#also why do family members think they can be all up in your business cause ya'll related 🤔

[easy-there-leftovers]

I See You, Darling (3)

[Astarion x reader] As I mentioned in a previous post, this came along surprisingly easier than the last one. The same can’t be said about the quality though maybe– sorry for that. :,DDD|Word count: 2.6k.| 

Content Warnings: Mentions of cooking, handling knives, blood, one sex joke (lol), the normal warnings that you’d associate with the game

Part 2 here!!

Next Part here!!

As an outsider to most of everyone’s problems, you find your place by helping in whatever way you can. Even if that may be at the expense of your own comfort, but at least it’s been fun so far.

Alternatively: Reader can't catch a break from anything, can they?

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Being resident camp caretaker was surprising, for lack of a better term. You were away from the stresses of technology, corporate assholes, and disappointing family with your choice to pursue unpractical careers. Instead living the “cottagecore lifestyle” of foraging for food and cooking with a cauldron that those from the digital world claimed to be the best. What they failed to mention were the incessant pests coming in to nibble through rucksacks if you were not careful, and the occasional swarms of ants or flies coming in to nip at your flesh.

The experience was a mixed bag, so it would seem. But the tired smiles that the group would give you when you greet them with a warm and filling meal was always a comfort that you would have.

And it would seem they needed it now more especially than ever.

Your band of misfits planned to venture out and defeat the goblins at their camp in order to aid the tieflings’ journey to Baulder’s Gate. Per your instruction, you convinced the more solipsistic members of the benefits of eradicating the sect. Namely, they wouldn’t hinder you as much in the future if they were taken care of. Hence your plan to slightly increase the amount of portions for supper tonight.

By twilight, you had a good broth steeping in your cauldron. The camp having returned just a few moments prior from an earlier excursion. You were making a pottage that the others have expressed their enjoyment for. A stew of sorts that you had made when you had quite the number of items that would have spoiled before consumption had you not done anything about it. A mixture of fruits and meat, stewed in a consomme of a pig’s head and various mushroom caps. 

This time around, you’ll be using fresher ingredients to hopefully lift their spirits.

As you’re chopping up fruits, you think about all that’s happened to you and possible explanations for why your character suddenly ceased to exist in order to make room for you.  What’s more is that no matter how many nights pass, you never end up waking from your dream. Which you fear is lasting longer than your usual ones.

Your working theory is that whatever force, be it magic or fate, tethering you to this world is also responsible for removing Tav. Astarion claimed that he couldn’t remember the finer details when you had confronted  him. And so you settled with that hypothesis. That like how a thread that unravels opens a seam in a garment, a new thread must be used to darn the cloth together again.

You laugh at the disgustingly poetic analogy you created in your head. You fear that you’re becoming more and more deranged as—

“My, aren’t you busy?” The intrusive voice causes the knife to slip out of your hand a bit, thankfully only cutting off a portion of your index finger’s nail. Your shoulders, that were raised in alarm, release their tension after feeling the sudden chill leave your body.

“Astarion,”  Exasperated, you put the knife down on the cutting board to catch your breath for a while. 

“I would greatly appreciate it if you stopped sneaking up on me when I’m doing something dangerous.”

The high-elf offers a mischievous smile in response. “Very sorry, pet. But it’s hardly my fault when you’ve barely been paying attention to me.” There’s regret in his words, but not in his tone.

Because while perhaps it’s an odd interest, he enjoys hearing the quickened pace of your heart. The pulse getting louder, as it stays that way for longer.

“I’d feel sorry for doing so if you were too, but you’re not.”

You laugh out, breath still shaky but steadying slowly, as you pick up your knife again.

 “I heard you’re part of the encampment that’s finishing off the goblins by midmorn.” Chopping the rest of the fruits, you feel his presence move from behind you to off to your side so you can see him from your peripherals.

“Hm? Yes. Although I would have preferred if we didn’t do this at all. It’s too much work, and the goblins could be entertaining! Killing useful spoils seems like an awful waste.” 

This must be the reason why he approached you, to persuade you to call off the hunt. And his unfading smile supports that thought. When you voice said thought, it earns you a playful scoff.

“Don’t you have anything else on your mind other than the parasite lounging in it?”

The mood is light as you say this, the banter welcomed by you both. 

And as you continue to converse, a few eyes begin to follow the two of you. They’ve never really seen Astarion interact with you for this long, at least not away from your private spaces. And even less without hushed voices. The interlocution is definitely a welcome spectacle to them. 

“On my honor, the only thing on my mind is depraved, carnal lust.” He says, proudly. Gesturing to himself with one hand, and the other held high like he was swearing an oath. 

Your closed mouth drops into frown, eyes wide, and your eyebrows skew upwards. A very undignified, but small, squeak coming from the back of your throat. You swore you heard someone groan in disappointment from far away too.

You know full well that the look of shock that you were sporting was by no means attractive, but the flagrant revelation, though not at all out of character, was shocking to have directed towards you. You’ve been trying to romance the elven vampire with your character, only to end up nowhere. Therefore you are completely unsure if the dialogue he was spewing was completely a figment of your imagination, or is, indeed, canon.

The elf in question has seen this expression of yours before. Quite often, too. And while he doesn’t think it a, “pleasant sight,” it is rather… charming to him. 

Whether it be on purpose or not, people have the tendency to be on guard around him, preserving any twitch and sound that could give them away to themselves. Not that much had ever evaded him before with his naturally cunning behavior. But this clearly unscripted response, with the blatant confusion swimming in your eyes, is a rather refreshing sight to see.

“I see–” you clear your throat to lower your voice back to its normal octave. “Well, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of opportunities to uh, bring those thoughts into fruition! Uh–,” You slide the rest of the cut fruits off of your cutting board and into the stew. 

“Is there anything else you wanted to tell me? Something I should know?” You turn to face him. He laughs at first, but then his brows furrow in question, as if he did have something to say and forgot about it or thinks it is no longer an appropriate time to ask. He shakes his head and says something along the lines of, “letting you do all the hard work” and returns to his tent.

But you are not left alone for long as another member of your little ragtag team joins you to ask about dinner. To which you ask them for which meat would be better to toss into it. 

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After dinner, your little rapport concerning the plan and new findings with everyone is adjourned. Some thanked you before they left, and others simply walked away. From what you have learned from them, the Archdruid that was taken prisoner by the goblins was named, “Halsin.” He was a topic of interest as they said he might be able to aid you in your search for moonrise and understanding the Mindflayer worms.

Wyll had also approached you alone after dinner and offhandedly mentioned a dead boar being on the road. He had planned to return to camp with it if it could have been useful, but he had claimed that the animal had been unnervingly light. As if half of its weight was no longer there despite seemingly just keeling over for no reason.

You take note of that in one of your many journals, including additional information about the Archdruid and their kind in general. The book appearing more and more like the game’s quest booklet, with the exception of a few crossouts and colored ink to emphasize each quest’s urgency and relevance to finding a cure. When you successfully rescue the druid of the grove, it seems you will have to move out quite soon after, so you fixed up your pack just a bit to make it easier later on.

You look around, everyone seems to be in their respective areas. Doing whatever it is they usually do  with the exception of Astarion. Though he has been known to either sneak off or hide away from time to time in his tent, so you think nothing of it.

You return to the communal chest, tallying up the remaining supplies and inspecting the wares. You sort the tradeable objects in one rucksack and appraise its worth. The chest also has pieces of gold, some that others have placed, and others you picked up and added. You prefer to let the others keep what they think is valuable to them, and only place what they want to share in the vessel. 

If the party’s gold ever runs out, you think that the rucksack is worth a few nights of food when you travel out again. Assured by this knowledge, you placed your writing materials back in, closed the chest, and turned in for the night.

Maybe this time, you’ll wake up. But you also don’t really want to. Not just yet. 

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As you slept, you wondered about the longevity of your knowledge of the media. You hadn’t finished the game, and although you’ve accomplished a fair bit of it, you worry about how you will face the events to come. One of the only reasons why you haven’t flinched so much at the terrors that occurred was because you had anticipated them. Braced yourself for the dangers ahead.

You fear what might happen when you no longer have that power at your disposal.

Perhaps it's the worry, perhaps it's the stiff, compact ground that you have yet to be accustomed to sleep on despite the bedroll, or perhaps it's the presence of something suddenly cool that stirs you awake. 

But what you did not expect was Astarion’s face hovering over yours to be the reason. Fangs bared, and ready to bite. Your eyes go wide and you let out a small gasp, hands moving up in a gesture akin to clawing at yourself. 

The elf realizes that you’re awake now and he curses. Moving away as you scramble upright just like you did all those nights ago. The look of genuine fear at the prospect of being bitten is apparent on your face, and he feels almost guilty to be greeted with it.

“Please, I wasn’t going to hurt you— I just needed, well, blood.” He says it in a panic. Worried that you might run off, losing his only sure chance, and possibly enraging the rest of the camp.

In this moment, you realized the error in your ways. Astarion had been hunting nearly every other night in the same area. And if you were progressing through the events like how the game did, he couldn’t have had the time nor energy to venture too far after feeding from most of the creatures in the vicinity.

‘The exsanguinated boar…’ You remember.

“You’ve been feeding on animals for the past few nights, haven’t you?”

“It seems like word got around then.” Although unknowingly, he’s referencing what Wyll delivered to you earlier in the night.

“I’m not some monster, I feed on boars, deer, kobolds– whatever I can get. I’m just too slow right now. And with the damned excursion,” He stops himself, complaining is only doing worse for his condition.

“It’s not enough. I feel so…weak. If I just had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better.” You’re conflicted. You had no problem offering yourself as your character for him to feed on, but even witnessing that through a disconnected screen was enough to make you feel uncomfortable imagining it. You care about him, want to give him what he deserves, but this…

What’s more is that you know what he’s saying is necessary, not at all overstating how dire his need to satiate his hunger is, making it all the more difficult.

He needs to convince you, if he wants to continue on, that is. Without the presence of the illithid, he resorts to more practical means of doing so. Similar to what he did to many.

Noticing the slight tremor of your hands, he takes the chance to slowly kneel down on your bedroll. Closing the distance between you. He takes your hand, now rougher from the work you do, and meets your shaken gaze with his dark eyes.

“Please. I only need a taste, I swear.” He had meant to tell you before dinner, had he not felt the eyes of the others on the two of you. This discovery is not lost on you. He needs you specifically. And you realize it's out of convenience because you’re an expendable resource. If you pass, the group can venture on, but he also still needs you alive for whatever reason. He can’t have the others finding out, not until they trust him. 

He needs you to trust him. And this is the only way you can help him in this moment.

With that, you strengthen your resolve. 

“I…I trust you, Astarion. But no more than what you need.” A dangerous bet, but you hope it would be worth it.

“Really? I–”

 “Can I trust you on that?” The shock on his face fades, and he agrees.

“Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?” You lay down, preparing yourself to faint during the process and allowing your blood to flow throughout your body. He observes the rapid movement of your eyes as he drapes himself above you. Your sight flitting from anywhere but him and then returning all the same. No doubt that you fear being at his mercy.

He feels almost sorry that you have to do this for him.

So he graces you with what mercy he can give.

The bite is quick. You would have felt the flesh of your neck parting for him, had he not done so. You feel tears prick at your eyes and start to feel the area from your neck and upwards go cold.

A momentary, sharp pain, that lulls to a chilling numbness in what seems like a matter of seconds.

You feel his body start to grow warmer at your expense and you feel satisfied knowing that you could help him.

When he doesn't stop, you start to worry.

Your breath catches in staccato beats, pulse quickening in tandem. You try to stop him, hands coming up to push or tug, but the heavy sensation that washes over you only permits them to find purchase on his form.

You try to speak, but it seems as if the common tongue does not reach him.

Your mind goes into overdrive, all of a sudden it doesn’t feel like a dream anymore and genuine fear courses through your veins.

You need him to stop, and you try to think of more efficient ways of doing so.

But your mind starts slowing as well. The pain has certainly faded, but the presence of the vampire at your throat reminds you in case you’ve forgotten.

As a last ditch effort, you try to use whatever might appeal to him, to break him out of the trance that he was in from finally replenishing himself. 

“Isalhal–” One of the few Elvish words you recalled.

The effort thankfully makes him pull back in shock, stopping him. Your eyes finally close, thankful for the reprieve you're finally granted. You hear a distant, “thank you,” and a more distant “shit” before rest takes over.

You worry about waking up tomorrow.

But for now, you’re thankful that Astarion will be able to fight well.

For himself and for everyone else’s sake.

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[mythos-writes]

My Ferrari

Toto Wolff x Ferrari principal (wife) reader

Plot: Toto and his wife use the grid as ponds in their plans to mess with each other... inspired by @pucksandpower Social Media AU cause I think it's so cute

Formula 1 Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: fluffy moments, Lewis and Charles getting 'kidnapped', google translated german + italian,

Lewis was walking by the Ferarri paddock, minding his business and preparing for free practice. His music playing in his AirPods, when he heard a voice trying to get his attention.

“Lewis!” a voice gets his attention. He takes out a bud and looks around. He sees (Y/N) Wolff running up to him.

