#i love that I am just a crying pig in a hoodie that is so pog

[tableintheteacherslounge]

Abbott Elementary S03E07 thoughts

Melissa having a spare room baring in mind we’ve seen her house feels fake sorry - How will she have a room mate but noone look at her pictures and keep control of her kitchen. I get its gonna be for plot but i don’t buy it

I’m w ava that’s a woman who just found out she’s not pregnant - that’s a woman who’s been successfully slutting it up (how’s she gonna slut it up with a roommate)

Omg protective barb 🥺 (ALSO BARBS RIGHT BC MEL WOULDNT GIVE OUT HER ADDRESS WILLINGLY)

AS SOON AS SHE SAID NERD I THOUGHT JACOB

“I know its gods will but hes gotten awfully creative” 😭😭😭😭😭

I love it when Mr johnson lore gets unlocked

Manny and the beard whew 😮‍💨 I was literally wondering where he was so I’m glad they’re using him again

Janine ur SO SMART this is such a good idea and not like a janine unnecessarily fixing a problem like an actual good idea- good job babygirl

Not ava spilling the tea to the whole room

Ponytail melissa at home is so personal to me, I love that this continues from s2, this is just who she is, she throws her hair up when she’s at home. I like that she’s wearing the eagles hoodie we’ve seen before too. Love the hair, makeup & costume details on this show

“I only know how to cook for 12” 😭

Finally mel talking about her breakup! Damn maybe it really was “im not bringing this to school” this whole time

Also Gary being a dead ringer for her dad?? I’m not saying my headcanons are more correct than the show but I disagree with this statement. Gary is not schemmenti coded.

Omg the jacob melissa work momming work sonning ive been dreaming of

“And dont forget theres a 3 booked limit 😒” barb is PISSED and i LOVE IT

“Oh i know what a google doctor is 😤”

Barb really is the best character on tv im sorry noone can do it like sheryl lee ralph like they just cant Shes everything

Janine forgetting the key term (pottery wheel) in her analogy she is so me

“Jacob if u dont like my ziti just say so and i will heave myself out that window” 😭😭

“I went to find mr johnson but he was still crying” NO 😭💔 hes just a sensitive guy 😔

“Mrs howard i blew down the house” 🥺🤏🏻 I love the kids being so central in this ep, I’ve missed that recently, and the kindergarteners are soooo cute

“🐷 I am a pig 🐺 i am a wolf 😄 and im a librarian who thinks she can just change everything around here 👋” IJBOL no please give sheryl another emmy I beg

“This programme is more of a distraction than an improvement” that’s teaaa actually. Thats so often what councils etc do, distract with new flashy things rather than fix the real problems. Even though in this case it’s well meaning it does make u think how big a priority should the library actually be? But actually children reading is super important and what did they say last season? The librarian was an alexa in glasses? 🤣

“You okay? You look like raven having a vision” 😭 you don’t understand how often i say this

I have thoughts on Barbara’s intentions and my instinct is gregory needs to keep her name out his mouth. I do think it’s really important that Janine stood up to Barbara, just maybe gregory made barbara seem worse than she was

“It’s been a rough week I could use the pick me up” i just love mr johnson

My immediate reaction was this one of my favourite episodes of the season - lots of excellent Barb moments, the kids, more mr johnson, story arcs I enjoyed and felt completed.

Janine standing up to Barbara was a really big deal for her considering her hatred of conflict and worship of barbara as a mother figure. It made me really proud to see how far janine has come.

But the longer since watching the less I like it. And it’s two main things:

- the jacob melissa room mate situation feels like jumping the shark for plots sake and not something realistic for those characters. So as much as I enjoy them and their dynamic and their growth it just feels fake.

- I dont care about the librarian. The set up feels like she could stick around and I just don’t care for new characters, I like my main people. (But then the same apprehension was had w the district people and they’ve not seemed to be around much).

I do still really like this ep and it definitely ranks highly in the season, just idk, some eps I enjoy more over time but this has made me feel more confused as to what will happen next I guess.

#abbott elementary #abbott elementary season 3 #abbott elementary s3

[ghastlygirl71]

a fat girls valentines day

ed imagine (๑•ૅㅁ•๑)

you wake up to your phone’ s alarm faintly screaming underneath your pillow. turning it off, you roll to the side as your fat stomach flops down on soft blankets. its 7 am and youre supposed to get ready for school. your friends want to match outfits , but theres nothing you can really wear and pull off. everything hugs you a little too tightly in the wrong places , making the imperfections on your body more prominent. dresses make you look pathetic, like a tub of lard — jeans make your front “butt” obvious from any angle. tight shirts look gross, and loose hoodies make you look sloppy. fat is the worst accessory.

rolling out of bed , your feet slam into the carpet causing an audible thud; something youve been insecure about ever since you gained so much weight. months of constant bingeing build up on your body , no matter how much you tried to hide it. your friends try to be polite but everyone’s concerned for you. walking towards your beatdown dresser , you pull out a soft pink sweater and jean shorts. these shorts are just loose enough that you can hide your large belly.

after you shove the clothes on , you rush to the kitchen and grab yourself a large serving of strawberry waffles, honey sausage and scrambled eggs. you cover breakfast in whipped cream and syrup and shovel food down your throat. syrup drips onto your new sweater, staining it. no matter what you eat when youre fat you always look like a pig. just as your scrapping your plate for the last bites your mom walks into the kitchen. shes always been your ideal, a thin figure with a slim waist and healthy hair. its been your dream to get prettier than her , after all the comments on what you eat, your body and the way you look, but you couldnt do it. i guess food was just too important.

“good morning honey! is that what youre wearing to school?” she smiles and glares at the sticky brown stains covering your top. “yeah.. i wanted to wear pink for valentines day.” pushing your plate away you go to brush your hair and wash up. its a disappointment to see your body in the mirror, so you brush your hair on your bed. afterwards you cram your fat feet into black converse , and you grab your tote bag, ( which looks significantly small compared to your large build) and rush out the door . your stepdad is waiting in the car and he glares at you as you force yourself in the backseat. he doesnt bother speaking to you on the ride to school, hes never liked big people and has made that clear.

by the time you get to school you want to cry . cold air slaps your face and wind pushes against you as you walk across campus, ignoring lingering eyes. every snicker convinces you people are talking about you. you push damaged hair out of your face as you look for your friend , gabby. she departs from the crowd and runs towards you, her face distorting as she looks you up and down.

“ y/n! happy valentines day..!” she gives a vague smile while standing a few feet away. hopefully she doesnt have a specific reason for this, but youre pretty sure its because of your vulgar looks. nobody wants to be seen with the whale. “happy valentines! you look so pretty, i love the dress.” a pink silk dress grabs at her small waist and compliments her figure perfectly. she paired it with white pearls and lace stockings, you’ve never been so jealous. if only you were smaller, you could wear whatever. you’d have the best fashion taste if you were just 30lbs less. thats what you think. “thanks. lets walk to class.” she grabs your arm and leads you down the hall. you feel so out of place in the neatly decorated school, with all the prettiest girls. you feel inferior.

during class time you sit in the back , making few noises as to not attract any attention. you shrink into yourself and try not to bother the boys sitting next to you. they’ve always bullied you because you were not only a girl; but an unattractive girl. i guess nobody sees you as an actual person? you look down at your lap to see thighs that spill over the small chair. you wish you wore sweatpants instead. gabby sits in the front of class, and even though she doesn’t participate either , nobody cares. by the time the bell rings for lunch you are halfway out the door, your stomach rumbling. you haven’t eaten in four hours!

your grubby hands reach for the dry chicken sandwiches in the lunch line, along with two servings of fries, a mandatory apple and a small raisin cookie you bought. you don ‘t even like raisins, but you need something sweet. you sit down next to the large trashcans and doorway, gorging yourself on mediocre school food. gabby doesnt pay any attention to you as she walks past , going to sit with some skinny sluts. if you got to know them they wouldn’t be that bad of people, but you cant help being jealous. once you finish your lunch, you toss the disposable tray and walk towards the vending machines. what will you get today? theres sour candy, reeses, even honeybuns! you purchase a large honeybun, chocolate rice krispie, and a funsize bag of potato chips. you dont have enough lunchtime to finish these snacks, but you need to binge. theres a large lump in your throat and you feel dizzy as you rush to the school bathroom, deciding to skip gym in favor of gobbling down sweet snacks.

once you finish eating, you start to cry. you’ve basically forgotten its valentines day. while everyone else is delivered flowers and lollipops from secret admirers, you sit in a bathroom stall to small for your large body and sob. why is life so unfair? you try so hard, but nothing ever works. except you dont. you have no self control when it comes to food, you just eat whatever. maybe if you ate healthier, worked out more, and ate in a calorie deficit. then maybe you’d be normal .

when school ends, you decide to walk home instead of taking the bus. you cant stand to sit next to all those judging eyes. now is the time, you’ve decided, to get rid of this disgusting body. all this lard will be gone after a few months of dedication. when you get home, you flop into bed and sleep for the next 7 hours.

its fine though, you’ ll start tomorrow!

#ana imagine #th1n$po #th1nsp1r4t10n #th11n$p0 #4n4m14 #th1nsp0 imagine

[subscribe2technoblade]

made a lil comic based on your tags bc i thought it would be funny —————————————— Yoooooo I didn’t see this until now omg this is hilarious and exactly the energy I was going for lmao

#/gen #i love that I am just a crying pig in a hoodie that is so pog #ily ty for this submission 💕💕💕💕 #submission

[artzychic27]

In honor of the glorious pride month (Coming up soon), please enjoy these Miraculous Pride Headcanons!

Inspired by this post by @transvoltronhc

You a TERF? Fuck off, beeyatch!

Marinette- The Pan Trans Queen we all Need 🏳️‍⚧️

She/Her- Pansexual/Polyamorous

Every time Marinette inhales, a terf gets punched

Every time Marinette exhales, a trans kid gets a flag

She and Nathaniel supply the face paint

She’s very vocal at pride and gets super violent with protesters

Marinette: *Punching protester while her friends cheer* I don’t wanna see your disgusting face here ever again, you filthy pig! Same goes for the rest of you!

Terfs go to protest, walk away covered in bruises and with a tiny crush on the bluenette

Got into a muscle-flexing contest and won first

Dyed her hair the colors of the pan flag and walks around with a brightly colored, bedazzled trans flag cape

Supplies juice boxes and cookies for the pride kids

She and Marc pass out colorful binders, flower crowns, and starter makeup kits

Drag Queens and Kings LOVE her and are always giving her hugs whenever she walks by / She’s even been commissioned by them to make outfits for their next shows. The audience loved them

Alya- The Badass Pansexual Pirate 🏴‍☠️

She/Her but is not opposed to They/Them

Actually has dressed like a pirate with a sword the colors of her flag. Anarka was so proud

Will punch TERFs with their Pan bestie any day

Ships random people

Leaves many girls swooning as she walks by in her thigh high leather boots

Alya: Sorry ladies, I’m spoken for. *Kisses Nino*

No one dares to flirt with her because she’s out of everyone’s league

One protester made a transphobic comment about Nino, and Alya immediately hit em with a frying Pan

The chaotic aunt of pride

Death drops are flawless!

Hands out phone cases they painted the colors of different pride flags

Born This Way is her anthem

Has many pride-themed superhero tank-tops ‘Super Gay 4 Super Girl’ ‘I’m Bi Man’ ‘Deadpool was at Stonewall’

Nino- The Insanely Cool Bi Trans Guy 😎🏳️‍⚧️

He/Him

Marinette made him a bedazzled cape so they could match

Mari and Kim’s brother in Transness

Dresses in hoodies no matter how hot it is

One of the mom friends. / Everyone wants to be adopted by him. / He once put everyone on baby leashes so they wouldn’t wander off

Everyone refers to him as “Trans DJ Jesus” because he wore sandals with a long curly wig one time. (To this day, no one knows why he did it)

Takes a five-minute break to Vogue with the drag queens

Supplies the music while skateboarding. He blasts every gay national anthem known to humankind

Alya, Adrien, Marinette, and Kim are very protective of him. Once, a TERF pushed him to the ground. Alya, Marinette, and Kim beat up the TERF while Adrien treated his friend to some ice cream

Adrien- Shit! We lost the baby! 🏳️‍🌈😱

He/Him & She/Her- Bigender/Bisexual/Polyamorous

Can’t stop, won’t stop wandering off because he’s never been to a Pride parade before

He was surprised at how accepting his father was. Although, it probably had something to do with Nathalie and Gorilla threatening to expose him as Hawkmoth if he didn’t let Adrien go

The class goes ballistic whenever she goes missing and will interrogate anyone

Myléne: *Interrogating a drag queen* Are you hiding him in your wig?! / Marinette: Get her out! She’s so frail! Her dad doesn’t feed her! / Nino: Found him! He was getting ice cream. / Myléne: ... You are free to go.

Nino has to put him on a baby leash every time

Drinks the most juice boxes and eats the most ice cream

Can’t tell when he’s being flirted with / Rando: Hey, cutie. / Adrien: ... My name is Adrien.

Bigender legwarmers, bracelets, and headbands

Dresses in pastels every year, and people just wanna hug him / He's happy to oblige and will hug anyone / Vows to hug the hate out of protesters

Every time Adrien smiles or laughs, a transgender child is accepted by friends and family and then gets a flower crown

Keeps getting asked if she and Marinette are dating. / Adrien: No, we’re just shopping buddies. (Secretly wishes for more)

A girl once asked if he was Cinderella when he wore a blue headband, and he immediately said yes. Now every week for Pride month, she dresses as a different Disney Princess

Nearly fainted when Marinette and Luka entered a flexing contest and Luka’s sleeves tore

Kim- Mari and Nino’s Bi brother in Trans Pride🏳️‍⚧️

He/Him & They/Them- Gender nonconforming

Kim: I’m a guy, I like blouses and heels, deal with it, people!

Kim/Mari/Nino: Bedazzled Cape Squad!

Muscle shirts and converse sneakers / Has a tank top that reads, ‘I flexed so hard the sleeves came off’

Got into a muscle-flexing contest against Luka and Marinette and got third place (No one beats Marinette)

Also can’t tell when they’re being flirted with

Alix and Max convinced him to dress in drag, and he went all out. Now he has the respect of many drag queens. And every pride parade, he wears heels and a huge wig

Gives everyone (Mainly Max) piggyback rides

Asked Max to be his boyfriend at one pride parade, and people thought it was so cute! They named that day, ‘Kimax Day’

Max- Not a Robot, I’m Agender 🤖

They/Them

Has many pride tank-tops and pins with puns / ‘Error 404 Gender Not Found’ ‘I Don’t Speak Binary Code’ ‘2/3 of the Invisible Trio’

Has Marinette paint their cheeks the colors of the agender and asexual flags

Has one of those digital backpacks with pixelated images on the front

Downloads Pride songs for Markov to blasts from their speakers

When they and Alix convinced Kim to dress in drag, Max may or may not have drooled a bit

Progress Pride Flag cape, socks, and nails

When protestors attack, Max goes all LGBT scientist on their butts, explaining the difference between gender and sex, what hormone blockers actually do, and how not every gay person has AIDS

Once beat up a sleazy protester for... Feeling Kim down there / Max: *Hitting protester with a baseball bat* If you ever do that again, I will fit Markov with a laser and have them slice your rotten dick off!

Marinette and Nathaniel helped them make pride bracelets with the sexualities and gender identities written in binary code. The pride nerds LOVED them

Nathaniel: Our Beautiful BiRomantic Son 🎨

He/Him

He and Marinette paint everyone’s faces before every pride parade

Painted an asexual heart on his Bi flag and wore it as a cape

Cuffed jeans, boots, tucked-in shirt, beanie, pride buttons / Paints pride flags on his denim jacket and shorts

Marc does his makeup, and he looks fabulous

His grandma teaches him how to fight in case of violent Christian protesters / Grandma: Sweetie, you’re Jewish and Bisexual, the world is gonna tear you apart. Learn how to give a mean left hook.

Once took over a face painting booth, now he does it every Pride Month

Enters the 'Crush a watermelon between your thighs' contest every time and always wins first

Saw couples cosplaying as Mightillustrator and Inverser, and cried tears of joy

He and Marc cosplay as couples at every pride parade. The fan favorites are Keith and Lance, Tweek and Craig, and Michael and Rich

CANNOT have too much sugar or he goes crazy and wakes up with no memories of what he did

The next day after an intense sugar high, people were saluting as he walked by and calling him ‘General of the Bisexual Battalion’ / He’s not complaining or questioning it / He has an army now and will one day take over all of Europe. Then the world.

Marc: The Rainbow Flag has Taken a Human Form🏳️‍🌈

Nonbinary- He/Him & They/Them

A True Pride Legend

Born on June 1st at a pride parade.

A singer helped deliver him, his cord was cut by a sword Lesbian, he was swaddled in a drag queen’s glitter cape, and their name was thought of by a drag king

This moment was so beautiful that many protesters cried and decided to join the parade

Everyone will literally stop what they’re doing just to get a picture with them / Everyone loves Marc!

