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1D as Drive Thru Customers I’ve Had

Liam: The guy who brought his pups and rolled the windows down so I could pet them. He was gushing about how much he loves them and he wouldn’t stop smiling and fonding. a 10/10 great experience

Louis: A guy who kept making jokes while ordering, and when told we didn’t have a sandwich anymore he yelled, “ballsack!” Bought food for all of the people in the car, and made sure I brought them enough ketchup. A true Dad™️

Niall: The regular who orders ½ the menu and I know it’s all for him, extremely nice and always slips me a tip so I can “have lunch on him.” He always says yes to an apple pie.

Harry: The college kid who asks for a kale salad and iced coffee, even though we don’t serve either. Super friendly and interested to know how my day is going, holds extended eye contact, always in a good mood?? He’s nicknamed “smiley” by my older coworkers. 

It was good to see you again, dearheart.  Take up Caladbolg, and protect this world.

Ive has been waiting for canonical closure for a very long time now.  Did he want to stay in that memory forever? Yes.  But it’s something, and one last time is better than never at all.


Originally posted by effy-west

you’re Kirk’s wife and is close to all the crew, especially Spock, Bones and Scotty. Jim is worried about your safety on the Enterprise so he gets an officer to teach you self-defence. However the officer has a grudge on Kirk and takes it out on the reader who has too much pride to admit what’s going on. So when the boys find out, they go into overprotective mode.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Jim asked, holding your elbow as you stood outside the door to the gym. Jim had been worrying over you since you had first stepped foot onto the Enterprise.

“I’ll be fine. Now will you please get back to the bridge before this ship falls into disrepair” you teased, kissing his cheek and pushing him away. 

“Alright! Alright! I’m going! Comm me when you’ve finished” Jim chuckled, watching you go through into the gym before heading to the bridge. He did have work to do, no matter how much he’d be distracted until you came back. 

“Officer LaRue? I’m Ensign Kirk, the Captain said you would be able to teach me some self-defence classes” you introduced, walking up to the rather large officer. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit apprehensive about the class. He was so much bigger than you. 

“You’re the Captain’s wife?” he asked, running his eyes up and down you, sizing you up. It did nothing to help soothe the butterflies in your stomach. 

“Technically yes but I think you’re meant to call me Ensign” you corrected, bouncing on the balls of your feet. You always felt embarrassed when people found out your connection to Jim. No embarrassed was the wrong word, nervous. Yes that was it, nervous in case they thought you had gotten into the Enterprise because of your husband. When instead it was because of all your hard work. 

LaRue shrugged, beginning to get out some equipment. “I don’t care. We should get started. I expect you to work hard and keep up with me. I’m not going to go easy on you because you’re a girl” LaRue grumbled, as you bristled at that. It was fair though, you wanted to prove that you could handle being on the Enterprise. So if LaRue was your best chance, you would take it.

“So why aren’t you teaching her Captain?” Scotty asked, poking at his salad. Bones had put him on a diet, much to the irritation of the engineer. 

“Because the Captain would hate to see Ensign Kirk hurt” Spock replied, going through his data pad. 

“More like he’d get distracted too much” Bones scoffed, eating his sandwich with relish as he stared at a gaping Scotty. 

Jim rolled his eyes, glancing at his comm link in hope he had a message. “Shut up Bones! I just want to make sure Y/N is going to be okay on the ship. Especially as everyone knows that she’s my wife” Jim shrugged, putting him comm down a little bit too forcefully. 

“No one would harm Y/N Captain” Spock assured, typing away. 

“Hey!” You greeted, sitting beside Jim in the canteen. Honestly you were exhausted and you felt so sore. LaRue did not go easy on you at all, even considering that this was your first time. 

“Hey how was it?” Jim grinned, kissing your cheek as he wrapped an arm round you to bring you closer to him. 

You groaned, resting your head on his shoulder. “Good but I’m aching all over. Like in places I didn’t know should ever hurt” you grumbled, shaking your head. Honestly your arms ached, your legs were killing and you didn’t even want to know what was going on with your back. 

“Maybe you should have a medical” Bones suggested, reaching for his drink. 

