#a spoon and fork is ok too

[lordrei]

FORKS AND HANDS

[abyssyby]

sylus finding himself idling— waiting for his order @ a restaurant, sitting in the back of a car otw to a location, held for ransom in an underground cage, u name it— bored out of his mind or with no phone signal so he just kinda sits there and scrolls through his photos app. once empty now just filled with organized folders of your candid & noncandid photos. he loves to sort as much as he loves to hoard, ok, it brings him peace.

simply named albums:

eating 📂 and its photos of you and food, taking a bite. holding out a fork, a spoon, a wrapper, chopsticks of food for him to try with an excited glint in your eye. him feeding you. you grimacing at the odd orders, deciphering if they're good or not. pointing excitedly at food trucks and menus ("let's try that! let's try this!"). your face in a >0< bc your overeager self inhaled something too hot. looking up at him with crumbs on your cheeks, brightcolored dye-stained lips. blurred photos of you trying to kiss him with icing on your lips, reaching out to make a mess of him too.

sleeping 📂 and its you wrapped around his bicep dozed off. you on his chest snoozin. your closed eyes peeking out of the duvet with the slowly coloring sky through the window behind you. you drifting away during a car ride, hand in his, lips slightly parted. cold morning cuddles. selfies of grumpy you in the middle of the night with him in the backdrop hogging the blanket (you sent them to him to see in the morning because you never remember being upset when you wake up). VIDEOS of your sleep talking— and his tiny chuckles and comments ("adorable" as your hiss about ratatouille, smoothing out the crease between your brows with his thumb "grumpy grumpy dove", massaging the joint under your ear as you tense your jaw "mm, might hurt in the morning"). most of the photos are taken from the front camera, often with his cut off fond smile and soft eyes in the corner.

shopping 📂 and its you at the store picking out fruits, sneaking sweets in the cart. your back in a gorgeous outfit as you stare at jewels and protocores in glass. trying out the strangest things to get a chuckle out of him ("whats this now?", "fampire teef"— got him!). at the festivals holding up two lanterns with a distressed look on your face (you cant choose). at the shops with two coats, a helpless look in your eyes (you cant choose). you at the check out with a shy smile as you hand the cashier his black card (he bought everything).

kittens (and more) 📂 and AAAA its a video of you at meow cafe slamming down a kitty card with a wayyy too competitive look on your face. you crouched on the side of the road feeding stray cats. you at a bird sanctuary with eyes half-closed, a bright smile on your face as the birds make a nest in your hair. you and a giant dog you cooed at in the park ("sy, sy! take our photo, please please. his name is kujo!"). you mid-scream as a rat runs by your feet. you with lions for some reason? (bonus, you on the couch with his large body atop yours, head on your belly as you watch TV and pet his ears that one time he got kitty cursed via ‘Luke sent from my iPhone’)

us 📂 and its you and him. your selfies where hes frowning at something out of frame and youre 😄✌️. when he has his arm around you as you walk, his eyes forward but you’ve decided to snap a bright-eyed photo. selfies you take from a low angle as youre bored out of your mind during an auction, he smiles fondly to appease you. selfies in the dim of movie night with him in his glasses and fluffy hair and you wrapped up in your giant blanket-poncho. selfie of you kissing his cheek while he sleeps. mirror selfies of u in facemasks & matchy headbands. your HANDS, with your RINGS, intertwined with his fingers. creating, presenting (craft, art, music, a reloaded weapon, a flower, a bug, a silly rubber band shape you were so proud to show him). playing with the hem of his jacket. nail photos you send him after an appointment?? saved. candid photos of you two bickering and then immediately after flirting airdropped by the twins (captioned "gross." via 'Keiran sent from my iPhone'). and countless photos of him kissing your hair as youre taking the picture— one for each season— dusted with snow, trees and flowers in full bloom behind you, sweaty and against the light in the summer heat, and you tucked in his coat as the orange leaves dance above you in the wind.

he scrolls, a stupid little smile on his face, until his food arrives. until his car comes to a stop. until you’re breaking down the metal bars of his prison, sweaty and breathless and worried and beautiful, to save him.

(he takes a photo of that last image too, saving it to the general ‘beloved’)

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[filthygalli]

When I Met you: Chapter 5 "Dinner"

Fem! Reader x Neighbor! Hwang In-Ho

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Genre/Tags: Grumpy x Sunshine, Light smut, Fluff, Angst, Slow burn, Age gap (Reader is in her early 30’s, While In-Ho is in his late 40’s.) Rude In-Ho (but will eventually be soft with the reader Soon!) Literature Professor! In-Ho (Not specified what kind of literature) More Tags to come soon!

Warnings: Reader getting called "Sweetheart", Light teasing, Sexual innuendo, Jealous In-Ho, Sick reader, Husband material In-Ho, fluff, sweet, soft! In-Ho, not proofread let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 2550

Author's Note: OMG HI I'M BACK! it's been a while and I got loads of school works that's why I've been inactive:( but hey, we're getting somewhere—it's close but yet so farrrr but it's going to be fun!

© Pictures that are used are from Pinterest

You, In-Ho, and Marc—the three of you sat down at the dining table as you feasted on the food that was in front of you. “I didn't know you cooked this well,” Marc said as he took a spoonful of creamy ziti. The pasta tasted great; it's creamy but not too creamy. You chuckled at Marc's words, “Jesus, we've been friends for so long, and you're going to say that to me now? ” You teased as the two of you chuckled. Meanwhile, In-Ho sat there as he clenched his jaw tightly, grabbing the utensil in his hand as he glared down at the meal that you prepared a while ago. To be honest, it looks perfect; it's simple, but he admires how you cook such simple food and turn it into a five-star Michelin dish. He's annoyed and beyond jealous of what you and Marc have; he wishes he could talk the way Marc talks to you. He watches the way you laugh at Marc's teasing, how your face would slightly turn red when he teases you. He wants to be more for you and not just a grumpy neighbor who has a cat that you look after while he's at work. You noticed how In-Ho grew quiet. I mean—he is quiet but quieter than he used to be; it's like he's not there at all. A few seconds ago he was looking at you, and you smiled at him. He gave you a shy smile in return. Honestly, you're getting there; at least now you can see some of In-Ho's soft side, or maybe that's just how he is.

The sound of Marc's phone made you snap out of your thoughts. “Oh, it's my mom; I have to take this—” he said as he stood up, answering his mother's call before going outside. That leaves you and In-Ho alone. There is again the uncomfortable silence between you and In-Ho; the only thing that you could hear is the heavy breathing and huff from In-Ho and the sound of the utensil scraping the surface of the plate. “In-Ho…” you said as you brought your gaze up to him. He stopped picking the food from his plate; he took a deep breath before looking at you. His gaze is different, different from the ones that you usually get to see; it's full of jealousy. He tightly clenched his fist holding the spoon. “What is it? ” His tone is unbearable; he sounds annoyed, almost mad actually. “Are you ok? ” You asked him, putting your fork down, “You've been…quiet.” He scoffed, “Since when did you care so much, Y/n? ” He said in a mocking tone. Your eyes widened at his words. You know he can be rude sometimes, but he is different. The tone from his words is far from the first time you two encounter each other. “What...? ” Your heart started to beat faster; did you do something wrong? Did you say something wrong? Fuck, didn't he like the food that you made? You kept yourself from thinking things that made In-Ho act like this. He grabbed the bottle of wine in front of you as he carefully poured himself a glass. He filled it almost full. He looked at you while he brought the glass to his lips, glaring at you as if you were his prey. He hummed at the taste of wine, licking his lips as he put the glass down on the table. He opened his mouth to say something, “Y/n, I—” The sound of the front door closing cut In-Ho’s words, “I’m sorry about that—something came up, and my mom needs me—” Marc said, scratching the back of his head. In-Ho rolled his eyes, “Oh, are you going to go? ” you said as concern hinted in your voice, “Yes…Look, Y/n, I wish I could stay for long; I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Marc said as he lightly ruffled your hair. In-Ho glared at Marc’s hand on your hair. He swears he’ll cut off that hand of his. Only he can touch you like that, not anyone else, just him. Marc smiled slightly as he saw you get sad that he was leaving, “I’ll text you when I get home,” he said as you gave him a pouty look; he chuckled. He turned to In-Ho, “Nice to meet you again, Mr. Hwang. I have to go, but please enjoy what Y/N prepared. Have a good night.” In-Ho didn’t say anything except gave Marc a nod; after that, Marc left your house, leaving you and In-Ho seated in silence. “In-Ho, are—” “I’m okay.” He cuts you off before you finish your sentence. “Alright…” you breathe out as In-Ho gives you an annoyed look; though he doesn't know how he will act because of what he witnessed earlier, he hates seeing you talking to Marc; he only wants you to talk to him.

“How's, uh—Yu-Jin? ” You brought up the question, making In-Ho look at you, “He's doing fine; he's sleeping when I left him.” He said coldly, and you nodded, “Why not bring him here? I can give him food if he's hungry.” You said smiling up at In-Ho, “I already fed him, Y/n.” He breathed out, “The food's great.” He added, “Oh...I—thank you! ” You replied, satisfied with In-Ho's feedback on your cooking. At first you were worried that he might not like it, but now that he said it, you feel a relief.

