#coffee drew somethin'

[coffeecryptidz]

Look at her.

[luvingspence]

domestic stuff with spencer?

i wanna be his stay at home gf :(((

:(( make myself all pretty for him and send him off to work with lunch :((

i hate the idea of being a stay at home gf but for my favourite fictional bf? anything <3

same!!! being a stay at home wife is a legit fear of mine bc i don’t trust men but for spencer? my baby could never do anything wrong so i’d do anything for him <3 ty for the request lovey!

i wrote two different scenarios for this <3

warnings: nothing, just not proofread!!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It was a lazy day, Spencer was on sabbatical and for once, they were both free and both in the mood to do nothing for a entire Sunday.

Y/n had allowed him to sleep in, she knew Spencer enjoyed a routine, but his routine, with how early he rose and how little he slept, sometimes killed him. He needed rest.

So there she stood in their shared kitchen, cleaning the counter tops and stacking all their mismatched, thrifted dishes. Knowing her boyfriend was still a child at heart she made crepes, full of strawberries and Nutella, drizzled in an amount of honey that would surely sate Spencer’s sweet tooth.

Once finished with the dishes she quietly stepped to the counter, giddily putting Spencer’s breakfast and a glass of orange juice on a bed-tray, excited to treat her love to breakfast in bed.

“G’morning”, she gasped, turning around and seeing her boyfriend padding towards her in the kitchen with sock-clad feet, rubbing the sleep from his tired eyes. “What’s this?”

“It was meant to be a surprise,” she whined, setting the tray on the kitchen table.”

Spencer hummed, stepping closer to her and placing his hands in her hips. “A surprise,” he mused, “for what?”.

Trying to get impossibly closer to him, she smoothed warm, flat palms over his chest and gazed up at him, “you just work so hard, Spence,” she rested her head on his chest, “wanted to do somethin’ nice for you.” she mumbled.

“And you were supposed to sleep in so I could give you your breakfast in bed.” Y/n pouted, Spencer huffed lightly and smiled gently.

“That’s so cute,” he teased, engulfing his girlfriend in a loving hug and rocked her lightly, side to side, “I’m sorry I ruined your surprise, angel.”

“S’okay,” she leaned up and kissed his nose, “just make sure you sleep in next time I turn your alarm off.”

“Duly noted.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Make sure you eat well and take a break, Spence!

Love you, honey!

p.s drink water, less coffee <3

She drew a sweet, endearing little heart at the end of the note and folded it as neatly as she could manage before placing it on top of the tub of leftover pasta she had kept for Spencer’s lunch. Y/n grinned and packed everything into her boyfriends satchel for him.

“Angel, where’s my satchel?”

She fastened the the buckle and skipped to where he was standing in the threshold of the kitchen, “Here, baby, just packed some lunch for you.” She chirped, handing Spencer his work bag and pressed a ginger kiss to his cheek.

Spencer sighed and swiped a thumb gently over her cheekbone, “Thank you, angel.” He grabbed the back of her head softly and brought her forward to plant a kiss on her forehead, “that’s very sweet of you.”

“Well you always forget so someone has to make sure you eat!”

He feigned a gasp of offence, “I do eat! Quite often actually.”

Y/n pouted sarcastically, “Spence, coffee with too much sugar and police station doughnuts don’t count.” She patted his cheek teasingly.

“Now,” pressing his shoulders and pushing him towards the door of their apartment, “off you go, go fight bad guys, do paperwork or whatever it is you guys are gonna get up to today.”

“It’s a paperwork day, I’ll be home for dinner.” He beamed, clearly pleased at being able to return to his girlfriend at a normal time rather than seeing her days after he left for work. Of course he loved his job and the BAU, that place and his co-workers were a second home, but he loved his angel more.

She giggled lightly, “Good, maybe we can go out tonight instead.” She noticed her boyfriend’s perpetually crooked tie and began to fix it for him, “we haven’t done that in a while?”

“A date night sounds nice, angel.”

She nodded, already flicking through potential dresses in her head.

“Now seriously, work!”

“Do you want me to leave or something?”

“No,” she said, “I just don’t want Hotch to fire you.”

“He would never.” Spencer grinned.

“Yeah, well let’s not test him.”

[mail-me-a-snail]

oc interview: ✨✨vance✨✨

thank you to @swearingcactus AND @glitchinginthegarden AND!! @v-eats-bugs for tagging me !! finally got to sit down and answer this :3

let's hit it !

🧡 Name?

"Just call me V."

his first chosen name was penn, but he started going by vance after his medical transition. he doesn't give it out freely bc that was the name arasaka knew him by; he doesn't mention his surname, either, bc it's a pretty prominent one with much of its members still working for the megacorp in question.

🧡 Nickname?

"...Well, last I checked, 's still V."

apart from "mano" from jackie, vance doesn't have much in terms of nicknames. his old netrunning handle was N3tH0und (net hound); it's a retired username that's been largely scrubbed from the net, but sometimes he signs his major hacks with it just to fuck with people. it's a ghost's name, and it's fun to haunt the net only when he knows for certain that it can't be traced back to him.

🧡 Gender?

"Guy! Never been asked that outright before."

🧡 Star sign?

"'s not my scene--can't say I know much about it--but Misty's got me down as a Cancer, whatever that means. Says that's probably why I'm, er, so 'intuitive', as she called it. You ask me, that's just the merc work--bein' able to read a room, that is."

i first drew vance on july 7, 2023, so i consider that his birthday. like vance, i have no idea how being a cancer applies to him, but google says cancers are loyal, domestically inclined, and committed to their loved ones, so that sounds about right!

🧡 Height?

"Six flat. Johnny's pretty sure I'm taller than 'im...but he's slouchin' all the time, so don't think he's got a say in it."

🧡 Orientation?

"Usually go for other guys. But I guess the definition of that is pretty loose these days, 'specially in NC, huh. The hell does it matter to me if you've got certain...parts. If you're a guy, you're a guy, and if you're down, I'm down, y'know?"

vance is a gay man with a preference for masculine-identifying individuals. like he said, if you identify as a "guy" in any form, then that's good enough for him. he's not one to talk about having "appropriate" parts, and he thinks it's dumb that they're gendered in the first place. he's not usually looking for anything serious and he's more than okay with just being an input and having one as well.

🧡 Nationality/ethnicity?

"Nay's Indian. Tay's Filipino. Ya ask anyone, I look more like my mom."

nanay and tatay are the filipino words for mother and father, respectively. vance has a very limited grasp of either language but he at least knows that much from his dad's mother tongue.

🧡 Favorite fruit?

"Oh, man, 's been a while--this one time when I was growin' up, think I was ten or eleven, 'Saka sent Dad a basket of 'ganic fruit. For his 50 years o' service, I think it was. Anyway, had my first apple then. What I wouldn't fuckin' give for one right now."

he likes fuji apples the best :3

🧡 Favorite season?

"Gotta be winter. I got to go a lot of places back in '65--Europe, mostly--an' most of them were snowy. Loved seein' my breath fog up. You don't get that here. You get hot rains and the pavement steamin'--guess it's pretty, in its way, with all the city's neon shinin' through the rain.

"But it ain't a real winter without snow."

🧡 Favorite flower?

"If ya hike it out to the Badlands in the summer, you'll find these little white flowers blooming on the cacti; Net says they're called Saguaro blooms. I like their...tenacity, I 'spose."

"But if I had to give ya a traditional answer...blue hydrangeas. Maya--she used to grow 'em in her apartment, still don't know how she did it--she gave me some blooms for my birthday back in '70. A welcome home kinda thing. Don't got her green thumb, so they died a week later...but they were real pretty. Somethin' to look forward to comin' home to."

🧡 Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?

"Coffee--can't say it works for me, though."

he likes all three and refuses to drink his coffee black. he will put so much milk and creamer in that cup that it might as well be a dessert. johnny is disgusted (affectionate).

🧡 Average hours of sleep?

"...Hours, plural?"

vance is a champ at power naps and between the relic and an insomnia left over from his arasaka days, he doesn't get to bed much. if you do somehow get him into bed by morning, however, be prepared to not see him until near-evening the next day.

🧡 Dog or cat person?

note: those 10,000 photos are just the ones he has on his phone; do not look at the cloud where his kiroshi photos are stored.

🧡 Dream trip?

"...Was actually, erm, thinkin' of--well, when we get all this shit sorted out--I was thinkin'...might bring Johnny somewhere colder. Somewhere with snow. Said he hasn't seen snow before, so, I-unno, thought he might like it out there."

please take this time to imagine johnny in his android body nuzzled up to vance in the snow, red-faced and, for the first time in a long time, in awe. they're going to have hot chocolate later in some cabin vance rented out for the season--but right now, they're watching their shared breath cloud together in the air, simpatico even in this.

🧡 Favorite fictional character?

"Oh, oh--there's this real old holovid I used to loop when I was fifteen. 's fucked how they got most of it right. Anyhow, Rick Deckard. I used to think he was so damn cool."

deckard, with his big-collared jacket and general gruffness, was definitely one of vance's transition goals. that, and he watched br2049 right after--with how deckard was treating K, vance started projecting Really Fucking Heavily on K. like wow! you're a total killing machine with a father who just might love you. that's crazay man. could not be me

🧡 Number of blankets you sleep with?

