoose

Marc/Lila: Cheerio

Ciao ciao

For now…

Marc: Fuck it. Let’s get ice cream.

Lila: That’s my guy!

*But as they leave, neither of them notice a certain redhead watching from behind a corner*

Nathaniel: … God, I love Marc Anciel, that's a total surprise

Not at all what I expected

If I kissed Marc Anciel, he might blacken my eyes

On this Earth there's no one like him…

And I like him…

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #Lila Rossi #bad cinderella #songfic #mlb au #favoritism au

[semolinapudding]

Mundane scenes with genshin characters.

Random casual and commonplace scenes that bring these characters closer to reality and human life.

Gender neutral reader.

Content Warnings: throwing up, alcohol.

Cyno

🍧You hear the sound of nail clipping from Cyno clipping his toe nails on the terrace, with his foot sitting on his thigh. He's got a simple and silver color nail clipper that is so loud, either because of it, or because of his thicc nails.

🍧You often see him washing his feet at the faucet in Avidya forest. Actually, there's no time you don't see him washing his feet at the faucet with a handmade soap everytime he comes from the desert with really dirty and full of sand feet. Collei usually brings him a clean towel.

🍧There's something calming and satisfying about seeing Cyno do these simple everyday life things that everyone does.

🍧He sometimes just sits on the margin of the terrace of Tighnari's chalet, in the morning sun, and sips dark coffee, no sugar, you know, because he always mentions it when buying coffee from some other places. His loud sips are an usual background noise, silent and deep in his own thoughts, with a hand sitting on his thigh.

🍧Cyno always sighs hard when leaning down in bed after a hard day.

🍧When he wakes up from a nap, you know he's hungry. And if it isn't dinner time yet, he just eats some cheese with onions he's cleaning himself. He blinks pressed, his eyes sting because of the onions.

Tighnari

🍧Tighnari can be heard whistling unbothered while doing chores or wandering the forest. The tone and Rhythm of his whistling is recognizable. Is soothing and relaxing to listen to while doing something or just being in the area.

🍧Tighnari does push ups near the bed sometimes, without a particular reason.

🍧You came to Avidya Forest to find out the beloved forest ranger infested himself with salmonella, after eating an infested mushroom by mistake. He throws up often and sometimes he doesn't even get to reach a bucket or the outside. A doctor comes to Avidya to check and cure him. Salmonella is contagious so Cyno and Collei have been told to keep their distance.

🍧When he doesn't get salmonella from mushrooms, Tighnari can be seen sewing his clothes and Collei's as well. Her bra got a tear and Collei is too messy. She can't do a tight and strong sew like Tighnari does. He pricks himself with the needle and groans annoyed, pressing with the thumb on his stinged finger.

Wanderer (Bambi)

(I named him Bambi.)

🍧Like a wanderer he wanders the streets of Sumeru, his face hidden by his hat. He may think he isn't human but you don't think that at all, as he gets lost in the crowd of people in the market, just like any of us.

🍧Bambi goes grocery shopping. Just how many times does this guy argue with people over the quality of pumpkins?

🍧His bag tears at the bottom and all his vegetables fall to the ground. He swears loudly, in public, and gets down on his knees, thinking of what he should do. He places all his vegetables in his hat. Luckily, a granny gives him a more rezistent bag because walking the bazaar with a huge hat full of vegetables is stupid enough to raise attention.

🍧So those vegetables are actually for a soup he's making, out in the wild. You watch his fingers try to lit up a match. He breaks the third match in half already, but he's forcing patience onto himself.

🍧When he lits up the fire and prepares the pot, a wild animal steals a veggie from his bag. He turns around and chases it screaming, then forgets about it.

🍧Bambi gets rocks in his shoes often, and starts shaking his foot, making those annoyance mouth sounds. Many times he has to take off his shoes to remove the rocks.

🍧When he eats something, usually dogs gather around him and he waves his hands at them to send them away, but they come back. He throws his food to the dogs and walks away.

🍧He trips over and swears the ground or whatever. He lifts himself up and flies because he got mad at the ability to walk.

🍧You watch him from a distance as he's taking his shoes and socks off, to get into the water of a lake. Birds usually gather at the shore of the water and he likes to throw water at them with his feet, laughing meanly while they fly away.

🍧Bambi is a weird name for someone as mean as him.

Venti

🍧Aside from seeing him very often at Angel's share, drinking wine all alone, he has other moments that make him just as human as everyone else, just what is the difference between an archon and a human, if it's to exclude immortality?

🍧You notice how lonely he actually seems. All by himself, with a glass of wine, staring in the distance, or when he walks through Mondstadt just like an usual citizen, and he sprains his ankle on the stairs. That must be painful. He cries in pain while people nearby approach him worryingly. Yeah, embarrassing things happen, is part of life. He's fine, he says he's fine, as he walks limping.

🍧And when he cuts apples with a penknife at Windrise and eats all by himself, is just another simple view that you like to see.

🍧He writes poems and you know it because you saw them exposed at Lisa's library, signed as "A bard". You recognize his handwriting. You're even more sure he's the one writting them when at Angel's share, in the mundane noises of other people passing and talking, he's concentrating on a piece of paper. When you approach, you see he's writtings lyrics.

