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cloudyfm · 3 years

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hi everyone it’s me<3 i’m actually ahead of the game for once with intros so .... ur welcome ig idk. anyways i’ve put a shortish bio, personality, n some stats under the cut muah. also yeah that is a catboy gif i thought it was fitting and no i will not be taking criticism at this time.

BIOGRAPHY:

- thank you for joining my tedtalk to talk about the resident tyler posey of this rp<33 yes he is an actor, yes he is cringey. we all have our flaws.

- he was born in los angeles to 2 legacy parents - they had money, influence, and basically could get anything they wanted within the city. they both were also already involved in the film/media industry but were never super in the spotlight - his mom was a young actress but stopped when elijah was born, his dad was a director and continued his career afterwards...sooo yah his family is known n talked about

- his parents also were like . not good people to put it plainly. they were great to him and caring but it was not a happy marriage and led to multiple affairs, money struggles between the two of them (not with him, it was more so that if his family wanted to get a divorce, etc etc) - he still doesn’t know any of this<333

- basically when he was around 7 years old, they kind of picked a career path for him and it was mostly to get him disconnected from the family if any of the behind the doors problems came out. they used their connections to basically ensure that he was able to start a career in film and television at a young age so he would be set and it’s not like he minded. he grew up around this stuff it’s kind of all he knew

- he was sent to live with his aunt and uncle after his parents set him up, thought it would be easier if he was entirely disconnected from the family and its name so they kind of just .... disappeared. they knew that if the affairs and money struggles and basically all the problems they had made it public it would make it impossible for him to disappear and focus on himself so they did it for him. he still doesn’t know why his parents sent him off so his aunt n uncle (both of which he is very close w and loves dearly<3) kind of just made up a lie saying his parents had an accident and because he was so young he never questioned or asked for details. like he thought this entire staying w them stuff would be temporary but nope !

- literally i am saying his parents risked their own careers and lives for him like i am telling u his family were not bad people he just does not know that they literally did this to him to avoid their own problems getting out into the public (aka blackmail 1)

- but yeah from there ... his career just kind of took off from the connections in the industry he was given. like no offense n i hate aye for saying this but yeah he probably started on barney KFNLKSNLKSDNKSDF u know like most kid actors do<33 and then as he got older like. im sorry he cannot play serious roles but he probably did films that were coming of age type stories that were geared towards teenagers and young adults (think love simon, booksmart, that gist). we are also assuming in this universe that ppl actually are the same age as the characters they play ... yeah .

- when he was 18 he was really stupid (blackmail 2) and slept with a casting director for a role because he knew that someone else would have gotten the job if he didn’t. it was reckless and stupid and it actually got him in trouble but only with his family. his aunt n uncle found out and basically told him that if he didn’t go to school n fix his shit then he would have to stop working completely. he didn’t have much of a choice in where to go to college considering his parents were legacies so he just did as he was told

- he literally doesn’t wanna be there like he is the embodiment of ‘ i will now be causing a problem ‘

- but yeah ............. that’s all i got for now may remember more later KLNDFLKSNLKDSF

PERSONALITY:

- i mean he has a sag sun/aries moon which u can read about here that should frankly say enough

- but has the extreme problem of not thinking about the consequences of his actions - literally lives day by day rather than thinking about the future or the past which can really cause problems with his relationships

- a glass half full type of guy<3

- he generally has a huge problem with not taking things seriously - like if a problem comes up he will take it as nothing or just assume it’s not as big as it is just because he literally doesn’t see the point in stressing about it

- he is literally a himbo

- like he may not be stupid academically but he just doesn’t care for school and only ended up going because he was forced to by his aunt and uncle. he IS however stupid in every other aspect of his life KLNDFKSNSDFKL whether it be friendships, relationships, whatever he has a severe commitment problem and will basically just stick with what he feels like is a good time in that moment

- however when he is loyal, he is LOYAL. if a friendship or bond becomes deep enough he will be in it for the long haul and considering his personality it’s not super hard for someone to reach that level - he’s not overly trusting but he just doesn’t read into people as much as he should

- will make a joke about everything so i am sorry in advance for that<3 he just loves to have fun he can’t help who he is<3333333

- he isn’t a huge partier ... i mean he will if there is one but it’s not like he’s prone to scandal after scandal he kind of just does what he wants and if he gets caught well then that is a problem huh

- more tbd but that’s it for now ig .....

STATISTICS:

- full name: elijah cho.

- nicknames: i mean eli is fine ... he literally doesn’t care.

- age: 22.

- date of birth: december 10, 1997.

- birthplace: los angeles, california, united states.

- current location: new haven, connecticut, united states.

- astrological sign: sagittarius sun/aries moon.

- gender: cis male.

- pronouns: he/him/his

height: 5′11″.

- sexuality: bisexual.

- religion: agnostic, raised catholic.

- piercings: helix on his left ear, he had a nose ring for a couple of months when he was 19 but it fell out while he was sleeping and closed up :\

- tattoos: literally has the dumbest tattoos like i don’t even have the energy to find pictures. like random things he got when bored. probably has a smiley face on his finger - stuff like that.

- haircolor: peachy blonde like this.

- misc: has a calico cat named chewie (she’s 3) - loves her with his entire life so ellie if u see this she may come to meetings<3

#this is not edited so literally if there are errors no there arent #thank u<3 #i forgot to put the full blackmail into this but its fine u can check the page .

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monsterlovinghours · 4 years

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More Than I Deserve

So here is the long coming second chapter of my self insert fic. @beetlejuicebeadoll this is for you, sorry about the number of times I said I'd post and didn't.

Tw: mentions of death, suicide attempt, depression. Chapter 1 is here.

The first few weeks in his new digs had been...frustrating. She just didn't seem scared of anything. Bugs crawling on her? She laughed and swatted them off, replying that she had lived in roach infested apartments and this was nothing new. Severed head in the cupboard? Nothing more than a gasp, a press of her hand to her chest, and a "very funny!" Shadowy figure standing in her closet, doors opening and closing on their own, disembodied voices and reaching hands clawing out from the walls? Acknowledged and dismissed, as if she were observing the weather. Not a single scream. Beetlejuice tugged at his hair, growling to himself. What the fuck was this weirdo afraid of?

Finally, when she had had the audacity to laugh at a dark figure skittering across her ceiling, he appeared in her room, hands thrown above his head and scowling. "Alright, I give up. What the fuck makes you tick? What are you afraid of?"

Molly had stared at him for a moment, then shrugged, lips pressed together as if to suppress a smile. "When you know the house is haunted, it isn't scary anymore."

He opened his mouth to argue, then sighed, dropping his head in defeat. "You make a good point."

"In any case, why do you have to try and scare me? Do you want me to leave?" Her voice held notes of earnestness, genuine curiosity. "Is it the house you want?"

"No! No, I don't want your house, goddammit." He folded his arms grumpily across his chest; this wasn't how a haunting worked. "This is just how these things go. This is what I'm supposed to do."

"Why?"

Beetlejuice paused, absently tugging some loose threads from the sleeve of his blazer. It was a while before he answered, his voice still carrying that signature rasp, and yet softer somehow. Pensive. "Y'know...I don't really know anymore."

Molly stood from the chair she had been reclining on, and reached for him. Out of instinct, he drew back, looking untrustingly down at her hand, and her heart gave an odd lurch in her chest. Still, she let her fingertips graze over the back of his hand, his skin as cold and smooth as marble. "Maybe you can just, you know, live here. Well, not live." To her relief, a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "Its okay for you to just be here. Honestly, I kind of like having you around."

He snickered. "Babes, you're so full of shit, your eyes are turning brown." His posture relaxed a bit as she laughed, and she took his hand between hers, warm palms pressing around his fingers. God, that felt nice.

"No, really. The house doesn't feel so empty now. It's a welcome change."

Once again, he chuckled, grasping her wrist and tugging her against his side, slinging his arm over her shoulder. "You're fucking weird, kid."

It did take some adjusting; after all, there was a bit of a learning curve when it came to dead/living cohabitation. But once he stopped pushing her out of bed because he was bored and she got used to the smell of damp earth on everything, it was remarkably pleasant. He was an oddly good conversationalist, having been around for longer than she could really comprehend, and would sit cross legged in midair, gesticulating wildly, his expression animated as he told her story after story. She didn't shy away from the fact that he had killed people; but then, by now, he didn't expect her to. "You're not trying to kill me," she explained, "so what does it matter? You're a demon, I expect human lives aren't as sacred to you."

