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soft-mafia · 6 months

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This has been in my head for a while. If you want Smut, how about where Buggy wished that he can be in the water (Beach) with his S/O for a "Hot Swim" but can't, because of his inability to swim. Until they hit an island with a secret natural hot-springs that Buggy and his S/O found; while the other crew mates were doing their business.

Since the hot river isn't salt water, Buggy can safely be in the water without going stiff and drown. Then things get... HOT.

Hot Swim [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, smut, skinny dipping, Buggy detaching his dick

a/n: OOOH this one is good teehee🤭 I feel like this was way too short😭

Buggy sighed as the Big Top passed by a beach, he looked at all of the young couples cuddling in the water. Damn, he grumbled to himself, what he wouldn’t give just to go swimming again.. just one more time.

He can’t even remember the last time he had a good swim, way back when he was a kid before Shanks made him eat that damn Devil Fruit. Buggy scowled and growled to himself.

Those damn kids.. they don’t know how good they have it, I couldn’t even set foot in water when I was their age!

“You ok, LoveBug?” Y/n came up next to Buggy, resting her hands and chin on his shoulder. The man sighed and hung his head low, “I’m fine.” He looked down at Y/n. “We’ll be at our stop in like.. 30 minutes?” She said, then looked up at him to meet his gaze, before looking back at the beach Buggy was looking at, seeing all of the people, “Wow are they throwing a party or something?”

“They’re some dumb kids being idiots, that’s what they’re doing!” Buggy snapped, grumbling with a bitter tone to his voice, “Look at them! Polluting these fine waters with their sweaty filthy bodies, blech!” He growled and detached an arm so he could throw an apple in the direction of the beach goers(obviously missing by a long shot, the apple made a loud *thunk* as it plopped into the water). He let out a gruff huff of air before turning and walking away, the coat he had draped on his shoulders swished dramatically as he turned.

Y/n tilted her head and gave Buggy a confused look, before slowly following after him. It wasn’t uncommon for Buggy to have his bitter outbursts, she couldn’t help but think it was kind of cute at times.

The Buggy Pirates were making another pit stop yet again, it made sense that they were always stocking up on food every few days considering Buggy could throw a celebration over a coin flip or something.. but that just meant more booze and food for the crew, and it’s Captain.

Buggy sighed as he stood and watched his crew, feeling extra grumpy as this island was unusually hot. He then felt tugging at his coat from behind. The man grunted and looked over his shoulder to see Y/n trying to be sneaky and steal his flashy jacket, “HEY!” He growled, holding the collars tightly to keep it on his shoulders, “Can you stop trying to steal my clothes for 5 seconds?! You don’t even need it!! It’s fucking scorching here!!”

“You don’t need it either!! You’re gonna get sweaty and smelly, I don’t wanna deal with that!” Y/n frowned at him, still tugging on his jacket, her knees buckling together as she worked against him.

Buggy detached his head and neck so he could face Y/n, looking down at her from high above(so he could have the allusion of towering over her, which was hard when he was just a head), “You just can’t handle a man’s natural scent huh?” He grunted, his eyes glanced over her form, and the way she was only dressed in a bikini top and tight fitting leggings; kind of appropriate for the hot weather, but as he looked over her some more he could feel the crotch of his pants getting tighter.

“Stop using your gender as an excuse to be gross!” Y/n continued to try and tug Buggy’s coat off.

Of course it was probably a million degrees in this place, but that just meant Buggy’s scent rubbed off on it more than usual; she was his girlfriend and she had rights to her boyfriend’s clothes; don’t judge.

Y/n lost her grip and screamed as she fell back, seemingly disappearing into the moss wall behind her.

Buggy let out a scream as well, watching the moss and vines basically swallow his girlfriend whole. His entire body detached, then reattached so that he was facing the right way before running in after her, “Y/N?!” He grunted when he ran into her back, he then paused, his hands on her shoulders from behind.

“What the hell is this place?” Buggy mumbled, squinting while looking past Y/n and at the scenery in front of him. It was just a small little pond.. with steam coming out of it, he furrowed his brows, grunting softly in confusion before he realized what he was looking at, “HOLY CRAP!! We found a hot spring!” He squeezed Y/n’s shoulders. “A hot spring? Eh.. too bad we’re devil fruit users.” Y/n shrugged, going to walk out until Buggy grabbed her again and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him.

“No! No! Hot springs aren’t sea water.. we’ll be perfectly fine!!” Buggy stated gleefully before slinging his coat to the side, already starting on stripping.

“You’re seriously gonna skinny dip? What if someone sees you?”

“We’re fine! This place is secluded enough, no one’s gonna find us out.. besides I don’t even remember the last time I had a dip in the water. If anything, I deserve this!” Buggy said, now completely nude, his fat cock hanging between his legs. Y/n tried her best not to look at it, but the sight of Buggy’s naked body right in front of her was making her blush, sure it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before, but still, that fluffy happy trail was oh so inviting.

Buggy looked over at Y/n with a soft grunt, “You’re not gonna join me? Come on, when’s the last time you’ve swam before?”

“I dunno.. I never really liked swimming in the first place so.. never?” Y/n shrugged. “WHAT?! Who the hell doesn’t like swimming?!” Buggy growled, his hands floating over to grab at Y/n’s arms, “First you tell me you don’t like meat, and now you’re telling me you’ve never swam before?! C’mon you’re killing me!!” Buggy whined as he walked into his hands, attaching them back at the wrist, gripping Y/n tighter.

“There’s no one here but us, baby! Besides, don’t knock it until you try it!” He was already working on taking Y/n’s top off, making her squeak as he pulled it over her head. “Ugghh.. fine..” Y/n grumbled, “I don’t even know how to swim in the first place.. do you even remember?” Y/n said, looking back at Buggy after she took her bottoms off.

Buggy put a hand on his chin and looked at the springs, “Of course I remember!! Jeez I know you tease me about being old but I’m not senile!” He scoffed at her, then roughly ruffled her hair before turning back towards the hot spring, stepping into it, both feet dunked in the water. “Damn I forgot how good water feels.” Buggy sighed, then looked back at Y/n, “Get your ass in here already!”

Y/n rolled her eyes, pulling her leggings down before stepping over to Buggy, now in only in that bikini top. She was a bit nervous about entering the water.. sure, Buggy was also a devil fruit user and he was fine, but that’s not what she was worried about, “Do I just step in?” She was afraid of slipping.

Buggy held his hand out for her to hold onto, “Yeah, c’mon.” He urged with a small grin, “Don’t tell me you’re scared of water!!” He cackled.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not. I just don’t wanna slip.” Y/n huffed, holding onto Buggy’s hand as she cautiously stepped into the water, then instantly clung to Buggy’s side.

After the man basked in the feeling of dipping his feet in water for the first time in a long time, he sat down, Y/n quickly following him. “I can’t believe you don’t like swimming, that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Buggy grunted, leaning back and resting his arms back, one of them wrapping around Y/n’s shoulders. “It’s just the idea of so many people seeing my body.. and then getting wet- and getting my hair wet!” Y/n snuggled into Buggy’s side, throwing her legs over his thigh under the water; she had to admit, the water felt nice; it wasn’t too hot or too cold.

“You and your hair, jeez.. but you shouldn’t feel so insecure about yourself y’know, you’re hot. I have no idea how you can’t see that.” Buggy snorted, his hand slowly made its way down her back, fingers walking down until he met the ties to her bikini top, then untied it, making Y/n squeak.

“C’mon baby..” Buggy chuckled, his voice low and deep, he tossed the top behind himself back onto the surface, “Like I said, it’s just us.” His other hand moved to hold the side of her thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth underneath the water, he leaned his face closer to hers, “I always wanted to fuck you like this.” He chuckled lowly.

Y/n batted her eyes softly for a moment, staring at Buggy’s lips before looking up into his eyes, his nose pressed against hers. Buggy licked his teeth and smirked, “Look at you, sweet little thing.” His voice was deep, gravelly and husky, she could smell the faint alcohol on his breath from his morning drink, it sent a chill through her body. Y/n moved to straddle his lap, the water swishing with her movements.

She threw her arms around his neck, tilting her head so she could press her lips against his in a passionate kiss. Buggy leaned his arms back, groaning softly as their lips molded against one another; his cock hardening between Y/n’s legs. Buggy laughed softly mid-kiss as he reached his hand down to guide his boner out from under the water, letting it stand proudly, resting it against Y/n’s pubis, tugging at the base a few times to earn a small drop of precum.

Y/n pulled away from the kiss and looked down, bringing one of her own hands down to gently circle her finger around the tip. Buggy let out a deep, guttural groan when she did that, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes as he let the sensations course through his body. Y/n giggled at his reaction, her other hand moving down to caress his chest, running her fingers through that thick, fluffy chest hair. “I hate it when you tease me.” Buggy grunted softly under his breath, tilting his head back forward to look at Y/n’s breasts, then look up at her through his brows.

“Aww, why not?” Y/n giggled, then leaned forward, moving her hips up a little so she could rub her pussy on his cock, “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” She whispered, her lips ghosted over his. Buggy growled under his breath, feeling arousal shoot through his abdomen and right up his cock, “Ghh..” he grunted.

He regained control over the situation, putting his hands on her hips and gripping firmly, holding her legs in place as he detached his penis, letting it float up into her pussy. Y/n’s back arched, gasping as she held onto Buggy’s shoulders. “I’m the captain here, remember that, princess.” Buggy grinned before thrusting his cock up and down into her.

Y/n moaned, softly bouncing on it as he thrusted, “B-Buggy..” she panted out, biting onto her knuckle to stifle her noises. Buggy moved one of his hands up to hold her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her skin, he let out a gravelly breath, “Ahhh that’s it, who’s your daddy?” He chuckled, licking his teeth before moving his hand back to spank her ass a few times, to which Buggy relished in Y/n’s squeaks and whimpers.

“Buggyy..” Y/n moaned softly, whimpering as she squeezed her eyes shut, Buggy rammed into her faster and deeper. He let out deep grunts and other man noises, his thigh muscles and abs tensed. Slapping noises could be heard from Buggy’s thrusting under the water, he closed his eyes shut when he felt his eyes roll back, he breathed out gruffly. Their moans and pants filled the area, the hot spring becoming more steamy as they got closer to their orgasm.

“M-More..” Y/n pleaded, looking up at Buggy with bedroom eyes, biting her bottom lip. She had her hands on his chest, leaning into him as his cock thrusted in and out at a rough and fast pace, almost sending mini shockwaves through her, “Mmmm..!!” She moaned, tilting her head back. Buggy gripped Y/n’s hips again and grunted as he picked up the speed, panting heavily, “Really making me work huh, cutie?” He laughed breathily through a groan, he clenched his jaw, growling deeply as his abdomen tightened.

They both moaned heavily as they came together, Buggy shooting his thick cum deep into Y/n’s pussy as it fluttered and clenched around his cock. “Ughh..” Buggy let out a pleasured groan, tilting his head back so far it accidentally fell off, he let out a short yell before quickly attaching it. He was absolutely winded, still panting heavily, “Damn..” he breathed out, then looked down at Y/n who was rested against his chest, still grinding her pussy on his cock as he reattached it.

“You’re still going aren’t you?” Buggy teased, cackling softly as he squeezed her sides, “Cute.” He moved his hand up her body to rub her back. Y/n giggled in response as she rode her orgasm out; but even after, the feeling of Buggy’s dick inside of her, stretching her out and filling her up, it was intoxicating; his cock was so fat. Buggy felt every clench and flutter of Y/n’s pussy, his shaft was sensitive enough as it was after cumming, he gripped her hips and slowly pulled her off, “Alright that’s enough! Shit.. humping me like a damn dog.” He muttered under his breath, watching as a small string of cum connected his tip to her pussy as he pulled her off.

Y/n pouted as Buggy leaned his arms back again, “Well, I’d say this was the best swim I’ve had in a long time!” He giggled, ruffling Y/n’s hair as she sat up. “The crew should be finished stocking up the ship.. you think we should start heading back?” Y/n said as she moved off of his lap, still sitting close beside of him. She looked down at the water, gently swirling the surface around with her finger.

Buggy gave Y/n a push, she squealed as she went chest first into the deep part of the hot spring, fortunately Buggy caught her as he followed in after, holding her upright, “They can wait! 'Didn’t just come in here to fuck you, I still wanna enjoy this for a bit.” He playfully splashed some water into Y/n’s face.

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peninkwrites · 2 years

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Part I: The First Night - ch 1 of 9

It is Tubbo's 18th birthday. Tommy and Quackity try to gauge what's wrong.

[CW: alcohol abuse/implied abusive relationships and mild objectification bc Schlatt. blech.]

Mafia AU masterpost

crossposted to ao3

Ch 2 - Ponk

Ch 3 - Sapnap

Ch 4 - Tubbo

Ch 5 - Ponk

Ch 6 - Wilbur

Ch 7 - Tubbo

Ch 8 - Ponk

Ch 9 - Antfrost

~ Tubbo ~

On the morning of Tubbo’s eighteenth birthday, there is no fanfare or celebration or anything to indicate something of significance happening that day. There is only quiet. Tubbo knows the far noisier resident of the house won’t be awake for many hours more. Tubbo is awake early for a reason. It’s hard to find such peace at any other hour. It’s just the right time where there is neither gruff shouting nor a putrid, wet cough echoing down the halls. The thick, maroon curtains are drawn in the upper landing, a preventative measure for a miserable, powerful bastard who will be awake in a few hours with a hangover. The house is dark enough that its gaudy fixtures of gold and furs aren’t quite so blinding, but Tubbo knows it well. He treads lightly, adjusting his jacket, and allowing the familiar weight of a pistol secured in a chest holster to settle. Technically, he shouldn’t be going out without a guard. The son of a mob boss should know better.

Although, no one really knows what Schlatt’s son looks like. A short boy with a face far too kind and a voice too soft isn’t something Manberg promotes. Tubbo doesn’t have to be this way, to be kind and soft, to not be a threat. Tubbo has been calculating his steps since the moment he could walk. Eventually that will serve him well. He knows it will soon enough.

Tubbo is outside of the house and on the streets of the East District for maybe a minute, morning commuters heading off to far more mundane jobs pay him no mind, actively avoiding him in fact, and then the quiet of the morning is shattered.

“Where are you going, bee boy?”

Tubbo doesn’t jump when Tommy comes bounding out of the nearest alleyway and knocks shoulders with him, expecting it by now. They make quite the pair, Tubbo in an ill fitting and far too expensive suit, jacket too big for a reason, and Tommy, scruffy from head to toe, wearing the same dusty, patched up jacket over the same faded red and white shirt, a blue sweater that’s more holes than wool tied around his waist, as he always does. His jacket is made of pockets, sewn into the lining and hidden up his sleeve, containing his precious few belongings, his shoes are an old pair of Ranboo’s, which he only accepted after his last pair got so ratty they weren’t good for running anymore.

“Dues,” Tubbo says shortly.

“Aw, already doing chores for dear old dad?” Tommy mocks. “Bit early, isn’t it? Don’t tell me the old fuck is awake before noon.”

“He’s not. Just… wanted to get it done early, that’s all,” Tubbo shrugs.

“Oh, why? Is there something important going on today?” Tommy plays dumb.

“What makes you say that?” Tubbo teases back.

Tommy almost tackles him in a side hug, arm around his shoulder. “Happy birthday, Tubbso! You’re old as shit now, aren’t you!” Tommy grins.

“Yeah, respect your elders,” Tubbo rolled his eyes, unable to bite back a smile.

“We’re going to Niki’s tonight, right? We’ve got to– I’ll make peace with Jack for the night, you see if you can bully Big Q into getting out of the office for a few hours, and we’ll both make Ranboo have a little fun with us too!” Tommy says excitedly, walking along the curb, tilting back and forth and just barely managing to keep his balance. “And don’t worry, I got you a present! Just gonna wait to give it to you tonight, ay?”

“You didn’t– You shouldn’t have gotten me anything, Tommy. Should’ve pawned it like you usually do,” Tubbo says quickly.

“Don’t be such a worrier! It’s nothing fancy,” Tommy waves him off.

“You give me more than enough reason to worry.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tommy scoffs. “So, where’re we going first? You’ve got, what, that fancy restaurant on 11th, those bitchy tailors off Broad Street– Hey, is that animal hospital still putting up a fuss?”

“I think they moved locations. Dunno what they’re hoping for. Unless they can afford something West of the river they’re just moving into Badlands,” Tubbo keeps his hands buried in his pockets, not looking where he’s going, but the other pedestrians avoid him. They may not know who he is, but they know what he’s a part of and that’s enough that they keep their distance. Tubbo could have taken a car. Again, that would’ve been the correct thing to do. Have a heavily armed driver to back him up, but he’d rather just walk with Tommy.

The streets aren’t really shabby, just older, less upkeep. Tubbo’s house is in the nicer part of the East side of the river, a fancy old townhouse among aging elites too stubborn to move across the river.

“Aw, it was fun goin’ there. Get to see all the pets,” Tommy pouts.

“Yeah, you had fun,” Tubbo says irritably. “It’s not work for you.”

“Aw, come on, they all love you, Tubso! Even if you’re there to rob ‘em blind for your old man,” Tommy tries to joke.

“Quit calling him my old man,” Tubbo snaps. “And they– They don’t love me, they pity me. There’s a difference.”

Tommy’s bravado falters. “Sorry, man. I didn’t think about it. I’ll stop saying that shit,” he says quickly. “Bit testy today, are we? It’s gonna be a good day! You get this out of the way, you can help me do some jobs. You’re not as good as Eryn, sure, but you’ll do.”

“How is he?”

“Fine,” Tommy shrugs. “Getting fitter now. Guess having three meals a day and a paycheck and shit does that for you. Knows all sorts of special Badlands shit.”

“Does he?” Tubbo can’t resist some curiosity.

“Tubbo,” Tommy gives him a look. “Even if he told me, I wouldn’t tell you. That gets back to the wrong people, Eryn pays for it.”

“Right, sorry. You know I wouldn’t tell him anything,” Tubbo’s disgust is as effective as saying his name.

“Yeah, yeah I know. But yeah, Eryn seems to be doing okay. Badlands, they don’t seem too bad. Treating him fair and all that. And he’s not really doing much different to what we used to do. Just picking different pockets, hiding out in different alleyways, following a different crowd,” Tommy shrugs. “Still see him sometimes. Won’t talk to me if he’s on a job, though,” Tommy gets gloomier at this.

“Still dunno why he didn’t come to me for a job, if that’s something he wanted,” Tubbo frowns.

“No offense, but your d– But Schlatt doesn’t really treat his employees all that great,” Tommy says pointedly. “But it sounds like the Badlands guys are sort of like how the Empire was? From what Niki and Ranboo have said. Like, they got rules about how they treat kids n’ shit. Child labour laws but for organized crime I guess.”

“Yeah. Badlands are good to their own at least,” Tubbo does his best to not think about how if Eryn let slip he had a mutual friend with the son of the Badland’s greatest rival, they’d both be in deep shit. Eryn dead or a traitor and Tubbo a hostage. For all the occasional talk of Tubbo taking over the family business, he doesn’t know if Schlatt would go to any lengths at all to save him, let alone the steep demands the Badlands would make.

Their first stop isn’t even open yet, through the glass Tubbo sees the wait staff bussing tables, a haggard looking host quickly coming to the door at the sight of him.

“Could you please come to the back door like we asked? You scare away our patrons,” he fusses, quickly ushering them both inside, crinkling his nose at the sight of Tommy, who is probably the filthiest thing that’s been allowed across their threshold in living memory.

“We’ll go through whatever door we’d like, actually,” Tubbo says tersely. If these people are going to tolerate his presence because of his affiliations they could at least carry an ounce of respect.

“Right, yes. Wait here,” the man seems unimpressed, going through the swinging doors into the back office.

“How much d’you suppose it costs going to a swanky place like this?” Tommy leans against one of the white table cloths, a server behind him making a noise like a wounded animal, but he doesn’t try to stop him with Tubbo there.

“Too much,” Tubbo says. “This is the sort of place you’d think could afford to flee across the river.”

“Yeah, unless it’s all just looks and the food is shit. Guess it doesn’t matter much. Rich people don’t care if it tastes shit, right?”

The host returns from the back with a wad of bills, handing them to Tubbo, looking like he wants nothing more than to shove them both out the door.

Tubbo skims through the bills. He sighs. “It’s 450.”

“No– No it’s 400.”

“Yes, it’s 400 normally. But you were short last time and I covered you. I can’t do it again.”

The man’s expression turns to that same annoying level of pity. “Right, of course. I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble– I’ll just… I’ll just tell folks we can’t break anything bigger than a 20.”

“I don’t care,” Tubbo scowls. He doesn’t need the protection of fucking civilians. Do they not realize he’s getting this money to protect them, not him? Schlatt doesn’t care who’s to blame if they come up short, it’s just whoever is in his reach and Tubbo knows not to be. Schlatt goes from weak and bedridden to swinging at anything that moves on a whim. The end result would be the same. The restaurant, if they’re lucky, ends up a little smashed with an empty safe, and if they’re not, well. The fire department knows on this side of the river their job is to protect the surrounding buildings. The one being burned can’t be saved.

The host goes to the till up front, returning with the rest of the cash.

“Right, see you next time, then,” Tubbo gives a curt nod, folding the money carefully and putting in the inner pocket of his jacket. “Come on, Tommy.”

Tommy follows him out, giving the wait staff a sarcastic salute as the door slams behind him.

“You seem more miserable than usual for Dues-day. Get it? Dues-day? Like Tuesday- I mean, would’ve been funnier if it actually was Tuesday, but it’s your birthday, man! Lighten up!”

