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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years

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Oh god loved so so much the best friend siblign AU and I wonder if, when u got time and u feel like it, would you write how the story goes, i imagine all the family quite happy bc the really get close to Jake they like him and love how happy makes Amy and the fact now he is one more of the family but a super mad and angry Jorge who doesnt like them so they fight for their love IM SORRY I JUST GOT SO EXCITED IT WAS AMAZING

aw don't apologise for being excited!!! That's always the best reaction to a fic or hc!! - in true Peraltiago fashion Jake + Amy decide to keep their... thing a secret for a while until they really figure it out, because they sure as heck did NOT go on three dates before that smooch fest at the diner, and tbh only the knowledge that Charles+Gina+Rosa are still snoring at the apartment back there keeps them from racing back and uh, making it official 😏 - (Jake thinks about his empty dorm room for a hot second but then realises that Charles might come back in the morning and there is NO WAY he's making Amy go through that) - they never manage to go on an actual date though because Amy is always busy with school (double major yooo), so mostly Jake just hangs out at Amy+Rosa's place... the same way he did before... except for when Rosa leaves and he can finally cuddle his non-girlfriend-girlfriend (titles have not yet been chosen) - they only go officially bf / gf when Amy gets hit on at a party (by Teddy) and immediately realises she actually has a NO THANK YOU response ready now as Jake rounds the corner with their drinks! "Sorry, I'm here with my boyfriend actually" she says and gives him a quick kiss and he's dumbstruck for a second but then immediately joins in - their friends find out before the family does, though, simply because they are shit at hiding so the trio ends up stumbling in on various moments. Charles sees them holding hands somewhere on campus and thank god he got the mildest reveal because even that almost makes him faint. Gina does not believe for one second that the hickeys on Jake's neck are 'bruises' from some sort of 'ultimate frisbee' mistake and basically pins him down until he tells her the truth. Rosa, rather unceremoniously, simply runs into Jake in her hallway. At 3am. Both in their underwear. Good thing they lived together before and were actually kind of used to that. - when Jorge finds out, he's not really angry,mostly just... confused. Like, what? Jake? And his sis? Aren't they.. friends? When did this happen? Also kind of not cool, dude, you shoulda asked your friend, her brother, before you- "Oh so now you get to have a say in what I do and don't with my life? Like we're back in the 50s?" No Amy that's obviously not what I mean I just-.... fine okay you can do whatever you want - Matteo is absolutely overjoyed when Amy tells him. Like YES, you go girl, get you some nice college slice of beef cake, if you hadn't I probably woulda tried my turn next Thanksgiving (this is all shouted into speaker phone when she calls him just to make Jake feel extra awkward... the not-twins are little troublemakers if they want to) - and, well, once Matteo knows, the whole family knows. The brothers are mostly happy about it (except for David but who gives a fuck about that), because yeah Jake is a great guy and they already involuntary tested him for all Santiago-related situations, but they're definitely going to test him a bit more the next time he visits (he's been re-invited to Thanksgiving before all of this anyway, and Camila was considering Nochebuena too because he told them how his family didn't ever really do Christmas so he'd probably stay at college during winter break... which is an absolute no-go in the eyes of the family matriarch) - to be honest, it's mostly Camila (and Victor) who have a bit of a problem with it. Yes, Jake was a wonderful guest, as chaotic as he was, and yes, he's become somewhat part of their family already, but that was as Jorge's friend. Being their only daughter's boyfriend, of which so far she has had only two before him, is a whole different ballgame. And what got overlooked as 'quirks' of his is now harshly judged as 'possible problems'. - so when Thanksgiving 2 : family harder with a vengeance comes around, Jake is absolutely terrified of making a bad impression. Even if he's already made an impression on all of them, several times, over the past two years. But still. He tries to be on his best behaviour (and is immediately teased and taunted for it by

the Santiabros) and at the same time tries to keep a friendly distance from Amy to be inappropriate (and is immediately rebuked by his girlfriend basically hanging off of him like a koala the entire time). - Victor takes him aside for the Shovel Talk after dinner, when the rest of the family is gathering on the porch like usual. Jake expects about 7 more Shovel Talks to come the next two days they're there, but this one is obviously the worst, because Camila joins in. He's pretty much this close to signing some sort of contract promising he will never even bend one hair on their daughter's head when Amy barges in and saves him by dragging him off to the porch swing. - And then Jake gets his Thanksgiving dream of Amy cuddling into him under the blankets while having a beer with the Santiabros, and the way he holds onto her to make sure she doesn't fall off the swing, and the way she falls asleep so quickly and so deeply in a way she never has when anyone else of the family shared the swing with her, makes the Santiabros realise that their Shovel Talks are absolutely not needed.

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #headcanons #AU

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betterpathoflyfe · 2 years

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A Very Much-Needed & Somewhat Detailed Life Update - 3/1/22

Wow.

Here we are.

March 1, 2022.

My last blogpost waaaas…9/1/21?😅

Well…my go-to phrase as always? WE’RE HERE NOW!

So much has happened in my life, man, I don’t even know where to begin! I was debating as to whether or not I wanted to make this a specific topic blogpost or just an update blogpost, but there are so many topics within what’s been going on in my life, I figured we’d just start here.

So…since September 1st of 2021?

I had a very busy semester. On top of my courses, I was part of a research group that focused mainly on my research (since I was graduating early). It was based on the research paper I wrote (check out the blogpost for it here!) in the spring semester of 2021, and we were able to get everything we needed in terms of data collection and stuff. I submitted it for the SEPA (Southeastern Psychological Association) Conference, and it was accepted! While I’m unable to present there, one of my research partners are presenting it, so I’m just super grateful.

While the semester was long, we were able to graduate with a 3.83 GPA, earning the status of magna cum laude! I took my graduation pictures in January, but I’m still planning on walking across the stage in May. All of this to say…

We did it. We kept the focus, we gave our best effort, and God guided me the entire way (plus family, of course).

What are the next steps in my career, you might ask?

Pursuing my Master’s degree in Community-Based Educational and Leadership! Now, during my final semester last December, I received an internship opportunity at my uni’s Office of Student Success (OSS)! Here, I was in charge of research regarding transfer student initiatives. This research ultimately led to a proposal that my supervisor and I proposed for a new first-year-seminar (FYS) section for transfer students. We created a new syllabus, where I was in charge of the proposal summary and the course content schedule. After presenting it to the dean of the department, we received the o-kay to implement it!

Fast forward to this Master’s program now, right? In conjunction with it, I received an offer for a graduate assistantship, where I get to teach this course (online) + get my master’s degree paid for by the university at the same time!

It has been…a blessing. I mean, looking back at my last blogpost, I wasn’t sure how I was going to go about graduate school. I wasn’t completely sure which program I wanted to pursue, and at which level (M.A. or Ph.D.). Add on top of that studying for the GRE test, I was just like “this is a lot, Lord! But I trust You!”

And sure enough, I trusted Him and now I’m doing everything I wanted to do + more. I knew that one of my duties during the assistantship would be to meet with students, but to have the opportunity and gain experience in teaching a course on top of it? I’m just so grateful!

In terms of the master’s work, it’s been pretty good! Right now, I’m taking an educational psychology course, and I’m so glad I started with this as my first graduate-level course since I just graduated with a psych degree! I found the course pretty interesting and definitely makes me think about different dimensions of a certain topic. It’s an online degree, which I also love since it allows me to work an additional job while pursuing it! Since it’s now March 1st, I have approximately 2 weeks and 4 days before the course is over and I start my next one!

I’ve been very content 😊

In other news, my sister got married!!! She is a married U-man, and it’s crazy to even say sometimes. Like wow, not my older sister being a whole wife now? Like umm, then the next thing is children like WAIT! No but on a serious note, she married her perfect match and it’s been great to observe how they’ve been progressing as a married couple! That just reminded me that I need to continue to cover them in prayer (thanks for that reminder, Holy Spirit!)

Then there was Thanksgiving àI spent that with my dad’s side of the family and I drove myself there for the first time! Yes, I have a car!!!! It is a 2005 Toyota Corolla and I love herrrr <3 gets me to where I need to be and I just love the freedom that comes with it, you know?

But yeah, Thanksgiving was a nice time, and then for Christmas, I spent it in New Jersey with my cousins on my mom’s side and it was great!

Alright…so with that information, plus my current master’s program & GA position, we are all caught up (you know, I thought that’d take longer, but that was pretty quick to type out lol)!

There are other events that occurred, but I think I need some more time before I want to speak on them (still sort of fresh and I’m still consulting with God about it, that’s all). Definitely look out for a blogpost about that one of these days!

Nevertheless, speaking of Jesus, He’s had me on such an interesting journey thus far. Not too long ago, I’d say about 4 days ago, I did a slight spring cleaning of my life, and this included MUSIC!

Yup.

Over the past two weeks, I’ve been feeling slightly convicted for the music I’ve been listening to, or at least have in my song library. They weren’t anything crazy, but I began to really hear the lyrics I was singing and I’m like…is this who we are? Is this who we represent?

On a serious note, you know what ultimately led me to do it? Two things:

1. My commute from my uni takes me past a middle school and the neighborhood. Sometimes, I’ll be blasting music and I pass kids walking home from school. One day, as I was blasting a certain song, I slowly realized the message I could potentially be putting out there. I mean, I wouldn’t want my daughter or son walking home and hearing certain lyrics that could make them think about things they probably shouldn’t be thinking about. I slowly turned the music down and really reflected on the message I’m trying to put out. If I say I follow Christ, these lyrics are literally those of someone who knows nothing about Him! So, what am I doing?

2. Going along with my relationship with God, it has been increasing and my dependence on Him has increased significantly ever since certain events occurred in my life where I literally had to choose God over my own desire. Over a future I saw for myself. We always say that God’s will for us is perfect and quote Jeremiah 29:11, but to literally surrender ourselves (every part of ourselves) to Him is another thing. While I was content as I’ve done that with my career, I wanted to stay in control in other areas of my life.

I finally had to release it.

I had to put true faith in what God has for me, and it was very hard. Yet with that, I realized that music was subtly connected to it. The lyrics that I was feeding my soul were slowly chipping away at the Godly woman God is trying to make me, and they tempted me to indulge and flirt with certain sins. Even as I cleaned my music out and listened to the songs for the last time, I could literally sense my spirit being unsettled and my mindset changing and conforming to what was being talked about in the song! I eventually stopped listening and began deleting each song.

I even hesitated at one point and was like, maybe I don’t really need to delete this song. I went on TikTok for a quick break, and whyyyyy was the first TikTok video on my FYP (For You Page) about secular music. I was like…alright, God, let me continue then 😅

I was concerned though, you know? Because some of these songs are ones I’ve been listening to for years. To let them go, was me choosing God. And you eventually have to decide – do we want the world or do we want God? If we want God, then we need to get rid of any distraction that can hinder our walk with Him. Period.

With music came other habits that I wanted to implement, and I’ve slowly been doing a cleanup of my life. I want to be all in for Him, no more lukewarmness.

I really need to do a separate blogpost about that.

But life lately? I’ve been…okay. I’ve been doing things for me, asserting new boundaries, and taking myself out from time to time! Like I’m on this new thing where I go on a solo movie date with myself either every Thursday or Sunday afternoon! My first one was to go see the movie Uncharted, based on the video game. I was just hype because Tom Holland and Mark Wahlberg were both in it, and I love those actors! The next movie I plan to see is Dog – it’s a military-related movie + Channing Tatum and a dog – who doesn’t love that? Lol no but on a serious note, I’m looking forward to that time with myself <3. I’ve also been working out every morning (I have to do twice though because I missed yesterday’s workout), and I’ve been toning up! I need to eat cleaner though, as this week’s menu hasn’t been the healthiesttttt.

All in all, though, God has me in a slightly uncomfortable, but content place in my life.

So yeah! That wasn’t too long right? Right…😅

“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and son on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of; you thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.” – C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

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jaeminlore · 4 years

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bard!taeil ^_^

commissioned by @warmau luv u thank you for giving me free reign i’m sorry i used it all on world building

words: 5k+

a/n: sorry this is a bit late ! also for any mistakes !

okay first thought when given free reign of a story is PRINCE or ROYAL bc that is where my mind is for every story i love a good castle moment

i just think they’re neat ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but yknow i was thinking about bards and also my skyrim game and how annoying yet precious the bards are in the inn. and if that is not taeil i will eat my own foot,,,,, like omg i forgot his name i think it’s mikael?? he’s at the inn in riften!!! i beat him up to preserve the honor of some lady and now we’re best friends ^_^ anyways he’s lovable and it makes me think of taeil

i miss taeil i read a post about how precious he is and it made me feel some type of way ,,,,, my favorite taeil era was cherry bomb bc the CHOKER and the EYELINER and he just felt like the embodiment of that tiktok sparkly filter

okay now that that’s over

this story is set in a lone kingdom called intima,,,, intima is a word meaning the heart of something and it’s where the word intimacy comes from and it makes me feel warm and happy so i assume it will make the people of intima happy too !!!!! it’s an island centered around the sun — and YOU my dear reader are the eldest princess, the first before six younger siblings !!!

as the oldest, the throne is in your future, and you are set to be the reigning queen WHICH you are quite excited about this isn’t one of those aus where you hate your kingdom and your job and serving,, you LOVE your people and your culture and you genuinely can’t wait to become queen

i’m going to set the world!!!! bc world-building gives me endorphins >.>

intima is a HEAVILY floral-filled island. the clivia (or bush lily) is the capitol flower, often associated with patriotism or pride for intima as an island!!! it’s the flower people pin to their chest during coronations or royal festivals!! and the yellow/orange/coral shades are often what you and your siblings wear to represent yourselves and your island.

intima is a land of equality!!! bc i said so!! and also because the culture is purely built on gratitude and kindness ,,,,, i like to think the spirituality or “religion” in the culture is the worship of the sun and the warmth it brings,,,, a sort of serving the thing that shines a path for the hopeless!!!! there are hundreds of poems and legends and songs about the sun and who she once was and why she blesses intima with her harvests and all kinds of other things and i do have the time to get into it but i know all of you do not

intima also believes that art is hard work!!! and it’s one of the most respected jobs there are!!! like a busker or a street painter are often praised and it’s expected of islanders to tip them and stay to praise them a bit!!! and usually they’ll sell their art (if that’s what they made) afterwards!!!! and poets will read for the children and adults alike and they’ll sell their services to like,,, people who struggle to put their words down on paper and it’s all very helpful and lovely

farmers and fishermen are well respected as well!!!! ofc they bring the food in and the vendors at the marketplace sell them while the artists keep entertainment going. it’s a lovely system and often as the seasons change people will shift their jobs so a vendor will decide to create for a season or a fisherman may decide he wants to sell wares,,, it’s a system so that people can enjoy where they are as well as express they’re creativity properly

and the wealth is distributed equally so that no one goes hungry!!! everyone helps each other out to find a job that fits them!!! and not many people take advantage of the system because it’s quite shameful to refuse helping your fellow neighbor

so yes!!! kindness and helping each other out is not only expected but it is often an indicator of how respected you are as a member of society

ungrateful people get the shame cone >:(

the island is HUGE and set in a sort of jagged star shape, with villages and markets surrounding the castle itself!!! and there’s a moat surrounding the castle made from the streams that trail in from the sea ,,,, and the harbors are quite beautiful if you stand atop the castle walls you can see the ships come and go and it is just *chef’s kiss* immaculate

and the moat is so beautiful i can just imagine the ferns!! like palm brush ferns and tiger lilies and birds of paradise just lining either side of the moat,,, so pretty :( and the moat isn’t to keep people out!!! it’s actually a natural pool for the villagers when it gets too hot :)!! but otherwise the drawbridge is always down so people can come and go throughout the courtyards

similarly, the castle walls run down the island as main roads, leading to the actual castle where the main courtyard sits.

you and your siblings are very personal with your subjects, and it’s not uncommon for the princes and princesses to walk hand in hand with those of a lower class than them,,,, esp bc there isn’t really a class system in place. since wealth is evenly distributed,,,, it’s evenly distributed to the royals as well, and everyone lives comfortably. the only added expense are gifts!!! so if there’s a birthday or something more wealth might be offered to the recipients by default

the courtyards!!! are so beautiful!!! there are four in total but the one i want to focus on is the coronation courtyard!!! this is the courtyard where the coronations and celebrations are held!!!

but when there aren’t any coronations, it’s where people hang out to have picnics or sell their wares or tell stories!!!

and this is where we see taeil!!!!

every day our hero brings his life and ~sings~ a different story to whoever happens to be walking by. he’s actually hugely popular with many of intima’s people,,,, mostly because his voice is like HONEY and his smile reminds everyone of home

he has like,,,,, kind big brother who only comes home for thanksgiving but each time is more memory-filled than the last energy ,,,,, anyways

you don’t actually notice him at first!!! because usually he isn’t in the coronation courtyard.

also you’re too busy planning your OWN coronation

#queenshit and all you know the vibes

it actually isn’t until yuta points out that there is a “very tiny man singing about how beautiful you are” in the courtyard that you’re actually like,,,, okay,,,,,, interesting..?

and at first you’re like shut up yuta i’m trying to work on seating placements you know ten from iacto can’t sit beside donghyuck from stella or they’ll start a prank war during MY coronation

also there are a lot of people who write songs about you and your siblings that’s just how the vibes are !!!!!

you and your siblings are known for your beauty and kindness, so many creatives often use y’all as muses

so you just brush it off

and go back to your planning

which actually consists of you begging your advisors to make little goodie bags for everyone on the entire island (they WILL eventually agree because who doesn’t want a small bee charm necklace or some cleansing crystals)

but i digress

it’s not until you visit the courtyard to finalize the seating arrangements that you actually see the man your brother was talking about

at first you don’t even realize it’s the same person

sure, this man is short, but he is nothing like the unattractie picture you painted in your mind. not that short men are unattractive, but most men who hit on you are often uhhhh creepy and old bc intima is a beautiful place but men are still a disease

this man is, dare you say it, handsome.

