#tapps ask

[tappioca]

haha thanks for the reply :) the main reason i decided to ask you is actually bc of anam cara btw, i was just like "damn the author of anam cara thinks like this??? but then writes anam cara? smth doesnt add up here 🤔". glad to know this is the same person LOL anyway yeah i have been with anam cara for 20.3(?) chapters now and a couple days ago i think i just made the biggest decision in my fiction reading career and that is to drop it (omg how insane is that that im publicly announcing to the author that ey yo im not reading yo fic no more lolll but i've decided to send you an ask so here we are)

you wrote absolutely beautiful and the seccs sometimes hit so hard but at one point i think it's too heavy of a story for me :'( i love long fics but this one is just too heavy on the infidelity that my conservative little brain just cant take it. and i dont mean leon and ash cheating on other ppl with eachother, but leon and ash cheating on eachother with other ppl. obviously that's not true bc they arent in a relationship, but for a leshley fic where it's expected for them to be with one another, i didnt expect to read that during times when they dont do it, they do it with other ppl. and then ash also dates/sleeps with other ppl while she's doing it with leon and when he's celibate, like ughhh it physically pains me 😭😭

but yeah that is my personal feeling and preference while reading fics; i just dont want to know that my favs are getting it from other ppl, im not interested to hear their past and especially not interested in knowing that they still do it in the present. when i read smth i just want the focus to be on them, bc consuming fiction is about comfort and that is what brings me comfort.

a long ask (a long confession more like) but im glad i could be honest and upfront with you. im still super in love with ur art bc like i said i like it when the focus is on them and GODDAMN does your art do that with those preggo ashley pieces uwuu 😚 see you on twitter ♥️ (but you wont know who i am haha 😈)

hewwo again haha thank u for ur honesty :^) first off thank u for reading that thing like at all 😭 😭 also if i sound self-slammy when describing that thing over the course of this answer just know it’s bc talking about that thing elicits in me a certain kind of visceral reaction. makes me really self-conscious 😭 i call it “AC, my son, whom i hate” / flaming horseshit / word vomit brain baby. love that thing though tho

special spot @ the “damn the author of anam cara thinks like this??? but then writes anam cara? smth doesnt add up here 🤔” remark, made me laugh hahahaha ikr!!

anyway hey ME TOO 🤝 my ass hella conservative as well! oh boy you have no idea. every chapter is about 30% pushing through religious guilt aside from going against the common sense of "what decent person would do this". tell you what though, tbh it’s also why it’s in the direction it is taking now: so anyone who’s been made uncomfortable by the entire premise (myself included) and has stuck with the thing would think “ohhh so we weren’t just fucking around…we’re also finding out 🤔”

additionally, though a bit off-tangent but if this helps substantiate the reason why it's "heavy"- everyone i knew who told me they read that thing was only either rooting for them or could only see a make/break dichotomy. whole time i’ve been sitting with the Secret Third Thing which was playing the long game (read: reckoning, among other things. lmao). it’s also why there are bits and pieces of how their respective lines of work have affected the fate of the world in there. ashley’s research, her NGO successfully getting reparations for the relatives of those who were zombified in raccoon city, united nations mention in ch. 21… and on leon's side of things, DSO and BSAA "harmonizing", some throwaway lines about biowarfare in asia, etc. … plot backdrop elements i hope i can write neatly in the ending bc part of the reason why they've been tweaking for 200k+ words is bc of the world they live in. obviously these last few are headcanons and how i’d wish capcom could give cohesion to the overarching world-building. i just care a lot i'm sorry ngahhhh 😭

also re: preference. oh absolutely! i respect it ✊ we consume fanfiction for comfort, not for additional stress. life is already painful enough haha! (just that i wanted that thing to be character-driven that's why they be making "tf is u doing girl??" kinda choices. in my head, them normalizing that they could just sleep with other ppl while being in that godforsaken situationship was also their way of minimizing the gravity of how down bad and doomed they actually are.)