“You know I hate collecting dues, Tommy. Birthday doesn’t cancel that out.”

Tommy falters, Tubbo’s irritability more pronounced than usual, he persists, “I mean, we get to go see Niki and Ranboo! That’s something.”

“Yeah. I get to take money from her. Literally the worst social call ever,” Tubbo says gloomily.

“Tubbo, you’re not allowed to complain on your birthday.”

“Actually, I’d say this is the one day I most definitely do get to complain.”

“Fine, fine. You can whine as much as you want, until we go to Niki’s. Then you’ve got to be the happiest little birthday boy in the world, ay?” Tommy gives him a look, expecting a reply.

Tubbo looks unamused. “Fine, until then I very much will keep complaining.”

Tubbo prefers it when the people he bothers get irritated or snarky with him. It’s far better than when it’s some pitiful civilian who expects Tubbo to pull a gun on them if they take too long opening the register. Regardless, having extorted half the small businesses in the district, Tubbo can proceed to his last destination.

The bakery is quaint, a faded pink wooden sign reading City Bakery and a carefully maintained flowerbox outside of the display window, Tubbo and Tommy both make a note of the loaf at the top. It’s rye today. The bell rings as they enter, a young blonde woman stands behind the counter. She looks tiny next to her companion, thin as he is tall, a black and white mask which matches his checked apron.

“Hey, Tubbo! Hey, Tommy!” Ranboo greets the two of them, crouching down to put fresh bagels in the glass case along the counter.

“Happy Birthday, Tubbo!” Niki is instantly delighted by the sight of him. “One second– One second, I’ll be right back!” She heads quickly back into the kitchens.

“Uh, hello to you too,” Tommy grumbles without any bite.

“Oh– Yeah, happy birthday, man!” Ranboo says. “Eighteen. That means Niki will actually serve you.”

“And so she shall! You gonna join us, Ranboo? Have a little fun for a change?” Tommy leans against the glass case, smudging it.

“Yeah, yeah fine, if Niki doesn't need me,” Ranboo concedes reluctantly.

“I don’t!” Niki says cheerfully. “I just need you to spend some time with your friends, okay, Ranboo?” She gives her younger brother a pointed look. Niki has something behind her back. She quickly comes out from behind the counter, revealing a large cake with green frosting textured to look like grass, candied bees and beautifully iced flowers dot the sides, swirling white letters read Happy 18th Birthday, Tubbo!

“Niki, you really shouldn’t have,” Tubbo is almost flustered by her kindness. He doesn’t know what to do with this group, so happy for him and happy to have him.

“Ranboo did the icing! Doesn’t it look great?” Niki gushes. Ranboo’s ears are tinged red with embarrassment from his sister’s praise, just as his cheeks are likely flushed behind his mask. “Don’t look so surprised, Tubbo. Did you think we wouldn’t do something? I wanted to do something nice! It’s a big day. I was thinking we could have it tonight? With everyone? Oh, maybe I should’ve waited to show you, but we both were so excited about it!” Niki places it carefully back on the counter, Ranboo taking it and returning it to the back room.

“Well, in that case, thank you, Niki. I appreciate it,” Tubbo’s gloom has been beaten away. His suit jacket feels lighter on his shoulders and the gun underneath his arm doesn’t dig in so deep.

“You drink for free tonight, okay? As long as you don’t overdo it,” Niki teases.

Tubbo winces. “Dunno if I really want to drink… at all, you know?”

“It’s your eighteenth, man! You should at least have one drink,” Tommy admonishes him.

“He doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to, Tommy,” Niki scolds him. “If you want, Tubbo, I can mix you a drink with very little alcohol in it, just for the spirit of the thing, you know?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that,” Tubbo nods quickly.

Ranboo returns. “And I grabbed this while I was back there– Hope that was okay, Niki?” Ranboo offers Tubbo a roll of cash, glancing at his sister to make sure she agreed.

Tubbo’s ease fades in an instant. “Oh. Right.”

Niki can see the shame written in his stony expression. “Tubbo, we’re doing fine. Every week we go through this. It’s okay,” she’s too gentle.

“He wants–” Tubbo clears his throat, trying to cover the tension in his voice. “He wants part of your shipment again too. The whiskey. And the rum.”

Niki has a moment of weariness she’s quick to mask. “We don’t have a new shipment yet.”

Tubbo takes a deep breath. This is far more important to Schlatt than the money, but he refuses to let it panic him. “Well, he’ll be wanting some anyway. If you– If you can’t, I don’t know what– I mean, I mean maybe he’d take a substitution or something. I don’t– Maybe–”

“No, no I’ll make it work, Tubbo. We’ll just… just have a limited bar for the rest of the month. Or, I dunno. Me and Puffy can try and work something out. I can have Ranboo deliver it later,” Niki is quick to reassure him. “Hey, it’s better than him coming to The City himself, right?”

“Fuck– That’d be a fucking nightmare,” Tommy blusters, shaking his head.

“That’s true,” Tubbo agrees. “D’you know if Jack can make it tonight?”

“Yes! He’ll be here. Which means…” Niki gives Tommy a look.

“Hey, I’ll mind my business if he minds his!” Tommy feigns innocence.

“Actually, you minding his business seems to the root of your conflict,” Ranboo points out.

Tommy grins, looking almost wistful. “Yeah, yeah it is. Did you know it’s illegal to jam the ladder up to a fire escape? Oh, Jack Manifold, that poor, bald, miserable bastard legally can’t stop me…”

“Y’know, breaking into hotel rooms is illegal too, Tommy,” Ranboo points out.

“Yeah, but I’m a man outside the fuckin’ law. Not like that bluenose bitch.”

“Right, because our plans for the evening are nothing if not law abiding,” Tubbo nods sagely, Tommy snorting a laugh and giving Tubbo an approving nod.

“And you’re gonna get Big Q to break down and come, right?” Tommy asks.

“I said I’d try.”

“Come on, he’s not allowed to say no to you on your birthday.”

Tubbo doesn’t know how to explain to Tommy that Quackity’s availability is not up to him, but to Schlatt. The fact that as of late Schlatt has all but forgotten Tubbo exists is the only reason he’s confident he’ll be able to attend his own birthday celebration.

Tubbo manages to dodge returning home for a few more hours, helping Tommy distract lost tourists long enough for him to empty a few wallets, but regardless, he has a full pocket of cash to return home. Tubbo hates parting from Tommy, watching his friend whistling along, meticulously going over the money he’d gathered that day while knowing he’s about to give up far more to a man who needs it far less.

Still, if he doesn’t show up soon, Tubbo might suddenly be on his dad’s– on Schlatt’s radar again.

The house is awake on his return, Schlatt’s gruff and demanding voice pierces the hallway, Tubbo recognizing Quackity’s irritated tone in reply.

“Shut the fuck up– Don’t act like you know how this is gonna go– You think– You think I can’t get that fucking dead brained Judge in my pocket? You’re a fucking idiot, sweetheart, come on, don’t give me that look, as always I know best, eh? Isn’t that right? When’d you forget your place, huh? Maybe you should stop trying to be a piece of shit lawyer and just go back to being a pretty face, how about that? You know you were more attractive before you started pretending like you have a fucking brain!” Schlatt shouts from his office, Quackity storms out.

“Fine, fine! I’m done– Just don’t fucking expect me to talk your way out of this mess!” With practiced precision, Quackity ducks as a glass bottle flies over his head and shatters against the wall. “Your aim is getting fucking worse!” Quackity snarls before slamming the door shut behind him. He stops, surprised to see Tubbo in front of him. “Oh. Hey, Tubbo– Sorry, was in a…” Quackity smirks grimly, “work meeting, you know how it is. And hey, happy birthday! I didn’t forget, y’know. Sorry I don’t have a… a card or some shit, Schlatt’s been running me ragged,” Quackity rolls his eyes. A more somber tone crosses his gaze for a moment. “He’s gonna get us all fucking killed…”

Tubbo hopes his dread isn’t visible on his face. “Badlands?”

“Yeah, yeah, Badlands, Puffy’s wanted his head on a pike for years now and every fucking dirty cop– Every fucking clean cop if we’re pretending those even fucking exist– half the loan sharks in the city wouldn’t mind ringing his neck and honestly I’m about to,” Quackity sighs. He looks tired. “You still lying low, right Tubbo? No one knows..?”

“Far as anyone knows, I’m just one of Manberg’s little goons. No one knows what Schlatt’s weak, hidden little son looks like, promise,” Tubbo says quickly. “No one outside the Secret City, I suppose.”

Quackity seems relieved. Plenty of threats had been made on Tubbo’s life as well as Schlatt’s as of late. “Good, good. This would be a lot easier if people didn’t know that monster had a kid in the first place, but, staying anonymous is good enough, I guess.”

“Speaking of Secret City– We’re going there tonight for, you know, to celebrate, do you think you could…” Tubbo grows almost embarrassed. He and Quackity are friends of a kind, even if their interactions are usually a mutually understood strategy for dodging Schlatt’s malice. It feels like trying to invite the cool older kid at school a birthday party. “I get it if you can’t get away, if Schlatt needs you or–”

“Fuck Schlatt,” Quackity scoffs. They both ignore that Quackity glances back to the closed office door, just in case. “I’m not his fucking lap dog. I’m there, man. You know I am.”

“I know you’re not, Big Q, I know,” Tubbo says quickly. He hesitates. “I mean, how bad has he been lately? He’s still calling you…”

“What, sweetheart, sugar muffin, pumpkin?” Quackity lists each word like it’s something vulgar, lip curled in disgust. “Yeah. A lot less uh… pushy when it comes to personal space at least, might be ‘cause he’s staggering around so much more. Stayed in his office chair the whole time,” he glances to the glass shards on the floor. “Still not a bad throwing arm, though. But you know how it is,” Quackity shrugs. “Just gotta stay out of reach when he gets grabby, humor him when he says shit. Can’t flat out dump him if I don’t want to take a bullet between the eyes, but it’s basically just part of my job now, still playing along.” Quackity says it almost like a joke, but there’s a flicker of bitterness that breaks through. H’s quick to bury it under his usual swaggering calm. “What can I say, I can’t keep the guys off of me,” he grins. It’s a weak mask.

“I hate it,” Tubbo says.

“What?” Quackity laughs almost nervously, not expecting Tubbo to continue so sincerely. That isn’t how things go. They usually laugh it off and keep moving. Not today.

“The way he treats you,” every word radiates a fury that has been simmering a long time, Tubbo just keeping it from boiling over. “Like he can do whatever he wants with you! It’s like you fucking said, isn’t it? You literally cannot dump him– yeah, maybe back then you wanted this relationship or whatever, but now you’re fucking trapped, right?” Tubbo grows more heated, and maybe he starts to push too far, but he can’t help it. “And– And doesn’t it fucking bother you you’re closer to my age than his by a fucking mile? He doesn’t have an ounce of respect even though you’ve saved his ass more times than he could count–”

Quackity’s easygoing facade turns to something sharper. “I can look after myself. You don’t need to tell me what’s right and wrong here, I fucking know. I live with my own choices so don’t go acting like you have any idea what we’ve got going on. The good or the bad. Schlatt and I– we have a… a fucking understanding, alright? It wasn’t always like– it wasn’t–“ Quackity stops with a sigh. He doesn’t know how to defend his relationship with Schlatt any better than he knows why he wants to defend it at all. “That’s my business,” is what he settles on.

“Yeah, it is. And yeah, you are looking after yourself, that’s why you’re putting up with this shit, right? To fucking survive it? Waiting for him to find another way to get us killed?” Tubbo’s words come out a piercing whisper, everything he says is dangerous enough to kill them both. “A-And what about your watch guy, hm? He waits outside for you? Only waits around the corner because no one is supposed to see him? That guy? He cares about you and I’m guessing neither of you are a big fan of Schlatt still treating you like you’re his or some shit, wouldn’t you and Karl just want all of that to go away–?”

Quackity has Tubbo pressed to the wall, a hand over his mouth in an instant, fury mixed with genuine terror. “You don’t say his fucking name in here, you got that? Don’t you fucking dare,” he snarls.

Tubbo stares back, unfazed and unafraid. “I won’t do it again,” he says when Quackity finally pulls back. “Because I understand why you don’t want his name here.”

“What the hell has gotten into you, Tubbo?” Quackity just can’t wrap his head around this. Tubbo’s always so carefully contained, but today it seems like his long burning fuse is reaching its end.

Tubbo straightens his tie from where Quackity had shoved him. “Maybe I’m just tired of things being this way. I’ll see you tonight, if you still want to come.” Tubbo turns to leave, pausing only for another moment. “And here. Dues.” He shoves wads of cash into Quackity’s hands. “Ranboo will be by later with his supply too. Play your cards right, he’ll drink himself to death tonight and that’s all our problems handled, right?”

Quackity doesn’t have a retort as the young mob prince storms off.

#my writing #mafia au #/roleplay #I have decided to post this fic to tumblr too but I will be using my queue so it's not overwhelming #links to other chapters will be added as I go #c!Tubbo #Tubbo #c!tommy #tommyinnit #c!quackity #quackity

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kkoongiee · 3 years

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txt scenarios — new years eve with them ‹𝟹

notes, gender-neutral!reader, alcohol, mentions of vomit (they don’t actually), cursing, suggestive in beomgyu,, having fun and decided this would be cute! been feeling a little under the weather mentally wise, i only completed txt one, hope this is fine :] happy new years, i’ve been able to get out many things with writing, so tumblr has helped & i’m excited to start writing!!

yeonjun will prepare with a few shots of soju because he likes to have fun 🚶🏻‍♂️ lmfao but once again, alcohol starts to hit and he’s having fun!!! he 100% introduces you to everyone maybe two times before,, jun will take you around to meet everyone and anyone .. he will probably tire himself out from acting crazy and whatnot but he needs to use the bathroom right before midnight and this party is somewhat raunchier than most??? he tells u to wait inside because suddenly yeonjun cannot be separated from u? so u sit on the counter with closed eyes because umm u dont wanna see all of that tbh 🧍 but yo ur about to miss ur midnight kiss with him?????????? YEONJUN HURRY UP please!!!!!!! 😡😡 so he surprises u, literally LMFAOO?? because he’s washing his hands and people r counting down while ur still waiting & yeonjun is quick to give u a kiss as soon as it hits one,, he’ll be like ‘how is that for a way to start off the new year’ he is cocky because he got your new years kiss but u don’t mind it .. he’s cute and has only alcohol in his stomach which u will have to take care of him later but u love the effort

soobin mf,, he is probably making u both eat every dessert on the table 😭 he wanna try everything but also has a drink to taste with — a drink probably too strong and u already told him that,, but he doesn’t wanna listen??? anyways not ur problem so u just decide to hang out with the rest of the boys,, soobin is proobably gonnna hurl later but mehhh u don’t feel like watching him literally toss his cookies AND cake .. so u let him live his life before he wants to come and lay all over u, uncomfy and his tummy upset from the mixture of alcohol and too much sweets!!!!! blech he feels bad and he whines until u start playing with soobin’s hair hes soo tired and the counts of the dozens of people are making his head ache and the burn in the back of his throat is horrible — ur kissing him!!! omg ur kissing him??? soobin tastes like cheesecake and a hint of whatever citrusy drink he had,, but he’s happy to hear u tell him ‘happy new years babyy~~!!!’ he is so happy to start off the new year with u by his side ^_^

beomgyu for me feels like he just knows .. he knows he wants to kiss u at midnight on new years and has the perfect party planned n ending the night with u is something gyu has in mind + many many more things but that is just for u two to know and no one else 👀 he’s ready to just leave the party bc u two have these matching (sorta) outfits they rly are just color arranged but the thought is cutee,, beomgyu loves your outfit bye .. he thinks u look good everyday that u come over and this is no different!!!! he’s having fun and comes over to u with the biggest smile and wraps his arms around ur neck before giving u a kiss,, ‘happy new years~~!!!’ ^_^ your little brat is giving u a kiss at midnight and u are incredibly happy that he wants to spend more time with u, especially because u have incredible friends and gained more family with him,, so yea ur pretty happy with new years

taehyun seems more like a spend it with family so ur like ‘okok my house though??’ 🥺 and he wants nothing more than to go because he simply adores ur family?? 🙄 u thought wrong if he wasn’t gonna ask to spend it with your family lol .. ofc ur parents r nothing but kind and the rest of ur family who wanted to come over and celebrate the new year + close family friends,, so the house is jam packed lololol and it was much like any other holiday taehyun spent with your family.. it’s kinda like everything he’s ever wanted & he’s excited to be able to just have fun with you and spend time doing things on his own,, but he just has to give u ur midnight kiss which has every child grossed out and shrieking, lmfaoaoo but every other couple/married couple is doing the same!!!! taehyun and u are very happy with how u ended up and how u both r so close to each family from both sides :(( he wants to make the most of everyday and cherish dese little moments

huening kai will probably just have u come with him and the boys,, ngl i imagine maknae getting into a relationship before everyone else 😭😭 so ur just like 🧍 with all of the boys just there and getting along well,, it’s kinda awkward sometimes with them!!! hyuka prob ordering like 3637282393 types of cakes, he said fuck a diet ‼️‼️ diet who??? u six are going to just eat cake on new years, also religiously checking the time like everyone else and then giving a kiss to ur whipped cream and crumb coated lips before going back to his second slice of pie .. everybody is like ?????? wtf why would huening kai do that right in front of their cake and icecream 🙄🙄 i feel like he wants to act natural asf,, he thinks if he says nothing then no one has just seen that kiss + the fact this mf gave u a new years kiss?? bye asf hyuka PACK IT UP PRINCE CHARMING like txt gets it u guys are goals 4 life,, no need to brag or show off 🙄

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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survey by emptyspaces

What song reminds you of being in middle school? Patron Tequila was a huuuuuuuuuge bop in 5th grade, and I can tell you too many kids who were too young for the song nevertheless vibed hard to it. Down by Jay Sean also reminds me of mid-elementary school. I believe both have so far been one-hit wonders, lol.

What was the first thing you learned how to cook? I don’t cook cook, but I remember we had one day in like preschool when we were taught how to make homemade pizza. That was the first dish I remember making. We used white bread for the crust and topped it with tomato sauce, grated cheese, and sliced hotdogs. I ended up liking the ‘recipe’ a lot and frequently asked my aunt or grandma to make it for me.

What does your hair currently look like? It’s slightly damp since I took a shower a couple of hours ago, and it’s currently styled in a low side ponytail.

Who's the worst driver you know? It’s been years since I’ve been in a car where my uncle was in charge of the wheel, but I would always end up feeling nauseous whenever he was the one driving. I never figured out why, but my best bet is because he tends to press hard on the brakes. I also don’t trust anyone who’s fine with being way too close to other cars.

What are some wild animals commonly found where you live? I live in a residential area where there are approximately 0 wild animals roaming around lol. I do have some neighbors who keep chickens, but that’s as wild as it gets over here.

Does it take a lot to make you cry? Nah. Just show me a stereotypical emotional video, like anything to do with grandparents or pets reuniting with their owners, and I’ll produce some tears for you in seconds.

If the last dream you had came true, would that be a good or bad thing? Bad. I was relieved when I finally woke up.

Have you ever had a lucid dream? No. I’ve tried doing it before but just could never get in the zone.

How long did your last car ride last? Something like 20 minutes. The mall isn’t that far away and most of the travel was because our house is way too far from the village’s entrance.

Isn't it disgusting when people chew with their mouth open? I mean c'mon... It’s icky but I have other worse pet peeves.

What's your most prominent memory from 2009? I used to keep this journal where all of my entries were of me roleplaying in the Twilight universe. Obviously it’s embarrassing to think of now, but I must’ve written quite well back then because my classmates loved reading it and used to pass it around during recess and lunch hahaha. That was my only successful stint in fiction writing ever. I know the notebook is still around somewhere, but I refuse to see even just the outside; too much cringe lol.

Do you think there will ever be world peace? A little pessimistic answer but no.

What's your biggest problem at the moment? A client was supposed to send us this file that I needed so I can proceed with a deliverable that we were asked to do today, but he never followed through. That’s fine by me since executions get moved all the time, but it also means he’ll probably send it sometime during the Holy Week break and I’ll have to work during one of my days-off this week. -__-

Has anyone ever told you you're too emotionally needy? I don’t think so. If someone has it would most likely stick with me.

Has an ex ever told you that they want you back? Nope. She has an infinite amount of pride in her bones for her to do that.

Have you ever turned down a job offer? I have never had to, and so far I’ve only been the one turned down haha. Joke’s on them; I’m super happy with the job I’ve landed.

What's the longest hospital stay you've had? For what? I’ve only had to be confined once and that was just an overnight stay. It was a dengue scare but turned out to be just a low platelet count.

Do you know anyone who doesn't know the basics of using a computer? My maternal grandma refuses to learn anything that’s got to do with modern technology, and I suuuper doubt she’d be able to figure out how to turn on a laptop or computer.

What was the last snack you ate? I was feeling hungry earlier and had a bite of this guava chip that my workplace had sent over as a care package; but it tastes super healthy and blech and I felt like I deserved something more junk food-y for finishing off the work week haha. Now I’m having KFC delivered at 1 AM :(((

What's something really basic that you're terrible at? Lighting up a matchstick. I’m scared of fire and I always ask my dad to be the one to light up my scented candles every single time.

Is it just me, or are tv shows/movies getting to be really dumbed down? No. Different generations, different tastes catered. I also think I’ve answered this survey before because I remember saying that I actually appreciate how content these days are more inclusive and open about tackling sensitive issues. That’s the complete opposite of ‘dumbed down’ to me.