like prettily handsome

his hair is a warm chestnut that falls over his eyebrows in loose curls. strands curl and bend around his ears and his eyes are lined with what seems like kohl

his lips are pursed, and he’s too far away for you to hear him, but he seems to be singing

you tear your eyes away from his coral-colored jerkin and try to focus on the seating arrangements

in the end, you leave the work to your advisors, choosing to break away and listen to the lonesome bard

and just IMAGINE for a moment taeil singing like real people do by hozier

just taeil singing any hozier song i cannot get over the thought of it >_>

those are the vibes for this story

taeil a sexy irish bog man

not really but i’ll bookmark the idea for later !!!!

okay so imagine him singing real people do or sunshine and it’s so gentle and warm coming from his mouth that you’re entranced at the very start of it,,,, you’ve heard tales of sirens luring sailors into the sea,,, and they’ve always sounded quite far fetched but now that you’re hearing taeil’s voice you’re like,,,,,, maybe it’s possible

you sidle up to another listener and ask for his name

“taeil moon”

it’s a befitting name. you run it over your tongue for a good while until it feels familiar,,, and when the song is finally over, you clap and shout a few praises, thinking your voice would get caught in the crowd

but taeil catches your gaze, and he strums a sour note on his lute. it’s a swift apology and an even swifter exit as he leaves the courtyard.

you watch him go, unsure as to why he seemed so uncomfortable knowing you were there. “is he alright?” you ask the same listener who told you taeil’s name. they answer, “he’s never left a set before. perhaps you frightened him, princess.”

you DID frighten him. moving into taeil’s point of view, the man has been declaring his infatuation with you for months now and you’ve never come to listen. he suddenly feels naked and vulnerable,,, the one person he chose to write songs about is the future queen and he could very well be executed for such unauthorized poetry

(as if executing is something intima didn’t outlaw ages ago)

so taeil is just a tiny bit dramatic, and he clings to the honest hope that you came to his show late and didn’t hear his declaration. his “all my love songs of now and forever after are for the princess y/n” that he starts every set with. he feels like a fool, so he finds himself hiding in the royal gardens, far behind the brush and hedges, where a lone forgotten fountain rusts. still water bubbles out of the spout, but there isn’t enough for the fountain to actually flow, so it just makes an incredibly awkward gurgling sound as taeil strums his lute and tries to collect his thoughts

taeil doesn’t just like you because you’re the princess. it goes so much deeper than that; he has one faint memory of his graduation out of bards college (it’s a thing in skyrim so it’s a thing in my au) and it consists of you meeting with all of the graduates and giving them each a bush lily from your own personal garden,,,,,,, you also wrote everyone a handwritten letter addressing them by name !!!!!!!!!

and it’s not much to go by at all, and taeil would feel incredibly foolish even bringing up the memory, or the fact that he keeps the card in his memeriy box,,,,, because it’s obvious that you don’t remember him from it, but he can still remember the color of your eyes up close, and he knows what it feels like to be on the receiving end of your smile,, and just the memory of your fingers grazing his when you handed him the flower and card makes his cheeks warm with childlike fondness

he’s a fool, he knows. he’s also a coward, because he ran at the very sight of you

“you ran off before i could tell you how lovely your voice is.”

taeil falls into the rusting fountain as soon as you round the hedge. he has no idea how you managed to find him, but he can’t really think much about it because he’s soon coughing and shivering from the cold and dirty water he’s just fallen into. he mourns his lute,,,,,, just floating in the shallow water ,,,,,, it’s not dead it’s just wet :/

“oh dear i’m so sorry!” you grab his hand and help him out of the fountain, wincing at the way his clothes cling to his body. (Wait. wait. taeil’s lil baby tummy.... through the sheer shirt,,,,,,, like after he takes off his jerkin to dry it out :(((( omg he’s so cute) “i just wanted to compliment you.”

“thank you, princess,” taeil manages to get out. he paints a smile on his face even though he feels like he’s never been put in a more awkward situation. “it means a lot, honestly.” he decides to avoid the topic of having a crush on you, because he thinks he has experienced plenty of embarrassing moments today, thank you very much. so he changes the topic completely. “good luck, uh, on your coronation. i’m looking forward to it.”

you lower yourself into a mock curtsy. “why thank you. save me a dance during the after party, won’t you?”

taeil nods, not trusting himself to speak, and you bid him goodbye

y’all know taeil’s face where he’s just cheesin. like :D

that’s his face for the rest of the day. and every day up until the coronation !!!!!!

and you visit him!!!! when you can !!!!!!!!

taeil has a very easygoing personality i feel like after the initial awkwardness he’d actually be the one to initiate a friendship!!! like sometimes he leaves you letters by the old fountain !!!!!! :((((

and taeil’s letters are very friendly but every once in awhile he’ll slip in song lyrics that make your heart flutter!!!! just imagine your favorite love song or folk song written out by taeil to you because he learned it and it made him think of you :(( i’m crying and i know you’re crying

one day you have a picnic!!!!!!!!! and it’s just the two of you and taeil thinks he should be nervous but he genuinely does enjoy your company,,,,, and he kinda sort of slowly starts to think of you less as a muse and more as a friend,,,,,, or even maybe a potential ,,,,,,,,, l o v e r oooohhhhhhhh,,,, omg it’s so cute tho he lays out a blanket in front of the fountain and the two of you eat sandwiches and apple juice and :(( eventually the sun makes you both a lil tired so you fall asleep side by side

and you get kind of flustered when you wake up beside taeil like oh 😳 okay 😳 now 😳

the two of you hang around each other in secret. not because it’s against the law or it would be publicized or anything like that,,,, intima is a very casual island and no one would bother the two of you too much,,,,,,,,, but taeil feels like a little secret you aren’t sure you want to share ,,, also your brothers and sisters would tease you relentlessly for giving your time to someone KNOWN for singing love songs about you

your friendship w taeil feels a bit like a bird feather on a windy day,,,,,,, like one hesitant breath could blow him away,,,,,,,, but taeil is so FUNNY and warm and gentle and COMFORTABLE that you slowly start to feel yourself fall for him.

taeil is a story-telling bard in the way that the songs he sings often tell stories of his life or the life of someone famous, installed in their hearts from the moment they were all in elementary school. like imagine him singing a tale about the greek gods or norse mythology or perhaps he goes and bit more fairytale and songs of thumbalina or sleeping beauty

he’s an amazing storyteller, so much so that when the two of you hang out, he often recites some form of verse to you, especially if it’s a legend you love dearly (SIRENS) ,,,,,, but the one thing that kind of irritates you is that he has yet to sing you one of his legendary songs that are “supposedly” for you

you’re not trying to be prideful, but this is the lovely singer everyone has told you about, and you still haven’t heard any of his original songs. or at least, his original songs dedicated to you. you’re very curious to see what you look like in taeil’s eyes, even though it might make you feel horribly vulnerable.

and taeil is like :) obviously :) i’m not going to sing love songs :) about my crush :) to my crush :)

but it’s whatever.

what i want to talk about is the coronation babey !!!!!!!!!!!

it’s very public,,, in the middle of the courtyard,,, and all the market stalls are up selling their wares to the large crowd!!!!! and kids are playing in the moat !!!!! sort of a summer festival and you’re the main event lol. like some people will gather and watch the coronation and some people will be off dancing on the other side of the courtyard but everyone is celebrating the same thing!!

and this is a high fantasy setting so there aren’t any modern things like microphones or speakers aside from a copper horn or smth ,,, but it’s all very fun and festive!!!!

merchants are selling banners of orange and gold,,, yellow roses and tiger lilies,,,,,,, flower crowns and faux scepters for the little kids!!!!!! and there’s lively music for people to dance and celebrate to,,,,,, and can you guess who is in charge of the music !!!!?! TAEIL

he’s got an entire band leading the courtyard and it’s all traditional songs for the most part of taeil is able to slip in a few love songs now and again. and ofc everyone loves them bc they know taeil and OBV it’s hard to hate taeil

but :( you aren’t really focusing on the music since it’s such a big day for you but if you were you’d know that taeil is singing his original songs :((( all the love songs about you,,,,,,,,,,

and i SWEAR i can imagine taeil singing hozier-esque songs..... omg or like mystery of love ,,,,, imagine him singing mystery of love on one side of the courtyard while you’re getting crowned queen on the other side

that image is something that can be so personal to me ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

:(((( and you’re dressed in a tan and peach maiden dress,,,, cloaked in golden silk with day lilies tucked in your hair,,,,,,,,, omg or BRAIDED into your hair,,,,,, you just look like a sun goddess okay golden by harry styles are the vibes ALRIGHT babes,,,, and there’s a speech to be made and someone made cake for the masses,,, so you get a bit caught up it everything

taeil isn’t really in the crowd for the coronation as i already stated before ,,,,, but he can kind of hear everything that’s happening and it makes him just smile to himself as he messes with his lute :((( omg if you guys haven’t heard you are gold by the national parks THATS the song taeil sings as the celebrations are dying down

and all the street lanterns are lit and people are quieting down and eating or chatting or rounding up their kids for bedtime !! omg little kids racing past and giggling, their flower crowns askew as they shout about becoming a queen one day :( that’s so cute esp to imagine taeil watching them fondling and waving at them as they pass

and there are fireflies all around!!!! lighting the pathway!!! it’s just so cute and soft and lovely think tangled at last i see the light scene OKAY except it’s not on water it’s a festival and it’s beautiful every seems to be glowing in the light

this au is partially inspired by tangled,,, or the kingdom of corona (lol) so

anyways back to you are gold

the chorus is as so: “you are gold / you are all i see / you are aurum scarce and meant for kings / and i will wait if it’s time you need / what i see in you i hope you find in me.”

and can’t you just SEE taeil singing that absentmindedly not really knowing that you’re making your way to him and then he just looks up during the final chords and he just,,,,,,, fumbles the music and his voice cracks a little (but how COULDNT it bc you’re so beautiful and angelic and taeil could easily picture the stars against your skin and in the shade of your eyes)

“h-hi,” he stutters. “you look. nice.” :D

i think taeil is pretty confident with his feelings but i also feel like he can be quite clumsy with them as well. if that makes sense. but on the other hand confessing to the now-queen of your island is a bit much and taeil isn’t really ready to be rejected on a regal level.

“thank you,” you say. AND!!! you can feel your cheeks get hot because taeil is quite handsome and you DEFINITELY heard the last few lyrics of the song and it ignited feelings inside of you that you weren’t sure you’ve felt much of before.

you kind of just want to take his hand and go spend some ~ alone time ~ with him ^_^

“you know,” you sit down beside him and wrap your cloak around yourself. “everyone has been telling me that you’re quite famous for dedicating your love songs to me. how come i haven’t heard such declarations?”

taeil’s ears turn red and he smiles down at the lute in his lap. “isn’t it a bit disrespectful to make you listen to all the songs i write for you?”

“i want to hear them!! genuinely!!”

can you just IMAGINE taeil holding eye contact and singing sunshine by hozier >:( or like ANY song by ray montangue for today we’re pretending taeil wrote all of these

hold you in my arms by ray montangue YOO :((

just taeil strumming and singing sort of under his breath because he doesn’t really want anyone else to share this lil moment with you. and he’s so sweet like i imagine after he sings he doesn’t expect any praise and he certainly doesn’t expect you to confess your love or anything like that

bc taeil is a respectful future king

LIKE JUST IMAGINE kind of grabbing his face and just giving him a lil kiss,,,,, a lil smooch,,,,, if you will

taeil is probably rlly pretty just after being kissed like his eyelashes would flutter so prettily and it would be so soft like he’d just press his forehead against yours and then omg a FOREHEAD KISS like a really gentle one

you would be so important to taeil like i think he would just be so gentle with you in every way

the relationship is a slower one,,,,,, you have queenly duties and he’s still working as a busker,,,,, getting ready to help the merchants in the winter,,,,,,,

but the two of you make time. it’s similar to before, you just set up picnics, or sometimes you watch him sing, and he’ll write you love songs and send them to you through a letter,, stamping with purple wax,,,

and taeil is always so sweet :( i think he’s more of a casual lover in the sense that he doesn’t need pda or loud declarations in order to make you feel loved flashback to him dedicating every love song to you in the middle of the square but he’d be the type to just hold your hand around the courtyard,, or he’d just send you soft smiles from the other side of the marketplace

he’s the time to buy you a basket of your favorite fruits and deliver them personally to your door

everyone in the castle just lets taeil into the chambers section at this point

the two of you will swim in the moat and play hopscotch with the village children or go shopping together or take naps beneath the afternoon sun and with taeil by your side it’s all so fond and precious and some times you’ll go days or weeks without seeing him just because of schedules but it’s never awkward when the two of you get back together

and it’s actually not until some of your very own villagers are coming up to you like hey,,,,, why haven’t you made taeil your partner yet?? he’s so precious and sweet and he would look lovely in a crown 👀👀

and uhhh who are you to argue with that lmao

so you buy taeil a ring

a pearl !!!! encased in silver <3333 i like to think that the tales he sang to you about sirens often slides to a pearl of some sorts,, so you make sure it’s the rock you place on the ring

and you take him back to that rusty old creaky old ugly old fountain :)

and you just,,,,,, ask him to marry you ,,,,,,,,,,

ofc taeil says yes, a bit frozen because the two of you have talked about marriage but only briefly,,, and he wasn’t sure you’d ever take that step so he didn’t want to pressure you

taeil ofc has always been ready,,, his soul is more open than yours if that makes sense !!! which isn’t a bad thing but he has definitely been ready for a lifetime with you for a long time now

and it’s a long-ish engagement i feel like

not that it really matters but it’s more of a betrothement !!!! so the two of you are technically already married even before the ceremony if that makes sense??? like everyone alludes to taeil as the consort and the two of you live together and receive gifts of betrothement and !!! it’s quite sweet and it’s the way they do things in intima

also you guys aren’t in a big hurry for another ceremony esp bc yuta’s coronation is coming up and you don’t want to take any of his spotlight

king!yuta hold up

but yeah taeil is a wonderful consort !! doesn’t do much yet politically bc he isn’t especially versed in politics but he’s learning!!! he’s really good at keeping a good energy in the room even if two ambassadors are fighting taeil will just be vibing like :-D and it often calms tensions

he’s just a GREAT person and a helpful ruler even tho he really doesn’t even have to be,,,, he’s just a consort,,,, but he still takes the effort to learn genuine laws and help guide the people

the people are obviously obsessed with him,,, they wouldn’t ask for another consort because he’s so kind with all of them

still sings in the courtyard as his job ,,, and the people love it just as much ^_^ esp because now all the songs are openly for you and about you and it makes people more fond of you as well

taeil creates y/n propaganda pass it on

but he works in the castle too,, and he’s a fast learner especially when it comes to settling arguements within the village or even within the court,,,, he also sets up festivals !! he’s wonderful at it !! genuinely !! taeil as an interior designer i can just see it man him designing flower arrangements and the setlist and just !! being a wonderful host

and tbh you’re very thankful because it’s nice to rule with siblings but it’s even nicer to rule with a soulmate

and taeil feels just like that — a soulmate, a missing piece of the puzzle,,,,,

and if intima is the sun , if you who rules it is the sun, then taeil is the moon,, and it’s quite obvious that the two of you were made for each other

perhaps in the future the two of you will have kids or adopt

or you guys get a puppy!!! i can see you w a puppy and taeil with a kitten and the two lil pets just follow you guys around omg

the two of you fix up the old fountain so it isn’t rusty or squeaky anymore

you guys find rocks out on the shore and create a new bed at the bottom of the fountain

and guess what!!!! you guys write little wishes on the rocks and invite everyone else to do the same with the idea that once the fountain is filled with wishes, you’ll hold a festival where you put the wishes back into the sea to be completed

omg how cute would that be like a yearly thing where the fountain would be filled with rocks and everyone gets a handful to take down to the beach and throw into the sea

it’s where lovers write their names and people confess to their crushes and anniversaries and birthdays are celebrated and it’s where artists write pictures and poets write verses and people write prayers to the sun

and it’s where you and taeil announce your first pregnancy >.<

and it’s really soft

the place between the sea and the sun is where your love lies

where your family lives

omg taeil singing lullabies to his baby :( HES be such a sweet dad

i feel like taeil already has a family just by his vibes yknow

but say it’s a daughter he’d teach her how to play the lute and he’d buy her her own

he’d let her express herself in any way and identify however she’d want and love whoever she wanted

he’d be an AMAZING father and husband and king

ANYWAYS to conclude

this was fun to write and i hope it made sense i know it’s all over the place but in conclusion taeil is sexy and deserves to be loved

#taeil au #nct au #taeil fluff #nct fluff #commissioned #destwrites

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jlalafics · 5 years

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i beg of u. on bended knee. please write peeta on bended knee. by which i mean proposing. to katniss ofc

You asked for it...and here you go--

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The bar—per every Friday night—was hopping. Round tables were filled with customers, old and young, and the noise was deafening. However, that was exactly how the owners liked their customers—jovial, bawdy, and just there for a good time.

Katniss looked around before waving at one particular waitress before reaching her usual table in the middle of the room. As she pulled out a chair and sat down, another woman approached with a group of her girlfriends.

“This is our table,” she stated before looking to her friends who snickered in approval.

Katniss smirked, clasping her hands and placing them on the table. “No, it’s not.”

“I know the owner and he said that it was my table,” she persisted. “So, you can just move—there’s room for you at the bar.”

“I’m pretty sure that he didn’t,” Katniss stated plainly.

Agitated, the girl placed a hand on her hip jutting it out aggressively. “How do you know?”

“Because he’s our Dad and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t say yes to someone who’s insulting the heir apparent to his business.”

A golden-haired waitress, blue eyes cool and strong stance, appeared before the woman.

“My sister has had this table reserved since she spit up on it as baby—not to mention, I’m pretty sure that she was conceived on top of it.” The waitress nodded her head towards the exit. “Now, beat it before you make the wall of people barred from Everdeen Spirits.”

The women quickly scurried away, and Prim snorted before turning to her sister.

Katniss stood up, hands on her hips. “Do you really have to tell everyone that story?”

“It’s gives the table a little more distinctiveness,” Prim responded easily. “Plus, I’m pretty sure our parents have had sex on at least one of these tables. I mean, I caught them making out behind the bar just last night.”

“Gross.” Katniss pulled her sister into a tight hug. “I’ve missed you!”

“Well, that’s what happens when you move to the city with your boyfriend!” They both sat down. “How is living in sin with Peeta going?”

Katniss frowned, resting back against her seat. “It’s been good—but lately, he’s been…different.”

