#JEEZ - thank god she turns out to be alive

[backjustforberena]

Serena Campbell’s reaction to seeing a soldier with Cameron aka Serena knowing Bernie is hurt.

[bobbyseyesmile]

Come again?

Morgan’s dark eyes followed you around the room as you stopped to pour yourself some more coffee to properly start the day. You ignored him when you sat down at your desk but you couldn’t ignore your best friends huge smile so you looked up from your laptop.

“Okay, what is it?” you asked, directed at Morgan and Emily. Both shared a quick look before their eyes shifted back, right at you.

“New hair, huh?”

You rolled your eyes but got excited; of course your very attentive colleagues would notice but would the very weird nerd across the room notice it as well?

Just when you opened your mouth to give Morgan a sarcastic reply Garcia walked into the room, her eyes cold and concentrated. Uh-oh, this would be a bad case. But as soon as her eyes met you a smile curled around her lips.

“Meow, mama! What’s with the sexy hair? And is that a new top as well- jeez, you look hot!” You felt your cheeks redden but couldn’t hide your amusement. “Thanks… you think it’s too much?”

“Oh sugar, it’s never too much pizazz. In fact, the world lacks it-“ she sighed which made Morgan shook his head while laughing “But! I know you didn’t dress that sexy for me, which makes me, to be honest, a bit sad but I get it.”

“Get what?” you turned your head towards Emily who had her eyebrows raised. “You got dressed up for someone in the office?!”

“Of course she did…” Morgan smirked “Should have known. So, tell us, who’s the lucky fella?”

Garcia giggled. “World best profilers in this room and you don’t know??” You turned red again and jumped from your seat. “Shouldn’t we discuss the new case? I bet Hotch is already waiting for us.” You gathered some papers and walked away, ignoring their snickering in the background.

“That woman is mysterious.” Morgan whispered but turned his head when Garcia put a hand on his shoulder. “Oh not at all, my love. That woman is just madly in love.” The quirky blonde turned her head and the friends followed her glance to the curly-haired man across the room.

“Seriously?” a small snort escaped the black man “It’s Reid?”

Spencer walked into the circled office when he noticed all eyes on him. Well, not all eyes because yours were fixed on the file in front of you. You didn’t even look up for a second and it gave him a bitter taste in his mouth. You hated him, he was sure… or maybe it wasn’t hate but surely a strong dislike of some sort.

You always turned red when he made a joke or the one time he complimented your hair- you must have been so angry with him, why else turn red?

“Hey wonder boy, we’ve waited.” Morgan turned in his chair and gave him a cheeky smile which Spencer tried to dismiss. “Sorry, I got lost. I’m currently reading Finnegans Wake again; my bookclub decided to study the consciousness writing style as well as the abandonment of narrative conventions to determine-“

“I’m sorry-“ Morgan raised his hands “I’ll never criticise you again but please for the love of all good, stop talking.”

Spencer noticed the way your fingers trembled against the papers. Great, he did it again. He bored you.

“Why study a book that’s literally so complicated that the general public didn’t even read it?” Emily asked and Spencer opened his mouth but was interrupted by Hotch.

“LA needs us-“ he clicked on the small remote control and a series of gruesome pictures filled the screen “They got an Unsub who hunts young women for their hearts. He cuts them out while they’re still alive.”

“Cuts them out? Dear god….” JJ mumbled but that wasn’t even the worst part.

“The coroner determined that he uses a dull knife. These women lived through the whole ordeal.”

Two days later and the team already presented a profile but couldn’t find a viable suspect so the mission continued into nowhere until Hotch came up with a plan.

“Y/N?” he asked and you looked up “Please come see me.” You walked in the small office and closed the doors as your boss presented you with his idea on how to catch this Unsub. The small hairs on your back stood up but you did exactly what Hotch thought you would: You accepted.

“So, did I get this right? We use Y/N as bait for this guy?” Morgan asked once again and you nodded.

“I’m his type. This will work.” Your voice was a bit shaky but you were still determined to stop this utter psychopath.

“Excuse me but we’re dealing here with a deranged psychopath who’s most likely a cannibal and you want Y/N near him?!” It was the first time that Spencer Reid lost his cool in front of Hotch and questioned his very decisions.

“He’s not going to hurt her, Reid-“

“Yeah, he better not.” the younger huffed “This is bullshit.”

“Spencer-“ you said softly and touched his arm “We need to catch this guy, you said it yourself how dangerous he is.”

“Catching him is not worth to put you in immediate danger.” he shook your hand away and angrily ran his fingers through his hair.

“We leave in ten minutes.” Hotch mumbled before getting up and signalling the others to leave you two alone.

“Spence-“ you tried again but he shook his head. “There has to be another way.”

“Of course there could be another way but this is the fastest. No other young woman should die.”

“You don’t understand” His voice was shaky and he let out a small laugh “I can’t lose you.” Spencer noticed your reddened cheeks and sighed. “Doesn’t matter how angry you get and how much you hate me but-“

“Woah, Spencer, hold up. What do you mean?”

“I know you’re always angry at me and usually I try to ignore it or, or I don’t know, blame it on my weird nature but this? I can’t let you do this.”

“I’m never angry with you, what are you talking about?” You raised your eyebrows in confusion and it made him stop in his tracks.

“You know, the reddened cheeks, your flared nostrils and always looking at the ground when I’m talking. Those are clear signs of hate or disgust.”

“For someone that smart you are pretty dense, Dr. Reid.” you gave him a soft smile and he looked at you in confusion. “Spencer, I like you. A lot. What you’re describing is me being shy and embarrassed.”

“Come again?” he asked and you took a step in his direction.

“I like you, dumbass.”

Spencer was frozen when he felt your lips on his own. You liked him? The moment he felt you withdraw, his hands were on your hips, stopping you. He felt you smiling against his lips and he smiled back. „Guess I need some profiling tipps, huh?“

„I can help with that.“

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[sunnitheapollokid]

🌻┊ ⊹ •*⁀➷ LEO’S SUNSHINE

leo valdez x daughter of apollo oneshot / blurb!

📬 sunni’s notes : okay but like. if esperanza was still alive she would absolutely adore leo’s s/o. i feel like she’d be one of those mother-in-laws where if leo fucked up and you two would argue, she’d ask leo a “what’d you do this time?” question. — also, thank you so much for the love on strawberries ‘nd allergies!!! kisses! okay i’ll stop talking now

🎨 warnings : ESPERANZA MENTION!!! (dont cry guys)

“mi vida, you’ll look beautiful in anything.” he spoke, letting his body lean against the door frame of her bedroom. his voice completely passed through her ears like it was nothing, “oh but leo! this is the first time i’m meeting them!”

she groaned, throwing clothes in the air in hopes to find her missing earring, sending the apollo cabin in a mess. not like it already wasn’t that much of a mess with the music sheets and the dried up paint on the floor. “jeez — where’s my earring?!” she yelled. the curly-head let out a laugh watching her panic in a hurry.

leo wore a white button up and just some regular black pants for the formal gathering. (name) was still in her pajamas. it was a little strange to (name) to find leo in clean clothes, and not the ones that are covered in grease.

“oh. i got it.” he snapped his fingers, like a light bulb had lighten up above him. “my earring?!” she exclaimed with a smile. “no girasol, what you’re going to wear.” he walked towards her and pinched her nose.

—

they walked together to cabin nine, (name) now out of her pajamas and in her camp clothes — the regular orange shirt and her brown khaki shorts.

leo opened the door to the cabin, his siblings cooing at his neat attire. “yeah you guys like?” he asked with a smug smile, turning to show the back, slapping his own ass.

the cabin echoed with laughter, (name) chuckled, rolling her eyes. “hey (name).” they greeted, once the [short/long] haired came into the frame. “hi guys!!” she smiled. leo pulled her into his corner of the cabin, “close your eyes sunshine.”

(name) obliged, closing her eyes, her hand still in his. leo’s hands were warm, but surprisingly, being the daughter of the god of the sun, her hands were unusually really cold. it was the perfect pair.

leo opened his closet with the other hand, “open them.” he spoke softly. (name) opened her eyes to see leo hold up a long yellow strapless dress, hemmed at the bottom were sunflowers. “leo..” she breathed, speechless.

“how—?” she asked. leo smiled, “my mom.. tailored for a bit. she didn’t use her hands for just mechanics.” leo’s mom was a hard subject for him, but (name) had told him he never had to talk about it. but if he ever needed to, she was there for him.

though, based on the short stories he’d tell her about his mom, she was a kind soul, as much of a great builder she was. and of course, an amazing mom over all.

“she told me she had a vision in a dream about a girl. a girl that illuminated sunshine, who would you know.. love me.” he handed her the dress, kissing her forehead softly. she averted her gaze to leo’s eyes. she could feel the tears swell up.

she took the dress, it was incredibly soft. on the side, was a white tag. written there were esperanza valdez’ words.

“for my leo’s sunshine.” with a yellow heart beside it. her breath hitched, leo embraced her. his button up getting all wet from the girl’s tears. “it’s beautiful leo.” she whispered. “a beautiful dress for a beautiful girl, no?” he pulled away, his hands glued to her hips.

they shared a laugh. “OH HEY IT’S YOUR EARRING!” leo yelled, picking up the earring from his bed. “how did that get there?” she asked. “oh, you see that piece, it broke off so i fixed it in secret. i totally forgot.” guess leo’s adhd had gotten the best of him yet again.

“oh leo..”

[the-rio-grande-duran]

⚡️

Lisa Frankenstein x Creature

Summary: Creature get's his turn with the back massager. This is a little different from the og concept but I hope you guys like it!

18+ Smut Under the cut

Lisa was speechless. Not in just a heady post orgasm way either although, holy shit. Like, why was he so good at that anyway? Did he practice? Do vibrators feel good on guys? Is that a thing? Suddenly the confidence she’d been gaining vanished as she remembered how woefully inexperienced she was at this. What are you even supposed to say to someone who made you cum. Can’t say thank you, that’d be weird. And just saying goodnight seems rude… 

“ Okay your turn!” 

Lisa had gotten pretty good at interpreting her friends noises by now but this particular choked garble was new. His face though. That was easier to read full of shock and something deeper she didn’t recognize. She laughed in an attempt to diffuse the tension but it sounding even worse than his choking sound. 

“ It’s cool friends help friends. I’m not gonna just leave a friend hanging ya know?” , Jesus why is she saying friend so much.  “ Like I know blue balls is bullshit cause Taffy told me but if you wanted to I could I mean we could…”

Lisa trailed off. She felt more on display than when she was screaming at the top of her lungs. And it didn’t help that he was staring. He was always staring at her. Like she was doing something both fascinating and confusing. And he was still holding the massager. Gripping it hard like a lifeline in a storm. 

“ Easy there you might break it”, Lisa teased taking it from his hands. It was warm covered in her slick. A sight she felt strangely proud of as she looked at it. “ Need to clean it before you use it though.” Like with his tongue. Lisa dropped the toy like she’d been shocked. “ Um actually how but just an old fashioned back rub huh?”, moving behind him quickly. His skin was cold even beneath the pajama shirt. Muscles tight and stiff from years of disuse. Plus a few weeks cramped in a closet. 

“Jeez you really do need a massage”. He sighed contentedly in response. Lisa worked diligently as she could before admitting defeat. “ Ok I can’t- you just you have to take your shirt off.” Lisa worried the poor boy’s neck would snap with the speed he turned to meet her eye. “ Oh what now you’re shy? You weren’t shy when you were, you know. But if you want me stop-” 

Lisa inhaled his damp earthen smell as the shirt was thrown in her face. Wasn’t dirt supposed to smell bad? It didn’t. It smelled like the forest after the rain. Like a a sky that had cleared just for her. She was taking to long to take the shirt off her head.  

Huh.

Well, it wasn’t like Lisa hadn’t seen shirtless boys before. She’d been to to a pool for God’s sake. But seeing a shirtless boy and having a shirtless boy in her bed. Well that was very different. 

He was full of scars. Some were red the only part of his skin that really looked alive. Others were dark and deep a few even looked like they were still open ready to bleed. But most of them were pale hard to even differentiate from the rest of him except by touch. Lisa felt the slight raise of them beneath her fingers. 

“Do they hurt?” His head tilted from side to side like he wasn’t sure. “Well tell me if I’m hurting you cause that’s kinda the opposite of what I’m going for here.”  His nod is accompanied buy an exhale through the nose. “ Don’t laugh! I’m trying really hard.” He raised his hands in a pacifying gesture letting her continue.  

“ I didn’t realize how fun touching someone would be. When I imagined it I always just kinda assumed the guy would be in control,”  Lisa mused. She felt him tense under him at this. “C’mon man, it’s 1989 you can’t get grossed out by a woman being in charge.” , Lisa said crossing her arms. He looked at her then even going so far as to turn around. “What?” He took her by the shoulders then looking even deeper in her eyes. “ Oh! Really? Well that’s, that’s very progressive of you.” He shrugged nonchalantly but his smile looked deeply self satisfied. 

“Does that mean I can boss you around?” His brow rose playfully as if say, you already do. Lisa’s laugh was genuine this time her confidence returning. He did kind of just let her do whatever she wants. It was freeing to not have to listen to whatever crap people thought was good for her. To get to decide. And not just for herself for someone else. Someone who looked at her like he did. Like he would be grateful for whatever she did. Like she was a fucking gift.

“Lean back.” He followed immediately, instinctually eyes never leaving hers. He had such pretty eyes dark brown with those long lashes. She wanted to touch them. His breath caught as Lisa gently grazed each lash with her thumb. She touched his cheek next it was softer than his back. No scars. 

“Open your mouth.” He was slower at this request. Nervous. Lisa traced small circles as she waited. She wouldn’t rush him. He gasped as his lips parted. Soft enough she didn’t even hear it, just felt it tickle her skin. “Good boy.” Her thumb skated on his bottom lip causing him to grip the sheet in response. Lisa couldn’t help but giggle at how easy he was to fluster. Beneath her thumb his lip jutted out poutyly. 

