#it makes her look like a sandwich idk how to explain it

[monpalace]

Twi’s Name and Times name have the same name and look similar but not identical, Times [Name] was definitely taller and more lean where as Twi’s name is a bit shorter and plumper. Twi’s [Name] definitely has more hair however where as Times was shorter due to being in the Royal Guard (think the same length as Botw/Totk Zelda).

Twi’s [name] definitely had her share of adventures as of right now she technically doesn’t have a shadow (reasons to be told later should anyone notice it which it would most likely be Time) and she while twi was with the chain had taken in two children, why? They reminded her of Twi and herself (also the reason she currently has no shadow) that’s why she was checking the perimeter of her land when she met the chain. Times [name] never thought she would’ve had kids honestly. She was also raised the daughter of a smith and knows her way around a sword whereas Twi’s knows her way around a bow and arrow.

They both punch hard something time and twi know well. They both tilt their head up and look at the sky the minute they know someone is spouting bullshit because they know if they look at the person they’re going to go off. Twi’s [name] is more of a homemaker so she has the skills in terms of cooking and gardening that Time’s didn’t.

These are just some rough ideas I had please feel free to add more and yes Time sound’s like Howl to me and Twi sounds like a young Matthew McConaughey -🧚🏽‍♀️

young matthew mcconaughey's voice literally has me forcing myself to keep quiet. it really does fit twi so well? need him to do a few voiceovers to twi rn 💳💥💳💥💳💥

those are a good few differences though! [name] taking in the kids is cute to without twi's knowledge is cute to (i just had vague thoughts abt domestic life with them 🙏🏽)!

it makes sense as to why she would look around the perimeter of their land to make sure they're safe but still prefers the bow and arrow over the sword. it keeps her close to the fight, but just far enough that she isn't in immediate danger-- almost like to her similarities and differences to time's [name]. close enough to be the same person, but the differences keep her from being in the middle (if that makes sense)

i'd imagine time's [name] is more acquainted with formal combat (wars, large monster hoards, etc) whereas twi's is better with bar fights? time's version requires her to be stronger to, so she probably wouldn't have to flex to catch a glimpse of her muscles lmao

maybe twi's [name] grew up an orphan like twi, which is why she resonates with the kids she took in? since time's [name] is the opposite, maybe she's unused to being familial around kids since she's so used to hard and sharp things?

🧚🏽‍♀️ anon you made the mistake of interesting me in your thoughts. i literally want to hear everything you have to give now

[skelly-words]

Knock First Next Time

(NSFW Levi x Reader)

MDNI 18+ only

I just woke up and this was in my drive, bro, idk it's crazy. I don't even wanna talk about it anymore, just read the tags and don't look at me.

Reader has a cooch

Tags: excessive porn, Levi being a loser, Monster fucking-ish, double penetration, anal and p in v, tail play (is that a thing), biting, choking, undiscussed kinks (but bffr it's fine in fantasy), he has two dicks and they're blue with bioluminescent cum, that's my tag

Synopsis: You walk in on Levi playing eroge, pls just read the tags and don't make me explain it.

Wc: 4.2k

“Levi?” you yell through the door to his room. “You skipped lunch so I brought you something.”

You knock persistently at the wood. It’s late in the afternoon and nobody has seen Leviathan all day. Most of the brothers aren’t worried about him, citing his commonly reclusive behavior. Even if this is regular, you want to make sure he at least remembers to eat even if he is wrapped up in his new anime or RPG binge.

“I don’t know if you can hear me or not but I’m coming in.” You knock a couple of times in warning before you swing the door open.

The lights in his room are so dim you can barely see his silhouette as he sits, hunched over, in his gaming chair. Levi’s playing some kind of RPG. An erotic one judging by the big-tittied anime girls and multi-colored tentacles moving across the screen. And it would be nice if you had respected his privacy and left his room, but that would be boring and predictable. You calmly set the plate and sandwich on the edge of his bed as you approach the back of his chair.

As you get closer, you can hear muffled sound coming from his headphones. No wonder he couldn’t hear you knocking. You stay quiet and out of his peripheral vision, slowly reaching to lift the left side of his headphones away from his ear.

“Wow, Levi,” you whisper into his ear. “I didn't know you were into tentacle hentai.”

“No!” he shrieks, frantically trying to close out of the game. He’s too shocked, shaking so badly he can’t get the mouse to the exit button before you’re pulling his chair back from his desk. “That's not what this is. It isn't what it looks like.”

“Really? ‘Cause it looks like you blew us all off to play eroge all day. Just wait until your brothers hear about this.”

“No, please don’t, it’s not in like a weird way. It’s an RPG. I can’t resist a good RPG even if most of the art and story arc is erotic.”

“How respectful,” you say half-sarcastically. You’re equally unimpressed and entertained. “You’re making me interested. Talk to me about it.” You lean against his chair, tilting him back to look up at you. 

“No!” He says for the third time.

“What? Is that your new favorite word?” You tilt your head to the side to see if he looks any less embarrassed sideways. “Can I play with you?”

You have ulterior motives when asking, but Levi doesn’t seem to pick up on that. He shakes his head and buries his blush in his hands. 

“Absolutely not. Get out, and please don’t tell my brothers. Especially Mammon, he’ll extort me for money. And I can’t handle the teasing from Asmo…” He keeps mumbling about whatever, but you aren’t really listening to it. 

You pull his chair further away from his desk to make room for you to stand in front of him. The art style is interesting, and you click through some of the dialogue, but he’s too far progressed for you to understand the story at all. For all you know, the excuse that he’s playing it for the plot could be total bullshit.

“Hey, stop that.” Levi stands up and snatches the mouse from you, unintentionally clicking the story along. He’s recovered from his brief heart attack enough to get up from his gaming chair, but not enough to notice how his body effectively traps you against his desk.

The screen changes to the actual gameplay, which is somehow more lewd than the story portion of the game. A woman is spread across the center of the screen with a slimy blue tentacle pressed into each of her holes. There’s a slightly smaller tentacle too that wraps up the woman’s leg and lays across her clit. A timer bar steadily decreases across the top of the screen. 

Levi’s frozen. You probably think he’s such a fucking pervert now, and it doesn’t help that he can feel himself getting hard while standing so close behind you. It’s even worse that he’s going to have to lose this level now, ruining his perfect run of the game.

Your hand overlaps his on the mouse as you drag the cursor to the pause button. His fingers still don't move, hovering the cursor uselessly over the button.

"You're gonna run out of time," you keep a playful lilt to your voice. "Either pause it or play."

He debates for a second longer, doing whatever mental gymnastics he usually goes through to figure out how to proceed. He barely misses a beat. The cursor drops away from the pause button. You don't really pay attention to the gameplay itself, focusing on feeling his hand beneath yours, the lewd sounds echoing from the abandoned headphones looped around Levi's neck, and his growing boner pressing against your lower back.

"You're good," you say, half-impressed and concerned with the dramatics of the female's orgasm. The level finishes, and Levi keeps his perfect record with a three-star score.

"Do you still want me to show you how to play?" It's the boldest thing he can manage to say, which isn't saying much when it comes out so pathetically. He's begging as if the answer is hopelessly 'no.'

"Sure."

You can feel when Levi exhales, relieved, against your temple. His hand twitches beneath yours on the mouse as he drags the cursor to exit the game and start a new save.

Apparently, his whole spiel about playing for the story wasn't complete bullshit. He points out important plot points and shows you different strategies, but it's hard to concentrate on anything he says.

As his nerves dissolve, replaced by pure nerdiness, he pulls his chair back up to the desk, sits down, and settles you in his lap. You doubt he's completely aware of what he's doing with how engrossed he is with the game. When he's teaching you how to play, he has complete tunnel vision.

Levi lets you hold the mouse, reversing the roles so that he's guiding your hand. His unoccupied arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him with a gasp whenever you come close to losing.

You find yourself surprisingly into it, despite never playing an eroge before. Your left hand stays glued to the keyboard, sprawled across the controls as you concentrate on the game. You're literally sweating as you struggle to finish the level (or make the level finish, either way).

A yellow banner unrolls across the screen, and the protagonist frowns at your one-star win.

"Shit, that was kinda intense." You sigh and lean back into his chest. Intense is an understatement. Adrenaline was making your hands shake and breath stutter. It didn't help that Levi was being so generous with his touch. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was pulling you against his bulge on purpose, but he was probably just being absentminded.

"It's fun, right?"

"Yeah, and the art is pretty hot too. It's fucked up that you need both hands to play, know what I mean?" You let go of the controls to pry his arm from around your waist. It starts off with you innocently playing with his fingers as he contemplates what you’re talking about. While it's obvious, he tries to find an alternative meaning.

"Help me out, Levi?" You bring his hand down to rest on the front of your shorts.

He stops breathing and he freezes. A few seconds pass as his brain takes a second to catch up. Even when he relaxes, there's still tension in how he holds himself.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

You roll your eyes at his question and go back to clicking through the next segment of the story.

Levi's touches begin hesitantly, barely brushing you as he unties the drawstring of the loose shorts. You try to stay cool. Somebody has to, and with the way he struggles to untie the simple bow, it's not going to be him.

"C'mon, Levi." You'd been playing for at least an hour, becoming more and more wound up by the erotic imagery the entire time. Maybe at the beginning, you were being purposefully suggestive to tease him, but now it felt like you actually needed him to touch you. Not that you were into tentacles or anything. You especially weren't turned on by the way his tail had loosely wrapped around your ankle at some point.

"You're not even playing anymore." He tried to sound smooth and confident, but there was still a shake in his voice and hands. Even the hand guiding yours on the mouse felt a little sweatier.

You clicked through the rest of the story quickly, skimming over the text and pausing for longer when particularly provocative characters or lines flashed across the screen.

Levi's fingers slipped down the front of your shorts as you started the next level of the game. You'd barely managed to win the last level, and your gameplay only got sloppier as his index finger pushed your underwear to the side. The tip of his middle finger slipped up your slit, stopping when he felt your clit.

You squirmed in his lap, spreading your legs across his thighs.

"Pay attention. You're losing." He critiques your technique further as the pad of his finger loops lazily over your nub. He's back to being fully immersed in the stupid RPG.

You can't pay attention when he slips his finger lower to tease your entrance just to make you wetter. He plays with your pussy so easily. You don't notice anything weird about it until you moan and he laughs, mumbling, "Just like the game."

"Are you fucking kidding me, Levi?" You're not mad that he's doing it, more pissed that it's working. He's following the motions you should be doing on the desperate, slutty, moaning woman on the screen.

"What? I'm giving you hints."

You lose that level, but Levi doesn't. He gently coaxes an orgasm out of you with a finger on your clit. You cum around nothing, staring enviously at the character stuffed so full on the screen.

"It's too bad we can't recreate the whole thing." You try to sound nonchalant, but your legs shake a little as you turn to face him. You straddle his lap as best you can without the armrests getting in the way.

"W-what do you mean?" He stutters now that it isn't a game anymore. His eyes flick from the red losing screen to your face.

"Don't play dumb." You can feel his bulge against the front of your shorts as you lean closer to him. It's hard to keep eye contact when filth spills out of your mouth. "I wanna be full like that."

"Are you serious? 'Cause-" He cuts himself off with a hand over his mouth.

"What?"

"I don't wanna say it. It's so gross." He speaks between the small gaps in his fingers.

"I'm into slimy tentacles, how gross could it be?" You gently pull his hand away from his mouth. "Tell me."

"U-um, I, er-" He clears his throat and shuts his eyes, as if not looking at you makes it easier. "I have two, um, well you know. But it's not normal, so if you think it's weird don't feel bad, okay?"

"Are you shitting me?" It's your turn to cover your mouth. "Sorry, I meant, can I see?"

He nods, dropping his head and hands to untie his sweats. You push his hands out of the way when he gets slow and loses his first wave of confidence. It's impossible to pull his sweats down in the cramped position forced by the gaming chair. After thirty seconds too long of struggling, you huff in frustration.

"Let's just go to your bed."

"The tub?"

"Yeah, the tub." You start to wiggle off his lap, but he stops you.

Levi roughly grabs your thighs. He's clumsy when he stands up but makes up for it with the fact that you weigh next to nothing to him. Your hands balance on his chest, working upwards to hold onto his shoulders.

His tail slips higher to notch in the bend of your knee as he takes unsteady steps towards his bathtub. The cool porcelain bowl is almost overflowing with pillows and plushies. Your legs loop over either side of the tub as you spill out of his arms. You sink into the tub, submerging in the pillows as you would in water. Your hips stay lifted in the air, legs held up by the tub and Levi's cool fingers.

You can hardly feel his shaky touch as it creeps up your thighs, not until he brushes the hem of your shorts. He's so light and cautious, afraid for you to regret your decision and run, every movement is testing the water.

"Don't tease me, Levi." You gently tug the sleeve of his hoodie, dragging his hand between your thighs again so he can feel how warm you are. And as if he could ever resist you after that, you softly whisper, "Please, I wanna see you."

