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mileawrites · 3 years

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Baby

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Warnings: some angst in the beginning I guess, fluff, proof read but mistakes could still be there

Summary: Oh for her he would do whatever. He is whipped. The question is if she is as whipped as him.

Inspiration: a freaking Justin Bieber Song called Baby, technically I got the inspiration from a girl singing the bold lines in this work, I do not have the Tik Tok saved though

Word count: about 2.500 (whoopsie)

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A week ago:

Oh for you I would have done whatever and I just can‘t believe we ain‘t together

Bucky watched her from the kitchen as she talked about something to Natasha and Wanda that excited her. Her whole face lit up and her eyes had that sparkle in them that always appeared when she was excited or simply just happy.

With his super soldier hearing he would have probably heard what she talked about but he was to distracted from how happy she looked. It suited her. Happiness. Bucky would do anything for her to make sure she stays happy. If she had a bad day though, which sometimes is just inevitable, he will make sure to cheer her up. Like watching her favorite movie in pajamas and a ton of snacks with hot cocoa and tiny marshmallows, or a walk in the park at the ass crack of dawn. In any way possible and even if it is embarrassing. He didn‘t care. It didn‘t even matter that Sam would always call him whipped afterwards. He was totally whipped and he knew it. Despite always rolling his eyes so hard they may get stuck in his head and muttering a „Shut up“, there was simply no denying his feelings for this certain girl.

Maybe there are some feeling involved on her part. He was never really sure. Bucky has his insecurities and one definitely was not being sure if he was good for her. Nightmares still disturbing his sleep on many nights. His left arm, although he was more sure of it now because it was not what Hydra once so carelessly put on him. His arm now, it was gifted from Wakanda. Black and gold not silver with a red star and made to help people instead of killing them while being brainwashed. It still made him insecure sometimes. The scars that covered his body that reminded him of his past. He technically knew that she did not mind his arm or his scars. Neither are the nightmares bothering her because if they would she would not help him calm down from the disturbing dreams on so many nights. He has a nightmare, she is there for him. One of the reasons he started to fall for her. Technically he was aware that she would not mind all of these insecurities but it seems like Buckys brain likes to torture him sometimes as if it could not let go from the 70 years of being put into a blender and tortured.

Bucky sometimes heard her heartbeat pick up when being near her or her pupils dilating when they are talking. Signs that she could at least harbor a crush on Bucky. If it would be the 40s he would have already made a move. Something is always stopping him though although he could see some signs of her liking him back. Should that be the case then he simply could not believe they weren‘t together yet. Both being to shy to do something about it.

„Hey Bucky are you with me?“ Sam snapped his fingers infront of Buckys face which he slapped away. „I just told you about the cute girl in the coffee shop“, Sam slightly pushed Buckys shoulder to gain the soldiers attention.

„I absolutely did not pay attention.“ Immediately Sam started to grin and followed Buckys line of view. „Why don‘t you just ask her out? I could be too late soon enough.“ Bucky never snapped his head so fast into Sams direction, for a moment you could think it might have broke. „What do you mean“, the soldier tried to keep his voice from trembling but that did not really work. The Falcon just shrugged his shoulders. „You are whipped. Take a chance before it is too late Buck.“ Bucky rolled his eyes. „First, it‘s Bucky and second, what do you know that I don‘t?“

Slowly the brown haired man started to loose his cool. Could it really be over before anything started? He did not want to miss her in his life. Bucky wasn‘t to sure he would be able to handle a friendship while having to watch the women he liked being in love and happy with someone else. Sam kept his grin on his face.

„I might do.“ With that he left and Bucky was still standing in the kitchen with a sad puppy dog face. He started to drift off in his mind that he did not even notice the girls where not in the living room anymore. Was he too late?

Four days ago:

A week passed and Bucky did not do anything about his feelings for her. Everytime he tried to talk to Y/N about his feelings or a possible date with him, he either stumbled over his words or got interrupted.

When he wanted to ask you on a date it went like this:

„Friday do you know where Y/N is?“ The AI answered immediately, telling him that she is in the kitchen. Bucky thanked Friday, still finding it slightly weird talking to something he could not see.

The 21st century was something he could not have imagined in the slightest back in the day, eventhough he was very interested in what the future technology could bring. Granted this century did not have flying cars like they expected in the 40s but having an artificial intelligence that helps you out is quite fascinating.

Bucky walked int the kitchen and saw Y/N making herself a coffee.

„Oh, hey Buck.“ „Hi Y/N.“ „You want a cup?“ He shook his head no. „No, thank you. I wanted to tell you something though.“

Bucky could not be bothered enough to look around and see NAT making her way into the kitchen.

„Sure what’s up? Are you okay?“ Y/N started to worry slightly. It did sound kind of serious. Bucky noticed her worry and started to smile. She was concerned about him. One more reason to like her. He knows at least that Y/N cares about him.

„Yes don’t worry. I just wanted to“, he stopped talking and started to blush slightly.

Since when did Bucky blush? That never happened in the 40s.

He takes a deep breath, looking into Y/N eyes. A beautiful e/c. He could stare into them for hours as cheesy as it sounds especially with that sparkle they held just now. Y/Ns pupils are dilated.

„I wanted to tell you that-“

„Sorry for interrupting Bucky but I need to make Y/N ready for her date.“

He felt like his heart stopped. So Sam was right but soon definitely was too soon. His shoulders started to slump and he looked away from Y/N.

Nat eyed him and hid a smile. Of course she knew what Bucky and Y/N felt for each other. She would not be a good spy if she wouldn‘t notice her friends looking earth other with heart eyes or how their body language changes when they are around each other. Both were shy though. Therefore Wanda and her planned to get either of them to make a move. Their plan to make Y/N go on dates and let Bucky know may be a little mean but they have three outcomes here.

First, Y/N makes a move because she finally admits that it doesn’t matter on how many dates she goes, neither can compare to a certain blue eyed soldier.

Secon, Bucky realizes that he does not want the young woman to date anyone else an finally finds the courage to say something about his feelings for her.

Third, he one hopefully doesn’t happen, is that neither of them is telling the other what they are feeling and both are going to be sad and unhappy for the rest of their lives. A little bit exaggerated but they need to realize this.

Y/N smiled at Bucky, her eyes sparkling less. „What did you want to say Buck?“ Ignoring Nat for a second.

He looked at Y/N for a split second. Bucky shook his head slightly and runs a hand through his brown hair. „Forget it. Have fun with your date.“ He smiled lightly and left.

Y/N called after him but he did not turn around. She was even more concerned now. What did he want to tell her? Why did he seem so sad now?

„Maybe this date is not a good idea Nat?“

The spy shook her head. „Nonsense. Let’s go.“ Y/N got ushered out of the kitchen into the direction of her own room.

„I‘ll go get Wanda.“ Nat disappeared and Y/N sat down on her bed.

She kept thinking about Bucky. Hopefully he was okay. Did he have nightmares again? No that they ever fully stopped. The h/c woman made a mental note to ask Bucky if he would like to have one of their movie nights. The ones without the team. Just them two. She liked being alone with Bucky, cuddled up to him while watching some movies. Cuddles with Bucky is not something that you could take for granted. When the sergeant came first to the compound he did not let anyone apart from Steve get close to him or touch him even though he was touch starved. Y/N slowly but surely showed him she is not going to hurt him and would you look at that, he opened up and they got close especially during movie nights. With the team it took Bucky a little bit longer to get used to touches but to Y/Ns he got comfortable quite fast.

The door opened and Nat, followed by Wanda, entered.

„Are you excited“, Wanda asked.

Y/N took a second to think. Well, it is someone she does not know. Nat set her up with him and meeting new people always sparks her anxiety. She shrugged her shoulders and sighed. „I am not to sure about it.“

The other girls shared a look that Y/N did not see. „Well-“ Wanda started but Y/N was starting to get lost in her head, thinking about the ex-assasin.

Yesterday:

And I wanna play it cool but I’m loosing you

Three days later and Bucky was still sad that his chance with Y/N might have slipped through his ingers. He did not ask about the date she had, afraid she actually enjoyed being with the other guy. Not that she did not deserve it but he wanted her. Badly.

the soldier was sitting in the Irving room trying to read a book Steve recommended. Yesterday Steve told him to just talk to Y/N. It may not be as bad as Bucky made it out to be. The man did not take his friends advice. But fate had another plan.

„Hey pretty boy.“ Bucky looked up and saw Y/N entering the living room. Immediately he started to smile.

„Doll“, he greeted her.

„What are you doing?“ She sat next to him.

„Reading.“ „Obviously. Do you maybe want to stop reading and watch a movie with me?“ She gave her best puppy dog look.

Bucky stared at her, getting lost in her eyes for a second. As if he could ever say no to her. Something stopped him though, remembering a conversation he heard his morning. Bucky sears he was not eavesdropping, he just overheard a conversation between the Black Widow and Scarlett Witch.

He got that sad look in his eyes again, something Y/N noticed immediately. „Don‘t you have a date today?“

The woman looked at him surprised, wondering how he knew. „I canceled the date Buck.“

And suddenly Bucky felt mor alive than ever. She what? Why did she cancel? „Why?“

„I wanted to hand out with you pretty boy. We haven’t in a whil and I miss you.“ She started to slightly lean into the soldiers body. „You do?“ Bucky never saw anyone nod their head yes that hard.

„Of course. You are important to me.“ The 100 something year olds heart skipped a beat. Luckily his body had the serum to not make hi have a heart attack.

Time to be honest. To take his chance. „I honestly thought I was loosing you, doll.“ Confused Y/N looked at him and took his metal arm. „We haven’t hung out in a while and maybe that’s alsokind of my fault but you were going on dates and I tried playing it cool but I am so not cool with it? I kind of feel like I am loosing you.“

The sergeant didn’t think Y/Ns e/c eyes could sparkle even more. She had a smile on her beautiful face.

„No.“ „No?“ The woman shook her head. „You are not loosing me and I am not dating anyone.“

Now it was the soldiers turn to be confused and he interlaced his fingers with hers. He loved that she took his left arm, no being afraid at all.

„But the dates you went on?“

She put her free hand on his face and he leaned into her hand. Suddenly overcoming with the courage to tell Bucky her feelings for him. This is it. Her heart is beating so fast she is afraid it might jump out of her chest. Also, her hand started to sweat slightly.

„Neither of them are you. Nat and Wanda set me up with them. You are not loosing me Bucky. You always have me, if you want me.“

Now his eyes started to sparkle the second he registered Y/Ns words. Blue eyes looking so light and full of love and admiration, mirroring the eyes of the woman infront of him. Slowly his whole face lights up. Bucky brings their interlaced hands to his face and kisses her Nuckels.

„Of course I want you. You have me, doll.“

Slowly they start to lean in and softly their lips meet. A kiss that was long overdue. It is filled with love and gentleness.

„Finally, oh my god.“ Nats voice startled the pair and made them break the kiss.

Wanda and Nat were standing in the living room, grinning at them both. Steve, Sam and Tony also appeared.

„Why are you two smiling like idiots“, Tony asked.

„Nats and mine plan worked.“ The attention was suddenly on Bucky an Y/N. Still with interlaced fingers and Y/Ns hand on Buckys face. the newly couple looking confused.

„Plan?“ Y/N and Bucky spoke at the same time, laughing lightly when they noticed.

„Yes. These two made you, Y/N go on dates. So either one of you confesses their feelings for the other. Apparently it worked.“

„You knew Steve?“ Bucky looked at his childhood friend. „I was in on the plan.“

„It was exhausting to watch the both of you pinning over the other and neither doing anything“, Sam said.

„Your welcome“, Wanda and Nat spoke, smiled, turned around and left.

Wanda quickly adding while walking that she wants to be one of the bridesmaids at their wedding and Nat agreeing. The guys went for the kitchen.

Today:

Bucky and Y/N walked through the Central Park. It was a little before 6 am.

„You like getting up early, Doll.“ „It‘s nice and quiet early. We could always sleep more afterwards.“

Bucky kissed her cheek and put an arm around her as they kept walking. It was quiet. Y/N was right and he loved it as well. Sleep be damned if he could spent his time with his best girl.

Oh for you I will do whatever and I just can‘t believe we are together

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Authors note:

So, this is the first piece I have written in a long time. I am not to sure about it but I just liked writing it.

Feedback is appreciated as long as you are not being mean. Tell me what you think if you read this. :)

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thorin-is-a-cuddler · 4 years

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Backrow shenanigans and front seat bonding

A/N: What even is this? It is a mix of emotions I’m having for the Umbrella Academy siblings. Bear with me... just a little.