“Sorry! I’m not laughing at you. It’s just it can’t feel that good I’m barely touching you!” He scoffed in obvious disagreement. “I just wanna make sure you can handle it if I keep going.” His nod was adorably eager. He really would do whatever she wanted.  

Lisa leaned in giving him a soft kiss before biting down on thespace where neck meets shoulder. Smiling to herself as she heard him moan in earnest. Deeper and needier than his little gasps from before. She bit his chest next not even bothering with a kiss first. Just teeth. She was trying not to break the skin but wondered vaguely if he’d even mind. Looking at his face she didn’t think so. Eyes closed, head thrown back as he arched into her. Disappointed didn’t quite cover the look on his face as she pulled away. 

“Sorry I just I need it to be my turn again.” She said grabbing his hand. Lisa shivered as ice cold fingers slipped beyond the waistband of her unnderwear. He looked for permission before moving any further. Lisa guided one of his fingers inside her in response. She already felt fuller than she ever had before with just one finger. She reached for him. Gripping his shoulder hard enough to leave marks. 

“More.” The finger inside her curled as he pushed another inside her. Lisa tried not to scream. Shoving her palm in to her mouth to stifle herself. He moved then so slow it made her want to cry. “ Faster. Please.” It was still too slow so Lisa started grinding down desperately. Panting as she used his fingers. 

His other hand found her clit unbidden. Tentative and curious as Lisa moved even faster. “Yes yes” Adam’s movements were slow. A delicious contrast to Lisa’s pace and she knew she wouldn’t last much longer. She grabbed his chin looking at him.  “ You’ll let me do this again won’t you?” Nod.

“Good, I think you’re my new favorite toy”

[nightraiderwrites]

The Happier Ending.

False enters home a little lost. Not physically- she has an excellent sense of direction- but emotionally. She should tie up all her loose ends, right?

The house is quiet when she walks in. Recipe books line the shelves, dirty dishes sit in the sink. A wooden pencil grip sits on the coffee table in their living room. Fading candles light the dying Christmas tree in the corner of their living room.

Pix, Pearl and Tango are asleep in their rooms. The living room is filled only with her breathing.

Pearl’s statues cast flickering shadows in the gasping light of candles. False watches as they dance across the walls, claiming the light as they prance. They almost look alive, as if trying to grasp life like it’s theirs.

Her comm sits in her inventory. The copper casing is beaten, and almost broken. Gears are soldered along the edge, and her name is carved in shaky handwriting. She is afraid to take it out.

False does it anyway.

“Hey, Tango,” she starts, hitting the record button. “Um, I know you're going to be mad, and I'm sorry. I can't do anything else, y'know?” She sucks in a breath. What is she doing? “God. God. What am I supposed to say?”  I asked him to kill me first, before you. To- hang on.”

She hears footsteps coming up the stairs. “Tango?” she asks. “ Why're you up?” He freezes in place, and fumbles his communicator out. There’s a moment of pause as he types in the dark. “...Why are you up?” reads out the text to speech voice.

False laughs quietly. “Because I can be,” she replies. He raises an eyebrow. In the dark, the candles cast an ominous shadow over face, leaving his eyes to glow red in the dark. “Okay, okay,” she says. “I was going out to the Temple. I needed to take a moment to pray to the Light for guidance.”

“You're welcome to join me.” Tango looks down, typing on his comm. “I'm going to stay inside. I'll make you some more handwriting sheets,” says the robotic voice. “Oh!” False replies. “Thank you.”

He types again, and presses enter. “Good night, Falsie.” She smiles at him. “Good night, Tango.”

Tango walks away, climbing back down the stairs.

False sniffles, and turns back to her comm.

“Okay, you're gone. Yeah, um. I just want to keep you safe.” She exhales. “I can't do anything else. I love you. I love you. I love you. Don't-” Her hand is shaking. Her chest hurts. “Jeez, this is hard. This is difficult. I know this is selfish of me.” This is the most selfish thing she’s done.

“Please forgive me. Please don't hate me. I- ack. I wish I had more time. Um, keep yourself safe. Stay happy. I-” Her voice cracks, before her last word. “Bye.”

She hits stop. Breathes. Tries not to cry. False takes a handwriting sheet and flips it over, grasping a pencil shakily. Fr ToGgo, she writes, then crosses it out. Four TongO, she spells. Her scrawl is messy and all over the page. False closes her eyes, and remembers Gem’s hand correcting hers, Lizzie’s laugh, Pix’s kind words on the page, Pearl’s coffee and Tango’s smile.

She tries again. Fore toGnO. Somehow, she thinks it's wrong, but no one is here to correct her.

~

False’s boots crunch in the snow, [The Sun] warm in her grasp. She’s left her other swords at home, because [The Cog] no longer fits in her hand, [The Compass] no longer points North and [The Vengeance] has been put aside for something far more important.

She enters the Temple of Light, and bathes in the warmth. The mural seems a little dull, and the altar a little colder. Two candles sit on it, almost ready to be replaced.

False bows to the altar, and kneels. “Good evening, your majesty,” says the Soldier of the Sun. “Are you well?” The altar, of course, does not reply. But the candles seem to flicker in response, so False smiles, a little.

“Did I do the right thing?” she asks the candles. “Should I have asked?” No response. The candles keep swaying in the evening breeze. “Forgive me,” the Soldier says. “Forgive me. I know no other way to keep moving forward.”

She lays [The Sun] in front of her, parallel to the stairs, and presses her forehead to the floor. “Forgive me,” she says again. “Have mercy on my soul.” 

The Soldier prays at the Temple for as long as she can.

Footsteps crunch in the snow behind her. The Soldier recognises the steady gait of her companion. She rises from her position, and turns to smile at him.

“Tango?” False says. He looks dazed, eyes out of focus. His mouth opens, and closes. She smiles softly at him. “You should go back to the house.” Tango’s head shakes violently. He does not move from out of the doorway.

“You’re welcome to pray with me, if you wish,” False says. Outside, the snow falls harder and harder. Wind howls, shaking the foundation of the Temple. “Tango?” He blinks, and steps shakily forward, trailing snow behind him.

Something is wrong. She can feel it. His movements are stiff, his steps stilted. The Soldier’s hand creeps towards [The Sun], lightly grasping the hilt. He keeps moving towards her. The Shield walks across the room, his movements unnatural and jerky.

Her hand is on her sword. She stands, slowly. His hands are empty. He walks until they are face to face.

The Soldier looks into The Shield’s eyes. They are blank, looking past her, into her past, maybe. His hand reaches up and covers hers.

“Tango?” False says. Her heart thunders in her ears, pulse going wild. He breathes shakily.

With speed and strength that False didn’t know Tango possessed, he rips [The Sun] from her grasp. She stumbles backwards onto the stairs as he points it at her chest. He walks forward, applying more and more pressure as she scrambles up the stairs.

“Tango-” she gasps out. She automatically goes for another sword, hoping to grasp [The Cog] or [The Compass], but her hands ghost over empty space. Right. They’re waiting at home.

The Shield that lied pushes [The Sun] into The Soldier’s sternum. Her hands flail to grip the blade, to try and stop it, but it only cuts her palms. It goes all the way in, chipping into the stairs behind her.

Blood pours from her mouth, trickling warmly down her chin and spilling from her hands. “Ha,” she says weakly. “Didn’t think it’d be you.” His eyes clear, and he releases the hilt. He kneels beside her, trying to frantically stop the bleeding.

She breathes hard, needles of pain stabbing into her lungs. False’s breathing becomes labored, oxygen struggling its way in and out of her lungs. Red stains the golden blade. “It was… foolish… of me to… trust…” she gasps out, leaning forward.

Her hands reach out, to the man with a look of horror on his face. His hands meet hers, instantly sharing their redness. Silent sobbing shakes his shoulders, sending earthquakes into False’s dying body. Tango’s mouth moves noiselessly, begging useless cries for help from the universe.

Blood splatters as she coughs. No longer able to support herself, she falls forward. False does not expect to be caught, but his arms are the protection between her and the cold stone floor.

Tears trickle from his cheeks as False looks up from his arms. She reaches a hand, still bleeding to wipe them away. Red stains his cheeks where her fingers brush skin.

False searches his face for some malice, some ill-will with slowly fading vision. The only things she finds are regret, sorrow and horror.

“It,” she starts, struggling for breath. “Ha, it wasn’t your fault, was it?” He shakes his head. His words are still stuck in his throat. “You were just… a weapon.” False breathes out, hand resting on the blade in her chest. “Like me.”

Tango mouths no, over and over. No words escape his lips. “It’s alright,” she gasps out. It’s warm, in his arms. It reminds her of better times, curled up on the couch together. “You could… never hurt me.”

His grip tightens on her hand. The edges of her lips curl up in a weak smile. “Maybe…” False starts. “In another life… another time…” Her breath slows down. It’s getting harder to breathe.

Tango’s hair is sharpening and blurring intermittently. She can see the bad dye job washing out, and the tears filling his eyes.

“I would… have… liked to see… you go home…” Someone stands over them, smiling at her. Her green eyes sparkle unnaturally. A man, with a rugged brown beard, holds a shield. He stands on her right. “Tango,” False whispers. Tears prick her eyes. It really hurts to breathe. “Tango, I’m scared.”

He rocks back and forth, in what is probably meant to be a soothing action. It only makes the sword in her chest swing. A chill pools in her chest. “Tango,” False manages. “It’s so cold. I…” There’s no feeling in her legs. Cold crawls up her body.

She smiles tiredly, soothingly, lovingly, one last time. “I’ll see you again, Tango…”

The Soldier of the Sun squeezes once, twice. Her light goes out before she can squeeze again.

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Well, wasn’t that a twist?

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[Falsesymmetry was slain by Tango using [The Sun]]

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Haha, isn't that fun?

(Based off a game of mafia I played with my friends)

[pesterloglog]

Arquiusprite, Jane Crocker, Roxy Lalonde, John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Rosesprite, Jaspersprite

Act 6, page 7583-7588

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Abra cafiddling dabra you silly shootnerds

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> My e%ceedingly STRONG work as the party's premier bodybuilding hacker is done

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Off I go

JANE: ...

ROXY: JANE!!!!!

ROXY: ur wake!

JANE: Roxy?????

JANE: U'r alive!

JANE: Er, you're!

ROXY: so are you!

ROXY: you were dead last time i saw you and also before i found u sleepin here but now ur awake and also alive!

JANE: Yeah!

JANE: You were dead too, because I...

JANE: But now you're??

JANE: Oh god, Roxy, I'm so sorry I,

JANE: I wasn't thinking straight when...

JANE: Please forgive me. :(

ROXY: aw janey you dont gotta worry about whatever sad incident that frowns about

ROXY: thats all water under a bridge from a reality i got no recollection of and therefore dont matter at all

ROXY: by which i mean......

ROXY: this reality here, so ok the reality is still KIND of relevant because we are literally inside of it atm

ROXY: but im new here!

ROXY: i came over to keep being roxy since the old one died or whatever thru hecka debacles

JANE: That... is quite an explanation!

JANE: Jeez, I missed you.

ROXY: cmere u extravagant bitch!!!

JANE: Hahah!

JANE: (Wait... what?)

JOHN: the hug pile doesn't stop from getting taller.

ROSE: ?

JOHN: the hug pile! there are more hugs, rose.

ROSE: I can see the hugs. I don't understand the pile thing.

JOHN: oh. don't you remember?

JOHN: a funny quote from one of dave's old comics!

ROSE: Ah. Yes, vaguely.

ROSE: It's been a long journey, John.

ROSE: I believe one of the most valuable lessons that comes with growing up is gaining the wisdom that gently informs you when it's time to retire a meme.

JOHN: heh...

JOHN: i guess i never earned that handy badge, or whatever.

JOHN: i like this, though. every time someone wakes up, or pops out of nowhere, it's fun times all over again.

JOHN: i feel like i should be playing reunion bingo.

JOHN: who will be next??

JOHN: my money is on the long awaited and insanely poignant reunion between me and casey the salamander.

ROSE: Surely you mean the dear Viceroy Bubbles Von Salamancer, right?

ROSE: And instead of you, you mean me.

ROSE: That's when the real tears will flow.

JOHN: what do you think she's up to?

ROSE: He.

JOHN: no, she is my beautiful daughter. :p

ROSESPRITE: Something tells me the good Viceroy has been busy.

ROSE: Oh?

ROSESPRITE: I sense he's been... scheming.

ROSESPRITE: Plotting.

ROSESPRITE: Biding his time.

ROSESPRITE: Accruing dark legions.

ROSE: That sure is a thing that would be dumb, if true.

ROSESPRITE: Yeah.

JOHN: hi nanna!

JOHN: jane, i mean.

JOHN: sorry, it's an easy mistake to make, because you're my nanna!

ROXY: lol

ROXY: real smooth shit john

JANE: Hello!

JANE: A pleasure to meet you, John. Or, poppop, as I used to know you.

JOHN: hehe, yeah so i heard!

JANE: You look so...

JANE: Young.

JOHN: thanks!

JOHN: so do you.

JOHN: my nanna, who used to be ashes on my fireplace, regained her old womanly visage when i turned her into a sprite, and she helped me along the way.

JOHN: so nanna is a sprite! did you know that?

JANE: Um... no?

JOHN: i thought you should know that. she's probably around somewhere. i hope you can meet her.

JOHN: oh, also, i'm your son technically. did you know that??

JANE: Yes.

JANE: It is... a pretty strange fact!

JANE: But also pretty cool.

JOHN: yup!

ROXY: ooh jane thats my daughter there say hi to her!!!

JANE: Hi!

ROSE: Hi, John's hot mom.

ROSE: (Aw shit.)

JANE: Haha...?

ROXY: also thats umm ANOTHER version of rose who died and then i buried and a stupid cat unburied her for some reason and prototyped her

ROXY: so say hello to my cool floaty double daughter!