Got into a splits contest and won

Makes flower crowns and knits rainbow flag scarves to pass out to everyone

Certified Mom Friend

Does everyone's makeup

Loses his shit when his shorter friends get lost in crowds

Hugs pride kids who were forced to sneak out or were kicked out of their homes then buys them ice cream / He and Nathaniel have adopted over fifty Pride kids who were kicked out of their homes

Joins Adrien in dressing like a Disney Princess. He SLAYED as Snow White

It may not seem like it, but Marc can throw a punch and fight with one hand right behind their back

Beat up a transphobic asshole for trying to “correct” a trans boy by forcing himself onto him. / They never did find the man’s body. In fact, all of his personal information was gone. Almost like he had never even existed... / Marc looks cute, but he can be terrifying when he needs to be

Alix: Two Out of 3 💚💜🖤🤍

She/Her & They/Them

Leaves many girls swooning as they skate by

Devious little shit

She doesn’t beat up protesters like her classmates. She pranks them until they cry / One year, they all ended up covered in rainbow glitter and pink feathers / Adrien and Rose help them make glitter bombs to throw at protesters, then they run away giggling

Wears sarcastic Pride shirts and black shorts with her roller skates

She and Jalil come out to their father every June

Alix: Father. I am AroAce! / Jalil: Also, I am gay! / Alim: Kids, I know. You’ve been doing this every year. / Jalil: Well... Thank you for being an ally!

This is the only time she’ll wear makeup / She wears it like war paint. Only it’s rainbow

Drinks the most juice out of everyone

Ships people with Alya. SHIPPING BUDS!

Myléne: Smol Asexual Bean ♠️

She/Her

Goes all out for Pride Month / Rolls around in glitter with Rose and Sabrina before every parade

Dyes her hair all rainbow / Wears a ‘Shakespeare was Here’ shirt with her asexual flag skirt

Has also beaten up homophobes and transphobes

Is the most vocal when it comes to putting those assholes in their place. Ivan has to hold her back sometimes

After an acephobe after they made certain comments (You ace folk know what I’m talkin ‘bout) She roundhouse kicked them / Every protester knows not to mess with the bohemian girl

Will blast The PROM soundtrack at max volume from her phone

Cosplays as musical characters. Veronica Sawyer was a fan favorite

Part of the “Where the Hell is Adrien?” Squad

Ivan: My Girlfriend is Stronger than Me, and it’s So Hot 💪😍

Prefers He/Him but is cool with other pronouns - Questioning his gender so isn’t using any labels right now

The responsible auncle

Mari and Alya’s partner in Pansexuality/ He can’t help if everyone is attractive, he just can’t!

Looks like he can kill you, but is actually a cinnamon role. Myléne on the other hand...

Has let Marc do their makeup and nails, and looks gorgeous!

Did drag. Slayed. Rocks those three-inch heels.

Tank tops and shorts club

Like Marinette, no one dares to flirt with him. Not because he’s out of their league, but because they’re scared of his girlfriend

Dyes his blonde tuft pastel pink every year

More pacifistic than her friends are when it comes to protesters, but if the right buttons are pressed, hell shall be raised

They join Alya and Alix in shipping random people

Rose: The Lovely Lipstick Lesbian💄

She/Her- Breaking lesbian stereotypes est. 2004

The kind aunt who supports all of her niblings

Has been going to pride with her dads since she was born/ One of her dads is a retired drag queen

Wears her rainbow fairy wings every year

Has a lesbian flag with dozens of girls' phone numbers written on it. / Doesn’t wear it anymore now that she has Juleka

Throws fistfuls of glitter at protesters and yells at them, “LIGHTEN UP!”

Sprinkles glitter on pride kids and tells them to sparkle

Marinette helps her make rainbow unicorn plushies to hand out to children every year

Dresses as Disney Princesses with Adrien and Marc. Princess Squad!

Bakes cookies to pass around

Drag Kings and Queens love this girl! She’s cute, loud, and carries glitter everywhere

Butch lesbians learn not to flirt with her after their encounter with Juleka

To piss of protesters, she dipped Juleka and kissed her for ten whole seconds / Rose: I bet your husbands don’t love you like that. / Drag Queens: BUUUUUURN!

Juleka: The Gay Witch 🖤🏳️‍🌈

She/Her & They/Them - Total lesbian

Was there when Marc was born, and will never forget that day. (She has an impressive memory, even as a baby)

They swore they saw a rainbow when he was born

Dresses as a witch and wears red eye contacts to every pride event so she freaks out protesters

Has actually cursed them / They just bought the spellbook off of Amazon

Carries around a rainbow parasol

Carries Rose under every threshold she comes across

Is a lot louder at pride events than on regular days

She actually sang Girls Like Girls up on stage, and everyone went wild

Sometimes wears suits

When they saw Rose being flirted with by some butch lesbians, they went ballistic / Now the butch lesbians are terrified of her forever

She and Luka help out with painting her friends’ nails and dying their hair

Dyes her hair rainbow every pride month

Luka: The Responsible Hot & Chaotic Auncle 💖💚💙

Agender- They/Them, He/Him, She/Her - Polysexual/Polyamorous

“For me, gender is like silence... I’m just not into it.”

Doesn’t really care what pronouns people use for him

Wears dresses to every pride parade. Anarka and Juleka have never been so proud

Is always doing drag cosplay. Marc and Nathaniel have never been so proud / They had people gawking when they did Jessica Rabbit cosplay

Purposely bends over in front of people, while wearing leggings, skirts, skinny jeans, or short shorts. Marinette, Kagami, and Adrien got nosebleeds

Marinette/Kagami/Adrien: Luka's ass in those shorts is a Godsend.

Dyes her hair rainbow every pride parade

The minute June starts, they’ll get up in the morning, grab their Polysexual flag, and just run around the city

Has been coming up with Pride songs to sing at protesters. Many of the songs insult them. / Luka: Okay! This one goes out to the trash behind barriers, it’s called, “Please shut the fuck up, you homophobic dildos!”

Got into a flexing contest and won second, but at the cost of their sequined sleeves

Asked Adrien, Marinette, and Kagami to be his significant others at a pride event. They all said yes

Has carried Adrien and Marinette on her biceps, and Kagami on her shoulders

Adrien: ... I marrying them first. / Marinette: Get in the back of the line, blonde wonder! / Kagami: Both of you move to the back.

Kagami: While You Were Busy Being Hetero, I Studied the Blade 🗡

She/Her - PanRomantic/Polyamorous

Surprisingly, her mother was very supportive. She even bought Kagami a rainbow sword / Turns out, Tamoe had a few flings herself. 😉

Kagami came out to the whole fencing team by wearing a pansexual-flag print fencing mask. Adrien squealed all through practice

She didn’t quite understand what polyamory meant and was confused as to why she had crushes on Adrien, Marinette, and Luka at the same time

After a bit of explaining and reassuring her that it was totally normal and not being disloyal to a partner, Kagami came to terms with being polyamorous

Tamoe allowed Kagami to go to her first Pride Parade. On the condition that she take her sword to ward off protesters

She was so overwhelmed and wasn’t entirely sure what to do until she found Marinette, Luka, and Adrien in the crowd with their friends

The four of them hung out together and got closer

Believes Adrien in pastels is one of the purest things on Earth

When Marinette and Luka entered the flexing contest, Kagami had to keep Adrien and herself from fainting

When Luka asked her, Marinette, and Adrien to be his significant others she tried to resist the urge to jump and squeal, but couldn’t hold it in

Likes it when Marinette wraps her trans flag around her. It’s so warm

Chased off a protester and TERF with her sword. They said some shit about Marinette being ‘fake’, Luka being ‘greedy’, and Adrien being a ‘pansy’, and she just snapped / While screaming in rapid Japanese, she chased about fifty protesters away. Her SOs were so proud.

Sabrina: The Ginger Gent 👑🏳️‍🌈

She/Her, He/Him in Drag- PanRomantic

Rolls around in glitter, as is a Drag tradition

Dresses in drag. / The Ginger Gent is her drag king name and she’s got like a glam rocker theme going on

Sequined leather jacket, coiffed toupee, glitter makeup

Started doing drag when she was twelve. Her dad supported her wholeheartedly and even entered her in junior drag contests. She took first place three times

Sometimes puts on private drag shows for Chloé. (Nothing weird!)

Marinette helps makes most of her costumes

Luka’s partner in Drag / Together, they kick ass and still look glamorous

A makeup expert (Next to Marc)

Roger taught her self defense / If you're going to Pride, learn to fight

Has taken down thirty protesters, his hair still looks awesome, and there's not a sequin out of place.

Chloé: The Badass Polysexual Demigirl 💖💚💙

She/Her and They/Them

Not really that attracted to guys

Best dressed. / Marc/Luka/Sabrina: She wishes!

Only allows Marc to do their makeup, no one else!

She has her own float in the parade / She passes out rainbow boas

Taking names and kicking butt

Has actually choked a protester with their flag and they don't do a thing about it since they're the mayor's child

Chloe: It pays to have political power. / Marinette: In this situation.

Doesn't tell people, but they came to Marinette, Nino, and Kim about gender stuff when they were questioning their identity

The day was spent teaching Chloe about the trans spectrum until she found the gender that felt right to her

Whenever Chloe gets excited, she makes out with the first girl she comes across. / Many young female protesters started questioning things when the blonde's lips grazed against theirs'

#miraculous ladybug #lgbt headcanons #everyone is gay #happy pride 🌈 #love is love #nathaniel x marc #rose x juleka #marinette x adrien x luka x kagami #kim x max #trans Kim #trans Nino #trans Marinette #brotp #lukadrinette #lukadrigaminette #lgbt pride #lgbtq #lesbian #gay #bisexual #transgender #pansexual #asexual #nonbinary #Aromantic #akuma class #polyamory

[accio-victuuri]

The BXG Starter Pack / Life of a BXG 🤍

This is an expanded and updated version of a post I made before about things I have to live with as a BXG. it’s based on my experience and what I see, so what I write here may not be identical to yours. some of these may be applied to c-ent fandom in general.

• Using Apps and sites you don’t fully understand -

Whether it’s Weibo or streaming sites like Tencent or Youku, it is where firsthand information comes from. Weibo to check the supertopic and the boys’ accounts daily. Even if you don’t get it all, give it time and you will find blogs that you wanna follow. Fan sites that you watch out for. Even with the language barrier, as long as it’s about GG/ Web, it doesn’t really matter. You get an understanding of what’s on it one way or another. Google translate is there, tho not always reliable. As time passes by, you will get the sense of what accounts to look at for unbiased translations.

I’ve been using Wb for quite some time and tho there is alot of information, you have to careful in what you take out and bring to international platforms. Even if alot of people are posting/sharing it, it doesn’t mean you have to.

• Spotting a BXG from a mile away with what they eat and wear -

Being that person with the white nike bag and GG’s red bracelet. Wearing the signature gray/orange cardigan or the blue/white striped shirt. VLONE hoodie. Or drinking the Love drink. Eating 3+2 crackers and wonton. Using a black portable fan similar to what they used that summer. A cute Boxiao Keychain attached to your bag. All the little things will cue you on what fandom the person is from.

Even trying things you know they like. Coriander. Trying spicy hotpot even if you can’t tolerate anything spicy. Getting that green tea brewed and ready for you. lol. Becoming a fan of their favorites singers like Stefanie Sun and Li Ronghai. Just absorbing it all. You are what you love so it’s natural to check out the things they love.

• enjoying the creative content by the fandom -

the amount of content generated by this fandom, from c-fans and international alike is astounding. you will never be bored. If the boys are quiet and it’s a slow day, you can always look at this. From FANART/ FANVID to FANFICTION. There is a lot. Some artists even have their own following. You have characters like Bobi and Zanbi becoming our favorites and gaining some popularity of their own. The fictional child Suo. All the BoXiao Cinematic Universe pairings. lol. ChenWei or Xie yun x All characters by GG. the possibilities are endless!

If you look at fan merch for BoXiao — you will cry. Everything is beautiful and you know it’s made with love by BXGs. It’s one of my absolute favorite things as a BXG, is to look at the art and buy if I can. 🤍

• normal things having a different meaning to you -

I mean this in a way that red and green does not equal to Christmas to you anymore. It’s now LGLR. It’s now a representation of GG/Web’s favorite colors. A pig? Oh that’s Bobo! A lion? A panther? That’s him too. How about a rabbit? That’s GG. Do you see the time? Let me interpret that into a Kadian that totally favors my CPN. Is it summer and the heat is sweltering? Oh. This must be what the summer of 2018 felt like for them.

• melting from all the cuteness -

I’ve always liked cute things but this fandom just brings out so much cute art? And can we talk about the dolls? 🥲 I am especially fond of photos where they take the dolls to events. idk. Maybe it’s just me and I know this stuff is not for everyone but i think we can all agree that these gives you good vibes. 🤍 i know some of you prefer to collect standees and those are amazing too.

• enriching your “attention to detail” skills -

The people in this fandom can be detectives with the things they pick up in photos and videos. Tho sometimes it can be overanalysis, I gotta hand it to them for going that far. for researching. The amount of galaxy brain. There are things you also immediately pick up because of the past candies you consumed. The jewelry. The clothes. What they say. The people around them. There are times you don’t even have to that much and it will click.

Accounts here and other ones that do analysis/candy posts can literally eat up your day. I remember lurking here very early on and losing alot of time checking bxg sites. 😂

• multi tasking like a pro -

This is happening more and more for the past months. Mid 2020 to now cause they have alot of projects going on. The hardest? When they have appearances in the same day — in different stations. Hello NYE show! Or even if they are in the same event, you have to keep up with the two of them.

There is never a dull moment cause sometimes one of them is quiet and one just dumps all content on us. It’s a common misconception from outsiders that all we care about is CPN and sexualizing GG/Web. lol. It’s not. You are basically stanning two separate people. Two of the hottest stars in CHN who have alot going on in their career. We do what so/os do basically, in terms of supporting them. Watching their shows. Posting and talking about what’s new with them and so on.

• having so much content you have to save alot -

all the photos. all the videos. all the content. There is just so many. How will your phone memory survive? lol. Do you all keep folders neatly organized or you just keep them all in one place? I personally keep a list of links and oftentimes save things that I feel like will be deleted at some point.

• knowing what you can post or not -

It’s something I have learned specifically with this fandom. It is a tough learning process and sometimes you are just so excited to share but you have to check first. If you find someone posting a possibly harmful information, you can tell them in a nice way. We are not some reporting cult out to get people. A simple message is enough.

I wanna add here having some background politically in what’s going on in CHN. Or what is the reason why some things are the way they are in C-ent fandoms. It’s not required ofcourse. But it’s very helpful. I started not caring at all but I find that it helps you in anticipating what will happen or why things happen.

• learning to be smart about things you read and what other people tell you -

This is not limited to fandom but life in general. I’ve talked about this in detail before but it bears repeating. It is hard to distinguish what is true and not in this space. You have the language barrier and antis to make things hard for you and it’s really tricky if you’re new. So ask, ask people in this space. You don’t have to believe us 100% but it’s never a good thing to just look at one source and run with it. Especially shady youtube and instagram accounts who also post drama leaks and videos of them leaving and entering their hotels. EVEN IF IT’S CPN CONTENT. You have to be careful.

• living a life outside of the fandom and taking a step back -

Once in awhile this has to be done. Enjoy other things. You are allowed to have other fandoms and stuff that bring you joy outside of GG/Web. There is really no checklist of how to be a true fan. No one is in the position to tell you that you are not good enough as a fan. If you don’t like a particular piece they are doing because you are not comfortable with it’s theme — go ahead. You don’t like the song because the message is against your values — sure, don’t listen to it. These two always promote not being too caught up in your online life that you forget the real one. And it’s something I’ve always appreciated about them.

This also ties in with having to pick your battles and letting things go. You don’t have to engage in each and every person who is obviously just trying to get a reaction out of you. Block accounts who blatantly insult you. We are BXGs, if they don’t like the content— well, it’s not for them. We are not making it for them.

• meeting lots of cool people -

I won’t name people on here incase i miss someone but i genuinely interacted with cool people on here. It’s very easy to reach out to fellow bxg just to chat or if you have a question. It’s a good time! Or even if you don’t end up interacting cause that’s not your thing and you just want to lurk— that’s cool too.

I like looking at posts of people randomly seeing a bxg IRL and getting along because of shared interest. I have yet to meet one in real life.

• attending fandom events -

This may not be your thing but I’m interested in events that fans organize. Especially c-fans. The amount of offline support they do for the boys look like so much fun but tbh i will not thrive in social situations so I will just observe from a distance. Seeing them attend events together and support the boys. The art exhibits. Meet ups. Literal BXG events to showcase fan merch and everything. It’s a whole world of it’s own.

C-BXGs just coming together for a good time and even charity work is really one that i love to post about and bring to my space.

• adding China to your must visit place -

Before CQL and BoXiao, I didn’t even have China on my must visit place. Tho I love Taiwan and visited HK quite a few times for Disneyland, I didn’t actively add it on my list. Great wall of China? Sure. That would be cool, but I had other places in Asia I wanna visit or just go back to. BUT NOW. Oh now. I really wanna go to Chongqing and Luoyang. Go to Beijing. Go to Shanghai. Changsha. Visit and have a tour of Hengdian studios!😅

• buying endorsements - This is optional. I always say to support them if you can. Not everyone is a rich jiejie who can buy 850 copies of their magazine. Plus some live far away and costs to ship are so high. But it’s not a secret that a fan’s spending power matters in C-ent. and this is something that some of us have adapted. If it’s one you like and you can use, why not right?

The struggle of getting things before they sellout. Of hoping your packages don’t get lost and you won’t have to wait so long. Discovering new things to enjoy because they endorsed it. Consuming alot of yogurt. lol. 🙃

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There is alot of going on in the life of a BXG, so we don’t have time to actively look at the negative and pick fights. It’s the good life we got going on. 🌈 I hope whoever is reading this will continue to have fun in this fandom. 🤍

#bjyx #yizhan #personal

[haloshornsinkstains]

Carrying This Imagination, I'll Go

The aftermath of the Inarizaki vs Karasuno game and how it affected y/n, their manager, and her relationship with the team.

