#sorry. sorry. breaking character for a bit

[randompiecesofwriting]

Don't Be a Stranger (pt 2)

Summary: You end up in the hospital after your neighbor’s kid has a minor accident, guess who you run into while there!

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Dead brother, medical inaccuracies, no gore or anything specific

Author’s note: Here’s part 2! I had fun with some new characters here so I hope y’all like them! As always I cherish every bit of feedback y’all send so please please please flood me with more (it’s your fault anyways for spoiling me up to this point lmao)

Part 1

The emergency department of the PTMH was not exactly where you envisioned spending your Saturday, but you supposed you didn’t have much else going on.

A large crash from next door had you sprinting out of the house without much thought and finding your neighbors teenage son Jamie splayed awkwardly on top of a few of the bushes that lined the side of their house had you ushering him into your car without any consideration as to what you were wearing.

That was how you found yourself shivering slightly in the waiting room of the PTMH in an oversized t-shirt and shorts that usually never saw the light of day. Jamie had knocked out after the first hour, leaned back dare you say comfortably in one of the waiting room chairs with his ankle elevated on your knee to keep it from hurting, you were truly impressed with the kid’s ability to fall asleep anywhere.

You hadn’t even thought to bring anything to pass the time while you waited, had only grabbed your phone, wallet, and keys before you left with Jamie, who spent the whole drive complaining that he was fine from your passenger seat. Now that you were on hour three and your phone was nearly dead though, you were really starting to regret it.

With 10% to spare Jamie’s name was finally called and you were ushered back and onto a bed with a curtain pulled around to offer some privacy, thus starting the second period of waiting.

Again, just as you were about to reach your breaking point, Jamie perking right up after his afternoon nap and containing far too much energy for his fourth hour within the hospital, the curtain was suddenly pulled back and a familiar looking face was emerging.

“Robby?” The name startled the man who had been looking down at the tablet in his hand, his gait stuttering as his head whipped up to connect his gaze with yours.

“Y/N?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the surprised look on his face, admitting to yourself that when you had met him wearing scrubs the other day you’d hardly thought you would see him here either “I swear I’m not stalking you”

He laughed appreciatively at that as he sat down in a backless roller chair “I hope not it’d be incredibly boring” he joked before giving his hands a small clap and rubbing them back and forth “now what brings you and uh-“ he frowned slightly as he turned back towards Jamie who was sitting back with a mischievous smirk, eyes dancing eagerly back and forth between you and the doctor, you could practically see him forcing together puzzle pieces that didn’t fit in his mind.

“Jamie” you supplied the name for Robbie as he trailed off, sending a glare at the kid himself in warning, silently begging him to behave.

“Jamie right” Robby nodded as you watched him wrack his brain for Jamie’s name, clearly looking for the connection between the two of you “Sorry I just didn’t know you had a son”

Your eyes went wide at his statement, panicked gaze turning to Jamie to see the exact expression you had feared on his face, nothing short of pure malevolence and barely contained glee.

“Please no” you groaned under your breath, Robby turning a confused look to you just in time for Jamie to start spouting off.

“You’re adopting me!” He pitched his voice loud enough to draw the attention of everyone in the area, a wide grin on his face as you buried yours in your hands to hide your flaming cheeks.

“You have no idea how much this means to me” the kid was pulling out all the stops, dabbing his eyes to keep the fake tears at bay, Robby taking in the whole display with bewilderment and poorly contained amusement.

“come on mom, bring it in” he brought it home by holding his arms out wide to you, and though you complied by stepping into them you made sure to supply a loud fake gag as you squeezed him too tightly.

“Please never call me that again”

Separating yourself from Jamie you stood by his side by the bed, sending Robby what you hoped was an apologetic smile, though based on the smirk on his face he didn’t think one was necessary.

“Jamie is my neighbor” you supplied finally, giving the kid a soft elbow in the side that made him laugh gleefully “his mom’s at work so I came running when I heard a sudden crash from next door”

“And the cause of this crash?”

Robby directed the question at Jamie with a raised brow, and though you had hoped the kid would be at least a little sheepish beneath the doctor’s gaze he instead answered with a gleeful smile. “fell off the roof”

Your head was in your hands with an exasperated groan as soon as the words left his mouth.

Robby was doing his best the swallow back his chuckle as he nodded in understanding.

“and why were you the roof in the first place Jamie?” You asked sweetly, pointedly ignoring the glare he sent your way.

“I don’t think we need to bother the doctor with-“

“I do” you cut him off with a grin and a raised brow, a silent threat sent that had him folding immediately.

“I was smoking pot”

“Ahh” Robby hummed in understanding, standing back up to begin typing notes on the terminal, the pieces all finally falling into place.

