Do you have a dictionary about fighting words instead of just kick, hit, punch and also a thing with curse words like the meaning of them (English isn't my first language) Happy v-day and thanks for your work! I was the one who sent in the earlier question about the boy and the girl, but please don't answer with '' I can't write your plot for you '' I just think you're really talented and I'll take any tips I can get, cheers! :)
Them’s Fightin’ Words!
Blow (“landed a blow on”, “dealt a powerful blow”)
Box (“boxed his ears”)
Haymaker (used, “swung a haymaker”/”hit someone with a haymaker”)
Paste (slang, “I pasted her” means “I hit her hard.”)
more billdip marriage headcanons!! i love marriage
-bill punt-kicking the flower bouquet at their wedding -dipper and bill not moving more than a foot away from eachother bc at this point all they want to do is be close to eachother -bill keeps calling himself “”the bride of honor”” and demands to be carried everywhere they go -dipper doesn’t mind -dipper and bill start looking for an apartment to rent and they’re so excited because oh my god we’re starting a life together we’re gonna live alone omg holy shit fuck we’re so gay -bill starts noticing that humans like to change their surnames to fit their partners, and excitedly decides he wants to be bill pines, for once wanting to associate with the pines family -dipper happily accepts -names don’t really mean much to bill, but for some reason sharing a surname with his human fills him to the brim with joy. he loves being bill pines
Request: could you write and imagine where malia doesn’t understand human games like tag and liam is chasing you and she thinks he’s trying to hurt you so she attempts to “save” you?
Two weeks into summer break,
Stiles broke the Slip-n-Slide.
“Seriously?” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared
at the awkwardly skinny boy. “You tried to go down it on a lawn chair?”
Stiles shrugged. “I wanted to see what would happen.”
I gave him an incredulous look. “You’re an idiot.”
Scott chipped in, “It was actually pretty cool. Until he
broke it. Not cool, man.”
Malia rolled her eyes. “The whole reason we even bothered
coming over was to play on the Slip-n-Slide, but you two broke it before we
even got here. Now what are we supposed to do?”
Liam raised his hand, a shy smile on his face. “We could
play football?” He pointed to the tattered pigskin by the back door.
I looked around our smaller group. Usually the entire
pack hung out at Scott’s house, but today Lydia and Kira had decided to go
shopping. We wouldn’t be able to play boys against girls because we wouldn’t
have even numbers.
“You guys go ahead. I’ll watch.” Malia said, plopping
down in one of the available chairs.
Frowning, I said, “We could teach you how to play. It’s
really fun, Malia.” My best friend shook her head. I sighed. “Fine. Humans
“Oh, you’re so on.” Liam stuck his tongue out. “Do you
want kick off?”
Giggling, I shook my head. “You do the honors.” With
that, I drug Stiles to the other side of the backyard, glancing over my
shoulder to see Scott and Liam in deep conversation as they retrieved the ball.
Stiles shifted awkwardly in his damp swim trunks. “Okay,
so, what’s the plan?”
I pretended to think it over. “If you get the ball, just
pass it to me. Plain and simple.”
“What? No, I think-” He began to protest, but then Scott
yelled, “PUNT!” and lightly kicked the ball over to us. Surprisingly, the ball
landed right in Stiles’s arms. He looked down at it as if in wonder and then
over at me.
“Stiles, pass me the ball!” I screamed, already tearing
across the freshly mowed grass. His arm reared back and then he threw it; the
ball sailed swiftly through the air. I caught it, palms red and stinging. Out
of the corner of my eye I could see Liam closing in. Scott must’ve gone for
Stiles. Laughing, I sprinted for the fence.
Just before I could touch the end of the ball to the
wood, warm arms encircled my waist. We tumbled to the ground, rolling and
laughing the whole way. When we came to a stop finally, Liam was on top of me. “Nice
“I believe that
was a sack.”
“Who said I was the quarterback?”
Before he could answer, Liam was lifted up and tossed to
the side. Malia was crouched in front of me in a protective stance, snapping
and snarling at Liam, as if daring him to get up.
“No, Malia, stop! It’s alright! That’s just part of the
game. He wasn’t going to hurt her.” Stiles waved his arms over his head as he
jogged over to us, Scott hot on his tail.
Malia was seething. “She’s a human. He should know
better- know to be gentle with her.”
Slowly, I sat up. “Malia, I’m okay.” Four pairs of eyes
fell on me. I gulped. “It’s fine; that’s part of football.”
She sniffed. “Well I don’t like it.” Her arms crossed
over her chest. I snorted. Cautiously, Liam rose to his feet. His blue eyes
were watching Malia the entire time. It would’ve been comical if her eyes weren’t
Liam walked around her to offer me a hand up. I took it
and pat him on the shoulder. “Thanks,” I mumbled. He shrugged it off.
“Okay, so, let’s take five, maybe get some snacks?” Scott
clapped his hands together and looked around at everyone. “I’m starting to get
Everyone was in agreement and began to trek inside. Liam
and I strayed back, trying to ignore Malia’s constant glances over her
shoulder. We were still in the middle of the yard when she reached the door. “Are
you coming?” She snapped, raising an eyebrow.
“Um, yeah. Malia, if you don’t mind, can I talk to Liam
for a sec?” She drew her lips into a tight line, but she still nodded. Then she
left, letting the door slam behind her.
Liam scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. His white
tank now had grass stains. I was sure my cover-up dress was in the same
condition. “Listen, dude, I’m sorry about Malia.” I offered. “She can get over
“Nah, it’s cool.” Liam smiled. “She’s right, in a way.
Sometimes I forget that you’re human. You seem so strong that I just… don’t
I smirked. “Like when you tackled me.”
“I’m telling you that it was a sack.”
telling you that it was a tackle. Sacks are behind the line of scrimmage.” Liam
looked at me quizzically for a moment, brow wrinkling, lips pursed. Then he
sighed, “I hate it when you’re right.”
Giggling to myself, I slung my arm over his shoulder. “So