Prim leaned in curiously. “How so?”

“He’s been working a lot lately,” she explained. “Then, there are mysterious phone calls where he hangs up right when I walk into the room and he’s been skittish.” Katniss turned to his sister. “We’ve known Peeta since we were kids—he has a tell. When he’s lying or doing something obviously stupid, he does this adorable thing where he scratches the back of his head…like he’s trying to come up with a good excuse for whatever he did.”

Prim look unconvinced.

“You’re right,” Prim replied. “We’ve known Peeta long enough to know that when he’s lying or hiding something, he’ll get caught.” She flashed her sister a smile. “The man loves you and you’ve been blissfully shacking up with him for a year now. Trust him.”

“And, you don’t think that he might be cheating on me?”

Prim reached, smacking her in the back of her head.

Katniss scowled. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Because you sound like a dumbass,” her sister retorted. “You love him?”

She sighed, nodding her head. “Yes.”

“Then relax, enjoy Thanksgiving week with our crazy-ass family, and get excited for karaoke!”

“Since when do we have karaoke at the bar?” Katniss asked with a smile.

“Since drunk people love to post videos of themselves or their friends singing ‘Don’t Stop Believin’ and tagging our bar,” Prim said. “I told Dad that it would be great for business and he agreed. Sometimes he even goes up there and sings—you know he has a voice of an angel.”

Katniss could see Darius, one of the head bartenders, setting up the microphone on the small makeshift stage.

“Oh yeah. Practically stole Mom’s heart with that voice.” Katniss smiled softly. “It’s nice to be home.”

Prim leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

“It’s great to have you home. I’ll have Vick bring your usual.”

With that, her sister stood up and headed back to the bar.

++++++

Once karaoke got started, Katniss put her thoughts on Peeta aside. Prim was right; there wasn’t a bad bone in Peeta’s body, it was why she fell in love with him.

What was once a childhood friendship had turned into love during a middle school dance. After being dumped by her boyfriend, Cato, for a girl who looked like her but had bigger boobs, Peeta had come to her rescue and asked her to dance.

Then, under an overabundance of streamers and the sound of slow jams on the speakers, Peeta Mellark became her boyfriend.

Surprisingly to a lot of people, they had remained together from high school through college—attending separate campuses—up until now. She worked as a paralegal for Haymitch Abernathy, a prominent Manhattan lawyer while Peeta worked as a sous chef for famed chef, Beetee Latier.

They were content with their life together.

At least, she thought they were.

The volume of the crowd heightened when her father crossed the stage. Richard Everdeen, with his salt and pepper hair and kind coal eyes, became everyone’s dad as soon as they entered his bar and it was apparent in the appreciative applause as he took to the microphone.

“Hello darling!” Katniss turned to find her mother pulling out a chair across from her. They embraced before sitting down. “I would have been out sooner, but I was having a hell of a time dealing with these wine distributors.”

“It’s alright,” she told her mother. “You didn’t miss anything but a round of Journey songs and a really good rendition of ‘I Wanna Dance with Somebody.’”

“I really just came to the front for your Dad.” Her mother’s blue eyes went soft at the man on stage. “And you, of course.”

Katniss chuckled. “Thanks Mom.”

“Oh, you know I love my first-born baby!” She gathered Katniss against her. “But I’m always hot for my man!”

“And, you wonder why you two were never popular with the other parents,” she responded.

Her parents were great, but they were a little more…boisterous than the staid parents that often ran the events at the girls’ schools. That never bothered Katniss or Prim though as their parents were as supportive as any parents could be.

The girls were often the top sellers during fundraising events as patrons at the bar would buy anything to support the Everdeen girls. Or whereas a parent might run a cotton candy booth during the annual springtime carnival, the Everdeens were the ones who ran the dunk tank which often featured her father promising a free bottle of wine or soda for anyone who dunked him.

“Who needs popularity?” her mother said. “We have each other.” She looked around. “Where’s Peeta?”

“He should be along,” Katniss said. “Had to work late…but he should be here soon—I hope.”

Peeta had texted his apologies, but he was once again caught up with the restaurant. He spent less time in their apartment the more successful he became.

Her mother gave her shoulder a squeeze. “He’ll be here sooner than you think.”

Katniss nodded, turning her attention to her father.

“Anyway, thank you for coming in for this new thing we’re doing. My girl Prim’s idea—” The crowd whooped and cheered for Prim who did a curtsey from the front of the bar. “It’s a joy to hear all your beautiful voices—”

“SING!” someone called out from the crowd.

Katniss looked around quickly before turning back to her dad.

“I guess we’re getting a request,” her Dad said with a humble smile. “I’m going to dedicate this to my wife. Pearl, darling, this might be a little past our time, but I think you’ll enjoy for many reasons. Also, Katniss, my oldest girl, is back home so I think she’ll enjoy this as well.”

The familiar strains of the song began, and it was like she was 12 again—all legs and arms with no tits, but feeling the beginning of womanhood and the beginning of love.

“Darlin' I, I can't explain

Where did we lose our way?

Girl, it's drivin' me insane

And I know I just need one more chance

To prove my love to you—”

There was a scrape of a chair and suddenly Peeta was sitting right next to her.

“Peeta!” She beamed at him. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

Peeta pressed a kiss to her lips. “Sorry I took so long…Beetee is so panicked about making sure that the holiday menu goes as planned.” He turned to Katniss’ mother. “Hey Mrs. Everdeen.”

“Hey sweetheart.” She stood up. “I’m going to grab a snack for you two—”

“Mom, it’s alright,” Katniss assured her.

“No, no…” Her mother was already heading away. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back!”

Katniss turned to Peeta, who took her hand. “I guess she’s giving us alone time.” She smiled at him. “I really am glad you’re here. Truthfully, I’ve been a little worried about us.”

Peeta frowned. “Why?”

“You’ve been so busy…and sometimes I feel like you’re keeping something from me,” she replied.

“I’m sorry.” Peeta gazed at her, earnestness in those blue eyes of his. “I don’t know why you put up with me sometimes.”

“Because I love you, dummy.” His mouth widened at her words and she slid her hand to his cheek. “Always.”

Peeta covered the hand on his cheek with his own. “Always.” He looked to Katniss’ father and nodded a hello. “Do you remember this song?”

“Of course,” she replied. “It was the first song we danced to—when I got dumped for being Miss No-Boobs.”

“Trust me, the boobs came and more than made up for the delay,” Peeta told her with grin. He stood up. “Dance with me.”

She looked around the crowded bar as everyone listened to her father singing the chorus. Some people were even singing along. “Here?”

“Yes. I want to dance with my girl,” Peeta insisted as he stood up, pulling her along. He wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her close. “I remember being so nervous when I asked you.”

“You were my hero,” she replied as they began to sway. “Imagine I was thinking that I was so heartbroken over Cato when you were in front of me all that time.”

Peeta met her eyes, suddenly nervous.

“I’m really sorry if I’ve been neglecting you. It’s just that I realized something; I don’t want you to be my girlfriend.”

Her heart suddenly ceased to beat, and she pushed away from him, her eyes filling.

“Then you don’t have to be.”

Katniss turned but Peeta still held her hand. “Katniss—”

“Let go!” She was full on sobbing in front of everyone. “I don’t need to hear anymore.”

Peeta obliged her and let go.

Katniss pushed past the rush of people, wiping her eyes. She couldn’t believe that he was dumping her in her family’s bar, on Thanksgiving week—

“I'm gonna swallow my pride

Say I'm sorry

Stop pointing fingers the blame is on me—”

Why the hell was Peeta singing?

She turned as the crowd parted and Peeta, mic in hand, walked towards her.

“I want a new life

And I want it with you

If you feel the same

Don't ever let it go…”

“What the fuck are you doing—”

Peeta stopped in front of her, falling to his knees, as he continued to belt out the bridge of the Boyz II Men ballad.

“You gotta believe in the spirit of love

It'll heal all things

It won't hurt anymore

No I don't believe our love's terminal

I'm down on my knees begging you please…”

“You really should get off the floor,” Katniss told him. “It’s disgusting.”

“Not until you hear me out,” Peeta told her.

Her dad was suddenly by their side and Peeta handed the mic to him. The music stopped and the whole bar turned silent.

“I don’t want you to be my girlfriend, Katniss, because you are so much more than that. You’re my best friend, my biggest supporter, my guidepost, and advisor…because I do some dumb shit sometimes—”

She scoffed. “That’s for sure.”

“And, just like that, you keep it real. You’re also my soulmate,” he continued. Reaching into his pocket, Peeta present her with a velvet box. “I’ve already mucked this up, but hopefully this will help you understand.”

Her hands shaking, Katniss took the box and opened it. “It’s a ring.”

Peeta chuckled.

“That it is. A pearl in the middle because you love them so much—and of course, it’s your mother’s name,” Peeta explained. “The two diamonds to the left and the right are for your father and Prim. If you look at the outside of the band, there’s a small engraving of the signet that I found when I was doing research about the Mellark family during our senior year and if you look inside—”

Katniss pulled the ring out and looked inside.

“Always,” she read out thickly.

“I don’t want you as my girlfriend. I want you as my wife,” Peeta told her. “So, I’m on bended knee—on this beer-stained floor—asking you if you will please…please…be my wife.”

From out of nowhere, her mother pushed her forward. “For God’s sake, Katniss, say yes to the boy!”

“Yeah,” Prim said from the bar. “That floor is so gross and I’m pretty sure he’s wearing Armani.”

“Will all Everdeens please shut up—” Katniss called out. She joined Peeta, going to her knees, and looking into his eyes. “—so I can say yes to the man who’s loved me since before my boobs came in?”

Peeta blinked back in shock. “You’re saying yes?”

“I’m saying hell yes.”

Katniss watched as Peeta slid the ring on her finger with trembling hands.

Standing up together, her fiancé pulled her close to cover her mouth in a deep kiss.

“She said yes!” Her father bellowed to the crowd. “Free beer for everyone!”

The bar erupted in cheers as Prim, wiping her eyes, dashed behind the bar to help the bartenders serve.

Richard held his hand out to his wife. “I guess we’re having a wedding.”

Pearl wrapped an arm her husband’s waist.

“Our daughter must really love Peeta,” she said, watching the newly engaged couple, lost in each other’s embrace. “Because with a voice like that—”

“Well, let’s just hope that the children don’t inherit his voice.”

FIN.

Song: “On Bended Knee” -Boyz II Men

#Everlark fanfiction #Everlark #Fluff #ModernAu!Everlark

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ahtohallan-calling · 4 years

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chapter 21 of don’t read the last page is here!

masterpost

[kristanna / m / multichap / modern au with actress!anna and vetstudent!kristoff]

“Happy birthday, Kris.”

He reached into the bag and pulled out a square of fabric; he let it fall open and, after reading what was on the front of the t-shirt, looked at Anna with a mixture of shock and amusement.

Ellie squinted at it from the far end of the table. “Best dad ever? Why does it say that? I don’t get it.”

march

"Call me as soon as you're done, okay?"

"What if you're in the middle of saving a bunny's life or something?"

"I won't be. I'll probably still be at lunch."

Anna sighed in relief and stepped closer, leaning her forehead against his chest. "Oh, good. I'm nervous as fuck."

"Why?" he asked, settling his arms around her.

"I don't know. Just...now that I'm excited about it, I'm worried it'll be a false alarm after all or like...that something's wrong."

Kristoff kissed the top of her head. "It's going to be fine, baby. I'm sure of it."

She tilted her face up towards him, propping up her chin on his chest. "Why does everything sound so reassuring when you say it? Tell me something else that'll make me feel better."

"Uh...like what?"

"I don't know. That I'll never get morning sickness and only be in labor for five minutes."

"I don't think either of those things can really happen. But," he said quickly, seeing the disappointment on her face, "it'll be worth it. Because then we'll get to meet our baby. Who, just saying, is going to be the coolest kid of all time and will definitely be a Mario Kart prodigy."

She smiled and raised up on her toes to kiss him. "Love you."

"Love you back."

And then, because that seemed to be the way of things in his life these days, he had had to miss lunch in order to help out with an emergency surgery and missed lunch. The dog in question, thankfully, was completely fine, but his heart was pounding as he scrambled to check his phone. Ryder raised an eyebrow at the way he rushed into the break room. “All good, man?”

“Great,” Kristoff said absentmindedly as he flicked open his texts from Anna.

hey no worries that you didnt pick up sure u just got busy but congratulations dad🎈🎉👶

nov 12 is the due date but they said prob will be late since its our first

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! love you

For a moment he just stared down at the screen, hardly daring to breathe. So this was really happening; by the end of the year, he’d have a one-month-old baby. He was going to be a father.

“Stop mooning over the girlfriend and come help me in the kennels,” Ryder called.

“Fiancee,” Kristoff said absentmindedly before typing out a quick response, ignoring the exaggerated gasp of shock from the doorway.

I can’t wait. Love you back :)

---

“Kristoff?”

“Distractions won’t work this time,” he replied through clenched teeth.

“I’m not even racing this time, dumbass. What’s in 209 days?”

“Huh? I-- fuck!” he shouted as he drove right off the edge of the track, to Anna and Ryder’s delight, and promptly fell to last place.

“Watch out, Nattura,” Anna growled. “I’m coming for your ass.”

“Was she always like this?” Honey asked, amused, from where she was sprawled across the armchair.

“Yes,” Elsa replied from her spot on the floor, not looking up from her phone. “It was worst when we played Candyland, because there’s not even a point to being competitive at that.”

“Hello? Does anyone care about this ominous countdown on the fridge?” Sven asked again, huffing when he was drowned out by Anna’s cheering as she threw a banana peel in front of Ryder’s kart and secured a last-second victory.

Kristoff, at last, glanced at him. “Will you get me a beer while you’re over there?”

“Yes, if you tell me what the fuck is in 209 days and if I need to like, buy a Geiger counter or something.”

“Anna?” Honey asked suddenly, sitting up. “Everything good?”

“Fine,” she said distantly, suddenly the same shade of white as her t-shirt.

Ryder, his eyes wide, put an arm around her shoulders to keep her from swaying off the sofa. “Jesus, is winning Mario Kart that exciting?” he asked.

“That’s like, November…” Sven said, frowning. “Why is Thanksgiving making you pass out?”

“I’m not passing out,” Anna said, her voice distant, and Kristoff swore under his breath, hastily getting to his feet and crossing to the kitchen himself to get a glass of water. “I’m pregnant, though.”

No one reacted until Elsa’s phone hit the floor, and then they all burst into a cacophony of questions.

“You’re what--”

“How long have you--”

“What the fuck--”

“I think I am going to actually pass out if you don’t all shut up,” Anna said, her voice suddenly nearly a shout, and they all froze and turned to look at her.

Kristoff handed her the glass of water then, and she took a long gulp before meeting her sister’s gaze. “I was going to tell you tonight, Elsa,” she explained, “you know, family and all. And the rest of you guys in a few more weeks when, you know, it’s less…” She waved a hand. “Risky. But...yes. We’re, uh, we’re having a baby. November 12th, mark your calendars for Anna Arendelle’s performance of a lifetime.”

Sven was the first to speak. “Damn,” he said, taking a sip of the beer he’d finally regained the sense to crack open, “you’re really gonna do that to some kid?”

“Do what?” she asked with a slight frown.

“Make him be a goddamn giant and a ginger.”

april

“You don’t have to stay up with me,” Anna said hoarsely as he passed her a glass of water. "You only signed up for morning sickness duties, not every hour of the day and night sickness watch."

“I won’t be able to sleep knowing you don’t feel good.”

“Yeah, but now you won’t be able to stay awake at the clinic tomorrow.”

“That’s what coffee is for,”

She sighed and wiped her hand across her mouth. “I think it’s over for now.”

Kristoff leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Are you sure?”

“No. But I hope it is.”

“Me, too,” he said, getting to his feet before reaching down and offering a hand to help her up. She stumbled slightly, and he caught her, eyebrows knitting together with concern. “Come on, let’s get you back to bed.”

“I wanna brush my teeth,” she said, yawning.

He waited while she did, and she couldn’t help but smile at him in the mirror when he let out his own yawn, rubbing sleepily at his eyes under his glasses. “I love you,” she said around the toothbrush, and he laughed.

“Even though it’s my fault you’re sick right now?”

“Both of ours, really. Your fault for being so handsome, and my fault for taking full advantage of that,” she said, cheerful again now that the nausea had passed as she bounced back to bed. “Or maybe it’s the baby’s fault.”

“We’ll have to give her a stern talking to,” Kristoff replied, lifting the blankets for her as she clambered in. “Put her in timeout and everything.”

Anna laughed, nestling against his chest the moment he was beside her once more. “You really are convinced it’s a girl, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “Who’s going to look exactly like you.”

“I don’t know,” she hummed. “I’m kind of hoping for a little boy.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I just...sometimes I think about what it’ll be like when they’re here, and I just...I keep imagining how it would feel to look over and see you holding a little boy and think ‘that’s him, that’s our son’.”

Suddenly there was a lump in his throat. “Well...well, I guess that would be okay, too.”

---

Sam was surprisingly misty-eyed when she told him. “Look at you, kiddo,” he kept saying, over and over, and she was half-tempted to get up and walk around his desk to give him a hug around the neck.

Lena, though, was so efficiently business-like that Anna just sat silently in her chair, grateful for Kristoff’s hand in hers. “Do we have a timeline?”

“Yes, November twelfth is--”

“Not that. For when you want to go public. Although that does give us a firm deadline.”

Anna let out a surprised little laugh, but Lena just raised an eyebrow; apparently that hadn’t been a joke. Kristoff squeezed her hand and said, “The sooner the better. Might as well get it over with.”

“Well, if we go ahead and go public now, it’s going to hurt Anna’s engagement numbers and detract from the film’s first trailer coming out next week. If we wait until, say, June, it’ll fall perfectly in the lull between the first and second trailers and give us time to start setting the narrative on track well before the press tours. I’ll see what I can do to make sure anything out of state is done before you’re not allowed to fly. When’s the wedding?”

Anna blinked for a moment, trying to process the rapid-fire stream of information. “Um. We didn’t set a date yet.”

“Hmm,” Lena said with a frown. “Well, let’s try to get on that. People will want to know. Too bad you’re not already married, I’d say release a picture of you in the dress and you’d be on the cover of People. For now, though, just a picture of both of you is enough.”