The Umbrella Academy is driving in a car and shenanigans ensue. Set in Season 2, but in absolutely no particular scene. I’m getting Avengers 2012 vibes from these Umbrella Academy fanfics you too??

Vanya and Diego were in the front seats as the gang made their way to Elliot’s house. They hadn’t been together like this in so long it nearly felt unnatural.

Diego couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but he felt like something was different about Vanya now. And probably also about himself. Gathered like this, with all of his siblings, the changes got more evident. None of them were still the same as they had been during their first doomsday.

He was surprised when he felt a rush of warmth inside of his belly as he looked over his shoulder. There was Luther who had over the past weeks become much more of a brother to Diego than he had been in a long while. There was Allison who was even more annoying than she’d already been. There was Five who seemed to always be on a mission to safe his family. There was Klaus who was... Klaus. A very reliable character. And then there was Vanya.

And Vanya was surprising Diego more than any of them.

When she looked at him from the driver’s seat with a big smile, he realized that all he really wanted was to protect her, keep her safe. His chest was very eager to get puffed out while something like a big brother instinct took over. He slightly shook his head at himself, but was able to huff gently at Vanya’s smile and give her a small one of his own.

Vanya furrowed her brows with a laugh and looked from the street to Diego and back. “You okay, Diego?”

A little embarrassed due to the curious heads that immediately leaned closer to the front from the backseats, Diego slid down in his seat a little and put a hand on his forehead. “Yeah, sure. All good.”

Vanya scoffed with amusement and started fumbling around with the radio station. “Maybe a little music?”

“Oh, yes, music!” Klaus exclaimed, clapping his hands and making Allison laugh as he started bumping his hip against hers.

Luther groaned and looked out of the window. “But nothing that Klaus can sing along to.”

“Ex-a-cuse me!” Klaus turned around and meaningfully looked at his brother who was hunched in the storage room of the car. “I can sing along to aaanything.”

“Then no music, please!” Luther called to Vanya who was just about to find a good frequency. Klaus was waving his hands around in front of Luther‘s face, acting like he was going to slap him. His brother didn‘t seem very impressed by that.

„Oh, really?“ Vanya exclaimed disappointedly. „But this is a classic, Luther!!“ She eagerly turned the music up and started shaking her shoulders around and lip-synchronizing the cheerful words of the Beatles.

Oh, please, say to me, you‘ll let me be your man!

Oh, please, say to me, you‘ll let me hold your hand!

„I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAAAAAND!! I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAAND!!!“ Klaus shrieked extra annoyingly, making Five cover his ears in distress.

Vanya almost doubled over from her sudden urge to laugh and Allison joined in the horrible singing with Klaus, despite actually having a beautiful singing voice.

Luther‘s face in the rearview mirror made even Diego crack a smile.

„Vanya... please...“ The strongest of the seven (Ben was chilling right next to him, hi Ben) members of the Umbrella Academy said in a desperate tone.

„Sorry, what? I can‘t hear you!“ Vanya grinned into the rearview mirror as she turned up the volume of the music even more.

Diego chuckled into his palm, pushing his temple against the window and glancing at Vanya with yet again surprised amusement.

Klaus took this as his cue to turn around and screech extra wildly into Luther‘s face.

„YOU SOUND LIKE A STRANGLED COCK!“ Luther yelled and actually made to grab for Klaus‘ throat, but his fingers barely stroked the skin around his neck, leading to Klaus pulling up his shoulders to his ears and giggling squeakily.

„Oh no, no! That tickles!“

„Well maybe this will shut you up!“ Luther threatened with a sudden sinister grin as he leaned over Klaus‘ seat and wiggled his fingers into the unprotected ribs of his skinny brother.

Klaus lost all artificial idiocy immediately, pulled his elbows to his sides to cover his ticklish spots and sank into his seat as giddy laughter took over him.

„NonononOHAHAA!! QUIHIIHIT IHIHIT!! GAHAHAHA NOHOT THAHAAT!!!“ He started kicking out his legs uncontrollably making Five hiss as his knee got hit quite harshly, before Allison managed to grab the legs and pinned them to her lap to keep his flailing from causing any further harm.

„Is this screeching better than before?“ Five yelled, putting his head up on his hand to look out of the window and acted like all that nonsense didn‘t concern him. There was a smirk on his features though.

“Is anyone going to mention that Luther just said ‘strangled cock’?” Vanya asked in Diego’s direction, making him snort with laughter instantly. The two of them were only capable to seize their laughing fit when Vanya almost drove them off the road.

„NOHOHOHO ALLISON!! NOHOHO NEEEHEHED FOR THAT!!!“ Klaus exclaimed, sniffing traitor potential in the air as Allison‘s nails slightly started skittering over his kneecaps.

„I’m just protecting you from hurting yourself, sweetie!“ Allison cooed while circling his knees with her index fingers. „No need to be so modest!“

Vanya laughed out loud at that again, because if there was one thing in the world that didn‘t define Klaus, it was the word „modesty“. Diego grinned at her softly and shook his head at his siblings.

Luther was by now half in the back row as he leaned down to dig his fingertips mercilessly into Klaus‘ sides and ribs. He was wearing an unusually bright smile.

„DIEHEHEGOO HEHELP ME!!!“ Klaus squeaked at the top of his lungs when Luther managed to dig his thumbs into his hip bones despite his very desperate struggles to keep his hands away from there.

„You had it comin‘, Klaus.“ He simply stated and kept his gaze up front, the incessant laughter a much better frequency in his opinion than any radio channel.

Vanya looked at him now with a slightly unnerving playful smirk. He pulled his shoulders back and glared at her suspiciously. He was really trying not to smile too much, but that was hard with the backseat basically bursting from fun. (Except for Five, of course, who didn‘t interact, but also didn‘t intervene. He was just a happy bystander, whereas Ben was ravelling in Klaus‘ giggles even more than Diego was.)

„What are you lookin‘ at?“ He growled at her and was shocked at how lightly he had said that. Almost playfully. The hell. He wasn‘t that much of a playful fellow...

Vanya snickered at his reaction, her eyes so bright that Diego once again felt a a pang of affection for her in his chest. There were a lot of pangs in there right now. Pangs for Klaus and Allison, for Luther and Five and for Ben, too, because he could just imagine how happy this car ride must have been making him. So much affection wanted to bubble out of Diego and destroy his reputation - a reputation Diego believed he had - but he couldn’t quite let go of his defensive nature. Maybe he just needed a little push, a little nudge. And maybe Vanya was on the best way to deliver just that.

“PLEASE PLEASE I CAN’T HANDLE NO MORE PLEEHEHHEEASE!!” Klaus’ struggles were getting lesser and his wheezing laughter started to sound weaker. Even Luther was able to register when someone had had enough and therefore stopped his tickling hands, crossed his arms on top of Klaus’ backseat and took to looking down at him with a smug expression on his face.

“None of that, you big mean-o!” Klaus held a finger in Luther’s face and slowly started sitting up, groaning like he had aged years during that tickle attack. “I have seen rock bottom, but I keep getting up...”

“Even now, you can’t shut up for one second, can you?” Five groaned and buried his face in his hands, making Klaus chuckle good naturedly. He did look utterly stunning now. As if the tickling had worked like a magical refreshing means on him.

“Well, no, little Grandpops, I will not remain silent. Not after what I have just discovered.” He dramatically put his hands on his hips, taking in a deep breath.

“And what would that be?” Five asked rather sarcastically.

“Never trust nobody!” Klaus answered, his voice becoming a snarl as he turned towards Allison and quickly grabbed her sides with a need for ticklish revenge. His sister was lost to cheerful laughter in no time, trying to get rid of his hands by bending over and wrapping her arms around herself, but Klaus wasn’t easily shaken off.

“KLAUS NOOHOHO!! I BARELY TOUCHED YOU!!”

“Youuuuu siiideeed wiiiiith the enemyyyyYYY!!” Klaus spoke like an old wizard on a bridge, sneakily worming his hands under Allison’s elbows to get at her ticklish sides, keeping her in stitches. Luther made moon-eyes at them from the backseat while Five shook his head like he had given up on humanity - which he probably really had.

At the same time in the front seat: Diego was by now watching the backrow shenanigans in the rearview mirror with a fond smile on his face. That was until he met Vanya’s smug look in it which immediately seemed to make him lose all interest in the fun. He cleared his throat, looked away and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Just when he was certain that she would not say anything about his strange behavior, he felt a ticklish jolt run through his body from a spot just above his hip. He made a strangled noise and quickly pushed his elbow over the sensitive area where Vanya had poked him, a look of utter shock on his face. He saw Vanya’s mischievous smile and felt a giddy feeling rise in his stomach.

“Ey,” he whined with an audible grin on his face, “what did you do that for?”

“Lighten up, you big moron!” Vanya chuckled and punched him in the arm.

“Ow!!” Diego complained, his smile spreading on his face, a short snicker escaping him at the impact of Vanya’s fist.

“Just give me one of your prettiest smiles!” Vanya demanded with another nudge to his shoulder. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, all the while smiling and trying his best not to. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he wanted to at least give Vanya a hard time about it.

“Come oooon. Is that all you’ve got? I’m devastated!”

Diego huffed when Vanya’s fingers collided with his side again, trying to find a way through his defensive arms to get at some ticklish spot that would make him laugh like Klaus had. But Diego didn’t give her enough space for that and she was no match for his strength. Therefore she quickly had to change tactics.

In one swift motion, she wrapped her hand around Diego’s knee and started squeezing. And Diego had so not seen that coming. With a loud howl, he quickly bent over and tried his best to tear her hand away from his ticklish knee again, but she was very determined not to let go now.

“OH NO NO VANYA NO!! PL-PLEHEHHEASE!! JUST NOT THAT!!” Diego threw his head back against his seat and tried to keep Vanya’s hand away from him, but she was on him now, her hand finding the way to his stomach and tickling there and her hand finding a way to his ribs and tickling there too and Diego was lost to laughter now. Unstoppable laughter that kept coming, despite the pain that was rising in his stomach.

“Oh, you two as well now??” Five yelled as he looked over Diego’s seat to get a closer look at them, rolling his eyes and dropping his face in his palm.

“FIVE!! T-TELL HER TO LOOK UP FROHOOHONT!!” Diego cackled, tears of laughter coming to his eyes. “PLEHEHEASE!!”

“I’m looking up front just fine!” Vanya replied, the biggest smile on her face as she managed to bond with Diego in a way she had never been capable of before. How could Five have interrupted that moment for her? Easy. He just couldn’t.

Sighing about himself, he leaned forward between the two front seats, getting hit in the head by Allison’s flailing arms and almost knocked out by Diego’s twitching elbow, to grab for the volume on the radio.

“What did you say, Diego?” He repeated Vanya’s words from earlier as he turned up he music. “I cannot hear you!”

He sat back in his seat then, arms crossed in front of his chest and nodded to himself, quite pleased with just listening to the music around him.

Oh, yeah I, tell you something, I think you’ll understand.

When I say that something: I want to hold your hand.

I want to hold your hand.

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cuddlepilefics · 3 years

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8. The Grinch

Fandom: Stray Kids

Littles: Minho (4), Hyunjin (5), Felix (3)

Caregiver: Jeongin (M.), Seungmin (H.), Chan & Changbin (F.)

Chan’s POV.:

Having a week off to relax after the stress of producing our Christmas album, the three littles in our group decided to have a few days of little time. They tried to play by themselves as much as possible, not wanting to burden their caregivers as they were just as run down as the littles themselves. But as a caregiver myself, I didn‘t mind caring for them even though I was tired. Changbin and I have been Felix main caregivers ever since he came out as a little a few months ago. Although Jeongin was Minho‘s main caregiver and Seungmin took care of a regressed Hyunjin, we‘d all take care of the other littles as well, should they need us to.

The littles had regressed yesterday, immediately distancing themselves from us no matter how much we assured them that they weren‘t being a burden to us and that we‘d love to spend time with them. At the moment, the three had locked themselves in Minho‘s and Hyunjin‘s room and I could hear them talk in slightly higher voices than usual, muffled by the door. I sighed walking back to the living room where I found Changbin on the couch sipping his coffee. “Lixxie still doesn‘t want to see us?“, he guessed as he saw me returning alone. I gave him a sad smile while shaking my head and sat down next to him, running a hand through my hair. “Guys, has anyone seen Minho? We were cuddling last night but now he‘s gone as well as his teddy, that means he‘s little but I can‘t find him. What if he got lost or os in trouble?“, a clearly stressed Jeongin skidded into the living room, almost knocking over Seungmin who just wanted to grab himself some coffee. “Relax, Innie. All three are in Minho‘s and Hyunjin‘s room. Nobody got lost but I can‘t tell you whether they are in trouble or not because they won‘t open the door“, Changbin explained irritably, before getting up to dispose of his empty cup. He might not look like it on first sight but Changbin is a very caring and protective friend with a huge heart and he is especially soft for Felix. Not being able to be with our little was putting him on edge. “Yeah, I couldn‘t get back in when I returned from my shower earlier“, Seungmin stated taking a sip of his coffee, flinching as he burned his tongue. “Why don‘t they want to see us though?“, he frowned as he sat down next to me. “The way Lixxie put it, they feel like being egoistic for regressing. Saying it‘s our time off as well and we shouldn‘t have to spend it by taking care of them“, I rolled my eyes. “But that‘s stupid. There is no other way I‘d prefer to spend my time than by playing and cuddling my Minmin“, the maknae pouted biting into an apple afterwards.