With a groan, his hand slides higher, cuffing the crease of your thigh. The loose leg of the night shorts bunches up to show off the lacy blue panties that barely cover you at all.

"I don't even know what to do with you." His other hand palms his bulge through his sweatpants, thumbing over each cockhead through the layers of material.

It's hard not to laugh, not meanly, but Levi's so cute like this. His hands fall to his sides, tightening and relaxing like he needs something to hold onto. He's focused on how you move while you slip the shorts off your legs.

He fumbles with his sweats, still as clumsy as he was before. There's a light tremble to the motions of his fingers as the knot comes undone and his pants slide down.

Levi kneels between your thighs in his light gray boxers. You're caged in by his arms, still clothed in your dark shirt. His hips slot against yours, and you can feel how much precum has soaked through the fabric of his underwear. The stickiness between you makes a mess of your panties too; it slickens the friction against your sensitive clit. His hips set a steady rhythm of rutting into you, shallow breaths beating against your neck with each rough roll.

"Okay," he says between breaths, "but you can't freak out."

Levi leans in to hesitantly kiss you. His left hand slips down to his boxers, shuffling them down and around his thighs. The kiss is a distraction, capturing your attention with the slide of his tongue against your bottom lip while he presses the head of his dick against your thigh.

You gasp into the kiss pulling away to watch him push your panties to the side. The flushed purple at the tip of his upper cock fades to a blue that almost matches the lace trim digging into the crease of your thigh. The tip of his lower dick is buried inside you. Precum drips onto your navel as he fucks further into you, forming a snail trail up your abdomen to mark how deep he is.

Your tight tank top bunches higher and higher around your waist, inching up with each thrust until the material is scrunched under your tits. Levi's mouth latches around your nipple through the thin cotton, soaking it through with his spit as he sucks on you. He tugs the strap off your opposite shoulder, letting his fingers trail down your chest. The cool touch makes your nipple stiffen as he rolls the bud between his thumb and forefinger, a sharp exhale leaving your lips.

Levi's mouth becomes greedier as you moan freely. The seal of his mouth muffles his own sounds as his dick hits deeper, finding spots that make your hips buck back against him.

"I want both," you whine. Your hand drops to where his neglected cock slides up your tummy through a light-blue puddle. It throbs in your hand as you milk him for more precum until the slick drips between your fingers.

"Fuck, you were serious?" Levi pops off your tit to look down at you with a lopsided grin. The hand cupping your breast leaves, crawling down your stomach to collect some of his mess on the way to your butt. In the low light of his LED strips, the streaks on your skin almost glow.

He lets you keep him warm while he preps you. Hips stay flush with yours while he focuses on pushing his middle finger past your rim. He's so slow and gentle, groaning into your ear as he slides deeper. It's too slow and methodical, so torturous that you're breath catches with each push and pull.

Your messy hand slips lower, leaving the tip of his dick to help him out. The tip of your finger presses alongside his as he fucks into you.

"Shit, Levi." Your words come between hot pants. "I need one more."

"What a fucking filthy mouth." He laughs softly and catches your lips in a kiss. You're perfectly pliant, letting him fill you up, even his tongue tasting you too. A third finger stretches you open and you whimper into his mouth as your muscles adjust.

A sick squish comes from between your bodies, matching the milky stains that dotted the pillows beneath you. It takes all of Levi's self-control to keep his hips still when you're tucked under him like this. Thighs spread out while he fills up your cute pussy.

His breath catches as you tug his wrist away, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"I think I'm ready, baby." Your hand wraps around his to guide it higher, up to the base of his lower dick. "Just, go slow, okay?"

"Uh-huh." He nods into your neck as he begins to pull out of you. The tip of his dick throbs when he taps it against your rim. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum so fast."

"I-It's okay," you stumble when the point of his tail bumps your clit. It's a shame that you're so empty, his pre dribbles out of your slit as you clench around nothing. "Me too."

The smooth scales of his tail raise goosebumps on your thigh as it moves across your skin. It winds down the crease of your right hip and up around to the left. He uses it to lift your hips up better and take the pressure off your legs. You can tell it's a good angle before he even pushes in. The head of his cock sinks into your ass, there's barely any resistance with how slick your pussy left him. His warm breaths dampen your neck, maybe some of it's spit with how it drips a little toward your chest.

You rub the tip of his neglected dick up and down your cunny, just enough to make him whine. His tail hikes your hips up and he sinks into you, not all at once, but enough for a sharp moan leave your split lips. He slows to a gentle grind, trying not to let out anymore embarrassing sounds in your ear, trying not to shove more into you no matter how good it feels.

His teeth sink into your neck, biting down to muffle the groans while he tries not to fuck into you.

"It's okay," you breathe out, "just go slow."

"Mmhmm," Levi hums, tongue laving over the indents of his teeth. The first roll of his hips is generous, and he bites back any noise when his dentition digs into you. Your moans pitch up as he fills you one inch at a time. The scales on his tail are cool to the touch, just like his fingers. The thin end flicks your clit up and down, making you leak and squish around him.

Your cunt is twitching as forces more dick into you, drooling down to lubricate your ass as you get closer. Just the way he bites you, grunting between gritted teeth as he ruts into you, has your poor pussy sucking him in more.

"You did it, baby." Levi's smile presses into your neck. He sits up on his knees, leaving a parting kiss on your lips as he pulls back. His hands trace the swell in your tummy, the fuzzy hair at the base of his cock bumping your swollen nub as he grinds into you. "I didn't think I'd fit."

A soft giggle trickles, rose-scented and sultry, out of your pretty mouth. "You fit fucking perfect."

A grin tugs at his mouth and he pulls back a little. The drag is delicious. You can feel every vein and ridge on him as your holes clamp down from sensitivity. He kisses you slow, shoving into your g-spot from the angle he has you bent at.

"You're so so tight," he murmurs against your mouth, taking shaky breaths between kisses. It's like you don't want to let him go and he'd be content to stay buried inside of you.

Levi doesn't let you reply, licking into your mouth when you try to speak, consuming your broken words when he bites those petal-sweet lips. Spit pools in the corners of your mouth, drooling to match the juice curving down your butt.

He has to swallow more of your moans as he starts to move. His hips start with a stutter because he wants so badly to stay stuffed inside of you, but he finds a rhythm. You cling to his shoulders, nails leaving angry crescents in his milky skin.

Your legs tremble each time Levi fills you up, squeezing into your tight ass while your pussy eagerly slurps in every inch of his heavy cock. They slip around his waist to lock in the back, one ankle crossing over the other so he can't possibly pull away. And he doesn't want to, whispering filth to you between tender kisses.

"Thank you," Levi groans as he rocks into you. "Thank you for being such a cute toy." His hands get greedier, slipping around your butt and gripping dimples into the fat.

He's smothers you with his lips until you're dizzy off his taste. Stealing more than just your breath, the swell of your bottom lips catches on his canine.

You cup Levi's jaw, drawing your thumb over his adam's apple on your way down his neck. The curve of your hand settles around the base of his throat as a warning.

"You think so?" Your voice is testy, but Levi doesn't seem to notice.

He nods, eyes too glazed over to really be listening. "Perfect fucking slut, all full of me." His breath fans over your wrist as he looks down at where you're holding him.

"Try again."

You keep him just a hair away from reaching your lips, digging the pad of your thumb into the hollow between his collar bones. There's barely pressure at first. He fucks into you harder, locking eyes with you while his dicks turn up your guts. As if that was the right answer, he leans in to kiss you again.

The palm of your hand flattens against the front of his throat, pressing him further away. You keep him held back, even has he strains against you, choking himself on your hand for a kiss.

"Gimme a kiss," his voice is thick, cut up too by the gentle squeeze of your fingers. "Please, baby." He punctuates each word with his cock, hitting you better with the heel of his palm flattening your stomach. He massages over the faint bulge. A thin string of saliva drips from his mouth to yours as he feels himself inside of you, prodding against his hand while you squirm beneath him.

A low rumble starts to build in his chest as he tries to get close to you, even to lay his pouting lips on your cheeks or forehead. His sounds are choked by the hand around his throat. He's almost silent as your fingers tighten around him except for a few strangled gasps that slip through.

You can feel Levi’s dick throb as his pace grows frantic, pushing you into the pillows like he can nestle any deeper. There's a hazy look in his eyes, partially obscured by the sweaty smear of his bangs. He's so cute it makes your grip loosen, bringing a pretty flush to his cheeks as blood rushes to his head. All that extra oxygen makes him whimper as he begins to spill out inside of you.

"Shi- Fuck I'm cumming." Levi's hands tighten around your waist as his thrusts become stunted and sloppier. His groans go straight to your pussy and the next swipe of his tail sends you over the edge. Your hips buck to meet him halfway as his slick begins to leak out of you. His cum glows a pale blue, running out as you tighten on his cock.

This time, you don't stop his kisses. Your fingernails scratch through the hair at the base of his neck, curling and tugging on it harsher than you mean to. The roll of his hips doesn't stop until you're both shaking and oversensitive. His breathing is heavy and getting slower as he comes to a stop.

Levi's breathing almost stops too when he looks down at the mess. "I'm sorry." His face pales as he pulls out of you. Rivulets of his release drip out, glossy and translucent to leave a cool shine to any skin it got smeared on. Your underwear is stretched to floss, sticking into place between your soaked pussy lips when your thighs snap shut. The love bites he left are beginning to darken as well, threatening to stain various shades of red and purple. "Like really seriously sorry."

A/N- nite then <3

<lightly edited bc I didn't do his orgasm justice>

[daydreamerwoah]

Hard Time

I had this crazy ass dream last night and well...................... idk lol if it sucks, then I'm sorry yall lmao!

Notes: I have no knowledge on how military police procedures are. Again this just popped in my dream last night for some weird reason that I have no idea of.

Summary: You're married to Simon, and you're trying to take lunch up to his job for him and the rest of 141. But a new MP (Military Police) causes huge drama for you

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You had a day off from work, so you decided to make lunch - sandwiches - for your husband, Simon, and the rest of 141. You even decided to make a sandwich for the lady who worked at the front desk in their building. She was an older woman (maybe in her 50s), retired from the military, and had been doing admin duties such as filing paperwork and such for 141 for a long time.

You and Simon lived off base. His decision when you two got married as he always wanted to keep his personal life and work life separated as much as possible. It wasn't that he was ashamed of you or anything, but him being the infamous Ghost came with the fact that he cared more about your safety than anything in this world. Only maybe a handful of people even knew you were married. Whenever you visited him on base, it was more of what you were doing at that moment - taking him lunch and leaving soon after. No one had ever really seen you with him on base, and they did, Price, Gaz, or Soap was also there so it seemed more of just a friendly conversation you were having.

As you pulled up to the gate and rolled down your window, a young MP walked up to your window and asked for your ID; standard procedure. He scanned it with his device, but as he looked at the screen, his eyebrows drew together. He glanced at you and then back at your ID several times.

"Everything alright?" you asked.

He scanned the ID once more, looking at the screen in confusion, "Ma'am, are you military personnel?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "I'm sorry?"

"This is a dependent ID card no?"

You nodded. Of course it was your dependent ID. Every spouse, child, or parent of soldiers' who had as a dependent in the system had an ID.

But something was wrong. The MP continued to look at you as if you were lying. "Your ID is not showing the proper identification. I need you to pull over to the side-"

"What?" you cut him off.

What did he mean the proper identification?

"Ma'am.. please pull over to the side now." He said again, a little bit more forceful.

You didn't argue. You knew better to argue. You immediately pulled over to the side lane, the MP walking towards your window again.

"Why isn't your ID showing who your soldier is?" he demanded.

"I'm sorry?" you asked, utterly confused.

"When I scan your ID, it only shows your name and that y're a dependent. It should show more info.... Now who is your soldier?"

You really didn't know what he was talking about. You had come on base plenty of times before in the past, and no other MP had questioned you. You were at a lost for words as he continued to eye you. You tried explaining to him that you were the wife of a soldier who worked on base, but you never said who it was. That was the number one rule; never tell them the name of your husband.

Luck must have been on your side as another MP who was checking IDs yelled at the one at your car what the hold up was. When he yelled back about the ID, the MP rolled his eyes and told him to let you through if the screen approved it. Scoffing, the guy handed you back the card and let you through the gate, not without giving you the deadliest glare.

Strange.

You had never been put in a situation like that before, but ultimately brushed it off as you wanted to get lunch to the boys before the sandwiches got soggy. You pulled into a parking spot in front of the building and grabbed the bag you put the food in, getting out and heading up the steps to the doors.

What you didn't realize, was the MP who had given you a hard time at the gate, had followed you in his cruiser.

Before your hand touched the handle, he yelled out to you. "Ma'am!" You turned your head, eyes widening as you looked at him. Why the fuck was he following you. "I need to see what you have in your bag."

"Excuse me?" you yelled out. "What's your problem?"

"Calm down miss-"

"No why are you following me?"