There it is again, the thick silence in the air; you don’t like it—you wish you could do something about it, maybe wash the plates now? Or just sit there and let In-ho feel the tension, the silence between you two? You didn’t notice that you’d been looking at In-ho for a while; you zoned out. In-ho cleared his throat to catch your attention, “You alright? ” His voice is soft and calculated as if he’s scared to say something rude, “Yeah…I'm just a bit tired, I guess…” you said as you gave him a small smile. You’ve been feeling not well since earlier this morning. You feel like you’re having a fever or a cold, but you decided to ignore it. “Go rest,” In-ho breathed out as he looked at you. “But I have to clean the dishes and—” “Go rest, I said. I’ll do it.” He cuts you off before you could finish your sentence, “In-Ho, that’s—” In-ho stood up and grabbed his plate and the others; he sighed as he felt himself getting a little annoyed at your stubbornness, “Sweetheart, just go rest; I’ll take care of whatever you need to do.” He said, slightly leaning down on you, your breath hitched as he cupped your chin with his index finger, making you focus your gaze on him.

The way he called you sweetheart made you blush; you just looked up at him in awe, still shocked with the little nickname he called you. In-ho noticed the way your face turned red when he called you sweetheart. He liked calling you that; it suits you. Hell, he wants to call you sweetheartevery day. He wants to make you feel loved without him telling you that he loves you. Maybe by calling you nicknames like that, it will do. Maybe someday he’ll tell you that he loves you.

“Are you sure…because I’m feeling fine, really—” In-ho deeply sighed, “so stubborn.” He breathed out, “What? ” you asked, confused about what he said, “Nothing, I said go rest, I’ll tidy up in here, and yes, it’s ok.” You were about to protest, but he cut you off again, “No buts, sweetheart, hmm? ” he said, leaning a little closer to your face. You nodded, “Atta girl,” he said as he grabbed your plate and went to your kitchen to wash the plates, leaving you sitting there alone as you watched his broad shoulders. You stood up feeling a little lightheaded as you walked towards the living room, lying down as you rested, listening to the soft rustle of the plates from the kitchen. You brought up your head, seeing In-ho wearing your apron while washing the dishes effortlessly. ‘Fuck, he’ll make a good husband,’ you thought as you smiled to yourself, lying back down on the sofa. Meanwhile, In-ho’s amazed at how organized your kitchen is, how every ingredient has its own label, the salt, pepper, paprika, oil, flour, everything—he finds it cute and clean. He also noticed the perfectly lined-up mugs with different colors, the espresso machine that’s neatly placed in the corner, and the drawers full of perfectly placed utensils. He admired it; he’s amazed. You’d make a good wife, a good wife for him.

Almost half an hour passed, and In-ho’s finally done washing and tidying up the kitchen and dining table. He likes to take his time when he’s cleaning things; he doesn’t like rushing it.

“Y/n, I—” He walked into the living room and saw your tiny figure curled up into a ball on your sofa; he couldn’t help but smile to himself, seeing your cute and sleeping figure in front of him. He sighed as he quietly walked towards you, admiring you in your sleep. He crouched down as he brought his hands to your face, tucking a stray hair out of your beautiful face. He chuckled as he heard you whimper in your sleep. As much as he wanted to admire you all night, he wanted to let you rest properly. He stood back up and carefully scooped you into his strong arms, afraid that he’d wake you, “In-ho...? ” You whimper, your soft and sleepy voice made him stop his movements “. It's me, Sweetheart. It's just me.” He said as he carefully walked upstairs to locate your room. You nuzzled your face on his neck; even when sleepy, you couldn't help but inhale the unique scent of In-Ho. The way his arms carried your tired body, his body was relaxed as if you weighed nothing. You curled your arms around his neck, embracing the moment. In-Ho got startled a little from your action; his face turned red from how tight you were embracing him. He twisted the metal knob of your room quickly with his other hand; afraid that you’d fall from his grip, he kicked the door slightly and held you back again.

He walked in your room—your room smells like you, sweet and aromatic. He liked that the walls are painted with pastel green, matching the white decorations hanging on the wall. He also noticed how neat and clean you are. He settled your sleeping figure on your bed. He crouched down as he put you down on your bed, tucking a stray hair away from your beautiful face. You whimpered, “In-ho…” Hearing his own name roll on your lips sends shivers down his spine. “hmm? ” he hummed in response, “Don’t leave...please? ” you said as you slowly opened your eyes to see in-ho crouching down beside you, face flustered, “Stay in for tonight, with me..” you added as you gave him a tired smile, a smile that never fails to make his stomach full of butterflies, “I will sweetheart, i won’t leave you.” In-ho fingers traced your cheeks and jaw, mesmerizing how beautiful you are, how soft your skin is, how he would protect you from anything that this world could do to harm you–you looked at him, eyes sparkling with how handsome and perfect he is, his lips that you swear you want those lips to travel all over your body–to explore each and every part of your skin, to kiss your little scars and imperfections, his sharp jawline that you want to trail your lips upon–his nose that you once imagine as he eats you out, that nose would hit your clit as he looks up at you while he devours you whole–His dark brown eyes that you swore many times that you got lost in those eyes, the way he looks at you, its something captivating and pure lust, “Y/n” he cuts you off from your deep thoughts, “Are you ok? Do you want me to get you some water?” he said as he removed his glasses, settling them down on your nightstand. You shook your head, “No…” He nodded as he caressed your hair while looking deeply in your eyes, “Alright, I’ll go sleep on the couch; I won’t leave, I promise.” In-ho was about to stand up as you softly grabbed his arm, stopping his movement, “Sleep here…” Your voice sounded tired and sleepy, “Are you sure? ” His voice is calm and collected, and you nodded, “Need your words, princess…” he said, almost chuckling. “Yes.” And that did it. In-ho removed his shoes and socks, settling them down under the bed. You watched him remove his watch and placed it on the nightstand beside you. He looked down at you, “Would you mind if I remove my shirt? ” he said as he played with the button of his button-up shirt, “I wouldn’t fucking mind, In-ho.’ You thought, “I-it’s ok…” you said as he nodded, unbuttoning his shirt while looking down on you; his movements are painfully slow; it's like he’s teasing you, but hey, you don’t mind. You noticed how toned his chest is, how athletic his body looks; at his age like that, it's quite unbelievable, a smirk ghosted on In-Ho’s lips as he noticed how intrigued you are with him. He chuckled as he threw the piece of fabric on the floor before settling down beside you, “It's quite hot; I don’t sleep with a shirt on, sorry,” he said as he explained himself, “It's ok…” you said as you felt his bare chest on you, “Why do you want me to sleep here? ” He said as he looked up at the ceiling, a silence cut through the thick air of tension between the two of you, “I don’t know…I feel safe when you’re here.” That made In-Ho smile, a smile that is always because of you, his sunshine neighbor who takes care of his cat, his neighbor that never fails to make him smile, the same neighbor that he imagines late at night while he jerks himself in the shower, on his bed, and even in his office.

“Goodnight, In-ho,” you said as you lazily smiled at In-ho, who was already looking at you. “Good night, sweetheart.” He watched you close your eyes as you drifted off to sleep, watching your chest slowly rise up and down as you whimpered in your sleep.

There’s something about this night that made In-ho feel content; he feels full and satisfied with your presence, your unique scent that never fails to make him hard. He sighs in relief as he watches you sleep; he chuckled as he saw your eyebrows furrowed in your sleep, “Why does she sleep like that?” he said to himself as he brought his hand up on your forehead—separating your eyebrows apart, “Much better” he muttered as he smiled seeing your pouty face while you slept. He leaned in to kiss your forehead but hesitated, “Maybe someday..” In-Ho groans as he admires your sleeping figure, you look so vulnerable, yet peaceful he feels content—he’s sure that he doesn't want this night to end but, It's been a long day for you and In-ho, a long day for him to remember, a night for him to cherish. He closes his eyes as he hopes to dream of you, to see your gorgeous face in his sleep.

Author's Note: I apologize if I was gone for a while, I had to finish my school works:(( I've got writers block like a few weeks ago and I couldn't finish my other chapters that's why it's been a while, but I promise to deliver goods fics for y'all! Thank you so so much for all of your support! Y'all's comment, reblog, likes, and encouragement keep me going!💚🖤

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[botchedsundoll]

G. WONGSAWAT, O. TOKITA, R. KURE, SP. YOROIZUKA X READER (SEPARATE)

ೃ⁀➷ sypnosis; general relationship hc’s

ೃ⁀➷ warnings; none!