Kita x F!Reader (but its pretty mild)

cw: female reader, attempts at writing Kansai dialect

a/n: i’m debating turning this one into a series, I have ideas and I've written some of it past this chapter but still it may be a while between chapters if I do. At least until work eases up and I’m not pulling overtime so much.

As the ball hit the floor you felt your heart lodge itself in your throat, grip white knuckled against the edge of the bench as your muscles screamed at you to move. There would be time for that later, you told yourself, blinking back tears as you watched your boys congratulate the other team before turning to line up and bow. The few simple words of thanks lingering in the air like the bittersweet sting of a wound. They filed out of the hall, a line of bowed heads and black jerseys, and still you couldn't let yourself move. Not until the coach rested a gentle hand on your back did you unfurl your fingers and slowly push yourself to your feet.

"C'mon l/n. They'll need ya around."

You nodded, exhaling a long sigh as you glanced towards the bottles on the side. "I'll get water."

You didn't see his small frown as you collected the empty bottles and headed for the taps, smiling at the other teams manager as you passed. 

"Hope to see ya around. Good luck."

She smiled softly in return and you could almost feel the burning jealousy of her team on your back. Not that you could blame them, she was gorgeous. 

"For once he's right." You chuckle. "Next year Shin, ya better be watchin' us 'cause we're gonna win Nationals."

Later you carried the newly filled bottles through the corridor, listening for the loud shouts of your idiots. You find them not long after by the stairs, just in time to hear the Captain's soft spoken admission and Atsumu's impassioned reply. You smile up at them, holding the bottles aloft.

"Yeah! An' when I'm a famous volleyball player yer better tell all ya friends that ya taught me!"

You shake your head and behind him Suna laughs, clapping one hand on the blonde setter’s shoulder. “Oh don’t worry Tsumu, I’ll tell everyone plenty of stories about you.”

You dissolve into full blown giggles, memories of the plentiful escapades of the Miya twins flashing behind your eyes and the bottles of water forgotten at your feet. You don’t see the way Kita’s face softens into a smile as he watches you, the pain of the loss softened a little by the antics of his team. Suna though, his analytical gaze doesn’t miss the affection in the captain's eyes, and he nods his head just a little at the older man. Eventually your breathing evens out and you wipe a few stray tears from the corners of your eyes, nodding towards the water bottles.

“Well I didn’t lug all this water here for ya to not drink it! It was a long game, grab a drink everyone.” You hand out the bottles with a smile, turning to glance over your shoulder once they’re all drinking. “When yer all done we’re heading back to the hotel, and you stinky boys are going straight to the bath.”

“Oi! We don’t stink!” Atsumu’s outburst sent water and spit flying all over Osamu and Aran, and you burst into giggles all over again as both men smacked him in retaliation, Osamu yelling at his twin for being a disgusting scrub.

Before another fight could break out between the Miya’s you heard Kita clearing his throat, levelling them both with a stern look. “A hot bath will do all of our muscles good.”

You offered him a soft smile in return and nodded. “See, Captain knows. C’mon stinky boys.”

Amidst the grumbles the team headed back towards the bus, you falling into step besides Suna with a chuckle. Gently you bumped your shoulder against his arm.

“You did real good out there Rin. Glasses really got on yer nerves huh?” You hummed, glancing at him sideways. 

“Hmm. Surprised you aren’t crying yet.” He chuckled, gently ruffling your hair. “You were sobbing when we lost to Itachiyama.”

“Later. Lookin’ after you boys comes first.”

“We had the same idea.”

The tears didn’t fall until you were washing the jerseys, as much as they didn’t really need them the next day it gave you some time to be alone. A place to cry, hidden from the boys you wanted to be strong for, the sound of your sniffles drowned out by the hum of the machine. Under the dull hum you didn’t hear the sound of the door opening, startling when the familiar warmth of a body filled the space beside you.

You relax, feeling lips press against the crown of your head as you nod.

“It needed to be done.”

Kita chuckles quietly and you can picture the small nod of agreement.

“Routine is important.” He agrees, lifting the washbasket ready to collect the wet jerseys. “Routine is the foundation that made me who I am.”

“And it makes ya happy.” You laughed.

“And it makes me happy.”

“I just… it felt like something I could do to help. I feel like I let ya all down, like-” you hiccuped, holding back a sob “I wish we had won.”

Strong arms encircled you, Kita pulling you into the warmth of his chest. One hand gently petted your hair, letting you tremble against him as you cried.

“I know. But, at the same time, I’d like to see how far those crows go.” His grip tightened, just a little. “The boys were talkin’ about watchin’ the rest of the matches, I think ya should come too.”

You nodded. “I’d like that.”

Watching games without the pressure of winning was a surprisingly good way to relax, and you were able to focus on the abilities of the other teams. Picking up plays that you could suggest to the boys, and making note of players who would be worth keeping an eye on for next year's competition. Inarizaki might be a powerhouse school but it was always worthwhile to keep an eye on the others. Kita and Aran had disappeared to watch Itachiyama with Omimi, while you, Rin and the Miya twins wanted to see Karasuno’s next match. The others had their phones, so wherever they’d wandered off to you weren’t too worried.

“Those two are scary even from here.”

You tipped your head back to smile at Osamu. “You two were pretty scary yourselves yesterday. But Nekoma are pretty terrifyin’ too.”

Rin nodded. “They’re a great defensive team.”

“Yeah. That middle blocker Captain of their is- holy shit! That Libero is so cool!”

“Yaku.”

You whipped your head around to stare at the two men who had appeared next to you, noting their white jackets.

“Um, bless you? Hey, yer from Fukurodani right? I was plannin’ to come watch ya play later, you guys are awesome.” You grinned, leaning across Rin to wave at the two men.

“Hear that Akaashi! She thinks we’re awesome!”

“I did Bokuto-san. Nekoma’s libero, his name is Yaku-san, and he is indeed very talented.” The dark haired setter, Akaashi, sat himself next to Suna and gestured for Bokuto to join him. “You’re from Inarizaki High yes?”

“We are, I’m l/n, this is Suna and those two behind us are Atsumu and Osamu Miya. It’s nice to meet ya Akaashi-san. And thank you for the information.” You nodded turning back to the match.

“Kuroo is cool too.” The grey-haired Ace sounded almost pouty.

“He is Bokuto-san. I’m sorry to hear about your loss to Karasuno, from what I hear it was a close game.”

Suna nodded, eyes focused on the middle blockers while you sighed and offered the two men an apologetic smile. You didn’t miss the way Bokuto muttered something about Akaashi wanting Karasuno to win but were polite enough to ignore it.

“Get back here ya scrub! Yer not having my onigiri!”

“Learn to share ya pig!”

With an irritated growl you shook your head. “Sorry, those are my idiots. Rin, if you even think about pullin’ out yer phone I’ll be after you next.” 

You vaulted over the chairs, stalking towards the arguing twins just in time to see Osamu preparing to kick his brother. With a grimace you put yourself between the twins, gripping each by the front of their shirts and glaring at them in turn.

“Oi, idiots! Yer gonna sit down and behave yerselves or so help me god…”

“But y/n!” 

“Don’t but me! Sit yer asses down and behave.” You narrowed your eyes. “And if yer not gonna listen to me, I’m sure I can get Kita to come here.”

Suna chuckled, slipping his phone back into his hoodie and nodding towards Bokuto and Akaashi. “And that’s why our manager is the best.”

“Agashee! Did you see that?!”

“I did Bokuto-san.”

“She’s so cool!”

You laughed, jumping back over into your seat and shaking your head. “Glad ya think so, dealing with those idiots had to have some upsides.” 

Akaashi made a small noise that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle before it was interrupted by a quiet beeping from his pocket. Sighing he stood and gently pulled on Bokuto's arm.

"Bokuto-San, we need to go prepare for our match. It was good to meet you all." He gave a polite bow and a soft smile, his reserved nature all the more striking compared to the chaos surrounding you.

"Come cheer for us l/n!"

"Likewise. I'll be sure t' come find ya when they finish." You grinned, waving the pair off. "Ya done makin' heart eyes Samu?"

"Shurrup, yer always droolin' over players." 

You shook your head. "I only 'drool' over one player, I just admire the rest." You huffed, ignoring the heat in your cheeks.

Focusing back on the match your heart felt lighter than it had done in a long time, here, surrounded by people you loved and the sound of volleyball, you came to a realisation. This was something you always wanted in your life. Volleyball was something you never wanted to leave behind no matter what.

The rest of nationals went by in a blur, Kita joining you for more matches than not once the pain of losing so early had dulled. You cheered for Fukurodani as promised, and joined the Miya twins watching the duo of terrifying first years from Karasuno. Every moment just cemented the idea that you wanted Volleyball in your life forever further and further into your mind.

Time continued moving forwards. You cried when the third years graduated, Suna took so many pictures of your teary face you almost threw the phone at his head. But the third years graduation meant the end of so many things, their patience and calming influence, the routines you had built up since joining the club, and your first relationship. Still time seemed to fly, the Miya twins made for surprisingly good leaders (officially Atsumu was captain, but you were grateful for Osamu being there to keep him in check no matter how many fights you broke up) and all too soon you found yourself at Nationals once more, earning your revenge against Karasuno for the previous year. Your unlikely friendship with the new Fukurodani captain cemented when the pair of you exchanged numbers on the first day. (Osamu had pouted over it for hours, and none of your insistence you were just friends helped).

University only fuelled your focus, managing the boys team there and watching them rise through the ranks. Joining in on practice to help them out and feeling the old familiar rush in your veins. You kept in touch with the other second years, thankful for their support when your family were disappointed in you. They were the ones there when you graduated, and the ones to throw a celebratory party when you landed a job with the JVA. And they were the ones there to keep your spirits up when a few years into your dream job it seemed like you were about to lose everything, even when they didn’t all know the details.

#halo.writes #f!reader #inarizaki #kita x reader #haikyuu #manager!reader

[newtonsheffield]

Molly, I'm like a month older than you. And let me tell you, I also didn't look like Simone at that age (I still look like a potato compared to her). Like hell no! Had no clue how to use make up, so I didn't, sweating like a pig because of hormones, and just living in hoodies and jeans (why have I no idea what kind of bottoms I had in high school? Like jeans? Yoga pants (don't think so)? Sweatpants?). So don't worry, I think Simone is just special and we were more on the average side of how teenagers look. 😂

Okay so here's what happened. Let me take you on the spiral I had as the clock neared midnight last night and I was laying in bed, not going to sleep as I should have been.

We can agree I think, that teenagers these days look so much better than we did right? I am intimidated by the what I call youths.

And it's not their fault,I feel like health and beauty is so much more mainstream than it was when we were teens, when you'd get a very clumpy orange lipstick for free in Dolly magazine (This might be just an Australian thing. Any other Australians reading this, How bloody funny was Dolly Doctor) and it did not matter if that flattered you, or was terrible, you were wearing it. I still don’t know what hyaluronic acid does, I’m too afraid to ask, but it seems important.

It's different now, girls are out there looking amazing! And I love that they probably won't have those embarrassing pictures we have to look at with questionable haircuts and very lowrise jeans and remember those belts that wrapped around your middle and did nothing?!

So anyway, I don't know how old I thought Simone Ashley was, I suppose young becauseI'd been tricked by Sex Education. So I told myself "It's okay that she looked like that, she had things you didn't have." And then Wikipedia played me like this

I was born in September 1994. There's not even enough time between us to gestate another baby! Furious at my own genetic potential!

I really spiralled at 11:30pm last night. Just let me go guys.

(Yes I know that these are professional photographs we're talking about but still. Speechless. She's so pretty I want to cry.)

Simone, Ma'am. You need to cool it! I have no choice but to stan, but it is hard!

#peppers and opinions #molly irl #simone ashley #simone ashley is a beautiful perso and I am like a potato wedge #molly's existential crises #molly's asks and answers

[hawksmagnolia]

Not My Name

Drunk Drabble prompt submitted to @HBC

Summary: Reader is tired of shitty sex and Clint’s constant teasing. Bucky decides to take matters into his own hands.

Who: Bucky/reader

Word count: 1,412

Warnings: It’s smut yo. And swearing. And more smut.

Authors Note: Thank you anon for the awesome prompt! I hope you enjoy it. -xo- Allie

“Hey little girl, you got eyes on them?”

“Call me little girl again and I’m going to kick your ass Barton.” I mumbled into the comm.

Clint scoffed. “As if.”

Rolling my eyes, I adjusted my binoculars. “Yeah, I got them. Does Steve know that he’s got a rip in his pants just south of his left ass cheek?”

There was a choked sound and I smirked. Clint was to my left and three stories higher because he wasn’t happy unless there was nothing between him and the sky. Barnes was a building over, a lurking shadow at the steps to a nearby building. Barnes never joined in with Clint and I as we passed time on jobs like this. We had to do something, sometimes we were stuck in position for hours and too much time alone means you start talking to pigeons. Steve had made us stay on our own channel although Barnes could override it if shit went sideways. 

“So, how’d your date go last night?”

“Can you not Clint?”

“Hey, I’m your friend. And friends are allowed to ask why your date left looking well and truly fucked and you were a cranky bitch at breakfast this morning. Did he fail too?”

Groaning, I smacked the heel of my hand on my forehead. “I should have never told you that. Ever.”

“I’m just saying, I am totally willing to take a chance at making your dreams come true.”

“You’re a pig.”

Clint laughed. “I am, but you love me anyways. But seriously, this is what- guy number 4 who can’t fuck you to climax with just his cock? Your taste in men sucks.”

“Thanks ever so much Clint for reminding me of that.”

There was a quiet click and a hiss. “Do you two ever shut the fuck up?”

“Nope. What’s wrong Barnes? Feeling left out?”

“Someone has to actually pay attention, especially since we’re clear. But you two can hang out in the trees if you want to. Or maybe you should get a room.”

“Fuck off Barnes.” Clint answered cheerfully. “Race you to the truck. Loser buys Thai food on the way back to the hotel.”

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I was standing in the bathroom in my favorite pjs (a worn hoodie from the soccer team I played on in college and a pair of boxers left behind from two boyfriends ago) towel drying my hair when someone knocked. 

Puzzled, I set my towel down on the counter and padded barefoot to open the door. I was expecting to see Clint or even Steve when it swung out, but I was way off.

I was absolutely not expecting to see James Buchanan “Call me Bucky” Barnes standing there in a pair of perfectly broken in jeans and a blue henley.

I’d heard women swoon about the henleys. Now I knew why, I’d never seen anyone fill out the sleeves of one like he did. It should be illegal for a prosthetic arm to make me want to throw my underwear at him like he was a rock star.

“Barnes. Is everything okay?” I couldn’t even think of a time he’d ever graced my doorstep.

He raised and brow and smirked. “I heard you and Barton earlier.”

“Ok…you always hear us?”

He glanced down the hallway before slipping into my room and shutting the door behind him and throwing the bolt. 

“Uh, Barnes? Is this some secret squirrel spy shit?”

“That’s not my name.”

“What?”

He grinned at me causing my belly to do a flip as he pushed my damp hair out of my face. “I said, that’s not my name. I’ll be damned if you’re going to yell that when I make you cum your brains out.”

Now it was my turn to swallow hard as he continued. “I said, I heard you and Barton. About how no man can get you off so I’m here to volunteer.”

Finally having recovered my wits, I was able to smirk. “Oh, how sweet. Coming to my rescue?”

“Hell no. I’m going to ruin you for any other guy.”

“Bring it Barnes.”

“I told you..” He crowded me until my knees hit the edge of the bed and I stumbled back onto it. “That’s not my name.” He brushed his jaw against mine and I was almost embarrassed how my body reacted to just him being close. Almost.

It had been way too long since a guy had made my body feel alive and being around Bucky was like touching a live wire. He caged my head with his arms and licked down the side of my neck before burying his fingers in my hair and kissing me in a smack of teeth, tongue and lips. I moaned into his mouth as he released my hair long enough to yank off my hoodie. 

“Look at you, nothing but that between your skin and me.” He drew a lazy fingertip down from my collarbone and over my nipples making me cry out as they tightened. “So goddamn pretty.” 

I felt like I was on fire, that my skin was too tight on my bones and could burst into flames any moment. His hands were everywhere, his mouth biting and sucking at my lips, my jaw. I finally managed to grab hold of the bottom of his henley and my fingertips brushed over his cobbled abdomen. He yanked it off in one fast motion, not wanting to leave my mouth for too long. His thigh was pressed between my thighs and I groaned at the friction, twisting as I tried to press harder against the denim.

“Not yet doll. Not yet.” I whined as he moved away from me. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of the boxers he drew them down over my legs and they joined the hoodie and henley on the floor. I stared up at him, half drowning in lust as he picked up my foot and pressed a kiss to the ankle. I whimpered as he knelt between my knees and, with no warning, buried his face into me. His nose bumped my clit as his tongue swirled over the delicate flesh. I felt him press a single finger deep into me, felt the delicious scrape of it as he curled it slightly. I was so lost in his actions that when he stopped, I immediately cried his name and he smiled.

“Oh baby, you’re going to thank me for stopping there.”

“No I won’t- dammit Bucky! Why would…oh!”