JANE: Hi, Roxy's hot double daughter.

ROSESPRITE: :D

ROSESPRITE: (Rose Prime, I believe you may have just been owned.)

ROSE: (God damn Dave's contagious-ass Freudian boners.)

JANE: Wow, I feel so out of the loop! Sorry if I still seem disoriented from my... nap, I suppose it was?

JANE: Or impromptu troll-coma.

JANE: Roxy, you have to clue me in on what happened here! Where are Dirk and Jake?

JANE: And for that matter, John, where are your other friends? Oh, Jade! Where is she? Is she still asleep?

ROXY: hey janey that is all like a lot of stuff to say and everything goin on here is faaairly complicated and heavily peopled

ROXY: dont worry ill ease you into comprehending shit again ;)

ROXY: well ok cliff notes are: jake fucked off somewhere and dirk recently fucked off BACK here through a window but he left again pretty quick...

ROXY: dave went with dirk at wherever their fucking off too now, i think to get ready for some swords fightin, and yeah jade is still asleep but a coupla trolls lugged her off somewhere safe for now

ROXY: the REST of the junk im still sorting out myself bcs like i said im new to this exact plane of shenanigans

JANE: Yes, you mentioned that.

JANE: I still don't know what you meant by...

JANE: Wait!

JANE: You and John came from another reality, where everything went horribly, right?

ROXY: m-hmmm!

JANE: I just remembered. Really, it's been such a rollercoaster ride for my memory, since I fell asleep.

JANE: Your and John's travels were a critical part of the illustrated story we reconstructed through our memories with Callie.

ROXY: wat!

ROXY: you saw callie in your dreams????

JANE: I did!

ROXY: hoh man

ROXY: how is she!

ROXY: i saw her in a dream a little while ago and we talked about lots of stuff

ROXY: she looked like a troll then

JANE: Yes, her trollsona! She had hers on when I saw her.

JANE: And we had ours on too!

ROXY: :O FUCK

JANE: She seemed to be doing well.

JANE: Nervous, of course, since she was hiding. But we passed the time with our stories.

JANE: It was a lot of fun! I'm so happy I got to meet her.

JANE: I wonder if I'll ever get the chance again?

ROXY: wellll...

ROXY: now that u mention it

ROXY: it IS one of my chief objectives to go lookin for her asap

ROXY: aaand not to be THAT ROGUE n brag all heavy but i MAY be in better touch with my void powers now

ROXY: soo maybe i stand a p good chance of trackin her down?

ROXY: cus i GOT somethin for her

JANE: You do?? What? :B

ROXY: just a lil presie, nbd

JANE: ...

JANE: I see.

ROXY: JK IT IS CRUCIAL FUKKIN BLING JANEY

ROXY: ONE (1) PRICELESS DIGIT DONUT!!!

ROXY: W/ MORE KARATS THAN A RABBIT TOO FAT FOR A HOLE

ROXY: (s'magic to)

JANE: WOW!!!!!!!!!!

JANE: Ahem, so,

JANE: You mean a ring, then.

JOHN: yeah!

JOHN: oh man, that's a great idea roxy.

JOHN: you should try and give it to her as soon as you can!

JOHN: then maybe we can all meet her before we ramp up for this battle?

ROXY: hmm yeh!

ROXY: u think i can do it?

JOHN: sure!

ROSE: I like your chances too.

ROSESPRITE: Same!

JASPERSPRITE: Me too roxy! :3

ROSE: I also have some experience helping people along in the right direction, when it comes to navigating the abyss.

ROSE: Maybe I could assist?

ROXY: yeah maybe!

ROSESPRITE: I'm pretty sure I have experience performing literally the exact same task, in a slightly different context.

ROSESPRITE: So maybe I can double assist?

JOHN: see roxy? everyone thinks you should do it, because they all believe in you.

JANE: That's right!

ROXY: shucks fuckers ._.

ROXY: yall killin me here <3

JASPERSPRITE: Meow im so happy!

ROXY: frigglish u silly bastard whats up?

JASPERSPRITE: Purr purr purr...

JASPERSPRITE: All the humans being so close together and happy and friendly purr purr.

JASPERSPRITE: Its making me really excited and happy too and making me feel like i want to be a part of everything!

JASPERSPRITE: Purr purr and get close to a nearby person and be happy at them with my body purrrr...

ROSESPRITE: Jaspers, what are you...

JASPERSPRITE: I cant help it rose i want to cuddle im feeling so pleased and friendly! :3 :3 :3

ROSESPRITE: Jaspers, no,

ROSESPRITE: No, don't!

ROSESPRITE: JASPERS, NOOOOO!

JASPERSPRITE: :3 purrrrrrr

[wario-speedwagon]

Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid: Chapter 4

Hi ho cheerio, friendos, I got another chapter here for ya! You know the drill, full text under the cut, and hope you enjoy :)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

The hum of the car’s motor filled the silence between a discontented Jack and the short passenger beside him.

“...”

“...”

The young girl’s legs could barely reach past the edge of her car seat, nor did her eye level reach far over the side car window, but she was entranced nonetheless by the passing scenery around her.

Jack had a bad feeling about all this, but what could he do? He was resigned to the position Dave had forced him into.

Fredbear have mercy on that eggplant’s soul the moment Jack next laid his eyes on him.

“...”

Jack thought of striking up some banter, but nothing seemed natural to bring up. She wouldn’t be able to respond verbally anyway.

“...Roll down the window if you want. Handle’s over by you.”

He looked over.

No response from the hypnotized girl.

“...”

He turned his eyes back to the road.

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Jack locked the front door behind them, letting Pruny enter the house before him. She stood there in the middle of his living room, taking in her surroundings with interest.

“Stay here, I’m gonna bring out some blankets.”

He left her to her fascination with the grandfather clock as he headed for his room down the hallway.

As he reached the hallway though, Pruny ran over to catch up to him.

Jack hid a sigh and let her stick to his side.

He entered his room. There was only the one comforter on his bed; and when he checked his closet, he saw it was empty of all but clothes. Relocating so often, he never kept much stuff beyond the stingy necessities.

…Jeez.

He went to the bathroom and pulled some folded towels from under the sink; they’d have to be better than nothing at this rate.

“Here’s the bathroom if you need it by the way.”

But then he stopped and considered:

“Do you– How about this: why don’t you shower up, and I’ll go make us dinner?”

With a moment of consideration, she shyly consented.

“You’re… good on your own, right? Just use the bar soap, dry off when you’re done, put on that new shirt…?”

She nodded.

Thank god.

He started the shower for her.

“Alright, uhh, if you need me– I don’t know, scream at the top of your lungs or something.”

And with her acknowledgement, he closed the bathroom door behind him, leaving her to it.

...And then he collapsed against the hallway wall and sighed out the conflicted tension he’d been ignoring in front of her.

…Fuck…

He stayed against that wall, reviewing his thoughts for a savored minute of privacy.

“...”

But then with a concluding sigh, he finally pushed himself back on his feet.

“Alright… grilled cheese…”

So to the kitchen he went. There’s no way he wouldn’t have the ingredients on hand.

Jack entered the room, and then time suddenly stopped.

“...”

The motherfucker sat there across the kitchen, leaning against the counter, smiling knowingly back at him.

Jack made a mad scramble for his ridiculous neck.

Yet Dave casually intercepted both of his struggling wrists and held them at bay in front of him as he cheerfully greeted:

“Why hello there, old sport!”

“–the FUCK’d you leave her behind with me!?”

“Chillax, pal, I think you’re overreactin’ just a bit.”

“–gonna skin you ALIVE, Aubergine–!”

“Jeez, aren’t you a piece o’ work tonight! Listen, old–”

“–Get out of my house, and take her with you!”

“Oh come on, don’t be fuckin’ stupid! I already told you I ain’t got anywhere to take her to!”

He let go of a slightly less feral Jack.

“‘Sides, look how much she’s warmed up to ya! You really gonna just dump her off outta the blue like that after inviting her into your home!?”

“You’re the one who dumped her off onto me, scumbag!

Now take her and leave, or I walk.”

“Old sport, I don’t understand. Why’re you so sore about this? Don’t tell me you hate Pruny that much?”

“This has nothing to do with her.”

“R-Really? Then why–”

“I’m not taking care of another kid and that’s final.”

“‘–a-another’...?”

Jack winced at his Freudian slip.

“Sportsy, you’re not… a father–?”

“Drop it.

“But–”

“Get your ass off my oven so I can make dinner.”

“S-Sure, but– I already took care o’ that for ya! Least I could do!”

“What.”

“Even set the table and everything!”

Jack turned around to see the table with three plates of dark brown rectangles accompanied by glasses of what he presumed to be tap water.

“Y-You…”

Closer inspection of their “dinner” disconcerted Jack.

“What the hell did you DO to–!? Why Pop-Tarts!?”

“Heh heh! Not bad, eh–”

“–They’re CHARRED!”

“Yeah, ‘xactly!”

“WHAT D’YOU MEAN, ‘XACTLY’!?”

“Everything’s tastiest well-done!”

“Who raised you like this!?”

“Ah, no one in particular! Now quit yer belly-aching and just–”

“No no nosiree, you’re gonna take that so-called ‘dinner’ and go while I make us something that’s actually edible!”

“...Wait, so you– you’ll let her stay then?”

“Leave.”

“Son of a gun, you do have a heart rattlin’ around in there!”

“Tch–!”

Jack threw a Pop-Tart at him in lieu of a retort as he turned around for the fridge.

“Well, alright, if you reeeaallly don’t want me here t’ help out, then I supposed I’ll just be on m–

OH– Pruny, that shirt looks GREAT on you!~”

Jack looked back to see Dave looking down at the wet child who was leaned up against the wall corner in her horribly oversized shirt. Jack feared how long she might have been eavesdropping, although–

“Sw– Sweetie, you need to turn the shower off when you’re done–!”

“...Sweetie.”

Jack resisted the urge to commit a crime of passion as he walked past Dave’s insufferable grin.

(Chapter 5) ->

[wwhatev3r]

for the reactions,, maybe how they react to you blurting out you love them? like totally out of the blue? ty<3

Easy Company Reaction: Blurting Out You Love Them For the First Time

Notes: I’m going to write as if it’s the first time their s/o is saying it. This took my A LOT to write so I'm so sorry! A BIG shout out to my girl @bartons-never-miss because she helped me with some of these. 

– Dick Winters - He walked immediately to you and looked deeply into your eyes. "Do you mean it?" He asks you almost like a whisper, "You know I feel the same. You know I love you." He hugged you and kissed your forehead. 

– Lewis Nixon - Not gonna lie, Lew is a little scared of those words. (Let's blame his ex-wife) His jaw dropped and after some seconds he said: "I-i... you do? You took by surprise but-... I guess I love you too." He was a little dizzy and everything. 

– Carwood Lipton - He just can't wrap his head around the fact that you love him. Those words are a big deal for him so the first time he thinks he misheard you. "Wait, you what?" He's a little stupefied, "Those words mean the world to me due to the fact that I do love you too." 

– Ronald Speirs - Ron was speechless. He never thought about it because he knew you did, I mean this is Ronald Speirs for god sake. So when you said it the first thing he did was pulling you for a kiss, and right after that he told you: “I love you so much.” 

– George Luz -  You are literally making him the happiest man alive the moment you said. He gave you the biggest sunshiny smile you will ever see and immediately pulled you for a kiss. "Sweetheart, I love you so, so, so much!!" He spent the rest of the day smiling, I swear. 

– Joe Liebgott - Completely taken by surprise obviously but in less than a second he gave one of his grins. "You love me?" He asked to get closer to you, "Jeez, you finally said it! I love you more, love." For now on, every time he does something he just teases you. "Yeah, but you love me so..." 

– William “Bill” Guarnere - Literally almost choked on his beer. You said it again and he looked at you with puppy-like eyes. "You love me sweetheart? For real? Oh, I love you so much! You know I do." He literally celebrated all day and told everyone. 

– Joe Toye - Ya tough boy just instantly melts. Those words mean the world to him and I really think he thinks about it for days after you said it. "I-i just love you so much too. Oh, please say it again. I wanna hear you say it again." He just fell more in love with you. 

– Donald Malarkey - This cutie pie is very emotional so he instantly got so happy and for a second you almost see tears. "You love me? Honey... I love you so much, you have no idea." He doesn't hesitate in saying it back every second. 

– Warren “Skip” Muck - He got so excited. He literally jumped out of happiness and got you in his arms. "Do you mean it? Oh my god, I'm completely in love with you." Now he says it for every little thing. "Honey, can you pass me that? Thanks, I love you." 

– Darrel “Shifty” Powers - He had some moments that he thought you didn't love him, I’m not gonna lie. Simply because you still haven’t said it. But the moment you did his cheeks turned red instantly and he held your hands. "You love me? My love, I was so scared that you-... I love you with all my heart." 

– Eugene Roe - He froze in time. His nose turned pink and he blinked a couple of times before speaking. "I'm sorry for taking a little, I was just... I-I love you too." After he said those words I think he realized what just happened and he gave you the most angelic smile. 

– Edward “Babe” Heffron - I felt so confident after you said it, a little nervous too though. "R-really?" He asks you, stuttering and with a big smile, "I-... I love you so goddamn much!" Right after he washed your face with kisses when he pulled for a hug.

– David Webster - He's living his love story! Your words are like waves washing him.  "Oh my god, do you have any idea of how long I have been dreaming of you saying those words? I just love you so much." He even writes a poem about it. 

– Frank Perconte - Oh, ya man was eating so when you told him so he almost choked. "Really? You do? You love me? Because I love you so freaking much!" He was just making sure it was true. "Pinch me now, I'm not joking."

– Denver “Bull” Randleman - He thinks you are the most precious thing in this world, I swear. He stands there and takes his cigar out of his mouth with a kind smile. "I love you two, sweetheart." He says it very simply but you can hear the emotion in his voice.