“but since my mom is right here we obviously don’t need to notify anyone else as to why I was on the roof tonight right” Jamie tried desperately, putting on his best charming smile that made you snort.

“Nice try kid I called her as soon as we entered the waiting room”

He narrowed his eyes back at you in response “I changed my mind I don’t want to be adopted by you anymore”

“Feeling’s mutual” you responded stoically, turning your attention back to Robby “left ankle is tender and swollen, but mostly I wanted to get his head checked out. He claims he feels fine but-“

“but never hurts to check” Robby supplied easily “you did the right thing we’ll schedule a CT to check and in the meantime I’ll take a look at your ankle, go ahead and scootch back”

Jamie complied with the request without a word, you jumping in to help him carefully raise his leg while Robby snapped on some gloves.

Carefully taking the joint in hand he examined it delicately, poking lightly at the swollen area before addressing you softly. “Jack know you’re here yet?”

“why would Jack know I’m here” you asked, Robby’s gaze snapping up to meet yours with a furrowed brow.

“You two haven’t talked yet?”

You shook your head, still failing to see why you would need to notify Jack that your neighbor was in the hospital. “Not since I gave him my number a few days ago” You watched Robby’s frown deepen, suddenly feeling the need to defend Jack “I told him it was no pressure, so I get it”

“No I know I just thought-“ he trailed off suddenly, light frown still present on his face as he searched your expression for something.

Jamie took the silence as the perfect opportunity to jump in with a shit eating grin “who’s Jack?”

You glared back at your neighbor, ignoring the cough Robby used to try and disguise his laugh as Jamie grinned back at you. “keep talking and I’ll make sure you leave this hospital in crutches one way or another”

“Doc” Jamie protested to Robby through his laugh “you going to let her abuse me like that, didn’t you take an oath or something”

Robby shook his head in response as he took off his gloves, making his way back to the tablet “since she’s your mom not much I can do”

You barely had time to properly revel in your victory when the curtain somewhat surrounding the three of you was pulled back again revealing the man of the hour himself looking slightly frazzled behind it.

“Jack?” his name was spilling out of you before you could think better of it. You could practically feel Jamie’s grin get wider at the news.

“Front desk said you were here what’s going on, are you okay” he asked quickly, eyes already scanning you head to toe for injuries, clearly not realizing you weren’t the one on the bed in a gown.

“no I’m good” you assured him, gesturing with a tilt of your head to Jamie as you said it “not here for me”

Not quite satisfied his gaze stayed on you for a second longer, silence lingering for just a tad too long before he turned his gaze to Jamie, a kid who was on a roll with filling these awkward silences “so you’re the famous Jack I’ve heard so much about”

Robby hadn’t even tried to contain the snort that came out of him at that statement, Jack’s gaze whipping around to glare at his friend while you turned on Jamie with a threat “I will disown you”

He grinned back, clearly reveling in the embarrassment he could see rising within you as he fought back “I just think if he’s going to be my new dad-“

“Finish that sentence I dare you” you threatened with raised brows, Jamie happily shutting his mouth as he recognized that he got the important bit across.

Turning almost reluctantly back to the two doctors you made eye contact with Jack first, his brow furrowed as he cast his gaze back and forth between you and Jamie just as Robby had done initially, his friend watching his confusion with as badly contained mirth as Jamie had.

“I’ve actually never met this person before” you tried weakly, “Actually I think I’m in the wrong place entirely” you ignored the loud cough Robby used to cover up his laugh, Jack’s gaze pinning you to the spot with a curious expression, the silence lingering just long enough for Jamie to decide he needed to fill it again.

“You know, this one” he threw an arm over your shoulder and jostled you dramatically “will not stop talking about you. It’s always Jack this and Jack that-“

“Okay and that’s enough out of you” you pushed his arm off of you as laughter spilled out of Jamie despite his best efforts to tamp it down as you sent Jack a desperate look and nodded back out into the hallway “can we”

The smirk on his face was much too smug for your liking but he complied nonetheless, following you out of Jamie’s curtained off area leaving the teen alone with Robby who you were fairly certain was giving him a fist bump as the two of you exited. You were almost out of earshot before you heard him yell out after you “Wait Jack we need to talk, what are your intentions with my mother”

“I’m going to kill him” you groaned in exasperation.

“As a mandated reporter I have a pretty good idea on how I can help you get away with it”

You snorted at the quick response, shaking your head softly as you looked up at him, properly getting a good look at the man for the first time, not realizing the two of you had been silent until it felt like it was too late, the two of you trying to break it at the same time.

“I didn’t know-“

“Jamie’s my neighbor’s kid”

The two of you stopped as soon as you recognized you were talking over the other, you chuckling softly while Jack smiled down at you.