"Run pretty warm as it is already, so just the one. Like the...texture of it, as it were. The weight o' it."

get this man a weighted blanket please god. i think it would fix him. alternatively, just lay on top of him and he'll be happy.

🧡 Random fact?

"I used to klep a lotta shit when I was a kid. Wires, chips, motherboards--mostly tech, really, from the vendin' machines and bus stops 'round the city. Sold 'em for a pretty eddie down in Heywood; got no buyers in the Hill, not when we could all afford the tech those Heywood kids were tryin' to kitbash together in the first place. Don't really know why I did it.

"To strike out, maybe? Maybe I liked the challenge. There's somethin' about makin' a machine give its own parts to you; get a vending machine to dispense its motherboard, a bus stop sign its LED, and ya feel like ya can make anythin' bend to your will."

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thank you again for the tags!! this was a lot of fun to do :3

tagging @netripper , @knuckle-cluster, @matapang-coffee, and

@nakitengoku AND whoever else would like to do this! no pressure to do so ofc!!

if u ever dont want to be tagged in these kinds of posts, just lmk!

[bloodredx]

Day 14: Mask

Bones looked up from his book, nose twitching with annoyance at the constant mumbling of the young vampire across the room from him. Icarus hadn’t been speaking per se, but his odd noises had only grown louder over the last couple of minutes. Bones adjusted his glasses lazily, rolling his eyes slightly as he did. “Are you done, kiddo? Not that I’m doin’ anything too important, but I’d like some peace to read.”

Jumping at the sudden words, Icarus slowly looked over his shoulder, some notion of apology lingering in his eyes. “Stressed out. Sorry.”

“No need to be so stark, ain’t bothered too much. Just gotta make sure you ain’t chewin’ your lips off or nothin’.”

He grimaced slightly, rolling his lip low in a failed attempt to cover fangs too long for his mouth. “It’s really that bad?”

“Mmm. Certainly ain’t pretty.” Bones agreed. “What are you even workin’ on?

There was a soft clatter of some hollow material as Icarus’s hands shook lightly, fumbling to grab at, well something, from the surface of the coffee table. “Uh, well…”

“Is that a mask?” Bones leaned forward as he closed his book and set it aside. “Not a bad plan. Though, somethin’ tells me it ain’t gonna pan out well for you.”

“What, is it that bad?”

The mask itself seemed fine, perhaps a bit sloppy if anything. It seemed Icarus lacked some level of finesse when it came to craftsmanship, but not offensively so. Something more akin to a raw cut of wood, it merely needed a bit of sanding to make it perfect. However, this was not made of wood, instead being composed entirely of cloth, mimicking the medical masks that the hospital’s surgeons and nurses wore for their more sensitive patients. Theirs, however, didn’t include intricate markings. Markings Bones had seen before, and again made his nose twitch.

“It ain’t that it’s bad, no. But I think you really need to think about who’s gonna see that.”

“Well the goal is obviously to cover my fangs, I can’t let anyone see those.”

“Sure.” He nodded lightly. “Makes sense.”

Icarus continued, missing Bones’s point. “So something like this should do the trick. Plus it’ll blend into the hospital environment, I don’t think anyone would think twice about it.”

“Mmm, yeah, that’s true. But…” Bones drew out his tone, trying to think of some way to let him down gently. “I just don’t think the Lady will let you get away with that.”

He saw the young man’s eyes grow wide, clearly that was a factor he had neglected. “Why?”

Bones raised a brow. “You really asking me to explain her mind?”

“Well, no, but-“

“I get it, I really do.” Bones stood slowly, crossing his arms. “But, she’s stern and set in her ways. And I don’t think she’s gonna let your training slide, despite your creativity to get around it. Plus…” He considered his words carefully, knowing not all of the stories in his head were his to tell. “Serena doesn’t hold much appreciation for those who hide their face. But I’ll leave it at that.” He clapped a hand on Icarus’s shoulder. “You’ll get there, keep trying.”

Icarus grimaced despite himself. So much work for potentially nothing. “Thanks for the warning.” He mumbled bluntly before making his way out of the room, hand balled into a fist around his mask.

(OC-tober prompts by @oc-tober2023 can be found here.)

[nimbasa-librarian]

Irene's Hesitance? (A series of Scenes)

“Has Irene really not evolved in five years?” 

Anya let out a huff “I answered this question three times already!” 

“Sorry I jus’ I find it hard t’believe!” Piers argued, putting down his textbook. 

“Well jus’ cause i’s hard t’believe don’ mean i’s not!” 

Piers frowned at his friend’s defensiveness. It wasn’t like her.

Anya shoved her head back into her book, but Piers wasn’t about to let that linger. 

“Nuh uh, take y’r nose outta the book!” 

“No!” 

Piers, unimpressed, yanked the book right out of her hands “Talk, Anya. Tell me what’s goin’ on with Irene. I’ve been askin’ f’r days!” 

Despite her intense glare, he knew she’d acquiesce if he glared right back for long enough. 

He counted 25 seconds

“... I don’t know why exactly…” Anya started “Bu- I think she wants a real challenge” 

Piers furrowed his brow, but returned the book “Real challenge?” 

Anya nodded “At least, tha’s what I’ve surmised. She’s not strong enough t’fight Frankie, bu’ she’s too powerful f’r most wild pokemon” 

“Huh, have ya thought of challengin’ someone?” 

“Too nervous,” She admitted. 

Ah. 

“.. How about battlin’ me?” 

The teenager blinked “Wha?” 

“Battle me! Ollie could use a lesson in control!” 

“I… are you sure? You’ve got a lot more experience than me” 

Piers suddenly stood up from the picnic table they’d been sitting at “That should make me an’ Ollie an even better choice!!!”

“.. Why?” 

“More experience!!” 

“.... rewind and stop speakin Spikemuth f’r a minute” 

That was what she said when he didn’t connect his thought train correctly - it happened sometimes. 

“Oh, I mean we know your pokemon, which means we won’t hurt ‘em too bad, and battling a pokemon with more experience means that Irene’ll get more experience in less time!” 

Anya contemplated the logic there. 

“Hm.. It could work “

“Of course it could work!!” Piers argued “I’m smart you know!” 

“Sometimes” 

Piers scowled 

“Well, whadaya think? Need a lil’ time to think it over?” 

Anya tilted her head, eyes closed for a moment “... I”ll get back t’ye, okay?” 

“That’s all I ask” 

“Now get back t’yr homework!” 

Anya looked back down at her book, missing Piers scowl yet again. 

Drew didn’t, and stuck his tongue out at the teenager with a shocking playfulness

“Oh don’t you go mockin’ me you-!!!” 

-

Well, at least Irene was having fun. 

Anya… wasn’t

Anya - while not hating battles - didn’t like battling every day. It could be an emotionally exhausting experience for her, and Piers was aware, but she was doing this for Irene

She could push herself a little for the Hattrem. 

But after getting defeated again, Piers put his hand up. 

“Tha’s enough, Anya. Y’good?” 

Anya returned Irene to her pokeball, and gave him a nod. 

“... Worded out?” 

Anya nodded again. 

Piers sighed “Anya, come on, le’s get some coffee ‘r somethin” 

Anya’s brow furrowed at the sigh, and signed 

[Wrong?] 

“No, I jus- Nothin’s wrong. I just need some caffeine.” 

He could tell she didn’t believe him, but followed behind with Drew in tow, and the two finally got some coffee in their systems - being teenagers, they probably shouldn’t have been drinking so much of it, but they loved a good cup of galarian coffee. Sue them. 

“... Anya” 

She looked back at him 

“I know I can be pushy but like… you can tell me ‘no’” 

Anya tilted her head. 

“You look real worn out, Anya” 

Anya contemplated, then sighed, slowly

[For Irene. It is fine] 

“You really think that?” 

Piers waited for Anya’s curious expression before he continued. 

“You’ve gone mute, Anya. You’ve never okay when you get like tha’. Not like this”

The girl looked a bit annoyed at him, signing back at him, the “words” feeling rather clipped. 

[For Irene. It is fine. I know my limit] She pressed. 

Piers huffed “.. Fine. But tell me if it gets too much, hm?” 

[I will] 

He took another sip of his Galarian coffee, and the two fell into silence at their table. 

-

“Trem-trem!” 

“Hm?” 

The Hattrem was pouting rather intensely at her trainer. 

“Wha’s wrong, Irene?” Anya furrowed her brow, looking up from her homework. 

“Treeh! Trem!” 

She looked pretty upset. Anya put her pencil down “Wha is it?” 

Drew floated over from his little bed, questioning “Yah mah?” 

Anya watched with some confusion as Drew and Irene went back and forth, and Drew seemed surprisingly understanding of the younger pokemon, before turning his attention back to Anya. 

“Mas-mask!” 

“What?” 

Drew made a familiar motion, telling her to get up

Anya followed his instruction, and Irene pulled on her sweatshirt towards the couch - no one was home that particular evening. 

 “What - No, I have homework!” 

“Trem!!” 

“I can’ rest now! I’ve got a big test tomorrah!” 

“Trem! Trrrrrrem!” Irene argued 

“Yahmah!” Drew nudged the pillows over on the couch, encouraging. 

Anya sighed in defeat “Alrightie… but only f’r an hour! This test is important!” 

Irene seemed happy with the response, trilling and bouncing up onto the couch “Trem! Trem!” 

“Mah- Mask!” 

“Fine- Fine!” 