"All IDs show certain information. Yours doesn't. If you're a spouse, then why doesn't it show who the soldier is that you're married to? Now I need to see what's in your bag."

You rolled your eyes. Why did he keep bringing that up?

What you didn't know, was that high alerts had been put out the day before as discussions were floating around about the threat of a terrorist organization inching closer to military bases in the UK. The MP, while really doing his job with questioning things, had never seen your type of ID before - he had just been transferred a week prior. But Ghost wasn't just any soldier... there was a reason your ID didn't show all of the information.

"It's food. Now leave me the hell alone," you spat before attempting to reach the door handle again.

Before you knew it, the MP had tried to grab your bag. In reflex, you yanked your arm from him. Everything happened too quickly. Next thing you knew, your hands were behind your back, the MP calling over his comms that he was bringing a possible threat to the station. You questioned him multiple times about what the fuck was he doing but gave up when handcuffs were placed on you and you were being pulled toward the back of his cruiser.

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Hilda, the lady who worked at the front desk, just happened to be walking back to her desk when she saw you being placed in the back of the cruiser. Her eyes could have popped out of her head when she saw the scene. She ran out the doors, yelling at MP to tell her what was going on, but he brushed her off, telling her to get back inside the building. She saw the look on your face; terrified.

She rushed back inside just in time to see Soap and Gaz. "Oh thank goodness you're here!" she exclaimed, making the two look at her confused. "Where's Ghost?"

"In a meetin' with Price and that Colonel from the base in London. What's goin' on Hilda?" Gaz asked. It looked like she'd seen a real ghost.

"Y/n was just taken by an MP."

"What?" Soap yelled.

She nodded, and rushed back to her desk to look for something; anything to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Hilda y'sure?" Gaz asked.

"Yes."

Gaz and Soap immediately turned and rushed down the hallway to Price's office. They knew the meeting was important, and debated on how to get Simon out of the meeting without interrupting. This meeting was extremely important as they had been discussing the mission the guys would be sent off to stop the terrorists.

Soap tried texting Simon; not specifically saying what it was but that he needed him to step out in the hall. When 10 minutes passed, they realized he probably didn't have his phone on him.

"Bloody hell," Gaz sighed.

Soap sighed as well before deciding they would go to the base's police station to sort everything out.

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You had been seated in a chair next to the desk where the MP sat. Several other personnel were in the building, yet none of them had paid attention to you. The MP had pulled the contents out of your bag, examining the food like it was poison. He claimed that he would run tests on the food, making sure you weren't trying to give it to someone.

"It's very interesting you were goin' to the building where some of our SAS soldiers are," he commented, eyebrow raised as he glanced at you.

You wanted to scream in frustration. If this was going to happen each time you tried going on base, you'd tell Simon to cut up that damn ID tonight.

A few minutes passed before you heard two voices yelling. They sounded very familiar; the Scottish accent echoing in the building as he demanded where you were. The MP shot out his chair and walked to the front, leaving you in your spot. You heard more yelling from Soap and Gaz; a laugh bubbling up in your chest as they demanded for you to be let go.

When the Police Captain - the man in charge - walked out of his office to the front, he could have yanked the head of the young MP. An SAS soldier's wife was placed in handcuffs.. on his watch? He screamed at the young MP to get the fuck out of the building and go back to his station at the gate, before escorting you to Soap and Gaz; not without apologizing over and over again about the entire situation.

After the three of you made it back to the building, you found yourself tearing up; the whole thing made you feel embarrassed. You only wanted to bring lunch for them, yet the sandwiches were ruined. You tried to forget about the few people who glanced at you in passing while you got put in the back of the cruiser, wondering what was going on.

"We're not lettin 'em get away with this Y/n." Soap said, anger laced in his voice.

Gaz and Hilda were no better as they chimed in about how they'd make sure the MP would pay for what he did. But you weren't concerned about what they wanted to do.... you were more worried about Simon's reaction when you told him.

The last time a soldier gave you a hard time, Simon damn near knocked the soldier out. And it was just because you accidentally bumped into him and the soldier hissed at you to 'watch it'. Simon was walking behind you and witnessed the entire thing. But this? You had no idea what the hell he'd do.

Three voices came around the corner, one you immediately recognized. You knew his voice, and the mere thought of what was about to come made you tear up again. You glanced at Hilda who gave you an encouraging, yet sad smile. She even knew how Simon was.

You quickly wiped your cheeks from the stains as Price, Simon, and the Colonel walked passed you. Simon, surprised to even see you there, immediately noticed your demeanor and face. He was about to stop when the Colonel asked a question as they continued to walk out of the building.

"Don't worry lass. We'll try to make sure he won't kill 'em." Soap said.

It was a joke, but you didn't laugh. Gaz elbowed his rib, getting a wince from him. It wasn't a full minute when Simon marched right back into the building and grabbed your arm, gently guiding you to his office. As soon as the door close he didn't even hesitate.

"What happened?"

You stuttered, "Uh.. okay d-don't get mad Si-"

"Y/n...."

Fuck. You weren't talking to Simon at the moment. You were speaking to Ghost, the L.T., the soldier who killed people for a living.

You proceeded to tell him everything that had happened, and you weren't even halfway into the sentence of when you got placed in the cruiser when he turned around and marched out of his office. You knew exactly where he was going, and you only hoped that Price, Soap, Gaz, and Hilda could calm him down before he killed the MP.

This is so shit omg lol!

[renecdote]

in a heartbeat

idk what this is that buddie scene in 6x12 just gave me lots of soft feelings

[Read on AO3]

Eddie doesn’t ask if he’s staying. He puts a sandwich on a plate and slides it across the table, tops up Buck’s water, and pretends he’s not watching out of the corner of his eye while Buck eats. Then he washes the dishes, not arguing when Buck grabs a tea towel and starts drying, and when everything is clean and put away, he offers another beer, and this time Buck says yes.

“Your sister does know you’re here, right?” he asks when they’re back at the couch, Netflix taking its sweet time loading on the TV.

Buck shrugs, picking at his beer label. “She’s probably figured it out.”

Because where else was he going to go?

Eddie just shakes his head, more fond than exasperated the way it might be from anyone else.

“Text her,” he says, not quite a suggestion. “Or she’s going to freak out when she goes over in the morning and you’re not there.”

He doesn’t ask if Buck is staying, he just assumes, and Buck wonders if he should speak to his cardiologist about the way his heart skips a beat. She’ll probably want to run a test for that too, make a note in his file: cause of heart problems — Eddie Diaz. No cure.

He texts Maddie (I’m fine, I’m with Eddie), then silences his phone and shoves it down the back of the couch so he doesn’t have to deal with any of the dozen follow-up questions he’s sure she’ll have. He almost feels bad for it when Eddie’s phone starts chiming a few minutes later, Maddie and Chimney’s names blowing up the screen, but not bad enough to regret it. It’s so much easier to be okay here, at Eddie’s house, on Eddie’s couch, and he doesn’t know how to explain that. Doesn’t know if he even wants to explain it.

(He tried, once, and Maddie just looked at him like she wasn’t sure if she should smack him on the head or hug him really, really tight. Buck decided it was easier not to bring it up again.)

He lets Eddie pick something to watch, sinking into his corner of the couch and trying hard not to think about it being his corner of the couch. It’s not like he always sits here, specifically, and there’s only a limited number of places to sit on a couch anyway, and Eddie sat down first, so. It’s not like it means anything.

(It’s not like it means everything.)

When the chill of the beer gets under Buck’s skin and he starts shivering, Eddie gets up without a word and comes back with a thick fleece blanket from the hall closet.

“Thanks,” Buck mumbles, huddling under it, waiting for the warmth to kick in.

“Nobody would believe you’re from the east coast,” Eddie teases, but he tugs Buck’s legs until they’re in his lap and starts rubbing warmth into him through the blanket.

Buck kind of wants to kiss him. He’s—not sure why that surprises him. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s thought it (not like it wasn’t one of the first thoughts he had about Eddie Diaz, new recruit). Maybe it’s just because he looks across the couch as Eddie raises his beer to his lips, watches the bob of his throat as he swallows, the way he glances at Buck afterwards, and for the first time in a long time he thinks—huh. maybe he wants to kiss me too.

“What?” Eddie asks, still watching him, eyebrows tilting towards confused. “Do I have something on my face?”

There’s room for a bad pickup line there, Buck thinks. Maybe more than one. For a brief moment, he lets himself imagine what might happen if he said it. If he leaned across the space between them and fit their lips together. If Eddie held him close and kissed back.

He shakes his head. “Nothing. Sorry, just—distracted, sorry.”

A quick of Eddie’s lips, something softer than amusement. “Watch the movie, Buck,” he says, squeezing Buck’s ankle, and there it is again, that familiar skip in his heartbeat.

Buck watches the movie, but he doesn’t follow a word of it.

He doesn’t look at Eddie again, either, half afraid of catching his best friend looking back.

When the movie is over, the TV shut off and the room dark, Eddie still doesn’t ask if he’s staying on the couch. He just holds out a hand and pulls Buck to his feet, blanket held around his shoulders like a cape, and gently pushes him down the hall towards the bedroom.

“Okay?” he checks, when they’re both under the covers, too much and too little space between them.

Buck closes his eyes and sees the outline of his best friend in the dark, so close and yet so far.

“Yeah,” he answers. “I’m okay.”

This is more than okay.

Eddie doesn’t ask him to stay, but if he did, Buck knows he would say yes in a heartbeat. It makes him smile as he falls asleep because he’s pretty sure—at least ninety percent sure—that if he asked, Eddie would say yes too.

[herslvtspeaks]

Random Headcannons for the Uconn girls 🤭 can you tell im bored? Anyway these are nothing but jokes and i can't explain how i came to any of these conclusions

Most likely will be continued

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Ice Brady can't cook (I don't make the rules) I feel like she's like my brother who cooks penutbutter jelly sandwiches in the waffle maker

Azzi has a Bratz collection i feel it in my soul, all pretty girls liked Bratz at some point (and if not Bratz its a doll of some sort)

Nika probably sleep walked at some point in her life (this is quite insane to say please don't ask how I came to this conclusion)

Paige hates bananas (I quite literally do not know if this is true but she just looks like she does)

Kk used to jump off of high places and pretended she was flying when she was younger but stopped when she busted her ass (kk just gives me badass kid energy idk 😭)

Paiges favorite pop tarts are blueberry and cherry (this is despicable and i quite literally hate both of those flavors but paige would do something diabolical like eat those pop tarts so 🤨)

Amari has watched Hamilton more times than she'd admit (this i feel like is true irl tbh)

Ayanna eats weird food combos like sugar and spaghetti and tries to convince the rest of the team it's good (Nobody buys that shit) Jana isn't safe i feel like she does the same thing AUBREY TOO

Nika has a list of all the many ways she'd cover up a murder 🤷🏾‍♀️

Qadence was a biter when she was younger ‼️ i don't make the rules man

[poisonpercy]

Watching episode 1, here are my thoughts

Baby Percy is adorable. They did amazing casting for younger Percy because how are you going to tell me that’s not Walker Scobell

Percy is low key a good artist. His drawings of the monsters he’s seeing are way better than I expected

Grover and Percy, my cuties 🥹🥹

Percy looking at the Perseus statue has me bawling my eyes out

That quote about how everyone who looks like a hero isn’t a hero and how everyone who looks like a monster isn’t a monster is very good. That very much is the core of pjo

Nancy Bobofit is perfect lmao

I don’t like Chiron giving Percy Riptide when he did. I like how it’s done in the books better

Percy and Grover switching items of their sandwiches is so cute. Besties

The fountain scene is funny ngl. It looked so fake 💀

The Mrs. Dodds fight scene was lame

“Is he dead?” Lol

Chiron and Grover and their gaslight gatekeep girlboss moment. Poor Percy

Grover how dare you betray Percy in the principal’s office 😭😭 I would never forgive him for that if I was Percy

“At least I know you think you didn’t.” I’M GOING TO BITE CHIRON’S HEAD OFF

No Greyhound bus scene? No Percy seeing the fates cut the string? No Grover saying that it’s always 6th grade? Those scenes shouldn’t have been cut wtf

Eddie is nice??

Why is Gabe funny? He’s supposed to be an asshole, he’s not supposed to be funny

Sally listening to Olivia Rodrigo while sitting in the rain is stupid. THEY CUT THE WHOLE GREYHOUND BUS SCENE BUT ADD THIS??? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

Blue jellybeans 🥺🥺

Why are Sally and Gabe low key friends?? How is his murder via Medusa’s head justified with this behavior? Gabe better get worse

The show is too dark. I have my laptop at full brightness and it’s still hard to see

Why is Sally telling Percy about his dad being a god while at Montauk? I like how it happens in the book better

“You feel in love with God? Like Jesus?” Lol

No because why is Percy being told everything before even leaving Montauk? He should be in the dark and have his life flipped upside while he’s grieving Sally at camp

“Why are you telling me this?” <- I would also like the answer to that question

“Grover, why is there half a goat in your pants?” Idk but something about how that line is phrased is hilarious

The car scene is literally so dark. I can’t see anything that is happening

“I’m actually 24.” Grover, now is not the time to explain the weird aging of satyrs

Why is Sally putting so much pressure on Grover. That’s not Sally 🤨 I like Sally’s actress but I don’t think the people in the writer’s room get her character

This pacing is wack. Literally why is everything moving so fast??