also about the “cheating on each other” thing — i hear ya. though on my end it’s more of.. hmm how to say. you ever read gabriel garcia marquez’s love in the time of cholera? basically it’s a story of two lovers who met when they were young but the woman gets married to someone else for like ~50 years. the whole time the dude sleeps with many (MANY) women but his heart is reserved only for fermina daza (the female mc). i lowkey paid homage to that book when ashley said to leon in ch. 14 “i came, but not in the way that it mattered” (not gonna include the context, this answer is taking too long already) hehe does that make sense

imma Be Real talking abt that fic is lowkey embarrassing ‘cause the way it’s so elaborate you’d think it’s a book 😭 cringe 😭😭 but also like. i gotta answer too as best and honestly as i can in courtesy to you 😭

but all in all thank youuu for just rolling with whatever nonsense i decide to make. oh best believe the art are gonna be weshwii-centric ('cause drawing takes more time to lay out); it's just in the writing that i decide to put them through the worst hehe + i hope my answers here made sense 😭

very much thank for the generous compliments, so kind of you! and if you ever feel like picking it up again you’ll know where to find it anyway :^) have a good one & take care & see youuu on twitter!

[slashthrashandcrash]

Dathaniel and Amandy in 2v8 mode together??? They are crouching in some grass together <33

when the teacher pairs you and your bestie up together for a class project

[hsw3k]

oh sweet I found Adam's email address

do you think the Saw bathroom has wi-fi?

[spontaneousglitterbees]

for korekiyo can we have 10H yo-yo?

[For an ask meme]

For some reason 10H gives me flashbacks to the mock accident PSA I did in highschool where I got all fake-bloodied up and afterward had a coupon for an orange smoothie while I was waiting to get picked up so IDK what Kiyo is doing here but thats the vibe

[spring-vibes-only]

Dear @spring-vibes-only ,

Quick question. What are your favorite Gordon Cleave lines from the books?

Sincerely yours,

@kissorkill16

HI IM ACTUALLY SO GLAD YOU ASKED OMGGGGGGG

OKAY OKAY

Also not a quote but

[jackienautism]

for the saw requests, perhaps Tapp and Sing? :3

i didnt like how the first one came out so you get 2👍

you got me thinking abt them so enjoy some angst i guess. they make me sad. there mmight be too much going on in the second one but oh well

[kittyscabin]

What are your thoughts on Tapp and Sing from the first SAW film?

i like em! i don't have THAT many thoughts about them or anything but funny enough i DO already have cat designs in mind (specifically tapp as a ticked tabby and sing as a tuxedo)

sidenote but one of my favorite stupid details that's forever ingrained itself in my mind is sing's dumbass pants that don't fit him

[thatoneluckybee]

BEE THE OMEGAVERSE CHAPTER IS SO FUNNY DONT SKIP IT

I AM NOT READING THAT ON MY SCHOOL WIFI CHAOS.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hey

Can you write a one shot where Bucky and reader have a daughter. One day when reader and their little daughter are at home and Bucky is at the compound or on a mission, reader accidentally hurts herself. She says something like this to the daughter :"Don't tell daddy." But later when Bucky comes home she says something to Bucky and he immediately gets worried. And then maybe some cuddle time with the Barnes Family.

Thank you in advance 💗

Mommy Hurt » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Husband/Dad/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Daisy

Summary: Bucky gets worried when he finds out from his daughter that Y/N got hurt while he was on a mission.

Warnings: Fluff, language, small injury, brief mention of blood, hugs and kisses, cuddling, uses of nicknames/pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @lives-in-midgard 🩵 I had fun writing this🥰

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found this one on Pinterest.

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” Yours and Bucky’s 3 year old daughter Daisy comes running in the kitchen with a piece of paper in her hands. “Look what I draw!” She says, holding the picture up for you to see.

“It’s beautiful, sweetie. Tell me about.” You say, looking down at her.

“This is daddy. This is mommy. This is Pine Pine. This is me.” She says, point to each stick figure in the picture.

You were trying your best to do the dishes and pay attention to what Daisy was saying which probably wasn’t the best idea, because the next thing you know, you felt a sharp pain in your hand. You gasped and dropped the knife you had in your other hand in the sink, clutching your hand in your other one.

“Mommy?” Daisy tapping on your leg. “What happened?” She asks, looking up at you.

“I-I’m fine, baby.” You tried your best to not cry in front of your daughter. “Mommy cut herself.” You tell her.