🍧A quiet place is always best for inspiration waves and no interruptions, and is mostly Windrise, but coincidence makes it that you find him in some other places as well.

🍧Venti recites his poetries in whispers to make sure the rhyme fits well, he writes and mumbles it all over again until it is just right.

🍧In the morning, while humming melodies, he detangles his messy hair and braids it back, making your morning dreams sweeter.

🍧He throws up after drinking, which is rare. But it happens and is awful for him and everyone hearing it.

🍧Not so pretty about him is the strong smell of alcohol that hits you when you approach him at Angel's share, and he's already past many wine shots.

Author's note:

Hello mini puddings. Of course I am back. I've had this in my drafts for a while and it's time to let it fly. This time with something I came up with myself. Tell me how you like it.

#genshin impact headcanons #funny #slice of life #Cyno #tighnari #Wanderer #scaramouche #venti #headcanons

[heedmywarnings]

The long awaited fucking filler chapter

QUICK A/N: so, why did I take so long to post this? I was burdened with writer's block, and found not motivation to write any shit. But here I am! Yeah, when's the next chapter? Ah, eheh, uh haha..

It was awkward, well it was VERY awkward. Sitting right infront of you is a plate full of food, Snezhnayan delicacies you've never seen nor heard before.

"I-is the food not to your liking?" Tonia asks, stuttering between her words as she gulps down any possible reasons that escape your lips, "No no, of course not" you reassured her, "Just thinking how I'd start" you added, biting your lip, yeah that wasn't a really good excuse. I mean, yea, you just got kidnapped.

Around two hours ago, you were just staring at some icy flower things with Pulcinella. "WOAH" you marveled, "Yes, these are the Tsaritsa's favorites faunas" he says, quite proud of the flowers, "HOW DOES THAT ONE TAKE THE FORM OF ALBEDO"

Whopperflower Albedo got lost.

(Cue bonding time with Pulcinella,. Istg this was better in my deleted draft)

"Hey"

"Yes, your honor?"

"Your name, Pulcinella. It reminds me of Salmonella"

"..."

(divider ig??)

"Can you tell me more about Childe when he was younger?"

"Ah yes, the young Tartaglia. He was Reckless even today. Always one to get into fights"

"I actually heard one of his battles"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he was in your mom's room and they were yelling. There was also some slapping and grunting:D"

"Ah.... I see..."

The sun was starting to set, but the air stayed ever cold, maybe even colder. "Ooh, ooh! Tell me more about Snezhnaya's landscaped histories!" You begged, I guess Salmonella Pulcinella was a natural storyteller. Childe's also a natural kidnapper.

"CHILDE, LET GOT OF THEIR GRACE THIS INSTANT"

"I'M SORRY PAPANELLA. MY BROTHER CALLS FOR THEIR GRACE"

"WHAT THE FUCK WHERE ARE WE GOING"

and that's how you find yourself in this situation.

After dinner, you decided to play with Teucer for a bit, playing with his ruin guard action figures. "I bet even Mr. Cyclops can defeat you!" Teucer declared. As you kneel before him, "And is he able to defeat big brother Ajax?" You asked teasingly, "No way! Big brother is too strong!" He debated.

Then yall were debating against those, who would win in a fight type of stuff.

Then the winner was finally declared.

The spider on the corner of the wall in their house.

From afar, Childe was gazing at you, chuckling at you and his brother's interactions. It was the sweetest, "Let's go Grace! Big brother gave me soooo many toys!" He jumped hyper, (He thinks your name is Grace.)

You spent the day with Childe, and his family. It was nice wasn't it? You also ditched Pulcinella but we'll ignore that.

Taglist, but I forgot half of y'all

@sheepispink

@kiraisastay

@0rah-s

@feralturron

@iruiji

Help me

#genshin impact #sagau #self aware genshin #sagau cult au #sagau x reader

[mxalmighty]

Mutant Mayhem - Minor Spoilers - April's Notebook, but it's text for quoting purposes

Mutant Mayhem spoilers below the cut, but really barely anything and nothing important, just a fun detail I noticed while watching.

So about half an hour into the movie, April's got a lil' notebook of things she wants to ask the turtles about. I paused to read a few and determined it worth saving for later in text format- to one, compare to the better quality footage I'll get to enjoy when it's more widely available to stream and two, to giggle at in the meantime. The footage I'm watching has the quality of deep-fried garbage so this is kind of like solving an ancient coded puzzle.

Should I worry about salmonella? Other diseases?

Have you caught Cov!d? (Can you get sick)

Are you the source of Cov!d?

Are the weapons from hot topic? Pawn shop? Self-made?

How many people has the red bandana turtle stabbed? Does he need therapy?

Can you check out my apartment's plumbing? (Clogs a lot)

Unrelated: How much toilet paper is too much for the sewer to handle?

Can you be good ninjas if I've seen you be ninjas? (Will you have to kill me now?)

3 Fingers? Handicap or--?

Do you have superhuman (turtle) strength?

What do you eat besides pizza? (Are there any pizza spots you'd recommend?)

Does your blood have ???-like properties? (this was

What's your life span?

