Jack: Thinks he’s the hottest shit in the classroom, learned his ABC’s the fastest, never wants to play with his toys until someone else does (then they’re HIS toys), always has to be the king during king of the mountain or else he pushes you off the slide
Ralph: That one really oddly pretty little boy that behaves around adults and everyone thinks he’s the dream child but really he steals ur kids juice box and shoves the girls off the swing sets during recess so he can swing
Simon: The kid who braids grass and plays with ants and says the bugs are his friends. Brags about all his pets.
Roger: eats Simon’s bugs, cuts the tails off of lizards, bullies everyone, bitter child, the hellspawn parents thank God for not birthing
Piggy: that one dude who Naruto runs before collapsing after two seconds, plays trading card games with the other nerds, gets bullied, really smart, thinks he can defend himself but cAnnot
You and Justin were cuddled on the couch together, watching some old sitcom. You were both kinda tired so you weren’t really paying much attention.
“Do you know what’s going on?” He asked you.
“Not really, I think that girl likes that boy, annnnnd there’s some confusion about it I guess,” you tried to explain.
“You just described the plot of at least one episode of every show that’s ever existed,” he laughed. You shoved him playfully. On the screen a young boy in a backwards cap pledged his love to a girl in a old style dress and braids.
“Gosh I miss that,” he mumbled suddenly.
“What?” You asked sitting up a bit higher and looking at him in the face.
“I don’t know all of it,” he sighed gesturing to the tv screen. “Being a kid. Home cooked meals, stupid shows, going to the skate park, pointless games, I don’t know, just like kids stuff.”
“Aw Justin,” you said kissing his cheek.
“I mean I know I became famous and I love that but I never really got to grow out of that stuff, I just had to abandon it. It would’ve been cool to get some closure. I guess I don’t have any room to complain but-”
“No, no, you’re entitled to that,” you said comfortingly.
“But oh well,” Justin laughed. The two of you went on with your day but you couldn’t forget what Justin had said.
The next day Justin had to wake up super early to go record at the studio. That gave you plenty of time to prepare the plan you’d had last night.
When Justin got home finally, you had everything set up perfectly. You ran to open the door for him as soon as you heard the jingle of keys.
“What the-” he began at your appearance, but you sushed him. You were wearing back jeans, an oversized tye dye shirt and your hair was in braids.
“This is going to be weird, I can already tell,” You heard him mutter as you dragged him in.
“Okay here is station 1,” You announced. He looked around at the makeshift skating obstacle course you’d set up.
“It’s perfectly safe I had someone test it before you,” You said waving away the sentence you could see forming on his lips.
“And if you finish it you get a date with me. Which by the way will be very juicy because I told everyone at Becky Weather’s sleepover that I thought you were rad, and I liked your style.”
Justin was laughing now, he could tell what you were doing. For a moment You were worried he wouldn’t go along with it, that he’d tell you it was nice that you cared, but he didn’t want to participate. However, he picked his skateboard off the ground and grinned.
“You’re on!” He kissed your cheek as he ran by toward the makeshift ramp. He finished the amateur course very quickly. He raised his fists above his head in a victory stance as you cheered and hollared his name.
“Alright next. Is. The…..WATERGUN FIGHT,” You screamed shooting him with a jet of water. He looked shocked for a moment.
“Oh that’s it,” he laughed, easily finding the water gun you’d left for him at the end of the course.
“Point 2,” you screamed as you shot him again. He then got you in the back.
“Point!” He jovially yelled. “Point, point, point!” He was gaining on you now. You both got a few more shots in before he tackled you to the ground laughing. He emptied the contents of his gun onto you shirt.
“You suck,” You giggled.
“Hey nice look,” he winked. You could see your wet shirt was sticking tightly to you now and your bra could be seen through some of the white parts.
“Oh my gosh,” You threw my head back in exasperation.
“Hey, in my defence I’m supposed to be like a ninth grade boy in this scenario. That’s all they think about.”
“Get up you weasel, we’re going to the next thing.” You both got up and changed your clothes.
“Alright now we’re going to eat a messy dinner in front of the tv,” You said smiling, you went into the kitchen brining out two steaming plates of spaghetti.
“Looks delicious,” Justin said licking his lips in response to one of his favourite meals. You then brought out two juice boxes, and that cracked him up. You sat down and watched Friends as you ate.
“You know,” Justin said through a mouthful. “I think it tastes better straight out of the box.”
“Does that go for the juice too?” You asked with a smirk.
“Yes,” he laughed. Finally dinner was finished.
“Okay now we’re gonna play a board game because your mom said no more TV today,” You told him informatively. He rolled his eyes playfully.
“Oh darn that mom of mine,” he said snapping his fingers. You began to pull him towards the kitchen table.
“Wait, pause,” he said pulling you close. “In this narrative am I allowed to kiss you?” He asked raising his eyebrows suggestively.
“Just once,” You grinned. “My dad is always around the corner.” Justin found this particularly funny because your dad had always loved Justin, and didn’t mind seeing the two of you kiss.
“Better make it a good one then,” he whispered, leaning closer, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He let a soft breath out to ghost over your lips and you shivered. He then let his incredibly soft lips cover yours. The kiss wasn’t very long, but it was full of passion. When it ended you rested your head against his.
“Thanks for all of this,” he said gently.
“N-no problem,” you said still a bit weak from his lips.