Anya sat herself down on the couch with a huff, and Drew dropped the remote on her lap.

“Hm… i’s time f’r Professor? Alrightie then” 

Drew looked quite happy with her “decision”, with Irene happy to sit on the couch with her trainer. 

It took a few moments, before Anya said out loud. 

“... Maybe Piers was right” 

“Trrem?” 

“.. Think we might ‘ave t’ take a break from all the battlin, Irene, that okay?” 

The Hattrem just gave her trainer a nod, before looking at her arm, then back to her “Trrrem?” 

“Heh, sure, Irene. Thank ya f’r askin’” 

Irene Trilled quietly, resting her little head on Anya’s arm. Drew had grabbed his little “pokepet” bed and placed it on Anya’s other side, resting in it. 

The teenager quickly chuckled, leaning back against the couch - this one had to be her favorite couch in any apartment they’d ever lived in. Right fabric, right amount of cushion, she was going to miss it when they eventually moved. 

She’d text Piers later and get that “I told you so” in writing. 

For now, she was going to go quiet, and finish watching the new episode of the “Professor” 

-

“Oh. shit” 

“What? What happened?” 

Piers rolled over on his bed, seeing Anya letting out a huff at the pokeball in her hands 

“I jus’ got the docs from the pokemon center” Anya looked back at her tablet. “Says Irene’s ready t’evolve, but she’s…” 

“Doesn’t wanna?” 

Anya huffed “... Looks like” 

Piers let out a huff on his friends behalf “Got any idea as t’why?” 

Anya leaned back against the bedpost, having sat herself on the floor of Piers bedroom to study for their final round of tests for school. And yet she couldn’t focus because of this… “issue” with Irene. 

Battling with Piers had helped a lot, and Irene was clearly excited, but they’d hit a wall - that’s why Anya had taken her to the pokemon center. 

“I think i need to do more research on ‘er an’ ‘er evolutions. Maybe ahm missin’ somethin’” 

“I don’t think you are, but it might help” Piers shrugged “By the way, I think it’s roundabout time for a break” 

“Wha makes ya say tha?” 

The crashing noise bordered on comical 

“Marnie’s up from ‘er nap” Piers got himself up, stretching as he walked right out the door. 

Anya just huffed, getting up to follow. 

-

“Whadaya think, Drew?” 

The yamask made a thoughtful expression “Yah….” 

“Aye, Ah think so too” Anya nodded “but she’s stubborn. I don’t know how t’bring it up wit’er” 

Anya leaned back against her bed, reaching for her three-layers of comforters 

“Yah?” 

“Tomorrow, we’ll think’ bout it tomorrow, hm?” 

The yamask rolled its eyes, but gave the girl a nod, and watched her fall asleep as quickly as always - what a gift. 

He was going to have to make sure she kept up that little promise to herself.

[queenofcats17]

The Ink Demonth 24

Today is exaggeration

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Wally was a man very prone to exaggeration. Everyone who knew him was well aware of this and had long since stopped commenting on his over-the-top statements. Everyone knew the kind of person he was and was prepared for whatever he might say or do.

Well, except for Tom.

Tom and Wally naturally had very opposite personalities. Wally was naturally loud, over the top, and tended to exaggerate situations a lot. Tom was soft-spoken, subdued, and very precise and factual. Because of this, Wally tended to often rub Tom the wrong way.

“You should’ve seen the size of the ink leak near Shawn’s area earlier,” Wally said as he, Lacie, Norman, and Tom sat around a table in the breakroom. “When that pipe burst I almost thought we found a geyser!”

“It couldn’t have been that big.” Tom frowned over his coffee.

“It was! It was huge!” Wally insisted, gesturing wildly. “I thought I was gonna get swept away!”

“That’s impossible,” Tom insisted right back, beginning to get a bit heated.

“Just let it go, Connor.” Lacie put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not worth wasting your energy on.”

“It’s just...” Tom trailed off, letting out a groan and shaking his head. He knew she was right. It wasn’t worth getting upset over.

“Did I say somethin’ wrong?” Wally frowned slightly, looking from Lacie to Tom.

“Connor’s just too literal sometimes,” Norman assured him, patting him on the back. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Why does it bother you so much?” Wally turned his attention back to Tom. “You got a problem with me?” He tensed ever so slightly, looking ready for a fight.

“No, no. It’s not you. I’m just stressed.” Tom waved a hand dismissively. “That “geyser’s” the fifth pipe that’s burst this week, and it’s only Tuesday.”

“Now that’s gotta be an exaggeration,” Norman said.

“Wish it was.” Wally winced. “I’ve had to clean up all of ‘em.”

Lacie let out a low whistle. “Drew cheap out on pipe materials too?”

“It’s more that there aren’t enough people to help me maintain all the pipes,” Tom clarified. “And construction was rushed, thanks to Drew.”

“It’s just me, Tommy, and a couple of his assistants keeping it all running,” Wally added.

“Please don’t call me Tommy.”

“Sorry.”

“Sounds like you two have a lot on your plate, huh?” Norman took a thoughtful sip of his coffee.

“You have no idea,” Wally and Tom said together.

“Ha! Jinx!” Wally lit up and pointed at Tom. “You owe me a coke!”

Tom just sighed and got out his wallet, withdrawing a nickle to slide over to Wally.

Meanwhile, Norman filed the information he’d learned away for later. There was always a kernel of truth in Wally’s exaggeration, he’d found. You just had to know where to look for it.

[mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake]

Could you do mercs x reader who is homesick and just generally missing their home and family? Thanks have a good day!!!:))

OHHH! Interesting. Honestly kinda can relate. Sometimes you just miss those that you care deeply about. Anyway, enjoy~!

Scout

He saw you feeling down!! *GASP* He literally ran to you as soon as he saw the sad expression on your face. Are you okay babe? You then explained how you felt. Oh...Come over here, babe. Scout then comforted and cuddled with you. Its okay babe...do you want to talk about your home and family? *nods* Ok *adjust cuddle position so that his back doesnt hurt* I am all ears. You two then talked about your funny family memories. You felt better now :)

Soldier

He saw you train with a sad expression. Nope. He dragged you out. What`s wrong cupcake? *after explaining* HHMMM SO YOU MISS HOME? HMM OH! He then picked you up and ran to his room!? He then plopped you on his bed. STAY. He then ran out after a few moments he brought your comfort food/snacks. YOU CAME FROM *Insert the home name* RIGHT? yeah? CAN YOU TALK ABOUT IT? That whole day you talked about your favorite things about home. He listened very well, and he would ask questions too. It was a good day.

Pyro

Pyro saw a tiny bit of sadness in your beautiful eyes!!! !? Pyro made you take a break from work. Pyro then brought you to their room where there are all the comfort objects, etc. They then hugged you and patted your head. You then talked about your family and home. Pyro just silently listened and nodded. You both did a fun little activity! You drew your favorite things about home and pyro drew about pyroland and then you show to each other after a certain amount of minutes! It was fun, you drew your favorite thing, your family, the house, everything! After 45 min of fun drawing, it was time to show! You both showed it to each other and explained what it was. Well, that was fun :))

Engi

Engi started to feel something off about you...such as how you came to his workplace less and less each day. And found you in your room looking blankly at the wall. Engi was worried. Did somethin to my sweetheart? He visited your room and asked what had happened. You slowly explained how you felt. Engi quietly listened while patting your back. Oh, I am sorry you feel this way sweetheart, do you wanna go to my workplace and talk about our home country? *nods* Ok, let's go. *hold hand softly while walking to workplace* Engi cheered you instantly. Engi shared terrific stories about his engineering training, the funny machine fails, discoveries, and more! No way that machine screw landed in your coffee mug perfectly!!!! Hehe, I know! It must have been my lucky weird day! *After talking some more* Thanks for cheering me up engi! Of course sweetheart! But remember that you can talk to me anytime, I will always be there for you!

Heavy

He kinda knew how you felt. when you told him about it. He really understood. He too also missed his family, his home, their smile... He then started talk about his family, and how their cooking was always so comforting. You also talked about your family`s signature dish that you loved. It was nice connecting and listening to each other talk about the home that they dearly love. He then decided to make your home dish. Since he listen properly he got the idea of what it was, and he even bought a cookbook/recipe for it. Then the next day when you woke up you saw heavy making it early in the morning. You then joined him and made a nice dish. All those memories just flooded your heart...I love them so much...

Demoman

He saw you looked sad. He immediately stopped whatever he was doing (probably drinking.) You look like you are feeling down love. Is everything all right? After explaining he understood quite well. He also missed the days at home. So, he cheered you up! he shared his story and you shared yours and cracked jokes. You both decided to write a letter home! :) You both carefully wrote your letter and you both went to the post office holding hands. Do you think they will be happy receiving the letter? OF COURSE, they will! I bet ya they will be super happy receiving a letter from such a cute and lovely person like you!

Sniper

He noticed how quiet you were. It was a bit worrying. So he asked. You explained how you missed your home. He then gave you a nice hug. I understand you love. That almost made you tear up. Sniper then got all of your comfort food and just chilled on top of his van. Just listening to nature. You both just talked about how the home was and weird mythical legends you have heard of when you were at home. That mythical legend you just talked about...there is no way that it is true!! I know haha I don't know why I believed it and actually got scared! You both were laughing at silly memories it was lovely sharing memories about home, especially with somebody you love.

