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[starredforlife]

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[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part eighteen

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.8k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: hiii posting this early bc bestie and i are ab to start a 24 hour readathon! if i'm not active for the next day, that would be why. anyway wish us luck!! also i didn't edit this as thoroughly as i should have so i'm sorry lol

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You called out of work indefinitely, after that. You didn't want to quit, you wanted to love your job and you honestly couldn't see yourself doing anything else but right now, you just couldn't. Luckily, the girls who worked down at the library were incredibly understanding according to Lennox, who was sent to deliver your letter of leave and apology.

It had been close to a week when you finally ventured out to the back porch to read rather than rotting in bed all day staring at the ceiling. Your mother made you tea, and insisted she come sit with you. You enjoyed the company.

"Would you like to talk about it?" She asks, just as you're turning the page. Under normal circumstances, you'd resort to Romeo and Juliet, but now you feel like you couldn't stomach it. So, Much Ado About Nothing would have to suffice.

"I'm okay, Ma." You say softly, giving a slight shake over your head as your eyes fly over the faded lettering on the page.

"Lennox told us what happened, you know." She adds after a beat of silence.

You look up at her, frowning. "I'm sorry. He wasn't supposed to tell anyone."

"Don't be, dear." She shakes her head quickly, gently resting a hand on your thigh. "I wish you had told us. I wouldn't have invited him in that day, I could have told you he stopped by and we could have made a plan. I shouldn't have sprung that on you."

You sigh, pursing your lips and closing your book. "I didn't want you to dislike him, that's why I didn't tell you. I thought... I wanted to come home with at least something positive to talk about. And I thought that if I gave it enough time, thinking positively about him, I could try to contact him without seeing... that."

She smiles sadly at you. "You really love him, huh?"

"How could I not?" You admit quietly, staring at the cover of the book on your lap. "He was the first person there to show me kindness, to make me feel like I wasn't alone." You explain. "It felt... Like Romeo and Juliet. Star-crossed lovers, because of course I didn't think I could really have him. I was living in a dream, in a way."

"And now?" She prompts you to continue, thrilled that you are finally opening up.

"Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps."

She chuckles, gently rubbing your leg. "So that's a yes, then."

"How I wish it was not." You groan, reaching for your cup to drown your predicament in tea.

"Your brother," She sighs, gently removing the book from your lap. "came home that night just... just shaking with anger. And he looked me and your father in the eyes and said he was going to kill Coriolanus. He was set on it." She explains, and you look at her.

"He said that?" You ask, and she nods.

"I could see it in his eyes, he meant it, and we were so confused. Because, after all, it had been Coriolanus and Sejanus who came to the door seeking help for you, and your father told me Coryo looked like a ghost- bless him." She chuckles slightly.

"What I mean is... Your brother is not immune to violence, either. He would hurt someone for you, I know it. Just because you don't wish him to, doesn't mean he doesn't love you so much that he would do anything." You mull over her statement, chewing passively on your lip. "And boys... boys just do things differently than you and I would. Or Lucy Gray would. I bet if you asked her about Billy Taupe, Tam Amber, or little Clerk Carmine, that she'd tell you they've all had their moments. But boys aren't treated fair in this life, so sometimes, they don't fight fair."

"Coriolanus killed someone, Ma."

"Why?" She asks. "Lennox told me you saw it. Why did he kill that boy?"

"Because..." You shake your head. "He was trying to kill him, first."

"Okay, well-"

"But that I can understand, given the circumstances." You quickly explain, guilt settling in your stomach like a weight as you put your mug back down. "It was after. Bobbin had so clearly already passed on, and he hit him again. It was anger, and it was not necessary. A waste of precious time he didn't have but he did it anyway and that... that scared me."

She hums, listening to you intently. "If it helps, dear, and this is my honest feelings... I still think he is a good man, with a good heart." She says. "I know what you've seen is... gosh, it's unfathomable, and I wish I could take that pain from you, but I really do think that if you still feel anything for him you should talk to him."

Your eyes snap up to hers, and you look scared.

"I've only met him once, but gosh, the way he looks at you, and how he spoke about you, he thinks you put the stars in the sky." She grins, trying to relax you by taking your hand. "No problems have ever solved by hiding. And even if you turn out to be correct, that he's never been who you thought he was, you'll get peace by having answers. And even so, he deserves that peace too."

"I... I'll think about it." You nod softly, reaching for your book again.

"Hello? Boys?" Lucy Gray calls out, walking into the small house Coryo and Sejanus have been occupying.

"In here!" Sejanus calls back, and she follows his voice into the small kitchen where he's attempting to make something to eat.

"Ooh, what's for lunch?" She asks, sitting herself down at the dining room table.

"Eggs... I think." Sejanus laughs. Lucy Gray had been coming by to try and keep them company, and she did really like spending time with Sejanus. Coryo didn't have a whole lot to say, though.

"Yum." She giggles, sitting up straight to look into the pan. "Where's Coriolanus?"

"Guess."

"On the back porch staring at the trees?"

"Pretty much."

Lucy Gray sighs, pushing herself up. "Okay, well, The Covey and I are going to the lake tomorrow. It's a hike out, but it's beautiful. You guys should come."

"I'll be there, but I don't know if we can convince blondie." Sejanus nods toward the back door.

"Oh, I'll convince him." She smiles smugly, brushing past him and out the door.

Lucy Gray finds out quickly that apparently she had guessed wrong- he was sitting on the porch, like he had been every day, but today he was reading rather than just staring out at the mountains. "What are ya readin'?" She asks, standing in front of him.

"Nothing that's any of your business." He grumbles, not looking up from the pages of the worn down book.

She leans over him, attempting to read it upside down. "Ah." She grins. "Romeo and Juliet? Good choice."

"What do you need, Lucy Gray?" He asks, closing the book and glaring up at her.

"I've come to extend and invitation to you, we're all going to the lake tomorrow. I think you should come."

"No, thank you."

She rolls her eyes, arms crossed over her chest. "You didn't chop off all those beautiful gold curls just so you could never see Y/N again, did you?"

His eyes visibly brighten at that, only for a moment. "She's going?" This was the chance he was waiting for. He intended to go to your house that following morning, maybe pick up flowers on the way, a book, or some kind of peace offering, but Sejanus and Lucy Gray shut that down very quickly. Even though he cut his hair almost as soon as he got back to this dump they called a house, they said you still needed time.

"Mhm." Lucy Gray nods, smiling at him knowingly. "She hasn't been working, so I was able to book her for the day."

Had Lucy Gray talked to you about this yet? No. But she knew it would do him some good to get away from this house for a day, whether you were there or not, and she knew that deep down you would want to see him again. A group setting was the best way to do this for everyone. She knew he would be easy to convince, but getting you to agree would be the hard part.

"Okay, okay yeah. I'll come." Coryo nods, looking down. He doesn't know what to do with himself, but he feels like he should be doing something to prepare somehow.

"She's still... sensitive. So be nice."

"I have never not been nice to her."

"Never said you have." Lucy Gray raises an eyebrow at him. "I meant be careful. She may not want to talk to you. I won't tell her you're coming so I can at least get her out the door."

"Why not?" Coryo asks, immediately knowing how stupid that sounds when Lucy Gray lets out a laugh. "I mean, I don't want to scare her off, so she should know. Please be honest with her." He pleads.

Lucy Gray's eyes soften at that. "Okay, you're right. But I'm not tellin' you if she says no. You still have to come." She points at him and he sighs.

"Okay, whatever. Sure."

"You're both just rotting and making it worse for yourselves. You need to get out." She says as she walks back inside, leaving him alone to read.

Coryo smiles to himself as he picks the book up again, continuing where he left off even though he's already read it five or six times.

"You're gonna be fine just fine, Y/N/N. I promise." Lucy Gray assures you as you walk down the path toward the forest where the Covey and Sejanus were waiting. With Coryo.

"I won't let him near ya." Lennox adds, kicking a rock aside as he walks in front of you and your friend.

"Whatever you want, sweetheart. If you want space, tell him. I talked to him about this. He knows not to push you." Lucy Gray whispers to you and you nod, teeth digging into the softness of your cheek.

"I know." You say quietly, arm wrapped around hers. You loved going to the lake, and you've been a couple of times since you've been back, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't hesitant to bring him with you. If it goes poorly, you don't know if you could ever go back.

"Yeah, I gave him a stern talkin' to. Put the fear of god in him, he'll be on his best behaviour." She giggles.

"You didn't actually scare him, did you?" You laugh nervously.

"Of course I did." She says, but you know she's just joking.

"Is Billy Taupe coming?" You ask her after a moment.

Your friend wrinkles up her nose and shakes her head. "No, lord, no." She chuckles. "He's off with that Mayfair. Real class act, they are."

You giggle, squeezing her arm. You take it as they're broken up, at least for now. "I'm sorry, Lucy Gray." You add and feel her shrug under your grip.

"I'm done with him this time." She tells you, shaking her head. "I can't trust him no more."

"One foot in sea and one on shore." You comment and she looks at you, a smile pulling on her lips as she gently pulls you closer, leaning her head on your shoulder.

"Y/N!" Maude Ivory greets the two of you first, running up and throwing her arms around your waist. You jump slightly at the sudden contact, making every effort to catch her with nothing more than a slight gasp and a smile. "I've missed you!"

"Hello, dear." You chuckle, running your hands over the length of her blonde hair. "It's only been a couple of weeks, and you do know where to find me."

"Your friend has a gift for you, come on." She grins, letting you go only to grab your hand and pull you up the rest of the hill.

When Coryo sees you, his instinct is to push his hair back out of his face. That can't happen, so he settles for shifting on his feet and gripping the flower he's holding in his hand as you avoid his gaze and he avoids your brothers. Of course you would hide from him- he doesn't fault you for it. You were nervous, he could tell. And of course Lucy Gray neglected to tell him that Lennox was coming, though, he understood why.

He just wished you were angry at him. That would be far preferable to you being afraid.

"Y/N, hi." Sejanus greets you and you smile at him, giving a quiet wave as you adjust your bag over your shoulder. You packed your book and a blanket with some cherries you picked from the tree behind your house to share with everyone. You can see in your peripheral vision that Coryo has gotten a haircut, but you can't bring yourself to look at him just yet. Or comment on it.

"Alright, let's get movin'! The sun is only up for so long." Lucy Gray claps, not forcing you to have to say hi to Coriolanus before she's urging the group on.

Coryo looks at you as everyone else starts walking, and you nod through everyone to go ahead of you. You hate the idea of having people behind you that you can't see.

Then, finally, your eyes land on him. He smiles, hoping you would want to walk with him.

"Go ahead." You say softly, quickly looking up ahead and Lennox has stopped to wait for you.

"Oh, uh, this is for you." Coryo takes a step closer, holding the yellow daisy out to you that he picked on the walk out. Apparently, you didn't want to walk with him- you just didn't want him behind you. That was a thousand times worse.

You look down at it for a moment, reminding yourself quickly to take it instead of just staring. "Thank you." You reply quietly, delicately plucking the flower from his hold.

"Yeah, of course." He grins, not wanting to give up your attention just yet. "I... I'm really glad you agreed to come."

"It'll be nice. The lake is beautiful." You tell him, glancing over at your brother.

"Come on!" He calls out, impatient. "They're gonna leave us in the dust."

You hold back a sigh as you feel Coryo's eyes on you. You guess you will be walking with him, after all. "Coming!" You smile at him.

It's fine- he's fine. He won't hurt me.

You look up at Coryo, and his eyes are still on you. "Shall we?" He grins, gesturing to the path ahead of you.

Okay, he looks normal. His eyes are normal. Blue, sky blue. Gentle.

"Let us go." You grin at him, holding tightly onto the strap of your bag as it rests across your chest. You look back down at your feet as you walk, mindful of the roots and sticks that may trip or scratch you. You spare a glance at his feet as he joins your side on the narrow path.

Lucy Gray knew that even with her warning that Coryo would likely corner you, but she kept a close eye on you even from up ahead while she talked to Sejanus and practically dragged Lennox along with them so he would give you at least a little bit of space.

You walk in silence for a long time. The trees get thicker as you separate from the meadow and the town, isolating you only further, but you didn't feel unsafe. Not really.

Coryo would take what he could get, but he had to try to talk to you eventually. When he planned out this trip in his head the night before they were set to board the train, he had hoped that the days and nights would be spent together. That you'd say you understood, that you were happy and okay and yes! You would love to take him to the lake you frequented, just the two of you, and 'Oh, we should bring a picnic and just spend the whole day there. It will be so much fun!' And he'd get to see your smile without it quickly fading and he could hold your hand and get that second kiss that he never thought he would receive and everything would be perfect.

He never considered himself much of a dreamer, but something about you made that change. After he got to feel his lips on yours, then on the soft skin of your shoulder and his hands on your waist or locked in yours, there was no going back. He was all yours.

"So," He starts talking after only about an hour of walking. You were almost there, so you took a sharp breath in. You could talk for forty minutes. You could do it. And you wanted to, you remind yourself. "This is quite a hike, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes." You nod. "But we aren't far out now. It's worth it, I promise." You say, eyes still locked on the ground just in front of you.

"Don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful walk, just... long." He comments. "And lots of bugs."

"Yes..." You chuckle nervously.

"What's it like?" He asks, desperate just to continue to hear your voice,

"The lake?" You ask, risking a look up at him. His lips form into a smile and he nods, urging you on. "Well," You swallow, trying to organize every detail you remember from last summer, before the games. "The water is very blue, and quite clear. There's a dock, we have the most fun jumping off of it."

Coryo watches your expression intently, trying to inhale every word. You pause, and your face lights up with remembered joy. "My Pa put a rope swing up here for us kids when we were young, and a few summers ago I went to take it- I climbed as far back up as I could before jumping. Then, I felt the branch jerk and I grabbed it tighter, it ended up wrapped around my leg on the way down and I got stuck." You recall the injury, but you're almost laughing. "I got this massive red burn all up the inside of my thigh, and then Lennox ripped the thing down." You giggle, and Coryo swallows. "He was joking, just pretending to even though it was my own fault, but the branch broke clean off and me and Lucy Gray tried to jump out of the way and ended up falling straight into the water."

He laughs with you at that, shaking his head. "Well, I hope your leg wasn't serious." He watches you and you're quick to shake your head.

"No, gosh no." You giggle. "Not worth pulling the whole thing down over, but it wouldn't have been kind to the next kid who swung- that's for sure. So it was probably for the best."

"Fair enough." He shrugs, eyes still glued onto you.

"I'd rather get a burn then have that big ol' thing fall on Maude Ivory or CC. They were just little at the time." He nods. That sounds just like you.

"So you've been friends for a long time, I take it?"

"Well, yes. Since they got stuck here, pretty much."

"Stuck here?" Coryo asks, looking up ahead at the group that was still just within sight.

You look up as well, just to make sure they weren't in earshot. "The Covey isn't District." You explain, voice lowered. "They used to travel everywhere to perform, but then when they got here peacekeepers rounded them up. Executed all their parents, and the kids got stuck here." You tactically leave out the part about his father being the commanding officer at the time.

"Oh."

"I think that's why Lucy Gray can't get over Billy Taupe." You add quietly, watching your friend as she laughs with Sejanus up ahead. "He's one of them, they have so much history. They're on and off, but she'll never abandon him. Not when they've been through so much together. They're the oldest- they've had to take care of the rest of them for almost their whole lives."

Coryo doesn't know what to say. "That's... yeah. I can imagine it would be hard to move on when they're so tied to each other."

You hum in agreement. "Anyway, we met when they were begging outside the market. They set their instruments up and were playing for tips just so they could eat, so my parents stopped and invited them for dinner. They've been with us ever since."