– Johnny Martin - He looks you dead in the eye. "You what?" After you repeated the same words he tuck your behind your ear still keeping his serious expression and said: "I love you more, you know I always did." 

– Floyd Talbert - Super cocky about it! "I know! I love you too doll-face."  After he said he actually felt the heaviness of the words. "God, I'm in love with you." He repeated to himself.

[emilynightshade89]

OC Interviews

Tagged by @wretched-mischief  ! :D

Wendy McCoy (Daybreakers):

Name?

Wendy Jessamy McCoy

Are you single?

No. I am not. 

Are you happy?

Considering what we’ve all been through these past years? ...  I’d say that I personally have reached a good place where i can for sure say that I’m happy.  

Are you angry?

Angry? No. 

Are your parents still married?

My mother was when she passed. To our stepdad though, my mom remarried after divorcing my biological father, but we don’t talk about him often. 

Birthplace?

Seattle, Washington

Hair color?

Light Brown

Eye color?

Chocolate Brown? Or just Brown.  

Birthday?

March 21st 

Mood?

Great! So far.

Gender?

Female.

Summer or winter?

Summer, although i feel often that i could overheat. 

Morning or afternoon?

Afternoon. I’m not a morning person unless i need to be for some reason. I’m also a night owl. 

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

Are you in love?

Currently, yes!

Who ended your last relationship?

My father...Joseph. He had been bitten and turned into a vampire while serving time in prison. He had found my mother’s address and well...murdered everyone who was there, including my previous fiancee Laverne Bree. 

Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Uhhh in high school yeah. He was the lead singer we got for a band i tried to start up with an old friend of mine back then. He wasn’t a bad kid, i was just uninterested at the time. 

Are you afraid of commitments?

No. Not at all. 

Have you hugged someone within the last week?

Yes! My son Matthew hugged me before he left for school and my husband Lionel just after he had stolen a bite of my toast this morning before he left to work. *laughs* 

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Not that i know of? Perhaps the band singer after i found out he had been crushing on me for months, but he didn’t really keep it secret so... No? 

Have you ever broken your own heart?

Hmmn... Yes. When i found out my brother Jeremy was alive i was bitten in an attack. After i had turned i had to leave him and Lionel to make sure Fowler didn’t find our colony and i did it without knowing if i’d just be killed or used against them. It was hard in the moment because i knew that Lionel had a way to cure me, but i also didn’t know if i’d end up hurting my brother or anyone else before it could be done.    

SIX CHOICES

Love or lust?

Love! 

Lemonade or iced tea?

Iced Tea. 

Cats or dogs?

Both! *laughs* I’ve had both cats and dogs and i love both of them so i can’t really decide. 

A few best friends or many regular friends?

Many isn’t too bad but i think i’d prefer only a few best friends. My closests ones are Gavin and the rest of my old troop because over the years spent together in hiding and building the colony, it really feels like we’ve become more like family over time. 

Wild night out or romantic night in?

Oh man... Romantic night in! It just feels nice that Lionel and i can stay in without doing anything that’s wild and be able to just talk openly with each other and just be us together. 

Day or night?

Night. I’ll stay up often if i have something i want to do or need to finish.    

FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS

Been caught sneaking out?

A few times actually, by my mother thank God. Most the time it was just to hang out with friends and if i told her that she’d sometimes let me go.   

Fallen down/up the stairs?

Yeah! My brother Jeremy laughed at me when i tripped going upstairs once. 

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

Jeez Luis, *laughs* yeah... My first hard crush was Laverne, but at the time i was also questioning things about myself that i later came to accept but God... She was so beautiful, and smart and funny, and i felt like myself around her. I was, to say the least, beyond happy when i found out that she had felt the same for me...  

Wanted to disappear?

Absolutely, yes... The way my father changed during my youth... I really did feel like i had disappeared from his life. Like it didn’t matter what happened to us at all it was suddenly all about him that mattered. His effect on me afterwards though had me in a position where he was all anyone ever knew about me when my mom moved us after the divorce. Especially in school, and i had wanted to disappear from that so that i could get people to see the real me... Nowadays that’s changed thank God but sometimes the feeling does creep back and i just want to hide if i become overwhelmed or have begun to think too much about the things that have troubled me. 

FOUR PREFERENCES

Smile or eyes?

Oh no, both! I’m sorry! *laughs* I just love a good face and that includes the smile and the eyes and fortunately Lionel has both! 

Shorter or taller?

Have you seen me walk into a room? Taller! I know i’m a little lady so i certainly don’t mind a partner that is taller! 

Intelligence or attraction?

Hmn. Both. *laughs and shakes her head* I feel like i’m failing a test! I like both in a partner, i do! *sighs* I like someone who not only looks attractive but is also intelligent enough to have a conversation with that is engaging to both of us. Someone who can stimulate a good conversation and look good doing it.  

Hook-up or relationship?

Relationships, for sure. Hook-ups are fun though! I know i had a few in college but never while in a relationship that’s a no for me. Once i’m taken that’s it.  

FAMILY

Do you and your family get along?

Before the outbreak, i would say things got better between all of us once Jospeh was out of the picture. My parents’ divorce was a longtime coming and my brother was too young to understand some bits, but we always got along with each other when mom was home from her job at the hospital. Once it was just the three of us, we felt like we could breathe and truly become a family, then Travis met mom i admit it kinda threw a wrench into our troop because he was a stranger then and i wasn’t sure if he was a good man who would treat my mom the way she deserved, be able to give my brother the father figure he needed or if he was just going to turn into another possibly more dangerous Joseph. It took time with Travis to feel that he really was a good man and that he cared sincerely about my mom and all of us and to be honest i know i was difficult to get along with at the time because i was also just getting over some serious issues too, but i love him. I love my family so despite the fact that some of them aren’t around anymore, but I have my brother and his girlfriend and my nieces and i also have my family to and i could never have asked for a more better family to get along with. 

Would you say you have a “messed up life”?

Not “life” personally, but definitely a challenging one. My childhood was one thing though...but i’ts not something i’d let define my whole entire life by. 

Have you ever run away from home?

I’ve wanted to, before the divorce, but i always guilted myself out of it for fear of leaving my mother and brother behind. Also, where would i go? I was about 12 anyway.

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

No. Joseph didn’t get the chance, and my mother would never unless it was because of something I had horribly messed up on.  

FRIENDS

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

Of course not! 

Do you consider all of your friends good friends?

Yes, they’re good people and even when we argue we are always there for each other. 

Who is your best friend?

Other than Lionel i would say Ed, Audrey and Parker Hayes. Gavin’s too much of an older brother to me but i would still consider him to be my best friend as well.

Who knows everything about you?

My mother... If not her, then its Lionel Cormac for sure. 

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Thanks! As far as I know you didn't leave any sort of comment on the Vara merch but I did get that ask—I gotta do the one from beckyu before that one tho and you once again gave me a challenge bc I haven't drawn the Axel's aunt yet so I don't even know what she looks like

Me being coded for writing stories comes down to me being able to hyperfixate on something so much that I can spend the entire day and not eat at all and not feel hungry—I usually get yelled at before it gets that far bc I have low blow sugar so it kinda backfires on me

And—

You have given me too much power—

♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️

AH okay time to go reblog it >:)

SVHFDSJ you've got a whole original character to create AFTER writing the thing with them in it that's just amazing FJDJF ALSOOO i'm happy i've picked a challenge yet again >:DDD

oh......thanks for the tutorial! i'll let you know how it goes :D

OH jeez okay DON'T do that- just...take the creative process slow and see if maybe that helps a lil bit? idk i know the power which i have over creative brain is very little but hopefully that's different for you,,,

OH OH OH OH you want to test me? i'm doing all of them.

"(get too close baby) knock on your door, then i" — flowers (the nbhd)

"purpose on a pedestal, looking back at you, look what i have done, look what i can do" — nobody (half-alive) (ty becky i love this song now) (i also like the lil hum right under that line)

"i made sure i held you close to me" — call out my name (the weeknd) (also the second line not the first)

"dancing through the night" OR the last "touch me, yeah. i want you to touch me there. make me feel like i am breathing, make me feel like i am human, again" — a little death (the nbhd)

"don't trust english boys, with far too much free time" — your sister was right (you better know)

ohhh can i do the whole song....? ughhhh i'd do the whole song but if i HAD to choose: "sent my soul on a little vacation, yeah" — cherry flavored (the nbhd)

"house so empty need a centerpiece, 20 racks a table cut from ebony" or the the OR the lil intermission between lines idk what it's called — starboy (the weeknd)

the last "remember what the people said" in all the choruses (if that makes sense) OR "and when they said what i wanted was a figment, i had to turn the other cheek but i was listening" — let it go (the nbhd)

"has melancholy taken you for good?" — sweetie little jean (cage the elephant)

this WHOLE thing lmao — escapism. - sped up (raye, 070 shake)

"now it's three in the mornin' and i'm tryin' to change your mind — why'd you only call me when you're high? (arctic monkeys)

"and the sound when leather jackets hit the floor. you should hear when you're not around, when it's just us horny poets who can't wait to write it down" — not allowed (tv girl) (idk why i like it sm, the lyrics specifically are just cool)

"i can't wait til the drought is over" — cry baby (the nbhd)

"if you didn't go and fall in love, and ruin everything — losing face (wil ofc) (i like this line specifically bc it reminds me of the demo and that is DEFINITELY one of my favorite wilbur lines)

"maybe it's a blessing in disguise (i see myself in you), i see your reflection in my eyes" — reflections (the nbhd)

"the hardest place to be is right where you are" — arrow (half-alive) (half-alive's choruses are always bomb af)

(i'll let you know right here that i am tired of going through lyrics but i'm still gonna do it because i want you to know i am MISREADING this ask and am GOING TO DO ALL 19 INFINITY EMOJIS because MY HUMOR IS MESSED UP and THIS IS WHAT I FIND FUNNY LMFAO)

"running in circles now look what you've done (woo), give you my word as you take it and run — friends (chase atlantic)

"no one deserves you yeah you're mine, only with you i feel alive. if you leave me here i'll die, i need you to stay" — stay (ari abdul)

"what's the point of all the noise if we can't hear each other?" or the lil rap — girls & boys (jesse®)

OH MY GOD I AM SO TIRED OF THIS FINALLY I AM AT 19 LMAO

DO NOT QUESTION ME AGAIN AND ALSO THE ASK GAME IS OFF I'M NOT REMINDING ANYONE ELSE TO SEND ME AN INFINITY I AM TIRED AS HELL 😭 /lh /nm/nmay

[shimmershae]

So.  I slogged through TWD Episode 17-Lockdown and, you know me, I had some thoughts.

I always have thoughts.  They’re not always coherent, but they’re definitely there. ��

Look behind the cut if you’re interested in skimming through them.  

Slogged is definitely the word I meant to use because it took me almost 3 hours to consume this episode--I kept getting up and leaving to do other, more interesting things (blasphemous in the TWD fan days of old, the only way to keep my sanity in these trying times).  

But like I said, I slogged through it and all I could think about afterward was thank God I didn’t pay AMC any money for this.  

Shae’s stream of consciousness thoughts incoming in 3-2-1.  

So finally, finally they are giving us some connection to the past, playing up on our nostalgia with Judith’s voiceover and the flashbacks.  

IMHO, they should have included flashbacks of Lori in there since, you know, she’s kind of one of the biggest reasons why Judith is alive at this point and able to hear these stories.  Like why is she hearing stories about Shane’s descent into madness and not stories about the mama that sacrificed her life for her?  I mean, did I miss it or do they continue to do the most to erase Lori from the fabric of baby girl’s DNA?  

That said?  Carol and Lydia at the cliff!  My forever bruised heart!

Oh lawd, more Daryl and Maggie. I can already tell this episode is going to be lacking because they are BORING AF together.  Like there is just ZERO energy between them.  

I love how Aaron says “Carol’s there” when Gabe worries about Hornsby going after their people/families.  My girl is Team Family’s one woman protection squad.  

You know I’m proud AF but also?  I cry.  Because who’s looking out for her?  After the way so many of them seemed to turn on her last season, it doesn’t feel like they have her back back, you know?  

Negan and Annie would be kind of sweet if they weren’t basically one of those mug cakes that you throw in a few ingredients and toss in the microwave for 30 seconds.  Oh and if there weren’t actual good people still struggling to find their own happiness when this “reformed” murderer is basically getting to play house.

Negan really using that nasty ass Whisperer mask as the centerpiece to his entire wardrobe whenever he has “date night” has me simultaneously cringing and laughing because yuck.  And also?  Wonder if Annie’s like “Eww, didn’t I throw that out with the trash last week?”  

I hate how my Denny Duquette crushing days rear their head at the most inopportune times.  Like here I am, fighting against finding any redeeming quality in this butt abscess of a human being and I remember how charming Denny was and I’m like, fuckkkkkk.  Let’s not even get into JDM fanning the flames of the hellscape that is fandom since AMC decided to insert its head so far up its ass I can see Scott Gimple’s bolo tie dangling between Chris Hardwick’s teeth whenever he opens his mouth and just glides over the spinoff debacle with 101 questions about Princess and Mercer and Judith’s hairstyle like it’s nothing.  

Daryl and Negan tag-teaming it will never not make me go WTF.  Like the ways in which TWD has contorted these characters to keep that fucker alive would be impressive in some kind of alternate universe where people weren’t such assholes about a woman mourning her murdered son and seeking vengeance and ultimately the protection of her people in a two birds, one stone kind of way.    

Those Walkers ripping out those guts like people down at Disney during free dining (RIP) going ham after buffet snow crab legs.  

·AMC lying even in its opening credits because Melissa McBride and Christain Serratos been glorified guest stars this season and they’re 2nd and 4th billed.  

Oh look, they decided to put all 99 members of the cast in the opening. Cool, cool.  Too bad only about 4 of them have had any appreciable screen time this season.  