“We don’t want to do that, though,” Anna said quickly before Kristoff could start to get nervous. “Just let them know that he, you know, exists. I don’t want to make it easier for them to find him.”

“Alright. I’d suggest social media, since your fans feel very close to you and will appreciate hearing it directly. But an interview is always a good default if you want a pro’s help putting it in the best way possible.”

She shifted slightly in her seat. “Um. I’m kind of...out of my depth here. Sam?”

He blinked. “Oh, sorry, I was just-- do you remember the day you wandered into my office for the first time, kiddo, with those roller skates?”

“Of course I do,” she said fondly.

“Anyway. I’d do the interview. Better safe than sorry.”

Lena nodded. “Right. Let me find someone willing to do a feature on you,” she said, diving back in to her laptop.

The rest of them sat in awkward silence for a moment before Kristoff cleared his throat. “So,” he began, “what do I need to do?”

Sam shrugged. “Be on good behavior. Don’t do anything that would embarrass her. Don’t go out in pajamas or get a DUI or anything. If the fans are getting too pushy, help her get out. If paparazzi starts shouting, don’t ever shout back. Even if they say--”

“Done,” Lena announced suddenly. “Tomorrow afternoon downtown. No lunch required, just tea, so no need to worry about getting sick.”

“I haven’t been that sick,” Anna said defensively, and beside her Kristoff coughed.

Sam grinned again. “Look at you, kiddo,” he said again.

“Look at me what, puking?”

“Getting ready to be a mom,” he said, and suddenly she felt a little misty-eyed, too.

---

may

“Jesus!” Anna yelped. “I was dead asleep!”

“Sorry,” Kristoff mumbled as he sat down on the warm spot on the sofa she’d just been evicted from, settling her on his lap and promptly burying his face in her shoulder.

She frowned, carding her fingers through his hair. “I was having a very good dream, I’ll have you know,” she said, though there was no real irritation in her voice. “About puppies, I think.”

“You can go back to sleep,” he said, his voice muffled against her shirt.

“I will when you tell me what’s wrong.”

His arms tightened around her waist. “Give me a minute.”

She hummed her agreement and turned to press a kiss into his hair, relishing the feel of him so close against her, enough that their breathing was slowly syncing up as their chests rose and fell together. Worry was tugging at her, to be sure, about what could have upset him enough to not bother with even a hello, but it helped more than a little to know that he would tell her before long so she could help fix it, instead of letting it linger like an untreated wound in his heart.

“Sorry,” he said again, pulling back with a sigh to rest his forehead against hers. “Just needed a second.”

“‘S’okay, baby. No rush.”

He closed his eyes, moving the hand that wasn’t supporting her back to rest against her still-flat stomach. “At the store...there was stuff in the tabloids. About this.”

“But I...how would anyone know?”

“It said ‘a source from the set of Arendelle’s new movie’.”

“Fuck. I knew people were going to start being suspicious of me being sick all the time. Well, they were going to find out soon enough anyway, weren’t they?” she said, hoping she sounded reassuring despite the pit that had just opened up in her chest.

“It said the baby is Hans’s,” he said bleakly, and a little gasp slipped out from her before she could hold it back.

For a moment they just held each other, letting the news sink in. Anna ran a hand up and down Kristoff’s back, and he sighed, still keeping his forehead pressed against hers. “I’m sorry you had to see that, Kris,” she said quietly.

“I know with...with you being famous and stuff, you’re always going to kind of belong to other people. But the baby...she’s just ours. And I guess it was stupid of me, but I was kind of hoping it would always be like that. That the whole time people knew about her, they would know the truth.”

“About him,” Anna said, and he huffed out a laugh. “Sorry, too soon to be teasing you?”

“No. It helps. You’re definitely wrong, though. I’m certain of it.”

She laughed then, too, and kissed him. “The interview will be out soon. And then everyone will know it’s been you all along, and that it’s your son in there.”

“Daughter. And...okay. If you’re sure.”

“Yeah. I’m ready for this part to be over. I know it’s gonna be hard on you, and I’m sorry you’ll have to deal with the bullshit, but...damn, it’s been hard keeping you a secret. I just want to parade you around town and be like ‘hey guys, guess who got lucky and convinced the hottest guy in the world to marry her?’” “Now you’re just being corny to cheer me up. Literally last night you called me Grandpa again when I put my glasses on.”

“Yeah, but you’re a sexy grandpa. Which is how we ended up in this mess in the first place.”

“Not a mess. Just an...unexpected journey.”

Anna grinned and kissed the tip of his nose. “Is that your way of asking me if we can have a Lord of the Rings marathon tonight to cheer you up?”

“You know me too well. And yes.”

“Did you get popcorn?”

“Mhmm. Think you can keep it down?”

“Nope,” she said cheerfully. “Good thing I have a fiance to hold my hair back, eh?”

---

“Wait!”

Everyone turned and looked at Anna as she dug through her purse. “I want to take a picture of this,” she explained. “So I can remember the face he makes.”

Kristoff raised an eyebrow, one hand still in the gift bag. “Should I be nervous?”

“No, just--” She grinned and held up her phone. “You’ll see.”

“Can I open it now?”

She nodded, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. “Happy birthday, Kris.”

He reached into the bag and pulled out a square of fabric; he let it fall open and, after reading what was on the front of the t-shirt, looked at Anna with a mixture of shock and amusement.

Ellie squinted at it from the far end of the table. “Best dad ever? Why does it say that? I don’t get it.”

And then she did get it all at once, her eyes going wide as she clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh!”

Kristoff’s mother was already weeping and throwing her arms over his shoulders, and his brothers looked awkward but pleased all the same as they clapped him on the back, and Ellie was already squealing and tugging on her sister’s hand and spouting off something about names, and beside Anna Kristoff’s father smiled and set a hand on her shoulder.

“Congratulations,” he said, his eyes kind and full of warmth, and suddenly she was wishing her own father was here, wondering what he would have said, how broadly he would have smiled.

“Thank you, Mr. Bjorgman,” she said, and when he saw her lip start to wobble he pulled her into a tight hug.

“You can call me Cliff, you know,” he said softly. “Or whatever else you’d like. Shoot, might as well go ahead and help me get some practice in, start calling me Grandpa if you want.”

She laughed at that. “Cliff for now, I think.”

“Fine with me,” he said, gently patting her back. “I hope you know we’re here to help both of you with whatever you need. And that you’re welcome up here anytime, with or without him. Don’t even have to call ahead, just come right in the back door and tell me you want pickles or something, whatever it is. Don’t have much experience in this department of parenting, but I’ll try my best.”

“Thank you,” she said, holding on tighter for just a moment before pulling away to face the rest of them.

---

june

look it’s official

lena had a copy mailed to the house

He squinted at the photo she had texted him, scrolling through the full-page article dedicated to Anna’s rapid rise to fame. He couldn’t help but grin at the mentions of her tampon commercial and unexpected viral fame; she had to have been irritated at that being brought up again. There were photos of her in that blue gown, too, the one she’d worn for the Netflix movie and been so excited to show him. And then there, at the end, was the all-important “what are you doing now” section, the one she had rehearsed with him over and over the night before the interview.

“What’s next for you, Anna?” I ask, and she gives me a bright smile as she sets down her cup of (herbal) tea.

“Well, I’m going to wrap up filming for the sequel, of course, but then I’m going to take a step back from the spotlight for a little bit to focus on my family.”

“Your sister?”

“My fiance Kristoff, actually, and our first baby. We’re really excited,” she adds with her trademark bright smile, and I can’t help but smile back at her.

He grinned and closed the picture so he could type back a response, but before he’d even started a phone call came through. He frowned; it was just a number, no name, but it looked familiar somehow. “Hello?” he asked, expecting it to be a telemarketer.

“Kristoff? It’s Sam.”

“What’s up?”

“I, uh, I don’t know if you saw yet, but just...don’t panic.”

#SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY MY BAD #drtlp #my fics #pregnancy cw

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71tenseventeen · 4 years

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Is now a good time to ask for all the little things you put into wylei? I’m dying to know, but can keep waiting if needed. 🤓 I love it.

I’m glad you reminded me because I did, indeed, forget! I don’t know if these will be as interesting as you hope but here are some tidbits that I wove into the story. If I think of more, I’ll try to edit this post and of course if you have questions about anything specific, I’m all ears!

*Evgeni has pictures on his computer and one on his refrigerator because at the time I had the same situation going on. Now I just have more.

*I actually researched McDonald’s toys in Canada over the years that Sidney would have been growing up in Cole Harbor before I settled on the zamboni.

*I spent a lotttttt of time looking at maps of the area where Sidney’s actual hockey school is held. I didn’t get specific about most locations but I used their proximity to the rink to decide where Evgeni and Katya stayed, what activities they went to do (I researched actual places to take kids her age) and to decide on where they would see Sidney out.

*While we’re on the subject, I also spent obscene amounts of time looking at street view for Pittsburgh neighborhoods and created Evgeni and Katya’s home based on two that I thought would work for them. I picked a specific neighborhood based on what Evgeni’s income would be and where he might have a successful business. I also researched which rink would be closest to that location so when Evgeni mentions that RMU is closer but they went to UPMC instead, that’s true based on where they live.

*Zainab, Katya’s sitter, is based closely on a friend of mine.

*Tanvi, the person who greeted them at PPG is also based on another friend of mine, although a bit more loosely.

*Zhenya went to Univ. of Missouri because that is where I went.

*The Pens vs. Blues game he went to see in college really happened. (12/13/05)The Pens really lost.

*The Islanders vs. Pens game he went to see on spring break really happened. (3/24/06) Sidney really did have two points that night(1g, 1a, I think) and the Pens really did win.

*The restaurant he has the blind date with Roger at (and later, has dessert with Sidney) is real. (Click link for details.) I haven’t been yet but it’s on my list to check out at some point!

*I knew someone who mispronounced Evgeni the way Roger does. Annoying as shit.

*Roger went to U of Kansas-which has a long, intense rivalry with U of Mo. Hence, Zhenya’s cringe when he found out. Jayhawks is a dirty word!

*Basically I tried to make Roger the most insufferable blind date for Zhenya. Most of what he likes are the opposite of what I like do.

*It probably goes without saying but Sidney Crosby could not kiss someone outside at that location in Pittsburgh and it go unnoticed. He couldn’t even talk to someone in that restaurant without it going noticed. I had to take some artistic liberties there. Same goes for him going basically anywhere in the story-Giant Eagle, Zhenya’s rec league game, Target-you get the idea.

*I included three foods that I LOVE in the Malkin’s patchwork Thanksgiving dinner-olivier salad, kleicha and pirozhki. I also LOVE vareniki which shows up at both Christmas at Sidney’s and Russian Orthodox Christmas at Zhenya’s.

*Kris Letang really did have a chocolate line. It was a collab with some company and though I never tried it, I remember reading that it tasted kind of crappy.

*The scraper was my little nod to Shelter. <3

*It was really important to me to show Katya bypassing Flower at some point to go to Sidney, signifying her growing bond with him, which finally happened on the rainy day play date.

#wylei #when you least expect it #my fic #Anonymous

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arsyeong · 5 years

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[4] thief | ijb.

o n e / t w o / t h r e e / f i v e / s i x / s e v e n / e i g h t

summary: the thief leaves yet another warning. word count: 1,275

a/n: well this took some time HAHAHAHAHA :D and he is psychometric ended yesterday ,, this is a tribute. ive also strayed from the original character of skye because im not good with words lol. n e ways i hope u enjoy hehe :3

Even you don't know how you're still alive.

Work had been especially hard these days. You were everywhere - helping the farmers harvest their crops before winter, moving crates of produce from one place to another, writing to the seniors' families to invite them for at least Thanksgiving, feeding the farm animals and so much more.

Your friends have been checking on you often, aware of your workload. They try to help as much as they can - heck, even Bambam (who was known to be lazy) did you a few favors - but it never seemed enough. Besides, they had their own lives too. You can't just take away their own time from them.

Today was another busy day.

You give your best smile to the old woman by the pond. "The mayor of their town dropped by yesterday and said he'd be the one to give it to them," you tell her while softly stroking her hand, "I'll ask him again when I see him next. He comes here often anyway."

The lady barely manages to croak out her thanks, but you do see it on her face and in her smile. With a final nod, you let go of her hand and walk away to your next destination.

You've never really been fond of the mines, but you were very friendly with the people working there.

"Jinyoung! Yeeun!" you call out. "I'm here!"

The two turn to you, and you know from their troubled faces that something was wrong. You hurry up the hill to them. "Did something happen?"

"The dig has been going well," says Jinyoung seriously before Yeeun hands you a piece of paper, "but this happened."

At midnight, I shall help myself to the valuables in your tent. Thank you for your efforts. JB.

"If that scoundrel takes even one artifact, we'll be set back for days!" cries Yeeun. "All that hard work will be put to waste!"

Jinyoung pulls her into his arms. He pats her gently as she vents out her frustration through tears and muffled death threats for the thief.

You, however, were silently rereading the note. Unlike the two beside you, the part that had caught your eye the most was the last one. JB.

You hadn't seen him for weeks.

Before he left you after the storytelling by the lake, he had informed you he visits the town at night. "In case you want to see me again," he had said cheekily, "or if you feel like turning me in. You know where to find me."

You used the information for the former.

The remaining days of summer were spent on working in the day and relaxing with him at night. You discovered more things about him, and it was the same for him to you. Jaebeom's image of a thief quickly turned to that of a friend; you even recall the first time you acknowledged it out loud.

"I really do miss my friends back home," he had mused with a faraway look, "Youngjae, Jackson, Yugyeom ... all of them."

Your ears perked up at the first name. "If we're thinking about the same Youngjae, he's running a summer shop here. You could go visit him!"

"I can't risk it," he said, "A thief out and about during the day? I might go to jail before I could even see Youngjae."

You fell back on the grass, defeated, and he sighed. There was silence for a moment, and then you said, "I'm your friend."

Had you seen his face then, you would have seen his eyes widen and his cheeks flush red in surprise. "I know," he had told you as casually as he could, but he was panicking internally.

"Until you could see your friends back home again," you continued, "I'm your friend."

"And when I finally see them again?" he asked, facing you enough for you to see his side smile.

"I'll still be your friend," you told him with a shrug. He had snorted lightly at that, and you remember how his smile widened to reveal his top teeth. He shook his head and looked back out onto the spring. You hadn't needed to see him then to know he was also smiling.

"So?"

Jinyoung's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You look up to see him and Yeeun looking at you with a hopeful gleam in their eyes. "Will you help or not?"

"Of course," you tell them, and you hope the agreement was on catching the thief. Friendly as you were with them, the idea of mining until dawn in hopes of finding something wasn't quite appealing to you.

It's Jinyoung who shakes your hand and thanks you as his partner enters their tent to prepare for tonight. Walking to your other duties, you can't help but wish preparing yourself was just as easy.

"Thank you for coming," Jinyoung greets with yet another firm handshake. Yeeun rushes to you and envelops you in a hug. She takes a second longer than the usual, and that was enough for you to tell how anxious she is for tonight.

"Do you want to sit down?" she asks softly. She looks around then smiles at you awkwardly when she's reminded they don't have chairs in the tent.

"I'd love to," you say sheepishly. "Would it be alright?"

She gestures to a red sleeping bag on your right, "You must be working a lot these days."

You seat with crossed legs on what you assume to be her sleeping bag and nod. "I am," you admit, "but I'm used to it. People are always the busiest during autumn, then workloads are reduced greatly come winter."

"Just hang in there," she beams at you encouragingly, "A few more days and you'll finally get to rest," she pauses for a while before asking, "Are you hungry? We still have some food left here."

"I ate the sandwich," confesses Jinyoung, stopping her as soon as she turns around. He looks to you with apologetic eyes, but his smile says otherwise. "Sorry."

"It's okay," you chuckle, a little heart formed by his fingers appearing when you didn't follow up on your hunger.

The three of you spend the next few minutes in silence. Still seated, you watch Yeeun pace around the limited space while Jinyoung occasionally peeks outside.

Disappointment fills you more and more with every second that passes by without any announcement of him. Nervous as you were to face him after not meeting him for some time, you had still been excited to do so. The thought of seeing him again, even under this kind of circumstance, had been your motivation to get through the day and stay up for the night.

But it doesn't seem like he's coming.

You pull your knees closer to your chest and sigh as soon as Yeeun says, "Maybe he forgot he sent a note to us."

"Or," Jinyoung starts slowly, turning to both of you, "Or he could be stealing from the dig site this very moment!"

The two of them lock eyes briefly before wordlessly rushing out of the tent, heading to the mines. You get up to zip the tent shut, but you realize they weren't the only shadows outside.

A third one was nearing you.

In your tired state, even squinting didn't allow you a good look at the figure. It was probably seven steps to you when your fingers freeze on the zipper in recognition.

JB.

“Don’t close up just yet!” He jogs to you and places his hand over yours before you could zip it up completely. He rests his head on his hand and greets, "Hey."

You take in the way his eyes sparkle as he looks up at you, and you resist the urge to smile back at him. "Aren't you going to greet me back?"

"I would if you didn't send my friends a warning note," you answer coldly, narrowing your eyes at him and trying to make him feel guilty. He just laughs.

"Ah," he says, "I see you've got my message."

"Correction: I wasn't the recipient of your message."

"Yes you were," he insists, chuckling once more at the confusion that bloomed after that. "Well, I intended for you to hear it via them."

"You aren't making sense."

"Of course I don't," he says lightly. He then lifts his head back to normal and looks around.

"They're probably still checking around the mines," you tell him, "This dig really means a lot to them, you know."

"I know."

Your surprise from his soft tone at that increases when his hand slithers under yours and takes hold of it. "Jaebeom," you gasp.

He simply laughs at you again. "Come with me."

A minute later, he was leading you downhill and away from the tent. "Are you taking advantage of my trust and bringing me somewhere for you to murder without leaving a trace?" you can't help but ask, releasing your fear all in one breath.

He glances back at you with an expression of disbelief. "Why would you think that?"

"It can happen."

"I'd never hurt you," he says softly, looking away, "Not again."

The remainder of your walk was spent in silence as you mull over his words. You're only snapped back to attention at the sound of waves crashing onto the shore.