“sorry-just-before you make the same assumption Robby did, I’m just the neighbor, was there at the right time”

“he’s lucky to have you” he spoke soft enough you almost felt the need to lean in further, encroach further on his space, you held back for now.

“He won’t think so when his mom shows up and learns he was smoking pot on the roof”

He chuckled softly at that “you two seem close”

You nodded at the implied question, a smile growing naturally on your face at the thought of it “after my brother died they kind of took me in, his mom’s the only real reason I stayed fed for months straight”

His smile dimmed slightly at that but he nodded, gaze cutting back briefly to Jamie’s room before returning to you “It’s good to have someone to lean on”

“Yeah it really is”

Another short silence stretched, you couldn’t help but notice that with Jack they hardly ever felt awkward, before he broke it “Listen I meant to call you-“

“You don’t owe me an explanation” you cut him off with a wave, Jack frowning back at you in response.

“Really I was going to call. I am going to call”

“I told you it’s fine”

“You know most people let it go after one insistence” the smug smirk was back as he threw your words back at you, you hated how well it suited him.

“Well I’m not most people”

There was a pregnant pause, Jack searching your gaze for a moment, you offering a soft huff and a smile as a silent invitation to properly end the cycle “I don’t know how he could ever stand you”

You chuckled softly at that, shaking your head, giving it a moment before responding “you know that’s a really fucked up thing to say to someone who’s brother died”

You didn’t even try to keep the smirk off your face as you said it, Jack huffing back in response as he shook his head, the corners of his mouth ticking up in response as well.

Another silence, a small comfort.

“I usually work nights” he offered up the information softly “or whenever they need me. It’s a little hard to find time to talk during the day for me”

“It’s fine whenever you find the time works” you assured him just as softly “plus I have a shit sleep schedule so don’t be afraid of calling too late”

“4am work?” You snorted in response, the speed at which he did this to you always catching you slightly off guard.

“May have to shift a few things on my calendar but I think I can pencil you in”

Jack smiled back at that, a small silence falling over the two of you before a newcomer whirled in and broke the bubble that had formed around the two of you.

“Y/N sweetheart” Jack hadn’t even realized how close he’d gotten to you until he was jumping back at the sound of the stranger’s voice, clearing just enough room for the woman to swoop in and throw her arms around your neck. “I got off as soon as I could”

“Marnie it’s okay Jamie’s fine” you were assuring her quickly with a tight hug, giving the woman a small rock before the two of you separated “he’s been a pain in my ass for the past four hours believe me the kid will live”

“Oh that sounds like him” Jamie’s mom nodded, giving your arm a final squeeze “Where is he?”

Jack, for some reason, decided it was time for him to jump in, pointing back down the hall towards Jamie’s bed “He’s just down the hall bed 20”

This seemed to be the first time the woman acknowledged his presence, her eyes widening slightly as she turned to Jack “Oh I’m so sorry you are?”

“Dr. Abbot” he introduced himself with a polite smile, extending his hand to Marnie who immediately pushed it aside.

“Oh you saved him” she exclaimed, Jack immediately recognizing where Jamie got his theatrical spirit from, before she wrapped her arms around his middle in a bone crushing hug catching him completely off guard.

He heard a muffled cackle from over the woman’s head and looked to find you hiding your laugh behind your hand. Sending you a glare as he awkwardly patted the woman’s back, Jack carefully extracted himself from the tight hug. “no actually that would be by colleague Dr. Robinavitch, he’s with your son now” he gestured down the hall towards Jamie’s bed again “he’s a huge hugger though” he added with a wink in your direction as he watched you attempt to swallow back another laugh from behind Marnie.

“Oh well thank you still” Marnie brushed off the mistake easily, giving his arm a soft squeeze before turning back to you and hooking her arm into yours, giving you little choice but to follow back to Jamie’s bedside.

He did his best to bite back the grin on his face as he heard the flurry of questions you were fielding from Marnie on the way back about the “tall, handsome doctor” but given the wolfish grin on Dana’s face when he returned to the nurses’ desk he didn’t do a great job of it.

“Worth coming in early for right?” She asked with a teasing tone, enjoying way too much the small smile on Jack’s face even as he shook his head disapprovingly.

“You’re trouble”

She cackled in response. Just as he was looking up at the board trying to choose the case that would get him away from her for the longest time possible Robby came swooping in, a slightly haggard look on his face that had Jack chuckling “I see you met Marnie”

“Do something nice for the man and he sic’s his future mother-in-law on you” Robby grumbled under his breath, Jack doing his absolute best not to choke on air at the title.

“I didn’t ask for either of you to do something nice to me” he protested as he crossed his arms over his chest “I don’t need your help”

“Clearly you need it considering you never called her” Robby sent a glare in Jack’s direction, Dana immediately jumping in with a disappointed admonishment.