Do your shells molt?

Does your rat dad molt?

Do you have EARS?? (answered later: (they think they have ears.))

#Mutant Mayhem Spoilers #sort of #really it's just a fun detail I took the time to jott down #while watching a horrible quality cam rip bc i'm in a rural town with no means to watch it otherwise atm ;-; #but gdi i am watching this movie if it kills me #which #it might #mutant mayhem #text post #tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt

[pevensiechase]

Star Wars: The Clone Wars Incorrect Quotes As Said By My Friends (Part 4)

Fives, watching a movie: Yeah. She's gonna get deported to the ocean. ------ Ahsoka: I don't have very many guy friends except the guys in my legion. Anakin: That's because you don't make friends. Ahsoka, appalled: I make friends! ------ Jesse, watching a movie: It's foreshadowing. Everything is foreshadowing. Fives: If you say that one more time, I'm gonna throw a shoe at you. Hardcase: That's literally what I was just thinking. But I don't want to throw my shoe. Hardcase: *starts throwing paper plates like Frisbees instead* Jesse [visible confusion]: Uh, Captain America? ------ Jesse: Have any of you read The Merchant of Venice? Rex: No, but my friend has. Jesse: Can you ask him why Jessica bought a monkey? Rex: What? Jesse: Apparently I'm dyslexic, and I read "money" instead of "monkey", and now I don't know why she bought a monkey. Why would she need a monkey? It's really hard not to sympathize with the antagonist when his daughter stole his money and bought a monkey. ----- Fives: If you're single and you know it, clap your hands. More than half the crowd: *clap clap* Fives: Oh, wow. That's a lot of people. ------ Caleb: These holograms are x-amount of years old, so I don't even know if these masters are alive. I can't just message them and be like "are you still alive?" ------ Boil: Hey, Waxer. I think my weather app is broken. Right now it says it's pouring. It says "medium rain that will stop in a little bit". Waxer: *walks over to the window, where it is, in fact, raining* Well, I mean. . . Boil: Oh shoot, it is actually raining. Hey guys! It's raining! ------ [after the WiFi had shut off]

Hunter: We really do rely too much on technology. Tech: Not me! I'm chillin'. I have my calculator that runs on sunlight! It don't need no WiFi. ------ Ahsoka, after receiving a message from Lux: Ugh, he better be groveling. ------ Fives: Alright, let's go. Don't get lost this time. Echo: You're the one who got lost. Fives, in protest: I saw fruit snacks! ------ Jesse, eyes wide: This is a lot of chicken. I don't know if I can eat this all. Rex: You wanted us to get you twelve! Jesse: No, I said I wanted ten, then I said I wanted six. Rex: You know you don't have to eat them all. Jesse: Yeah, but this is a full plate. If I left it, that would just be disappointing. I still have pizza left! Fives: *dying from laugter* Jesse: *boi* breathe ------ Tup: I hope this isn't raw. Fives: Raw dough is fine. I like raw dough. Kix: You like salmonella? Fives: What? Kix: Salmonella is a sickness caused by eating raw dough. Tup: Yeah, that's why I can't eat it. Fives: Fives [to Tup]: You're gonna get it, too. ------ Echo: What size bowl does it say to use? Medium? Fives: 375°. Echo: What? ------ Fives: Where's the whisk? Rex: What? Fives: Or no, we need a stirrer. Rex: A spoon? ------ Jesse, messing with a child's toy: How do I make it noise? ------ Padmé: I'm not a big fan of the snow. Anakin: She's not a big fan of weather.

Edit: Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 5

#incorrect quotes #incorrect clone wars quotes #star wars #star wars tcw #the clone wars #clones #clone wars #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #arc trooper echo #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper kix #clone trooper tup #clone trooper waxer #waxer and boil #clone captain rex #clone medic kix #clone trooper hunter #clone trooper boil #padme amidala #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #lux bonteri #caleb dume #clone force 99

[warrenwitches3]

Hi!! So How would the twist cast react to Yuu’s swan curse? Like How would they Help break it and does yuu participate and partake in shenanigans similar to the goose from untitled goose game?

Hello! So I’ve got in down that in the future I’m gonna have malleus be the love interest and break Yuu’s curse, because the only way to do so is true love. And she most definitely would participate in the shenanigans as a swan, it would even be funnier. I’ve read some swan facts and I can put them into some examples right now

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Ace: man can we just eat already it’s hot out and I’m hungry, how long is coach Vargas gonna make us do this.

Yuu:*Honk Honk*

Deuce: I agree for once, I’m starving- hey Yuu where you going?

*Little swan wobble over to the nearest lake*

*epel walks over* what’s Yuu doing with her head in the lake??

Grim: she also said she was hungry

*Yuu starts ripping fish apart with beak and eating it*

Ace: EWW BRO WTF

Deuce:YUU! I don’t even think that’s like- healthy

Ace:SHES GONNA GET SALMONELLA!!*aggressive pointing at yuu*

*Yuu waddles back on land and sits down next to them

Epel: *backs away* salmonella isn’t contagious right?

*Ace already on the other side of the field, I’m not taking chances

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*During Riddles overblot*

Riddle: OF WITH ALL YOUR-WHAT THE HELL!!