ೃ⁀➷ author’s note; STOP ik this isnt re, im just deprived and decided to write this myself ummmmmmm, established relationships looolollol, random short hcs i have

G. WONGSAWAT

is always checking up on you, making sure you’re taking care of yourself

always asking whether you’ve ate today or not. he just wants to see you happy and healthy ok!! if you say no or suspects you’re lying to him, he’s immediately sitting you down wherever closest and shoving forkfuls of food into your mouth

with that in mind, whenever he’s cooking anything he’s always calling you over to the kitchen to be his little taste tester. spoon in his hand, other hand cupped under your chin as he just feeds you and patiently waits for your feedback

which is literally always positive

refrains from publicising your relationship too much, everyone KNOWS you two are together but know nothing about what goes on behind closed doors

his favourite sight? when he wakes up in the morning and you’re still asleep in his arms. will genuinely just lay there for a minute or two simply staring at you, brushing stray pieces of hair out your face

if you have long hair, he definitely asks whether he can help you with it. whether that’s braiding it, curling it, straightening it, brushing it, whatever!!! he just finds it really intimate and loves helping you in any way he can

definitely buys you some expensive ass hair oils and insists on putting it on your hair himself

and so, he lets you do his hair! although he mostly limits it to brushing it and tying it into his usual ponytail, or a braid if the two of you are at home. can’t have everything you want sadly

on one hand, he’d absolutely love for you to be there in the crowd of his boxing matches and cheer him on. yet on the other hand, he doesn’t want to mix work life into his life with you - as a result, quite conflicted on the topic

rama knew about you as one of the first people for a fact. probably sensed something was up, and decided to pry it out of gaolang. insisted on meeting you the next day

if you do happen to wake up whilst he’s getting ready for work, you’re always helping him. buttoning his shirt for him, tying his tie for him and smoothing out his blazer before sending him off with a kiss. such simple things are enough to make his heart flutter with love

arguements are practically non existent. and if they do happen, he takes a very mature approach to them and sorts it out as soon as possible - he doesn’t want to argue with you!!

O. TOKITA

ALWAYS picks food off the pan whenever you’re cooking something, which always ends up with a scolding from you and a utensil smacking his fingers

since ohma has a massive appetite, he’s always eating. which results in him also always trying to shove food down your throat - saying things like you need to grow big and strong or whatever

he’s SO distracting and annoying whenever he knows you’re trying to do something and focus. all of a sudden he’s all over you, constantly nipping at your skin and wrapping his arms around you, leaving kisses on your collarbone

literally only to get a reaction out of you. once he does he just smirks to himself and leaves you alone

pretends to fight you. you’ll be stood in the kitchen doing something with your back towards him, he’ll come up behind you and start throwing punches and kicks at you (which don’t land, obviously he doesn’t actually want to hurt you)

he’s always touching you in some sort of way. fingers gently wrapped around your wrist to stop you from walking off, arms wrapped around you in bed, knee touching yours when you’re sat besides eachother. he can’t help it

using big words with him is beautiful. he’ll simply stare at you, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted as he has absolutely no fucking clue what you just said to him. or he goes along with it and just guesses whether it’s something positive or negative

arguements are quite… common. most likely something to do with him and his fighting - which results in the two of you in screaming matches and ohma leaving for a couple hours or even the night, most likely to get in a fight to let off some steam. comes back all apologetic, tugging you into his arms, back against his chest, and peppering kisses all over your face + neck. ends up with you patching whatever injuries he’d sustained on his little escapade

ohma has a talent. and that is napping anywhere in your apartment possible - as long as you’re besides him. he can’t explain it - something about being in an environment he deems safe and you huddled up against his side just causes him to knock out. the amount of times he’s fallen asleep whilst you two were watching a movie is simply laughable

he can definitely outsass you at times without even realising. have you seen how damn sassy his stance is with his hand on his hip??

kazuo is DEFINITELY very fond of you and the fact you can put up with ohma, despite how rough around the edges he is

R. KURE

he can be SO petty and annoying

constantly riling you up on purpose just to get a reaction out of you, pissing you off just because he feels like it - he genuinely finds it funny and entertaining

you have to drag this guy to sleep. he simply won’t do it himself - says he’s not tired and needs to train some more or whatever. tug on his arm, keep on whining to him about it, give him a pout or something, he’ll cave eventually

with that in mind, as much as he hates to admit it he is a complete sucker for your touch. would rather die than admit it, though. you are definitely not finding out that you interlocking your arm with his, or holding onto his bicep, when the two of you are walking makes him feel like he’s on cloud nine.

takes GREAT pride in the fact you feel as though he can protect you from anything. and don’t get me wrong, he won’t even hesitate to kill for you

the phrase ‘do you want me to kill them’ is used so often. but it’s gotten to the point you don’t even know if it’s a joke or not because of how serious his expression is and the complete lack of humour in his voice (it’s not, he’s deadly serious)

much to your surprise, he has quite a hard time saying no to you. and trust me he HATES it, finds it so weak and pathetic that a pretty little thing like you can genuinely make it hard for him to make decisions. usually ends up in him doing some stupid bullshit you asked him to do with you and him grumbling under his breath about it

SP. YOROIZUKA

human heater. he runs so warm

as a result, sleeping with him in summer is a genuine nightmare. his grip on you is TIGHT, and you best believe me you aren’t going anywhere at night - he’s a heavy sleeper despite never actually wanting to go to sleep

saw can be such a kid at times. especially when it comes to sleeping - for him, most ideally he’d be waking up at sunrise and going to bed at midnight. and so you basically have to coax him into bed every night otherwise only god knows when he’d finally get some shut eye

he WILL do basically anything for you, no matter how stupid it may be. as long as it puts a smile on your face, he couldn’t care less truthfully.

have you seen those photos of big muscular guys sleeping under like hello kitty blankets or smthing with a really feminine pattern on?? yeah thats him

if he could have it his way, he’d carry you on his shoulders everywhere. a; he enjoys having you close to him. b; it makes him feel good that he’s helping you out. c; he’s touching you. get the gist? he absolutely loves being around you

he actually tries to be quieter around you!! actually speaking in a normal ‘inside’ voice around you so he doesn’t burst your eardrums and cause you unnecessary medical bills - see, he loves you!

the children in his village absolutely adore you two, always running up to the pair of you practically the moment you leave the house and badgering you with endless questions

absolutely loves cooking with you, he likes it in general but with you? he could yell in excitement - but of course he won’t, he has to focus after all!

play fights with him are a definite. fake punches and kicks thrown before he grabs you in his arms and just peppers kisses all over your face

he’s not too good with anything needing common sense or genuine thought, that much is obvious. but he’s surprisingly a very hands-on guy, and really good with fixing things

taps broken? he’s on it. a pipe burst? he’s already there fixing it! definitely talks your ear off whilst fixing it though

has absolutely no problem falling asleep anywhere and everywhere. once it’s nap time, he’s dragging you down with him and you’re going to sleep too - you don’t get a say in it once he has an iron grip around you

[lesbianlenas]

the way i bought myself a really pretty spoon rest for like $14 the other day for no reason 😭 actually it was bc i was buying my mom a present and you needed $35 for free shipping and shipping was $7 so i was like i will just buy smth for ME that’s not that expensive and then i will feel better and that’s how they get you but now i just remembered that and i’m like why did i buy myself a spoon rest like that….like i know why i have a thing where i am VERY bothered by not having a place to put utensils down but $14….ok in my defense it was actually very pretty 😔 so basically it was for a reason and i know why i did it but at the same time were those reasons enough for me to feel justified in actually having gone thru w that purchase…….to be determined!

[wt-nv-quotes]

Today’s sponsor is spoons. Can’t get soup without ‘em. What are you going to do? Drink soup? Just pick the bowl up and drink it? Now that I’m saying it out loud, that actually would work fine. I think there’s a number of cultures where that’s how they do soup. Still, how are you going to eat yogurt without a spoon? Ever thought of that? What are you going to do, put it in some kind of pouch that you can carry around and then….no, they’ve done that too? Really?

Ok fine. So there are fewer exclusive-use cases than we thought. But still, spoons are useful. Try spoons once, and buddy, I think you’re going to be back to try more. Our great culture rests on the back of the humble spoon, and don’t you ever forget it.

Spoons: Like a fork, but for wet.

[jj-maybanks-daughter]

Jj x daughter where she is suicidal? Very angst and fluffy in the end maybe sorry if that’s too dark

I did it like she has severe OCD and it makes her do stuff like thay, I'm if thats what your looking for but I don't really know how to write it any other way... Hope you still like it

"y/n, time for breakfast!" Jj shouted through the halls

Y/n rolled her eyes and crawled out of bed, yawning and scratching her head. She looked around and saw her window was open.

She walked to the window to shut it but something sudden came to her mind "if you don't slam the window, someones gonna sneak in and steal you" she hated the feeling but something just made her have thoights like that. Like the devil on her shoulder.

She shut her eyes and slammed the window down, causing it to make the house shutter a little.

"what did I tell you about slamming things?!?" Jj yelled from the kitchen

"Sorry.... I didn't mean to..." She yelled back. She walked to the kitchen to see the pogues sitting at the table and couch.

"hey y/n/n" Sarah smiled as y/n trudged to the hallway

smile or shell hate you y/n flashed her a smile back, washing her hands and going to sitbat the countertop

"Here you are" jj slid the pancakes to her down the counter. She grabbed the syrup. She poured some on her plate.

Keep going or its poison. She gulped as she continued to pour the syrup, the stares from the pogues not going unnoticed

Stop she quickly stood the syrup back up right and placed it back on the counter. She put her head down staring at all the syrup. She grabbed her fork and started cutting it up

Its gotta be perfect she skillfully cut the pancakes in even squares.

Chew five times or you'll choke She chewed her pancakes, counting to five as the rest of the pogues talk behind her.