I don’t like that Percy has Riptide during the fight with the Minotaur. Actually, I don’t like the fight scene at all. It’s so boring and I can hardly see what’s happening

Overall, it’s cute. I don’t love it, but I don’t hate it. I’m going to be honest, I don’t care about the characters or story so far because I feel like I’m being told I should care, but not shown why I should care. The pacing is horrible so far. Everything is moving too fast. The show also suffers from having horrible lighting. It’s hard to care about what’s happening when you can’t see what’s happening on the screen. It’s all very boring right now. Where’s the chaos that kept me hooked the first time?? Actors are great, I’ll give them that. But the show is so far not doing it for me

[motte-the-goblin]

Beach day

Just a little something happy and fluffy I threw together because they deserve it.

Notes: tech x GN!reader, established relationship, shirtless batch, gawking lol

Idk, enjoy!

It was almost always warm on Pabu. Today was an especially beautiful day though, so you convinced the Boys to have a Beach day.

You had stayed behind with Omega to prepare a few snacks for everyone while the Batch migrated to the beach armed with towels, a blanket and a big parasol.

Visibly turning more and more impatient, hopping from one leg to the other, unable to focus on her task, you decide to let the little Clone go on ahead, handing her a small basket with fruit and Water canteens.

“Bring this to the Boys,I’ll be just a few minutes.”, you explain as you sent her off. Smiling, you watch Omega skip down the cobblestone path towards the Beach before returning to the sandwiches you were making.

On your way down to the beach, a heavy basket full of sandwiches and cookies tucked under your arm you suddenly realize that this would be the first time seeing them Shirtless.

Weird thought, but okay. You mutter to yourself, grinning a little though at the prospect.

The five men were all no doubt handsome, how could they not be, seeing they were clones after all and clones were generally exceedingly good looking.

And you didn’t question for a second that they were all probably ripped.

Not that it mattered at all, you didn’t mind softer Bodies but you couldn't deny the appeal of a nice, muscular, toned Torso.

You caught yourself gnawing at your lower lip whilst you were picturing the Batch shirtless and stopped yourself quickly in your tracks.

Shaking your head slightly at yourself you continue your way down, slipping out of your sandals as you reach the soft yellow sand.

Shielding your eyes from the sun with your hand you look around for your friends. Wrecker’s uncanny, booming laugh, followed by a loud splash directs your attention to your left, where they had settled down.

You see Omega’s blonde head perking up out of the water, where Wrecker had thrown her in playfully. They were splashing each other, laughing happily. A warm smile grew on your lips seeing them like this.

They all deserved some fun after all they had been through with the War, Cross leaving, the whole Eriadu debakel… getting Cross, Tech and Omega back from Mount Tantiss…

A shiver runs down your spine remembering those horrible times.

Quickly you redirect your attention to right here and now. On this beautiful, sunny day on your little paradise Island.

“I brought sandwiches!”, you call out as you walk towards the blue parasol.

Hunter and Cross were lounging on towels, soaking up the warm rays and you couldn’t help but let your eyes slowly wander across their bare Chests.

As you had expected - chiseled. You didn’t expect them to be completely covered in Tattoos though, but then again it made sense with their face tattoos and all.

“Like what you see?” Hunter's low voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He was looking up at you through one open eye, chuckling lightly at your startled reaction.

“Well, uhm… I…”, you feel busted for a second, before you remember that these guys have been your friends for quite some time now and you didn’t have to be weird around them.

“you’re quite easy on the eyes.”, you grin in response, reaping a confident smirk from both men.

“We know.”, Crosshair snarled, making you chuckle in return.

You turn towards Echo and Tech who were hiding underneath the beach Umbrella from the unrelenting Pabu sun.

“Cyare.” Tech’s soft voice made your insides melt. He tapped next to himself on the blanket so you put the basket down, placing yourself next to our boyfriend.

“Hey, There.”, you say softly, chewing your lip.

You’d been officially a couple for about three weeks now and you still got so nervous around this brilliant clone.

That he was only wearing a thin linen tunic that was loosely bound in the front, revealing a good part of his neck down to his Sternum, was not helping. You could vaguely estimate his physique underneath the light fabric and noticed that he also had some Tattoos. you made a mental note to ask him about those one day.

Once again trapped in your thoughts you didn’t perceive tech’s gaze falling down to your lips and only when you felt his breath fan over your skin you noticed him leaning in for a kiss.

With a little surprised “Oh” you closed the gap and sighed at the butterflies exploding in your stomach as his soft lips met yours.

An amused snicker from Echo forced you two apart to look at him.

“Oh don’t mind me, you’re adorable.”, he waved off.

Smiling to yourself you settle into Tech’s side, who immediately puts his arm around your shoulder, drawing little circles on your skin with his thumb.

The three of you look out on the Ocean in comfortable silence, watching Wrecker and Omega joshing around, now throwing a big beach ball between the two of them.

Tech sighed contently and planted a little kiss on your head, squeezing your shoulder gently.

“Thank you cyar’ika. We really needed this.”

Your head resting on his shoulder, you smile up at him.

You were so glad that they were all back safe.

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[makipedia]

A request! How about Maki Zenin x f reader! They go grocery shopping and Maki saves reader from a collapsing display of stacked up soup cans?

hope I've explained it well, idk if the scenario makes sense, sorry! ♡♡♡

ABSOLUTELYYYY OMG I LOVE GETTING MAKI REQUESTS I LOVE HERRR I LOVE MAKI I LOVE HER I LOVE WRITING FOR HER SHES SO BEAUTIFUL AND LOVELY AND i ship maki x author she's literally my wife YEAH

pairing: maki zenin x f! reader :33

genre: fluffy fluff fluff <333333

soup aisle.

a pile of soup cans of all things. it could've been a curse or something, but soup cans? it felt so embarrassing to even just look at maki. you always thought you were never really clumsy, so you never imagined a day where you'd be saved from a pile of soup cans.

yeah right.

but before that, you and her had set out to go grocery shopping for yourselves since all the other first and second years can't seem to keep their hands off other people's food. yuji toge and panda had eaten all 5 boxes you'd bought in less than a week. megumi ate all the rice, gojo took all the bread to make the 'ultimate sandwich' for his lunch. he ended up vomiting. nobara got mad at gojo and instead ate all the ice cream. when you and maki found out, you both were livid. you two had spent over 12,000 yen combined on food, and they all ate it in less than two weeks!

so now here you are, walking around the store with your girlfriend. sometimes other girls would peek around the corner to catch a glimpse for a little too long for your liking, and almost started several fights in the span of 10 minutes. you understood why. maki's the hottest woman you've ever seen. and even though maki gets embarrassed, you still have to show the world that she's yours.

"we've got to have a hiding place to put all this food," you comment as you shove the box of cinnamon toast crunch into the cart. maki chuckles and keeps pushing. "i don't think there's a place on campus where the others won't get into it." she replies turning around the corner to the next aisle. your eyes glimmer as you look over and see this huge pile of ravioli cans.

"i'm craving ravioli!" you chirp as you skip from the cart. maki hums and keeps walking down the aisle.

the pile looks like a volcano, the ones you see in cartoons where they stand a little too tall. you pouted as you eyed the pile up and down. you thought if you took even one from the pile, the rest would tumble down like a jenga tower and flatten you.

deciding that you'd go for it, you reached for the one that was dead in the middle. you had to get on your tippie toes to reach the middle.

right as maki looked your way to see if you had gotten the ravioli yet, she saw you about to topple into the soup can aisle. she huffed as she left the cart and sped over to break your fall, wrapping a strong arm around your torso and pulling you away from the pile.

"you really should be more careful." she commented as you sat in her arm, watching a can tip over on the corner. her voice full of saccharine flowed right into your ear and your cheeks blushed, the flush spreading from one end of your face to the other. she chuckled at your expression then released her hold around you and walked off with that soup can in her hand.

your cheeks puffed as you pouted and you stomped over next to her. "you didn't have to do that." you mumbled. maki let out a hearty laugh and kept walking down the aisle. "oh, but i did." she replied, looking at you with a smirk on her face.

you rolled your eyes and kept walking next to her with your arms crossed and a pout on your face.

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the difference between how i write for maki vs how i write for others is unreal.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

melda tâe, pray tell: what are the ojv!style/starsev's favorite foods? <3

HELLO MELMË!!! Oooo this is such a fun ask ilysm and I love any excuse to be Incredibly Annoying abt the OrangeJuiceVerse so YEP HERE WE GO!!!

Kyle- Kyle SO has a sweet tooth!!! (I love that that’s a universal Kyle hc btw) that boy is THERE for any baked goods deadass even those shitty gas station packaged muffins (Stan is scribbling out the nutritional information (or as he calls it, Food Lore, well into their 30s)) and Kyle def consumes anything sugary. As for actual real food, he likes Italian a lot which works very well bc pasta is a general hit w everyone. Favorite fast food place is subway and he ALWAYS rearranges the sandwich components to make sure the distribution is right (he claims he doesn’t have obsessive compulsive tendencies) (he does) so this guy is THE reason the ojv is called the ojv, his favorite beverage is orange juice with seven ice cubes and a pinch of salt bc he’s picky even when he claims to not be, he’s also a red wine enjoyer

STAN!!! Oh my god he and Cartman and Kenny are bottomless pits!!! Stan is a big boi and he’s packing away everything he eats bc 1) he hates waste, and 2) he’s just hungry. BUT he’s really more of a savory guy. Veggie king, ofc, and he’s at every fast food place in town ordering any vegetarian option, ALSO!!! This man LOVES spicy food but his stomach doesn’t. He’ll get a couple crunchwraps sub refried beans and slather that shit in Diablo sauce, but there’s a pretty good chance he’s gonna be nauseous a few hours later. Also he loves Kyle’s cooking!!! Bc Ky likes to cook when he’s stressed and Stan likes Kyle, and Kyle makes this really kickass homemade bread (jalapeño cheese bread oh my god I really want some now) Stan is also SO bad at drinking water but he is in fact a soda enjoyer. Miller Lite and the cheapest vodka known to man (before he stopped drinking) are a staple, also he frequents the local smoothie king and gets a chocolate hulk. For most of their life style has been ordering an olive and pineapple pizza. Stan always dips it in extra marinara.

Tweek- he is seriously just a snacker. Like Girl Dinner has nothing on Tweek Dinner. His meals look like a Charlie Brown thanksgiving. If he even remembers food is a thing. But like Craig will come home and be like “what do u want for dinner” and Tweek’s like “oh I ate a whole jar of pickles” the amount of half eaten granola bars in that house smh. BUT he can decimate so much garlic bread. A very big lemonade fan.

Craig! He’ll eat whatever, nonchalant KING unless!!!! He’s having a bad day and is already on the cusp of a meltdown. If he’s overstimulated it’s a sprite and an uncrustable. A grape uncrustable. Also I just feel like he likes seafood? I cannot explain why, but he does. Also he’s really good about hydration, he likes routine and he has one of those bottles w the time markers lmao. And he’s weirdly pretentious abt craft beers like when he and Kyle take their lil excursions to their spot he’s drinking an ipa that’s lowkey gross but then he’s just shrugging at Kyle and being all “idk the citrus hits in the aftertaste” like an asshole.

KENNY ok Kenny is also not picky in the slightest, how could he be with how he grew up, but I feel like he’s especially fond of easy meals like casseroles, frozen pizza, that kind of stuff. When he starts actually making a stable living off his art he hits up ALL the local food trucks and small businesses and broadens his food knowledge, and he’s keeping the smaller struggling businesses going just by his support. He is another example of ojv losers not drinking enough water, thinks Mountain Dew counts, literally he would’ve developed scurvy in college if left to his own devices. SMH ily kenneth also he and Stan have both thrown up bc they tried to one up each other doing shots of hot sauce

Marj my queen! She, like Kyle, likes sugar, if the homies are going to a diner she’s getting pancakes, and she takes her coffee ALL dressed up. Also kenny is the grillmaster and Marj is making the BEST sides for the bbq!!! Omg she loves her some pasta salad and a lil shrimp shishkabab moment like put this girl on the cover of a southern living magazine with her sweet iced tea (she makes the best sweet tea) marj my goddess pls quit causing problems on the internet and just use ur hospitality degree to run a b&b and make the best biscuits and gravy ever

Cartman. Bruh. Eric Cartman. He has THE most expensive taste known to man when he’s older but until he gets into the Rich People scene he doesn’t really care about what he’s eating or if it’s of good quality. In college he dragged the m5 to some shitty steakhouse bc he heard it was a good deal, and also bc he was mad at Stan for belting As Long As You’re Mine from Wicked and he knew Stan wouldn’t have any food options there lmfao that asshole (he did have to put a dollar in the Fuckwad Jar). He will also eat the weirdest combination of things. Who is putting whipped cream and chocolate syrup on fried chicken? This man. He is a Diet Coke enjoyer lmfao also he drinks martinis with olives bc “it makes me look sexy and kewl” he doesn’t like olives btw he’s just an asshole

I HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!!! The ask is always open for ANY of my AU’s or if ur just bored or want fic recs I’m a huge loser and my sp obsession is ever ridiculous.