Do you know any same-sex married couples? Finding one in the Philippines is like looking for a needle in a haystack, but yeah I happen to know a couple of couples. They probably handled all the paperwork in the US, but still. I’m glad their family is able to thrive here.

What was the last appointment you scheduled? It was a telemedicine consultation. I didn’t need it, but one of our clients recently partnered with this telehealth service and they wanted someone from the agency to use a free trial so we can have a better idea of what the service offers. I was the sacrificial lamb (lmao) and so I had to have this quick video call with one of their doctors. That was the first instance I was glad to have scoliosis because it gave me something to talk about, because otherwise I would be completely lost on what to consult about.

Are you happy with the person you have become? Getting there :) I definitely don’t have as many self-loathing moments than I used to just a few months ago.

What year were you born? 1998.

What does your favorite watch look like? I don’t have one; I don’t use watches as I will probably lose them in like a month anyway.

Did you have one of those Tamagotchi things as a kid? Yeah, but I personally didn’t get the hype and quickly went back to my other toys.

What's your favorite kind of wine? Sweeter ones. I can’t stand bitter wine.

When was the last time you felt lonely? Last Sunday. I was talking to Angela and Andi more excessively than usual that day; and it was most likely the quarantine getting to me. Even though they reassure me that I’m not being too clingy or annoying I still feel like I am, so that day made me rethink and reflect about ways to expand my circles and gain new friends.

Are your parents still together? Yeah, I literally just got them their KFC orders like 10 minutes ago.

Have you ever been so broke you didn't know how you'd keep a roof over your head? I’m thankful to have never been in this position.

Do you know anyone who believes that vaccines cause autism? Possibly. But at least they’re smart enough to keep their mouth shut about it.

What was the last piece of furniture you bought? OMG OMG OMG I *literally* just received it this afternoon but I finally bought a cute lil night lamp for my room :> :> Hahahaha I’ve spent my last four employed months spending on nothing but food, but I decided to switch it up a bit and finally purchase something that won’t be gone the next day, hence the lamp. Not really furniture, but still. It’s the cutest thing ever and it’s currently lighting up my room really prettily!!!

What's a new skill you'd like to learn? Climbing.

How did you celebrate your last birthday? It was the peak of the pandemic when the entire world was still scrambling to figure out how to handle it, so all stores were closed and no one could go out. I barely remember what had happened since that day just flew by, but I do recall that Angela had a box of sushi delivered to my place.

Do you have any great housecleaning tips? Not really.

What's your favorite cocktail? Zombie.

Did your favorite movie come out before or after you were born? Way before I was born; it’s 31 years older than me.

Is there anything you need to do before the end of the day? Nope.

#survey #surveys

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Okay I have a bit of a soapbox to stand on and it's PJO-verse and Rick Riordan related. This is gonna be a long rant, so scroll past if you're not a fan of these, lol.

Okay so I'm going to start off by saying that I am a white, bisexual, cisgender young woman who has been diagnosed with both ADHD and Autism. So I am coming from somewhat of a place of privilege here. I am also going to acknowledge that there ARE aspects of Rick Riordan's books that are problematic, such as Piper being described as having feathers in her hair(blech, so racist), food being used to describe physical character traits(Hazel's skin and hair, anyone?), and Nico's forced outing(this is NOT okay, it will never be okay), just to name a few.

HOWEVER. Rick Riordan has far, far more representation in his books than many, many series' have, including popular Young Adult series'. The Selection series, The Hunger Games, even(unfortunately) Twilight. Kids grow up reading these books. I grew up reading these books(yes I read the first Twilight book when I was twelve. I regret it). In The Selection, one of the things I've noted was a severe lack of minority characters. In The Hunger Games, the only two Tributes of Color are Thresh and Rue, and they're from a farming district that's where the southern US states were, IE the Confederacy. What does that say about Suzanne Collins? People praise Collins for her groundbreaking books that have drastic social commentary.

I see so many people knocking on Riordan's books for problematic things. I even saw an argument that Nico saving Hazel from the underworld can be a "white savior." I have a hard time with this. Having studied history, I know that Italian Americans weren't considered white until AFTER WWII. If you're wondering what in the world this has to do with Nico being a "white savior," let me remind you that taking into account when the oath to not have children was made by Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus, Nico was 10 years old in 1945(and yet he's 15 in TOA?? He should be 14). Nico, Bianca, and their mother would have faced racism in the US because they were Italian(they grew up in DC if I remember correctly), ESPECIALLY during WWII when Italians, Japanese, and Germans were all seen as "the enemy" by Americans. While Nico would be considered white now, I don't even know if he considers himself white due to the complicated, ever-changing idea of race in American history. On top of that, I see it as a sibling helping a sibling. Nico is the son of Hades, Hazel is the daughter of Pluto. They are, by all accounts, half-siblings.

People being pissed at Piper's eyes irks me a little bit. While I absolutely HATE when people lighten up Piper, Leo, and Hazel's skin and hair in drawings(stop whitewashing!!), Piper is a demigod. More specifically, she's the daughter of Aphrodite. Do people really not expect demigod children to not take on traits from their parents? As for Hazel's eyes, there are black people with green and golden-brown eyes. I do acknowledge that the villifying of her mother through the use of voodoo is problematic, but her having brown hair and gold eyes doesn't bother me because I've seen black people with brown hair and green eyes. The actress who plays Claire on The Good Doctor, for one.

Those are just the characters people tend to focus on. We're forgetting Kane Chronicles and Magnus Chase, which both have very diverse casts of characters. Carter Kane falls for and eventually dates a Middle-eastern girl, Zia Rashid. Sadie falls for Will, a black boy. These are the first interracial couples I had seen in children's literature. The first queer character I had come across was Nico di Angelo. I was in middle school when House of Hades came out. More specifically, I was in 8th grade, the target audience for Riordan's books.

The cast of diverse characters in Magnus Chase is also pretty good, with a pansexual main character and a muslim supporting. TJ is black, the son of a slave if I remember correctly. When Alex is introduced, it's revealed that s/he is gender-fluid. Although this is tied to his/her lineage as a child of Loki, it does acknowledge the fact that so many white people don't want to-Norse Mythology is fluid af when it comes to gender relations and identity. Magnus also goes over in his narration how bitter he is that kids have been kicked out for being LGBTQ+.

Look, Rick Riordan is far from perfect. He's WAY better than JK Rowling, but there are aspects of his books that are still problematic. He has shown so much growth since The Lightning Thief, though. Let's not forget that Hammer of Thor was awarded the Stonewall Award, which is given to books for exceptional depiction and inclusion of LGBTQ+ characters. Riordan is still writing and still growing as a person. He has stood behind his fanbase and shown support for minority communities. His books were the FIRST books I ever read with ADHD characters that were not only realistic, but not the butt of jokes. Yes, there have been problems. His books are far from perfect. However, take a look at mainstream books that have come out at the same time as his and check for diversity in those. Books that are celebrated for their plots and intricacies.

Rick Riordan did far more than the bare minimum. He didn't do everything he could, either. And look, if you are a POC fan and you'd like to educate me more if I missed anything, please dm me! I will be more than happy to sit and learn from you. As I said in the beginning, I come from somewhat of a place of privilege. I will never quite understand the problems that many minorities face. I am willing to learn, though.

Sorry this was so long. If you made it to the end, yay! Thanks for reading.

#pjo #percy jackson #pjo stuff #pjo series #pjo spoilers #hoo #heroes of olympus #magnus chase #kane chronicles #rick riordan #discourse #discourse tw

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 26

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 8,801

FIRST CHAPTER || PREVIOUS CHAPTER || NEXT CHAPTER

Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

We stepped into the ballroom together and everything was just as grand and impressive as I'd remembered it. The room was immense, stretching two stories high with giant, elaborate gold and crystal chandeliers hanging from the embellished ceiling. Majestic columns lined the east and west sides of the room, with heavy red velvet curtains draped between each one, currently tied back to reveal the long banquet tables of food behind them. The celebration was already in full swing and the place was just simply packed with family and acquaintances I recognized, each guest dressed more fancy and sophisticated than the last as they all mingled or took a turn about the dance floor.

Or at least, that's what they all had been doing before Lea and I had made our entrance. Maybe it was just my imagination… maybe I was just being paranoid… but I swear the whole place suddenly went very still, all chatter dying down to a muted undertone as it felt like every last eye in the room turned toward me.

My chest seized and I swallowed hard, taking a tiny step back.

This was a mistake. I couldn't do this. I couldn't be here. I couldn't-

"Crabclaw?"

I twitched at Lea's low voice right next to my ear. My eyebrows knit together and I turned a quizzical look towards him. What… Was he asking if I wanted hors d'oeuvres? ...no, I don't think they were even serving crab tonight. I frowned, mulling it over for another second before squinting at him. "...is this you trying to whisper sweet nothings to me again?"

He chuckled, "Please. You'll know when I'm laying some sweet sweet nothings on you. Nah, I was just taking another crack at it."

"Crack at…?" I cocked my head with a frown. Crabclaw…? Come to think of it, something about it was prickling at the back of my brain. Now why did that sound so…"Oh!" Realization struck. "My favorite ice cream?"

"Yup!" he tapped his nose. Then his lips pursed to the left with a small hum before he was shaking his head. "But that's not it either. Seafood in ice cream? Blech! You're adventurous, but that's a lil too out there, even for me."

My brow furrowed. "...you think I'm adventurous?"

Did I miss something? Was today Opposite Day?

"Course!" he grinned. My face scrunched up in pure disbelief and he laughed. "Well let's check the scoreboard here. You ran out on your wedding and everything ya knew to start a new life from nothing. You followed a devilishly handsome stranger," he jerked a thumb into his chest with a smirk, "up a decrepit old clocktower. You jumped last minute into open auditions for a musical with barely any preparation or practice." Lea shrugged, "Seems to me there's at least some small part of you that's attracted to the unknown. Ergo: adventurous!"

I looked away with a tiny scowl. "I think you mean ergo: stupid."

"Eh. To-may-to, to-mah-to. No true adventure is complete without a healthy dose of stupidity thrown into the mix anyhow. Lil pearl o' wisdom for ya there, courtesy of yours truly," he beamed.

"Such sagely advice," I snorted before my face softened. "...thanks, Lea. I… think I'm ready to do this now."

"But you already are."

With a start, I realized we were walking. Had been walking. I hadn't even noticed when we'd begun. Those big double doors were long behind us now as we weaved our way further into the crowd. No one seemed to be looking at us anymore. I suspected they had only gotten more discreet about it.

"Oh, look, there's the birthday boy now," Lea gestured with his chin towards where my grandfather stood not too far off, greeting and shaking hands with a couple that'd arrived just before us. He was looking a lot warmer and friendlier than I'd seen him all weekend. Then again, Grandfather had always been very good at putting on a cordial mask for the public. Lea asked, "Shall we go give the ol' boy our best wishes?"

I gnawed on my lower lip for a second before sighing, "Alright."

Might as well get this over with.

We made our way over just as Grandfather was finishing up with those guests. As if sensing our approach, he turned to face us and immediately went very still. However, his poker face was in top form this evening for it betrayed nothing as he just stared at us impassively and waited.

"Grandfather…" I paused, floundering a bit under his scrutiny. But then I took a deep breath, forced a tremulous smile and simply said, "Happy birthday." Releasing Lea's arm, I stepped forward and got on tiptoes to plant a swift peck to Grandfather's cheek, just as I'd done for all his birthday's before. Just as if everything were normal, even though they were very much not.

He answered with a stiff nod and a polite smile that did not quite reach his eyes. "Thank you, my dear."

Retrieving my hand to once more fold into his elbow, Lea piped up, "Happy birthday, Sir!" I preemptively winced, waiting for the surely inevitable 'Gramps' that always followed. However, it never came. I stared at him in stunned silence. Pretty sure Grandfather was doing the same. Amazing… perhaps Lea actually could take things seriously when he really- "Wow, seventy huh? Keeping it tight, big guy! I mean, hell, it's gotta be more candle than cake at this point! But man oh man, you're still pretty spry for a dude your-"

"Enjoy your evening, Grandfather!" I said quickly, turning to make a hasty exit and yanking Lea along with me. Once we had put a safe distance behind us, I shot a tiny glare up at him.

"What? I was complimenting him!" Lea defended himself. I gave him a flat look and he snerked, "Hey now, I told ya I would be on my best behavior. No one ever said anything about my best being any good."

I huffed quietly, one side of my mouth twitching up. "Fair point."

"So then," he pulled us aside, stopping next to one of the columns as he grinned down at me. "We've put in our appearance. Did what we set out to do. We came, we conquered. Wanna split?"

A small laugh hummed in my throat. "As lovely as that sounds, we can't leave already. We've only been here a few minutes. I appreciate you trying to get us out of here as soon as possible for my sake, but I'm doing okay at the moment. I can last a little while longer."

His grin ticked wider as his hand rose to gently brush a strand of hair off my cheek. "Okay then. Whaddya say to a lil jaunt about the room then?"

"A 'jaunt' you say?" I cracked a smile at that. "My, sounds fancy."

"Babe, ya got me in a tux for this. Damn right I'm gonna be fancy. C'mon, you can point out all your relatives to me as we go, tell me all their deep, dark, icky secrets they don't want anyone to know about." His hand drifted down behind me, slowing to hover over my lower back as he looked to me in silent question.

I hesitated for a heartbeat before giving him a nod. Then I felt his warm hand pressing to the bare skin at the small of my back as he guided us into a walk once more. Suppressing a little shiver as we went, my eyes scanned the crowd for faces of interest.

Everyone was still doing it. Watching Lea and me. I could no longer see them doing it, but I could still feel it. All those eyes following us as we went. And really, I couldn't blame them for it. Hardly six weeks ago I'd broken off my engagement in the most public and humiliating way possible to my ex, his family, and my family… and now here I was, parading my new "boyfriend" around my grandfather's birthday celebration as if everything were fine and dandy and like I didn't have a care in the world. This seemed inappropriate. Callous. I wouldn't have even done it if my parents hadn't all but insisted… why? Why were they putting me through this? They must have had a goal, an objective behind it all, I just had yet to fathom what it could possibly be.

Trying to take my mind off the swirling questions, not to mention off the ever growing numbness in my knees from anxiety, I focused harder on searching the room. "Hm… ah!" I pointed, "See that man over there? In the wheelchair with the wild poofy hair?"

His gaze followed my finger. "Talking 'bout that mummified corpse they wheeled in? Ya mean that thing's alive?"

I pinched his arm. "Be nice, he's very old. Anna and I have called him Grandpabbie ever since we were little. He's Grandfather's father."

"Shit, that's not old, that's ancient. Have ya ever asked him what it was like, growing up in the freaking Stone Age?" He snorted as I swat his shoulder. "Seriously though, how many years we talking here?"

A crease formed between my eyebrows, "...I don't really know actually. Honestly, I'm not sure anyone remembers anymore, possibly not even Grandfather. Certainly not Grandpabbie himself, he's sadly not really all there these days," I grimaced as we moved on before my eyes landed on another pair of people who were peering in our direction. "And there's the Duke by that painting over there."

"Ah yes, the Duke. Still reeling from the pleasure of the last time we met," Lea waggled his fingers in a teeny wave towards my uncle. Even from all the way across the ballroom, we could see him agitatedly puff out his mustache as he stuck his big nose up high into the air and looked away. "I think he likes me."

"Oh yes, he's positively tickled by you," I said dryly. "That woman he's talking to is Yelena."

Recognition flickered in Lea's eyes. "Right, Anna mentioned her showing up with your cousins this morning. She's your aunt?"

"She's Mother's aunt, my great aunt," I corrected as I observed her. She was studying us both currently with a slight frown and a calculating look in her eye. "She's… strict. Solemn. Very stern and proud. But I think she always means well."

Lea scoffed, "Boriiiing! C'mon, where's all the juicy dirt on these people? Looking for the primo, blackmail-worthy shit here."

My feet came to a stop once more as I half chuckled, half sighed. "Sorry, there just isn't any dirt to share. My family is rather unexciting in general."

"Nah," his hand shifted over to my hip now, pulling me in to nestle up against his side, "they're rich. And the rich always got some nasty skeletons hidden away in their closets, just gotta know where to look."

"If you say so," I muttered, face warming slightly as I leaned my cheek against his chest. It just felt natural. I mean, it's what a girlfriend should do, right? Listening to the low, soothing rhythm of his heartbeat, I cast another glance around. "...oh, there's Mattias. See the woman he's dancing with?"

"Ya mean the one he looks all twitterpated over?" Lea murmured as his hand came up to fiddle with a few of my curled locks.

Nodding, I said, "That's his wife Halima. I've known her since before I can even remember. She's very sweet."

"Mm," was his only acknowledgement to that, fingers still twirling the pale strands between them.

I went on, "She always made the best macaroons… Ah! Here's some dirt for you," I whispered conspiratorially. "Her secret ingredient? Baby applesauce."

"...mm-hm," he hummed softly as I felt him press a kiss into my hair.

Pushing away from him now, I narrowed my eyes up at him, "Hey, are you even listening to me right now?"

"Wha-? I-" he stammered, sheepishly scratching a spot behind his ear before laughing. "Course I am!"

I turned my head slightly, giving him some side-eye. "Really? Then what's the last thing I said?"

He shrugged and smirked, "That Halima's the one in the wheelchair."

A traitorous snort escaped me despite myself. "Oh, you think you're funny, don't you?"

"I'm a goddamn riot and you know it. In fact-" his words suddenly cut off as his gaze landed on something past me. "Uh oh. Inbound, six o'clock."

I turned to see what he was talking about. It took me a second before I spotted them: the Duke and Aunt Yelena making their way through the crowd, beelining straight for us.

Oh goodie. This should be fun.

"Ah!" Uncle Weselton declared as they closed the distance to join us. "Here's the young mongrel-" he forced a loud, exaggerated cough into his fist, "ahem, I mean young man now. Elsa's new consort…" he sniffed and glared down his bespectacled nose at Lea. Or at least he tried to but seemed to be having some difficulty, seeing as how Lea towered at least a good foot over him. "...I believe… Lou, was it?"

He flashed a toothy grin back. "Lea, actually, but that's alright. Names can be tough to remember, especially the single syllable ones and especially at your rather… distinguished age." The Duke bristled, huffing under his breath something along the lines of 'the audacity' but remained otherwise mute. Turning his attention to the other person who'd joined us, Lea held out a hand towards her, "And you must be Aunt Yelena. We were just talking about you a sec ago. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Yelena's face was unreadable, neither cold nor warm as she considered the hand offered to her for a few seconds. At last she took it with a curt, business-like shake but didn't release it right away. No, instead she turned it slightly so she could have a better look at his fingernails. More specifically, at the black painted to them. Her only visible reaction was to arch one silver brow.

"...charmed, I'm sure," she stated evenly in that flat, no-nonsense voice she always seemed to have as she finally let him go. Then her eyes turned to me and she bowed her head slightly, "Elsa. You're looking well this evening."

I ducked my head quickly to return the greeting. "Yes, as… as do you."

Turning her sharp gaze on Lea once more, Yelena began, "So tell me, young man… how did you and my niece meet?"

Wasting no time, I see. Diving straight on into the interrogation.

Just keep your cool, Elsa. We'd already worked out the details to this story, so everything should be fine.

...so then why was there this uneasy feeling churning in the pit of my stomach?

"It was 'bout a year ago," Lea was saying, his hand reaching for mine and lacing our fingers together. "Met on a train and struck up a delightful lil conversation with her."

"I was on my way back to Traverse Town from Corona," I tacked on. "You remember that trip Anna and I took last summer, Aunt Yelena."

Her eyes flicked slowly back and forth between us and I noticed there was now the barest hint of a downward pull to her lips. Settling her gaze back on Lea, she remarked, "And you thought it would be okay to seduce and corrupt a young, innocent woman in a long-term, committed relationship who was engaged to soon be married?"

It wasn't said like an accusation, merely a dry statement of fact. Still the sheer bluntness of it seemed to catch Lea off guard as he stiffened, stammering, "I- uh, heh… well, ya see-"

"And you," she turned those flinty eyes on me now. "You gave little to no thought as to the impropriety and dangers of a girl of your means and station consorting with some strange man you'd just met on public transport."

Again, there was no harshness to it, no criticism but more just a… curiosity. And again, it struck like a blow to the gut, only this time to me. "Ah… Aunt Yelena, it… it was just a harmless chat on the train…" I said, fidgeting with one of my earrings.

"Outrageous!" barked the Duke, startling a flinch out of me.

Yelena's gaze narrowed on him briefly before returning to me with a harrumph. "Harmless, you say… tell that to the fiancé you left standing at the altar."

Ouch.

Sighing deep in her throat, she looked up at Lea. "Please. Go on."

He blinked and echoed, "Go…?"

"I presume there's more to this than a chance encounter on a railcar. Continue," she insisted dully.

"Oh! Right! Er…" he gave a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head as his eyes darted about. Interestingly enough, Aunt Yelena was the first and only member of my family so far who seemed to give him pause and think twice about snarking her. "...well, there… may have also been a, heh… romantic, late-night stroll round town?" It came out sounding more like a question, almost as if he'd be willing to change his answer if she didn't like it.

She held him with a long, hard stare. Then she was addressing me, still with that ever-present monotone, "You mean to tell me you took your sister to stay out all hours of the night, wandering an unfamiliar town with some mystery man you'd only just met?"

"Disgraceful!" Uncle Weselton snarled, swishing his bushy mustache to and fro. Yelena shot him another not so subtly veiled glower out of the corner of her eye.