"You know, you probably shouldn't be as chill with this as you are," he joked.

"Mm. Maybe. Death doesn't really faze me anymore."

The smile on his face faded slightly. "Lose someone?"

A pause. "Everyone." She looked up at him, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "Why do you think no one ever comes by?"

All was quiet for a long, long moment. “Look, babes, I’m not that great with...y’know, human shit. Emotions.” With a sigh, he settled down beside her, legs kicked up on her coffee table. “But if you wanna talk about it, I’m listening.”

She lifted her head, a soft smile on her face that didn’t touch her eyes. “Careful, or I might think you have a heart in there somewhere.” Her gaze faraway, she spoke, her tone carefully measured and emotionless. “Where I grew up wasn’t exactly a great place. It was a small town, most people were dirt poor. We weren’t well-off, but we were comfortable enough. Grew up just fine. The neighbor kids weren’t as lucky. Their parents made meth and child abuse into an art form.” Absently, she picked at the chipping dark green nail polish on her right thumb, still gazing into the far distance. “When I was fifteen, my older sister had her high school graduation party at the house, and my whole family came. Like, the whole family. Aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins. The whole gang. I was a little shit and didn’t want to socialize, so I snuck out and went for a walk. Didn’t feel like they’d miss me anyway. Turns out the neighbors were cooking up a big batch of fresh methamphetamine that day, and something went wrong. The explosion was so big it took out half the block. My house and everyone inside included.” She snapped her fingers. “Just like that. My whole family, vaporized.”

“Jesus, kid,” he said softly.

“It took me five years to really process everything, you know? At first it was pandemonium. The state got involved, since I was a minor, and no one could figure out what to do with me. Too old for foster care, not old enough to live on my own. I was checked out, barely spoke to anyone, and frankly didn’t care if I lived or died, so I literally didn’t give a shit where I ended up. I floated around for a while, until I was sixteen and could legally live on my own. Turns out Mom, Dad, and both sets of grandparents named me in their wills, so I ended up inheriting quite a bit of money. I bought a shitty apartment in a shitty little town and did nothing but marinate in a delicious stew of survivor’s guilt and PTSD for four more years.” There was bitterness in her tone; he could almost taste it in his mouth. She returned to picking at her nail polish, not even attempting to look up at him. “Then I started getting my shit together. Got my GED, took online university courses and got a bachelor’s in library science. Started going to therapy, started talking to people. Got a job. I relearned how to be a person all over again. I even got a girlfriend.” At last, she looked up at him, as if challenging him to say something, or perhaps gauging his reaction to her sexuality. When his expression didn’t change, Molly lowered her head and continued.

“She lived upstate, about a two hour drive away. We met online through a literature forum.”

“Pff. Nerd.”

Molly gave a soft huff of something close to laughter. “We hit it off, I took a leap and asked her out, and we dated long distance for two years. She was the first person I was ever in love with, the only person I’d gotten close to since my family died. Then around Christmas on the third year of our relationship, she was driving down to see me...and she hit black ice and went off the road. Killed instantly. I found out about it two days later because her brother found me on Facebook. Her parents...they didn’t know she was a lesbian. They would have made her life hell if they knew. I couldn’t even attend her funeral.” Once she stopped talking, the house seemed unnaturally silent, as if even small sounds were muffled under the weight of her suffering. “After that, I just kind of...shut off again. I figured I was cursed or something, that I wasn’t meant to be around people. I bought this house, found a job editing online articles, and that is the story of how I ended up being the town recluse at the ripe old age of twenty-eight.”

He was quiet; what could he possibly say? Throughout his long, long existence, he had seen worse things than the life she had described to him...but not many, and not by much. There hadn’t been a single human interaction in the time he’d been here, he hadn’t seen her leave the house except to take the trash to the curb once a week. Yet, she seemed...stable. At peace with it all somehow. There was a current of strength running through her, of fire-tested resilience that he begrudgingly admired. Beetlejuice glanced down at her and saw that she was staring expectantly up at him, as if waiting to see what he was going to say. With an easy smirk, he knocked her shoulder with his. “So...you’re into the ladies, huh?”

Molly was silent for a moment, then burst out laughing, awkwardly swinging her fist to land a glancing blow on his chest. “Really, you dick? I bare my soul, my whole tragic life story, and the only thing you take away is that I’m into girls?!”

Chortling, he dodged her second swing easily, darting forward to perch on the edge of the coffee table. “Can’t help having a one-track mind, babes. That explains why you haven’t fallen for my roguish charms yet.”

Scoffing good-naturedly, she relaxed back into the couch; he was relieved to see her posture ease, her body more relaxed after a break in the tension. “Oh, is that what you call it? Besides, what makes you think I’m only into girls, slick?”

He raised an eyebrow, all but leering at her. “Swinging for both teams, doll? I won’t lie...that’s pretty fucking hot.” He could practically hear her eyes rolling, but she laughed softly. It was quiet for a moment, then he reached for her hand. Ever since she had taken his in her own, he had slowly been testing the boundaries of how much touch she allowed. Hand-holding was fine, a casual arm slung over her shoulder was tolerated, but anything beyond that and she would flinch and ease away. Though, knowing what he knew now of her past, touch must be something she was unused to. Now, as easy as anything, his fingers meshed between hers, squeezing softly and holding back a sigh at the hot press of her living skin against his. “Hey, uh...thanks for telling me. Family shit isn’t easy to deal with.”

A beat, and then she squeezed back. "Thanks for listening." She smiled. "You know, for being a demon...you're pretty nice to me."

"Yeah? Well, don't read into it, babes, I'm just trying to get in your pants."

His eyes followed her as she laughed and stood, lingering with her hand in his for a moment before letting go and padding barefoot into the kitchen, a strange expression creasing his brow when her back was turned. Slowly, at the very roots, the tiniest flush of pink tinged his hair. This wasn't how hauntings were supposed to go. The dead were not supposed to feel, especially for the living. This was unnatural, topsy-turvy, wrong in every way, but even so, he was grateful that she had decided to try that summoning spell; after observing her in his time here and learning about her usual practice (what she called "green magic"), he knew now how outside the norm such a dark spell was. Yet she had called him, said his name with no hesitation. Hell, she had all but put out a welcome mat. For him. The pink in his hair slowly began to spread upwards as the barest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth; not a smirk, a grin, or a disingenuous lopsided curl of the lip, but a genuine smile. Perhaps just being here wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #tw mentions of suicide #tw mentions of death #chapter 3 is forthcoming

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anastasiaskarsgard · 5 years

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Meeting Roman Godfrey

Chapter 2

Warning: cursing.

Author notes: establishing these two dynamic. The calm before the storm if you will. Lol.

“I can honestly say that I’m jealous.” Roman mumbled as he stared in wonder at myr Uncles’ home. Walking around touching the original furnishings, and admiring the extensive art collection that was everywhere you looked, in some form or another.

My uncles home had been designed by famous architect frank lloyd wright and was dramatically built on top of a waterfall, giving it the suitable name of “Falling Water”. It was as famous for its genius design, as it was for being owned by a reclusive antisocial billionaire that didn’t allow journalists, photographers, architects or anyone for that matter near the home, let alone photograph it.

I think, the waterfall is annoying,the kitchen impractical,pretty much had no storage space, was constantly in need of some major renovation or repair, and was as close to living in a fish bowl you could get. I’d never admit any of those things out loud, because it truly was beautiful, but deep down I hated living in the famous home.

“I’m just shocked you drove all the way out here. I figured for sure you’d see how far it was and be like pass.” I said trying to draw some attention from the home.

“He recognized the address.” I spun around to find my Uncle standing by one of the homes many staircases.”hello Godfrey. I bet you’re beside yourself to finally have a look inside.”

“Absolutely, sir. It’s an absolute honor to be in your home.” Roman said politely.

I looked at him incredulously. He was known for being a pain in the ass and a brat, but maybe he was just smart and chose his battles. My uncle was as famous for being an asshole as he was for being a genius, but it seemed as though they knew eachother. “So I guess you two know eachother?” i asked.

“Since i can remember. your Uncle loves to tell me to go fuck myself on the regular. Well not since I tried to buy this house right before....” Romn trailed off as he seemed to get lost in some distant memory...