“Jack”

He pointedly ignored them both, deciding instead that the next patient he laid his eyes on would work just as well.

“Dana, Jack does still keep that napkin with her number on it in the pocket of his scrubs correct” Robby asked facetiously.

“It’s either that or he’s just happy to see us”

“It’d be a little more obvious if I was just happy to see you” Jack cut in stoically, not taking his eye off the board as he spoke.

“Not sure it was us he’s happy to see” Robby ignored him with a smug grin.

“This why you called me in early, so you two could practice your comedy routine?”

“Come on what’s the issue” Dana tried to steer the conversation back on track “she’s cute, she’s single, and she’s clearly into you”

“She didn’t give me her number for that” he brushed Dana off entirely, the bitterness in his tone rose to a noticeable level for the first time that conversation making Dana and Robby share a glance “she gave me her number to talk about her dead brother, who was my best friend”

“That doesn’t necessarily mean-“ Robby tried but a yell from across the Pitt cut him off.

“Bye Jack!” Jack whirled around suddenly at the call of his name, chuckling slightly as he saw Jamie waving at him eagerly, clearly for the sole effect of embarrassing you further. Something that was obviously working as you elbowed the kid sharply to make him stop, mouthing out a silent sorry to him from across the room.

“He needs our help” Robby muttered behind him to Dana who snorted in response with a nod

“he needs our help bad”

[azzifuddfanpage]

Azzi’s shower breaks so paige tries to take a look at it and fix it but tells her she should probably just call a plumber and she can use hers until it’s fixed. What paige didn’t anticipate was running into azzi, fresh out of the shower with wet hair and a towel, and she is seemingly very okay with it…

broken pipes

note: lowkey thinking about coming out of retirement so keep the requests coming. Sorry it’s been so long 😭 also sorry this is kinda horrible I was so distracted while writing this

word count: 1.5k

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“Paige? I need help.” Azzi shouts from a few rooms away. 

Paige barely hears her over the sound of the guns blazing in the background of her video game. After the second time Azzi’s voice called out, she very reluctantly pulled off her headset watching her character get gunned down unattended. 

Paige sighed and turned her head towards the younger girls voice. 

As much as she hated to admit it, no matter what she was doing she would always drop everything for Azzi. I mean what that’s what being best friends is for… right?

In all honesty, paige, though she would deny it to anyone who even mentioned it, was 100 percent in love with Azzi. There was no doubt about it, anyone who had eyes could tell, their teammates, their families, even coach had begun to pick up on it, the way paige looked at Azzi like she was the sun in every room. 

“Ya? Watchu need Az” paige said from her rather comfy spot on the couch. 

“The water stopped coming out in the shower!” Azzi shouted back, her voice muffled by the door. 

Paige huffed and stood up from the couch and made her way over to the door. 

“I mean I can try and look at it, but you might wanna call a plumber.” Paige said through the bathroom door. 

“Ugh I didn’t get to finish washing my hair.” Azzi whines. Paige can’t help the soft smile that forms on her cheeks as she could hear the pout in Azzi’s voice. 

“I’m sorry Az you wanna finish in mine?” 

She could hear Azzi thinking through the door, she could almost see the way she cocked her head, and the way her forehead scrunched as she came up with a plan. 

“I guess so, but can u call the plumber for me?” 

“Pleasseee” Azzi begged.

Paige let out a breathy laugh, she knew that Azzi would do anything to be antisocial, so when given the opportunity paige made calls for her, even ordered for her at restaurants, she new Azzi was more than capable, but part of her liked getting to treat her like the princess she was. 

“Alright princess fine.” Paige mocked, a grin forming on her face as she stepped back a bit so Azzi could leave.

When the door to the bathroom swung open, steam escaped and the smell of lavender body wash swarmed paige’s senses. 

Her eyes found Azzi immediately, her jaw clenched as she noticed the clothing, or lack thereof, that Azzi was in. A towel, a small white towel that contrasted with the warm milky chocolate of her skin. 

Her breath hitched as she watched a drop of water slide down her chest and slide beneath the towel. 

Before she realized what she was doing Azzi let out a slight cough. Paiges eyes immediately froze as she brought her attention back to the present. 

“Like what u see paige?” Azzi asked with a smirk as she stepped closer to her. Paige felt her chest tighten and could feel the blush heating her cheeks. 

“Huh- i- uh- “ paige stuttered searching Azzi’s face for something to say. 

“Erm what did you say about the uhm shower? It’s broken?” Paige stumbled over her words but finally managed to recover that small sense of self awareness as her eyes stayed glued on a flaking piece of paint on the wall. 