"Y/n, you wanna surf with us today?" John b asked as he put his plate in the sink.

"Uhhhhh" say no or they'll drown "no I'm ok" she smiled to him and put her fork down carefully.

There were three more squares of pancakes left. She was full but she couldn't leave three, it didn't make sense to leave three.

She picked up her fork again and stuffed the rest in her mouth, still taking five bites of each.

Usally her OCD wasn't this bad, but she was on her period. It always made it 10 times worse than usual. She didn't know she had ocd, she didnt even know what it was. She thought everyone had the little voice in theor head.

She washed her hands and started washing her dishes, carefully going in between each prong on the fork with the new sponge. She washed her hands again after, drying them with a paper towel.

She opened the drawer with the utensils and quickly noticed that a fork was mixed in with the spoons. She clenched her jaw and moved it to where it was supposed to go. She smiled down at the masterpiece that was the utensil order.

"we are gonna head out. The waves are great now. You sure you don't wanna come?" Jj asked looking out the window to the waves

" yup, I'm good" she assured as she put her dishes away.

"See ya later, y/n" kid shouted as they walked ouside.

Y/n huffed a tired sigh and looked around the room. The amount of random stuff and trash around made her blood boil. She picked up the clothes and put them in a hamoer, threw away the trash, and finished cleaning the whole house.

A few hours later they came back, wet of seawater and talking and laughing loudly. They threw their stuff just like they always did. They didn't noticed she cleaned even though it was like a different house.

She came behind them and picked everything they dropped back up. She organized it how its supposed to be and went back to her perfect room

She walked in noticing the bed wasn't made. She flipped put. How do you do all that stuff around the house and can't make your bed. What a failure. She grabbed her head and layer down on the bed, hitting it with frustration AA few times. She caught her breath after her fit and made her bed perfectly. She noticed the razor on her dresser and how it wasn't where it was supposed to be. Cut yourself or your dad will die

She had tears in her eyes as she pulled her bracelets off, placing them o the dresser. She cut her wrists. Again. Again. Again.Again. again.you can't stop at six, do it again. Again. Again.again.again

She sobbed looking at the ten marks on her wrists. Five or each side. It hurt like hell, but she couldn't stop. She just couldnt.

"Y/n/n?" She heard her dads voice from behind the closed door. "Y/n can I come in?" She looked around her room to find something to cover her wrists witj. She couldn't disappoint her dad.

"n-no" she ccried out. She got her blood on her carpet, making her freak out. "This isn't how its supposed to be, this isn't right its all dirty and-and" she was rambling on about the carpet as jj listened in to her talking to herself.

Touch the cornerbof the dresser or it'll get everywhere else she put both of her hands to the dresser and she saw the doorknob rattle, making her panick. But she couldn't walk away or clean it up if she couldn't move her hands from the dresser. At that point she had blood on her wrists, hands, dresser,carpet, and clothes. She hated it.

A few seconds later, jj was in her room, staring at the scene before him. "What's going on?" He asked confused

"Npthing" she sniffeled, making it so he couldn't see her hands on the dresser.

"whys there blood on your carpet?" He pointed to the carpet to get a closer look.

Deny, deny, demy "uhh i uhh... I dont know" she shrugged looking down at jj as blood dripped behind her.

"don't lie to me, y/n. Shy is there blood on the carpet" he asked.sternly, attention fully on y/n

"It been there"

"No it hasnt. Its wet and shit if it wasn't fresh Itd bbe dry"

She started sobbing from the pressure, finally letting go of the dresser behind her.

Jj gasped "whyd you do that?" He asked, with her hand in his, as he.examined the cuts.

"Because"

"Because why? I mean I could've helped you, you didn't need to do that, babe"

"The little voice in my head told me to"

"You can't listen to that i...I dont know-"

She cut him off "it said you would die if I didn't, dad" she cried into his shirt

"What? I.wait what else has it said"

"I-i don't know like don't go surfing or you'll drown and crap I don't know"

"how long as it been doing that?" He asked hugging her tightly

"Forever" she scoffed

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought it was normal" she said in a question ing voice,.raising an eyebrow

"I think you have OCD" he whispered go her as she sniffed

"What's that"

"Ill get pope. He'll know that shit"

She giggled as he went to gef pope.

A few minutes later all the pogues entered the room. Sarah had the first aid kit in her hand and started next to y/n on the floor, giving her a smike.

"I read about it once. Its like an anxiety form where you get unreasonable thoughts and fears. You like try to deal with them by doing certain things that come to your head, like the dresser thing" y/n winced as.Sarah cleaned the cuts "sorry"

"reasoning doesn't help with it so you get put on medication to help" pope further explained.

"well then where did it come from?" John b asked as he sat on the bed watching sarah.

"They dont know. Possibly genetics, Brain abnormalitys, living environment, they don't know."

"what do we do about it?" Jj grunted from scrubbing the carpet

"Antidepressant s or anti anxiety medications, but it needs to be prescribed"

"Do we take her to her dkctor?" John b asks

"yup"

Sarah finished cleaning up y/n and grabbed her a pack of ice to numb the pain a little.

"Thanks guys..." Y/n looked down

"Sure kid, just want to make sure your good." Jj hugs her and they all join in.

Theygot her a prescription and checked up on her often. The thoughts mostly went away. She could do stuff without having to make sure it was absolutely perfect and she didn't have to wash her hands a million times a day. She still washed them often tho

Sorry it was not in fact proof read. I'm really tired while writing this so please have mercy 🙏

[androcola]

ok so mike has autism and i just Know that he has a certain set of utensils he Needs to use or he just Won't eat. he Definitely prefers small spoons and small forks. if the spoon is too big he's Afraid. he won't even touch it. if his utensils and his dishes aren't around he won't even eat. and god help you if you use his utensils

[gooch-cancer]

Steven Meeks x (GN!) Piano Player! Reader

In which: You are a church pianist for the Welton church whose gentle melodies caught the attention of Steven Meeks.

A/N: The demon is still in me unfortunately so I'm currently writing this only a couple of hours after the first chapter. However I have band camp because I for some reason chose bass clarinet over a social life. Anyway that means I'll be too busy to add more chapters consistently, can't thank yall enough for the love on the first chapter:

Chapter 2:

That Wednesday night was all that Steven could think about. It was only about three days ,but to him it might as well have been three years. The light was dim in the dining hall as Steven scarfed down his meal, trying desperately to finish soon so he could go to chapel. His friend Neil furrowed his eyebrows at his friends odd change of behavior, "Everything alright Meeks?" he questioned before putting a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. Steven wiped his mouth and nodded furiously, "Yeah- yeah everything's fine why wouldn't it be?"

Neil just shook his head and continued eating ,but Charlie butted in, "He's got a crush..." he sung while giggling like a little schoolgirl. Steven choked on his water, his face turning red while coughing profusely. This just made Charlie laugh harder. Neil looked at the two with wide eyes, "Woah wait really? Who is it?" Steven put his hand up the other covering his mouth with a napkin.

He shook his head and cleared his throat, his face still red, "N-no one..." he choked out. Charlie shook his head and turned to Neil, "You remember that person that played piano for chapel this past Sunday?" Neil nodded his head. "Well you would've thought Meeks was seeing Helen of Troy herself the way he looked at them. Isn't that right Pitts?" He nudged Pitts with his elbow and he nodded, confirming Charlie's story.

Neil turned back to Steven, "Meeks you have to talk to them..." Steven looked at him like he'd been struck, "Are you insane?" he shook his head, "I already tried and they for sure thinks I'm just some...I don't even know," Pitts decided to pipe up in response, "Listen,if Knox can somehow get Chris,then you can get the pianist...Carpe Diem Meeks," He pointed at him with his fork to accentuate his point. Steven sighed and put his elbow on the table, resting his head on his hand. He had a dreamy far off look in his eye as he thought about you, how beautiful and graceful you were.

He put his arms back down to his side and his hands on his lap, "Perhaps you're right," he mumbled. Neil clapped his hands together, "Alright, we'll sit in the front to make sure you have a clear view and we'll get out of your hair after service so you can talk to them," Neil prattled off excitedly, he was always happy to help a friend and it certainly helped that he adored romance. The beauty and poetry that comes from such a fickle thing fascinated him. Meeks could see Todd in the corner of his eye admiring Neil whilst he spoke. Steven nodded and smiled, the first time he did since this conversation, "Yeah...yeah I will! I'll talk to them,"

Neil put his hand on Meeks's shoulder, "Good man!" Steven gave a small laugh, Neil always seemed to have that effect on people. The cafeteria was suddenly silent as Mr.Nolan stood up and cleared his throat, "Gentlemen," he called out, "Now is the time for chapel, I expect you all in that building in 5 minutes, you have been dismissed," The group shot Steven various giggles and smiles because they all knew what that meant for him. He straightened his uniform and tightened his tie, "How do I look?" he said to Charlie. Charlie chuckled, "Like the sexiest man alive,"

Steven gave him the biggest grin and sauntered out of the room and into the drafty air of outside. The group followed closely behind him, lost in their own conversations, but he couldn't hear them. He was completely absorbed by you, infatuated even. As they approached the chapel they all squeezed into the very front pew, Steven in the middle between Charlie and Neil. With almost perfect view of the piano, your piano. An almost deja vu hush fell amongst the boys as the headmaster walked in with you beside him. This time you were in more casual clothing, unlike the dressed up outfit from Sunday.