“Hey, (Y/N), what can I do for you?” He asks, still clueless about her plans.

“I want to play with Toto a little, and I need your help,” she explains but keeps it vague.

“Ok, with what?” he asks, not noticing Charles and Carlos coming up behind him.

“GET HIM!” she yells. Lewis feels arms around him, and him leaving the ground. “What are you going?!” he says, trying to not giggle because he knows he won’t get hurt.

“You are going to be my ransom against your famous principal,” She says with a smile. They take him into the garage and to (Y/N)’s office. They place him on a folding chair and tie him up in some take they had found in the garage.

All Lewis could do is give (Y/N) a ‘why do you have to drag me into this’ look. Once the two drivers finished tapping up the other driver, they were giggling like toddlers getting a pass for bad behaviour. “Thanks’ you two, you guys are good to go,” she tells her drivers.

“(Y/N) what is all this for?” Lewis questions, knowing she couldn’t hide things from him. [Things that were non-racing related] 

“I know your season hasn’t been the best, and I just wanted to have some fun. Even though we’re rivals, we’re also family and it hurts seeing Toto come off a race and just look frustrated and sad. So I’m trying to just have some fun,” she tells.

“ I appreciate that you’re trying to cheer him up…BUT… why do you have to drag me into this?” he questions, pulling at the tap a little. 

“Oh, because you’re his golden child, and it would be easier to get Carlos and Charles to carry you than George,” she says while pulling her phone out. “And don’t worry, you’ll be out of the tap, just as soon as I get a picture, to send to Toto,” she states while getting a few pictures. 

"Perfect, now I'm going to take the tap off, but you can't return to the Mercedes paddock just yet," she states. Lewis moves to the couch and lays out. "Yeah, I figured as much."

Toto was walking around the Paddock, looking for Lewis. He wasn’t in his driver's room, and he wasn’t with Roscoe, cause Angela took the pup on his paddock walk. He asked George and the other team members but hadn’t seen him. His phone pings, as he gets a series of texts. He sees his wife's name pop up and he feels a smile grow. But when he opens the texts, he tries not to laugh. 

He is greeted with a photo of Lewis tied up with a nervous face on. The text that followed almost made him laugh...

Toto, I have in my possession I have your precious 7-time champion. If you want him back before free practice, you must meet my demands. If you bring yourself and some food from your catering to your dear wife. Then you’ll leave with your precious driver. If not met, Lewis will become a Ferarri driver

Toto looks up and he see’s Goerge talking to Alex Albon just outside of the paddock. He waived the two over. 

“What can we do for you boos man?” Alex asks. 

“Well you two, I had a job for you…”

Charles was getting ready for the practice and he was doing his normal pre-race routine. Because of this, he didn’t hear George or Alex sneak up behind him. George grabbed his hands and Alex grabbed his legs, and they started to carry him off to the Mercedes paddock. 

“What are you two doing?!” Charles asks, he is confused about why he is being dragged into this. Before they could answer, Ted Kravitz spotted the ‘kidnapping’ of Charles  Leclerc. 

“We have just spotted Alex Albon and George Russell carrying Ferarri’s Charles Leclerc. George what is going on here?” he asks. 

“We’re just working orders by the boss,” he replies as they walk into the garage. 

By now, (Y/N) had untapped Lewis, and he was just chilling out in her office. Her phone pinged, notifying her that she had gotten a text. When she opened it, she was shocked to be greeted by a picture of Charles, tapped up just like how they had Lewis. A text followed the picture that read… 

Two can play this game, Liebe. If you want your driver back, I suggest we make a truce and do a driver swap on neutral ground… in front of the McLaren paddock in 20 minutes. If you can’t meet these requirements, Charles will become the newest Mercedes driver this weekend... Also, bring some of Ferarri's catering coffee, you know how I like my coffee

She showed Lewis the texts, and he just started giggling at Charles's face. The two looked at each other, knowing the fun and games were coming to an end. 

“Well, it looks like we need to stop at the coffee booth before we meet my dearest husband,” (Y/N) comments before getting ready to meet the Meracdes principal. 

The end of the 20 minutes was closely approaching, and by now, the whole grid and paddocks knew what was happening between the two teams. So when they saw Toto standing with George and Charles, at one end, outside of the entrance of McLaren’s paddock. The other racers and team principals were standing outside, waiting for the Ferarri principal and the famous Mercedes driver.

“There they are,” someone yells out. Everyone looked up and saw the people of the hour come walking over, with a minute to spare. (Y/N), Carlos and Lewis stop and face off with Toto, George and Charles.

“Do you have what I asked for?” she yells across, they’re about 2 meters apart. Toto raised a bag, that was filled with her favourites from catering.

“And you?” he questions. She holds up the cup of coffee, made how he likes it. He walks closer, signalling she walks towards him. They meet in the middle and hand off their trades. 

“Pleasure doing business with you, amore,” she says with a smile. Toto rolls his eyes, but he found this whole thing amusing. He brought her into a hug, causing the grid to burst out into comedic cheers.  

“Come find me before heading back to the hotel,” he whispers in her ear. She nods.

“Does this mean we can go back to our teams now?!” Lewis yells. The two laugh at the driver’s antics. 

“Yes, you can go back Lewis,” she says as the two drivers swap back to their right teams.

“May the best team win,” he says with his cheeky smile. “May the best team win,” she replies with the same smile. The FIA marshals come by and dismiss everyone, as free practice was about to start.

After free practice and they had their debriefs, (Y/N) made her way to the Mercedes paddock. She was ready for the qualifying race tomorrow. She notified some of the Mercedes crew to let Toto know that she was there. As she waited for him, she ended up finishing some last-minute emails on her phone.

“ Geez, and they call me a workaholic,” Toto’s voice breaks her concentration. She looked up to see him walking towards her. (Y/N) put her phone away and greeted him with a hug. Both teams performed well in practice and had a bright weekend. 

“Come on, we have a long day tomorrow,” she says, just wanting to get room service and get some well-needed cuddles. They get into the car and made their way back to the hotel. It was quiet for most of the drive. 

“So about the antic you pulled,” Toto broke the silence. She looked over at him in the driver's seat. “That was quite the start of the weekend,” he says, trying to stay stoic. 

“Well, I know that this season hasn’t been the one you were expecting, and I hated coming home and seeing you so disappointed and frustrated. So, I decided to have a little fun,” she explains herself. Toto brought his hand to her lap and wrapped his large hand around her smaller one. He brought her hand up to his mouth and placed a soft kiss against the back of her hand. 

“I appreciate that Liebe, and I must say, I did have fun today,” he says, remembering the way he recruited drivers to do his bidding. She smiles and returned the kiss he just placed on her hand. 

“I’m glad that my plan worked,” she replies. Silence fell between the two, but it was a peaceful and comfortable silence. 

“The next time you plan to kidnap one of my drivers again, I’m just going to steal you and have Charles and Carlos come to rescue you,” he comments, causing her to erupt into laughter. Their relationship had its ups and downs, but right now it was the perfect relationship anyone could dream of. 

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google translate:

German: Love- Liebe

Italian: My Love- amore

[maopll]

Could I request Gepard, Luka, Welt, and Argenti finding their s/o's body pillow of them (the boys)?

THEM AS BODY PILLOWS

#honkai star rail !

⌗:, a/n : quick work cause I'm honestly getting so busy with this school year. we are rushing like crazy and it's only been 3 days since school started ...

⌗:, pairings : gepard (princess), luka, welt, & argenti w/ gn!reader (separately)

⌗:, note : I too would do this

— ୨ GEPARD ୧

You look sweet sleeping comfortably in your bed but why ... why do you have him as a body pillow ? Him being flustered would be an understatement. He would be pacing everywhere just seeing you hugging the face of the body pillow close to your chest and one leg hanging over his waist.

He just stares quietly at you for a moment as thoughts flood him. He was thinking that he was away for so long you had to resort to cuddling with a 'gepard pillow' instead of him and he's even more sad. Not because you made him a pillow without his consent but rather that you were so lonely.

He gently removes the pillow and replaces it with him, but taking great care in not throwing it to some corner of the room. He hold you by your waist softly yet firmly and presses a chaste kiss on your lips. He murmurs a soft 'sorry' before also drifting off to sleep with you.

"mmm... wait... Gepard? when did you come? and...Where's the pillow?..." you can find the pillow later it's time to cuddle your baby since that's what you were doing and should be doing now that he's here.

— ୨ LUKA ୧

He's squealing and jumping up and down. You look so cute ! and peaceful sleeping like that. He clicks more than ten pictures and immediately makes them his wallpaper. Oh you're too cute to resist but it's quite unfair that you are cuddling a pillow which can't cuddle you back but now that he's here you can hug 'luka' as much as you want.

"Baby! I'm here now scoot over let me cuddle with you" he looks like a golden retriever who just wants to hog their master's attention and affection all to themselves. It's not that you can actually deny him of his well deserved affection.

"Aw fine fine I'll kiss you and cuddle you, you big baby" you held his face with your hands and smooched him with kisses all over his face.

"That's not enough!" and there he goes tackling you and throwing your body onto the bed. It's gonna be a long time before he's done cuddling with you...

— ୨ WELT ୧

"If you wanted to spend time with me that much, you could have just told me" Welt chuckles as he sees you practically strangling the Welt body pillow that you have as you hold it close to yourself.

"I can't possibly disturb you when you have so may missions to go on! and... I missed you so much.."

The last few words came out as a whisper but loud enough for Welt to understand what you meant and it was true. He went to Xianzhou and then the Penacony's Family called him and the other crew members so he had basically no time to spare for even a few minutes of rest.

"I know love...sorry...I'm here now for a long time so you can spend as much time as you want with me." He pressed a kiss to your forehead and caressed your hair as he shoved the pillow slowly from you hand.

"No need to worry anymore dear... I will kiss you until you fall asleep in my arms"

— ୨ AREGNTI ୧

"Preposterous! Oh Idrila! I cannot fathom this anymore" he screams in a comical fashion.

"Chill Argenti, it's just a pillow... a pillow with your face,"

The most dramatic one because he can't understand why you would have to resort to cuddling with a non living thing when the living thing is right beside you walking, talking and breathing !

"Dearest this is a blasphemous act which a knight of beauty, especially one who is loyal to their oaths, can take! Why, why, pray tell, would you have to cuddle with a pillow?!" he falls to his knees.

You just sigh and drag him by his hand.

"Argenti, I didn't break whatever oath you are talking about and I still love you! I just wanted to make a pillow with you on it so that I wouldn't feel lonely when you're gone...to conduct your knightly duties..." you huff.

You saw how Argenti's shoulders relax and how he let out a content smile.

"Then looks like another one of my knightly duties need to be done hm?" he says so cheekily as he picks you up and carries you to cuddle with him ,"surely you can spare some time for the real deal my dove"

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[arxxq]

"I need you to calm down..just breathe trust me,"

Isagi and Sae with a s/o that talks alot and talks fast whenever they get nervous/ anxious / a panic attack

This is honestly just something i want to do since sometimes i do this whenever i panic or get anxious.

No gender specified, lowercase intended?, mistakes will be corrected soon

It's been a while since I've wrote smth, gah I've been quite busy this year god..

Isagi Yoichi...

Isagi isn't the type to be observant but he took noticed an odd detail from you

he realized every time you get nervous or anxious you would just randomly talk too much and fast

he wasn't really sure of this until one day

when you told him you were going of have some sort of family reunion with a family member

you started to randomly say things so fast

you even change the topic too fast that he couldn't even catch up or understand

isagi wanted to ask you about it but he couldn’t 

he couldn’t find the perfect moment to

he didn’t mind cause it seems like its a way of you trying to cope

but he is very worried 

especially since not alot of people notice this detail of you

since it looked absolutely normal

so now you and isagi were at a family dinner

since well your parent's wanted to meet your boyfriend

the silence was so awkward and you absolutely didn't like it

so you start rambling so quick

isagi also saw how your parent's new this detail of you

"uhm Mrs. and a Mr. l/n, you wouldn't mind if i talk to y/n alone for a while right?" Isagi ask which you looked at him confused. "huh why? i mean i don't mind but why?"

"oh now we don't mind, just don't take too long alright," your mother replied. isagi stood up from his chair in pulled you to somewhere quiet. "what was that for, i mean why do you need to talk to me alone, there's nothing wrong right?"

"dear--"

"is it my parents, are you uncomfortable? i can tell them if you want-" isagi hand were now on your shoulder and you flinvhed. before you could say anything, isagi had cut you off. "dear..i need you to breathe,"

you looked at him confused. you took a deep breathe and let it out just like he said. "great..now just do that for a few more times and when you’re ready then you can speak kay,” 

a few minutes have passed and you looked at him with a smile. “are you feeling much better now?” you let out a breathe and nod. Isagi gave you a peck on the forehead. “if you ever get nervous just make sure you get a few seconds to breathe alright,” 

Itoshi Sae

sae is very observant of you

he knew you more than anyone else did

but there was one thing he always got confused

why you would talk alot and fast from time to time

most of the time he would just end up listening

basically a one sided conversation since he couldn’t catch up with you

but as time goes on sae realized this was a way you try and act as if nothing is wrong

he absolutely does not like it

he doesn’t like it on how you act as if you’re fine when it’s clearly the opposite

you had a competition coming up and sae could tell that you were panicking

especially since you think you’re not good at it

“mi amor?” you flinched when you felt a hand on your shoulders. “oh sae..its just you,” you say smiling. “you looked bothere--” he was cut off immedietaly but it’s not like he wasn’t expecting it. you were anxious and he could tell. 