"Your parents are really good people." He comments.

You look up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. "I told you that, didn't I?"

"Well, you told me they weren't rebels. That doesn't mean they're saints." He jokes.

"Feels like anyone less than a saint these days is considered a rebel for one reason or another." You argue, but there's no harshness at all behind your tone.

"Regardless, your parents are safe." He says, hoping that you've forgotten about his father being a peacekeeper general.

"Well, thank you." You laugh slightly, shaking your head. "How is Tigris, by the way? And your Grandmother? Have you spoken to them since you've been away?"

"I've called a few times, yeah. They're doing well." Coryo smiles. "Tigris is taking some time off, she's working on some different projects at home."

"I'm glad to hear that." You smile. "They must be missing you."

"So they say, yeah." He chuckles.

"It's hard to be away from home." You tell him. "I know it all too well."

His smile drops steadily, but he just nods. "Yes. At least I have the guarantee of returning."

You try so hard to steer every conversation you have away from the games, but it never seems to work. People have so many questions, so many comments, and it's a shame that Coryo is no exception. You suppose that was inevitable. He's one of very few people who somewhat know what you went through.

You really wish you had met him some other way.

"I'm sorry." He quickly apologizes, sensing your shifted energy. "That was... I shouldn't have said that."

"No, no. It's okay." You insist. "I just... Everyone wants to talk about it all the time. I can't escape it."

"I should have known better. I'm sorry." He says again, taking in a deep breath. "I wanted to be different. I try so hard to not make you think about it and I should have remembered that before I said anything, I just-"

You shake your head, frowning as you look up at him. "I wouldn't expect you to." You tell him. "If I'm honest, you're the one person I think I am okay with discussing it with."

Coryo has to fight back the smile threatening to pull at his cheeks from the relief. You weren't planning on never talking to him again. This was a great sign. He opens his mouth to speak when he hears shouting from up ahead.

"We made it!" Lucy Gray cheers, and sure enough, he can see the lake appearing through the trees.

"Coryo, you gotta see this!" Sejanus's voice follows.

"We made it." You smile, happy to change the subject. "Come on, the water is going to feel so good."

Then, you're jogging up ahead of him and pulling your bag off to leave on the dock.

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[sovereignjojoz]

Syzoth vs human pregnancy

Summary: he’s dealt with zaterran pregnancy so how will he fare with human, it shouldn’t be too difficult, right?

Notes - this is my first time writing for syzoth so I hope it’s okay still getting used to his character!! Also some things could be wrong with the “zaterran” aspects I mostly based it on reptiles because “reptile” lol.

There was a certain human idiom that syzoth had found appreciation for recently, “get a second bite at the cherry”, as luck would have it he had been blessed with a second chance at fatherhood yet contrary to his first partner his second partner was human, leaving a lot of ambiguity surrounding the baby.

Each day that passed his mind was plagued with wether the baby would take more of the human aspects similar to you and his human form or aspects of his zaterran form, or perhaps even a combination of both! Irregardless of how the baby looked he’d still love them with his whole heart, it was just harmless curiosity.

As he had already had experience in catering to his zaterran wife’s need so he was confident he’d be able to cater to your needs during this time, he presumed zaterran and human pregnancy had many similarities.

Immediately he started preparing some of the minor things such as reducing the temperature down to the coldest setting and moving around the furniture for when his young hatched, since that wouldn’t be a long time from the present it was better to get the hassle out of the way now rather than when it’s too late.

The change stuck out like a sore thumb, the cool draft instantly hit your skin causing goosebumps to flare up on your skin while majority of your furniture was seemingly gone.

The sole item that remained in the living room was the couch, which your boyfriend was currently lounging on. You quickly made you way over to him and plopped down on his lap, giving him a small but sweet little kiss.

He used one hand to pull himself back so he was in an upwards position against the chair cushion so you were in a more comfortable position.

You smiled at him and put his hand to rest on your stomach, his touch was extremely calming.

“You changed some things around in here?” You asked snuggling up to his muscular form.

He stroked your slightly protruding stomach, “yes, I thought it was a necessity to make things easier as the babies will be here soon.”

You supposed he was right, time would move rather quickly so it would be better to be prepared.

“I suppose so, but soon is rather early don’t you think?” You questioned.

He raised a brow at you, innocently intrigued, “whatever do you mean my love? There is merely twenty days left before our babies are born, I’d even go as far as saying we were almost pushing it.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “syz, what do you mean there’s only twenty days left? I’m only like 9 weeks along?”

He nodded, “exactly, that is almost full term, correct?”

You opened your mouth to speak before closing it once more, thinking on his customs. “No…?” You said tentatively, “a human pregnancy lasts 9 months syzoth.”

His viridescent eyes widened as curiosity painted his face, “oh really? How interesting.”

“How long do Zaterran pregnancies last?”

“The babies are usually born after sixty days, it is honestly not a long process which is why learning of this lengthy time has left me speechless.” He rubbed his short hair as he thought about the complexity that came with humanity.

You squished his cheek, “wow, that’s amazing but can I ask you something?”

“Of course my sweetheart.”

You continue stroking the soft flesh of his cheek, “why do you keep saying babies, plural, instead of baby?”

He kissed the inside of your palm, “because it is natural? It is common to have up to 10 kids at once within my species, that’s why the furniture was moved so there will be space for the babies are born.”

Your jaw hung agape, “t-ten?” You cleared your throat, “Zaterran woman are strong, however I think we’re only having one child.”

“No I assure you that we are having more than one child.” He ruffled your hair and smiled as if he was bemused by your naivety.

You arched your brow, “well how many do you think?”

“Perhaps three, or four, or maybe even five-” before he could even finish his sentence your hand was on his mouth preventing him from speaking, five kids wasn’t something you wanted spoken into existence.

“On that note, I’m going to bed.” Syzoth nodded and released your hand so you could get up from his embrace, “are you coming?”

His soft lips placed a tender kiss on your own while you lingered at the doorway waiting for his answer, “I will be in bed shortly.”

You nodded then went to tuck yourself in.

But even though four hours had passed, there was still something missing…something besides you to be specific. And why was it so cold.

Quickly, you grabbed the fluffy pink blanket that laid atop of the bed and wrapped it tightly around your shivering frame. Normally you wouldn’t have to worry about such things as even though he was cold blooded syzoth provided an abnormal amount of warmth yet when you reached beside you for him all you felt was the untouched side of where he usually lay.

You shuffled out the bedroom with a small nightlight in your hand in sought of where your boyfriend could possibly be.

“Syz?” You peered from around the corner into the nursery, shivering with each step you took.

The taller male groggily rose up from the small confines of a plush stool he’d tucked himself onto.

“[name]?”

Honestly you had so much to say yet nothing at all at the same time, “I- what are you doing in that,” you made a gesture with your hands “tiny space, and why is it so cold?”

Syzoth rubbed his hands into his eyes, groaning a little as he stretched his lithe limbs. “I thought you would feel more comfortable.”

You walked over to him and grabbed his calloused hand, attempting to drag him back to bed however he broke your hold before you could even take two steps further.

He knew by the quizzical look on your face you were slightly confused about his actions, “I understand you might miss my presence, I miss yours tenfold, but it is probably for the best that we sleep separately.”

“Why though, it’s cold?”

He seemed hesitant to answer, “well isn’t it common knowledge that pregnancy makes people aggressive, my zetattan wife tried to kill me when she was pregnant with our son so I thought this would be easier? And my mother always used to tell me that coolness is good for a strong baby and the mother? Have I presumed wrong?”

You giggled and cupped his cheeks, “you’re so cute and thoughtful y’know but I want you in the bed.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “maybe sometimes I’ll have mood swings but I’m not going to eat you.” You glanced him once over, “well unless…”

He chuckled at that and pinched your cheek lightly, “let’s just go back to bed, I now understand zetarran customs are different from earth realm, but there’s plenty of time for me to learn.”

“Exactly.”

He extended his hand out for you to grasp, “wait actually now it’s been mentioned I am kinda hungry.”

“Is there anything I can get you?”

“Yeah!! I’d especially love to try a bowl of those insects you eat with milk and cookies right now. Ooo! Like some sort of sprinkled garnish!”

Nevermind, perhaps he’d never understand the complex ways of earth realm.

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[supernovafics]

you and bestfriend!steve go on a road trip

wc: 1k

a/n: had this sitting in the drafts for months lol enjoy !!

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maybe robin was right.

two directionally challenged people shouldn’t go on a road trip together. however, you and steve, god bless your hearts, thought that you could prove her wrong. because, in your mind, if the two of you just put your heads together and used a map the entire time as if your lives depended on it— which they kind of did— there was no way that you’d end up getting lost on your twelve hour drive to new york city, right? 

wrong. so, so wrong. 

“you’re stressed,” steve said, taking a quick glance at you before looking back at the road. 

“that’s actually an understatement,” you responded with an annoyed sigh. “you missed the exit we were supposed to take and the next one isn’t for forty miles. also, we should be in ohio right now, not kentucky.”

“we’re just taking… a different route,” steve told you with a small shrug. “a scenic route, if you will.”

the fact that he was so nonchalant about everything made you feel slightly less worried about the situation the two of you were currently in, but you still hated that he was so calm about potentially being lost. 

“also, if we’re gonna assign blame to someone for the “missing the exit” debacle, then it’s actually more your fault than mine because you told me the wrong number and didn’t tell me the right one until it was too late.”

you wanted to whack him with the map in your hand but you refrained from doing so.

“robin was right,” you told him. 

steve quickly shook his head at your words. “nope, nope, nope. don’t say that. we’re gonna make it to new york.”

“yes, but i think it’s gonna happen in two weeks instead of two days like we planned.”

“well, good thing we don’t have any big plans for the next month,” he said and smiled at you. 

you returned his smile with a halfhearted glare. “i hate that you’re so calm about this.”

“one of us has to be. and if i start getting nervous too, you’ll get into that pretty little head of yours and start freaking out even more and we’d be dead within minutes.”

you hated how true his words were, and instead of attempting to counter them, you simply said “okay,” and then leaned into the passenger seat, allowing yourself to finally get comfortable. the sun was starting to set and all of the stress was making you tired. 

he glanced at you. “go to sleep, i’ll wake you when we stop for gas. which will probably need to be in an hour or two.”

you nodded even though he couldn’t see you and let your eyes close. because steve was right, if one of you stayed calm, then everything would turn out okay, right?  

wrong again. 

when your eyes opened it was dark outside, which did not surprise you. what did surprise you was the fact that the car was stopped, and not at a gas station. instead, it was stopped on the side of the highway. 

you rubbed the tiredness out of your eyes, and turned to your best friend. 

the map was now in his lap and he had the interior car light on as he studied it. he had a certain concentrated look on his face, with his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes squinting down at the paper. from the moment you met him in fifth grade, you had always found that look endearing. this time was different though because the look worried you. 

“steve.”

he looked over at you, surprised to see you awake, and didn’t say anything for a brief moment before deciding to just be completely honest with you. 

“things aren’t looking too hot right now.”

“what?” you sat up in the seat. “did we run out of gas?”

“luckily no. but if we can’t find a gas station within the next twenty miles, then we will,” steve answered. “thirty minutes ago i saw a sign that said one was coming up in ten miles, but then it never did.”

you nodded at that and then bit your lip, thinking for a few seconds. “okay, we should just get off at the next exit and hope to find a gas station somewhere in whatever town it is, and if not, at least we won’t be stuck on the highway.”

steve nodded and was smiling as he handed the map back to you and then started the car again. 

you look at him confused. “what’s that smile for, steven?”

“i think you just took over my role as the calm one.”

“oh, trust me i’m absolutely shitting myself on the inside.”

he laughed at that and then started driving again. 

luckily, the two of you were able to find a gas station ten minutes off the exit. while steve started loading up the tank, you decided to go to the pay phone that was next to the convenience store, which you also planned to go into because you were starving. 

“i’m gonna call robin and let her know that we’re still alive,” you told steve as you started grabbing some coins from his glove compartment. 

“don’t tell her we got sorta lost or almost got stuck gasless on the highway.”

you nodded almost immediately. “of course not. like, i would give her any more reason to think that this road trip was a bad idea. we’ll never live it down if she finds out she was right.”

“well, technically, she’s not right since we are still gonna make it to new york.”

you couldn’t bite back your laughter. “i really love that enthusiasm.”

“one of us has to stay positive, remember?” steve smiled at you. 

you playfully rolled your eyes and finally walked away, popping a couple quarters into the pay phone before putting in robin’s number.  

“you’re alive!” she said when the call connected and you first greeted her with a simple “hey.” “i have to say i’m very surprised, but also kinda proud. how’s the trip going?”

you took a quick look at steve as you thought about how to answer robin’s question in a way that wasn’t a lie but also wasn’t the full embarrassing truth either. 

“we’re alive,” you ultimately settled on saying. “things could be much worse right now.”

and that was the first thing you’d actually been right about all day. 

#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things fic #steve harrington fanfiction

[dearestones]

The Perils of Being Better than Everyone Else (Idia Shroud and Yuu)

Warnings: The Prefect is described as being shorter and smaller than Idia, gamer lingo, Idia’s poor self esteem combined with his arrogance. 

@fjshii Request: Hello lovely! :)

I was wondering if I could make a request? There's something that's been rotating in my head :) Of course, I just want to emphasize the fact that this is a very casual ask!!! If you're working on other projects or just honestly don't feel like it then yes!!! Perfect :) I am in 100% support 😌😌😌 I enjoy whatever's on the table <3 But yes!!! I just wanted to say that! It was important :)

As for the actual request lol, I was wondering about a twst scenario with one of the boys teaching Yuu how to tie a tie? I just think it could be very sweet :) or hilarious if depending on who we're talking about. Whoever out of the cast is fine! :) I'm just hoping one of the students instead of the faculty (and oddly enough, not Vil please LMAO he just fits the bill a bit too much? if that's okay😂), but honestly, yeah, wherever your gut takes you. I also think this could be a really fun way to test out some characters we haven't seen from you yet before their debut in Caged Birds :)

Anywho! Yes! Only if you really want :) I hope you're having an enjoyable week, and thanks for all you share! :) &lt;3

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Dying on the inside certainly wasn't the worst thing that could ever happen to Idia, but it was definitely one of the top five sensations that he wished he didn't have to live with on a day to day basis. It was a feeling that had plagued him for a long time now, but it seemed that the occurrence of such a feeling seemed to happen with higher frequency after he had first started attending Night Raven College. It didn't take long to amass data points and map it out onto a graph: the points were clear and simple.

Out of everyone else in that hallowed institution, Idia Shroud was a being 'other' than the rest of them.

Yes, there were students who sported fangs. There were those who were blessed (or perhaps even cursed) with furry ears and tails. Others still had pointed ears and a longevity that most mortals would have killed for.

However, among the treasure trove of such eccentricities, Idia was by far one of the strangest.

It was quite obvious, with the flaming hair and the inevitable display of the veritable knives that rose from his gums, that Idia would be singled out as 'strange'.

Well, that was all relative when one had to consider that there was even a student from another world! It was an interesting phenomenon and Idia was sure that there would be more of a hubbub around that student’s origins, but surprisingly, there wasn’t any. At least, Idia hadn’t observed any sort of curious reactions from any NRC students. Then again, he could relate. After all, while the magicless student definitely had main character vibes, they were not as noteworthy as other famous individuals at the school like royalty, child prodigies, and the like. 

So, you would think that having a person with main character vibes would give them plot armor, but…

One should not underestimate the power of SSR Problematic Children, especially those who had orchestrated their own boss battles. 