He cut me off by thrusting hard and bottoming out in me. There was nothing soft or sweet but he’d made sure I was more than ready for his cock. It burned but it was the best kind, that ache of finally having a tight muscle release and the sharp relief that comes from it. He snapped his hips, my body relishing every violent moment of it.

He shifted, propping himself up on a hand, the metal fingers of his left securing my hips in place when I tried to wiggle.

“Oh no doll. Just you and me.” 

I felt like every muscle in my body was straining as I climbed, higher than I ever had before. Bucky’s cock grazed over my clit with each stroke but not enough to give me any relief. He ground his hips into mine as I fisted my hands in the sheets, my body finally releasing, soaking both of us as I flooded out weeks of sexual frustration. He grinned but didn’t relent until he started to grow sloppy and he groaned, collapsing onto me as he splashed my walls.

We laid like that for a while. I’m not sure how long. Long enough my heart to stop pounding in my ears and for our breathing to even out. He was heavy but not enough to make it uncomfortable. His head was on my chest, his eyes closed and I gently swept my finger over the dark curve of his lashes. 

“You dead?”

“Mm, little bit. Need water and fifteen minutes and we can go for round two.”

“What?”

He peeked up at me and laughed. “Doll, I told you. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. Besides, can’t have you being cranky in the mornings now can we?”

I carded my fingers through his dark hair. “Absolutely not. Also Clint’s room is next door and I don’t think he heard me this time.”

“Mmm, bet he will next time.”

@the-ss-horniest-book-club​

@nano--raptor @cchellacat @eurynome827 @jobean12-blog @book-dragon-13 @aesthetical-bucky @marvelgirl7 @sallycanwait68 @buckys-broody-muffin @softpeachbarnes @godofplumsandthunder @azurika-writes @ikaris-whore @this-kitten-is-smitten @randomfandompenguin @bucky-plums-barnes​ @bugsbucky​ @littleredstarfish​ @emilylyoness​ @hailmary-yramliah​ @daughterofsteven​ @ballyhoobarnes​

#hbc extended drabbles #HBC #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader smut #smut ahoy! #Bucky Barnes imagine

[bbyboybrock--archived]

To Pluto and Back (Colby Brock Imagine)

Summary: *REQUEST* “Just stumbled across your blog, really enjoying your writing - keep it up 😊 Could please write an imagine based on the reader sending Colby a care package during lockdown, maybe he gets a bit mushy and emotional when opening it in-front of the boy’s 🥰🥰 lots of fluff pls x”

Written: 2020

Word Count: 1,024

Warnings: Fluff and swearing

Masterlist

“What’s up guys, Colby Brock here! Today I am joined by my lovely girlfriend, Y/N.” Colby says into the camera.

“Hi everyone!” I wave.

“Well not actually. For those of you who don’t know, Y/N went back home because of all this Covid19 bullshit to help out her family. Which means that I have not seen, hugged, high fived, or kicked her out of the bed because she was hogging the blankets for a little over three months.” Colby readjusts his laptop so I’m in better view of the camera.

“Not gonna lie, I like having my own bed and blankets. I might not come back, babe.” I say sitting up.

“Wait, don’t joke like that.” Colby slightly panics.

“Don’t worry Y/N! We have an extra room you can move into if you want.” Sam says off-camera.

“Oh yeah, Sam, Jake, and Corey are here in the background. Anyways, Y/N sent me a care package. The only reason why the guys are here is because there are things in here for the guys. After that, they can go back to the corner and shut the fuck up.” Colby jokingly yells at the guys.

The computer is picked up and put into a new position. Now I can see everyone. Colby told me he was going to screen record me so I could still be in the video and see their reactions better.

“Okay before you start passing out stuff, I just want to say that I got very bored during week 2 of this bullshit and I picked up a few hobbies. Everyone’s stuff is in a cute little burlap sack with their name on it, except for Colby, who gets everything else in the box. Okay, go ahead.” I grab the stuffed pig Colby gave me before I left.

I cuddle with it every night. He sprayed it with his cologne so it would smell like him. He sent me a bottle a few weeks ago because the scent was fading. I also stole one of his hoodies for the same reason. I wear it every night to bed. I refused to wash it for a while because I didn’t want the smell to fade.

“Okay, we have Corey… Sam… Jake, yours is heavy for some reason… and I guess me!” Colby places.

“Just so you guys know, you all have face mask in there that I made!” I pipe up as everyone opens their bag.

“Oh my God, Y/N found Gary!” Corey yells as he pulls out the crochet squirrel that I made him. There is a thud and I know exactly what it is.

“Samuel!” I scold.

“I—I opened the shirt, I didn’t think that there was anything in it. And… I broke the mug. Well, the handle, but either way I broke it. What does the shirt even say? Oh… my… God… that is hilarious, thanks Y/N.” Sam high fives me through the camera and I high five him back.

“What does it say?” Jake asks trying to look over Sam’s shoulder at the bleach stained shirt that I customized.

“It says ‘I do my own stunts’ and it had a guy with a broken back. The mug has the same thing on it.” I explain. Sam tries to carefully wrap the mug back into the tee-shirt.

“No fucking way.”

“Oh no, what did you give Jake?” Corey asks worriedly.

“30 handmade, custom painted paddle balls! My dad helped me cut the wood and sand it, but other than that I did the painting myself. For those at home, there will be videos on me making all of these things on TikTok and YouTube starting next week!” I do finger guns to the camera and then quickly facepalm because I know that Reggie is going to zoom in on that.

“Did you say 30? As in three zero? You know he’s going to break every single one of those.” Sam mentions as he takes one of the paddle balls from Jake.

The whole time I realize that Colby’s been quiet. While everyone was opening their gifts, Colby was reading a letter. Hopefully the letter labeled ‘read me first.’ I ignore Sam, Jake, and Corey in the background and watch Colby’s face. He is slowly turning red and he can’t stop smiling. I know he’s reading the right letter when he quickly picks up the burlap sack and pulls a crochet koala wearing a pig onesie and smells it. I figured anything of mine that Colby moved into the house either doesn’t smell like me anymore or I had with me; I took all my home toiletries.

“Bro, are you crying?” Corey asks while holing Jake in a headlock.

“What? No!” Colby says wiping his face.

“Yeah, you are!” Jake squeaks out.

“No, my eyes are just peeing. Leave me the fuck alone.”

“Okay, guys, let’s leave them alone. I think our part of the video is over. Thanks, Y/N,” Sam says as he starts to push Jake and Corey out of the room. A few minutes later I hear the door close.

“I miss you so fucking much, it hurts,” Colby says. He looks like he might cry again.

“I miss you too. I want this shit to be over so I can come home to you.” I squeeze the stuffed pig tight. Colby responds by squeezing his koala against his chest. You watch as Colby picks something off the floor and throws it off-camera. I hear a muffled thud and realized that Sam, Jake, and Corey must be trying to listen through the door or something and Colby caught on to them.

“I love you, Colby,” I say quietly.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“To Pluto and back?”

“To Pluto and back, now and forever.” Colby blows an air kiss at me and I catch it and put it in my pocket. Remembering that Colby is filming I quickly snap back into influencer mode.

“Sorry to every girl whose image of Colby as the emo God has been destroyed. In reality, he’s a simp!” I joke

“Hey!”

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Read part 2 here!

#Colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock imagines #traphouse imagine #traphouse imagines #trap house imagines #trap house imagine #trap house #traphouse #sam and colby #sam and colby imagine #sam and colby imagines #colby brock x reader #colby x reader

[canary3d-obsessed]

Lost Tomb Lewks, Part 3

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Stuff)

Warning: Spoilers for Season 1 of The Lost Tomb Reboot

Look 12: This look is wet Xiao Ge again, with his shirt off again, but this time he’s being put on display like a hanging pig carcass in a meat market, and I am here for it.

We’re examining this look a little out of order because we gotta have the good shit before the “keep reading” cut, am I right? Some of you aren’t watching this show yet and you need to know what you’re missing. Admittedly it isn’t all hot boys with their tiddies out, but they give us three bare-chested men within about 10 episodes, bless them. 

Xiao Ge accessorizes this look with inch after luscious inch of neck, and an adam’s apple you could hang your coat on.

...what?

It’s a look. We’re looking. At the look. 

(More after the cut!)

Look 13: Xiao Ge did bring some clothes today. It’s hard to see exactly what he’s wearing a lot of the time, because he’s always in dark colors. This look has a dark hoodie with a black mock turtleneck and black trousers. 

It’s a simple outfit, but it suits him very well; the high neck of the shirt sets off his throat and jawline nicely.  

Look 14 belongs to A-Tou, the woman who’s checking out Xiao Ge’s...tattoo. 

This look features layered tank tops, denim short shorts, a workshop apron, and geta sandals. Apologies to Japanese speakers if I just said “sandal sandals.” She’s loaded up with exquisite tattoos, and her hair is in braids or twists with an occasional ring in them. I don’t *think* her hair is pretending to be textured Black hair; I’d like to believe that’s just a terrible white-people trend but I’m sure there’s an SDC video or two that prove otherwise. 

She rounds out the look with a bunch of different jewelry, including this awesome ring. 

The ring, people; I’m showing you the ring on her index figure. Just ignore the shoulder in the picture. 

In a US or UK tv show, a woman this quirky, edgy, and sexy would be a Manic Pixie Dream Girl, slated to be a love interest or possibly an emotionally-unpredictable sidekick to one of the male characters. 

This woman, on the other hand, is a master tattooist, mural restorer, and acupuncturist, and her role in the story - her entire role - is to be a fucking expert on stuff, and display her expertise. THAT’S IT.  She’s still 100% female coded; Pangzi catcalls her, like an asshole, the moment he meets her. She pays him back by making him eat a piece of human skin. I adore her. 

Bonus Look: Speaking of Pangzi, he pretty much always wears a similar outfit when he’s out and about, which is a colorful tee shirt, often with a hilarious cat on it, and some kind of tough guy jacket, with cargo pants and boots. At home he generally wears harem pants, likes pink, and sometimes puts on an apron to do domestic stuff. I don’t know if he reads as gender-bendy in a Chinese context, but it’s pretty cool if that’s what’s happening, particularly with a big tough guy. 

Look 15 belongs to “Black Glasses.” So, this lewk. I’m divided on this one. On the one hand, it’s a pretty uninteresting Joey Ramone type look, with black jeans, black leather belt, coat, and gloves, and a weirdly low-cut tank top. 

On the other hand, the person wearing it is Baron Chen, who is made of pure distilled sex. (for evidence of this, see my Bromance gifset) So, I’m going to say this is not a great outfit, but it would look just fine tossed over the chair next to my bed.  

Look 16:  Finally, another Wu Xie look! 

Um. Wu Xie, why are you wearing a fuzzy blanket?  Pangzi bought that, didn’t he? 

Admittedly Wu Xie looks adorable in this blanket because he is fundamentally adorable, but this blanket is going to make Xiao Ge cry. This blanket says, I am concealing a deadly illness beneath a veneer of cheerfulness and blue fuzz. This is a death blanket. 

Fortunately Wu Xie will get out of this blanket soon, and into a handsome spelunking outfit, suitable for lingering gazes...next post. 

#the lost tomb reboot #reunion: the sound of the providence #wu xie #zhang qiling #cdrama #lost tomb lewks #canary3d-original #my gifs #baron chen

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

Part two of my AU! You should start with But What If, Instead, or you may be a little confused. Or just dive in, that's cool too. Be a sexy rebel. It's what BJ would want.

He’s sixteen when green starts to grow on his face. He’s been dealing with the hair for years, now, and it’s mostly stable. Sure, he gets overwhelmed, and sure, it can still change quickly, but it’s not like when he was twelve and threw fits all the time that resulted in fire engine red. He wouldn’t say he’s the best at handling anger, for sure, for sure, for sure. That award will probably always go to his mother, Emily. But he’s gotten better at treating everything like a joke, which totally helps. Can’t get mad at what you don’t take seriously, right? It’s a philosophy that seems to frustrate his dad, who, in Betelgeuse’s opinion, takes everything way too seriously. Chuckster is lucky he’s got Emily to balance him out, or that case of stick in ass might have become terminal. So, yeah, alright, the green. He’s been growing facial hair lately, a thin pathetic little pencil mustache that nine year old Lydia calls his “creepo-stache,” and he’d be the first to admit, it’s pretty John Waters-esque, but it’s what he’s got, for now. That hair, of course, grows in green, and mixed with the corpse purple untertones he still hasn’t quite learned to glamour away convincingly, the effect is that he perpetually looks like he’s ready to put on a zombie remake of a 70’s porno. Metaphors sure are fun. At least the upper lip is starting to fill out, and the chin scruff has been on the rise, too, though he’s a far cry away from Charles’ majestic beard. He’s staring in his bathroom mirror after a shower, admiring his chubby, totally sexy self, when he notices a splotch of green on the left side of his nose. He smooshes his nose down a little with one hand, leans in closer, and squints. Must be somethin’ he ate? On his nose? For some reason? But then he notices there’s the same slight green color at his temples, too. He settles on scrubbing his face until his skin hurts a little, and when he’s done, he’s so flushed he can’t see the color, and assumes the matter is settled. And then a few days later, it’s darker. He’s sitting at dinner with the whole family, chewing with his mouth open to annoy Lydia, who gives him a swift kick to the shin under the table. “Now, if you ever hit me, and I find out about it,” he starts to tease, until he feels his mom flick his ear, and he turns to her. “You got some schmutz on your face, Bug. Come here.” Emily blots her napkin to her tongue, and then wipes at his nose, much to his chagrin. “Ew, seriously? Maaaaa,” he whines, but everyone at that table knows he’s soaking up the attention like a sponge. “I for sure feel so much cleaner with your spit smeared around my face, thank you so much, Emily Deetz.” Emily shooshes him and continues rubbing, but her napkin comes away clean. “Huh,” she glances down at it, and then back to the spot on the side of his nose, and squints. Lydia and Charles are leaning in too, now, and his sister grins. “There’s some on his forehead, mama, get him there,” and she’s successful in weaponizing their mother against him, because he hardly has time for a “Damn you-” before Emily is rubbing at the green stains on his temples, near his hairline. “What the heck is this, ink?” “I dunnoooo!” he winges, wiggling just enough to let her know he’s unhappy but not enough to flail and hurt her. When she finally relents and lets him go, a third hand sprouts from his back to pull the “hood” part of his black and white striped hoodie over his head, and he tightens the draw strings. “No more smearing spit on BJ, now, that part of dinner is done,” he says defensively, and Emily has the sense to look a little sheepish. “Sorry, Bug,” she pats his head, and he hisses in response, but no one, not even him, takes that seriously anymore. It’s a few more days until there’s a break in the case. He’s standing upside down on his bedroom ceiling, concentrating on a certain riff on his ukelele, and Lydia is flopped on his bed, passively watching Coraline on the beat up vintage TV he and Charles spent last summer fixing up. “I can’t get this to sound right,” he complains to her, and in response,

she turns the movie up louder. “Oh, haha, my sister, the fuckin’ comedianne, she’ll be here all week, everybody,” and he flops on the mattress next to her, which makes her bounce a bit before they both settle. He’s laying on his back, ukulele on his chest, mumbling and strumming, and she’s on her stomach, watching that kinda horny scene where the nude old lady with the huge honkers unzips her fuckin’ skin, when she glances over at him. “Your face spots are fuzzy, now,” she comments. “It’s called a beard, short stack. Dad’s had one since you were five, you’d think-” “Shut up, dummy, I meant the schmaltz.” “You mean the schmutz. Different words mean different things.” “Whatever. Your nose is growing hair, like grandpa. It’s barforiffic.” He frowns, and sets the ukulele down besides his bed, and conjures himself a little hand mirror from his pocket dimension. Lydia’s breath hitches, because no matter how many years it’s been, she still loves that trick, the way it’s like he’s pulling something out of nothing. He stares at the splotches in his hand mirror, beholding his face in mock horror like that episode of the Twilight Zone, the one with the pig faced people. All other details aside, she’s right, the splotches are growing hair, sort of. It doesn’t feel exactly like hair, when he reaches an experimental finger to poke at it, it’s sort of.. He can’t describe it. Grassy? Not really hair, more like a short, fuzzy… “It’s moss,” he realizes, positioning the mirror to check his forehead, where the vegetation is growing softly there, too. “Gross. How often do you shower, you neanderthal?” Lydia scrunches up her nose at him. “Careful, or you’re getting a face full of demon pits when you’re tryna sleep tonight,” he bites back at her. “I shower a normal amount. Maybe..” sharp teeth worry his bottom lip as he thinks. “I’m showering too much?” “That can’t possibly be your take away from this.” “Well I don’t know, Ly-dee-uhh,” he drags out her name. “It’s not like I’ve got a handy dandy guide to being an undead demon thing tucked away that explains all the rules that come with bein’ me, okay? I’m just thinkin’, I could count as dead cause, ya know. No heartbeat. Dead people probably.. I mean plants might grow on em, right? Like if one was left murdered and unburied in th’ world, like in a damp forest, and surrounded by nature, maybe somethin’ would grow on their putrid, rotting corpse flesh?” Lydia sits up, and leans over him, pushing the hand mirror out of the way. “I’m picking this off of you so I don’t have to hear about it anymore,” she says, simply, and then uses her surprisingly strong kid strength to dig into the runny splotch on his left temple. She runs a nail up his skin, scraping at him, and he purrs in response, tongue flicking out of his mouth, snake like. “Big scary demon dead guy, and all it takes to tame him is a little bit of attention,” she teases, and he gives another half hearted hiss. “You’re like a cat, BJ.” When she’s finished, she cleans under her nails and looks pleased. “I think I got it,” she nods, and he checks in his hand mirror. They both watch in silence as the moss seems to instantly grow back. “Moooooom!” he whines, sitting up and tossing the hand mirror over his shoulder, where it disappears into nothing without touching the ground, tucked back safe in his pocket dimension. Emily pokes her head in a moment later. “Yeah, what’s up, Beej?” She’s got her long blonde hair all done in a neat bun, and there’s the slight tone of exasperation to her voice. “You kids aren’t fighting, right?” she asks, stepping into the room. “I am literally just sitting here,” Lydia motions to the tv, still displaying the stop motion exploits of her current idol and role model. “The green crap on my face, it’s moss!” Betelgeuse whines to her, outright ignoring her question to begin with. “I’m growing moss on my face, and Lyds scraped it off but it instantly grew back!” “It was kinda cool,” Lydia admits, not giving her older brother the satisfaction of looking at him when she says it. Emily,