Ignoring him, I squared my shoulders and told her, "No, don't be ridiculous, of course not!" However, I was quick to deflate as I nibbled at my lower lip. "Anna wasn't there. It was just me... alone with the mystery man… roaming the streets and back alleys of a city I was unaccustomed to… all night long… straight through to morning…"

Great. Thanks a lot, mouth. Way to make that all sound so much better.

"Deplorable!" was the Duke's deep and insightful commentary this time. Yelena just remained stoically silent.

Pulse beginning to thud loudly in my ears, I licked my dry lips and tried, "It… it actually wasn't as untoward as it- wait, let me start over… you see, there were these floating lights- lanterns! That's what they… what they're called. That's when- on the train, we... " I screwed my eyes shut. My throat was closing up. I pushed past it, "...let's see… there was a… a park, and… a f-ferris wheel… a café with a belly dancer- wait, no, palm reader! ...or p-poet… was it? Lamppost! Almost forgot! Earlier, there was a lamppost! That Lea, he… just bam! Right into… actually, now that I think about it, that part isn't really… all that important to the-"

"Annnnnd that's enough storytime for now!" Lea suddenly chimed in, interrupting the absolute trainwreck that was spewing forth from my lips. Thank god. "If you'll 'scuse us, I promised my lady fair a spin 'bout the dance floor." I felt his palm at the small of my back once more, steering me away from my aunt and uncle.

The Duke blustered nonsensically for a few breaths before snapping, "Listen, you, you, you- we're in the middle of a discussion here! You can't just walk off, you-"

"Watch us," came Lea's dangerously chipper response as he led me away.

"Well, I never! Of all the rude, abhorrent, insufferable, belligerent-"

"If you don't have anything of substance to add to a conversation, could you please kindly cram a sock in it, Weselton?" I heard Aunt Yelena cut him off dryly. Her eyes remained trained on us as we went, her expression blank as ever. Eventually she turned to walk away, leaving a spluttering and blotchy-faced Duke behind in her wake who eventually stormed off.

...was this why my parents had requested Lea and I attend? Were they purposely putting my shame out in the open and on display so it could be met with censure and rebuke? Were they trying to teach me a lesson of sorts? ...or maybe it was more like a punishment. Disciplining me for disappointing them. For being so thoughtless and selfish. Showing me that there were consequences for my actions.

I pulled myself from my musings, only just now realizing that we'd stopped moving. Lea had come to stand in front of me, taking both my hands in his. Brow furrowing, I glanced about to see that we were surrounded by other couples twirling gracefully in time with the melody of the nearby string quartet. My eyes widened, "Oh, we're really…? That wasn't just an excuse? To get away from…" I trailed off, frowning. I could still feel all those eyes. All that judgement. All that disapproval. My hands pulled free of his and I hugged myself, feeling all my muscles beginning to tighten and lock up. "No. This isn't right, we shouldn't do this. People are staring."

"So?" he said softly as his hands found mine again and held them to his chest, tugging me a step closer. "Let them stare."

I looked down, eyes shifting about frantically. "But-"

"Forget them. Don't even give 'em a second thought. They're not important." He hooked a finger under my chin, gently lifting my gaze to meet his. "Just focus on me, 'kay? You and me. We're all that matter right now."

Part of me still wanted to argue, but the words were getting stuck in my throat. So instead I swallowed hard, gave a small reluctant nod, and did just that. I focused on him. On those mesmerizing green eyes of his. On his winged guyliner that he'd still elected to don in all its swoopy glory, even here, to this ball of all places. On his warm smile that was starting to melt away some of that tension inside of me bit by bit.

He was drawing me closer now, pulling my hands up to clasp together behind his neck. Shaking my head, I managed to find my voice enough to mutter, "This is not how a couple is supposed to waltz, you know."

That infamous dimple of his emerged. "This is how we waltz," came his low reply as his arms encircled my waist, hands coming to rest at the exposed small of my back once more. This time, I couldn't hold back the tiny shiver.

"...this could be considered quite scandalous really," I told him, fighting the impudent little tug I felt at the corner of my lips as Lea started to turn us in slow circles. "I suspect that even now the Duke is watching us, stewing and steaming and this close to blowing his combover sky high."

"All the more reason to be doing it," his eyes crinkled as he lowered his forehead to mine.

He was doing it again. Giving me that look. The soft yet intense look. The look that made my insides a little wobbly. The boyfriend look. He was so good at it. As well he should be, he certainly practiced it enough, even at times when it was just the two of us with no one else around. I suspected he probably had trained and perfected it in front of his mirror at home. It was… potent, to say the least. And just not fair, really. My ex had never looked at me this way, so it wasn't something I was used to. I didn't know how to deal with being the target of such a stare. I didn't know how to process. It was overwhelming… confusing…

...ugh, get a grip, Elsa! It wasn't even real! He was just an actor playing a part for the masses around us.

Still… knowing that didn't exactly make this any easier…

Quick! Distraction time! Find something to talk about!

I gave a weak chuckle, "So… I'm royally awful at the whole talking thing, huh?"

Interesting tactic. Starting a conversation by pointing out how bad you are at conversations. I like it. It's gutsy.

"Dunno 'bout that, you do just fine with me," he grinned, not removing his forehead. "But if ya mean what happened back there with your aunt and uncle, heh… maybe you should just leave the chitchat to me for the rest of the evening."

"Probably for the best," I agreed. "But I had to give it a shot at least once. I have to learn to stand up for myself eventually, you won't always be around to fight my battles for me."

His smile faltered a fraction. "...El, I always got your back. No matter what our fake relationship status is, I'm always gonna be there for you, got it? I'm not going anywhere."

There they were again. The warm fuzzies, marching right on in like a parade with banners waving and trumpets blaring. "Thanks, Lea… I'll probably need it. My family can be quite persistent and stubborn, especially when they think they're only doing what's best for me."

Lea shrugged, "Well, no one ever said the fantabulous emancipation of one Elsa Fryse was gonna be easy."

"Don't I know it," a sigh escaped me. Then a tiny, wistful smile pulled at the edge of my lips. "...we should have ran away when we had the chance. Maybe we still can. It's not too late."

"Mm, don't tempt me," he smirked as his hold around my waist tightened, hugging me closer still. I just hummed a soft laugh at that. His gaze became half-lidded as he continued to watch me. Then he cleared his throat, "So, uh… I've been thinking…"

I wrinkled my nose with a snort. "Uh oh."

"Hey now, hear me out. You wanna send a message to your folks, right? Tell 'em they can't boss you around anymore, that your ex is gone for good and that I'm here to stay, so they can take all their controlling bullshit and shove it up their hoity-toity posteriors, right?"

Biting back a grin, I said, "Not quite how I would have phrased it but… yes, more or less I suppose."

"Well I may have a way to do just that. Send a message, loud and clear, big and bold as a giant, flashing neon sign. All we gotta do is kinda, sorta break one of our guidelines we set up at the beginning of all of this. Not so much break though… more like bend. Nudge it, really, into a nice easy curve," he explained as the ballroom kept gradually spinning around us.

One of my eyebrows quirked. "Oh? And which guideline would that be?"

There was a tiny glimmer dancing in his eyes now. "...let me kiss you."

I snerked and shook my head. Impressively, his forehead still managed to remain connected to mine. "You kiss me all the time."

"No," the tip of his nose tickled mine, his breath warming my lips as he murmured, "I mean let me kiss you."

...oh…

...actually, no, I still wasn't quite sure what he was trying to-

Oh!

Wait, no... I mean, he couldn't be- That wasn't what he- Not that, certainly not! He didn't- He would never… He couldn't possibly mean…

"...as in on the mouth?" suddenly came blurting out of me.

No way. There was just no way. He wouldn't-

"Mm-hm," he nodded with a sly little grin.

Oh. Well then, my mistake. Apparently he would.

...ah! This was a joke! He was just messing with me again! That had to be it! Alright, fine then, let's play along.

I breathed a feeble laugh, "And you really think that would get my parents to back off for good?"

"Well, I think it's at least worth a shot!" His grin twitched wider, "So...?"

"So…" I squinted at him uncertainly. Then I blinked. "...what, you mean right now?"

"No time like the present!" Lea chirped.

"But here? In front of all these people?" This was a joke. A prank. That's all it was. A game of chicken to see who would wimp out and veer away first.

"Exactly! What better way to make a statement. A declaration, one that your whole family wouldn't be able to ignore. We could go all out too," his eyebrows waggled. "Give 'em on hell of a show. I could shove you up against one of those columns over there, or throw you on a table and just really go to town on you."

Now I know he was kidding. He was being absolutely ridiculous. With a little huff of a laugh, I said, "Oh wow, you'd be willing to do all that just for me? You're too kind."

"My generosity knows no bounds," he agreed solemnly before the smirk was back. "So…?"

"So…?" I repeated, stretching the syllable out as I knit my eyebrows together.

"Let me kiss you," those words passed through his lips again, this time in a whisper that made my heart flip-flop.

He… was joking… right? Somehow, I wasn't so sure anymore. And come to think of it… the idea of kissing him didn't seem quite so scary as it had a couple weeks ago when I'd first established that rule. In fact, it now seemed like it might be maybe sort of… nice… One might even say appealing and-

Oh gosh, I wasn't seriously considering this, was I? This was a bad idea! A dangerous idea. The line between crushing on the guy and fake dating the guy had already become perilously blurred enough as is. Throw a kiss into the mix and it could only jumble my already befuddled feelings even further.

...then again… how much harm could one teeny, tiny, insignificant little kiss do? Really? We were professionals, weren't we? I could handle it, couldn't I? And okay sure, did I actually think one small peck at a party would be any sort of deciding factor when it came to whatever my parents had to say to me tomorrow? Not really, no. But you never know, it could, uh… rattle them! Yeah! Or-

Was I seriously trying to rationalize the kiss to myself now?!

That's it. Mouth? As the main involved party that will be most primarily affected in this matter, I leave the choice up to you. You should have zero problems coming to a decision, right? I mean, you speak your mind all the time without consulting me first anyway, so just go for it. I wash my hands of this. Go on, decide away!

Pulse racing and face heated and having zero clue what I was about to say, my lips parted.

"Pardon me."

Both Lea and I froze at the sound of another voice.

My mother's voice.

I watched his eyes close and his shoulders slump, heard a faint exhale escape him. Then he lifted his forehead from mine as he straightened up and plastered on a smile that he directed towards Mother. She was standing just off to our right, beautiful and sophisticated in her purple evening gown accompanied by a shawl draped loosely around her arms. Lea greeted, "Mrs Fryse. You look lovely tonight, Ma'am."

"Thank you," she nodded graciously in return. "And apologies, I don't mean to intrude, but it was dawning on me that I've been neglectful in my duties as your host. Please, come with me and we can make our rounds introducing you to some of the family."

"Oh! Uh…" he frowned, his gaze drifting back towards me.

"It's fine," I said hastily, my hands unfastening from behind his neck and retracting as I took a step back from him. "Please, go on ahead. I'll…" my eyes flicked about before spotting a familiar flash of auburn across the way. "Ah! I think I see Anna over there, so I'll just go join her and you can come find me when you're done."

He still seemed reluctant to leave and I didn't blame him. Some of my relatives made Yelena and Weselton seem like an absolute treat by comparison. Finally he rose a hand towards my face, grazing the curled knuckle of his pinky along my cheek. "See you in a bit," Lea's voice was low as he tenderly pressed his lips to my brow.

Then he turned, offering his arm to Mother in a gentlemanly fashion. She slipped her hand around his elbow and he grinned, "Lead the way, Ma'am."

I watched them disappear into the crowd. This was for the best, really. Now I could avoid a repeat of the minor fiasco I'd experienced in front of Aunt Yelena. Lea was so much better at dealing with people anyhow. Who knew, maybe he'd even have the whole family singing his praises before the night was out.

Wishful thinking, but hey, it could happen. You don't know.

I brought a hand up to rest lightly over my heart, which had yet to fully calm down. I still didn't have the foggiest as to what my answer to Lea would've been if Mother hadn't interrupted us. And luckily for me, I'd probably never have to find out. The moment had passed. Honestly, it was probably for my own good too. Now wasn't the best time to be opening up that particular can of worms.

Sighing, I started making my way towards where I'd seen Anna. It only took navigating the crowd for a few seconds before I located her standing next to one of the banquet tables, chatting and laughing with Maren.

I couldn't help but notice how elegant they both looked - Anna in her slinky yet tasteful green dress and hair done up in a voguish bun, Maren in her stylish, strapless black gown that accentuated the sparkle of her jewelry. Anna looked so at ease here, so natural. She was in her element here, while I very much was not. This world had always been more her domain than mine. I could certainly put on a fancy dress and look the part, but beyond that I was a lost cause. I did try. For the sake of my parents, I really had tried. But the more time I spent away from this life, the more I came to realize just how much I'd never truly belonged in it in the first place.

Maybe after this nerve-wracking weekend was finally and at long last behind me, I could start to figure out where it was that I did belong.

"Sis!" Anna smiled as I approached them. "I was hoping you'd turn up soon!"

I tipped my head to one side. "...you were?" Anna? Not taking one look at me and running from me like the plague? And actually, dare I say it, pleased to see me?

"Uh-huh! Because now I can give you this," she beamed, plucking a glass flute up off the table and offering it to me. It was identical to the one in her other hand and filled with some mystery beverage - guessing champagne, judging by the bubbles.

"...oh," I breathed, trying not to let my disappointment color my voice too much as I gingerly took it from her. "Thanks." Bit of a let down, especially considering I probably wasn't going to be drinking it. But hey, at least it was something. At least she had managed to stay in my presence for longer than ten seconds so far. Maybe this could be seen as her way of making a peace offering. Extending the olive branch. Maybe she was ready to talk about whatever she'd been holding back from me.

"So Anna," I began, but immediately stopped as I watched her blanch and go rigid.

Okay… take that as a no, she wasn't ready. Not at all.

I clamped my mouth shut, eyes darting to the left as my mind scrambled for something safe, something light. "...your dress is very pretty. Both of you look gorgeous this evening."

Anna visibly relaxed, piping up with a, "Thanks, Sis!"

"Back at you," Maren grinned, clinking her own glass to mine before raising it to her lips. "Slipped away from that boyfriend of yours, huh? The way you two were carrying on, I thought you were going to be attached at the hip all night."

I laughed softly, shyly twiddling with one of my earrings, "No, Mother whisked him away so she could introduce him around."

"Brave man," Maren snerked.

Trailing a finger absently along the rim of my flute now, I asked, "And where are your dates tonight?"

"Pft, you kidding?" My cousin shook her head. "As if I'd ever drag my girl into the lion's den. Trust me, she's perfectly content staying out of the Lifestyles of the Rich and Snooty and I am more than happy to let her do that."

"I envy her. Staying out of all this sounds like a dream come true," I nodded before glancing to Anna. "And what about you? Where's your new boyfriend? I was looking forward to meeting him finally."

"Oh, him? He, er… couldn't make it at the last minute! That stinker," she gave a weak chuckle, averting her gaze as she took a swig of her drink. "Yeah, he unfortunately… had a thing to do… with the stuff! And you know how important the, uh… the thing and the stuff can be! But he'll be here tomorrow, I promise! You'll totes get to meet him before you leave! Yup! Yooou betcha! Heh..."

"...I see." Tomorrow? Would that really be wise, given all the family drama that was surely about to explode that very day? Ah well, I suppose there was nothing for it. I forced a small smile, "Can't wait."

"Oh hey! Tomorrow's your big talk with Mom and Dad too, right?" she piped up suddenly and I nodded with a slight grimace. "Aw, chin up, don't look so blue! I'll be there holding your hand through the whole thing! We're in this together, Sis, so you got nothing to worry about, I promise!"

Another smile, this one relieved and a touch more genuine. "Thanks…"

Then there was a pause.

Of the long and uncomfortable variety.

...screw it, I was just going to try and ask her again.

"Anna, I-" There it was once more. That panic flooding her eyes. I hesitated, taking a sip of my drink just because it was there. I hardly even realized I was doing it. Oh well, one sip wasn't going to hurt me. I was too anxious to even taste it. Rallying, I tried again, "Could we please maybe-"

"Oh my god, is that Grandpabbie?! Sis, did you know that Grandpabbie was here?!" Anna squealed. "Lookit him, he's so cute and squishy and small! I'm gonna go attack him with snuggles and smoochies!"

Once again, off she went. I had no choice but to let her go, just hastily calling after her, "Be careful, he's fragile!"

"Please, he's tough as a rock!" Anna shouted back before the crowd swallowed her whole.

My lips pressed into a thin line. Maybe Lea was right. Maybe I had to stop trying to push her and instead just give her space, trusting that she'd open up in her own time.

Still… didn't mean I had to like it.

"Sorry about earlier, by the way."

I gave a tiny jolt as Maren suddenly spoke up. Fudge, I'd forgotten she was here. Not quite sure what she was talking about, I turned a bemused smile towards her, "Oh?"

"Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable by drooling over your man," she grinned and shrugged, swirling the liquid about her flute. "I was only teasing anyhow since I didn't think you two were serious, but I never would have in the first place if I'd known."

"...known what…?" I arched an eyebrow, just now becoming aware of the fact that I'd idly brought the glass up to my lips again. Whatever, two sips weren't going to hurt me.

"That you're in love with him."

I choked and spluttered on my drink.

Sorry, who's in what with huh now?!

Wheezing for breath as my face flared up red, I asked, "In love? Who said anything about-"

"It's okay, nothing to get all bashful over," Maren cooed, free hand flicking a dismissive wave. "Anna told me."

My eyes narrowed. "Told you what exactly?"

"I believe her exact words were true love," she used air quotes with a snigger.

"Ugh, Anna," I grumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose. "You know how she is. Just take everything she says with a grain of salt."

Maren cocked her head, a shrewd glint to her eye now. "So then you're saying it isn't love?"

I twitched, cheeks warming again. "I, er… well I never said... um…" Why did this question make me nervous? With a start, I realized my anxious hand had raised the flute to my mouth yet again. Gah! Someone take this thing away from me, I was turning into a friggin' lush over here! Swiftly depositing the glass onto the tray of a passing-by waiter, I cleared my throat and wrung my hands together. "I, uh… I'd rather not talk about it."

She considered me momentarily. Then a knowing smirk spread across her face and she simply shrugged again, looking past me now. "I'll say this for your boy. He certainly seems to be handling the gauntlet well."

"The gauntlet?" I asked, turning to follow her gaze. There Lea stood, a bit of ways off with Mother still on his arm, the pair of them surrounded by what looked to be a small army of my relatives. I frowned, "...you don't think they're giving him too hard of a time, do you?"

"You kidding? Our family is a bunch of vultures who can smell lower-middle class from a mile away and trust me, they're tearing into him like a fresh carcass. Correction, politely tearing into him," she snorted, downing the last of her beverage before swapping it out with a fresh one from the tray of a different waiter. "Love or no, it's not everyone who'll put up with that BS. He must really care about you."

...they probably were indeed putting him through the wringer over there. You wouldn't know it by looking at him, for he was all big grins and loud laughs and modest hair ruffling. But you could see it in the faces of my relatives. In their smiles that were just a little too plastic and in their eyes flashing with poorly concealed disdain.

Perhaps this was why we had been invited to the ball. My parents had indeed wanted to teach a lesson, only not to me but to Lea. Try and make it clear to him how unsuitable and unacceptable they thought it was for him to be with their daughter. That no matter how he dressed himself up, they'd always consider him unworthy and lesser than. That he would never belong in this world… never belong with me.

And yet, he didn't seem to be fazed by any of the subtle yet nasty snobbery. He was still just as bright and cheerful as ever. He was putting himself through all of this and for what? He was getting nothing in return. He was going out of his way and turning his life upside down, all just out of the goodness of his heart and to help a friend.

I'm not sure what exactly compelled me to do it. Maybe it was this foreign, tingly sensation tugging inside my chest. Or maybe it was just the champagne talking. Either way, I quietly excused myself from Maren as my feet started walking forward, pushing my way through the other guests and heading straight for Lea.

Coming to a stop behind him, I reached for his sleeve with a soft, "Pardon me."

He whipped around at the sound of my voice, eyes lighting up. "Need something, El?"

"Could I borrow you for just one moment?" I smiled up at him, slipping my hand into his.

"Course!" He looked back to my mother and the rest of that little group. "If you'll excuse me, ladies and gents, I'll be back in a jiff!"

Entwining our fingers together, I lead him a few steps away from my relatives, just enough to be out of earshot. When I turned to face him again, he grinned, "So what can I do for ya?"

I didn't say anything, just crooked a finger. Probably assuming I wanted to whisper something in his ear, he ducked his head down next to mine. I then gently cradled one of his cheeks in my hand and pressed a kiss to the other.

Except it wasn't so much his cheek I kissed as the corner of his mouth.

I blame the champagne.

Because really, what other logical explanation was there?

His whole body tensed, his eyes growing round and unblinking. As I started to pull away and take a step back however, one of his hands shot out to snag me around the waist. Pulling me back to him, he nuzzled his nose to mine, gaze hooded as he murmured, "You missed."

Ignoring that little flutter in my chest, the corners of my eyes crinkled as I hitched my chin slightly. "I suppose I did. I was aiming for your cheek."

"Right… cheek… that's what I meant," Lea released a breathy chuckle as he let me go now and straightened back up to his full height. "So, uh… what was that for anyway?"

I gave a low, thoughtful hum. "...just a small thank you for everything you've been doing for me. These last couple of weeks can't have been easy for you... putting up with this silly, harebrained scheme, not to mention juggling it with your school and job too. And now on top of all of that, you have to deal with my haughty and condescending family as well."