You slowly opened your hand to see a small cut on the palm of your hand with a little bit of blood coming out of it. You grabbed a kitchen towel that was next to the sink and put it on your hand, applying pressure.

“Mommy have a boo boo?” Daisy asks.

“Just a little one.” You say.

You crouched down to her height and gave her a hug.

“Don’t tell daddy.” You tell her.

“No tell daddy.” She says.

“Good girl.” You smiled and kissed her cheek. “Why don’t you go watch cartoons in the living room and I’ll be there in a few minutes.” You tell her.

“Ok, mommy!” Daisy says, running off to the living room.

You went to the bathroom and got the first aid kit out from underneath the sink. You cleaned out the cut with alcohol and wrapped some gauze around it and taped it with medical tape. You put the first aid kit away and went to the living room to see that Daisy put on Barbie. You took a seat next to her and watched it with her.

A couple days later, Bucky came home from a week long mission. Bucky frowns in confusion when he didn’t see you and Daisy greet him immediately like the two of you normally do.

“Where are my girls?” Bucky’s voice echos through the house.

Bucky heard Daisy’s little footsteps running towards him.

“Daddy!” Daisy says excitedly.

“There’s my baby girl!” Bucky says happily as he picked up Daisy.

Bucky gave her a bunch of hugs and kisses, making her giggle.

“Mommy hurt.” She tells him.

“What?” Bucky felt his heart drop, thinking that something bad happened to you while he was on the mission. “Where is mommy?” He asks her.

“Kitchen.” Daisy says, pointing towards the kitchen.

Bucky walks in the kitchen with Daisy in his arms to see you putting groceries away.

“Bucky, you’re home!” You smile widely and hugged him.

“Are you ok?” Bucky asks with worry in his voice.

“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked.

“Daisy told me you got hurt.” He says.

“I told her not to tell you.” You say, looking at your daughter.

“Sowwy, mommy.” Daisy says, feeling bad.

“It’s ok, sweetie.” You say, moving a piece of hair from her face.

Daisy tapped on Bucky’s shoulder, telling him that she wants down. When Bucky put her down, she ran to her play room.

“Show me.” He says.

“Babe, it’s nothing.” You say.

“Doll…” He says.

You sighed and took the gauze off of your left hand and showed him the cut on the palm of your hand that was starting to scab up. Bucky gently took your hand in his and inspected it.

“How did you cut yourself?” Bucky asks.

“I was doing the dishes while looking at a picture Daisy drew and I cut myself with a knife.” You explained.

Bucky felt relieved, knowing that you’re fine. He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it softly, making you smile. Then he kissed you passionately.

“How about I properly patch up your hand.” Bucky says.

Bucky led you upstairs to yours and his bedroom. You took a seat on the bed while Bucky got the first aid kit from the bathroom. He came out of the bathroom and sat down next to you. He cleaned it with alcohol and wrapped it with gauze, also making sure it wasn’t too tight and tapped it with medical tape. He brought your hand up to his lips again and kissed it softly.

“Better?” Bucky asks.

“All better.” You say, leaning forward to kiss him.

“I’m taking you to the Compound tomorrow so Bruce can take a look at it.” He says.

“Fine.” You say with a playful pout.

Bucky kisses your lips once more, but the kiss was interrupted when Daisy came running in the bedroom.

“Hey!” Daisy shouts, getting yours and Bucky’s attention. “Up!” She says, doing grabby hands at her daddy.

You and Bucky smiled at her cuteness. Bucky picked her up and placed her in between the two of you.

“I draw something!” Daisy shows you and Bucky a picture. “This is daddy. This is mommy. This is Pine Pine. This is me. Me and Pine Pine are superheros like daddy in this one.” She tells you guys.

“It’s beautiful, princess.” Bucky says, kissing the top of her head.

You guys heard Alpine meow loudly as she jumped up on the bed. You guys gave Alpine some lovings before laying down with Daisy in between you and Bucky and Alpine on the pillow next to Bucky’s head.

“I wuv you, daddy. I wuv you, mommy.” Daisy says, kissing yours and Bucky’s cheeks.

“We love you too, baby.” You and Bucky say, kissing her cheeks.

