Chilchuck but we are his pretty wife, and we didn't abandon him this time.
Not only that, but we are also very caring and nice, and it's practically a surprise how we are with someone like Chilchuck.
I can picture him standing with a serious face and all gloomy, and then we are next to him beaming rays of sunshine (bonus if we are also blonde and a hafling)
They are literally the "sunshine x grumpy" trope
`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ohhhhhhh my god. so……..i was so happy with this cute request that i kind of ran with it LOL. this is such a good concept and i can picture this so well in my brain. i wrote a domestic lil drabble that i hope is okay, as my thoughts just went insane over this. WAHHHH i hope you enjoy and that this is okay!! thank you so much for your idea, anon!! <3
— SUNSHINE: chilchuck x wife!reader.
꒰ rating: ꒱ sfw and soooo fluffy. reader is also a half-foot!
꒰ wc: ꒱ 675
✦ please i need more domestic bliss with this man. he deserves to feel so loved and happy. i tried to keep this light and sweet and playful bc i think he’d be grumpy but also. give this man the love he needs and he’ll thrive please chilchuck just one chance please pleas—
“Chil?” Your voice was so soft and sweet, it’s honey-like tone melting him to his core. You had decided to surprise him with breakfast this morning, something you loved to do when you had him here with you.
If the smell didn’t rouse him, your presence certainly did. It was an understatement to say that you were his weak spot, a point within him that he tried not to dwell on too much. Especially when the sun hit you in that halo of light at just the right angle, seeping through the windows and making his eyes flutter. Waking up to you was an experience he felt he couldn’t get enough of, drunk off of your velvet words as you brushed the bangs out of his face.
“Mm?” Was his only response, leaning subconsciously into your touch with a gruff sigh. You only laughed, that twinkle in your voice causing his heart to stutter within his chest. Why must he be married to the human form of sunshine? Surely his constant grumpiness would deter you, but much to his amusement, it only made you grin.
“Do you want breakfast, love?” Gods, when you called him that, he could feel his ears burn hot. Finally fully opening his eyes, his gaze found yours, softening instantly. How he managed to find someone like you, he would never understand. Regardless, he sat up, pawing at his eyes to dust the sleep from them. “I’d rather have you.” You heard him grumble, cheeks rosy. Another one of those addicting laughs left you. He didn’t think it was amusing. “Fine, I’ll get up…”
You practically bounced in place, rocking on your feet in excitement. It wasn’t hard to see that you adored your husband, his sleep shirt wrinkled and hair messy from sleep making you bite your lip in glee. Chilchuck gave you a skeptical look, scratching the back of his head before stretching. The action reminded you that he did have a little height on you, your own size as a half-foot causing you to feel small in any context. His shirt rode up to expose the tummy there, causing you to leave your gaze locked at that spot for a moment.
“Are you really this excited for me to get out of bed?” He mused, grumpiness slowly ebbing away at the warmth completely radiating off of you. You felt yourself nod, wrapping your arms around his waist and peering up at him with that expression that always made him weak in the knees. “I’m always excited for my husband to wake up and join the living again.”
“Is that so?” Chilchuck grinned, his voice rumbling in his chest and tingling against your skin. “You want a grump like me awake at this hour?” You couldn’t help but feed into him, continuing to nod your head cheerfully. “Really? Then it would be a shame if…”
Before he finished his sentence, you felt yourself pulled down to the bed as he fell backwards, a yelp leaving you in shock. He held you in his embrace, nuzzling into your neck and yawning. “...I took you down with me. Oh well.” Obnoxiously fake snores followed his teasing reply, causing you to laugh in bewilderment.
“Chilchuck, are you serious? I had finally gotten you up! Everything that I made is gonna get cold!” Although you spoke with mock frustration, the longer you found yourself in his embrace, the more you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Huffing, you relented. “Not my fault that your breakfast is going to be freezing by the time you finally get moving.” Your own grumbling, voice muffled against his shirt, caused him to chuckle. Your head buzzed.
His playfulness this morning made you feel a little giddy, studying his face as the light filtered in. A few gray hairs were illuminated in the sea of auburn, something you found pleasure in. You had to remind yourself that you both weren’t as young as you used to be, but if you were able to continue spending this life with him, well… Maybe it wasn’t so bad.