“me bothered? pftt no m not, i’m fine, i’m totally fine. yeah i can do this, it’ll be so so easy trust me....” you continued to blabber out nonsense. sae knew if he didn’t step in anytime soon, it’ll just make it worse. as you were talking you didn’t expect sae to pull you in an embrace and just stroke your hair. before you managed to speak he had beat you to it. 

“breathe mi amor...i need you to do that right now especially since i don’t like to see you have a breakdown out there,” your head was on sae’s chest, he was breathing slowly so you took this as a hint that sae wanted you to calm down. 

after a few minutes you had calmed down. “look, all i want you to know is that you’ll be great out there i just know it,” 

“so even if you don’t win, you did your best okay and make sure before you start take a deep breathe and let it out once you’re ready,” 

reblogs are highly appreciated 

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[mono-dot-jpeg]

[12:32am]

a/n; just a cute platonic fic before i wonder for another hour if i decide to write something else or not. im reading through the u20 v bllk arc (i think im like halfway through) im like, i could write some good shit with this rq. someone probably wrote something like already potentially but it's rotting my brain rn so. this is totally ooc for rin probably im so sorry

also small bachira mom cameo slay

[platonic] [younger sibling! reader]

your brothers.. are cool.

rin and sae, your big older brothers who loved playing soccer. you watched them play everyday and they always looked like superheroes in your young eyes.

you grow up alongside them, just a year or two younger as you try to find what you want to do. do you want to win with them? do you want to live a peaceful life?

what do you want to do?

you don't know. you're lost without the guidance you wanted. you've been watching your brothers all this time that you lost track of yourself.

you come to realize that what rin talks about.. rings true for you as well.

that sae is just so far away from you both. but you feel far from rin too.

when did that happen?

you can only watch as your brothers fight in a colosseum called soccer where everyone in the audience is thirsty for a fight. where the new recruits meet the pro gladiators and then the pros crush them under their experienced swords and chains.

but this was different. you could feel it in the intense air. you were not even close in terms of seating to see your brothers. even with the seat you were offered from a really nice lady, you could barely see them. but you know that chilling air anywhere.

it felt like you were back in that school field with your brothers again. when he came back home from spain.

everything cracked.

"get lost rin. you're not necessary in my life anymore."

you watched as your brothers broke everything you believed in. how you three would stay together, how you would be there to cheer them on every match you could, how you would happy with them by your side.

your parents weren't even here to see the destruction they caused. the absolute pain they unintentionally inflicted on the three itoshi siblings. you came here on a whim, you wish you could say.

if you were really being honest, you really missed them. sae was always busy, and rin was in blue lock the whole time. so that left you alone.

"are you here with your family, dear? where are they?" that nice woman from before sits beside you, worried that you're all alone in this stadium.

"n-no. i'm alone." you're flustered by the sudden attention from her. "i'm here to.." you paused for a moment, "..to support my brothers."

"oh! that's so sweet! i'm supporting my own son! your brothers must be really good as well."

when was the last time you felt warm like this?

from just a simple talk with a lovely mother has you boiling with pain and longing.

why couldn't you feel this warmth with your family?

"yeah." you nodded curtly.

when the timer ticks down, you watch with dull eyes as rin and sae fight on the field again. you almost thought they would get cards for how aggressive this was. and before you know it.

blue lock wins.

and you don't know how to feel.

you saw the monster that rin was, tearing every person apart against their strongest assets. and you saw the monster that sae was, constantly calculating his way to win optimally.

today was the day that rin finally beat him.

and today was the day soccer changed japan.

the two week rest was now given to the blue lock members, and you haven't seen much of rin. that still hurt.

but you did catch him one day.

"rin.." you encounter him on a late night, hearing a set of heavy footsteps before you went to bed. "rin." you don't address him as your brother anymore. you wonder when you started making that habit.

"what?"

"you did well." you don't know what to say when you finally manage to have a chance at a proper talk with at least one of your brothers. he scoffs at your weak voice but you continue, "i saw everything. i attended the match."

"then you should know that i didn't do enough."

"i don't think like you and sae, i don't know as much as you two do-"

"i'm still far away from him now." you stay silent as he trembles with frustration and anger. "i'm gonna beat him and that stupid isagi.. "

your mouth is dry with confusion. you can't find it in you to talk to him like you once did as a kid. but you manage, "does this mean i'm gonna be alone again?"

it's his turn to go silent. his back faces you while he stares at his bedroom door.

"how long am i gonna be alone again?" you ask.

"until i beat our good for nothing shitty brother and that idiot isagi."

".. okay." you reach to open your bedroom door, "when you see sae again, tell him i said hi. i miss seeing you and sae." you confess.

"i don't understand how you miss him."

"the same way i miss you." you open your door, looking out at your bland bedroom. not a single trophy seen, not a single sign of any sports prowess, nothing that defined you. "you're both too far away from me. and i can't catch up." you sigh. "i'm just the talentless third kid after all."

"with that attitude, you deserve it." he opens his bedroom door and it's the complete opposite of yours. littered with awards and trophies and a single photo frame of the last time you've seen rin and sae happy.

"i know."

[m-writes-stories]

The Kansas City Couple Pt 2

TAKES PLACE DURING TRAINING CAMP AND PRESEASON GAMES (JUNE-AUGUST 2023)

Word Count: 1117

Warnings: Car accident

Interviewer: We are back. It is training camp time. And we are only here with Y/N. Why isn’t Travis here?

Y/N: So during training camp, Travis stays on the Missouri Western State campus. So I only see him at practice. So I saw him yesterday morning but he stayed there. So I’ll see him again tomorrow morning at practice again.

Interviewer: So why do they stay on campus when they could just come back?

Y/N: So the 9:30-12 practice that community members can see isn’t the full practice. So they actually come back at 1 and practice for another 2 and a half hours. So it is easier for the players to just stay in the dorms on campus than it is to drive all the way home. They also normally do team bonding skills after practice. I know that this year there are 8 PS4s and like 6 X-Boxs. So they are most likely doing a huge madden tournament. Honestly it is good for them to have that time together as a team. I know a couple of years ago there was a lot of separation between the rookies and the vets as training camp. And now they stay at campus. It is really funny cause Pat (Patrick Mahomes) called me the other day and we were talking and he goes “you know that Trav leaves early every night from our Madden tournament to call you right?” and I was confused. He said “every night when he calls you, we are most likely playing Madden, and he just gets up and leaves. He normally comes back 30 minutes to an hour later.” Which is funny cause he is calling me right now, (Answers the phone). Hi Trav! “Hey baby, what are you doing?” I am filming the documentary. Can I call you back after like an hour? “Yeah that's fine I love you!” I love you too. That is normally not how our conversations go. But we need to film so he can wait. He probably wasn’t doing anything important anyway.

Interviewer: Is it hard not having Travis here?

Y/N: It definitely was in the beginning. But it is mostly normal now. I’m sorta used to it. I have been doing this for so long. You know literally since day 1. So since then it has been getting easier. I don’t know if it is 100% easy, but I am pretty much used to him not being here for basically 3 months straight. We call and text and facetime so often it is kind of like he is here. There are evenings when he isn’t playing Madden and I am just walking around the house with him on Facetime. And it is literally like he is at the house.

Interviewer: What do you think about the Podcast?

Y/N: The New Heights podcast. Um, it's fun. I think Travis has so much fun with it. I love that he gets to talk to Jason (Travis’s brother). They are both so busy during the season and this is something that they can do to stay close. Even in past years with having Tuesdays off, there wasn’t a lot of time for them to sit down and talk. And so now with the podcast they have a set time to not be bothered. Which actually rarely happens, they get interrupted a lot, between me and the girls. Something is interrupting them.

Interviewer: So we talked about this during the off season, that you and Travis were off and on throughout high school. And you mentioned that you were in a car accident your senior year. Can we talk about that?

Y/N: yeah for sure. We can talk about that. So yes I was in a car accident my senior year. In January of that year I was driving home from wrestling practice and I hit a very slick patch of the road and slid into the ditch. But the ditch happened to ot be super deep so I actually just rolled over the ditch and rolled my car like 6 times. This is funny but not at the same time. It was actually Travis that found me. So this was back before we had cell phones. But we lived pretty close to each other, and the plan was that after practice I was to go to his house for a family dinner type thing. Well it had gotten way past the time that I should have been at his house. So he told his parents that he was going to drive the normal route to school, which is the same for both of us, and he found my car.

Interviewer: So you said in the previous interview that the accident kind of put a barrier between you and Travis. May we ask why?

Y/N: So being a wrestler and a softball player, I was determined after the accident to get back to 100% health. And I kind of pushed myself harder than I should have and it took me a while to realize that. But during the first like 3 weeks after the accident, there were times that I felt Travis being too protective. He was really just trying to get me to rest and take it easy. And all I wanted to do was to get back to being 100%. So I decided around the beginning of February that it would be best if Travis and I took a break. So we did and in April when I was finally feeling like myself again we ended up getting back together. And we have been together since.

Interviewer: So with that being said we know you wrestled at the college level. Was there ever a time when you felt Travis cared more about football than you or your wrestling?

Y/N: We definitely had arguments about that throughout college. But it was never that I felt he didn’t care about me or my wrestling career. It was more that we had two completely different focuses for a good chunk of the school year that we had a hard time spending time together. There were fights where we said that our individual sport was more important. But at the end of the day we knew that wasn’t true and that the other person came first.

Interviewer: I know fans would love to have multiple episodes with just you but we are going to hopefully get Travis back in for an interview. Hopefully after the first preseason game. We would love to talk about how he is feeling. But we will have to make time to get him to sit down and talk.

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A/N: I also want to say that my requests are open for Travis only right now. So go send in all your Travis Kelce one shot ideas,

Love you all, M

[mushroomates]

merry headcanons

as a child, he sincerely believed he could talk to cats. this ended at age 13.

can do cartwheels. pippin cannot. this is brought up in arguments more frequently that imagined

has a filter, contrary to some of what he says. he also acts as pippins filter

possesses an uncanny ability to sniff out weed. can tell the quality of such by smell alone. can also tell you where it may have come from, and how it was grown

has a small patch of cannabis growing in a back room of his estate. it used to be a sunroom but is now a greenhouse/weed lab.

merry religiously documents it’s growth, soil conditions, exposure to light, and most importantly: potentness

unfortunately this has manifested in a very strong but unpleasant tasting plant. this sort is hearty, can grow under any conditions, but really just tastes/smells. absolutely awful.

he did try and recruit sam into helping him until sam realized what was going on and wanted “no business in such a practice”

uses samples saved from the whole Saruman takedown and propagates what he can. also keeps some for comparison. he is very organized with this and has a whole spreadsheet he references frequently

merry also likes to know where everything is at all times. he’s not super weird about it but everything does have its place and he will know if you move it

got into furniture making. makes. questionable, ‘innovative’ ‘contemporary’ and ‘unique’ pieces

in reality it’s because he likes to make chairs that specifically make people want to leave because of how uncomfortable they are

like. he loves his family. but sometimes the get the squeaky chair. there’s a table with one leg slightly smaller than the rest that makes everyone uneasy. a couch that is just too low to the ground and cushy, so that you sink in but your legs are cramped. there’s a chair with the back curved slightly to steep, so when someone sits in it their posture is terrible. it also has a shorter than normal seat so you can’t scoot forward either

it’s not torture. people can endure it. it’s just mean to make sure no one does for very long.

this set is strategically in the foyer, so if he likes you well enough you’re granted entity into the living room with normal furniture. which is very tastefully decorated and has framed artwork of his many nieces and nephews.

he absolutely adores the littlest members of the shire and will spoil them however he can

draws maps of the most absurd things. just. maps that no one even asked for but are delightfully absurd

“directions to bag end, avoiding all dogs, aunts, sheep and red mail boxes” “brandybuck estate, but only the trees” “every pub in the shire, and who to avoid on your way back from a good time”

and, famously, “pippins brain”

this is a circle, and in it, two singular dots

one saying “pipe weed” and the other “bad ideas”

there use to be a third dot, that said “lack of cart wheels” but that has been a angerly scribbled out (culprit still a ‘mystery’ )

decent navigational skills

of course, no one listens to him.

judges the annual pie contest

is actually. really good at it. has a very defined palette dispute the copious amount of weed he smokes

“is that rubarb? it adds a wonderful complexity to the strawberry and pistachio- though, i’d recommend not using molasses next time; instead try brown sugar.”

like. merry. why do you know these things.

also judges the pie EATING contest. this is because there is a scandalous amount of cheating and he was part of a huge pie-in-the-trousers bust and now sits in the jury as an esteemed member

pippin thinks he’s a traitor to the cause. this is also because pippin was a primary perpetrator in said pie-in-the-trousers bust.