"Psh, it's nothing," he brushed off with a laugh, scratching his cheek. "I can handle a lil passive aggressive crap from these pompous old farts easy. Trust me, I've dealt with a way worse, so don't even sweat it, El. If this is what'll help ya out, I'm more than happy to do it!"

"But it's not just that. If it weren't for you, I think I might have gone out of my mind over the past weeks dreading seeing my parents again. But you kept me calm… and actually also kind of made it a bit fun too. And you've also always just been so supportive, which has meant a great deal to me. I don't know if or how I'll ever truly be able to repay you for all of this madness, but just know that I… I'm very grateful for all that you've done." Then a slow, tiny smirk tugged at one side of my lips. "...plus, now maybe you can finally rinse off your nose. It has been getting a bit smelly."

Both his hands shot up to clamp over said nose. "Shit, does it really?"

I gave him a flat look. "I was kidding. Please tell me you weren't actually serious about never washing it again after I kissed it last week."

"Dead serious," he beamed as his hands lowered. "And jokes on you, cuz now neither my nose or this spot are ever gonna know the touch of soap again!" He pointed a finger to the corner of his grin, just now drawing my attention to the fact that my lipstick had left a faint mark there.

A noise emitted from my throat that was part scoff, part snort. "Come here," I sighed, reaching a hand up to wipe it away.

However, he snatched my wrist, stopping my thumb a centimeter short of his skin. "And just what do ya think you're doing, Missy?"

"I got some of my lipstick on you, I was just-"

"Leave it," he winked. "It's a gift from my fair maiden. I'm gonna wear it proudly, like a badge of honor. Now if you'll 'scuse me, a gaggle of your persnickety relatives are still just dying to rip me a new one. I shan't keep them waiting any longer." Planting a quick peck to the back of my hand, he said, "Be back at your side before ya know it. Try not to miss me too much."

I crossed my arms, shaking my head as I watched him go. As he rejoined that group with Mother, I couldn't help but overhear one of my aunts commenting, "Lea dear, you got a little…" Her lips pursed and she swiped a finger at the corner of her mouth, causing my face to warm as I realized she was referring to the lipstick.

It only roasted more when Lea declared boisterously, "Hell yeah I do!"

If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find a rock to hide under now.

Burying my face in one hand, I spun around and made a fast retreat.

"I saw that."

My step faltered as I heard those words and I glanced over, discovering Anna had appeared practically out of thin air to fall in step beside me, a wide cheshire grin stretching across her features.

A crease emerged between my eyebrows. "Saw…? I'm not sure I-"

"Don't play coy with me," she said smugly as she nudged my shoulder with hers. "You know exactly what I mean."

My head tilted to the right. "...you're referring to the kiss? That was just for show," I averted my gaze, dropping my voice to a whisper so as not to be overhead.

"Sis, please. There's being a couple, and then there's being a couple. I can't help but notice you two have been getting awful cozy this weekend, going a bit above and beyond. Maybe it is just all part of the act, but you do realize that there's no bonus points for any extracurriculars, right?" her eyebrows bounced.

A soft hmph. "Anna, you're reading too much into things. It was nothing. Really. Just… just the champagne bubbles going straight to my head, that's all."

"Champagne?" she blinked and frowned at me. "...didn't I tell you? That was apple cider I handed you earlier. Of the totally non-alcoholic variety. Figured you'd want to keep a sober head tonight."

"Cider?" my head jerked back.

"Yup! What, you didn't realize that when you tasted it?" she giggled.

"No, I… guess I was too distracted…" I mumbled, hugging one arm around my abdomen while I brought the other up to bite down into my thumbnail.

Oh gosh, then… all that back there with Lea hadn't been just the champagne talking?

...oh no. My crush was gaining in power, able to control me without me even realizing it now. Today was just my body, but tomorrow? The world.

But that was a matter for another time. Right now, I just needed to focus on surviving this weekend. Putting a pin in it and shoving it back to the deepest, darkest, furthest recesses of my mind where I tended to put any other emotions I didn't know how to deal with, I glanced back to Anna.

...okay, I knew what Lea had told me. I knew that pushing and prodding at her had gotten me nowhere so far. And I knew I had decided but a few mere moments ago to let her be so that she could talk to me when she was ready. But right now, she seemed so content and carefree, just like she always had been with me. Well, that is, up until yesterday, of course. But maybe… just maybe it wouldn't hurt to try one more time.

I took a deep breath. "Anna, I was hoping-"

"Ahhh! Do you see the size of that chocolate cake?! I'm gonna-"

No. Not again. Not this time.

My sister has barely made it two steps before I'd seized her by the wrist, making her stumble into an awkward stop. With a huff of frustration, I snapped, "Anna! Can we please for one minute just-" However, the words died on my tongue when she looked back at me, eyes wide and face stark white. Feeling a small pang in my chest, I released her, my hands fidgeting together. Tucking in my lower lip, I struggled to find the right thing to say to her. If I only knew what that was. Finally, I just settled on, "Please, just… know that I'm here for you. Whatever's troubling you, you can always come to me about anything. Anything at all."

She didn't say a word. Her expression didn't change. There was just the barest hint of a quiver to her bottom lip. Then she took a small step back before turning and running off.

And I just let her, left at a complete and utter loss in her wake.

Author's Note: Ooooo dRaMa! Haha I can't help but laugh because it's so rare for me to write it xD Anyhoo, Yelena made her appearance this chapter! I know she's not a bad guy in the F2 movie, more just a very stern, no-nonsense character. Carrying THOSE traits over into this story however, it kind of turns her a bit into a sorta bad guy, but really only cuz she's reacting to the facts she's been dealt and those facts? Do NOT look good xD Minor fun fact: The Fryse ballroom here is based off Arendelle's castle ballroom from the first Frozen movie! Minor fun fact 2: The ice cream this chapter, Crabclaw, is named after Atlantica's keyblade and I imagine its description on the menu would look something like: "This butter-infused ice cream topped with sweet cooked crab will have you partying under the sea in no time!" This is based on real ice cream that's sold out there somewhere in the world (for real! google it!), except replace crab with lobster (I figured it would probably work out close enough!)

Next chapter, will Elsa finally get to the bottom of what's bugging Anna? And what's that I see on the horizon? Could it be? Is the dreaded, the feared, The Talk (TM) at last upon us? Will Lea ever correctly guess Elsa's favorite ice cream? And just what IS Gramps secret for keeping it so tight for a man his age? Possibly that "Flower Gleam and Glow" anti-aging cream mentioned back in chapter 21 xD In any case, stay tuned!

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Billboard #1s 1977

Under the cut.

Marilyn McCoo & Billy Davis, Jr. – “You Don’t Have To Be A Star (To Be In My Show)” -- January 8, 1977

They will be happy with each other as they are, not needing a "star." It sounds literal, like they think most people only want to have relationships with celebrities. It's got some bounce and a beat, but it's very light and not poetic at all. Meh.

Leo Sayer – “You Make Me Feel Like Dancing” -- January 15, 1977

Shouty falsetto. It might be disco if it were faster. I am not listening to this whole thing, because it will give me a headache.

Stevie Wonder – “I Wish” -- January 22, 1977

One of the greatest musical intros. It's a funk song about nostalgia, wishing for childhood again, and I normally hate that. But the music is amazing.

Rose Royce – “Car Wash” -- January 29, 1977

This was an intro song for a movie of the same name. I had no idea. I just thought someone decided to sing about working at a car wash randomly. The song is a little bit Motown, a little bit disco. It's fun.

Mary MacGregor – “Torn Between Two Lovers” -- February 5, 1977

It's slow, it's soppy, and it's about how she's cheating on "you" with someone else. She truly loves you, but she's not gonna stop seeing the other guy, whom she loves too. It sounds like she wants to try this whole poly thing she's heard about. But is the guy she's singing to gonna be okay with that? Probably not. Most people aren't. Maybe though. I don't care. For being about a subject that should be heartrending, this song sure is boring.

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band – “Blinded By The Light” -- February 19, 1977

This version made it to #1. Bruce Springsteen's original didn't even make it to the charts. This version is really bad -- it sounds like a recitation surrounded by goop, not a song. Bruce Springsteen's version is one of my favorite songs. I am going to sulk now.

Eagles – “New Kid In Town” -- February 26, 1977

Huh, an Eagles hit I've never heard before. This is about fame, how everyone loves you at first, then forgets you when the next big thing comes along. They try to shoehorn some stuff about romance in -- "Will she still love you when you're not around?" -- but it doesn't really flow. Also the song sounds like it should be playing in the background of a cabana. Fittingly for a song worried people will forget them, I have already forgotten this song.

Barbra Streisand – “Love Theme From A Star Is Born (Evergreen)” -- March 5, 1977

I listened to this song for 30 seconds. No more. I cannot stand Barbra Streisand. I don't think I'd like this song anyway, as it's glop, but maybe a different singer could have made it tolerable.

Daryl Hall & John Oates – “Rich Girl” -- March 26, 1977

Rich girls get picked on while rich boys are the ones who usually get away with everything. This song was actually originally about a rich guy, too. It would have been better. It's still good musically, but it misses the mark. Not that rich girls don't also get away with plenty, but compare and contrast what happened to Paris Hilton for her venial sins, versus the entire existence of Donald Trump.

ABBA – “Dancing Queen” -- April 9, 1977

ABBA was a good group. They were hated on, and now they're more likely to be exalted. They didn't deserve the hate (save it for the Bee Gees), but they're not the second coming or anything either. They were just a good, fun group. This song can be danced to, but it's a song more about dance than a dancing song. It's a rare song observing a young woman dancing while identifying with her, rather than lusting after her. "You can dance/ You can jive/ Having the time of your life." It's good.

David Soul – “Don’t Give Up On Us” -- April 16, 1977

The narrator did something really bad last night. Cheating? Worse? Now he's telling his lover not to "give up on us." As soft as the song is, "tell" is the word, not "ask." And he doesn't apologize once. Also, David Soul was a professional actor, but there's no worry in his voice; he's nothing but smooth and assured here. Blech.

Thelma Houston – “Don’t Leave Me This Way” -- April 23, 1977

It's disco with a large dose of Motown, or Motown with a large dose of disco. Either way, it works. Everything lines up with precision, and then Thelma Houston comes in over all of it with huge emotion. The contrast is sort of fascinating. Oh, and her huge emotion is that she wants sex. "Then come on, satisfy the need in me/ 'Cause only your good loving can set me free." She's not begging, but she's not exactly commanding either. It's really good.

Glen Campbell – “Southern Nights” -- April 30, 1977

It's Kidz Bop honky tonk. That's probably not fair; Glen Campbell grew up in a family of poor sharecroppers in Arkansas. But it's what I hear. It's happy clappy, and scrubbed clean of anything real.

Eagles – “Hotel California” -- May 7, 1977

Whatever you think this song is about, it's not about that. The Eagles wrote it with a mish-mash of stuff in mind, but mostly trying to be ambiguous. What that means is that whatever you think this song is about, it is about that. It's a choose your own adventure psychological horror song. I love it. It makes me happy in that way that good poetry and good music do -- and this is both.

Leo Sayer – “When I Need You” -- May 14, 1977

This song is cheese. Absolute, unadulterated cheese. But it's not bad cheese. It's a good solid cheddar. It's slow but not too slow, soft but not too soft, and it manages some interesting percussion. And Sayer sings like he means it. It's about missing his lover while he's on the road, and he imagines she's with him to get by. "When I need you/ I just close my eyes and I'm with you." It sounds kind of like a Broadway ballad. It's enjoyable.

Stevie Wonder – “Sir Duke” -- May 21, 1977

A song about Duke Ellington, which is a subject I approve of. Stevie Wonder also lists a few more legends, including one of my favorites: "And with a voice like Ella's ringing out/ There's no way the band can lose." It's a love song to music itself. It's sort of big band, sort of funk, and sort of Motown, and it works. The lyrics do get too repetitive for me near the end, though.

KC & The Sunshine Band – “I’m Your Boogie Man” -- June 11, 1977

It's a wordplay on the "bogie man" monster. But the boogie man wants to show up and give you whatever you want whenever you want however you want. Sexually. The song actually has more lyrics than most KC & The Sunshine Band songs, but it's still a song to dance to. Not to have sex to. But for dancing? Yep, it's good.

Fleetwood Mac – “Dreams” -- June 18, 1977

YAY! Okay so I have no interest in Fleetwood Mac without Lindsay Buckingham and Stevie Nicks. But when they joined in 1975, Fleetwood Mac became truly great. And this song is from Rumours, which is their best album (forged out of a hell of a lot of intragroup pain), and written and sung by Stevie Nicks, who was their best artist. My parents played this record and their previous self-titled one all the time. I didn't fully understand the songs when I was a kid, but I loved them. As I grew old enough to understand them, I loved them more. And now I love them more than that. I can't analyze this song. I love it too much.

Marvin Gaye – “Got To Give It Up (Part 1)” -- June 25, 1977

At first, he was uncomfortable at parties and didn't want to dance. But then he loosened up enough to dance, pretty obviously as a way to pick up chicks. There's the horrible line "Let me step into your erotic zone." The music is experimental. Marvin Gaye's falsetto is fine, but it's still a falsetto the whole damn song. And there are people making party noises in the background the whole time. I find this song painful.

Bill Conti – “Gonna Fly Now (Theme From Rocky) -- July 2, 1977

You know this instrumental, you've heard it tons. It's a good movie theme -- I think. It's hard to say, when it's something that's been so often present in so many different contexts in my life.

Alan O’Day – “Undercover Angel” -- July 9, 1977

The undercover angel is a make believe woman from a sex dream. At the end of the song, he's telling "you" that you remind him of the undercover angel, so you must be meant to be with him. It's an extended "I've seen you in my dreams" pickup line. It's so dumb.

Shaun Cassidy – “Da Doo Ron Ron” -- July 16, 1977

This is an excruciatingly boring cover of The Crystals' classic 60s girl group song.

Barry Manilow – “Looks Like We Made It” -- July 23, 1977

He's singing to an ex. They both "made it" because they found other people. Until "Looks like we made it/ Or I thought so till today/ Until you were there everywhere." If they get back together it's not going to be easy, because they'll be leaving relationships that seem happy. I don't think they'll get back together -- besides, she may not feel anything for him any more. It's a more complex song than it sounds. And Barry Manilow sure can sing. I wish he'd gone with the jazz songs he preferred, but then he wouldn't have been hugely successful. He decided to pull the rhinestone cowboy trick, and I can't blame him. He did make the soppy 70s charts more tolerable than they would have otherwise been.

Andy Gibb – “I Just Want To Be Your Everything” -- July 30, 1977

For instance, without Barry Manilow, Andy Gibb would probably have had more hits. Gibb's voice is thin. If you're going to sing a line like "Oh, if I, if I stay here without you darlin' I will die," you need some power and drama behind it. This guy sounds like he's trying to sell kitchen tile. It's a relatively fast song, but the beat is somehow irritating too. Blech.

The Emotions – “Best Of My Love” -- August 20, 1977

It starts with a blast of horns, and then a blast of singing. Then the chorus is quieter than the rest, which is weird to me. I can't put my finger on why this song bores me, but it does.

Meco – “Star Wars Theme/Cantina Band” -- October 1, 1977

A disco mashup of the Star Wars theme with the cantina band theme. That happened. I love John Williams' music and I think he deserves credit for at least half of Star Wars' success. But I think this remix sounds extremely dumb. Someone slowed down the cantina band theme a couple years ago and that sounds very noir and cool. This doesn't.

Debby Boone – “You Light Up My Life” -- October 15, 1977

The person who wrote this song was completely and absolutely terrible. But Debby Boone isn't. She's a Christian singer, but seems to be one of the nice ones, not the wingnut fundie ones. Anyway, she wasn't a Christian singer in 1977 (though she was Christian). And she had a good voice. But she sings this song painfully slowly. It sounds like she comes in after where she's supposed to come in and then draws out the notes longer than she's supposed to. I don't know if that's her or the song itself. I sped up the song to 1.25 and it's a little more palatable, but it's still bad. It's a trudge. I don't feel lit up after this.

The Bee Gees – “How Deep Is Your Love” -- December 24, 1977

It's not falsetto, though Barry Gibb does go uncomfortably high some. But it's still very bad. It's a string of bland cliches over bland music. And the weird 70s male romance song entitlement: "And it's me you need to show/ How deep is your love?" Shut up.

BEST OF 1977 -- "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac WORST OF 1977 -- "Star Wars Theme/Cantina Band" by Meco. People really would disco to anything, huh?

#billboard number ones

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gryffindorcls · 4 years

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I'd love to see "2 I'm cold" ♡

I had Valentine’s Day on the brain when I was writing this one!

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February 15th

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Marinette groaned and pulled her blanket over her head after a second volley of loud knocks sounded against the hatch on her floor. She was too tired to wake up, and she was too comfortable to move. In an attempt to block out the disturbance, Marinette snuggled further into her nest of warmth and softness. She squeezed her eyes shut when she heard the hatch slowly creak open.

“Princess?” Adrien’s voice filled the room. “Where are you?”

“She’s not here,” Marinette mumbled into her pillow, “Try again later.”

He chuckled. “Do I need to come up there and get you?”

“NO!”

“I’m coming up.”

“No, Adrien, let me sleep!”

“Too late!”

Within a matter of seconds, her boyfriend’s head peered over the edge of the wooden platform that lofted her bed above her room. The weight of Adrien’s body caused the far end of her mattress to creak under the pressure.

“I will tickle your feet if you don’t get up,” he warned with a teasing lilt in his voice.

Marinette quickly pulled her legs against her body. “Why are you being so mean?”

“Because I can’t wait to spend the day with the most beautiful girl in the world.”

She sat up and was met by two bright green eyes and a lopsided smile. “Aww, Adrien, that’s so sweet!”

“I can be cute sometimes.”

“No, you’re cute all the time, but it’s too early for your cuteness.”

“It’s ten o’clock, Marinette.”

“And we had to fight four Akumas yesterday. FOUR. That’s three more than one. And we didn’t finish fighting the last one until one o’clock this morning.”

Adrien scooted next to her and pulled her into a tight embrace. “I know, but it’s not every year that February 15th falls on a Saturday. This is our day.”

She relaxed against his chest. “I know. If only Valentine’s Day wasn’t so terrible for us every year. I’m starting to think that Hawkmoth has no life.”

“Really? You’re just picking up on that now?”

“I wish we could celebrate Valentine’s Day on the actual day like every other couple.”

He pulled away. “But you and I are not like every other couple.”

“Hmmm. I guess you’re right.” She gave him a gentle peck on the lips. “We’re pretty super.”

“Please let me kiss you again for saying that pun!” Adrien begged.

She giggled. “Nope! You wanted me up, so now you have to let me get ready. Save the kisses for when I’m looking a little better.”

“But you look beautiful right now!” He pulled her close. “You always do! You are more radiant than the sun!”

“How poetic.”

“It’s true.”

“Well, thank you. Now let me go!”

He dropped his arms with a flourish and pouted. “Fine. Go get ready. Just leave me up here all by myself!”

“You’re so dramatic sometimes.” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “That should tide you over until I’m done.”

Without waiting to see Adrien’s reaction, Marinette climbed down the ladder, walked to her closet, and pulled out a light pink, long-sleeved dress with a fitted bodice and a knee-length circle skirt. She held the garment up to the light and bit her lip. Today was her day to finally celebrate with Adrien, and she really didn’t want to wear jeans.

“Hey, Adrien?” she called across the room.

“Mmmhmm,” Adrien responded, “What’s up?”

“How cold was it outside before you came into the bakery?”

“It was pretty brisk. The wind made the air feel extra cold. You should bundle up.”

“And what are our plans for today?”

“The same thing we do every February 15th. We’re going to brunch at our favorite cafe, and then we're going to the drugstore to buy several boxes of discounted chocolate truffles before heading back here to watch five hours of movies.”

“And we’re walking right?”

“Yes...will that be a problem? I didn’t think you liked having my bodyguard accompany us on all our dates.”

She took another look at the dress. “No, that won’t be a problem.”

“I should be okay if I wear tights,” she thought, “Besides, I’ll be wearing a hat, mittens, and a scarf along with my jacket. I’ll be fine.”

With a determined nod, she got dressed, ran into the bathroom, quickly styled her hair into a low bun, and applied neutral make-up. After giving herself a once over in the mirror, she hurried back to her room and put on her winter outerwear.

“I’m back!” she announced.

Adrien scrambled down the ladder. “Does that mean that my Princess is ready to go?”

“Yeah, just let me grab my purse. Does Plagg want to join Tikki in my bag today?”

A tiny black blur shot out from behind Adrien’s collar and stopped in front of Marinette’s face. “Yes, it does. You two and your silly rituals. Blech!”

Tikki zipped next to Plagg and poked him in the stomach. “Stop it! I think it’s wonderful. AND they worked hard yesterday with all the angry love Akumas. They deserve a day for themselves.”

“We worked hard, too, Sugarcube. Ugh, and they always get so mushy. Why do we need to see that on our day off?”

“Because it’s sweet.”

“Oh, yeah? Good to know your sweet-tooth is being satisfied. I’m starving. Adrien forgot to feed me this morning. If they’re gazing into each other’s eyes all day, who’s going to give me cheese?”

“Hey!” Adrien glared at his Kwami. “I said that I would feed you at the cafe.”

“You’re always thinking about your stomach.” Tikki crossed her arms.

Plagg threw his paws into the air. “Well, someone has to!”