“No thanks, Bones! I’m pretty sure I’m fine” you quickly cried, making Jim scoff into his lunch. It always amused him of your aversion for Bones when he was in doctor mode. It was probably due to how many times you had seen the doctor sticking a hypospray in Jim’s neck. 

“Perhaps it would be better for you to keep practicing Ensign. To become more used to the demands of the lessons” Spock advised, raising an eyebrow at your dramatics.

“I know that Spock, it doesn’t make my muscles hurt any less” you groaned, rolling your eyes at him. “Anyway, I should probably be getting back to work. I’ll see you tonight. See you later guys” you murmured, pecking Jim’s lips before waving at the others. 

As the weeks went on, you were becoming more and more covered in bruises. You hid yourself from everybody, especially Jim. All your skin was covered to make sure that no one could see the bruises. 

You had worked out a while ago that something wasn’t right. That no matter how much self-defence LaRue was teaching you, it didn’t make sense as to the level of force he used on you. So that was why you had stopped becoming intimate with Jim, scared in case he would find the bruises on your body and think you couldn’t handle yourself. Well you could. You just needed to find out a way to knock LaRue the fuck out.

“Ensign Kirk” a voice called from behind you, making you grimace. At the moment all you wanted to do was get on with your work so you could go to your quarters and have a nice warm bath. 

“Hey Spock, what are you doing down here?” you greeted, waiting for him to fall instep with you. 

“I was wondering if you and the Captain are alright. The Captain seems very tense lately and I wished to know if there was anything I could do to help” Spock told me, following me down the corridor to my work station. 

“We’re fine Spock, don’t worry. Jim’s just feeling stressed. Maybe you and Bones should take him for a drink next time we’re on a planet. It might cheer him up” you suggested, feeling guilt whirl in your stomach. You knew the reason Jim was so tense lately was because of you. So to offer a suggestion that you knew would not help, it made you feel 10 times worse about the situation.

“Of course. Maybe you could join us Y/N” Spock offered, handing you your datapad for you to use.

“Thanks Spock, but I don’t think that would help. Besides, it’s a boy’s night out. The clue is kind of in the name” you smiled, pulling up your work before looking up at Spock. It was so good to be surrounded by friends, even if you couldn’t tell them everything. 

“Is that seriously all you got? I’ve seen more fight in a Klingon, you’re pathetic!” LaRue sneered, kicking you in the ribs as you tried to pull yourself up for what felt like the 100th time. In fact you were pretty sure it was.

“Well maybe I should have a better teacher” you hissed between gritted teeth as you clutched onto your ribs. Before you had time to say or do anything else, LaRue was gripping onto your elbow and pulling you up onto your feet again.

“You’re the one who wanted this, Princess! Why don’t you stop acting like a pathetic wimp and actually give me a fight” he growled, before punching you in your stomach. The pain almost had you throwing up as you tried to remember how to breathe again. Your mind became fuzzy as you concentrated on standing on your own two feet rather than collapsing at LaRue’s.

Turning to face him, you swung a punch at him but he ducked, landing a blow to your side. You grunted out in pain, landing on your knees. Already your bruised ribs were going to turn into a darker colour, you just knew it.

Dragging yourself up, you faced him, slightly unsteady on your feet. He smirked at you, enjoying seeing you so weak and in pain. Waiting for him to come at you, you timed it just right so you could punch him clear in the jaw. LaRue went down like a tonne of bricks and you felt a sigh of relief escape you. You had managed to knock that frustrating little smirk off his face.

However your victory was short lived as LaRue grabbed you around the waist and tackled you onto the mat. All your breath left you as you were winded, groaning out slightly at how much pain you was in. It felt like you had been hit with a starship.

“That’s enough for today! I’d say learn some better moves but it’s obviously a waste of my time and oxygen” he grunted, holding his bloodied lip. It still made you feel a tiny bit proud of yourself though.

Making your way down to your quarter for a shower, you couldn’t help but notice yourself struggling to breathe. Even though your ribs ached like they normally did, this time it felt like you were getting stabbed with every inhale and exhale. This time you couldn’t ignore it, especially when an ensign accidentally bumped into you and nearly sent your vision white with a burst of pain.

Grunting in both annoyance and pain, you realised that you’d have to go down to Medbay. 