“Good morning lovely family, did y’all miss me?“, Jisung yelled with a huge smile before plopping down at the table and shoving a heating spoonful of cereal into his mouth, making him look even more like a squirrel while he was chewing. “Not really, it was quiet for once“, Seungmin sassed earning a glare. “Chan-hyung, I‘m being bullied“, he whined with his mouth still full. “Sorry, I didn‘t understand a word like that, mind repeating after you swallowed?“, I teased before grabbing myself something to eat as well. I was worried our littles were missing their meal if they wouldn‘t come out of their room so I grabbed three strawberry yoghurts as well as three spoons and prepared a plate with apple slices which I all carried to their door placing it on the ground before knocking. “Lixxie, I brought the three of you some breakfast. It‘s right at the door so please eat something if you don‘t want to eat with the rest of us. There was no answer and I sighed, turning around to leave. When I was halfway down the hallway I could hear a quiet clicking noise. At least they had taken the food and were hopefully eating now. I wasn‘t as obvious as Changbin but being away from Felix, especially when he was little, stressed me out too.

When I returned to the living room I found the rest of my members in a dull mood, Jisung‘s smile having disappeared too, as the caregivers had told him what was going on right now. Jisung wasn‘t a caregiver to any of the littles but he was a very caring older brother who constantly showered them with love, watching them from time to time when one of us caregivers where busy. He didn‘t like them holing up and avoiding us so he immediately started brainstorming how we could lure them out of their room. The option to wait for them to become hungry was gone now that I had supplied them with food so we had to search for a new approach. “Hm, what do littles like…?“, he hummed more to himself than to us. “Oh, oh, I know, pillow forts and movies and cocoa and cookies and plushies“, he listed, getting more and more excited. Jeongin‘s face lit up immediately as he ran off to gather all the pillows and blankets from his and Jisung‘s shared room. I smirked at Changbin as we went to collect our pillows and blankets as well as a few plushies and coloring books Feilx had forgotten when dragging his little stuff to the other room. For the lack of access to his own room, Seungmin went to the kitchen to heat up a pot of milk, stirring in some chocolate and a dash of cinnamon.

Jisung had already started to turn the couch into a pillow fort, snatching the blankets from us right as we walked into the living room. If there was something Jisung was exceptionally good at besides rapping and singing, it was setting up pillow forts. It was a skill all the littles loved him for dearly. I went back to the locked door, knocking gently and listening to the hushed voices inside, debating whether they should answer me or not. “Cuties, I know that you heard me. Just wanted to tell you we‘re all hanging out in one of Jisung‘s pillow forts to watch a Christmas movie. We also have hot cocoa and cookies, so if you wanna join us you‘re very welcome. You know, a movie is always better with cuddles but I guess we could somehow survive without“, I informed them, making sure to sound as sad as I possibly could towards the end. I got no reaction so I went back to the living room, where Seungmin placed a few plates with different cookies onto the coffee table in the center of the pillow fort. The others looked at me expectantly as I returned alone and I smirked at them: “Just wait. They won’t be able to resist for too long.“

True to my words, we soon heard shuffling steps in the hall way but decided to pretend we didn‘t till I felt a shy tap on my shoulder. “Well hello there baby“, I whispered, gently pulling Felix into my lap. He giggled quietly, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. “Aww, I missed my sunshine sooo much“, Changbin smiled, wrapping his arms around Felix and me. When I looked up, I watched Hyunjin dig his toes into the carpet, facing the ground with a guilty expression. “Sorry, daddy for locking you out“, the oldest little mumbled, not daring to meet his caregiver‘s and roommate‘s eyes. Seungmin sighed tucking the messy strands of Hyunjin‘s long hair behind his ears. “I‘m not mad, sweetie. I was just sad and lonely because I missed you and you didn‘t want me there“ – “I-I want you. Was lonely too but daddy should have fun too. Don‘t want daddy be stuck with me“, the sensitive Hyunjin teared up a bit. “Shh, it‘s ok. We‘re both not lonely anymore now, are we? You know I always have fun when I‘m with you so I‘d be the luckiest person if you‘d stick by my side, princess“, he assured the little. Minho was shy about approaching his caregiver too but one look at the maknae‘s wide smile told him that he didn‘t have to be.

Finally being reunited, we got settled in the pillow fort. Jisung went to the kitchen to fill the littles‘ sippycups with hot cocoa before setting up his laptop to turn on Netflix. Changbin grabbed a cookie holding it next to Felix head and finally getting the youngest little to look up from my neck. Blushing a little, he took a bite of the cookie and giggled to himself before eating the rest. Hyunjin was munching on the treats as well while Minho lay with his head in Jeongin‘s lap, letting the maknae hold the sippy to his lips. I took a small plastic bowl, adding a few of each cookies so we wouldn‘t have to get up from our seated position. Felix was quick to take one of the cookies, choosing my favorite kind and holding it up to my mouth while giving me huge puppy-eyes. I thanked him smiling before opening my mouth so he could feed me. Changbin next to me cooed at the adorable action and the little craned his neck to find the source of the sound, giggling happily as he also picked up a cookie for the older rapper. I heard the quiet clicking of a camera and glared at Jisung who just replied: “We need some Christmas-pictures for the family foto-collection.“

The littles were all still in their pajamas but for a lazy-day like today that was a perfectly suitable outfit. After scrolling through Netflix, we settled for watching The Grinch (2000). Felix had moved from my lap to Changbin‘s stretching his legs over mine while happily sucking on the sippy, Changbin held out for him. The first few minutes of the movie were absolute bliss, till the grinch appeared for the first part, causing Felix to squeal and hide his face in Changbin‘s chest. I rubbed his leg comfortingly and looked over at the other littles‘ reactions. Minho was pressed against Jeongin, covering his eyes and Hyunjin was clutching Seungmin‘s arm tightly while pretending not to be scared. We offered to turn off the movie and try to find something else to watch multiple times but the littles were insistent that they are big boys and want to finish the movie, though we could all tell they were scared.

After having lunch, we continued the rest of the day in a similar fashion, afraid the littles would hide away again if we didn‘t. The three of them got tired pretty early in the evening, probably because the fought so hard to finish the movie, clinging as tightly to their caregivers as physically possible. We all said good night as we went to tuck our babies in. When I carried Felix to our room, Changbin had already pushed our beds together so Felix could lay between us. We often did this when Felix regressed. He was an adorable cuddlebug when he was big and even more so when he was little. Not wanting to miss out on cuddles, we too decided to call it a night early and just go to bed at Felix‘ bedtime. The three of us huddled together in bed seemed like utter bliss and despite not being tired, the warmth lulled me to sleep quickly.

The peace wasn’t to last for long though and I startled awake at the sounds of my baby‘s cries. Changbin as awake already, rocking the little in his arms and mouthing nightmare when our eyes met. I ran my hand over Felix‘ back, shushing him: “What‘s wrong, sweetie?“ – “B-bad dweam. L-Lixxie scawed“, he choked, clinging to Changbin‘s shirt. I sighed, knowing it was a bad idea to let them finish The Grinch. “It‘s ok, bub. You‘re save, we‘ll protect you“, I cooed. “Lixxie, sit with Dada for a while, ok? Binnie will make you some warm milk with honey to calm down“, the rapper promised, shifting the little into my arms and getting up after kissing his forehead. While Changbin went to the kitchen to fill Felix‘ bottle, I gently talked him down, making my Australian accent more prominent. When he had calmed down a bit, I picked him up and followed Changbin to the kitchen. There we found Seungmin, fixing Hyunjin a sippycup of vanilla milk while the little sat on the counter watching him. Hyunjin felt to big to use a bottle but wanted the comfort of warm milk so that‘s why they settled for a sippycup. I lifted Felix onto the counter next to him and the dancer quickly wrapped his arm around the younger. “Let me guess, nightmare?“, I asked. Seungmin nodded rubbing his face tiredly. “Don‘t be scared, Lixxie. Nothing can happen when we all stay together“, the dancer assured putting on his brave face in front of the younger. “Thanks Jinnie“, the freckled boy yawned.

When both drinks for the littles were heated up, Changbin carried Felix to the living room while Hyunjin being the big boy he is, walked himself, holding Seungmin‘s hand. Upon entering the living room, our eyes fell onto the couple laying in the pillow fort. Minho was curled up in Jeongin‘s arms, drinking from the bottle the maknae held to his lips, keeping his eyes closed. Jisung was the first to notice us, while he strung up fairylights all across the living room. “Seems like we‘re having a sleepover“, he laughed, plucking in the last fairylight, filling the room with dim, warm light as we all settled back into the pillow fort where we had already spent all day. While we fed the exhausted littles their bottles, stroking their backs soothingly, Jisung quietly hummed his version of Me after you. The first little to nod off was Minho, after mumbling a quiet “I love you, Innie“ into the maknae‘s shirt. Felix followed suit, having finished about two thirds of his bottle. Hyunjing was the last to go to sleep, placing his sippy down, he curled into Seungmin, telling his daddy he loved him and receiving kiss on the cheek in return. We caregivers wished each other and Jisung good night before we closed our eyes as well.

#fanfic #comfort #angst #christmas #little #little space #headspace #agere #skz #stray kids #cute

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scumfuckflowerboi · 3 years

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i practice distance by cutting my fingers short. blood drips on the blue carpet. i cut them a little shorter everyday, until i can‘t reach you anymore. i remember you saying that you can always hear my heart beating, even when i’m hundred miles away, so i lock my heart away. i don‘t want you to hear the miserable song my heart is singing right now. heartbreak is lurking in the streets tonight. he‘ll knock on my door, i‘ll open it up, he eats me alive. this happens all the time.

i don‘t know how to love you correctly. i‘m holding in waterfalls and butterfly corpses. you‘ll always love me more. i‘ll make sure it stays that way by practicing my distance. i‘ll make sure my heart won‘t be broken by anyone but myself ever again.

#i wish i was fucking normal so i could have normal relationships :)):):)):#mine

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marewriteblr · 5 years

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Traits And Quirks For Characters In Fantasy (list)

idk if I’m the only one, but when creating characters for my wips, I like to google lists of traits and quirks to give a bit more depth to them. and since I mostly write fantasy, I thought my characters deserved some more fantasy-related traits and quirks, so here’s a list of 150+ traits and quirks for characters in a fantasy setting!! hope it helps some of you too

has tattoos that keep changing

bad vision—takes magical potion to see clearly

addicted to magical food or drink

weird things happen when they laugh, sneeze, cough…

sees things that aren‘t there—or are they?