“You know, it’s February 15th for us, as well.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re right. We do need to rest, and I was looking forward to spending some time with you today. Just you and me inside Marinette’s bag. Maybe some cheese and cookies, as well.”

“We need more than just one day to make up for yesterday.”

“If you’re not going to be nice, then you can spend the whole day by yourself!” Tikki flew into Marinette’s bag with a huff.

“Sugarcube, wait! I’m sorry!” Plagg dove into the purse and snapped the top of it closed.

Marinette’s gaze slowly shifted away from her bag and eventually landed on Adrien. The second her eyes met his, both teens began laughing uncontrollably.

“What are we going to do with those two?” Marinette said, holding her stomach.

Adrien wiped a tear away from his right eye. “I told you we weren’t a normal couple, Bugaboo!”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I know I’m right. We are an extraordinary couple.”

Marinette grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the hatch. “Come on, kitty-cat. Let’s go enjoy our day!”

Adrien followed without hesitation. Soon enough, they were making their way down the sidewalk hand in hand. When they reached the cafe, Marinette resisted the urge to chatter her teeth. Her legs were freezing.

After taking off her coat and putting it on the back of her chair, Adrien paused and looked at her in awe.

“Princess,” he began, “I know you look amazing every day, but I must say that you make that dress look stunning.”

She cocked her head to the side. “Don’t you mean that the dress makes me look stunning?”

“No, the clothes don’t wear you, Marinette. You wear the clothes. The only reason that dress looks good is because the person wearing it is you.”

She felt her cheeks grow warm. “Flirt.”

“Ahh, yes, but I’m your flirt!”

They spent their time at the cafe laughing, talking, and relaxing. Even though it was no longer Valentine’s Day, she still felt the love that radiated off both of them.

When their identities had been revealed three years ago, she never pictured that their relationship would grow into something this beautiful. Not only were she and Adrien dating, but they were best friends. They were partners. They were made for each other.

After taking their time at brunch, they left the cafe and made their way to the drugstore. Once they had purchased a dozen discounted boxes of chocolate, they headed back to the bakery with their spoils.

Halfway through their trip back, Marinette’s teeth began clacking together.

“Is that you, Princess?” Adrien asked, turning his head towards her.

“Y-yes,” she responded quietly.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m cold. Even though you told me to bundle up, I wanted to wear something nice. I should have listened to you. Now my legs are stiff and frozen.”

“Oh, Marinette, you could have worn a paper bag, and you’d still be beautiful. Come here.”

In one sweeping motion, Adrien scooped her up and began carrying her bridal style down the street.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked.

He kissed the top of her head. “Making the most of my day with the girl of my dreams.”

She giggled. “Happy February 15th, Adrien.”

“Happy February 15th, Princess.”

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #my fic #adrein agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adreinette #post reveal #established relationship #Valentine's Day #February 15th #One-shot #fanfiction #ao3 #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #LITERALLY JUST FLUFF

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holidaywishes · 4 years

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All Roads Lead To You I

Part 1: From Buildings to Beaches

Summary of series: JJ took a job at the old Samson Estate -- mostly mowing lawns, cleaning Mr. Samson’s yacht and serving at his dinner parties -- for the sole purpose of distracting himself from the fact that he seemed to be the only one left from the crew. Sarah and John B. were still “lost at sea” after almost a year and Pope and Kie were... well, they were becoming Pope and Kie, so he needed something to occupy his time. When a new girl comes to town, JJ thinks it’s the perfect way to let off some steam but it may be more difficult than he anticipated.

Summary of chapter: Adelaide Samson hasn’t been in North Carolina since she was six years old but now that her favourite cousin, Alexis, is turning 18 she’s back for a short visit -- that might last longer than she intended.

Warning: Little bit of angst, lot of exposition/introduction, little bit of fluff

Author’s Note: I hope you like it and I want to give a shoutout to @ptersparkers for writing an awesome imagine also with a female New Yorker coming to steal JJ’s heart. While mine’s much more tame than theirs, I wanted to add their name in case there’s any similarities or overlapping themes but, also, to give credit where credit is due! Also, I did it again. I came up with a name for the Female character but you’re obviously allowed to replace it with yours -- I just liked the name that’s all. Have Fun!

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Addy’s P.O.V

Alexis called you frantic one day, asking what she should do for her birthday

“Come out to New York. Aren’t you tired of the beach?” you joked

“Aren’t you tired of the crowds?” she joked back

“Touché but seriously. The last time you were here was what? Like five years ago?”

“Yeah because..” she struggled to come up with an excuse, “because.. I don’t know. I like the beach and the sun and the laid back attitude here. I panic too much when I’m in the City.”

“That’s just because you haven’t spent enough time here...” you insisted

“I’m turning 18, Ads,” Alexis whined, “I want, no scratch that, I need to do something amazing.”

“What are your options?” you finally asked

“Honestly? At this point, we’re only throwing around the idea of a Yacht party...”

“Blech,” you said in disgust, “that sounds like your mom was throwing out ideas.”

“Maybe...” she joked before sighing loudly, “help me out! The whole Yacht thing is not really my first choice but it’s all I’ve got right now. I can’t come to New York City”

“And why not?” you asked, feigning insult

“Because the people I would invite would be too.. stuck up about where they’d want to go”

“Doesn’t that say something about your friends?” you questioned

“Come to the OBX”

“Lexi..” you sighed

“Why won’t you come back?”

“Why won’t you come here?”

“I already answered that” she said

“I can’t come back to the Outer Banks”

“Why not?!”

“Because.. I haven’t been back there in years. I just.. I wouldn’t know what to do there..”

“Celebrate my birthday with me. Drink some beer. Surf a little”

“Ah see, no. I don’t surf. I don’t know how and I don’t care to learn. I’ll hang out on land or on a boat.”

“Paddle board then”

“Hold on, are you telling me that you know how to surf?” you asked, chirping her a little because it seemed so far off from something she would actually do

“Yes I’ve been learning how to surf. I’ve got a great teacher...” she lied but you pretended like you didn’t hear it

“Okay..” you smiled to yourself, thinking you could catch her in a lie, “fine. I’ll come out there. For you, for your birthday. But I won’t stay longer than the weekend.”

“YAY!” she exclaimed, practically bursting your ear drum with her high-pitched squeal, “I’m so excited! We’re gonna have fun. So much fun, you’ll never want to leave The Outer Banks.”

“I highly doubt that.”

JJ’s P.O.V

“I need you at full attention, JJ” Mr. Samson said, appearing beside you as you prepared the lawnmower

“Sir?” you asked confused

“Turns out my daughter’s coming into town. I haven’t seen her in.. wow, 10 years,” he sighed, “I need the lawn and the house to be perfect.”

“Yes sir” you replied, nodding to Mr. Samson who thanked you before walking away

“Thanks, son” he said as he got to the patio and you smiled at his words. While you finished working on the lawn, you noticed Kiara and Pope pull up in front and you shook your head at their arrival.

“JJ!” Kiara yelled, “JJ COME ON!”

“You can’t ignore us forever man!” Pope called

“I’m not ignoring you,” you replied, turning back toward the house to put the lawnmower in the shed, “I’m just working.”

“They’re gone, JJ!” Kie shouted, sighing when you finally stopped walking, your back still to them, “we’re just trying to live our lives. It’s been almost a year!”

“You guys just gave up!” you shouted and both Pope and Kie took a step back in shock, “no one found their bodies. No one knows for sure what happened to them. It was up to us to keep looking for them but you both gave up!”

“We didn’t! We just..” she said, glancing at Pope briefly before she looked back at you, “we had to think realistically about their chances.”

“They could still be alive!”

“JJ!” Pope yelled, trying to get you to calm down, “they’re gone. What’s it gonna take for you to accept that?” You nodded your head slowly, moving your tongue against the inside of your bottom lip before eventually turning away

“I gotta get back to work. See you around.” you answered snidely, waving your hand above your head as the words exited your throat.

“JJ?” you heard a voice softly call to you but you didn’t see anyone so you ignored it, “JJ?”

“WHAT?” you snapped when you heard the voice again, finally seeing Alexis pop out from around the corner

“I’m sorry...” she said, standing more than arms length away from you, “I didn’t want to interrupt. I can come back”

“No, I’m sorry, Lex,” you sighed, “what’s up?”

“Well...” she started, “I have a favour to ask but you can feel free to say no, because it’s kinda weird and --“

“What’s the favour Alexis?” you smiled at her ramblings

“My cousin is coming into town from New York. I told her.. I’ve been learning to surf...” she said while a look of embarrassment rushed across her face

“You want me to teach you how to surf before your cousin gets here? When is she coming?”

“She’s your boss’s daughter. Didn’t he tell you?”

“Ah shit,” you smirked, dropping your head to the ground, “didn’t even think about that. She’ll be here in like two days, I can’t teach you how to surf in two days...”

“No see that’s the thing!” she exclaimed, “I don’t need you to actually teach me how to surf. I just need you to pretend like you’ve been teaching me how to surf. There’s no way Addy is actually gonna ask me to ‘show how my skills’ so as long as you talk me up and I talk your teaching skills up, she’ll never know!”

“You really think so?”

“Maybe?” she sighed, her voice rising as her shoulders shrugged, “look, I have never had anything to.. brag about to my cousin. She may be one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, like truly a compassionate soul, but she’s like... effortlessly cool? She lives in New York City, I mean come on”

“It’s just a City, Lex, doesn’t make her cool” you laughed

“Everyone I’ve ever met falls at her feet. I just want to have something that she doesn’t.”

“And that one thing is surfing?”

“Yeah! Yes!” she smiled, “there’s no surfing in New York, at least not that I know of, and she told me she has no interest in learning how to surf. Which means, if we can trick her into thinking I’ve been learning, I’ll have something over her.”

“Fine,” you agreed, “but how exactly do you suggest we do this?”

“We’ll be very strategic with bringing in boards so she can see me holding one,” she explained, “I’ll make sure to get her to come to the beach when the two of us are already there, so she can catch us in the water... on the boards obviously...”

“Right. Okay, I think I get it. You wanna lie to her. I’m great at lying, ask anyone,” you boasted, “will I be getting something out of this?”

“You mean am I gonna pay you?” she asked and you smiled, “No, but nice try. Consider it.. an extension of the job you already have.”

“I don’t really see what I’m getting then..”

“You’re getting the joy of knowing you get to brag about yourself,” she smirked, “which I know you’ll love.”

“Only because everyone should realize how awesome I am,” you laughed and she smiled hopefully at you, “fine. I’ll do it.”

“Thank you, JJ!” She squealed, hugging you as she did so, “you’re the best!”

“That I am” you replied as she took herself off of you and headed back toward the house. It was an odd request but Alexis was a nice girl so you didn’t see the harm in aiding her lie. Plus, you knew you could probably have some fun with it so why not add it to the list of distractions for the summer?

Addy’s P.O.V

You drove into the Outer Banks so that no one would have to worry about picking you up and so you could try to surprise Alexis, but you hadn’t planned on getting there so early in the morning. It was clear to you that your parents were trying to woo you back into the OBX life when you saw the entire house staff frantically cleaning for, what they thought, was your afternoon arrival. You snickered to yourself before heading to the kitchen.

“Hello doll,” a woman said to you as you walked through the door, “are you lost?” Clearly, your picture wasn’t plastered around the house like you thought they’d be, or maybe the only pictures your parents had were before you went away, so the staff had no idea who you were. Which meant you could fly under the radar for a bit.

“I don’t think so, just a little late. I’m supposed to be helping prepare some of the food for when Mr. and Mrs. Samson’s daughter comes into town.” You said with a shy smile, hoping the woman would believe you

“Perfect! You’re in the right place then. My name is Sharon and you are...” she asked and you felt a slight panic in your chest as you tried to think of a name

“Adelaide!” You heard a familiar voice call from behind you, “Adelaide Samson, why are you tryin’ to trick your daddy’s staff?” You turned around to see one of the only people you remembered from your childhood at the Estate

“Ms. Margaret?” you exclaimed, “you’re still here?”

“Of course I’m still here, darlin’, now are you gonna answer my question or not?” she asked

“What questio-- oh...” you stammered, “I didn’t mean any harm Ms. Margaret, I just wanted to see if I could.. be someone other than Mr. and Mrs. Samson’s daughter.”

“You know you’re more than that.” She said, dropping her hip as she scolded you, “Well, since you’re back here, wanna help prepare the food?”

“I’d be delighted” you answered and she set you up in front of two bowls, asking you to begin prepping the peas for blanching; cutting the top of the pod, pulling down the fiber along the middle and emptying the pod into the second bowl, repeating until the first bowl was empty. You let your mind wander as you did the tedious work, being jolted back to the kitchen when you heard your mother’s voice. “She can’t know I’m here, Ms. Margaret!” you exclaimed, hiding behind the cabinets

“Mrs. Samson, how are you doing today?” Margaret asked

“I’m doing well, Margaret, thank you for asking. How are you?” your mother reciprocated

“Very well, Mrs. Samson, can I help you with anything?”

“No No,” she replied, that infamous lilt in her voice you’d know anywhere, “I’m just checking that everything is going smoothly in here. Say, Margaret, Sharon,” she stopped, a question rising on her tongue, “have you seen my Adelaide? I think that’s her car out front but she’s not there. Neither her father nor I have seen her yet, I thought maybe she’d wandered into the kitchen. She did always do that when she was young...”

“She was a wanderer, your young Adelaide,” Margaret answered with a smile, “but I’m afraid we haven’t seen her. Maybe she went down to the water?”

“Maybe. Well, anyway, I didn’t mean to bother you. Keep up the good work!” she said with a pep in her voice and you rolled your eyes as she left, waiting to be told the coast was clear

“Thank you, Ms. Margaret, Ms. Sharon,” you said, “I don’t think I’m ready to see them just yet...”

“Well you better be.” Sharon said, rather curtly, before nodding her head once and walking to her counter to continue her prep

“She’s right, Ms. Addy, you better get into that house and act like you just wondered in from the beach or somewhere. We don’t need any trouble for hiding you, you got that?”

“Yes, Ms. Margaret.” You replied, smiling shyly before giving her a hug goodbye, “I really did miss you”

“You could’ve come back anytime”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Sure it is! Now go!” she exclaimed, shooing you out of the kitchen. You snuck into the house via an old tunnel that lead from the kitchen to your room, among other locations, and popped in when the room was empty.

“Hmm.. nothing’s changed” you said to yourself, ducking behind your dresser when you heard footsteps in the hallway. When the sound disappeared, you tiptoed to the door, looking in either direction past the door frame before you left your room, making your way down the winding staircase. When you finally got downstairs, you started looking through the family pictures on the credenza’s and the mantel in the living room, realizing just how right you were; none of the pictures they had of you were past the age of six. Suddenly, you heard something break and a groan come from the other room.

“Shit” a boy said under his breath as he examined the broken glass under his feet, looking to make sure, you assumed, that your dad wasn’t coming down to investigate the sound.

“Don’t..” you said, stopping him picking up the glass, “you’ll cut yourself. Here, use this.” You continued, pulling out a small dust pan that was hidden near the desk

“Thanks...” he said suspiciously, and the look on his face seemed to be trying to figure you out

“You’re welcome...” you returned his suspicious tone, “have you seen Mr. Samson anywhere?”

“He should be upstairs.. I’m sorry, who are you?” He finally asked

“Adelaide. Samson,” You answered and his back straightened, as if he were correcting himself for you, “but everyone calls me Addy”

“Nice to meet you,” he said, his voice was both confident and shaky, “I’m JJ. I uh.. I work for your dad. And I guess for you too”

“No..” you corrected, “you don’t work for me. I am not my parents. You may work for them but you don’t work for me.” You smiled awkwardly at your own words before he returned a smile, “it’s nice to meet you JJ. I’ll see you around.” You walked past him, unintentionally grazing his arm with your shoulder, feeling a shiver rush down your spine once the contact was broken. You could feel him look down at you but you did everything you could to keep your eyes straight and keep walking because you weren’t looking for a reason to stay.

“Adelaide, sweetheart!” your dad said as he flew into the room where you stood, “I’m so glad you’re finally back!”

“I’m not--” you tried but your dad seemed to be distracted by the broken glass in the dust pan

“What happened here?” he questioned sternly

“Dad it’s j--”

“JJ?” he accused the blonde behind you and you furrowed your brow at how quick he was to blame someone other than you

“Dad, I was looking around and the paperweight fell. He came in when he heard the noise to see that everything was okay...” you explained, protecting JJ from the wrath you knew your father was capable of

“That true?” he asked, stepping toward JJ

“Yes sir,” he said, keeping his eyes down until he spoke again, “I was cleaning up in the other room when I heard something fall, so I came right in and found.. your daughter trying to pick up the pieces.” You smiled at him from behind your father, nodding at his continuation of your fib before your father looked back at you once before responding to JJ

“Well,” he said, looking JJ up and down, “I guess I owe you a thank you. And an apology. So.. thank you and I’m sorry for accusing you so quickly.”

“Thank you, sir” he said quietly before being dismissed and, while your father wrapped his arm around you to welcome you back into his home, you looked back at the boy who you’d shared an unspoken moment with and smiled to yourself. Not knowing if, or when, you’d have a moment with him again.

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rappaccini · 3 years

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jeez i just read jupiter's legacy and... i lowkey hate it?

idk if i'm reading this wrong but.....

so you're telling me that a book all about ~the ultimate destiny of humanity~ that examines how late capitalism is rotting society, how the old systems simply don't work in our current reality, and how important it is for the old generation to make room for new leaders, new ideas, new change.... only to conclude that the real problem is ~celebrity culture~ and the new kids not respecting the old guard who perpetuated those problems in the first place enough and being radicals who want to change the world too much? that the solution, the ~ultimate destiny~, is to return to the golden days, bring back the status quo and literally repeat the past to such an extent that they're just cosplaying as their parents?

................ i hate it.

the thematic dissonance is like... if 'the boys' ended with vought winning, the seven being right all along and annie deciding to become the new homelander. or if 'umbrella academy' ended with reginald being the ultimate big good of the series and his abuse being justified as necessary to make the academy strong enough to ~save the world.~ (.... is that how tua's gonna end? i'm 60/40 on it)

the titular 'legacy' is literally just s8 dany vs rey skywalker.

one kid believes the system is broken and must be replaced by radical change, and he is therefore pure evil and must be obliterated. it's just 'dany was wrong for freeing the slaves, actually, because trying to break the wheel of suffering only makes you worse than everyone who upheld it' got espoused in s8.

and the good child who gets to inherit the earth does so literally because she stops rebelling, submits to living in her parents' shadow and never steps out of it to be herself, but we're treating it like a good thing. all the interesting ideas chloe stood for--- like breaking the villains out of supermax because she earnestly believes they can change for the better and will help her save the world if they're only given trust and respect, and seeing the good in the son of her parents' mortal enemy to such an extent that she falls in love with him and has a child with him (and is never made fun of by the narrative for it the way so much heroine/bad boy canon often unfolds), and turning her back on sponsorships, artifice and corporate branding to enact actual change for the good of everyone and finally finding purpose and confidence in herself as a result--- are totally jettisoned the second she puts her mom's costume on, takes up her parent's ideology and declares that we're going back to the good ol' days because trying to eliminate poverty was worse, actually.

i know they're ~going for~ brandon turning evil because he wants to break out of his parents shadow and forge a new path, and chloe turning good because she comes to break out of the celebrity nonsense and gets back to the fundamentals of heroism, and i love the subversion of them switching places in our minds as hero and villain after we're lead to believe brandon's the hero and chloe's the problem child, but man are the undertones of the way this conflict unfolds just... yikes.

blech. it really is just sky high with the deconstructive aesthetic watchmen popularized but none of the understanding of what watchmen even was. and a dash of rise of skywalker sprinkled on top.

well, at least the concept of chloe was neat while she lasted and the fast unpredictable pace was genuinely exciting. the characters were neat, the art was pretty and the plotting was tight. it's just that the underlying message was just kinda gross imo.

here's hoping the netflix adaptation makes heavy deviations, as they are wont to do, but if nothing else at least my expectations are low.

#jupiter's legacy

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stonerbughead · 4 years

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Maria watches friday night lights (#30)

5x07–aka the return of rivalry week, oh my!

under the cut ya go:

Omg Jess wants to work at a football camp?! So precious!

Why is Buddy here with equipment looking for outlets? OMG they’re keeping watch of the field to keep anyone from doing the shit they did with tooth picks and trucks and such last rivalry week?!?! Lmaooo

OMG JASON’S HERE??? I almost forgot about this dude, aw his kid is doing well! That’s lovely. Aw Eric gave him a Lions hat and he’s married and is a successful agent? So proud!

“You know, people are talking about you, there’s a lot of heat.” OMG Jason got a call about Eric?!?! Wow I think I’m starting to see where the endgame is going for this show.

“We ALMOST got the daughter out of the house.” Lol.

Oh geez Vince’s dad being excited makes me nervous. How did he get these nice ass sneakers I am sus

HE GOT IT FROM TMU?? That’s def illegal honey no no

Oh good Vince seems to know he can’t take them. Although I SMELL CONFLICT

Oh god the dad’s moving in permanently? I’m as concerned as Jess is right now.

LionHater.com??? Omg there’s no internet where they’re watching the field. 😂 Oh shit they know about Vince’s record? “He’s got a football team full of violent criminals.” Oh you racists were looking for an excuse to unleash your vitriol on these poor kids who have criminal records bc they weren’t blessed to be born on the “correct” side of town! Smh.

Omg this is racist AF, this website is disgusting 🤦🏻‍♀️

Yes Eric, run into the panthers boosters club and rip them a new one!!!