has two pet rabbits. by pets i mean fellow members of the “raiding farmer maggots crops” club, who he saved from a few rodent traps and took home

merrys morals, to recap, does not allow him to permit pie-crimes, but he is totally okay with casual thievery

did not have the heart to said rabbits as they were cut from the same cloth. he let them out the back yard once he got home and they just. kind of. stayed

their names are gandalf and gandalf because ones gray and ones white

is a great babysitter. mature enough to not get into trouble but still has a childish sense of adventure, and lots of stories

he is the trusted fun uncle. pippin being the reckless fun uncle.

he acts then out more than tells them to the kids, as his way with words is not so great as his way with sound effects.

also makes his own sock puppets and will occasionally put on small shows for the kiddos during family gatherings. fan favorites are “merry takes down the witch-king” “the march of the ents” and “the hobbit who couldn’t cartwheel” (the last ends with the hobbit simply learns to accept that everyone has different talents- something not true to life because pippin still hasn’t accepted this)

is high key very smart. doesn’t do a lot with this. he prefers to enjoy the simple things in life, and has found that so long as he makes sure he and his are looked after, life can be very easy.

that being said. he is not as care free as he’d like to be

is very prepared and well organized. has rations for days and a go-bag, even in his later years. everyone mocked him for years but it took him maybe ten minutes to grab everything and join up with frodo and sam. he also has extra go-bags, which is why it only took pippin 15 minutes (an extra five because pippin lost his bag about two seconds after merry gave it to him)

merry got the “anxiety” hobbit gene that manifests in being (only slightly) a prepper. there’s cans of beans and fruit as well as bottled water hidden in the cellar of the brandy-buck estate. enough food to last nearly five years, but for a hobbit, three.

this gives him peace of mind, as he knows he is prepared for whatever life gives him

he also knows he has braved many things before and anything that may come now will be significantly less of a hardship

he will never have to face down another witch-king, or more importantly, go without second breakfast

[drvirgus]

The Idol who cant Smile

Minji X Fem! Reader

Description: You are the oldest Member of New Jeans, but Fans Never saw you Smile once. Why don't you Smile? Who's the Person that can bring back a smile to your Face?

Chapter 2:

With a drink in my hand and cheeks already completely flushed, I leaned my head on Lia's shoulder. Somehow, we always ended up in this position when we were drinking together. The only difference now was that Hanni had been watching us the entire time. Yeji was sitting on Ryujin's lap, as often as not. Chaeryeong was dancing enthusiastically to the music.

Yuna and Hanni were engaged in conversation. Occasionally, I heard Hanni gasp in surprise. Apparently, Yuna was filling her in on all the gossip. My eyes opened as I looked at Lia. My hand was in hers. "Y/N, I really missed you. You must have been busy, huh?" she asked. I sat up right away, my leg on the couch as I turned completely toward her.

"Yes, our comeback is coming soon, but what about yours? I'm really looking forward to it. I can't wait to hear your voice in my ear again," I replied. Lia laughed, and her eyes laughed along, causing my mouth to open. I swallowed and took a deep breath.

Lia took my drink and placed it on the table in front of us. She set her glass next to mine. Her eyes fell on our linked hands before she looked back into my eyes. She smiled much softer now. "Are you... too drunk tonight?" she asked, her eyebrow twitching slightly. My breath almost caught immediately.

I shook my head, which made Lia nod with her head immediately. "I... really missed you, Y/n," she said. The anticipation must have been evident on my face, as she laughed. She stood up and helped me up as well. With a smile, she pulled me along.

I noticed Hanni watching me curiously, but Yuna stopped the younger girl.

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Hanni's POV

"What? Where are they going?" I asked curiously as I looked at Yuna. Her face immediately twisted in disgust. "Trust me... You don't want to disturb them," she replied, and almost instantly, my mouth dropped open in shock. My eyes widened in astonishment. "Wait. You mean? Oh... So, um, are they... together?" I asked, visibly overwhelmed by this new information.

Was... that why she's often at the JYP building? Is she together with Lia from Itzy?

"Wow. Are they at it again?" Ryujin asked, looking quite surprised. Her eyebrows raised. Yeji laughed softly, "Well, you know, when alcohol's involved—" she shrugged. I blinked repeatedly.

"No, they're not together," Yuna replied when I looked back at her. She laughed a little, "She doesn't talk about herself much, does she?" Yuna asked, and I sighed in annoyance. I nodded as I took a sip of my drink.

"Not at all. Honestly... I don't even know her favorite color or what she actually likes," I said frustratedly, and Yuna nodded her head. Soon after, her forehead furrowed. "I... don't know either. Do you guys?" Yuna asked, looking at the rest of us. Chaeryeong also sat down, breathing heavily, right next to us.

"No, I think we should ask Lia about that," Chaeryeong replied. I sighed again, "Hello?! I... didn't even know she was into women," I said, clearly disappointed in myself. My head hung low, "I mean... we're on the same team, a family... shouldn't she, I don't know, trust us more?" I asked, sighing.

God... it's really frustrating me...

"Well, she's your unnie. The oldest, right? How much of an age difference does she have with the second oldest?" Yeji asked now. Ryujin and Yeji both showed interest in this conversation. I hummed a bit, "2 years with Minji and me. 3 years with Danielle, 4 years with Haerin, and 6 years with Hyein," I immediately replied, and Yeji nodded understandingly.

"So, she doesn't really have anyone her age? She must be the unnie... Maybe that thought is holding her back. I think... if I didn't have Lia, I might be the same," Yeji said, causing Ryujin to now look at her with wide eyes.

"And she's a Taurus. Maybe that's part of it," Yuna added, laughing. But I still looked at Yeji. Was it really because of that? She has to be the oldest, the most serious?

Who even said that?!

Several minutes passed until Lia and Y/n came back into the room. Both of them seemed more cheerful now, and they immediately drank more. Y/n even started dancing at some point.

"She's drunk," Yuna said, laughing. But I furrowed my brow. How did she know that? She looked... okay. She might be squinting a bit, but that's it. "Y/n doesn't like to dance much," Yuna explained when she noticed my look. I nodded in understanding and just continued watching the older girl.

"Hey. Do you like her?" Yuna asked, quite surprised. Confused, I looked at her. Yuna laughed at my expression, "I like her. She really piques my curiosity. But not like that," I answered, causing Yuna and Chaeryeong to nod.

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Y/N's POV

Drunk, I stumbled into the apartment. Hanni laughed, so I immediately placed my finger on my lips. "Shhh. You have to be quiet," I whispered as quietly as possible. Hanni's eyes widened, and she nodded. She was quite drunk too. I helped her take off her shoes before removing my own.

I then assisted her into her shared bedroom with Minji. She fell right onto her bed, and I tucked her in. I blinked, everything was spinning. Hanni had already fallen asleep, her mouth open.

"Come here," I heard someone mumble sleepily. My eyes widened as I looked at Minji. She had one of her eyes half-open. She looked at me, her stuffed toy now on the floor as she opened her arms for me. Without hesitating for a second, I went to her. I took off my t-shirt and lay down next to her.

Her arms wrapped around me, her chin resting on top of my head. I also had my arm around her, and my eyes closed. After a while, I heard Minji sigh, "Turn around. You smell like alcohol," she said, loosening her grip around me. I mumbled until Minji repeated herself. I did as she asked.

My back now facing her, her leg between mine, and her arms around me. My whole body relaxed as I felt her body close to mine. My eyes closed.

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Hanni came out of the room with a groan. Her eyes fell on me as I lounged comfortably on the couch. Her mouth opened, "How... can you be so fine?" she asked, her hand over her mouth, looking somewhat queasy. I motioned for her to sit down with my finger. I got up immediately and fetched a glass of water for the younger one. I dropped an ACC pill into the glass, and it started dissolving slowly.

"Here," I said as I placed the glass on the table. Hanni looked utterly exhausted. My eyes caught the time, "You must wake up early even when you've been drinking, huh?" I asked, visibly amused. Hanni downed the glass of water in one go. Her eyes widened after just a few minutes.

"Wait, did that... actually work?" she asked, surprised, looking at me. I nodded. Hanni immediately smiled and cuddled up to me, "Do you... like that Lia?" she asked in a much softer tone. My eyes widened, and I hesitated. How much did she remember?

"No," I answered, and Hanni's head lifted. She hesitated as she studied my face, "It's just... fun," I answered her unspoken question. Hanni nodded with her head. She sighed once again, "You should stop... it could really hurt someone," she said mysteriously.

My forehead furrowed in question, "Who-", I began, but I was immediately interrupted by the opening of one of the doors. My attention immediately turned to Minji. The younger one looked at me and then at Hanni. She looked back at me and smiled a bit, "I hope you had fun?" she asked, and I nodded my head.

"Yes, we did. But next time, you should definitely come along. Trust me," Hanni chimed in. Minji looked at Hanni for a while, and it seemed like they were communicating with their eyes. Minji then nodded, "Sure. I'd like to come along next time," the taller one said with a smile on her lips.

I nodded my head too, "Why don't we invite them here next time?" I suggested, and Hanni looked at me as well. Her eyes widened, "Oh yeah, great idea. The others will love her too," Hanni said, and I couldn't help but chuckle. I covered my mouth with my hand.

"You seem to be quite taken with Yuna, huh?" I teased, and Hanni playfully hit my shoulder. Her smile was wide, "But you know who I don't like at all?" she asked, and now I looked curiously at the younger one. Minji had already sat down, "Lia," Hanni said, glancing briefly at Minji.

Confused, I furrowed my brow, "What don't you like about her?" I asked, clearly intrigued. Hanni's mouth opened, but she seemed to struggle to find a reason. She huffed, "I have my reasons," she answered, and I accepted that as an answer. My eyes shifted to Minji, who had been staring at me the entire time.

Nervously, I looked back at Hanni.

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"What's the first thing you notice about a person?" Danielle said, reading out one of the questions from the streamers. We all pondered for a moment. "Their eyes," Minji chimed in. Haerin answered shortly after, "Their butt." I blinked, looking at the younger woman. Almost immediately, I burst into laughter at her response, covering my mouth with my hand.

Proudly, Haerin looked at me with a wide grin, and the others promptly answered, turning their attention to me, "Um... the smile, I guess," I replied, which made Danielle laugh out loud, "How ironic," she commented. I huffed in response, but she had a point. She was right.

"What makes a person instantly more attractive?" Hyein read aloud. My eyes landed on Minji as she answered instantly, "Dimples," she responded quicker than ever. Hanni hummed thoughtfully, "Patience," she answered, and I nodded in agreement. Haerin was up next, "I don't know. If they're as pretty as Minji unnie?" she answered, her tone questioning.

Minji cringed at that and made a face. Now, everyone's eyes were back on me. I blushed slightly, "A... sweet smile with teeth and also with the eyes," I answered, and almost immediately, Hanni nudged me, "Like this?" she asked, grinning widely at me, showing her teeth clearly.

The rest followed suit, even Minji. But as my gaze briefly landed on Minji, my breath caught. I felt my face completely relax, blinked, and quickly looked away. My gaze turned to the camera. I cleared my throat, "You're all adorable," I said. My hand landed on Hyein's head, who was sitting right in front of me. I stroked her hair gently.

"So, you heard it? Next time you meet Y/n, all you have to do is grin widely, and that's it," Danielle quipped, laughing a bit. Now, the topic shifted to something more mundane. Comments about Hanni and Minji's relationship came up intermittently, and of course, there were discussions about Danielle and Haerin too. All the shippers chimed in immediately.

"Which groups do you like?" Haerin asked, looking at each of us. "Itzy and Mamamoo," I answered promptly, and everyone looked at me with raised eyebrows. I shrugged, "What's wrong? I love Mamamoo because all of them are unbelievably talented, and even in front of the camera, they remain themselves. Honestly... they're my role models. I also don't want to show the bunnies anyone fake, so I stay true to myself," I replied, and I could feel my face brightening a bit.

"And Itzy?" Hyein asked with evident interest, a smile on her lips. I looked at her too, "Well, for starters, I'm friends with them. Beyond that, I simply love their songs. Even songs like 'Sneakers' or 'Boy Like You.' I really don't understand what most people dislike about those songs," I answered, gesturing with my hands a bit.

Danielle leaned forward slightly and read out another comment, "If you had to date someone from Itzy, who would it be?" she read aloud. Surprised by the question, I looked briefly at Danielle, but my face relaxed again. I hummed, "Well, Yuna or Lia," I answered, "Both... have really beautiful smiles," I added thoughtfully.

Hanni looked at me from the side for a while. She glanced at Minji and then back at the camera. Haerin, however, gaped at me. Confused, I furrowed my brow, but I understood her look, "Just because I'm answering the question doesn't mean I actually want to date anyone. Don't get me wrong," I added after a while, raising my hands defensively.

[sherifftillman]

There is nothing j love more than Henderson!reader and Steve Harrington so if you’re looking for some prompts, look no further: Can you write a fluff Steve request where he unexpectedly comes over to the Henderson household after a dinner with his parents because while his parents talked all he thought about was how the Henderson!reader and Dustin are his family?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader (no pronouns/gendered terms)

Genre: fluff

Word count: 3847

A/N: I set out for these prompts to be quick little drabbles but this one REALLY got away from me lmao. Also this one's more Steve-heavy than Henderson-heavy just bc I got real into the story behind his and reader's relationship, I hope y'all still like it though!