For paige’s sake, thankfully Azzi didn’t continue to tease her about her obvious lack of conspicuousness when it came to ogling over Azzi’s minimally clothed body. 

Paige could feel a soft warm hand brush her shoulder gently. “Ya wanna just see if u can fix it? I know ur good at stuff like that.” Paige's whole body tensed as her eyes finally looked up. Azzi was already walking away and in the direction of paige's bathroom.

 Paige just stood there unable to move watching as Azzi walked away. She shook her head trying to snap herself back into reality once she realized she was literally staring at a closed door. 

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Azzi, though she would deny it to everyone who even looked at her funny after they saw her and paige’s “strange” friendship, was in love with paige, and had been since she was 16. The minute she saw her on team USA. 

At first Azzi tried to stuff down her feelings, she had watched paige with other girls before, supported from the sideline as she flirted, she had always thought her feelings were one sided, but for the past couple months things had begun to change. 

Azzi couldn’t quite put her finger on it, maybe she had finally just opened her eyes a little more, but she started to see things in the way Paige looked at her. 

When Azzi was across Ted’s, leaning up against the bar talking to a guy or girl, she could suddenly feel paige’s eyes boring holes into the back of her neck, she started to notice the way anytime someone got a too close to her, laughed a little to loud, brushed their arm up against her in a way that was anything more than friendly, Azzi found paige appearing at her side and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. 

Eventually Azzi stopped going up to the bar at all, they blamed it on the drinks- the way that they would sit- thighs pressed together, hands brushing each other. It was a sort of unspoken connection between the two. But Azzi new it was just the start of something, paige was just to scared to see it.

 Azzi smirked to herself as she turned on paige’s shower. If paige wasn’t going to be the one to cross the unspoken line first, well then I guess Azzi would. 

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After a couple of failed attempts Paige finally managed to get the shower to work again. 

Paige smiled confidently to herself as she shut the cabinet. 

She briskly walked back to her own bathroom to tell Azzi the good news- a sense of pride radiating off of her at her accomplishment. 

“Hey Azzi, I fixed it, u wouldn’t believe it I literally just had to tighten the pipe!” Paige said a smile beaming on her face. 

Azzi smiled from the other side of the door, she could hear how proud paige was- and as a good best friend she wasn’t about to ruin her high. So she did what any good friend would do…

“Oh that’s awesome paige! I knew u were the one to ask- hey do u uhm- think u could help me with something else.” Azzi asked, her voice sounding a little smaller as she finished her sentence.

“Course what’s up?” Paige said immediately. 

Azzi was silent for a minute before she said, “Can u come in here.” 

Paige opened the door a bit confused.

Her eyes found Azzi’s immediately, Azzi didn’t say anything, she just walked over and reached to lock the bathroom door. 

“I need help paige.” Azzi said with a smirk. 

“U think u can help me. Did so good already.” Azzi said her lips brushing paige’s neck as she whispered into her ear. 

Paige felt goosebumps spread along her neck from where Azzi’s breathe had lingered. 

Azzi leaned back trying to silently judge paige’s reaction from the way her face looked. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open a little, and when she opened them, there was nothing but pure love in them as she leaned in and connected their lips. 

It was a kiss of passion, and years of lost time, paige walked her backwards until her back was up against the wall of the shower, their lips meshing together methodically. Azzi sighed into paige’s mouth as she felt her tongue slide against her own. 

When they finally pulled apart, a little breathless, Paige just shook her head in amusement.

“Took you long enough.” Paige said. 

Azzi smacked her teasingly, “at least I finally did something.” Azzi said. 

Paige cocked her eyebrow. “So what was it u needed help with.” Paige said with a smirk, letting her eyes scan down Azzi’s body that was covered only by a small towel. 

Azzi matched her energy leaning back in, pulling her in by her shirt so she could feel paige’s breath on her lips. 

Without saying anything Azzi kept her eyes on paige’s lips and let her towel drop to her ankles. Paige’s eyes stayed on Azzi’s. 

“U sure pretty” paige whispered her hand falling lower on Azzi’s waist. 

Azzi said nothing, just let herself begin to strip off paige’s clothes, telling her to lift her arms so she could rip off her t shirt and sports bra, so they were both completely bare. 

“How bout you show me how well this shower works huh?” Azzi whispers against paige’s lips. 

“Say less.” Paige says connecting their lips again and turning the shower on before finally making up for all the lost years. 

[juniminabloom]

Bittersweet: Dark Cacao Cookie X Reader

The bedroom was always quiet when you were in it.

There was no music, there was no laughter, there was only an echoing silence that remained no matter what. It was only silent when you were alone, though, since you were usually always alone in your bedroom. Whenever he’d come in to rest, sleep, anything- he’d make little noise, and all you’d be able to hear was the sound of his breathing as he rested. Not that he ever relaxed. 