You sat onto the bench again but this time you turned toward the front pew looking straight at him. You smiled and gave him a small wave and he returned the favor. Neil gave Meeks the biggest smile as he nudged his shoulder, but he kept on looking at you a small smile on his bright red face. Mr.Nolan looked at the boys disapproval on his face as he cleared his throat, "Please...I would you like you to turn to page 478, 'Just as I Am," Steven sang lively, his eyes never leaving you as your nimble fingers pranced along the keys. The piano was an old thing, its sound echoey and there was a key broken. You somehow were able to play lovely nonetheless or maybe he was just biased.

As Mr.Nolan spoke, something about the purity of childhood, Neil leaned over and whispered in his ear, "What're you gonna tell them?" Steven looked at him, confused,"I- I have no clue," This was true. It took him so long to gather up confidence that he completely forgot about the second part, actually talking to you. Neil snickered a bit, "Compliment their eyes or their hair, things like that," Steven widened his eyes, "I can't say something like that!," Charlie leaned forward to join in, "No see you gotta ask them questions about themself, people love talking about themselves," Neil frowned for a second but nodded his head, "Charlie actually has a point here-"

Mr.Nolan interrupted, "Gentlemen!" he boomed, all three boys immediately stopped speaking and looked up at him, "Is there something you'd like to share or perhaps you'd like a couple of demerits?" You turned around and looked at them, worry etched on your face. Charlie looked up at him a smile on his face, "Of course Mr.Nolan, my good friend Neil here was just wondering what verse we were at," He looked over at you and wiggled his eyebrows. You put a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing.

Mr.Nolan sighed and shook his head, "It's 1 Corinthians 15:42, Mr.Perry next time please pay better attention," Neil shot Charlie a glare before turning back to Mr.Nolan and nodding, a 'yes sir' on his lips. You turned back to your piano and began to prepare for the next song. Besides that small hiccup, the rest of the sermon was smooth except for Steven's growing pit of despair in his stomach. As the night ended and everyone piled out, the chapel was empty save for you and Meeks. You walked over to him and smiled, sitting beside him on the pew. He looked over at you, "Hello..." his voice was timid. "Hi, you're uh Steven? Right?" you greeted, your beautiful smile never leaving your face. He nodded, "Y-yeah..."

"I heard your voice today," you said initiating the conversation, "you didn't sound bad, are you in the choir?" Steven shook his head ,"Oh um no- no. Welton doesn't have a choir," You tilted your head in confusion, "No?" He shook his head confirming your answer. You hummed in thought, "How odd...does your school not promote the arts at all?" Steven scoffed, "God no...they're obsessed with the mentality of molding young boys into men, we don't even have a band," You laughed at the thought, "Huh, no wonder they needed someone else to play piano. Though I'm sure a lot of you have talent that must be nurtured," Steven perked up at this, his confidence slowly growing, "Yeah! Me and Pitts are building a hi-fi system,"

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, "Oh, that's fascinating that's like a radio right?" He chuckled and adjusted his glasses, "Sort of but really-" He was suddenly cut off by the sound of a throat clearing. You both turned your bodies toward the source of the noise to be met by Mr.Keating. He smiled kindly at the two of you, "Mr.Meeks, I must say this is a surprise to me but you two must leave before Mr.Nolan gets back. I wouldn't want your friend here to get in trouble," He nodded towards you, "I'm sure you're lovely and I'm sorry to ask you to leave,"

You nodded and grabbed your songbook, "Yes sir I'm sorry sir," you repeated like a mantra while heading out, your face heating up from embarrassment. Mr.Keating sighed and walked back toward Steven, putting a hand on his shoulder, "'At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet', can you tell me who said that Mr.Meeks?" Steven looked up at Mr.Keating, a sad expression on his face from missing you, "That was Euripides sir," Keating nodded looking down at him with great pride on his face, "Excellent, I expect great work from you this coming Friday,"

He patted Meeks shoulder and walked out of the Chapel, whistling some old sea shanty.

[noellefan101]

Helloo!!

I would to send in a request, could you do a soft/fluff day with Mister Neuvillette? With a Female Raeder as well please :)

If your uncomfortable with this request you are welcome to ignore it, thank you very much! :3

(Sending headpats!)

(thank u for the headpats!)

Characters: Neuvillette x Female reader

Summary: a sweet day off, with Neuvi

[edit: i forgot to tag u so here, @ayoharuko]

i only use they/them pronounce for the melusines bc they are in a group(and im a coward)

Note: i tired to finish this as quickly as possible, bc i havent really written anything for neuvi(other than my kissing them series). but i really liked writing this, though it was a little hard to come up with something(my brain is becoming mush), love you

It was really sunny when you woke up, the light shining through the half-open curtains, giving your skin a beautiful glow as well. you sat up in your bed, looking around tiredly. and you were surprised to see Neuvillette still in bed, since he would normally be out of the house by now. but it's not like you were complaining, especially not on his day off. so you quietly snuck out of bed to not wake him, quickly put on a decent outfit and started making breakfast for him.

He eventually did wake up, despite you trying to be quiet, and walked around the house to find you since you weren´t in bed.

He found you in the kitchen, happily dancing around as you made breakfast for you both. the sight made his heart beat in so many ways he couldn´t understand, but he felt warm whenever it happened, so he didn´t give it much thought. although Sigewinne once told him its a sign that he loves you, and so she had to explain to him how that works(she wanted to give up inside a little(poor Sigewinne)).

"Neuvi? Are you ok? you´ve been staring at me for a while now y'know"

"..."

"..."

He didn´t hear you, too lost in your beauty to comprehend that you were talking to him. you were a little annoyed at being ignored, but quickly brushed it off and tried calling him again, this time with a hand on his cheek,

"Neuvillette love, you there?"

He snapped out of his line of thought the second you touched his cheek, now looking into your eyes. placing his own hand over yours.

"Sorry darling, i was just a little too lost in your beauty for a moment. was there anything you needed?"

You looked into his eyes, thinking for a bit, was there anything you needed right now, you guessed he could help you get the flour from the top capinet.

"yes actually, could you be so kind as to hand me the flour, its for the cake i said i wanted to bake"

You looked at him with the pretties eyes you could manage.

"Sure lovely, I´ll get you anything you need"

You removed your hand from his face and walked over to the bowl of sugar and eggs, to mix them together, before the dry ingredients were put in.

You had been baking all morning, what had Neuvillette been doing you ask, well... you actually don't know. either he was in the kitchen helping(looking at) you or he was out of your line of sight(prob with a melusine).

But now you´re kind of missing his presence, and you were done with most of the pastries you wanted him and the melusines to try(your excuse to see him being cute with them).

So you of course wanted to find him.

But you still needed time to set up what you had planned for his day off, and you asked some melusines to help you carry the lighter things, like a blanket or spoons(not knives or forks, they could hurt themselves). and when they then offered to get him for you, you protested, but they just continued on with "you should relax too you´know, not just him. now sit down and we´ll get him over here." so you obliged.

The main reason you had decided that today would be a great time to have a picnic out on a field of flowers, was because it didn´t seem like there were going to be many, if any, clouds today, so it would be perfect for a picnic(hence why you spent your morning in the kitchen).

When they (totally not forcefully) dragged him over to your prepared date, they could see the visible change it his eyes (though it was already softer than normal, bc melusines) when he looked at you sitting among the flowers. he eventually sat down beside you, kissing your cheek softly and thanking you for doing this just for him.

Eventually, the melusines that helped you set up and stuff left (smiling sweetly at their monsuir [i think i spelled it wrong, im sry] Neuvillette´s sweet interaction with you).

The both of you didn´t even notice and you just continued on with your picnic. you offered him a piece of the cake you baked in the morning, and he happily took it, enjoying the taste of your baking.

(as he should)

He had also looked at you with heart in his eyes(more than he normally did) as you ate your piece of cake, he couldn´t help himself you were too beautiful not to look at too long. It´s not the first time he has looked(stared) at you today either, and it certainly won´t be the last time today. Safe to say he liked having this day with you, a day containing only you (and the occasional Melusine), instead of all the paperwork being the only thing he normally looks at all-day.

He liked anything you did together, it doesn´t matter if it was his or your idea, neither if he liked the thing or not, the thing that mattered was that you wanted to, that you were there with him, and he loves you even more for that.

He loves you more than a diver loves the sea, more than a florist loves flowers, more than anything.

