#LIZZIE BEING SO MUCH TALLER

[crescentfool]

happy mochizuki monday, have a little doodle i made based on a convention i went to this past weekend :)

[hmshermitcraft]

For the theme

(tw death mentions, grief)

Etho doesn't mind being tall, but he does wish he was a bit shorter sometimes. Being over 6 foot in an apocalypse really isn't as advantageous as the movies make it look.

Joel however, wishes he was taller. He knows how impractical it is, from being friends with Mumbo and... Whatever he is with Etho, but he still wants to be tall. He thinks people will take him seriously that way. They won't, but no one has the heart to tell him that.

The apocalypse isolated Joel. He didn't have time to find anyone to hide with him, except some ghosts, (Lizzie, Jimmy and Scott) but they started to mess with him and it made him question his sanity so he reluctantly kicked them out.

Etho had a group, but they all either died or got infected. They all knew Scar wouldn't last two days, but it still hurt to lose him.

Joel, in an attempt to not go insane, went outside.

Etho, trying to clear his mind, also went outside.

That was the first human interaction either of them had in ages. Months for Joel, a week for Etho.

Etho couldn't bear to go back inside alone, and stare at Scar's empty chair wishing it were him. Joel offered to take Etho back with him. It'd give them someone to talk to, and take Etho away from the place his son died.

It was only meant to be a friendly gesture, but it turned into something more.

They like to joke about how well they complement one another. Etho is able to see over objects, Joel is able to fit under them! But really, they've provided each other with something they desperately needed. A sense of understanding. They may not talk about their pasts often, but when they need to, they're there.

They know it can't be healthy, relying so much on each other, but hey. The world as they knew it has ended, being alive is about as healthy as they can hope to get.

[andorskenobi]

Apple Pie | B. Floyd

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x f!Mitchell!Reader

Part 2

Summary: Moving around a lot as a child made feeling at home difficult for you as an adult, that was until you met Bob. Nickname: Vienna

Warnings: just pure fluff, bob (he's dangerously loveable)

a/n: in case you haven't noticed I really like Lizzy McAlpine, once again I really recommend this song it's very cute and I love it. also this is most likely going to have multiple parts so let me know if you'd be interested in that

w/c: 2,501

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You'd lived in North Island for two years now, but still it never quite felt like home. Granted, you never really understood what home felt like since you moved around so much as a child. You decided on North Island because it was the closest to home you'd ever felt growing up. The plan ending up working out in the end as your dad was called back to Top Gun.

You were excited to have your dad back in town, more so when he asked to meet you at the Hard Deck that evening. You sat in your usual spot at the bar talking with Penny when a group of pilots walked in, the taller blonde one catching your attention for a few seconds before you returned your attention to Penny.

"So tell me, who are you waiting for?" She had asked that at least for times since you had sat down, but you refused to tell her not wanting to spoil the surprise. Penny was one of the few women that your father had been with that you actually liked, excluding your mother of course. She'd passed when you were born, hence you growing up with your dad.

"I am not telling you, it's a surprise." Penny just huffed and turned her attention to another bar patron. You fiddled with the neck of your beer glancing back at the door every few seconds it seemed like.

"This seat taken?" You shook your head before looking at the source of the voice. He was another pilot, granted he didn't carry the pilot demeanor you'd grown used to over the years of being surrounded by both your dad and Iceman. He smiled at you as he sat down, politely waiting for Penny to notice him rather than hollering for her, which is what most of the patrons did.

You weren't sure if you should speak to him so you sat quietly beside him, feeling unusually shy in his presence. However, he spoke first for you.

"I'm Bob, by the way." He reached his hand out for you to shake, an action you took mental note of. You took his name and introduced yourself to him. The two of you began talking, he had been called back to Top Gun just like your father and he was a WSO. You told him about your dad and about growing up in the Navy. Conversation with him was shockingly easy.

You talked for what felt like ages before he asked if you wanted to go over to the pool tables where it was slightly quieter.

"Hey Pen, will you tell me when my dad get here?" You rolled your eyes as she winked at you and shooed you off.

The night moved by quickly laughing and talking with Bob, before you knew it more pilots were showing up. You didn't even notice that your dad was already here and watching you while talking to Penny. You were quick to make friends with the other pilots, Phoenix arguably becoming your favorite out of all of them.

"Oh c'mon, you can't be that good Hangman." You laughed as Hangman stared at you with an open mouth.

"What would you even know about flying, sweetheart." Bob watched you as you rolled your eyes at the cocky blonde.

"My dad's a pilot dipshit. A damn good one too." Before Hangman could retort a familiar voice rang through the bar.

"If it isn't Vienna, as I live and breathe." You smiled at the use of the nickname, you stood up to give him a hug. Besides your dad, he was the only person who made you feel the way you thought home was supposed to feel. Growing up he had always been like an older brother to you, so when he and your father fell out it was very hard for you to pick a side.

"So this is how you tell me your back stateside?" You ask as you pull back from the hug.

"Sorry?" You turn back to find the other pilots looking at the two of you in confusion.

"You guys know each other?" Hangman was the first to speak.

"Something like that." You figured Rooster didn't want them all to know about his father and your father so you kept it short.

The conversation drifted again so you were able to quietly return your attention back to Bob.

"Want another drink?" You asked noticing yours was empty.

Bob shook his head holding up his still practically full bottle, "I'm good. Want me to come with you?"

"No. I'll be quick, and plus Penny will protect me."

You smiled when you saw your dad sitting at the bar talking to Penny, "Hey old man."

Maverick smiled when he saw you, "So you've finally decided to grace your old man with your presence?"

"Oh shut up you're fine, besides you've had company." You winked, nodding your head towards Penny. You dad smiled at you shaking his head before giving you a side hug.

"I can't stay long, I told my company I would be fast. Wouldn't want to worry him." You turned to look at your dad, a small smile on your face. You'd missed him, to say it was nice to be with him again would be an understatement. "He's here ya know, you should try and speak with him. I don't know what happened between you two but I think Goose would have wanted you to fix whatever it is."

He shook his head, "Not tonight."

You sighed taking your drink and going back to join your new friends. The rest of the night was spent in good company, a smile never leaving your face. Slowly, people started funneling out of the bar and soon it was just you and Bob left.

"At least let me walk you home." You smiled at the offer before standing from where you sat.

"Okay fine, but promise you won't kidnap me." Bob shook his head at the joke, making you laugh.

"Let's go."

As the two of you walked you talked more, and the more you learned about him the more you began to like him. He was incredibly sweet and ever the gentleman.

"So what's with the nickname Rooster called you earlier?" You smiled to yourself remembering how you got the nickname.

"It's actually kind of stupid if you think about it, the nickname not the story, because the song is absolutely amazing. Anyways, growing up I would only listen to Vienna by Billy Joel, like that was the only thing I would listen to play anything else and I’d be upset. It got to the point that people just started calling me Vienna so it just kinda stuck with me through life. And plus the little sausage things are the only reason four year old me ate so there’s that too." You turned to look at Bob who was already looking at you with a smile on his face.

"It's not stupid, the nickname I mean. Vienna is an amazing song. Did you ever think about becoming a pilot?" Bob asked to continue the conversation.

"Not really. I mean I went through that phase every kid goes through growing up where they want to be just like their parent, but other than that I never actually wanted to follow the family name. It didn't really feel like me. But I did go as far as joining the Navy so I guess I did follow in my dad's footsteps at least a little. I'm sorry I'm rambling feel free to tell me to shut up."

"No, no, it's fine. Keep rambling." Your smile grew wider as you looked back over at Bob. When you didn't continue he spoke up, "What job do you have, in the Navy I mean."

"I'm a doctor, I work on base actually. Occasionally, I get deployed but not often." You would have kept talking but you realized you were at your house so you stopped, turning to fully face Bob as you did. "Welp, this is where our walk ends. It was nice getting to know you Bob, and I'm hoping since my dad is going to be your teacher I'll get to know you some more."

"I would like that, a lot actually."

The two of you stood looking at each other for a moment longer than any two people should before you gave in and placed a kiss to his cheek, "Goodnight, Bob."

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It had been a few weeks since you'd met Bob and to say that both of you had grown close would be an understatement. When you weren't busy with work or training you were hanging out. For the first time since you moved to North Island, you were actually starting to feel at home.

You were off of work for the day so you decided to go spend the day with Penny, who since moving back to North Island you'd grown even closer to. The two of you talked on the back deck of the Hard Deck, watching as the group of aviators played some strange game of football that your dad came up with.

"So, you and my dad, how's that going?" You asked when you caught Penny staring at him.

"I don't know what you mean, there is nothing happening there."

"Oh please, every time he's here something happens between the two of you. He's just too blind and dumb to realize he loves you." Penny smiles glancing back over to the group on the beach, her eyes inevitably landing on Maverick.

"Maybe, but I should be asking you the same question about your love life. What's the deal with you and Bob?" You feel the blush rise to your cheeks as you put your head down on the table trying to hide it.

You look back up, avoiding eye contact with Penny and instead watching the game as you spoke, "Nothing really, we're just really good friends."

Of course Penny didn't buy that in the slightest, but she dropped the subject and didn't push for more details. In all honesty you wanted Penny and your dad to actually work this time, she was almost like a mother to you and you could tell she made him happy. You allowed your thoughts to drift as you found yourself watching Bob. You had to resist the urge to celebrate when he scored.

Once they had finished playing Bob made his way over to you, a smile on his face. He waved at Penny before moving to give you a hug.

"You're sweaty, please don't hug me." You laughed as he acted offended. It was like music to Bob's ears, a sound he wished he could replay over and over in his mind.

"I was thinking."

"Oh that's dangerous." Bob rolled his eyes playfully shoving your shoulder.

"Would you maybe want to watch a movie or something at your place? We don't have to it's just an idea and I have free time tonight so, but I get if you don't want to." You smiled at his rambling before placing your hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"I would love to watch movies or something with you at my place, and it's okay to call it a date Bob." A tint of blush rose to his cheeks causing you to laugh.

When the two of you got back to your house you let Bob use your shower because he didn't want to get your couch all sweaty, but in truth you wouldn't really mind. However, him taking a shower gave you time to tidy up and prepare the necessary snack and drinks for watching a movie. You had just finished setting up the coffee table as a miniature snack bar almost when Bob walked out of your bedroom. You had to force yourself not to visibly react to his appearance. His hair was wet and hung in his face as he cleaned his glasses with his shirt.

He smiled when he caught you staring at him, but didn't say anything. Instead he walked over and sat down on the couch, picking the remote up as he did. Now it was his turn to stare at you.

"You going to sit?" You nodded your head, sitting beside him with your feet tucked underneath you.

After a debate about which movie you were going to watch you finally settled on Set It Up, a rom com with a guy who eerily looked a lot like Hangman. As the movie progressed you grew more and more comfortable in Bob's presence until you ended up with your head resting in his lap and his hand running through your hair. It was very comfortable, not just the way you were laying but Bob's being there in general. The only way you really knew to describe the feeling was like eating an apple pie that had been baked just right.

"Why apple pie baked just right?" You rolled over so you could face up at Bob, confusion evident on your face. "You were thinking out loud Vienna."

You brought your hands up to hide your face in embarrassment, but Bob moved them away making you look at him. There was a smile on his face as he waited for you to speak.

"I don't know, apple pie is my favorite desert but only if it's baked right, if not then it isn't good." You watched his facial expression as you spoke.

"So what you're saying is that being with me is like eating your favorite desert?" You nodded your head.

Bob's smile grew making one grow on your face as well, "I'm honored to remind you of your favorite desert."

Before you knew it the movie was over, and you found yourself wishing it wasn't. You worked up the courage to ask Bob if he wanted to stay while the two of you cleaned the living room.

"It's pretty late," You didn't get the chance to finish what you were going to say before Bob interrupted you.

"I'll stay, uh, if that's what you were going to ask. If not I just made this really awkward." Laughter filled the room as you laughed shaking your head.

"You didn't make it awkward, that's what I was going to ask."

"Oh good, that's good."