He was always busy watching over his subjects and his kingdom. The raging sea nearby, the dangers that could rise, problems the people would encounter: he’d take care of each and every mishap that could harm the kingdom. His mighty sword was always by his side, and so were his right-hand men. You were not a right-hand man. You were his wife.

He’d come into the bedroom looking exhausted, and it was hard to tell when he wasn’t. He was a cold and overprotective man, and he was the hardest-working cookie you knew. It was admirable; his dedication to the kingdom and his people was above and beyond. But his dedication to you began to falter. Ever since the Dark Flour War and his son being exiled, he wasn’t the same man that you fell in love with. He didn’t laugh anymore, he grew strict, and he rarely let his emotions show. Everything he had gone through caused his dough to grow stiff. His soul jam rested in his sword, and that seemed to be where his heart rested, too. 

You’d try everything to gain a smile from him again, but none of your attempts had worked yet. Caramel Arrow Cookie could smile, and she did. Crunchy Chip Cookie would crack a grin every now and then. His soldiers could still have a good time. Those cookies worked just as hard to protect the kingdom, and they could still have a laugh. Why couldn’t he do that too?

You didn’t feel jealous or angry at them doing what he couldn’t. It only made you sad. If he was your husband, why didn’t he treat you like his wife? 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You lay on top of the bed, your loose-fitting tank mingling with the covers. You were in your pajamas, waiting for Dark Cacao Cookie to come to bed. It was late at night, and the sun had set long ago. Finally, you heard the doorknob jingle and the door opened. Dark Cacao Cookie sighed and bowed his head. He didn’t speak to you; he just worked to remove his armor to settle down and fall asleep. You frowned. “Nothing to say?” You asked with a snarky tone, visibly annoyed. “Is it just another night of silence, sleep, and then work again? A rinse-and-repeat cycle?”

He looked at you with nothing to say. His eyes seemed weary, the bags and wrinkles on his face creasing with a slight sense of sorrow. He looked sorry, though he didn’t say it out loud. You got up out of bed to walk over to him. He was much taller than you- he was a well-built man, with smooth muscles and a strong face. He stood up straight, looking down at you. His brows furrowed and his eyes looked dull.

“Is everything okay?” You asked gently, feeling a bit guilty for your attitude. He took a deep breath and grasped your hand. “Every minute not by your side… do you know what it does to me?” “I, huh?”

 “Every second I am not in your presence is suffocating. It’s as if I can feel something shake when I am away, and it only resides once I am in your presence. I can count the hours, the days, the months protecting my kingdom, but I cannot count the hours you wait for me.” He spoke with a deep, unwavering tone, and his face crinkled as he looked at you. He did not break his tough character; he only let it crack just enough so you’d see he wasn’t lying.

A soft smile grew on your lips. You reached up, caressing his face. “I know, dear, I know. It’s just- I wish you’d give a little more to me. You’re always so busy with the kingdom… and I miss you. And I know you know how much I do.” You sighed, taking your hand off his face. “What if, just for one day, you lay down the sword? Just be my husband for the day.” 

Dark Cacao Cookie stiffened. “I need to protect my kingdom. My kingdom needs me. I cannot just put my sword down…”

“Please.” You looked up at him, your pleading eyes touching deep in his jam. “I miss my husband. And I know how protective you are, but I also know that everyone can take care of the kingdom for a while. Caramel Arrow Cookie is strong and intelligent. I have no doubt she could defend while you are away. And Crunchy Chip Cookie! He admires you, and he would never let you down with the kingdom in his hands. All your soldiers, subjects, everyone- they are all strong enough to uphold everything. You put so much trust into your people. They put so much trust in you. You’re their king.”

Dark Cacao Cookie fell silent, frowning and looking away from you. He sighed, then turned his head to face you again. “I guess one day… couldn’t be so bad.” He released your hand from his grasp to hold your waist. He pulled you in close, hugging you gently. He bowed his head to rest on top of yours, exhaling softly as he held you. “The bed is warm, my dear.” You giggled. “Are you tired now?”

You tried to pull away to head to bed, but he held you tighter. “Just a few minutes more…” he mumbled softly. “Just a few minutes more.”

[dogydayz]

I have SO many feelings about Skids and Swerve too

I just dunno how to word them gnajakak

For my that I'm working on that is Swerve centric, Skids plays a MAJOR part in Swerve's story and I had to sit down with my friend to study his character and there is SO MUCH I could go on about him!

One major part is how he hates sitting back and doing nothing, but being forced to do so and watch anyway. Due to his trauma that he forgot, but very much still affects him, where he was forced to witness the people he thought he had just saved die.