Poking your head around the door, you could sigh in relief if it didn’t feel so bad when you didn’t see Bones in the vicinity. That meant he was either in his office doing work or that he was with Jim. Stepping properly into the room, you went to grab the attention of a nurse when you saw your luck go up in smoke. Bones had walked in from his office directly in front of you and had spotted you. Cursing your luck and Bones’s untimely appearance, you turned on your heel before he could call you.

“Y/N? What are you doing in here? That idiot hasn’t got himself hurt again has he?” Bones greeted, reaching out for your shoulder to spin you around. You flinched away, instantly regretting it as you had to breathe out through gritted teeth. “Y/N?” he frowned in concern, eyes raking over you.

“I’m fine, sore shoulder. I was just looking for Jim. Thought he’d be here. I’d better go though” you muttered, keeping your sentences short so you didn’t have to take in as much breath. 

Bones took in your hunched posture, clenched fists and slightly sweaty forehead, realising that something was wrong. “Yeah that’s not a sore shoulder. Come on” Bones stated, leading me to a bed. 

“Honestly Bones, it’s fine! You don’t need to worry, it’ll be fine once I have a shower and a good night’s rest” you protested, trying to think of some excuse to get you out of this. If they found out about this you knew they would become overprotective of you, not let it rest until they found out who was doing this to you. And Jim would feel so guilty about getting LaRue to teach you self defence.

“You can’t even stand up straight. Now shut up and get on the bed!” Bones ordered, preparing the tricorder he would need to scan you. 

“Your bedside manner is atrocious doctor” you complained as you did what you was told. Maybe you could just get away with it being a bruised rib. Yeah… that was the best you could hope for. 

“Well I don’t do this job to get friends, darlin’. Now sit still while I actually do my job” Bones muttered, beginning to scan you. He frowned, noticing the incredible amount of white blood cells in your blood stream but no actual cause of illness. He lowered the tricorder over your chest cavity before he stopped, staring at the result. What the hell?

“May I?” he asked gently, hands reaching for your regulation shirt. 

You gulped, jaw tightening before nodding. He lifted up your shirt, staring at the expanse of bruises that littered all over your body. There was various colours, indicating the age of the bruises: blues, blacks, greens and browns. The worst was over your ribs and even from here he could see the slight misshape of your lower ribs. 

“Who did this?” Bones growled, eyes shooting up to yours. 

“Bones, it’s nothing. I can handle-” you started, knowing exactly how this was going to work. 

“Like hell you can! You’ve broken a rib Y/N! It’s why you can’t breathe without it hurting. Now who’s done this to ya or do I have to call Jim?” he demanded, getting a hypospray ready to give you some painkillers. Sighing heavily, you told him to call Jim. It would be better if they were all here so you could tell them. You didn’t really want to have to repeat it to everybody.

“Y/N! Hey, what’s wrong? Bones said to come down to medbay at once” Jim frowned, hurrying to your side as Spock followed in after him. Bones quickly shut the divider firmly behind them. You sighed, resting yourself against Jim, grimacing as you did so.

“I uh… I need to tell you something. I didn’t mean to keep it from you but… uh… I mean” you stuttered, nerves eating at your stomach. What if they were mad at you? What if they blamed you in some way? All these questions ran through your head as you tried to find the right words.

“She’s got a broken rib, extensive bruising and she’s lucky to have missed out on internal bleeding” Bones reported, interrupting your stuttering to tell everybody his diagnosis.

“What? How? Are you okay?” Jim questioned, hands coming to skim over your sides and pull up your shirt. He stopped at seeing your bruised body, unable to take in the sight. This is why you had been so distant. Why you didn’t want him to touch you or even see you undress. “Who did this?” Jim whispered, voice deceptively calm.

“Jim, just listen for a minute okay. Don’t get mad” you sighed, holding onto your ribs. 

“Don’t get mad?! It looks like you’ve been beaten to within an inch of your life! Who did this to you? Y/N, you have to tell me” Jim shouted, gripping onto your shoulders. 


“I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him” Jim growled, jumping up from the bed and storming towards the exit. You knew without doubt that Jim would, the conviction in his voice and the anger which strum through his body would make sure of it. But you didn’t want Jim to do that. It would destroy him if it did. He would lose his Captaincy, get thrown out of Starfleet and lose all that he had worked so hard for. You knew it would kill him to go through that.