Medic

He saw you avoiding everyone. Even him!! Were you mad at him? But just one glance at you and boom therapist medic mode: ON He knew you were sad even if you say you weren't. Your body language, expression, everything was a sign of sadness and he was not going to let this slide. he is going to make his lover happy :<. You eventually revealed why you were sad. He then brought you to the med bay. He then just comforted you, he even made you some tea and cookies. It was nice, the medic patting your head and you patting Archimedes. Head part chain

Spy

He dragged you into his smoking room, something was up with you, whenever the other brought up about their family/home you looked sad. He then asked what was wrong, after explaining he just instantly bought all of your home country's food. Oh, is your favorite fruit a fruit that can only grow in your home country? Well well, now it is in front of you in a snap of fingers. Once he saw your bright smile remembering your home it was a sign of relief for him. It was wonderful. Just talking to him while eating/drinking your favorite home country snacks and tea. You felt nice and happy. Ever since when spy saw his lovely lover sad he will make sure to order home snacks, he may even make some. :)

Oh~This was so fun. Even made me remember my home! I miss my home so much! I hope you guys are doing well even through the toughest times!

[nyotasaimiri]

Arc Two (redux) 55

The mech moved well under her touch, but the incoming meteor creature moved better. Hadley gritted her teeth as a bruise darkened over her left eye, souvenir from being knocked around hard by its first pass. “Right, eat synthetic lead, you rocky bastard,” she snarled.

Her shots smashed it right in half and Hadley cheered, fierce smile catching in her eyes.

“Watch for the pieces!” Lumen’s voice burst through as almost static. “That’s a masteroid, it’ll keep comin’ at ya until it’s dust!”

“What do you—aw hell.” Hadley pivoted the mech and brought up a metallic arm to knock the rock away again. The other rock slammed into the mech’s back and knocked her against the restraints. Hadley’s head spun too much to swear. She locked on as best she could and fired again and again until things stopped flying.

The silence crept in again, slow and merciful under her ringing ears. She dimly registered someone calling her name and snapped the mic back on. “Ow. I’m fine.”

“Knew I shoulda asked Arjun to put some kinda bio-sensors in there,” came Lumen’s grumble. SAIL’s whirring was distantly audible in the background. “Then again I ain’t sure those thing’re bio. Livin’. Ya know what I mean.”

“Your mech took a good hit there,” Nyota said. The whirring quieted; she must have been running a scan to assess the damage.

“We can get Arjun to beat out the dents later, right?” Hadley asked. “Bribe him with some coffee or mushrooms or something.”

“I am more concerned about the dents that put in you,” Nyota replied. She still sounded calm despite the implied worry in her words. Hadley still hadn’t figured out the tones in her almost-eternal calm and right now her head was a bit too fuzzy to try.

“I’m just a bit dizzy from them spinning the mech,” she insisted. “No harm done. They didn’t even do lasting harm to the mech, look.” She pointed at the energy readout on her screen before remembering they couldn’t see inside with her. “This thing can pick up ambient energy from them to fix itself.”

A few seconds of silence passed. Hadley had a feeling Nyota had muted the microphone to talk things out with Lumen. “Just be careful,” the captain said after a moment. “We’re ready to beam you out of there, but it will be safer if you make that call yourself before the worst happens.”

“Yes, mom,” Hadley quipped, registered what she had said, and face-palmed. “Right, forget that, you heard nothing. I’ll be careful. Right.”

“Of course.” That was Nyota’s carefully diplomatic flavor of calm.

*

Nyota let out a long breath as she switched the microphone back off and turned to SAIL’s display screen. She could see the pixelated icon representing Hadley’s mech in the center of the grid, and faint, fast-fading energy signals that were all that remained of the asteroid monsters. Debris was marked out in thick grey lines. There were no other life signs in sight.

“She didn’t do half bad for a first time,” Lumen said as he studied the readings. “I’ve seen those things do lots worse if ya ain’t prepared.”

“She will still need your attention when she gets back,” Nyota said. She didn’t take her eyes off the screen. Hadley was moving again.

“Sure. But so did ya, plenty of times, Captain,” Lumen chuckled. He patted her back. “And ya ain’t too much worse for wear for it.”

Nyota sighed. “It is easier to put myself in danger than it is to knowingly send others.”

Lumen hummed in agreement. “Makes ya a good captain, don’t it? Don’t trust a sheriff who’s scared to get their feet wet, that’s somethin’ one of my ol’ regulars used to say. ‘course, he ain’t gonna have an easy time getting’ his feet wet on Mars before they started terraformin’. But the thought counts. And sometimes ya gotta let the deputy earn their stars.”

That drew a small smile to Nyota’s lips. Somehow Lumen always knew exactly what she needed to hear, even through deciphering his odd turns of phrase. “I will try,” she promised. “Though as first mate, doesn’t that make you deputy?”

He hummed again. “Guess it does. Well shoot. Ya get the gist though.”

“I do.” Nyota glanced back at him long enough to offer a smile, and see his glow warm in response. “You will want to have that bruise cream ready, though. She wasn’t swearing, which usually means there was harm done, whatever she might claim.”

Lumen saluted. “Yep, I’m on it.” He patted his supply kit, then shook his head and chuckled.

Nyota tilted her head. “What is it?”

“Nothin’, nothin’. Just… thinkin’ how alike the two of ya are, that’s all.”

[sunny6677]

THE AUDIO LOGS OF ANDREW HUDSON.

SUMMARY: The following are real audio tapes of tapes left by an animator at the forgotten studio Joey Drew Studios. Please ensure that you are ready to listen with these with caution, dear listener. What you may hear may cause you to never want to hear again. What you may picture may make you never want to see again. Please be aware of the consequences you may have if you do not have permission to listen to these tapes. If not permitted, then [REDACTED]. You have been warned.

(This is fiction btw, so no worries-- I know some people with anxiety issues might think this is real so this is just a clarification.)

TW FOR CHAPTER/TAPE: PANIC ATTACKS, REPETITION.

TW FOR SERIES: MANIPULATION, TRANSFORMATION, UNHEALTHY MINDSET, OBSESSIONS, CULTS, CULT MENTIONS, MURDER.

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TAPE #8

THE VOICE OF ANDREW HUDSON & WALLY FRANKS.

SOMETIME AFTER THE LAST TAPE.

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[30 SECONDS OF SWEEPING SOUNDS GO BY.]

A: "Hey, Walls! How's it hangin'?"

W: "A— Ah! Oh— hey, pal.. I'm, uh, sweepin' right now, so if you could.."

A: "Jeez— you okay? Your eyes are watery as hell. Do you have allergies or some shit?"

W: "N— No, pal, I dont— I don't think I do.. hey, how come you've been talkin' to me so much lately? If your an animator, I'd expect for ya to barely be able to see me at all."

A: "Eh, that's what happens when you have too much coffee I guess! If I down it enough, I can finish it all in one sitting!"

W: "That— That shouldn't even be possible.."

A: "Oh well, it is for me— say, ya looked kinda sad when I got back from my pee break last night, did somethin' happen?"

W: "Uh— ye— yeah! I'm fine, nothin' happened. No need to worry—" [WALLY SEEMINGLY SOUNDS NERVOUS HERE.]

A: "Really? Ya looked like someone just told you the worst news ever."

W: "Y— Yes, I'm fine! I'm okay! Maybe— maybe you should get back to your work—" [WALLYS VOICE SOUNDS AS IF ITS BREAKING.]

A: "W— Walls? Are— are ya.. cryin'?.."

W: "No, no.. no.." [WHAT SOUNDS TO BE WALLYS VOICE THEN BEGINS TO BREAK INTO SOBBING.]

A: "W— Walls!"

W: "Its goin' all wrong.."

A: "No, no, come— c'mere.."

[SHUFFLING NOISES.]

W: "Its goin' all wrong, it's goin'—"

A: "Whats goin' all wrong? Hey—"

W: "No— no, no, no, no.."

A: "Hey, hey, it's alright.. I'm gonna help you get through this, alright? Come on.."

W: "No, no, no—"

A: "Okay, now listen to me alright— I want you to follow what I tell ya, okay? Okay. Now, now— breathe in for me, alright?"

[WALLY INHALES.]

A: "Breathe out."

[WALLY EXHALES.]

A: "Good, good— breathe in."

[WALLY INHALES AGAIN.]

A: "Breathe out."

[WALLY EXHALES AGAIN.]

A: "Alright, good, buddy! Your doin' great! Breathe in.."

[WALLY INHALES ONCE MORE.]

A: "Breathe out."

[WALLY EXHALES ONCE MORE.]

A: "Okay, okay.. can i hug you?"

[2 SECONDS OF SILENCE.]

A: "Okay, good.."

[SHUFFLING SOUNDS.]

A: "Its okay to not be okay, Wally.. I'm here, you can cry all ya want, bud.."

[WALLY WHIMPERS, AND THEN BEGINS TO SOB. HIS CRIES BECOME MUFFLED, THOUGH THE PERSONNEL AT THE FOUNDATION ARE UNSURE WHY. FOR A GOOD 10 MINUTES, WALLY JUST CRIES. THEN, AFTER A WHILE, HE STOPS.]

A: "...do ya wanna talk now?"

W: "...no, I dont... I don't think I wanna talk about it."

A: "Okay, okay, that's alright.. ya don't have to talk about it if ya don't want to."