"Steven!" The second syllable grates his ears like nails on a chalkboard.

"What is it, Mom?" he shouts from the upper floor. It's useless, of course. She either can't or won't tell him. He runs halfway down the stairs, leaning across the railing. "Mother!"

"Oh please, don't be so immature," she rolls her eyes as she stands in the kitchen doorway. "And stop hanging like that, you're not a child anymore, for god's sake. Come down and set the table. And would it kill you to wear anything other than jeans? You know we've got company coming, and how important this is for your father."

With a heavy sigh, Steve makes his way to the dining room, and opens the closet to take out one of the "fancy" table coverings out. Ironic, he thinks. That would suggest they use the table for ordinary meals, too. Instead, it's plates of food left on the counter, not even called for, ready to take to whatever respective room they're each in; usually his mom eats while she watches her shows on the TV, his dad takes it straight back to the office, and Steve gets to eat in the comfort of his own bedroom.

Steve sets out the tablecloth, then the placemats, then all the correct forks, knives, spoons and glasses. He compares it to the photo his mother left in the closet for him, as a reminder because he kept "getting it wrong". Why have a fish fork AND a salad fork on the table if the entire meal doesn't have any of either?!

Once he's set everything up, he heads back up the stairs. A warning, "Steve..." from his mother causes him to shout back, "It's done, Ma! Take a look for yourself!"

"Oh, so you can do things when you're asked! Where's this energy when your father and I ask you to go get a real job, huh?" she asks.

Like a broken record. Steve gets changed into a dress shirt and slacks, stuffs his favourite crewneck and sweats into a backpack, styles his hair, throws some products from his bathroom into the bag too, sneaks into his parents' bathroom to spritz himself with one of his dad's colognes, and goes back downstairs to wait patiently like the good little family member he is. Having one of his dad's scents be at such close proximity is driving him crazy. Usually that smell precedes a monologue from his father that makes Steve hate himself, or a slap that stings for hours. He tries to get all the grossed-out facial expressions out now, before he becomes part of The Perfect Hosting Family.

His dad's guests arrive moments before his mother has to plate up. The couple that come in greet Steve briefly before he leads them to the dining room. His father offers to get wine from the cellar - he doesn't trust Steve after that one time when Steve was 15 and got drunk in there, supposedly ruining an important business proposal. It's up to Steve to make the small talk. "So, Mr Blake, how is your daughter these days?"

"Ah! Got into NYU! Naturally," he smirks proudly. "You, uh, you get anywhere with college?"

Steve shakes his head, recalling the fake reality for himself he'd been working on for this exact moment. "Not yet, my old man thinks I need real basic work experience, first. Can't get to the top without knowing the bottom inside out, right?"

"What a smart man!" Mr Blake laughs loudly, gesturing towards his father as he re-enters the room. "Punishing the boy with menial work before he reaps the benefits of a successful businessman."

"No such thing as a free handout, Jim," his father points to his guest. "Whatever it is that Steven makes of himself, it won't be through riding my coat-tails, that's for sure."

Steve wishes, just once, that his parents would have just enough pride to also protect their son's reputation. He sits the rest of the meal out in relative silence, perking up only when his mother would step on his foot and glare at him for not looking chipper enough. He takes every opportunity to clean up, washing dishes between courses and everything. The Blakes joke that his parents have trained him well. He just wants a few minutes where they can all just be out of sight, out of mind, for just a brief moment at a time.

As soon as the third course is all cleared up, Steve excuses himself from the table. "Are you sure, son?" Mr Blake asks, of course. It's not like anyone else at the table would call him that. "You could learn a lot about the trade by sitting in."

"Oh, thank you, but I've got quite a... Riveting biography upstairs that I'm itching to get back to," Steve plasters the fakest smile on his face before running upstairs. He throws his backpack out the window, jumps onto the roof below, climbs down and runs across the street to where his car is parked.

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"Mom! Could you get that? I'm on a roll here!" Dustin calls from the sitting room after the doorbell rings.

"Sweetie, I'm just getting these out of the oven, can't you pause?" she shouts back.

"You guys know I'm here too, right?" you joke as you loudly stomp down the stairs.

"Wish I could forget!" Dustin chimes over his shoulder.

"Oh my god, I'm devastated. How will I ever recover from such a scathing remark from - truly the greatest wordsmith of his generation?!" You sarcastically yell before opening the door to see your childhood best friend-turned-acquaintance who barely acknowledged you throughout school-turned-brother's best friend, somehow. "Oh, hi Steve. You look... Nice." Your nose scrunches at the scent that follows him, missing the way he looks at you in shock. "Smell like your dad, though."

"Y-Yeah, can I... Use you guys' shower? I can pay towards the water bill in return," Steve offers as he steps through the doorway and kicks his shoes off.

In comes your mother, bustling through to pull Steve into a close hug. "Now don't you be so silly, Steve, we don't charge family here!"

Steve holds your mom extra tightly at that. You don't see it from where you're standing, but his eyes fill with tears and glee. "You're the best, Mrs H."

"When are we going to be on first-name terms, Mr Harrington?" she teases, and even you laugh at that.

Steve kisses your mom on the cheek and breaks the hug to head towards the bathroom. He stops again at you to smile softly. "Good to see you again. You're like, never here."

You shrug, "Different circles, I guess. Go shower, you reek of Old Rich Man," you hold your nose and Steve salutes you before climbing the stairs.

"You good, sweetie?" your mom asks when he's out of earshot, rubbing your arm sympathetically.

"Yeah, sure," you shrug, "it's not like we're both in school anymore. I can still exist around him, we're all grown-ups here. I'm fine, I promise."

When Dustin finally dies in his game, you tell him you want a turn on the Atari next, and instead boot up Mario Bros. Your brother sulks at being demoted to player 2, but you simply shrug him off, "Should have beat me to it at being the oldest then, shouldn't you?"

"Oh my god, gross," he pulls a face.

"Yeah, not such a wise guy now, are you?! Now c'mon, you've got until your BFF is out of the shower to get us past level 5."

When you're both deep into level 5, you can just about hear Steve talking up your mom's cookies with her in the kitchen. "Save some for us, Harrington!" you shout, your eyes not leaving the screen.

"Come and get 'em then, Henderson!" he shouts back with his mouth full.

"I don't hear you telling him off for talking with food in his mouth, Mom!" Dustin shouts, and you both cheer as the "level clear" screen shows up. "Holy shit, we did it!" Dustin cackles to you, holding his hand up for a high-five. Sure, you're both sarcastic little shits, but there's the occasional moment where he's bearable.

You return it and start up level 6. Steve sits on the couch behind you both. "You guys beat it yet?"

"Yeah, the key to know when you've finished a game is when you're still playing it," Dustin retorts. "Obviously not yet."

"We finally made it to the level before the fina- Dustin, I need you down here!" you yell exasperatedly, but he's just as frustrated.

"Well, I need you up -"

You both chorus a, "Shit!" as the Game Over screen shows up.

Steve laughs, and Dustin scoffs, "What are you laughing at, Steve? Not like you could do any better."

"Oh, yeah? It's just pressing some buttons and knowing where to go, it's not hard." You look over at Steve, who's sitting leant back on the couch, legs stretched out and arms crossed. You notice he's now wearing a sweater and lounge pants. He still looks just as good in them as he did the other clothes. Fuck. The thoughts you were scared to have being around him. Still there.

You hold out your controller to him. "Only one way to find out, I guess."

Steve pulls an upside-down smile and slides off the couch to sit next to Dustin. He tries to wrestle the player 1 controller off Steve, but with no success. You excuse yourself to go and pick up a couple of your mom's cookies. You offer to help her clean up, but she ushers you back in to spend time with the boys.

You sit and watch the back of Steve's head as your head swims with thoughts. Why did he have to change his whole personality when you were in school? Especially when this is pretty much how you remember him when you were kids. What would have happened if he hadn't? Would he still be in your life? Would you have... Dated, even? It's never helped that he turned out to be super hot, apparently in any sort of clothing, so that's just great. But maybe it wouldn't have worked out, and maybe he wouldn't be here for Dustin, and Dustin needs him. So. It all works out for him, at least.

They barely make it through level 1 without biting each others' heads off. Level 3 is their ultimate demise. Dustin groans in anguish, "God, you are the worst to play with, why wouldn't you come and help me?!"

"Because I had my own guys to fight off! Why didn't you come to my aid?!" Steve asks, exasperated.

"Because you never said anything! You kept doing your own thing!"

"Because you were doing your thing!"

"Fellas, fellas," you interject, noticing Dustin's voice getting hoarser, "there's a very obvious tiebreaker here. Dustin?" You make eye contact with him and jerk your head aside, silently instructing him to sit on the couch. You then look to Steve and raise your eyebrows. Not even looking away from you, he drops the player 1 controller, shuffles over on his butt and picks up the one Dustin left. You scrunch your nose up as you nod, and retake your place on the floor.

"What are you even still doing here tonight, don't you actually have friends tonight? Why aren't you at your little witches' coven?" your brother asks.

"Nobody practices witchcraft in book club, stupid," you roll your eyes. "Vickie couldn't make it, and we're kinda 'all or nothing', so we're meeting next week instead. That's all," you falter, before clearing your throat and starting another game. You don't notice Steve's eyes narrowing.

The pair of you work really well together. Realising where Dustin went wrong, you actually verbally communicate with Steve as much as you can, knowing he doesn't know this game quite as well as you and your brother do. You start off with asking things of him, like "Hey, can you bop that guy there and I'll kick it off?" or "If I bop this one, can you come over and kick it?", but as the game progresses, you both communicate with simple, "Bop!"s and "Kick!"s. You're both starting to lean into the screen as you play through level 6, until you lose your balance and, not realising just how close Steve is, take him down with you. Dustin yells nonsensically as he watches both Mario and Luigi die at the same time, but you and Steve are too busy rolling around the floor, laughing at yourselves.

He's the first to pull himself back up, and he helps you up, too. His hand lingers a little longer once you're stood, just enough for him to stroke the back of your hand with it, and he looks at you softly. Adoringly? Longingly? He quickly lets go, though, and clears his throat. "Alright, Dustin, why don't we play something that won't make you lose your voice?"

You take him inviting Dustin to play, as a sign that you should retire and let them have the rest of the evening to themselves.

You're sitting on your bed, now several chapters into a new book, when a rapping at the door catches your attention. You shout, "Night, Mom!"

"Oh, it's, uh, it's me. Steve. Mind if I come in?"

You sit up, putting the book on your nightstand. "Sure!" He opens the door tentatively, and closes it behind him again, which you appreciate. If Dustin sees Steve in here, he might see it as an invitation for him to come in, and there's no way in hell you're okay with that. "What's up?" you ask.

"I dunno," he half-laughs, ruffling his own hair a little. "I just... Wanted to say hi, again. I guess?"

You smile at him as he sits at the foot of your bed, one leg folded beneath him. "Hi, again." His laugh has a little more heart in it, this time. "Were you... When you were all dressed up earlier, was that from your parents?" He nods sadly. "Are they still assholes?" He stays quiet. "Right. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want. Um," you look around the room, trying to think of something to talk about, but you're coming up blank. "So, what is it you do for wor-"

"What happened between us?" he asks over you, not making eye contact. You quieten down and he sighs. "Why... What was it?"

"Steve, I - you're clearly not in a good mood, I don't want to drag old shit up, we're adults now," you explain, but he looks at you directly.

"Please?"

"Seventh grade," you eventually groan in resignation. "Carol Perkins had just started dating that guy, Tommy Whatshisface, and you were all in the hallway before class. I came to find you to invite you to my birthday party. Carol told me that I must be dumber than a pet rock if I thought I had anything of worth to say to any of you three. A-and you laughed."

He rubs his eyes hard. "Shit. You know, I did try and find you at lunch that day. But I couldn't see you. And then you kept ignoring me."

"We'd had gym that day," you continue, "and Carol... Told me... You'd told her I was a desperate little nobody. And you wanted nothing to do with me. And you didn't know why I would think it was okay to invite you. And, I know it was probably stupid of me to believe Carol Perkins, but I was young and stupid and -"

"No, I get it," Steve cuts in, looking at you with sad eyes. "I'm sorry I wasn't better at sticking up for you. But, I never, ever said those things about you. I've missed you."

You half-crawl on your knees across your bed to put your hands on Steve's shoulders, resting your head on the closest one. "Missed you, too. But, I'm glad you've been around for Dustin. He's needed someone like you. Especially since Dad..." you falter. Steve tilts his head to rest on yours, and holds one of your hands with his. "He needs a decent man around."

Another sad half-laugh. "Not many people would call me 'decent'."

"Well, I just did, so... Bite it or fight it," you repeat the phrase you always used to when you were kids. It meant "bite your lip and keep quiet, or fight it out physically between yourselves".

Steve chuckles, "We're a little old for that, right?"

You shrug, "Whatever gets you to stop talking shit about yourself."