Diane Pastors of Earth 1294A is Disco-Spider - a roller-skating, record-spinning, bass-playing, web-slinging, Disco Queen!
A freedom fighter by choice and a web-head by chance, Disco has Opal the Funk Machine in hand, and her fingers on the pulse of Spider Society HQ!
She's here to give you the down-low on campus - or (more likely) talk your ear off about Hobie Brown. She's kinda Not Normal about him.
Got a spidersona? I wanna see them! Just jump in my askbox, or tag me in a post!
Catch Disco on Campus and join the
The Spider Society Welcome Committee!
Love Hobie Brown? Have your sona ask about
The Hobie Brown Fanclub!
and get the backstage pass from Diane - one of Hobie's custom guitar picks! (yes ...... rlly)
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a.n: I realized I never actually posted a Spidersona sheet for DiscoSpider - the Spidersona I made solely to ship with Hobie and my current rp obsession. Soooo here it is!! Just a lot of sketches and ideas from the last month. I really love this sona and the community she's let me connect with - all of your sonas are so cool!!
if you've read this far, have interacted with Disco, or have sent your sona in - thank you so much :) i appreciate it
I'm not sure if your requests are open but PLEASE, if you're ever down to do an Alex Keller x plus size f!reader smut with the man being an absolute munch .
I will combust, there is literally nothing with this man :( Hook a fandom up Master.
There's no hurry to do this now, it's definitely at your convenience and if you're inspired to🫰🏼
something something southern boy eddie being jealous of nancy and steve growing closer (even though there's nothing going on between them and it's all in eddie's head) and going to an open-mic night in country bar a couple of towns over to sing jolene.
that's it. that's all i got. i just want more eddie singing dolly parton songs and he'll be such a petty lil jealous bitch that jolene fits him perfectly. okay, hope you're having a lovely day friend!
oh my lord do NOT get me started on Dolly Parton loving steddie. I believe and will promote it!! Southern boy Eddie just feels right somehow, I love everything you said.
Now you are going to have to forgive me for all inaccuracies because I am not American but here's some thoughts.
Eddie thinking Steve and Nancy are getting closer, they've been spending more and more time together, heads bent close and talking in whispers. Every time he sees them it feels like a fist around his heart and windpipe a hot, uncomfortable thing that makes him want to turn on his heel but finds himself staring and hurting instead.
He deals with it the only way he knows how, through music and who better than miss Dolly? He spends nights in his room blaring out Jolene, and I will always love you. Sometimes he mixes it up, adds new artists in Willie Nelson with 'Always on my mind', patsy cline 'crazy' and whatever else he can torture himself with.
Wayne handles it as best he can before he's knocking on Eddie's door shouting to turn it down when the soundsytem starts to rattle the mugs on the shelf. He loves Eddie like a son but if he loses another mug to Tammy Wynette's laments he's going to start hiding his record collection from that boy.
Without an outlet for his heartbreak Eddie gets restless so one day after he sees Steve and Nancy whispering and smiling again he jumps in his van and drives, speakers turned up and when he stops he finds himself a couple of towns away outside a bar with some pretty interesting clientele that, while keeping a low profile, are clearly having a good time. He gets curious and Eddie has never been somebody to shy away from his own curiosity so he goes in and what he finds changes his life.
There is such an amazing mix of people, couples and non-couples and most of all, a complete lack of stares or judgement. He keeps looking around, a smile on his face grows when he sees the stage when the barman is at his elbow
'You here for the open mic night? You look the type anyway'
Eddie turns to face the man, certain that this is a place he is coming back to
'Not this time, but sign me up for the next one'
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It’s a few months down the line and Eddie is a regular, carved himself a spot on the stage in this evidently accepting and thriving gay bar.
He is gearing up to go out, ready to pour his heart out after seeing Steve pick Nancy up and spin her around, his whole mood souring and the overwhelming pain and sadness sitting low in his stomach. It had been manageable up until then, difficult sure, but manageable. So tonight is the night.
He walks up to the mic to familiar cheers and heckles; he always has such a varied set but never a bad word said about him. Eddie gets himself settled on the stool, acoustic guitar in hand and without giving himself a chance to look at the crowd he starts with the opening notes to Jolene and silence spreads across the audience. Eddie gives it everything, holding nothing back and the bar patrons join him in the chorus. He puts all his sadness into his performance, catharsis in its purest form. He aches and the audience aches with him, it finally feels good.