The incident happened when Idia had been busy getting a drink from one of the vending machines that was situated in one of the hallways of the school. On this particular school day, he had been tasked with the brunt of a presentation and because it had been weeks since he had set foot into an actual classroom, his professor had requested that he attend in real life. Idia tried to put up a fight (read: he had begged and pleaded via email), but his professor had cited the rubric’s requirements and that it was a mandatory project that needed his presence. Needless to say, despite the fight in Idia, he had ended up folding the instant he thought he read an irritated tone in the email correspondence. 

(Idia would have definitely shown up the professor considering that the subject he was required to present was basically the fundamentals to understanding the integration of magic into technology, but decided to let the matter go.

He was merciful like that and he was above such triviality). 

When the time came, Idia felt himself sweating buckeyes and burrowing into the safety of his hooded jacket. Why did the entire world have to be composed of extraverts? Thankfully, during the presentation, his partner had taken the reins, which meant that the Ignihyde Housewarden didn’t have to speak as much as he thought he would. It may or may not be because of the contingency plan he had constructed back when he was a lowly first year. (That is to say,  Idia made sure to send a copy of the presentation and notes to his partner beforehand). 

As always, his plan worked because, after all, he was a genius.

So, after a lengthy class session that involved Idia pretending to listen to his peers drone on and on about their presentations (most of which were either not well researched or as well presented…and sometimes, it was a combination of both) while he was surreptitiously playing games on his phone, Idia was thirsty. It wasn’t like he had talked much, but effort was still effort, even if it wasn’t at his one hundred percent. 

And besides—

Precipice Moirai had teamed up with a lesser known energy drink that Idia had yet to taste. After having checked out the reviews, it was a widespread opinion that the energy drink wasn’t all too dissimilar to others of its kind. The taste wasn’t too remarkable and wasn’t well worth the hype except for the members of the famed idol group plastering their faces upon the tin. 

To say that Idia was annoyed was an understatement. Even if Premo had teamed up with a drink that didn’t taste good, that didn’t mean that fans should turn their backs against their beloved idols! Honestly, what sort of fans were they to talk such pessimistic sentiments about something that they didn’t have to buy? Idia was loyal and he was going to drink at least one can. 

And for those weirdos who left such disparaging comments on the forums… Let’s just say that they were going to be in for a treat when they finally logged back on. 

As Idia punched in the correct combination that would release the sweet, sugary nectar into his waiting grasp, he heard a familiar voice in the hallway. Even if it was from a distance, he felt himself shrink a little in his oversized hoodie and his hands trembled in anxiety. Out of everyone else in this school, no other SSR Problematic Child could appear so cute and unassuming, only to reveal that he himself was as much of a problem as his contemporaries. 

Riddle Rosehearts. 

A taskmaster to the core, the infamous Teapot Tyrant of Heartslabyul was busy berating a first year while Idia could only watch in detached horror. Fascinatingly enough, the first year only looked faintly amused by Riddle’s seemingly heated tirade. Now that Idia thought about it (from the safety of the bulky vending machine), Riddle hadn’t raised his voice or shouted his Unique Magic. Yes, the Taskmaster had been gradually mellowed out because of his Overblot (sadly, the experience hadn’t given Riddle a debuff when it came to his perfunctory nature), but Idia had only observed from hearsay and the off chance he decided to note Riddle’s behavior during meetings.

The change wasn’t drastic, but it reminded Idia of the character development for one of the villains in a manga series he had read a few years’ ago. A scary thought to be sure. There was no way Idia could try to compare the intricacies of an award winning manga to the messiness of human nature, but the fact that he had thought of it! For a mere second! 

Ughhhh… 2D was always better than 3D.

Before the Ignihyde Housewarden could suffer another meltdown that paled in comparison to the ire he felt at the idea of partnering with someone for a school project, he became all too aware that he was no longer alone at the vending machine. Now, Idia was no macho man (the S.T.Y.X. situation had certainly taught him that much), but he would rather go down into the depths of Tartarus or give access to his laptop without restriction to his mother before saying that he shrieked upon the realization. 

Yes, he will admit that he emitted a high pitched sound and jumped a foot in the air at the scare. 

But still.

It was nothing more than an excited exhalation of air. 

Nothing more. 

“Oh, gosh! Sorry about that, Idia! I thought you noticed me since I saw you watching Riddle and I earlier!” The Prefect’s voice was not as grating or as needlessly loud as some of the other students at this school—in fact, it was rather soft and apologetic—but Idia had to bury the urge to cover their mouth with his hands. (No way was he going to risk contaminating his gaming hands with someone who never heard of Premo before!) 

Plus…

Taskmaster Riddle could be still lying in wait for the next person to scold!

“Q-quiet down!” Idia’s tablet may have generated his voice, but it clearly conveyed the urgency and the volume that Idia’s vocal cords would have produced. “The world may be okay with catering to the whims of the extraverted, but as an introvert, I will not bow to such societal pressures.”

The Prefect cocked their head to the side and gave Idia one long, hard look. 

“For sure. Fight the power, Idia.”

Did he raise his friendship meter with the Prefect? Not that he wanted to, the Prefect was calming to talk to on most days, but that didn’t mean that they were exempt from the disease known as “sociability”. Idia didn’t do that. 

“So… is that any good?” 

Idia was about to ask what the Prefect meant by that question before realizing that he was still holding the energy drink (unopened). Ah, he had yet to fulfill today’s daily quest. 

Idia shrugged, feeling a little bit foolish as he regarded his loot. A part of him wanted to run away or shrink into his hoodie, but it would be too troublesome to rule up the Prefect because once you piqued the Prefect’s interest, bad things happened.

Like Riddle mellowing out. 

Or Leona actually taking initiative. 

Or Azul—No, he hadn’t changed a bit. A shady businessman to his core, that one. 

Whatever the case, Idia was so busy trying to come up with an exit strategy to leave ASAP (he had an afternoon campaign and he was AFK for too long!) that he nearly missed the Prefect’s little sigh. 

HAD HE OFFENDED THEM BECAUSE HE HAD SPENT TOO MUCH TIME THINKING?

Utter madness, why did anyone willingly submit themselves to the horrors of etiquette and good manners? The rules of polite society never made that much sense to him… 

“Gosh, I wish I could have some of that.” When did the Prefect step closer to inspect the can? “But if Riddle catches me overloading on sugar again, he’s going to make me help ADeuce with dressing up the flamingos for midmorning croquet.” 

Three years and Heartslabyul was a puzzle that Idia was not hard pressed to solve. RIP, GG to the n00bs who thought that Heartslabyul was one of the nicer dorms. 

Spoiler alert: It wasn’t.

“I know he means well, but he’s not my dad, right?” 

There was a note of ruefulness in the Prefect’s voice that Idia was quick to note, but just as quickly discarded because no. Absolutely not. No, he was not going to get roped up into the Prefect’s problems. He had Board Game Club following the events of the winter holidays and Azul was quick to complain about the destruction done to his restaurant! (There was also the Scarabia Overblot, but not many people talked about it unless you were a Scarabian and offended on Kalim’s behalf, but that was another matter entirely). 

“And you know what else?” Was the Prefect still talking? Sevens, the Prefect was still talking! Was Idia’s blatant discomfort not enough to dissuade further social interaction? Or had Idia unlocked a secret achievement: meeting a sassy, sadistic Prefect? “He told me that I needed to start tying my ties because he won’t do them for me anymore! I can do them, I just like it when he does it because his knots are perfect and I feel like an honor student.”

Idia was going to regret this later (in hindsight, he could have ended that conversation then and there by agreeing with the Prefect and then saying that he had plans to do! because! he! had! a! campaign!), but he piped up, sardonic judgment in his voice, “So that thing around your neck is Riddle’s doing?”

“This gorgeous thing?” The Ramshackle Prefect patted their tie that had been so horrible crumpled and knotted into a sad mass of fabric that looked like it wanted to be a tie, but was weighed down with too much responsibility. Like child support. Taxes. And maybe vehicular manslaughter. Or you know, weighing down your future with expectations that you had to fulfill because of your lineage. “You know, you have the same look Riddle gave me when he saw me earlier. It’s like… he was so amazed by my mad skills that he had no choice but to stare. A total loss for words!”

“You…” Gloomurai abort. Gloomurai. Abort. Gloomurai! Abort! “You need help.”

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Scratch that, Idia needed help. 

Send dudes! Send the troops! 

Call in the reinforcements!

Sevens, screw his thoughts regarding internet anonymity! Send in Muscle Red!!! 

He needed an adult!

(Yes, he was technically not a minor anymore, but he needed an adultier adult!)

“Um…”

“Shhh!”

Idia huffed a little to himself as he looked at the length of the Prefect’s tie, the fabric somewhat wrinkled and worn from their attempts to make some sort of bow around their neck. For reasons that Idia could not quite fathom, the conversation right after he had noted how much the Prefect sucked at tying their tie had resulted in this. 

(“You’re such a total n00b! ROTFLOL. No wonder the Taskmaster himself singled you out! In fact, I wonder why the final boss from Pomefiore hasn’t talked to you yet!”

“Oh, Vil? He did.”

“And?” Idia hadn’t meant to ask, but his curiosity was piqued. Thr Ignihyde Housewarden managed to evade his fellow third year because of their differing class schedules, but that didn’t mean he did not have his fair share of scoldings. 

“He told me that poor little potatoes like me needed to get tended to better. Whatever that meant.”

Lucky! Usually, Vil would have had Idia on the ropes, fighting for his life, while Vil threatened to throw toner, moisturizer, and other beauty products at him. Pfffttt, as if the family curse wasn’t already doing wonders to his body.

“Ha! I definitely could do better than you!”

“Oh really?” Oh. Oh no. Whenever normies looked like that, it could mean only one thing: trouble. “Why don’t you show me how?”

Say no. 

Idia say no. 

Idia say—

“You’ll be like my kouhai! For tying ties. Unless you’re as bad at it like me”

That did it. 

Idia placed the energy drink on the ground and began typing in a search query into his tablet. 

“First of all, kouhai means junior. Obviously, I’m your senpai or your senior. Second of all, of course I know how to tie a tie! What do you take me for? I’m going to tie a tie so—“)

After wrangling the Prefect’s tie away from their ratty uniform, Idia tried to remember how to tie a tie. His fingers, as deft and as quick as they were when commanding the keyboard or maneuvering a mouse, were somewhat slow and clumsy as he tried to shift the fabric into a loop. How did his father teach him again? It was somewhat awkward—when were things not awkward?—and it lasted a lot longer than it should have, but eventually, Idia was choked into submission into society’s standards of what a young man with a promising future should look like. 

Ugh. 

And then his dad tried to talk to him about the future, but Idia kinda, sorta tuned him out because he really didn’t want to think about the future any more than he had to. Thus, Idia was dressed like any first year student should… But that was only for a little while. 

After Idia suffered through a week of choking himself or looking the fool with his poorly tied tie, he ordered a special, custom-made hoodie. And then he never looked back. Yes, he was not as well dressed as someone like Vil or Riddle, but it wasn’t like he aspired to be them. As if anyone other than overachievers and those with images to maintain actually cared about what they looked like.

Idia was already a freak; if he looked like a normal preppy extravert, he would undoubtedly look even more freaky. 

(Like an alien trying to fit in). 

Anyway, back to the matter at hand, Idia was screwed. 

He screwed up. 

GG.

FF.

All of his HP had decreased to  an increasingly concerning level and now, he was only a second away from curling into a ball and crying. Where was Ortho when he needed him? You could only watch the same Magicam video of how to tie a tie so many times before you began to realize that you were not as skilled as you thought you were. 

Also, the Prefect was giving him a strange smile that made Idia’s cheeks heat and his hair—SEVENS HIS HAIR! 

Curse this curse!

“So… do you give—”

Idia, in an uncharacteristic manner, bared his teeth wide as he glared at the Prefect with the power of a million dying suns. “No! I will git gud! This tie will bow down to my brilliance!” 

The tie was not OP, it couldn’t be. 

That was unreal and Idia was being realistic. 

All he needed to do was breathe and—

“You know—” Stop talking. Stop talking. Why are you talking? “—I think I know what the problem is!”

Idia, in near tears and just about ready to call it a day, had no choice but to blurt out, “What? What could it possibly be?”

Yes, he was that desperate. 

“Well, you’re holding it in your hands and tying it that way. Don’t you think that it would be easier if you tied it on me? Plus, if you succeed, I get a perfect tie!”

PHYSICAL CONTACT.

WAS THIS WHAT THE WORLD WAS COMING TO?

PHYSICAL CONTACT?

And then, Idia heard the ‘if’ that the Prefect said. And then the implication set in. 

If he succeeds?

There was obvious psychological manipulation here—the Prefect must have spent way too much time at Octavinelle because this stunk of seafood—but Idia had no choice. 

This was like the sunk cost fallacy. He had already spent so much time trying to show off in front of the Prefect that it would do him no good if he backed off now. 

“O-oh! O-okay!”

Idia’s fingers trembled as he approached the Prefect. Now that he was close to them, he realized that even though he was slouching, the Ramshackle Prefect was actually really short compared to him. In hindsight, he shouldn’t have felt so nervous—the Prefect was not as intimidating as other Night Raven College students—but still. 

Was the Prefect going to recoil in disgust when he touched them? 

Were they going to make fun of him for fumbling for so long?

Or—

“Keep going, Idia!” The Prefect cheered. Their eyes were on his hands, both of which were maneuvering the fabric of the tie around their neck with slow, stuttering movements. Swallowing hard, Idia found himself entranced as the Prefect’s small hands began to guide his own into vaguely familiar movements. 

First, the tie was measured out to its correct length. Then, when Idia began to falter, the Prefect (again) guided his hands until he remembered that he had to cross the length of the left piece of fabric over the right. He would then bring up the left piece again. A beat passed as Idia tried to remember the succeeding steps before starting up again, this time, with a little more confidence. Once that was done, he brought up the left piece of fabric that was longer and thicker than the right so that it could enter into the loop that was created from the previous steps. 

And then, Idia tugged until the knot of the tie was perfectly formed and flush against the Prefect’s throat. 

He… 

He actually did it?

He actually—

“Oh, wow! That’s so cool!” The Prefect beamed the world’s brightest smile at Idia. 

The effect was immediate and painful; the AoE would have been off the charts if it were not for the following move that the Prefect made. 

Without so much as a look of remorse, the Prefect tugged off the tie, undid the loops, and gave Idia the looping, crumpled fabric.

“Now, you gotta teach me this time.”

NO.

NO.

NOOOOOO—

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“Ortho, I have now entered my villain era.” Idia slumped into his bed, not at all minding the crumbs from his ultra healthy dietary habits. As he curled up, he saw that Ortho was floating beside his head, a look of concern over his childlike features. 

“Are you referring to your fashion session with the Ramshackle Prefect? I saw the entire thing! I had no idea that the Prefect was so bad at tying ties!”

“Me neither.” 

“But at the very least you managed to taste that new energy drink, right?”

Idia felt his breath catch.

“FUCK.”

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[kikker-oma]

Twilight gets a drivers license, featuring CHAOS!!

A/N: I literally just woke up and typed this, so grammatical errors will be present

“Ok, Twi, we love you, but you seriously need to learn to drive.” Legend grumbled, “I’m sick of walking, and after the… restaurant incident Time isn’t driving us anywhere.”

“What are you talking about? We have Epona!” The rancher responded. Why learn to drive when you already can travel easily with a horse? “I ain’t wasting time getting a… car license, when we already got a fast way to travel.” 

“Can Epona fit 9 Links and their stuff?”

“Good point.”

…

“Okay, let’s start with the basics. This is a car.” Time pointed to the vehicle, “It’s used to drive.”

“Old man, I’m not stupid.” Twilight hopped into the front seat, “Bless y’alls hearts, anyways, how do you drive this thing?” 