Bucky turned on Barbie for Daisy while you guys cuddled for the rest of the night. Bucky couldn’t ask for anything better than this.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[bigbonbonya]

Literally Adam's signature song after he was asked by David Tapp to keep an eye on Lawrence😼

[pomegranatesarchive]

haiii is there where i do the menu thing??!

if yes, i would LOVE to order a shrimp cocktail with a side of harry potter, thank you.

thank you for ordering 🫶

shrimp cocktail: “you're telling me that you've only had one crush your entire life? that's bullshit. tell me who it is."

view the menu here!

Harry never really had time for crushes, he was too busy, too busy daydreaming about not living in a cupboard, then too busy worrying about what his new witch school would be like, then too busy saving said witch school.

So no, he had never had a crush on a girl before.

That was until he met you.

It was confusing at first, not knowing how to pinpoint his feelings, heck, not knowing what he was feeling.

But after some self-reflecting, he came to the conclusion that indeed, he had a crush on you. His first real crush.

And of course, he wasn't going to tell you, god no. You were way out of his league, he had no chance. Plus, you two were already friends, why ruin that?

It was a late Tuesday afternoon, you two were in the common room, supposed to be studying, when Harry dropped the bomb.

“You're telling me that you've only had one crush your entire life? that's bullshit. Tell me who it is." you gasped, leaning forward in surprise.

Harry laughed awkwardly, resisting the urge to starch his neck, "Yeah--I mean it's not a big deal."

"It is a big deal!" you rebutted instantly, "We're young! Were supposed to have like a billion crushes!"

"Oh yeah? Who have you got a crush on?" Harry laughed, immediately regretting his question. Why did he love torturing himself? He did not want to hear about you and the possibility of someone else being together. It made him sick even thinking about it.

"Lets see," you tappe dyoru chin in thought, "Fist we have Oliver--"

"Wood?!" Harry yelled out in surprise, catching the attention of a few students, he shrunk into his seat, whispering "Like my captain, Wood?"

You nodded with a smirk, "I admire his commitment to caring about nothing else other than quittach."

"I care about quittach," Harry piped up, once again immdetialy regreeting it.

"Really?" you smirked, leaning towards him, he pretended not to notice the way your eyes flickered to his lips.

"Y-yeah."

"Hm?" you pursed your lips, pulling back, Harry physically fought the urge to chase after you, "Well there's him, then both Weasley twins. Oh, then Draco!"

Harry shot you a dirty look, and you laughed, "Calm down, that was before he came to Hogwarts and turned into a duche."

You paused, "Anyways that's some."

"Cool.." Harry awkwardly nodded.

You laughed, shaking your head, "What?" Harry asked, awkwardly laughing along.

"Nothing.." you smiled, "It's just...you arent very good at hiding your distaste about me liking other boys."

Harry jumped to defend himself, "It's not—No! Really..I just—" he breathed heavily, "Really I don’t—"

"You don't what?" you cut him off, "Have a crush on me?"

"Noooo..." Harry tried, shrinking into himself, he felt his body turn hot and he wanted nothing more but to run out of the room.

"Noooo..." you mocked him, "It's okay Harry, we can talk about it whenever you want!" you picked up your quill, shooting him a smile.

"W-we can?"

"Of course!" you started, "After all I am your first and only crush."

"You're not!" Harry tried again. Although he couldn't help but feel a bit giddy, you knew about his crush and didnt seem disgusted, that was definitely a good thing.

"Whatever you say, Harry. Whatever you say."

[tappioca]

hi idk if ur still on tumblr anymore but i wanna stay incognito for this ask lmao its not anything too serious but its not an ask that i want to do unanonnymously either. anyway i saw your tweet about how you see aeon has the most intimate sex and eagleone has the most horny sex and i know this is an opinion and all but im shocked that you think that to say the least 😭 i thought it is unanimously agreed that their bond was first and foremost tender and sweet and not based on horny vibes. if anything aeon has more sexual energy than leshley so yeah nothing crazy but if you feel like it i want to hear how you interpret their dynamic. reading that you see leshley's dynamic as just horniness kinda hurts y'know but to each their own i guess.

hiii ahahaha i think it depends on the time of day/my mood/the music i’m listening to!! also depends on the headspace i’m in. don’t take offense at whatever i say, i just be saying anything. also i believe cleon got a mention in that tweet as the most plap plap plap one?