Bob insisted on staying in the living room while you changed into more comfortable clothes, only coming into your bedroom when you came and got him. The two of you stiffly laid in your bed until you rolled over tucking your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the smell of him and your soap. You felt Bob relax as he wrapped his arm around you, resting his cheek on your forehead. The comfort you felt around him was unreal almost, you'd never felt it with anyone. If this is what home was supposed to feel like then you wanted to stay here forever in this moment, just the two of you braving the newness of what you could only assume was the start of a relationship.

[chelleztjs18]

Cupcakes For My Cupcake (E.O)

Elizabeth Olsen x Short!Fem!Reader

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everybody calls Lizzie "The Y/n whisperer" for a reason or maybe two.

Warning: None, I think. Just a little teasing about height. But mainly FLUFF.

Requested: Yes.

A/N: Hello! I'm glad to say that I finally got some requests done and this is one of them. Thank you @honey-sweet-hiraeth for helping me brainstorming and picked the title. I was dealing with ear pain and couldn't think of any title.. lol. Also, this wasn't proofread well. Anyway, happy reading! I have another Lizzie fic coming. Enjoy!

“Cut!” Anthony, one of the directors exclaimed and the filming of a part of a scene stopped instantly. All the cast who are in this scene turn their head to him. “Uh, okay, Y/n, maybe we should try to move you somewhere else. I can barely see you from any angle if you are next to Hemsworth. It looks like you are gone completely when you stand next to him.” Anthony expresses his thoughts as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. His thinking face looks so obvious.

“Aww, come on y/n. Don’t be shy and hide behind me.” The Australian actor pitches a joke in a sing-song tone. You laugh. “I wasn’t hiding, it’s just your muscles are too bulky and taking my spot here.” Everybody laughs. It was a playful sarcasm but they found it funny.

Being 5 feet tall has its own pros and cons. People always think you are adorable. It’s not hard to find clothes your size and other perks. The cons? Well, of course they are no fun. Despite being called adorable sometimes makes you feel nice if it’s in certain circumstances by certain people. You are definitely not immune to some or perhaps lots of jokes about how short you are. Families and friends casually poking fun about it and you are used to it. Sometimes you play along but sometimes you don’t. And when you don't, they never take your retorts or feisty come back personally. They all love you.

For working situations, as an actress, it hasn’t been really an obstacle for you to get a role. Surprisingly, you got some projects with Marvel. It's no secret that your height has been a little something extra for the director to figure out especially on camera angles because your friends a.k.a other marvel casts are taller than you. Sometimes the directors think you are “drowning” when you are surrounded by them

Since you joined Marvel, you have officially taken Scarlett’s title as the shortest Marvel’s cast and she is pretty much happy about it because now, she is not the target for all those height jokes anymore. You are.

Today’s filming has been a little challenging for you. If you can be honest, you are tired and the jet lag from the time difference of different filming locations doesn’t help at all. You were excited when you woke up to go to work but then your mood descended as soon as you found out that Lizzie is not scheduled for today’s filming. Your friendship with her has been very close and inseparable. She is your favorite person you met through Marvel.

“How about if she stands next to Benedict?” Joe proposes his idea. “Yeah, we can try that.” Anthony agrees.

You follow their instructions to move next to the British actor and restart the scene filming. You understand that this is about your height but this time it agitates you a little, not to them but to your own shortself. You thought the angle problem had been solved this time but you were wrong.

“Cut! No, it still doesn’t work well. How about next to Mark? No. We can’t put her next to him either because of the Hulk visual effect.” Joe mumbles her thoughts.

“Maybe we should lift her up a bit with the invisible wire, put a little visual effect so she will look a little taller.” Benedict’s heavy voice and thick accent cover another teasing comment and this time you let out a fake bitter laugh but everybody’s laughter sounds really spontaneous. “Don’t mess with a short girl, Benedict. With wires or not, I still can kick your ass.”

"Ouh, you better be careful, Benedict. Don’t piss the little one off, you won’t be able to see where shorty goes and before you know it, you’ll get your ass kicked. " Another one of the cast, Josh Brolin, adds a remark, joining in with the other joking around. This time you only patch a quick smile and reply “Okay, purple giant. I guess, thanks?” Josh laughs at your snarky response.

“Y/n, how about standing on Jer's left? I think that would be the best. Sorry, y/n.” Anthony requests and he notices how tired you look and having a mood swing but he understands and even kindly apologizes to you.

Your stomach growls but not loud enough for anybody to hear. You are starving because you didn't get the chance to have breakfast. “Yeah sure. No problem.” You agree without hesitation and move again. Then they ask you to wait for them to check the view from different angles. 

“Don’t worry, y/n. We all know that you are vertically challenged, we’ll figure out the best angle so fans will see you in this scene.” One of the camera crews pointed out more as he laughed with others and that was it. You are on your limit on being bombarded with endless height jokes.

“Well, I believe that making fun of the short girl really IS the best way to let out everyone know you are compensating for a ‘sizeably’ challenged dick.” Just like that you blew up a little and you made the air quote. “Oooohhhhh burn!” everybody reacts in unison at your reply to him.

“Dang! Y/n! Mic drop.” Anthony Mackie was genuinely surprised by your words and a few seconds after that everybody laughed along with the guy that you addressed your frustration just now.

“You know what? I’m sorry, I need a few minutes.” With that, you walk off the set to your trailer.

“Uh-oh. She is pissed.” Jeremy comments as he watches you walk away. “Of course, she is. It was like one after another of jokes you guys threw at her. Poor y/n. She’s not in the mood today.” Scarlett finally breaks her silence.

“Oh yeah, shit. How couldn’t we notice that? Lizzie’s not here today. I guess we kinda forgot the line with the jokes.” The god of thunder actor points out his realization.

“So, should we call the ‘Y’n whisperer’ to make her feel better? Lizzie has been the only one who can calm her down or cheer her up.” Mackie lets out the first solution that came up in his mind.

“It’s Lizzie’s day off, we can’t call her for that.” Chris Evans disagrees. “Well, just let her take her time a little bit. We all can take a break. It’s almost lunch time anyway.” The directors announced.

Little do everybody know, Scarlett stepped aside and reached her phone to call Lizzie but she got no answer. A minute later Lizzie walks in with her hands full. The security guards help her to bring some more stuff in.

“Hi everybody! I cooked some food for lunch. Come and get it!” She greets as she puts on the tables where the food usually is. The casts right away greet her and go to the table to have lunch together.

One by one they thank Lizzie for the food. “Where is Y/n?” It was the first question that jumped out of Lizzie’s lips as her eyes searched for her while she set the food.

“Y/n walked off the set. The boys pissed her off.” Scarlett answers quickly. “Aww, did you guys joke around about her height again?” Lizzie guessed with a knowing look.

“Not me. It was Hemsworth, Benedict, Josh and one of the camera crew, I forgot his name.” Jeremy denies and casually tells Lizzie who did it with a little laugh. “But she gave a great come back to him though. It was awesome and she was feisty!” Mackie proudly tells Lizzie about you while he scoops some food to his plate.

“And she called Josh ‘purple giant, don’t forget that’.” RDJ slips in a comment and they all laugh. “Well, she is probably tired and hungry. I made her favorite food so I’m gonna find her and talk to her.” Lizzie casually speaks and grabs one brown paper bag that was separated from others. With a smile, she walks away to find you.

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You heard a knock on your trailer door. “I’ll be on the set in a few minutes.” You subtly refuse to open the door to whoever it is behind the door.

“Y/n, it’s me. Let me in, please. I cooked your favorite food.” Oh that voice feels like rain on a desert. It soothes you and lifts up your spirit. Your favorite person comes to surprise you. You quickly opened the door and a wide smile welcomed her. “Lizzie!” You open your arms inviting her into your hug.

“Hey you, grumpy Gus. Whatcha doin here?” Lizzie jokingly greets you and hugs you tight and rubs your back then walks in. “Oh, nothing. Just need a little break.” You smile awkwardly then close your door and back to your chair.

Lizzie puts the paper bag on the table and takes a seat face to face with you. “I heard what happened.” She starts the conversation and grabs your hand tenderly. Her thumb delicately rubs the back of your hand, making your heart leap.

In a millisecond, you are not upset anymore. You feel better. “Yeah, I didn’t mean to be a bitch about it. You know me, I usually don’t mind their jokes about me being short. I was just not in the mood I guess.” You try to keep your cool in front of her while explaining to her.

“I know, y/n. You are tired and hungry. Also, you miss me aaand my cooking." She scrunches her nose and confidently shows you how well she knows you and followed by a little laugh as her sparkling green eyes look at you.

"Yes, yes and no." You tease her by your pretend disagreement that you miss her and your cooking. She was right, you miss her. That's what trigger your mood swing in the first place.

"Ooh?? Okaaay. I see how it is now. You don't miss me and my cooking? Alright then, I will go right now and take this with me." Lizzie cutely plays along with your joke and pretends that she is leaving with the bag she brought.

"No..no..no.. Wait.. wait.. I was just kidding. Yes, I miss you and your cooking.. Happy now?" You admit it in defeat and giggle as you grab her hand. She turns around. You hear her laughing and saying " Yes, I am. You know me, I love it when I'm right." She gently taps your nose with the tip of her finger followed by her adorable giggle.

"Now, where is my food?" You ask as you rub both of your palms excitedly.

"Well, it's on the table where we usually eat. Everybody is eating now but I also made this special for you." She slides the small brown paper bag to you.

"Really? Special for me?? Sweet!!" You quickly open the bag and pull out a box of it like a little kid on Christmas morning. Her warm forest green eyes are drinking the view in awe. Cherishing every second she has with you.

"Cupcakes for my cupcake." She said, her eyes sparkling with adoration and love. She always loves seeing your excitement every time she makes something for you.

"Chocolate cupcake!!" You exclaimed with an ear to ear smile.

"Uh-huh. With Scarlet Witch red frosting too. Since you like her so much." She points it out in a proud tone.

"Yes, I like her so much but I love the actress that plays her." You casually speak as your finger takes a little of the frosting and you taste it. You hum in such enjoyment with your eyes closed.

You and Lizzie are really close friends. Both of you sometimes casually express how much you love each other or compliment each other and even tease each other.

"Gosh, I love everything you cook and bake. They are always so delicious." You compliment with a satisfied sigh.

"Don't tell the others that I brought you these cupcakes because I only made them for you." She giggles. "Oh, wow. I'm that special. I'm honored, Liz."

"Of course you are." Lizzie leans and gives one quick soft kiss on your cheek before she stands up. You died a little inside with happiness for a few seconds. The feeling of her lips brushing your cheek makes your lungs forget what oxygen is.

"You are my favorite short girl, remember?" She jokingly pats your head.

"Well, special for you, you can call me short or joke about my height anytime you want. I don't mind." You voluntarily propose the idea.

She laughs louder and the sound of it makes your brain turn into a puddle. "I know, honey. Now, let's go have lunch. Everybody's waiting for us." She grabs your hand and leads you out of your trail.

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“Y/n! You are back! Come here, have lunch with us!” Scarlet welcomes you in such a thrill. “Well, look who’s back!” Jeremy gives the same excited tone as Scarlet did.

“See! I told you! Lizzie, the ‘Y/n whisperer’ ! I was right. Only Lizzie can cheer Little Miss Grumpy back and bring her here.” Pride sounds clear in Mackie’s tone.

“Hi guys! I’m back!” You greeted them with a cheerful tone, totally opposite from how you were earlier.

“Come sit here” Hemsworth’s heavy voice chimes in as he points at two empty chairs between him and Benedict. You take your seat. “Y/n, we are sorry if our jokes crossed the line.” The man with the red cloak apologizes on behalf of everybody.

“Oh no. It’s okay. I’m sorry too that I was a little over reacting.” You stated.

“A little? You were a total drama queen earlier.” Mackie blurted out playfully. You know he was joking. “Well, an adorable short drama queen.” The buff blonde man wraps his arms around your shoulders close to him in a brotherly manner. You gotta admit that what Mackie and Hemsworth said were funny.