"The ocean is especially beautiful tonight," he says once you're close enough to the waves. He tilts his head and looks at you with a small smile. "Maybe it's because you're here with me, (Y/N)."

"And here I thought you don't say things like that to your friends," you mutter.

He points at your cheeks, "But you're blushing."

"Oh, am I?" You start to pat your cheeks though you know he's telling the truth. "Really?"

In the next second, he had pushed your hands away from your face and replaced them with his own. He squishes your cheeks together and leans in, "See?"

"More like feel," you say. There's a brief silence as both of you slowly realize how close your faces were. The two of you pull away at the same time.

"Have I told you I liked cooking?" he asks suddenly.

"No," you reply, "I don't think so."

"Well, I do," he continues, "and I pride myself most on my stew."

You hum and nod along to this. "I like making other things - my second best is curry, actually - but I just like stew the best. Kimchi stew, to be exact, but my other stews are great too. It's quite easy to make, but I pride myself on that the most," he pauses then turns to you again, "I hope you get to try my stew one day."

"It must taste amazing if you talk about it like that," you say before meeting his eyes, "I'd love to."

"One day," he sighs, looking back out to the ocean.

Staring at him, you suddenly wonder, What if he gets caught?

Being friends with him may have changed your perspective of him, but it doesn't change the fact that he's a thief and that he had stolen countless times before. Kind and forgiving as the townsfolk may be, they were all about justice and safety. They'd let him rot in prison for as long as they could.

"Why do you come back here at night?" you find yourself asking.

"I rob people?" he answers, confused and sounding like it should have been obvious.

"No," you shake your head and focus on him, "I mean the nights you aren't stealing from people," and, in a whisper, you add, "The nights you spend with me."

He takes a deep breath and sticks his hands in his pockets, "Let's go back. Jinyoung and Yeeun must be worried about you."

He starts to walk away, but you take his arm and stop him. "You haven't answered my question."

"Just tell them you saw me, you ran off to catch me," he turns to you and winks, "but you failed."

"You aren't answering me," you push on, jogging until you're walking beside him.

"Don't walk beside me like that!" he whisper-yells with a playful grin on his face, "A lovely lady like you shouldn't be seen with a thief like me."

"Shut up and answer my question, Jaebeom." You were serious. You grab his arm again and pull him back to a stop. There's a fire in his eyes when he looks at you once more, but you don't back down.

"Let go."

"Tell me."

His hand was on yours, and it wasn't as gentle as it was earlier. However, it just stays there. "Why do you want to know?" he asks in a low tone.

"Why don't you want to tell me?" you shoot back.

The tension is broken by his laugh, amusement taking over his features while confusion does for yours. "Well, well," he says with a hint of pride, "That was a good answer."

Jaebeom applauds you for some seconds before he registers how serious you were. "Okay!" he breathes out, holding his hands up as if to surrender, "You answer my question then I'll answer yours. Deal?"

Sensing he wouldn't have it any other way, you simply nod and let go of him. You wait for him quietly and glare at him when he doesn't say anything. "What happened to the deal?"

"I told you to answer my question first before I answer yours," he explains, crossing his arms over his chest, "You're the one who isn't doing your part."

He smiles when you sigh, knowing he'd defeated you. Looking down, you admit, "I want to know why you come here leisurely when you know you could get caught at any moment."

"Is this your way of telling me not to come here anymore?"

You deny it so fast that he laughs yet again.

"Hey," he calls out softly. When you see his shoes on the ground you were looking at, your head shoots up in surprise. You're even more shocked when you realize how close he was standing to you. He grins at your reaction and leans in, holding you gently by your sides. "What do I do here when I'm not stealing?"

"You hang out with me," you whisper back, hoping he wouldn't notice how nervous you were at being so close to him.

He chuckles in your ear, "Exactly."

There's a pause where you could feel him breathing by you, and you weren't sure what to feel. All you were sure about was that your heart was beating faster with every moment you stay in that position.

"I come here, take risks and do all that," he finally says, voice low, "because of you."

Stunned, it takes you some time to process his words and form more questions.

But he was already gone.

"You're okay!" Yeeun says happily, pulling you into a quick hug. "You didn't come back last night, and we were worried sick about you."

"We thought that thief had done something to you," says Jinyoung, "I would never have forgiven myself if that happened. Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm okay," you assure them with a genuine smile, "I just got tired chasing him."

"At least you're alive," Yeeun says, "Catching him is a problem for the future."

You eat the breakfast they've brought you and exchange stories about the night before. Even if you've just woken up, you made sure to follow what JB said the night before. It was a feeble attempt in trying to make yourself believe the real events were just a dream.

A very confusing dream.

p r e v i o u s / n e x t

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ofphcenixes · 5 years

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BLUE & LIBBY - text thread 001

texts from 3:55pm to 7:01pm

blue

hey lib. (: havent talked today. just wanted to drop in and see if u were doin alright i have memes if u need them

libby

i mean, technically we did talk. i reminded you of the moment the world stood still: when valentine and you made contact (1) time. are you okay though? you seem a little, weird

blue

i maintain that valentine was an alien in a spider suit that wanted to destroy me but u know what I mean djdjdjd just chats between us. the gc has been a june holden fest lately lmao hope it works out for them tho anyways i am always weird in ur eyes djdjhd. but im fine. shit was crazy that night and we never really got to talk about what happenedand if u wanted to talk i just want u to kno im here ABOUT NADIA bc yeah kdjdjjd

libby

don't talk to me or my son ever again yeah, wow, okay so holden stayed over the night. i only know that because i saw his stuff in her room? i think she mentioned that like, it was a one time thing but i feel like... he might be coming over again which.. is Interesting oh. yeah, no i think i'm okay. i guess just in shock. june is very broken up over it, so i'm doing my best to be a good pal, and bring loads of ice cream and kisses. /: do you wanna talk? about nadia? i know that she like, meant something to you

blue

ok good luck getting me to stop talkin to u but as for valentine? bye Felecia! is that right. hmm well he doesn’t seem like much is goin on so maybe they were just,, hanging out. bringing a bag over is pretty damning tho. and if he does come over and u see him tell that bih he owes me $ bc he ate my fucking chorizo salad ): r u proud lib?? I ate a salad by choice well I would have if Holden wasn’t a lil birch bitch DONT CENSOR ME fuck. im sorry. ): i actually wanted to see june today tbh. but if u need anyone pls let me know alright? id skip practice if u needed me, lib WELL. i mean ok i was sorta close with her in middle school and she’s always been a friend and I just. I’m just fucking numb tbh. I really can’t believe it

libby

i'll have you know that valentine died shortly after my 18th birthday so ): idk idk, why would they hang out in her room if they were "hanging out"? like they have history. i feel like thats, a little too ... suspicious given the context. in a good way though. like i hope it works out theyre both so miserable without each other. oh my god!! look at you go! so proud of you, dude! ( even if you never got to it lmao ) no, no, it's okay. june needs all the support she can get, and i don't wanna impede. i'm really fine, i just sort of need to accept it and i guess reflect on how terrible it is. she was a really sweet person and fuck i really cant believe any of it i guess

blue

fuck what kdjdjdnd I thought valentine just yeeted shit that’s not a good way to put it fuck but. im sorry lib ): ok I take it back Valentine was alright. still scared the fuck out of me tho all i know is that if i loved someone as much as holden loves june, i wouldn’t let you go **THEM fuck Damn phone Typos Djdjhdi can’t believe u make me eat green stuff its truly CRUEL whomst? I only know nadia just didn’t fucking deserve any of this. shit even daisey didn’t. i just want to protect everyone and i don’t know HOW it goes without saying that im happy to be ur uber driver for the indefinite future

libby

no omg, i took good care of my boy. idk what happened, they can live up to like 15 years so i was pretty bummed tbh. i was a bad mom he appreciates your support from the grave though i mean, i guess. but not everyone you love is going to love you back, i think that's where holden's at. not everyone wants to be clung to, and june seems reluctant besides, you know all about that. holden, the love of your life, loves june. how sad it's good for you!!! i'm helping i ... feel so badly for both of them. i can't imagine how their families must be feeling, fuck. i hate this. i'm moving to spain ah, dude you don't have to do all that. you probably are busy with practice, and holden, and work. thank you tho

blue

im sure ur a great mother. ): but still valentine was lucky to have u. and im sure he misses u in his weird spider heaven web of flies and whatever it is spiders like idk ill dm peter parker and find out i mean... guess that’s true. I suppose I dont get to see how june feels most of the time. i just wish they’d talk about it and sort it out at least. they both deserve to be happy holden is the loml that is true aksjjsjd. holden has enough room for both me and june in his heart. so i mean technically i can love someone else too?? but enough about that lmfao you definitely are helping. even coach has noticed dkdjd. making me better without even trying u can’t move without me who’s gonna get me free popcorn ): you’re just as important as practise and holden to me, lib.

libby

god, i miss him. you think the girls would be mad if i bought another one? like, to keep in my room. i know! they're both obviously still in love, you can tell. i can't wait for them to overcome this and get to be together. also, im grateful for the amount of sleep i'm able to get now that... the room next to mine is less loud welp, i hope you find someone who is willing to share you with holden lol oMG, REALLY? IDK WHY THAT MADE ME IRRATIONALLY HAPPY LOL. WE CAN GET SALAD LATER let's go, we'll go to spain and take on a new identity. we can live along the coast and work in a bakery or something. get a puppy don't show holden that text he might cry. but dsjflk thank you, you're very important to me too. kinda my best pal

blue

u would have to ask. but if you did get another what would u call it? thanksgiving? funnily enough valentine is only a few weeks away. a sign?? i mean fuck ive known holden for years and can confirm he is happiest when he’s with june. when she’s not roasting him at least lmfao. and if my MasterPlan works im afraid things will get bad again djdjdj. I can take one for the team and try to get them to come over here tho - u don’t need to deal with that shit i hope i do too tbh. and who would I want it to be u ask? that’s right. danny devito. LETS NOT GET TOO CRAZY IVE ALREADY HAD THREE VEGETABLES THIS WERK AND ITS ONLY TUESDAY. I think it’s popcorn time 8) bold of u to assume i know where Spain is dkdjdjdjdj well he’s gonna catch on soon enough we spend every day together at this point lol

libby

i was gonna name this one patrick, after st patricks day actually lol. yes you know what's also approaching that is more important? your birthday! i know, it doesnt take a rocket scientist to figure that out. he's v much a relationship kinda dude, actually bc he's also kinda slutty lol. but even june is sad and its just, SO HARD. i hate when people are clearly, happiest together are like, nO IM GOING TO PROLONG THE MISERY. i feel like we're in a rom-com. how do we get them back together? i'll let him know. my v-day gift from me to you oooo, should i get the skittles ready too then? popcorn is kinda of a veggie if you think abt it omg, okay well now you can't come with me. offer rescinded. im going with the hot cop lslsfkjdjkldfs i mean its not like we're doing anything weird, so its okay, right?

blue

ur so cute wtf. although if u did do this i hope u know im calling him patrick star. also how the fuck do u tell if its a female or a male spider theyre so small and gross. fuck it is too lol. i dont have any money so im gonna let ppl down on the party front lmao. ud still come tho, right? how can he be both slutty and relationshippy. like not to be weird bc i know hes ur cousin and all dkfjgg but he doesnt.. have people over anymore. unless hes someone learned not to stomp around the house WHICH I DONT BELIEVE. and ha hA im already on plan 384 to get them back together get on my level lmao. we just gotta force them to spend time together tbh. does that mean i have to give u the hot cop for valentines bc i mean. i would if that's what u wanted but im sure u can do much better than him OH FUCK UR RIGHT OUR WHOLE RELATIONSHIP HAS BEEN A LIE TO CONVERT ME TO VEGGIES HASNT IT r u breaking up with me? well fine, ill take the dog ): it's... it's not weird unless we make it weird. and we haven't. have we?

libby

fdsjfjdsl shhhhh, back at you. Patrick Star will be his full name, i promise you this much. as for gender idfk, i am honestly assuming its pronouns lol. i'd be sued by the LGBT community if they knew. also dude, of course. i'll make you cupcakes. plus i know what i wanna buy you! i can't wait dude what? really?? i thought he was seeing people this whole time, holy shit. dude he's really messed up over this huh? wow, okay, we need to kick this into high gear and have them get back together. tell me your plans. omg, no you clown. i don't even like him that much, he's just pretty. i do like... some personality and he has 0 GOD MY PLAN HAS BEEN FOILED. I CANT BELIEVE IT like i'd ever let you take the dog. she's mine sdfjlkdsfjlk iDK DUDE. I MAY HAVE MADE IT WEIRD BUT WE'RE BAD AT TALKING ABT STUFF, SO WE DONT HAVE TO LOL.

blue

do spiders even have gender i thought they were just the minions of evil lmfao lib u rly dont have to get me anything, really. altho now im curious tbh. but get ready for me to get a lit gift in june >:) ill even wrap it myself which says a lot bc i cant wrap for shit but i want it to be personal lmao not many that im aware of atm. will give u info is this changes. huh we r spies lib. >:) but i dont have any current plans except trying to force them to go in a photo booth together or something when we eventually go to the arcade djsjdh omg how did u know. but idk everyone speaks about him like hes gOD he’s just a dude. eyebrows on fleek tho I will say that IM SO HURT UD USE ME LIKE THIS LIB. ALL THIS TIME WE WERE GETTING CLOSE AND U WERE ONLY HERE FOR THE VEGGIES so u get Spain AND the dog. what do I get, sadness ???? you haven’t made it weird lib, i promise. not to me, anyway. maybe we both wanted the same thing. maybe. oR MAYBE NOT LMFAO but yeah we can talk about whatever lol

libby

don't talk about nate like that omg! i want to, plus its a surprise so no asking what it is. also wow i cant believe you remember my birthday, lol. you dont have to get me anything. you can buy me an ice cream though oh my gOD THAT'S BRILLIANT! aw, what if they take one of those cute kiss pictures in the photobooth like in the movies? i can't wait for them to love each other again, they're so cute. are you jealous that no one is talking about your eyebrows? you have nice eyebrows and nothing to be jealous abt GOD, IM SO SORRY. ROY HIRED ME. HE WAS WORRIED ABT YOUR HEALTH. IM SORRY YOU HAD TO FIND OUT THIS WAY. I THOUGHT YOU NEVER WOULD /: you get the memory of what we were to keep you warm right, cool. noted

blue

why do u talk about the string bean all the time i know u grew up with him but seriously he's like a pale pipe cleaner that i dont need in my life ofc i remeber ur birthday lib. dont u remember ur 10th?? probably the best day of my life lmao. and if u get me something i get u something thats how this works as long as june doesnt say anything mean and holden say anything stupid, its a pretty solid plan tbh. im not jealous HOW DARE ROY PLAY ME LIKE THIS. cant believe u betrayed me lib, after all we've been through ;-; but what if i want something to sell off now that u took the house oh fuck lib i didn't mean it like that. just... pretend i said nothing ok and. yeah talk about something else

libby

hey sorry, i gotta go. talk tomorrow.

blue

oh is everything ok? but alright talk tomorrow then i guess bye lib

libby

night

blue

its 6pm lib but okay night

blue

lib if i did something u dont have to tell me but pls know i didnt mean it, whatever it was. i hope youre okay. but i wont bother u again i promise. just. yeah

libby

it's okay, dude. i'm fine. it's honestly my own fault, it's not you. you're always great. i'm sorry. it's fine

blue

i dont understand what ur talking about but i can tell u dont want to so ill just... leave this. but you're always great too lib. the greatest, in fact. just let me know if ur still coming to the arcade later or not yeah

libby

i guess i'll go. i like pacman.

blue

if u... if u change ur mind i understand. but i really hope u can make it.

#( blue ; converse ! )#( blue & libby ! )#WE LOVE CRYING

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nyctimus · 4 years

Note

Text symbols meme thing for Ivanpez and Talix and like lit anyone else you wanna do it for.

Set in MB:R verse!

IVANPEZ-

MORNING text.

8:03 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Hi handsome! Don’t forget you promised to meet me for brunch at that cute little bistro on main, okay?! Can’t wait to see your pretty face! 🥰

text that WASN’T SENT.

9:30 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] My mother has enough money to cover the slack for us if you just quit your job

RUSHED text.

4:45 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] I’m SOOO sooo sorry I’m running late :((( Got stuck in the goddamn metroplex traffic, swear to god I’ll move to the wilderness and abandon the city completely one day. I’ll be there soon! Promise!

DRUNK text.

3:09 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Move in with me wuit your job. I’ll quit mine. We can go somewhere nice like ... 3:12 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Whefe? Where you what to go 3:13 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Beach? We c an skinny dip every night 3:13 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Hou can buiold a nice beach hut an I will make nice curtains for it, okay?

SUGGESTIVE text.

2:57 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you insisted on wearing that skimpy little white tank to work in just to try and tempt me to tear it off of you.

LATE NIGHT text.

1:15 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Come here. I want cuddles, and my bed is nicer than yours

HATEFUL text.

5:44 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Peter. 5:44 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] I don’t know what I’ve done to upset you, but I promise I’ll right it. 5:49 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] What do you mean? Of course I have, why else would you have worn those atrocious, eye- searing shirts every day for the past WEEK if not to punish me? 5:51 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] What? 5:51 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Don’t be ridiculous. Of course you’re punishing me. 5:52 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Still too angry to tell me what I’ve done, I see. Okay. I’ll try again later.

RANDOM text.

2:32 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Gold or indigo? I can’t decide.

SCARED text.

6:45 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Hey, I thought you’d be back by now? 7:02 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Pete? 7:13 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Peter??? Please pick up 7:26 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Baby please

LOVING text.

10:50 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Good night, sweet boy, I hope you have the very best dreams... I know you’re nervous about tomorrow, but you shouldn’t be... you’re perfect. 10:52 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] You’ve got this. Now get some rest... don’t make me come over there 10:52 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Fine, then. See you soon

CURIOUS text.

3:13 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] What are your favorite appetizers? Salty or sweet? Party hosting has become just a little more complicated since I started caring more about your opinion than my own. Feelings can be so pesky sometimes 😛

EXCITED text.