meanwhile, puts a finger on her chin, and scrunches up her nose in thought. “Maybe.. Some weed killer might get rid of it?” she suggests, clearly unsure. “So you want me to drink POISON,” Betelgeuse instantly flops back on the bed, left hand thrown over his forehead, all dramatic. “Lured me into the family just to try and murder me years later, huh? You fooled me! With love!” He opens his eyes in time to see both Emily and Lydia rolling theirs. “You can’t just magic it away?” Lydia pokes the moss on his nose. “The way you did your last report card?” “Judas,” he hisses, dropping the glamour enough to glare at her with his snake slit amber eyes. “You did what?” ``````````````````````````````````````````````````````` He’s back at school on Monday with a bandaid fix, which is literally a couple band aids across the spots, one plastered on his nose, the other one a large patch bandage on the spot on his temples where the green was growing in the most clearly. The bandages noticeably don’t blend in with his skin tone, despite touting themselves as flesh colored, because he’s got skin like a guy who never left his basement, and also is freshly fuckin’ dead. For extra cover, he’s wearing his “Guide” hat, a ratty gray policeman’s cap with a metal plate spelling out the word. Charles had bought for him from a Goodwill his first year up top. It does enough to hide the streaks of green, as long as he pulls it down a bit, and he’s not exactly known at school for being a style icon, so nobody thinks twice to see him wearing it, as he slips from the front seat of Charles’ car that morning. “Have a good day, son. Call me if.. If you need me,” Charles reminds him, and Lydia pipes up from the backseat. “Later, Bug beverage. Good luck.” She’s still feeling a bit guilty about snitching, apparently, because she blows him a kiss, which is super uncool and she clearly wants to take it back the second she’s done it, but he grins and pretends to catch it. “Later, family,” he closes the car door, and turns to face his day. School, he had learned a few years ago, is a uniquely breather torture experience thought up by the old to make the young loose out on their precious youths, there by getting back at them for being young and fun. That was his working theory all through his miserable first year of middle school, and high school is not disproving that theory in the least. He’s vaguely aware of the cliques that the breathers his age form, and there’s probably gossip about him, but for the most part, he’s just too weird for most of the humans his age to engage with him. He’s kind of got an aura, an indefinable something he can’t switch off, and it’s getting stronger the older he gets. Breathers are naturally more wary of him than they used to be. So yeah, he is the weird chubby kid in the striped hoodie and matching tripp pants, and under normal circumstances, he has to believe that would lead to bullying, but whatever ancient animal instinct these kids have, it tells them to steer clear of him. So school is, to put it frankly, lonely. It’s probably better to be mostly ignored than hated, he supposes, but that doesn’t make eating lunch in the quad by himself every day any less pathetic. He’s zoning out in first period, relaxing in his slacker seat in the back of the class, when things actually get interesting. Their teacher is a sort of slim, nervous looking man who teaches history, but right at that moment he’s announcing a new student. And it’s someone Betelgeuse recognizes, though he can’t place from where. The new boy, Kevin something Loh, apparently, is directed to take the only empty seat in the class, the seat right in front of Betelgeuse. As Kevin is walking down the aisle towards him, Betelgeuse is wracking his brain, trying to recall. Kevin is Asian, with high cheekbones and short black hair, carefully and deliberately styled. He’s also staring right at Betelgeuse. “You?” he whispers, sounding horrified. “Me,” Betelgeuse responds, propping his history book up on his desk and slumping down behind it, deciding he’s

fully content with napping this period away, and leaving this mystery unsolved. But Kevin is apparently worse at reading social cues than BJ is, because he’s still standing there, looming over Betelgeuse. “What are you doing here?” he hisses, sounding angry now, and Betelgeuse peaks up at him, amber eyes shining a faint amount from under the brim of his cap. “I am literally just sitting here.” “Mr. Loh, is there a problem?” their teacher askes, and the new kid whips around. “I refuse to sit next to this thing.” He points at Betelgeuse, who straightens up, a scowl playing across his features. “You wanna rephrase that?” the demon askes, gravely voice particularly dangerous sounding, because he’s NOT a thing. The humans all take note of the changing vibes in the room, growing uncomfortable. “Does someone want to switch with Mr. Loh, and sit in front of Mr. Deetz instead?” their teacher tries. The answer is silence. No one is giving up their seat next to friends to sit in front of the loner who smells like freshly dug grave dirt. “Well, then. Sit down, Mr. Loh. Mr. Deetz does not bite.” “But-” “Yeah, sit down, Kev, you’re interrupting my mid morning nap,” Betelgeuse scowls, fingers on his right hand twitching, and Kevin falls into his seat with a less than macho sounding yelp. From the glare he gets in return, he’s got a feeling Kevin’s not gonna be his new bff. When lunch rolls around, Betelgeuse finds his usual place in the quad, under the shade of a tree, and he’s about to summon forth his lunch from his little pocket dimension, when he hears a breather approaching from behind him. He’s sitting on the side that faces away from the main area, and all the happy friend groups enjoying their lunches and gossip, and towards the track field, cause if he’s gonna be sitting alone, at least he’s gonna get to watch boys and girls his age work up a sexy sweat. From a quick smell test he can tell the person approaching is Kevin. The guy reeks of some overly applied body spray mess, and it nearly puts him off his lunch. “What,” he groans, annoyed, not even looking back to address the other boy, and Kevin seems to freeze. He’d apparently thought he was being pretty sneaky. “Why are you following me?” is the first thing out of the new kid’s mouth, and that does actually cause Betelgeuse to turn and look at him, staring like Kev’s just proposed the earth is only round because Atlus keeps reinflating it to use like a blow up doll. “I,” Betelgeuse gestures very dramatically to himself. “Don’t knoooow,” he continues slowly. “Who you are.” Kevin, for some reason, seems to wilt a bit. “You really don’t remember me?” “I really don’t. Should I? You do somethin’ interestin’? Besides, single handedly keep Axe body spray in business?” “It’s not Axe!” Kevin stomps over to stand in front of him, offended. “Then axe it, my man, cause that scent is not workin’ for you,” Betelgeuse replies easily, leaning back against the tree to resume his track practice spying. “You juggled your head!” Kevin accuses him. Betelgeuse cocks an eyebrow, and his eyes flit back to Kevin. So he’s someone who had seen him use his powers, at some point? Yeesh. “You brought a field of pumpkins to life and nearly murdered me!” Ohhhh. “Yeah, well, you pushed me down,” Betelgeuse says, suddenly remembering. “So I guess we both suffered that day, didn’t we, Kev?” “So you admit it!” Kevin says tenselely, before sitting in the grass across from him. Betelgeuse watches him quietly. The breather seems confused. “Why are you here?” he asks, and Betelgeuse nods over at the bouncing, glistening track team. “The view.” Kevin glances in that direction and rolls his eyes. “Jackass, I meant at school,” he dead pans. Betelgeuse grins. “Well, th’ way my dad explained it, I have to be in government mandated kid jail, or else he goes to adult jail.” “So you’re a monster who has to go to school?” “Demon, but. Yeah.” Kevin’s eyes widen, and he whispers the word. “Demon.” There’s a beat as he ponders over that. “Those people, who were with you at the store.. Are they demons

too?” “What? Th’ Deetzs? Nah. They’re human as they come.” “And you live with them?” “Yup,” he pops the “p,” quickly growing annoyed with this line of questioning. “And they-” “Listen, man,” Betelgeuse apparates his lunch from nothing, which causes Kevin to flinch, before realizing it's just food. “Can we skip all this? It’s a life changing revelation for you, I’m sure, but forget bored stiff, this is giving me rigor mortis. Yes, I’m a demon. I go to school here cause I’m th’ Deetz’s son, and no, there’s nothing wrong with them.” He grimaces. “Just me. I’m not following you around to torment you, you’re not that special. And yes,” he holds up the sandwich from his lunch. “This is a turkey club on a croissant. My human dad packed it for me, because he loves me.” There’s a small moment of silence. Kevin opens his mouth, and Betelgeuse, own mouth now full of food, groans. “Why do you have bandages all over your face?” “Because I murdered a pedophile four years ago and his vengeful, freak ass ghost won’t let it go.” “Really?” “No. That’s not even how ghosts work. God, breathers are so gullible.” “You’re such a dick,” Kevin replies, but there’s a faint hint of a smile, there. Betelgeuse feels it tugging at his own lips, too. “I’m growing moss on my face,” he admits after a moment. “Wasn’t sure how else to keep it hidden, so. Bandages. Not that I really care what people think-” “I can tell from the tripp pants, yeah,” Kev interjects, and Betelgeuse flips him off before continuing. “I’m not trying to get a bunch of attention for being weird.” “Didn’t seem to bother you before,” Kevin comments, picking lazily at the grass around him, and Betelgeuse shrugs. “I was twelve. I’ve gotten a bit smarter, even if I was dragged kickin’ an’ screamin’ th’ whole damn way,” and this time, Kevin actually does smile. He mimics the other boy. He offers Kevin half his sandwich, and for the first time ever, he doesn’t eat lunch alone. They wait after school together, watching as their peers are picked up or loaded onto buses. “I used to have nightmares about you,” Kevin tells him, and Betelgeuse smiles flirtatiously. “So you’ve been dreamin’ of me. That’s hot.” He receives a punch in the arm for that. When his mom pulls up, with Lydia in tow in the backseat, he throws open the front passenger side door of the car. “Hey, ma, hey Lyds,” but Emily is looking past him. “BJ, is that a friend of yours?” She sounds thrilled. He turns and looks at Kevin, then back to her, and shrugs, but he’s smiling. “I dunno. He’s new, so we hung out at lunch, an’ talked. Maybe. I dunno.” “You should invite him over!” Emily grins, eyes shining. “Now?” “Now! We’re having take out for dinner, we could order more for him, easy! And he’s new, he probably doesn’t have any plans, and-” “Alright, alright, hold on,” he gripes, then waives Kevin over. The breather approaches the car, cautious. “Hey, so my mom, she says you can come over for dinner, if you want,” and God/Satan, he’s never felt more like an awkward, pimply faced teen than he does at that exact moment. If he sounds like a total loser, at least Kevin doesn’t seem to mind, cause he perks up. “Let me call my dad!” he whips out his cell phone so fast, Betelgeuse feels flattered. He actually wants to come over. He wants to spend some time together. Emily’s smile widens until she looks like a slasher on happy pills, and he climbs into the car front seat and nudges her. “Play it cool, ma,” he all but begs, and she looks to him. “I’m super cool, BJ. I’m a cool mom. Right, Lyds?” Lydia gives her best noncommittal shrug, the one Betelgeuse taught her, actually. “He said yes!” Kevin comes jogging back over to the car a minute later. “If that’s really okay, Mrs. Deetz?” “For sure! The more, the merrier!” They moved out of the apartment a little over a year ago. The new place had been a nightmare when they’d moved in, a Tudor style house with a lot of character, a lot of leftover trash, and a lot of bugs. He’d set about fixing that instantly, hunting down the tasty snacks, and Emily had stood in the middle of

the mess, chewing her bottom lip, and thinking. “I know, I know, it’s rough,” Charles had stood there, suddenly looking older than his age in a way Betelgeuse did not like. “But it’s a beautiful old house, with good bones, and room to grow, and.. It’s going to be a lot of work.” Lydia, precocious and eight, shuffled between her parents, and wrinkled her nose. “It’s a dump,” she declared, and both the adults looked down at her. “It’s not a dump,” Emily said. “It’s The Great Pacific Garbage Patch.” “Em!” Seemingly ignoring her husband, she turned and went back to the car, and didn’t return until she had her record player and a sample of her collection of vinyl with her. “BJ! Come give this a shock, please? The power’s not on yet.” Betelgeuse apparated at her side, a new trick he’d been practicing, and Emily, ever Emily, didn’t even flinch. She just patted his head, as he grabbed the cord and gave it a shock of green static. She placed a record in the player, and adjusted the needle. The familiar sounds of Calypso began to fill the house. “Let’s clean up,” Emily smiled, and, singing along and dancing and laughing, the family had begun their first of many clean ups. It’s a nice memory, one he looks back on often. They’re pulling up to the house, Kevin in tow, and despite the unease he feels at having a new person in his space, at least their house, full of love, is a comforting energy to be wrapped in.

They lead Kevin in, and he follows Betelgeuse up to his bedroom.

“So, we got your common bedroom items,” he gestures grandly as they enter his space. “Dead rat, TV, dresser, mirror for inter dimensional travel, severed head for juggling,” he acknowledges that moment in their shared history. “Old trunk full of demon secrets,” he gives the antique steamer trunk by the foot of his bed a kick. It pops open to reveal very normal looking magazines. “All that good stuff.” The wall paper he chose for his room is a black and white pinstripe that dad had called “busy,” and mom had called “him,” and Kevin blinks a bit in surprise. “You, uh, really are dedicated to the stripes, huh? I prefer a simple black myself.. Black is always a statement.” Betelgeuse snorts. “It’s my pattern,” he says, and Kevin sort of nods, clearly not getting it. He tries again. “It’s, you know, important?” Kevin glances at him, and nods again, but seemingly more hesitant. “It’s a demon thing,” Betelgeuse says finally, tired of even his own clunky attempts at subtly. “My animal is a snake,” he explains. “And my colors are black and white.” Kevin looks mystified. “So, what does that… mean?”

“Means it’s my aspect. It’s important.. Demon stuff.”

The teens look at each other. Kevin squints. “You don’t know what it means.” “I got no fuckin’ clue,” Betelgeuse admits, flopping on his back in the air and hanging there, reclining on nothing. “It’s somethin’, somethin’, dominion over th’ beasts that crawl on their bellies, foul an’ tainted, I think was th’ phrase. But I don’t usually get many chances to be around snakes, so it’s not a talent I get to practice much.” Kevin looks insanely jealous of the way he’s floating there, weightless, which was exactly the point Betelgeuse had in mind when he struck the floating pose to begin with. “Point bein’, I’m drawn to black an’ white.”

“Same way you’re drawn to sweaty track stars?” Kevin smirks, and sits on the edge of the bed.

“Fuckin’ exactly,” Betelgeuse grins at him, a smile Kevin matches. He might be out of his mind, but he feels something here. Kevin’s a good looking guy, and Betelgeuse isn’t exactly “picky.” He’s known for a long time his exact type is “someone who will give Betelgeuse attention and affection,” without worrying what exactly that means in the long run. “Gross,” rings a female voice, and the prolonged eye contact between the teens is broken by his nine year old sister, leaning against the door frame. She takes in the scene before her, him floating there, and Kevin.. Kevin seemingly looking a little flustered on the bed. He’s not sure if she gets what that’s about, hell, he hardly does, though he likes it. But she’s a bit young to pick up on romantic vibes, he thinks. Hopefully. “You’re not even trying to hide the whole, being a demon thing, are you?” she scowls. “Whatever, he already knew. He recognized me from the pumpkin patch. You probably don’t remember, you were five, but-” “I remember.” She squints, and then looks at Kevin, who gives a little waive. “What exactly are your intentions with my demon brother?” she asks, crossing her arms. Kevin actually blushes, a reaction Betelgeuse can both see and smell. Smells like blood and hormones, and it’s cute… he’s cute. “He’s just… weird. I’m, you know.. I just wanna know more. About him, and demons, and this otherworldly, supernatural business.” Ah. A little disappointing. He tries not to look let down, but he knows Lydia catches the look on his face. God/Satan, she’s a clever kid. “BJ isn’t your personal encyclopedia of paranormal bullshit. Besides, he hardly knows anything.” “Fuckin’ rude.” “Well!” she throws her hands up, a gesture he recognizes that she’s picked up from Emily. “I’m just saying, you don’t know enough to be that interesting.” He drops to his feet and puts a hand out, and she glares at him as an invisible force gently pushes her towards the door. “That’s enough, I think you’ve fulfilled your annoying little sibling requirements for today,” he grates at her, and she’s about out the door when Charles’ voice booms from downstairs. “Dinner!” Dinner is from Charles’ favorite Thai place, and the amount of food ordered seems to throw Kevin off guard. There’s a tall stack of delicious smelling styrofoam boxes, all of which are systematically set on the kitchen counter in a line, and the Deetz family goes through with plates, and helps themselves. It becomes clear pretty quickly that the amount ordered has more to do with who is eating, and not what they’re eating. Betelgeuse simply picks up two or three boxes instead of a plate, and settles at the table. His excuse for being a glutton has always been that his powers require a lot of energy for upkeep, but he’s not actually sure if that’s true. Also, it’s an excuse he’s never actually had to use, at least not in this house, because despite being somewhat akin to a garbage disposal in terms of food, his parents never give him any crap for eating. When he’d shown up, a skinny feral bitey little fuck, they’d been very encouraging of him stuffing his face. Now he’s older, obviously, and maybe he’s a bit chubby for his age, but it seems the entire family figures it’s better than looking starved, like he did before. He doesn’t think he’ll die if he doesn’t eat, but it feels good to have a full stomach, and he likes the way food tastes, so yes, he eats a lot. The way he sees it, it just means more B-Man to go around. Kevin, meanwhile, takes a polite amount and sits down next to him. “So, Kevin! Today was your first day?” Emily smiles brightly to the teen, who nods. “Yeah, I’m living with my dad now, so... new school,” he explains. Betelgeuse has the urge to pick up one of his boxes of food and take a cartoonish bite, like it’s a sandwich, but he doesn’t think that gag will play, right at this moment. “BJ has never brought a friend over before,” Charles says, unhelpfully. “Have too!” Betelgeuse protests, because he’s not trying to look like a total freak ass loser in front of the one person who seems

interested in talking to him.