“Okay, y/n. Here, I already prepared a plate for you from home.” The brunette lays the plate of food in front of you. You thank her and instantly take a bite of it.

"Oh my god. My favorite..So good.." another praise comes out of your lips as you eat. You even dance a little from how delicious it tastes.

"Wait, Y/n got a special prepared plate? Wow. You both need to date, seriously." The archer cast finally vocalized what everybody has been thinking.

You choke a little from the comment and grab a drink right away. You look at Lizzie, she doesn't say anything but all smiling complete with blushing cheeks.

"What–uh what did you mean?" You clear your throat nervously as you stutter with your question.

“Oh please y/n. You know what he meant. We all know you both are VERY close." Scarlett stated with a knowing smile.

"Yeah, like Mackie said, Lizzie is the only one that can cheer you up whenever you are not in the mood. Everytime Lizzie comes to the set or any event, you are the first person that she will ask or look for." RDJ adds more facts to back Scarlet up.

"Well, look at you now. Just from eating what Lizzie cooked, you are a completely different person now, all smiling and dancing. Earlier you were a feisty little woman." Chris Evans laughed out loud with his hands on his chest as soon as he finished talking.

"And, Lizzie here keeps smiling. Not saying a word says a lot about this, darling" The tall British guy takes his turn pitching in his opinion. As Lizzie sits between him and you.

You look at her, and Benedict was right. Lizzie is all smiling yet not saying even a word, you start to think if she agrees with everybody that you both need to date. Does it mean she likes you?

You have been having a crush on her for a little while now. You don't know what to do because you are worried it will change your friendship. Also, you think that there is no way the goddess of beauty herself will like you back more than as a friend.

You try your luck to find out by playing along with them and joke "Well, maybe if she'd ask me out we would be dating already." You try your best to look as if you're joking but deep down you were actually serious about it. That's actually the thought you have been thinking every time you have a "what if Lizzie.." thinking session by yourself.

"Oooohhhhh" the cast exclaimed all at once, very thrilled. “The truth has come out!” Hemsworth exclaimed as he raised his hand up as if he just won something.

Lizzie finally hinted in a subtle way the truth from her side. “Y/n, you’re already coming over for movie night, tonight. I’ll order take out and we can cuddle on the couch and call it a date.” She innocently smiles, glances at you and then takes another bite of her food.

“It’s a date!!” Mackie shouted in elation. Without a doubt, the others cheer.

Meanwhile, you marveled at what Lizzie said and how she nonchalantly addressed it. A pat she gives you on your shoulder brought you back from your daze. “You okay?” Her gaze really lifted your mood and calmed you down. It felt like a caffeine buzz and sedative at the same time.

“Y-yeah. I’m okay.” Once again, you stutter. You got a warm, fuzzy feeling.

After lunch, everybody walks back to the set and you are the last one at the table. “Well, Liz, I gotta go back to the set. Thank you for the lunch and the cupcake. I love it. You made my day.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you tonight for our first date.” Excitement raced through her. She glows inside. You feel drunk in happiness as you get another kiss on your cheek before you walk away.

You felt giddy and couldn't stop smiling. Tonight, you will have your first date with the woman who always has her way to your heart.

A/n: Well, that's it for today. I hope you enjoy the fluff! I'm in the mood of fluff writing, so you'll see more fluff coming. Reblog and comment are highly appreciated! Follow me for more. See you!

Cheerio!

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[sophisticatedfae]

❝ you're not alone. you'll never be alone. not as long as i'm here. ❞

Lizzy was walking lazily around the book store grabbing anything that caught her eye. This was her favorite place to be in this small unforgiving town. Having a bit of a past here was like being a witch back during the Salem witch trials. Your past mistakes would never be forgotten. Though she wasn’t the only person in this little hell hole who was always made out to be some sort of quote unquote evil. The man who lived in the woods for as long as she could always remember was treated the same way as her.

I mean all she did was steal a car in her teen years but if you think the towns folk would forgive her you’d be wrong. Ever since that day she volunteered to help gather Eriks necessities from town and bring them to him. Though he’s told her she could stop anytime Lizzy used this as an excuse to see the handsome man whom never seemed to age.

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Stepping into Erik’s little home she smiled at the familiar smells and sights. Though he was no where to be seen Lizzy set down the brown paper bag of groceries oh the table and unloaded it. Place it the food into its place she smiled at the single coffee mug in the sink. Lizzy began to write a note to leave on his table where he’d find it.

*Hey Erik don’t worry no one broke into your home it was just me. I put away your groceries for you so they wont spoil. I hope you have an amazing weekend. I’m not sure if you have a phone but below is my number text me or call me if you’d like. And always remember… you're not alone. you'll never be alone. not as long as i'm here.

(055)627-7338. Your favorite lackey Lizzy*

Placing the note on top of his current book she turns to leave looking at her feet not realizing he had walked into the home, she ran right into his chest and yelps.

“Erik! What in gods name?!” She cocks her head to the side “Do you enjoy sneaking up on pretty girls?” She laughs backing up to look at the much taller man.

[minecraftbookshelf]

Marriage of State AU Character Designs: The Ocean Queen

Lizzie has two primary character designs for this au, which I currently refer to as Pre-Plot Event and Post-Plot Event, or Tall Lizzie and Taller Lizzie.

Pre-Plot Event/Tall Lizzie is already very clearly The Blue Axolotl, but other than being blue and a bit on the larger side there really isn't anything to distinguish her from the average axolotl hybrid.

In this form she is just barely over seven and a half feet tall, [Relevant Height Chart] so she is still the tallest of the emperors, though if Xornoth thinks tall thoughts and you count their antlers then the two of them are about the same height.

(side note that axolotls are bottom-dwellers, in that in the wild irl they live in the mud at the bottom of their native lake in Mexico. Minecraft axolotls have a wider range, but they still live primarily deep underwater or in caves. All of this is to say, Axolotls do not have great eyesight and primarily navigate by smell. Lizzie, not being only an axolotl, isn't blind but she is definitely near-sighted. She refuses any kind of corrective lenses.)

Lizzie does have three frills on each side of her head, the lowest just at the hinge of her jaw and the others going up behind her ears, these are her gills. (Axolotls have both gills and lungs, but most if not all aquatic hybrids have both gills and lungs, regardless of the nature of their non-hybrid counterparts, with the obvious exceptions of dolphin hybrids and other similar species where they don't have gills at all) The "stalk" part of each frill is blue and the frilly parts are more brown in color.

She has claws and some minimal webbing on her toes and fingers (axolotls don't have a whole lot of that) And also lots of very, very sharp teeth. She does also have a tail.

Post-Plot Lizzie/Taller Lizzie is Ten Foot Tall Lizzie, the blue outline on the height chart. She gets a growth spurt and is just a little bit less humanoid and a little bit more axolotl-oid. Her eyes are completely black after this (and her eyesight has gotten just a little bit worse and her sense of smell better) Her proportions are just the slightest bit...off now too (operating from a humanoid baseline). Her mouth opens just a bit too wide, she has just a few too many teeth, her limbs aren't set quite right and aren't quite the right length. Her tail is much more prominent in this form as well, having gone from basically a steering (in the water) aide to capable of propelling her through the water with a single stroke.

This is also where the fact that The Blue Axolotl is a divine title and not just a description becomes much more obvious.

Costuming!

We have two "oceanic" skins from canon to look at.

The wedding dress and The Blue Axolotl look.

My general take away from these is "high-low hemlines" and "off the shoulder" with a side of *squinting in 'empire waist???'*

When considering what visual effects I wanted for Lizzie in particular the primary consideration was what would underwater royalty look like and why?

And I came away with a combination of "threat display" and "ecosystem"

All of which boiled down comes to a concept of oceanic royal style is made up of easily removable layers.

On the outside you are going to have something thin and billowy, probably with lightly weighted hems so it swirls well. Something that will flow around the individual in question and give them a shifting, flaring silhouette.

Something like these designs from Hassidriss Coture collections

(pls note this isn't "this exactly" this is about the vibes)

This one from the ss19 collection

and then this piece called Lucid Dream from the ss20 collection.

Very high fantasy vibes specifically of the thin, translucent layers variety.

The key to these thin, translucent layers is that they can be shed in an instant. Because there are going to be lots of situations in which the royal in question has to move quickly, and lots of fabric creates lots of drag. So the long flowy skirts and capes and arm-pieces can be shucked off in seconds and left behind, leaving a much more fitted under-layer.

A lot of these outfits also wouldn't transition well from underwater to over-water, at least without a lot of very specific enchantments (which are a possibility) so its highly likely that for a lot of occasions Lizzie would actually have two outfits made to be very similar, one for underwater and one to change into once she is on land and needs to make a grand entrance without looking like a bedraggled piece of seaweed.

There is also a lot of jewelry and sleeves and accessories made out of lightweight beadwork crafted from shells and such that floats just enough to look cool, as well as heavier pieces more similar to dryland accessories. Beads and shells and strings in hair are also common, usually styled in a way to help keep it out of the face, even when underwater. (Lizzie's space buns are part of this sort of hairstyle.)

EDIT: I completely forgot to mention that Lizzie usually is carrying a trident, both as a ceremonial thing and also as her weapon of choice. It is decorated with bits of prismarine, both charm-style and as inlay, with the glactic enchantment runes engraved in lapis and mother of pearl.

EDIT 2: Lizzie has lightweight netherite plate armor inlaid with prismarine

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Official Art!

Jimmy || Joel ||

AU Masterpost

[deus-and-the-machina]

MCYT Yuri week - Day 4, transgendered

ngl I didn't know what I was going to do for this one until a few days ago plus DAY TWO OF BEING SICK WOOHOO so it's once again short but sweet. Support on ao3 and all of that, I have longer works planned for the last three days that I'm excited to share!

go check out @mcyt-yuri-week and all the cool stuff people are making!

Joel glanced at herself in the mirror. It felt…good. Seeing herself shirtless with an impressively padded and stuffed bra made the Queen of Mezalea stand up just a little taller. But when she caught a glimpse of what was behind her… “Not gonna lie babe, I don’t think those’ll fit me.” 

Lizzie was taking out several dresses from her wardrobe, tossing them onto the bed. “Nonsense, we can always get them resized!”

Contrary to her own insisting, Joel was not, in fact, seven or eight feet tall. She was a very modest, not unimpressive mind you, five foot six. Or 67 inches if you were correct about it. 

And her gorgeous fish wife was only, oh, ten feet tall or so. 

After picking out a final piece of clothing, she swept them up in her arms and marched proudly over to her. “I wasn’t that much smaller than you when I wore these last, I thought about throwing them out but eh, sentimental attachment and all. And look! They had a use after all.” She reached around Joel to draw one of the dresses against her body. It was a bit short at the ankle, but the material was stretchy and comfortable.

Joel could’ve done this with plenty of tailors in her own empire, and indeed she’d still have to get properly fitted after this, but she’d do anything to be able to spend more time with her wife.

“Or if you don’t like that one, here’s a skirt instead.” Lizzie pulled the dress away and threw a new article of clothing at her. “And here’s a blouse, another skirt, two more dresses, and–oh of course! Shoes!”

“Okay, your shoes definitely won’t fit me.” With a wave of her hand, Lizzie shooed her off and went rummaging through her closet once more.

“Jewelry?”

“Of course,” Joel puffed her chest up. “What would royalty be without our glorious shinies?”

“Normal people, probably.” They had a good laugh at that. 

“Awwwww,” as she exited her dresser, Lizzie seemed to be suddenly overcome with affection. “I’m so glad you asked me to do this!” She wrapped her arms around Joel’s middle and tucked Joel’s head under hers, making the Mezalean queen her human pillow. 

Every now and again, Joel was reminded of just how amazing it was to have a giant fish wife as she picked her up and spun her around. “Yes, It’s amAZING–whoa!”

She set Joel down with a giggle. Sighing, she turned towards the mirror and put her hands on her hips.

“Alright, let’s get serious. Dress me up, dear!”