Thank u for reading, hope its ok(ik its late asf), luv ya-Masterlist

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

[oneforthemunny]

Always wanted to ask, how does each Eddie's house/apartment look like; where do you envision each of them living?

dom!eddie i picture living in a trailer sorta similar to wayne's. less stuff if that makes sense, since he hasn't lived there as long??? very boy decorated. mismatch, hand-me-down furniture. he tries to make it homey and tapes pictures of you and him on the wall lol. no frame, just packing tape and it's sweet and a little funny. quilts on the bed he got from wayne, posters in his room- maybe the living room. not a throw pillow in sight until you move in lol. probably like one plate, one fork, one spoon, one knife type vibe lol. very boy coded.

janitor!eddie i picture the same vibe as before (i'll call dom!eddie the default) until he moves in with you. i think it would be a small home. two bedrooms (technically three if you count the small 'office' space that you turned into a room). no garage, but he built a covering for you. it's very homey. he built shelves in the living room for all your books (i fuckin' lost the book blurb if anyone has it lol). lots of pictures on the wall, over the mantle. really just a very homey cozy vibe, and i'll leave how that looks up to you :)

older!eddie also has a house. it's not huge by any means, bigger than average. like a one story, three or four bedroom, two and a half bath kinda vibe. he got it after the divorce and he could afford it. he wanted brielle to have her own space and have some extra room for the hopeful future, and he's glad he did. probably very bare minimum as well before you moved in. like a nicer couch- no throw pillows, maybe one throw brielle bought at target, like one of those cheap ones from the $5 section lol. pictures of brielle in frames, but that's the only decor. not even a doormat. two flat ass pillows on the bed, but in nice sheets. a toothbrush holder, hand soap, and no towel on the bathroom. has a music room with his guitar and stuff, garage full of tools to do oil changes and stuff if he needs to. one half broken plastic laundry basket, and candles brielle brings home from bath and body works lol. please tell me you're getting the vibe lol.

mafia!eddie is a 180 entirely. ENTIRELY. mansion. he built it so it's new, but he wanted it to look gothic and ominous as fuck. like very unapproachable. dark exterior, steel gates at the front of the property. he bought land out in the middle of the woods in hawkins, off the beaten path for sure so you wouldn't see the entrance unless you were looking for it type? lots of dark red oriental carpets, red sheets, mahogany wood, chandeliers that are kinda dramatic and dark. all the furniture looks victorian but dark. i think it's mentioned in curiosity killed the cat that he was going for a vibe that was "a mix between dracula and the godfather" lol. large book shelves, candle opera lighting, dark grand stair well, bear skin rug (with the head bc he thought it looked sick). large, tall windows but all the glass is one way glass so it looks even freakier from the outside. very gothic victorian chic.

rockstar!eddie ok so pre-kids- he had a home in malibu, a penthouse in la. owns a couple different properties bc why not. he hired someone to decorate, but really it's like he put weird shit in there lol. like very rockstar- bachelor pad coded. like there's a fifty thousand dollar imported couch... next to light sabers on the wall that he won at a bidding bc they were used in a movie. bedroom is very... interesting lol. def has a waterbed in at least one room. has a bed post with clips for his... activities lol. probably a hook for a sex swing too. then a whole music memorabilia type room. plaques, his achievements, but also things he's collected.

tamed rockstar!eddie with kids- he lets nb decorate mainly but he also adds a few things. he designs the sex dungeon and it does in fact look like a dungeon. dramatic ass lighting, literal chain cuffs on the wall, a bed that with thick posts, mirror on the ceiling, a whole wall of toys. it's so him, like his mind. then he also has a studio in his basement. really, it started bc when he started having kids, he didn't want to leave his house. didn't want to drive into the city to record, so had one put there bc why not? he's got the $$ lol. he also gets the flowers pressed from their three weddings, the baby showers, any really big achievement- he'll get a bouquet made and pressed and preserved. nb always hangs them and decorates with them, and it makes him so proud lol.

bouncer!eddie lives in an apartment. it's very sketch, very cheap. like one bedroom, one bath, tiny ass kitchen and little living room. he literally just lives there. no personal touches beside a tv, a boombox. mattress on the ground, card table and folding chairs, leftover box as a nightstand, towel as a bath mat. he mainly stays at your place so he's not too worried about it, but the first time you come in, you're a little horrified.

cowboy!eddie- i know this is going to sound cliche but if you've ever seen the ranch on netflix lol. that's what i picture. like that wooden, ranch style house. a little older, i think it's been renovated since it was built like forever ago. small screened in porch, wooden dutch doors. a sun room in the back of the house with some house plants. an older couch and recliner, a wooden heater stove in the living room- it was apart of the original design of the house so he kept it, even with the ac/heating unit. patterned quilts on the bed, old school floral sheets that came with the house lol. really, he didn't do much to it besides add a few of his things when he moved in, because it was his grandparent's home before his.

modern!eddie had an apartment close to the park for a very small time. roomed with gareth, and then once he started staying with you, he didn't stay there anymore. probably didn't have a bed, but a futon they put in one of the rooms and had all their gaming stuff in it. he's victim of the striped, blue comforter that's faded as hell. has a rick and morty poster he put on the wall with thumb tacks. tv on the ground with his gaming stuff, wires everywhere. a closet that has shit spilling out of it. very messy lol.

[tabl3]

ef incorrect quotes #3 (ft. Adam and Leo)

Casually in the Middle of a High Stakes/Dangerous Situation leo: How do you eat pickles? kaz: What do you mean? leo: I mean, there's a whole process. It's not like you can grab them from the jar with your hand, because it's cold and the juice burns if you have a cut, plus, it's pretty unsanitary. And you can't use a spoon because you'll have to scoop it out, and it'll be way too difficult to grab more than three or four without taking 10 minutes along with half the brine in the jar, even if it's one with holes. kaz: Yeah, that's why you use a fork. leo: Okay, sure, but what if you don't have one of the big ones clean? It's weird to use a small one. But there is always one of those smaller sharp knives clean. kaz: But the straight edge doesn't really fit the cylindrical shape, and you have to make sure you don' t break it, it's too much work. leo: It makes me feel like I deserve the pickles though. Like, "Yeah, I did it. That's right. Good job me." It's empowering. But even after that, it's not like you can use a bowl. kaz: I get that, it's not aesthetically pleasing. leo: Exactly! And it looks weird if you don't entirely fill the bowl, but you also can't eat that many. My solution: Use a mug. kaz: Nods in agreement chase: That is all very interesting, BUT WE'RE TRYING NOT TO DIE RIGHT NOW! USE YOUR LIMITED ATTENTION SPANS AND FOCUS! leo: Jeez, okay. kaz: Quit yelling at us already.

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skylar: When bree was born, the gods said, "She's too perfect for this world." oliver: Please. When she were born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

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chase: I am going to need you to swear- adam : Fuck. chase: chase: …swear as in promise.

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chase: You get turned back into a baby but you retain all your skills and memory, what do you do? leo: Eat a nickel. skylar: A reminder: You have retained all your skills and memories. adam : Eat a nickel. chase: Ok.

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kaz: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm? oliver: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

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chase, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

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leo and bree are in a car teetering on the edge of a cliff leo: oh my god, bree, backwards! bree: Really, leo? I thought I might go forwards into the river, I thought that would be a fun thing to do.

(chase had to come rescue them)

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chase: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and leo! adam : So leo knows about this? chase, walking away: No, this is between me and me!

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kaz : Can we go out to get ice cream? leo: Did you ask chase? kaz : He said no. leo: Then why did you ask me? kaz : He's not the boss of you. leo, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

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Computer: Please enter a password. adam : types in leo Computer: Your password is too weak. adam : How fucking DARE YOU-

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leo: Hey, oliver you're smart, tell me what would happen if I chugged 3 gallons of chloroform. oliver: Have you ever been to a mortuary? leo: Yea, my dad lives there. kaz: That is the worst response to that question.

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oliver: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are. bree: Okay? oliver: … oliver: … oliver: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so—

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kaz: What if people had food names and food had people names? leo: Hey, spaghetti, we’re having kaz for dinner. chase: What is wrong with you people? skylar: Shut up, chocolate.

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kaz: You’re alive. skylar: No need to sound so disappointed.

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kaz: Is the pink panther a lion? bree: Say that again but slower. kaz: I don’t get it. bree: He’s a PANTHER. kaz: Is that a type of lion? bree: No, it’s a fucking panther. kaz: googles panther They aren’t pink? bree: AND LIONS ARE?!

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leo: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?! chase: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence. leo: Oh… skylar, from across the room: I don’t understand how you keep forgetting that.

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adam: Am I in trouble? chase : Take a guess. adam: No? chase : Take another guess.

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chase : Do I sound smart, or am I smart? bree: You sound unbearable, to be perfectly honest.

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adam : The floor is lava! skylar: helps bree onto the counter oliver: kicks kaz off the sofa chase: lays on the floor leo : …Are you okay? chase: No.

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kaz: So how’s the food chase made? bree: It's great! Compliments to him. kaz: goes to the kitchen kaz: You're adorable. chase: blushes

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Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like adam * adam : Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

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chase: is wearing silk pants How does this look? kaz: Like its slips on and off really easily. chase: kaz: No, I didn't mean it like that- bree: We know what you meant.

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kaz: Hostage or not, sometimes it’s nice being held. adam : Are you okay.

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bree: Ok so, apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress.

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oliver: What do we say when making bread? kaz, glumly: That's the dough rising. chase: And what do we NOT say? bree, sadly: That's the yeast fucking.

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kaz : What’s it like being tall? kaz : Is it nice? kaz : Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards? adam: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want. bree: It was one time!

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adam : My favorite thing about big dogs is that when you push them over, they're all like "Oh, I'm lying down now! Someone might scratch my stomach! I might nap! Endless possibilities!" skylar: …whereas, when you push little dogs over, they're all like, "Vengeance! Death before dishonor!"