And yes, Tami, make Julie help out and pay her dad back for the car, absolutely! She needs to face some consequences and not be too comfy at home.

Eric is right, the Panthers are trying to get in their heads—and in the most insidious, racist/classist way possible!

“You think if the colleges see that stuff they’re still gonna call? They’re still gonna want me?” Ohh Vince nooo. Eric saying it’s not gonna matter feels...overly optimistic.

“It doesn’t matter how many games we win, how many touchdowns i throw, all they see is a bunch of thugs, Coach. Everybody thinks it but they never say it.” UGH yes fuck me UP, young Michael B. Jordan! I’m emotional!

Aww Luke and Becky flirting while Becky’s with the baby and Billy is in the backyard training with Luke LOL

Oh god Billy’s advice for Luke wooing Becky by ignoring her is....bad!

Luke didn’t know Mindy works at the landing strip? “She still works there? Part time? Like weekends?” Lol

Luke don’t listen to him! Bad advice!

“Let’s have a barbecue.” “A barbecue?” “A morale-building barbecue.” Lol I love Eric’s disbelief at Tami’s suggestion considering all the drama the last time this bbq happened lol

Omg Jason Street gave a college Eric’s number? OH SHIT for a college HEAD COACH JOB? Damn!

Poor dejected Vince 🥺 “I feel like I’m playing with a fixed deck, Pop.” YOU AREEE ugh

Vince’s dad has been talking to schools all day??? That’s like explicitly what Eric told him not to do omfg

“I ain’t gonna let you fall.” That was a sweet childhood Vince anecdote but I don’t believe Vince’s dad one bit.

Lol Tami is making Julie go shopping for a 300 person BBQ?! Hilarious.

Eric and Tami annoying the living shit out of Julie in the hopes she’ll go back to school seems like a great plan they’re doing here!

This makeshift gym in Billy’s backyard with the baby strapped to his chest drinking while Luke works out I cannot 😂

“Oh some of it didn’t blend correctly” Billy says as Luke pulls a huge leaf out his mouth after drinking his smoothie omfgggg I’m dead

Oh geez Vince’s dad is talking him up to Jason? Wild.

Aw Jess is so nervous about her recommendation letter. Eric called the coach for her? Aw!

“Somewhere you’re comfortable, somewhere that’s a good fit.” Awww Jason that’s a wholesome answer to Vince’s dad being so extra with Coach.

Helppppp this is so cringe, he’s like straight up heckling Eric and his rep as kingmaker.. “You got a problem there, right?” “I sure do.” Jason really is all grown up.

Aw what a nice bbq! Julie and Jason catching up!

Oh god Luke is really straight up ignoring Becky and flirting with Julie??? Ugh I hate this.

Vince’s mom is celebrating too soon about this repaired Vince-dad relationship.

Yes Eric, confront Vince’s dad! It’s time! Now he’s just straight up saying he “doesn’t remember it like that” about the agreement the three of them made. Smh.

Oh geez is Vince’s dad like lowkey threatening Eric 😬

Oh wow Tami is going up to Burleson to get Julie’s assignments and books?! Geez. “While you’re up there why don’t you tell them they’ve got a teacher sleeping around with the students?” TRUE

“Thanks for setting up the bbq and everything. Thanks for what you do, thanks for our two beautiful daughters. Thank you for doing the laundry.” —Eric Taylor, teaching all men how to be a husband. my heart! Lmaooo then he said “do you wanna fool around?” after and then she said yes but fell asleep on him instead I’m dead

AH Tami comes face to face with the TA!!!!!! I literally yelled OH MY GOD when he said he was the TA Derek!!

“I’m here to pick up an independent study for Julie Taylor.” AHHHH “How is she?” YOU DONT HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW, FUCKFACE!

This is so cringe omfg

Yeah Derek feel bad you preyed on SOMEONE’S DAUGHTER

“I’m gonna mash up every bone in his body.” Lol Luke trying to sound aggressive is so funny.

Luke is being so RUDE to Becky Jesus I hate this

Ew Jason hyping up the Panthers, I get that it’s his team but blech they’re all such douchebags now.

Oh god did Luke act too aggressive? That dude is not getting up....

“Another big hit from Luke Cafferty, who’s bringing the pain.” Lol “these boys just do not like each other.” I mean they don’t call it rivalry week for nothing!

Yeeesh Vince’s dad in the stands with the recruiter watching the game is so cringe, ah!

“Calm down they’re having fun.” Excuse me Billy? I’m taking back all my praise for him from last episode. Grow up Billy god!!!!

Omg Vince is switching the offense bc his dad told him to....? Oh god

“A good ol fashioned Texas butt whooping.”

“There is no love lost here.” “That’s not who we are, Eric.” WHOA identity crisis on the field. These kids were triggered by everyone in town basically calling them thugs which is frankly understandable but WOW

Oh wow Eric is yelling at Vince. Oh shit his dad is in his HEAD. “He’s looking out for me!” then immediately into the “EAST SIDE” chants.

“No I mean like what are you DOING?” Thanks Becky! Luke is acting weird af!!!!!!

“You like it when I’m nice to you???” Luke is genuinely confused. “Ok I’m so sorry. Someone told me if I wanted you to like me, I had to ignore you and blow you off.”

Aw yes they like each other! Cute! KISSSSS! At least something positive happened this episode!

He’s laughing and saying “it totally worked” um no NOT THE CORRECT TAKEAWAY lol

Yesss Tami walking in and revealing she didn’t go to the game by dropping all of Julie’s college books on the coffee table, baller mom move!

“Did you talk to Derek. What did he say?” “You need to study.” LOLSAME Tami, stop thinking about this asshole, Julie!

“All those penalties, all that smack talk.” Damn etiquette really matters! Now coach Taylor’s rep is on the line?!

“Don’t feel like celebrating tonight” says the other old school coach. Damn.

Anddd Vince and his dad are talking to a recruiter openly. Wow! What a show!

#maria watches friday night lights #mine #friday night lights 5x07

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tizravenkatthing · 4 years

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Jack in the Box

Summary: Roman is isolated and has been left alone for quite a long time, and Virgil thought it’d be a good idea to check if he’s okay and maybe even bring him back.

TW: Blood, blades, slight gore, a lil creepy I think?

“There’s a sign in glitter and gold~”

The door creaks open

“Before darkness was all I know~”

Boom-crack. BOOM.

Tick….. Tick…. Tick…. Tick…. Tick.. Tick.. Tick.. Tick.. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. TICK.

Creeeaaaaak-cree-CRACK!

“He-.. Hello?”

Zuuuuunnnnn…… BAM.

The lights turned on, illuminating the world. Backs straightened and began the shuffling of feet. Virgil looked around the room and he was stunned. Where the world began and ended, he didn’t know. But it seemed to resemble a large room but at the same time an endless space simultaneously.

“How long I’ve been waiting for your appearance.~” “Release me from my prison, let me come up to the light~” “Are you happy or are you scared, it’ll be some time but let’s find out….”

Voices echoing, overlapping but singing the same lyrics, by the same tune. The sound of clockwork in the air, accompanying this daunting tune. Virgil hesitantly shuffled forward, gulping as he approached the beginnings of the crowd.

“Let me sing! Let me dance! You brought me for this chance!” “Take a leap! Take a breath!” “Are you happy or are you scared?~”

Virgil focused his eyes on the platform that seemed to be at the back of the “room”, elevated above the crowds. The people didn’t have faces and the houses that lined the streets no higher than two floors.

“You’ve had me for a while. Then forgot that I was there.” “I tried my very best but I already wasn’t there.” “I wanted to be a winner, now I’ve become a sinner.” “Oh god, what a chance it would beeeeee~..... To dance again!”

“Now you want me back. Now you take a chance.” “Now you will see that I was always there.” “Now my golden light is gone, you notice I’m not there.” “Serves you right. Serves you right.”

“Serves you right to have lost me then.”

Virgil was anxious (Well, no shit Sherlock) but this was bad. He approached the stairs leading up to what seemed like a giant music box, residing atop the platform. He felt the chill, the literal chill in the room. It was odd, it was creepy, eerie even with all the ticking everywhere and the music!!! What… What on earth was happening??

“To the boy that I love, I loved you dearly but yet…” “We loved each other but then you grew, and grew tired of me too.” “I’ve been in here forever now, coiled tightly like a spring.” “You’ve pushed me down. Beat me. Shoved me. Now you want me to stay.”

“Please say your prayers, your prince has long gone.” “Don’t say that you’re sorry, your knight is now none.” “Applaud and celebrate, for I have lost.” “It is your win. Your win. I surrender and withdraw.”

Virgil grint his teeth. What? Was this his real thoughts?? He was angry but he knew what he and the others had done. They had talked about this… It was clear. But… Virgil took the final step and shivered, it was getting colder. He looked at the crank and gulped, walking towards it and beginning to turn it.

“I’m happy you care. I’m happy I’m the best.” “I’m glad I’ve won so much before I lost the rest.” “Sincerity, a mess. Prosperity, crushed.” “Home is now here and here is now home.”

With one last push, the crank reached its limit and Virgil stepped back. The box creaked.. Then slowly opened a figure within it slowly rising. The person they’ve been looking for. Roman slowly stood, and looked at Virgil for a second….

And smiled wickedly, beginning his solo.

“Are you happy or are you scared?” he sang as Virgil started to feel a prickling feeling that someone was looking at him.

“Roman! We-”

“Are you happy?” “Are you scared?” “Are you elated?” “Are you frightened?”

“How bold of you to come here.~” “How kind of you to find me.~” “There was a sign in glitter and gold...~” “But only when it turned off did you try to look.~”

Roman stared into Virgil’s eyes and Virgil tooked a small step back, the prickling feeling was getting stronger. Roman’s voice was as good as it usually was but it was distorted. His symbol stood proudly on the inner lid of the box, in bold black. Roman’s eyes…

“Did you miss me?~” “Of course you did!~” “Do you want me now that I’m here?”

“Yes! But Roman-"

"Well that's fantastic!" "What a joy!" "You finally want this toy!~"

Virgil was startled and then he held back a blech as Roman "cried"... Or seemed to. Sharp, bent blades came out where tears should've been, making him bleed as they cut under his eyes and cheeks.

Virgil covered his mouth and shrinked as Roman reached out to him, his nails too chipped, too yellow, too….

Scary.

He turned and jolted the once faceless people now all Romans. Staring up at him with shining crimson eyes, so intently, unblinkingly.

He wanted to step back but remembered who was reaching out as he turned, then step back onto the second highest step. Roman didn't leave the box but stood with an arm outstretched.

"Don't you want me?~" "Come and get me!~" "Don't you want me back in my placeee?~"

Virgil's breath hitched and eyes widened as Roman shot forward, crippled arm out and hand almost able to grab him. He had that smile that stayed there since the box opened and it went unchanging as Virgil froze, eyes stuck on Roman.

The blades were curling, making bent shapes as they came out.

"TAKE ME!~"

Roman bellowed and Virgil shrieked as he ran down as fast as his legs allowed him, he kept hidden and running, pushing past Romans, going, going, running, running to wherever there were no people. No Roman. Or "Romans". He found himself at the, possibly, "side" of the room, the rest of the space seemingly to have no other people and hid. He could see Roman where he was. Still in the box. He had straightened again but his arm was still outstretched.

"... For the time is lost~" "I have lost my placeee~" "Didn't you claim that you loved me?~" "I was the star of the show~"

"Primadona in gold~" ".... They said they loved me~.... " "Adored me~"

Virgil gripped the side of the building, he was scared, but they needed him back. But how would they get him back??

"They said they needed me~" "Couldn't do without me~"

".... Are you happy or are you scared?"

The tune had stopped but then with that question it began again. Softly at first and then slowly rising. Virgil hunched further in his corner, watching and whispering to himself, "What?"

"I'm the toy that you loved~" "The toy that you needed~" "The Prince and the Knight~" "Glowing gold and glimmer~"

"I've been shut down and I lost~" "Broken and defeated~" "I surrendered and withdrew~" "Only then you said I'm needeeeedddddd~"

Roman's head turned slightly in his direction and Virgil flinched, quivering.

"Are you haaappyyyy~"

Turning slightly more..

"Orrrr~"

More…

"Aarreeee~"

More…….

"Yoooouuuuuuu~"

Their eyes met.

"... Boo."

Virgil jerked and bolted, never looking back, scared out of his mind, why did this happen? Why did he come on his own?!?? Why did he think it was a good idea???

He ran farther and farther away, not hearing the last lyric of the song..

"... Scared…~"

It was soft, full of sorrow. And with that, the door silently closed.

#roman sanders #virgil sanders #roman angst #fanfiction #fanfic #GreySkiesWrites

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ahiddenpath · 4 years

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Epilogue Celebration: Family

I keep running behind with these, there’s so much going on! HOW ABOUT THAT STEVEN UNIVERSE FINALE, EH?

I keep intending to write a ficlet, but I can never seem to stay on top of it. I hope you’ll accept some miscellaneous 2028 family headcanons below the cut.

-Taichi is one of the last Chosen to have his first child, age wise. This is partially because he’s busy representing digimon in human government, and humans to digimon. It’s a difficult and demanding job, both in terms of the work and the emotional toll as a subset of humans exploit digimon and a large swath of humans fear them. It often feels like Taichi is standing alone in a huge chasm between the two parties, trying to bring them together with little interest from either side.

So, yeah, he’s not really thinking about kids and family... Except that he is, and he’s eating his heart out with indecision over it. I think it takes a ton of courage and time for him to decide to become a father.

Like many of the Chosen, Taichi can’t spend as much time with his child as he would like because of his career. Still, his son adores him and thinks he’s the best Dad in the world, an attitude helped along by Agumon constantly saying so!

Taichi is a laid back and indulgent dad, except when his Worry kicks in. His wife has put him in parenting time out when he gets into his head and starts hovering too much.

-Yamato and Sora also waited a while to have kids because of their family backgrounds. They wanted to really be sure that they were ready first, committed to each other and to their new family. (I wrote a drabble that gets into it here, if you’re interested).

Because Yamato is an astronaut and Sora is a clothing designer, they rely heavily on their parents and Takeru for help watching their children. This is difficult for them, because they very much want to be with their kids... But they also want to achieve their own aspirations. Luckily, their parents and Takeru all dote on the kids, and sometimes squabble a bit over who gets them next.

Yamato tries to be chill about it, but it’s embarrassingly easy to get him gushing about his kiddos and the wife. Like, he’s that guy who starts every sentence with, “My daughter/son/wife/brother/Gabumon/nephew...” Missions are really hard on him for this reason. He’s known to tear up when talking to his family from space.

Sora is Best Mom, having trained since age 11 by handling the Chosen. Even when she’s away, the kids can’t get away with anything; her Mom Powers elicit confessions without much effort. The trick is that the kiddos just can’t lie to their adoring mother who takes such great care of them.

Sora does have to monitor herself closely. When her emotional state is poor, she sometimes snaps at the kids for normal kid stuff. Meanwhile, Yamato has to watch out for his tendency to send mixed messages by retreating when his emotions act up.

-I talked about Koushiro as a Dad a lot both here and here. His Dad strengths are supporting all of his daughter’s interests and engaging with her via activities and teaching opportunities, but he’s not skilled at understanding and meeting her emotional needs and giving social advice. Happily, I headcanon him marrying a lady who is well-equipped to cover those areas. He also sometimes just... gets scared of doing the wrong thing and retreats, but again, his parents and his wife quickly learn when to intervene.

-Mimi also has a parent post here. She’s great at interacting with her kid and having fun with him, and as an adult, she’s learned how to set boundaries. Still, she has a tendency to spoil her son, so luckily, there’s a wide network of beloved people helping to raise him to balance that out.

-Jyou! Oh my god, Jyou would be the most amazing dad, fight me (there’s likely no need).

The thing I most want to say here is that Jyou goes out of his way to expose his son to all kinds of careers and hobbies. In fact, he asks his friends, including the Chosen, to allow his son to participate in their “take your kids to work” events. He tells his boy that he can be whatever he wants, and that while he wants his son to find his passion and succeed in it... If he ever needs a place to fall back on, Jyou will be there.

He doesn’t want his son to experience the pressure he felt. Still, he is sure to instill the virtues of hard work and service.

Honestly, I think his only major flaw as a parent is worrying too much about his kids, and also spending too much time at work (he’s a doctor, so that’s inevitable). Luckily, Gomamon is around to keep things light-hearted, and to remind Jyou that is family needs him and he needs to go home now.

-Takeru is a great dad, and I think having his own family was really... A dream? Just a dream come true for him. After his parents divorced, I think it’s clear that Takeru wanted his family back, the way it used to be. These days, he has both parents (and they love babysitting), his brother, his sister-in-law, their kids... And he has his own wife and child. Things are no longer quiet at home or awkward with his parents.

Honestly, I think Dad Takeru is living his best life and organizing play dates and is just so happy. He’s amazing with children, and they love him... But his adult friends know to be wary when their kids and Takeru huddle up. What the hell kind of mischief is he encouraging? At least they never have to wait long to find out.

-Hikari is also an A+ Mama. Her warm, sweet aura soothes kids and inspires good behavior, but don’t think she can be walked on! A teacher takes no guff and knows how to convince kiddos to behave.

Hikari needs to learn to tend her mental health with love, care, and regularity. Teaching saps her emotional strength, and she often feels depleted, but forces herself to keep smiling and giving her all. There are times when everything just reaches critical failure levels, and she melts down.

So, Hikari... I’mma need you to love yourself the way you love everyone else.

-Oh my God, Daisuke. Sometimes, he acts more like a brother or uncle than a father, so his kid gets away with things that he... probably shouldn’t. I’m hoping he is with someone who disciplines instead of joining in on nonsense!

I can tell you that his son adores him, though. They live a fun, loud, and noisy life! Daisuke and his son both wish that Daisuke wasn’t so busy as an entrepreneur, but the good news is that Daisuke’s parents, sister, and Chosen friends (especially the 02 crew) are always willing to babysit.

-Miyako and Ken might have the most... stable???? Presence for their kiddos, since Miyako is a stay-at-home-mom. I do think that, when her youngest goes into kindergarten, she starts working part time as a researcher for Koushiro’s company, but... She’s always wanted a big, happy family, and she is always, always there for her kiddos. I really admire that.

I think the kiddos might favor Ken, just because he’s not at home all the time, and... Well, who doesn’t love Ken-chan? I bet Miyako gets a little miffed when the kiddos rejoice when daddy comes home after she cared for them all day... But she’s probably just as excited to see him!

I kind of think Ken and Miyako are That Couple. You know, the one that makes everyone think, blech, get a room, just from the way they look at each other.

Miyako is the kind of mom that can cheerfully yell at kids XD Like, the standard speaking volume is pretty high in this household. They’re the kind of sibling group that bickers one moment and cuddles and plays together the next. She always sees to everyone’s needs, knows how to discipline, but also brings on the fun. The only issue is that her emotions get carried away sometimes, and she needs to reel herself in before she riles up the kiddos to the point where they’re impossible to calm.

Ken, I think, is like an oasis for his kids. Calm, soothing, understanding, patient, quiet... He might not be as good as talking and taking charge as Miyako, but he’s an amazing listener, and he gives the world’s best hugs, certified.

He has his hands full with the bedtime routine, trying to wind everyone down after a loud, fun day with Miyako and each other.

-I believe that leaves Iori! Ugh, I love him, and I love to think of him as this strong, capable man who dedicates himself to service. He’s like a pillar to his daughter, who is likely the sweetest and kindest gen 2 baby. Like so many of the Chosen, Iori’s career is demanding, but his wife, mother, and grandfather step in. In fact, they might all live together? And while his daughter loves all of them, Iori is her favorite. In her eyes, he is just, kind, capable, dedicated, and strong, always helping the digimon and people who need help.

I think the only issue is that Iori doesn’t realize how big of a shadow he’s casting. His daughter pushes herself to be everything that she sees in him, which is a lot for anyone, let alone a kid. The good news is that her great-grandfather sees everything, and he is always telling her that she is more than enough.

I LOVE THEM ALL, THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK.

#digimon epilogue celebration #digimonepiloguecelebration #chosen children #digidestined

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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Has the person you like ever seen you in your pajamas? I don’t like anyone in that way.

Did the last person you kissed celebrate your last birthday with you? No. The last one they celebrated with me was six years ago.

What’s the first word of the last text message you received? “Will”

Do you think you’ve changed at all over the past year? Not in a good way.

Is there a song that reminds you of your ex? Do you still listen to that song? Lithium by Nirvana. Especially a cover of it done by ThePeteBox.

Did you tag anyone in your last Facebook status? No.

How do you behave when you’re drunk? I was chatty and annoying I feel like.

What is your least favorite type of chocolate? Dark chocolate, blech.

When was the last time you felt disappointed? What was the reason? I’ve felt disappointed in myself these past few years.

Is there someone that can make you smile, even when you feel like crying? My doggo.

Is there a certain person on your mind right now? Tell me about him/her. No.

You’re getting ready to go to bed, and the last person you kissed shows up, what do you do? That would be completely random and out of the blue. I haven’t seen or talked to him in almost 6 years. I would certainly be surprised and confused and caught off guard. I wouldn’t go out and talk to him, though. I wouldn’t want him to see me right now. I honestly don’t know if I’d text him at least or not.

What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? I don’t remember. My mind is a jumbled mess.

Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? Nope.

Are you okay right now? I’m tired.

What time did you get up today? Sigh, like 930 after hardly sleeping at all.

When was the last time you saw your mom? Last night before she went to bed. She had the opening shift at work today so I haven’t seen her yet today.