[married-to-google-translater]

Can I get some Riddle fem! s/o who doesnt want to wear heels because she doesnt want to be taller than Riddle? some fluff headcanons please!! (Like Lizzie with Ciel, also the S/O is at least like 5'0 or 5'1)

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was 1cm taller than you.

It really wasn't much.

But when you're a thirdest shorten student in school, it feels surprisingly good.

( Only Epel, Ortho and Lilia are shorter than him. )

Riddle mentally celebrated.

But since you are a woman you could wear high heels.

At first it didn't bother him.

( Riddle uses them too. )

But it still bothers him.

because being tall feels good.

You notice that he is irritated.

And you want to be a good partner and not hurt your dog friend's feelings.

So that's why you usually don't wear high heels.

At first, Riddle would be worried when you suddenly just stop wearing high heels.

He would wonder if someone had bullied you for it.

Riddle would try to talk to you and find out what happened.

When he hears the reason Riddle blushes.

No one has thought about her feelings this much.

Riddle would try to hide the blush with a hug.

After that, he might kiss your forehead.

[executethyself35]

Let's See How Far We've Come: Episode 1

pairings: BoB x ocs

a/n: the time throughout the day might seem wonky, has actually been proofread, for future chapters: this is based off of the show and the actors representations of these men, i mean no offense to the actual veterans.

warnings: slight cursing

Toccoa, Georgia, 1942 

Everyone got to the barracks at different times, trains coming from different states and cities taking somewhat longer or shorter. The first one there was probably Eliza Thomlin. With her being from Asheville and all. Eliza arrived at 5 am and waited for maybe five hours until another girl came. The girl was taller than Eliza. Her skin was much paler than Eliza's, with a near-white complexion. Her curly blonde hair framed her pretty face. The girl then introduced herself.

“Hello my name’s Torrance, everyone calls me Torrie though,” she had a British accent, which was strange being that they were in the south.

“I’m Eliza, ain’t you supposed to be on the other side of the pond?” asked Eliza. 

Before answering, Torrie let out a laugh, “Yea, I guess so, but I haven’t been to the other side since I was 15.” 

 “Well, I didn’t expect that, where are you from now?” Eliza let out a chuckle.

 “Hattiesburg, Mississippi, you?” 

 “Asheville, North Carolina, I’ve been sitting here for 5 hours waiting for someone to show up.” 

 “Well, you got someone to talk to now,” Torrie laughed again. Eliza smiled, she knew she was gonna have a friend here. About an hour later, a dark-skinned girl showed up, who spoke quickly with a clear New Orleans accent. “Y’all here for the female parachute infantry?”

 Eliza immediately replied, “Yup, what’s your name?”

 “Olive-Marie LeBeau, most people call me Olive though,” the girl replied.

 “I’m Eliza.” 

 Torrie piped in, “And I’m Torrie,” her accent seemed to surprise Olive.

“Well at least it’s nice to see a familiar face,” Olive replied. Over the hour that Eliza and Torrie were talking, Eliza found out Torrie was mixed and just so happened to be albino also. “Yea, it is, you look shocked by my accent” Torrie replied.

Olive laughed, “Well, you don’t hear a British accent in America all that often.”   Torrie replied, “Well you got that right.” 

A few hours later two other girls showed up. They were around the same height. One had olive skin and medium brown hair, and the other had tan skin and black hair. The black-haired one spoke up immediately, “What’s all y’all’s names? I’m Bianca Hernandez.” 

 Everyone introduced themselves except the brown-haired girl. “What’s your name girl?” asked Olive.

“I’m Marselle Rosaliano,” the girl answered in a sweet tone. “I like your hair, Eliza, it suits your eyes.” 

Eliza was bright ginger with bright green eyes, and that comment made her face as bright as her hair. It was later into the afternoon and the girls who had shown up already had retreated inside the barracks. There was a knock on the door, Bianca had yelled for whoever it was to come in. In walked the tallest of the girls gathered, she was built and had long black hair and dark eyes, and she looked menacing. Bianca asked, “What’s your name?”

“It’s Zipporah Fieldman,” said the girl. 

Bianca grinned while lying on her side in one of the barracks beds. “Well, I’m gonna call you Zippo because there’s no way in hell I’m gonna remember that.”

Zippo let out a chuckle, “That’s better than Zippy, what’s your name?”

 “Bianca,” she replied. 

“Well, I’ll call you B.”

 B chuckled, “That’s creative.”

“Yea and so is Zippo asshole,” Zippo replied grinning. Everyone started talking and having a good time and started creating nicknames for the ones who didn’t have one already. Olive became Ollie. They tried to make Eliza ‘Lizzy’ until she shot that down in a heartbeat angrily, no one questioned it and they moved on. Marselle politely declined being given a nickname. 

It was about 2 hours later and what seemed to be the last of the girls had arrived. She seemed to be about Marselle and B’s height, she had dark red hair and pale skin, she and Eliza looked like they could be sisters. She knocked on the door and walked into the barracks. Everyone stopped talking and looked up at her. Until Zippo perked up “What’s your name?”

“Mary McCullen,'' the girl introduced herself.

“I’m Zippo, that’s B, that’s Ollie, that’s Torrie, that’s Marselle, and that’s Eliza,” Zippo introduced herself and everyone else. Everyone greeted each other and started shooting the shit. Until one last girl barged into the room. She looked like she was ready to give everyone an order, she glared at all of them. A look that made all the girls get out of their beds and stand at attention. Now, she was the tallest out of all of them, she had short straight blonde hair. She spoke with an authoritative tone. “I’m Lieutenant Harten, I’ll be leading you ladies. You girls are now officially apart of the 101st Airborne, you neanderthalettes are gonna be apart of the 506th’s E Company, you all better prove yourself tomorrow and show that a women���s division isn’t a stupid idea, because tomorrow is when you meet the boys of Easy and show them what you’re made of. Now go get some food because for some reason they decided to keep y’all separate from the boys for as long as possible,” the Lieutenant let out a laugh. And so it begins…

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[siriannatan]

“I hear them whispering when I walk by…” - fWhimmy

As with the whole series, the prompt was found @deity-prompts

I wanted to write fWhip with a cane for the longest time And I think Grimlands crown definitely needs to be based on Wither Roses :}

AO3

Jimmy had a small problem with a certain king of a nation neighbouring his small empire. Mythland seemed incapable of remembering where the agreed borders were. Talking to Gem who seemed to be his closest and most agreeable ally didn't help matters much. Lady Pearl just shrugged it as Sausage being Sausage. It would seem no one in the whole Wither Rose Alliance could control the knight-king of Mythland. Unless...

He heard from Scott, his good friend and ally, that there was one more empire in the Idiot Alliance - Grimlands. Unfortunately the young - according to Scott so who knew how young he actually was - count rarely left his manor within Eastvale. And while usually, Jimmy would deal with his 'enemies' - Sausage was honestly more of an annoyance than anything - himself with brutality and force, he'd rather not annoy Lizzie by starting a war... Again. So against what he'd rather do he set off to meet with Grimlands' 'young' count.

Grimlands... Scott's talking did no justice to the settlement nestled in the surrounded by mountains plains. The slight corruption of some sort breaking from the ground was a bit worrisome but Jimmy dared to assume locals knew how to deal with it. The raised rail leading to the distant mines was impressive but not as much as the count's manor towering over everything within the valley. Even the gunpowder 'factory'. Jimmy knew enough about surface technology to know it was just pens of creepers and some sort of machines refining the raw gunpowder into the slightly more stable product Grimlands sold as all sorts of explosives.

Just as he landed he realised that in his neighbour-related annoyance, he forgot to schedule a meeting. Or maybe he just got used to Joel always being up for a meeting with other rulers? Whatever the reason he could not just turn back now. It'd look weird. The least he could do was find someone who could get him a meeting scheduled. So to the town hall, he went and to his surprise was told where he could find the count to just talk to him today.

So with no complaining, Jimmy thanked them and went where they directed him to. A vast field of black roses - Grimlands special  Wither Roses - that thrived on the corrupted ground and were the symbol of the empire. Not explosives, not the red gems that caused the corrosion. The roses. And quite honestly, as dangerous as they were, Wither Roses were quite beautiful.

But the roses weren't the only pretty thing. Other than Jimmy there was only one other person in the whole huge field of darkened soil and black flowers. Average - from what Jimmy understood about humans - height human man with soft-looking, ginger hair, not too different from Gem's, with a black crown resting among the slight curls. He wore a heavy-looking coat despite the warm sun. His heavy boots left easy-to-follow tracks on the safe paths between the flowers. His right hand - he wore dark thick looking gloves as well - was clutching a sturdy but masterfully decorated cane.

"Count fWhip I presume?" Jimmy asked after closing the distance, he did stay out of the cane's reach.

The count slowly turned to face him. He was really leaning heavily on that cane. Not that Jimmy paid it much mind. He instantly understood what Scott meant when he said the count was pretty. Dark blue eyes, flawless but slightly worryingly pale skin. A pair of goggles fighting for space around his neck with a thick knit scarf. And the crown was apparently based on the Wither Roses. A dark metal flower crown. Cute...

"Yes, and you are?" the count asked, straightening his back to look a bit taller.

"Jimmy, the Cod Father of the Cod Empire, one of your allies is my neighbour and has been disrespecting our borders for months at this point," Jimmy explained, offering the count a bow Joel taught him.

fWhip thought on it for a second and... "They never tell me anything," he sighed and winced as he shifted.

"Should we move this indoors?" Jimmy offered. "Open field doesn't strike me as a place to discuss politics," he added so fWhip would not think he was talking about the cane. 

fWhip nodded and led Jimmy back to the town. Jimmy carefully matched his speed to the count's slightly limping walk. It gave him more time to appreciate how beautiful the valley was in late spring. And he even saw the train moving between Eastvale and the mines right next to the flower fields. It was really impressive.

"You're not going to say anything?" fWhip asked when the train's noise died down.

"The train's really impressive, I have no..." Jimmy started but a bitter chuckle stopped him. Did he say something wrong?

"About my dumb leg, I meant. Everyone has something to say about it and I'd rather you say it to my face than talk behind my back," fWhip sighed, shaking his head as he stopped to look at Jimmy. “I hear them whispering when I walk by... I think they think my hearing's worse than it is,” he chuckled, dry and bitter.

"It is what it is, what's more, to say here? Does it make you any less capable of ruling?" Jimmy shrugged. He didn't see any problem there. He knew rulers - now long dead but that's life - who had many imperfections but were still very effective leaders and rulers.

"Maybe if I was meant to rule here before... stuff maybe people would look over it but as things are everyone's overly worried about me," he shrugged and resumed their slow walk. "I haven't heard a word about your border thing with my lovely older brother before today, I rarely hear about things happening outside Grimlands. My siblings and Pearl keep things to themselves and don't involve me. Other rulers just go to them unless they really have to... It's annoying. I think Scott's the only one who just goes right to me."

"Well, I thought you just didn't really care," Jimmy shrugged. Damn, Grimlands was pretty save for the spikes of red rocks and crystals spreading from the mines.

"No, I definitely do care, just no one bothered to say anything... And the trains run on coal. It heats up water and makes steam that..." 

Jimmy honestly got instantly lost as fWhip explained how the trains worked but still listened to it intently. fWhip had a very pleasant to listen-to voice. Like Scott and his endless rants about elven history and architecture. Pretty to look at and pleasant to listen to. Unfortunately, they eventually walked through the city - most citizens looked at Jimmy due to his height of nearly eight feet and that he was not salmon-merfolk. To Jimmy's shock, there was a whole small village of Salmon-merfolk by a river.

"Refugees of their old royalty's stupid wars," fWhip explained and Jimmy tried to keep his hostility to cod's biggest enemies. They were civilians, they came here to escape their ruler's stupidity.

The talk about the border problem was a different matter and enough of a distraction.

"Well, the main problem is that Sausage does not like being told what to do. And unfortunately, he won't listen even to my words. He needs to see things... So how would you feel about having a big hole be your border with Mythland?" fWhip only needed one look at the map once he was sat by his meeting table.

"Big hole?" Jimmy asked. He was a bit confused as to what fWhip meant.