"And what about you?" Steve asks. "My friend Robin said she couldn't hang out with Vickie tonight because Vickie said she had book club. So one of you is lying."

You sigh in defeat. "They're great. But everyone else is graduating this year. The ones that graduated with me, went to college. I couldn't put our family in more debt, not when it's just me, Mom and Dustin. But I didn't want to be a downer, or else nobody would want to hang out with me."

"I mean, you've not kicked me out yet, so I'm gonna mark that one down as "not true"," Steve notes, and you chuckle.

"Yeah, but that's different," you shake your head.

"Huh. So it's different when you're talking smack about yourself? Got it," Steve slaps his knees and stands up. You look at him with confusion as he turns on his heel. His whole demeanour changes. He's full of mischief. With a wicked grin, he says, "Nobody's allowed to say that to my friend!"

"Wait, no fair, you didn't say bite it or - Steve!" you laugh as he runs towards the bed, launches himself onto it and tackles you onto your back. He grabs your wrists, but you're able to push back until you're almost sitting upright. You manage to wrap your leg around him and, along with swinging your shoulder around with all your might, you're able to flip the two of you around so that he's on his back. The impact causes him to let go for a second, and you grab his wrists, pinning him beneath you.

You both take a pause to catch your breath, your chest heaving as you pant from the exhaustion of the struggle. His hair is fanned out all around his face in a perfect angelic halo. He's breathing heavily too, through parted lips. His lips... So perfectly plump and pink. His Adam's apple bobs with every breath. He's looking at your lips, too.

Before either of you know it, you're all over each other. Your hands move to slide in his hair, and his arms wrap around the small of your back. He pushes the kiss open to slip his tongue into your mouth with ease, a natural expert. It's electric, and you grip his hair near the roots. He moans into your mouth, his hands slipping down to squeeze your ass. You whine, breaking the kiss for just a second. You both look at each other with all the delight of two people whose problems do not matter in this moment, and dive right back into another open kiss.

Steve snakes his arms around you to roll the pair of you until he's once again on top of you. He strokes your hair out of your face, turns his hand around to drag the backs of his fingers down your cheek lightly while smiling at you with nothing but adoration. He looks as though he wants to say about twelve things at once, but instead he leans down and starts pressing soft, sweet kisses to your neck. You whimper, shakily whining out his name as you run your fingers back and forth through his hair.

He pulls up again to look at you, eyes heavy-lidded. "Baby, baby, baby," he mutters softly, "you're gonna make me take things way faster than I wanted if you keep that up."

"Hmm, what are - where are you staying for the night? Are you going back home?" you ask as you reach up to stroke his face.

"Not if I can help it, are you offering me something better?" he asks, nuzzling into your touch.

You half-shrug. "Big ol' bed here. Wouldn't want all that space going to waste, right?"

"Oh, we can't possibly be wasteful," Steve smirks before bending down to kiss you again. He holds your hip and pulls you into a half-roll so that you're both laying on your side, still kissing, remaining that way until you can't possibly fight off the tiredness any longer.

Steve pulls you close, so you're laying on his chest, and he strokes your hair and your arm in a gentle rhythm. Every now and then he kisses the top of your head, until you feel it get heavier with sleep. The last thing you hear that night is Steve purring, "Good night, beautiful."

You awaken on your mattress, facing the window. A pang of sadness hits your chest, until you roll over and see Steve still in your bed, just at an awkward angle. You lean over and see a Steve that he would never let anyone else see - hair sticking out at all angles, mouth hanging half-open, snoring lightly.

You start trying to stroke his hair back into shape for him and he snuffles, his eyes opening ever so slightly as he stirs. With a sleepy smile, he murmurs, "How's about paying a little less attention to my bed head and a little more time on my good morning kiss?"

You kiss him deeply, but fleetingly. "Lets get some breakfast, I'm gonna get rid of this morning breath, and then we can pick right back up, how's that sound?"

"Like the world's greatest plan," he beams back, leaning up to kiss you again.

Once you get downstairs, two items greet the pair of you: a tupperware container filled with cookies and with a note taped to it that reads, "a snack for the road, for my favorite future son-in-law"; and a note in your brother's handwriting that reads:

RULES FOR DATING:

no kissing/cuddling/gross shit in front of me

no ditching me to hang out with each other

no talking about the other one when we ARE hanging out alone

I am not above hurting either of you if you hurt the other one

Welcome to the family officially, Steve. Don't fuck it up.

"Oh my god, they're so embarrassing," you rub your face in half-tiredness and half-embarrassment.

Steve chuckles, "It's cute. And I think Mr and Mrs Steve Henderson sounds cuter."

"Shut up," you slap his shoulder playfully and he laughs harder, before pulling you close by the waist. "Although..." you muse, sliding your hands up his torso to rest on his shoulders, "these just being left here means neither of them are in the house..."

A glint appears in Steve's eye as an equally eager grin slowly spreads across his face. "Race you upstairs."

[thedocs-in]

Cecil's Family

So let's start at the beginning, I should also disclaim, that I'm absolutely bullshitting this timeline. As I see Cecil in his late 50's or early 60's so I'm using that as the basis for all of this. In my personal fic I have it that he's 58, so I'm sorta using that as my base line. But feel free to put him at whatever age you want.

And buckle up, this is rather long. I can't condense things to save my fucking life.

Oh, I do also have another young Cecil fic planned that has his dad in it. Sorta basing it off a story my grandpa told me involving his own dad when he was younger. I will also get more headcannons out about Cecil's dad, and other family members if people want them.

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Cecil was actually named after his grandfather who died in 1944 during WWII.

Now widowed, Susanna ‘Sue’ Stedman was left to look after their two kids, Cecil’s aunt Sarah, and his father Lyle.

Now, Sarah and Lyle are only a few years apart, with Sarah being the older of the two as she was born in ’35, while Lyle was born in ’37. Making them 10 and 7 at the time of their dad’s death.

A year following the death of her husband, Susanna would marry another man in 1945 by the name of Peter Briggs. And he… was not the best father/husband.

And he wasn’t a fan of raising another man’s kids

But a year after being married Susanna and Peter would have a kid together, this being Sarah and Lyle’s half-brother Ollie Briggs

Unfortunately, there were complications when Ollie was born which led to Susanna’s death. Leaving all three siblings in the care of Peter. Who was certainly not thrilled to be taking care of three kids by himself, especially if two of them weren’t his own.

Because of that, the three ended up in an orphanage. And thankfully, they were never separated, due to the help of a pastor who ran the orphanage. But as soon as Sarah turned 18 she had already been working for awhile and found a way to help her brothers and be there for them.

And as soon as Lyle was able to, he quickly got a job to help take care of his younger brother. Landing a job at a mechanic shop in the town they lived in.

(I kinda like to think that Cecil was born in Alabama, mostly cause that’s where his VA is from and I swear, if you listen carefully when Cecil talks you can hear a slight southern accent.)

Now, Lyle had built a bit of a reputation in town. While he was a good man, he certainly didn’t take bullshit from anyone and would kick someone’s ass in a heartbeat if they were doing something wrong.

Cough cough, this is where Cecil learned it from cough cough

This man had an extremely strong moral compass. If you were being a jackass, harassing anyone, being a bigot, you best hope you don’t do it in front of this man.

Because of this there were a few times he wound up in jail, with the pastor who helped him growing up or his sister having to bail him out.

Eventually when he turned 20, so in 1957, Lyle would be drafted and have to serve in the Vietnam war, getting discharged in ’65 when he was injured and lost a lung.

Ironically this man chain smoked like there was no tomorrow, while serving and after he was discharged. Resulting in Cecil picking it up sometime in his late 20’s.

A month after getting back, Lyle did go back to his job. And would meet Cecil’s mother, Bonnie Lynch.

Bonnie is a little bit of a bitch, and you’ll understand why in a moment.

Now, she was born in 1940. I don’t exactly have anything in terms of her family or her own history. I think the only thing I had was that she came from a well off family.

Those two got busy and a couple months later, surprise, she’s pregnant.

Now, Lyle is a good and honest man. And he tries to do the right thing and proposes to her.

However, she turns him down. And straight up tells him, “I’m not interested. I’ll have your kid, but as soon as they’re born. They’re all yours.”

She is the deadbeat mom.

(I have this little headcannon that Lyle kept that ring he proposed with and eventually gave it to Cecil for when he finally settles down.)

cut to cecil saying he’s married to his job

But regardless, Cecil is born sometime in late ‘65 and his mom just straight up leaves after like a month or two.

Now Lyle isn't alone in taking care of Cecil. As his sister is willing to help. Considering by this point she's married and has at least two kids with a third on the way.

Ollie on the other hand was off at college, thanks to the help of Lyle and Sarah putting money towards his education.

But Lyle is still a single father raising a child and it wasn't easy.

Bonnie would go on to be an even bigger dick, because 10 years later, she would end up having two more kids who she would actually raise. Well, "raise". She let those kids do whatever they wanted.

So somewhere out there Cecil has two half-brothers he’s met once and then never talk to again.

The one time they met with him was when their mother died, in like 2012, and he just didn’t want to get to know them. He thanked them for telling him and sent them on their way.

By this time, he was already director of the GDA, so, it’s not like he has a lot of time for family stuff anyway.

But he tries. Especially to see his aunt Sarah who is getting up there in age, and suffering from Alzheimer’s.

Though, by time we see Cecil in the show his dad has long since passed, having died from lung cancer in '96.

Cecil's family isn't overly large. And it's certainly not the happiest story. But his family is a loving one, and looks out for one another.

He does have a lot of cousins though.

[clotpolesonly]

i figured out why Declan is my go-to blorbo, and it's because he's one of those characters where i can find common emotional/experiential ground between him and practically every other significant character and that just makes him fascinating to me and so so versatile

Declan and Gansey: repression, repression, repression!! so much anxiety rolled up into a tiny little ball and stubbornly ignored because feelings are unseemly and have no place here. they will feel things when they're dead, thank you very much. responsible beyond their years, on their own/taking care of themselves long before they should have been. tending to other people or the practicalities of the moment take precedence over themselves, at all times. unfortunately, Ronan is very important to them and they will go out of their way to protect him. also the insomnia and the autism vibes.

Declan and Adam: ruthlessly practical people. hard working and ambitious but for a reason, not for its own sake (Adam to get out of the trailer park, Declan to camouflage his other activities). they would rather die than admit to weakness or vulnerability in front of another human being. Do Not Let The Emotions In Or You Will Never Stop. feeling alienated and fundamentally from their peers, and distrustful of/disillusioned by the idea of help from authority figures -- if you have a problem, solve it yourself. both very very accustomed to lying, constantly and about everything, in order to disguise their home situation and deflect attention from anything that might cause people to ask questions. complicated relationships with their mothers, at least partially rooted in negligence and not stepping in wrt the situation with their fathers. and of course, there's a difference in scale and severity, but feeling unsafe due to the aforementioned fathers.

Declan and Blue: the particular brand of resentment that comes with being the only unspecial member of a special family. being the sensible one and stubbornly proud of how well they manage to get by without any of the ✨ super specialness ✨ that everybody else has. torn between wishing and wondering what it would be like to be special too and being desperately grateful that they're not. wishing that somebody would understand how fucking lonely it is knowing that you and your loved ones will never truly understand each other. being too proud to ever admit as much out loud.

Declan and Noah: this one's more nebulous, but the idea of being not fully real, not fully a person, and definitely the idea of not being seen. of being invisible and looked through. Noah's is because he's a literal ghost, obviously, and it's through no fault of his, but Declan has gone out of his way to cultivate that experience, to make himself as overlookable and forgettable as possible, for safety and security. but it doesn't feel good. the erosion of the sense of self as time goes on, worn down by the life they're living. and a shared understanding of being the victim of extreme violence (Noah's murder and Declan's attack by the Grey Man, at least).

Declan and Henry: the children of criminals. burdened with the knowledge of a world -- two worlds tbh, the criminal and the magical -- that they can't speak about to anyone else. socially isolated and starved for emotional connection. uncomfortably comfortable with the violence that has permeated their lives and always acting under the assumption that it can and will find them again.

Declan and the Gray Man: business is as business does and it's not personal. ✨ depression ✨ and going through the motions because this is just their life and they don't have the emotional or mental capacity right now to think of how their life might be changed. making themselves as dull as possible and then not being able to find their way out of the hole they've dug themselves, at least not until someone comes along to remind them of what it feels like to feel things.

Declan and Jordan: repression of self and lack of identity. not being allowed the space to be their own person, always forced to cram themselves into a tiny box for the sake of others. bursting at the seams with dreams that they're not allowed to chase and feelings they're not allowed to express. feeling truly seen for the first time when they meet each other.

Declan and Hennessy: being preceded by the reputation of a parent they resent. living in Niall and JH's shadows, always compared to them, even when they suspect that they may actually be better than their parents at what they do. the struggle not to let that bitterness swallow them whole before they can grow into their own reputations and make names for themselves.