Charles furrows his brow. “Who..? Oh, well…” he pauses. “I don’t know if.. If Sam counts…” “Sam was cool,” Lydia interjects, staring at Kevin, the unfinished half of her sentence being, “unlike you.” He’s got no clue why she’s gunning for Kev the way she is, but it’s kinda funny to watch a nine year old intimidate a teen. “He came over, didn’t he? Sure, it was uninvited, through a mirror, but I’m counting it anyways.” “BJ,” Charles starts, but Betelgeuse just shrugs. “It’s fine, dad. He knows. He was at the pumpkin patch.” It takes Charles and Emily a moment, but they both suddenly look nervous. “BJ is a good kid!” Emily blurts immediately, sounding defensive and looking at Kev, who sort of gives a nod. “It’s cool, I… threw tantrums when I was little, too. I mean, mine weren’t like. Cool vegetation apocalypses, but, you know.” He gives an easy shrug, before looking at Betelgeuse. “Who is Sam? Another demon?” “A better demon,” Lydia mutters, and at this point, he’s a second away from teleporting her into the neighbor’s pool. “He’s like Santa for Halloween, if Santa enforced Christmas time cheer with extreme violence.” “He’s Halloween Krampus,” Emily supplies helpfully, and he nods. “He’s the spirit of Halloween, and he’s cool. He’s only around one night, and he’s usually busy workin’, but when he gets a moment he pops in and we hang out. You’d probably-” like him isn’t exactly the right words. Humans don’t tend to feel easy in Sam’s presence. “- get along?” he finishes, but that also doesn’t seem likely. Sam isn’t outright cruel… usually. But his aura is clearly threatening, and he doesn’t play nice. The only reason Betelgeuse isn’t worried about his humans is because Sam has very clear, very structured rules. Rules that Emily had already been following, regardless of demonic threat. Also, last Halloween, Lydia had gone as Sam, orange jumpsuit, burlap sack and button eyes and everything, and Sam, ever a being of few words, had said, Flattered. He figures that probably earned the Deetz family at least one get out of murder free card. “This is all so cool,” Kevin twirls his fork around his pad phak. “It’s like, something from a movie. I can’t believe demons are.. Real. And I know about them.” There is, for a moment, a shine in his eyes that makes Betelgeuse uncomfortable, but it passes so quickly, he starts to assume he imagined it. He gives in, picks up a styrofoam box full of spicy chicken, and takes a bite out of the whole thing. His dad groans. After they’re done eating, they play video games, and whatever that moment was at dinner, he forces himself to forget it. Kevin is cute, and Kevin wants to talk to him, and that’s about as much as he cares to think about, right now. When Mr. Loh comes to pick him up, Kevin gives Betelgeuse’s hand a squeeze. It’s just the two of them, on the front porch, under the stars only he can see, because light pollution makes them invisible to the human eyes. Still, the setting feels intimate, and that hand holding cements it, at least at that moment. He’s not imagining it. “See you tomorrow?” Kevin smiles, and Betelgeuse knows his face flushes a little more purple at that. “Uh, yeah, for sure,” he says, and Kevin steps off the front porch and hurries to his dad’s car, their moment broken, but he stands there a while anyways, even after the car disappears down the street. He takes his own hand in hand, and gives it a squeeze, trying to imitate what Kevin had done flawlessly. He wanders inside after a while, but just stands with his back to the front door, replaying that simple moment over and over, until Charles, passing him on his way up to bed, pauses. “BJ? Your hair is… pink.”

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I really do need you..... ( *Father* Levi x *Daughter* Y/n ) (Attack On titan)

⚠Warning⚠ This contains self-harm, Y/N getting raped,Some swearing and some angst...If you do not like any of these things, please read something else....This anime/show is not mine!!

There is also some fluff at the end. If you like this then Auther-Chan would like to say thank you and she might make a part two or this will Just stay like this :( Auther-Chan would try to make a part two for guys :D

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Y/n POV

¨Now Im late...Yay, Those fucking brats.¨ Y/n says while walking to class.

Flashback!!

¨well well well, look who it is, Its bitch Ackerman Ha!¨ The school bullys...Alex, Dj and Draco (Random names I picked )

¨Look I don´t have any money ok. Now fuck off¨

¨Hey guys! Looks like someone needs to get a beating, this will be fun¨

And there you are, laying on the ground beaten to death.

End Of Flashback!!

You walked in class. You cover yourself because the WHOLE class was looking at you.

¨ Y/n dear, how come your late?¨ Hange said.

¨I slept in¨

¨Well make sure to come to school on time next time ok?¨

I just nod. I went to go to my desk until I fall on my face.Everyone was laughing. Hange, my teacher yelled ¨ CLASS, YOU WILL BE RUNNING TWO WHOLE LAPS AT LUNCHTIME, YOU HEAR ME!¨ Hange was a kind, caring, and crazy teacher. But when ever someone laughs or bullys someone she like somebody else. The whole class stopped laughing when teach ( Teacher ) yelled at them, I was already in my seat then we all started to do math.

tImE sKiP

¨Hey Y/n!¨ It was Reiner and Bertolt waving at me, I waved back saying hello to both of them.It was gonna be my birthday tomorrow and the last day of school.

¨Y/n¨ Bertolt said.

¨Yeah¨ I say.

¨Would you like to watch a movie with me and Reiner at our place❓¨

¨ Sure, why not :D¨

¨YAAY¨

~Mean while~

When we got to there place we put some pjs on and man I Reiner and Bertolt were soOoOOOoo cute :DD. Reiner was wearing cat pjs and Bertolt was wearing pig pjs. I was wearing a full on white bunny pjs. We all had our hoodies on while watching some of disney plus. We then heard a door bell so Bert to get it and Mikasa, Eren,Jean,Sasha,Connie,Annie,Armin,Ymir,Histora.

¨Y/n...(Your Mums Name) Died...Your mum died...¨ Levi/Dad said.

¨ Your joking right...Yeah your joking, well dad that joke really wa-¨ I was about to speak until he yelled...Levi yelled...At me.

¨Y/N! IM NOT FUCKING JOKING OK, PLUS YOU KNOW BETTER YOU KNOW ME RIGHT, YOU KNOW FUCKING RIGHT I WOULDN´T JOKE ABOUT LOVED ONES BEING DIED¨

I just look back shocked...Then I yelled. ¨ DO YOU HAVE TO YELL AT ME DAD? HUH? IM YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER! JUST TALK FUCKING NORMAL DANM!

¨YOU KNOW Y/N?!¨

¨...What...>__<¨

¨GET. OUT. OF. MY...FUCKING CAR. YOU CAN FUCKING WALKING HOME YOU BRAT.

I looked at him...My father. I was wearing VERY thin pjs.

¨ I SAID GET OUT!¨

¨ I AM YOU FUCKING DICK¨

I got out and the he went. It was cold. Very cold, I walking down the street and three old ugly men were behind me, I was crying. And then...Boom. The three men grabbed me and started to touch me...me...my chest...MY BODY...They started to play with me.

I called out for help but one of the men were kissing me.

¨You like that don´t you? You slut¨

¨ NO I HATE IT GET OFF YOU ME YOU UGLY GROWN ASS OLD DICKS¨

But now, I take back what I just said...I wanted to die...Im sick of living...I don´t wanna live anymore...i hate life...

¨Old men huh?we were gonna go easy on you but looks like were gonna have to hard because our doll was a very bad girl¨

¨Yup, what a very bad girl~~¨

2 hours late~~

I just layed there. They raped me. I then got up and I could barly walk. I went home.

When I got home I saw my dad and he saw me. he was drunk, I was hurt. But he didn´t see. I went to the kitchen. I grabbed a knif and went back to my room. There was a bathroom in my room so I went in there, and started to do things...( I think you already knows what happens )

I looked at my now bloodly arm then I waited for my blood to dry up. When it was all dryed up I cleaned the mess. I put some pjs on because my others were all bloody with my blood. I went to go make me some food but there were non there were only eggs. I walked to my dad then asked if he wanted some eggs.

¨Your such a pig Y/n, You should lose some god danm wight, why don´t you go onik onik huh?¨

¨SHUT UP DAD, I FUCKING WALKED OUT IN THE FUCKING COLD¨

He then looked like he wasn´t druck, he looked like he didn´t care.

¨SO? ITS JUST FUCKING COLD, WHY ARE YOU BLAMMING ME? YOUR ACTING LIKE I WAS THE ONE WHO FUCKING MADE YOU COLD.¨

He stood up yelling at me.

¨DAD, YOU MADE ME GET OUT OF THE CAR...HAVE YOU EVEN CHECK WHAT DAY OR TIME IT WAS? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT I GON THREW AT SCHOOL? DID YOU EVER SAY HOW WAS YOUR DAY WHEN I CAME BACK FROM SCHOOL? NO! DID YOU KNOW I GOT RA-

I fell on the ground, my cheek...It hurts, I just got slapped...Slapped...Slapped by my own...Fucking...Father.

¨ You know. Your never greatful¨ Thats what he said.

I held in my tears. So Im never greatful huh? I gave him MY money, MY love, I WAS GREATFUL. I CLEAN UP THE HOUSE WHEN HE WAS GONE.

I stood up...I went to my room. HE was always cold towards me. I went back to my room and packed some things. Things he did not buy. Then I jumped out of my window. I called Hange, Why wouldn´t I. she knows my dad as a friend friend.

¨ Hi Darling~~¨

¨Hi Anuty :D¨

¨So what do you need my little angel?¨

¨Well I was wondering if I could stay at your place and please don´t tell Levi...¨

¨What happened?¨

¨Is it ok if I tell you when I get to your place anuty?¨

¨Its ok but when you get here your gonna have to tell me everything. And.I.Mean.Everything."

¨Ok Anuty¨

Then the call ended.

Levi POV

I slapped her, I could see she was holding back her tears.

¨You know. Your never greatful

She sat there for a minute. She then went to her room, I was thinking about what she said. All of the things she said was right. But the last part I didn´t hear because I slapped her... I went to go onto my phone and when I saw the time I just looked at it in shock...It was 5:28 AM and the date was your birthday...I shouted at my own daughter on HER birthday...I run to her room and she wasn´t there, I checked the bathroom and she wasn´t there. I cryed...She ran away. She ran away from me...Me...It was me who made her ran away, me.

I called her, she didn´t pick up I kept calling her until my phone died.

Y/n POV

¨That shortie did what¨

¨He yelled at me then slapped me¨

¨That short man is soo gonna be in a coffin if I ever see him hurt you¨

¨No Anuty, its ok¨

End of part 1

Sorry guys its Just Im so tried so Im just gonna end it here plus its 1:57 AM right now so yeah, and I hope you liked part 1 and have a very great night/day. Bye Auther-Chan loves you :DD

#levi heichou #levi angst #father levi #daughter y/n #hange #hange zoë #hange zöe

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Date Night - fic

Characters: Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Damian Wayne,  Pairing: timkon Summary: It was date night. The first in over a year. At least, it was supposed to be. A/N: For patreon supporter and overall hella person, @mayleebaby28!! Thank you for all your support and kindness over all the years. You’re positively amazing! Happy birthday! Amelia was adopted as a baby, probably through some case they were working. Jon was covering Tim and Conner’s patrols for them. Damian stayed the night, just because, and either slept on the couch or in a guest room. One of them definitely snored, and Damian definitely sent a picture of them passed out in the tent to at least Jon, and probably Dick and Cass too. Amelia was, of course, not sick in the slightest, haha.

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Conner whistled while he dried off after his shower. It was nothing fancy – an early dinner, a drive-in movie, and maybe a bar or nightclub for a drink or two afterwards if they were feeling really wild.

But hey, a date was a date, and this was the first one they’d had in over a year.

So to say he was excited was a bit of an understatement. Because when was the last time it was just them? Titans, friends, family – it seemed like they were always surrounded. Always with someone. Never the two of them. Never husband and husband.

Never just Conner and Tim.

Giddiness led his movements as he brushed his teeth and combed through his closet. Tim had reminded him all day that it was casual, that he could wear sweatpants and a hoodie if he really wanted to. But Conner was feeling kind of mischievous, feeling the need to be downright sexy. Conner wanted to see the gleam in Tim’s eye when he was absolutely turned on, when he wanted to do nothing but rip Conner’s clothes off.

So he bypassed the sweatpants, digging for the jeans Tim claimed were his favorite.

He was just pulling a button-up shirt around his shoulders when he heard a whine in another part of the house. The other bedroom, their daughter’s bedroom.

He was already on his way over there when he heard Tim respond to her, murmuring softly. She – Amelia – whined again, adding an extra haughty pout this time too.

Conner smiled.

But when he ducked his head into the room, he felt his smile falter, just a little. Amelia was cocooned in Tim’s arms, leaning her cheek pathetically against his collarbone. Tim was gently rocking her back and forth, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

That was the face of a man clearly not thinking about getting ready for a date.

“What’s wrong?” Conner asked anyway, stepping into the room. Amelia glanced up at him and sniffed, lifting her hand to curl her fingers up and down in a wave.

Tim turned towards him a little bit. “She’s warm.”

Conner smirked. “She’s always run warm.” He ran his hand down her hair. “But also, you always run cold, so you kind of think everything is warm.”

“This is different.” Tim countered. “I don’t think she feels good.”

Conner glanced down. “Don’t feel good, princess?”

Amelia pursed her lips. Shook her head. And Conner had to hold in his laugh.

Because Amelia had Tim wrapped around her finger, and even at four years old, she absolutely knew that. She knew she had Conner too, of course, but Tim was absolute putty in her hands, every time.

And the one thing she knew even more surely than that was that she hated – hated – being away from her dads, for even a moment.

“We should stay.” Tim whispered immediately. Amelia squeezed his shirt in her fist.

“I think she’s alright.” Conner pressed the back of his hand to Amelia’s forehead. “She doesn’t feel warm to me.”

She sniffed loudly.

“I don’t know…” Tim sighed, rocking her again.

“Damian’s babysitting tonight, and, as he likes to remind us, he’s practically a doctor himself anyway. So if anything really was wrong, it’d be better she’s under his care anyway, and then we’d just be in the way.” Conner tried. He stroked Amelia’s hair again. “Don’t you want to see Uncle Damian?”

Amelia twisted her lips. As much as she loved her dads, she adored her aunts and uncles even more. Damian especially, because he always brought one of his pets with him.

“If anything, it’s just a little cold.” Conner continued. “What do you always say when you get a cold? You just have to sleep it off.”

Tim scowled. “I think there’s a difference between me and Amelia.”

“I mean, there’s not, healthwise, but thanks for proving my point that you’re a workaholic and purposefully don’t take care of yourself anyway.” He half sang. Tim rolled his eyes as Conner laughed. “…Do you really want to stay?”

Tim sighed, sheepishly shrugged his free shoulder. “I mean…”

As if on cue, there was a knock on the front door. Conner let out a longsuffering sigh, ruffled Amelia’s hair, and left the room to answer it.

It, of course, was Damian.

“You may have come all this way for nothing.” Conner drawled, suddenly remembering that he hadn’t buttoned his shirt yet. He winced as a silent apology, quickly wrapping the two sides around his chest.

“Oh?” Damian hummed, stepping into the house anyway, good old Titus right behind him. “Is Amelia playing him like a fiddle again?”

“Unfortunately.” Conner nodded. “She’s convincing him she’s sick.”

Damian politely took off his shoes. Titus, less politely, gave a whole body shake. “Is she?”

“Not that I can tell. She doesn’t feel any warmer than normal, and her sniffing I’m pretty sure is from crying.” Conner listed. “Mind taking a look while you’re here anyway?”

Damian nodded and smiled, glancing over as Tim appeared from the hallway.

“Hey.” Tim said, almost shyly. Damian nodded as Titus trotted over, licking at Amelia’s bare toes.

“Hand her over.” Damian ordered, holding his hands out. Amelia, finally, unlatched from Tim’s shirt to reach out herself. Damian cooed as he took her, and he almost instantly disappeared further into the house, Titus happily trotting along with him.

As they heard Damian start speaking, Tim looked back at Conner with an apologetic grimace.

“Do you want to stay?” Conner asked again with a smile. Tim leaned against his chest and sighed.

“Just in case.” Tim admitted. “Just this once.”

Conner laughed, because Tim always said that.

Tim closed his eyes, hid his face against Conner’s chest as he snaked his arms under his unbuttoned shirt. “…She got me again, didn’t she?”