"Basically, we'd blow up a big hole along the border so no one can miss or misinterpret or question it," fWhip clarified with a wide smile. "Don't worry, we'll do it in the safest way possible. And agreeing on a bridge should be easier than a border," he added, maybe to calm Jimmy.

And so, a week later, Jimmy, Sausage, Gem and shocking everyone but Jimmy, fWhip gathered by the border and watched it blow up. Jimmy was glad he didn't tell Lizzie about it. Just seeing the resulting hole had her almost fainting. 

Less border conflict gave Jimmy more time to talk to Scott - and now fWhip. But mostly with Scott, about fWhip and how cute he was when talking about explosions.

[purpleandstarlight]

I feel like chapter two of the Kuroshitsuji manga does a horrible job of introducing Lizzy and her relationship with o!Ciel?

I love them both to death and (although I don't ship them bc they're literally cousins) I am very fond of their interactions most of the time.

But that one chapter really wasn't it. Maybe it was Yana's intention, like a fake out, or maybe it was just that she didn't have all of the details about them straight yet, but compared to any other interaction they have, it's off character for both of them.

In that chapter, o!Ciel acts like Lizzie's presence is a bother he's just putting up with, almost slaps her (in a justified fit of anger, but it's not the best move nonetheless) and at the end, while he does end up making her happy, it doesn't give me the good vibes it usually gives me, since this one time he had a right with being upset and he was just putting on a mask for her sake.

Lizzie appears much more selfish than she usually is. Lizzy's whole deal is that she wants to protect "Ciel" and be there for him to support him and make him happy. Even if he's different from when they were kids because of his trauma she knows nothing about (and the fact that he isn't the same person in the first place, but she didn't know that yet), she never makes it a fault of him and she still loves him. This is very mature, and something shes been doing since she was literally eleven. She can go a bit overboard sometimes when trying to cheer him up, as she herself states in the birthday chapter, and ending up making things worse (Because she's literally a kid, no one can fault her for that) but she's doesn't get into his business too much. She never brings up his past in front of him. She's also observant enough to notice that he wears high heels to feel taller and genuinely goes out of her way to make him less self conscious about his height, so I find it hard to believe that she would be so insistent on taking off his Family Ring and even going as far as breaking in because "she didn't know it was important.".

Sure, she can notice something as minimal and unspoken as him wearing heels to look less like a tiny child when working in an adult world, but not think that 'Hey, maybe the family ring (you know, the family who died in very traumatic circumstances only a few years ago) could be kind of important to him"? I find that hard to believe.

Also the thing that Mei-Rin, Finny and Bard didn't know who she was, even though they've been working there for AT LEAST a year. I know Yana probably just wanted a way to introduce her as his fiance and cousin to the readers, but she could have done it in a way that doesnt make it seem like Lizzie's never around when, actually, she's frequently shown coming into the Manor from that point onward during the entirety of the manga. The Phantomhive Manor is home as much as her own house is. She spent a lot of time there with R!Ciel, Angelina and Rachel. It is also the house of his fiance, and she's canonically shown to not give a shit and show up completely by surprise there often (Her first introduction. The Circus arc when o!Ciel wasn't even home. That time where she came into the Manor to tell him about her trip on the Campania at the beginning of the arc). So forgive me for finding it hard to believe that they wouldn't know her.

Anyway yeah these are just my thoughts. Live love laugh Ciel and Lizzie

[hearts401]

wait I forgor that the reason I was in your ask box was bc I wanted to say that your art is rlly cool and reminded me why I liked fnaf in the first place!! :]

(Also if you don't mind id love to hear some headcanons you have for the aftons ehe)

DSJDSFKJD TYYY OUHFUH Thats so sweet omg :(((

OOH BOY HEADCANONS FOR THE AFTONS (Not gonna include mrs.afton aside from vague mentions simply bc i dont care about the implied existence of a wife for william lmaoo)

Elizabeth

-8 years old

-audhd

-I am an intense ginger hair lizzie truther. SHE IS NOT BLONDE!!!! I REFUSE!!!

-She looooves circuses and would dress herself and her friends up as clowns a lot. her love for makeup sparked it and then it went on from there

-music stims galore!! humming, patting her legs, bouncing to the sound of music

-likes first person shooters!! not an a "cute girl likes edgy games" way but in the way that she genuinely enjoys them! shed rlly love shooting games. shed also likes games liek stardew and animal crossing bc shed like getting to know the villagers. (ik these games dont fit the timeline of the 80's but whatever idc) she'd like those gun games at amusement parks too

-lots of energy!!! you cannot stop her!!!!!

-her fav ice cream is mint chocolate chip

-shes not close with her brothers, much closer with her father. because of her fathers distance, however, this results in her feeling lonely a lot, but shes not willing to get involved in whatever her brothers are doing

-LOVES SPRING!!! LOVES IT!!! ITS HER FAVORITE!!!

-really likes animals and especially colorful birds. she has a collection of many things, one of them being colorful and pretty feathers (she has a peacock feather and its her pride)

-really likes bunnies just like her dad!

-likes to braid hair and do makeup. she used to do it with michael whenever he let her. him cutting that off kinda fucked their relationshipt. (and ofc then came the bite)

-She has a very orange room. orange red and pink r her favorite colors.

-thinks her eyes are super pretty

-if she's curious about an item, she'll sniff it and inspect it and feel it but not put it in her mouth bc thats gross ><

-sleeps on her side like a normal person

-likes dolls n stuff :333

Evan

-10 years old

-anxiety and autism

-very good at sewing (bc michael would break his plushies a lot)

-never let lizzie do his makeup bc it overstimulated him

-anxious stims. hand shakes, biting his nails, wringing his hands, shifting side to side, ect.

-enjoys crocheting but almost never has yarn. lizzie gave him an unused yarn ball once and he used it to make a bunch of stuff

-very picky eater, but he wont say it out loud.

-likes webkinz

-HATES HORROR MOVIES!! like this is a given but he will stay up all night thinking about it. its the one thing he stands up for himself on is not being forced to wathc horror movies (mostly because its the only thing both william and lizzie will back him up on)

-he likes yellow a lot. his room isnt hyellow but he wishes it was.

-doesn't have friends and is regarded as weird, but kids avoid him for the most part. most of his bullying comes from ppl who know michael.

-hed like racing games a lot

-scared of his dad and by association he was scared of henry too

-not super close with charlie but he knows her to be a good person. wishes he was closer with her

-ofc easily startled, freaked out, and made uncomfortable

-does NOT like being talked over

-gets frustrated rlly easily and often rants to his fredbear plush

-liked to draw!! he picked it up from mike when he was younger and continues to do it as an outlet

-wishes he had a bigger family

-definitely not flexible at all, but doesnt hurt himself much (hes not dumb, he learns what makes his bones break)

-will feel things over if hes curious about them. maybe sniff them too but he gets scared they'll kill him 😭

-dislikes amusement parks bc overstim but does enjoy the games and prizes

-he likes rice. idk. he just likes rice a lot.

-if he grew up, hed be taller than mike AND lizzie idc idc

-he tries his best to smile in family photos but he just looks so goddamn uncomfortable that eventually william just let him sit them out.

-definitely a peacemaker between lizzie amd mike

-if hes thinking hard he looks PISSED. RESTING BITCH FACE. He is GLARING AT HIS PLATE. "Evan? What's wrong?" and he just immediately is like 😠😯🙁

-he cares about michael a lot more than he should. he tells him to stop when hes fighting someone, he tries to calm him down when hes angry, he tries to talk to him. it makes him so frustrated, it makes him so mad when michael refuses him rudely, but he keeps doing it. its who he is.

-he got a golden freddy mask that creeped michael out and he jumpscared him with it once.

-cuts his own hair

-not a hugger but if EITHER of his siblings offer a hug he will NOT deny them (does not apply to william tho)

-i dont think he cared about william tbh lol

-sleeps on his back like a corpse.

Michael

-14

-audhd

-nonbinary he/they but doesnt realize it til hes 18

-gets mad when overstimulated

-Likes pirates a lot, watches lots of pirate shows.

-INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA it kicked in in like 2nd grade when someone made fun of him for letting lizzie do his makeup. (jeremy helps him get over it)

-forgets to eat a lot. not intentionally. hes just dumb.

-argues with his dad the most, and drives william nuts

-if hes curious about something, hes gonna bite it. what is it? idk. CHOMP

-loves skirts bc sensory issues are worse in his ankles. he compromises by wearing basketball shorts.

-canNOT wear things near his neck. hates things near his neck.

-close-ish with charlie. likes talking to her.

-favorite color is red. he puts it everywhere.

-likes pokemon.

-watches anime

-BIG HORROR FAN BUT THAT SHIT KEEPS HIM UP AT NIIIIGHT

-halloween is his fav holiday. ud think its bc he liked scaring evan (and it kinda is) but mostly he jsut likes dressing up and going trick or treating. he'll use his costume to scare evan later tho. william takes them away because of that, just bc he doesnt want michael ruining the costume (they reuse them sometimes)

-likes growing his hair out

-looks very soft when thinking. evan only talks to him when he looks calm and collected.

-stims by humming, tapping, slamming his fists, and making loud sounds (shouting, whining, UGH AAAGH ect.) which tend to overstimulate evan

-him and evan are adhd vs autism but if the adhd also had autism

-scared of the ocean but he'll never admit it (got bit by some small fish once and it freaked him out)

-mouth moves faster than his brain

-NOT A MORNING PERSON (except on halloween) DO NOT TALK TO HIM IN THE MORNING!!! HE BITES!!!

-messy room with very little in it.

-punches holes in his walls as a stim :(

-likes sweaters in fall

-for someone who jumpscares his little brother, he gets jumpscared easily

-giggles a lot during hide and seek but thru hiding from evan he learned how to stop it. if he does giggle it means hes genuinely happy

-faints when SUPER freaked out. but it takes a lot

-probably gets queasy around blood

-lactose intolerant but he'll be damned if he doesnt eat that mac n cheese

-has SO MUCH FOXY MERCH. he convinces his dad to give him EVERYTHING HE LOVES FOXY SO MUCH

-would do awesome in school if he could get himself to try

-probably felt rlly hurt when he heard foxy was confined to a small area and not onstage. not because it mattered to him, but because the way william looks at foxy makes him think of the way he looks at him.

-gators r his second fav animal

-draws as a way of venting, but it rarely works. he likes it tho

-SINGS ALL THE TIME. WALKS INTO THE HOUSE DANCING AND SINGING AND TAPPING THINGS

-moves in his sleep

-TIGHT HUGS.

-AFFECTIONATE SHOULDER PUNCH GO!!!

-AGGRESSIVE SHOULDER PUNCH GO!!!

-NEUTRAL "I'm uncomfortable and idk what to do rn" SHOULDER PUNCH GO!!!

-giggles evilly

-like evan hes not very flexible but hes much more likely to hurt himsel fand sprains his ankles a lot

William

-Do not misspell his last name he will get unbelievably pissed

-probably nd too bc all his kids are but he doesnt gaf abt that 😭

-has kissed a man before as an experiment. did not get anything from it unfortunately

-met henry in college for robotics and became friends

-when his wife left/died he was just like "oh. i have three kids now. fuck." and then avoided them

-doesnt care about his kids but them dying causes problems for him so he tries his best to keep them alive (unsuccessfully. this is the afton family after all)

-just like mike, he sings and taps a lot, but its more humming and tapping.

-also lactose intolerant but he actually cares about it

-likes bunnies a lot.

-allergic to pollen. severely. he walks outside in spring and is already sneezing and rubbing his eyes

-Frustrated easily

-Looks pissed when hes not, looks pissed when he is. looks pissed when hes sad. looks pissed when hes thinking. the only time he doesnt looks pissed is when he looks happy and that is very rare (and never happens around his kids, only henry)

-TIGHT HUGS.