Skids looked the WORST during the Swearth arc. Like, he looked more miserable seeing Swerve suffer than when he was reliving his trauma istg

Also this scene

Look at how he's so tenderly holding Swerve's face-

And this one too

IT TOOK ME A BIT TO NOTICE BUT SKIDS IS HOLDING SWERVE'S OTHER HAND AND UGH!

Also, look at him piggy backing Tailgate

He also would and has thrown punches for the people he cares for and very easily resorts to violence for them

Also Swerve calls Skids his best friend and would do everything to save his friend and even cried panicking for him (we don't see his visor doing the lil corner tear thing often)

And he also is always so concerned about Skids in general he also gets a lil aggressive when it comes to his friends

And just AAAAAAAAAAAA

I DONT THINK PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THEIR FRIENDSHIP ENOUGH WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE THEY'RE ALWAYS IGNORED WHEN THEIR FRIENDSHIP WAS SUCH A BIG PART IN SO MANY MOMENTS!!!!!!

Ahem

Anyway

Sorry for the ramble I just get a lil passionate about them and I just think more people need to do more stuff about them or know about them 😌

And this isn't even all I have to say, but a lot of it is relating to my au that ties into canon and stuff I explore in general in the story and that is a whole other ramble in itself gkdkakaak

Hope ya don't mind this long ass ask tho TuT

I LOVE THIS!!! Ill be entirely real i dont often go back thru the comic because of how painful so many parts are (it makes me cry really easily) so youve been able to describe it soooo much better than i have. I adore them. i literally adore them. Skids cares so much for people. It’s WHY his trauma affected him so horribly. oh, and also? when he was literally DYING, his only thought was to try to GET TO BRAINSTORM. TO TELL HIM WHAT HAD HAPPENED. TO ADMIT TO IT HAVING BEEN HIS OWN DOING. HE DIDNT EVEN CARE ABOUT HIMSELF!!! Skids’ EVERYTHING is utterly agonizing to me. in my story when he gets revived and everyone is freaking out in unadulterated joy, Nautica feels horrendous because she cant seem to make herself feel more excited to see him again (due to the whole grief thing). And she tries to apologize, but he just grabs her by the shoulders and is like “I literally COULD NOT CARE LESS about that! I’m alive, and all of you still are too-! That’s all I care about, you’re all okay!!”

Swerve will probably break down seeing him back tbh. that shit fucked him up. He was like, noticeably more nervous and such after all of that went down (and can we talk about the fact that Cyclonus basically took over in standing up for Swerve and comforting him? Like. FUCK man. goddamn it. im going to be violently ill about all of them.)

[keykite]

did something happen to the official wtcd tumblr account or is my wifi being a cunt again ????? i was trying to get the argument armamnet sprites :(

im so fucking mad anon

[naarisz]

Dream in red

[cassowariess]

I know the writers gave Nacho's character huge amounts of iconography and symbolism, and the flower is the one that's mentioned/referenced the most, but my favourite has to be this shot in which the "halo" doesn't quite reach his head.

Like yeah, he died a sacrificial lamb, a martyr and a twisted christ figure, but he'll never be a saint.

[autumnnnsun]

I see a lot of analysis about Riku but I think the thing that's kinda missing in discussions about him (and by extension, his relationship with Iori and Tenn) is his disability. His respiratory disorder may be undescribed and is shown to be improving but it still makes him a disabled person canonically and I think that slightly adds a bit more to the analysis of him as a character. As an example, I see a lot of people talk about the difference between him and Tenn with Riku as somebody that only takes while Tenn as somebody that only gives. There's a scene that really exemplifies Tenn's act of only giving and that was when he was telling Riku to quit due to getting sick from all the stress of being an idol. This makes sense to Tenn because that was how he showed support to Riku when they were kids, Tenn is very cold here but, in my opinion, he's essentially saying, "Stop hurting yourself, I'll do all the hard idol work, you should just quit and be happy with your friends." Here he thinks he's giving Riku a chance to be happy in a way that won't hurt him. Already this is not the best thing to say to somebody whose just trying to pursue their dream but with Riku's disability in mind there's another layer to it. I don't know how else to say this without sounding like I hate Tenn so bare with me, Tenn is basically telling Riku he can't be an idol because he's disabled. I was always bothered by this scene and I couldn't put my finger on it until I realised that Tenn is being accidentally subtly ableist here. This is simply not how you show support to a person with a disability, it's just kinda patronising to tell a disabled person that their disability is going to kill them. Telling a disabled person who is trying to chase a dream to simply stop because of a hurdle caused by their disability is not really support even if it makes sense to Tenn because of just who he is as a person and his past with Riku. When the I7 members and the manager changed centers to help Riku out, make sure to keep the place as clean as possible to not trigger his disorder or offer him warm tea/drinks to make sure he can perform the best he can, that is actual support. They're actually being accommodating to Riku's disability instead of making him not do anything at all.