[acyyyhwang]

Hey! I hope this is how you request something fkgk i don't really know what to ask for tbh, I saw your post , the one that said "ASK PLEASE I DON'T BITE" or something like that fkfk so I'm here !! I really liked your Lana del Rey inspired Anton written (?idk how to call it) I really like fluffs, like I'm a sucker for it, love the cute loser rizz fkfk where he's literally whipped, the down bad for each other storylines, giggles, blushing and "ugh they're so obvious" type of relationship idk how to explain it, I hope you get it🤧, it can be about Anton or Eric from tbz idk who else you write for but either way I love those 2, have fun writing it please !! you can take as much as you need, so don't stress about it;) and if I was too hard to comprehend I can always submit the request again this time with better wording fkgk, hope you have a beautiful day and night!!💚💐

im not sure if this is exactly what you wanted im sorry if it isn't i changed it alot

Anton was a textbook case of being “whipped.” His friends teased him mercilessly, but he couldn’t help it.It was as if you had cast a spell on him, and he was utterly enchanted.

You where the kind of girl who didn’t even realize her own charms. You had an effortless grace, a smile that could light up a room, and a laugh that made Anton’s heart skip a beat. You had been friends for years, but lately, something had shifted. Anton found himself noticing every little detail about you—the way you tucked your hair behind your ear, the sparkle in your eyes whenever you laughed or smiled, the softness of your voice when you said his name. It drove him crazy

It was maddeningly obvious. To everyone. Except, perhaps, You who was oblivious to the obvious fact that he was down bad for you.

Chapter 2: The Art of Subtlety

Anton tried to play it cool. He’d read enough romance novels to know that subtlety was key. So, he’d strategically place himself next to you during movie nights, casually brush his hand against yours, and pretend not to notice the way your cheeks flushed. He’d send you memes that made his heart race, hoping you’d see the hidden message behind the laughter.

But You remained blissfully unaware. you’d laugh, punch him playfully on the arm, and move on. Anton wondered if he was invisible, a mere shadow in your life. And yet, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.

The grand gesture

One day, Anton decided he needed to be bolder. He couldn’t keep tiptoeing around his feelings. So, he planned a grand gesture—a surprise picnic at your favorite spot by the lake. He packed sandwiches, strawberries, and a playlist of songs that scram “I’m in love with you!” and another chill playlist incase you , just want to vibe ---Nothing by Bruno Major, Car's outside by James Arthur, Summer time sadness by Lana Del Rey and a lot more.

When you arrived, your eyes widened. “Anton, what’s all this?”

He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “Just thought we could use some fresh air.”

As they sat on the blanket, the sun dipping below the horizon, Anton blurted out, “Y/N, I—”

You interrupted him with a laugh which made him look at you confused . “You’re so obvious, Anton”

His heart plummeted. “Wait, what?”

You leaned in, lips brushing against his. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move.”

And just like that, the world shifted. Anton realized that maybe being obvious wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Sometimes, the heart wants what it wants, and no amount of subtlety can hide it.

And so, your relationship blossomed—a whirlwind of stolen kisses, secret glances, and shared laughter. You were the “ugh, they’re so obvious” couple, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The end.

[draconic-hazard]

Im bored and currently afflicted with terminal brain rot so here is my post about Which TMA Entity I Think WordGirl Characters Would Belong To. This post caters to me and me only bc idk how many wordgirlies like TMA

I might make another post later with more characters if i feel like it

Becky Botsford, AKA Wordgirl - The Eye

Lets put aside her superpowers for a second and focus on her main shtick: Words. It seems like she knows every word in the english language. Eye avatar behaviour 👁️👁️.

Dr Two-Brains - The Corruption

Alright some may disagree with me but hear me out. First of all he’s a mouse, which are generally associated with filth and disease and other nasty corruption things. Secondly, he has a second brain attached to his head. One could argue he and Squeaky have a parasitic type of relationship, classic calling card for the Corruption. Thirdly (and admittedly the weakest point on this list) he eats cheese and only cheese, which is basically just edible mold

The Butcher - The Flesh

Do… do i need to explain? Meat is his whole thing. I wish i could write more but like. This is pretty much self explanatory

Granny May - The Web

The web is all about manipulation, and Granny May has this down pat. Every single episode with her in it she is making people trust her because ‘oh look shes just a sweet old lady she cant possibly be robbing the banks 🥺🥺🥺’. Also her main attack is her yarn balls which some could argue is similar to the spiderweb thing that most Web avatars have going on

Mr Big - The Web

Ok so i have less of an argument for him than i did Granny May, but! There is still a case here. Mind Control is his thing, his brand, heck its even in his company’s mission statement. That sounds like Web behaviour to me. Also he’s a capitalist and name one thing more manipulative than capitalism

Tobey McCallister III - The Extintion

WAIT WAIT WAIT HEAR ME OUT! Tobey is all about robots, and destroying things with said robots. Now that may sound kinda slaughter-y, but a lot of the times the episodes conflict is also about Tobey thinking robots can do a better job and everything than humans, be it painting, sports, or even being his mom. One part of the Extinction that is slightly overlooked imo is the idea that after the apocalypse, a new, and inhuman species will inherit the nuclear wasteland of an earth we’d leave behind. And who else to rule that wasteland than an army of giant robots? Plus he’s the youngest of the (main) villains, which could be a little nod to the fact that the extinction is the newest of the fears

Chuck the Evil Sandwich Making Guy - The Buried

This one was kind of a struggle, because sandwiches aren’t very scary so how would one draw a connection to fear entities there? But i believe i have a case here. So! His main attack is his condiment gun, which sprays mustard, ketchup, and mayonnaise, which seems to solidify around the target, thus trapping them as they are unable to move. Plus, a machine that we see him use several times in the series is his giant sandwich press, which works by crushing down a target. Awful lot of claustrophobia, wouldn’t you say? Also idk why but he has the same vibes as i feel most buried avatars have (no offence intended)

[uglypastels]

Remember that episode where Jackie and Hyde go on a first date?? And he drapes his jacket over her shoulders and they end up kissing under the stars? Maybe you could write something with Hyde!Eddie and Jackie!Reader????

ok so i'm using this as a sequel to my previous request (but i think it can technically be read separately as well. you do you). idk what I'm on when writing these. i had so many ideas its just... anyway haha

warnings: not proofread. cursing. awkwardness. female!Henderson!reader

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A kiss filled with pent-up tension and emotions is how it should have ended, right? That should have sealed the deal; it should have been the beginning of the happily ever after, shouldn’t it? 

That couldn’t have been further from the truth. 

After that kiss in the hallway, things had reached a new maximum of awkwardness between you and Eddie. 

‘You’re still a jerk, Munson,’ you said, and nothing followed. Neither of you said anything. Finally, Eddie dropped his hands, which fell lifelessly to his sides, and he took a step back. So did you, hitting the door. 

‘No need to remind me, sweetheart.’ He might have smirked saying that, but in the dark hallways, in the deep evening of Friday, it was hard for you to tell. So, blindly, you opened the door and made your way home, not looking back and keeping your thoughts as far from Eddie as you could. That second part, though, seemed to be more challenging than expected. 

Never before had you really given Eddie Munson much thought. He was just your brother’s freaky Dungeon Master, the school’s scapegoat. From what Dustin had told you, he seemed nice but then whenever you saw him… what did you actually think? It was hard to think back to any other day. It was as if that kiss had blocked that ability for you. 

On Monday, you had decided it would be the best thing to do to just ignore him. He seemed to have had a similar idea, as you did not see him until Wednesday noon in the cafeteria.

‘Hey, you forgot your lunch again.’ you threw the brown paper bag in front of Dustin, who thanked you over and over. The plan was to give your brother his food and make yourself scarce, but you had made the mistake of looking up. Your eyes immediately locked with Eddie’s. One blink was, luckily, enough to break you out of the trance and without another word, you left. The boys at the table didn’t even wait for you to distance yourself before talking about you. 

‘What’s wrong with your sister?’ One of the Hellfire guys (you never learned their names) asked, but you never got to hear Dustin’s answer, for you were already across the room. 

◈

‘Is everything ok? You’ve been acting strange, and not like your usual strange, but extra strange-y.’ Robin asked as the two of you roamed around in the library for books.

‘Yeah, of course,’ you shrugged, ‘why would you ask?’

‘Uhm, I just explained it.’ She picked up a book and put it back in its place without even reading the title.

‘I’m fine.’ And you meant it, for in the moment, you did actually feel quite alright. It was already a week since the kiss, and nothing had happened. Clearly, whatever had been in the corridor last Friday was a freak accident, and you and Eddie both decided on the healthy mature thing to do– bury it deep and never speak of it, or to each other, ever again. Done. 

And maybe Robin would have believed you if it wasn’t for your annoying little brother running into the library, followed by his friend Mike, and immediately getting shushed by Mrs Corey, the librarian. You could hear Dustin whisper-shout “sorry!” before turning the corner and finding you. 

‘There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.’ 

‘Why? Did you forget your lunch again? Because you’re not getting my sandwiches–’

‘No. no.’ He shook his head. ‘We need a sub for the campaign today. Gareth’s out cold with the flu and we need another player if we ever want to beat–’ 

‘Forget it.’ You didn’t need to hear the rest of it. 

‘Oh c’mon, please.’ Dustin begged, ‘I’ll do the dishes– for the entire week!’

‘After you made my drive out to school last week for nothing because you couldn’t be bothered to let me know you were hitching a ride? Forget it, pipsqueak.’ 

‘I’ll clean your room!’ Dustin was starting to get louder and quickly toned it down.

‘Stay out of my room.’ You threatened. ‘No. I am not setting foot in that room again.’ You made your point.

‘Fine. Fine.’ Dastin backed away and pulled Mike along with him. You were now left with a confused Robin who was trying to put all the puzzle pieces together. 

‘Was it really that bad to drive to school?’ 

‘No, I just– I don’t want to see Eddie right now, let alone play a stupid game for a whole night.’ 

‘I didn’t know things were that between you too. I thought he was just annoying.’ Robin put another unread book back. 

‘Why can’t that be enough?’ 

‘It can be… just not for you. I’ve never seen you dislike anyone without reason. Unless something happened between you two that you are now too ashamed about to even look him in the eye.’ It was typical of Robin to make a crazy assumption that hit the nail right on its head without her even realising it. She laughed at her own absurd theory until she looked over at you and realised you were quiet. More quiet than normal, and looking anywhere but at her. ‘No.’ 

‘What?’ You glanced her way, arms crossed, almost as if you were protecting yourself.

‘No.’ She got louder. ‘Did you and Eddie–’ She was so loud, you had no choice but to quickly slap your hand over her mouth, making her laugh hysterically. Once you released her, Robin asked: ‘What the hell happened between you two?’ 

‘Nothing!’ you hissed, not very convincingly. Just by the way Robin was looking at you, you could tell she was not impressed. With a roll of your eyes, you answered her truthfully this time. ‘He… uhm– Eddie kissed me.’ 

‘Oh my god!’ She was ready to let the entire library know, but shut up at the stern look you gave her. ‘So what does this mean? Do you like him? Why are you ignoring each other?’ 

‘I don’t.’ What was that supposed to answer exactly? ‘I don’t like him. And I’m ignoring him because it’s awkward and I don’t understand…’ 

‘Don’t understand what?’ Robin asked. 

‘Why the hell did he do it?’

‘You’re more hopeless than I am, seriously.’ She sighed, grabbing a random book off the shelf and dividing that one was the right pick. Without another word said, she walked away, leading you to follow behind, trying to figure out what she meant. What did any of it mean? Did you actually like Eddie?

◈

Would have helped to know Eddie was having a very similar conversation a few miles away? With the one and only Steve Harrington? 

He left school almost as soon as he arrived there. Hours later, the skidmarks of his van’s wheels were still on the parking lot in front of the building. And what was the reason for this panic-induced retreat? Well, he saw you walk through those doors. The same ones that the two of you had stood in front of a week prior. He watched you walk inside next to your friend, laughing, and he immediately decided to call it a day. 

Everything in that building just reminded him of how stupid he was. How stupid he was for doing what he did. Why the hell did he kiss you? And it wasn’t like it solved anything, either. 

He spent the next hour driving around town, almost decided to leave it and drive straight to the big city, but turned around when his gas meter was dangerously close to that bright red E. On his way to the gas station, however, he parked in front of Family Videos. Steve worked Fridays, didn’t he? 