speaks in rhymes

has a wandering scar

has a wound that never stops bleeding

shows symptoms of a curse but pretends to not know how they got it

physical signs when lying, eg hair growing unnaturally fast

can summon any mythical creature easily

has a mythical creature for a pet

brings a slight breeze with them whenever they enter a room

was dead once

refuses to eat certain type of food for no specific reason as though it were amoral or inethical

obsession with a particular period in history

obsession with a magical creature/species

doesn‘t dance or make music because weird things happen

haunted by a ghost, their best companion

always has a candle lit (eg for their ghost companion)

can speak a mystery language only very few people understand

can turn the light of single stars on and off as they please

used to be part of a secret society

wears shoes with wings, no one knows if they actually work

can predict the future correctly for a ridiculous/bizarre reason

lives at court, no one knows why or where they came from but they let them stay

can only talk in questions or riddles

always seen reading spell books though they can‘t do magic

always seen reading books though they can‘t read. bonus if the reason for this is magical

tells everyone about the time they did something they‘ve certainly never done

tells everyone they used to be a dragon, is obviously lying

is actually blind, no one has noticed

never speaks, only talks to people telepathically, they’re used to it by now

has blood of unnatural colour, tells the weirdest stories of why that is—story changes every time

sacrificed 7 years of their life to magical creature who might claim them any minute

sacrificed a body part, determined to get it back

sacrificed their good looks

always learning spells by heart and seen using them the next day as though they’d prepared it for the occasion

has a secret identity, eg can do a certain type of magic and sneaks out to commit crimes/perform on stage/meet their companions…

keeps getting into trouble because people are convinced they have magic, but they don’t

belongs to a human/non-magical species but was kidnapped years ago and never went back

is actually a ghost

is immortal but doesn‘t know anything about history—can tell you all about the migration of dwarf antelopes on their continent throughout the centuries though

always corrects people on history/mythology facts with things they can‘t possibly know if they weren‘t there themselves

allergic to magic. bonus if they‘re a powerful wizard or deity

obsessed with knives and swords. you can fight them but they‘re more interested in the crafting of your blade

allergic to a certain spell and only that spell for no apparent reason

always has a certain item or food in their pocket in case they need to bribe a magical creature today

miscorrects others‘ pronunciation of spells and pronounces them wrong themselves (eg emphasis on wrong syllable)

talks in a fake elf accent to piss off elves

pretends to be a species they clearly aren’t judging by their appearance, and gets defensive when told so, calling people racist

gets themselves into trouble by trying to seduce nymphs when drunk. also an alcoholic

is cursed to never remember any names—has forgotten their real name a long time ago so no one can ever have that power over them

introduces themselves with a different name every time they meet someone

heavily worships an evil trickster god

ominously refers to themselves in third person

doesn‘t walk but jumps from roof to roof instead

predicts the future but is always horribly wrong

challenges people to a quest all the time

seems to know every person in the entire kingdom

seems to be enemies with every person in the entire kingdom

spends a lot of time in dimly-lit taverns seeking opponents for a strange board game

likes to look for bizarre monsters deep in the forest

talks to their dagger

talks too much during sword fights

gets involved in sword fights but only ever carries a paper sword with them

makes up crazy and hardly believable stories when asked about their past to hide their guilt

collects a particular type of item that can only be found on adventurous quests to dangerous places

has large horns on their head despite their species having no such thing, refuses to tell anyone why

never seen eating

never seen sleeping

takes every time anyone mentions something being hard or dangerous to do as a challenge to try it

wears an eyepatch solely for the looks of it

collects dangerous enchanted jewellery

random hissing

an excellent storyteller, like unnaturally excellent

politically involved and fights for giants‘ rights

has a finger that‘s mysteriously shorter than the others

is best friends with a demon

is nocturnal but loves sunlight

pretends to be completely resistant to pain

always sneaking around

has a tattoo that keeps dis- and reappearing

enchants people with their acting

has a wooden prosthesis

doesn‘t wear shoes

changes eye colour every day

wears gloves all the time and tells people it‘s for their safety

hears the trees talk to them

believes the apocalypse is near

pretends to be immortal

breaks into people‘s homes to steal food. no jewellery. only food

pins pressed flowers to their walls

believes that flowers grant wishes

has random visions of other people‘s pasts that aren‘t necessarily true but always get them into trouble

strongly believes in reincarnation

talks in a different accent every day

is convinced they are cursed

sees every minor conflict as a challenge to a sword fight

fights their battles using nothing but darts

is an archer and also blind or missing an arm

accidentally stabs themselves. a lot.

always carrying poison around „just in case“

is at fault for the fall of a mighty god

knows all about mythology

always up to date regarding drama and gossip between the gods

immediately scared they’re about to be cursed whenever someone raises their voice

still mourns over the death of a friend

whatever they touch breaks instantly

chews on their wand (definitely not a good idea)

always wears their hair tied up into a bun, is longer than rapunzel‘s when worn loose

brags they were good at picking locks but actually just hit it really hard until it breaks

accidental shapeshifting

still waiting for an ominous prophecy to foretell their destiny

makes weird/seemingly unnecessary bargains with strangers

has something slightly off about their appearance that makes people stop in their tracks to watch them

unhealthy obsession with cloaks

is a great fan of wizards. collects wands and hats like action figures

horses don‘t like them, they ride a wolf instead

sings the spells they use

constantly mumbling to themselves or someone others can‘t see

can duplicate themselves but can‘t do math so they‘re always a bit confused

has a leaf sticking to the back of their hand. don‘t ask them why

is a painter, travels very far to obtain a particular kind of paint

sketches their dreams in a book after they come to them at night

always seems to be charged with electricity

freckles on their cheeks dance when laughing or when light hits them

makes up prophecies and tells strangers about them

grows wings when high up due to fear of falling

gets arrested regularly for pranking nature spirits and deities

sneezes when using magic

insomniac, needs a particular spell or magical food/herb to fall asleep

magic makes them fall asleep (when they use it or when others use it nearby)

mixes the weirdest potions all day

can‘t eat spicy food, literally breathes fire

necromancy but only to revive their dead cat

turns the same colour of any food they eat

dreams of becoming a knight

horrible short term memory but can easily recite anything they read two centuries ago

makes their eye colour look white just to mess with people

can‘t remember spells for shit. says them incorrectly which always goes horribly wrong

terrible handwriting. bonus if they’re a messenger who has to send important letters on a daily, causing things to go very wrong

can correctly guess anyone‘s magical power on a scale from 1-10. is stupid enough to point it out aloud, too

wears cloaks that are way too long

carries a fake sword on their hip

carries way more weapons on them than necessary

uses their dagger as a toothpick

plays with dagger when thinking

supernaturally heavy sleeper

gets the different species mixed up a lot

tells everyone how many people they‘ve killed in their life

a die hard fan of a well-known assassin

a die hard fan of shakespeare‘s puck

desperately wants to be abducted by the fae

heavily affected by the phase of the moon

#this list will definitely be updated #but i thought i'd post it #since some might wanna use these #i certainly have already skskskk #writing resources #traits and quirks #characters #character development #worldbuilding #fantasy #top posts

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serendipetite · 3 years

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Hi Mina, I saw your post about Jimin and Namjoon and their friendship. Can you explain what bad time/year Jimin was going through? Or point me to a direction where I can read up on it? Since I‘m fairly new to BTS I have a lot of catching up to do. 😕 And the most important, may I invade your inbox and scream about our cutie Jimin? Sometimes I feel like I can‘t handle all his awesomeness all by myself. 😄💜

it was around 2015 to like 2017 i believe, but specifically around wings era. i’ll put more about it under the cut because this deals with mental health. all of this that i’m going to say is stuff he’s directly and openly/comfortably spoken about himself in his own words. there’s a line there when discussing their mental health of any of the members, but these are all things jimin has openly shared with us through vlives and his lyrics. bts has always been so vocal and candid about their own struggles and have such a desire to help others through their struggles as well. some fans take that as an opportunity to be hateful or invasive or use their struggles for headcanons, etc. or to try to discredit them. i just want to give a little preamble that what’s under the cut is strictly what jimin has chosen to share with us, and that it’s important to, when discussing those hard moments, also talk about his strength. please keep that in mind as you read on.

jimin has always struggled with body image issues but wings era was particularly bad. there’s been different translations about what went on at that time, but to prepare for comeback, jimin said he got “overly excited/enthusiastic” about dieting, and stopped eating. one translation said that he only ate one meal for ten days (as in just one meal, and then nothing for ten days), others have said that is a mistranslation and he ate one meal a day for ten days. whatever it was, it was bad enough for him to faint multiple times during practices and be very, very scary and dangerous. he’s said later he regrets doing that so much because of how dangerous it was, and went onto say he didn’t even lose as much weight as he thought he would (which, when your body gets to a certain point, things just stop. including weight loss. been there. it’s terrifying. and nothing i’d remotely encourage attempting).

his song “lie” is about his struggles with all this, and how it’s been an on-going issue for a long, long time. about how he’ll put on a brave face, but inside he’s feeling tortured by it all. the lyrics are haunting and as much as i love the song, i can’t always listen to it. it’s heartbreaking. i encourage you to look up the lyrics to see insight into what he was struggling with, and his thoughts through it all.

jimin opened up more about these things when he started talking about his song “promise.” he said promise initially started out as an angry song, scolding himself for doing what he did to himself. but he struggled a lot with it, saying it didn’t sound right and he wasn’t happy with it. it was taking him way longer than he thought and was frustrated.

then during their concert, they performed “answer: love myself” and there’s a video of jimin just crying during that and singing it with his whole heart. he later said that was the turning point, when he knew promise wasn’t supposed to be angry and scolding, but understanding and forgiving. so he turned to namjoon and the two of them worked through jimin’s emotions together to put them into the lyrics.

a lot of fans don’t like to speculate on mental health, and i totally agree speculation is a no-no. but jimin, like yoongi, is so very vocal and honest about all of it to us. he speaks very openly about what he’s struggled with. when you watch his vlives, you’ll hear he’s getting lots of questions about rather he’s eating, and he’ll answer and talk about his meals and say things like “you eat all your meals and i’ll eat all mine, deal?” last year during a vlive he was talking about how much he’s improved and openly said how good he’s doing and that he “hasn’t had any scary thoughts lately - no scary thoughts.” he is very candid in talking about his struggles and from my own experience, and what i’ve seen, a lot of fans that connect deeply with jimin deal with very similar things and find huge comfort and solace in him as well as understanding and support.

all the members were such rocks and anchors to him during that time. but namjoon was someone he could sit with in that hotel at night, and put his deepest struggles and thoughts into lyrics with. namjoon helped him navigate that, and in turn, namjoon has talked about how jimin has helped him navigate his own mental health struggles too. and i’m just so thankful to them all that jimin never has to face those “scary thoughts” (as he put it) alone. and absolutely you can always, always come cry with me over jimin - on or off anon, like this or through DMs, however you are comfortable. i love, love, love crying over how precious he is and how adorable and cute and brave and strong and beautiful and kind he is. he is my beacon through so, so many things and i adore him more than words can ever say. he is so many wonderful things and he makes me every day push myself to be a better, kinder person; and to love myself and accept myself as i am. while he’s struggled and while he’ll always struggle (those things never go away, it’s always an on going battle) he’s grown and found so much strength in himself. he went from never showing his face without makeup, to giggling about and pointing out his own pimples. he’s gone from trying to force himself to fit this image he felt he needed, to backing off from that and just letting himself be so purely himself without doubt or question. he let’s himself be silly and dorky in a way he’d previously never do. and all these things are so important when talking about jimin’s bad times and his struggles, it’s so important to also talk about how strength. because that boy has more strength in that tiny, tiny little pinky than anyone can even imagine.

so yes! please come cry with me over jimin and i hope this explains some things about what went down back then. thank you for messaging me and please feel free to come back and we can talk more <3

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thechampagnelovers · 3 years

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Cozy mystery? That sounds intriguing...

Okay honestly I am such a nerd too I love learning things like when I was younger my biggest wish were encyclopedias I am not even kidding hahaha. And I had this obsession with gemstones and minerals and I also got this huge book for it (plus I still have my collection) and I think this my favourite part about the internet? I mean it can be overwhelming at times but it just makes learning and just getting to know stuff so much better! It also gives people less excuse to be uneducated which... always a big yes. :)

This instagram thing freaks me the fuck out I stay as far away from it as I can. So, I am so happy I don‘t have Facebook. I used to have in 2012 and deleted it in 2013/14 and I never looked back. I have great respect for anyone who still uses it tbh.

I see where you‘re coming from with that argument. I also thought that him being this horrid and unlikeable character was what made the book so good? I mean obviously he is a... piece of garbage but the challenge is to see the world through his eyes and consciously know and understand exactly why you hate it and him so much. It made me confront myself on my principles.

I think I‘ll binge read it tonight, depending on how the album makes me feel and if I will be able to sleep asjskdk. Also you‘re fics aren‘t shitty. ✋🏾

Before I even try to answer the song question, here is some blog engagement:

I don‘t like how Olivia sings either on the track you are not alone. I don’t really know her in HSM, I should try, butttt yeah... I would like a cover though! Niall ascend!!