“Jim! Stop!” you cried, trying to follow him but you couldn’t. The movement had caused your whole chest and back muscles to spasm, making you crumple to the floor. You would have hit your head on the bed if it wasn’t for Bones catching you and trying to hold you back.

Jim stopped, looking torn between helping you and making sure you were alright. Or paying a visit to LaRue and throwing him out of an airlock. 

“Captain, maybe it is best to listen to Y/N. If you try and go after LaRue, I fear that Y/N may injure herself further by running after you” Spock objected, glancing at Jim as Bones helped me back onto the bed.

“Definitely agreeing with you there Spock…Jim, will you please just leave it. If you kill him, he’ll make sure you’ll lose everything you love. Including this ship” you told him, grimacing as you lay back down on the bed. 

“He already hurt the thing I love the most” Jim sighed, coming to sit on the side of your bed and take your hand.

“I’m going to give you a painkiller and then I’ll give you something for your ribs. It might knock you out for a few hours but you’ll be as good as new when you wake up” Bones informed, getting everything prepared.

“Does this mean he’s going to stab me with a hypospray again?” you whinged, pouting up at your husband who smiled reassuringly. However, before he could reply back, you felt a flare of pain in your arm as Bones pressed a hypospray into you. “OUCH!” you cried, pulling away as he reached for the spray that would mend your ribs. 

“Don’t be such an infant!” Bones scoffed, stabbing you again.

“Jim… you need to fire him!” you breathed, already feeling the medication work. You tried your best to fight it as you could blearily see Jim lean over and kiss your head. The last thing you saw before you fell asleep was Jim smiling at you softly as he cupped your cheek.

Kirk found LaRue just finishing up his shift when he cornered him in a practice room. “So let me guess? You thought it would be a good idea to hurt Y/N, the woman I love, because of something I did” Jim announced, making LaRue jump and spin around in fear. Jim felt a streak of pleasure at seeing the man who had hurt his wife now terrified of him.

“Captain… uh… what are you talking about?” LaRue murmured, glancing behind Jim at Spock and Bones who was blocking the door. They were furious, faces cold and hard with no hint of kindness at all. They loved Y/N like their own sister and they would not tolerate anyone hurting her.

“Of course not! Spock, why don’t you shut the door, this might take a while” Jim suggested, lips quirking up at LaRue. 

“Captain! Please! It’s a misunderstanding! I was teaching her self-defence!” LaRue protested, stepping back against the wall.

“Ensign Kirk had a broken rib and multiple bruises over her body. I fail to see how that is efficiently teaching her self-defence” Spock rebuked, raising an eyebrow at the officer in front of him.

“She was bound to get hurt while I was teaching her!” LaRue objected, trying anything to get himself out of this. Surely they wouldn’t hurt him right? I mean after all, there was protocol. 

“Good god man! You were meant to be teaching her, not beating her until she could barely breath! What kind of man are you to take advantage of her like that?” Bones snarled, stepping forward, fist clenched. 

“Let me see, it was because I passed the promotion to someone else wasn’t it?” Jim smirked, punching LaRue with a right hook on his jaw. LaRue went down like a tonne of bricks, clutching his jaw tightly as he groaned. “Or was it when I refused to pick you for a expedition when you had been drinking? Oh, is it because I had you court-martial because you were drunk on duty?” Jim growled, hitting him again and breaking LaRue’s nose. It sent blood spurting out over the floor. 

Jim grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and slammed him into the wall, hearing the dull metal clunk at the impact. “Or was it because I embarrassed you back at the Academy because I beat you in all our classes? Huh? Is that it?” Jim snarled, kneeing LaRue in the side. LaRue groaned, doubling over onto the floor, clutching his side.

“So when you had the chance to hurt my wife, I bet you jumped at it. I bet there was a place deep inside your sick mind that couldn’t wait to make her feel the pain, the embarrassment that you felt” Jim hissed, crouching down to LaRue’s side. Jim gripped LaRue’s hair, making sure he was looking at him. “Well, just so you know. You’re going to be responsible for getting kicked off this ship, a court-martial back on Earth and knowing you’ll never be working on a starship ever again. Not if I can help it anyway” Jim growled, shoving him away.