The comic style opening is cool and all but the original opening hit way harder.

Lance losing his shit in that suit is sending me.  

Don’t they know they’re wasting a precious commodity in the ZA—fuel. Jeez.  

Wow!  Yumiko lives!  Magna too.

You know Negan wants to comment on the pumpkin suit.  I mean, that twinkle in JDM’s eyes is on point.  He’s having to forcibly restrain his lesser angels (actually devils, but eh), lol.

Negan’s in is April?  Guess she’s dead so she can’t refute his story. Makes sense.  If I hadn’t rewatched the 2 minutes of that episode where Carol and Daryl awkwardly make a date and Carol comes to save her Pookie’s bacon recently I wouldn’t have remembered who TF she was though.  

Carol!!!  How is it possible she gets ever more beautiful every time we see her on our screens?  Granted, AMC is doing the most to see how that absence makes the heart grow fonder thing works out.  

 Fuck TWD having her play babysitter.  I know she’s been working things undercover and I know I’ve been salivating over Aunt Carol/Judith scenes for literal years but damn them for doing it this way.  

Seriously.  I hate how now they’re doing more than implying Carol has a relationship with these kids.  You know, conveniently sidelining her from the action.  They’ve been employing this same tactic for years.  Remember when they kept her from Negan’s lineup (my only consolation is she was spared that trauma) by shipping her off to the circus that was the Kingdom?  

That’s it!  Daryl’s solo spinoff is about him going back in time to that silly Ren Faire and showing his girl why she belongs with him and not some man who would self-appoint himself King.  

I kid.  I think.  Let’s move on from that farce, shall we?  

I do like, however, that Daryl and Aaron know their kids (because let’s face it, Daryl’s had more time playing daddy to those kids than Rick ever got the chance to) are safest WITH Carol. Takes the wind out of the sails of the old and tired mantra of the haters that Rick never trusted Carol with his kids.  Feels kind of like a fuck you, haters to me, lol.

Fake Stephanie and that other person I can’t remember the name of—hmm, guess they weren’t all that memorable. The hell are they doing coming in on Carol’s (Daryl’s?) apartment that way?  

You know.  I love the implication that Carol has been in that apartment enough that she’s super comfortable and knowledgeable about the whereabouts of everything but like, would it have killed this damn show to actually SHOW us Carol and Daryl slouching on a couch together instead of taking another whack at the dead horse that is Carol’s failed marriage with the petting zoo keeper?  Would it have?  Really?  

Poor babies be pretty skilled at that quiet game.  Especially RJ.  ; )

“Where is Carol?”  

Negan, Man.  We been asking that same question the whole damn season.

Carol’s always right, lol. We been knew.  Now we just got to convince the haters to accept that IN CAROL? EVERYBODY TRUSTS.  Actually, we don’t.  Because haters gonna hate.  Sure would be nice though.  

Carol’s been planning for things to go to hell from word go.  Sending the babies to an attic safe space?  Stocking it with supplies?  

Oh look. They remembered Yumiko and Magna used to know each other.  

They should have used Magna more in this class struggle in CW.  Given us more scenes showing her struggles instead of Eugene getting his groove on.  

Lockdown?  Hmm.  Oh damn.  Just remembered that’s the name of the episode.  My bad.  

The hell did all those Walkers come from?  Thought I was watching a different show for a second.  I mean, I know my attention’s wandered quite a bit but still.  

So Pamela releases “swarms” of Walkers on her citizens whenever she’s feeling some heat?  Sounds like something, eh, nevermind.  At least that’s the impression I got.  

Negan talking to Carol like they’re friends.  Look. I hate the hoops they’ve jumped through to keep him alive and relevant but I love the scenes he shares with Carol, lol.  I realize there are some double standards at work here but they fascinate me because he respects the absolute shit out of her (AS HE SHOULD) and MMB/JDM have their own kind of magnetism at play.  

Ya’ll already know all these Maggie/Daryl scenes are flatlining my interest levels but can you imagine if Daryl wasn’t there at all with her?  Because I think I honestly would end up wearing my thumb out on the FF button. Like no offense to LC at all but she needs somebody dynamic or in direct opposition to her character to come alive because Maggie is too straight line A to B, black and white, what have you.  They’ve muddied her up some this season but keep drawing the line at letting her really lean into the shades of gray because they want to keep her “heroine” persona intact. Guess it’s much easier for simple-minded folks to hate on Carol.  Besides. MMB is much better at selling her character’s layers.  

“I know that Leah meant something to you.”  Bitch, please.  Not as much as LCol hoped but I guess we’re supposed to at least pretend that whole waste of time Reapers storyline served some kind of purpose or had some miniscule impact.  

Daryl looking out for Maggie because of Glenn.  Now that actually tracks.  

Little dude that plays RJ can’t even sell that he’s terrified for his life.  He ain’t even breathing fast.  Kid’s stone cold.  As in dead and unable to portray human emotion.  Flare some nostrils.  Something.  Damn.  His parents putting back the money he’s getting from this show for his college fund though so kudos.  Plus, he’s a cute little boo so.  He still winning at life.  

Oh goodie.  Another trip through some sewers.  Aren’t they worried the CW is going to smell them coming?  

How shitty, literally, would it be to spend your eternity in a shit tunnel?  

OFC, Carol sniffed out Sebastian.

“I have seen her pull little bunnies right out of her ass with my very own two eyes.”  LOL.  But also?  Eww.  What ya’ll wanna bet Gimple sits at his laptop gleefully rubbing his hands together as he thinks up Negan’s dialogue and it’s always the most cringe ever.  Like there’s a distinct difference between the shit that has come out of his mouth this season versus last season.  And it’s not like he was weaving sonnets but his words weren’t full body cringe inducing either.  Dare I say it, they had more nuance.  At any rate, even if Gimple didn’t write it himself, you can still see the faint impression of that damn bolo tie in the stamp on it.  

Who is this random dude shouting on the megaphone?  I literally don’t know or care anything about any of these people.

I mean, I know I’m supposed to care more about this protest but all I can see are a bunch of redshirts taking up screen time from the characters I’m really interested/invested in. And sadly?  Kelly is the only “known” person in that crowd I’d be upset about if something happened to her.  I’m just not there with Connie because largely?  They’ve failed to put in the work to actually develop her, instead cheapening what she could be?  By using her as a tool for shipping wars.  If they stopped that bullshit and really and truly committed to fleshing her out more, I get totally get onboard because she has the foundation of a good character.  But right now she’s a crepe paper flower whereas Carol’s a whole bouquet of homegrown Cherokee roses.  

Rosita telling Mercer her family comes first and him respecting that and offering her help to get out if/when she needs it? One of the few moments of this episode so far besides the Carol moments where I’ve been like, yes.  Give me more.  I like this dynamic.  We could have had so many more quality moments with Rosita had they cut all that Daryl/Maggie fat that’s unneeded.  At this point, it isn’t even giving the episode more flavor.  

Speaking of flavor--is it just me or are these Walkers especially ravenous this episode?  

I love how my girl Carol is always ten steps ahead of every damn body but would it kill this show not to skip every step she takes until the final one?  

Lance looks like he might enjoy a little knife play, lol.  

The best thing I have to say about this episode insider thing is Angela’s hair looks pretty.  

Anyway.  I hope you got more enjoyment out of my free-flowing word vomit than I personally got out of the episode.  I’ve yet to work up to caring enough to sit down and watch 18 but whenever I finally do, expect to hear all about it here, lol.  

[lemonlillybee]

Sicktember Day 9: Feed a Cold, Starve a Fever

Sicktember Day 9

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41597673

Title: Feed a Cold, Starve a Fever

Prompt: Home remedy

Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU)

Word Count: 2222 (Yes I added one more word to get that number)

A/N: Another day, another @sicktember fic :)

“It’s just a cold!” Peter crosses his arms, then quickly uncrosses them to cover his mouth to cough, the sound echoing in the room and making Peter blush. Tony sighs and hands him a glass of water. 

“Peter, you’re not going out patrolling when you’re sick. That’s final.”

“Sick?” A thunderous voice echoes throughout the penthouse, and Peter twists around to see Thor. 

“N-no, I…I’m fine,” he insists, face flushing an even deeper shade of red. 

“What you need is a cure!” Thor continues, coming around the couch to stand in front of Peter, hands on his hips and his chest puffed out. “On Asgard, my mother used to make a soup of lizard’s tail and turnip–” 

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Point Break. He doesn’t need some remedy from another planet. Just some good old fashioned rest and fluids.” 

“Of course, I never needed such a cure, but Loki was sickly as a child.”

“That is entirely untrue,” comes a reply from behind them, and Tony whips around, startled, to see Loki lurking in the doorway. 

“Jeez, god of creepiness, a little warning next time?” Tony throws his hands up in the air. 

Peter rubs at his eyes tiredly with a fist, sniffling. “Sorry, he was quiet. I just heard him come in a couple seconds ago.”

Loki smirks. “You forget to mention, brother, that you are supposed to remove the tail from the lizard when it is still alive to be fully effective,” he continues, far too cheerful for Tony’s liking. Tony glares at Loki, then gestures impatiently at Thor when Peter coughs again.  

“Thor, get him the hell out of here!” 

Thor nods before reaching out to clap Peter on the shoulder, shaking the whole couch and sending Peter into a coughing fit.

“Be well, Peter.” 

“Thanks,” Peter croaks out, eyes watering.

After they leave, Tony refills Peter’s water glass and grabs a box of tissues. Peter rolls his eyes, but drinks the water, then lies down and lets Tony tuck a blanket around him. He keeps the box of tissues close, feeling increasingly congested, and is grateful for them as he sniffles and sneezes his way through a TV show while Tony tinkers about the common room, trying and failing to appear as though he’s not hovering.  

Peter is starting to drift off when he hears Clint and Natasha bickering in the elevator before they arrive, and he pushes himself back up into a sitting position, trying to quickly wipe his nose with a tissue before the elevator doors open.

“You’ll pay for that!” Clint cries, pouting at Natasha’s back as he follows her over to the living room.

“In your dreams, Barton.” 

“Whoa! You look like shit, Peter,” Clint says, stopping short when he catches sight of the younger man.

“It’s just a cold,” Peter shrugs, fighting a smile when Natasha punches Clint in the arm.

“Rude,” she scolds him before turning her attention to Peter, expression softening. “You poor thing.” 

Peter drops his eyes to his lap, then glances over at Tony, who’s in the kitchen pouring a glass of juice. Clint rubs his arm, glaring at Natasha before he turns back to Peter. 

“All you need is a little vapor rub and you’ll be fine. I use it on the kids when–”  

“No!” Tony interrupts from the kitchen, and all three of them look over, eyes wide at his outburst. “No…none of that stuff. We’ve tried that before and let’s just say, it worked a little too well,” he smirks, and Peter blushes.

“You need some garlic,” Natasha suggests. “Garlic cures everything.”

Peter raises an eyebrow skeptically, but again, Tony shakes his head. 

“No, nope, no way. Garlic doesn’t really sit well with his whole…spider-thing,” he explains. Natasha and Clint look at each other, rolling their eyes, then turn to Tony.

“Then what do you suggest, genius?” Clint asks, crossing his arms.

“Rest and fluids,” Tony replies confidently, holding up a glass of green juice. After a beat, he motions toward the door. “That means you two are free to go, by the way. So we can do the part where he rests.” 

“Damn, Peter, your Dad is really protective of you when you’re sick,” Clint chuckles under his breath, winking at Peter before he and Natasha leave, and Peter makes a choked sound that turns into a cough at the comment. 

“Here,” Tony says, handing him the green juice when he recovers, laughing softly when Peter eyes it warily. “Trust me, it tastes better than it looks. Just a little boost for your immune system.” 

“I shouldn’t need a boost for my immune system,” Peter grumbles. He tries to smell the juice, but he’s too congested to smell anything, so he shrugs and takes a deep breath before chugging the contents of the glass. The cool liquid feels good on his throat and Tony is right about the taste.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur of uncomfortable congestion and a sudden, heavy fatigue that washes over him. When he refuses dinner, he feels Tony’s hand on his forehead, his skin cool against his hot face, and when Tony sends him to bed before 8 p.m., he’s far too tired to protest. Even though he feels hot, he shivers when he gets into his bed, sighing in relief when Tony pulls the comforter over him. The last thing he feels before he falls asleep in Tony’s hand on his forehead again.

Peter only sleeps for two hours before he’s awake again. His throat is sore and his mouth is dry, and he gratefully drinks the water that Tony left on his nightstand. For the next several hours, he drifts in and out of fitful sleep. The next time he looks at the clock, it’s five in the morning, and he groans in frustration, the sound hoarse and congested. Down the hall, he can hear someone moving around in the kitchen, and then the rustling of paper. With another groan, he sits up, wincing when the motion makes his head pound. 

He desperately needs more water, so he decides to go out to the kitchen and see who’s up. He pads down the hallway and finds Bruce sitting at the table reading the newspaper. Bruce looks up, a smile spreading across his face at the sight of him.

“Good morning, Peter! You’re up awfully early.” He pauses, narrowing his eyes as he takes in Peter’s disheveled appearance and frowning when he has to suddenly turn to the crook of his elbow to cough. “You’re sick.” 

“It’s just a cold.” Peter clears his throat and sniffles. His shoulders drop. “I can’t sleep.” 

“Sleep is the most important thing you can do when you’re ill,” Bruce says, standing up. “Even when it’s ‘just’ a cold.” 

Peter gives him a small smile. “You sound like Tony”

Bruce laughs, the tone low and gentle. He points to a chair, and Peter sits at the table, letting his head rest on his folded arms while Bruce moves around the kitchen. Soon, something is placed in front of him, and he looks up to see a mug of steaming tea.

“Drink up,” Bruce says, sitting back down across from him and picking up his newspaper. He reads for a few silent minutes before peering over the top of his newspaper, watching Peter sip the drink with a frown. 