“What happened to your cousin Letha?” My uncle asked. Strange for him to even ask personal questions, let alone remember names (even if it was my name too)

“Uncle! It might be polite to ask him how he is first...” I huffed.

“I dont care about his emotional state. I care about how a perfectly strong healthy girl died so suddenly and then it just went away.” he analyzed Romans reaction, but there was none. my Uncle liked to test people.

“brain or blood vessel burst in child labor. I was there. So much blood... then she was gone.

“Uncle!!! Are you seriously...”

“No need to defend me Letha.” Roman interjected with a pleasant smile, “your Uncle is one of my favorite people.”

“Did I ever tell you how not just one, but two women ended up with your terrible name?” he asked me with one of his mischevious smiles. “in Greek it translates to forgetful, and considering you’re not forgetful in the least its ironic. Marie and your mother both hated Olivia, and bonded over that mutual hate. Marie was so taken by your others charms, she named Letha after you the following day.”

I looked over to Roman and he was staring into me. i glanced away to my Uncle, who was watching Roman wth a strange smile on his face. He was acting kind of strange, even for him. I’d better get Roman out of here before he hates me.

“. Come on out here with me and we can chat you two. Letha grab me a ginger ale and get Roman a water since he’s driving.” my Uncle ordered.

I agreed and hurried to the kitchen and watched in curiosity as the two notoriously difficult business tycoons seemed to be enjoying one another out on the terrace.

I hadn’t planned on inviting Roman in, but he had been so obviously enamored by the famous home, that i couldn’t refuse when he’d politely asked to see it. Normally a guy asking to see inside was a question with shady intentions, but the pure wonder on his face had proven otherwise.

Now i didn’t even know what to think about my Uncle being his version of kind to Roman. Uncle hated visitors. I wasn’t totally sure how much he liked me even. I felt like I was in some alternate reality

I grabbed the drinks, put them on this fancy tray and carried them out to the terrace. It was just nearly dusk and this was one of the prettiest times to see the house, when it was all lit up like a lone lantern in the thick forest with the dramatic waterfalls, and otherworldly feel.

It was kind of silly that the house was the view, instead of the house having a view. And ironically, the house was so hidden away on 1700 acres up a long winding road, behind a massive gate, with full time security, that nobody really ever got to view it.. Uncle has grown tired of people just showing up or seeing flashes in the woods, so he hired this crazy security company to keep everyone out and monitor all the borders. Hardly anyone ever made it thru now. It was private, but extremely isolated and lonely.

“I’m surprised you’d take interest in Letha.” My uncle said, eyes narrowing obviously oblivious I was right behind them. I held my breath and didn’t move a muscle. I wanted to hear this.

“Why? She’s a beautiful girl.” Roman chuckled.

My heart warmed and stomach fluttered a bit. OH HELL NO Letha. Keep that shit in check.Hes gorgeous, and tall, and sexy, and charmng, and smelled nice, and could hold his own with your uncle, but hes also famous for bedding every woman in his path....

“Frankly her breasts are too big for my taste, they seem like a handicap more than an asset, but that’s trivial and shallow. She’s too smart and she doesn’t listen for shit.”

“I had noticed that actually...” Roman said thoughtfully.

“Which part?”

“All of it.”

I cleared my throat, so I didnt hear anything else wrong with me. “Drinks guys.”

Roman hopped up to help me but I signaled him to sit, as I served them their beverages. I could feel his eyes on me, but was careful not to look at him and notice.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” My uncle said. I was gonna punch him in the face, hes such an ass! god I love him.

I burst out laughing and looked at Roman who was 3 shades redder and forcing an uncomfortable smile.He isnt that cool, he does get embarrassed, thats better.

My Uncle started to laugh but winced. “Ouch. Shit. Fucking neck.” He cursed as he was reminded laughing wasn’t allowed yet. He hardly ever did laugh so it wasn’t really an issue normally.

“You’re my favorite person in the world Uncle.” I meant it too. He’s always been there for me, and when I heard he’d hurt himself and may need my help, I dropped everything, hopped in my car and drove the nearly 3000 miles to his house.

It’d taken nearly a whole day to get permission to pass the guards. They were new and usually my uncle came to see me. I’d only been to this house one time when I had graduated high school more than a few years ago. With me going to University, my uncle no longer had to live in the city, so he came here.. Something about the house and town was unsettling to me.

“Well considering the competition, it’s not much of a compliment.” My uncle said dryly. “One day you two should compare notes and see which one of your mothers is the more despicable creature.”

“Is it ok if I take Roman on a little nature walk so he can see the house in all its glory?”

“Go ahead. I’m gonna go to sleep shortly but no hanky panky you two.” He said with a mischievous grin.

Now it was my turn to be red. I turned to Roman and he was already up by my side. I took his hand and walked to the floating stairs that led to the ground floor. I was sure to walk slowly so he could take in all the house had to offer.

“Beautiful.” Roman said under his breath.

“Oh my gosh I know! Can you believe they built this out in the middle of nowhere in 1935? Can you imagine? And it hasn’t been cheap or easy keeping it perfect like this. A few years ago they had to rip half the house apart and reinforce it because the terraces were sagging. Uncle spent like 11 million dollars that time on engineers and architects and materials. He was not letting it go, and I don’t even think the whole house is worth that, but when he likes something, not hell nor high water can change his mind.”

“I wasn’t talking about the house, although good to know.” He smiled at me almost shyly.

“Are you trying to be adorable? You aren’t shy, and yet you’re acting almost sweet.”

“You’re so weird. You just spit out whatever you’re thinking don’t you?” Roman challenged me. Super cocky confident Roman returning.

“Omg you’re a peacock. Look at you preening about, puffing up your chest.”

“A peacock? Really? What does that make you?”

I had to think about that for a moment.”I’d have to go with a honey badger I think.” I said.

Roman choked on his water. I pat him on the back, giving him a moment to catch his breath. “Why is that such a shock?”

“No reason.” He tried to look innocent but I could see thru his shit. “Why did you choose it?”

“Well I’m resourceful, fearless, I don’t listen, I prefer my own company, no one can keep me contained, and snakes don’t intimidate me.”

“Ya?” Roman got very close to me and wrapped his arms around me looking down through long lashes. He oozed sex appeal and I could see how all the girls fell all over him.

I reached up and booped his nose. “Boop.” I giggled hysterically at his facial expression.

“What was that?” He asked confusedly.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. No one has ever booped you in the nose? That’s crazy! You have the best looking nose I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ve never gotten that one.”

“Well that’s cuz most women are probably trying to be sexy and mysterious with you. theyre not being themselves. Boop. Ok last one. Sorry. I barely know you, I can’t go booping you all over the place on our first date, you’re a nice Christian boy...” I said sarcastically. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him along the way. “We are almost there and it’s getting dark. We don’t wanna get eaten out here or have to kill something.”

i looked back and Roman was genuinely smiling. I felt warm all over, I looked t our hands intertwined and was puzzled with the feeeling i felt. i looked back at Roman and he was looking at our hands too...

We walked along in happy silence until we reached the rocks across the lake and waterfalls from the house. I was wearing Converse, but his dress shoes were proving to be less than nature friendly. We finally got up the slick stairs cut into the stone to reach the sitting area, after a lot of effort and laughs. They were the worst shoes for this environment ever.

Upon seeing the house, Roman audibly gasped. He took a few steps ahead and I just admired his profile and form. He really was beautiful. I knew he was going to kiss me before the night was thru. I knew better than to trust this boy, and I knew this was really stupid and I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I was completely enthralled and was going to see it through. I didnt half ass anything, and i wasnt going to start with him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Roman said playfully.

My eyes flashed at him trying to tell me what to do. I lowered my head and looked up at him thru my lashes with a sneer.

“Hey hold on, that’s my trick! We can’t BOTH have intense sexy stares.” he walked over and casually grabbed me around the waist.

“Good thing mine is just evil then.” I said in my best creepy witch voice.

He burst out laughing, eyes shining. It was a genuine laugh. I could tell by the way he instantly tried to control it, that it didn’t happen often.He tried to be so intimidating and serious, but there was a warmth to him, just under the surface.

“You’re a nerd.” He said quietly.