“Jim, that’s enough. Come on!” Bones interfered, pulling Jim away from the gasping man. “I’ll get someone to bring him to medbay before he’s transported back to Starfleet” Bones told him, leading Jim away.

“Oh, if you ever touch Y/N again, I swear I will find you and I will kill you” Jim promised, holding onto his bloodied fist. 

“Captain, come. Y/N will be awake soon” Spock instructed, ushering Jim out the room while Bones called for some help to take LaRue down to the medbay for a check over.

When you woke up, you felt groggy and confused for a few moments, the medication still in your bloodstream. But at least you could breathe better now, the pain in your body gone. Looking to the side of you, you spotted Jim sitting in a chair next to yours. He had fallen asleep with his head on the bed, snoring slightly. Running your fingers through his soft blonde hair, you looked back at the bright ceiling before looking to your other side.

You gaped, shocked at what you saw. There in the bed next to you was LaRue. He was surrounded by security but he looked like he had been knocked out. Shaking your head, you realised what had happened.

Tugging on Jim’s hair to wake him up, you heard his cries of pain as you spun your head to scowl at him. “Ow what was that for?!” he complained, rubbing his head as he gaped at you.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, idiot!” you glowered, pointing to the bed next to you.

“Oh that… don’t pretend you don’t like my protectiveness Y/N” he smirked, leaning back in his chair.

“Jim Kirk, you are nothing but trouble” you sighed, shaking your head as you couldn’t help but smile at him. Because it was true. You did love how protective he was of you. Even if he didn’t listen to you.


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TW: just fluff my dudes ALSO THIS RLLY SUCKS LOL i>

AUTHORS NOTE: im officially back to writing stuff for you all!!!!!! yay!!!!!!

           Y/N was the coolest person in the marching band. No, really, she was. Everyone knew her. And if you didn’t know her, you wanted to. Y/N played the trumpet. She was second in line, and hit all of the notes perfectly. After moving into town, a few of her peers had spread rumors about her. Most of them said that she practiced, her trumpet, every night for three hours. Others had said that she moved from a musically inclined high school. But, alas, none of the stories were true. There were so many stories made up about Y/N that it was difficult to know which ones were true. In fact, after being in band with her for the past few weeks; Evan only scraped out three facts about Y/N.

1.)   She was just naturally good at the trumpet.

2.)   She was incredibly nice.

3.)   Jared Kleinman was in love with her.

Yes, the third and final fact was true. Evan’s best friend, The Insanely Cool Jared Kleinman, had a whopping crush on Y/N. It was blatantly obvious. Connor teased Jared about developing “heart eyes” whenever Y/N walked into the room. Jared not only blushed at this, but became extremely defensive. Jared’s friends picked up on his behaviors the moment they began.

Evan sunk his teeth into his PB&J sandwich while watching Jared swoon over Y/N across the cafeteria. Jared had barely touched his celery. A few things had changed about Jared since the sprout of his affection for Y/N. Firstly, his glasses never had a single smudge. Last year, Evan would grimace every time Jared looked at him. There was enough dust collected on his spectacles for Evan to mold entire dust-bunny. Now, the hinges were polished, shiny even! Secondly, Jared washed his hair. His prior aroma had vanished. What used to be a wafting of Dorito dust was now replaced with the sweet smell of Old Spice cologne.

“So, when are you going to ask her out?” Zoe asked, smiling, stabbing her salad with a plastic fork.

“Never,” Jared snorted, looking back at Zoe.

“You’re never going to get anywhere with her, if all you do is stare.” Zoe retorted.

Jared wanted to argue, but he knew that Zoe had a point. He reverted his eyes away from Y/N, staring at Zoe’s hand. He began to feel bad for the lettuce.

Band practice was the worst of it all. Jared sat one row behind Y/N. All that he did during the hour was stare at the back of her head. Gazing at the silk-like strands that coiled from the top of her head. Evan sat to the left of Jared, and Connor sat in the very back. Often times, Connor would have to crash his cymbals to get Jared to pay attention.

Jared kept a page at the back of his notebook, dating every time Y/N noticed his existence.

September 21st

“did you drop this?”