“Um… First set the lever into DRIVE,” Time paused, “I think.”

“You THINK?” 

“CUT ME SOME SLACK I’M OLD.”

“Okay, 60 years old is back on the list.” Wind whispered to the rest of the chain, “But I’m guessing older.” 

“Anyways, back to what I was saying…”

So, after about 3 hours of attempting to teach the rancher how to drive, and about 5 hours of failing miserably, Time completely lost hope.

“You know,” Wild crunched on an apple, “I could teach ya how to use the master cycle 0-“

“Are you sure that’s safe?” Four jumped in, “I’ve seen you fuel that thing with literally anything, not to mention isn’t that like a gazillion years old?”

“Who’s counting?” 

“Wait, wait.” Warriors interjected, “Isn’t there a driving school?” 

“Oh yeahhhhh” Legend sarcastically responded, “Because we just LOVE to waste our precious rupees for transportation.”

“Wasn’t this whole learning thing your idea vet?-“

“Hush hush pretty boy, let the big kids talk”

“WELL EXUSE ME-“ 

“NO.” Hyrule quickly shut Warriors’ mouth, “We don’t talk about that…” Then he paused, “Wait, a DMV does make sense though.”

…

About a million “years” later, Twilight emerged from the car. Full marks.

“I got a drivers license.”

The Links cheered, “Good job rancher, I knew you could do it.” Time gave him a pat on the back.

“Now I can do what I always wanted to do…”

Twilight hopped back into the car.

“MIDNA, THIS IS FOR YOU.”

“I gOt mY dRiVeRs lIceNse tHiS wEeK, jUsT like wE nEvEr tAlkEd aBouT-“

LOL the chaos this is exuding hahahaha

Twi being all angsty teen about Midna is great😂

Time losing hope in this whole thing is such a mood honestly, I remember my mom teaching me how to parallel park and it was..... An experience hahaha.

#sweet blarefordaglare #thank you for writing this chaotic fic hahahaha #fics for oma #also I'm so sorry for responding so late! #ice had so little motivation to be on Tumblr lately

[saltygilmores]

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS-SEASON 3, EPISODE 1: LAZY HAZY CRAZY DAYS (PART 3)

We now return to your regulary scheduled Paris Geller Nuclear Anxiety Attack, already in progress. Parts 1&2 and all other episodes can be found in my pinned post.

"Just to end up on a date with a guy without a Zagat and we end up in a restaurant that's just a front for a cocaine ring?" But enough about Luke's Diner. I KID I KID!! It was too easy. All the money laundering is going on next door at Doose's. Paris thought Luke's was a front for prostitution, though.

Paris asks the girl who is dating Dean Forrester how a person knows they're compatible with someone else, which is funny because nobody has figured out why Dean and Rory are still together. Here's a full list of the things Rory considers when it comes to compatiblity: 1.Someone who reads the same books, watches the same movies, and likes the same music 2.But someone who is not boring 3.You respect each other's opinions 4.You laugh at the same jokes 5. Someone who is not boring again Girly is definitely not talking about Dean Forrester. Dean can't read, doesn't listen to music, and in order for him to agree to watch a movie Rory wants to see, it involves 14 rounds of negotiations, he has never respected her opinions, he has never laughed at her jokes or made her laugh plus Rory's got that dreamy Thinking About Jess Mariano look in her eyes. Actually, let's face it, she's thinking about how much she loves Jess and how much she loves Paris simulatenously. The Throuple of all our dreams.

Oh, the way Paris looks at Rory, while Rory tenderly brushes her hair. Jamie who?

But she's already there. She's already there. AmyShermanPalladino has never met a "Get in the closet" joke she didn't like, but the timing of this one was just, ugh, impeccable. (Of course, there's another famous Closet Shoving coming up later in this season). Even though Jamey WhiteBread has known Rory for weeks, Paris worries that in the right light, Rory's breathtaking good looks will knock Nyquil off his feet and make him forget Paris exists. Okay, sure.

STOP I NEED AIR.

Go away, you bozo! Take your fucking Zagat guide and your dorky restaurant reservation and scram! Meawhile, Rory has retreated so deep in the closet that no light can penetrate it. She continues to pen her totally non sexual, non aching Letters to Jess.

Meanwhile back in The Heterosexual Hollow, Sookie and Lorelai continue to let the gay jokes fly and discuss a hetereosexual wedding that did not come to fruition. Richard and Emily have been away for the entire summer in Martha's Vineyard and they don't know that Lor and Crusty went kaput.

If this took place in 2023, Sookie would love Tinder.

Welcome to BizzaroLand Airport, which is probably a leftover set that once stood in for a doctor's waiting room. The tiniest and cleanest airport with minimal security a year after 9/11.

LOL, Lorelai's gonna catch a felony. You love to see it. Lock her up.

I need a moment to pay my respect for phone booths whenever I see them.

I need a moment to pay my respects for any rare moment of self awareness from Lorelai Gilmore whenever I see one. Now get your daughter into some fucking therapy.

Peaches and Herb are the 70's duo behind the sensual song "Reunited". (look it up; you've likely heard it before). So, let me get this straight: your kid's been gone for the entire summer and the first thing you think about upon her return is "Gee, I bet Rory's been just aching to give Dean Forrester a mediocre handy on my living room couch all summer, let me just roll out the welcome mat, give her my full blessing, arrange her schedule for her and even suggest a sensual musical selection." Between this and Rory persistently asking her mother about naked Luke in this episode (twice), we need to establish some hard parent-child boundaries here,okay? If Jess even deigns to hope for a little tug from Rory, Lorelai tries to decaptiate him. Luckily for him, he has now known the pleasures of Shane Shane the Handy Queen, She Has Jess, Rory Has Dean. Handjob jokes are really funny to me, because inside of me beats the heart of a 12 year old boy, or the heart of Beavis and or Butthead. Expect a lot of them going forward now that Handy Shane has entered the picture. Where is that goverment agent that almost arrested Lorelai, and his dog that's trained to attack on command, when you need him? Obviously, Lorelai had been lying to Emily about the date of Rory's arrival in order to spring Rory from FND so that's good, much better use of her time that trying to pimp Rory out to Dean and agitating agents of the United States Goverment a year after 9/11. (this episode aired on September 24th, 2002). Lor: I lied to my parents, which proves my deep love for you, I just wanted you to have one night of happiness. Only in Lorelai Gilmore's world would spending an evening with Dean Forrester be classified as a "night of happiness." Even the night of Dean's birth wasn't a night of happiness for Dean's parents. When Dean was born his mom tried to shove him back in. I really hate Dean. Anyway. Back at home Rory and Lorelai are discussing Crusty business. Both ladies are on a Crusty Freeze, as it appears they've been ignorning his calls and messages. So Lorelai has been freezing out Luke AND Crusty the whole summer. Their lives are probably a lot more peaceful now. Lorelai is anxious that she will have to break the news of Crusty's absence to the parents later and Rory offers to come along and distract them. Instead, Lorelai declines her services. Lorelai Gilmore, Go More than 15 Seconds Without Talking About Dean Challenge. And...GO!

Challenge failed, you lose, do not pass go, do not collect $200, no consolation prize, thanks for playing, please shut up. We learn that Lorelai has managed to avoid eating at Luke's all summer by taking shortcuts through bushes and eating at Al's Pancake World instead. Will it ever occur to her there are other restaurants just outside The Hetereosexual Hollow she could patronize? LIke an IHOP or something?

The gilly girls stop by S&J's and find them fighting amongst an antique explosion. LOL. This is pretty funny. Later they'll have lots of newlywed makeup sex with the giant bear watching over them. Then we're FINALLY off to the festival. See you for part 4.

#gilmore girls #rory gilmore #gilmore girls season 3 #lazy hazy crazy days #denise rewatches gilmore girls #Lorelai Glimore please shut the hell up #anti dean forester #DALA #Paris Geller #Parimore #Paris Loves Rory #Rory Loves Paris #And Rory Loves Jess #And Jess Loves Shane's Handies #closet jokes

[leggyre]

hi all! sorry, this is going to be a bit of a sad post.

I just want to share that Nano passed away today. He was a very old bun at 9 years old and we just couldn't keep it up with his increasingly difficult health issues.

As of right now, I'm not asking for consolation or any words of comfort. It's the first time I'm dealing with a loss of this scale, of something I've loved so dearly for so long, that I'll never get back.

I'm still coming to terms about how I feel about it. There were so many times I felt like meeting him was fate. And to be honest, I still do. I set out to adopt a classic white bunny(because honestly that's the only color I had ever seen in the place before) but between all the sleepy or hungry babies there was a little black mischievous boy hoping around and approaching people who gave my finger little kisses and I just couldn't leave him there. We didn't have any boxes or cages to carry him in so he got to pee on my lap on the way home lol

The first time he licked me after that day, something I thought would take ages to happen after lengthy Bunny Research(tm) telling me so, was maybe within a few days or a week, but what made the moment as special as it was for me was the fact I was sitting on the ground, having a breakdown, crying my eyes out. I have a really hard time using the word love to others because I'm never sure of my feelings and I don't want to say it without meaning, but from then on I had never been so sure about how much I loved him.

I have a lot of other stories like that. He helped me learn a lot about myself. He gave me company at my worst. I missed him so much when I had to stop allowing him on the bed to take a nap with me because one day he just decided peeing there was okay. I laid down on the floor on the most uncomfortable positions for the longest time because he had fallen asleep in my arms. I did that this morning, after I was told he might not make it when we went to see the vet today. It didn't even feel like anything was wrong, really. I kinda thought maybe we shouldn't go and I could keep doing that tomorrow. And the day after. And the next. But every time he woke up and shuffled around it was so easy for me to tell he was uncomfortable, trying to find a way to lay down in a way that would ease the pain. He didn't look any different to most people, but I memorized every single kind of motion he ever did.

And it's funny to think that he knew me the same way. He knew exactly what me shutting off the computer sounded like and that it was the perfect time to beg for snacks and attention. He knew when I was hiding something for him. He knew exactly where I walked so he could leave the god damned piss traps in the way when he was mad at me. He knew that if he kept poking his nose out the fence long enough I'd come back eventually to pet him more even if I had already walked all the way to my bed and laid down. And he knew that he could come to me for comfort whenever he felt scared or in pain. He trusted me so much and that meant the world to me.

Just to add one weird, maybe funny thing that's gonna keep me pondering forever; one day, years ago, I wished that I could be the one to take any pain he'd ever feel. Since then, I kind of took note that we'd have our sickest days together, and often in similar ways. It's most likely confirmation bias, but I do like to think I did manage to take some of his pain from him.

Well. My plan was just to share the news and go on with my day. Think about stuff. Couldn't keep from writing this much, though, so I just decided to let it all out anyway.

Again, I don't want any comfort. I will always love him, the things he taught me, and the memories I'm blessed with. I will be okay.

I want the thought of him to keep bringing joy into my life, because that's the thing he's always been the best at. The second best was destroying specifically videogame related cables.

heres some shenanigans to brighten up the mood :]

and here's a cute pic from years ago as well 🐇💞

#the newfound text tag #cw: death #tbh he singlehandedly made me obsessed with bunnies #i tend to get more attached to things i relate to and #turns out rabbits are Very Autistic

[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #4

## - confessing to you

genre - fluff

pairings - aot x reader

word count - 2k

warnings - none!

notes - feel like i’ve been dead lately, am alive! now enjoy my hcs, thanks

- EREN JAEGER

he doesn’t really know whether he should confess.. he feels selfish because of the situation you guys are living in, it’s already awful losing your friends or even strangers, but losing a lover is an indescribable pain. after he finds out he accidentally hurt you while going rouge in his titan form, he immediately starts apologising and in the middle, accidentally confessed.

“i’m so sorry. no, you don’t understand! i would never want to hurt you! it’s not okay!! how could i ever hurt the person i love?! even if i didn’t know what i was doing, i’m still so sorr-”

“boy what. you love me?”

“… did i really just say that.”

- MIKASA ACKERMAN

you guys are out on the battle field, coordinating perfectly in your moves. but, as mikasa is admiring your beauty - she accidentally messes up, but thankfully you’re right there next to her, saving her in a blink of an eye. she gets very caught up in the moment (her words) and confesses.

“thank you, y/n. thank you so much, not just for saving me, for everything. i-i… i appreciate you so much..”

“mikasa-”

she proceeds to hug you and you both just take in each other scents, in peace (as much as you can be in peace on a battle field) but even without the words ‘i love you’ you know she just confessed :).

- ARMIN ARLERT

ugh he’s so cute :(( he wants to have a sweet confession not, a big and extravagant one - that’s not your guys’ style. he makes one of those books with dead flowers stuck in it (your favourite flowers) and at the end of the book where it’s a blank page, he wrote ‘i love you <3’

he gave it to you with a lot of encouragement from the boys, lots of back pats and ‘go on!!’ ‘you got this!’ and LET ME TELL YOU. it was the cutest confession ever. you opened it and thought it was just a sweet gift but when you saw the last page, you nearly cried. you engulfed armin in a hug and he was quick to hug you back, then you said ‘i love too, armin.’ HE TEARED UP. it was so wholesome. (btw you definitely heard shouts and claps from the boys around the corner)

- JEAN KIRSTEIN

THIS MAN WAS PREPPING. for like two weeks honestly, but he kinda just blurted in out in the end. mans was really around all the shops in town, picking your favourite flowers, sparkling jewellery and painting landscape to put on your wall but, ended up confessing in the middle of a conversation. like what.

“and then a titan was SO close to me, it was so scary! i-”

“NO!! YOU CANT DIE YET, I NEED TO MARRY YOU FIRST”

“. . . jean, i love you too but, it was just a dream.”

(he still gave you the gifts btw)

- SASHA BRAUS

poor girl, she literally had no idea what to do. she went to connie immediately for advice (as if he knows how to confess..), she got some pretty shitty advice from him and when he noticed her confused face caused by his bad advice, he called for backup aka jean who also gave some shitty advice 😭. she gave up with the boys and moved onto mikasa.. bless her heart, she’s way too awkward to even fathom a way to confess. now, sasha felt a bit hopeless. until she decided to ask historia and ymir.

ymir’s advice was quite literally “just tell her, straight up.” then that’s when historia jumped in. “ymir! think more romantic! sasha, i would say take her to the flower field in the south and confess there :).”

and she did exactly that! you guys strolled in those flower fields for ages, eventually settling down for some food and you made sure to bring your own since you thought sasha wouldn’t be keen to share, but today was different… she was offering all the food she had! you accept (some of it) gratefully but that didn’t fog your confusion. soon enough, the sun started to set and sasha whipped out a letter that historia wrote on her behalf (to help her out lol). she read the first few sentences but eventually gave up and said,

“aw, as nice as that all is, i just wanna say it. y/n, i like you! i’d like for you to be my s/o… please?”

she blushed profusely and all that you could say was..

“of course, sasha! i like you too!”

you guys fell into a hug and then accidentally fell down a little hill, but still hugging nonetheless.

- CONNIE SPRINGER

this boy oh ma gawd man 😭

i just know him and reiner have this ‘fuck boy’ energy, mostly reiner since he is canonically the most attractive guy. he asked reiner for advice because he can ‘pull women’ (he tried to pull a lesbian.) but anyways, reiner told him to act really cool and unbothered, not a mean kind of unbothered but more of a ‘yeah i know i’m cool, but don’t show it’ unbothered. with this advice, connie strolled up to you in the canteen really suave-like.

“hey y/n, i like you okay? and if you don’t like me, BAH that sucks for you, your loss.”

and looks away to seem ‘unbothered’ but honestly, he’s about to cry. you giggle at him because you know hes just being a weirdo about it since he doesn’t really know how to confess.