Oh boy here we go. He’s gonna try this again. My mind was running 1000 miles a minute as I tried to decide whether I was going to let this happen, when all of a sudden it was too late. His lips were on me as he pulled me into a deep embrace. If I was the type to get caught up in a moment, this would be that moment. He smelled amazing, and tasted so sweet. I felt gum in his mouth with my tongue and I snatched it. I pulled away victorious and mock screamed like a roaring crowd, jogging in a circle arms raised.

“You did not just steal my gum.” He beamed at me, chasing me and catching me in his arms before slipping and pulling me down on top of him, wincing at the impact.

i hovered over him laughing hysterically. “grace and beauty,” i teased. “ No gum is safe when I’m around.” I grabbed his hand and dragged him to his feet and then back to the stairs. “Time to go on the date I have planned for us.”

His eyebrows shot up and he looked genuinely shocked. “You planned out a date?”

“I did. And I have a feeling, you’re going to love it giiiirrrlll!” We both were giggling like school kids as we made our way back to the house.

I looked up to see my Uncle watching us from his terrace, a worried look on his face. That was kind of odd, but this was Roman Godfrey for chrissake.

I obnoxiously kissed my hand with a big “muah!” And threw it at my uncle who ducked like he was really avoiding getting hit.

“You nearly got me that time.” He yelled down to me.

I laughed and waved goodbye as we walked around the house to Romans Mercedes G wagon.

“Do you know why this suv is so expensive?” I asked him.

“It’s a Mercedes.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Although that’s part of it, these are built by hand and take over 40 hours buy two master craftsman to build. They have all the top-of-the-line materials used as well as three locking differentials. It’s the only one in its class with that so it’s superior for off-road Ing especially with the all wheel drive. Add that with superior safety and brand reliability and you have a very expensive, amazing machine. And since you of course have the AMG, you have to add two more craftsman to its build to hand build its engine that’s a mechanical marvel in itself.”

“You know more about my car than me. “ he laughed.

“It’s no big deal, I just never forget something once I’ve read it.”

“Never? I understand your ironic name now”

“Nope. It’s a blessing and a curse. I get it from my Uncle I guess.”

“That’s impressive.” He said sincerely. “I better never lie to you.”

I looked at him and our eyes locked. We stood there eyes locked on one another, neither of us wanting to be the first to look away. A smile crept across his face and i did an exaggerated silly wink.

“You are full of surprises Ms. Letha... what is your last name? Same as your Uncle?

“Nope. My last name is Dahl although I’d love to change it. Not a fan of my father.

“Oh? Family drama Letha Dahl?’

“You have no idea.” I winked and got in the passenger side before he could reach the door and open it for me. I watched him walk around to the drivers seat and stop to read a message and reply. He scanned thru his phone and slipped it in his pocket. He climbed in and pushed the button to start the car. I went to the navigation and entered the address of our destination and pressed start.

I looked out the window analyzing my thoughts and emotions with scientific precision, first identifying the particular emotions and then assessing where there root was, before filing them away as solved. This was how I regulated thoughts and feelings, so they never got the best of me but this time there were emotions, I had no name for and there was nothing logical about them. I’d dated and even had boyfriends, but I’d never been this absolutely enamored by a man. i felt .... God, what was it?

Roman Godfrey was way cooler than me, but I was smarter, but for the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure if that was an advantage. I had never let emotion take the wheel, but i almost wanted to. I wanted to be lost in this tragic gorgeous boy.

#billy skarsgard #bill skarsgard #bill istvan günther skarsgård #roman godfrey #hemlock grove #imagine #fanfic #meetingroman100 #my writing

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2003 Mikey Piece w/ OC

@brightlotusmoon So this is another piece I did a while ago when I was coming up with a background for my OC for Mikey in the 2003 world. It doesn't have a story as of yet because I don't use this OC much...but given it has some Mikey and Donnie sweetness in here, I thought you'd appreciate it.

It seemed like it was his turn to be in the hellish world. SO far, he'd made little progress at finding the section where Usagi dwelled but he knew at least it was around here somewhere. Apparently though, there were all kinds of different races here and they seemed to like to hound on the Kame portion of this world. As it was, he was currently walking through the partially abandoned, burned out village. He had only heard a few of the remaining attackers say its name: Shellrala. He couldn't really even tell what kind of creatures the attackers were...maybe large feline like creatures. All he did know was that they apparently had NO honor because they had mowed through this village with absolutely no restraint--he'd lost track of the number of women and children he had stepped over. Most of the large feline creatures had moved on, maybe two or three still lingering and honestly, he was going to as well but he felt...no, KNEW he had to at least give these poor people a proper burial or cremation or something! He couldn't just leave them. He was trying to stay out of sight because quite frankly, after days of not having a lot of food and walking constantly, he was not in the mood for a fight. Then, he heard it. Crying. Like, really little kid crying. He darted and followed the sound, still attempting to stay quiet but he felt like finding the source was more important than stealth right now. He dipped into one of the nearby huts, where the noise heightened. Pushing aside the burnt and broken furniture, he found finally found the source. Lost amid piles of blankets and a torn kimono, he found a small dark green (even darker than his own coloring) baby turtle. Absolutely howling their head off, with little small wisps of dark black hair trailing into deep ocean blue eyes. The kid had to be...heck, maybe four months, if that? Despite only being 18 himself, Mikey KNEW that a baby that young was especially vulnerable. The baby locked eyes with him as he approached and stopped crying. He guessed it was a female, simply because of the slimmer size and frame (and he would confirm this later) but the baby didn't reject when he scooped her up into his arms. "Hey, hey, little squirt. It's okay. Mikey'll help you." The sound of commotion outside made him pull the baby close to his chest and pull a tanto from his belt, silently thanking Leo for tossing it to him before they got divided. Two feline soldiers pushed their way through the door way and hissed in Japanese to one another "I thought you said you killed all the turtles in here? And you missed the brat?" "I'll remedy it, easy enough," their partner confirmed and approached, a hand on their katana. Mikey's swipe of his tanto sent them to their knees, clutching a bloody stomach before they got within a foot and in a swift motion, the second one was slammed against the wall, the blade at their jugular. Mikey's Japanese was...well, not the greatest (least speaking, he understood it fine), but he knew he got this right and even if he didn't, he knew his face would send the message clear enough: "You kill baby, you die next." The feline dropped to their knees when Mikey hit their concussion point and the teenager looked to the tiny baby who cooed up at her rescuer. Mikey glanced around the village, biting his lip. No one was left to watch after the kid and even if there was...these turtle knew next to nothing about defending themselves! Most of the kids he had walked past had been shoved into holes--they just knew to hide. Looking down at the tiny girl in his arms, he gave her a nervous laugh, "Well, guess you're gonna hafta stick with me, munchkin." She giggled.