3:13 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Pete! 3:13 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Can you believe we’re leaving on our veeeery first vacation together as a couple together today? Even if it’s just a little two day getaway, I’m SO excited, I’ve been looking forward to this all week. 3:13 pm [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Can’t wait to have you all to myself. You may be sick of me by the time this is over. Fair warning!

ACCIDENTAL text.

1:19 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Oh, I don’t know. I think it’s entirely possible I’m just a way for him to pass a little time. And I’m fine with that. Obviously. Why wouldn’t I be?

HEARTBREAKING text.

1:19 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] Pete? 1:24 am [Kolya → Lyubimiy❤️] My mother just died. I.... I’m packing to head home to Paris now. Can you go with me?

/ / /

TALIX-

MORNING text.

5:25 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I know you’re sleeping and won’t even see this for another 6 hours or so, but if you come give me a ride home I’ll smuggle you a whole loaf of that cinnamon coffee cake you like. Please

text that WASN’T SENT.

10:17 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] How do you do it? Live like that constantly? It was a ten minute experience two months ago but I’m still having nightmares

RUSHED text.

3:59 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] K, I know Ellis would probably throw the entire knife drawer at your face if you show back up here but there are SO many drunk assholes here right now it almost seems worth it to beg you to come save me

DRUNK text.

9:42 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] U just reality want you to hold me brighttnkw 9:42 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] Plea.Se. And pet my hair, Anne kiss my nose. Ok?

SUGGESTIVE text.

4:35 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I know this is fucked up, okay... 4:35 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] And idk if it’s the full moon or what, but I can’t stop thinking about you with your gun when I’m getting off 4:35 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] Your actual gun. Not your dick, love that one too but the one you... you know what I mean 4:35 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] The way you hold it. Your fingers. Those fucking veins in your arms, Jesus Christ

LATE NIGHT text.

1:32 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] Are you okay? I know it’s silly to be afraid for you every single time the news mentions turf wars and casualties, but I worry about you. Text me when you can

HATEFUL text.

5:18 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] Swear to fuck next stuck up ass businessman that walks through these doors, orders coffee and then wrinkles his nose when he tastes it is getting the whole pot poured on his fancyboy suit. Why do people come here wanting Starbucks? I’m going to scream

RANDOM text.

7:30 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] ...Pretty sure your kid is here staking me out right now. Not even subtle. Staring me down as I text this. Should I be concerned? Pretend I don’t know him? SOS

SCARED text.

4:06 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I think someone’s following me. I keep seeing the same car. At work, outside my apartment 4:07 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] In the parking lot at Krogers. What should I do? 4:08 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I know if they see you it might make things worse but can you come get me? Please. I’m scared

LOVING text.

7:31 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] Hey, hot stuff. I’ll be dead to the world by the time you read this but I just wanted to tell you I hope you have a good day. Kick everyone’s ass. Don’t get arrested. 💖 xo

CURIOUS text.

9:22 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] What do you have planned for Thanksgiving? My brother’s hounding me to bring you back to the farm. No pressure either way. He’s kind of a lot. I think he wants to shovel talk you, so... feel free to be busy, haha

EXCITED text.

5:48 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] You know that cat I’ve been leaving canned tuna out for for like, the last month and a half? 5:48 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] SHE CAME INSIDE 5:48 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] And killed my favorite plant, but! SHE CAME INSIDE!!!

ACCIDENTAL text.

8:57 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I know you’re just worried about me, and I get that 8:57 pm [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] But you need to fuck off. It’s none of your business, man

HEARTBREAKING text.

6:22 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I know I’m being an asshole doing this over text 6:22 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] But I’ve been trying for weeks to say it in person, and I just can’t. I look at you and it wipes everything else out of my brain 6:22 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I don’t know how to commit to a guy with a kid. 6:22 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] And I know you warned me, first thing, and I know I’m being horribly selfish 6:22 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I just. I guess I’m looking for something else. 6:22 am [Felix → Sweet Po-Tate-o 🍠] I’m sorry.

/ / /

DONNY/GRAHAM-

MORNING text.

7:37 am [Graham → bitchboy] it’s cold, jackass. if you’re gonna fucking leave me here to freeze by myself you could at least turn up the heat wtf 7:37 am [Graham → bitchboy] inconsiderate motherfucker

text that WASN’T SENT.

7:36 am [Graham → bitchboy] please come back, i dont sleep as well without you

RUSHED text.

6:44 pm [Graham → bitchboy] fucking setup? target expecting me so find your leak

DRUNK text & ACCIDENTAL text.

2:57 am [Graham → bitchboy] i wasfn EXPECTING him, tyler 2:57 am [Graham → bitchboy] i mean everypnoes heard of him. what an asshole he is. cause he is. but hes this asshole who owns a TEDDY BEAR 2:59 am [Graham → bitchboy] of course you won’t believe nme but im not lyin i swear it on my mams grave 3:02 am [Graham → bitchboy] and its not his sons. its his. its so cute. hes cyte. ill stab your duck if you tell anyone 3:03 am [Graham → bitchboy] duck 3:03 am [Graham → bitchboy] duck 3:03 am [Graham → bitchboy] y ouknow. 3:04 am [Graham → bitchboy] god. 3:04 am [Graham → bitchboy] its’ terinle

SUGGESTIVE text & EXCITED text.

11:52 pm [Graham → bitchboy] finally finished up here. 11:52 pm [Graham → bitchboy] eta 47 mins, have your office clear and my reward ready ;)

LATE NIGHT text.

12:02 am [Graham → bitchboy] sometimes i feel like you’re intentionally giving me the lamest possible fucking targets. wtf. i like killing bitches that will stab me back, not pushing pathetic ass grannies down the stairs while her 50 cats watch me? im picking my own files from here on out 12:03 am [Graham → bitchboy] and im bringing the cats 12:03 am [Graham → bitchboy] maybe youll think twice before pulling this shit on me again

HATEFUL text.

6:26 pm [Graham → bitchboy] you sign my paychecks. thats it. you dont get to tell me what to do outside of that. dont get it twisted just because were fucking, asshole

RANDOM text.

8:32 pm [Graham → bitchboy] idc what we do for dinner but i really want cheesecake so

CURIOUS text.

4:30 am [Graham → bitchboy] idk what you and dj usually do for holidays. should i head out? i can crash at my old room at tys, i dont mind

SCARED text & LOVING text & HEARTBREAKING text.

4:29 am [Graham → bitchboy] idk, got me good thus time. pulling over. behind sunoco on 35. dont wnna crash but you should send someone to gt rid of the folders if not my body too by rhen. too much evidence sorry 4:30 am [Graham → bitchboy] im really sorry 4:30 am [Graham → bitchboy] i love you. sorry for not telling you until now . sorry. im so sorry

#iheardarumorxxx #talix #ivanpez #donny & graham #graham is a man of few texts it seems #i was kinda lost with the excited one so just smushed it with the suggestive #bc thats abt as excited as hed get over texts

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discreteluxuryff · 6 years

Text

TWENTY-EIGHT

Vanessa

2 weeks later…..

Weeks went by and not once did I think about Trey. His antics on Thanksgiving really threw me off, but I didn’t care. He was upset because I wasn’t upset about his daughter’s mother. I don’t know if Trey liked drama or not, but from the looks of everything he loved it. He wanted me to be upset and start an argument all for what? I wasn’t about to feed into his bullshit and I think that’s why he’s really mad. He know’s I’m over him and he can’t stand it.

I was finally feeling good about myself. I let all my dead weight go and now I was happy. I finally found the right place I could call home and everything was really falling into place. I was almost seven months pregnant and I couldn’t wait for my baby girl to get here. I didn’t need to be with Trey just to feel secure. I didn’t need him for anything and I was okay with that. That’s not saying I don’t want him in Marley’s life, but if he doesn’t want to be around then that’s fine. I gave him enough time to see how our baby was doing, and he didn’t even bother seeing if she was okay. Once again, Trey is only thinking about himself.

Making my way into Nordstrom, I decided to shop for more baby clothes. Between me, Jalissa, Vashtie and my mother, Marley was being spoiled like crazy. She didn’t need anything else, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t wait for my baby girl to get here.

“ Oh god.” I sighed as I dropped my phone. I was already struggling to reach down and get it.

“I’ll get it for you.” His deep raspy voice caught my attention, but his face is what kept my attention. This man was fine, but he looked so familiar.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“You good. Vanessa?”

“Yeah…how do you-, never mind I’m sure you know me as Tremaine Neverson’s ex.” I said chuckling.

“Yeah, but I know you from the block. You don’t remember me?” He smiled and I got a good look at his face. That’s when it dawned on me, it was Samir.

I met Samir back in the sixth grade and he was in the eighth grade. He was like a big brother growing up and after I moved from the neighborhood when I was a freshman in high school, we tried our best to keep in touch. Then after a while, I didn’t hear from him. I heard he was in a gang and he was doing a lot and I just assumed he forgot about me. I never thought we would cross paths again, but here we are.

“Oh my god, Samir?! I haven’t seen you in like twelve years. How are you?”

“Shit I’ve been good. I own a little restaurant back on the block and I got a daughter now. I’ve been trying to stay out the streets and shit.”

“That’s good, Samir. How old is your daughter? I bet she looks just like you.”

“ Nine months and you know she does.” he said chuckling. “What you having?” He asked pointing at my stomach.

“A girl. She’ll be here in March, I’m just ready for all this to be over. Plus I’m ready to go back to work.“

"You’re a radio personality, right? At least that was I seen all over social media.”

“Yeah, I’ve been in radio for four years now. I ended up moving to LA and then I finally finished up school out there. I only moved out there because of Tremaine, but that’s a long story.”

“Still with him?”

“No.” I said shaking my head. “ We’re done and I’m just trying to focus on myself and my daughter. Are you still with your daughter’s mother?”

“Nah, it just didn’t work out. It’s all good though. I just want to be a good example for her.” It was so weird hearing Samir talk about having a daughter and just having this new life. I was proud of him.

For another twenty minutes, Samir and I kept talking. It felt good talking to an old friend and it’s not like Samir was just some guy from my past. This was my friend and I’m so happy we ran into each other. Besides Vashtie, Samir knew everything that happened in my life. It was times where I would go to him after my dad would pull his acts and he would be my protector. He was really the only male that cared about me and I still appreciate the things he’s done for me.

“Damn, I can’t believe I ran into you. I thought you forgot about me and just said fuck that nigga.”

“Hell, I thought you forgot about me. After I left the neighborhood we talked less and everything. I really needed you throughout the years. I’ve been through a lot, Samir. I won’t bore you with all the things I’ve been through, though. I’m sure you have to get going anyway.”

“It’s cool. I do, but after today I don’t ever want to stop hearing from you. Here.” He handed me his phone and I put my number in it.

“Here you go. Now don’t forget about me, Samir.”

“I can never forget about you.” He pulled me in for a hug.

“

** The next day…

“Guess who I ran into yesterday?”

“Who?” Vashtie asked raising her eyebrow.

“Samir.”

“Stop it. Are you serious right now?”

“Yes. I ran into him at Nordstrom, and honestly, he looks good. He owns a restaurant and he even has a daughter.”

“Wow, another thing the both of you have in common; a daughter.” I sighed and continued to finish hanging my clothes up in my closet.

It’s no secret that Vashtie hates Trey, she only liked Samir. She thought that would be my boyfriend because of the way he protected me when my father abused me. Honestly, we were only friends and nothing more. Even after we lost touch, Vashtie constantly talked about how that should’ve been my boyfriend, but I already had one and she didn’t like him either.

“Vashtie, why are you like this?”

“Like what? I’m just saying, I always thought you two would’ve been like high school sweethearts and what not. You two deserved each other and now that you two reunited, something could blossom. After your pregnancy, though, of course. Can’t be thotting with a baby in your belly.”

"Vashtie, again, why are you like this? I may never see him again.”

“Let me see. She snatched my phone and God know’s what she was doing.”

“What are you doing?!”

“Wait, you’re letting him come over today?! Ahhhhhh! I might as well stay.”

“That was the plan. If you actually read the whole conversation, you would know he wants to see you.”

Yes I know I haven’t seen Samir in years and inviting him over seems like a lot. I just feel like I can still trust him enough to be in my space. This is my house and I can do what I want. It’s really just old friends catching up with one another. Plus, I’m pregnant and I’m not looking for anything with anybody.

“Hmm, we’ll see. Baby daddy just texted you, though.” I rolled my eyes and grabbed my phone. What did Trey want?

Trey: I’m back in town. I’m coming to see u in 15.

me: what?????????? Bye. You don’t pop up when you feel like it. I only texted you my new address in case of an emergency.

Trey: it’s an emergency.

I rolled my eyes so hard. I’m so tired of Trey thinking he can just show up when he wants. He went two weeks without checking on me or the baby. I did tell him my address only because anything can happen, but of all days he wants to show up and I have Samir stopping by. I already know if they’re here at the same time it can cause an issue on Trey’s end, but honestly, I could care less about his feelings.

“What did he say?”

“He said he’ll be here in fifteen minutes and meanwhile Samir will be over around that same time.”

“Good. Trey will be upset and I will enjoy every minute of it.”

“Vashtie.”

“Vanessa.” I sighed and shook my head. This was something I was not looking forward to.

Looking at my phone I got texts from both Trey and Samir. Samir was outside and Trey was less than five minutes away. I wasn’t going to let Trey ruin my day and I already knew what to do with him. I would see what he wanted and then I would have to make him leave. He was not about to make me and my company feel awkward. Honestly, maybe Trey seeing Samir here will make him leave me alone and only contact me about Marley.

“Coming!” I heard my doorbell ring and I automatically knew it was Samir.

Opening the door I seen his smile. That smile could light up a whole damn room and it was “contagious” too. Samir had a smile to where you would want to smile for no reason. You could be in the worst mood and his smile just had that effect on people. That’s what I need, though. I already know when Trey gets here a smile will be off of my face.

“Hey, Samir!” I said giving him a hug.

“What up?”

“Is that Samir?!” Vashtie ran to the door the both of embraced one another. This was really feeling like old times.

Getting ready to close the door, I felt something stopping it. At first, I thought it was something wrong, but then I realized it was Trey. I really wanted to know why he had to come here, lord just why?

“I can’t come in now?” Trey asked trying his best to come in.

“Now really isn’t a good time, Trey.”

“Why?” He walked in and made eye contact with both Vashtie and Samir.

“Hey, Samir…let me talk to you in the kitchen.” I heard Vashtie say. She knew the moment would be awkward. By the look of Samir’s face, I could tell it was. I’m glad they walked out just in time.

“Who is that?”

“A friend, Trey. What do you want, I’m kind of busy.”

“What friend? I don’t know him.”

“But I do. I’ve been knowing him longer than you, anymore questions?”

“So you’re bein’ a hoe while pregnant?” What the fuck was he talking about.

Trey has been disrespectful, but this was a new low for him. Calling me out of my name was new and I didn’t like it. How dare he even say that to me? I’m not even dating Samir let alone anyone. I’m pregnant and that’s not even on my damn mind. I don’t know what’s gotten into him but he needs to get it together. I’m tired of his ass and his crazy ass split personality. One minute he’s showing he cares and now this.

“Excuse me? I’m not dealing with anyone. You have some nerve popping up over here and the try to call me a hoe. Are you serious? Matter of fact you can go.”

“Feeling guilty, huh? I just asked a question. You got a new man around you all the time now. Something isn’t right.”

“Trey, do you hear how dumb you sound? New man? The only new man I ever had around me was Richard! Samir, yeah he’s actually an old friend. He’s the only man that ever gave a fuck about me because clearly, you didn’t, my father didn’t or Richard. Are you intimidated by every man that comes around me? What is the truth?”

“Sure. Now he’s the only man that ever cared about you? Just forget the five years I spent tryin’ to please your stubborn ass. I apologized countless times and still gave you what you wanted.”

“Gave me what I wanted?! Material shit didn’t mean a thing to me. Between that and the lies, what did you really give me? You gave me a broken heart and fucking baby. Which this baby is the only good thing coming out of this situation. You didn’t care about me, you only cared about yourself.”

“Please. You stayed with me and allowed me to do all that shit to you. Don’t act brand new now.” I was so flabbergasted. This man was either crazy or really showing me who he really was. “Anyways, I came over to reconcile, but you’re on bullshit again. I was considerin’ on forgivin’ you for the way you’ve been actin’ and possibly gettin’ back together.”

“You have literally lost what little mind you have if you ever think I’m getting back with you. Just leave me the fuck alone, Trey!”

“Yo, Vanessa, you good?” I turned around and seen Samir and Vashtie standing in the hall. This was so embarrassing.

“I’m good, Samir. He was just leaving.” Without hesitation, Trey shook his head and left. I was done completely. There was no reason for me to ever be around this man.