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skylar: So, are you two dating now? kaz & chase: Yes. skylar: Why? kaz: I happen to find chase very appealing. skylar: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with chase.

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oliver: To be honest, I'm kinda pissed that I'm not asleep in bed next to the love of my life in a cottage with no obligations other than watering my vegetable garden.

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oliver, to leo: I mean, I get complimented all the time- bree: starts cackling oliver: I do! bree: laughs harder

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kaz, tearing up the room: Where are they? kaz, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children? kaz: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.

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kaz: The scariest president had to be Rushmore because he had four heads. oliver: Yeah, it’s a good thing we captured him in that mountain, even if we have to live in fear of the spell wearing off. adam : Do you two still believe in that legend? Come on, Rushmore was killed a hundred years ago! We’re safe now. leo: You people have clearly never taken a history lesson. His body was never found.

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chase: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? leo: Literally or figuratively? chase: I have to specify?

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oliver: Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

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leo: Croissants: dropped kaz: Road: works ahead adam: BBQ sauce: on my titties skylar: Shavacado: fre oliver: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead chase : chase : …I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

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chase: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

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bree: I have very high standards, you know. skylar: I can make spaghetti… bree: Oh no! You're meeting all my standards!

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chase: What is the one thing I told you not to do? adam : Burn the house down. chase: And what did you do? adam : I made dinner. chase: adam : chase: adam : And burnt the house down.

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leo: I mean, sure, I have my bad days, but then I remember what a cute smile I have.

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leo: mom is calling… hi mom. chase: Come on guys, stop. He's trying to talk to our mom. kaz: loud fake sexual noises oliver : EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! bree: is asleep skylar: gets really close to the phone Tell her I said hi.

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bree: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us. skylar: If the window's open and you time it right, we can do both.

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skylar: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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bree: That’s a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn’t make sense. kaz: You’ll do it? bree: Of course.

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kaz: Where are you going? leo: Hell, eventually.

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skylar: You’re so funny! leo: Thanks; I’m desperate for people to like me.

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oliver: The first time skylar opened a box of Cheerios and looked inside she yelled, "OH WOW! DONUT SEEDS!"

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bree: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder. team: glares at oliver oliver: Well, sorry I have morals!

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leo and bree are planning to break in somewhere leo: We need to distract the guards. bree: Right. leo: What are we gonna do? bree: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes. leo: bree: leo: Deal.

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chase: Kill me nowwwww. bree: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my homework.

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chase: You've been given a new job to do, but I'm worried it might make you angry. adam : Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid. chase: You have to teach leo how to drive. adam : …put the band-aid back on.

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kaz: Laughs Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing— chase: We’re married.

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adam : My friends say I'm the most charismatic out of the group. oliver: Well, you always have a smile on your face. adam : Thank you. oliver: oliver: What drugs do you take?

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skylar: I dare you- oliver: kaz is not allowed to accept dares anymore. skylar: Why not? kaz: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

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adam : coughs blood chase: Don't die, adam ! adam : Don't tell me what to do!

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oliver: I just want someone to take me out. skylar: On a date? kaz: With a sniper gun? chase: Both if you're not a coward.

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kaz: I think this might be a bad idea… oliver: Don't start thinking on me now!

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when a child starts crying in public adam : tries to make the child laugh kaz: tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down chase: gives detailed instructions to the parents oliver: cries with the child bree: ignores the child leo: is the reason why the child is crying

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bree: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. skylar: You are my reward. meanwhile kaz: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. chase : True, you can be really difficult at times.

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The squad is asked what they would do with 5 children with only 3 chairs. chase: Get two more chairs! kaz: They can get their own chairs. skylar: Make them fight for it. bree: You only need one chair to beat them all with. oliver: I would never be near children. leo: Kill two.

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the Squad cleaning up oliver: Pick up the nearest piece of trash and throw it away. bree, to chase: Aight, which bin do you wanna go in—

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leo: I'm not creepy. leo: I'm petty. leo: There's a difference, ya' know.

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adam : walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium bree: adam , what did you think a tiger shark was?

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skylar: If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple "thank you" is all I need. skylar: Not all this "how did you get into my house" business.

chase:

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chase, to oliver: If leo doesn't say "I'm King of the world" within an hour on that boat, I will give you my next pay check. leo, within 5 minutes of getting on the boat: I'M KING OF THE WORLD!!!

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oliver: We've got to find a way to cut down our expenses. What can we live without? adam : chase, probably.

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kaz: Remain CALM! slaps leo multiple times

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kaz: You know what I’ve realized? oliver: Some thoughts are better left unsaid? kaz: Nice try, anyways-

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skylar: How is the most beautiful person in the world? bree: blushing I— kaz, butting into the conversation: chase is perfect, thanks for asking.

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bree: You know, when leo comes over, kaz can get a little… oliver: Psycho? skylar: Scary? chase : Drunk? bree: All three.

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oliver: The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was changing her name to bree.

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bree & adam :Playing video games skylar: You guys woke up at 5:30 in the morning just to play games? bree: silence adam : silence skylar, finally figuring it out: …You two never went to sleep, did you? bree & adam in shame: Yeah…

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adam : English is CRAZY. Oregano is both a spaghetti leaf topping and a form of paper art! leo: What is this "paper art" you speak of? adam : That shit where you make cranes and stuff out of folded paper! leo: … adam.

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leo: I told kaz to grab snacks for everyone. bree, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks? leo, kaz, and adam raise their hands

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Rats playing a board game together adam: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'. leo: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'. bree : I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'. chase: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'. bree: flips the board

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chase: Ew. What kind of tea is this? adam : I boiled gatorade.

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kaz: skylar isn’t answering my messages. oliver: Allow me. kaz: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi- skylar : replying to message Hello.

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chase, texting leo: Text me when you’re home safely. leo: I’m home dangerously. chase: Stop it. leo: I’m home lethally.

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[tally-tallyo]

boom shakalaka

I did not lie when I said "more fanart incoming" sorry the colors look weird I HATE coloring. I also hate drawing men. But those two are an exception cuz they were okay to draw, I rhink. Anyways, just asking, I remember u saying that the spoon and fork is a big foreshadowing, while I was drawing tiger guy, I noticed he had a fork n spoon symbol on his collar. DOES THAT MEAN SOMETHING OR AM I PARANOID (alien stage made me like this) ok sorry that's enough, luv ur work tally and rest well💞 baiiii ^^ (btw js in case u can't see, the 3rd pic on the right is the "I lived bitch" meme yayay)

HOLY SHAT HOLY SHAT ITS BEAUTIFUL OMG IM LITERALLY DROOLING OVER MY PHONE SCREEN RN WTF

I LOVE THAT YOU DREW MY OCS THEYRE SO CUTE IN YOUR ARTSTYLE 😭 ❤️ AND SIDE SIDE PANELS ARE SO FUNNYJEBFJSH

Yes, the “spoon and fork” was lowk foreshadowing to them because “the feast” involves eating get it ha ha (its lame i know 😔)

ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU ???? 💯😍😍🫶🫶 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO AND DRINK LOTS OF WATER OK 🥺💧💧🌊🌊🌊🌊

[amuseoffirebane]

Fic: Back This Way To Me

Words: 827

No Content Warnings

Summary:

Peter II has his first heartbreak and asks The Spine to help him write a farewell love song.

AO3 Link

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　　“I don’t think putting water under it is going to make it go, Rabbit.”

　　“Sure it will, it’s just metal and water, like us.”

　　“That’s not accurate, we--”

　　“Rabbit!”

　　The two robots looked up to find a thin, angular boy standing in the doorway, wearing clean sporting clothes and a smile that was too bright. “What’cha working on?”

　　“A carousel, Pete!” Rabbit splayed her hands at the assemblage of cutlery in front of her, tines and bowls interlocking to hold itself together. Upturned teacups were serving as horses on its base, a large dinner plate set on top of an iron pot. “Gonna spin and everything!”

　　“Yeah?” Peter II tilted his head, quickly scanning the contraption (which lacked any moving parts), before looking back out of the room, down the hall. “Your, uh, your radial symmetry is off. I can fix it for you!”

　　“Nah, it’s fine.”

　　But Peter II was already inviting himself to it, sitting down cross-legged next to Rabbit and beginning to pick at the structure from the top down.

　　The Spine, sitting a few feet away on the edge of a large easy chair dampened by steam, shifted and vented. In his hands was a newspaper a few days out of date; on his knee was a children’s reading guide. “Say, Pete. Weren’t you planning on playing stickball?”

　　Peter II ignored the question, setting the removed forks next to him before start to lift the roof off.

　　“Aww, Pete!”

　　“Sorry Rabbit, gotta get to the pillars. I’ll put it back.”

　　“Peter?”

　　Peter II kept his hard, forced smile on the carousel, but his hand tightened around a spoon.

　　“Did you guys know Cook O’Byrne is leaving?” Peter II asked after a moment.

　　Rabbit and The Spine exchanged glances.

　　“For a trip?” Rabbit asked.

　　“No,” Peter II said, still smiling, eyes growing wet. “For forever.”

　　“Are you OK, Peter?” The Spine put down his newspaper and leaned forward.