“damn, my loss. if only i loved connie springer!”

he bent down and whispered in your ear,

“wait, are you serious? i genuinely thought you liked me..”

loses his cool IMMEDIATELY. you laugh again,

“hahaha, im just joking stupid. of course i like you!”

he lets out a huge sigh of relief “oh my fuck, thank god.”

- REINER BRAUN

he’s so infatuated with you and genuinely thinks you deserve the world, so expect a meaningful confession.

now although with connie he said to, ‘act suave’ he knew you weren’t gonna take a confession as shit as that 💀.

he took you to your guys’ spot, as usual. now, you thought nothing of it because you guys always go there but reiner on the other hand, had this confession in mind. you guys sat and chit chatted about your days as normal but suddenly, reiner went silent… you absolutely shat yourself. like ‘what did i say?’ ‘did i do something wrong?’ and reiner very quickly realised how worried you looked - he switched up very fast and got quite nervous bless him 😭. it was really cute watching this massive, kinda brute dude getting all nervous.

“okay woah, you look worried! i’m sorry y/n, haha.. i’m getting nervous”

“reiner, i don’t wanna assume anything but i think i know what’s happening..”

“haha, what’s happening then y/n?”

“A PROPOSAL?”

“WHAT- Y/N?”

your guys’ boisterous laughs filled the evening sky.

- BERTHOLDT HOOVER

such a sweetheart :(

he did try to get advice off reiner obviously, but reiners way of confessing just wasn’t his style. at first, he said he’d try it but before he could even walk up to you, it didn’t feel right. he went back to reiner and said he just couldn’t, so reiner told him he should try his own way! reiner and the whole training corps was so supportive bless.

since you guys baked all the time, he decided to make your favourite kind of cake! (it was quite a small cake, one that you guys could share)

he, very nervously, strolled up to you - cake in hand and burst out

“y/nireallylikeyouandimadeyouacakeihopeyoulikeit”

and you just needed a moment to process all of that, and you were like ‘😀’

but the cake was SO CUTE. it had a lil’ heart in the middle and you literally melted. it was so stinkin cute!!!

“thank you, bert! this is so sweet and so cute, just like you ;).”

and the man felt like he was going to burst.

“stop standing there like a goof! sit down and eat this cake with me!”

- ANNIE LEONHART

everyone especially annie’s friends, were SICK of her loving glares (yes, loving glares👁👁) towards you and her doing absolutely nothing about it.

and oh my lord. one day, mina lost her mind. she asked annie when she was going to confess and annie had the AUDACITY to lie and say, ‘what? i don’t like them.’ mina was flabbergasted to say the least, and had an absolute ’nough.

mina walked up to you with determination, pulled you aside and straight up told you “listen, annie really likes you. but her thick skull is getting in the way of ever confessing to you.” you were so taken aback! like what.. annie. the annie leonhart liked you? taken aback but thrilled of course.

knowing this, you had balls of fury and while you were hanging out with annie you decided to talk about it.

“hey annie, i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable butttt mina said you liked me and i know you’re not for all this lovey dovey shit but, i do like you too.” you said with the sweetest smile :(

annie got so sappy and even gave you a cheeky grin back, her eyes even started to sparkle. she didn’t say anything back and moved on pretty fast, but you just KNOW that she’s super happy.

- LEVI ACKERMAN

hange spilled the beans. you guys were hanging out with hange one day, they were rambling and you were happily rambling along with them but, something they said caught you off guard.

‘awww, isn’t it so cute how head over heels levi is for you!’

and you quite literally stopped in your tracks and hange was just so flabbergasted that you hadn’t picked up on it??

‘wait what? head over heels for me??’

‘cmon y/n! you’re smarter than this!! of course he is! wow, i cant believe this. HA, oh well!’ they hurried you along and started skipping down the corridors.

after this conversation, you headed to levi’s office with your usual cups of tea. you were sitting in comfortable silence until you broke it.

“levi..”

“tch, what now?”

“hange told me you were.. head over heels for me?”

“what.”

“hey listen! i didn’t say anything! it’s just what i got told!”

“listen, y/n. i won’t lie to you, you are my closest companion. but, i refused to tell you purely because..”

“because..?”

“it’s a lot.”

“i understand. but levi, you do know that you’re my closest companion right?”

“hm. yeah.” he chuckled at your response. he thought you were such a cutie in that moment :).

“so… date soon?” you winked. and he grimaced. (you went on a date that weekend)

- ERWIN SMITH

erwin is a classic guy. he knew he liked you and he wasn’t going to ignore it. he asked you out to a dinner date as per usual but it was very different this time compared to others. he seemed more distant? like his mind was somewhere else. he kept looking out the window, obviously pondering.

“y/n, i have something to confess.”

“oh, what? yes? what is it?”

“i’ve realised recently that i like you. i enjoy every second with you, i enjoy your company thoroughly and i was hoping i could keep your company but as my partner?”

“oh my god.. erwin! yes, oh my god.” you were so happy and shocked! it was such a simple but yet, sweet confession and now with sweet confession your sweet dessert came out.

- HANGE ZOË

literally wanted to shout to the world that they love you and want to be with you, forever!

hange decided to led you on a treasure hunt. yes, a treasure hunt. they wanted something different and extravagant for the confession. they sent you allll around the place, the training area, the stables, the offices, the dorms, the canteen, all of it - while leaving little notes that had hints of where you needed to go next. you ended up bang in the middle of the place and there they were, in all of their glory! they had your favourite bouquet of flowers, GOT ON ONE KNEE? LIKE THEY WERE GOING TO PROPOSE? you lowkey shit yourself.

but they got down on one knee, bouquet in hand and went on to say,

“y/n. i’ve come to realise i like you and i like you A LOT. i love how you’re so passionate about titans, science, nature, everyone and everything around you. i want you to explore your curiosity and i was hoping i could be by your side too.”

you were SO touched. of course, you got down next to them and gladly accepted. you have them the biggest hug ever!!

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[bloomingflowersthings]

Roadtrip sniffles

Pairings: sick! Kate Bishop x reader, WandaNat, Yelena is there too

Summary: When you finally get some time to unwind from work and travel with your friends, it seems that a certain archer is not feeling too hot.

Notes: Sorry about the title lol, also, thank you guys for the support! it seems like you really enjoyed my last fic and all i have to say is thank you!! I would like to announce that my requests are open, so if you have any ideas please send them in!! hope you like it! <3

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The last mission exhausted the avengers. The team had to implode a Hydra facility and everyone worked a lot for it. After debriefing at the compound, Cap decided that everyone deserved a week off to recharge their batteries.

Tony and Pepper decided to go on vacation, Thor returned to Asgard, Clint went back to his house and the rest were just chilling around the tower. So you and the girls decided to spend your week off at the beach. It would be fun and a way of bonding with each other.

Wanda, Natasha and Yelena were in one car and you and Kate were in the other, since you both were taking Fanny and Lucky.

“Are you ready Kate?” You asked, while attaching Lucky’s harness to the seatbelt

“Yup, just have to grab my backpack real quick” The archer called out, entering the compound to grab her things

After making sure both puppies were safely secured, Kate was already entering the car, backpack in hands.

“I’m glad we’re doing this, it’s a great opportunity to relax!” You said, starting to drive

Kate nodded, putting her seatbelt on “It’s- Hh gonna be -Hhh fun!” she managed to say between hitching breaths.

Without taking your eyes off the road you asked: “Darling, are you okay?”

“Hh’Tsshh! Hhxngtt'shh! Hh'iTshh!" She stifled a set of sneezes in her elbow.

“Bless you!” you giggled, not thinking much about her outburst, “there’s tissues in the glove compartment if you need them.”

“I’ll be alright” Kate said, while yawning.

“You tired? maybe you can take a nap, it’ll be a long road trip and the dogs are already sleeping”

“Maybe I can take a nap, you should wake me up when you want to switch places”

“Shush, just rest for now” You knew Kate had to be exhausted. She had a rough final’s week since her roommate managed to catch a nasty cold and she had to take care of her while studying. And when she got to the compound the archer was training nonstop, some rest was seriously overdue, even though she would never admit she was tired.

Glancing over at her the first thing you noticed was the dark circles under her eyes poor thing… However, another thing caught your attention towards her features. She looked pale, and her nose was red and chapped. Was she getting sick? Refocusing your thoughts on the road, you decided to brush it off, she just had a rough couple of weeks, that’s all. right?

About an hour later, all of you decided to take a pit stop at a cafeteria. Wanda was carsick, Yelena was hungry and the dogs needed to pee. Turning off the car you looked over to your girlfriend again. She looked so peaceful that you didn’t want to wake her up. Until her nose started twitching…

“Hhep’tSHHIEW!” She ducked her head inside her shirt, sneezing loudly into it, “Hh’uptSHHIEW!”

“Wow Katie! bless you! you alright?” You asked, concern slipping into your features as you rubbed her shoulder lightly.

“Yeah, i’m fine! it must be allergies or something.” she said, while rubbing her eyes.

“Hmm… I’m keeping my eye on you.” You said while narrowing your eyes as she gave you a light playful slap on you arm.

After the both of you took the dogs out, you finally reunited with the rest of the girls.

“Pleaaaase, i’m begging, just take Yelena with you I can’t take one more minute having to be in the same space as her” Natasha said as her sister shoved her lightly

“Sorry Tasha, it’s either Yelena or the dogs” You said chuckling.

“I still prefer the dogs” The redhead said, while shrugging dramatically.

“Haha very funny sestra.” Yelena said while rolling her eyes, a big grin plastered on her face.

“You doing better Wands?” You asked, noticing that the witch wasn’t as pale as before

“A little, just needed some air.” She said, smiling as natasha rubbed her shoulder.

“Kate needed a little air too, right Kates?” You said, bumping her hip.

“Hhup’tshiew! Hh-’iishiew! HHe’TSHHIEW! whew! excuse me!” Kate said, her cheeks glowing red with embarrassment.

“See, the mini archer is allergic to cheesy couples, you are a threat to her health!” Yelena said, gesturing to Wanda and Natasha.

Everyone laughed and blessed Kate and you all headed inside the cafeteria (which thankfully was pet friendly) to grab some snacks.

After everyone finished eating, you all started to get ready to get in the cars again.

“Yelena, i’ll be in control of the music now, your musica taste is good, but a little old.” The widow said, tired of hearing “miss american pie” for more than ten times in a row.

“My music isn’t old! it’s good quality music!”

As the sisters argued, Kate was rubbing her nose, trying to get rid of the annoying tingle in her sinuses.

“Hh-itshhiew! HhH’uptshiew! sorry, i’m gonna grab some tissue real quick” The archer said.

As soon as she entered the restroom, Wanda approached you.

“Y/N, i’m sensing some discomfort in her, is she feeling well?” she asked you, concern clear in her features.

“I don’t think so, but she won’t admit it, and I don’t wanna pressure her” You answered, honestly.

“Make sure to take care of her”

“I will”

as Kate returned, Natasha spoke: “So, everyone is ready to go?”

Everybody agreed and you got in the car, in your original positions.

“Wait, you don’t want to switch places?” Kate asked. You had just recently overcome your fear of driving, so she wanted to make sure that you were confortable.

“Thanks baby, I’m good!” You answered, if you said you were relaxed, you would be lying, but she clearly needed the rest.

“Hh-itshhiew! HhH’uptshiew! ugh sorry” she said as she reached for the tissues.

“You’re not feeling well, are you?” You said, pure love showing in your words.

“I’m not feeling too hot” The archer admitted.

You reached her forehead, frowning at the heat radiating from her. “I have to disagree with that, you’re really hot baby, I think you’re running a fever.”

“It wasn’t that bad, I thought I could sleep it off on our way to the beach, I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize, I’m always gonna take care of you, now try and sleep a little sweetie.” You said, giving your girlfriend a quick kiss on her temples.

You sent the girls a message to tell them the situation, and gave one more look at Kate, who was already asleep. She looked so peaceful, and beautiful, you couldn’t understand how she could look like a angel even while sick.

A few hours later, all of you finally arrived to the beach, and Kate was still in deep sleep. Feeling her forehead, you noticed that she was significantly warmer than earlier.

You decided to let her sleep for a little longer while you grabbed your things.

“How’s the little Bishop doing?” Yelena asked

“I think her fever spiked, she’s still sleeping in the car.” You answered

With everyone’s help, you quickly got your things inside the house.

“Kate, we’re here, c’mon, let’s get you inside” You said, while helping her out of the car.

She leaned against you, shivering as you got upstairs and sat her on the bed.

“I’m gonna make her some soup” Wanda said. “I’ll help you” Yelena added, and they both went downstairs.

“Y/N, I think she needs a shower in order to break that fever, you should help her out while I’ll go out and buy her some medicine” Natasha said, worried about her friend’s state

As the redhead exited the room, you turned to your girlfriend, who had fallen asleep again.

“Kate? how about we take a shower?” You kindly asked, gently massaging her scalp

“I’m too cold…” the archer answered, her voice was already hoarse and congested, making you wonder if her throat was hurting.

“It’s your fever that’s making you feel funny, but a quick shower might fix that, and i’ll be with you the whole time” you offered.

She nodded in approval and you helped her up, heading towards the bathroom. You turned on the shower, making sure to adjust the water temperature. You helped her out of her clothes.

As soon as she touched the water, her shivering intensified, and you felt guilty. You made sure to wash her body and hair and her chills became almost nonexistent, which meant that her fever probably broke.

“Thank you Y/N, i’m a little better now” Kate said, looking at you lovingly, and you noticed that she wasn’t as flushed as before.

“You welcome kitten, now let’s get you in the couch so you can eat and rest a little.”

As you finished helping her in her clothes and wrapping her up in a blanket, Wanda and Yelena returned with a tray of soup for everyone. It smelled amazing and everyone was hungry. They sat on the enormous sofa along with you and the dogs. You all decided to watch friends while eating.

“Even though I can’t fully taste it, this soup is amazing, thank you girls.” Kate said.

“Don’t mention it” Wanda replied

“I bet my macaroni and cheese is better, but this soup is tasty” Yelena said

“So y’all making a little party without me?” Natasha said, leaning against the doorframe, pharmacy bag in hand.

“Actually, we were just waiting for you to get the party started, come sit with us” You said, tapping the cushion.

Kate took a dose of the medicine and started to feel a little drowsy, she snuggled closer to you, closing her eyes.

“Thank you for taking care of me, girls.”

“We are your family, We’ll always take care of you.” you said while kissing her forehead.

She was glad to have a big loving family.

#sickfic #snzfic #sick! kate bishop #sick! kate bishop x reader #kate bishop sickfic #kate bishop x reader #wandanat #yelena as a third wheel

[koolkat9]

GerEng Week 2023 - Day 1

Let's try this again lol

@gereng-week

Prompt: First Meeting || Angel/Demon

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng (though this is setting up an au so there isn't much romance), Past Fruk, Implied/One-sided PortEng

Word Count: 1208

Read on AO3

Author's Note: This is not at all read over. Just stuck it quickly through grammarly. In case you don't know, I took off for exchange on September 29th so I haven't had time to write, let alone edit. So expect GerEng week from me to be a bit late.

The Tales of the Terrible Angel and Demon

“Luci, baby how are ya?”

It was too fucking early for this. “What do you want now asshole?”

“Now, is that any way to talk to the one who created you?’

“Fuck off.”

God sighed on the other end. “If you had a swear jar you may have been able to pay Ol’ Peter off and get back up here.”

“As if I’d want that,” Lucifer scoffed, “But that’s besides the point. What the fuck do you want?”

“Well… You see…I have this angel.”

“I’m not taking another one of your fucking angels.”