"You didn't tell them I'm here, right?" Mikey didn't take his eyes from the baby girl in his arms who greedily ate up the bottle he offered her. It was nice to have a place in the Daimyo's place, especially after traveling for the past three months. The little one in his arms was more than capable of scooting now and rolling over. His brothers had been back at home for several weeks. He knew they were still looking for him but he was...scared. Scared of what they would think, scared of what they would say but mostly, petrified that they would say he had to give this little one up. No, he refused. He wouldn't. She was his now, they had bonded. She was his...his masterpiece. His Sistine. However, he also knew that he had to face this eventually and he hated to think of the torture he was putting them through, the worry, the uncertainty. And he missed them. God, he missed them. He...wanted their support right now and maybe that's what he was most afraid of. That it would be denied to him. He looked up at his visitor. Renet winced, "Duh, no. I didn't tell them. But they're, like, totally freaked out Mikey! You can't sit here forever..." "I know," He shifted the girl in his arms as she settled into sleep. "I...I know I needa tell them. C-can...can you give them a letter from me?" Renet wasn't thrilled with the idea of being messenger but it was a start! "Sure! Do you have one?" Mikey slipped the baby girl into a small basket that he had decked out in blankets and cushioning into a crib of sorts. "Gimme five minutes." --- "Leo, I tol' you, I can't say where he is or anything. He just said to drop this off to you." "Whatta ya mean you can't tell us?" Oh, Raph was livid, "That's my baby brother, Renet!" "Duh, I know that," she challenged "But he asked me to just drop the letter off and then...see what happened." The threesome of brothers exchanged glances as Master Splinter gave a nod to Renet and Leonardo looked at the letter he held in his hand. Walking wordless to the couch, he sat, his two other brothers sinking down next to him and Master Splinter following and sitting on the opposite chair. Unfolding the parchment, Leo began to read aloud, if only for his own comfort: "Hey Bros--first, I'm A-Okay! Tell Sensei sorry I gave him another heart attack. Daimyo told me that you guys were okay too and totally kicked shell! Not like I'm surprised. You always do. So, sorry I haven't come home yet. It's...complicated." Donnie frowned, "Complicated?" Immediately thoughts of his own hellish world flashed through his mind but he forced himself to calm, to not jump to conclusions. "See, I got stuck in Usagi's world but totally not the fun parts, Leo! There's a whole part just for turtles! But...well, they were...man, they were cowards! Totally being overrun by these cheetah-jaguar-feline-ish creeps! And they didn't have any weapons, didn't defend themselves or anything and these creeps were totally thinking genocide!" Leo took a breath and went on "I ran into this old village after they had ransacked it. Slaughtered turtles everywhere, bros! But...I found one survivor. This little girl. Guess they overlooked her. And I wasn't gonna just leave her there so I took her with me. I've...been taking care of her." There was a smudge where obviously their brother had paused, "I _love_ taking care of her." "Mikey with a kid?" Raph snorted "You gotta be kidding me..." Leo ignored him and kept going "I...guess you probably expect me to say that I've been trying to find someone to take care of her but I'm not. I'm taking care of her. I want to. I love her, bros. And..and..I know it's probably not too smart but I have...I have to raise her. She's like...she IS my daughter now. I call her my masterpiece. My little Sistine." Donnie, despite himself, found himself grinning widely, "Fitting." "I...wanna come home Dudes. Me and little Sistine. I wanna introduce her to her uncles and to her Grandpa. And to Casey and April and Angel and all of 'em...but...I'm scared. I...I need to know you're with me. I can't come back if I'm gonna hafta give her up. I won't. I'm crashing with the Daimyo right now. So...if you guys can give me an answer...I'll be waitin...love ya" --- Mikey was so caught up playing peek-a-boo with Sistine, too absorbed in her laughing to hear the first knock. He heard the second one. Turning, he found Leo, Donnie, Raph and Splinter in the doorway. He stared, unsure what to say or do until Leo lifted up the unfolded letter, complete with a smile. Mikey felt tears prickle his eyes, just for a moment until Donnie was the one that pushed forward, knelt to the ground and said, "Well, that's some greeting, Mikey! Lemme see my niece!" Sistine, full of life and having no fear, clamped onto Donnie's face with gummy hands as he cooed and lifted her up, "Heya little Masterpiece! I'm your Uncle Donnie!!

#tmnt oc #tmnt #2003 tmnt #Usagi's world in 2003 #2003 version of Shellrala #Mikey is a sweetheart #Mikey is so good with kids #Donnie is a sweetheart

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caelum-in-the-avatarverse · 7 years

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It Takes A Village

AO3 | FFdotnet

Four moments featuring Aang with his family - especially his Water Tribe in-laws.

Written for Aang Week 2017. Prompt - Family.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aang & Kanna, Aang & Bato, Aang & Hakoda, Aang & the Gaang Characters: Aang, Kanna, Bato, Hakoda, The Gaang Additional Tags: Aang/Katara - Freeform, Family

Fanfictiondotnet is still being its spectacular self. -_-

“Gran-Gran, I think you’re the only person in this entire tribe who hasn’t tried to shove sea prunes down my throat,” Aang said, happily chowing down on Kanna’s five-flavor soup. “Everyone else is always Oh come on Avatar, you’re a vegetarian and the Southern Water Tribe doesn’t have many vegetarian dishes, you should like this! And I have to be like, look, just because I’m a vegetarian, it doesn’t mean I’ll eat every plant I meet!”

Kanna laughed and poured him a cup of labrador tea. “To be honest, Aang,” she said, “I wasn’t at all fond of southern sea prunes when I first moved down here. They’re different enough from the northern kind that I just couldn’t like the taste. Both tribes prepare them differently, too. It was just strange.”

“I don’t like the northern kind much, either,” Aang said cheerily. “Or the Fire Nation’s ocean kumquats.”

“Katara brought me some of those,” Kanna said. “I didn’t like them much, either.”

“Next time we go to the Northern Water Tribe, we’ll bring you some northern sea prunes,” Aang said. “I can promise I won’t eat a single one on the way back.”

“Cheeky,” Kanna smiled. “Bring them to me for your wedding. I’ll prepare them in the Southern style. It’ll completely scandalize Pakku.”

Aang laughed and sipped his tea. “You really like scandalizing him, don’t you?”

“It’s a lifelong habit,” she said. “One that you and Katara are carrying on, too. You know he’s still miffed that you haven’t carved her a betrothal necklace? He wanted to give you tips.”

“Uh, yeah, because his first betrothal necklace worked out so well,” Aang snorted. “Besides, that’s a Northern tradition, and Katara loves her mom’s necklace. Your necklace. Her necklace.” He had some more tea. “But, uh...you’re not miffed, are you? That I’m not courting Katara in the proper Southern way?”

Kanna gave him a dull look. “Aang, you’re talking to a woman who, when presented with a proper courtship, took a hike across the Earth Kingdom to the other side of the world.”

“Good point.”

“Besides, Hakoda and I understand you wouldn’t want to go on a traditional hunting trip.”

Aang’s eyes lit up. “Maybe we could change it to a non-traditional animal-riding trip!”

Kanna laughed. “Oh, I would love to see my son handle that.”

“So what have we learned from this experience?” Bato asked, wrapping the splint around Aang’s arm.

“That I should never, ever, ever, under any circumstances, attempt to ride a polar bear-dog.”

“That’s right,” Bato sighed. On the other side of the sitting room, Hakoda and Sokka were regaling Kanna with an unfortunately-not-embellished tale of the entire ridiculous event. Kanna looked mostly amused, though the way she was eyeing her son and grandson’s bandages meant she was at least a little worried about their apparent lack of self-preservation.

“Sorry Bato,” Aang said. “I didn’t think it’d get that out of hand! But at least we all had fun?”

“I’ll definitely be talking about this one until I’m old and gray,” Hakoda said.

“Yeah!” Sokka shouted. “Best hunting trip ever! Even if we didn’t get anything to eat out of it!”

Bato gave them a flat stare. “Sometimes I think I’m the only person in this entire tribe with any sense.”

“I hate to break it to you, Bato,” Sokka said, “but you don’t have a sense. Of adventure.”

Bato closed his eyes. “Definitely your father’s son.”

“Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing?” Hakoda asked.

Bato waved him off. “Alright,” he said to Aang, finishing with the splint. “I think you’ll live.”

“Great!” Aang grinned. “Though bending is going to be really awkward for a while. How do you guys manage to go hunting without bending? That was wild!”

“Very carefully,” Bato said. “And not always without casualties.”

Aang grimaced. “I’m just glad I managed to get you guys out in one piece.”

“I do appreciate not being dead,” Bato said. He glanced around the room and paused when his gaze fell on the writing supplies Pakku kept on a nearby table. He must have written a letter recently - the inkstone was still wet. Bato dipped a finger into the bit of remaining ink and, before Aang could react, swiped it right over the Airbender’s arrow tattoo.

Aang blinked twice and reached up, his fingers pausing just shy of the ink on his forehead. “The...Mark of the Trusted?”

“You denied it last time I tried to give it to you,” Bato said. “But you just saved Hakoda, Sokka, and I from a ravenous polar bear-dog, so I’d say you’ve definitely re-earned it.”

Aang smiled. “Okay,” he said. “Thank you. I won’t wipe it off this time.” Pause. “But...is there a chance we can not tell Katara that we almost got eaten by a polar bear-dog?”

“She’d find out anyway,” Bato said somberly. “We’ll just have to face our doom like men.”

“Oh my moon you’re married,” Sokka slurred. “I can’t believe it.”

“I can’t believe it either,” Aang giggled.

Most of the other wedding guests had already stumbled away to sleep off the alcohol, but Team Avatar had retreated to a private room, drinking to Aang and Katara’s happiness and enjoying their increasingly-rare time together. They were as deep into the night as they were into the bottles of fine Fire Nation wine Zuko and Mai had brought as a wedding gift.

“We’re brothers,” Sokka said.

“Thought we were always brothers.”