　　“Yeah! Yeah,” Peter II said. He sniffed loudly and rubbed at his eyes with his sleeve.

　　Rabbit tilted her head all the way to the side. “Does Eileen know her mom is leaving? Is she too sad to play stickball?”

　　Peter II burst into tears.

　　The Spine’s reader fell to the floor as he stood and crossed to Peter II, scooping him up in his long arms. Rabbit, startled, began to get up, but The Spine shook his head. “Make up an excuse for us while we hide, OK, Rabbit? You know how the grown-ups get about crying.”

　　Rabbit nodded. The Spine carried Peter II out of the room and, using his shoulder, bumped open a passage hidden behind a bookcase. A staircase inside led to one of the twins’ safe spaces, a small room with an oriel window, the floor piled with books and half-finished constructions. The Spine set Peter II down in the alcove and sat across from him.

　　Peter II, sniffling, leaned against the glass and looked out mournfully at the wide yard below. “We were gonna get married when we grew up,” he croaked. “Now she’s going away forever and ever and I’ll never see her again and I’ll never get married, ever.”

　　“I’m sorry, Pete,” The Spine said. “Eileen is a swell friend. I bet she’ll write to you.”

　　“She’ll forget me,” Peter II mumbled. “She’ll find someone in Oregon to marry.”

　　“Right away?” The Spine asked. “I thought eight was too young to get married.”

　　Peter II shrugged. “Eventually.”

　　They were quiet for a few moments.

　　“The Spine?” Peter II asked hoarsely. “Can you do me a favor?”

　　“Sure, Pete.”

　　“Can you help me write me a song for her?”

　　The Spine thought for a moment. “Do you want to sing it for her?”

　　“No, I can’t sing like you. But maybe I can give it to her as a letter.”

　　The Spine reached over to a pile and tugged out a square of blueprint paper. “What were you thinking?”

　　

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　　Eileen O’Byrne waited until her mother had fallen asleep on the train seat next to her before slipping Peter II’s gift out from under her vest. She unfolded the paper quietly and ran her eyes over the words:

　　

　　I picked out a star, as red as fire and satin

　　Wove it into your hair, bright enough for all to see

　　It was the birthday of June, the future glowing like it never had been

　　My memories burnt of an August that'll never be

　　For a sparrow can chase the sun across the ocean

　　And a minnow can reach the bottom of the sea

　　But no tides nor typhoons could ever stop the clockhand's motion

　　No sphinx, ghost, or faun has the riddle to solve my plea

　　A thousand steps back will still carry you into the future

　　A breadcrumb'ed forest may not ever set you free

　　So be brave as you walk, 'cross the sand, 'cross soil and marshes

　　‘Til you come back this way, back this way to me

[boxblondiecoops]

You should write something about joe cooper and someone on his team! It would be such a cute idea since I saw your recent post lol 😭

- Saphari ★

Hello Saphari!!!

You're my first ask! I hope your doing amazing! Ok, I'm gonna warn you, my writing is chaotic as shit and probably scrambled as hell. I'm gonna start with bullet points and see where my brain takes us. Let's gooooooo~

It's gender neutral and mostly him having a crush but ya know.

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Ok. So based off my obsession memory with how he acts around Jenna.............. He turns into a fucking golden retriever.

Same goes for when he's with you.

Like same big blue eyes, same dopey smile. Constantly jumping up to take care of stuff you need/want. He will even tie your shoes for you without you even so much as asking.

Oh, need some water during a sweltering practice? Here's a cold bottle, just for you. It even has your nicknames first initial on the cap with a lil heart with it. Or maybe your player number.

Need a snack because you forgot to eat before a game or something? Oh, lookie, he has your favorite! Actually, he has about eight of em, just in case you need more than one pick me up.

Listen, you guys have to hang out after the games and before the games and all the time.

If you don't wanna come over, he whines and complains to Remer all the time and every. single. time. Remer rolls his eyes so h a r d.

He curls up on the couch, watching his old game and hugging a pillow WISHING desperately it was you.

He's such a lonely guy, please go hold him. He'll gladly be the lil spoon, big spoon, the fucking fork, he doesn't care. He just needs you to hold him.

So naturally you've come over and hung out (more than once) and played some Nintendo and drank some beer if you like too, but he won't push it. He's just happy you're here.

In the house, he has a designated spot on the couch JUST for you. It's right next to his but no one else can sit there.......... Except maybe the dog. MAYBE.

If your allergic or even nervous of his dog, or even the cat for that matter, he'll move them to a seperate room and keep them in there when you hang out.

Although if your allergic he vacuums like the entire house before you come over, even doing the couch.

During games, he's the most supportive dweeb ever. He cheers, like, the loudest in the dug out if your psych out hits the way you practiced. He bounces around and claps.

If it doesn't, he pats you on the shoulder and tells you it was awesome and you guys can tweak it later.

He loves you in the uniform. He won't say it................ But like he stares at you so much. You're so pretty to him he just can't not look at you. He's smitten.

You are the ONLY person on the team allowed to score with La-Z-Boy. He trusts you so, so much with it.

Now imagine you got distracted, waiting your turn on the bench, your name gets called, saying your next up and he gives his prized ball a gentle throw to you and is just like

"Go kill it!" And he's blushing a little bit and almost giggles when you smile and jog off to the pitch.

He knows you won't pop it or fuck with it. It means the world to him and so do you so seeing you use it makes him blush and lean over the railing and just watch you.

Remer definitely fucking laughs at him tho... But also highly encourage him.

"My bestie is soooo in love!" *wipes fake tear*

"Shuddup!"

If you pop a home run with his ball? He's on cloud fucking nine, jumping up and down.

Oh god, if you score the winning game, he rushes at you and picks you up, spinning you around and smiling up at you like you hung the moon and the stars and he just really fucking loves you.

He is constantly waving to you from the pitch if you aren't on the field. Like the straight arm lil wave

Please, can we talk about his eyes? He has the prettiest fucking blue eyes. He looks at you all the time like you personally crafted his favorite constellations or just handed him a signed baseball bat from Reggie Jackson himself.

Like come on. He's so fucking cute, I can't with him. Look!!! Look at him! ↷

The tension.

The tension during practice?

Especially if the team isn't there and it's just the two of you???

STOP SHUT UP

HOLD ON THE CLICHE ASS "lemme stand behind you and, like, move you in the proper way" CLICHE SHIT PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

He has game for once!!!!

He stands behind you, hands on your waist, guiding you to stand directly across from the net. He makes sure your holding the ball right (basketballs are hard for me to hold- I have small hands) and even shows you the proper follow through.

And he's fully pressed against your back because I said so and he's so warm and big and everyone talks about how big Remer is but Coop is big too!!!!!

He smiles and gives you pointers on your stance and how to aim and shit- and he's such a sweetheart about it.

Like if you miss he claps and grabs the ball and is like "oh, good try! Let's do it again, but a little bit more like this-" and shows you how to do it and adjusts you to be right.

But he's genuinely so nice about his critiques and is so sweet and is painfully and obliviously so into you and stares at your lips a lot and-

Putmeincoach

Oh my god hold on

Y'all does he have like a "call me coach" thing???

You call him coach as a tease and he smiles and shakes his head and puts his hands on his hips.

.......... Call him that in front of the team and he gets majorly flustered.

I might need to write some suggestive shit on this topic later. This is like all I got for right now. I'm only thinking dirty shit uh-

[fluffypotatey]

LMFAOOOO at Jorge trying to teach these feral children table manners.

In tmr + deleted scenes, they all eat with their hands and drink out of shared jars, Frypan literally just Throws a chunk of hot bacon at Thomas like "think fast, Greenie" and Thomas just horks it down like he's starving (which tbf he probably was) and I refuse to believe the girls were any different because why would they be except for sexism reasons??? I think the only two "manners" they have are 1) to rinse your hands off first (not wash, like, legit just splash in some water or something and dry off on a rag) and 2) to make sure everyone gets a share before anyone gets seconds/extras. Other than that? Woof.

I need someone in the Right Arm to be like, "I have seen better manners in a prison cafeteria."

Jorge has his work cut out for him.

But on the other hand, it'd be so funny if at least one or two of them have weird muscle memory from pre-WCKD childhood that only needs reminding, so the first time they get to use cutlery, they actually know how to use it properly, like fork in this hand, knife in this one, cut into neat little bites, and they're just Staring at their own hands like "what the entire fuck???"

They still don't quite get the need for spoons, tho. Like. It's already in a bowl? Just drink it?

And also I think sharing food is absolutely a Glader/Icer love language. Not just in a community sense, but on an individual scale too. If they give you some of their food, then you are In with them.

Newt bringing Thomas dinner at the bonfire was 100% his opening move on the Greenie. ;)

Minho when his hands just know how to cut up a vegetable: what the fuck what the fuck what the FUCK

no ok but like i can see the Rinse Hands tule evolve because the medjacks are tired af about Gladers/Icers getting a stomach bug or food poisoning. and Frypan just sort of having the unconscious realization that pots and pans need to be cleaned or else they won’t be useful for cooking (maybe pre-Swipe Thomas sent a little booklet on how to maintain a cast iron for him and he uses it religiously until they’re out of the Maze and spends a couple moments complaining about how he can’t clean the cast iron they found good enough as before)