He looks up then and makes eye contact with the girl that has broken him. Nancy Wheeler stares at him across the bar, she stands in a gap in Eddie's eye line, somehow with nobody in front of her. Sad eyes seeing something in Eddie he never planned on sharing with her. He looks down immediately, not wanting to completely self-destruct in the middle of his set. But that's when he catches Nancy's hand, Nancy's occupied hand holding another hand. A distinctly non-masculine hand. He looks back up. Robin Buckley? Holding hands with Nancy Wheeler? Eddie has to park that thought, can’t let it into his mind when he has his set to finish but it finds a place to sit, to be addressed later, he's curious, not hopeful but definitely interested in this turn of events.
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He finishes his set to applause and takes an ostentatious bow, packs up his stuff and shuffles off to the bar, hoping to get a drink and think about what he saw. Eddie manages to get to the bar when Nancy intercepts him, Robin in tow. He should have known she wouldn't ignore him, not when Eddie has actually been in her house, made small talk during the summers when the school couldn't be used for Hellfire and Mike's house was the only available spot.
'Hi Eddie, I just wanted to say, WE both wanted to say, that was great. Really great. Right Robin?'
Robin swings forward, hand still attached to Nancy's and starts to talk, going over Eddie's playing, song choices and then the cover of Jolene. Both her and Nancy change their body language at that lean close, soften their eyes, seem to pick up on something Eddie was showing but not telling.
The thing is, Eddie knew about Robin, they'd had talks in the band room cupboard, tentative at the start but then more open as time went on. They had a trust between each other that neither took lightly. And because of that, Eddie felt protective of Robin, doesn't want to see her hurt when she has clearly opened herself up to somebody new.
Just then Robin shoots off, says something about the bathroom which leaves Eddie and Nancy together. Eddie doesn't really know what to do with himself, doesn't want to talk to the girl that is responsible for his heartache but also doesn't want to let the opportunity to protect his friend go. So he doesn't think, just throws himself in at the deep end and hopes for the best
'You know Ms Wheeler, never thought I'd see you in the kind of place. Taking a walk on the wild side before returning to your castle?' It's not nice but it’s not overly hostile, he hopes
'Yeah, well Robin wanted to come and I thought it might be fun. Let her show me the ropes a bit'
Eddie raises an eyebrow at this
'Wouldn't it be better to come here with your boyfriend? Does he even know you are here or you just here to get some kick from Buckley where nobody can see you? Go back to you 'normal' life in the morning?'
To her credit, Nancy doesn't get angry, raises her head to look Eddie directly in the eye and begins to speak but is interrupted by Robin making a reappearance next to Nancy and then, much to Eddie's horror, a voice comes from behind him
'Ah the love bird reunited at last, don't know how you survived without breathing the same air quite honestly'
'Oh, shut up dingus, I know for a fact that you are disgustingly co-dependent so don't even start'
And that's when Steve fucking Harrington comes up to Eddie's side, places an arm on his bicep and squeezes
'Hey man, you were amazing. That Dolly cover? Goosebumps dude! I'd love to hear more if you know any of her others?'
Steve is leaning in close to Eddie, he is smiling at Eddie, he has his hand ON Eddie's arm. Eddie...may have misinterpreted some things.
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It's another few months down the line and Eddie is about to step on stage at his familiar open mic night. He walks up on stage, electric guitar this time, plugs it in and tunes up, not giving the crowd any attention. Then, when he feels ready, his eyes are up and he finds the familiar pair in the crowd. Steve.
Turns out the time he and Nancy had been spending together was to plan romancing Robin and the spinning? That was when Nancy had finally secured a date. He feels silly for it now but hey, worked out in the end, right?
Eddie smiles wide, gets close to the mic so it’s almost muffled
'Stevie darlin', this ones for you'
And Eddie starts Dolly Parton's 'Baby I'm burning' as the audience gets up on their feet and Nancy pulls Robin and Steve onto the dance floor. It's loud and it's fun and Eddie doesn't stop grinning the whole time, smile evident in his voice as he sings and he sends his thanks out to Dolly.
looking up from his cup, he sighed while trying his best to not roll his eyes. ❝ so you called me out tonight for what exactly ? ❞ he asked for clarification.