“In law,” Sokka elaborated, thumping a hand against the table. “It’s official! The law says it’s so!” He faceplanted on the table.

“Snoozles needs to hold his alcohol better,” Toph hiccupped.

“Snoozles’s had more’n you,” Sokka mumbled into the tabletop.

Katara was giggling helplessly. “You all - need to drink - more water,” she managed, and then she attempted to bend the water out of their table’s pitcher and into their empty glasses. She only succeeded in soaking everyone’s faces, which made the others sputter indignantly while she broke down into more giggles.

“You see that?” Sokka asked the table at large, turning his head a bit so his face wasn’t mashed against the table. “Every time she plays with magic water I get wet. Every. Time.”

“I dunno,” Toph drawled. “Saves you the trouble of washing your face.”

Sokka raised a finger. “That...is a good point. You can keep it.”

“You’re too generous.”

“Oh!” Sokka said. “Aang’s my brother-in-law!”

“We know, Snoozles - ”

“But do you know what that means?” Sokka asked.

“Means Suki’s my sister-in-law?” Aang mumbled.

“That too. But Zuko!” Sokka slung an arm around the Firebender’s shoulders before Zuko could contemplate escaping. “Zuko! You’re my sister’s...great-grandson...in-law, through...marriage. And reincarnation.”

“Huh,” said Zuko.

“Huh,” said Katara.

“I don’t know if Roku’s laughing or if I’m just drunk,” said Aang.

“Which makes me your…” Sokka stared at his fingers. “Great-great...uncle-in-law?”

Suki snorted into her cup. “You’re all ridiculous.”

Katara peered at her. “How’re you still so sober?”

“M’not,” Suki admitted. “Just less drunk than you. I haven’t had people toasting to my good fortune all evening long and expecting me to drink with them.” She patted Katara’s shoulder.

“How’s Sparky still sober?” Toph asked. “You drank as much as Sokka.”

“Firebender,” Zuko said from where he was cuddled against Mai, Sokka still leaning on his other side. “Higher metabolism. It’s super useful.”

“I wonder if any of my past lives have any tips for hangovers,” Aang mused.

“If you find out, share,” Katara said, leaning into his side and kissing his cheek.

“Do you two need privacy?” Zuko asked.

“Yeah,” Toph said. “Should we clear out so Sweetness and Twinkletoes can get horizontal and do the do?”

“I am too drunk to do the do,” Katara said sadly.

“We can do the do on the honeymoon,” Aang said. “Right now I just wanna hang out with all you guys.”

“Adorable,” Mai deadpanned. “Frankly, all of you are precious when you’re drunk.”

Suki peered at her. “You actually are sober, aren’t you?”

Mai smiled into her cup. “We have a saying in the Fire Nation. Fear the one who drinks water, for they will remember this night.”

“Ooooooooh,” said Sokka.

At some point they all finally drooped off to sleep where they sat, only to be violently woken up ten seconds later by the sun shining through the windows and Ty Lee slamming the door open to announce “Rise and shine, sleepyheads! I brought Kohimori-blend coffee to perk you all up!”

Aang stumbled into Hakoda’s office with an armful of squirming, wailing baby. “Help.”

“Is that my grandson?” Hakoda asked, getting up from his desk. “He’s gotten bigger.”

“He won’t stop crying!” Aang said, bouncing Bumi up and down. “He was like this the entire bison ride here. I think Katara’s gone deaf. He’s not hungry, his diaper’s fine, he’s had his nap, he just won’t stop crying!”

Hakoda laughed. “You’re not used to babies, are you?”

“No! I mean, I like babies, I’ve seen babies, but - agh! I was raised by monks! I was twelve! I wasn’t responsible for babies! I don’t know how to dad!”

“No one ever does, when they start,” Hakoda reassured him. He waved his fingers in front of Bumi’s face, and the baby paused his wailing to stare at them.

Aang blinked. “Did you just - ”

Bumi started crying again.

“ - nevermind,” Aang sighed. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Here,” Hakoda said, “gimme.”

Aang handed his son over, and Hakoda started rocking the baby back and forth to an old tempo that came back to him as easily as though he’d last done it yesterday. “Sokka and Katara had their own crying phases. I’m sure he’ll be over it in a month.”

“A month?”

Hakoda smirked. “It’ll feel like longer.”

Aang groaned. “And it’s normal?”

Hakoda shrugged. “I hate to break it to you, but babies are not convenient things.” He patted Bumi’s back in a gentle rhythm. The baby’s wails were coming down in volume.

“I know they’re not convenient,” Aang said, running his hands over his arrow. “I just - if I can’t get it right now, what am I going to do when he’s older?”

“The best you can,” Hakoda shrugged.

“I don’t know what I’m doing!”

“No one ever does,” Hakoda said. “You just have to keep trying.”

Aang took a few deep breaths. In Hakoda’s arms, Bumi was slowly quieting, staring up at his grandfather sleepily. All the crying had apparently tired him out. “It’s just - there’s one of him and two of me and Katara, and it still feels like we’re outnumbered.”

Hakoda gave him a reassuring smile. “That’s why we say it takes a village.”

#aang week #avatar fanfiction #atla fanfic #my creations

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girlwsoftsound · 7 years

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Story Time || Ross MacDonald Oneshot

Word Count: 2,010 Summary: Upon bringing your young son to the bookstore with you, you hear a man’s voice that catches the attention of you both. Author’s Note: Major thanks to @u2bibliophile for the lovely idea <3 It was so cute and fun to write. Also the book Ross reads in this is Chicka Chicka Boom Boom. I’ve linked the music version I document in the story. Highly recommend listening to it when the time comes! Be sure to throw in a like or comment if you liked it! I love seeing feedback from you all. Please feel free to read my other work here! Enjoy!

“Mommy, I want this book!”

You had heard it all day. Your little one’s voice, still high and childlike, yet as annoying as a little boy’s voice ever could be. He wasn’t usually a bad kid - no, usually Carter maintained the same calm demeanor that had drawn you to his father. That is, before he abandoned you during your pregnancy for someone who was very much not pregnant and less of a burden. You would never let Carter get that way. Though, you supposed in moments like this where he didn’t listen to you and kept whining, he was that way to some extent. It made you despise it more.

“Carter, sweetie, we can’t get that book. Mommy has to go get a book for her work. We don’t have the money.”

“But mom!”

“Not today,” you sighed, shaking your head. As much as it hurt to tell him no, you had to. You really did not have the money, and the book he had his eyes on contained actual toys attached to it in a big set. You were sure it would be expensive, however much it was. You simply couldn’t afford it, not when your own book would be its own fortune. Taking Carter’s hand, you brought him back towards the more education-based books. They were far less interesting to the little blonde boy. No four year old could find interest in thick, pictureless books. He didn’t see any pretty colors or cool figures. It might as well have been pure nothingness in front of him. He grumbled and acted sluggish as you brought him to your specific section. A loud sigh voiced his displeasure. You gave him a sympathetic smile as you pulled one of the books off the shelf.

“I know buddy, it’s boring. I’m almost done, and then we can go home and play. Alright?”

He hardly looked satisfied. But, it was enough to make him quiet, and that was good enough for you. You started filing through the books, until finally after about ten minutes of looking, you got what you needed. Picking Carter up off the ground where he had decided to sit and pout, you began making your way through the store. Though you were a bit wary to move past where Carter had seen the book set he wanted, he kept his calm. You chalked it up to him wanted to go home, which frankly you could not blame him for. The quieter he was, the faster you could get him home. But then, just as you were about to make your way to the checkout counter, music started to play. Acoustic guitar music that caught your little boy’s attention in mere seconds. Grinning from ear to ear, he pulled at your shirt and pointed over to its source, which of course just had to be the section with his toy book.

“Mommy, I wanna’ hear the music!”

“Carter, I don’t know if we-”

“Pleeeeease?”

You sighed. You had been a pretty mean mom to him, dragging him around and refusing to buy anything for his time and patience. This was the least thing you could do. Besides, it was free to listen to music. If it got Carter excited, who were you to stop him? Taking his hand, you gave in and walked him over. He giggled and thanked you as profusely as any excited four year old could. As you made your way over, the sound of a really deep voice filled the air. A few other voices giggled around him, and when you got close enough, you noticed that these voices belonged to three handsome men, friends of the one responsible for the acoustic sounds. A small crowd of kids were surrounding them, eagerly watching the four as their parents waited off to the side. Whoever these men were, they seemed important. You were pretty fond of the one with the guitar, yourself. He laughed and then scratched at his beard.