“We better go play our board game,” you said when you finally recovered. You grabbed Justin’s hand again trying to pull him to the table.
“I JUST KISSED THE HOTTEST GIRL IN SCHOOL!” He screamed pumping his first in the air. You rolled your eyes laughing at his silliness.
Summary: He sucks at commitment and she has a shitty memory.
Word Count: 1,780
A/N: This is kind of a filler chapter just to set everything up so its not that interesting. But it’ll get pretty heated in future chapters. Peep Mingyu vs. Minghao. Also Y/HT = Your Hometown. Enjoy! ~Jasmine
Eyy you're blog is awesome! May I have some Lucio/Tracer kiddie headcanons? (stuff they did as children.) If you're not too busy that is.
UR TOO SWEET!! I love these kiddos
Tracer: The cutest little girl!! She was a huge teachers pet but like in a good way. She was a cutie. She shared her juice boxes with the other kids and gives cards to the lunch ladies on their birthdays and holidays. Made her mum breakfast in bed when she was seven, and it was shockingly good. Thought hot dogs were made of dogs, so she took away her aunties poodle screaming “I WONT LET YOU EAT HER!” while locked in the closet.
Lucio: Also the cutest kid. “ Here let me hold the door for you ma’am!” “ Do you want my seat? I can find another!” “ I think you’re JAW-some!” Yeah he gave everyone cards on Valentine’s day. He had a pet snail named Murphy and named the trees in his neighborhood. Loved participating in class. Was a good noodle
What kind of parent Ichigo would be (if Bleach is any indication)
As requested by anon. :)
[Want to imagine some other Bleach characters as parents? This series has its own page!]
1. He would be sucker for tears.
When Ichigo was with child Nel, he was totally unable to say no to her when she cried. To me, this implies that parent Ichigo would be totally helpless in the face of his child crying.
Ichigo: Okay! Okay! I will put the silly hat on my head! Look! It’s on my head!
Ichigo: Please stop crying!
Ichigo: I hope this doesn’t set a bad precedent.
2. He would give them piggy-back rides.
In case it isn’t already obvious, I take Ichigo’s interactions with Nel to be super canon as to how Ichigo would be with his own kids.
Kid: Dad, can we play flying pony?
Ichigo: Of course!
Ichigo: But just remember, if anybody asks, I super DON’T take my tiny children high up into the sky using my shinigami powers, even though they love it so much.
Kid: Okay, Dad!
3. He would encourage them to work hard at school.
Because for all Ichigo doesn’t seem like the type, Ichigo always studied really hard in school. He would totally pass on those values to his kids.
Ichigo: Remember, even if you don’t have bright orange hair like me, you can still study hard!
Kid: What does orange hair have to do with studying, Dad?
Ichigo: Well, when I was a kid, people made fun of me for my orange hair, so I studied hard.
Kid: And that didn’t make them make fun of you more for being a giant nerd?
Ichigo: …have you been talking to Uncle Keigo again?
4. He would protect them from bad news.
Ichigo tried hard to keep his sisters from knowing about his shinigami powers. I guess he didn’t want them to worry about him. Hell, even when Karin straight-up told him she knew, he continued to deny it. So probably as a dad, Ichigo try overly hard to shield his kids from bad or worrying news.
Kid: Dad…is my goldfish dead?
Ichigo: No, of course not! It is only sleeping.
Kid: It’s sure been sleeping for a long time.
Ichigo: It is a very sleepy goldfish.
Kid: But it’s been days.
Ichigo: Goldfish hibernate?
5. He would protect them in general.
Both because protection is Ichigo’s main thing, and because being a part of Ichigo’s family pretty much guarantees that you will be hollow bait.
Kid: Dad, Sam at school says that most families don’t pack hollow repellent when they go on picnics.
Ichigo: And when the hollows finally learn not to mess with me or my kids, we won’t have to any more!
6. He would present them with a..skewed view of how to make friends.
Because in Ichigo’s experience, there is only one way to make lifelong friends.
Ichigo: First you fight them, then you win, and then they love you forever!
Kid: But we’re not supposed to fight in school!
Ichigo: Why does your school hate friendship?
7. He would never be concerned about injuries.
Because in Ichigo’s experience, even massively bleeding head wounds are really no big deal.
Kid: DAD SAM’S HEAD IS BLEEDING A LOT
Ichigo: And you want….a hat?
Kid: A HOSPITAL
Ichigo: For just a head wound?
8. He’d never push them to talk if they didn’t want to.
Because Ichigo believes that when someone’s ready to talk, they will, and that they shouldn’t be pushed to talk before they’re ready.
Ichigo: So….do you want to talk about what happened in school?
Ichgo: Take all the time you need, but preferably less than seventeen months.
Ichigo: Seventeen months is just a really long time.
9. He would take them on interesting vacations.
I refuse to believe that Ichigo *won’t* take his kids on trips to Soul Society, once all the violence is done.
Kid: UNCLE BYAKUYA!!!!
Byakuya: ….are those tiny humans always going to be so informal with me?
10. He would help them with juice boxes.
Because sometimes juice boxes are really hard to open.
Kid: Poke the straw in where?
Ichigo: Here, let me help you with that.
Ichigo: Hey, don’t worry! Even really strong soul reapers have trouble with juice boxes sometimes!
Kid: That seems like something you just say to make me feel better.