W: "I— I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make ya put up with this.."

A: "Hey, man, I'm not puttin' up with ya— I'm just bein' your friend, that's all! Here, until ya feel alright again, we can stay like this."

W: "...I don't understand why your so nice to me, pal.. i cant tell if your pitying me or.. or not.."

A: "Hey, I'm not pitying ya, your just a really cool guy! If anything, I don't understand why I don't ever see people talkin' to ya."

W: "...your so warm. I dont think i wanna leave yet.."

A: "Heh.. and that's fine with me. I can still sit with ya for a few more minutes."

W: "...okay. And— and then i'll... I guess i'll be outta here for today.. I don't think I can do my rounds like usual.."

A: "Heh, okay. That's fine too. Maybe i'll get outta here too, since I'm already done after all.."

W: "...okay."

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NOTES: NONE.

[coffeecryptidz]

AF attack for @hyenakat-art / @hyenakat

[fictionformed]

Thomas O'Malley continued from here for @nctquiteshakespeare

Thomas took a shuddering breath as the reality set in, reminding him that wasn't just some sick old twisted game. This wasn't just a realistic dream like the dozens he'd had in the past, he wouldn't open his eyes and wake up alone-- swearing he could smell Duchess' enchanting perfume linger on his sheets. The bustle and clatter of the diner anchored him to the present and Thomas was forced to accept the complicated truth that although all he ever wanted was to see Duchess again... she was now trapped here too... right? "Not--out here." he croaked out, his throat suddenly feeling dry and itchy. Thomas jerked his chin towards his office door. "Its a small town Duchess.. they don't need to know our past."

Holding the door open for her, Thomas entered the small office mostly used for storing napkins, pens and hoarding empty coffee cups. He cleared his throat as he drew the string on the blinds, letting some light in. Thomas gestured to the empty seats across from his desk as he chose to lean against the window. It was better to put some distance between them, especially when he wanted to hold her-- and she probably wanted to smack him. "Crap.. well I don't even know where to start.." he sighed, unable to meet her gaze, knowing as soon as Thomas laid eyes on Duchess' beautiful blue ones he'd be helpless. "I uh first of all want to tell you I never planned on leaving baby, you gotta' know that before anything else. You.. those crazy kids.. geez, you became my whole world." Thomas sniffled. "Somethin' took me-- and I know you're gonna' think i'm crazy, but Duchess I was coming home to you. I .. I wanted us to be a family... I was ready. Then I woke up in this damned place and I. got stuck.." he confessed, his eyes filling with tears. "I just wanted to go home to you, Duchess. I still do."

[aspenmissing]

𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Dean, Sam and Theo are sat on the couch, waiting. Missouri then escorts a man out of the house.

"All right, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you" The man thanks her and she closes the front door behind him "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener"

"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asks.

"People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news" The three stare at her "Well? Sam, Theodora and Dean, come on already, I aint got all day."

"I prefer The-"

"Yes, you prefer Theo. My mistake." Missouri says, smiling. She leaves the room. Dean, Sam and Theo exchange a confused look a follow her into the next room "Well, lemme look at ya" She laughs "Oh, you boys grew up handsome" She then looks at Theo and holds her hands, Missouri feels a slight shock in her hand and sensed something- but decided to stay quiet about it. "And you, my dear. You grew up... so beautiful" She then points a finger at Dean "And you were one goofy-lookin' kid, too. And I could easily see which twin got the looks “She says gesturing to Theo. Dean glares at her while Sam and Theo smirk "Sam" Missouri grabs his hand "Oh, honey...I'm sorry about your girlfriend "The three are shocked "And your father-he's missin'?"

"How'd you know all that?" Sam asks.

"Well, you were just thinkin' it just now" Sam raises his eyebrows, surprised.

"Well, where is he? Is he okay?"

"I don't know" Missouri says.

"Don't know? Well, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?"

"Boy, you see me sawin' some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician? I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room, but I can't just pull facts out of thin air. Sit, please" Sam and Theo smirk at Dean and they sit down. Missouri snaps at Dean "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!"

"I didn't do anything"

"But you were thinkin' about it" Dean raises his eyebrows. Sam smiles and Theo laughs.

"Okay. So, our dad-when did you first meet him?"

"He came for a reading. A few days after the fire. I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say...I drew back the curtains for him"

"What about the fire? Do you know about what killed our mom?" Dean asks.

"A little. Your daddy took me to you house. He was hopin' I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing"

"And could you?" Sam asks.

"I..." She shakes her head.

"What was it?" Theo asks.

"I don't know. Oh, but it was evil" Missouri says softly.

==

"So... you think somethin' is back in that house?"

"Definitely"

"I don't understand"

"What?" Sam asks.

"I haven't been back inside, but I've been keepin' an eye on the place, and it's been quiet. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it actin' up now?"

"I don't know. But Dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house all happening at once-It just feels like something's starving"

"That's a comforting though" Dean says.

==

Upon answering the door Jenny sees, Sam, Theo, Dean and Missouri.

"Theo, Sam, Dean. What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Jenny. This is our friend, Missouri" Sam says.

"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house. You know, for old time's sake"

"You know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy"

"Listen, Jenny, it's important" Missouri smacks him on the back of the head "Ow!" Theo laughs.

"Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" Missouri then looks at Jenny "Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out" Dean looks stunned.

"About what?" Jenny asks.

"About this house"

"What are you talking about?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about. You think there's something in this house, something that wants to hurt your family. Am i mistaken?"

"Who are you?"

"We're people who can help, who can stop this thing. But you're gonna have to trust us, just a little" Jenny looks unsure.

==

Missouri, Dean, Theo and Sam are in Sari's bedroom.

"If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it"

"Why?" Sam asks.

"This used to be your nursery, Sam. This is where it all happened" Sam glances at the ceiling. While Missouri looks around the room, Dean pulls out his EMF meter "That an EMF?"

"Yeah" Dean says.

"Amateur" Theo snorts, and Dean glares at her. He then nudges Sam and Theo and shows them that the EMF is beeping frantically "I don't know if you three should be disappointed or relieved, but this aint the thing that took your mom"

"Wait, are you sure?" She nods "How do you know?" Sam asks.

"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's somethin' different"

"What is it?" Theo asks.

"Not it" Missouri opens the closet "Them. There's more than one spirit in this place"

"What are they doing here?"

"They're here because of what happened to your family. You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes, wounds get infected"

"I don't understand"

"This place is a magnet for paranormal energy. It's attracted a poltergeist. A nasty one. And it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead"

"You said there was more than one spirit"

"There is. I just can't quite make out the second one"

"Well, one thing's for damn sure-nobody's dyin' in this house even again. So, whatever is here, how do we stop it?" Dean asks.

==

The four are sitting around a table. On the table are different herbs and roots.

"So, what is all this stuff, anyway?" Dean says.

"Angelica Root, Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends"

"Yeah? What are we supposed to do with it?"

"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house"

"We'll be punchin' holes in the dry wall. Jenny's gonna love that"

"She'll live" Missouri says slyly.

"And this'll destroy the spirits?"

"It should. It should purify the house completely. We'll each take a floor. But we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad.

==

Missouri is walking Jenny and her kids outside.

"Look. I'm sure I'm comfortable leaving you guys here alone"

"Just take your kids to the movies or somethin', and it'll be over by the time you get back" Jenny, still slightly unsure, leaves with her kids. Missouri goes back inside.

Inside the house, Sam goes into one of the rooms with a hammer. He kneels down by the wall and begins using the end of the hammer to hit against the walls. While he is doing this, a plug on the other side of the room takes itself out of the outlet. A lamp begins to move on its own also. The plug snakes its way towards Sam.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Theo and Dean are punching the wall with a small axe. Behind them, a drawer begins to open on its own.

In the basement, Missouri is looking around. She brings a bag full of herbs to the wall. She hears a noise and turns around to see a table coming towards her. She screams as it pins her against the wall.

Back in the kitchen, Dean and Theo also hears a noise. He quickly ducks, pulling Theo down with him, just as a knife hurls itself into a cabinet. Dean places a table in front of themselves as more knives come through it.

Upstairs, Sam is chopping a hole in the wall. The lamp crashes to the ground. Sam turns around to see what the noise was, and the cord wraps itself around his neck. Sam falls to the ground, trying to get the cord off. Eventually, he lies weak on the floor. Dean and Theo runs upstairs and into the room.

"Sam!" The two said in unison. The two rushes over to Sam and tries to get the cord off, but it won't budge. Instead, Dean kicks a hole in the wall and places the bag of herbs inside. A blinding white light leaves the room. Once the spirit is gone, Dean goes back over to Sam and Theo, Sam is completely weak. Theo unravels the cord from around Sam's neck and Theo pulls him into a fierce hug. Then Dean pulls the two into a fierce hug.

==

A few hours later, Dean, Sam, Theo and Missouri are standing in the extremely messy kitchen.

"You sure this is over?" Sam asks.

"I'm sure. Why? Why do you ask?"

"Never mind" He sighs "It's nothin', I guess" They hear Jenny enter the house.

"Hello? We're home" She comes into the kitchen and look around "What happened?"

"Hi, sorry. Um, we'll pay for all of this" Sam says. Dean looks confused and Theo looks guilty.