September 24th

“that’s an Ab. You’re supposed to play a C#”


October 1st

“nice shoes!”


October 3rd

“what’s the date today?”

“October third”

The biggest day marked in Jared’s log was October 6th. That was the day that Y/N invited Jared and all of his friends, over to her house to get ready for the big homecoming game. The homecoming game was the biggest event for the whole year. It’s the biggest crowd that the marching band plays to, all year! The evening is full of school spirit. Everyone dresses in their school’s colours and cheers on their teams. For the marching band, they get dressed in their gear and finally perform after hours of practicing. It’s kind of a big deal.

On October 6th, Y/N walked up to Jared after band practice.


Almost immediately knocking his binder over, Jared greeted back, “Oh! Hi!”

“So I was thinking that maybe you, Zoe, Connor, and Evan could all come to my house tonight to get ready?” she flashed her classic smile, making Jared weak in the knees.

“Yes! I mean, uh, yeah, that’s totally fine or whatever-“

“So, I’ll see you then!” Y/N grabbed her bag, prancing off to find her friends by for lunch.

“WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?” Jared slammed Evan into his locker, holding him by the collar of his polo.

“What- I-“ Evan began to spur, his shoulders hunching and face turning white in fear.


Jared felt a large slap delivered to the back of his head. His hands left the grip on Evan’s cotton blend collar, and jumped to the sore on his cranium.

“Get your hands of Hansen. Beating the shit out of him is my job,” a very angry Connor Murphy hissed.

“Jesus, okay,” Jared laid off, taking a step back.

Connor grabbed Evan by the shoulders, making him stand up straight, giving him a pat on the back.

“Okay, what’s up, Kleinman?” Connor scoffed.

“Y/N invited us over to her house tonight. What the hell do I do? Do I dress up? Do I bring snacks? Like what the fuck-“

“Jared, breathe. What’s the worst that could happen?” Connor offered a small hint of a smile.

“Therapy changed you.”

“Listen here, you fucker-“

“GUYS PLEASE,” Evan softly shouted over the two boys.


7:00 rolled around and Jared found himself oddly calm. He had convinced himself that there was nothing to be worried about. He tried to calm himself down by reminding himself that all of his friends would be there with him. I mean, his crush wasn’t that big!

He was wrong. So terribly wrong. His crush on Y/N was huge. And it came swelling back into his throat the moment she opened up the door to her house. She was dressed in shorts and school tshirt. A stripe of the school colour went down her right cheek in acrylic paint. Her hair was curled and pulled to one side. She was gorgeous. And Jared almost shat himself because of it.

“Hey, Jared! Come on in! My mom is making her famous tacos,” she smiled at him warmly.

Jared followed her inside. All of his friends were crowded around the kitchen table, eating tacos. Even Connor was smiling. They all had dinner, painted their faces with paint and got their marching band uniforms on. Piling into Y/N’s car, they set off for the football game.

The entire marching band sat to the side of the stadium, watching the game. But Jared couldn’t concentrate on the quarter back. All he could look at was Y/N. He admired every feature, freckle, and curve on her face. She felt his stare and turned to look at him.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” she began to paw at the skin on her cheek, in attempt to remove an imaginary stain.

Jared giggled, “No.”

“Then what is it?” her smile burned into his mind. His eyes trained on her lips, before squeezing shut.

“Listen, Y/N, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you-“

But Jared’s proclamation was cut short by the announcement, that was the introduction for the marching band. He huffed, as she looked at him with sorry eyes. The group of teenagers gathered in a line, playing in harmony.

The clouds above the night sky began to form. They looked heavy and dark. As the marching band’s song came to an end, a single rain drop fell onto Jared’s cheek.

“The thing, I was going to tell you,” Jared whispered to Y/N as the stadium applauded for the band.

“I know.”

“You- what?”

Y/N turned to look at Jared. It was raining harder now. The paint on their faces began to melt away.

“I know,” she finally whispered, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

The rain was pouring. The game got cancelled. But Jared didn’t care. The mashing of lips and acrylic paint were the only things on his mind. He dropped his clarinet to the ground, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Requested by @kuramirocket of the yuboys and Zarc being adorable. Well, I decided with the boys being kids still and being cute so hopefully you will find the family adorable still hehe <3