What is the last thing you drank today? Water.

Do you dislike/hate anyone? No.

Where is your best friend right now? She’s at work.

When will your next kiss be? I have no idea.

Will you be up before 7 am tomorrow? 7AM is usually when I go to bed. :X

Does anyone completely understand you? I was just asked this in the previous survey I did, but no.

Who was the last girl you hugged outside of family? A friend. That was like 4 years ago.

Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? My doggo.

What will you be doing in 3 hours? *shrug*

How often do you straighten your hair? I haven’t straightened my hair in years.

What are you currently looking forward to? To when my mom gets off work because I’m gonna ask if she can get me a Starbucks on her way home. I’m also hungry and wanting a breakfast sandwich, so I’ll probably have one later. She’s not off for 5 more hours. D:

Is tomorrow gonna be a good day? What are you going to do? I don’t have anything out of the ordinary going on.

Who did you last hang out with? My mom.

Did anyone see your last kiss? Probably.

Could things possibly get any better? Uh, I sure wish they would.

Do you know who you’ll even kiss next? Nope.

Do you ever sleep in jeans? I haven’t in years, but I have before in the past. I don’t know how I did that. I’ve been living in leggings for the past few years and I can’t imagine doing that now.

Name something you dislike about the day you’re having? I only got like 2-3 hours of sleep.

Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night? Yesterday I got like 10 hours, which is insane. My brother came in and woke me up because it was after 6PM. I never get that much sleep anymore, so I have no idea what that was about. But now today I only slept like 2-3 hours. I tried going back to sleep, but couldn’t and now here I am. Sigh.

Are you in love lately? That’s a weird way of saying it, but no. It’s been a few years since I’ve had those kind of feelings.

How often do you see your ex? I haven’t seen him in almost 6 years.

Who was the last person to text you? My pharmacy.

Did you like anyone last summer? No.

Do you replay things that have happened in your head? All the time.

Who was the last person you stayed up with till 2am? My brother and I stay up late all the time, though we’re in our own rooms.

Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? Not at this time.

Are you currently in a relationship? No.

Do you use a full length mirror daily? No.

Would you be shocked if the person you have feelings for texted you? I don’t have feelings like that for anyone.

Is there anyone you wish you could fix things with? Yes. I have to fix myself first, though.

What are you planning on doing after this? I’m waiting for my church’s livestream service to start in like 30 minutes.

Is there a girl you would do anything for? I’d do a lot for my mom.

Who IMed you on facebook last? I had been messaging a family friend a couple weeks ago about something.

How old are you? 31.

Do you love dogs? Yesssss. I don’t know how anyone couldn’t.

Were you finished childhood and teens when Harry Potter movies came out? The first one came out when I was 12 and the last one came out when I was 22.

Did you keep all your VHS tapes? No, just the Disney ones.

Do you think Jack Nicholson is a good actor? Sure.

Have you ever watched an episode of "The Honeymooners"? Nope.

Have you ever owned a pair of high-top Converse? No, just flat tops.

Do you have rain boots with a cute pattern on them? I don’t own any rain boots.

Would you rather eat an apple or an orange right now? Neither, but if I had to I’d choose the apple cause I don’t like oranges.

Would you rather do a cartwheel on land or a backflip in water? I can’t do either one.

Have you ever performed on stage in front of people? Yeah, for choir and band concerts. Never by myself.

Were you kinda scared of the goths in high school? No.

What size is your mattress?(single,twin,double,queen,king) Full size.

Do you eat foods from all 4 food groups everyday? Not even close.

Do you sleep in PJs? I always wear leggings and graphic tees and sleep in that as well.

Do you prefer watching TV or listening to music? Depends on my mood, but I haven’t been listening to music lately.

Would you rather watch a movie in theatre or at home? There are some movies I love experiencing in theaters for the first time.

Do you prefer brown or white rice? Neither.

Do you like spaghetti? Yes.

What about lasagna? Not so much. It’s the type of noodle I have an issue with. I’m weird and particular about my food and when it comes to pasta, I like thin noodles.

Do you celebrate Christmas? Yesss.

Is your Thanksgiving celebrated in October too? No, it’s in November.

Do you like chocolate bars? Sure.

what about ice cream? Sure. I haven’t had either one in awhile, though.

Have you ever been stung by anything? What was it? No, thankfully.

Do you get tired easily? I’m just always tired.

Or do you always have plenty of energy to spare? Hahahah, no.

Have you ever done volunteer work? Where? Yeah, I’ve done a lot of volunteer work. What about court-ordered community service? No.

Have you ever worn contacts?(even just to try them out) No. I’ve always been too scared.

Would you wear contacts on a daily basis? No.

Are your ears pierced? How many times? Just my earlobes.

Do you have GOD-GIVEN(not dyed) natural brown hair too? Yes.

Or were you born blonde? Nope.

Have you found a gray hair on your head or body before? Ugh, once I turned 30 they started popping up.

Have you ever had any suspicious moles removed? Nope.

Have you ever been screened for STDs? No.

Are all your wisdom teeth pulled? Yes.

Did you have your tonsils taken out? Nope.

Did you have your appendix taken out? No.

How many kidneys do you have?(have you donated one?) I have both of them.

Would you(to save someone)?^^^ I don’t know if I could, like health wise.

Have you ever found a bug or slug in your salad? skjflsfjklds nooooooo.

Do you like Harry Potter? I enjoyed the movies.

What about Twilight? I was really into Twilight back when the books and movies were coming out, but I outgrew it and find it kinda cringe now lol. How do you feel about Lord of the rings? I never got into that.

Are you going to see 'The Hobbit' when it comes out? ---

Do you have a glass that says 'Molson Canadian' on it? No.

Do you have any collector's glasses or cups or mugs? I do.

Would you rather have a white fridge or a black fridge or a stainless steel fridge? Black.

What size shoe do you wear? 6 in women’s (US). Each of my Adidas are actually a 3 or 4 in kid’s sizes, though.

Do you have a wide foot or a narrow foot or just average? Average, I guess.

Do you bite your nails when you're stressed? I pick and clip my nails constantly.

Do you have to take an allergy pill daily in order to live normally? No.

Are you on the birth control pill? Nope.

Or are you trying to get pregnant? Absolutely not. I’m just not sexually active, so.

You'd rather wear black sneakers or sneakers in a bright color or pattern? Black.

Has anyone ever told you they were attracted to you? Shockingly, yes.

Can you swim well in water way above your head? I can’t swim.

Are you afraid of thunder & lightening? No.

Have you ever experienced an earthquake? No.

What about a tornado? Nope.

Are you closer to your dad?(more so than your mom) I’m closer to my mom.

Were you your parents' first born? I’m their first together, but not my mom’s. She had my older brother before meeting my dad.

Do you have a child? Is the father still with you? No.

Did you trade stickers at recess when you were a kid? No.

How old were you when you had your first crush? Do you remember their name? I was 9 and his name was Philip.

Can you even remember what the hell they looked like? Vaguely.

Have you ever operated any type of motorized vehicle before? No.

Are you going to drink alcohol tonight? Nope. I haven’t drank in 8 years and have no desire to.

Have you ever heard of the Canadian kids show called "Mr. Dressup"? Nope.

What about the kids show "Fred Penner's Place"? Nope.

Did you hate Sesame Street when you were little too? No.

Were you born perfectly healthy or with some(or a lot) of health issues? I was born healthy.

What are those 'said' health issues? –

Do you collect DVDs? No. I don’t have that many.

Do you download music? Nope. I’ve just used Spotify the past several years now.

Or do you still go to stores and buy CDs? No, I have’t done that in yearssss.

Did you skip(jumo-rope) a lot as a kid? No.

Did you ever catch any bugs or insects with your friends as a kid? EW, noooooo.

Didn't you just LOVE art class in elementary school?! Yeah.

Have you ever played dodgeball? Ugh, yes. I hated dodgeball. I don’t find having a ball thrown at me to be fun at all. I was always scared of getting hit in the face.

What about Red Rover? Yes.

Have you ever played "What time is it mr. wolf?"? It doesn’t sound familiar.

Do you hate your weight? Yes.

Have you ever struggled with a mental illness? I do.

Serious question, peanut butter or nutella? Peanut butter, hands down. I don’t get the hype of Nutella.

Have you ever stepped on a snail? Gahhhh, I’ve run over one before.

Do you prefer baked potatoes or mashed potatoes? I like both.

Do you prefer ankle socks over regular socks? I only wear ankle socks.

Last movie you've seen in theaters? The Invisible Man. That was almost. a year ago now. I miss going to the theater.

What is your oldest sibling's middle name? I’m not sharing that.

Have you ever been to Disneyland or Disney World? I have been to Disneyland several times, I love it. I’d love to go to Disney World someday.

Would you ever go backpacking across any country? No.

Would you prefer to travel around the world by yourself or with a friend? I definitely wouldn’t go alone.

Do you like breadsticks? I do.

Do you usually wear shorts around your house all year long? I never wear shorts, I’m a leggings gal.

What state were you born in? California.

Have you ever had a nose bleed? Nooo, thankfully. I would freak out.

How far away do you live from your birthplace? Still live there.

Do you have a weak stomach? Yes.

Do you know anybody who has been diagnosed with cancer? Yes.

Have you ever had to take care of an intoxicated person? No.

Have you ever considered becoming a lawyer? No. Definitely not cut out for that.

Do you *really* like donuts? Yesss.

Do you think Disney World could ever get old? Not to me.

If you could, would you hookup with the last person you texted? Uh, NO, absolutely not. The only people I text and text me are my parents, brother, and my Nana....

What are your favorite things to spend money on? Food, coffee, clothes.

Will you talk to the person you like on the phone tonight? I don’t like anyone in that way.

What do you usually order on a pizza? *finishing this hours later from when I started* White sauce, feta and ricotta cheese, garlic, spinach, crumbled meatballs, and pesto. Do you and your boyfriend/girlfriend fight a lot? I’m single.

Who's the first person with the letter "m" in your contacts? My mom.

Which would you rather have a new puppy or kitten? Puppy.

How old will you be on your next birthday? 32.

What color are your underwear? Blue.

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? Yes.

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What were your favorite things to draw when you were a lil kid? I knew I wasn’t an artist the moment I started experimenting with pens and markers, and the only image I liked to keep - and was capable of - drawing on repeat was your usual kid’s portrait of a house with a sun and clouds lmao. I never learned how to draw anything else.

Do you think there is something with or around you, like a spirit, angel, ghost or something else? How does this make you feel? No, never.

Imagine you’re a stranger looking at yourself. What things would immediately catch your eye? Probably the way I’m scowling at stranger-me staring at me-me.

When did you feel the most confident in your life? Not sure when I’ve felt the most confident, but I typically feel so whenever I get something I’ve been desiring and working hard for, like getting a job offer or being accepted to my dream college or passing a really difficult exam.

Do you think love is needed to have good sex? For some people, no. For me, loving one another is an absolute must. < Yes, hits the nail on the head for me.

Do you think, or want to, die in the city you currently live in? I don’t think it would matter where I die, as long as it’s not from a terrible freak accident.

What is the strangest thing you have ever encountered? That time I went to Singapore and a sex toy shop was casually blatantly standing in the middle of Orchard Road for families to stroll pass. It’s not objectively strange, of course, but it was definitely a big culture shock. Putting up sex shops in the Philippines is basically a game of who can find the best spot to hide them in.

Favourite soft drink? I never drink soda, so I don’t have a favorite.

What do you like to put gravy on? Fried chicken or steak.

Have you ever gone canoeing/kayaking? Yes, in Palawan.

What is one thing you know about your family history you’re proud of? I come from a line of datus from both precolonial and colonial Philippines. The most exciting part about it is that it technically makes me a princess, or at least our local version of princesses haha. I’m also distantly related to one of the three women who sewed the first Philippine flag.

Who depends on you the most? Kimi and Cooper, surely.

Are you related to anyone famous or historical, if so who? See two questions above. Coming from my datu ancestors, my relatives also continue to serve in the local government of our family’s province until today. Not that I’m particularly proud of them or show this off whenever I want because they are all very vocal Duterte supporters and regularly engage with him and his family, so *barf*

Would you ever donate a kidney to anyone, and who? If it ever comes down to it, I’d offer one of mine to my dad, Angela, and either of her parents.

What is the main quality you think makes a great parent? They recognize when they’re wrong and know to acknowledge it and apologize.

What three things do you think of most of each day? Tasks I have to do for work for the day, tasks I have to do for the rest of the week, and financial concerns.

Does/did your high school have pop machines? No, of course not. Are there schools that are ok with selling soda? :/

Do you know anyone who’s won the lottery? Not that I know of, but then again these things are shared in secret so there’s always that chance of possibly knowing someone who won the lotto at some point.

Have you ever slept in a water bed? Never slept but I’ve played on one.

How often do you use Flickr? I haven’t visited that site since I was like 11. Not even sure it still exists.

Who is the last child that you took a photo with? I think my cousin Toffe, but it was most likely a family photo that the two of us happened to be in. I don’t have a lot of photos with my younger cousins and kids in general.

How often do you wear hats? Never. I always think about getting a bucket hat of my own but I just never go through with it.

Would you ever get a nature tattoo? I never even entertained the thought before. But considering Hayley’s albums and songs have like a million references to flowers, it sounds like a good idea now :)

Is anyone in your family sick at the moment? My paternal great-grandma was recently confined in a hospital but she’s been discharged. I have a grand-aunt who suffered a mild stroke a couple of weeks ago and is currently recovering.

Where do your siblings work, if anywhere? They are both still studying. If I had to guess, my sister would probably end up in the film, media, or advertising industry, if not a freelance artist.

Where is your favorite place to buy groceries? If I had the money for it I’d get my groceries at Marketplace, but I’m content with getting ours from SM or Robinsons for now.

Who do you generally talk to the most? Probably my immediate family and my team at work.

Is anyone saved in your phone under a nickname? Not anymore. I use nicknames on my friends more frequently on Facebook Messenger.

Whose birthday is coming up? One of my cousins’ birthday is on March 31.

Have you ever ordered from an informercial? No, never.

When, where, and why did a needle last pierce your skin? Around a month ago when I was embroidering. I usually accidentally prick myself from time to time.

Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success? Nah, not really my idea of fun. I’m a little weak at problem/riddle-solving :(

How many followers do you have on Instagram? I literally never use my Instagram except to lurk and look for influencers to potentially tap for work. The account was initially my one-photo-a-day-in-2020 dump, but I stopped in April last year and now we’re in 2021 it doesn’t even serve a purpose anymore lmao. But for some reason Bea asked for my account and still followed me (and is the only person following me), which I’m sure she already regrets.

What’s the most recent music video you watched? Thoughts? Continued the next day. Jessi’s What Type of X. Killed it as always.

Have you ever recorded a cover of a song? Never.

What makeup products are your go-tos? None.

Are you going to school this year? No, not anymore. I did that for the very last time in 2020, and I don’t see the point in going back for an MA because I feel like I’m already covered.

What is your favorite water activity? I’ve only ever tried kayaking, but that was a very pleasant memory.

What are your favorite video games? I’m not a super passionate video game fan who’s always up-to-date, but I do have a soft spot for games I bonded on with my family when I was a kid, like Grand Theft Auto (very inappropriate for a kid to be playing, I know lol), Silent Hill, Resident Evil, Mario Kart, and Smash Bros.

Do you like jello? I never got over the texture, so no.

When was the last time you gave someone "the finger?" Not sure when exactly but it happened recently, maybe a week or two ago. I suddenly thought about my ex and flung both fingers around just for myself lol.

Have you ever held a snake? Yes, I got the chance to hold and take a photo with one on my trip to Bali. I was the only willing one in the family.

Most unique place you’ve ever been to? Baker’s Hill in Palawan is what I would imagine seeing if I ever took drugs and had a trip of some sort. Most random place ever.

If you were a superhero, what color would your cape be? Continued from...I don’t even know anymore. Just know it’s been nearly a week since I first started this, lmao. Idk maybe gold.

Have you ever slept out on your porch all night? We don’t have a porch. We do have a rooftop and I’ve fallen asleep there a couple of times. I only do so when the climate is cold, though.

Do you like horror movies? Sure, but I haven’t watched any in years. Just have never been in the mood for it for a long while now.

What’s your favorite Coke product? Blech, I hate soda.

Watergun or water-balloon war? Water gun. I’ve never been hit by a water balloon but I imagine it hurts?? so I wouldn’t want to experience it if I never had to.

Do you know anyone that’s afraid of elevators? I know my sister and grandma are claustrophobic but they’re not ~deathly~ afraid of elevators.

Is there anything in your room that belongs to a boyfriend, or a friend of the opposite sex? I don’t think any of my guy friends have lent me stuff that I got to take home, so no.

Who’s your favorite Beatle? I was never a fan. I remember pretending to be, back when liking The Beatles made you look all cool and hippy and trendy... but I honest to god just couldn’t get into their music.

Have you ever texted an ex whilst drunk? How’d that go? Yeah just once, super super way back when I was still thought remaining friends with her was the way to go. It was fine, I didn’t message anything horrific and we were both chill about it the next morning.

Do you have to stand on your tip-toes to kiss your boyfriend? I don’t have a partner anymore but yeah, I used to. I think? Maybe? I barely remember anymore. I definitely did have to tilt my head up quite a bit, though.

Have you ever been tackle-hugged? I can’t remember if I’ve received one. I’m usually the one who gives them.

Have you ever rejected someone’s kiss before? I don’t think I’ve been in this situation before.

Is your mood or the overall tone of your day often affected by the dreams you had the night before? Just for like the first half hour of waking up, especially if it was a nightmare or a triggering dream. The more I wake up the more the dream fades away, and the sillier it feels that I was affected by it.

Do you think that there are any positive aspects or outcomes of suffering from a mental illness? If you have a mental illness, do you think it has changed you for the better in any way? No. Sugarcoating mental illness doesn’t sit well with me at all. I know I’ve learned to be gentle and understanding towards other people because of the emotional abuse I’ve received in my own relationships, and I absolutely hate that it’s because of mental illness. I shouldn’t have had to learn to be kind because I was treated shittily first.

What is your opinion on celebrity culture and celebrity worship? Have you ever been guilty of putting a celebrity on a pedestal? Do you think it’s somehow more acceptable/understandable to obsess over certain types of celebrities (musicians over YouTubers, say) than others? At what point do you think an obsession like that crosses the line? I sometimes think it’s silly when fandoms fight and defend their favorites as if they know them personally, but I’m heavily into my fair share of celebrities and I honestly don’t see anything wrong with it. As long as you’re not hurting anyone or doing anything stupid like stalking your favorites, you do you.

If you were to pursue a career in photography and had the opportunity and means to photograph whatever you wanted, what would most like to photograph? People.

Is there a certain type of clothing (outerwear, activewear, loungewear, etc.) that you enjoy shopping for more than others? Cute tops.

Are you ever afraid to post your ideas, artwork, photography, etc. online for fear that they will get stolen or not credited? No, because I am not even creative in the first place and can’t make any form of art to save my life.

When is the last time you did something sexual? Last night.

Who is the last person you showered with, if anyone? My ex but that would’ve been ages ago. It was super rare that we absolutely had to shower together.

What do you think when you see roadkill on the side of the road? Sad and kinda disgusted if the guts are out, but also relieved that they don’t have to suffer in pain anymore.

Have you ever had an ex that just didn’t understand that it was over? Yeah, me. Luckily I came to my senses a few months ago and have felt better and been better ever since.

Are your fingernails currently short or long? They’re unequal lengths because I’ve been either biting or picking at them over the last few weeks, but for the most part they are long enough to need to be clipped.

Would you rather have big or small dogs? Big.

What is your favorite sports drink? I don’t drink any of them, so none.

What was the last compliment you gave a guy? I told my dad the dinner he made tasted excellent.

Does your jaw ever crack, pop, or lock? I don’t think my jaw has ever made a sound before, hahaha.

Have you ever thought of how you would give your kids “the talk”? No, but I think it’s also relevant to note that I live in a very conservative country where sexual intercourse is never discussed, especially within families; and that it’s virtually unheard of to hear of people until my generation to have been given the talk. I had to find out all by myself, and I remember being very confused when we were being taught the reproductive system in fifth grade because they only taught about the organs and their functions, and never anything deeper than that.

Luckily the last conservative generation was Gen X, and younger generations have been a lot more open-minded. And if I had to guess, I’m fairly certain Millennial parents would be more willing to give their kids the talk.

Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on something? I mean, my 20s, thanks to Covid.

Do you ever write/draw on windows that are fogged up? Yes.

If you were married, and your spouse’s parents became ill, would you let them move into your home? Of course.

Have you screamed in a pillow before? Probably.

What do you like more, acoustic or electric? Electric.

Did you actually have a cookie jar? No.

What’s worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you? Disappointment is more gut-wrenching. I feel more hopeless and helpless when someone feels that way about me.

What do you bite on more, your tongue, lip, or nails? Definitely my nails. Lip-biting isn’t a habit of mine and I only ever bite my tongue accidentally.

Do you think that knowing when and how you’re going to die would ruin your life? No. I would find that comforting, actually.

Do you have a favorite bromance? From TV or a movie. J-Man and Channy’s from Friends.

Do you find flea markets and thrift stores enjoyable? Sure.

What color is your wallet? Pink, but I def have to buy a new one soon as I’m still using the one my ex gave me...

Have you ever been somebody's photography subject? No, and I would hate to be. I don’t like being in front of the camera.

Nicki Minaj fan? I like a lot of songs by her but I’m by no means a fan.

Have you ever seen the Niagara Falls? Nope but I would love to.

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