oh yes weshwii are def sweet and cute but yk sometimes i’m just a pervert with a dream and i want condor one to rearrange baby eagle’s guts in a manner that should be scientifically studied 😔 ✋

yknow, in my head, so we all know ashley is a one-off character yeah? i know that and the most canon they’ll be is in my heart, but what i will *not* let go of is that they’ve hooked up at least once. anddd yeah sure it was cute but MAN. it was probably unrehearsed, unplanned, rushed. a lot of it was driven by Da hornZ. like 30% “hey we’ve known each other for a while and i’m comfortable with you” kinda cute and 70% “i’ve always been curious how you taste like.” however—it’s worth noting that i only think that if i have to stick by every kind of cold logic canon has given us.

but if we read a bit into their soft uwu during in-game dialogue and get high as kites on copium though? ashley would be such a good fit for leon. they’re pals, they’ve trauma bonded, probs processed spain together once they got on home soil, they’re both aware they’re lookers. ashley would try to be there for leon knowing how wtf his job is. it’s why i make domestic art of them! :D

(also, this is gonna come off as some weird self-plug but i assure you i wouldn’t link it if i didn’t think this explains it best— how i see weshwii—like the genesis of their post-spain bond and how their romance progresses … i’ve poured most of it into this fic i’m writing. just some caveats: obviously without the cheating + start at chapter 2 if you’re opening it + that thing is so godforsakenly long, feel you can stop at chapter 10 lol).

all in all i ship weshwii in a way that has RANGE. i don’t think there’s strictly “one way” i headcanon them 🤔 you want leon being unprofessional and humping the brains out of her mid-mission? i’m your guy. you want them just going at it like animals? i’m there. you want them having cute boinking and being fluffy in general? i’m your guy. i like to think that the many ways i’ve drawn them explains how i see them. no really clear cut way.

aeon def does have more sexual energy but sometimes i do think that all that pining will translate over to a lot of 🥺🥺🥺 in bed, especially on leon’s part. ‘cause he’s a bit of a sucker like that. i mean hell me too that beautiful enigmatic woman who keeps leaving me decides to sleep with me 2nyte then leave me in a few… i’d be crying while railing her brains out 🤝

cleon nasty secks though 👍 i dunnuw for some reason i once saw an art of them boinking and swearing at each other and it’s never left my head since so it’s probably that.

ngl i’m answering this as i’m just abt to sleep so i hope all this :v makes sense HAHA.

anyway if u got anything in mind feel free to hmu for ideas or just straight up c0mm me (now THIS is a plug haha) if there’s something you feel so strongly about. write or draw i’m open for ideas!!

thanks for your honesty and for being courteous about it. wish there were more people like you in fandom spaces. have a good one! 🫶

[reiding-writing]

SANCTUARY — SPENCER REID!

Spencer has a rough night.

spencer reid x gn!reader | 1.7k | hurt/comfort | book fayre !!

WARNINGS | spencer’s drug addiction, withdrawal descriptions, needles, track marks

part one.

main masterlist. | event masterlist.

a/n — thank you for the love 🫶🫶 (i accidentally deleted the ask but i had it screenshotted thank god)

When you offered Spencer the spare room in your apartment so he wouldn’t have to be alone during the worst of his withdrawals, he was so grateful he cried.

Now though, he was beginning to wonder if it was really all that good of an idea.

Spencer couldn’t help it, really. The drug cravings he was dealing with were intense. He would try and try, but nothing was working— not gum, not candy, not freezing cold showers or sleeping 18 straight hours.

It didn’t help that the withdrawal symptoms were getting worse. He was exhausted, his stomach was in tangles, headaches pounding incessantly behind his eyes.

It was getting harder and harder to resist each passing minute. As he desperately looked around your apartment for something, anything, to get the drug-induced itch out of the back of his mind, he decided he couldn’t do this anymore.

Desperate, Spencer slowly made his way to your room. He knew that you would probably be asleep, but he didn’t care. He slowly pushed open your door and crept into your room, trying not to trip over anything in the shrouded darkness shielding you from a disturbance to your slumber.