Also have you seen this awful Harry and Geoff rumour??? It won‘t leave my dash I am crying pleaseeeeeeee also the last sentence in that ask is haunting meee. Make it stop please I am begging. 😭

Okay I can‘t ignore it any longer: Absolutely agree on: Where Do Broken Hearts Go, Ready To Run, Fireproof, What A Feeling, AM, I would. Nooo they were all good choices. 😭😭 See what we are dealing with here? I am hopeless. 😭 I‘ll add a one favourite from every album, ready to feel sorry for all the other songs when I am done: Tell Me a Lie, She‘s Not Afraid, Right Now, Change Your Ticket, End of the Day. Oh god I hate this already. :((( P.S. Could it be that Four is your fave? Just getting that ~ vibe ~. x

Cozy mystery, I know, I hope I can live up to the expectations

Omg I love that sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 how cute is that? And yeah, I totally have to agree with you

I have Facebook bc of uni, there’s a big fb group about my university where I can find info and stuff, and ofc to buy books on marketplace skjdjdjd but besides that I don’t really use it

Yeah! Exactly! You said it perfectly! That’s the beauty of reading too, it challenges you to think and reevaluate your thoughts and it expands your mind. I love how much we just agree

I can’t wait for the album drop!! I’ve seen some songs leaked but I want to wait 😔😔 and thanks omg 🥺 if you read the fic pls send an ask, doesn’t matter what time is it

THANKS FOR AGREEING WITH ME SKJDSKJD everyone loved that song and I’m 😐 sjhdjdjd I only watched a few episodes of high school musical the musical the series but she’s a pretty good actress and she sings so pretty, and I was so excited to hear this song but.... no. girl. pls. The show is okay, it’s a glee and the office mix but pg13, so take that how you want. I do want a cover tho, because the lyrics are great!! I feel a little left out bc everyone seems to like the song :/

I haven’t seen it but I think I prefer it that way dkdjdjjdjd sometimes I’m soooo glad my dash is so curated

TELL ME A LIE IS THE BEST SONG FROM UAN SKDJDJ yes I agree, also she’s not afraid SLAPS! Right now is aooo cute 🥺and I love end of the day. The only song I have to disagree is change your ticket, I don’t like it a bit 😔😔 but besides that song, you’re correct four is my fav album, it’s just perfect

#beer nony #also someone asked me to tag your asks djjdsjjd ok so not everyone likes you then 😔#ask #personal

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mybodyfails · 5 years

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hi hi hiii. finally back home from berlin, caught a few zzz’s, still sleep deprived, but i’d do it again in a heartbeat!

i‘m gonna ~try to do bullet points here, but you know me... probably not gonna happen. sorry, you have to deal with my longwinded ramblings now, i‘m posting this mostly to remember it all for myself.

let me preface this with a quick disclaimer, these kind of events are usually not really for me, too awkward, too cringy, i’m shy as fuck and socially incompetent in general... but druck has had such an impact on my life, it was a no-brainer for me to go.

biggest shoutout to @lapalooz (with no access to her real tumblr, get on that!) for making the waiting time not only bearable but enjoyable with her engaging presence! aaand i’m pretty sure i wouldn‘t have made it to the meet&greet (aka hi&cry) if i didn‘t have the amazing @matteounterdruck by my side. thank you tina, so much!!! you really kept my spirits high and taught me how to release nervous energy through dancing! lmao ❤️❤️❤️

okay. let’s start at the beginning. the exhibition of and appreciation for all the fanart was one of my favourite things when we walked into that location. druck really said this show is as much about YOU as it is about US and just how lovely is that???

the q&a wasn‘t as bad as it could‘ve been... i just wish it would have been a bit longer though! they seemingly were prepared for the ‚why did amira‘s season end after 7 eps‘ question, but tua being honest and saying fuck yes, i wanted 10 eps for her too... iconic.

surprise surprise, the two people i truly didn‘t expect to be there were milena and michi. and then they were! and they were whispering to each other a lot <3 and michi was the most adorable awkward person to ever exist. you can tell he really is such a shy and private person, and i think seeing that spelled out right in front of us like this made it all the more special that he showed up at all! the things he ~did say were really witty and charming though, so there‘s that. 💕

the bloopers were so good, it was moving to see how much fun they had on set and that their friendships aren’t contrived in the slightest! all i kept thinking was “i can‘t wait to reblog the gifs of that to my tumblr“ haha. SO WHERE‘S THE VIDEO @DRUCK?!

for someone who went in there expecting to have a complete breakdown i was actually okay...ish when we watched the ep (i was so relieved to finally see amira again!) and david‘s film... until the cast went up on stage during anselm‘s second song and mile was stood there, tears streaming down her face, leaning on lukas for comfort. oi, that broke me. :(

quick shoutout to the person behind me who was crying in the club as they say, no, actually it was full on SOBBING. in my mind i just kept going ~SAME~. and, you know, anselm‘s songs didn‘t help the cause either... what a mess.

now on to the meet&greet. if you’re not interested in the people behind druck, or you think meeting them in person is weird or whatever - then this part is not for you and you’ll want to x out of here right now, please spare me the comments, i‘ve already had enough negativity in this fandom for years to come, whew.

i‘ll put this under a cut, just to be extra sure.

you know, i‘ve grown so attached to these characters over the last 1.5 years and it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to say thanks to the actresses/actors who made them come to life. for real though, i think really looking them in the eyes and saying THANK YOU was the best thing about the whole experience for me.

this‘ll be chaotic, i’m just gonna list everything i remember off the top of my head, please bear with me.

first of all: best. cast. ever! every single one of them was lovely in their own way... some of them are really high energy people (keep in mind we went in reallllly late, they had been doing this for hours at that point!)... think anselm, tua and mile. they just carried everyone else with their energy!

anselm was as warm and welcoming as i expected, yet it still surprised me how confidently he handled the whole situation (unlike me rip)... i literally blurted out “you‘re such a good host!“ to him and he sounded really flattered when thanking me. he just has the best vibes <3

naomi... oh my god. i was really shocked to even see her at all which was only right before it was our turn with her group. she made a little sarcastic remark about how she “can‘t wait to be tagged in alllll the pictures“ lmao. just leave it up to her to make me fall in love in real life too. :(

i don‘t know if they did it in all of their pictures, but her and hassan were hugging it out in the background of ours like the laura/mohammed crackship that they are. loved that! lmao

speaking of hassan though, i only had the BRIEFEST interaction with him bc how does one cope with all that beauty up close?! one doesn‘t, that‘s how. damn.

i lovelovelove that they kept the five girls together for the photo op, now the pictures ended up looking like we‘re part of their squad!

tua was the life of the party, she made the whole room dance and sing along when ‘geiles leben’ came on (that was when most people had left already bc we went in so late)... it was such a special moment!!! she was also really confused whether to speak german or english to us, bilingual queen!

lea gives the BEST hugs that was so unexpected for such a tiny person, she REALLY goes in wow.

jobel... all i remember is that my face was literally buried in her hair while we were hugging and she smelled amazing!

and lilly omg... lilly! my favourite bean, so easy to talk to, the best aura! she was kinda stretching her legs out when we got to her (l m a o) and kept thanking us for waiting so long (which... a few of them said that... and i always replied with a hä?! thank YOU for doing this for so long!) and rolled her eyes just at the thought of the aftershow party they had planned and told us she‘ll only drink water though! lmao

mile as i mentioned earlier was being so motivational, yelling “we‘re gonna do it! we‘re gonna get through all of you!“ in between again and again, probably more for herself than any of us haha. we did end up talking about food with her, which... you know. foodies amongst each other. ;)

found a whole new appreciation for louis... who poured so much of himself into carlos oh my god. chill. quick witted. hilarious!

so now i left lukas for last. as i briefly mentioned before, i didn’t go up to him after romeo&juliet, but this time i did (there really was no other option when you were there, that would‘ve been rude lol) and i wasn’t let down. at all. he was one of the few people who actually properly introduced himself and that is SO nice, one of the things i’ve always loved about people who are in that kinda position, you know? he is just the sweetest sweetheart, we all know it, he’s proven it over and over. he ran across the room bc some fans forgot their photos at their table, that’s how considerate he is. while we were waiting for our pics to be printed, he came over and hugged us AGAIN and made it a point to say goodbye. MY HEART. 💕

oh, also... we noticed that the mile/flo/louis/lukas group was the most organised with the whole picture situation... they had a ~system going y‘all. lmao

okay. i think this might be it for now. OOF. if anyone actually read all that... you deserve a cookie. i know i promised coherent thoughts, but this is. what you’re gonna get. oops?

if i remember other bits and pieces i‘ll put them in my tags or whatever.

i‘m gonna see myself out now.

#druck #druck event #mine

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softforhenry · 4 years

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Wrote another short Geraskier fic. This one I’d love to expand soon.

<3 <3 <3

Geralt learns about Jaskier‘s birthday coming up by accident. They have spent the last days in Oxenfurt and on the morning they‘re set up to leave, Jaskier scurries downstairs saying he needs to bid goodbye to an old friend who wanted to come by the inn they‘re staying at. When Geralt follows him five minutes later, both their bags slung over his shoulder, he immediately spots Jaskier at the bar, talking to a woman who laughs at something the bard said. She‘s beautiful, with bright hair and an even brighter smile.

Geralt feels an odd pang in his chest at seeing her reach out to pat Jaskier‘s cheek lovingly. It‘s become a familiar occurrence lately. That odd feeling of longing whenever he sees Jaskier being physically affectionate with someone else. It’s inexplicable because it‘s not like the bard has withheld his affection from him instead. He still touches and hugs Geralt, but Geralt knows the intention is different. There are no touches that linger for any other reason than comfort and friendship between them.

Which is enough. More than Geralt ever thought anyone would grant him. Wishing for more is ludicrous and he knows it. It doesn’t help with the way his traitorous heart reacts, despite claiming he doesn’t have one towards anyone who dares to ask.

He keeps his steps slow, not wanting to hear what was being said between the pair, but his enhanced hearing still picks up Jaskier‘s voice, finely tuned to it after all the years they have spent together.

“As much as I would love to, I can‘t stay,“ Jaskier says.

The woman looks slightly disappointed, yet indulgent. “It‘s a pity. We would’ve celebrated your birthday with a feast worthy of a royal court.“

Jaskier laughs, obviously delighted. “That I believe. Alas, it‘s still eight days until my birthday and Geralt needs to move on.“

“And of course you will follow him,“ the woman sighs, but it sounds fond.

“You know me,“ Jaskier replies, a smile dancing across his lips. “I‘m always ready for new adventures.“

“I think it‘s-“

The words get caught in the woman‘s throat when she finally notices Geralt approaching them. He doesn’t give any sign that he‘s heard them, yet she seems suddenly bashful, her cheeks coloring slightly. It makes him wonder what she was about to say.

Jaskier follows her line of sight and grins at Geralt, before turning back to his friend. “Well, it has been lovely seeing you again, sweetest. But I must take my leave now.“ He bows to kiss her hand, and Geralt averts his gaze.

They say their goodbyes after that and soon enough, Geralt and Jaskier are walking through the southern gate of Oxenfurt, back onto the path. Jaskier is humming a tune and Roach seems equally happy to be out in the wild again, her hooves clapping to the music. Geralt lets the sounds coming from his travel companions wash over him, while the rising sun warms his face. He feels content in a way he can‘t begin to describe, even inside his own mind.

Then he remembers the conversation he just overheard and snaps his eyes towards Jaskier.

His birthday is apparently in eight days. Geralt has never thought to ask about it and he can‘t remember Jaskier ever mentioning it. Considering that they‘ve been together at this time of the year before, it‘s likely that Jaskier‘s birthday has gone by uncelebrated a few times. Birthdays haven’t got a lot of meaning in Geralt‘s life and he‘s never celebrated his own. It‘s not like he can even remember the date. He barely remembers the time he has spent with his mother and there certainly hasn’t been any festivities at Kaer Morhen.

But Jaskier must have celebrated his own birthday in the past. Geralt knows that the bard is a viscount and comes from a wealthy family. Once he has asked Jaskier why he never visits his family, but he only got an elusive answer and didn’t enquire about it again. If Jaskier doesn’t want to talk about the reasons why he left the comforts of his home, Geralt won‘t push. He understands better than most that the past should sometimes rather be laid to rest. Even if he struggles with that in regard to his own.

Anyway, the thought of Jaskier‘s birthday going by unnoticed and uncelebrated is weirdly bothering him now. Jaskier has spent the last years doing everything in his power to make Geralt‘s life more comfortable, although it took Geralt a while to accept his help. He’s all too aware that he still can‘t express his gratitude or affection well. Decades of being shunned by humanity and constantly being treated with distain, have left their mark on him. But maybe this is his chance to give Jaskier something back.

There is no way Jaskier will anticipate Geralt knowing about his birthday, let alone that he’s planning something for it. He could surprise Jaskier with a grand gesture. The bard loves the unexpected, hence why he‘s still following Geralt around the continent. Which only leaves one dilemma: Geralt has no idea where to start planning a celebration for anyone‘s birthday. But as he risks another look at Jaskier happily walking beside him, his resolve only strengthens.

Jaskier deserves someone taking care of him for once.

Also, Geralt must admit to himself that seeing Jaskier‘s lovely smile has become quite a necessity to keep him going. He knows rationally that there are things far more vital in his life as a witcher, but sometimes it feels like the darkness could swallow him whole if not for that smile.