*Yuu diving at Riddle multiple times from the air and peaking at him* HONK HONK

Riddle: STOP THAT-STOP-*gets hit right in the nose*AHHHHH

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*crewles class*

Crewel: alright now let’s-is that a swan

*Yuu with a pen that was put in their beak by ace and a notepad in front of them, also by ace* “HONK whistle snort HONK honk growl”

Crewel: alright you could have explained it without all the unneeded words, I thought you were some princess

Yuu:”quite whistle”

Crewel: YOUNG LADY *proudly taken aback*

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Ruggie: alright Yuu make a distraction and I’ll gra-

*Yuu goes in honking and growling at everyone and flying around biting and pecking people some of them run out of the kitchen with bits of skin missing from their face*

Ruggie: or that

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Hope that was what you wanted this is my first time answering questions but I’m glad someone asked! It would be kinda awkward if I put it there an no one used it so thank you!

[invisibleraven]

baking a birthday cake together / rulie

Reggie ambled into the Molina kitchen, and froze when he saw the covered counters and Julie standing in the middle of it. Her hair was up in a messy bun and an apron covering her clothes.

"Hey Jules, what's cookin' good lookin'?" Reggie asked.

Julie turned and had a somewhat harried look on her face. "Hey Reg. It's papi's birthday, and I told Tia I would handle the cake since she's doing the food and Carlos is decorating. But I have no clue what I'm doing."

"You want some help?" Reggie offered. "I'm a fair hand in the kitchen, I helped my MeeMaw enough times."

"Would you?" Julie asked, her shoulders slumping in relief. "I would love you forever."

Reggie hoped his cheeks hadn't instantly flamed at that, but given his tendency to blush, he figured it was a lost cause. So he did what he always did to deflect-made a joke. "You mean you don't already?"

Julie rolled her eyes and tossed another apron at his head. Reggie caught it and tied it around his waist. "Okay, so what kind of cake are we doing?"

Julie showed him the recipe for the Tres Leches cake, a favourite in the Molina household. Reggie had never made one before but it didn't look terribly difficult. He looked at the pile of ingredients littering the countertops and hummed. "First things first, look at the recipe and put away whatever we don't need. I'll pre heat the oven and start separating the eggs."

They started working side by side, and while Julie was less experienced, Reggie didn't mind guiding her on how to measure properly and even let her have the bowl to lick out. She scrunched her nose at that though. "That is a one way ticket to salmonella town, no thank you."

"You mean you don't know the joy of licking the bowl?" Reggie asked. "I used to do it all the time, no ill effects yet."

"I think I'd rather not take chances," Julie retorted. "Especially prompted by the guy who spent a weekend in hospital after eating dodgy street dogs."

Reggie winced at the memory. "Man, Sam and Ella did us dirty that day, I will admit, but that was meat-no delicious cake batter."

"I'm still good," Julie replied.

"More for me," Reggie said with a shrug, reaching in to get a scoop of the batter, but Julie stayed his hand.

"Nope, you still have to help me with this cake, you can poison yourself later."

"Fiiiiiiine," he sighed, putting the bowl down and helping Julie get the cake tin in the oven. "We can make the milk mixture while the cake is cooling, and then we have to fridge it for a bit to let it soak. We can do the whipped cream then."

"Sounds good," Julie nodded, "Means we have lots of time to do the dishes."

"Ugh, the worst part of baking," Reggie groaned.

"I know, but necessary," Julie agreed. "You can tell me about your baking exploits with MeeMaw while you dry, how's that?"

Reggie grinned, and found for once he didn't mind the dishes so much, Julie and him chatting the whole time, laughing over stories together to the point that they barely heard the timer go off.

"Time flies when you're having fun I guess," Julie said as she got the tin out of the oven, laying it down on the range to cool. "Let's finish those dishes."

And maybe Reggie convinced her to lick the milk mixture bowl-hey, no chance of catching anything there right? But he so wasn't sharing the whipped cream one.

"Oh come on! It's my cream!" Julie protested, chasing him around the kitchen, scowling as he held it above her head.

"Oh yeah, what'll you give me for it?" Reggie asked, waggling his eyebrows.

She grabbed his necklace and pulled him down so they were nose to nose, making Reggie gulp. His arms lowered, caging her in. "Maybe we can share?" he whispered, eyes gazing at her lips.

"Maybe we can," Julie replied, leaning in and giving him the tiniest of pecks before pulling back, and snatching the bowl from his limp fingers. "But you'll have to catch me first!"

Reggie giggled as Julie dashed off, and he took off after her, catching her pretty easily due to his longer legs, hugging her tight and placing the bowl off to the side. "You tease."

"Moi?" Julie asked, the laughter still in her voice, her eyes shining.

"Yeah, you," Reggie said, tilting her chin up, searching to make sure this was okay. But the light never faded, her smile still brillant. So he closed the distance between them, sharing a sweet kiss-even better than the whipped cream that they had made.