“Maybe.” Conner offered, holding Tim back. “But that just means you love her.”

“It means I spoil her.”

“It means you’re a good dad. A great dad.” He put his finger under Tim’s chin and lifted it. “And that just makes me love you more.”

Tim smiled sadly, tiredly. “I really was looking forward to a night out.”

“I know.” Conner promised.

“You’re wearing my favorite pants and everything.” Tim almost whined.

“I am.”

“I’ll make it up to you.” Tim swore. “I promise.”

“You know you don’t have to.” Conner smiled, kissed Tim’s forehead. “Any time I get to spend with you, even with other people, is good enough for me.”

Tim closed his eyes, and leaned deeper into his space. They stood there for a moment, listening to the sounds coming from the other room. Voices, mostly, but then the sound of a few closets being opened, and…moving furniture?

But before they could ask, Amelia reappeared in the mouth of the living room, hand clutched to Titus’s collar.

“Daddies.” She hummed, moving forward. Titus, awkwardly crouching, walked kindly next to her. “I’m sorry I ruined your day.”

She meant date, they knew that, but that didn’t stop them from smiling anyway.

“You didn’t ruin anything, princess, it’s okay.” Conner promised.

“But!” She cried. “Uncle Dami and I made you sumthin.” She spun away, dragging Titus with her. “Come on!”

She ran down the hall, but Conner and Tim both saw her run her snotty nose along her sleeve anyway. They glanced at each other, and did as they were told.

And they were both surprised into silence when they entered the living room. Because suddenly, there was a blanket fort set up in the middle of the floor that had not been there ten minutes ago. Damian was walking around it, gently hanging Christmas lights from the garage along its triangular roof.

“For your day.” Amelia promised. “You guys stay in the tent, and Uncle Dami and I will stay on the couch and not bother you.” She nodded confidently. “It’ll be like we ain’t even here.”

Conner raised an eyebrow, glancing at Damian. “Her idea.” He admitted with a smirk.

“You…okay with that?” Conner asked. “I mean…you don’t have to stay, since we aren’t going out anymore.”

“It’s fine.” Damian waved off. “Though I do ask if you will be doing anything…dirty, to please not do it in the tent, or at least give me enough time to take Amelia and leave the area.”

Both their faces lit up in embarrassment.

“Also, I am not Pennyworth.” Damian reminded. “While I will expertly design and build you a tent in your own home, I am not preparing your food. Get your own.”

Conner laughed, even as he leaned down and picked Amelia up, throwing her gently in the air. “You’re amazing, sweetheart.”

“I won’t bother you.” She said again, bowing her head in guilt. “Even when I want something. I’ll get Uncle Dami to get it.”

“It’s fine. You can bother us.” Tim said. “Thank you for being so thoughtful though.”

She nodded and pointed towards the TV that the tent faced. “I picked out a movie for you.”

“And I left alternate options by the player.” Damian called, implying without saying so that Amelia probably picked one of her own movies, about cartoon pigs or clue-finding dogs.

“Thank you, baby.” Tim kissed her cheek, but frowned a little. He caught Conner’s eye and shrugged. “…I still think she’s warm.”

Conner laughed and rolled his eyes, even as Amelia pointed towards the tent and demanded they go to it.

So they did, and Amelia waited patiently as the two crawled awkwardly in through the opened flap. They both flopped onto the pillows and blankets that had been laid out inside, and stared at each other in the dim glow of the Christmas lights.

“Okay, have fun, Daddies, goodnight!” Amelia screamed, vanishing around the side. There was a second of feet noisily slapping along the floor, then a grunt from Damian as Amelia tackled him onto the couch, and let out a fit of giggles.

Conner and Tim smiled at each other. Tim slowly rolled towards Conner, flopping an arm across his chest.

“I love you.” He whispered. Conner smiled, tucked some loose hairs behind Tim’s ear.

“Love you too.” He promised, leaning down to meet Tim in a kiss. The kiss instantly dissolved into multiple, adoring, but quiet, Damian’s request at the forefront of both their minds.

After a few moments, though, they settled, leaning into each other as they listened to Amelia entertain her uncle. Then, they went through the movie suggestions Damian had left, picked one, and set it up to play.

It was lame, and Damian would tell them that for weeks to come, but they both fell asleep before the movie ended. Before the movie really even got started.

But that was alright. Because they were together. Because, in a way, they still got their date.

Because when they woke up the next morning, they found Titus guarding the front of the tent, and their daughter snuggled between them, fast asleep and holding both of their hands.

Conner smiled as he rolled deeper into the embrace of his family. “You know what?” He whispered as he leaned down to kiss Tim good morning. Tim hummed in response. “I think this is better than any date night could have been.”

Tim yawned a smile, and burrowed himself and his daughter even deeper into the blankets, and his husband’s space.

#Tim Drake #conner kent #Damian Wayne #timkon

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Tap Out Job

leverage 2.02

Jack: Somebody drugged his water. It's an old boxing trick. He couldn't defend himself, and... He's still in the hospital.

that’s fucked

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Eliot: It's not a cockfight. All right? Let me show you something, Hardison. Come here. Can I borrow you? (puts a gentle hand on Parker’s hip, guiding her to the open space behind the couch) All right. Square up. Remember what I showed you?

(Hardison and Parker square up)

Hardison: Are you...

Eliot: There's three phases to an MMA--to an MMA fight, okay? One, striking. (Parker punches Hardison in the face) Nice. Next is grappling, the takedown. (Parker grabs Hardison and throws him on the floor) Exactly. All right. The third one is jujitsu. Okay, try to isolate a joint. (Parker gets Hardison in a hold) That's good. That's a textbook armbar, Parker. Put some pressure on there.

Parker: Like this?

Eliot: There you go. Or you can go for a choke hold.

Hardison: She got to be choking me. (tries to get away)

Eliot: Remember that thing that I showed you?

Parker: Oh, yeah. The choke.

Eliot: Lock that in. All right. You don't have to hold the arm. See, that's a triangle choke. That's nasty. Puts pressure on his carotid artery, and the guy will submit by tap out.

Hardison (tapping the ground): Eliot, I'm tapping! I'm tapping!

Eliot: These fights are won by inches, I'm telling you.

Hardison: I can't breathe!

Eliot: All about leverage.

Sophie: Yeah, it looks really painful.

Hardison: It is painful!

Nate: No TV deal, you said, huh? Hardison, what are this guy's other interests, this Rucker guy?

Hardison: Seriously, you ask me a question right now...

Sophie: I'll take that. Yeah, rotary club, golf membership.

Nate: Golf, huh?

Hardison: Help me!

Sophie: Yeah. I mean, this guy's like a 1950s sitcom character. He plays a weekly game with the local businessmen. In fact, last year, he won the club championship.

Nate: Did he? Hmm.

Hardison: Let me go!

Nate: I guess it's...

Hardison: She's killing me!

Nate: …it's time to hit the links.

Hardison: I'm cool. Just let me go real quick.

eliot canonically teaches parker how to fight in his spare time and I LOVE THAT

fucking CHAOTIC OT3 + parker is having a great time while hardison is dying

ALSO can we just for a minute appreciate how when she puts him in a chokehold she was wrapping her legs around his neck, which basically had his head in her crotch area and !!! it wasn’t sexualized at al !!! literally A N Y other show would have sexualized it even just a little bit but not leverage. never leverage.

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I love it when they fuck with peoples gear (like with the baseballs or hockey pucks or in this instance the golf balls)

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parker playing with the golf club covers

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literally EVERY con has nate being an asshole (this one was one of the more annoying ones tho)

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hi I am but a simple bi and eliot in that grey hoodie was VERY attractive

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Room Service: Room service. Can I help you?

Sophie: Yeah, no, I can't eat this. I'm sorry?

Everything on my plate is yellow.

Room Service: It's chicken-fried steak.

Sophie: It's what? Chicken-fried steak?

Room Service: Yes.

Sophie: No, let me just tell you, all right. Meat should never be used as an adjective.

~ a little while late ~

Sophie: I'm starving.

Parker: I found these in the minibar. (throws her a bag)

Sophie: "Pork Rinds"? How do you peel a pig? (throws it back)

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Hardison: Got it. See, Online video websites, they track viewer hits by IP Address, so the trick is to just spoof a bunch of IPs, then write a script that lets you browse the video page via the proxy list and...

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Sophie: Well, this guy, he just--he give me the creeps.

Eliot: We've gone up against rougher dudes than this before.

Sophie: I know. But it's this whole treating people as commodities. This whole barbaric sport.

Eliot: Hey, don't lump these guys in with Rucker. All right, he's not what the sport's about.

Sophie: Eliot, this "sport" is about two guys beating the crap out of each other.

Eliot: MMA fighters act with more respect than any other athlete I've seen.

Sophie: Yeah, they're "Braveheart," I get it.

Eliot: No, you don't. These guys don't fight because they like hurting other people, all right. They fight to gain some sort of control over their opponents, over their environment, over their lives. Have you seen this town? Huh? The farms are drying up. The only stores are bail bondsmen and pawn shops, and there's nothing they can do about it. So, yeah, they get in the ring and try not to let it all suffocate them. (a beat, he smiles) And it's about two guys beating the crap out of each other. (she smiles back)

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eliot is wearing a green flannel in this one and it looks very nice and comfy

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Rucker: Well, bottom line is, you need good product. What event are you here to produce?

[Interior Van]

Hardison: On it. There's a tractor pull in grand island, a livestock show in council bluffs, white people doing other white things…

pls keep calling out white people pls we deserve it lmfao

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Director (in car looking at his phone): Come on! Come on! Give me something! Come on! Is this gonna take long?

Nate (through window): No. Two shakes. Are you in a hurry?

Director: Even half a bar... what? Yes. Hurry. Does anyone in this backwater hellhole know what that means?

Nate: You're a director, right? What was your name again?

Director: What? It's Laurence. Todd Laurence.

Nate: Todd, well, listen, Mr. Laurence. See, I wrote a script...

Director: Huh?

Nate: Yeah. It's about a limo driver who solves mysteries till his wife leaves him for --

Director: For the love of god!

Nate: ...the best part: The feed store manager. Right? His wife…

Director: Yeah...?

Nate: Tramp...

Director: Hey, hee-haw, move the car! Okay

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parker in leather pants, a bright yellow ‘I heart Nebraska’ tshirt and weird hat, eating a corn dog? ,,,a look I guess

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Hardison (showing passes): So, I'm Todd Laurence? (girls flock to Hardison) Ladies, please, look. For the last time, I am not the tailback for the cornhuskers. Go! I don't even know what a cornhusker is.

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Rucker: And all you need is a product?

Sophie: Well, that's what they are: Products. You get the girls with Trianna, you get the boys with MMA. And there's always another fresh-faced princess ready to go through the singing/dancing mill in Florida. Occasionally, we let one be a lesbian, keeps the press on their toes

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Hardison: What? What? W-what was I supposed to do? It was cousin Jimmy.

Sophie: He's right. We couldn't have planned for that.

Hardison: Look, you know what I can do? I can re-task a satellite, I can get a level 3 NSA clearance, but I can't hack a hick

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Eliot: All right, it doesn't matter. What do we do now?

Parker: We can move the Howorth.

Eliot: We're not moving the Howorths. All right? This is their home. That means something to people here.

Sophie: Yeah, we can't babysit them forever.

Nate: We've taken out bigger players than this. You know, there's got to be some way, something we can...

Eliot: No, no! I take the dive.

Sophie: You sure?

Hardison: Give me some time, okay? I've found some funny business in Rucker's accounts. I can move some things.

Eliot: Forget the fact that we just got beat by Barney Fife, all right? This is the right move. Tactically it's the right move. You all know that. (walks away)

none of them want to see eliot hurt more than he needs to or see him go down like that and I cry

alec ‘give me five minutes I will do literally anything for eliot’ hardison

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Sophie: Hey. Listen, you-you don't have to do this, you know. Nate's gonna come up with something.

Eliot: I'm losing a fight, Sophie. I'm not diving on a grenade. I'll be all right.

Sophie: Yeah, I know. I'm not talking physically.

Eliot: I think my ego can handle it.

Sophie: Look, you told me that it's about control, about knowing that you're never gonna be the victim. And that's what keeps you going, right?

Eliot: You think I'm upset 'cause I got to let this guy kick my ass? I learned a long time ago, you can't control the violence. I can take the punishment. That's what I do. What I need to control is not out there. (touches his chest) It's here. Always.

(Sophie smiles and walks away)

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hardison holds eliots face before he fights I never noticed that before

+ eliot’s hair is curly when it’s wet/when he’s sweaty. this means he blowdries his hair on a regular basis. eliot, as a part of taking control of himself and his life after moreau took interest in self care and taking care of his hair in this essay I will-

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one thing I love about this is that eliot doesn’t have a six pack (see this commentary I made with a few lovely additions by my mutuals)

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Jack: Where's Rucker?

Hardison: Oh, the Iowa State Police just got a tip that a fugitive is headed into their jurisdiction. And I'm pretty sure crossing state lines with a bag full of cash won't look too good.

Parker: Especially when they find the little surprise in his trunk.

[Flashback, Pawn Shop]

Parker: I need guns. (dumping money on counter) $6,000 worth. And one of those.

LMFAO THERE WAS A TUBA TOO

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Doctor (examining Eliot): You took a hell of a pounding. We should get you a CT scan. You could have internal bleeding.

Jack: You let yourself get hammered like that on purpose? That's a hell of a lot of punishment to take.

Sophie: That's what he does.

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eliot held the rope up for parker to step under when they were getting out of the ring

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Sophie (to Parker): Pork rind? They're actually pretty good. (parker shakes her head and rubs her stomach) You sure?

sophie nO

#leverage #leverage 2.02 #leverage 2x02 #the tap out job #the tap-out job #leverage season 2 #season 2 #notable moments #mine

[marawritingstuff]

SUNSHINE

Finally, I would like to thank my fellow classmates.  I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for you.

Valedictorian speech written.   Come on, Amelia, no sleeping.   Time to write the memoriam.   Everybody would have completely forgotten about Sunshine, aka Jennifer, if those idiots stopped talking about weird stuff.

On this day as the Class of 2008 celebrates our graduation, our Sunshine isn’t here.   Jennifer Halloway sadly took her life seven months ago.  

Couldn’t someone else give this speech? Heaven knows, we weren’t friends. Sunshine didn’t have any friends. I didn’t even know her!  Well, maybe a little bit.

Sunshine always lit up a room with her distinctive style.  She brought laughter wherever she went.

My first encounter with Sunshine occurred the first day of fifth grade.  Jennifer stumbled through the homeroom door dressed in a jumper that was falling apart at the seams with a sun patch centered slightly below her large breasts.  The tall, overweight girl, with a haircut that even a discount barber wouldn’t admit to, clutched her books closely to her chest.  As a chorus of “You are My Sunshine” sprang from the mouths of a group of students near the back, a storm of spitballs flew through the air.  Sunshine didn’t even look up amid the commotion but headed to a corner desk at the far side of the classroom. A wave of sympathy overcame me, and I began to get up to greet her, only to be met by Susie, my best friend’s hand. I looked at my friends.  Some were laughing while others had wrinkled up their faces as if Sunshine had a communicable disease that could be passed through the air by her mere presence.  There is not much I can say now.  Then I was a ten-year-old girl who wanted to be liked so I wrote off Sunshine’s life, joining in my friends’ laughter and jeers that would last for nearly seven more years.

Her intelligence and compassion did not go unnoticed by teachers and fellow students.

Sunshine remained on the periphery of my universe.   We were both smart, extremely smart.  Advanced placement classes cluttered our schedules; at least for a while, but she lacked the social graces to stay amongst the “gifted.”  Group projects were the new fad in education.   My peers pretended to let Sunshine be part of the group during class, but everyone knew the real discussions, work, and fun happened afterschool. Nobody ever told her where the meetups were happening.  When it came to the division of work, the group inevitably responded: Jennifer refused to help.    Some of the teachers would try to elicit a defense from Sunshine, but she remained silent.   I guess she never got over the fear instilled in her in elementary school.  Supposedly, she told on some bullies for calling her “Cabbage Patch Kid” and they slammed her in the mud and kicked her bad.  Of course, there were some teachers who were just as ruthless as the students.  I heard Ms. Reardon, the sixth-grade science teacher, tell her that despite her intelligence, social problems meant that she would never succeed in life and Mr. Pearson, the seventh-grade English teacher, said someone as poor as her shouldn’t have hope. I wish I could say that I acted differently, that I tried to include her, but I didn’t. By the time we reached high school, the group project grades had dropped her out of my academic circle.   However, the continued bullying kept Sunshine burning bright in my orbit.

Jennifer’s grace was an example to us all.

The whole cheerleading squad threw me a welcome party the day before my freshman year began.  They even brought me the cutest outfit and a junior offered me a ride. At 7: 15 a.m., she pulled into the driveway in her clunker.   Fifteen minutes later we screeched into the parking lot, just as the buses were pulling in.  The unmistakable sound filled my ears.  “You Are My Sunshine.”   Mud balls flew knocking Jennifer from the stairs of the bus onto the concrete.   She pulled herself up dredging her splattered sunshine jumpsuit with her.  As she stepped through the entrance doors, Sunshine disappeared from my mind again.

Though she wasn’t one of the more outgoing students, she was beloved by everyone.