Declan and Farooq-Lane: young professions who have worked very hard, thank you very much, to be as competent as they are. logical thinkers with a brewing storm of emotion that they try not to let interfere with their logical thinking because they know it makes them impulsive and they don't like that loss of control. loss of control is the enemy. they are the only grown-ups in the room and they would rather die than acknowledge that they are actually scared kids in way over their heads. both with complicated feelings about dreamers and deep-seated issues related to their dreamer brothers. also they have very similar taste in women.

honestly, the only people that Declan doesn't have common ground with is his brothers, and that's what makes his relationships with them so interesting and so fraught. there's something to be explored between Declan and Ronan wrt their suicidal ideation (though they have very different flavors of it) and perhaps with them both feeling insecure compared to each other, but so much of their conflict is about just how different their experiences and perceptions and personalities are.

and Declan being unable to relate to Matthew on a personal, empathetic level is probably part of why he finds it so hard to really think of Matthew as a fully independent PERSON in his own right. though, if Declan's experiences with the bag of Niall's memories had gone a little differently, there could have been a connection over the experience of being denied full personhood by a well-meaning but ultimately overbearing and neglectful guardian. 🤔

anyway, these have been my musings on Declan and why he continues to fascinate me. he has the range, darling.

[stanleyvampire14]

Hi! To clear up some confusion because multiple people keep asking me this; “Who is the Emerson family?” Or at least a member of them TW FOR MENTIONS OF DEATH AND SEMI-VIOLENT SCENES

Let’s start with Mr. Emerson himself! John Emerson!

John is a policeman that usually either gets stationed in the neighborhood he lives in, or he goes around patrolling other neighborhoods in the town. He’s been in the police business for a while (years) and he likes doing it! He loves helping people! However he does have a side to him that can and will kill you (or at least seriously injure you) if you hurt the people he cares about, mainly his family. His immune system isn’t very great and he gets sick a lot around the flu season, which kinda sucks, but he refuses to not go to work, which kind of worries Mary (and Ryder as well). It’ll get to the point where Mary forces him to stay in bed, she will literally wrap him in a blanket to make him stay. He is very loyal (COUGH COUGH. @lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks @todds-diary @that-fruitier-emo) and we love him for that. He taught Ryder basic manners and to actually respect women, despite most fathers at the time not caring about the latter, which is why Ryder is so insistent on teaching that to the other kids (island kids and daycare kids). Ryder really looks up to him, even after the island, although he’s more subtle about it after the island because he’s more reserved in general. Overall a great guy, I’d talk to him about my problems and he’d hug me as I rambled.

Next is Mrs. Emerson, Mary Emerson!

She is a saint I swear…and pretty…Beautiful even…Anyways! She’s a daycare worker, she made her own daycare because the others in the area kinda sucked in her opinion (discrimination issues among various types of people + “what about the poor people with children :( we have to help them somehow”) she will literally give discounts near the holidays please go to her daycare. Literally the most comforting person aside from Ryder himself. She doesn’t care who you are (and she might know who you ARE before you realize, in Ryder’s case…🏳️‍🌈) she will be there for you, it doesn’t matter how hard you breakdown, she will find a way to comfort you. She says that she doesn’t have a favorite child in the daycare, but she definitely does (it’s technically Ryder but he works with her so he doesn’t count) nobody knows who it is and the kids try to play guessing games, and everytime she leaves the room to do something, the children repeatedly ask Ryder who’s the favorite and he doesn’t know either, but he says that he likes Klaus a lot (@lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks oc) and Ira (will reveal all of the daycare children soon enough, also Ira is they/them). She taught Ryder how to cook and somehow Ryder surpassed her skills in cooking, but Ryder always says she’s better, because he IS a mama’s boy and he can’t bring himself to make his mum sad ever. I just wanna hug her and melt hhgfssmhgh….Oh I love her so…💚💚💚 She’s my wife but also not- is there a way someone can be aroace and want to kiss a woman at the same time (I’m aroace and I really like physical affection it’s my favorite)

Lastly, my favorite little guy (he is 16, he is not little) Ryder Emerson!

Despite what all the kids think, he’s not actually an angel, he does typical teenager stuff (sneaking out at night, occasionally drinking because of Lust, and rotting in his room for months after the island! Y’know, totally usual behavior for teens please don’t rot in your rooms that’s bad for your mental health) and he might’ve indirectly caused a few deaths on the island, but we aren’t talking about that- He scarred Gluttony because he killed Sloth and Ryder obviously didn’t like that he bit Jack and Maurice out of self defense, and he might’ve smacked Roger on the head on the island at least twice…He got tired of them eventually. I swear he’s overall a good person, that island just really messed him up mentally and physically. In the fight between Jack and Ralph at the end, Ryder ended up getting scars from Maurice because Maurice slashed him with his spear, meaning to stab him (it was Jack’s command and Maurice was kind of a little gone). Speaking of the Merridew kid, he and Ryder are therapy partners/friends together due to their therapist thinking that exposed therapy would be a good thing for them, which it kind of was. Ryder got so much better after talking to everyone that survived on the island, even though he still feels iffy with some of them (Ralph, Roger, Maurice, Samneric all technically betrayed him in some way). His relationships with the sins (also @lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks ocs) got so much better, although Gluttony’s was…Not good for a while, they eventually forgave each other in their own way, I’d like to say it started here, which I believe would take place a couple months after they got off the island: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52156768/chapters/131921551

Thank you for listening to my rambling, if you did.

Have a gallery of them, I really do love them…💙💚🩷 (I accidentally made it a timeline of events, oops)

This post was mostly for @cve-th3mvsic , but I hope this clears some questions up! ^_^

I will be linking this on my pinned post, just in case it gets lost in the massive amounts of posts I reblog and such.



[sjlainny]

Almost Feel Nothing

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Y/n never felt like she belonged with her family or friends so when she gets tired she decides to leave it all behind including the two people who have always been there for her, Steve and Bucky.

A/n: Some characters are originally by me, mostly y/n family members. Also it’s still unsure who she will end up with, we’ll know as the story evolves.

Prologue

One single duffel bag in hand and one last look around the empty apartment, y/n made her way out leaving the key on the counter. As she took the elevator, memories threaten to stop her from leaving it all behind. But her mind was made up and she needed to do this for her own good. It was the best time knowing her best friend Steve was busy with family matters so no one should be expecting her at the party and no one would notice until she was far away.

But of course nothing was easy for her. Reaching outside she saw Bucky leaning against his car with his phone in hand. She mentally prepared herself to lie and send him on his way.

“Your phone is off, you forget to pay your bill?” He asked putting his phone away. “I know your slow but that’s why you can set up scheduled payments if it’s too much for your tiny brain to remember.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “What you want Barnes?”

“Firstly to inform you that no one wears their sweaters like that anymore.” He said pointing towards her waist where her sweater was messily wrapped around. “And second, Steve told me he couldn’t pick you up so I decided to do my charity work for the week.”

“I’ve made other plans.” She simply said avoiding eye contact. “So how about instead you do the community a favor and get a new face and attitude.”

“Funny. Come on y/n, you know I hate being the last to arrive.”

“Bye then.” Y/n turned around and began walking away.

Bucky finally took noticed of the duffel bag in hand and he hated that he knew her all too well. “Y/l/n, where are you going?” He took off after her and forcing her to stop and standing in front of her.

Y/n stood silent not knowing what to tell him. She knew she could never lie to this jerk. Always at each others throats but always together at the same time.

“Does Steve know?” He asked but she still didn’t respond. “You can’t just up and leave y/l/n. What’s going on?” He was now fully concerned and terrified that y/n would really leave all of a sudden.

“What do you care Barnes? I don’t owe you any explanation.”

“I care! We are friends and if you need help I’m here for you.” He assured her. Yes he would pick fights with her but he cared about her more than he wanted to admit.

“Friends?” She scoffed. “Last time I checked you asked Steve why he always had to bring me along to your gatherings. We were never friends Barnes, we tolerate each other cause of Steve. So please get out of my way.”

Bucky was frozen, his heart stinging from her words. He never once considered that was the way y/n saw him. Yes he was a jerk but he was always there for her. When she almost drowned he was the first to jump in and save her. When a guy wouldn’t leave her alone he never thought twice before punching the guy and getting arrested. Or the many times he left his dates just to rush to her aid. But in her eyes he was just Steve’s friend. He could never be as good as Steve.