“I wasn’t going to propose that,” God grumbled. Oh, how Lucifer loved the sound even if he only got under his long-time enemy's skin just a little bit. “I was going to ask if you…I don’t know…possibly have a demon with somewhat of a moral compass.”

“What kind of shit demon has a moral compass?”

A knock at the door brought Lucifer’s attention away from whatever retort God had for him. “Give me a sec,” Lucifer said into the phone before putting it down. He could still hear God ranting and raving, but it was garbled. Lucifer returned his attention to his guest. “Come in.”

“Sorry to bother you, sir,” the demon who knocked said.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop apologizing Ludwig?”

“So–” Ludwig caught himself and coughed awkwardly. “There is another…What do the humans call it? A Karen? Anyway, there is a very angry lady requesting to speak to you and she won’t take no for an answer.”

Lucifer groaned. This had to be the hundredth one this week. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Ludwig nodded and with a bow, he returned to his desk. Lucifer had a choice. Hang up on the annoying bastard who sent him to this literal hell hole or face something scarier than anything the deepest fires of hell could conjure up. Hesitantly, he picked up the phone.

“Are you back? How dare you–”

“Just get to the fucking point. I have to deal with a witch and it’s best I don’t keep her waiting.”

“Okay…Are you sure? No one who at least follows some of the rules? I’m sure you’ve heard of Arthur–”

“Oh him. Chaos incarnate. Why isn’t he down here? He’s even worse than me.”

“You know we don’t do that anymore. Anyway, I had a different idea. I’ve been making this new human and they need an angel and a demon. I was hoping I could send Arthur down, but I need a voice of reason.”

“Looking for a voice of reason in Hell. What kind of places do you think–” Lucifer was interrupted by another knock.

“Sir–” Ludwig’s voice called, only to be overshadowed by garbled squawking.

“Actually…” Lucifer said, “I may have someone that would be perfect.”

— — —

Hell was where he wanted to be. Earth could be a fun place to visit. He and Alastair always loved sneaking down for some pub fare and good drinks. But this was not his goal when he had…disrupted…Jesus’s birthday meal.

This could be a blessing in disguise. Perhaps getting up to some shenanigans with his demon partner would be the final straw.

“Promise me you’ll behave,” Afonso sighed.

Afonso, Arthur’s best friend turned nag after he got a promotion to organizing angel assignments.

“No.”

“Arthur.”

“I thought it was a sin to lie,” Arthur taunted.

Afonso grimaced, “Fine…Just…Don’t hurt anyone.”

“Don’t worry. I would never go that far.” Arthur’s gaze shifted down below as they descended to Earth. “Dylan would have my head if I did.”

A small congregation of demons and angels stood around the maternity wing, some from the higher ranks overseeing the assignment of each human's angel and demon. Afonso led Arthur over to the mother of his human who was in mid-labour. He looked away, feeling out of place in what should have been a private moment. He looked around at his fellow angels and their demon counterparts, all unimpressed, as if they didn’t want to be there. He wondered which of the demons amongst the group was to be his partner.

Afonso took his shoulder and guided him over to where a demon, in a sharp suit of dark red, almost appearing black. His light blond hair shone even under the dull white lights of the hospital. But the most striking feature was the cold blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. It was both chilling, yet also thrilled Arthur deep down.

“Arthur this is Ludwig,” Afonso introduced, “Former secretary of Satan himself.”

“Came down here just for you,” the demon beside Ludwig added.

Wait…That couldn’t be…

“Oh look, the secretary is accompanied by Satan’s personal fuck pet,” Afonso snarked.

Francis, one of Arthur’s first friends (though they had always claimed they were enemies) and one of the last angels to ever fall.

The angel-turned-succubus gave a sly grin. “Aww are you still butt hurt about me getting Arthur’s first–”

Afonso’s wings flared. “Shut your mouth, demon.”

“Can we not bring my past flings into this,” Arthur growled, staring daggers into both Francis and Afonso.

Francis tisked. “Fine, fine. Because you’re so special to me. Now, Ludwig, this is Arthur. My ex and your new partner.”

“You slimy frog.”

“Aww…You still call me by my nickname.”

Afonso grabbed his arm when Arthur tried to lunge for his smirking ex. “It’s not worth it Arthur,” he whispered.

Ludwig, who had been rather quiet this whole exchange, finally stepped forward. He extended a hand to Arthur. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Arthur. I look forward to working with you.”

Arthur accepted the hand hesitantly. “Nice to meet you too I guess…”

“I’ll be honest, this is my first time on earth.”

Arthur smirked slightly. “Well…Trust me, I’ll make sure you have a great time.”

A few minutes later, Francis and Afonso took their leave, Afonso noting that human would be coming any minute. With his babysitter gone, Arthur leaned over.

“Want to get out of here and I can show you how humans have a good time?”

The demon’s eyes widened. “What?”

“What?”

“We can’t leave, our human will be here any minute.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Everyone knows a baby human isn’t facing moral dilemmas, they barely understand words.”

“But it’s an important day. And the handbook says–”

“The demons have a handbook for this sort of thing?”

“Well technically it’s the angel’s handbook, but it feels like this is something we should witness.”

Any semblance of joy Arthur was hoping to get out of this arrangement drained out of him. Most angels weren’t even this uptight.

Their human gave out a piercing cry, their ‘hello’ to the world. Both the angel and demon stared at the wrinkly, slimy little thing. Ludwig grimaced.

“Is it too soon to say humans are disgusting?” Ludwig asked.

Arthur crossed his arms, unimpressed by the whole ordeal. “Trust me, it gets worse.”

“God…What have I gotten myself into.”

As Ludwig’s grimace faded into a look of awe as the now clean baby was handed to their mother and seemed to calm from the contact alone, Arthur was wondering the exact same thing: What had he gotten himself into?

#hetalia #hws england #hws germany #hws #gereng #geruk #engger #angel and demon au #gereng week #gereng week 2023 #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #my writing #past fruk #onesided porteng #hws france #hws portugal

[gemgirl28]

Part one of a request from @juldooz-atla for Zutara

Sorry this took so long! I was fighting a battle with my fridge drawers in an attempt to clean them out lol but I finally won so here we are.

Where did this come from?

Try as she might, Katara couldn't quiet the voices in her head that whispered Zuko was keeping something from her.

Normally they had lunch every Wednesday. They aimed for every day, but as Fire Lord and Ambassador, their schedules were hectic. Still, they kept Wednesday as a standing lunch date, sacred time for just the two of them to enjoy each other's company.

But Zuko had missed the last two, claiming something important had come up.

Zuko was always an early riser, but he would do his best to stay up with her for an hour, even if they were just reading reports in the same office. Sometimes he'd brew a pot of tea to help him stay up later, especially when he needed her help with a speech or presentation.

But Zuko had gone to bed early every night the past few weeks.

She had thought there relationship was progressing well. It was a tricky balance, maintaining their working relationship while navigating their developing feelings, but they managed. They had even managed to introduce their relationship to their friend group with little disruption to the group dynamics. They had discussed their next steps, even going so far as to discuss the members of his council that might object to their marriage.

But Zuko hadn't said a word to anyone on his council.

Her suspicions were what drove her to his office, looking through his desk for evidence of an affair or plan to break up with her.

Rather than a note or letter to another woman, she found a familiar ivory box. Hands shaking, she opened the lid to confirm yes, Zuko had her mother's hair beads.

"Katara?"

She jumped, clutching the box to her chest. Zuko stepped warily into his office, frowning.

"Where did this come from?"

It wasn't what she meant to ask, so she took a deep breath and tried again.

"You've been distant for weeks. You haven't talked to your council about us, you've been going to bed early, and you've missed our Wednesday lunch! And now I find my mother's beads in your office- I thought you were going to break up with me, but I don't know what to make of this!"

To her utter horror, Zuko started laughing, doubling over and clutching his stomach. Katara felt her flare deepen. When he caught sight of her expression, Zuko sobered, clearing his throat and closing the office door.

"Katara, I'm not going to break up with you. Quite the opposite, I was hoping."

"But-"

"I was trying to keep it a surprise," he said, slowly stepping towards her. "And I didn't trust myself not to say something."

Katara felt her shoulders relax by an inch, but she was still wary.

"I'm so sorry I've pulled back the past few weeks, but I was waiting for that-" he waved at the box "-to arrive. Or rather, I was waiting for your father's blessing and he sent that."

Katara's mouth dropped open, and tears sprung to her eyes.

"I love you so much, Katara. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You deserve the world, and that includes a perfect proposal."

"I'm sorry!" She blurted out. She gingerly set the box on his desk and rushed to him. "Please forgive me for thinking the worst!"

"It's okay, Katara. Agni, if I was in your place I would have thought the worst, too."

Katara flung her arms around his neck, relieved when he caught her around her waist, pulling her close.

"So... are you asking?"

"I still have some other details planned," Zuko said. "So not yet."

"Okay. But when you do- hopefully soon?" He nodded against her head. "You know I'll say yes, right?"

He squeezed her waist a little tighter.

"I do."

Send me a prompt and a pairing!

#this is probably the angstiest one I've done yet #But of course have to end with fluff #thanks for the prompt dear! #Juldooz #zutara #Zutara ficlet #my writing #soft angst prompt #send me a prompt

[ravs6709]

First Birthdays- LJH & SYS (and mild Borijihye)

Word count: 1.9k words

Or read on ao3 here!

Orv women week fic except I'm way late. and also birthday fics for them because they were accounced (except that's even more late lol)!!! Anyways, this was for day 3 (lee jihye/shin yoosung and hope/pre-scenarios) where i decided to do a little bit of each of the prompts given

takes place during timeskip because ough my heart

Warnings: No warnings i think?

•~•~•~•~•~•

“Hey, hey, hey, Jihye,” Na Bori called out, shaking Lee Jihye’s arm.

She laughed. “What is it?”

“Let’s watch a movie.”

“Bori, we rewatched The Admiral last month—”

“Yeah, I know. You get to choose this time!”

She raised an eyebrow. “You? Willingly letting me pick a movie to watch? After what you said last time?”

“Yeah, even if it means we’re continuing from what you did last last time.”

She couldn’t hide her grin. “How did you know?”

“Well, we watched Whispering Corridors, and since that’s like, a whole series, of course you’d have us watch it all.”

“Wasn’t it so much fun?”

She knew that Na Bori didn’t do too well with creepy things, but she’d known her enough to know which aspects were okay or not. That being said, Na Bori being more comfortable did not stop her from being afraid. It was an excuse for Lee Jihye to tease her for being the crybaby for once. An excuse for Lee Jihye to hold her close, without making it seem too weird. Without making it seem like she had a crush.

(And on the occasion that Lee Jihye got scared, it only meant that they got to hold each other, and Na Bori would be too busy screaming to tease her back, hah!)

With the whole house to themselves—bless the break from school and her parents not being home—she was able to grab every blanket she could remember the location of. As she set up the space to make it cozy, Na Bori hunted the fridge for any snacks that they could eat.

Once that was all dealt with, they settled in their blanket pile. Despite all the space they had, Na Bori ended up half in her lap, not that Lee Jihye had any reason to complain. They ended up not paying too much attention to the movie, though, for the more scary parts that felt too real, they squeezed each other's hand.

Like this, Lee Jihye kind of almost felt like confessing. Na Bori already knew that she was into girls, and while she didn't know what Na Bori was into, but during the tragic moments between the two poor girls, she'd caught Na Bori looking up at her with a complex expression. Maybe she did feel the same. Maybe she was also afraid of changing their dynamic. Maybe she was scared of what came after, the movie was a little too real with that one.

"Jihye-yah," Na Bori said, looking back up at her again. The look in her eyes really did things to Lee Jihye's heart. "Happy birthday."

She smiled. "Thank you, Bori."

•~•~���~•~•~•

"Hey, hey, hey, unnie," Shin Yoosung called out, shaking Lee Jihye's arm, snapping her out of her reverie.

"You brat, what do you want?" she asked, pulling her arm away.

"I was calling your name for like a whole minute," Shin Yoosung said. "Come help me clear a hidden scenario."

Usually, she was down for going into a scenario, they were difficult but they were a good distraction from everything going on.

(With the absence of Na Bori, and now that stupid ahjussi, the distraction was needed now more than ever.)

But today… today was different, and she knew that no amount of distractions would help.

"Unnie," Shin Yoosung groaned, pulling at her arm. 

This girl… she was so much more rude around her and Lee Gilyoung.

"That's not how you treat someone on their birthday," she grumbled.

It was only when Shin Yoosung froze that she realized exactly what she'd just said. Crap.

"It's your birthday?" Shin Yoosung asked, looking at her with a warmer gaze. "Unnie… I'm sorry."

Those sweet innocent eyes that were always directed to the adults were now being directed at her. She really shouldn't have said anything. "You didn't know, it's okay."

"I'm going to get you something," Shin Yoosung said, her mouth tightening into a determined line. "There was this scenario Sangah-unnie told me about. I wasn’t really paying much attention because I didn’t really care about the rewards, but I remember that she told me there was this sword as one of the reward options. She said that it was a good sword. Come with me, and I’ll earn it for you.

"You don't—"

"Let me do this for you, unnie," she said, and Lee Jihye was kind of shocked. Then again, this was the kind of person Shin Yoosung was. Her kindness wasn't an act, even if she did act more like a brat towards her.

"Fine," she decided. "When's your birthday, by the way?"

Shin Yoosung looked down.

"It already passed, didn't it."

She didn't say anything.

"Yoosung, when was it?"

"...December 24th."

Lee Jihye sucked in a breath. "That was quite a bit ago."

"It's okay! I don't mind!"

She probably didn't say anything for the same reason Lee Jihye hadn't intended to say anything—to not make a fuss when everyone was so busy in this apocalypse. But… something about that statement made her think that the kid had said that kind of thing before, even in the past. Maybe she didn't really celebrate her birthday before the scenarios.

Lee Jihye wasn't going to pry. Not when she looked that down. She wasn’t great with social cues (Lee Jihye was outgoing, yeah, but she never really was that smart) but even she knew not to pry.

“What’s the difficulty?”

“It’s only an A.”

Lee Jihye tried to remember any other hidden scenarios that could be good, but she blanked on any that could give a reward that Shin Yoosung would want. “Let’s clear it up fast, okay? We’ll take a break and in the evening we’ll go to one that you wanted to go to.”

“Unnie—”

“I’m telling Sangah unnie and Heewon unnie that you kept your birthday a secret, then.”

Shin Yoosung’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t—” then she frowned before Lee Jihye could grin at her, “—actually, you would. You— you—” her mouth shut and she turned away with a huff.

“You gonna finish that sentence???”

•~•~•~•~•~•

Between the two of them, the scenario wasn’t that hard. Shin Yoosung’s taming skill came in handy and Lee Jihye could easily kill off whatever couldn’t be tamed. It was a little quieter, probably because Lee Gilyoung wasn’t with them for all of them to bicker like crazy, and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. She almost wished that he was here with them, because the quiet was too much.

"Here you go unnie!" Shin Yoosung said proudly, holding the new sword to her. "Happy birthday!"

Lee Jihye smiled. "Thanks, Yoosung."

The scenario wasn't that hard, but it was still kind of tiring, so she did some cool down stretches while Shin Yoosung laid on a rock nearby her, looking up.

"Hey, unnie? Can I ask you a question?" Shin Yoosung's voice was serious and quiet, so Lee Jihye turned to look at her in concern.

"What is it?"

"...am I allowed to ask why you looked so sad, earlier?" At Lee Jihye's sharp intake of breath, she continued, "You don't have to answer."

"My birthdays were… fun," Lee Jihye said, looking away. "They weren't grand, but the last birthday I had, I was really, really happy. I miss those times. I wish they were still here.”