𝗡𝗢 𝗪𝗔𝗬 . . . the gasp he lets out 'pon seeing the motorcycle parked near the inn—The gleam of the bike, every contour, every angle screams speed and power—it's a mechanical beast just waiting to be unleashed.
he's practically salivating.
He circles it, his boots crunching against the dirt, his fingers itch with the urge to touch it but he refrains. It's common courtesy not to touch someone else's things ( even if sexy as hell ) and decides to appreciate it from a distance. Snow leans against the rough wood of the inn’s wall, arms crossed over his chest, gaze fixed on the motorcycle.
Time trickles by, each minute stretching as he rehearses opening lines in his head. Compliments about the bike's make and model mingle with inquiries about upgrades and handling. Motorbike enthusiasts are a rare breed in his experience, and the opportunity to exchange words over horsepower and the thrill of an open road is one Snow doesn't want to miss.
He watches every passerby, assessing whether they're the one, until—a figure approaches that seems to match the bike’s wild spirit…
Nifemi is a character who I tried to put layers into, while basing some aspects of her personality on myself. But while not only is it hard trying to breakdown yourself down into a character, my brain is also too messy to form proper lore before jumping straight into trauma parts, which I hyperfixtated on at some point. Seeing as this is my first time actually posting proper stuff about her and most of you might be like ‘Who the hell is even Nifemi?’, I’m gonna post a small background and info-dump on her lore a bit. (I also just need some type of outlet for all of this, it’s one am I want to sleep, she takes up my every waking thought)
Backstory and Personality Study
Nifemi hails from Earth 1960, and she was born in South Africa, though being raised in her spiderman city, Laghattan, New Lagos City, Nigeria (A mashup of Lagos and New York), where she lived and grew up.
She and her sister, Bolatito, were both orphaned at about 4 and 2 years old respectively, when their parents died in a plane crash, and moved in with their Uncle Benedict ‘Ben’ Parker and Aunt Mayowa ‘May’ Parker.
They owned a small family based resturant that brought in most of the family’s income and simultaneously ignited Nifemi’s love for cooking.
At 13 on a field trip to Oscorp Industries, she got lost from her class and got bitten by a radioactive spider and after her Uncle Ben’s death, took up the mantle of spiderwoman, or as she and her city call her, Anansi.
About a year of being Anasi later, Nifemi’s sister, Bolatito finds out about her identity and claims the role of ‘the gal in the chair, making gadgets, walkie talkies the whole thing.
When Nifemi was about 15, she met Miles 1960 (her Earth’s variant of Miles Morales) who she developed a strong friendship with as they bonded over their love for art and stuff. (Big sis, Little bro relationship)
Nifemi soon introduces Bolatito to Miles, the three of them becoming a trio with Miles and Bolatito becoming a couple at some point (Techflower)
Timeskip, blah, blah, blah, Nifemi meets Hobie at uni, develops a crush on him and him vice-versa and they both also end up together (I’ll explain the timeline more in depth later, I’m too lazy and tired to do that right now)
Anways,
Throughout her journey as Anansi, Nifemi’s canon events of losing her loved ones had a lasting impact on her personal self, both as Anansi and as her civilian self.
Nifemi and her Uncle Ben were extremely close, she growing to even see him as a sort of father figure as she barely had any memories of her real parents, which is why his death as her canon event, (though she didn’t know what canon events were at the time) had such a lasting impact on her, making her unknowingly more emotionally closed off than she would have been as a normal teenager. Her already naturally shy and introverted personality also didn’t help matters to an extent.
Due to this, even though she eventually opened up as she grew older and met HB 1960 (her earth’s variant of Hobie Brown), her second ‘loss of a loved one’ canon event of losing him (since he’s kind of her Gwen Stacy, love intrest thing), completely shattered her and set her down a dark slope of her being afraid getting close or forming any sort of relationship with people, as now 2 of her greatest love ones are dead because, in her mind, her.
As a person Nifemi is a laid back person to an extent, just moving with life but still trying to be successful. She tries to have an easy-going attitude with life but might appear to be closed off and moody to others at times. She honestly doesn’t try or mean to seem that way but has problems socializing or even opening up with people. Despite her attitude however, she does have a pretty steady friendgroup and realistic approach with life, keeping the few friends and loved ones she has close, which is why the loss of them usually has a bigger and lasting impact on her.