Y/n walked away not looking back. Leaving the place that never understood her. A place she could never feel like she belonged.

~~~~

A/n: Hello, this is my first post here and I want to say sorry it’s not so good. I used to write for other fandoms before but it’s been a while since I wrote anything because life got busy. Please let me know what you think, if I should continue or not.

All mistakes are mine because I wrote this on a little break I had.

[4ng3l-0n-34rth]

Can I get a #2 and #11 on the hurt/comfort for Soldier Boy?

omg the minute i saw this i knew i had to write it so thank you for the request anon!!

You need to understand// a Solider Boy x Reader !Request!

a/n: sorry if this is ooc or my facts are a bit off but i'm gonna try my best hopefully i'll do this prompt justice since i've seen s3 of the boys 3 times over

summary: it's the 70/80's when everything was coming up soldier boy and you happened to get thrown into his nonsensical life since you were employed by vought. (i feel like the prompts will work better with a solid relationship and i couldn't figure out how to write one in the present day of the series) This story is majorly fucked so buckle up.

prompts: 2) "i wish i never met you" 11) "you're hurting me!"

warnings: domestic violence/aggression, manipulation

Being employed by vought since you graduated college appeared to most as a lifetime achievement, but in your eyes it was torture. All of the higher-up's had you wrapped around their finger, but you also worked with superheros on a daily basis. You were one of the business executives behind Payback, and were required to work closely with all of the supes.

Although your position made it appear as though you had a lot of power you couldn't make an official decision without it being greenlit by someone above you. Over time you came to accept the fact the hero business was corrupt and everyone within it was their own version of a shit show, you found solace in Soldier Boy, and he with you. The relationship was private for publicity reasons, and his on camera relationship with Crimson Countess, but you knew him beyond the superhero persona, you knew Ben.

Today you were extraordinarily stressed and overworked, excited for the day to be over, but before you had the chance to finish up for the night Stan Edgar waltzed into your office. "We are on the verge of a media disaster, and you need to get your little boyfriend in line." You looked to the man confused as to what the hell he was talking about, then he placed a folder onto your desk. Upon opening the folder you were met with photographs of Soldier Boy in full uniform getting into nasty bar fights, assaulting random fans, and committing multiple accounts of destruction of property, paired with a now scrapped news article on conspiracies within vought.

"It cost an arm and a leg to keep this away from the press, and all members associated have been dealt with, but I don't want to see any of this happening again." and with that he saw himself out. You continued to stare blankly at the content in front of you, unsure of what to think. The idea of him acting like this sent chills down your spine. You knew he was hostile, temperamental even, but you'd never seen him act out like this before. You picked up the file and headed out the door to Soldier Boys room in the building, knocking on the door and entering when you heard the okay from him inside.

"Finished up for the night?" he asked as he walked over to greet you with a kiss to your temple, but you backed away. He seemed baffled as to why you wouldn't accept his affection like you normally do, and without a word you handed him the file in your hand. "What the hell were you thinking? The bar fights didn't necessarily surprise me, but innocent fans? People wanting to greet you because they idolize you? And don't get me started on the homes you've wrecked. Homes in family neighborhoods? Do you even understand the damage your recklessness has caused? You could've hurt children damnit!" You completely blew up, you were sick and tired of everyone behaving so childishly, and for once you thought you found someone within vought who wasn't a complete sack of shit, but of course you were proven wrong.

"You can't actually blame me for all of this right? People are fragile its normal for them to want to get a closer look and throw themselves in danger, that isn't my fault." He stated. He seemed completely unphased by what was just presented before him. "They aren't just trying to get a closer look at the action, they were trying to speak to you after a mission and you shoved them away so forcefully a man was sent to the ER! You threw a car at a fucking house Ben! A man died because you weren't careful!" Tears started to form in the corners of your eyes and he tried to move closer to you, to console you. He reached a hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek and you shoved him away.

"Oh so I fuck up a few time and now you wan't nothing to do with me?" You were in awe at how casual he was about this. "No, a fuck up is when you say something bad in an interview, which believe me you do plenty of, but this? Ben this is just murder!" you turned away from him. "I mean technically it was an accident so it would be manslaughter but-" you immediately cut him off, "You can't be serious right now. Like that's any better? Its still your actions killing people!" You moved to take the file out of his hand and leave, ready to go home and reconsider just what the fuck you had gotten yourself into, but he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him.

"Ben let go of me, I'm going home I can't do this right now." you tried to pull away but there was no use trying to fight Earth's mightiest hero. "Please you just need to understand sometimes people are disposable, let me help you understand!" You could tell he really did want you to stay, see things the way he did, but the way he saw things was just morally wrong. "Please Ben I don't want to have to ask again." You were weaker than him, and nothing would ever change that. You had hoped this day would never come but hope doesn't get you anywhere these days.

His grip tightened as you struggled. "Saving the world is hard Y/N! I try my best, but sometimes humans are just collateral!" he pleaded. "I understand you think you're above humanity with your fancy powers, but you were just a man once too!" hearing that angered him more than anything. The one thing he hated talking about was his life before he was given Compound V. You winced as he tightened his grip more and more, "Ah, Ben you're hurting me!" you cried and you tried to pry him off of you with your other hand, the folder you were holding falling to the floor. He raised another hand up to reach around your throat, holding you still. "You know better than to talk about shit like that, bitch!" you reached up, tugging on his wrist to release you as it became harder and harder to breath. "I-I wish I never met you!" you gasped out as tears streamed down your face. He let go of your wrist and sent a harsh slap across your cheek. "You don't mean that... You know you don't mean that!" He shouted, close enough to your face to pierce your eardrums.

He just watched you struggle, your cheek was scraped from the impact as a trail of blood poured down your cheek, your tears finding their way into the would making it sting more. "Y-you don't mean that. Please, tell me you don't mean that!" You tried your best to speak but you couldn't. You began to feel dizzy and he could see your face lose color and your lips begin to turn blue. Seeing you, the one person he thought understood him, the only one he let himself love, in a state like this caused by his own action struck something in him. In a part of him he wished to cast away many years ago. The part of him that deep down was still human.

His grip began to loosen and he looked into your eyes pleadingly, "Please... tell me you don't mean that. Tell me you love me." The only feeling you had for him right now was fear. If you didn't comply you feared the loss of your life, so you nodded. "I do love you, Ben. I was upset I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." He smiled the same smile you remember falling for and the hand on your neck moved up to brush against your cheek. His other hand hovering gently over the fresh cut on your cheek. "I love you too Y/N," he leaned in and kissed you deeply, and you knew that there was no going back now. You just had to sit happily with him and try your best to stay blind to how truly horrible he really was.

As he pulled away he took a moment to observe your face, "I bet you're tired. Let's get you cleaned up then get some rest, yeah?" You nodded and he lead you to the bathroom, wetting a towel then wiped the blood from your cheek. This was the side of him you loved. The part of him that wanted to take care of you, please you. All he ever wanted was to be loved and appreciated and now that he's found someone to fill that void he couldn't let you slip from his grasp. He finished cleaning the wound and pressed a kiss on top of it.

"Can we get some rest now?" you asked. Although deep down you knew you should run, you didn't have it in you. In your eyes the pros just outweighed the cons. "Of course, baby." He swiftly picked you up carrying you to his bed. Spending the night in his room was something you did often, and in all honesty being able to drift off in his arms was just what you needed after a stressful day. He can often be the cause of your stress, but he's allowed himself to be the one to wash it all away as well.

After he placed you down he got into bed next to you. You were too exhausted to change out of your work clothes, and just curled up into him. Instantly soothed by the rise and fall of his chest, the pace of his beating heart. He brushed through your hair with his fingers and placed kisses to the top of your head.

"I really do love you, I know you'll understand one day."

[gamerbearmira]

HELLO I AM BACK! So sorry for being gone so long I got busy with work and my sister had a baby so I've been super busy but I am back now so... BABY MIRA PART 4!

'Casita did this?!' the feeling of betrayal was overwhelming to Mirabel as she wailed in the crook of her papis shoulder ignoring the way her abuela started to argue with Casita getting no response also ignoring when her mama started to argue with her abuela for being so loud. Casita was one of her closest family members and to hear from her own tiles that she did this HURT. Mirabel didn't understand why? Why would Casita do this to her? Did she not like her anymore? Did she ever like her? Did Casita want her to be different from how she was? What did she do to deserve this?!

"Oh Miraboo its ok Papi's here everything is going to be ok Casita... Casita is bringing food and then you'll be full and then we can go back to sleep you must be so tired Mi pequeña mariposa." Her father says all this in a hushed voice and he starts bouncing and swaying slightly trying to soothe her. The combo makes her stop crying as hard but she was still whimpering 'No, No sleep I need answers! I need-'

"CASITA YOU ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DID THIS!" it seems her abuela has lost all patients as her anger yell cuts through her internal ranting before it really started. The loud noise makes her flinch and she starts to cry softly she feels her papi start rubbing her back as well as the bounce/sway movement he has going comforts her in a way she can't really understand but she stops crying and stops whimpering "Mama I know you're angry but lower your voice you're scaring Mirabel!" Her Mama hisses at her abuela clearly near the end of her own patience.

before her abuela can respond the sound of rushing tiles pushing something can be heard and at the still open door is a serving tray with a bottle of milk it's pushed forward and Casita claps her tiles together saying 'there we are! food for mi pequeña mariposa especial!' Casita pushes the serving tray towards her mama who is right next to abuela near the door as she got closer to her when she started to argue with her about her volume. Mirabel isn't paying attention to that though. She is paying attention to what Casita just said, what Casita just called her, her special little butterfly.... Casita has never given nicknames before.... So Casita does like her? She isn't disappointed and doesn't wants her to change who she is? Then why do this? Why make her restart her life all over again!

Before she could think about it any longer she feels herself being passed from her Papi shoulder to her Mama cradled arms with a rusty ease that showed that though it has been years they never truly forgot how to take care of their baby. Before she can really register the change in position and start crying (why she doesn't know but she's been doing a lot of things for reasons that are unknown to her sooo...) she finds the bottle in her mouth in a rush and a small bit of warm milk in her mouth she finds herself sucking it down on instinct just now realizing how hungry she was. She finishes the bottle quickly almost too quickly causing her to spit up on her mama a little bit as she almost choked herself "oh Mira I'm so sorry you must have been so hungry." Her Mama sounds a little upset but it's not like she knew her youngest would turn into a baby and need to be fed every few hours.

"What do you mean you did it Casita?" She hears her abuela ask Casita in a forceful and angry tone. Casita wastes no time to respond this time

'I mean I used some of the power given to me to undo the mistakes of that." She gestures to the candle with a wooden plank from the door 'Idiot who thinks it's a good idea to hide important information from people. Like the fact that Mirabel apparently does have a gift! Which it still won't tell me what it is!' there's a small angry rumble from the tiles in front of the door they stop after a moment and perk up a bit 'But I have made it agree to a redo! Yes a redo is exactly what we need!' the tiles clap happily together like Casita has just revealed something wonderful. There's a moment of still silence as the ones who can understand what was said soak in what was just relayed to them. Her abuela looks from the tiles to the candle shock on her face opening and closing her mouth unable to say a word.

'I have a gift......' the thought brought Mirabel a tingling feeling all over like butterflies kissing her skin, like ants crawling all over and biting her, like ice and fire coming together to create a burning cold that hurt and soothed all at once 'I have a gift.... Or had? What is my gift! Does it not count now that I'm a baby? Do I have the gift now?' the thoughts were confusing and it all was hard to wrap her head around. This whole situation is confusing and overwhelming and hard to wrap her head around honestly. Her mama starts rocking her slightly, anxious by her own mama's behavior she hears her mama start to ask her abuela what was said but with her belly full and the night's activities the act of rocking quickly starts to lull Mirabel to sleep. Right as she closes her eyes she looks over to the candle and sees in the smoke two little words. Two little words that she's waited 10 years for from that candle.

'I'm sorry.'

OMG HIIIIIIII I MISSED YOU <333

Really I did. Hope you’re doing well and taking a rest from work AND CONGRATS ON THE NEW BABAY⁉️⁉️⁉️

Ok so i read it. SO COOL OMG <3 Ngl I can kinda understand why Alma is yelling, I mean it’s a pretty stressful situation and no one’s clued in BUT then again, you can’t go around screaming. With a baby present, in the middle of the night no less. Aside from that, shout to Julieta and Agustín. They’ve managed to (somewhat) keep it together. Personally, I’d break down crying in confusion 💀

Also Mirabel was so lost. Handling emotions she couldn’t even control. And then they shoved a bottle in her mouth, but you know, she was full and it made her quiet down so whatever. She was probably relieved when Casita didn’t randomly start hating her. And then. The candle. Mf in a redemption arc (as far as I can tell) and I’m all for it.

CAN’T WAIT TO SEE MORE (if you have more <3) RAHHHHHH‼️‼️‼️

Mirabel to Casita:

[marinerainbow]

The FNAF fan song 'Creepin' Towards the Door' gave me this idea.

Five Nights at Roger Rabbit's Toontown AU

(Please note; I know NOTHING about Fnaf, nor do I plan to go into the series. All I know is that it's got neat character design, something spooky happening, and they're all animatronics. So I apologize if I get lore wrong)

Summary

Set in the 80's, a huge, cartoon themed restaurant was opened, under the name Roger Rabbit's Toontown. By the towns mysterious judge, Mr. Doom no less. Nobody could fathom why a normal man of law would establish such a business, let alone a man like Doom who's attire alone looked like he was ready for a funeral any minute. Especially a funeral he was the cause of.

Nevertheless, Mr. Doom's new gig quickly became quite popular among children and families. From the colorful visuals, the cute and witty cast of oddly advanced animatronic characters. It even brought in more tourists for the town! Which of course, made Doom an even bigger presence in the community than before.

However, no one ever stopped to wonder; how are these robots so advanced for the time? Why did the cruel judge even think about going into the family friendly business? And how do the toony characters seem so... Life like?

No one cared to question it. Neither did Eddie Valient, the new and desperate security guard hired for the night watch. But he's going to see exactly what these animatronics get up to when the curtain draws close...

The Restaurant

Judge Doom is an old soul. Which is a nice way of saying that he's a stuffy, old-fashioned man. And the decor of the place shows his taste. Despite the more toony and child friendly theme, it is definitely a homage to the early 1900s. It even makes history fun! Children can find plenty of interactive attractions around the place that will tell them interesting facts, such as how the first animated cartoon was made in 1908.

The size of the place is also clearly meant to make sure that the 'town' part of the establishments title was not to be taken lightly. Large enough to be considered a mansion, with one huge stage in the center and circled by the countless tables (think Dolly Parton's restaurant Stampede, as seen below), not to mention all of the secret passage ways and vents that allow the cast and staff to either navigate the restaurant without disturbing the show, or quickly make their way to the audience to interact with them and make them a part of the stageplay! Which, each play is on par with your favorite Saturday morning cartoons; wacky, zany, and just a hint of adult humor for the parents.

Eddie and whoever else might be on night watch with him will have quite the hassle keeping track of all the animatronics, when they know the place inside and out...

The Cast

The Humans

Judge Doom: The owner of this fine establishment. A mysterious man with a dark aura. Rumors say that going into the family entertainment business is him trying to turn over a new leaf... Though others believe that the family fun is an attempt to hide something far more sinister...

Eddie Valient: a down on his luck man who just needs something after the untimely and mysterious death of his brother. He can't keep asking his girlfriend for help, he knows she has her own bills to pay- not to mention he already owes her so much. He needs this job, even if those animatronics are freaky...

The Good Guys

Roger Rabbit: The main protagonist and mascot of the restaurant. This cute little rabbit just adores his beautiful wife, loves all of his friends, and offers a helping hand to those in need! Even if those mischievous weasels are out and about... Though sometimes, even heros need someone to save them...

Jessica Rabbit: The wife and secondary protagonist of the restaurant. Although her design is meant to appeal to the more mature members of the audience, she is always right beside her honey bunny and ready to step in when the weasels go too far...

Baby Herman: Oddly, the only humanoid animatronic in the whole establishment- next to Jessica that is. His role on stage is a sort of 'oblivious side plot'; Roger is almost always, for some reason, taking care of the baby and has to keep him out of trouble. Though when everyone goes home, this baby proves just how much of a loud mouthed brat he can be... It's odd how a child character would have such a crass soul deep down, no?

Benny the Cab: Taking the role of Roger's side kick and vehicle, this cab is part of the reason why the restaurant is so huge; to make room for such a huge animatronic, especially one made for chase scenes! Despite being a car, he almost seems a bit human... Though the same could be said for all the other animatronics too.

The Bad Guys

Smartassguy Weasel: The big bad of the whole cast. As the leader of the giggling pack of weasels, he's the one behind most of the nefarious plots against Roger Rabbit's Toontown. Mean, egotistical, and a cutthroat attitude to boot. You don't want to get on his bad side, as Eddie will find out soon enough...

Greasy Weasel: Smarty's perverted right-hand man. With an oily personality, a swift hand, and eyes on Mrs. Rabbit herself, it's a wonder Doom allowed this character to be made for a children's establishment... They should see what he's like when the lights go out.

Wheezy Weasel: This weasel is believed to be the Judges way of teaching children to say no to cigarettes. Quiet, intimidating, and with his glowing red hued eyes, it's odd how Wheezy wasn't chosen as the main villain for the cast...

Psycho Weasel: This animatronic has seemed to take it upon himself to bring a whole new meaning to 'interactive storytelling' in the grimmest sense. Psycho will often pop up out of nowhere and scare unsuspecting patrons, and the few times he speaks is always something... Sinister... Why Doom would think a character this morbid would be fit for family-friendly entertainment is anybodies guess.

Stupid Weasel: The only villain animatronic who seems to fit in the toony theme of the establishment the best. A big dumb brute, who just follows orders. His childish antics shine a more light-hearted light on the rest of his gang, but also make him stick out like a sore thumb... It's almost like he's not where he's supposed to be...

Will the nightguard be able to survive all five nights in Toontown? What do you think?