-Buys his kids gifts but its always stuff they either dont like anymore or didnt like int he first place. he doesnt care

-secretly likes thanksgiving a lot. hes a foodie what can i say

-lizzie is his favorite but that only means he is occasionally gentle with her in a way he'll never be with his sons

-likes dressing up fancy but als freaky he just likes dressing up

-poses in the mirror to check his outfit. michael walked in on him once and william has never yelled at him so muhc in his life. michael acted upset but he was giggling to himself

-does not and will never care about whatever michael and evan have goin on. he does NOT have time for them.

-drops and breaks his phone ALL THE TIME.

-likes stress balls a lot.

-springbonnie is his BABY. he LOVES HER.

-grabs his kids by their heads a lot. like if michael is in his way he'll just put a hand on his head and move him off to the side. the only one he cant do it to is evan because he just moves out of the way

-has a bunch of tiny robots of his own. he likes to make silly bunny robots taht r tiny

-thinks hes smooth wiht flirting and could grab a girl (he cant henry knows he cant)

-sticks his tongue out like a cartoon character when hes thinking SUPER hard

-pats michael on the back a lot to lighten a tense situation but it just makes michael tense up and makes it worse

-giggles evilly

-used to be queasy with blood and spent an hour in front of a mirror post-killing charlie telling himself to man up and somehow that worked

-not a hugger. only hugs his kids in public to lighten the mood. except mike. mike u get awkward back pats

-doesnt like being touched (he WILL smack your hand)

I THINK THATS ALL LMAOOO I HAVE SO MANY

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 101. brb x oc

a/n: do yall think Brad went to therapy to talk about his feelings. (also pls forgive me but I really go crazy when it comes to Rooster's backstory)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: personal issues that Rooster chooses to ignore, Bea being a good wife, <3

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He sighs heavily the second he’s past the threshold, inhaling soon after, dropping his things on the floor and running his hands up and down his face. The dogs rush over to greet him, which made him lean down a bit to pet each of them before he dragged his feet to the couch.

He didn’t know why he was so tired, maybe it was because of the weight of his own anxiety.

The second he sits down he hears her bare feet tapping on the floor, his smile widening as he turns his head to the kitchen, “I didn’t hear you come inside.” she says, setting the glass of water aside and shuffling over to him, his eyes slowly dragging down her body, admiring the way his old shirts looked on her. He wasted no time in bringing her to his lap once she was close enough, their lips meeting in a lazy kiss, “Hi, handsome.” she coos, rubbing his cheek, “Oh Roos, you look exhausted.”

“Hi gorgeous…I feel exhausted.”

“What happened?”

“My emotional baggage is being a bit too heavy to handle.” his wife’s green eyes softened as she held his face, still rubbing his cheekbones with her lips pouting just enough to make him want to kiss her again, “I’m okay.I didn’t think that talking to Mav would…take so much out of me.”

Beatrice adjusts herself on his lap so she’d be taller than him, kissing his forehead then letting Rooster fall into her chest with a sigh, his arms wrapping around her waist, “You did good,Brad.” she coos, gently petting the back of his head, feeling his shoulders relax as he keeps himself there, “You are okay, do you need anything?”

“No, I just want to hug you.”

“Okay.”

He squeezes her waist a bit, “I just need you here,gorgeous.” he murmurs, shaking his head against her chest, getting comfortable “Nothing more.”

Beatrice kisses his scalp and keeps her lips there for a few seconds, only pulling back to tilt his head towards her, “How about you take a nice bath? I can order dinner tonight, what are you feeling?”

“...can we have Mexican food?”

“Of course,Roos. Anything in mind?”

He flicks his eyes to the left in thought, meeting her gaze after, “...I want birria tacos. And chicharron, if it’s available.” another pause, “And flan. Can we get flan?”

She loved how her husband, her 6’3” husband, stronger than everyone she knew, sounded like a little boy from time to time. His voice, usually so deep, goes quiet because he’s murmuring it, “Yes, of course Roos.”

“...thank you,gorgeous.”

Beatrice remains on his lap however, still caressing his head, “Is there anything else you want to talk to me about?” she asks against his skin, kissing his temple softly which made her husband heave out a heavy sigh that only made him deflate.

“...there is one thing.”

“I’m listening.”

He props his chin on the valley of her breasts, turning those whisky colored eyes to his wife who just smiled sweetly at him, “Mav wants me to join him…in one of his instruction classes. Just one, just to add some input.” 

“Didn’t you used to do that though?” he nods, “I remember you telling me you didn’t hate it but you didn’t like it either.”

“It can be very stressful.” he mutters, “But Mav said I can just stay there and add when I need to. There’s nothing more to it.” but Beatrice just kept looking at him, furrowing her brows, “...I never did anything like this with Mav.”

“And why does that worry you?”

“Because…I don’t know why.” he mutters, “I want to get back to what things were,Bea…but I was a boy when I–when he.” Rooster sighs again, dropping his forehead on the curve of her breasts to inhale the lavender scent embedded in his shirt - God, he’d never want to wash them anymore - “You know what I mean.”

Her eyebrows curved downwards as he explained the best he could why he was feeling that way. Beatrice cups his face with her hands, tilting upwards to kiss the tip of his nose then his forehead, “I know what you mean.” she whispers, “I know it’s hard,Brad.” 

“I don’t want to hate him.”

“You don’t hate him.” she reassures him, rubbing his cheeks, “Brad, you…were hurt- are hurt. For a long, long time…I love Mav and I love that you two are talking again but…years of hurt and disappointment don’t disappear in what? Three years?” he sighs again, leaning into her touch, “Roos, remember you two made a lot of progress but there were things that need to be talked about…especially…because of your mom.”

Talking about Carole, while welcome, always felt like dangerous territory. In her mind at least, she still felt like she should walk carefully around the subject. Rooster didn’t look angry when he looked at her, maybe a bit confused, furrowing his brows as she said that, “...Roos,remember when you told me about how she…talked to Mav about you?” he nods, “Remember how you said you found out about it?” another nod and Beatrice drapes her arms around his shoulders, “And we talked about it and tried to figure out why?”

“Yeah…?”

Beatrice frowns, “...you had nightmares a few days ago, you know.” she muttered, “You rarely do and when you do you don’t tell me.” he quickly avoided her eyes, but she tilted her head to meet his gaze, “Because I know you think that’s the one thing that you can hold to yourself.”

It was naive to think that Beatrice wouldn’t notice when he had his nightmares. They were very few, like she said, often happening when he’s under a lot of stress or when he gets a bit under the weather…he had nothing to complain, he had a great life with a great woman, he sometimes felt bad for stressing so much…but whenever he tells Bea that she does remind him that his job isn’t really the easiest and he shouldn’t blame himself so much.

Sometimes he dreams about his mom. About her last months, about the things he could’ve done. About how he didn’t really speak to anyone after her burial, about how he was alone in his dorm with the door closed…for weeks and his friends couldn’t pry him out of there.

He dreams about his dad, about how he died, sometimes - and those were the worst ones - he was the one in it instead of Mav. He was the one holding his dad, he was the one in the middle of the ocean, bobbing along the waves waiting for someone.

He also dreams about the day he was denied entry to the Navy. He didn’t understand, he was the son of an officer, that should be easy to handle, he should’ve gotten in. Why didn’t he? He dreams about Mav, about the anger and the hurt, about how he worked so hard to get where he was only to slip through his fingers.

He had no nightmares with Beatrice and he was thankful for that. She had no place in those, neither had Nikki. 

“I…” he didn’t know how to continue because he was about to toss it under the rug again. “How do you…know?”

“That you have them?” she questions, “...you rarely move in your sleep,Roos. When you do, you are changing positions…you also don’t hold me when you have nightmares. You are stiff as a board and you are…clenched, all over. Your teeth, your shoulders, your hands, you don’t move. And you sleep talk, sometimes. I try to wake you, but when I try you just relax immediately and your whole body appears loose.”

That makes a lot of sense.

“But this last one…you were very vocal, you kept calling for your mom and asking why.” she frowns, “That was all you said, why. Nothing else. And when I touched you, you barely awoke and turned towards me…then you got quiet again.” her touch is so gentle on his cheek, like she’s holding something so precious, “I don’t like prodding about those things, you know that…but that last one really worried me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” she shakes her head, “You don’t have to…I know how this,” she taps his forehead, “Can be.” he huffs out a soft laugh, one that appeared to be heavier than he wanted it to, “It’s a long healing process,Brad.” she mutters, ‘But you won’t be alone…okay? You have me.”

“I know.” he replies quickly, brushing his knuckles on the side of her face, inhaling quietly, “I know,I have you.” and he did feel better letting that out, even if he hated doing so. Beatrice smiles, cupping his face and kissing him quickly several times before pulling back.

“Go on have a nice shower.’ she mumbles against his lips, “I’ll call for our food…okay?”

Bradley smiles back, sliding his hands under the shirt to reach the elastic of her underwear, pecking her one last time, “Okay.” he drags his hands over the length of her legs, dropping them on his sides as she climbs off of him. When she stands there and doesn’t move, he only smiles more, “I’m fine.” she offers her hand to him, wiggling her fingers, “Baby…” the couch was so comfortable…but she was right, a shower would do him good.

She takes him up the stairs, Rooster peeking over to Nicole’s nursery only to see his daughter fast asleep with her mobile moving above her head, her adorable face disappearing as they walked into their bedroom, “Okay,” Beatrice drops his hand, entering the bathroom and he hears her messing around in the shower, “I’m going to set to steam too, it’ll help you relax.”

Rooster chuckles as he kicks off his shoes, then removes his watch, “Thank you,gorgeous.”

“You can use my peppermint body wash too! It’s really refreshing.”

He laughs again, pulling his belt off the loops, “I’d appreciate that.” he didn’t deserve her, because she kept on rambling about how he could also use one of the loofahs she had saved in the cabinets.

“Oh!I know!” her quick footsteps walk up to the door, where she peeks her head out, “I know exactly what you need.”

His eyes drop to the expanse of her thigh that peeked on the edge of the threshold, “A nice warm shower with my wife?”

“Rooster.”

“It’d relax me a lot.”

Beatrice rolled her eyes, “No.” she grins, “A spa night. I’ve seen your skin care routine and while it is nice, you need something more…I have masks and everything saved up! Maybe some mani pedi too.” he just stared at her, “I-If you want.”

Truly his skin care routine was very nice, he had a few basic items for his skin and some lotions he liked to use…but maybe a full on spa night wouldn’t be bad. “Well…it is monday.”

“Hmhm!’

“And it’d relax me.”

“Yes!”

He laughs, folding his shirt between his hands, “Okay. Yeah,I like it.” 

Beatrice smiles before disappearing from his view, her husband undressing himself and setting his clothes on the bed because ‘I’m going to put your clothes away! Relax!’ as he walks to the bathroom wearing only his dark briefs. He stops by the door seeing Beatrice kneeled by the bathtub with a plethora of products, picking one up then putting it back down, “What are you doing?”

She looked over her shoulder back at him, - her eyes stilling on his underwear before vagarously moving up - “I’m choosing some stuff for you, something that’s not too…girly.” he chuffs a laugh, running his hands through his hair, “Do you still want a shower or a bath?”

“A shower is fine,gorgeous.”

“Okay!” she puts every other product - with the exception of the ones of her choosing - inside the cabinets again, pushing herself to her full height to turn towards him, “Very well, you can enjoy your shower…I’m going to get everything ready.” she stays in place, her gaze softening as she cups his cheeks, rubbing her thumbs on the bags under his eyes, “Oh,Roos.” 

“I’m okay…I’ll be okay. I just need a mental break.”

She nods after a few seconds, kissing his lips quickly and walking around him to leave the bathroom. Rooster watched her until she was gone, then let his shoulders drop, rubbing his hands on his face with the frustrated sigh leaving his lips. He hated feeling like this, he didn’t like to worry her so much and yet he did.

As he entered the shower he let the water hit his scalp and dribble down his face, funneling by his chin and creating a mini waterfall that landed on the tiled floor. He wanted to relax, so he stayed under the water for a few minutes, immobile, allowing the sounds to calm his brain and ease his memories.

When he opened his eyes he had to admit he felt a bit better, straightening his posture to grab the soap Beatrice gave him.