The thought of seeing Jaskier‘s joyful expression on the special day ahead, if he gets this one thing right, is making him almost twitch with restless energy. Roach neighs, no doubt feeling his sudden agitation, although he gave no outward sign of it.

Jaskier stops humming and looks at them, his smile growing bigger, as he lifts a calming hand to pet along Roach‘s neck. “My noble girl, forced to carry your mighty witcher again after being pampered for days,“ he hushes, a bit dramatically and with a wink towards Geralt.

Rolling his eyes, Geralt tries not to smile. “She will be fine. Now keep up,“ he teases back, and urges Roach into a slightly faster trot.

Jaskier splutters an equally teasing insult at him, but catches up quick. “You know, one day I will get my own horse. And then you won‘t be able to leave me behind anymore,“ Jaskier claims, just a hint of an old hurt seeping into his voice.

Geralt feels his throat tighten in response and slows their pace again.

He gazes down at his most loyal friend, the one person he‘s come to adore more than any human before, and gathers his courage to speak from his heart. His voice sounds even raspier than usual, as he says, “I will never leave you behind, Jaskier. Never again.“

Jaskier was obviously not expecting that response. His eyes widen in surprise and he gapes slightly at Geralt, who does his best to hold Jaskier‘s gaze. When a warm, slightly teary smile steals across Jaskier‘s face, it‘s the best kind of reward.

“Well. Now you won‘t ever get rid of me, just so you know,“ Jaskier exclaims, laughing. It sounds carefree and happy, and Geralt can scarcely believe that he is the cause of it. He‘s not usually someone who brings such happiness to others.

Speaking of happiness, Jaskier‘s words have given him an idea for a gift. While Jaskier pulls out his lute and starts singing a new ballad he‘s premiered at the inn yesterday as a farewell, Geralt thinks about the horse breeder he knows from a town about three days from Oxenfurt.

It‘s a start.

Feeling more confident about his plans, Geralt relaxes into the saddle and contentedly listens to Jaskier sing, that beloved voice soothing the last of his worries.

(tbc...?)

Also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26360065 💕

#geraskier #my fic #geralt is in love #🥺🥺🥺#the witcher

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Profile: Callahan, Alexa D.

Description: Brown hair, Brown eyes, 5 feet 7 inches

Birthdate: September 18

Age at conviction: 16

Current age: 19

Birthplace: Rochester, New York, United States

Current Location: UNKNOWN

Family:

Mother: Alisa Callahan age 47 - deceased

Father: Geoffrey Callahan age 52 - deceased

Siblings:

Jennifer Callahan age 12 - deceased

Benjamin Callahan age 19 - deceased

This file contains eye witness accounts of events related to and/or allegedly caused by Alexa Callahan.

Eye witness account by Victor Drell

Age: 37

Occupation: High School Teacher

September 18,

I never saw the explosions, but I heard them. My wife Mary called the police as I went to go investigate. We live two houses down from the corner, I could see the apartment building on the opposite side - or where the building used to be – in a smoking heap. A couple of houses around it were knocked around too, but the residents there seemed to be fine.

When I got closer, I noticed the other neighbors start to come out as well. I climbed into the rubble hoping that someone was still alive. I noticed crushed remains of corpses lying everywhere; I wanted to vomit. One man was missing an arm and groaning loudly, so I called to the others to help move him to a place where rubble wouldn’t fall on him.

One of the neighbor kids called out from behind me that there was a girl who was still breathing. I told someone to take my place with the man, and rushed over to the girl. She was still breathing. She looked to be about fifteen and was wearing a white dress that was all tattered around the edges, her hair was a little singed, and I thought she probably suffered some trauma from what seemed like a fall from the second floor. But she looked mostly fine otherwise, which in hindsight was a little odd. Seemed like a miracle at the time. That’s when the police and paramedics arrived and took all the living away.

I learned later that the man’s name was Carl Stephenson, and the girl was Alexa Callahan, who was turning sixteen that day. I heard on the news that Carl Stephenson had died in the hospital and was taken by family for burial. But not that Alexa girl, she had no family left, and she was alive. A real shame, to have a bomb like that go off on your sixteenth birthday.

Report by Vanessa Bradford

Age: 42

Occupation: Nurse

I was assigned to a girl by the name of Alexa Callahan. She had suffered from several injuries caused by the explosion of her building. The full extent of the damage done to her was: A few broken ribs, a hairline fracture in her arm, a mutilated ankle, and trauma to the head. She seemed to have landed on her left side, and somehow managed to save her spine and vital organs. She was unconscious for 72 hours after the operations were finished. When she finally awoke, she was mostly unresponsive. She played with the recliner on the bed for a while and just stared at faces for a long time. She didn’t speak to anyone; not to doctors or nurses, not to the other patients. She didn’t respond to food or water, and didn’t even react whenever we adjusted the needles in her arm.

Many of us tried to coax her to eat or speak and she did neither for almost two weeks. Her doctor was beginning to wonder if we should be running tests on the speech part of her brain when she finally spoke.

She asked me when she could go home.

I told her that we had to make sure we had treated all her injuries first. Then she asked me what happened. I told her that authorities were still figuring it out, but it seemed as if someone planted a bomb in the building, possibly a terrorist attack.

This made her jump up in a panic, she just shouted “It wasn’t!” Her heart rate spiked, and she almost tried to get out of bed. I calmed her down a little and asked her what she remembered.

What she said didn’t make any sense. “People, people talking happily; singing, my singing, singing for me; color, lots of color, piled on the walls and the room; fire, there was fire and ticking. Tick tick tick. Incessant humming, thousands of bees humming in the walls. You can‘t hear it? Tick tick tick. I made a wish, then BOOM. Fire, fire! A little boy calls for help. Help her, help her, is she okay?”

I cut her off because she was flailing about and going on about nothing. She kept talking. Nonsense, more about the ticking and the humming. I tried to get her to sit back and relax, not to strain herself with the memory, and I eventually managed to get her to sleep. I remember she whispered “not terrorist, no terror. Make a wish” as she drifted off to sleep.

I only witnessed one other event that was significant.

A couple weeks later when she was being encouraged to walk around, we found that she would disappear for hours on end. We were deciding what to do with her, the ramblings hadn’t stopped and we were getting worried. Furthermore, she had no living blood relative that anyone could find. Meetings were being held to come to a decision. I was lucky enough to be personally involved in the discussions.

She burst in to one of the meetings. I don’t know how, we thought the doors were locked. Her hands were bloodied as if she had cut them on sharp glass or metal or something. She took a seat at the table with us and said something odd.

“I realize that I am the main subject of these meetings. And I feel obligated to put my two cents in.” Then she dropped two gears on the table, like they were the two cents she was putting in. I don’t know where they came from, but they were covered in the blood from her hands. A couple of us stood to try to help her back to bed. But she waved us off and insisted that she needed to continue speaking. She said “I’m not yet so far gone that I don’t know what is happening.” And then something like “I have completely lost all relatives, I am underage, and I’m raving mad.” And she dropped another gear on the table for each thing she listed. Her grammar would get all jumbled up, because I remember she said “I would think it advisable that under any circumstances you do NOT create me another family. I could not handle an artificial mother.” Which was worth four gears for some reason. At this point, we were starting to realize that these were clock parts. And then she told us that she didn’t want to be sent back into society, that she was too crazy and too dangerous before dumping the rest of her bloodied clock parts onto the table. We wanted to stop her, but I think we were all too shocked.

She started to rearrange them in some order and I remember she said “But time is running out, and you really need to come to a decision” Then she pulled out two clock hands and placed them in the center of her bizarre pile. Then she wrote “tick, tick, tick,” on the table in her own blood, stood up and said “Thank you for your time” like she had just asked for a little favor, not made a mess of the table.

I have never seen a transfer report go through more quickly.

On October 23 Alexa was transferred to The New York Psychiatric Institute, and then by an anonymous request, to Castle Facilities in Virginia. The transaction of this was only documented once. The only legitimate information recovered from this document was the location and the date she was moved (February 15).

She remained at Castle facilities for about two years, until authorities started to take an interest in her case and launched an investigation. However by the time they arrived at Castle facilities, Miss Callahan was unable to be found.

At the alleged location of Castle facilities only ruins were found. It was apparent that the site had not been visited for many months. The building was demolished in a way that was similar to the explosion at the Callahan residence.

This leads authorities to believe that the explosions were caused by the same person. Suspects include: Alexa Callahan (missing), Justin Carter (missing), or Jamie Lucas (deceased).

At the site of the wreckage, few pieces of information were recovered. However, there was one piece pertaining to this case that proved to be interesting. A badly documented journal by Dr. Harvey Lancaster (deceased) containing vital information about the Callahan case.

Much of this journal is either missing or illegible. Therefore, the following information contains errors and assumed information. The following information is paraphrased, not quoted, and only vital information was inputted. The full copy of Dr. Harvey Lancaster is not available for viewing.

Information is as follows:

1. Alexa Callahan has a strange fascination with clocks. She is known to either disassemble the clocks, or to change the time inaccurately. The number that she chooses seems well thought out and precise and she changes every clock to the same time, though it is inaccurate. She attempts to change all clocks at once. Every attempt at this results in a different time. The purpose of this behavior is unknown.

2. Alexa Callahan had no apparent intentions of harming the other patients or facility employees.

3. Alexa Callahan has moments of near sanity where she would stop her mumblings of clocks and ticking and the end of the world where she will occasionally ask about her family or the facility. During these states of mind she would frequently ask about her friends Jamie Lucas and Justin Carter. Both Carter and Lucas came to visit Alexa in the Castle exactly twice, but not at the same time.

4. Alexa refuses, under any circumstances to believe that she is wrong in her ramblings, though she will admit to the doctors that she is insane.

5. Intense flashes of light, fire, loud noises, and shaking or sliding scare Alexa. She afterwards falls into a bout of crazed, relieved laughter, and more rambling about ticking.

6. Alexa can accurately tell the time without consulting a time piece. It is unknown how she is able to do this, but it is not any of the conventional methods.

7. Alexa made many references to the fall of the kingdom and gave an exact time, down to seconds, of the alleged time. - As a discovery not recorded in the journal of Dr. Harvey, it seems that this number led to the explosion of the mental ward.

8. All ramblings about the past from before the explosion are real memories, not stories of her own invention.

9. She is unable to walk in a straight line; her movement pattern sways back and forth.

10. She is able to recognize people and speak clearly with them. She seldom mistakes the identities of people around her.

11. She avoids all effort to make social interactions, however is not fearful when approached.

12. She enjoys acronyms, puzzles, word games, and brain teasers.

13. She fights most attempts at physical and eye contact.

An investigation was launched to find any survivors of the explosion. 15 recorded patients were reported alive. Eight patients were discovered in a nearby town (about 13 miles away). Local authorities had discovered the patients and were housing them while awaiting orders of what to do. Six of the seven remaining patients were recovered in the woods surrounding Castle facilities.

Alexa Callahan, the only unrecovered patient, is theorized to have fled to the woods surrounding Castle facilities. No bodies or sightings that match her description have been reported, leading authorities to believe she is still at large.

Authorities have lost all trails but refuse to give up the search.

Alexa Callahan is suspected for murder and terrorism. If identified, it is recommended that authorities are alerted immediately so that she may be taken into custody.

Do not try to approach, converse with, or make eye contact with Alexa Callahan. It is uncertain how she will react.

Do not flash lights or light fires in her presence; she is known to react violently.

Do not try to detain Alexa Callahan alone, she is known to be violent when angered.

TAKE CAUTION.

If Interaction is unavoidable, refrain from sudden movements, physical contact, and eye contact.

If conversation is unavoidable, keep voice at a low register and avoid any loud noises.

If she begins to make a countdown, inform authorities immediately. If this action is not an option, remove yourself from the vicinity. Countdowns from Alexa Callahan seldom lead to anything less than disaster.

If these guidelines are not heeded . . . god save you.

#oneshot #creepypasta #my writing

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leyla676 · 5 years

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Magic B - wedding date

HERE WE ARE

at part 3 of Magic B. / PART 1 / PART 2

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This is the last story of Magic B, maybe I will write another story soon, I will wait for my Muse’s call =)

Warnings: none. it’s fluffy. and soooo sweet.

WORDS: 2300

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As you opened up your eyes, the sun was tickling your skin. You looked besides you and saw directly in Nancy‘s face.

„WHAT THE“, you screamed and jumped up.

She already had curled up hair, her make-up was on point and she looked like an angel.

„Did you kiss him?“, she asked with a grin on her lips.

„Good morning to you too Nancy“, you grumbled, „no we did not kiss“

„Why? He is super hot“

„Because no“.

You got out of your bed and walked to the bathroom.

„You will regret it if you won‘t kiss him“, she yelled as you closed the door.