‘Shouldn’t you be in English class now?’ Steve asked at the sound of the door opening without even bothering to look up from the magazine he was reading. The store was empty beside the two of them. 

‘We’ll get back to you apparently knowing my school schedule later, Harrington. I fucked up.’ Eddie took a few steps to the counter and sat on top of it, almost knocking down the small display that Steve had just been working on.

‘How many times do I have to tell you? Don’t give out discounts to every pretty chick that comes up to you, it just makes you look cheap and needy—

‘I kissed her.’ Eddie blurted out. Walking in, he had considered trying to play the subtle card, not directly tell Steve about his problem, but if there was someone who could help him, it must be Harrington, wouldn’t it?

‘Excuse me?’ Steve blinked. 

‘I kissed her. Last friday.’

‘And by “her”, you mean–’

‘You know who I mean.’ Eddie sighed. 

‘Well, shit, man.’ Steve chuckled under his breath, closing his magazine and rolling it up. ‘How was it?’ 

‘Fine.’ 

‘Just “fine”?’ Steve raised a brow. ‘Well, how did she react? What did you say?’ 

‘Well,’ Eddie tried to think back to that night without bringing up too many memories, just so as not to trigger a trauma or something. ‘Pretty sure I said “sorry”. She called me a jerk and… we haven’t talked since. More or less.’ 

‘And you’re sure you’re not a virgin?’ 

Eddie punched Steve in the arm. 

‘Ok, sorry. But you like her, right?’ 

‘No?’ For that, Eddie received a smack in the face with the rolled-up magazine. ‘What was that for?!’ 

‘No? You spent months looking out for this girl, witchhunting her boyfriend, then you kiss her and suddenly you have no feelings for her?’

‘It wasn’t months...’ Eddie felt like a little kid trying to win an argument he was too stubborn to admit defeat about. 

‘I say, ask her out.’

‘Did you miss the part where I said we haven’t talked for the past week? I’m pretty sure she hates me.’ Eddie was still rubbing the bridge of his nose, where Steve seemed to have aimed directly. 

‘And I’m pretty sure you’re a chicken. Just go talk to her, man. Ignoring her won’t help you. And het, you either get a date out of it, which is a win, or she kicks you to the curb and you get some closure, which is also a win.’

‘She’ll never agree.’

‘Then you better rent a movie, because this is becoming a real waste of my time.’ 

◈

It had been a long day, but at least an Eddie-free one. Before going home, you quickly passed your locker to get your books and jacket, but to your surprise, you were met with something else. A small, torn, piece of paper fell at your feet. 

In black marker, the words were scratched out messily: Meet me at the bleachers? 

Now, you could only assume, but it felt like he tried to remain anonymous– which was hard when posters covered in his equally unimpressive handwriting were all over the school, promoting either the upcoming battle of the bands show or his own gigs at the hideout. Yeah, you knew it was Eddie, 100%. 

So, why you actually decided to go to the football field was a mystery to you. The team was running drills around, and some students were seated in the audience, not exactly paying attention to the jocks. It was always more of an after-school hang-out spot where people didn’t do their homework after promising themselves to get it done the entire week. 

Eddie was sitting on top of the bleachers. Leaned back on the bench behind him, leather jacket on his lap. As you climbed up the steps, he suddenly straightened his back and waved awkwardly. ‘Hey.’ 

‘I didn’t even know you knew this place existed.’ 

‘Please, I may be a social disgrace, but I’m not an idiot– so this is what they call football, huh?’ He glanced over at the team of boys running around below you. 

‘Why am I here, Munson?’ You thought about sitting down next to him but decided against it for now. 

‘I was just thinking about… last week.’ Great. That was the last thing you hoped he was doing, but you let him continue. ‘And I know I fucked up. Everyone’s noticed that something’s up.’ 

‘Everyone?’ Your throat suddenly felt extremely tight. 

‘So I’ll just say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for how I’ve acted before, and during and after. And I totally understand if you don’t ever want to see or speak to me again, just don’t stop Dustin from coming to Hellfire–’

‘What?’

‘What?’ He blinked at your sudden outburst of a question. 

‘Is this all about Dustin? You don’t want me to ruin your dumb campaign? Jesus, Munson–’ You were glad that you had not sit down. What a waste of time.

‘No, shit. I’ve been thinking about this for the last hour and— fuck.’ He was visibly getting frustrated now with himself, rubbing his hand all over his face as he let his thoughts sink back down slowly. ‘I just meant, I know that you and Dustin are close, so he would probably listen to you and stop hanging out with us– Hellfire– if you told him to, which would be a shame for him because the little dude’s got skills with the d20 and I think letting him be in a creative environment– what the fuck do I know, I’m not your family therapist–’ he chuckled. So this was meant to be a joke, right? But you weren’t laughing, too confused at everything he was verbally throwing at you. 

‘That is all besides the point, because I… wanted to actually make up for how I’ve been the last few days.’ 

‘How would you do that?’ You inquired, crossing your arms.

‘Let me take you out?’

‘Like on a date?’ 

‘I wanted to say a joke, but if it doesn’t land, I would live up too much to my reputation in this town, which is not what I’m going for right now, so yes… like a date.’ He sighed deeply.

You let him sit there for a moment as you pondered on an answer. His big brown eyes looked up at you expectantly. There was no way anything good could come out of this…

‘Ok.’ You readjusted the strap of your bag. ‘Pick me up at 8.’ 

‘Tonight?’ Eddie called after you as you already started your departure. 

‘Yes tonight.’ You said without turning around. 

◈

Eddie was panicking all the way until the clock struck 8 o’clock, and if only he could say this feeling stopped the second he saw you. His heart was in his throat the whole walk back to his car and inside it and as he started driving. Words just wouldn’t come out. He was sure you expected something, something he for sure did not have. He had no idea what he was doing.  

‘Do you just want to drive around? And then maybe grab something to eat?’ You suggested, saving his life. 

‘Uhm,’ Eddie cleared his throat as he took a turn, ‘sure. Or let’s get something now and then… I know this spot we can hang out.’

‘Yeah, ok.’ You smiled.

Now, Eddie was no asshole, so he was willing to pay for the food. The problem, however, was that his budget was limited, so the only thing he could afford was burgers and milkshakes. But you didn’t seem to mind, thankfully. 

Twenty minutes later, Eddie drove to the woods while you both sipped on your milkshakes, the burgers still warm in the foil packaging until you parked– Eddie’s van, to your great surprise, was surprisingly clean, and the seats would probably be a bitch to get mustard stains out of. 

‘And here we are,’ Eddie stopped the car in a small clearing. The trees towered over you but opened up to reveal a beautiful patch of the night sky. ‘Here,’ he helped you get up on the hood of the car before pulling himself up to sit next to you. The milkshakes were almost gone, but the burgers were still warm and delicious. You both ate in silence, enjoying the atmosphere. 

Once you were done with your burger, you leaned back against the window to look up at the stars. Eddie sat more upfront, slurping the last bits of his milkshake. You were together, yet apart. Enjoying each other’s company individually. 

‘I got coke– soda— in the van, if you want anything else to drink.’ Eddie said, slowly making his way to lie down next to you. 

‘What, no beer?’ You giggled.

‘Well, yeah, that too, obviously. Just didn’t think you’d be the type to drink it.’

‘So what type do I look like?’ 

‘Aren’t you always drinking sodas on parties? But you seem a much more classy kind of girl. Wine and shit, you know.’

‘I don’t think I’ve ever had wine in my life.’ You started laughing more now, and Eddie joined in a little. ‘You have no idea what you’re talking about, do you?’

‘No.’ Then both of you burst out laughing. 

A little time went by, the conversation died down, and a shiver tickled over your arm as the trees around you rustled with the wind blowing by. It had been a pretty warm day, but you had not considered how drastically the weather would change by the time the sun would go down.

‘Are you cold?’ Eddie noticed.

‘No, I’m good,’ you tried to curl up, pull your legs up to your chest, to warm yourself up a bit, but Eddie didn’t believe you for a second. Before you could protest again, he pulled his jacket off and put it over your shoulders. ‘Thanks.’ 

He replied with a small nod. 

◈

‘I’m sorry.’ 

‘What for now?’ You had been ready to open the door of the car. The lights were still on in your house, meaning your mom and brother were expecting a detailed description of the whole night, as always, whenever anything remotely interesting happened to any of the three of you. But before you actually opened the door, Eddie had caught you by surprise with those little words. When you looked back at him, he actually looked small, and sad. Which you didn’t understand at all.

‘About the date.’ 

‘I don’t understand.’ 

‘For ruining it–’

‘You didn’t ruin it.’ You reached for his hand on the wheel. ‘Honestly, it was one of the best dates I’ve been on.’

‘We didn’t talk for like an hour.’ He looked embarrassed and as if he had failed or disappointed you in some way, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

‘That’s an exaggeration. And we don’t constantly have to be talking, do we? I really had a great time, Eddie.’ You leaned over and slowly, carefully, kissed him on the cheek. ‘Thank you.’

the end.

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[leclerced]

Okay since my frustration is out the window I come bearing Maxoscar meeting their girl.

For me she knows from the beginning they’re vampires or has no clue about vampires apart from binging TVD. So maybe one time when Oscar is kind of new he maybe feeds on her friend and when she finds them she thinks he’s murdering the poor girl so she starts hitting him with her bag or sth and only after sees that he’s got fangs and her friend doesn’t look like she was being slaughtered or sth. So maybe she’s a little frick and starts asking him questions and is super interested in what it’s like to be a vampire. Then Max finds them and is like “oh fuck…Oscar what have u done and why is some human girl interrogating you in a dark alley?”

If she doesn’t know then I see Max and Oscar go to the store to buy groceries (in my head vampires still eat normal food not only drink blood cause it would be a sad life, not being able to eat). But Max knows only the basic since he was holed up in his mansion for however long. So the boys stand in the middle of the sweet’s alley and argue about sth and right this moment our girlie comes up to them and is like “umm not that I want to be nosy or sth but I recommend *this, this and this*”. Max would be mesmerised by her for some reason and awkwardly try talking to her but everything comes out wrong and Oscar is trying to save the situation but he’s the best in things like that either so they both are embarrassed af but she just thinks it’s cute and gives them her number.

okok ballerina anon sent another ask im gonna post after this one ! tell me which u guys like more they r all different

i like the idea of her going out with friends and catching oscar feeding on one of them!! she'd assume they're hooking up and she starts laughing, "oh my god you're so drunk you're hooking up in an alley? no, we are going home." and then oscar looks up and she sees fangs and blood. finding out vampires exist because one of them is sucking on her friend's neck in the alley way is definitely not the best way to be introduced to the supernatural underworld. so she's totally freaking out. max shows up while oscar tries to calm her down by telling him he wasn't going to kill her, and he immediately starts complaining about how oscar's a mess and he needs to stop feeding in public because this is the third time he's been caught in a month. they just bicker back and forth while she stands there in shock. idk how it would continue but the idea is funny

the grocery store thing is cute. i kinda love it. oscar's trying to explain what each of the packages of treats are, but keeps telling max he hasn't actually tried them. "i mean, its an oatmeal cookie sandwich with cream in the middle." "yeah but, is it good?" "i haven't tried it, but it looks good, doesn't it?" after oscar explains what he thinks zebra cakes are for a third time, she interrupts and tells them they should get the oatmeal cream pies, the honey buns, and that the cosmic brownies are a must have, too. max starts questioning her on them, asking what her favorite is and why? oscar apologizes for the questions and says she can finish shopping, but she thinks they're cute so she's like, "tell you what. i'll give you my number and after you try them you tell me your favorites and i'll tell you mine."

max doesn't have a phone, so he writes her number at the bottom of his grocery list and makes oscar take him out to buy a cell phone afterwards. i think he would call her instead of texting like oscar suggests, he wants to hear her voice. he really wanted to facetime her after the at&t employee told him about that feature but oscar quickly talked him down and made him wait a day before he let him call the number. with this idea, how and when does she find out they’re vampires?

[prettybluelites]

Thoughts: The Curse of the Seafaring Life

Okay, fine, I'll watch Episode 5 one more time.

I have watched this half a dozen times by now and I have straight up howled every time Ed says "this here is a ship, and it's a space ship." The delivery combined with the hand gestures - I'm dead. I'm finished. Fucking genius.

A couple posts down I expounded on the fact that Ed is literally wearing sackcloth, still fascinated by that. Also wondering how much trouble he's having making the change from the infamous leathers to a loose-fitting linen onesie :P

That awkward position of, Do I clap, do I do nothing, or do I give the finger - so real

Does the mad cat on the new flag remind anyone else of the union rat inflatables that striking unions use?