He gingerly sat down next to your sleeping form, gently shaking your shoulder to rouse you, and after a few moments, you slowly began to stir, slowly blinking your eyes open and looking up at the shadowed figure by your side.

You take a sharp breath in through your nose as you wake, blinking the sleep harshly from your eyes. “Spencer? Are you okay?”

At the sound of your tired voice, Spencer tensed up slightly. Even in the low light of the room, he could see the sleep-filled haze in your eyes, and a little guilt tugged in the back of his mind. But the need for his drug was too strong to care about minor things like that.

“No,” He whispered back bluntly.

You clear the sleep from your throat as you edge yourself upright, dragging your knuckles over your eyelids. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes traced the tired way you wiped your eyes, only furthering his guilt. But again, the craving and the need for his internal torture to stop overpowered that feeling.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Spencer stated almost desperately, avoiding eye contact with you.

You exhale slowly.

“Spencer,”

He still refused to look at you, staring at his own trembling hands and scratching at the inside of his elbow.

With each second that passed, the need for a needle in his skin only grew stronger, and it was starting to become hard to keep resisting the urge.

“Look at me,” You tapp the side of his chin with your finger, a gentle gesture for him to turn his gaze towards you.

He slowly raised his gaze to your face, and you could clearly see how exhausted he was. Dark bags hung heavily under his eyes from lack of sleep, and his body was wracked with tremors from the withdrawal symptoms.

Seeing your sympathetic expression, his guilt only increased. It was like you knew exactly what he was going to say, and he didn’t know if that scared or embarrassed him more.

“I-,“ He started, his voice wavering. “I need-“

“Spencer,” You shake your head at him softly. “No…”

For a moment, he wanted to be angry, to scream and demand you understand his situation. But as he took in the weary yet sympathetic look on your face, a wave of shame passed over him.

“Please,” He whispered hoarsely, “I can’t do this. It hurts too much.”

“I know it hurts,” You rub your hand carefully down the curve of Spencer’s neck, settling it on his shoulder. “I know,”

He clenched his eyelids shut as your fingers began to massage his shoulders. It was almost enough to make him relax a bit.

Almost.

But that craving, and the pain, still clawed at the back of his mind, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore them.

“I need it,” He choked out, opening his eyes to once again gaze at you pleadingly. “Please, I just- I need it,”

The more he talked, the more desperate he began to sound, and he knew how pathetic he must look.

There’s a small pause as your eyes flicker over his expression.

“You remember why I offered you to stay here don’t you?”

He nodded tiredly, his head hung low in shameful understanding. You were trying to help him, and here he was begging you to let him do the one thing you’ve been trying hard to help him not give in to.

“Come on,” You let your hand fall from Spencer’s shoulder onto his leg, squeezing at his hand as it lies on top of his thigh. “Come with me,”

You groan tiredly as you climb out of the comfort of your bed, and Spencer hesitantly lets you guide him out of your room.

When it finally registers that you’re taking him to the kitchen, a flicker of pathetic hope blossoms in his chest, only for it to be immediately squashed down under the loss of your contact and the opening of your freezer.

It’s an ice tray that you pull out, cracking the plastic harshly against the edge of your kitchen counter to free the ice cubes from their confines and plucking one between your fingers, gesturing towards him.

He glances down at the ice cube, not really understanding why you’re giving it to him. But when he sees your expression, it clicks for him, and his eyes widen. He knew how withdrawal and drug addiction worked, so this trick wasn’t new to him. He just didn’t think you would be willing to do this for him.

He warily held out his arm to you, and even in the dim light of the moon outside, you could see the faint track marks that scarred his arm.

If you’re deterred by them you don’t show it, and you press the ice cube carefully against the bruises, dragging it over the tender skin.

“Do you want tea?

He winced slightly as the cold ice cube touched his arm, the sensation familiar yet foreign. He slowly shook his head at your question, not trusting his voice to answer you.

He stared down at the ice cube with a mixture of relief and shame. He was so far gone, to the point where the feeling of frozen water on his skin helped to calm the incessant itch of drug withdrawal.

“Hot milk then,”

He glanced up at you from under his flattened curls, slightly confused.

Hot… milk?

He’s confused for a minute, then it clicks. Hot milk. To help him sleep. Like a child.