The hairdresser was already waiting for you to style your hair. He was a cute young blonde guy, smiling and singing to Madonna all the time.

Hours later, you finally got into your dark-blue dress.

Time was running and you were getting more and more nervous.

It was 9.45 already and you remembered Nancy saying ‚pick her up at 10, the wedding starts at 12‘

You saw Steve, Nancy‘s fiance, walking around at the front door, smoking cigarette after cigarette, getting more and more nervous so you decided to join him.

„Come on, let‘s be nervous together“, you suggested and he nodded.

„Everything will be okay, she is the most beautiful bride I have ever seen“, you tried to calm him down. Steve was super cute, all dressed up in his perfect suit, hair on point.

„What if she‘s gonna say no?“

„No! Never. Steve, you know, you two have to be together“, you crossed his arm and he gave you a little nervous smile.

After the cigarette you got inside, checking your make-up again as you suddenly heard a familiar sound. It was the sound of a 79 Chevy Camaro.

He was there. Not a single minute too late.

You ran to the kitchen window, looked out and saw Billy coming out of his car. He was dressed in a dark blue suit, wearing his sunglasses, his hair looked amazing, every curl was on point. His shirt was a little unbuttoned. He stood there, looking around, he was already searching for you.

He was dressed in a dark-blue suit. How did he knew?

Nancy joined you.

„Y/N, he looks absolutely amazing“, she raved and her eyes were full of glitter.

„Nancy, please, remember who he is. He is just...“

„A fiction, I know“, she interrupted, „but he is here. And she looks like a god. Give him a chance. Please. This man is hot“

You rolled your eyes. She was absolutely right and you knew it.

As you opened the front door you looked at him and smiled.

When he saw you, he took off his sunglasses and smiled in this way that made your heart melt.

„Hey Billy“, you cleaned your throat.

„All dressed up for me?“, he asked you with that damn smile you already saw once, behind the strip club.

„Yea, only for you, dumbass“, you rolled your eyes, blushed a little and giggled.

„Billy!“, Nancy screamed and fell on his neck. „You look amazing“

„Thanks little one. You are beautiful“, Billy smiled at her.

„Okay, first of all, we‘ve got two hours. Teach her how to dance!“, she ordered, looked at Billy and pushed you in his direction. „At least for just one dance“

You heard how the music started, it was Total Eclipse of the Heart, Bonnie Tyler.

Really?

Nancy Wheeler, I will kill you. Totally, you thought.

Billy smiled at you, took you by your hand, drew you to him and put his hand on your back.

„Listen, this is very easy“, he whispered in your ear. You smelled his cologne, saw the little freckles in his face, his soft pink lips, his moustache and his damn blue eyes as he looked down at you.

„Just let me guide you. Trust me“

Billy moved gently to the beat of the music, held your hand, you followed him as you had no choice, which you didn‘t have at all.

You put your head to his chest and heard his heart beat fast as you gently closed your eyes, inhaling every moment.

„Already feeling comfortable?“, he murmured, you could tell that he smiled.

„N… no, just…“, you stuttered and looked away quickly. He laughed almost tonelessly and held you closer to him.

„It‘s okay, you‘re moving good“, he whispered. The sound of his voice paired with his words made you shiver.

It felt like dancing on clouds. The air between you was crackling and it felt like the time would stand still forever.

…

„Do you, Steve Harrington, want to take Nancy Wheeler to your lawfully wedded wife? Love her and treat her right for the rest of your life?“

„I do“

„And do you, Nancy Wheeler, want to take Steve Harrington to your lawfully wedded husband? Love him and treat him right for the rest of your life?“

„Yes, I do“

„I explain you to husband and wife. And now please kiss your bride“

A big applause went through the walls of the church as both kissed. Steve and Nancy were finally married and you whiped away a small tear of happiness.

You felt Billy come close to your ear, whispering „You want to get married one day?“

„Mabye“, you answered nervously, „what about you?“

„Depends on whether I find a woman who can handle me“

You giggled and smiled at him.

As Nancy and Steve went out of the church, all of you stood up and followed to get to the wedding location.

Billy opened the passenger door and you got into the Camaro. As you watched him go around the car, you catched yourself looking at his nice ass which made you blush and giggle.

„Whats‘ that fun?“, he asked you as he took place at the driver‘s seat.

„Nothing“, you answered, biting your bottom lip and looked out of the window.

I just want to feel your lips all over me.

You arrived at the wedding location. A nice old farm which belonged to Steve‘s uncle. It was all decorated with white flowers, violet ribbons and little pearls.

Both of you entered the lobby, Billy took off your jacket and placed it at the wardrobe.

„Wanna search for a quiet room and make out a little?“, soft, warm breath touched you on the skin of your neck. You felt the warmth between your tights rising.

You turned around and got caught by Billy‘s eyes.

„N… no… this is a wedding, we can‘t...“, you whispered and stuttered.

„Stop fighting your feelings, I won‘t hurt you, Baby“, he grumbled, placing his hand on your chin, pulling you closer to him.

You weren‘t able to move, you weren‘t able to breath or anything so you stood there, holding yourself on Billy‘s shoulders and felt his soft, rose lips finally finding yours. It was a quick little kiss and it felt like a lightning between the both of you.

When he let you go, he smiled at you and grabbed your hand. „I want to go on a date with you. A real date“

„You ask me out for a date?“

He nodded his head and placed another warm and soft kiss on your lips.

…

Billy stood there, circled by some older ladies, they were laughing and giggling. It was Nancy‘s grandma, her aunt, a friend of her granny and some other ladies.

„He steals the heart of almost anyone here“, Tiffany laughed at you, „he is just perfect. Look at him! I am so glad you called him“

As Billy catched your eye, he apologized to the ladies and went to you.

„Looking out for a dance?“, he asked with a perfect grin.

„No, not again please“, you said and laughed. „I really don‘t want to break your feet“

„Well then, let‘s have a seat“

He led you to the tables and you both sat down, besides Tiffany and her boyfriend.

Nancy and Steve joined and the guys talked about cars, basketball and stuff. You listened to everything he said, he had your full attention.

At this point you realized that Billy was damn right. You weren‘t able to fight against your feelings anymore.

It was too late.

He laughed, smiled, had a wonderful time and you enjoyed every minute of it. You were proud. Proud of him for not blaming you. He was a pure gentleman.

Suddenly a band entered the little stage in front of the tables.

„The wedding is done! We congratulate to Nancy and Steve!“

All of you were clapping your hands.

„We‘ve got another surprise for one of our guests in here“, the lead singer went off the stage.

Nancy came closer to you and whispered in your ear: „Enjoy the show“

You looked at her, pretty confused, didn‘t know what she was talking about.

The drummer kicked the beat, the keyboard followed.

Billy stood up, took off his jacket and kissed you soft on your cheek.

„What are you doing?“, you asked and Billy smiled at you.

„Trust me, you will like it“, he said.

„BILLY“, you screamed, afraid of what would happen.

Please, don‘t start to strip now. It‘s a wedding. Please. Please not. STOP HIM!

Billy went up on stage and opened the buttons of his shirt, just a little bit.

„If he is going to take off his clothes now, I will marry him“, Tiffany laughed and put out her wallet to count the money which she would put in his panties.

You catched Nancy‘s eyes which grew bigger, she smiled and giggled at you.

She knew what he was about to do? How?

How can anyone be so damn calm when a stripper enters the stage at a WEDDING?!

Rainy night and we worked all day

we both got jobs `cause there‘s bills to pay

we got something they can‘t take away

our love, our lives

Billy stood there. Looking at you. And he sang a song you knew very well. Born to be my baby from Bon Jovi. Your jaw dropped down.

You couldn‘t believe your eyes, your ears and nothing else any more. First you thought you would start to throw up, as nervous as you were, you really thought he would start to do a hot striptease dance for all of you.

But as you realized that he sang to you, your heart nearly melted.

„Oh my god he sings for you“, Tiffany nearly started to cry besides you. „Promise me to marry this man, Y/N“

You weren‘t able to say anything.

You were born to be my Baby

Baby, I was made to be your man!

We got something to believe in

Even if we don‘t know where we stand

Your eyes were filled with little tears as he finally jumped off the stage, took your hand and pulled you close to him.

„I want a second date“, he whispered in your ear.

You nodded.

And Baby I was born

to be your man...

The song came to it‘s end and Billy came closer to you, grabbing you on your waist, running his fingers trough your hair and kissed you.

The kiss was soft and sweet, his moustache tickled you and you could feel him smile while he pulled you close.

„It‘s hard to get you on a date“, he murmured.

You could hear the people‘s applause, Tiffany screamed „Yeah“, no one exept of your ladies knew, where he came from but everyone knew that he would stay forever.

Never in your entire life had you felt such butterflies around your stomache.

And you knew that you would fall for this mullet-wearing dumbass stripper all over again, for the rest of your life.

…

ONE YEAR LATER

…

„TONIGHT“, the familiar voice shouted through his microphone, „Tonight we have to do our VERY best! For our bride-to-be! Y/N, this is all for you!“

The crowd was sweating, shaking, screaming as the music started.

Step inside,

walk this way

you and me, Babe,

HEY HEY!

Billy jumped out of the curtains on stage, wearing his tight jeans, his biker boots and his leather jacket.

His sixpack was oily and his golden chain danced on his chest.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw him moving to the music. He knew exactly what he did, shaking his abs, his ass, his dirty-blonde mullet.

Tiffany yelled and clapped her hands, Nancy whistled with two fingers and you … you were happy.

He got down on his knees, held out his hand to you and you took it, he drew you on stage.

You laughed out loud as he whirled you around, dancing to the music.

Billy took a bridal veil and placed it onto your hair.

“This is going to be MY wifey!”, he screamed at the crowd and all of the ladies yelled and applauded as he finally pulled you close and kissed you rough, passionated, all tongue and teeth.

You knew that you would love him as you first saw him on this stage. It took a time for you to realize, you were unsure if a stripper could be true to you, love you and respect you. But Billy did. He loved you with every single inch of his skin.

“I was made to be your man”, he sang in your ear as he carried you off the stage. You held yourself close to him, your fingers running through his mullet.

“We will miss you here, Billy”, fake Jason Momoa stood in front of you and made a sad face.

“I won’t miss you, you little fuckers”, Billy laughed and said goodbye to the other strippers.

“We have to go now”, he winked at you.

“Tomorrow is going to be the best day of our life”

You smiled at Billy as he came close and kissed you.

“I never thought you would say yes”, he whispered.

“But I did”, you said.

Yes, you did.

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Thank you so much for reading it.

It makes me happy when someone reads my stuff, even it’s sometimes a little bit of “weird English”. I really tried my best and hope you understand what I mean ^^

And i want to say a big THANK YOU to all the fanfiction writers out there. Because YOU keep Billy alive.

And that is everything for all of us <3

#billyhargrove #Billy Hargrove #billyhargrovefanfiction #Magic B #magicb #wedding #fanfiction #billyhargrovexreader #billy hargove x reader

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softstcrs · 5 years

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Twdg - Louis - Dating HC‘s

» First of, Give this boy some love he deserves it!!!

» at the start of the Relationship he‘d be like still Flirting with you any time the chance arises.

» he wouldn‘t even believe it. „Why me? Why did you choose me? I wouldn‘t have chosen me..“ PLEASE reassure him. He‘s a good boi :(

» „Louis i don‘t want anyone else but you" you saved his day. His smile as bright as the sun.

» Expect LOTS of Cute little dates. Not too far from the school but so you can at least have some alone time together.

» He‘d tell you about why he was in the ericson to begin with and that he regrets it. Give him a hug.

» he‘d be so grateful for your understanding nature believe me.

» him showing you how to swing "Chairles" because who ain‘t loving a girl/boy that can swing a Chairleg against zombie heads?

» Expect Louis to be super Jokingly around you when you‘re with others but when you both are alone he sometimes lets you in on how he feels about himself and that he‘s just as insecure as other people.

» You listening to his Angelic voice when he plays the piano. He will even teach you so you can play together !!!

» Cheesy pickup lines, love songs he writes, Bragging about you. „y/n is my super awesome girlfriend/boyfriend! Can you Do what (s)he can?!“ him being proud of you whenever you kick someone‘s butt.

» He‘s REALLY overprotective especially when it comes to you. He wouldn‘t let anyone lay a finger on you.

» sometimes he‘s a little diva but thats just for show, he‘d try to make you happy 24/7 unconditionally.

» Someone insults you? Overprotective boyfriend mode activated. „Shut up, you can‘t even do half the things (s)he can !“

» he‘s a great kisser even though he sometimes kills the vibe with some jokes. „did it hurt when yo-" „Louis, no.“

» You treat each other with respect but he mocks you sometimes. For example when you‘re shooting with the bow. „wow you‘re even worse than me.“ you frown. „We can be worse together!“ and then ur smile comes back.