Nifemi sees her identity of being Anansi to be seperate yet at the same time the same with her civilain life, constantly mking connections yet still try to keep them from overlapping with each other. While, yes, she follows her Uncle Ben’s advice of “With great power comes great responsibility” and the added mindset of “If I don’t do it, who will?”, at the same time she still wonders if she should just stop trying. The fact that her city, still has their doubts about her, despite her constantly saving them, still seeing her as a demon, due to her powers and their superstitions, also doesn’t help matters and keeps the thoughts coming.
However despite all of this, Nifemi still keeps trying and persevering, using her friends and famiy as a sort of motivation to keep going, in a sense her motto kind of being, “Even if you don’t want to, do it for them”
status / closed, adem (@scmantic)
location / la fiesta de vendimia
The best yet most frustrating part of traveling for Ysla was buying the perfect souvenirs for each of her family members back home. She had asked them beforehand what each of them wanted to make shopping easier. So there she was, going through each stall hoping to find the perfect gift. The current stall she was in displayed a colorful array of local crafts and trinkets, each one seemingly more appealing than the last. The tight smile on the stall vendor's face should have been enough reason for Ysla to hurry up and choose. But the perfectionist in her wanted to make sure she got all their pasalubong right.
"Surprise me," that's all her favorite niece said with no context whatsoever. That put a lot of pressure on Ysla seeing as she wanted to be the cool aunt. Dina was into all things kikay or girly. The first thing that came to Ysla's mind was accessories. But the kind, color and style? Ysla had no clue. What do seven-year-olds these days like anyways?
Ysla debated on asking for help from the vendor, who was giving her the stink eye at this point. A figure appeared beside her, and Ysla saw it was a little girl, about her niece's age to be exact. No harm in asking a kid their opinion, right? She was hoping for an honest opinion; after all, chikdren didn't lie. So she did, remembering to approach the kid with a friendly smile and introduce herself, the way she used to with the ones she taught back home.
Within a few minutes, Ysla had finally gotten the perfect gift for her niece, thanks to the girl whose name she found out was Emine. The more this little girl talked, the more she reminded Ysla of Mirabel. She felt a tug on her heartstrings as she listened to Emmy talk, her hand immediately coming to touch the butterfly necklace she wore. Ysla didn't know why, but she wanted to know more about this kid, to the point where she agreed to buy her more than a few trinkets from the stall as a thank you, to which the vendor looked glad.
"Thank you so much for your help, Emmy. You really made my day today." Ysla knelt down to her eye level and gave her a smile as she handed her the bag with the trinkets she bought for Emmy. "I hope your parents aren't mad I asked for your help." Ysla scanned the area, hoping to spot someone searching for Emine. Allowing a child to wander off in a crowded place wasn't ideal. Ysla felt she might need to have a word with Emine's guardian about it.
At the height of summer, the ripples of the sea were nigh irresistible. To those not permitted easier access, travel was the easy solution -- and the grassy greens of Mondstadt didn't have enough space to squeeze in a nice, leisurely beach! Which was a shame, Yoimiya thought, the sight would've fulfilled years worth of festival firework inspiration. If that were the case, though, Yoimiya wouldn't have gotten time with a certain 'lil spark!
“We could go for a swim - ooh, do you know how to swim?! I'll teach you! - we couuld build a sandcastle - I'm an expert! - we cooould see if a certain Oni's done building his sand fortress and ask if he wants to play a round of chicken... or, hang with me here... we could do all three!”
The options were infinite, and with Captain Kaeya's permission, all doable in a reasonable amount of time! Today was Klee's day, however - and whatever she said went! Pocketing spare bundles of energy, Yoimiya leant down to her height, adjusting the near-toppling sunhat balanced atop her head.
@reignoctis asked: "So much has changed, but I'm the same." rarity
Girly Pop Odesseys
Called up to Canterlot, to see the Royal Castle no less. Celestia had personally requested her, and gleefully she had assumed she was going to be commissioned to design a dress for the beloved Princess of Equestria.
How wrong she was. Well partially.
A royal was still a royal. Don't get her wrong! Luna was an elegant model to design for. Though the whole Nightmare Moon debacle couldn't escape the edges of her mind. Would the Princess show kindness to someone who blasted her full force with the power of new Friendship?