#Trey song ff #trey songz fanfic #yarissanchez fanfic

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hella-free-space · 6 years

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life update~

the fin kids: all doin pretty good :) beans (my halfmoon double tail male) has bitten some of his fins but they haven’t got any rot and he has SO MANY THINGS to rest on and he seems otherwise healthy so hopefully he doesn’t nibble any more <3 the guppies are mostly grown :O one female is rly big o.o i ended up with 4 females and one male, but he’s pretty colorful :3 love his blues ^-^ bubble (ct female betta) is forever wiggling and crystal (vt female betta) is big and graceful af. triton (delta tail male betta) is enjoying his new sponge filter. the inverts: FRIDAY FINALLY MOLTED!! so that’s cool :) but i can’t remove her molt :) because it’s in her webbed up cocoon of a corkbark tube :) el capitan died ;n; the first dwarf cray i had disapeared ._. so i decided to give the next one it’s own tank...since s/he had a sunken ship hide i named it el capitan. it molted and seemed okay but then i went away for 2.5 days over thanksgiving and i came back and it had passed :/ i did wc before i left and testing the water when i came back wouldn’tve helped since ammonia would’ve been spiked anyways. all i can think of is that it didnt eat enough after it had molted or not enough iodine or excess copper in my water...i’m gonna stay away from crays for a while :/ tbh i’m super bummed because i’ve wanted a dwarf cray since i started the hobby...maybe next year when we move i’ll get another but for now no more crays :/ tiny kitty: still very tiny .-. she’s nearly a year! her bday is in january :) she’s got shortish legs BUT CAN JUMP SO HIGH OML. TALKIN LIKE 5 FT VERTICAL HERE. and she’s very very fluffy. she loves crunchy treats v much. lulu: our dachshund mix :) excited about all her new toys! we cleaned out under the bed...and we found her hoard of junk e.e like socks and toys and stuff like that...we had an intervention and we’re working through this with her. she’s not afraid of her harness anymore (she’s a leash puller so harness > just collar) and she wants 100% of your attention. always. the cutest puppy-dog-eyes face; no human can resist. the geck: skippy is doing well! she’s got a little nub now and her tail healed up just fine :) she does NOT like dubias but she loves to hunt for crickets! she sleeps in the funniest positions and i love her. she currently weighs 28g and i found a little gram scale at goodwill for $4 *0* so i’ll be able to track her weight now! :D possible future ham: i’ve been on and off researching hamsters and their care for about a year or so now and i’m finally into the more complicated stuff like nutrition and foods :3 i saw this suuuper cute little black and white syrian (which is the species i wanted!) and im hoping my hubs lets me get him for xmas :) cuz i’ve already started buying supplies :) took advantage of black friday/cyber deals week to pick up bedding (60L bags of carefresh are $10 on amazon rn yall! reg priced at about $20!), toys, chews, hides, treats, etc. i’ve messaged someone about a 12″ wheel (they’re like 20-30 bucks reg price so HOPEFULLY they’ll sell it separately from their stuff for 5-10 cuz that’d be a steal!) and i’ve found a cute sand bath container :) the last things on my list are: staple diet, water bottle (petco, $5), 12″ wheel, sand, sand bath, small corner litter box, screen mesh for bin. he’ll have a bin cage (650 sq in rn) since its most cost effective...the plan is to have 2 bins on top of each other (1300 sq in total) to give him more floor space but not take up any more room in the apt since there’s not a lot left tbh ^-^” probably the bottom will have deep bedding for him to burrow in and the top bin will have a thinner layer :p so anyways he’s black and white and i might name him oreo but who knows~ possible future ratties: my mom has 4 rats in a double critter nation and she takes awesome care of them :) but she feels like she doesn’t give them enough time out of the cage (their cage has plenty of enrichment tho, no worries there) so she said if i had the time/room i could take them when we move back to san antonio :D she also said i can just keep the cage and all the supplies after they’ve passed :O she also said i could have her planted 10 gallon when she rehomes the fish ;u; which means an awesome upgrade for my little bubbles! basically she just wants to have their chihuahua (which my lil sisters BABY. they had matching halloween costumes and they’re goals af.) from now on since she’s gotten really busy and she’s basically giving me all of her pet supplies for free o.o i feel so hella blessed to have such a rad mom (and not just cuz she gives me stuff~ she’s always been rad <3)

#life update nobody asked for #the hubs is my husband btw #i just say hubs instead of hubby i guess?#its a thing...#yall pray that my hubs lets me get that adorable black n white ham tho ;u;#he was still there after black friday so there's hope!

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mooosicaldreamz · 7 years

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I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE. I don't know if you're still doing prompts, but if you areeeee, could you maybe do supercorp ice skating?

bros. you thought……..you thought i was done? with fulfilling the prompts left from my 1k follower extravaganza???? i’m not done. i still have like a whole page. sorry this took so long. anyway here’s some supercorp fucking ICE SKATING because I LOVE ICE SKATING FICS because I’M A BIG SAP??? here are my other ficlets, here is where u can give me coffee, here is my gf because we all know she’s the best.

It’s cold and blustery the day Kara suggests it. They’re coming back from lunch, Kara’s arm wrapped around Lena’s shoulders and bleeding warmth into her. One moment, Kara is giving a blow-by-blow account of her and Snapper’s argument at the morning meeting, and the next, Lena’s losing her footing on a hidden patch of ice left over by some ice monster Supergirl had fought in the middle of L Corp’s plaza. She pretends not to notice that Kara takes a steady, floating hop and gets them over the patch, her hands gripping at Lena’s shoulders, pulling her ever closer.

It makes Lena laugh, and then Kara is laughing too, and she rolls her eyes when Lena calls her her hero and then they’re just looking at each other in the cold, a scarf wound around Lena’s neck and an adorable little knit beanie atop Kara’s head.

“You know, you should just build an ice skating rink out here,” Kara says, smiling and tugging Lena’s body forward again, toward the revolving doors of the front lobby. “You know, call it a science experiment, have your engineers keep ice up and running for a month. I’ll write a puff piece about it, and we can make Alex come skate - and she’s so bad, Lena.”

It makes Lena laugh even louder, and it makes their separation feel even colder when they shuffle into the revolving doors.

“You want me to somehow keep a sustainable ice rink together when the average December temperature is fifty degrees,” Jackson asks, looking down at the blueprints and then looking back at her.

“Yes,” Lena says. There’s no other option. The construction crew is already scheduled, the Plaza has been roped off and the south lobby entrance has already been prepped for use.

Jackson looks down at the blueprints again, then shrugs, a grin coming up across his face.

“Sounds like a fun time.”

The special coolant coils are on her desk in a week, and the rink springs up in the Plaza just after Thanksgiving. Three days before opening, she heads down to check on the progress with Jackson, only to find him caught square in Kara Danvers’s charms.

“ - so yeah, we created special coils to keep the ice cold at all times, and the panels on the roof are reflective, so it bounces the light away. It gets pretty rainy here in December, too, so we have a system of collecting and purifying the rainwater to reuse on the rink itself, so it sort of keeps itself - ”

“Mr. Lampard,” Lena says, and Jackson snaps to attention from where he’s leaning on the boards of the rink to talk at Kara. “Is this young woman bothering you?”

Kara had started smiling the minute she noticed Lena, but she breaks into laughter that seems to do nothing to calm Jackson down. He starts scrambling, almost slipping on the just-laid first layer of ice as he sort of stumbles through an explanation about how this lovely young woman from Catco is just interviewing me about the ice and the rink itself and no she’s bothering no one.

Kara hugs her in the middle of his explanation, her arms pulling tight at Lena and rubbing down her back, shaking warmth into her frame. She hadn’t anticipated spending very much time outside, but then - there was Kara Danvers.

“Oh, right,” Jackson says, looking relieved when Kara lets go of Lena but remains close. “You’re that Kara Danvers. Boss, no need to pull out the CEO treatment just to scare the shit out of me.”

“I thought it was rather funny,” Lena says, and Jackson rolls his eyes, and he’s walking-sliding away again, down the boards and over to his construction crew.

“You didn’t tell me you would be stopping by,” Lena says. Kara shrugs and smiles, adjusting the messenger bag she has slung across her shoulders.

“I was going to surprise you,” Kara says. “You know, tell you all about how I figured out what your secret project was, and then buy you some lunch at that disgusting place down the street.”

“I would hardly call the large construction project in front of my building a secret project. And I thought we had agreed that the black bean burgers were not that disgusting,” Lena says, warming some more as Kara stays close to her, rubbing at her arm absentmindedly and laughing.

“When does it open up?” Kara asks, looking out over the ice and then back to Lena, her glasses tilting down her nose.

“In a week,” Lena says. “We’re inviting children from the youth centers for opening day so you’ll have to wait your turn.”

Kara groans, her body knocking into Lena’s as she looks up at the ceiling in fake-frustration.

“Those darn kids,” Kara says, but she’s looking at Lena in such a way that Lena can’t help but smile.

Supergirl shows up on opening day, her cape rippling in the cold wind. The kids are thrilled by it, a loud, collective shriek of excitement rising up from the crowd of them in the lobby. Lena smiles indulgently at the other woman, at Kara, whose eyes are twinkling and whose smile is bright and kind.

“Miss Luthor,” she says. Lena imagines she’s trying to look professional, distant, even, but her cape brushes against Lena’s legs and she’s close enough that her warmth bleeds between them. “I was just informed you named this beautiful ice rink after me.”

“I thought it might bring in a little extra money if I painted that symbol of yours on the ice,” Lena says, a wry smile playing across her lips. Kara laughs then, her blonde curls swaying as she throws her head back.

“It’s my family’s crest,” Supergirl says, and Lena hears the click of some of the photographers cameras as she leans just the slightest bit closer. “The house of El. So it makes sense, in a way.”

Lena isn’t sure what to say to that. But she smiles, and so does Supergirl.

Kara shows up at the end of the business day, with her - their - friends in tow. She gets tossed a set of clothes, a sweatshirt that smells like Kara, and a pair of jeans that she left at Kara’s after they had gotten caught in a rainstorm, and then she’s being ushered downstairs, to the still-bustling ice rink.

“We have a bet open on who will fall first,” Kara says, conversationally, her skates already laced and a broad smile playing across her face. On her other side, Alex snorts and gives a particularly vicious tug to her own laces.

“It’s definitely James,” Alex says. Lena laughs when Kara does, tying her skates and kicking them out, her legs resting against Kara’s.

“Alex, it’s always you,” Kara insists, and her hand knocks against Lena’s thigh then, for leverage, as she shoves at her sister’s shoulder. It doesn’t move after Kara’s done, just rests there, and it’s so warm that Lena can’t think of anything else.

“I took ice skating lessons until I was seventeen, you know,” Lena offers, just before stepping out onto the ice. Kara laughs, brushes past her and is off quickly, doing a wide turn that brings her against the flow of traffic on the ice before she bumps up agains the boards just next to the entrance. Alex, who’s taking floundering and imperfect steps out onto the ice, throws a glare at Lena.

“Of course you did,” Alex says. Winn offers a hand to her as he slips out onto the ice then, and the glare he receives makes him cower.

“Alex, come on, let someone help,” Kara says, her hand resting against Lena’s on the boards between them. Lena can’t help but focus on that point of contact as Kara weaves her fingers between Lena’s, tying them together.

“No,” Alex insists, glaring now at her sister. “I’m an agent of a powerful, secret, government organization, not some damsel in distress who needs to be saved by Super - ”

She cuts herself off as color drains from her face, and she glances from Lena to the surrounding area. No one is paying any attention, except Maggie and James are laughing hysterically.

“J’onn’s going to be really mad at you,” Kara says, her fingers holding tight to Lena’s. “I’m glad it wasn’t me, for once.”

“Fuck,” Alex says, and then she helplessly hits the ice as she loses her edge.

“I already knew, you know,” as Kara tugs at Lena’s hand and pulls her onto the ice. They’re skating away all of a sudden, as Alex curses out the clutch of people all offering to help her up.

“I figured,” Kara shrugs, and she turns to grab for Lena’s other hand, skating backwards effortlessly. Lena wonders if she’s using her powers or if she’s just naturally good at it. “Thanks for putting my name on the ice, by the way. Kal made fun of me for three hours on our phone call yesterday.”

“Well, you did inspire me,” Lena says. “I thought it’d be a little odd to splash ‘The Kara Danvers Ice Rink’ all over everything. I went with the next best option.”

Kara pulls up to a stop, and Lena realizes they’ve centered themselves on the rink, right over Kara’s symbol. People flow past them in lazy circles, couples and children and more, National City swirling about as Kara smiles down at Lena, her hands tugging and tugging at Lena’s until their bodies bump together.

“You’re my favorite,” Kara says. Lena laughs a little, feeling Kara’s hands drift away from her hands and settle around her back, warmth pressing through her light coat.

“That’s my line,” Lena says, and Kara’s coming closer, a smile lighting up her face.

“Still true,” Kara says. And then Lena’s eyes slip closed, because Kara is kissing her, and it’s something close to perfection. She thinks, somewhere in the middle of the kiss, that she should give Jackson a nice Christmas bonus, but she chooses to wrap her arms around Kara’s neck and think about that later.

“I have a huge bruise on my knee from your dumb ice rink, Luthor,” Alex says, later that night, after the whole group has piled into Kara’s apartment and drank a good deal of spiked hot chocolate.

“You’ve finally caught onto my plan for world domination,” Lena says, running her hand through Kara’s hair when she sets her head on Lena’s shoulder. “Ice rinks.”

“It’s a miracle you survived,” Maggie says.

“Yeah, a Luthor on the warpath? Dangerous stuff,” Winn says, nudging at Lena and laughing loudly. It makes Lena laugh, too, and Kara does as well, their fingers linked together under the blanket slung across their laps.

“Fuck all of you,” Alex says. The whole room erupts into laughter as Alex flips them off individually, but Kara’s smile pressed against her neck is something else entirely.

#supercorp #and who are you exactly #cassie writes fic #1K FOLLOWER EXTRAVAGANZA #idk man i wroe something hope you like

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st-crylo · 7 years

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Undercover & Undone

Summary: (y/n) (y/l/n) was just a simple waitress living in a city torn between two warring mafias desperately grabbing for power. When her two friends Matt and Ben Solo come up with a plan for the Coruscant Police Department to get the upper hand on the mobs, (y/n) finds herself coming face to face with someone she thought she’d never see again...

A/N: To everyone who listened to my AU idea I wanna thank you so much!! Also thanks to @kylo-renne who came up with the title bc I suck at coming up with titles. Anyways, my inspiration from this kinda came from Gangster Squad so it’s very loosely based off of that, and I love the aesthetic of 50′s mobs but catch me using the aesthetic but eradicating the racism and sexism of that time period

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.1K

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Kylo frowned as he looked down at his watch. It was half past two, and he was late…again. He’d have to get a new driver if this problem kept on. After all, this meeting was critical, and showing up late didn’t bode well for his future business dealings with this family. If he made a bad impression, this family might take their business to Hux and his new First Order. That was the last thing he needed, especially with the constant fighting between their two forces. With a huff, he looked out of the window, discerning a small diner through the thick snow that fell so peacefully that when he watched the world passing by from the backseat of his Lincoln, it felt like he was in a dream of sorts. For a moment, he let his mind wander, away from his business dealings and organization, and to someone he hadn’t seen in a long time, someone he would’ve given anything to at least know how they were doing…

The snow was falling lightly outside of the diner you worked at for once in the past week. It was pleasant, to look outside of the diner windows and seeing the snow fall so peacefully when you took your breaks, which this time of year happened more often than you actually working. Sighing, you stood up from the table in the back, quickly wiping off your work uniform and heading over to behind the counter, the Christmas music on the radio playing faintly behind you. You sighed as you leaned against the counter, watching the customers slowly drift into the diner.

Now that it wasn’t the lunchtime rush, there was a very small amount of business. You yawned, wanting nothing more than to head home so you could get at least a wink of sleep as you’d been working since opening.

“It’s been so slow today,” said Lyra from beside you, a piece of her dark hair falling from her bun. You nodded in agreement, simply watching the door as every few minutes, people walked in, and a waiter or waitress quickly bustled to their respective serving areas.

“And they’ve already started playing Christmas music on the radio. Thanksgiving’s barely ended,” you complained with a sigh, leaning against the counter, your chin resting on your palm as you watched the door, waiting for any signs of customers for you to wait. You were already exhausted, as you were near the end of your shift, but you still wanted to manage some final tips before you had to trek home through the snow.

“Will you two quit moping? It’s the holiday season, of course there are less people coming in. They all want to spend time with their families,” your manager, Kyle, called to the two of you from his office. You rolled your eyes as you sat up straight, wanting to groan at Kyle’s cheery mood. He insisted that the two of you tried to convey the love of the holidays to make the diner seem more inviting, but if there were no customers around, who was there to pretend for?

You turned to Lyra who was mocking Kyle, before turning back around to look outside of the diner windows. A group of dark figures, masked by the snowfall, walked up to the diner, stopping in front of the door before pulling it open. You stood up straight, seeing a group of policemen walking in, each of them laughing heartily and stomping their boots on the rug in front of the door before they each pulled off their hats and coats. You smiled as you recognized two of them.

“Hey, Ben, Matt!” You called, causing the two of them to look up and smile at you, Ben with the same smug grin as always, and Matt with a crooked yet adorable grin, his hair wind-blown and frosted with ice.

You’d known the two of them most of your life, and the bond the three of you had was almost like siblings. They were the people you were closest with, and you couldn’t imagine your life without them, especially since they gave Dexter’s Diner its biggest group of business, what with them bringing the whole of Ben’s police squad plus Matt from Coruscant Police Department. Standing up straight and grabbing the little order pad and a pen, you walked over to their table, smiling as you were met with some of the kind faces from the CPD. They always made sure to sit in your section.

“What can I get you boys today?” You asked, watching all of their faces as they skimmed the menu. Ben was already smiling at you, his menu placed down on the table.

“All these boys’ coffee is on me,” he said, his face beaming as you shook your head, writing down on the pad.

“I think we’re going to need a minute, miss,” said one of them, causing you to nod and walk off. As soon as you got to the counter, you started pouring the coffee into mugs, placing them on the tray. Once you finished, you gathered enough spoons for the five of them, and grabbed the creamer. After pulling the tray up, you sauntered over to the table and placed each of the mugs in front of each of the officers.

“So, you guys ready?” you said as you pulled out the pad once more. Ben was the first to speak up, looking up at you with a goofy grin that you couldn’t help but smile in response.

“Yeah, I’ll get the usual, (y/n), thanks,” he said before putting his menu back behind the condiments. You turned to Matt expectantly, he usually ordered immediately after Ben.

“Same for you Matt?” you asked, to which Matt frowned and shook his head.

“No, today was…messy to say the least,” he said, looking off into the distance.

“I’ll say. The Liotta case had to be one of the most intense cases we’ve had in a while, even with the First Order and Knights of Ren running around,” said one of the officers, the others nodding grimly in solemn remembrance. You nodded as well before moving on to take the rest of the orders from the table.

Once you finished, you headed back to behind the counter, where you handed the tab to the chef, who started cooking away. Once you’d done that, you headed over to the table again to chat with all the men. After all, it wasn’t like you’d had any tables before they arrived.

“So, how come you guys are lunching so late today, huh?” You asked as you placed a hand on your hip, looking around at all the officers.

“Working hard, my dear miss (y/l/n),” Ben said with a smirk, causing you to scoff.

“The day you work hard, Solo, is the day Matt becomes a mass murderer,” you joked, causing everyone at the table to erupt in laughter. You laughed as well, the sides of your mouth aching slightly from how wide you were grinning.