» he‘s really Affectionate even in public. Holds your hand when he can. Arm around waist/shoulders. At night he‘s the big spoon. (When you do sleep in one room) and when you have a nightmare or you can‘t fall asleep he‘d sing for you.

» you know everything about him and he about you so you snatch him away from Marlon and Aasim when you want to spend time with him on the piano since he always wanted to be a singer and you want to hear his voice.

» you‘re his 1# Fan and he loves you so so much you don‘t even know.

Requests? Hope you enjoyed !

#twdg louis #twdg season 4 #twdgimagines #twdgimagine #twdg louis imagine #louis imagine #headcanons #imagines #twdg headcanons

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Complete Set of 110 Reasons To Live Special Edition With Extra But Not Enough Gay RightsTM And Extra LongTM Too Because The Three Caballeros Deserve It:

THAT MUSIC AT THE START!

Donald’s ‘Party Fowl’ waist bag

Webby’s excited rambling!

All the lady birds in that town were ridiculously pretty?? (makes sense since the giant carnivorous flower wanted to lure people to eat them so A+)

Dewey documenting his adventures with the help of his lil bro. BondingTM

“OH BOY! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE MY PALS!”

Huey, my boy, asking the real questions

“Please, not everything has to be a dark family secret!” *Donald proceeds to say he has a dark family secret* Huey: :D Louie: >:(

DONALD’S FOND SMILE WHEN HE WAS THINKING ABOUT JOSÉ AND PANCHITO BEFORE TELLING THE BOYS HE WAS IN THE THREE CABALLEROS!!!!

‘Kids Confused At Adult Reminiscing About Their Cool Past That They Know Nothing About’ trope

DONALD’S ‘FUCKING EXCUSE ME?’ FACE WHEN SCROOGE STARTED BADMOUTHING THE THREE CABALLEROS!

college band!

They played in Scrooge’s garage, fucking with Scrooge’s sleep, something with what I agree wholeheartedly since he fucks with other ppl’s sleep with his bagpipes lmao can he get more scottish? probably

Donald canonically plays the double bass and the accordion!!! (he also plays the guitar, the piano, the flute, etc, in comics and other animated media. Musical GeniusTM)

Huey and Louie’faces when they discover their uncle plays the accordion lmao

“I was so awesome...” with such a nostalgic feeling, baby, you still are! appreciate yourself, we love you!

Donald applying sunscreen on himself? Pure.

“Agh! You’re fine as is! A family man, a boat owner!”

JOSÉ JUMPING OUT OF A PLANE AND PLAYING HIS UMBRELLA!!!

HIS!!!!UMBRELLA!!!!HIS!!!!MAGIC!!!!!HIS SMOOTH ENTRANCE!!!!

*mysterious guitar starts playing*

PANCHITO APPEARING FROM THE SHADOWS AND MAKING A DRAMATIC, ROMANTIC AND TELENOVELESQUE ENTRANCE?? HOW MUCH TIME HE NEEDED TO WAIT THERE TO DO THAT?? ADORKABLE

That little blink in Panchito’s eye lmao Anime Rival ComingTM

those little gay fireworks when josé and panchito got together!

those little ‘ajá!’s from both of them!

DONALD’S FACE AGAIN!!! HE’S SO HAPPY!!!!

“DONAL’!!!!!!!!!!”

José and Donald’s weird hopping hug? lovely

Panchito clapping while they’re at it lmao

José tossing Donald to Panchito

Three Way Handshake!

“SQUAWK, CROW, QUACK! I’VE GOT YOUR BACK!”

that little tail shake the caballeros do in their secret handshake

“SECRET HANDSHAKE! COOL!” *louie proceeds to lick his big bro’s hand whe he tries to do the handshake like the lil bro he is*

panchito’s super excited handshakes that leave people jumping

“JAJÁ, ¡SALUDOS, AMIGOS!”

“OS PATINHOS!”

José and Panchito seeing the triplets as eggs

HAPPY DONALD DUCK

Donald juggled the eggs...

that creepy but nice guacamaya in the background

..DONALD JUGGLED THE EGGS AND HE DROPPED ONE!!!

And that’s how Donald went from Cool UncleTM to Overprotective Best DadTM lmao

big bro and lil bro agreement that middle bro was the one dropped lmao

José’s smooth moves while he’s talking wiTH HIS UMBRELLA

Panchito throwing his phone and doing a hip move to put it again in the holster

“YOUR UNCLE WAS THE COOL ONE!!!!”

Donald’s blushing and his nervous smile

José and Panchito expecting that the Cool OneTM of the three caballeros is the Most Successful and ImpressiveTM of the three, like that’s how it's supposed to be lmao These BiconsTM

PANCHITO’S FACE AT THAT MOMENT!

Huey being actually helpful with Donald’s anxiety attack

Scrooge saying one of his I’m Genuinely Trying To Be Helpful In My Own Unique Way That Ends Hurting More Than HelpingTM and Donald like ‘nah, cant deal with your bullshit rn’ face

“Uncle Donald, you’re very successful! You raise three boys and are rich in love! Isn’t that the true measure of success?” U TELL THEM, HUEY

“Lie? Perfect!” nod to one of donald’s flaws that we have actually seen in other media, he can be really mischievous and conniving when he wants to, be it for a good reason or not.

Yet again, we have confirmation that ‘the smarter than the smarties’ is actually incredibly easy to manipulate with his ego and cheapness by the Duck Family but also THIS IS ACTUALLY A GOOD NOD ABOUT THE GLOMGOLD’S BET SINCE THIS TIME SCROOGE HAS AN ACTUAL REASON TO NOT LOSE ANY MONEY

Huey hugging Donald and Donald’s little thumb up? blessed

José and Panchito laughing with each other? bLeSsEd

THE WHOLE ‘SCROOGE IS OLD’ SCENE

Team UncleTM everyone, these idiots are two of the smartest ducks in the world, yes, even if u don’t believe it

José’s admiration for Donald! hello? beautiful

Webby and Huey and Portuguese? BLESSED

JOSÉ SAYING “OH, YOU HAVE TO TRY IT” VERY SOFTLY AND SMOOTH WHILE TOUCHING DONALD’S HAND

THESE TWO EXPECT SO MUCH FROM DONALD BECAUSE HE WAS THE BEST OF THE THREE IN THEIR EYES. I. AM. DYING.

DONALD REALLY WANTS TO MEET HIS EXPECTATIONS AND IMPRESS THEM

PASTELES!

*battle of whistling inconspicuously appears* “OK, WE CAN’T ALL DO THIS!”

PANCHITO AND JOSÉ ACTUALLY BLOWING THEIR COVER TO THE AUDIENCE WITH ALL THE WHISTLING LMAO

*hand battle with Team Uncle appears* “EXCUSE ME”

*donald hits huey by accident while trying to get the wallet* *Huey helps him anyways and even bites Scrooge* Well, now I know who is his favorite uncle

WEBBY EXCITED!

THE THREE CABALLEROS’S THEME PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND WHILE THEY REMINISCED THEIR BAND DAYS

EVERY TIME THEY REENACTED PART OF THE SONG’S CHOREOGRAPHY FROM THE MOVIE

THEY!!!!!MADE!!!MUSIC!!!AND!!!DANCED!!!!OUT!!!OF!!!NOWHERE!!!AND!!!STARTED!!!TO!!!BE!!!THEIR!!!OLDSELVES!!!!!AGAIN!!!!

PANCHITO CAN PLAY JOSÉ’S UMBRELLA (AND DONALD CAN TOO PROBABLY)

Panchito’s face when realized he hit Donald by accident and knowing he was going to get mad, only for José to happy him up with some dance. cuties

HIS HAT HAS BEEN AN ACCORDION ALL THIS TIME!?

“Look at how happy Uncle Donald is! You can‘t put a price on that smile!” This boy loves his uncle so much!!!

“It’s only for the weekend...” “YOU’RE GETTING THE BAND BACK TOGETHER?”

THEY HAD A WAGON!!!!!??? (or i misheard?)

Panchito twirling his phones like he would do with his guns lmao

Panchito and José’s always moving around together

Team Uncle’s Actually Fighting (and we’re reminded of the bet yet again)

“HEY, WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA?”

Huey, The Voice Of ReasonTM

“NO WAY, I NEED THIS!” mischievous and egoistic Donald making a comeback, like hello old flaws, let’s see how you shine here.

The fact that they actually addressed that Donald’s bad luck sometimes really comes from his actual bad traits is freaking great.

*sings badly* “Perfect!”

The reminder that even if Donald is a little stubborn and egotistical at times, his kids come first and he will give up his dreams for them. Duty comes first for him, always.

Donald’s actually The Voice of ReasonTM and the bravest between the Three Caballeros, now we know why he is The Cool OneTM of the three

SCROOGE ACTUALLY FUCKING UP HIS BACK LIKE THE OLD MAN HE ACTUALLY IS

Donald tells the truth, not only because he has to protect his family and his friends for being eaten by a giant carnivorous plant lmao but because his friends thought he didn’t love or need them anymore because he was “rich” now. Love and Protection are his main traits and he knows his friends thinking he isn't as cool as they thought and putting down all their dreams will worth it if it means protecting them.

José and Panchito, who always look up to Donald more than anyone and know that he’s the one that actually got the guts to tell the truth, end telling the truth too because Donald shows his good traits again.

AGAIN, THESE THREE ONLY WANTED TO IMPRESS EACH OTHER BECAUSE THEY ARE ONES OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN EACH OTHER’S LIFE AND PATHS AND BEING A FUCKED UP ADULT WHEN YOU WERE SURE THE COOLEST PEOPLE OF YOUR LIFE WERE COMPLETELY SUCCESSFUL IS ACTUALLY SCARY AF AND YOU WANTED THEM TO BE PROUD OF YOU AS MUCH AS YOU ARE OF THEM

Donald is the only that didn’t run or looked scared when he saw the flower, he seemed only surprised AND THEN HE SAW RED WHEN HE SAW HIS KIDS IN DANGER LIKE HELLO? DAD DUCK TO THE RESCUE!!!

These three smiles before fighting like they did in acapulco!!!

THE THREE CABALLEROS’S THEME SONG!!!! WITH THEY FIGHTING LIKE THE BADASSES THEY ARE!!!

are we really sure they were only a college band??? because they fought like....u know......like they were something more. They Could Have Done A Lot Of Things While Being A Band Too HMMMM

Donald having a good ass aim with his double bass

NO ONE CAN SIMPLY CARRY A DOUBLE BASS CUZ THAT SHIT IS HEAVY AS FUCK AND LIFT IT AND THEN USE IT AS A MACE LIKE IT IS NOTHING, BUT DONALD DID!!!! THE STRONGEST BOY!!!!

JOSÉ USING HIS UMBRELLA LIKE A SWORD!!!

“WHO SAY SO?” “WE SAY SO!”

‘Fighting Actually Cured The Old Man’s Back’ trope

DONALD’S SOLO!!!

“WE SAY ‘AY CARAMBA’!”

THEY DID THAT IN ACAPULCO TOO!!!!??? LIKE HELLO? BADASSES

The Pig Tourists clapping at them because they deserved that and more honestly

THEY BROUGHT A BURRO WITH THEM!!!

SCROOGE DESTROYING PANCHITO’S GUITAR LMAO

That “I’m so sorry” with the Old Man’s voice

The episode dealt in a subtle way with the actual ever-present fear of being an adult and the expectations from others that we have to carry, society expects everyone to be on equal ground to be a successful and settled down adult that can handle their responsibilities alone and not be a failure in the system, the fear of not being free anymore or the fear of not having the right to fuck up anymore, and the sadness and anxiety that comes when you can’t meet those expectations or can’t be the adult that you wanted to be, like woah, these guys are in their mid-thirties, scared and with minimum-wage jobs, that can’t barely handle their real lives but they still found the way to be happy around them, they just needed to be honest to those they love the most and accept life with their ups and downs. Talking About Getting RealTM AND HELLO? They only needed each other to be reminded that they are just normal adults even if they’re not successful and completely responsible and they sometimes fuck up in this uncertain life and that’s okay? and that they can actually still be fun-loving guys even if they’re adults now, like hello? great I gotta be honest when I saw the ep i didn’t like it but when i cooled down my head and saw it a second time to analyze and as An Adult In The MakingTM, It hit me hard the real fear these ppl were facing during the comedy and the lying, they loved each other and they only needed to be honest to understand that love isn’t conditioned by how successful you are. A+ ep, would watch it again.

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