“Your family?”

“Family, friends.”

“Oh… tell me about your last birthday.”

“The night before, my best friend Bori came over to my house.” She nearly said crush but Na Bori was definitely her best friend, and saying crush felt like it’d make things sound even more painful to Shin Yoosung. “We watched a movie together, stayed up late because we didn’t have school. She gave me a tassel as a gift.”

“The one on your sword?”

Lee Jihye smiled sadly. “Yeah.”

“...do you know how she died?”

She sighed. “We were in class when the scenarios started. She let me kill her so I could live.”

She couldn’t see Shin Yoosung’s face as she still wasn’t looking, but she could hear her quiet “...oh.” And then, “She was a good person, making sure you lived. She must have loved you.”

Lee Jihye nodded. “She was.” And while she couldn’t be sure whether Shin Yoosung meant love in a platonic or romantic form, she knew one thing for sure: “She did.”

“I’m glad you’re here, unnie.”

•~•~•~•~•~•

“Wait a moment, unnie, how did you manage to blackmail me into giving me a gift when you’re also hiding your birthday from the others?”

Lee Jihye grinned, holding out a headband that was said to help the tamer mentally. “Considering you think you’re the brains between the two of us, I’m surprised you didn’t think of that sooner. Secret for a secret, gift for a gift.”

“That’s fair.” Shin Yoosung took the headband and put it on. “Thank you.”

“So what about your birthdays?” Lee Jihye asked. “What were they like?”

“I did ask about yours… okay, fine. I never really had them,” she said, confirming Lee Jihye’s suspicions. “We moved around a lot, so I didn’t have parties or many people to invite. My last birthday, my parents got a dog for me. He was cute.”

Lee Jihye didn’t say anything, catching on to the word “was”.

“...I killed him in the first scenario.”

“You’re like me, then,” she blurted, then winced when Shin Yoosung stared at her.

“I guess I am,” she replied. “I miss him.”

“I miss her too. He was probably okay with you killing him. I used to find all these stories all over the internet about dogs fighting things ten times their size, or going into fires, and all that, just to save their owners. He probably would have done anything to save you.”

“Doesn’t that remind you of someone?” Shin Yoosung asked, eyes looking down at the floor.

Of course, Lee Jihye had mostly been thinking of Na Bori, but there was someone else who would do the exact same thing. Go up to a god that couldn’t be killed just to save his companions. Lee Jihye kicked a pebble on the ground.

“Do you think it’ll end soon?” Shin Yoosung asked, her voice quiet and weak.

“I don’t know,” Lee Jihye replied, because she wasn’t that good at comforting people. “With the way Master is, I don’t think so.”

“Do you think ahjussi will come back?”

“That stupid ahjussi needs to come back,” she grumbled. “He better come back before your next birthday. He missed it.”

“So did everyone else, technically,” Shin Yoosung argued. “But… I hope so too. That would be the best birthday gift.”

It would be a good gift…

“On your next birthday, I’m stealing Sooyoung unnie’s car and I’m gonna drive you around in it,” Lee Jihye decided. “Road trip. Use those guns it has and just cruise around.”

“Unnie, you’re not even old enough for a license.”

“I’ll be old enough two months after!”

“You can’t drive a car.”

“I’ll figure it out!”

“Sooyoung unnie is going to kill you.”

Lee Jihye grinned and shrugged. “She’ll understand.”

Small stuff like that, Lee Jihye figured as she watched Shin Yoosung snort, were important to live through the scenarios. Small stuff like that to give off hope. She hoped it’d be enough.

•~•~•~•~•~•

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[real-life-cloud]

Hey uhh I vaguely remember reading in your tags somewhere some time maybe long ago that you were homeschooled, do you mind me asking just generally what that was like? Don‘t share if you don‘t want to

Y'know what, sure! I like telling stories and oversharing on the internet tbh. Strap in lol it got long.

Tldr; homeschooling was isolating, it definitely set me back socially. The self paced nature of the work put way too much pressure on me, and now I have terrible choice paralysis and rarely finish a project I start. If you or someone you know is considering homeschooling someone, make sure they know what they're getting into.

A lot of homeschooled kids were put into that kind of schooling because their parents want to monitor them. That's not healthy. I'm sure that's not how it is every time and that there's applications of homeschooling that work for people, but it needs to be done well. Kids need to be properly socialized, supported, and given the privacy they need.

Some background info on why I left public: There was an incident where a teacher yelled at me for no good reason in front of the entire student body during lunch. (I was holding a piece of paper (THAT ANOTHER TEACHER GAVE ME FOR HIM TO SIGN) in the lunchroom which wasn't allowed??) I was EXTREMELY embarrassed and anxious around that teacher from then on. I got moved to a different class so I didn't have to be near him. The guidance counselor was really helpful during the whole thing.

OKAY storytime 📖

"Homeschooling" can mean a couple different things , I did it two different ways at points in my life. I feel like the first thing ppl think of is being taught at home by a tutor or parent, but I wasn't homeschooled in this way. And I was in public school until about 7th grade actually!

However, my mom was super mad, and wanted to talk to the man that yelled at me, but the principal wouldn't let her. They kept giving excuses as to why but the jist was: the guy was an asshole and they knew it. SO mom got fed up with the staff and just pulled me out of public school altogether. It was actually my idea! The thought of seeing that teacher again was so upsetting that I just wanted to leave.

[ I feel like I should also mention that I grew up religious and that it was super common for kids to be homeschooled in my church; you were looked up to for homeschooling your kid bc it "kept them away from bad association" and "gave them more time to devote to god." So my mom didn't really fight me on the suggestion. ]

First, I did cyber school! I was in cyber school from 7th - 10th ish. I was given a laptop that blocked anything fun (but not well, so I zipped right past all the blocks lol) and had online classes. It was similar to how I think school worked during covid? No cameras yet tho, just a teacher on VC with power point slides and a chatroom for students. I was a pretty good student up until this point, but I started barely scraping by a lot of classes and failing others. I think I retook pre algebra 3 times? I passed with a very low D 🫶

And SOME classes were self paced. Those were the Fucking Worst. No teacher, not really. I could technically email a teacher with questions but I was a horribly anxious little 14 yr old so no way was I gonna do that. I remember one year I had a civics class that was self paced and I was so lost and stressed about it that I procrastinated til the entire course had like a week til it was due. And it wasn't just tests, I had to make multiple power points on different topics throughout the course. I had a complete emotional breakdown in front of my mom cause I'd been hiding this from her. I was so afraid she'd be mad, but she helped me finish everything on time. She basically did like half of it for me, bless her. God I hated that class.

So at this point school is going. Kind of really bad. My grades suck and half the time I cheat. I don't really have friends because all I do is sit on my laptop and go to church with my family. I didn't have any contact with my old school friends because they weren't a part of my religion. (Jehovah's Witnesses are super exclusive and cult-y) And teenage me has just realized they're not straight!

Like many isolated, repressed, gay teenagers, I mainly expressed myself online. But a few months after I turned 16, my parents found my secret email account that was connected to all my private social media. It was very apparent I was gay. So I outed myself by accident. They pretty much took away all my access to the internet and started paying super close attention to the media I consumed. I'm just glad they didn't go to our church elders and tell on me for my sins or whatever. Life continued as "normal" with them just. Pretending it didn't happen and hoping and praying that I'd magically turn straight. I actually recently found out that my parents NEVER talked about my sexuality with each other during this stage. They just completely avoided the topic.

[ another note, my entire immediate family is actually out of that religion now, and everybody's cool with the gay thing 🫶 my dad actually told me that my coming out is what made him question some things with our religion. ]

But then it became a question of what I was supposed to do for school. I couldn't be on the Websites That Turn You Gay, but I was also doing bad in school and would be put behind a grade or two. Not to mention I was terribly anxious and hadn't really socialized with people my age for the past 3 or so years.

That's how I started correspondence schooling! Another kind of home schooling. It's exactly what it sounds like. The school sends you books and tests, then you mail back the finished papers to be graded. And you might be thinking, Cloudy didn't you just go over how much you hated the self paced classes in cyber? This sounds just like that but worse! And I would say why yes, anon, I did! Such a good memory!! Gold star for you ⭐

This schooling didn't go great, as you could imagine... I think I finished two classes? This didn't have any time limit, however. So why on earth would I feel any pressure to do anything? Overall it was a giant waste of money. I just kept not doing it! Then life got super crazy, I won't go into detail but it was a rollercoaster of family drama, my mental health being at the worst it ever was, and leaving that religion. And then covid!!!! Everything happens so much 😞

I was so far from my diploma that I gave up on finishing my classes and started focusing on getting my GED. This took me another 2 years lol. I finally got it last summer!! I also landed a new job in the spring after being unemployed for a little over a year. And I just got my driver's license last week! It's taken me a longgggg time but my life is on the roll again. This is probably more than you were asking about but yeah.

#mailbox in the sky #anon #woah there that got long ! #typinv this up took me like an hour #i tried to not get off topic but theres so many converging topics here #homeschooling stuff connects to sexuality stuff which connects to cult stuff which connects to family drama

[usedpidemo]

You fic was bomb after bomb start from lonely night yujin, the change of your writing really make this bomb,when you think to change your writing technique

Thank you so much! I appreciate it.

I would love to share the philosophy change I had as I reevaluated my writing choices and planning, so this explanation might be too long for your liking.

The change in writing style was a slow process. I honestly think it started with Vol twelve, after a three week hiatus back in April. For the longest time, especially at the start of the year, I was losing confidence in myself and felt like my works were stagnant. I wasn't improving nor was I declining; I was stuck in the middle of the road, and you don't want to remain static while everyone else around you is growing. So I took a step back, reorganized my thoughts, and slowed down my writing process.

You'll notice that throughout my first year, I averaged one fic a week, which while productive with content, wasn't up to quality with what other writers produced. I realized that I was so focused on producing new fics like a factory that I wasn't refining and editing my fics at all. Sure, there are some hits, but most are average at best, but stinkers at worst, or never realize their full potential. I got caught up with tunnel vision, and I faced the consequences of my own complacency.

Now I'm not saying that pumping out fics is bad, I highly encorage you to write everything you possibly can—but having a sense of control or direction is important, at least to me.

I think the best parallel I can offer is Indigo League Ash Ketchum. (Here we go with the Ash analogy again) Started out as a total noob with ambition but no practice, but the basics were there by the end. There's potential there, it just needs to be refined and humbled.

That's stage one—the wake up call.

Stage two was the turning point. Synchronicity.

When you see these new wave of writers producing fics like they've been at it for years, you start to realize that ambition isn't enough. You need to learn and study again. So it was to me.

July was a blessing in disguise. No fics were published in that month, mostly due to accidental circumstances, but it was another opportunity for me to rediscover myself again, and find new waves of inspiration. I burnt out of writing and wanted nothing to do with it. I didn't want to think about it, so I allowed the days to pass by, giving myself time to other things and reading in between. It felt liberating not to think about the next fic, because I wasn't in that mindset of obsession and competitiveness. Think of it like the Ash depression arc in Kalos, where he focused way too much on winning and not being surpassed by his new rival that he wasn't in total sync with Greninja, which led to losing and more losing. (Okay these analogies are getting out of hand lol) It's only after his mind and Greninja's were one that they truly mastered and worked together to perfect their bond.

Same rules apply, minus the frog with the disgustingly long tongue scarf. Point is, I was so desperate to catch up, my mind was jumbled up and I lost sight of what was important. Me. I know these are stupid comparisons to make, and it makes me sound overdramatic when I tell it this way, but it's really difficult to get things done when your mind and heart aren't completely one—when one tries so hard to do things its own way, it starts to forget the other's need. When you're so dead set on doing things one way, you start to panic and lose composure when it doesn't work, only to realize you can accomplish the same thing another way. I was forcing things to happen, but it was unnatural and didn't feel like I was in control anymore.

I could have easily chosen to quit if it was hurting me more than giving me joy, but it's so difficult to stop, especially with how passionate I was in writing. So I wasn't going to give up completely.

My mindset completely changed right then and there. If I wanted to be better, I had to adapt. I had to force myself to grow. I needed to make changes in how I write, and how I planned out things.

So I slowed down, took my time to study different writers' fics—again, and again, and again. Afterward, I started to experiment, took what was really effective from others, and added them to my fics with my own spin. I thought it was lightning in a bottle when Trading Places came out. Then A lonely night released, and to this day remains still the fic I am the proudest of, because of how much effort and love I put into it, while keeping these new philosophies in mind as I created it painstakingly with a clear vision of what I wanted to happen.

I don't hate my works as much as I used to. In fact, I reread them more often than I want to (lol). I don't rush to start my next fic after the previous one, I allow my mind to let things plan and sort themselves out by natural filtering. Whenever I start writing, I have a clear goal and direction in mind, and the final product isn't completed until it's exactly how I envision it to be, no matter how long it takes. Without the pressures of time and my own insecurities weighing down my shoulders, I feel so much more comfortable and capable. I feel extra motivated when there's no ominous shadow lurking behind closely. If my heart's set on an idea, and my mind agrees, then something will be made, no matter what.

Hopefully this isn't just a phase. The next stage is consistency. I should feel good where I am now, but I should strive and work hard to be better and better than after that.

(TLDR: I wasn't satisfied with where I was, and my heart and mind weren't in complete sync, so I had to take a a step back, think about what went wrong, and what needed to be changed, and thankfully, I came out a healthier mindset because of it.)

(I would like to use this space to give special thanks to @majorblinks, @yieldtotemptation, @capslocked, @ggidolsmuts, and @writerpeach. Your fics are an invaluable source and influence to where I am now, and the world is a lot better because of your talent. Bless.)

#asks #question #anon

[adventuretolkienlover]

Ruddigar's Surprise! (An Alchemy Bros Mother's Day Special!)

Intro: A bit late, but I made it! Before Midnight! So it's still Mother's Day! Whew! I hereby dedicate this story to Mother's Day! And a family of baby raccoons that are currently living in my Grandma's Garage. Oh, and just to clarify, this isn't chapter three for The Journey's Just Begun. It's more of a bonus story if you will. Still in the same universe, but not to important to the story. Also you get to see Jacky flexing a little bit of his Spanish toward the end. I always headcannoned him as latin. Make sure to tell you mom or mother figure you love her! God bless! 💐🌹🌺🌷(P.S. As usual, not Varigo. Please don't tag as such. Thanks!🫶) EDIT: Per usual, I fixed my grammar and wording. LOL!🤣 This is becoming a habit!

Summary: Varian and his siblings are getting a surprise ready for Ulla's first mother's day. But after Ruddigar returns from being missing for a week, they discover they won't be the only one in their family celebrating this year.

Trigger Warnings: None!

Varian pulled Quirin's large cook book off the shelf in the kitchen and lugged it over to the counter. He plopped it down and began to flip through it. He was on the hunt for something special. Today was Mother's Day and him and his siblings had decided to give Ulla a special surprise for it. It would be her first Mother's Day outside of the library and they had planned to make her favorite dessert. Varian kept flipping through the book until he found it. The recipe for Pumpkin Pie his dad had written himself. "Hey! I found it Hugo!" he said out loud.

"Found what?" shouted back Hugo.

"The recipe for mom's Mother's Day surprise! Come here and see!"

Hugo walked into the kitchen. He was eating an apple and holding an Oliver Twine book.

"Is that it?" he said between bite of his apple.

"Yep! This is the same recipe for pumpkin pie my mom told me about! Dad made it for her when they were dating." Hugo came over and looked at the recipe. It did sound delicious.

"Anything that good tasting would win anyone over." said Hugo with a chuckle. Varian laughed. "Yeah. We have to make sure we make it just right."

"But how do we keep mom from finding out?" asked Hugo.