That first year our paths didn’t cross much as our classes were clearly different now and extra-curricular activities weren’t her thing.  At times, I would hear calls of “fatso”, “creepy”, and “not so little Orphan Annie” coming from the halls, and witness Sunshine being thrown into lockers.  At lunch she sat alone, while some kids threw food at her and most...okay, all…of us just sneered.   Gossip went around that her grandmother, her sole living relative, got cancer and the water in her house was turned off.      Her hygiene suffered, ostracizing her even more.  One morning I really had to pee, so reluctantly ran to the gross bathroom on the first floor. That giant jumpsuit was in a sink with Sunshine scrubbing it with a bar of soap. Laughter exploded from me.  She just stood there scrubbing…I am sorry I did that now.

I, for one, enjoyed Jennifer’s contributions in the classroom.

A language class was required for all students and, unfortunately, I lacked any skills in this area, so this meant mixing with all the other sophomores. As I walked into class, I noticed the name cards carefully placed on the desks. Señora Amelia Brantley.  Cute.  Assigned Seating.  I scanned the desks.  Señora Jennifer Halloway right next to Señor Harry Hankel, the quarterback, who later became captain of the football team, a notorious bully. Everyone thought Harry would make it to the NFL someday bringing fame, and money, to our school. Thus, his pranks were largely ignored, especially by the popular teachers, like Ms. Garcia. Throughout the semester, every time Ms. Garcia turned her back, he would take hold of Sunshine’s desk and throw it into the wall leaving her reeling. Ms. Garcia refused to discipline Harry, instead admonishing Sunshine for moving her seat.  The worst day came on Cinco De Mayo.   There was a buffet of Mexican delights contributed by the students and Ms. Garcia.  A decorated piñata hung from the ceiling.  At the end of class, Ms. Garcia had us start a Conga line.   When Sunshine tried to join in, no one would touch her back.  They called her a dirty pig and made oinking sounds. Rather than discipline the class, Ms. Garcia simply broke up the line and we went back to the Cinco De Mayo feast. Sunshine went to the back corner of the room, sat down on the floor, and for the first time ever, I saw her cry.   That was the beginning of the end, even though I neither knew nor took any steps to stop it.

She was the picture-perfect student.

To be honest, SAT’s, college applications, and maintaining my 4.0 kept me too busy after that to think much about Sunshine.  I jumped on the chance to assist with developing the year-book pictures, not only since it would add another line to my Ivy League applications, but also because I loved watching the blobs slowly transform into images of happy people.  Cheerleaders forming pyramids.  Football players making touchdowns.  Even Susie’s mug, now a beautiful young lady, smiling at the Junior Fall Dance.    After school one day, I stirred the solution as the last picture appeared.  My arm grew limp as the picture came in focus. Sunshine was sitting in the corner of the gym at a pep-rally, all alone, grasping her knees.  She looked so miserable, like a puppy that had been hit too many times.   Gently, I moved the image towards the trash when the Senior Editor came in and stopped me, laughing and pronouncing that this would be a highlight. I didn’t say anything.   The centerfold of the yearbook was Sunshine’s picture with the caption, “You are the light of our school.”

As we are here to celebrate our own accomplishments, I know the Senior Class wishes they could throw Jennifer a ceremony that could honor her alone.

Unlike my freshman year, I walked through the school doors on the first day of my senior year with confidence and pride; head of the cheerleading squad, member of the student council, editor of the yearbook and a shoo-in for valedictorian.   Frankly, this was just a distraction from the wait on the responses of the Ivy League schools. December was the traditional month that early applicants received an acceptance…or rejection. August. September, November, were all a blur.

December 12th, I arrived home and opened my inbox:

NEW MAIL

HARVARD:   APPLICATION STATUS

SUSIE:    SPECIAL CEREMONY FOR SUNSHINE, DAWN

Clicking the attachment of the first message, my hands shook uncomfortably. The Harvard Crest sat cleanly at the top of the letterhead.  My eyes scanned the document.

“Congratulations.  You have been accepted into the incoming Class of the Fall Semester of 2008.”

The next few hours were a haze.  Screams and tears.  My mother hugging me.   Calling Susie.  It all seems like a huge mess of emotions now.   Later that night, Susie called to remind me that she was picking me up at 6:00 a.m. for the ceremony.  The excitement of the day had overwhelmed me.  I assumed it was another award for one of the teachers.  The second e-mail remained on my computer unopened as I dreamed of Harvard crimson sweatshirts.

The alarm rang all too soon, I threw on a hoodie and my Northface winter jacket and lumbered down to Susie’s car.  The window made a perfectly good pillow and blocked out most of her jabbering. Later, I learned that Susie was explaining that Sunshine’s grandmother had been missing for a few days.  One of the idiots from the football team called Sunshine impersonating the police luring her to the flagpole in front of the school, our destination, with a promise of information regarding her grandmother.  If I had only listened to Susie.  Or opened the e-mail.  Or done…anything.  

Susie screeched to a stop a few blocks from the school where several other cars loaded with seniors had assembled.  I struggled from the car, joining a group of twenty-five in a steady creep.  As we came over the hill, I could see Sunshine standing beside the flagpole in her old, scantly patched coat, shivering in the cold.  She kicked the snow around her, weakly mouthing, “where are you Grandma.”  The group pounced on her. Harry Hankel seized her by the arms forcing her to face the flagpole.  From under the snow, two other blindsiders began to pull ropes causing a pair of bloomers and a bra to ascend. The sunshine patches left no doubt of the owner, though I had no idea where the mob had obtained her private items.  The group broke out into a chorus of “You are My Sunshine” as they blasted her with ice balls, several striking her square in her mouth causing teeth to be knocked fully out.   Seconds seemed liked hours until someone opened the front doors of the school.   Everyone scattered.   I stood there for a second watching Sunshine lie there on the ground.  Blood dripped from her mouth staining the snow. Susie pulled me by the arm, and I turned away.  This would be my last view of Sunshine.

I wish I had a chance to know her more personally.

The incident occurred one week before the holiday break.  Sunshine didn’t make an appearance in school that week.     Holiday cheer soon made me forget the horrible event as my family overwhelmed me with gifts of Harvard paraphernalia: sweatshirts, mugs, anything you could imagine.   When I finally stepped back on the grounds of the school, I shivered. My eyes turned up to the flagpole resting on a shadowy image of one of Sunshine’s patches waving.    Susie dismissed it as an illusion due to stress.  Only a few hours into class, the principal called us all for an assembly in the auditorium.   Despite my heavy sweater, I hugged myself tightly trying to keep warm.  Mr. Lumbre, our principal, stepped on the stage, but I could barely see him despite all the theater lights.  A shadow seemed to be engulfing him.  

“Jennifer Halloway took her own life on New Year’s Day.  She is survived by her grandmother.  Funeral arrangements will be announced.  Grief counselors will be made available in the main office.  School is dismissed for the day to allow time for mourning and processing.”

The senior class sat still. I don’t know what they were feeling, all I know is no one said a word.

We really didn’t have the opportunity to say a proper good-bye.  However, even after she was gone, Jennifer still seemed to be with us somehow.

No sunshine came through the clouds the day they put her in the ground.  Only her grandmother and the church pastor watched as the casket descended into the earth.  I sat in Susie’s car staring.  I read in the newspaper that Sunshine had shot herself with her grandfather’s old gun. Her grandmother, finally recovering from a bout of dementia, returned to find her in the garage a few days later. Some of the other seniors said they were going to come to the funeral.  Susie backed out but let me take the car.   Only the hearse and the pastor’s beat up Chevy kept me company in the cemetery parking lot.  I couldn’t bring myself to get out and drove away in perceived silence, though I thought I heard the faint sound of Nat King Cole’s “When Shadow’s Fall.”

The grief counselors only stayed a few days as no one sought their services. Sunshine never left.   No matter how hard I tried to avoid it, every morning the sunshine shadow enveloped me as I crossed under the flagpole.  As the temperatures rose outside the school, they fell within.  The furnace was replaced, but the temperature didn’t rise a degree. They tore apart the ductwork, vents, and changed all the thermostats.   Nothing worked.   Soon things…well…they started getting scary. Senior girls were randomly being thrown into lockers.  Books flew from students’ arms.  The darkness and “When Shadow’s Fall” were everywhere. Most of the students, and staff, for that matter, were unfamiliar with the song.  My grandmother adored Nat King Cole.   Though I used to love hearing that smooth baritone, I shivered as it creeped from every Ipod, car stereo, and even the PA system.  No other music has been heard in the school since Sunshine’s death.  

I walked into a biology class one day on a mission to deliver notices of the upcoming teacher and student council cooperative meeting.  There sat Harry Hankel snoring away as a film on protozoa projected over him. I stared at him and sighed, sick of the whole damn school. To my shock, an invisible force picked up his desk and relentlessly banged him back and forth into the wall.   I saw nothing touch him but some in the class maintain that a sunshine shaped shadow passed over the film screen before the accident.  Harry’s dreams, and the school’s dreams, were over.  The doctors were unable to repair the damage in his right leg.  He will never play football again.

We wish she could have partaken in the many happy activities of Senior year that are captured forever in our memories.

The final grade announcements confirmed my valedictorian status.  I wanted to drop it all and drive off to Massachusetts, never to look back.  However, the yearbook distribution had to be done.  On the penultimate day of school for the seniors, I walked into the student council office and watched my junior editor sliding receipts into each book. She abruptly stopped, something seeming to catch her eye.  Flipping open the book, she let out a shriek and bolted from the office.  Drifting over to her workplace, the pages of the yearbook flipped back in the constant cool breeze that pervaded the office. I covered my mouth in horror, looking down at the faces, or lack of faces, of the senior class.  Susie should have been smiling back at me.  Instead, there was a black spot in the shape of a sunshine. Book after book, page after page, the same.  Black blotches smeared out any faces of seniors.  Slumping down in a chair, I began to cry.  I wasn’t sure then, or even now, who or what I was crying about. Was it for our lost happy year? Was it for the loss of my hard work? Or was it finally for Sunshine?

We are all sorry for the tragedy that befell Jennifer.  I can only hope that Sunshine can find the peace she was seeking.  Goodbye Jennifer.  

There will be no yearbooks to sign this year.  Mr. Lumbre cancelled the prom.  No one objected.  Soon there will be parents wishing many of us well as we head off to our respective colleges and universities.   The question is will Sunshine be with us?  Will she stay at the school?  I don’t know the answer to that.   I do know that she is here now as I type these words, shivering, in the dark, a sunshine shaped shadow looming over me.

I…am…. sorry….

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[goodtimingz]

dreaming you would come true

intro. pt1. pt2. pt3. pt4. pt5.

AN: check the intro out^, as usual, if jae ever hunts for fic again i’ll cry. btw stream zombie!!!!!! sorry if it’s boring ;-; i have mundane relationship goals and i want to ask my future bf about psychology so if u study psych hmu lol

tags: studentlife, jae day6, fluff, college!au

: the one where you meet jae in your second year of college and it’s basically love at first sight. just little excerpts of what i think a relationship w jae would be like c: 

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What can I do? I just like being with you.

Studying Psychology was great, when you were stressed you just pulled out your notes and cried into them. Which is exactly what you felt like doing at that moment, 10pm in the corner of the library. The library was reasonably packed, as it always was during finals. Just a bunch of students trying to cram a semesters worth of knowledge, some successful and others crying in the corner. You weren’t sure which group you fit into, but you were definitely questioning your existence in that moment.

The lanky boy from last week had been meeting you every night since you first met, an unspoken commitment but a consistent one nevertheless. Infact, he should be arriving about… now.

His ruffled hair and tired eyes met yours almost immediately. It had been only a few days but you were smiling at him like he already owned your heart, the smile he sent back making it harder to breathe.

“Yo y/n, what’s with the raccoon eyes, next time I see you are you gonna be in the trash?” No hello, just Jae as usual. You breathed out a sarcastic laugh wondering how he managed to look so casual? His grey hoodie had to be made from a very special material… boyfriend material.

“Ha. Ha, I actually might be though if I drop out and become homeless. Would you still hang out with me if I was a raccoon?” Jae rests his chin in his hands pretending to think it over.

“Well, raccoon’s are cute. I think having a raccoon friend would be pretty fun.” 

“Of course your logic is spot on, good to know I have a home if I really do drop out.”

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Jae laughs, he wants to reach out and touch your face, brush his hands through your hair and jab you in your sides until you can’t stop laughing. He would do a lot to keep that smile on your face. 

The past few days you two had formed a routine without words, it kind of just happened. Bonding over your love for food, deep conversations and jokes, you two hit it off harder than Brian hitting Wonpil’s cup over in Music class.  Even though Jae had felt like a total simp at first, going to the library with the sole purpose of meeting you the day after the phone drop, he was pleasantly surprised when you swiped half of your stuff to one side of the desk and waved him over.

Every time you smiled at him, he reminded himself to breathe. He had to be alive if he wanted to take you out, so breathing was important even when you made it so damn hard. He wasn’t super affectionate romantically but boy did he want to be now. You plagued his thoughts, at night he craved the feeling of you in his arms, in the day he wondered what it would be like to walk around with your hand in his. At lunch his thoughts drew back to you. One week had been the best torture ever.

“Jae, what are your thoughts on labels?” You perked up from his side, interrupting his thoughts of you as he pretended to scroll through his Ebook.

“Labels? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?” He asked, turning to face you with a teasing grin.

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“Hmm... similar concept!” You couldn’t help but smile in his direction. I mean… if you would be my boyfriend? You had to physically shake the thought out as Jae watched you with amusement in his eyes. “I mean, for my exam we have to discuss labelling in society, how would you label me?”

“I would label you a panda. You’re cute, you’re clumsy and you’re tired.”

“Jae, I am not clumsy, you can’t say that when you literally tripped up the stairs yesterday!” You pointed, laughing at the image. Had Jae called you cute just then? You tried to overlook it. Cute was something people called pets and small things, maybe he just seen you as small.

“How can you forget that you literally dropped your phone 8 times since we’ve met, and we only hang at night time in one place. You have butter fingers!” He had a point but you shot him a childish glare. So your phone had gone through some hard times, but Jae had literally dropped his when you first met so who was the real butter fingers?

“Don’t you think it’s time for a boba run?” Changing the topic was the only way you’d escape, or it’d be a roast about who was clumsier which would end in you both laughing until everyone around you hated your souls.

“Definitely what I needed to hear.”

And just like that you both packed up your stuff and exited the warm building. With Jae things were exciting even when life felt mundane. You’d catch yourself smiling through your day just thinking about him, and the frequency of that happening just kept increasing.

The night was cold, but you refused to shiver. If you did Jae would probably tease you and say, “I ain’t giving you my hood, equal rights!”. You would then shove him and then he’d shove you. Gosh, he was so childish sometimes and yet you loved it. He knew how to act, he carried himself as this chill guy who never let life get to him, but you knew it did. Sometimes you would hear a groan, a sigh, and you knew life just wasn’t going how he wanted it to. Whenever you asked him questions he would think them over thoroughly, even if his initial response was a joke.

An idle thought crossed your mind. “Jae, what time does the boba shop close?”  You both glanced  as he pulled out his phone, his eyes widening as it read 10:45pm. 

“11pm.” 15minutes till closing and a 20 minute walk? You watched as he tucked his phone away, but you did not expect him to grab your wrist and run. This meant you were literally being dragged along with him, and by the time you arrived at the store (receiving weird glances from the owner), you two were laughing your asses off out of sheer adrenaline. It felt good to run in the cold night together and despite you being out of breath, you managed to squeeze in a few chicken running jokes on the way.

“You’re so short it’s like watching a baby pig run.” Jae teased, poking your cheek and heading to the counter to order.

“Sorry we aren’t all lanky giraffes, Jae.”

“Don’t hate the player hate the game Y/n!” Jae held his hands up in defence with the cutest grin. “What game! Life?” You shoved him gently with a smile, leaning around him to pay for your drink. His hand quickly pushed yours away, tapping his card to pay.

“Hey! We’re both broke what are you doing?” You had no idea what he was thinking. Last time you heard he was complaining about having only $3.20 in his account.

Jae simply smiled in an sickly sweet way, shrugging his shoulders and walking to a seat.

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He was broke. But he felt rich in soul. Okay, that was extremely cheesy. It’s just the way you laughed while running beside him, it made him feel so alive.

 He cared about you now, no take backs!

You planted a tiny seed in his heart and he was watering it everyday, it grew so fast and he knew it would be hard to get out. You sat across from him gazing around at the decorations of the store mindlessly and he couldn’t stop thinking about how he didn’t want to lose the image of you.

Life had been plain, last week he couldn’t even remember. It all felt the same. Study, play, sleep, eat and repeat. Everyday he was one step closer to stepping out of college, and he really tried hard to enjoy the mundane times of his life. But after a whole year of playing catch up with college work and performing, he thoroughly enjoyed the idea of finally having someone to share it with.

“Jae, you should let me dye your hair.” You looked genuinely excited and slightly evil, hands reaching over to touch Jae’s hair. “It’s kind of dead. That definitely means pink next.” Jae feigned annoyance but he won’t admit he leaned into your touch a liiiiittle.

“What in the world is going through your head to think I would trust you with such a special job. My hair is my image!” He could feel the tips of his ears giving away his chill image.

“Do we need to talk Jae? You know you’re more than your hair. You have a great personality too. I can book you in tomorrow at 9pm.” Your teasing made him reach over and scruff up your hair sending you into giggles.

“We get it Y/N, you’re gonna be a crazy psychologist though.” He laughed, hoping he could be there to see the day you graduate. 

BRO.

Jae needed a good slap. He’d fallen too hard in such a short time, maybe he was just stressed.

(It definitely wasn’t that.)

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