Peter’s so tired he doesn’t notice the scientist watching him. He cups both hands around the warm mug, sniffling and clearing his throat intermittently, breathing heavily through his mouth when he’s not taking a drink of the tea. Bruce notices that he’s shivering slightly, his eyelids drooping, and when Peter starts to yawn, Bruce pushes his chair back from the table.

“Okay,” Bruce sighs. “Let’s get you back to bed.” He motions for Peter to stand, and he leads him back to his room, where Peter falls into bed with a grunt. Bruce waits in the doorway while he gets settled back under the covers, then closes the door softly. Peter closes his eyes and listens to Bruce’s footsteps as he retreats down the hall.

“Good morning,” he hears Bruce say as he heads back to the common room, and smiles when he hears Tony’s voice in response. 

“Is Peter okay?”

“He just went back to bed. He couldn’t sleep, so I made him some tea. Hopefully he’ll be able to get some rest now.”

“Thank you,” Tony says, but Peter doesn’t catch the rest of his reply, too sleepy to eavesdrop further. He closes his eyes and lets the exhaustion pull him under.

When Peter wakes up again, the sun is up, and he stretches, feeling marginally better, if still incredibly tired. The rest of the Tower is fairly quiet, but he can hear the faint sound of what is unmistakably Tony’s heartbeat, along with the low murmur of a news station on the TV and the coffee pot whirring. He’s thirsty again, and his stomach growls loudly. Nothing actually sounds appetizing, but he’s sure Tony will at least have some more green juice for him, or maybe a piece of toast.  

He makes his way down the hall and sees Tony sitting at the kitchen counter scrolling through emails on his phone. 

“Hey,” Tony greets him. “How are you feeling?”

Peter shrugs, then pulls his sleeves down over his hands and brings them up to his face, sneezing twice in reply. 

“That good, huh?” Tony chuckles, but Peter is looking to his right, toward the elevator. A few moments later the elevator doors open with a ding.

“Hey, Pete! Heard you were sick,” Rhodey says, stepping off the elevator. 

Peter glances at Tony, face growing hot from more than just the fever, and mumbles, “It’s just a cold.”

“Well, that’s why I brought you chicken noodle soup!” He holds up a bag from the deli down the street. “Trust me, this will have you better in no time. There’s no better cure.”

Peter’s stomach growls again, and Tony and Rhodey laugh. They sit at the table, Peter quiet while Tony and Rhodey chat. As he eats, Peter suddenly feels more tired than before, and he’s yawning before he even finishes his bowl of soup. Tony and Rhodey exchange glances, having a full conversation without words, and soon Rhodey is clearing the table, claiming he needs to get going for a meeting. 

“Take care of yourself, Peter,” he says, patting Peter’s shoulder before heading to the elevator. 

“Thanks,” Peter says hoarsely. He coughs, propping his elbow on the table and letting his head rest in his hand. He feels like he could fall asleep sitting up at the table, but Tony suggests they watch TV in the living room, and Peter is happy to claim the spot on the couch he’d been in yesterday afternoon, letting Tony tuck the blankets around him again. 

They’re sitting on the couch watching TV together, Peter dozing off, when Steve enters the room. 

“Tony. Peter.” He nods at each of them, but when Peter tries to clear his throat and return the greeting he ends up in a fit of coughing instead.

“That’s a hell of a cough, Peter. Are you ill?”

“It’s just a cold,” Peter mumbles for what feels like the hundredth time today, sniffling and feeling suddenly very small as Steve approaches him, muscular arms crossed over his chest. 

“Well, you know what they say. Feed a cold, starve a fever.”

Tony snorts. “It’s not the ‘40s, Steve, no one says that anymore. Besides, he has a fever, too.”

Peter sputters in protest, shooting Tony a betrayed scowl and biting back another cough. 

“Oh.” Steve’s face softens, and he clears his throat. “I hope you feel better soon, Peter.”

“Thanks,” Peter whispers, voice nearly giving out with the word. Steve nods, then sits in the chair next to the couch, and Peter feels himself tense up, still unsure of where exactly he stands with the super soldier. Tony puts a hand on his back, pressing between his shoulder blades, and he relaxes slightly.

After a few minutes of silence, Steve looks over. He clears his throat again, waiting until Peter meets his eyes to speak. “You know, I think it would be better advice to tell you to get plenty of rest and–” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Peter huffs, then coughs. “Rest and fluids. You sound just like my da– like Tony.” 

Tony snorts, and Peter ‘s eyes widen, but then Steve is laughing and Tony is laughing and he can’t help but join in, even though it ends up making him cough more. Tony rubs his back until the coughing subsides, and Steve goes to the kitchen to fill a glass of water for him.

“You both know I’m right. I’m keeping Peter well hydrated and you can’t stop me.” Tony takes the water from Steve, nodding his thanks before helping Peter sit up to drink. When he finishes the water, Tony gently nudges him back down and adjusts the blanket around his shoulders. 

“See? Fluids. Now, rest,” he orders, and Peter grunts, but he closes his eyes and lets himself fully relax. It’s not long until he nods off, the sound of the TV lulling him to sleep as Tony rubs gentle, warm circles on his back. 

[notallwonder]

Alright kiddos, let's see... Criminal Minds 16x08 "Forget Me Knots".

Spoilers and "thoughts" under the cut:

Okay, so the previouslies are JJ and Will heavy...ruh roh. We gonna find out Will's been lying about his health still?

LOL I'm still so excited. It's so funny that I'm still emotionally jazzed up by this silly show.

Hahahaaha Penelope "that's not how this works" finally

I guess it would be uniquely easy to kidnap real estate agents.

ZOMG THE KIDS ARE BACK. Henry you are SO FREAKIN TALL

I'm still laughing to myself about the...section of artful shag carpet?...hanging above the Jareau-Lamontagne fireplace.

Will I wish you had better taste in ties

aw no, Henry overhearing adult things. Hope you're ok bud.

it's so nice when a serial killer can share photos of his children to make himself seem disarming and safe.

there's that $400 of duct tape being put to good use!

oh no - is she supposed to be a surrogate for his wife? *grimace!*

yeah lady I also would be like WTF save you're fucking marriage? WTF???

EMILY VOICEOVER...hello hottie (voice)...

GOD. how are you so beautiful? every time. Every Time!!!

Aw, isn't it nice, law enforcement agencies working together to circumvent...rules and stuff

hot.

PG I really like this lil' jacket number

And Luke, welcome to the brown suede jacket club.

Oh HO. So Now we are calling PG out!! They know she is Getting Some. lol ok

Oh, Henry buddy. Budding investigator apparently (knows how to Google). He's sweet. Where....where where is this going? Is Will still going to die? This honestly feels more like...normal family stuff frankly. Maybe I am searching too hard for *meaning*. But usually...look, it's a TV show. It's usually going somewhere.

this poor woman is doin' her best, but she's gonna die.

damn, that's cold. she's tanking her marriage (ish) to make it through.

Luke and Tara partnered up! yay!

Tara, when is your turn in brown suede?

why would Indio police immediately contact FBI? Just on the 'strength' of the 2nd street connection? shenanigans. but ok.

"JJ and I will run interference with the AG" sounds....slightly promising. can't wait for no onscreen follow up on this idea!

awww. Sicarius is Murder Santa!

I should also learn how to stay off camera. But for fun and profit (not murder).

"Copy you"??? what.

murder elf picking up the package...

poor lady, she just wanted to sell some houses.

Extreme Home Makeover Ty Guy??!! Selling me gambling apps??

jeez. that's a huge fucking list of missed calls bud.

An ENTIRE SCENE with Emily and JJ in the same room all by themselves. what a gift. yes they are doing crime solving. of course they are!!! i love them.

yes they both look super fabulous, because of course they do!!!

just to reiterate for no one, i do not watch this show for the crime or the crime solving. nor the naturalistic dialogue lmao.

murder elf dead. lady hang on!!

Ramona I'm so proud of you. First, extremely fast resuscitation, A +. Second, you're alive babe! But you really should get your husband to change his hair/beard situation.

Yes, bazillion sounds about right. I do kind of miss CM depicting agents actually doing any kind of tedious investigative work.

EMILY. You are so gorgeous. Dear AJ Cook, thank you for this shot that is just Emily at her desk. I am not mad about it.

Yeah, so Henry. JJ is this going in the "I have to leave the FBI" column? Is that where this is going?

Henry you are my most favorite now of all. They are terrible liars. And this is a sweet through-line from the ol' "monsters" thing at Halloween five million years ago.

Oh! a real live timeline clue. "It's been 10 days since you walked out of this house."

uh oh crazy eyes time. he is gonna kill his wife. oh no. I really thought for a second the doorbell was going to be another murder elf. David Rossi!!!

I wonder if this will 'end' with Elias turning himself in to the FBI to try to salvage the remainder of his life. Hm.

Okay. As far as episodes go, this one again felt like filler - like connective tissue leading up to something(s) bigger. Ultimately not particularly interesting in its own right. But, bright spots? Not so little Henry Lamontagne. A nice bit of Tara & Luke camaraderie. Emily Prentiss looking fine as hell, as per usual. And some more Elias Voit time, if that's what you're into (I'm not, but it's not horrible).

Really missing...Rebecca, right about now. So Tara stopped freaking out about her phone and then.....nothing? Gimme a little something here, CM. An indication of some kind. Emily running into Rebecca in the hallway (oh wait, Rebecca got pulled back to DC, no longer at Quantico). Anyway, want more of that. I'm not mad there was no overt follow up on the Garcia/Tyler sitch. It's coming, I'm sure.

[livredebelle]

Twelve.

MY BREATH HITCHED IN MY THROAT.

The slight contact that his finger had made with my cheekbone caused my skin to burn like mad. What was happening to me? No, to begin with, why had I cried? 

"I'm not crying." Embarrassed, I hastily turned my head away from him. Gah, this was so humiliating; I couldn't bear to look at his face now.

"Hmm..." was all he said. Maybe he was trying to save me of my dignity. I was glad. 

"Um... what happened to Maria? Where did she go?" I tried to change the subject. 

"She said she had something to take care of, so she left. She said she'll text you later and to get home safe. Which you will, because I'm a safe driver, if I do say so myself."

Did I detect a hint of a smile in his tone? "Huh, that's a big assumption. What makes you think I'm gonna take that? My apartment isn't far from here, so I can walk, thank you very much."

"Why do you have to be so difficult?"

"This is just how it is. How many times are you going to make me repeat myself?"

We stopped there. Good. I was unwilling to get into another conflict with him. I was so drained enough as it is, and my anxiety attack had barely subsided. 

"Wait," I said, realizing. I turned back to face him. "Who paid the bill?" 

Heath cocked his head to the side. "I did, but no worries. I wanted to treat you and your friend as a... way of making amends and to celebrate the making of a new friendship."

"Who does that? You're insane." I shook my head. "Too damn positive. I honestly don't know what to do with you." 

"You could just obey," he suggested with a dark smile, but I gave him a death stare, and he chuckled. "Fine. It won't be easy, but that's alright with me. Besides, nothing would be fun if you obtained it too easily."

"I don't like how you said that. It makes me feel like I'm some kind of prize to be won--which I'm not, old man."

"Hey--cut it out already. I'm only three years older, remember?"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Fine, I'll take you up on your offer for a ride, but not because it's what I want. I just want to go home sooner so I can rest and get ready for the upcoming semester. I still have to buy books and such..."

"If that's the case, would you like to stop by the bookstore on the way? We can also go next time if you're too tired. I have a TA code I can use to get discounts on the school's bookstore items." 

"Wow. Must be nice to be privileged like that. Maybe next time; I feel like I'm going to drop dead any minute now."

"All right. Get in the car, and I'll take you home."

As he held his car door open for me, I overheard some passersby--an old couple--comment, "My, how refreshing and nice to see that some youngsters are still keeping romance alive in this era." I blushed and quickly scrambled in. Jeez, how embarrassing. I heard Heath chuckle under his breath. 

The second car ride with Heath was no less awkward than the first. While he was driving, I kept stealing sideway glances at him. No matter how long and hard I scrutinized his gaze, I couldn't seem to figure him out. What was his game? And why was he trying so hard to become friends wtih me? The only conclusion I could reach was that he was a peculiar (if not a little mentally deluded) person. Either way, his personality type, in addition to his general mysterious vibe, made me extremely cautious. 

Finally, we reached my apartment complex. As I climbed out of his Audi, I stammered awkwardly, "Um... thanks for today and for lunch. I'll pay you back the next time I run into you. See you." I hastily scrambled away before he could say anything further, but I thought I heard a chuckle behind me as I closed the car door.

Once I was safely within the confines of my apartment, I plopped onto my twin-sized bed with a bitter sigh of defeat and weariness. God, what a day. I reached for my cracked iPhone; maybe I could just chill for the rest of the day and browse through some of my favorite comics and manga. As I surfed the web for good recommendations for some horror-themed comics, a text message from an unknown number popped up. Hm, was it spam, or a promo code? I hated leaving notifications unread on my phone due to my OCD personality. Without much thought, I opened and read the text message:

[I received your contact information from your friend over lunch. It was wonderful to formally make your acquaintance today, Rina. I'm sorry, I know you said you don't like it, but I think it really suits you, and it's either that or Miss Everly--take your pick. Just so you know, I'm quite stubborn too. Take care, and I'll see you in the fall.]

I shot up straight in bed. What the fuck. Maria!!!

Frustrated, I ruffled my own hair. Damn it, why did he have my number? It was like the red thread of fate was wrapping around us tighter and tighter--I couldn't see an escape. Also, it seemed I was stuck with being called either 'Rina' or 'Miss Everly,' and I didn't know which I hated more. Gods, I hadn't met anybody who was more stubborn than me. 

Disgruntled, I shot Maria an accusatory text:

[Hey, that's an invasion of privacy. I don't remember giving you permission to give Heath my number.]