“I was only joking that I’d give everyone a concert, but now that I’ve got a crowd, I suppose I might as well perform something for them anyway.”

“You better,” the guy with curly black hair laughed, gazing out at the kids, “the little ones look ready to hear some music.”

“Alright then,” he spoke, smiling their way, “do any of you kids have a song you want me to sing?”

The taller of the three standing giggled, saying “Old MacDonald should do the trick” to the visible chagrin of the bearded boy. The other two joined in on the giggles, along with some parents. Apparently, these boys definitely were famous. And jokesters, apparently.

“Sir?”

All eyes fell on your boy, Carter, standing right in front of you with a little blush but excitement evident in his face. You blushed as the bearded guy first looked to you before gazing Carter’s way. Giving him a soft smile, he gestured for him to speak.

“Can you sing the song from the book my mommy usually sings to me?”

The man grinned even brighter. “Of course! What book does she sing to you?”

“Chicka Chicka Boom Boom.”

A few kids giggled at the choice, but the man held his smile. He fiddled a bit with his guitar and then began strumming it to the all too familiar tune. He threw Carter a wink.

“Of course, buddy. That’s a throwback to my childhood! We’re all about as old as it is, anyway. I know it by heart because of that, if I’m being honest. I’d love to sing it for you.”

“Yay!”

Clearing his throat, he began to strum louder, growing rather animated facially.

“A told B, and B told C, "I'll meet you at the top of the coconut tree." "Wheee!" said D to E F G, "I'll beat you to the top of the coconut tree." Chicka chicka boom boom! Will there be enough room? Here comes H up the coconut tree, and I and J and tag-along K, all on their way up the coconut tree. Chicka chicka boom boom! Will there be enough room? Look who's coming! L M N O P! And Q R S! And T U V! Still more - W! And X Y Z! The whole alphabet up the - Oh, no!”

The other boys all laughed as he pretended to fall off of his seat, flailing about. The kids also got a kick out of it, including your little Carter, who had been trying his best to mouth along to the song as he danced to it. You smiled and ruffled up his hair, which got a smile from both Carter and the man up front. He continued.

”Chicka chicka... BOOM! BOOM! Skit skat skoodle doot. Flip flop flee. Everybody running to the coconut tree. Mamas and papas and uncles and aunts hug their little dears, then dust their pants. "Help us up," cried A B C. Next from the pileup skinned-knee D, and stubbed-toe E and patched-up F. Then comes G all out of breath. H is tangled up with I. J and K are about to cry. L is knotted like a tie. M is looped. N is stopped. O is twisted alley-oop. Skit skat skoodle doot. Flip flop flee. Look who's coming! It's black-eyed P, Q R S, and loose-tooth T. Then U V W wiggle-jiggle free. Last to come X Y Z. And the sun goes down on the coconut tree... But - chicka chicka boom boom! Look, there's a full moon. A is out of bed, and this is what he said, "Dare double dare, you can't catch me. I'll beat you to the top of the coconut tree." Chicka chicka BOOM! BOOM! Chicka chicka BOOM! BOOM!”

And with that, the song was done. Everyone clapped and cheered, the man bowing for the kids and getting patted on the back by his friends. You clapped as well, smiling at him and the way your little boy clapped and cheered as loud as he normally did for his favorite TV shows, or any superhero movie you let him watch. His little blonde mop ran up to the man and hugged him tight. You blushed, only able to watch the adorable sight through your fingers. The man waved and beckoned you to come over, the curly haired boy telling everyone thank you for coming and something about the year ‘1975’. Moving forward, you came and picked Carter up, the little boy still all smiles at the man. You held out your hand.

“{Y/N},” you told him kindly, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” he replied, grinning back at Carter, “I’m Ross. Who’s this little guy?”

“Carter.”

“Nice to meet you, Carter,” he spoke in the most sweet voice you had ever heard a man use. “You’re quite a handsome lad.”

“What do you say, love?”

“Thank you Mr. Ross,” he replied, polite just like you raised him. Ross reached and messed with his hair, causing him to giggle. “I really like how each letter had..had a different voice!”

Ross smiled. “Thank you! My family always did that for me when I was your age,” he added, poking at Carter’s chest. Carter giggled and squirmed in your arms, making you laugh and have to set him down. Once his feet touched the floor, he was off playing with the other kids sticking around in the area. You shook your head.

“He seems like a firecracker, that one.”

“You have no idea.”

“I’m assuming he has his father’s hair?”

You bit your lip. His father. “Yeah, he does. Thankfully, he doesn’t have much more of the guy.”

“Bad father?”

“You have no idea. He’s out of Carter’s life probably for the best.”

Ross’ expression softened. “I’m sorry. Genuinely. He deserves a good dad. But, from how polite and sweet he is, I see he has a good mother to back him up.”

Blushing, you felt like a silly schoolgirl around her crush. Apparently his voice wasn’t the only thing that was smooth. “Thank you. I’m sure I’ll find someone good for him sooner or later. I try my best to keep him happy in the meantime.”

“You’re doing a wonderful job.”

“Thank you.”

“Look...I hate being so blunt but...you’re a beautiful woman,” Ross rambled nervously, “ and I adore your child. I would really like to get to know you and, if I could be so lucky, him, better. Would you want to go get dinner sometime? My treat?”

You smiled and reached to rub his arm, getting him to look at you. The smile he gave back to you when meeting your eyes lit up your world. “I would love to. And, eventually, we would love to as well. Do you want to exchange numbers?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

You quickly did. Upon receiving your phone back, you found out that his last name was MacDonald, hence the taller man’s joke about ‘Old MacDonald’. You smiled at it before pocketing your phone and calling Carter back over. He jogged over and then held his hands up, allowing you to pick him up and hold him at your side.

“Say goodbye to Mr. Ross, Carter.”

“Bye-bye,” he said sweetly, waving to Ross. Ross waved back, throwing a grin back to his friends who were watching quietly a bit away.

“Bye, little guy.”

“See you later Ross,” you said to him, smiling behind your blush. “I’ll text you when I’m free for dinner, yeah?”

Ross nodded. “Yeah, that sounds wonderful. You two get home safely.”

“Same to you.”

With one final wave, you turned and went back over to the checkout counter. After quickly buying your book, you headed out with Carter to your car. As you went to buckle him into his booster seat, Carter tapped you on the arm.

“Mommy?”

Pulling back to look at him, you cocked your head to the side. “What, love?”

“I really like Mr. Ross.”

You smiled. “You know what? I do too, buddy.”

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okay christ i got tagged in htis massive tag game by @mothable but i love a good ol challenge lets do this buckfucks

RULES: ANSWER THESE 88, THEN TAG SOME PEOPLE

BASICS:

a. NAME AND PRONOUNS: Rae, she/her

b. AGE (and birthday!): 13, Aug 28th :3c im a fucking fetus ny’all

c. SEXUALITY: am i bi? am i lesbian? am i just craving existential death 24/7? i dont fucking know a thing my guy

d. GENDER: cis female hooooh

e. COUNTRY: AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE OI OI OI

f. FAVORITE AESTHETIC: pastel colours and really nice fashion i guess..??? (also smoking is kind of aesthetic eyes emoji eyes emoji)

TRIGGERS/MENTAL ILLNESSES: i’m not actually sure :x

THE LAST:

1. DRINK: salt water hah normal water is for the WEAK (dont drink salt water please im begging y

2. PHONE CALL: my brother asking what kind of pizza i wanted

3. TEXT MESSAGE: “:3c” im such a fufcking furry...fuckck,,,,

4. SONG YOU LISTENED TO: Daydream warriors by Aquors listen nyall im reconnecting with my hidden buried weebass side of me okay im crying

5. THE TIME YOU CRIED: i dont actually remember? probably like last year unless you count me having tears from laughing too hard as cryng then thats yesterday during the meme aka now called lightning mcqueen server

HAVE YOU:

6. DATED SOMEONE TWICE: nahh

7. KISSED SOMEONE AND REGRETTED IT: dont think ive ever kissed someone thats not my family before im #Pure

8. BEEN CHEATED ON: nope lmao

9. LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL: my grandfather i guess? but he died when i was really young so at that time i didnt really undersyand the feeling of loss and mourn so ksdjfk but we had some goodass memories together