"Don't you worry. Dean's gonna clean up his mess" Dean stands there, not moving "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop" He begins walking away "And don't cuss at me!" Dean walks away, muttering under his breath. Theo laughs. A little while later, Missouri and the three siblings leave the house. Jenny waves and shuts the door behind them.

==

"All right, so, tell me again, what are we still doin' here?" Dean asks.

"I don't know. I just...I still have a bad feeling"

"Why? Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing, the house should be clean, it should be over" Theo says.

"Yeah, well, probably. But I just wanna make sure, that's all"

"Yeah, well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now" Dean slides down in his seat and closes his eyes. Theo leans her head against the window and also closes her eyes. Sam looks up at Jenny's bedroom window and sees her screaming.

"Dean, Theo. Look, Dean! Theo!" They rush out of the car and run towards the house.

"You two grab the kids, I'll get Jenny" Dean says, rushing inside Dean runs into Jenny's room.

"I can't open the door!"

"Stand back!" Dean kicks down the door and brings her downstairs.

"No, my kids!"

"Sam and Theo's got your kids, come on" Sam carries Ritchie in his arms, as they go to Sari's bedroom, where she is screaming for help. Sam goes to Sari's bed and picks her up.

"Don't look. Don't look!" They leave the bedroom. Outside, Dean and Jenny rush out of the house. Inside the house, Sam and Theo rushes down the stairs and Sam passing Sari and Ritchie to Theo "All right, Sari. Theo's gonna take you and your brother out of here, don't look back"

"Sa-" Theo is cut of when an invisible force makes Sam fall to the floor. He slides backwards into another room, crashing into a table. Theo was going to help him but another invisible force pushed her back outside the house, her taking most of the fall for Sari and Ritchie. She then quickly gets up and rushes over to Dean and Jenny, the kids still in her arms. Dean looks at Theo.

"Where's Sam?" Before she could answer, Sari tells him.

"He's inside. Something's got him" she says crying. Dean and Theo look at the front door panicked. It shuts on its own. Theo gives the kids to Jenny. Dean opens the trunk of the Impala and he grabs a rifle, Theo grabs an axe. They rush to the front door and she begins chopping away at it.

Inside the kitchen, Sam gets flung into a set of cabinets. He stands up and is pinned against the wall by the invisible force. He struggles to try and move and watches helplessly as the fire figure makes its way towards him.

Theo continues chopping down parts of the door until eventually, she makes a hole and two are able to step through. They walk through the house, looking for Sam.

"Sam? Sam!" Theo shouts. They find Sam. When they look at the fire figure, Dean raises his gun.

"No, don't! Don't!"

"What, why?!

"Because I know who it is. I can see her now" Suddenly, the fire vanishes. Instead, standing in front of them is Mary Winchester, exactly as she was the night she died. Dean and Theo's expression softens. In shock, Dean lowers his gun slowly.

"Mom?" The two said in unison. Mary smiles and steps closer to them.

"Dean. Theodora" Tears form in their eyes. Mary walks away from him and goes to Sam. Dean and Theo watch her, never taking their eyes off her "Sam" He smiles weakly, crying. Mary's smile faded "I'm sorry"

"For what?" Mary looks at him sadly, but says nothing. She walks away from them and looks up at the ceiling.

"You get out of my house. And let go of my son" Once again, she bursts into flames. When she is entirely engulfed, the fire reaches the ceiling and disappears. The force holding Sam to the wall is released. He walks over to Dean, and the three look at each other, stunned.

"Now it's over"

==

The next morning, Dean and Theo are standing with Jenny, looking through old photos.

"Thanks for these" Theo says.

"Don't thank me, they're yours" Theo puts the trunk of photos into the car. Sitting on the front steps of the house, Sam is joined by Missouri.

"Well, there are no spirits in there anymore, this time for sure"

"Not even my mom?"

"No"

"What happened?" Sam asks.

"You mom's spirit and the poltergeist's energy, they cancelled each other out. You mom destroyed herself goin' after the thing"

"Why would she do something like that?"

"Well, to protect her children, of course" Sam nods, with tears in his eyes. Missouri goes to put her hand on his shoulder, but she stops herself "Sam, I'm sorry"

"For what" He asks.

"You sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't"

"What's happening to me?"

I know I should have all the answers, but I don't know"

"Sam, you ready?" Theo says. Sam nods and goes to the car. Jenny thanks all of them.

"Don't you three be strangers"

"We won't" Dean says.

"See you around" Jenny waves. They smile, get in the car, and drives away.

==

"That boy...he has such powerful abilities. But why he couldn't sense his own father, I have no idea" Missouri says with her arms crossed, John is sitting on the couch. "And your daughter... I sensed something in her. Something strong.

"Mary's spirit-do you really think she saved them?" John asks, ignoring what was said.

"I do" John nods sadly and twists his wedding ring on his finger "John Winchester, I could just slap you. Why won't you go talk to your children?"

"I want to. You have no idea how much I wanna see 'em. But I can't. Not yet. Not until I know the truth" he says tearfully. They share a look.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 • 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰

SUMMARY: Can you do something for jack with a chubbier redheaded girl like big boobs, butt, and thighs but has a little bit of a belly?

A day where jack just loves on you

GENRE: fluff

WARNING: none

PAIRING: jack Harlow x reader

AUTHOR NOTE: noice

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"god, you look so beautiful today baby." Jack said as he looked at you. You blushed at his words, getting all shy and flustered.

Jack always made you feel like you were the most beautiful woman in the world. Before him you didn't feel like you were, but he changed that. He made you fall in love yourself and appreciate how stunning you were and you loved him every day because of that.

"thank you. Even though I'm wearing pajamas."

You moved out of the way letting jack inside. "Ok. That doesn't change that you're fucking stunning."

You laughed, shutting the front door. "Ok. what do you want to do today?"

You walked passed him to the living room. Jack followed. "Um let's watch a movie or somethin."

"ok " you hummed. You laid on the couch and grabbed the remote to search for something to watch. Jack took it upon himself to sit in between your legs.

Once you found a movie you sat the remote down on the coffee table. You and jack began to watch the movie.. well at least you were. The whole time jack were staring at you. You didn't even notice until you looked down at him 25 minutes into the movie.

"what?" You asked with a little laugh at the end. Jack shook his head. "Nothing you're just very beautiful."

You smiled, "thank you.. again." Jack nodded, "your welcome.. again." You let out another little laugh before you leaned down and kissed him. The kiss was supposed to only last a second, but it quickly turned into a heated kiss.

You ran your fingers through Jack's curls as you moaned into his lips. Jack manged to sit up fully and pull you into his lap in less than 2 minutes. The whole way through you position change your lips never strayed from his.

Jack drew light circles on the the soft skin of your back as you both continued to kiss. While you wanted to keep kissing him eventually you had to pull away for air.

You looked at jack seeing his red swollen lips. You laughed as you looked into his beautiful eyes. "Hi."

"hi." Jack commented back. He brought his hands up and brushed a few strains of your red hair from your face. The smile on your face could disappear no matter how hard you tried.

"you know what?" Jack asked bitting his lip.

"what?"

"I fucking love you."

"you know what?"

Jack eyebrows shot up as he waited for you to speak. "I fucking love your perfect, crazy ass too."

Jack started to blush making you laugh and wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

Jack fucking loves you. You were his soulmate, his dream girl. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

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"Don’t Cry”

A/N This started off as a drabble, but I got carried away and it turned into a one-shot. I’m really happy with how this one turned out! Based on number #39 from this prompt list for @phoenixblack89​

Summary: Daryl hates seeing your tears. He’d much rather see you smiling, instead.

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Atlanta High School.

You’d graduated a long while back — so long ago now that you’d forgotten the feeling of walking its halls, and having your shoes squeak against the cheap wooden planks.

You could see the rows of lockers you’d chatted by daily, and the one in particular where you’d shared your first kiss with a boy whose name you couldn’t remember. The doors of the classrooms seemed familiar, as did the posters on the walls which were the same as they’d been when you attended — something about washing your hands and remembering to vote for class president.

It was as though time stood still.

And, in this very moment, there was nothing you wished for more.

Daryl’s hand was warm on your cheek, and his thumb gentle as he drew faint circles over your skin. You leaned into his touch, the same way you’d done with that boy against your locker — not even a few feet away.

But this was different.

This was Daryl.

Your lips quivered, trembling like a leaf stuck in the wind. Your hands felt numb as they pressed against him, so hard that you thought they would bruise. But all you could hear were those damn lockers — their doors slamming open and closed as they caught in the draft.

Like a sarcastic fucking applause.

Daryl tilted your head up, gently guiding your gaze from his collar to his face, where your eyes caught his. And your breath died in your throat, before bubbling into a sob that rang out in the air like the Atlanta High School bell.

He was smiling.

“Don’t cry,” he said — in the most calm, accepting tone you’d ever heard a person speak. It lacked all of his usual bite, the gruffness you’d come to know and associate with the man.

It sounded foreign.

Maybe that was why, despite his words, the tears poured over anyway, and settled on your cheeks where he swiped them away with a flick of his thumb.

“I wan’-” he started, but paused for a second to grimace from the pain. “I wanna remember ya smilin’.”

You choked on another watery cry, shaking your head away from his gentle hold, as you returned your focus to his wound.

The bite on his collarbone was deep, gushing blood quicker than you could soak it up with the tattered remnants of your jacket. His skin was a stark, vermillion red, as were your hands, as was the floor, as were those fucking lockers where you’d smeared his blood as you tried to carry him to safety.