Well he assumed, because after a kiss like that, he totally let Julie have the bowl. He figured he could wait for the cake to taste it. Well that is until Julie smeared it on him only to kiss it off his lips, and well, Reggie would have to say, it was pretty darn good-but Julie was better.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms

[iwillstealyoursalt]

Characters for a project I've been working on for a bit

Quick Note: There are two non-made characters, and also this project was originally supposed to be a fighting game but like i dont have the coding knowledge for that so it might be a comic or askblog or something idk the only thing ik for sure is that itll have multiple characters and that a certain character who i havent modeled yet has just been grabbing people from random worlds and putting them here. ik its not the most original plot but shush These are being shown from Oldest to Newest! also be warned these names are VERY bad since they were supposed to be placeholders but i got too attached ALSO ONE OF THE CHARACTERS IS MADE OF RAW MEAT, CARTOONY SIMPLIFIED BLOCKY RAW MEAT BUT BE AWARE STARTING WITH JEWELLE!

shes uh,,, there ig. her torso was supposed to be kinda like a ring but that didnt show too well in the final design. She'd probably be a fast character reliant on slowly chipping away her opponent's health if it ends up as a fighting game

Then theres this ghost who's both unnamed and not rigged since this is actually a redesign (the old design was BAD) so shes not posed

I imagine she'd have a gimmick where the lil statue inside her chest is the only thing that can be hit THEN THERES THE LEGALLY MANDATED JOKE CHARACTER SMOOCHITHA THE 9TH

yeah she uh,,,,,, she exists

Also there's Cadence (Also a remodel but i had the energy to rig & pose her)

She'd probably be tankier and rely more on status effects

Silica!

She'd probably be a glass cannon or something my brain is goopifying by the minute im sorry Salmonella

sje uhm,,,, she uh uhhmm she uhhhhhhhh Then there's Alexandria

Since I LOVE characters with symbol faces I tried to give her one but uhhhh it didnt turn out as intended. it was supposed to look like a scribble bc of his writing theme but it just looks like she has a line for a face aiosdaoisdioasd. anyways she'd mostly be a sorta trap-builder sorta character i guess idk how else to describe it

Then there's Gingersnap! (be warned she was modeled bc she was on the list of characters I said I would model but hadn't yet and I wanted that list to be smaller so she's a bit rushed. yes this makes a likely remodel candidate sorry)

she'd be a tankier heavy-hitter sorta character or something im tired

OHNO I WAS ABOUT TO GRAB SOMETHING FOR A BONUS IMAGE BEFORE REALISING I FORGOT ABOUT ANDROMEDA

yeah uhhhh i think her kit would be pretty funky and weird but if you use her right she could be pretty strong,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, yeah Anyways de-smooched smoochitha as a bonus

#roblox studio #original character #i think #idk im bad at this website

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: The Kidz are Aiight

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

Oh god😕ew [What a way to start]

LINTLICKER!!! ITS BEEN A WHILE

JEEZ

Seee this is the part where he seems to not care.  Like oh I love them …. But I’ll also let them die to find the others

[btw um.  Remember how I've mentioned the whole.  PsyOps thing.  That I've mentioned.  Occasionally.  because... this is PsyOps.]  OH SHIT not the laser to the eyeeeee!?!?  Blech

Is this a different Zach?  Like a recast?  [No, I don't think.  He's just.  Ragged]  He looks different 🤣

Is this real or is he losing it?  Or is this part of what they’re doing?  [Do you really think I'm gonna tell you that?  :)]  Rude

Ah, I see

Ew, creepy smile

[I like her pants]

Ma’am.  That.  Doesn’t seem… Sanitary.  

WAIT!  Is this the gif?!  [Yes.]  ISSS THE GIF!  [*sigh* you’ve found another mouse, I see]

This is sweet  [This is true!  The cane thing was kinda cute too]  I KNOWWW 😭😭

[Bruh, the first thing he's gonna have to do with the feeling in his feet is clean the grit from between his toes laksdjf]  🤣🤣🤣 so true

☠️☠️☠️☠️

Again. KENDRA WHYYY

[They both pulling the 80s romcom obsess-over-the-outfit montage]  I’m loving this

☠️☠️☠️ the what is what sir

[Oop- leg shaving?!?!?!  Damn]  🤣🤣🤣  [Things are serious]

ACK I KNEW THAT WAS GONNA HAPPEN

["Friendship" Bruh, Logan, you lie]  ☠️☠️☠️

Zach ded

WOT?  THE TOMBSTONES!  THE DISrespect

See this is why I don’t like you Lintlicker

Nope! Ack!