It was embarrassing, really, but right now he was too tired to care.

So, he slowly nodded to you, watching as you busied yourself making him the warm milk. He was torn between looking ashamed that he’d even considered shooting up to have the easy out, and being grateful that you were willing to help him so calmly.

“Keep the ice going, Spencer,”

He quickly obeyed your instruction, bringing the ice cube back down to his forearm and slowly rubbing it over the faint scarring. It wasn’t the best, but it was better than nothing, and the cold soothed his itchy skin.

He stayed quiet as you made the hot milk, watching you carefully add a little bit of honey to help sweeten the drink. He wasn’t sure why, but something about you being so calm and unbothered by this whole situation felt so… comforting.

After a few minutes, you returned to him, hot cup of honey milk in hand, and held it out to him. He couldn’t help but stare at it for a moment, a swirl of emotions playing through his tired mind. But he quickly squashed the swirling thoughts, taking the milk from your hands and slowly sipping the warm liquid.

“The change in temperature should shock your system,”

He hummed in acknowledgment as he took another sip of the warm milk, letting the heat of the beverage run down his throat.

He’s read about the method before, where suddenly increasing or decreasing the temperature of the body can help with withdrawal symptoms.

It was supposed to be paired with hot showers and ice baths, but he supposed ice cubes and hot milk worked too.

He quickly downed the rest of the milk, watching as you took the now-empty mug from his hands.

As the heat of the milk began to warm up his body, exhaustion really started to wash over him, and he could barely stop a yawn from escaping his lips.

He could see the slight upturn of your lips when you noticed he yawned, and felt the shame hit once again.

Here he was, a 24 year old man, and you were handling this situation like how someone would a child. But the tiredness made it impossible to care very much about how pathetic this all looked.

“Come on Spencer,” You press your hand gently between his shoulder blades, a prompt to get him moving. “Back to bed,”

His movements were sluggish as he let you steer him back towards the bedroom. It was like his body had suddenly hit a wall of exhaustion without warning.

“I’m sorry,” He murmured, stumbling slightly as you guided him into bed.

“Shhh, none of that, lie down,”

He tiredly did as you said, slumping down on the bed and letting his tired body sink into the sheets. As he closed his eyes, a wave of exhaustion washed over him, making it hard for him to think.

“Thank you,” He whispered quietly, his words a bit slurred by the sleep that was quickly catching up on him.

“That’s it, just rest now, Spencer,”

He mumbled incoherently as he nodded, already slipping into the haze of sleep. As he slowly drifted off, he faintly registered the feeling of your hand gently smoothing his hair from his face.

And just like that, he was asleep. His breath evened out into the deep pattern of his sleeping breaths, and he relaxed, not realising just how tired his body had become from the strain of his withdrawal.

[bigbigpushes]

Happy New Year!

New Years Eve used to be different for Parker, she would be at any party she could find, dancing long past the clock striking twelve. She and her husband, Wes had met at a New Year’s party, being each others midnight kiss and just the year before they had been out with their friends until the sun had come up to welcome January first.

This year though, everything was different, instead of doing her makeup as the sun was setting, Parker was standing under the hot spray of the shower, palms against the tiles as she leaned forward, large belly hanging low. Her due date had been Christmas Day, something she and Wes had laughed about, many a joke being made. The day had been a quiet affair, passing with no baby. When her contractions had ramped up just after lunch, she knew that this was destined to be the day they brought their child into the world.

Standing soon became to uncomfortable, the pressure in her hips making it difficult to stand and reluctantly, Parker stepped out of the shower and dried off, not bothering to get dressed. “How are you feeling, baby?” Wes asked once she walked out of the bathroom and into their birthing quit. Parker let out a tired sigh as her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I feel like a bowling ball is trying to fall out of my vagina.” She replied with a chuckle before looking longingly at the pool on the other side of the suite, knowing that as where she wanted to deliver. “How long til I can get in there?” She asked, wanting nothing more than the relief the water would provide.

“Ohhhh, that snuck up on me.” Parker mumbled, moving as quickly as she could to sit on a nearby birthing ball, soon moaning through the squeezing of her muscles as her body worked to bring her baby down. Her last contraction had happened just before she and decided to get out of the shower. They still had four hours until midnight, but she knew first babies often took a long time and she was expecting to be no exception.