Everything was red, red, red.

You pressed more firmly, soaking it up with fluttering hands that burnt from the sheer heat of his skin. He felt like a match having been set alight — burning brilliantly beneath your palms as you tried your best to quell the flames.

Daryl rested his hand over yours, engulfing it. “Listen to me, ” he rasped — and you panicked at how much more weak his voice was sounding — “there’s flares in my rucksack.”

He glanced over your shoulder, at the abandoned bag sitting near your feet. It was stuffed with supplies from the school — all of which were now completely useless, and nowhere near worth his goddamn life.

Sweat beaded on his skin, and collected in the dips of his collar — like little pools of salt water.

He squeezed your hand. “Ya gotta get to the roof an’ flag down Rick,” he told you, his smile dropping from his face as he became much more serious. “He’ll come for ya.”

Your hands stilled over the wound for a second, easing their pressure as you took in the man’s words. Then he flashed those eyes at you, which begged for you not to argue.

But you did.

You kicked out your leg behind you, sending that backpack sliding across those cheap wooden planks, and making it thud against a locker. You didn’t need the flares.

You just needed Daryl.

“I can’t-” you yelled, but your voice split, and the man quickly hushed you before it got too loud. After all, the dead had you surrounded. “I’m not leaving you behind,” you spluttered.

Your tone was frantic, panicked, desperate.

You could feel his heartbeat pounding underneath your palms, where you pressed down against it. It was as though you held his heart in your hands — and he’d probably argue that you always had.

Daryl shook his head smally, careful not to disturb the bite further. “An’ ya can’t take me with ya,” he replied.

No, you thought, you would carry him out if it killed you, you would fight your way through, and get him to the infirmary, and you could-

“I ain’t gonna make it, baby girl,” he whispered, “‘m sorry.”

And you broke.

Suddenly, you were aware of the flickering overhead lights that made his skin look so clammy, so sickly. You were conscious of the blood smear trail he’d left behind — that vibrant scarlet which reminded you of a burning sunset — and the pounding at the doors, and the feet squeaking on those floorboards like the lunchtime rush between classes.

“You will!” you yelled, not at all caring about how loud you’d gotten. “You have to, Daryl,” you cried, pleadingly.

His hand felt so warm that it made yours seem cold. It felt like you were the one dying — your heart shattering each time he took a wheezed breath, or flinched in pain.

“How am I-” you asked, but by now your voice had tapered off to a mere whisper. You shook your head. There was no question about it. “I can’t go on without you,” you told him.

You could hear the blood rushing to your ears as your breaths got away from you — too shallow and too sparse. Daryl looked worse each passing minute, his olive skin now a translucent grey.

He took both of your hands in his, making you drop your jacket, as blood seeped through the material of his shirt. You tried to fight against him, eyeing the trail of red as it ran along his collar like a stream, but he kept a hold of your wrists firmly — with the little strength he had left.

“Ya can,” he growled — the grit to his voice causing you to instantly still — “an’ ya will.”

And he flashed those eyes at you again, but this time they had his usual spark behind them.

“Yer the damn strongest woman I e’er met,” he went on, letting his grip loosen on your wrists ever so slightly, “‘m jus’ happy a dumb ol’ redneck like me got to spend a couple good years with ya.”

Then, he smiled.

“It was fun.”

He let your hands drop out of his, no longer having any fight left. But instead, you used them to clamber onto his lap, wrapping them around his torso as you buried your head deep into his chest — his warm, red chest.

“Please don’t talk like that!” you cried, your words muffled by his clothes and lost to his skin.“I’m not going anywhere! I want to stay with you-”

“Nah, that ain’t happenin’,” he snapped — but his hand remained light on your head, gently stroking your hair in his attempts to calm you. “I swear to god, I’ll haunt yer ass if ya dare pull somethin’ tha’ stupid.”

But you grabbed onto his shirt until your knuckles flashed white, bunching up the material in your fists like you couldn’t bear to part with it. It smelt like him — underneath the coppery scent of fresh blood.

Slowly, he tried to coax you out, but you could feel the way his hands shook, and it only made everything worse. Those hands had always been strong — had always been the ones to pick you up and set you back on your feet every time you fell.

“Look a’ me,” he pleaded, his voice croaky. He tilted your chin up again, in the same way he did every time he went to kiss you — and it made your heart hurt, because no kiss followed. “C’mon now, don’ cry,” he whispered, his breath much too hot against your skin, “‘m here.”

“But you won’t be,” you wailed, the words startling you as they crept out from your mouth.

You hadn’t wanted to admit them.

“But I am now,” Daryl replied, just as quick. “So please jus’ smile for me, would ya?”

His hand fell down to your waist, before rubbing small circles in the small of your back — just how he did every morning to wake you up.

You couldn’t do it, but you needed to do it.

For Daryl.

You uncurled yourself from his chest, and wiped away the fresh tears with your shirt, blinking away the rest. You moved in his lap until you were face to face, trying not to catch a glimpse of his wound which continued to pour red.

Then, you finally smiled back at him.

It was wobbly, and forced, but it was wide — and full of love.

“Atta girl,” he choked back, his voice breaking for the first time.

You couldn’t tell whether his glassy eyes were from the fever, or the pain, or from you, but you bit your lip either way.

Don’t cry, you told yourself, and watched as he did.

“Yer so goddamn beautiful,” he mumbled, raising his thumb to the corner of your lips. It was as callous as always, but at this moment it only felt soft. “I was one lucky son o’ a bitch,” he declared, with a warm smile.

You raised your hands in return, cupping his face and feeling his beard tickle over your palms — thinking back to the times you complained at how unkempt it was. His forehead dropped down onto yours, and the heat from his skin radiated outwards, setting you ablaze as you touched.

“I love you, Dixon,” you confessed, as though it were the first time and not the last. “Now and always.”

The overhead lights hummed as they flickered like camera flashes, and the pounding at the door became more incessant.

So, you drowned everything out with a press of your lips to his — as Daryl tilted your head up in the way he always did, and gave you one final kiss which tasted like seasalt and copper. It was underneath the locker where you’d had your first kiss, but now it marked your last one with the man you loved most in this world.

“Me too,” Daryl whispered, as you broke apart. He glanced over your shoulder once again, at the discarded backpack across the hall. “Now get outta here before they break through.”

You stumbled to your feet violently, needing a strong, stark shock to actually be enough to pull you away from the man for good.

And you didn’t look back.

You couldn’t. If you so much as caught a glimpse of those angel wings or heard as little as a breath escape his mouth, you wouldn’t have left.

And that would’ve killed Daryl in more ways than one.

So, you retrieved the backpack, and opened the fire escape door a few feet away, before slipping behind it, and sliding down to your knees.

The concrete cut your skin open, and once again you were confronted with red.

A cry escaped you, which morphed into a wail as you clutched your chest and tried to fix the bleeding happening inside it — the red that you couldn’t see.

But a shout startled you, and ceased your sobs as soon as they sounded.

“Don’ cry!” Daryl’s voice yelled, muffled by the metal door but still strong, and guttural, and fierce. “I can hear ya!”

So, you picked yourself back up, and set yourself on your feet in the same way he’d taught you how — and you ran for the roof, flare in hand.

Atlanta High School always had the best rooftop view.

The sunset stretched out in the distance, one of brilliant vermillion, and warm, copper orange. The balcony was the same as you remembered, with high metal railings to keep students from jumping, or getting too close to that view.

This roof had been the place where you’d yelled about hating this place, this town, this state — and had cried out to the sky about wishing to anywhere but here.

But now you didn’t want to leave.

Because your everything was right here.

You held the flare in your hand, wondering what colours it would burst and illuminate the sky — whilst praying it would be anything other than red.

You let off the flare, and a single gunshot followed.

End.

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More Take Than Give (Arthur Morgan x reader)

A/N: hi! sorry for my absense! i got busy with a few things and forgot how to write :)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: a bit angsty, some fluff

Summary: After Blackwater, things are only getting more strained between you and Arthur. 

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The sound of floorboards creaking pulled you from your sleep. 

You brought your hand up to rub your eyes. You glanced over to the curtains, curious to know if it was morning yet. Calling them curtains was an overstatement. They were really just sheets you and Abigail had pinned up with some nails. 

Through a crack in the makeshift curtain, you could see a blue sky. The sun had yet to rise. 

You reached out for Arthur, hoping that by some chance you’d find his warm body next to you. But just as you expected, he was gone. It was a rarity to wake up to him still in bed with you. Usually, he was up before the sun, going on runs for Dutch or with someone on a job. 

You turned your head to look around the room. Your eyes caught  Arthur standing by the table between the two windows. He was half way dressed with just his jeans on, and in his hands he held a piece of paper. 

All you could see was his side profile, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t see the way he seemed to scowl at the paper. 

“Whatcha readin’?” You asked after watching him for a few moments. 

He turned his head to meet your gaze, offering you a soft smile as he took in your sleepy morning look. Your hair was a mess, the braid it had been in was long gone and the strap to your chemise was falling off of your shoulder. 

“Just a note.” He folded the paper up and put it back down on the table. “Dutch has plans for me and Micah.”

As Arthur moved towards the bed, you rolled over on to your back, eyes following him. He propped one knee up on the edge of the bed and placed his hands on either side of the bed by your head. He leaned down to kiss your forehead. His scruff created a pleasant scratchy burn on your skin as he kissed you. 