-

He walks downstairs feeling fresh, the white tee shirt was tugged down his body as he finished undressing by the final steps, rubbing his face with one hand as he turned towards the living room.

A lovely squealed giggle only made his heart soar.

“Dada!” Nicole was looking at him from her little mat, Eleanor and Jack on either side of her as she pushed herself with as much strength her little arms could handle, crawling over to him. Rooster, who didn’t want his daughter to crawl on the cold floor, just approached her little form and picked her up, immediately kissing and hugging her.

Nicole giggles again, hugging her father however she could and loving the attention given by him, “Oh, you smell so good.” he mutters, playfully sniffing her neck, “I love how baby soap smells.” Nicole babbles a bit, pressing her cheek to his shoulder as he carries her to the kitchen.

There are four large aluminum foil boxes on the kitchen table, two of them open and exposing the delicious interior, “Oh, holy shit those look so good.” he comments, making his wife peek out from behind the fridge’s door with a grin, “Fuck, the chicharron looks so good.” and it was cut in bite sized pieces, he couldn’t help but plop one in his mouth and immediately groan at the taste, “Oh fuck.”

“You better be careful,” she says, disappearing behind the fridge’s door again, “Because if you keep this up Nikki’s next word will be the F one.”

Bradley licks his fingers clean, looking down at Nicole who was mesmerized by the way his cheek moved, “Nikki,” he taps her nose with his knuckles, “Don’t say the bad word, only daddy is allowed to.” and he takes another bite of the pork belly, flicking his gaze at his little daughter who just watched with stars in her eyes. She followed when he brings it to his mouth, trying to mimic his eating only to make him laugh, “Not yet birdie, when you are old enough you’ll discover the wonders of Mexican food.”

Beatrice closes the door with her hip, holding two soda cans with a grin, “We got some special treatment tonight.” she comments as she plucks them open, the satisfying hiss followed, “I managed to get the extra combo tonight, so we not only got the usual but we got caramel flan and pineapple empanadas.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.” she smiles, “I felt like my husband needed that extra sweetness.”

Rooster licks his lips, eyes softening because he felt so…loved and warm all over. “...thank you,babe.”

“You are welcome,Roos.” she says, going back to the fridge to plop some ice cubes in their glasses, “Are you feeling any better?”

He inhales softly, arching his brows and giving her a small smile, “A little.” he gently picks Nicole’s hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the tiny dents of her knuckles and then her forehead, “Shower helped. And…” he laughs quietly, “I don’t know,maybe you were right about…me needing extra sweetness tonight.”

Beatrice knew what he meant, but it was good to hear nonetheless. She set the glasses aside, approaching him to quickly wrap her arms around his middle, propping her chin on his pecks just like he does to her, “You do.” she whispers, “You’ll be okay,Roos.”

“I know.” he says softly, kissing her head, “I will.”

She just leans into his kiss, meeting his lips with her own briefly and only leaving him after she kisses Nikki’s button nose, “Well,we better eat. It’ll get cold.”

“And we wouldn’t want that.” 

The best thing about dinner, besides how delicious it was, was seeing Nicole trying to snatch a bite with her toothless mouth, following her parents movements with her eyes, trying to reach any piece that she could and it was adorable how focused she was. Beatrice did feed her as the night went by, but it was obvious their daughter had her eyes in another prize.

After dinner, after he was happily full, Beatrice gently guided him to the living room, “Sit,sit!” she says sweetly as Rooster approaches the couch. He notices the several types of skin care masks and creams on the coffee table, “I’ll get the ice globes!” she rushes out of the living room so quickly he barely sees her.

Beatrice comes back gently tapping the frosty purple glass globes together, “Okay, now,” she begins, “You are going to lie your head on my lap and Nikki can stay on your chest, there’s no problem.” she was giddy “I’ve decided to not give you a mani pedi yet because I know you can be a bit ticklish.”

“Wha?” he furrows his brows, “Me? Ticklish? Where?”

“On your feet,” she smiles, “Plus your feet are pretty good, no need for it right now.”

Rooster purses his lips but shrugs, following Beatrice with his eyes until she sat directly next to his head. He drops to her thighs with a happy sigh, Nicole watching this with curiosity and vocalizing as her mother starts gently massaging Rooster’s face, “Oh, that’s nice…I like this.” she smiles while moving her fingers on his cheeks, “Feels soothing.”

“It should be.” she giggles, kissing his scalp, “I want you to relax,Roos.”

He knew that. And he physically did so, exhaling heavily as his wife gently massaged his face. He…was going to be okay, he didn’t want to have these thoughts so often. He wanted to move on but he also knew that in need to move on he’d have to talk about certain things he refused to.

He loved his mother.

He truly loved his mother…even if he imagined she apologized to him in the shape of a bird…it wasn’t the same. He’d love to talk to her, he wanted to understand why, he wanted to know why he wasn’t given the choice when he was old enough to.

He was severely depressed when he started college, he couldn’t join the Navy because of his uncle and his mother. He didn’t hate her, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t hurt about it…certain things, even if back then were ‘easier’ to figure out it didn’t mean it was resolved.

Rooster pushed it deep into his mind and forgot about it. 

Or at least he tried to.

Beatrice’s emotions were on her sleeve even when she tried to hide them, she couldn’t lie, whenever she was too anxious she’d either wring her hands or have a blank look on her face for minutes. Him was a different story.

Hold it in. Prevent. Hide. You achieved so much shoving those memories and how they hurt in your brain, why bother with them now? That’s how it was, maybe even since his father passed. He had to grow up so fast, he had to become the ‘man of the house’ and help his mother how he could.

Carole didn’t show her emotions in front of him either, probably because she didn’t want him to worry more but that only added to the overall stress and doubts. It wasn’t her fault, she was trying to get back on her feet after the love of her life passed tragically and she had a little boy to raise.

Maybe that’s why he was so hesitant talking about his mother, he didn’t want to blame her like that. Because that’s -” Ah! Holy shit!” He jumps when he feels the cold globes touching his cheeks, widening his eyes to look back at Bea who immediately pulls them back with an apologetic look on her face.

‘Sorry! Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, just,got surprised.” he sighs, rubbing his forehead with his free hand as Nicole giggles on his chest “Shit that’s cold.”

“It helps soothe the skin.” she says as helpful as she could “You were deep in thought.”

He looks back at Beatrice with his brows furrowed, “You don’t have to tell me.” she says gently, “You really don’t, just enjoy the rest of the night, okay Roos?”

Bradley inhales softly, trying to calm his brain down, letting a gentle chuckle that only makes Bea smile more, “Okay,gorgeous.”

[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 38

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = Tommy figures out who the Adler's were really indebted to, the realisation scaring Ana. 

Warnings = Language, Grammar, Violence mentioned, Gang Activity. 

Word Count = 1994

Note = Sorry its late :( I was a lot under the weather as they say and my head just wasn’t in writing...Anyway here it is a little update, Tommy knows so we will probably see a much more protective side of him I guess you could say? Plus for you fluff lovers, it is coming over the next few chapters, I have made notes of all your comments and hope to incorapte  them. 

Thank you all so much for the continuous support it means so much love you all, I love reading your thoughts and talking with you about my take on the characters...Especially Ana she is like my sister now lol. Much love 

Tommy had left the flat rather early this morning for work. Something I was grateful for as it meant I could avoid the inevitable question of why I wasn’t going into work for that little bit longer. 

Being in Tommy’s arms last night was enough to ease my racing emotions. I had relaxed in his embrace, not wanting to drag up what I learned throughout the day to ruin it. 

Nothing was said between us, we just held each other and it continued throughout the night and to this morning before he left for work.  It had felt completely natural, like the outside world didn’t exist. It was complete bliss.

But it quickly ended by mid afternoon when Tommy returned home with an unreadable expression on his face. Stopping just behind the couch, he removed the peaked cap from his head, his eyes watching me fix the hem on a pair of his trousers.

“Would you like some lunch Tommy?” I asked placing the garment on the table, resting the needle and thread on top, glancing at the small clock on the mantle piece. 

“No, what happened yesterday Stace, eh?” He asked shrugging off his coat, folding it over his fore arm before resting it over the back of the sofa.

“Nothing.” I inform him with a sigh, standing to my feet I turned my back to him, walking into the open planned kitchen to fill the teapot with water.

“Then how come your not at work eh?”

“Why aren’t you?” I countered back, turning the hob up full, sparing the man a glance over my shoulder, a perfectly raised eyebrow of my own thrown at him. 

“Your father came into my office, wanted me to deliver this to you.” He spoke, holding up a white envelope in his hand.

Squinting my eyes at the paper between his fingers, I brushed off the invisible lint off my dress before turning towards him, reaching out to take the envelope from his hands only for him to pull it away at the last second.

“What’s going on love?” He asked, a surprising softness to his voice.

“It’s between me and them Tommy now give me the letter.” I tell him with a huff, stretching my smaller frame against his. One hand rested on his chest for support while the other reached into the air, reaching for the letter.

“That’s not how this works Stace, especially when your father comes into my work place during office hours.”

“Why? You afraid he walks in on you and Lizzie?” I huffed in frustration.

Just as I went to step back from his space, his free hand wrapped around my hip pulling me tighter into him, keeping me in place.

“There would be nothing for him to walk in on Stace” He scoffed with a roll of his blue eyes, the arm with the letter faltering slightly. “This jealous is getting out of control love.”

“Oh please Tommy every time I go into that office she is throwing herself at you and you say nothing to her, nothing. You just let her away with it. What if I did that to another man?” I challenged, glancing up at the letter before glaring at the slightly taller man in front of me.

“He wouldn’t have his eyes to enjoy it.” 

“Maybe I’ll take her eyes so she doesn’t get to enjoy you.” I threaten, using this moment of weakness within him to snatch the letter from his grip.

Smiling triumphantly I was about to rub the letter in his face but stopped myself when he looked at me, with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes, a small smile of his own working on his own lips.

“What?” I asked unsure at his change of expression. Instead of answering his hand came up, resting on the side of my face, stroking along my cheekbone with his thumb.

Leaning into his touch, my eyes fluttered shut as he held me close. His natural scent of smoke and wood invading my nostrils as I fell into his embrace, tingles rushing through my body at his love.

“What happened love? Talk to me” He whispered against my lips pressing a loving, yet possessive kiss to them once he finished speaking.

Moaning against his mouth, my hands wandered up his chest linking together behind his neck, the letter dropping to the floor as I surrendered to him. 

“You can’t do that Tommy.” I breathed pulling away from him, resting my forehead against his. “You can’t act all sweet and kiss me like that and expect to get answers.”

“No?” He chuckled, blue eyes lightening up with mischief. Reaching forward he placed short, sweet kisses against my cheeks and lips causing a laugh to fall from my lips. “Talk to me, please. I just want to help.” He pleaded, giving me his best puppy dog eyes. 

Just as I was about to respond, the teapot in the kitchen began to scream, spewing hot water all over the place. I turned to deal with it only Tommy had rushed around me, grabbing the drying cloth from the side to move the spewing pot onto a back ring, out of harms way.

“Tommy, it’s nothing I will deal with it. You have enough going on with Churchill, Campbell, the pub and whatever else you don’t tell me about.”  I tell him bending over to lift the letter he had brought home off the ground to place on the table.

“Right now I’m here for you Stace. The other stuff can wait eh.” He explained, shrugging the suit jacket from his shoulders, resting the clothing around the edge of the chair.

“What does he want you to do Tommy?” I asked, picking at the edges of the letter, avoiding all eye contact with him, but I could feel it. I felt his graze, burning through me as I finished my sentence.

“Nothing…”

“I need to worry about, yeah I got that part” I nodded with a tight smile, it was the same thing he always said whenever I asked about his business.. “Do you see us working Tommy? Honestly?” I asked catching the man in front of me completely off guard.

“Wha? Why would you ask me that?” He breathed, eyebrows furrowed down over his eyes as he thought about what I had just said.

“All we do is keep secrets from each other, you especially. Would I have even known about Campbell’s secret mission if I hadn’t of been in that office last night?”