“I think if Matt was going to kill anyone, it would be Ben,” said Poe, one of the officers, and another close friend of both you and the Solo boys, creating mumbles of agreement from the others. You looked over to Matt, who you noticed was just watching you. You were about to say something when you heard the bell from behind the counter, and you rushed over to grab the trays of food for your patrons. With the help of Lyra, who still didn’t have any tables at the time, you rushed the hot food over to the boys from CPD and you laid each of their respective plates in front of them. You then took the trays back, leaning back against the counter as you got each of their separate checks and then you ambled over, placing the pile of papers on the end of the table.

In not too long, all the boys had finished their meals, and they were all handing you their checks at the register, along with their payment before pulling on their coats and hats. You smiled at each of them as you gave them their change. After all, they’d made the slow period of the day more exciting.

The last to give you his check was Matt, and he fumbled around with his money before handing it to you. Like always, he had exact change.

“Thanks Matt. Watch out for Ben, and make sure you at least wear a scarf from now on,” you said, as Matt simply pulled on a coat, not bothering with anything else like the rest of his coworkers. “I know you get colder than Ben does, so maybe try to dress warmer than him.” Matt smiled and ran a hair through his curly blonde hair.

“Yeah, well, me taking care of myself better than Ben does is easier than it looks, (y/n). I’ll see ya around,” he said, pulling his coat tighter before stepping out of the front door, following all the rest of the boys back to the police department. As he walked away, you could see his curls tousled by the wind until the falling snow completely shrouded any trace of your friends and their coworkers.

Upon arriving back at the CPD headquarters, Matt quickly rushed to Ben’s side. He was anxious, and full of anticipation, bubbling with an idea he had to share with Ben immediately. It was like an epiphany, and he didn’t know how he hadn’t thought of it before. Ben, who had already began to head to his work space, looked back at Matt and knew his brother had something brewing in his mind. After all, Matt always had a special look in his eyes whenever he was concentrating on something. Before Matt could even open his mouth, however, Ben held up a hand to silence him.

“Alright, what is your genius mind planning now, Matty?” he asked, causing Matt to frown. Ben knew he hated that nickname unless it was coming from anyone else. “Actually, can you tell me what the subject matter is first, and then I’ll listen? You know we have a load of work to do here.” Matt frowned harder this time. It would be a miracle to see Ben just listen once without interrupting, and Matt didn’t have a lot of time before he had to head back to the forensics lab.

“It’s about Kylo,” Matt said softly, so soft that he was concerned Ben hadn’t heard him at first. However, upon seeing Ben’s face drop, he knew he’d been heard. Ben looked around to make sure there were no prying eyes before leaning closer to Matt. Their relation to Kylo was the best kept secret at the CPD, and it was a secret between only Matt, Ben, and Poe, and Ben desperately wanted to keep it that way.

“I’ll go get Poe. He’ll probably wanna hear this too,” Ben said, causing Matt to nod before trotting off to Poe’s office, as they’d need to speak of this in private. Ben sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. He knew they’d have to come up with something eventually, but Ben wasn’t entirely ready to face that. If he had his way, he could wait forever to see his brother’s face again. Shaking his head, Ben let out another sigh before he began his search for Poe.

“I’ll see you tomorrow everyone!” You called as you pulled your coat on, your hair let down and purse in hand. Lyra waved you goodbye as you headed out of the door and into the slow-falling snow. You shivered as the cold wind bit against your skin, shocking you at first before you began heading along on the sidewalk. You apartment was within walking distance of the diner, for which you were thankful because you couldn’t imagine having to walk too far out of your way in this cold. Shivering again as you felt snow falling onto your hair, you looked down at the ground and kept walking steadily. Your apartment building was in view, and you couldn’t wait to be out of this cold and into the heat.

Walking up to your apartment building, you breathed a sigh of relief that became crystals in front of your eyes from the cold. You walked up the metal steps and pulled out the keys, opening the door and feeling a rush of warmth overcome you as you stepped inside. Once inside, you shed your coat, setting it onto one of the seats, and placing the rest of your things down on the same chair. After that, you pulled off your shoes and walked over to the loveseat in your living room, laying yourself down and staring up at the ceiling. You were thankful you didn’t have to come in tomorrow until after lunch, as you sincerely wanted rest in the morning.

Your feet throbbed as you closed your eyes, head tilted towards the ceiling. You could feel yourself drifting away slowly, sleep taking over your exhausted body, the sound of outside of your apartment becoming nothing but a comfortable buzz in the background…

At least until the phone rang, it’s shrill screech piercing the silence of your apartment, causing you to groan as you ambled over to the table that it sat on. With a frown, you plopped yourself down on the chair adjacent to the little end table. Whoever was calling you right after your shift had some nerve.

“Hello?” you said, trying to keep your voice sweet even though you were fuming.

“Hey, (y/n)? It’s Ben.” As soon as you heard out the familiar voice, you let out a sigh. Of course it was Ben.

“Hey, how’s it going?” You asked as you leaned back in the seat, wrapping the telephone cord around your finger.

“Pretty good. Listen, me and Matt were wondering if you were wanting to get dinner with us tonight after we both get off,” Ben asked, his voice sounding tired even through the phone. With all the mob activity in Coruscant, you weren’t surprised that Ben was so tired. It had also been a while since you’d gotten to spend time with either Matt or Ben, and even longer since you’d gotten to hang out with the two of them together.

“Yeah, I’d love that. Just give me a call again before you leave the police department,” you said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I will. See ya then,” he said before hanging up. You put the phone back on the receiver and sighed before standing. Bringing your arms together, you stretched them out before you headed for your bathroom. You had plenty of time between now and when the boys arrived to enjoy a nice bath.

“I really wish it weren’t necessary,” Kylo said with a huff, his footsteps thundering into his home as he shed his coat, hanging it on the coat hanger before he proceeded to do the same with his hat. From beside him, a man stood. Though this man was shorter than Kylo, he was still fairly tall, and seemed to be a very well-mannered man based on how he carried himself. As soon as Kylo moved away from the coat hanger, the man mimicked Kylo, removing his coat and hat and hanging them up before following his boss.

“Still, it’s a good way to prove our worth over the First Order. Ever since Snoke’s death, Hux hasn’t held back how much he hates you. I doubt he’ll be able to hold it in at a public event, even if it costs him the deal,” the man said, following Kylo into the parlor room. Kylo sat himself on an armchair before pulling out a cigarette, placing it between his fingers before pulling out his lighter and igniting the end. He took a quick drag from it and then blew out, tapping the cigarette onto the edge of the ashtray on the table beside him.

“You’re right about that, Tal. We do have the advantage of being more stoic than Hux and his men. This might work out in our favor,” Kylo noted as he looked at the fire crackling in the magnificent fireplace. Ever since the First Order and the Knights of Ren decided to split, or rather, split rather violently, the mansion had become very empty. It became even worse in the winter months, with his men preferring to stay in their own houses, leaving Kylo with no one but Phasma and his maid Lorraine.

“The only advantage Hux has over us is that his men tend to clean up better,” Tal joked, breaking Kylo from his thoughts. Kylo smirked before taking another drag from his cigarette before standing up.

“That’s true. Make sure the others all know to wear their best suits,” Kylo said before putting out the cigarette, walking away from Tal. He headed towards the stairs, his pace slow, but deliberate as he decided to retire.

“Yes sir. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Tal called. Kylo simply waved his hand at him as he proceeded up the stairs. Tal turned, heading back towards the entrance, his footsteps echoing across the empty marble as he made his way back to the exit.

Once upstairs, Kylo retreated to his bedroom, closing the door hurriedly as soon as he had gotten inside. With a sigh, he ran his hand through his hair, wishing this was all some sort of bad dream. He was no good at socializing and he knew Hux truly had the upper hand. It would take sheer luck for them to get through this successfully, and possibly for Kylo to not speak at all. A winter gala was the last thing he wanted to attend after all, and with the need of the Cortenshis family’s funds and numbers, the Knights of Ren desperately needed to sway Lukas Cortenshis’ in their favor.

With another sigh, Kylo looked to the ceiling. What he wouldn’t give for a couple of days of peace and quiet, but this was something that desperately needed doing. He almost wished Snoke had left everything to Hux instead in his will, instead of Kylo. That way, there would have been any need for all this fighting. It was definitely beginning to take its toll, and he knew the Coruscant Police would stop at nothing to catch both him and Hux and lock them away forever.

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9 thoughts I had watching ‘Little Giants’ for the first time

Little Giants takes place in the fictional town of Urbania, Ohio, where everyone has strange food traditions. | Warner Brothers production / SB Nation illustration

This movie is great.

I just finished watching Little Giants for the first time, and I’ve got to say it’s an absolute delight. It spreads the message of teamwork and determination, but also the problem with boomers and rampant corn wastage.

If you haven’t seen the movie, lemme give you the elevator pitch: A team of “losers,” coached by a “loser,” band together to beat a team of “winners” in a game of pee-wee football. In the end, everyone learns that friendship and family is the real prize.

Watching as an adult for the first time, here are my thoughts!

Kevin is a sad, sad dude.

Kevin O’Shea (Ed O’Neill) is unquestionably the tragic figure in this film. A star football player, we’re never told what caused Kevin to flame out of the NFL. Everyone talks about his high school career and the fact he won the Heisman, but he obviously didn’t make an impact in the pros. Instead, he moved back to Urbania, Ohio, started a Chevrolet dealership, and exists in a local diner to keep reminding old dudes that he was a legend. Even they’re growing tired of his shtick.

Kevin is a joke to his family, annoys almost everyone around him, and he’s only regarded highly by his brother, Danny (Rick Moranis), and assistant pee-wee coach Harold Butz (Joe Bays). The movie positions him as this winner, which I’m sure resonated with kids watching the movie — but to me, I couldn’t reconcile the inescapable sadness of this dude. He literally has nothing to live for but coaching this pee-wee team to try and cling to his fading glory. I struggle to find anything in this world sadder than people who are in their 30s and 40s excitedly recalling high school stories because they have achieved so little of note in the 20 years since.

It’s OK to dislike Kevin, though, because he’s a sexist asshole. He decides not to pick Becky “Icebox” O’Shea (Shawna Waldron) to be a member of his team, only because she’s a girl. This is his own niece, and Icebox friggin’ owns. She’s better than every kid in town, but she doesn’t make the team because of gender.

“Danny, I hate to break it to you, but Icebox is a girl. Now, maybe if you’d start treating her like a girl, she’d start acting like one.”

Kevin’s wife, Karen, even confronts him at dinner about not picking Icebox and he doubles down on the decision. He’s aptly called a chauvinist, and then we get to the most disturbing moment of the movie.

WHY DOES THE O’SHEA FAMILY NEED SO MUCH CORN?!

At the 13:11 mark of the movie, we’re introduced to an ordinary, run-of-the-mill dinner scene. I’ll admit I’ve never had this kind of nuclear family, serving-dish dinner thing — but this is a mess nonetheless. Four people are at the table: Kevin, Karen, and their daughters, Debbie and Priscilla. Nobody else is expected, and there is no mention of this being a special occasion or gathering.

I stopped multiple times while watching to ensure the veracity of the corn count. The count is solid, the count is good. So why the hell did the O’Shea family prepare 11 ears of corn for dinner? It’s such an oddly specific number. Who goes to the store and is like “11 ears of corn, please”?

This entire dinner scene is a mess. They’re eating ham, turkey, corn, broccoli, salad, rolls, mashed potatoes — there are TWO gravy boats on the table. This is a Thanksgiving spread on a weeknight. No wonder boomers robbed this earth of all its natural resources and put humanity on the brink of extinction.

The unexpected monologue about infertility and miscarriage, in a children’s movie.

At 24:32, Cheryl Berman brings her son, Jake, to the garage for football practice. Jake, a hacking and wheezing nerd, is the son of a hypochondriac who spends A FULL 2 MINUTES explaining to Danny about how Jake was almost a miscarriage.

“You can’t be too cautious. After all, we never thought we’d have children. Not after trying for 13 years. It was me. When I finally did get pregnant, the doctor ordered me off to bed. I spent nine miserable months on my back. If I’d rolled over I could have lost him. And the birth ... God only knows the pain. He weighed only 1 pound, 11 ounces — he spent the first six weeks of his life in an incubator — and I think football is just the medicine for him.”

Hey Little Giants, YOU’RE A KIDS MOVIE. Was this supposed to pull adults in? You know there are so many ways you can establish Jake being a germ kid without his mom giving a damn monologue on how he almost died in the womb. Jesus.

The weirdest grocery store in the world.

In dire need of a quarterbacks, some kids find Junior (Devon Sawa) at a grocery store throwing rolls of toilet paper into a grocery cart. Certified dreamboat Junior is the focus of this scene, but I couldn’t concentrate because of this stores shelves.

How many egg noodles are the people of Urbania consuming? Now, if we’re to assume that Urbania is basically Urbana, Ohio, then the population is somewhere around 12,000. There are 456 visible units of egg noodles on the shelf as Icebox walks past.

I went to my local store in Greenville, NC — population 93,000. There were 30 packages of egg noodles on the shelf split across brands. This means that expected egg noodle consumption in Urbania is 119 times greater than Greenville.

They also need boatloads of vegetable oil and applesauce too, apparently.

The only inference I can make from this is that Oily Apple Noodles is the town dish.

The secret weapon is a roided up child monster.

We’re basically at the midpoint of the movie, and Kevin’s Cowboys are starting to get a little concerned with Danny’s Giants. After a “hilarious” scheme where Danny calls the cops and infers that his own brother is a child molester spying on the kids, both are trying to find an edge.

And yes, there’s a surprise waiting for both of them: Spike, an adult-sized running back who just arrived in town with a flat-top sporting dad who’s bred him into being a football machine through the time-honored tradition of being a horrible parent.

The first time we see Spike on screen, he’s carrying a refrigerator out of the back of a U-Haul and scowling the entire time. This is not a happy child, and yet Danny can’t wait to get him on the team — even lying to ensure it’s a possibility.

Naturally, this all unravels. Spike is too aggressive, can only speak in the third person, and threatens everyone. He is a demonstrably horrible human — and it’s not his fault.

Urbania, home of giant ice.

We’ve already established that this town has some weird food traditions, but it turns out this extends to ice too.

Look at the size of those cubes in Becky’s soda. What is up with this diner that you order a drink and get two whiskey cubes?

Everything in this town is strange.

Enter John Madden and friends.

The Little Giants are at a crossroads. Torn apart by Spike’s attitude, they decide football isn’t fun anymore and walk away from the game. Thankfully, in a stunning case of deus ex Maddena, John Madden and a group of football stars are taking the bus to Canton for a Hall of Fame banquet. Lost, and in dire need of directions, Madden and Co. decide helping a pee-wee football team is more important than their prior commitment and meet with the team.

It’s unclear exactly what the NFL players add to the Little Giants. We’ll get to this later.

Someone PLEASE help these kids understand human sexuality.

So we’ve established that Becky is head-over-heels for Junior. The two meet at the side of the lake and talk about kissing, in a scene designed to tease a potential love angle in the film. Then we get this, utterly baffling exchange.

Junior: You want to learn how to kiss!? Becky: Hey, we’re going to have to learn how to do it sooner or later. I mean, you know, if you want to have kids and get a job and stuff. Junior: You can have kids without kissing. Becky: Yeah, but you can’t get a job.

Oh God, there’s a lot to unpack here. No matter which way you slice it, these kids are woefully confused about what it takes to start a career. Maybe the job market in Urbania circa 1994 was different, but the idea that you can’t get a job without kids is some backwards-ass thinking if even I’ve seen it.

The Battle for Urbania.

With 37 minutes remaining, we finally get to the big game between the Cowboys and the Little Giants, taking place on the world’s nicest pee-wee football field. The Giants are without Icebox, because Becky has decided to be a cheerleader instead of a player in an effort to make Junior think of her more like a girl.

Icebox, if he doesn’t like you for playing football, he doesn’t deserve you.

There is literally nothing else to do in Urbania, because the almost entire town has shown up — and those who can’t be there can listen to it on the radio because there’s an actual radio announcer FOR A CHILD’S FOOTBALL GAME.

This announcer (Harry Shearer of The Simpsons fame) is super inappropriate too. After one of the Giants is kicked in the groin he says:

“Someone’s holding about a pound of Aunt Betty’s nut butter right now.”

SIR, YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT A CHILD!

The Giants get utterly demolished in the first half, and they want to quit. Danny delivers a motivational speech, telling his team that while they might not be better overall, you never know what can happen in a game. Maybe, just maybe they can beat the Cowboys — once. That’s all it takes.

Amped up and ready to go, we hit the second half and the Giants look like a different team. It’s at this point the Giants call the cruelest play in the history of football at any level. Johnny has been established as a fairly somber kid. All he wants is his dad to notice him, but his dad is always leaving on business. Sad woodwind music accompanies all his scenes, and it’s a tragic B plot in the movie.

Johnny gets the handoff and lo and behold, his dad is back and waiting in the end zone. It’s here where Becky yells: “Just run to him!” Yes, the Giants are leveraging Johnny’s feelings of inadequacy and loneliness to win. It’s tragic.

Johnny, Johnny? Yes, papa? Scoring touchdowns? Yes, papa Telling lies? No, papa I love you now. WAA WAA WAA

Finally, after its presence being teased all movie long, we finally get to see “The Annexation of Puerto Rico,” the trick play devised by Nubie (Matthew McCurley) that he discussed with Madden. It’s a hidden ball play with swelling music, and against the odds it works.

The Giants win, Danny is elated. Kevin is utterly devastated because not only did he lose the game and therefore his entire reason for existence, but he also bet his entire car dealership on the game because he’s an idiot.

Think about this for a second: All Kevin has in this life is football and his business. He just lost both. Payback for his sexism and corn wastage, in my opinion.

Danny, merciful as he is, says he doesn’t plan to take the business and asks if they want to coach together. The movie closes with the town water tower being repainted from honoring Kevin O’Shea to “The O’Shea Brothers,” because in Urbania winning a single pee-wee game is the equivalent to a Heisman career.

Final thoughts.

This is a good-ass kids sports movie that I’m angry I didn’t see before now. I 100 percent would have had a major crush on Icebox if I watched this as a kid, because she’s one of the greatest characters in any kid’s sport movie.

The best sports movies have characters you can identify with and make you feel like you’re in the movie. Shoutout to farting lineman Rudy Zolteck (Michael Zwiener) for making me feel like one of the gang.

I give Little Giants nine ears of corn out of 10 plates of Urbania Oily Apple Noodles.

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