I say all this not to say that Riku's entire character is his disability, but I hope I've shown how acknowledging it adds more to the discussion surrounding him and his relationships and just makes everything more interesting!

[empiireans]

guess what? my brainrot for them made me do fanfiction (and my ao3 debut lol)

check it out!

[buglaur]

🔖 pictures from the family photo album

[mamawasatesttube]

coming out as boring or whatever but i must admit. i don't actually find boomer-sitcom-esque "i hate my wife"/"my partner is annoying and naggy"/"its cute and quirky to shit on my partner" jokes funny even if you make them gay. sorry. but its my truth.

[reminiscentrainclouds]

They infect my art history notes once more.

[loopyarts]

At last my copy of the game has finally arrived and I thought I would share some screenshots of my favourite boy Shouma Ginzaki page from the artbook.

Look at him, he’s so adorable my sweet very mentally ill flower boy.

[dailyloweffortpace]

Day 83: bros....

[lilac-cat-draws]

Haven't drawn my LoP oc in a while so why not make some dramatic art of him, got inspired by one of the game's official art for this

[buggitino]

more headcanons about sebastian solace from the hit game pressure roblox

back on my bullshit and i promise i only talk about The Situation a little bit

☆ his third arm is more sensitive than the other two (i'm thinking that either the USHD doctors fucked something up during the operation OR it grew in wrong, nerve endings closer to the epidermis and whatnot, something like that)

☆ just hates being touched in general, he’d rather initiate that contact (need an update where he gently —> not very gently shakes expendables off (depending on whether and how much they’ve annoyed/flashbanged him) when they climb him) ☆☆ part of this is due to trauma, he cant trust anyone to touch him without hurting him ☆☆ the other part is that he’s got that fucking dawg in him (i’ll get to this in a second)

☆ unlike what his new voice lines are starting to suggest about his character (i’m not gonna talk about zerum again because i think everyone knows what's happening at this point and ive already thrown in my two cents) he does NOT hate the expendables. literally his first line upon meeting him in his shop has him calling himself your friend (as strained of a connection as it may be, he could very easily not offer items, not share documentation/info, and just take the expendables data and hoard anything he picks up to make it harder for them to get to the crystal) (like yes, it's a mutually beneficial relationship but if sebastian didn't care about or sympathize with the expendables to some extent, it wouldn't be). i really do think he just has a short fuse (i'm not going to bring up trauma again, however-) and says things he doesn't mean (e.g. “they deserved it. and frankly so do the rest of you.” (im coping with the mischaracterization of these new lines leave me alone)) as a means of protecting himself and pushing the expendables further away (both physically and emotionally)

☆ he’ll act like a brat once they’re done, but he lets younger expendables sleep in his shop (he cares about them but would never in a million years let them know that) ☆☆ if a younger one comes in with a bunch of adult expendables, he’ll treat them all the same but will secretly slip the younger one some extra batteries, gauze, something unnoticeable (he feels especially responsible for the younger male expendables cause they remind him of his little brother)

☆ sometimes he thinks he can hear his family's voices on the radio, just under all the static, calling out for him like a search party would. he used to cry over this but he almost got caught once by an expendable coming into the shop so he does his best to tune it out. it’s hard. guilt pulls at his stomach every time he hears a clip of his family, begging for him to come home, to respond, something, anything, and he ignores it.

☆ autism (cause i said so) - i'm including this one for the sole reason that he does the dinosaur thing with his third arm and generally keeps his hands clasped together in the secret dinosaur position (he just like me fr) ☆☆ hates bright lights (the only light he uses/allows in his shop is the one he emits) (its a very soft/warm hue as opposed to the bright fluorescents throughout the rest of the facility) (not to bring up the flash beacon, obviously nobody likes getting flashbanged and he's got angler eyes but sTILL)

☆ he used to hate eating fish (pre-op) and now he’s pissed cause it’s all he has available and the DNA changes made it so fish is the yummiest tastiest thing in the world (i like imagining him actively fighting the urge to eat whatever fish he’s cooked in one bite cause he refuses to acknowledge that he's changed on a level that isn't physical/appearance-based)

☆ calls grown adults “kiddo” (even the ones that are older than him) ☆☆ he gets a certain kind of joy from seeing the 40/50/60 year old expendables try to figure out just how old he is after they get called “kiddo”. it’s extra fun for him when they’ve clearly already heard the rumors and/or gotten a glimpse of his file

☆ the ring is just an accessory, a bracelet on the floor or in a locker he found and liked. assumed nobody was gonna claim it and kept it (shoutout to @/lotus.eaterr on tik tok for this one!!!!)