Oh.  That-  [Digging himself out of the grave went better for him than it did for Dean ngl]  That was easier… yeah

Is the dr helping or is this a set up  [Nah, I think he was helping?]  Okay good  [I think we saw him hold Zach's hand earlier]  Awwww  [I don’t know for sure though]

You know what this means… Dr gonna die

Friends don’t need candles Logan  [:)))]

Aww  

“So.” Awkwarddddd  🙂

When are we doing another NCIS!?!  I need someTony now lollll  [asdlkfjasldkfj we can do it soonnnn]

Poor Logan  [Getting stood up for incest vibes]  Logan: Zach?!? 💕💕

[Y'all, I'm not liking this parallelinggggg]  

Oh hello (annoying) Max. I was wondering when you'd show up

Bet Max is thinking “well shit… maybe Logan was right”

[Okay, sorry, but... Acting = 3/10, film staging = 1/10, overall judgement = bad]  “Oooooowuwuwuuuwuu”  That’s the noises that face makes.  Like… Suck it up ☠️☠️☠️  [And did I mention the incest vibes suck]  Yea.  They do

Yes, let’s get in this cave and scream.  Genius

["It's different with you" Ummmm See?!?!?!]  Um  ["How could I forget-" oh god]  Huh.  [“-one single thing about you”]  Ewwwww

– – –

Jezebel: *sigh* Aight, let’s see… We got another not much has happened yet episode.  Except I met PsyOp, or however it’s spelled

Wench: PsyOps.  And it's a department, not a person alksjdflkdsajf  

Jezebel: You shush! I know

Wench: But yeah

Jezebel: And the whole laser in the eye is *sigh*

Wench: So recall that I've told you that Alec's been there a good three times :)

Jezebel: Poor doctor guy tho! Like he did not deserve that… just to help the guy in love with his own sister (and maybe her “not boyfriend” too… it’s complicated)

Wench: I'm still not fully certain whether doctor guy was aboveboard btw.  I can't remember, sorry.  And I wouldn't spoil if I did anyway, so hah!

Jezebel: But alas Max and Logan were being cute and I finally got to see the waterside scene irl 💕💕

Wench: I swear, we're gonna find out later that you've actually watched this entire show through gif form.  It's just two seasons of the Leonardo DiCaprio pointing meme

Jezebel: The “not” date was adorable, but, also, I’m sorry Logan…  if that chicken sat in the oven (while it was off) long enough to have cooked fully…. She’s spoiled.  Manticore ain’t gonna be able to get Max if she dies from Salmonella

Wench: lkasjdf

Jezebel: And then its all thwarted by pre-Zachinator ‘cause he nneeeeedsss Max

Wench: Ugh. Like... it'd be different (maybe) if they were in different units, but, as it is. No. She and Zach are too fraternal to be anything but incestuous. It's about the vibes and theirs are. nop.

Jezebel: And, of course, anything for Zach. So I got a good heaping taste of the Max I hear so much about 

Wench: This is true!  You get proof @witchy-writer-lady and I aren't insane!

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣

Wench: Thoughts on their... *cough cough* dynamic?

Jezebel: Yes.  EW.  And that’s it!  That’s the thought. 

Wench: And that’s all for midpoint!

– – –

[Once again, btw.  WHAT IS IT WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS GETTING TO LOOK DISHEVELED]  🤣🤣🤣 This is fair

The flashback thing tho

[“It’s been a long time since I let my guard down long enough to sleep”  Buddy, you slept for two seconds wtf you mean]

Sooo i thought he was just a physical therapist  [I think he is?]  Oh.  He sometimes seems to be more  [alksjdf idk for sure, sorry]

Also, buddy has horrible timing

[Poor Logan, competing with his brother-in-law for romantic attentions... betcha he never expected to have to deal with that]

The cane looming in the background like the serial killer, scary music and all

Twassss a set up

[Real subtle there, undercover guy]  Yeah, lol… Like y’all know they’re senses are heightened

The doctor’s alive!  You dog!

[Y'all.  Why are you sending Ordinaries after two transgenics alsdkjf  They're begging to get their asses kicked]  🤣🤣🤣🤣

[Zach looking over at Logan like "shit, he's got his legs back; now I've got no chance!"]  Zach’s like oh hello  [Oh, shit, "no chance" with which one?!!? Askdjf] 🤣🤣 [See, normally, I’d make a joke about “Logan has two hands” but the incest is keeping me from being able to]  ☠️☠️☠️ True.  Solution: Alec’s gonna come and he’s gonna be like… Welp, I’ve run out of hands… sorry, Zach.

☠️☠️  [The bitchiness is a family trait]

Poor Logan   [I knowwww.  But at least she apologized this time]

[Oh, no, not Normal's excessive patriotism showing up already]  ☠️☠️☠️  He called him a weenie

Sir, you don’t get to call them your kids, you bastaddd.  Lintlicker!

[Um, I'm sorry, that does not qualify as hair that looks "like she hasn't cut it since we escaped" aslkdfj]  🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Very true  [I swear that looked, like.  Shoulder-length]  Maybe it grows slow

[Okay, a little past shoulder length, but still.  Not nine years or whatever]

Does she die?  [Not answeringgggg]

Lintlicker’s Angels over here

Long gaze

[I find it kinda funny that her s2 mantra is "don't lose track of your family because I did and I regretted it ever since" and yet she legit Does Not Stay With Them despite many opportunities to do so]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Your “kids”

[Be concerned about this committee btw.  And about who this "she" is]  Ooooof  [They're not talking about executing the order]

[Um.  "She looks just like I remembered"  BITCH WOT.  Y'ALL WERE NINE]

That. Was.  *sigh*  Really adorable  [I knowwwww]

[She's kinda clueless missing that tbh.  Thought she was a supersoldier with keen senses alkdsjf]  Right  [How tf are you missing this]  Like… Ma’am  [THE VEIN IN HIS FACE IS HIGHLY VISIBLE]  *sigh*

Oooooop let me go talk in circles  [Not the monologues aksdjf]  On the skyscraper

[“Maybe it’s something in the way I’m made or something”  IT'S NOT IN THE WAY YOU'RE MADE, MA'AM, IT'S YOU!  YOU SUCK]  🤣🤣🤣🤣

– – – 

Jezebel: The ending had less happen then the beginning.  Minus the rescue, but like… We should have met the sister way sooner.  That was so rushed.  Like oooop here’s a new sibling!  Who you shall see for .05 secs!  Then she’s off to Canada!