She was a slow texter, so I doubted I'd receive a response from her soon. With that thought, I closed my eyes and fell asleep for a quick but much needed recharge nap. 

When I awoke, it was already evening--twilight. I felt better, but I still had a lot of thoughts in my head. In an effort to distract myself, I decided to make myself dinner. I hadn't cooked in a while, but it couldn't be that hard. 

Nearly an hour later, I was more frustrated than ever after having burnt three rounds of simple fried rice. Why was this so difficult? Come to think of it, I couldn't remember a time I had cooked fried rice ever...

I heard a knock on my door and promptly went to open it.

Quinn was standing there, his arms crossed over his chest with a disgusted look on his face. "What is that I smell? Did you kill a cat in there?" 

"Hey, Kona's alive and well, thank you very much. It's just..." I bit my lower lip. "I think I messed up big time on dinner."

"You're telling me! God, that reeks. How did you mess it up that bad?" He was grinning at this point, all teasing.

I huffed in irritation. "I don't need this from you. At least I tried." 

"Wanna go out to eat instead? I was thinking of catching a bite at this hot pot place later. I was in the mood for some soup and Chinese."

I sighed. "Sure, anything sounds better than this. Let me go change really quick. Why don't you come inside and wait in the living room?" 

"Um, could you be a little more timid about inviting a guy into your apartment in broad daylight? Sheesh. I'm a guy, too, you know--you should be more cautious."

In response, I simply rolled my eyes with him. Before I could fully shut the door, Quinn stopped it with his foot, still grinning stupidly as he helped himself inside with a little wink.

Ten minutes later, I was ready in a casual, tight long-sleeved red shirt that I had paired with my favorite boyfriend jeans. My hair was messy, so I had it lightly tied up in a high ponytail. Keys, wallet, iPhone--check. A quick look at my lock screen revealed two messages from Maria, and one from Heath. My heart stopped for a bit. Wait, another one? I quickly swiped down the messages to look:

[Isn't it a little rude to ignore a text message? Either way, I'll wait.]

This guy was seriously nuts. Yet I couldn't deny the strange sense of curiosity I felt towards him. I was the type of girl who couldn't rest until she solved the answer to every puzzle, and to me, Heath was a huge one. Why couldn't I figure him out? 

He was gentle and soft--the opposite of me. His smile could blind me from a mile away, which I found to be hugely annoying. He always smiled as if he were the happiest guy in the world, but it was off-putting because I could tell there was more to his story; his mature gaze gave off a complicated vibe...

I shook my head violently. Wait, what was I thinking about Heath right now for? It must be the college girls' reactions earlier rubbing off on me. No way would I be like those girls; they were like members of his fan club. Besides, texting him back wouldn't be a big deal. It would be just as if I were texting anybody else, so it shouldn't be an issue. Trying not to overthink it, I responded:

[Impatient, are we? Also a little obsessed. Seriously amazed with your stalker skills.]

Once I headed out to the living room, I found Quinn playing with Kona with a piece of yarn. I couldn't lie, that was pretty cute.

"I'm surprised she lets you come close to her. She's a real bitch when it comes to other people."

"Hey, like mother, like daughter, huh? Except Kona's way cuter."

I scoffed. "Think that's an insult? Anyways, are we going to eat or not?" 

"We sure are. Let's go."

***

"That really hit the spot," I said happily as we sauntered out of the hot pot restaurant. 

I felt stuffed and, finally, relaxed. As much as I might have wanted to deny it, spending time with Quinn had a positive effect on my mood--I didn't have to overthink much, and keeping a conversation with him felt as effortless as breathing. 

"Do you wanna get some coffee?" he asked, and I nodded. I was always down for a good cup of coffee. Just then, I felt my phone vibrate in my back butt pocket. Curious, but trying not to get ahead of myself, I decided to check my messages. 

It was Maria, and I found myself feeling slightly disappointed that it wasn't who I had predicted. But precisely why should I feel disappointed? It was beyond frustrating.

[Sorry. I thought you guys looked close enough that it was okay. Didn't see the harm. How do you know him, anyway?]

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. I didn't really know him, anyway. It was also so odd how quickly Maria and I had went back to acting normal, despite having had such a long hiatus in our friendship. Had she truly forgotten and left her past behind? I honestly couldn't say the same. I wasn't brave enough. 

Bzzz. Another message, this time actually from Heath, effectively distracting me from that train of thought:

[Continue to be amazed. By the way, I think you're right that I'm obsessed--I find myself missing you.]

Christ. What do I even say to that? Also, was he seriously flirting with me? Ugh--the worst. Yet why was my own heart buzzing so loudly within my chest? My hands were getting clammy as well. As cliche as it may sound, I had never felt this way before.

[Pervert. You're an M, aren't you?]

[Maybe you're right about that too. But it's true, I do miss you. Let me see you again--I can't wait until fall. I'll make up for our horrible first encounters.]

What did he mean by that last part? Either way, I wasn't going to dignify that with a response. If I did, he would surely think I was interested too. 

When my phone buzzed again, I expected a follow-up message from Heath due to my silence. Instead, what I saw was an email that made my blood freeze. I quickly opened it. 

It was about my financial aid application, which apparently had encountered some problems. If unresolved, this could affect my decision to go to university in the upcoming fall, which was coming up in about two months. All I could gather from the context of the email was that a merit-based scholarship that had previously been offered was about to be rescinded, and I was to contact the financial aid office at my earliest convenience. 

"Fuck," I groaned loudly. Why wasn't anything going right anymore?

"Hey, what's going on?" The concern was evident in Quinn's eyes. But I didn't want to worry him or burden him with my baggage, so I made up a lousy excuse about family issues and asked apologetically if we could postpone coffee for some other time. He quickly agreed and asked if I wanted to come in to his apartment for a smoke break, but I told him I needed to take care of things first. He nodded, wholeheartedly believing my lie, and gave me a quick peck on the forehead. "Call me," he said before he closed the door to his apartment with a crooked smile. I smiled weakly back--all the while, the inside of my brain was going frantic, and I needed to hurry up into the confines of my own home to properly deal with it. 

Yeah, it was better this way. A part of me felt guilty for having pushed him away, again and again without fail... all because I was terrified of the repercussions that would follow from a friendship that kept growing deeper. All because I was afraid and so sure that history was going to repeat itself, and I could avoid that outcome by isolating myself and cutting myself out from his world. All of this came rushing to me in the form of fragmented thoughts, but I was too distracted to remain focused on that. 

As soon as I trudged into my apartment, I let out a deep sigh and slumped against the wall near the front door. Kona came near me and purred, trying to comfort me. I felt like my heart was becoming more and more shackled up with the chains of my past. In order to move on, I realized, I would need to confront my fears and demons sooner than later, or else I would stagnate and never grow.

Confronting my fears and demons meant confronting my family, namely my mother, eventually. But was I even capable of doing that? 

My phone screen lit up, and my eyes narrowed. I laughed bitterly at the irony. Speak of the devil... I debated not answering the call, then pressed the green button, my lips pressed together and my jaw locked tight from the impending tension.

"Hello, Mother."

[sweetsbfreex]

a father’s duty

Summary: brought to u by the wholesome picture of Cevans sewing up dodger’s stuffed lion 🤧

Warnings: Talk of trauma (nothing too in depth) and talk of sex

Pairings: Dad, Husband!Ransom x reader

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You and Ransom were cuddled up together on the couch, some random movie he had chosen that you weren’t paying attention to. You wanted to cuddle, but he insisted on watching this movie so a compromise had to be made. And the feeling of his hand going up and down, inside your shirt, against your arm; Could only make you purr in contentment.

And you were meant to doze off if it wasn’t for the dramatic, high pitched scream of pure agony. You both shot up from your seats, looking at each other wide eyed before dashing up the stairs (Ransom ahead). 

Until you were in the doorway of an overly purple room.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

Ransom let a small, stunned gasp at the feel of a teary eyed four year old, Celeste bolting to his legs. Her small arms had tried to wrap around his legs as she sobbed into his jeans, fists tight as she clutching the denim. 

Confused you had leant down adjacent to her, Ransom peering down from his stance, lifting her arms to softly run circles over her back. 

“What’s wrong baby?” a fake pout on your lips.

“She’s dead!” she had sobbed, her puffy cheek making contact with his expensive jeans to make eye contact with you. 

“What? Who’s dead babe?” Ransom asked, tilting his head downward, eye brows stitched together. 

She propped her chin up against his leg, “Daffy” she blubbered, extending her arm behind her to point at the limp stuffed bunny a few feet away.

“Fucking––” He couldn’t finish his sentence a hearty laugh emitted into the otherwise somber air, still laughing (some tears streaking his face) he had picked up the once blubbering girl so she saddled on his hip. 

“Ransom! It’s not funny and language, god”

“C'mon” he dragged the n, “You gotta admit this is hilarious, she’s so dramatic...I wonder who she gets it from” he smirked, looking at you knowingly. 

“You” you appointed, holding back your smile. 

“As if” he scoffs rolling his eyes. 

“Daffy!” Celeste exclaimed, snapping the two from their loving trance. 

“Right!” you snapped yourself back into mom mode, making way to Daffy and your way back to the two, watching Ransom wipe the tears from Celeste’s face, calming her down in a hushed voice.

You sidle up next to Ransom lifting the stuffed animal, so the both of you could evaluate the state of her favorite buddy. You looked up to him, watching his face scrunch up, almost like disgust, but you knew he was just very confused.

“Jeez leste, what’d you do?” 

The light yellow bunny up front was perfectly fine, but once you had turned it around a tear in the fabric of the it’s “spine” was parted, the thread poking out along the hem. 

“I–– I was just spinning her around”

“Is that really what you did” you prompted.

“No..” she set forward shyly, resting her temple against her father’s shoulder. “There was a string and then I pulled it by accident”

“By accident?” Ransom asked, eyebrows raised. 

“On purpose” she mumbled, eyes tearing up slowly.

Celeste is probably the biggest liar the two of you know. You both have been working on that habit, reassuring her that it was fine and being honest is better most times (minus surprises, safety, etc). You both had even resorted to acting out examples for her. She was getting better, but ever the fibber she still found a way to slip into the habit. And when you had asked her why exactly she loved lying, she only replied with a quib “It’s fun!” giggling to herself. 

“Hey it’s okay, you were curious” he cooed, “Mommy will fix it don’t worry” 

You looked up at him mesmerized, not so surprised at the father he was becoming. Remembering all those nights he had kept the two of you up, even the day you were in labor, he had been worried. How was he ever supposed to love a kid properly–– let alone his–– when he never had that benefit. All these what ifs running through his head in a cycle.

He had even taken it upon himself to sign you both up for those parenting classes. The ones with the fake dolls. Dolls that he held gently as if they were alive.

“I will. You’ve had a long day, love, you wanna go to bed now?” you asked her, smiling. 

She nods silently, reaching her hands out to you. Ready for the familiar night routine to begin.

––––

After Celeste had been put to bed, it was not you and Ransom being the only two up. You were both in your shared bathroom, getting ready for bed. 

You groaned, catching the attention of Ransom. “Sewing that thing is gonna be some work” watching yourself in the mirror as you rub in your lotion. 

“You’re tying that thing together, how hard can that be?”

“I’m sewing it together” 

“Tomato, Tomahto” he responded. 

“Fine, since you think it’s so easy why don’t you fix it for her?” 

“Deal. I’ll take another night of anal as my end” he says this confindently, not expecting another word for you, as he saunters past you briskly but not before placing a kiss to your check and a rough smack to the ass. 

Ransom.

–––––

And god did he take this seriously. Making sure you were up this entire time as he achieved his new level of domesticity. 

And you did, sitting up against the headboard as you watched him sit shirtless across the sized room. 

He sits in the barrel chair. the stuffed animal in his lap, a spool of light pink thread to match the bunny in between his legs, and a packet of needles in his hand. 

“Babe you have to––”

He holds up a hand, stopping you from saying whatever you were about to say.

“I got this babe” he tells you, looking at you wearily as he pulls up a video (‘how to sew stuffed bunny animal together’) on his phone. 

You watch him watch the video,switching the show you were watching to make it seem as if you weren’t watching him too carefully. 

He squints, focused as he listens to the lady in the video.

“You look so cute”

“Thanks” he grumbles, placing a thimble on his pointer finger. 

He was like a cute grandmother. His eyebrows brought together and tongue poking through his cheek, which you teased him endlessly about. There was just something about watching a brawly, grumpy man like him knit. So you pulled your phone out wanting to take a quick picture. 

“Put. it. down.” he tells you, not even looking away from his task.

“Wha–– You’re really creepy, you know that. Smile” you demand of him. “It’d be so cute for the album”

He of course doesn’t smile instead raising the stuffed animal to cover his face from the camera, but you were quick enough to get something before that. Smiling fondly at the adorable photo of his concentrated face. Once you had your fill of serotonin, you closed the device and reached over to set it on your nightstand. 

“You gonna give me a kiss goodnight before you go?” he asks you stoically, head still looking down at his task. 

“Yes Ransom. Just give me a minute’ you respond, shimmying yourself from the soft sheets. You make your way besides Ransom–– naturally he wraps one arm around your waist to bring you–– leaning down and placing a kiss to his cheek (which he smiles at) then his lips. He pulls back first only to return again for a deeper one. Sending you off, finally, with a pinch to your ass. 

“Goodnight, Baby” you tell him over your shoulder on your way back to the bed. 

“Night y/n/n.”

–––––

“y/n” is whispered in your ear and the shaking of your shoulder is what causes you to wake up. You turn your head over your shoulder to see Ransom standing over you gleefully. 

“Ransom?” you rasp, turning your whole body over to face him, looking at the clock on your night stand. “It’s two in the morning!”

“Thanks captain obvious” he mutters, rolling his eyes. Yet, he lifts up the stuffed animal. Both hands on either paws, holding it up to show you. “I finished!”