“Good mornin’, pumpkin.”

“Mmmhm.” You hummed softly, slipping your arms around his shoulders. You did your best to tug him down to you, but he resisted, using his knee to keep himself from collapsing on to you. 

“Easy there. We don’t need you startin’ something that’ll get both of us into trouble.”

“Can’t you just wait a few minutes?” You frowned. You let him go and watched as he took a few steps away from the bed. He placed his hands on his belt, eyes finding yours. “Just lay here with me. We aren’t usually in camp together most mornings, Arthur.”

“There’s good reason for that.” He chuckled softly, turning to go to one of the windows. He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “I’d never get outta bed if it were that way.”

You smiled. 

“What’s his plan for you and Micah?”

“Not sure. He wants me to meet up with Micah. Note said Micah will have the rest of the information.”

“I don’t want you goin’ out with Micah.” You sat up, pulling your chemise strap into place. 

“I don’t got much of a choice, pumpkin.”

You stood up from the bed and went over to where a broken mirror hung up on the wall. You raked your fingers through your hair and began to braid it back. 

“Y/N, I don’t got a choice–,”

“I know, Arthur.”

“Then why are you mad at me?”

You shook your head softly. 

“Because sometimes…. Sometimes I’d like to have a day to forget.”

Arthur let out a soft sigh. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, running his hand over his face. 

“A day for us.”

“I know. I know.” He nodded. “I’ll see if I can figure somethin’ out. But with the Pinkertons and Dutch–,”

“I know.” You finished the braid and turned to face him. “I know.”

He looked up at you. 

“If you know, then why are you gettin’ so upset?”

“I’m allowed to be upset, Arthur.” You moved across the room to sit on the bed next to him. You tucked one leg underneath yourself and faced him. “I’m allowed to be upset that we don’t get the things we want. This is the first time in a long time that we’ve had privacy away from everyone and we haven’t even gotten time to ourselves.”

“I know.” He slipped his hand around the back of your head and pulled you closer to him so that he could kiss your head. “But we will in due time, pumpkin. Things are just…. up in the air right now.”

“I know.”

“Arthur!” Someone called from downstairs. 

“That’s Susan.” He muttered, standing to his feet. He made his way to the door so he could poke his head. “I’ll be down in just a second, Mrs. Grimshaw!”

“You better!”

Arthur closed the door and turned back to face you. You had gotten up from the bed to get a shirt for him. 

“Duty calls, Mr. Morgan.” You held the shirt open for him. 

“Hey.” He frowned, taking the shirt from you and placing it aside. “Don’t get that tone with me.”

“I don’t have a tone.”

“Yes, you do.” Arthur placed two fingers underneath your chin and tilted your head up. “You are my number one priority, you know that?”

You said nothing as you gazed up at him. When he said nothing else, you grabbed the shirt and held it open for him. 

“You best finish getting dressed. Don’t need Mrs. Grimshaw coming up here.”

He slipped one arm carefully through each sleeve, momentarily turning his back to you. But then he was facing you, blue eyes intensely staring down at you. 

You tried to look down so you could button up his shirt but he held your chin a little more firmly between his thumb and index. 

“You know that, don’t you?” His thumb ghosted over your skin. His brows drew together ever so slightly. 

“Sometimes it don’t feel like it.” You admitted softly. “They call for you. You go. They need something from you, anything from you, and you give it to them. They need you to run out for them, you’ll do it. Whether it’s across town or across the damn country, you’ll drop everything and do it. If they asked for the shirt off your back, you’d give it to them. You…. You’re too good of a man for those folks, Arthur Morgan.”

“Well, clearly I ain’t that good of a man if my lady doesn’t think she’s important to me.” He let his hand fall from you and took a step back.

“Arthur.” You reached out to take his hand. “I know I am important to you. But you don’t…. don’t think about yourself first. So that means you come to bed late and sometimes I never see you.”

“I’ve got to take care of these people, Y/N. Of the girls and John and his family–,”

“I know you do.” You murmured, nodding your head. “But who is going to take care of them if you run yourself into the ground?”

Arthur said nothing. 

You turned to go back to the bed. 

“It’s still early. I’m going to get some sleep.” Your words were quiet, but he heard you anyway. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You’d probably get up just after he left and go down to one of the fires for coffee. But right now, you didn’t want to keep fighting with him. 

You settled onto the bed with your back to Arthur. 

He let out a breath through his nose as he buttoned up his shirt. 

He moved to kneel down by the edge of the bed, placing his hand on your arm. 

“I love you, pumpkin.” 

You felt him kiss the back of your head. 

You placed your hand over his that rested on your arm. 

“I got a bad feelin’ about whatever Dutch is plannin’. I’m not…. I’m not sure what’s goin’ on in his head, but I’ve gotta make sure the girls, Hosea, and John and his family are okay.”

“Love you too, bear.” You squeezed his fingers. “Be safe.”

He smiled softly before standing up and moving towards the door. On his way out, he picked up his hat that rested on the table.

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Cookies For Breakfast

It was the squeals that woke her, followed by the round of “Shhhh!” and “Pipe down, guys!”from Lily trying to be sotto voce, but obviously not quite succeeding.

Kate smashed her face into the pillow and groaned. She had wanted to forget what day it was today. Rick had been out of town for a week, he was supposed to get back tomorrow, but Kate was feeling pessimistic. Knowing Gina and Paula, they’d probably have finagled another couple of days out of Castle. That wasn’t fair to him she knew, but he was already missing the day, and she was missing him.

She checked her phone, he hadn’t even sent a text.

She’d planned to go into the precinct for awhile, but she’d come down with a sore throat last night – maybe a blessing in disguise since she was sure Ryan and Espo would try and throw a surprise party.

At the clink and rattle of flatware, Kate pushed off the blankets. Hopefully Alexis was here, though she hadn’t heard the door opening. She knew her babies were trying to surprise her, but she didn’t want the loft to catch fire, nor was she in the mood for soggy cereal.

After taking care of her morning ablutions, Kate put on a clean pair of leggings and t-shirt. Padding into the office she was greeted by her daughter.

“No, Mama, you can’t come in.”

The little girl crossed her arms in an X, trying to look stern, but holding back a smile with difficulty.

Kate raised her eyebrow and Lily almost caved. She knew what that eyebrow meant.

“Come on, Mama, it’s a surprise!” Lily cajoled. “Nothin’ bad’s happening, nobody’s cookin’, and we have one glass cup and a glass bottle and found a paper bowl.”

Mama rubbed her temples. Her throat was better, but now a headache was coming on.

“Sweetie…” she began.

“Trust me, Mama.”

Now Kate rolled her eyes and smiled a little. She trusted the 6-year-old – with supervision – the 3-year-old’s were another matter.

“Please?”

“I know it’s a surprise, Baby, but you need to tell me what you’re doing. I don’t want you or PB&J to get hurt.”

“The boys put somethin’ in the bowl, and I stirred the cup.”

Kate heard her phone ping from the bedroom.

“Stay here,” she told Lily firmly, then said, “No, wait. Go get your brothers and come back here.”

She waited until Lily went back to the kitchen and heard her telling the twins to come with her, then she walked back and grabbed her phone from the bedside table.

“It’s okay, Kate.”

What?

How the hell was Castle involved in this?

It’s not okay, Rick. And how do you know about it?

There was no answer, and Kate was distracted by the kids filing into the bedroom with big grins on their faces. Lily was holding a tray with a bottle of orange juice, straw sticking out of it, a bowl with – what were those, cookies? And a cup of what looked like coffee, but it wasn’t steaming.

“What are you troublemakers up to?” Kate asked, trying and failing to be stern in the wake of the kids being so pleased with themselves.

“Bweakfast in bed Mama!” Reece and Jake squealed together. “It’s your birfday!”

Kate took the tray from Lily and set it on the end table. Then she sank down and drew all three kids into her arms.

“Thanks guys. What am I having for breakfast?”

Lily scrambled onto the bed with Jake and Reece right behind her.

“Juice and chocolate milk and ma-mac-mac…” Lily couldn’t get the right word out.

“Macarons?” asked Kate, looking at the bowl piled high with the cookies.

“Yeah!” her daughter exclaimed, bouncing on the bed.

“There’s a lot here,” Kate teased, as she looked at the bright eyes of her children. “I might have to share.”

Big smiles adorned the boys, but Lily looked thoughtful.

“It’s your birthday, Mama. You don’t gotsta share.”

The boys smiles dimmed a little as Kate’s smile grew.

“Well, if it’s my birthday I can do what I want, and I want to share.”

She held out the bowl and let the kids each take a couple.

“You willing to share with me?”

Kate’s head shot up so quickly, she nearly pulled a muscle in her neck.

“Castle?”

“Told you it was okay, Kate.” He grinned at her shocked face and strode toward the bed, bending to kiss her when he reached her side.

“I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow?”

“I pretty much told Gina and Paula to stuff it – not in those words, but the point was made. I wasn’t about to miss my wife’s birthday.”

Kate’s eyes filled and her headache melted away.

“Why cwying, Mama?” Jake asked. Kate smiled at his concern.

“I’m happy, Jelly. You guys are all here and that’s the best present ever.”

Rick pulled everyone into a giant hug.

“Happy birthday, Kate.”

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Happy birthday Kate Beckett!