10. BEEN DEPRESSED: they ask you how you are and you just have to say that you’re fine when you’re not really fine but you just cant get into it because they would never understa

11. GOTTEN DRUNK AND THROWN UP: im severely underaged please

TOP 3 FAVORITE COLORS

12. red

13. yellow

14. either black or lavendar,,

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. MADE NEW FRIENDS: yis

16. FALLEN OUT OF LOVE: ya,,

17. LAUGHED UNTIL YOU CRIED: okay im known as the most giggly person in class i laugh so easily that i easily have tears over everything

18. FOUND OUT SOMEONE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU: nahh dont think i wanna know if its like in a bad way :x

19. MET SOMEONE WHO CHANGED YOU: aw y e s

20. FOUND OUT WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE: ya :,) (Thanks em, lily, mae and imogen for making this year truly greater than last year and for being the best friends i could ever ask for)

21. KISSED SOMEONE ON YOUR FACEBOOK LIST: facebook is dead to me

GENERAL

22. HOW MANY OF YOUR FACEBOOK FRIENDS DO YOU KNOW IN REAL LIFE: serious facebook is dead to me i roasted above the flames of negligence (also because i have like two facebook accounts one using my pesonal email and the other using my more general email , the one using my more general email keeps recommending to me my OWN personal account and its personally so hilarious)

23. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS: a cat called lucky! (i love him even though im p sure he hates me)

24. DO YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOUR NAME: i guess my irl name uhhh im 50-50 with it? but granted on the internet i waaay prefer using the name Rae over my irl one because its short and simple and nice-

25. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOU LAST BIRTHDAY: just want to a chinese resturant with my fam and my uncle because we’re simple that way and like. back then i didnt had that much friends so uh l m a o (but vidhi gave me a nerf gun so that was Really Cool and i love her)

26. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP TODAY: 9 oclocK BECAUSE A HOUSING AGENT WAS COMING OVER (but then i fell back to sleep and woke up at 12 so lmao)

27. WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT MIDNIGHT LAST NIGHT: watching a video on why ‘anime art isnt technically allowed in art school’ because i was just curious and then drawing

28. NAME SOMETHING YOU CAN’T WAIT FOR: VOLTRON LEGENDARY FUCKNG DEFENDERS SEASON 3 SHIT BABES IM REA LLY FUCKING PREPARED AND NEAR END OF MONTH AVCON BECAUSE EYES EMOJI

29. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOM: an hour ago lmao shes like just outside my room

30. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU WISH YOU COULD CHANGE IN YOUR LIFE: sighs my shyness and social anxiety and awkwardness (all three of those are counted in a pack right? the pack of “socially inept” people)

31. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW: daydream warriors... by aquors..... (listen im RECONNECTING with my weeb side like said above im actually weeping)

32. HAVE YOU EVER TALKED TO A PERSON NAMED TOM: uh idk mate

33. SOMETHING THAT IS GETTING ON YOUR NERVES: i havent brushed my teeth yet but im lazy to move my legs lmao

LOST QUESTIONS

34. MOLE(S): um quite a lot like a few small ones on my arm and like one on my face below my right eye and theres one underneath my boob i think lmao tmi and the rest i cant be bothered to find

35. MARK(S): a kind of burnt scar mark on my left shoulder from like 6/7 years ago when i got too close to someone smoking and their cigarette burnt me oh and a scar on my knee from the time i fell off my bike while playing bike catching in the neighbourhood with a couple of other friends like 4 years ago?

36. CHILDHOOD DREAM: vet (now im eh about that tho im probably just going to pursue some art career)

37. HAIR COLOR: brown eyy

38. LONG OR SHORT HAIR: long

39. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE: yeah. hopefully its dying down now especially since the person is straight (its hard when she sits next to you in class and you guys are sort of friends now and u somehow feel really satisfied when you make her laugh :,) shit )

40. WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: im generally kind with people regardless of whether or not i dont like them or i dont know them well or i know them i guess? (at least in my group of friends im probably the most willing to socialise with others) and uhhhh i guess i can make people laugh? im a huge fucking loser meme nyall

41. PIERCINGS: none and personally dont really want to

42. BLOODTYPE: shit i think it was either a B or an O i cant remember (i think its B tho)

43. NICKNAME(S): maggie, migi, bela, bob, bobbo

44. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single pringle

45. ZODIAC: virgo

46. PRONOUNS: she/her (lmao yay for repeated question)

47. FAVORITE TV SHOW: fuckngin,,, voltron,,, (probably going to stay my favourite for a long while tho)

48. TATTOOS: none atm (unless you count waterbase tattos then yes stick all the water based tattos on me) but like when im Much Older maybe? just a really small tattoo tho not anything big that covers an entire limb

49. RIGHT OR LEFT HAND: right

50. SURGERY: had a surgery on my foot forgot which side when i was in kindergarten because the skin was *censored for tmi* and yah stitching up your skin fucking hurt babes

51. HAIR DYED A DIFFERENT COLOR: nahhh i dont think id dye my hair tho who knows

52. SPORT: im probably going to retake up basketball again eyes emoji eyes emoji

53. VACATION: ooMMF nothing planned so far

54. PAIR OF TRAINERS: like uhhh what kind of sneakers?? just normal canvas sneakers i guess????? im, what.

MORE GENERAL

55. EATING: OXYGEn

56. DRINKING: IN OXYGEN

57. I’M ABOUT TO: complete this fucking 88 questions then chat on discord and scroll tumblr and tell myself “hey finish up your art!” but then 5 hours later im still scrolling tumblr. oh and im watching wonder woman later so :3c

58. WAITING FOR: nothing atm i guess?

59. WANT: my family’s financial situation to be solved and so that money isnt going to be a huge bother anymore...

60. GET MARRIED: sounds nice but probably only marriage idk the idea of kids doesnt really sound v appealing atm

61. CAREER: artist! (i wanna either work in a game development team or an animation studio eyes emoji )

62. HUGS OR KISSES: HUGS

63. LIPS OR EYES: lips erally nice to draw really nice to look at

64. SHORTER OR TALLER: buhhh im short so i guess taller would be nice (tall people have such nice legs too im frankly a little jealous)

65. OLDER OR YOUNGER: what is this in regards to

66. NICE ARMS OR NICE STOMACH: arms so that dO YOU SEE THESE GUNS

67. SENSITIVE OR LOUD: shrug emoji idk man

68. HOOK UP OR RELATIONSHIP: relationship

69. TROUBLEMAKER OR HESITANT: troublemaker pardnyars in crime amirite

HAVE YOUR EVER:

70. KISSED A STRANGER: no

71. DRANK HARD LIQUOR: nope

72. LOST GLASSES/CONTACT LENSES: yeah p sure i had to go through a whole day of school half blind once without my glasses

73. TURNED SOMEONE DOWN: nah..

74. SEX ON THE FIRST DATE: nO IM 1 3

75. BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART: dont think so?

76. HAD YOUR HEART BROKEN: nah babes

77. BEEN ARRESTED: nah

78. CRIED WHEN SOMEONE DIED: somehow when someone dies i decide to laugh instead of breaking down in tears i guess laugh away the pain?

79. FALLEN FOR A FRIEND: ...shit its a bad idea babes dont do it

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

80. YOURSELF: shrug emoji

81. MIRACLES: sometimes? sometimes no?

82. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: even bigger shrug emoji

83. SANTA CLAUS: nah lmao listen i caught my father and mother wheeling in bicycles for my sister and i when i was like what 8? usually i just played along because hey i was a child

84. KISS ON THE FIRST DATE: ehh depends i guess

85. ANGELS: not really lmao

OTHER

86. CURRENT BEST FRIENDS NAME(S): Emily, Mae Shuen and Lily

87. EYECOLOR: dark brown?

88. FAVORITE MOVIE: this changes all the time

only tagging uhhh @pluminkdot (KASJD I FORGOT IF YOU HAD A MAIN REBLOG ACC IM SORRY RACH), @jaspereffect , @blabrabs / @spaceboomerang (it isnt letting me tag ur main boomers skldfjksd) and uh im too lazy for the rest

#raedy to talk shit #mattie #mothable #w e eps #this took fucking forever babes #LONG POST

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