The contraction was just nearing its peak when she felt what she could only describe as a pop, fluid gushing out of her in a way that she thought only happens in the movies. “Think my water broke.” She laughed, Wes quickly coming over to help her up.

The next few hours passed in a routine of laughter filled conversation and reminiscing of past New Year’s Eve between contractions growing steadily more frequent and stronger. Parker had her arms around her husband’s shoulders, rocking her hips as she groaned through the strongest one she had felt yet, “hmmmmmnnngh, oh god!” She cried out, feeling like her abdomen was in a vice grip. “You’re doing so well, baby. You’ve got this.” Wes’ quiet whispers of encouragement in her ear keeping her tethered.

“How about we check your progress and then get you in the tub?” A midwife suggested once the contraction had passed. Parker nodded quickly, eager to get into the water. She held onto her husband, glad her dilation could beck check without her having to sit down “You’re almost at nine centimetres, baby should be here in no time. Now let’s get you in.” She didn’t hesitate, moments later she was being helped into the water, the relief instantaneous.

“What about Eve for a girl?” Parker asked forty minutes later, it was now just under an hour until midnight as kneeled in the tub, arms resting against the lip, her chin on them as she waited for her body to tense again. “A little on the nose, I think.” Wes replied pulling a a laugh from his wife, though it quickly changed into a deep moan, the contraction striking just as expected. She barely had ninety seconds between the pains, they were getting closer and closer now.

Thirty minutes until midnight and Parker could feel the urge to push. “Bowling ball!” She yelled out through the latest contraction, if she wasn’t so preoccupied she would laugh at how wide her husbands eyes at gone. Before the pain let up, she gave into her body’s need and pushed quickly, unable to stop herself.

As the pain let up, she tapped Wes on the arm and moved so she was now sat. They had planned this from the beginning, she had wanted to be in a safe environment but for the birth to be as intimate as it could be. Her husband didn’t waste any time, quickly climbing into the pool, sitting behind her so Parker could lean against him.

The pressure built again and she pushed into it, feeling her baby move further down as she began to bulge, a mirror placed between her legs so she could see herself open. Parker pushed through a few contractions before the crown held. “Fuck, that hurts! That burns.” She panted, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she tried to breathe through the pain of it. Wes whispered words of comfort in her ear, “I can see them, you’re doing so good.” She slid her hand between her legs, panting heavily as she felt the head, so close to them now, “I think they might be bald.” She laughed breathlessly as Wes pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Another contraction came and she pushed, letting out a cry as she stretched until the head came free. She panted once more, looking between her legs as the midwife gently instructed her how to check for the cord. Thankfully it was clear and soon Parker gave into another urge, pushing with everything she had, a primal scream filled the room as she bared down, the sound soon replaced by the sound of fireworks outside the window, the clock striking midnight as their baby slipped from her body and into its mothers waiting arms.

Outside there were cheers, Parker bringing their child up to her chest. “It’s a boy!” The midwife exclaimed, as Wes kissed his wife, tears in both of their eyes. “Happy New Year!” They said at the same time, knowing that this was their best new years yet.

[burgerkingquentin]

HC tierlist for if ILM Huntress would adopt survivors.

Terribly sorry, don't answer this if you'd like not to (totally understandable) but i got struck with a sudden thought and it is NOT leaving me alone: would Leon re2 be babygirl enough for huntress to adopt a la quentin and feng.

I don’t know 😅🤣 — he’s pretty, but he’s waaaay more pretty than cute. Even Quentin skating by on ‘kicked dog’ as his line of appeal had to get his ass dragged over the ‘cute enough to kid’ line by Feng operating at well over 120% efficiency. Any guy is already at a huge disadvantage. Leon is also Jacked™️, which while earns Gains Respect, loses many points in ‘kind of child appearance’. I think he’d probably have to find other wild situations to be stuck in.

[spring-vibes-only]

Now that we know your favorite Gordon Cleave lines, what about your favorite Dale Tapps lines? 😏😏😏

I heard you like him too.

YESSS I DO LOVE DALE THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!!

Also I can't believe I forgot this scene in my gordon post

It's great