“Stace…”

“No seriously Tommy, you trust every other woman in your life but me with information.”

“Because I am trying to keep you safe.” He defended, careful not to raise his voice but I could see the tension building in his neck. “I want to protect you, I don’t care about them, they are a means to an end.” 

“You are putting me in more danger keeping things from me, why can’t you see that?.” I questioned, the words leaving my mouth before I could even think about them.

“I am not stupid Tommy, I know what you have done, what you are capable of doing and yet I am still here, choosing you, loving you. Bearing a child with you. I don’t want them growing up in a world of lies, of secrets and betrayal.” I trailed off in a whisper, tears spilling from my eyes. 

“Stace, knowing that kind of information, there is no coming back from that.” Tommy tried to reason, reaching forward placing a supportive hand on my arm. “I just want to protect you.”

“And I appreciate that Tommy but I can’t handle anymore secrets, anymore lies. I need you to be upfront and honest with me, about everything.” I explained to him, turning my body into his, resting my hands on his chest, staring up into his eyes which were swirling with so many emotions it was hard to pinpoint just one.

“What happened at the shop Stace?” He asked knowing this emotional response was caused by more than his line of work. 

“They sold me Tommy, sold me off like I was some kind of garment or piece of meat” I cried, burying my head into his chest, not wanting to see the look on his face at my words. 

I felt Tommy’s body stiffen against me, his hands squeezed at my hips, holding me against him, allowing me to cry and soak his waistcoat with my tears. Nothing was said between us but I could feel the cogs turning in Tommy’s mind as he held me close.

“I knew they didn’t really care for me, not really but to sell me off to settle a debt. Did I really mean so little? Do I really mean so little?” I asked not anticipating a response but the words caught his full attention. 

His hands wrapped around my upper arms pulling me from his body so he could look directly into my red, puffy eyes as he spoke.

“You mean the world and more to the people who actually care about you Stace. Polly, Arthur, John, Finn, even fucking Esme and all your nieces and nephews, care for you. Your brother James, god rest his soul loved you more than this world and then there is me, words are not enough to describe what you mean to me, eh.” His voice was forceful, but loving as he spoke.

“But why aren’t I good enough for them?”

“You don’t want my answer Anastasia but they are not worth shit if they can’t see your true worth, yeah.” His voice determined, his hands now squeezing the side of my cheeks, smooshing my face slightly to try and emphasise the points he was making.

“You sound like Polly.” I chuckled, reaching up and wiping the wetness as best I could on my dress sleeve but the tears were still coming. 

“I was raised by the woman, she speaks nothing but the truth.” He smiled, both thumbs brushing the tears from the apple of my cheeks towards my hairline. “Who did they owe a debt to eh?”

“To you” I answered catching him by surprise.

It was like a penny had dropped inside his mind, letting go of my face he stepped away from me, running a hand over his mouth, his eyes trained on the ceiling above him as his mind raced. Two simple words adding to the already never ending work load he chose to carry alone. 

“Tommy” I asked cautiously stepping towards him, placing a hand on his forearm, gently pushing his hand down away from his mouth.

“We were focused on the wrong Italians Stace, the wrong fucking Italians.” He laughed out bitterly. Pouting his lips,  I could see the outline of his tongue running along his top teeth in deep thought. 

“What do you mean?” I asked how many Italians where there around Birmingham? 

Tommy just glanced down at me, a small smile on his face taking my hands in his once more. There was a sincere look on his face as he looked into my eyes, his grip on my hands tightening.

“You are mine Anastasia Adler, never forget that.” He spoke without so much of a blink of his eyes. “I will protect you, nothing will happen to you or to our baby.”

“Tommy your scaring me.” I whispered, feeling a little intimidated under his intense stare.

“The people your parents are mixed up with Stace belong to the Italian Mafia, a much bigger problem than Sabini and the fact you were promised to one of them…means they won’t give you up so easily.”

“Tommy, Tommy no. No, I don’t want them, I don’t…” I panicked, trying to pull myself away from his grip but he wouldn’t allow it. Pulling me closer in his body, sshing me.

“I know, I know. They won’t get you, they won’t lay a single finger on you I promise.”

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Marriage of State AU Character Designs: The Codfather

Like Lizzie, Jimmy has two forms, Pre-Killing the DragonPlot Event and Post-Plot Event, both indicated on the Handy Dandy Height Chart

Pre-Eeveelution Jimmy: Before his full codfather-ification, Jimmy is assumed by the other rulers outside his alliance to just be a run-of-the-mill cod hybrid. He's mostly human in appearance, with a few fishy traits. Some scattered scales, especially from his temples down to his collarbone, webbed fingers and toes a bit of a tail, slightly sharper than standard human teeth. He's a bit on the tall side for a cod hybrid, but not enough to raise any flags, red or otherwise, especially given that he's not that much taller than any of the WRA. His eyes are human (and brown). He usually has slime and/or mud in his hair. Somehow.

He does have gills but they have very visible scarring on one side, resulting from the damage done to his egg in the salmon attack. (Yes this does negatively impact his ability to breath underwater) The scarring goes all the way down his left side from his ear to just past his knee. It's faint, due to age, but very distinct and does impact his swimming, though he learned to compensate for that very young and is just as fast and agile in the water as any of his or Lizzie's people.

Eevee Evolutioned Jimmy: Swamp Monster! Like Lizzie, he is now Very Clearly A Little Eldritch. has proper fish teeth, fully fish eyes (black center with a ring of gold around them). He grows fins off his face and arms, which does make the left side scarring more obvious, as it affects his fins on that side. His tail has grown and his limb proportions are just slightly off. He also now has the lateral line, (visible in the above picture) allowing him to sense vibrations in the water more clearly, giving him better underwater perception in general. His scales are now scattered over his entire face, rather than concentrated by his hairline, giving the overall appearance of green and brown freckles. His hair is also a bit shaggier and longer, though he seriously considers cutting it at first. TBD if he actually does. There is still usually slime in it.

Jimmy actually adjusts a bit better to the physical change than Lizzie does, though they both seem to have some sort of muscle memory for their divine forms, due to his history of learning to compensate for his steadily developing physical disabilities from his egg damage. They both acclimate rapidly but he had just the slightest bit of an edge there.

Costuming:

The Codfather Head my beloved/be-loathed. ngl, I saw doodle-lists art fairly early on and it permanently changed my brain chemistry so uhh...yeah basically that. In addition to serving as a traditional face-covering (by oceanic traditions for god-rulers. Lizzie also technically is supposed to be wearing face coverings, she just. doesn't. Except very occasionally, in the style of a veil made of strings of seed pearls. I forgot to mention this on her post oop.) the codfather head/mask also has enchantments on it allowing him to breath easily underwater, accommodating for the damage to his gills. Obviously this is very important to him on a personal level, due to being amphibious. (It also has enchantments so it doesn't obstruct his vision in anyway. It is the fine-tuned result of a decades long collaboration between the Oceanic mage priests and the Swamp witches.)

Day-to-day We're pretty much throwing the whole skin out the window tbh, beyond the very vaguest of inspirations.

Like in the ocean, a priority of clothing is reduction of drag, though they care much less about transitioning from water to land, partly because they do it so often in the swamp.

Swamp day wear is very simple, primarily linen, which both is suited for a hotter climate and dries quickly. Jimmy wears the same things as the majority of his people, simple generic medieval-fantasy tunic and trousers, cut to reduce drag in the water. He does not wear shoes. (Neither of the seablings do. Most aquatic hybrids don't.)

His fancy clothes are either Oceanic or Mezalean style or a nicer version of his day wear. (Still with no shoes)

He does wear some simple jewelry, gifts from Lizzie and Joel and Pix. a copper armband, a golden tail cuff, little prismarine stud earrings. All things that won't get in the way when he's working on land or in the water and remind him of his family. (The pierced ears is a Mezalean thing, not an Oceanic thing. It was all a very teen rebellion-esque, if your teen rebellion involves the actions thereof being facilitated by one of the people who helped raised you. Mezalean style earrings are, however, extremely impractical in the water so studs it was.) Both the armband and the tail cuff have to be resized after his divinely sourced growth spurt.

He stops wearing sleeves after his eeveelution, because arm fins and sleeves do not mix. (Scott does not appreciate this in the slightest, nope.)

Armor

bronze-plated netherite fishscale armor. (I just realized i need to go back and edit Lizzie's post to include her armor rip).

His armor also doesn't have sleeves (post eeveelution) but he does have arm guards he can strap on around his fins. When he remembers to. Stylistically, this is also very similar to doodle-list's design. (What can I say, it lives rent free in my head.) His armor isn't super heavy, as it is designed as much for underwater combat as dry land and needs minimal drag.

He doesn't have a proper helmet but the codfather head is enchanted extremely thoroughly and serves well enough.

He wears his sword on his back, since it's too long for a more typical sheathe at the waist, and usually also has his trident back there so he can be hands free when not actively fighting. (Yes, his stealth stats on land are absolutely terrible. He makes up for it underwater.)

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Lizzie || Joel ||

AU Masterpost

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✿ Lizzy x Drone! Reader ☼

My 30 request! Hope you like!

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Well, in the beginning you were a normal worker drone like everyone else…but then J's Absolute Solver's crazy event managed to mess with your body, making you develop characteristics of disassembly drones. You were now taller, developing orange eyes like cat pupils, as well as having sharper teeth despite not having the need to consume oil. Luckily.

And despite almost every other worker drone being scared of you, calling you by your newest nickname "The Zombie Drone", Lizzy didn't seem to mind too much, continuing to hang out and chat with you as usual. Doll didn't seem to care much either, just shrugging her shoulders, which you were grateful for.

Also, you now had a patrol schedule in the lower levels of the colony.. just for everyone's safety…against another possible attack or event.. you didn't want others to become like you.

So, just like that, another night has fallen over the colony, with you walking among the colony's many metal compartments on yet another of your patrols.

You sighed kicking over a can, sweeping your sharp cat eyes around the large flat gray room below, trying to spot anything unusual or abnormal about the place, failing to pick up any movement.

" Rough night? " Lizzy asked coming out of the shadows, which made you jump in fright making a fighting stance towards her.

" It's just me (Y/n)! I didn't think my beauty was so great for you to be scared- " Lizzy said in a teasing tone with a little laugh, which you left your fighting position with a sigh rolling your eyes.

" You shouldn't do that kind of thing Lizzy.. what if it wasn't me? What if it was a Murder drone? You'd be dead by now 'Beauty Lady' " You spoke in a questioning tone mixed with concern, using sarcasm at the end of your monologue. The female drone worker who seemed unaffected by your words, just moved closer to you with her characteristic smile and smug look.

" But I'm not, and it's just you (Y/n)...you wouldn't hurt me right big sweet heart? I'm your favorite drone in the whole colony " Lizzy spoke in a bold tone, running her hand gently down your arm, looking up to stare into your eyes. You snorted at her feeling your cheeks blush, then patting her hand, making her push her hand away.

" You should think about what you do Lizzy… someday you gonna get hurt really bad, and I won't be there for you.. you're my best friend in the whole colony.. " You said in a low tone giving a worried look to the female drone, which Lizzy just grimaced in defeat.

" Fine- I promise not to do that anymore! Just cut the 'Tragic ending' part okay?- And I also consider you my best friend.. besides Doll of course " Lizzy said putting one of her hands on her hips, while the other she poked your chest lightly. You gave a small smile.

" Well, I think I'm done with today's patrols.. do you want to go watch a movie with me? " You asked softly, which Lizzy gave you a smug look.

" Do you really just want this? I could give you a few kisses- " Lizzy spoke in a teasing tone, blowing you a kiss. You gave a shy smile rolling your eyes.

" Oh My Gad! Let's go before I ignore you for the rest of the week- The things I have to put up on this colony- " You spoke in an unimpressed tone, starting to walk towards your house.

" Hey! I still haven't received an answer, you know? " Lizzy said running after you, which you replied also running, laughing through the corridors while Lizzy screamed for you to answer her, between also in laughs.

Lizzy got a kiss on the cheek from you as a consolation prize that night. You don't regret anything.