You instantly noticed the band-aid wrapped around his thumb and the brightest smile on his face. Through it you could see how proud of himself he really was. He really was getting a hand of this dad thing he was still figuring it out. 

Ransom, however, could only think about how tired he was and how strained his eyes felt––probably rimmed red. With the amount of times he had to rewatch the video because he missed or didn’t understand a step. But, for his little girl it was definitely worth it. 

“Well, look at you. You did so good bub” you extend your arm up lazily to then loop it around his neck, bringing him down for a kiss. 

If only his conceited friends could see him now. Thinking about how Danver, one of the many friends he had dropped, would berate him passively. Calling it a women’s role most likely. 

“Thank you” he settles one more kiss, “Let’s go”

“Go where?” you chuckle

“Leste’s room...where else? She’ll need him to sleep the rest of the night comfortably” he explains, removing your arm from his neck. To gently tug your hand.

“You sure?” you ask hesitantly.

“Hundred percent, let’s go”

––––

You open the door slowly, the creaking sound it emitted making you cringe. And when you’re hushed by Ransom, you twist around instantly sending him a stink eye.

And you both stand against the side of her bed, you crouch down. Raising your hand to her shoulder. 

“Lesty” you whisper, your thumb running circles over her shoulder. 

She wakes up slowly, as always. The clear indication that she is awake being when she raises her hand to rub at her eyes.

“Mommy? She stops and gasps, “Are we going to Disney?” asking the question with glee, she sits up, her hands placed over her book patterned pajama pants.

You and Ransom share a short laugh. Remembering how you surprised her just like this months ago. The frown that overtakes her face makes you both want to laugh. 

“I’m going back to sleep” she tells you both, already reaching for her blanket. 

“Wait” you laugh, holding her hand. “There's a surprise for you” 

At your announcement, Ransom steps up holding out the sewed up stuffy. Her tiny hands covered the gasp she let out, muffling it.

“She’s fixed!” she’s astonished, running her fingers  along the stitches. 

Celeste felt like a jumping bean with all this happiness filling her body and she wasn’t sure how to express how happy she felt. So, she jumped onto her mother, arms latched onto her neck. Kissing her cheek incessantly.

“Thank you thank you thank you-”

“Actually––” you start.

“Woah! Woah! Woah!” ever the dramatic, “Momma didn’t do this. I did babe” he tells her, a gobsmacked, playful expression on his face. 

Ransom’s replica quickly unlatched herself from y/n, rocketing herself into his arms. He held onto her tightly. Falling in love with the toothy smile–– albeit it was missing a front one–– she gave him. He was rolling around in her appreciation towards his gesture. This was all he wanted. To be a better man for you to marry and be a better father for his daughter.

He brought her into him a little bit, placing a kiss to her forehead. 

“Anything for you Leste” he tells her in a hush. 

You rise slowly from your crouch, knees a bit sore from how long you were down there. Just in awe of the love they both exerted towards each other. Ransom’s hand lightly flying over the back of her head and Her tiny palm coddling his cheek.

“Time for bed?” you ask the two of them, your hand naturally going to Ransom and Celeste’s shoulder.

“Yeah. I’m tired” she tells you, dragging out the h. Setting her cheek to her dad’s muscled shoulder. Nuzzling her cheek against it lazily. 

“Yeah? Well let’s put you in bed first” Ransom responds. 

You walk behind the two, as Ransom sets her down gently on her bed.

He sets a kiss to her cheek then he pulls back, watching the way her arms tighten around the stuffed animal. 

“You love it?” he asks, a proud smile etched on his face. 

“Yes” she whispers, “Thank you, daddy” her palm caressing the top of it’s head. 

“Anything for you Leste” he reaffirmed. He needed her to know that he’d do anything. Anything. To keep a smile that bright on her precious face. He didn’t want her to doubt if he ever loved her or if she could ever come to him about anything. He especially didn’t want her to think that she’d be second to his work. 

He loved her too much and decided, right when you told him the news, he’d learn from his parents’ mistakes and trauma he had to deal with. 

“Goodnight, honey”

He gets up from his spot watching you lean over placing a kiss to her cheek, tugging the crocheted blanket to Celeste’s chin. 

“Night baby” you tell her sweetly.  

“Night” she replies to the both of you before snuggling into the duck more. 

––––

RIght when you shut the door, you expect to face Ransom’s back walking towards your bedroom. But try not to scream, startled, when your head meets with his chest.

You look up, probably not the smartest thing to do. “You ready for bed?” you ask nervously, each hand landing on his broad shoulders. 

With the way he was looking at you, you would assume you were the last stash of biscoff cookies he always keeps fully stored in the house. Especially, with the other Drysdale in the house, the cookies went by faster when they used to.

“Don’t think so..We made a bet. Remember?” he smiles

“RIght now?!” you hiss lowly. He must have lost his mind. “You woke me up at like three in the morning”

“It was actually two” you whack his arm at his smart mouth, of course he doesn’t react.  “Anyway. A bets a bet. Let’s go baby” he crouches down, lifting you up swiftly into a bride-groom like position.

“Ransom!” you whisper, taken by surprise. 

“A quickie and then we’ll drop her off at your parents tomorrow to get to the real stuff tomorrow” he asserts.

With that, he picks up his speed. Taking you both down the hallway. Once he’s arrived at his destination–– the bedroom–– he throws you on the bed. Laughing to himself with how stricken you look. You should be used to this by now, he tells himself. 

“Ransom!” is the last of his name he hears with a tone of scolding mixed with shock, before he gets to work. When he climbs on top of you quickly––like a lion to prey––biting your neck. 

-

if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback if ur up to it <3

[bubblyhoney]

sarah i have thought of another fic request or like a cute idea i guess! i didn’t have anyone in mind when i thought of it so you can write it for whoever you want honestly :)

okay so the reader is a streamer but streams games like animal crossing, standew valley, etc. then (insert who you’re writing for) says they don’t like that game, but later ends up buying it and the reader is like “i thought you said you didn’t like this game” and they’re like “well i like you” and they confuses their feelings and they end up playing the game together and reader gives them a tour of their island or farm

i feel like this request isn’t good, but the scenario seemed cute and i wanted to share it. sorry if this is confusing or just too specific cuz i know it can be hard to write requests like that! but yeah i hope it gives you inspiration and you like the request <3

new horizons

warnings: language, a Marvel reference (hint: natasha said it about tony), stupid idiots who don’t realize they like each other, use of pet names, Uno rage, Hasan Piker's presence

words: 1473

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

A/N: i’ve been trying to catch up a little on my requests (i’ve only got a couple so i’m not super overwhelmed) but school and outside life has been taking up most of my time so this one took me a while to make! tbh— ive never played animal crossing so i did google some of the game mechanics and i apologize if anything is inaccurate about the game…. but i liked relaxing and writing this cute one so thank you for requesting hails :3

requests/inbox status: open

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“This game is trash.”

Your head quirks, fingers stopped on the screen. You’re in the process of giving your character a cute new nickname; it’s kind of hard to decide between “awkward dude” and “elderly skater”.

“Excuse me?” Your chat comes alive with emotes and ‘KEKW’s, obviously entertained by you and your almost-more-than-friends-friend.

There’s a story for that later.

Sapnap’s rough laugh comes through your headset and he audibly swallows, the sound of a water bottle dropping onto his desk echoing.

“I’m just saying—it’s boring. It’s like Minecraft but you don’t like… do anything.” The grainy image of his bearded face shifts and you see him pull out his phone.

“It’s— you can’t even compare it to Minecraft! It’s a completely different game system—you actually interact with other people live in the game.” You huff out a dramatic sigh, slumping in your chair with a pout. “Just because you go into this lucid state where all you know is ‘touch block, hit George’ doesn’t mean this game isn’t fun.” (He scoffs at your awful impression of his voice. Your viewers love it.)

“Jeez,” he mumbles, fumbling with the cap of his water bottle. “Touched a nerve there, bud.”

You roll your eyes, getting back to the village in the game.

“Don't ‘bud’ me.”

The call falls comfortably quiet, the sounds of him tapping obsessively on his phone and you clicking away filling the silence. A gentle bedroom-pop YouTube playlist remains in the background, prompting you to hum along and glance at the chat to see a flood of “check twitter” and “Y/N TWITTER!!”.

“What happened on Twitter?” You mumble, confused, and pull the website up on another monitor. Sapnap just makes a curious noise, swinging back and forth in a circle. “Oh my God,” you say to yourself, fingertips brushing your parted lips.

“What?”

“Hasan Piker just followed me and retweeted one of my not even remotely political old tweets. Like from a year ago.”

“That’s— wow. Congrats?” Sapnap’s voice cracks, and his ears flush pink the tiniest bit when you glance at his face on Discord.

“I’m gonna go on record and say that he could get it.” You shake your head in disbelief.

Sapnap falls uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, so you look past the frenzied chat and to his screen— wait. He muted and turned his camera off.

“Um,” you start, furiously typing question marks in your private chat. “Where’d you go?” You mute and turn screen share off for your stream, concerned that he might’ve fallen off his chair and broken his neck and needs you to call the ambulance.

The characteristic ding of a twitter notification sounds through your bedroom, and you look at your phone quickly.

“That’s where I went.”

Sapnap Tweeted: “all Y/U stans can choke on my dick”.

“Jesus, Sapnap,” you say, and rapidly refresh to read the replies. This tweet was deleted. “That’s so— that barely makes sense, bro. Why— literally what?”

His snicker floods your ears and you relax in your chair. Crisis: averted. “Don’t fucking— what’s wrong with you?”

“I thought it would be funny,” he offers, shrugging, and fiddles with the straw in his water bottle, smile fading. “And also Hasan pisses me off.”

“Why, ‘cause he wants a piece of this? Jealous?” You think back to your viewers, knowing they’re probably spamming question marks and coming to ludacris conclusions about both of your absences. No offense to them. You remember your stan days very vividly.

“I mean, kinda.” He rubs once at his nose, glancing at the camera (and what feels like you) before taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Wow.” You watch one strand of his hair fall from beneath his hat and brush against his full eyebrows. “I’m uh—I’ll get back to my stream. You coming? Or is it time for a Sapnap-snack?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snorts and leans his chin onto the balance of his arm.

“That means you like to take a little snack break mid-stream and come back approximately nine hours later and you didn’t even eat.”

“You know what— fuck you.” He flicks the camera as you laugh at the look on his face.

The teasing mood is easily kept as you switch games from Animal Crossing to Uno, all the while slamming Sapnap with +4’s and skipping the newly-arrived BadBoyHalo at any chance you can get. It unironically pisses him off and he has to take a Sapnap-snack break midway through (only a fifteen minute break this time, during which you and Bad take a “What Kind of Bread Are You?” quiz). The rest of the night is filled with devious cackles (you), loud and sudden bangs that sound suspiciously like someone hitting their desk in anger (Sap) and the stupid barking of Rat, AKA Lucy (Bad). She’s cute but a menace to the sound quality of Bad’s microphone. You sign off stream around 2 a.m. with various forms of thanks and kisses blown to the camera. It’s been a refreshing night, actually; you’ve been busy organizing a partnership stream all week and all your friends have been busy filming or editing or what-not. Quackity had time for a little Roblox every couple of days, though. He’s got your back.

The next time you see Sapnap is after a two hour stream of him try-harding in Valorant and you finishing responding to an email from your partnership in the VC.

“Okay, I’m back.” You hear him shift in his chair and click a couple more times on his keyboard. You perk up in your chair, closing the email browser you’d been looking at.

“Do you want to play anything else? I’m down for anything.”

“Absolutely not Uno. You can go to hell for giving me 6 cards that one time,” he jabs. You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“Okay, the +4 was on me but it’s Bad who gave you the last two. That’s not my fault, sweetie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, trailing off as the clicking of his keyboard stops. “Hey, um—Guess what?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears at the tone of his voice. He sounds nervous; that’s never good.

“I’m scared to guess,” you try, playing with a little Minecraft dog figurine you have on your desk with fidgety fingers. “What?”

“I bought Animal Crossing.”

Silence. You stare at his discord icon blankly, trying to reroute the wires of your brain.

“Tell me you love it.”

“Well… I haven’t actually played it— but you said you liked it, so.”

“So,” you repeat him, ears warming but continuing on. “Is that what you tell all your friends when you buy something they like? That it's because of them?”

He seems to choose his next words carefully, pausing a beat to consider your questions.

“Well, I don’t have a crush on all of my friends.”

“You—what?” You stutter, caught off guard and stumbling. What did he just say? “Don’t tell me you mean you have a crush on me.”

“I’m almost positive I just did.” His discord icon stares right back at you, taunting.

“You know, you’re very casual for someone who just admitted they like-like me.” Your cheeks flush pink and you have to press a hand to your chest to keep your breathing sounding stable.

“Yeah, I’m kind of cool like that,” he offers, a huff of a laugh punctuating his statement. The conversation moves into a lull that you can’t help but know is because of you. He must expect you to say something about it, right?

“You are very cool, Sapnap.” You tilt back in your chair, sucking in a breath to prepare yourself for your next words. “And—Isortakindofhaveacrushonyoutoo.”

He must understand you, for you can hear the grin in his voice when he asks “Really?”

“Y-yeah.” You feel like a preteen again, all shaky and giddy in front of the boy you just asked to a middle school dance.

“Um, alright. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you answer genuinely and swing in a happy little circle in your chair. “We could play Animal Crossing.”

“I’m down.”

You swear you’ve never heard more beautiful words.

He keeps his camera off for most of the time you two play, too focused on creating his island and asking you questions about how to fish to turn it on. He silently flips it on when you help him decorate his lawn, needing to show you in real-time the decorations he has bought and where you think he should put them. He looks cute. I mean, of course he does. He always does.

You tell him goodbye late in the night, eyes saying a little more than just “see you tomorrow”.

You like him. He likes you.

It’s even better when you two have matching gardens.

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A/N: anybody and everybody (especially my precious hailey) let me know what you think!! :]