"Easy! Xavier is helping mom set up her own Alchemy Shop at the capital and she's gonna be there almost all day. That will give us time to get everything ready."

"Sounds like you have everything planned out." Hugo tried to toss his apple core into the trash can. But it missed and landed on the floor. "Whoops." Hugo went to pick it up and throw it away.

"If Ruddigar had been here, he probably would've have grabbed that before me."

"Oh, yeah." said Varian. Varian had been worried about Ruddigar. Lately he'd been disappearing for a few days. He would always leave at night and then come back like nothing happened. Varian had tried to figure out what was wrong. Was he not getting enough attention? Was he not getting enough apple slices to satisfy him? Varian couldn't figure it out. And now he'd been missing for almost a week!

"Have you seen Ruddigar?" asked Hugo. He was just as concerned as Varian for the pet's safety.

"No." Said Varian sadly. "He's a wild animal so he should be okay. But I don't know why he did this. It's not like him."

"Not like who?"

Varian looked up at Belle, who had just entered the kitchen. "Ruddigar. He's still gone." answered Varian.

"Still? That's just weird." she said.

"He still gone?!" exclaimed Jacky as he walked in next. "Have you guys looked for him?"

"I did. But he wasn't anywhere on the farm." said Varian. "But let's not focus on that right now. Right now we need to get-"

"Hi kids!"

"AAAAAAAAH!" Varian yelled and whirled around! The rest also turned around and gasped! Ulla was standing right there! "Mom! H - Hi!" stuttered Varian as he shut the cook book and slid it behind his back. "H - How you doing?"

"Dear? Are you in here?" said Quirin as he peeked into the kitchen.

"Geez! Why is everyone walking into the kitchen all of a sudden." thought Hugo.

"I just wanted to tell you kids that Quirin is taking me into town to meet up with Xavier. I'll be back tonight."

"Okay! Sounds good!" said Varian anxiously. Ulla couldn't help but notice Varian's nervous grin and the way Hugo was hiding behind his book. Even Belle and Jacky were acting suspicious. Jacky was standing looking at the wall for no reason and humming to himself. And Belle was for some strange reason looking through an empty cabinet!

"Are you all okay?"

"Just fine!" said Varian.

"Yeah! We're good!" added Jacky. "Isn't that right Hugo?"

Hugo nodded but kept his face hidden behind the book.

"See? Fine!"

Ulla didn't look convinced. But she shrugged and walked out of the kitchen and past Quirin. "I'll meet you outside honey." she said.

"Of course Dear." said Quirin with a knowing smile. Once Ulla was out the door, everyone relaxed and went back to their normal positions. Quirin turned to the siblings. "Do you have everything you need?" he asked.

Varian gave a thumbs up. "Yep! Mom's surprise is a go!"

"Excellent. Then we'll see you tonight." said Quirin as he began to leave.

"Alright Bye!" said Varian. The front door shut with a click. All four siblings sighed with relief.

"That was close!" said Belle.

"Okay! We need to get to work." said Varian as he reopened the cook book. "We need to get the ingredients AND we need to get our presents ready. Jacky, you can help me in the kitchen. Hugo and Belle, you're on present duty."

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It was almost nighttime. And everything was ready for the surprise. Belle and Hugo had everyone's gifts wrapped and waiting in the living room. And the pie had been baked and was waiting patiently in the oven. They had even managed to snag a Happy Mother's Day banner to put up. Rapunzel had helped them make it a few days ago. Raps had done some of her best painting handy work on it. And it was beautiful. The siblings were just doing some last minute cleaning up for the surprise. They had to hurry though. Quirin and Ulla would be home any second. Varian walked out of the kitchen and plopped down on the couch was a sigh. He was tired but happy. Hugo entered the living room too and sat down next to Varian.

"Well, we got the kitchen cleaned up." Hugo said. "Good thing too. When that bag of flour broke the kitchen looked like Galcrest in winter."

Varian laughed. "I told Jacky not to pick up the bag of flour like that."

Suddenly.... Scratch!Scratch!Scratch!

Hugo and Varian looked at each other. Then at the front door. Scratch!Scratch!Scratch! It came again.

"Is that... Is that them?" asked Hugo confused. "I don't think so." said Varian. Scratch!Scratch!Scratch!

Belle poked he head into the living room. "What's that sound? Are they here?"

Scratch!Scratch!Scratch!Scratch!Scratch!Scratch!-

"Okay! Okay! I'm coming!" said Varian as he got up off the couch. He opened the front door and looked around. The sun had fallen behind the mountains by now and it was very dark. He couldn't see anyone on the porch or anywhere really. Suddenly he heard a familiar chitter. Varian gasped and looked down at his feet. Ruddigar was there tapping his foot and looking quite annoyed for Varian not coming sooner.

"RUDDIGAR! You're okay!" exclaimed Varian! He picked him up and hugged him. "Guys! Ruddigar is home!" he shouted excitedly!

"He is!?" exclaimed Belle and Hugo simultaneously!

"Jacky! Get in here! Ruddigar's back!" shouted Hugo!

Jacky ran into the living room! He was holding the cookie jar and eating some cookies! "Huh?! Really?!" Jacky said between mouthful of cookie.

"Jacky!" said Hugo. "What are you doing?!"

"What?! There's a whole pie in there I can't eat! I got impatient!"

Belle took the cookie jar and put it on the table. "No more cookies. Now come on!" She took him by the hand and led him along toward the door. Hugo was close behind. They ran out the door. Varian was outside holding the raccoon. "See? He's fine!" said Varian cheerfully. Ruddigar got many pets and praises for coming home to them.

"I hope you satisfied mister." said Hugo in a mock offended tone. "Don't you go wandering off like that ever again." They all walked back inside and Jacky had just closed the door when - Scratch! Scratch!Scratch! Jacky looked at the door confused. Then shrugged and began walking away again. Scratch!Scratch!

Jacky stopped and looked at the door again. Then at Ruddigar with Varian in the living room. If he was there... Then what was that scratch? Jacky opened the door again and peeked outside.

"Hello?" said Jacky cautiously. He looked down at his feet. A tiny racoon kit was looking up at him. Jacky had to do double take! He looked back at living room. Ruddigar was indeed there, laying on the couch next to Varian. He looked back outside. Another kit had joined the first! "Wha?!" yelped Jacky.

"What's the matter Jacky? Is mom and dad home?" said Hugo.

"Uh, no. There's - HUH?!" Now there was a third kit was sitting in front of him! Then a fourth came forward! And then a fifth! "One. Two. Three. Four. Five?" counted Jacky. "Five mini Ruddigar's?!"

Varian walked up to Jacky. "Jacky? You've been standing there for while. What's up?" Jacky pointed down at the porch. Varian looked and his eyes grew wide.

"What?! How?"

Suddenly, from the darkness, a another racoon came forward. It appeared to be a female. She was just a bit smaller than Ruddigar and had lighter fluffier fur. She positioned herself between Jacky and the kits. She then stared up at Jacky and Varian and glared. Jacky and Varian looked at each other. Then at Ruddigar on the couch.

"He has some explaining to do." said Varian.

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Ruddigar was snoozing on the couch as peaceful as can be. When all of a sudden...

"Ruddigar?"

Ruddigar woke up with a snort and looked toward the voice. He saw Varian holding three racoon kits and Hugo was gently holding his apparent mate. Jacky and Belle were seated on some nearby arm chairs, each holding a kit of their own. None of the siblings looked very pleased.

"Ruddigar?" Varian repeated. "Please explain." Ruddigar jumped up and looked bewildered at the kits. His face just screamed "I told you to wait outside!" He then looked at Varian with a sheepish grin.

Varian smacked his forehead and sighed. "Okay. Let me get this straight. You left for nights on end and then just disappeared out of nowhere, to have babies? I mean I'm not surprised. But buddy, you were holding out on us."

Ruddigar began to pace back and forth chittering and gesturing as he argued why he was completely valid. The siblings watched as the exasperated racoon with amusement. They were trying desperately to keep a straight face, but really none of them were mad at Ruddigar. Hugo tried so hard to hold in his laughter. But he couldn't and broke out laughing. The rest followed suit. Even Varian. Ruddigar realized he wasn't getting anywhere and just sat on the couch grumpily. Varian put down the kits and picked up the grouchy raccoon. "What am I going to do with you?" said Varian.

"You know, mom and dad are going to be home any second. We need to find a place to put them." said Belle. Just then, there was knock at the door! Everyone gasped! Even Ruddigar. "QUICK! Put them all in my lab!" said Varian! Hugo went to get the door while the rest herded the racoon family into Varian's lab! Hugo let Ulla and Quirin inside.

"Hi! Welcome back!" he said. "Hi!" said Ulla. She gave him a big hug while Quirin closed the door behind them. "Did everything go alright today?"

"Yeah! Everything went great!" said Ulla.

Clank! Hugo froze. Ulla and Quirin looked at the living room entrance in surprise. The clank was followed by what sounded like a shout from Belle! "What was that?" ask Quirin.

"Uh! Nothing!" said Hugo! "I'll be right back! Don't come in yet!" Hugo scampered off toward the living room. Ulla and Quirin looked at each other confused. They heard a few more exclamations and sounds of things being moved around. And maybe racoons chittering? Then all got quiet. "Okay! Come on in!" shouted Hugo! Ulla looked toward Quirin for answers, but he just smiled and took her hand. "You might want to close your eyes for a moment." Ulla didn't know what was going on for sure, but she shut her eyes. Quirin guided her into the living room. "Okay. Open your eyes." said Quirin. Ulla opened her eyes. "Surprise! Happy Mother's Day" shouted everyone! Ulla gasped as her eyes fell on the beautiful banner hanging up above.

"Oh my gosh! Mother's Day?! I can believe it! Thank you!" Varian, Hugo, Jacky and Belle all ran up to Ulla and surrounded her in a big group hug. Quirin joined in as well. "We wanted to surprise with something special." said Belle.

"Yeah! Your like, the only mom me, Hugo, and Belle have ever had! So we wanted to make everything perfect for you!" said Jacky.

"I completely forgot about Mother's Day!" said Ulla. "I was locked in that library so long, I guess I forgot when it even was. Thank you all so much! I love you guys!"

"We love you too mom." said Varian nestling deeper in the hug.

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After dinner, the family had some of the pie. It was delicious. Ulla commented it was exactly like how she had it when she was younger. Just right! After all that, they family had gathered in the living room and given Ulla their presents. Varian had given her a new journal to replace her old one. That way she could record their new adventures. And Belle gave her a leather crafted bag she had made. It had images of flowers stitched onto it and was quite beautiful. Jacky gave her a bird call he carved. He didn't know what bird it called, but it sounded nice. Hugo was especially bashful about giving his gift. He was nervous she wouldn't like it. It was painting he had made of some of her favorite flowers. Rapunzel had helped him make it when he happened to walk in on one of her painting classes. Ulla assured him that she loved it and that she would put it up in her shop when it opened. Quirin gave her an emerald necklace. Green happened to be her favorite color and he remembered that when he saw it in a shop at the capital. After all this, the family was relaxing by the fireplace, enjoying the tranquility. Ulla had even taken to writing in her new journal.

"Everything went great." thought Varian. He was leaning up against Hugo on the couch. Hugo meanwhile had picked up his Oliver Twine book again and was quietly reading. "We did good today. Huh Goggles?" said Hugo.

"Yep." Varian stretched his arms out. "A successful mission in my book." However, they had forgotten one thing. Actually, seven little furry things. The basement door creaked opened and tiny black nose poked out and sniffed the air. It caught a whiff of the empty pie tin. There were still some tasty crumbs left there. First one racoon baby walked out. Then two. Jacky, who was busy polishing his flute, briefly looked up from his work and spotted the escapees! He almost dropped his flute his shock.

"Psst!" he whispered frantically. Hugo and Varian looked at him. Jacky motioned anxiously at the kits. Now the next three had come out and we're making a bee line for the pie tin on a nearby table. Hugo and Varian both gasped. Varian was so shocked he fell off the couch! Ulla looked up from her journaling in surprise. "Oh! Are you okay honey?" she asked worriedly. Varian scrambled back onto the couch and tried to look normal.

"Of course!" Just then, everyone heard tiny high pitched chittering coming from behind them. Everyone looked curiously. The piece tin seemed to be hanging on the edge of the table. As if pulled by some mysterious force. It was pulled down and clanged to the floor. The loud sound sent one kit running right out from under the table and smack into Quirin's leg! "Oh no." said Quirin.

Varian jumped up. "I can explain!" But before he could, all the kits dog piled on him and knocked him clear off his feet! "Ack! Guys! Not now!"

"Awwwww!" said Ulla! And she picked one of them up. "Where did you come from sweetie?"

Varian stood up with the baby raccoons still clinging to him. "Dad I'm sorry! Ruddigar came home with them and I didn't know what to do-"

Quirin sighed and chuckled. "It's alright Varian. But I think Ruddigar may have some explaining to do." he said, looking at the raccoon, who had just came out of the basement with his mate. After this was all cleared up, the family got to know Ruddigar's new family. There were four boys and one girl. The girl happened to be the one that ran into Quirin. Quirin said the racoons could stay, but not inside. One raccoon inside was enough. They could have the nice tree that was up against the side of the house. It had a cozy hollow high in it's branches that would be perfect. All that was left to do was to name them. Varian, Jacky, Hugo, and Belle had taken them upstairs and were playing with them in Hugo's and Varian's room before bedtime.

"I think the mom should be named Ruby." suggested Belle. "It starts with "R" just like Ruddigar."

"Perfect" said Varian. "Now we just need to name the kits." Varian had three of the kits in his lap. And the other two were in Hugo's. "How about Eenie, Meenie, Miney, and Mo." said Hugo.

"Noooooooooo. We're not doing that." laughed Varian. "Why not?" asked Belle. Varian reconsidered. "Well, I guess it could work. But what about the fifth one?"

"Pumpkin." said Jacky.

"Pumpkin?" said the rest.

"Sure! Like the pie we had! It's a perfect girl's name!"

"Pumpkin." Varian repeated. "That sounds cute. Let's go with that."

"Bedtime kids!" shouted up Ulla. "Make sure you put those raccoons in their new home before you go to bed!"

"Okay!" shouted back Varian. Belle got up and stretched. "Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Me too!" said Jacky as he jumped up and followed Belle out of the bedroom. "Buenas noches dudes."

"Goodnight Belle. Goodnight Jacky." said Varian as the two left for their own rooms. Varian then went downstairs with the little raccoon family and opened the back door. The tree was standing a few feet away. "Alright guys. Get some sleep." said Varian as he put them down. The kits scampered toward the tree excitedly. Ruby lagged behind to give Ruddigar a quick nose rub before following her kits to the tree. When Varian and Ruddigar returned to the bedroom, Hugo and Ulla were watching the racoons out the window. "Hey, check this out Varian." said Hugo. Varian walked over to the window and looked out. Six pairs of shiny eyes were staring back at them from the tree. "Wow. That pretty cool!" said Varian.

"Alright." said Ulla as she closed the window. "Time for bed." Hugo and Varian got under the covers. "Night mom." said a very sleepy Hugo. "Goodnight dear." said Ulla as she planted a kiss on his forehead. Hugo blushed and nestled deeper under the covers. Ruddigar was so tired, he fell asleep on the floor. Ulla picked him up and places him gently in his special basket bed and covered him with a small blanket. Ulla came over to Varian next. "And goodnight to you Varian." she said as she pulled the covers around him more. "Goodnight. Oh! And mom?" said Varian as he sat up. "Happy Mother's Day." Ulla smiled and hugged him tight.

"Thank you Varian." she said.

The End

And Happy Mother's Day Y'all!

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