Wench: Accurate assessment

Jezebel: But poor Logan

Wench: You're starting to see the Big Drama btw

Jezebel: Back to candle lit transfusions

Wench: Nom: dinner-I mean, what?

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣

Wench: Also, Max looking so annoyed at him was so funny.  Like, ma'am, he is literally holding onto the counter for dear life to stay upright.  And you're bitchy about him not letting you stay for salad.

Jezebel: I KNOW!  And like after the cute little see for yourself, why would he just switch up like that???  Ma’am.  How can you be so genetically enhanced.  And so stupid.  At the same time?

Wench: And it's not even answering nature vs nurture because they "nurtured" the observant side of her but clearly that paid zero dividends lakdsjf

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Wench: Max legit just goes: yeah, no, nature and nurture have got nothing on my particular brand of sheer stupidity #girlpower

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣 I just don’t understand

Wench: You haven't even met Alec yet *sigh*  He puts her so far to shame.  ALSO.  To be fair!  s2 has a whole host of different transgenics and they're literally all better than Max.  Joshua is amazing, Mole is great, and BIGGS.  I love Biggs.  He's in one episode but he and Alec have chef's kiss camaraderie.  

Jezebel: Also!  For my final point of the reaction: that is not how you look at your sister.  And done!

#dark angel #dark angel reactions #reactions #episode reactions #s01e13 #the kidz are aiight #max guevara #logan cale #jezebel (pr)

[mlwritersguild]

The Sycamore, by @halcyyonn

AO3 link; Bridgette/Félix (Miraculous Ladybug PV), flipped au, Flipped (2010), Alternate Universe

Summary:

Of all the things that could have happened, Bridgette Dupain-Cheng living across from him might just be the worst.

OR

The Flipped (2010) AU I've been thinking about writing since I first saw the movie.

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Of all the things that could have happened, Bridgette Dupain-Cheng living across from him might just be the worst. His family had only just moved in, and the moving van had barely rumbled to a stop before she appeared, trying to offer her help. She didn’t seem to notice that his father did not at all want her help, no matter how many times it was hinted that she should leave. To make matters worse, she kept trying to move all of his stuff, and she kept staring at him. It was horrible.

He thought that his chance to escape would come when his father nodded at him to help his mother, but she just followed him! Just as he was about to make it inside and slam the door in her face, his mother appeared. Of course, she didn’t know how annoying this girl was, so she asked for the girl’s name. “My name is Bridgette Dupain-Cheng. We live across the street!”

Fortunately, she was called back across the street and disappeared. Felix thought he would be free of her, but he wouldn’t be so lucky.

For the next six years, Bridgette kept following him around, trying to be friends with him. Even worse, she had a crush on him that she wouldn’t hide, no matter what. He had even caught her smelling him once, but nothing was discouraging her. Felix put all of his effort into avoiding her, but nothing worked. She didn’t get the message, just like she couldn’t take hints when he first moved in. 

She didn’t even care that her being weird was starting to affect his reputation. As if the sniffing incident wasn’t bad enough, she spent all her time up that stupid sycamore tree. Every morning, without fail, she would be up in the branches, narrating the bus's journey towards them. As if anyone cared. But she didn’t take any notice of the world around her, like it didn’t matter, even though it definitely did.

She finally backed off when he started dating Lila Rossi, but even that didn’t last. Especially when Lila found out that he was only dating her to keep Bridgette away, not because he actually liked her. Felix’s cheek still hurt from where she had slapped him before dumping him. That was the green light Bridgette had been waiting for, because she had returned to her usual annoying behaviour almost immediately after. She just wouldn’t leave him alone, and he was sick of it.

Then, her tree was cut down. The sycamore had been deemed a hazard and the council arrived to cut it down. Bridgette had perched herself in the tree, begging for it to be saved, but it was no use. The tree had to go. Despite Bridgette calling out to everyone, and to him especially, they all got on the bus, leaving her behind.

She didn’t come to school for a while after that, and even then, she was different. She stopped following him around, but now she was the one avoiding him. Surely, she wasn’t mad that he hadn’t tried to help her save the sycamore tree. It wasn’t even her tree!

And if he felt a little bit guilty, he wasn’t going to tell anyone. He would never hear the end of it.

He also wasn’t planning on telling anyone that he felt guilty about throwing her eggs away. His father was right; what if there was a chicken in one of them, or salmonella? Everyone could see what her house looked like, clear as day. Those eggs were a health hazard. 

It had nothing to do with the fact that her chickens had won first place in the science fair, even though she only won because they hatched when the judges were at her table. It was an unfair victory.