Izzy got a new leg and it turned him into a right little sass pot

"I'm your captain! Wait, I can do it better." This whole scene is awesome and "That's the captain's chair" makes me laugh almost as hard as the space ship bit

Thinking a lot about Ed offering to let Lucius push him off the ship when it soon becomes clear that that isn't exactly what Lucius needs - I guess I'll just leave it at, I love how neatly the show illustrates that everyone heals differently

The shot of Izzy training on the gundeck is gorgeous and I'm not just saying that because of the Pecs of Death. And I love that he took himself down there and set all that up and took up his training his own self, idk, it feeds a lot of my headcanon about what sort of person Izzy is outside the context of Blackbeard - disciplined and fastidious

Love a good training montage, especially one that involves ass-slapping. And I love this new normal where Stede and Izzy, like, hang out and converse.

Will never grow tired of the fact that not one but both of Ed's shoes fly off

Really into geometry, lol. One of those superstitious bitches would have known what a pentagram was

Every girl loves an outfit she can twirl in

Third reliable lol of the episode: "draw me as, like, a steely...lord"

I was so busy thinking about Lucius and Pete each reckoning separately with Ed that I forgot to think about Lucius and Pete reckoning with each other. So glad this is a part of the storyline.

There really is nothing like a peanut butter sandwich. And then to be there when they were invented? Wow. :D

The scene with Ed and Fang in the boat is like Lucius recounting his horrors a couple episodes ago, shouldn't be funny, but...it's funny

Lucius is a man of some learning, he should know that Izzy's shark story is not, strictly speaking, fiction: A metaphor is a figure of speech that describes an object or action in a way that isn't literally true, but helps explain an idea or make a comparison.  (Thanks, Grammarly!) Izzy's not covering up shit with that story, he's explaining an idea.

STG if Izzy and Lucius don't make out by the end of this series...

Roach's comment about Frenchie's beautiful body, lmao

Anyone ever see Northern Exposure? There was a great scene in an early episode of that show where Joel was trying to figure out how Marilyn could sit still and quiet on her shifts as his receptionist and he was just boggled that she could, as Fang puts it, sit with herself. I'm not sure if this quote was from that episode, but I know it's a Marilyn quote: Words are heavy like rocks … they weigh you down. If birds could talk, they wouldn't be able to fly. That has stuck with me for a looong time. Anyway, sorry to blather, that's what this bit of Fang and Ed's conversation reminds me of.

Obvs the shirt needed to stay for plot reasons but also glad Stede got to keep it because he looks fine AF

Awwww Lucius and Pete, I love their love. I laughed and cried.

That feeling when someone reacts in all the right ways to all the right parts of your stories ♥

So much to love about this scene, obviously. Much has already been written about the kiss (THAT KISS!!) and Ed asking to go slow and Stede meeting him where he's at, but I am obsessed with the way Ed looks down, ever so slightly surprised, when Stede takes his hand. When, in Ed's adult life, has someone held his hand in a romantic context? It really is perfect.

And all that is to say nothing of Sometimes it's nice to be patient and wait. Jesus H Christ. When those two finally fuck, brains are going to melt and run out of the ears of fans all over the world.

Okay, phew! That was a lot, thank you for reading!

As a reward for your perseverance, here's a bonus quote I found while I was looking up Marilyn's bird quote:

"We are all pirates at heart. There is not one of us who hasn't had a little larceny in his soul. And which one of us wouldn't soar if God had thought there was merit in the idea? So, when we see one of those great widespread pirates soaring across the grain of sea winds we thrill, and we long, and, if we are honest, we curse that we must be men every day. Why not one day a bird!  There's an idea, now, one day out of seven a pirate in the sky. What puny power a man can attain by comparison. Compare a 747 with a bird and blush!"

Roger Caras, Birds and Flight, 1971.

[luna-melon]

For the ask game lol

Peter

Nebula

Mantis

Phos

Toko

Aoi

Sakura

Papyrus

Sans

Ayyyy thanks for the ask. Been a while since I've filled out one of these memes <3

Answers below.

Peter OTP: Peter/Nebula, of course. If the 100k+ words of fanfiction I've written about them is anything to go by, they are my OTP of all time. <3 I want Peter to move on and find happiness with someone new after vol. 3 and the movie planted the seeds for these two ending up together in the future really well I think. BrOTP: This was the hardest to decide because I love Peter's friendships with all the other Guardians. Gonna go with Mantis here though because I love how she looks out for her bro and tries to steer him in the right direction. Wish we'd gotten to see more of them being siblings after the holiday special 'cause the confirmation that she was Peter's sister made me so happy! TuT OT3: Shipping Peter with Nebula and Gamora at the same time would be really weird so instead I'm gonna go with Nebula/Peter/Thor in like, a V shaped polycule where Peter is dating them both but Nebula and Thor aren't into each other. NOTP: Ro/quill. I don't think I need to explain myself with this one, but shipping the raccoon with the humanoid characters is weird and gross to me.

Nebula OTP: Same as above, I think her implied feelings for Peter in vol. 3 make all the sense in the world. I mean, why wouldn't Nebula fall for the same person as Gamora? That's just how her life is. I think these two being together would fit their arcs well. Nebula learns to accept that she doesn't have to always be competing with Gamora in order to be worthy of love, and Peter gets his shit together enough to see how Nebula stuck by and cared for him and how Gamora was right about how the person he fell for "sounds more like her." BrOTP: I love her friendship with Rocket so much! Two sad cyborgs goin' on adventures together for five years, I'd kill to see more of that. OT3: Same as above as well I guess, but I don't see Nebula being poly. NOTP: I'm fine with all the big Nebula ships really even if I don't consume their content.

Mantis OTP: I used to ship Mantis/Nebula back in the day and I think that's still my fave Mantis ship even if I no longer go there. I also like the idea of her having a crush on Gamora. BrOTP: Mantis and Drax are my favorite duo ever. Just a couple of strange goofballs pranking each other and causing chaos. OT3: Can't think of anything for this one. NOTP: I don't hate Mantis and Drax as a romantic pairing but them just being weird best friends means so much to me. We need more platonic M/F relationships like them.

Phos OTP: I like all the Phos ships but can't deny that Phos/Cinnabar is my favorite. I know you haven't read the manga yet but I reread this one part of it earlier in the week that makes me wanna throw Phos in the trash because we could have had it all!! xD BrOTP: I really enjoyed Phos and Cairngorm's dynamic. OT3: Phos/Cinnabar/Antarc. Idk how it'd work out but all I know is that I want all three of these rocks to be happy. NOTP: I'm not picky with HNK ships but I'm sure some people ship Phos with Aechmea so no thanks to that.

Toko OTP: Toko/Komaru! These two mean the world to me. Seeing Toko end up with an amazing girlfriend who supports and loves her after everything she's been through and the development she underwent in Ultra Despair Girls damn made me cry. BrOTP: I love the interactions between her and Makoto in her Free Time events. The Naegis are the only ones who can tame this girl. OT3: I like the Toko/Sayaka ship so I can imagine an AU where she survives and throuples up with Tokomaru. NOTP: Byakuya. These two are the worst for each other and no one can change my mind.

Aoi OTP: I very much enjoy her and Sakura together. BrOTP: Yuta Asahina deserved better and in my personal headcanon, he survives UDG and gets to see his sis again. OT3: I think Sakura had a boyfriend so sandwich Hina in between them. NOTP: Got no strong negative feelings for any Hina ships.

Sakura OTP: Same as above. Love me a big buff sporty girlfriend and her smol buff sporty girlfriend. BroTP: I really enjoyed her Free Times with Makoto, too. OT3: Same as above. NOTP: Also same as above. It's hard to go wrong with Sakura ships.

Papyrus OTP: I don't ship Papyrus with anyone but I remember liking Papyrus/Mettaton when I was younger. BrOTP: I fucking LOVE his friendship with Undyne. Anyone who doesn't call Papyrus and Undyne in every room in the game to see what weird shit they say is missing out. OT3: I got nothin'. NOTP: Font/cest. Don't understand why this is such a big thing.

Sans OTP: These days I like the idea of Sans being aroace but I remember having a very brief phase of shipping Sans/Asgore xD BrOTP: Him and Papyrus ofc, but I also like him seeing Frisk as a little sibling, too. OT3: Sans/Fries/Ketchup NOTP: Fr/ans. That is a child...

[reidsaurora]

Part Three: "Back To Normal" ~ S. Reid

Summary: When Spencer gets a call from his boss saying that he needs to come home early, Spencer and Imogen alike learn just how much they hate it when things go back to normal.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Imogen Sterren (bipolar!OC)

Word Count: 3,439

Content Warning: takes place in a hospital, explicit details of a panic attack, mentions of medications, one (1) explicit swear word, food consumption, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: Fluff to Angst? maybe? idk

Extra Notes: this one do be super long compared to the previous parts. imma apologize for that.

Based On the Song: Soon You'll Get Better by Taylor Swift

Originally Written/Re-Written: 06/19/2022 and 11/18/2022

Beta Read By: @theghouligan

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"𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥." - 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐬

A few hours had passed, and the three found themselves underneath the very dogwood Spencer had mentioned before. Spencer and Imogen contentedly consumed their sandwiches while Diana read them her favorite text about her favorite author.

"Now, can anyone tell me where Margery Kempe was born?" the older lady quizzed.

"Norfolk!" Spencer shouted out.

"I'm going to need you to be a little more specific with your answer."

Before Spencer had a second chance to speak, Imogen butted in with, "Lynn!"

"Good job, Imogen," Diana praised, reaching down to grab something from her pocket. "Just for that, you get a gold star," she smiled, placing a tiny, star-shaped sticker on Imogen's sweater.

Spencer's jaw fell open in a mixture of disbelief and betrayal. "Hey, I want a gold star," he pouted, his arms crossed tightly in front of his chest.

"You have to answer the question correctly first," his mother instructed, earning her pursed lips from Spencer.

She turned back to her book, scanning the pages for her next question. "Alright, what was the name and the profession of the man Kempe married?"

"His-"

Spencer nearly dropped his sandwich in an attempt to answer first. "John Kempe. He worked as a tax collector!" he practically yelled, making sure Imogen didn't get a chance to finish her answer.

"Hey!" she playfully slapped his chest.

"Correct answer," Diana smiled, taking in the sight of the two enjoying each other's presence. "Here's your gold star, Spencer," she said as she placed a sticker on his sweater.

RIIIING!!! RIIIING!!! RIIIING!!!

Spencer pulled his phone out of his pocket, immediately spotting his boss's number. Fearing the worst, he contemplated not even answering. But alas, he knew there was probably some serial killer that just couldn't stop killing long enough for him to visit Diana.

"This is Reid," he answered, trying to stay calm. He took an inaudible, deep breath in an attempt to stop the panic attack he was sure would come on. "Good, thanks."

The two women stayed silent as they caught small pieces of Spencer's conversation. Imogen worried it was work, fearing that Spencer would have to leave soon.

"Yes, sir. No, I understand. OK, thank you so much. Bye." Spencer slid his phone back into his pocket, wondering if he should even tell them the information he'd just learned.

"Who was that, dear?" Diana asked, before taking a bite of her sandwich.

"That was my boss…" his voice trailed off.

Diana and Imogen alike stared at Spencer, awaiting an explanation for his phone call.

"He needs me to meet the team in D.C. tomorrow morning. It's a local case," he explained.

"When do you leave?" Imogen asked, placing her hand compassionately on his shoulder.

"I have to be at the airport at 6:00 in the morning."

Spencer could tell that Diana wanted to say something, but was biting her tongue. Instead, she just went back to eating her sandwich in what looked like an effort to distract herself.

"But the good news is that he told me not to think about the case and to spend as much time as possible with you guys," Spencer smiled. "Come on, Mom, ask us another question about Margery Kempe."

"I can't," Diana refused.

Spencer's eyebrows ruffled. "Why not?"

"Spencer, I don't want you going on that case. You might get hurt."

Spencer took a deep breath. Every time he had to leave, the two of them would have a conversation similar to this. "Mom, that's my job. I might get hurt, but that's the price I pay to save people."

It was at that moment that Imogen realized she was in love with Spencer. She'd known him for 24 hours, and yet, that was all she needed. She loved him.

"But let's not worry about all that right now," Spencer said, changing the subject. "My gold star is getting lonely. I think he needs some friends."

"In your dreams, smart boy," Imogen smack-talked, her eyes threatening to roll out of their sockets.

"Well, I do have an eidetic memory and can remember anything I've ever read or heard," he boasted.

"Bring it on!"

The day soon came and passed, their picnic lasting an hour longer than they'd planned, seeing how caught up in the trivia game Spencer and Imogen were.

They'd ended the day with an almost equal number of stars, Spencer boasting that he had one more than Imogen did.

Soon enough, it was nightfall, and Spencer found himself packing up his belongings to save time the next morning.

Diana had already fallen asleep, much to Spencer's comfort. Throughout the whole afternoon and dinner, Diana went through waves of anxiety over Spencer's case, so he was happy to see she'd fallen asleep so quickly.

After packing up all of his things, save for an outfit he'd set aside for the next day, he quietly scuffled into the hallway and down to Imogen's room, the same as he had that morning.