Annnnnnd a more business-savvy part of her mind wondered if outfitting the less....popular..princess would result in a decline in business. Ponies did happen to have somewhat of a herd mentality when it came to these things.
Still, she'd be a fool to say no to the bits and Celestia.
It was a stiff atmosphere. Rarity could usually make idle chatter with clients but found it difficult in this circumstance. So when the Princess broke her silence it nearly startled her.
"I find if one isn't primping or preening over themselves during this session some reflection is bound to happen when staring into a mirror for hours." A pause, a thought, how much advice could she offer a practical immortal. "If I may speak out of turn Your Majesty?"
Heyyyy!! Could you pplzzz wright smthin with like the whumpee going literal crazy cuz they haven't seen the sun for like rly long and are fed up of all the pain and all so they just lash out. Basically them going insane.
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OOOOO YES OFCC THANKIEE! I hope this is okay!!
ALSO TYSMM @scribbelle FOR PROOFREADING YOU LEGEENDDDD
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Whumpee sat in the corner of the room. Their eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting by now, their fingers drummed along their knee as they tried to get any sensation in their body that they could.
Their focus moved from their knees to their head. They paused for a moment, trying to figure out whether their head was at full capacity of thoughts racing through their head or they had nothing.
This room was too quiet, way too quiet. They let out a growl, slamming their fist against the wall, an unrecognizable growl escaping their throat.
getmeoutgetmeoutgetmeout
Moments later the door creaked open, footsteps drawing closer. Whumpee scrambled to their feet, jumping on top of Whumper. Whumper fell to the ground with a cry. "Heavens, what are you-"
Whumpee landed a punch hard across Whumper's face, cutting Whumper off.
"YOU BASTARD" punch "YOU DICKHEAD" punch "YOU-" punch, punch, punch. With every punch another tear fell. They tried to hide their sobs but they couldn't hold it back anymore. The numb feelings finally washed away. They were full of hatred, anger, sadness.
Too much. It was all too much. Way too much. They didn't want to focus on their head anymore. They focused on their fists, the dull pain with each thud. They felt skin and bone beneath their knuckles.
They sat back with a gasp, taking in the sight before them. Their bloodied fist, their knees, one either side of Whumper's hips as they leaned back.
What had they just done?
Whumper stayed on the floor for a few beats. In shock.
They quickly shake their head, snapping back to reality before shoving Whumpee off of them and getting to their feet, flicking open their switchblade, "Oh, dove, you are really going to regret that."
But Whumpee couldn't bring themself to care. It was just an everyday thing at this point. All they could do is curl up against the cold floor and accept the fact that this was their life now.
@crysugu ಇ happy birthday to my sweetest birthday twin, dilly bean! i hope suguru is treating you to the most special day you deserve! this is a little dilsu mood board i put together by stalking your asks (this one in particular). you are such a bright shining light in our tumblr community, and i am always excited to see you and talk to you! i hope the coming year is the most magical yet. love always, kae
dilsu ಇ but we loved with a love that was more than love—
the little boy was exhausted. beaten down. he didn't know how long he'd been in this room, his hands bound by thick rope, a bit in his mouth that was hand painted with seals. cursed seal papers plastered to his markings and tied along the muzzle straps for good measure, as if they'd been frightened of any errant syllables he might have spoken.
they told him that he deserved this. that he'd killed the little boy he'd been playing games with. he hadn't meant it... he was barely eight years old, how could he have meant it? he'd run out of tears to cry, uncertain as to what they wanted to do with him - though he had an awful feeling he might never leave this room, or .... he didn't want to think about the other thing.
his shoulders were starting to ache terribly, and he couldn't even find a way to sit back. he was trying his hardest to squirm a little, to get some feeling back into his wrists when he heard a commotion outside, unfamiliar sounds nearby. he grew very still, hunching back from the door as if fearful that they were coming to make his already awful situation much worse.
Saudia had agreed to drop Bennie off for his weekend with his dad. Their arrangement was somewhat unsuaul. They worked together with flexibility. If Gavin was out working, she wouldn't hold that against him, and instead just try to organize a time for them to see each other. She wanted her son to keep a strong relationship with his dad, despite their falling out. Knocking on the door she waited with Bennie. "Did you bring your switch? I'm sure he will play that game with you if you ask him." Looking up as the door opened, she offered a smile. "Hey, you gotta minute? Thought we might look over calendars for a little bit."