After throwing dozens of eggs away, Bridgette finally caught him. And it was right in the middle of another of her egg deliveries. She had demanded to know why he would throw perfectly good eggs away, yelling about how other neighbours paid for those eggs, but he couldn’t bring himself to say that he didn’t want to disappoint her by giving them back. He wished he had just given them back because watching her march back across the road was so much worse than her disappointment. 

He saw her even less at school, as if she was going out of her way to avoid him now. If he thought the aftermath of the sycamore tree was bad, this was so much worse. But he shouldn’t be complaining because this was what he had wanted ever since she appeared in the back of his moving truck. He had peace and quiet, yet it didn’t feel like a victory. It wouldn’t have even happened if she had just stayed away all those years ago, but no! She just couldn’t stop herself from being weird. And now, she had finally gotten the message, taken the hint, whatever. This is how everything should be.

Felix’s new, Bridgette-free, life continued for a while until he came home one day and saw his own grandfather helping in her family’s garden. He was laughing with Bridgette as they replanted flowers and pruned hedges, talking more to her in a few minutes than he had spoken to his family in the months he had lived with them. Why was this happening to him?

When his grandfather had asked him about Bridgette a while ago, he hadn’t thought anything of it. The story about her protesting the removal of the sycamore tree had made it to the papers, and his grandfather had asked about her. Felix said they had been in some of the same classes but left out the part about avoiding her. He had assumed that everyone knew how annoying Bridgette was by now, but his grandfather talked about inviting her over, as if associating with Bridgette Dupain-Cheng was anything other than a bad idea.

Yet, his grandfather was standing in the Dupain-Cheng garden, associating with Bridgette. And he was doing their yard work, probably for free! It wasn’t their job to fix someone else’s house, especially when they weren’t doing it themselves. Why was his grandfather going out of his way to help them?

He tried to say that to his grandfather but had gotten a lecture about not judging other people and being a good neighbour. Was it really so much to ask for that Bridgette stayed out of his life, just for a little while? Felix didn’t think he was asking for much, but even when she was avoiding him, he would hear about her and her family. One evening, his grandfather had even talked about how the Dupain-Cheng’s landlord was supposed to look after the gardens but didn’t and had talked about Bridgette’s uncle. All of it made Felix feel a little bad for being so rude to Bridgette for so long, especially about the eggs. He decided he was going to be nicer to her at school from now on. 

But, of course, it didn’t work out. Bridgette overheard him talking to one of his friends about her family. She told him about it when her family came over for dinner but didn’t say anything else about it. It seemed like the crush that she had on him for six years had vanished, leaving only indifference in its place. 

And that hurt more than Felix wanted to admit.

Bridgette’s indifference continued all the way up to the Basket Boy auctions. Felix had been selected as Basket Boy, and while he would normally have complained, he had heard that Bridgette had a lot of money with her, and he hoped that she would bid to spend time with him. 

But she didn’t. While he stood on stage with his basket of food, wearing a suit and feeling like an idiot, she bid on someone else. And won. Which meant that she wasn’t even going to bid on him. 

Even worse, Lila Rossi won his auction, which meant he was stuck with her for an entire lunch. A year ago, he would have been happy to have lunch with the most popular girl in their school, but now, she didn’t compare to Bridgette. What was wrong with him?

And now, here he was, sitting across from the most popular girl in school and wishing he was a few tables away, sitting across from Bridgette. She was laughing at something the boy in front of her had said, and Felix wished he was the one that made her laugh.

He stood up and walked over to her. “Bridgette. I need to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Please?”

Bridgette looked at him for a moment, considering her options, before looking at the boy she was sitting across from. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Felix led her away from the table, trying to think of what to say. There were so many words spiralling around in his head that he didn’t know where to start, so did the dumbest thing he could have done in that situation. He tried to kiss Bridget Dupain-Cheng. 

She leapt away from him, shocked. “What on earth are you doing?”

Before he could say anything, she ran out of the cafeteria as everyone watched in silence. He tried to follow her but was stopped near the bike racks by one of his friends. “Why would you try to kiss that weirdo?”

“I don’t think we need to be friends anymore.” Felix turned to keep running after Bridgette, but she was already gone, disappearing around the corner on her bike.

After school, Felix tried to go over to see Bridgette, but her mother said she wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want to see anyone. Determined, he walked around the side of the house to where he knew Bridgette’s window was and tried to apologise, but she ignored him.

Whenever he got the chance, Felix tried to apologise. He went over to her house, he called, he sent letters. But he didn’t hear from her. Eventually, she must have gotten sick of him constantly trying to speak to her because she yelled at him to stay away from her, talking about how he was less than the sum of his parts, whatever that meant. Finally getting the hint, Felix decided to try something else.

A few days later, he was digging a hole in the Dupain-Cheng yard when Bridgette stormed out. She started yelling that she told him to leave her alone before realising what he was holding.

“Is that…”

“A sycamore tree. Do you want to help plant it?”

“Sure.”

And that was it. He and Bridgette planted the tree, kneeling side by side in the dirt, and all he could think about was how much his feelings had flipped since she first appeared in the back of that moving van. 

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