"Knock knock," he greeted quietly, tapping on the door.

"Come in," she answered.

Spencer quietly closed the door behind him, wrapping his sweater tightly around his arms as he walked toward the girl. "How're you feeling?" he asked, his words running together.

"I'm OK. I had another episode, but it wasn't as bad as last night's," she explained in a whisper. "Are you OK?"

Spencer gave her a confused look, his eyebrows ruffling tightly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"Well, earlier when you were on the phone with your boss, you looked like you were about to have a panic attack."

Spencer took a deep breath, deciding between telling her about his panic disorder or keeping it to himself. With a deep exhale, he found himself saying, "I was diagnosed with panic disorder about six months ago." He couldn't believe he'd actually said it out loud.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Imogen asked, nearly copying Spencer's tone from the night before.

He slowly nodded, sitting down on the edge of her bed. "It was a case where this guy was lacing candy and envelopes with LSD and Rohypnol. He was using LSD that was ten times more potent than the stuff they sell on the street. Quite a few people died from it," he explained, swallowing back tears. "It triggered this thing in my brain where I was convinced I was going to get poisoned. Finally, my boss told me I should go to therapy. But my best friend, Penelope, is the only one that knows about my diagnosis…" his voice trailed off. "Well, now she's not the only one. Because you know."

"Not even Diana knows?"

He shook his head. "I haven't had the heart to tell her. She worries about me enough. I don't… I don't need her worrying about that, either."

"I guess I understand. I never really told anyone about my diagnosis, either. I think a couple of people suspected it, though."

Spencer stayed silent, unsure what to say next. He felt himself wanting to press on and ask about her family. In fact, he found himself wanting to ask about all aspects of her life. However, he knew better than to start that conversation, because he knew they'd be there all night. After all, he had a flight to catch early the next morning.

"I'm sorry you have to leave so soon," Imogen sympathized, almost like she was reading Spencer's mind.

"Yeah, me too."

Suddenly, Imogen blurted out, "Spencer, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure. Anything," he answered. Though, his panic disorder took over with all the possibilities of her question.

"Would you mind if I called you before bed tomorrow? I can use the phone until 8:30. 8:00 is when my episodes seem to be the worst."

With no hesitation, Spencer answered, "Of course. There's no way I'd let you go through that alone."

He quickly scribbled down both his personal and work numbers on a tissue from her nightstand before sliding it into her hand.

"I don't know how many times I'm going to reiterate this, but thank you. So much," Imogen said.

"No need to thank me. It's what people are supposed to do for the people they care about," he smiled back.

Soon enough, Spencer noticed Imogen getting sleepy, which eventually led to her drifting off in the middle of their conversation. He chuckled lightly at the sight of her, practically star-fished in the middle of her bed. He felt compelled to kiss her forehead, but knew for multiple reasons that he shouldn't. Instead, he just made his way quietly back to Diana's room, quickly drifting off into his own peaceful slumber.

The next morning came and went, and soon enough, things were back to normal. Spencer's flight went by faster than he'd expected, and he found himself wandering into the bullpen of the BAU office, just as he normally would.

"Hey, Spence. How was your trip?" JJ, one of Spencer's colleagues, greeted him.

"Really good. Thanks," he smiled, placing his bag beside his desk.

"Pretty boy's back," Derek, another one of Spencer's colleagues, grinned. He gave Spencer a quick hug. "How's your mom?"

"Really good," he answered. "She started a book club with some of the other patients, so I guess that's how she's been filling her time. I met-"

The team stared at Spencer as his sentence ended abruptly.

"Her new doctor," he choked out. "She seems to really like him… a lot more than her last doctor." Changing the subject, he asked, "So, what's going on with this case?"

Spencer couldn't lie. He felt like he'd break out in hives just thinking about a case in the city he called home. Every time they had a case in or around D.C. he felt like his heart would drop to his toes.

"I think Penelope's the one that volunteered to fill you in," JJ mentioned. "She also said she needed to talk to you about something."

Spencer nodded before walking toward his best friend's office, more affectionately known as her "batcave." He shook his hands in a drying motion, a stim he'd picked up when his panic attacks first began.

As he walked through the doorway, Penelope noticed his stimming, quickly jumping up to close the door behind Spencer, in the case that a panic attack did come on.

"Hey, shhh, you're OK," she attempted to comfort him. "Take a deep breath and raise your arms," she instructed.

Spencer did as told, his arms slowly raising to the sides of his head as he inhaled.

Penelope did the same before exhaling hard and letting her arms fall back to their original spots. "Now, let it all go."

He followed her instructions, copying her exhalation.

The two took a few more deep breaths in sync, Spencer's stimming and heavy breaths slowly coming to a halt.

"Ok, so how was your trip?" the blonde asked, sitting back down in her original spot.

Spencer swallowed back anxious tears, trying to focus on the current conversation, trying to force out an answer for Penelope. Instead, an almost sarcastic, "Aren't you supposed to be briefing me on the case?" fell from his lips as he fidgeted with the end of his tie.

"I have to slowly ease you into it. You know that," Penelope giggled.

"Um, it was nice. I had a really nice time with my mom." He exhaled deeply, still trying to catch his breath. "I didn't have any panic attacks. I almost had one when Hotch called, but I was able to stop it before it got bad."

"That's good," Penelope smiled. "Have you been taking your medicine?"

Spencer nodded. "I remembered to take it both nights, like clockwork."

"Good. Now, unfortunately, I have to brief you on all this horrible stuff, but if you need to take a breather, you're good."

Spencer took a deep breath, but nodded. He knew he was in for a long day.

Meanwhile, back at Bennington, Imogen and Diana sat together in the rec room, the younger girl reading a book while the older woman crocheted the beginning of a yellow blanket.

"Imogen, can I ask you something?" Diana asked, placing the blanket in her lap.

"Yeah, sure," she answered, looking up from her book.

"What did you think about Spencer?" she asked, point blank.

"He's a lot nicer than I thought he'd be," Imogen admitted. "I was always told FBI agents had stern voices and carried themselves confidently. But," she hesitated, "Spencer's different. He's really nice."

Diana nodded in agreement. "Spencer's always been different from his peers, even when he was younger. Actually, especially when he was younger."

Imogen giggled at her friend's words. "I see a lot of you in him, Diana."

Just then, the two heard a knock on the door to the rec room. "Imogen, there's a phone call for you."

The lady smiled, standing from her seat and heading over to the nurse. She took a deep breath as she walked into what she had deemed "the phone room," already contemplating how this conversation was about to go.

"Hi," she said as she answered the phone, letting out a silent breath afterward.

"Hey, it's Astrid," her sister said from the other side of the phone. "How've you been?"

"Do you want the truth?" Imogen asked, deadpan

"That would be nice," Astrid chuckled.

"I'm having another depressive episode. It gets really bad at night."

"How long has it been going on?"

"Almost a week. I cried myself to sleep four nights in a row. I think I'm having delusions this time, which doesn't help because my nurse already thinks I'm crazy."

"Do I need to come down there?" Astrid asked defensively, her motherly instincts kicking in.

Imogen lightly giggled. "Thank you, but no. I actually really like it here. I've made friends with a really nice woman named Diana. We read a lot together. I met her son a couple of days ago and he seems really sweet," she explained, a blush coming to her cheeks as she spoke of Spencer.

"Ooooohh," her sister joked.

"It's not like that," Imogen remarked, rolling her eyes. "You know I'm loyal to one guy," she laughed.

Astrid paused for a moment before continuing on with their conversation. "You know, he misses you like crazy."

"I miss him like crazy. You know, you could bring him to see me every once in a while."

"Imogen, you know why I can't do that."

"I know. You're just looking out for him. How is he, by the way?"

"August is… well, he's August," Astrid chuckled. "He's the same little guy he was two months ago. Well, except for now, he likes Star Wars and not Jurassic Park."

"Aww, does that mean he changed his Halloween costume? All he could talk about at his birthday party was how he wanted to be a dinosaur for Halloween."

"Yep. Apparently, now we're all going as Princess Leia, Han Solo, and Chewbacca."

"He's gonna be so cute in a little Wookie costume," Imogen smiled.

"Do you know how hard it is to buy a costume in advance for a 4-year-old who refuses to stop growing?" her sister giggled.

"I can imagine," Imogen commented.

Just then, she glanced up at the clock, noticing it was almost 8:00. "Hey, I have to go," she exhaled sadly.

"What? Why?"

"They're cutting back telephone times. I can only use the phone until 8:00 now," she lied.

Just like clockwork, Imogen already felt her symptoms starting: tears welling in her eyes, thoughts of emptiness and self-doubt, and she was already dreading her medications two hours before she had to take them.

"Ugh, that sucks. Well, I love you. And I miss you like crazy."

"Love you too. Give Auggie a kiss for me."

"Will do. Talk to you soon," Astrid said. Imogen could almost hear the half-smile that sat on her sister's face.

And with that, the two hung up. Imogen placed the phone down, deciding to wait until 8:00 on the dot to call Spencer.

In the meantime, Spencer found himself pacing back and forth through the bathroom, trying to steady his breathing. Even with his history of panic attacks, he'd never had more than one in a day, much less two at work. He glanced at his watch out of habit. 7:59 p.m.

His fingers tingled. He hadn't decided if that was from the panic attack itself or from the fact that he'd been flailing his hands for nearly ten minutes. He tried to focus on his breathing, but it was no use. It felt like oxygen was only escaping, not returning.

As the minute changed, his phone began ringing. He was curious who it was, but when he recognized the Las Vegas area code, he remembered the deal he'd made the night before.

"Hey, it's Imogen," she greeted.

"H-hey," he stuttered. "How-how a-are you?"

"Spencer, are you OK?"

"I-I'll be fine. Just a r-really bad panic attack," he managed to get out, shaking his left hand like his life depended on it.

"Hey, you'll be OK. Just breathe," she told him. "In through your nose, out through your mouth. I know it seems crazy and stereotypical, but it seems to help me."

He took a few shallow breaths in a failed attempt to steady himself. "I-I'm supposed to be hel-helping you."

"Don't worry about me. Focus on your breathing."

Suddenly, Spencer realized why his anxiety was so ramped up that day—he had forgotten his medicine the night before.

In hindsight, he felt bad for lying to Penelope, but he figured it was justified since he really had thought he'd taken it both nights.

"Shit," he exhaled.

Imogen blushed at his choice of words, but was curious about his sudden expletive. "Is everything alright?"

"No, I j-just remembered I forgot my L-Lexapro last night," he explained.

"Do you have it with you?" she asked. "That was a stupid question, Imogen. If he had it, he would've taken it," she thought to herself afterward.

"No, it's in my bag at home."

"You should ask if you can go home and take it," Imogen suggested.

"I can't," he exhaled, finally catching a deep breath for the first time in ten minutes. "I'm on duty right now. I c-can't just leave."

"Do you have someone who could pick it up for you?"

"No. No one knows."

"Spencer, you need your medication."

He sighed, knowing she was right. "Maybe my boss will let me go home and take it."

"Do you want me to talk you through this?" Imogen asked, empathy rolling off her tongue as easily as her words had.

Spencer glanced at his watch again, noticing he'd been in the bathroom for almost fifteen minutes. "I have to go, but is it OK if we talk tomorrow? That way, I can make up for tonight."

"Of course," she answered. "Go ahead. Do what you need to do. Talk to you tomorrow."

"OK, talk to you then."

And with that, Spencer hung up, shaking his hands for a few more seconds as he caught his breath again. He trekked back to the conference room, already fearing his boss's reprimands.

Instead, he was just met with the sight of Hotch, a.k.a. his boss, and Penelope, both walking out of the conference room. He wondered where the rest of his coworkers went, but his mind quickly traveled back to his previous state of anxiety.

"Where is everyone?" Spencer asked, his poker face pasted strongly across his face.

"I told everyone to go home and get some rest. I know how hard this case has been on everyone. Some sleep is deserved," Hotch answered.

Hotch walked past him, Spencer breathing a sigh of relief once he was no longer within earshot.

"It was a bad one, wasn't it?" the blonde whispered as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

Spencer nodded. "I remembered I actually forgot to take my medicine last night. That's why it was so bad today when I got here. Why it's so bad right now."

"Well, I'm going to drive you home because I do not want you taking the train like this," she insisted.

"Thank you," he whispered.

And with that, the two walked out to Penelope's car, Spencer's mind being taken over with thoughts of Imogen as he began thinking about the next phone call. He couldn't lie. He missed her already. He hated things going back to normal, but understood it was the price he had to pay.

"𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭." - 𝐋.𝐌. 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲

Welcome welcome welcome to another chapter of SYGB! I am not going to lie to you guys, this is not my favorite chapter. But I would like to applaud both myself and @theghouligan for making this chapter way better than it originally was. My summer writing slump was really showing in this chapter but me and Gracie (mostly Gracie, let's be real) made this chapter much better.

Anyway, I can't wait to see you all back here for the next chapter! 💛

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