#windows x macready

[eri-is-online]

Compilation of windows doodles I made ft. A lil winmac

This one ended up sideways for some reason 😭

[officiallyluni]

I love how everyone just ships everyone together ‘cause they’re all really shippable with each other and yet none of us have a considered the possibility that they could all just be poly if we wanted them to be.

I have thoughts about The Thing (1982).

WinMac should NOT be the top ship. You guys are insane when MacReady and Childs is RIGHT THERE. That ending??? Dead mans yaoi. They had chemistry throughout the whole film, and Y'all latched onto Windows and MacReady?? Is it all for the computer brands joke?? Whatever. Just you wait.

@emile-tb knows whats up, and is holding the flashlight for my keyboard while I type in the dark rn.

He tells me to tell yall he says hi.

if you guys have ship name ideas for Mac and Childs lmk

[aklitayl]

So today @phocusnik had an idea of MacReady x Fuchs x Windows x Clark so everyone would be happy :3

And I thought of making this.

[canonrpfinder]

Okay, so...Does anybody here know about The Thing (1982)? I'm obsessed with it rn and really want some rp partners. I think this is a stretch, but might as well try!

Most important rules are be 18 or older, don't control my character, basic common sense blah blah blah. My pinned post has more detailed rules on it. I am semi lit to literate.

My ships include:

Macready x Childs (can play either)

Fuchs x Clark (Clark pref)

Palmer x Norris (Palmer pref, can play either)

Windows x Nauls (can play either)

I also like Bennings x Garry and Copper x Blair but not enough to do stand alone rps of them, lmao. Mentions of them/implying that they're a couple is fine tho and I am able to play them for interactions if needed.

These ships aren't my favorite but I'm willing to try them:

Palmer x Windows (Palmer pref, can play either)

Kinda just any of the younger guys x Windows or Palmer because they're two of my favorites

Maybe Fuchs x Mac, MAYBE. I find it kind of boring, but I don't hate it.

🖍️

[battyhive]

Can I request headcanons of macready or windows from the thing w/ a autistic reader

YOU MAY HAVE BOTH MY DEAR!!!

MacReady

He’s gonna be very patient and understanding with you. He won’t get frustrated all that easy. He’s a chill guy

He thinks your stims are adorable! He loves the happy stims. It makes him smile knowing you’re happy

If you have any sensory issues, don’t worry! He will do his best to help make things comfy. You don’t like the itchy tags on clothes? Neither does he! He’ll cut them off. Certain food textures not good? That’s okay! He’ll make sure all your safe foods are stocked up.

If you wanna ramble about any special interests? Go for it! He loves to hear you passionate and will try and add on to the conversation if he knows anything on it

He’s a great guys with this and some of the guys at the post are on the spectrum too so he gets it.

Windows

Windows may not get it at first. He will be confused and ask some dumb questions but once he understands that reader is autistic, he’ll apologize if he was rude and try his best to learn more

Stims are okay! He promises! He may have gotten confused at first but he gets it now.

Special Interests? Okay! He can do that. He wants to know what makes you happy!

Sensory Issues? Here’s something he understands! He doesn’t like loud noises and situations like everyone talking at once can be overwhelming to him (thus the headphone’s sometimes) so he can get that and try and help you be comfortable

Texture things with food? He understands that too! He’ll learn your safe foods and keep stashes in his booth.

Itchy tags on clothes? Gone! They annoy the hell out of Windows too.

He may not understand at first and he may ask stupid questions but I promise he doesn’t mean to offend. He’s just curious and wants to know how to best make you comfortable and happy

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

macready & windows: *screwing each other's brains out every night*

snake & jack: *pretty much the same*

fuchs and nauls: *vibing in the kitchen and infodumping about biology*

[teaand-dreams]

Inevitable

Peter Pevensie x Reader

Summary: It was easy to fall in love with him, but harder to admit it.

Prompts: “what are you afraid of?” + “will you marry me?”

Written for @musicallisto​ ‘s writing challenge

WC: 2377

Laughter, once a rare sound, dances easily through the air, twirling into the night sky where it greets the stars. Warm light slips through the open windows and doorways into the courtyard of the palace, and the faint strum of music tickles your ears as a new song begins. You let your eyes analyze the night sky for a moment longer before you turn to stare up at the ballroom. You really should go back inside. Your feet don’t move.

It was a simple thing, meeting him. Not that you truly had a choice in the matter. He and his siblings had come to your uncle’s house for safety in the midst of a war. You were the only other person their age around. Introducing yourself was inevitable.

The quiet of the house had been broken for a brief, wonderful moment of peace before Mrs. Macready was hissing her usual demands that your uncle needed silence. Not that he ever said he needed silence—but she refused to disappoint him, and thus silence was commonplace. The unexpected noise rang in your ears like a familiar tune you could not name, and you found your pencil stilling in your hand as your eyes were drawn toward your closed door. Beyond the barrier, you knew four children were being introduced to the place you called home. Mrs. Macready had told you to finish your essay as she went to, in her words, collect them. You contemplated going to greet them, but as Mrs. Macready’s shrill voice imbedded the rules of the house into their minds, you turned back to the essay in front of you. They were only here seeking safety from the war. When the war was ended, they would leave. Greeting them could wait.

“Hmm.” Your uncle glanced up from the paper you had requested he read, and his eyes seemed to sparkle as they roamed your face in thought. “Interesting choice of subject. Lovely, though. Absolutely lovely.”

Pride blossomed in your heart, and you grinned unabashedly. “Thank you, uncle.”

“How have you liked our guests thus far?”

You frowned. “I have not met them yet. Mrs. Macready instilled her wrath in them and now they are so quiet in fear of her I cannot find them to introduce myself.”

Your uncle hummed in thought, his eyes returning to the work placed in front of him. “Well, I’m sure you’ll meet them eventually.”

With that, he returned your paper to you and you left his office. Your feet moved on their own, leading you down the hall and toward the stairs. Your eyes slid to the paper in your hands, and unconsciously you began to once again read the words on it. Just as your body began to turn around a corner your shoulder made contact with something. Your feet pushed against the ground as you stumbled, eyes pulling up in surprise as hands grasped your shoulders.

“I am so sorry, are you alright?”

Your breath caught in your throat, eyelids pulling your eyes wide open as you stared at the boy in front of you, his brows furrowed as his eyes scanned over yours for any visible signs of injury. It took a moment before you realized his mouth was moving to let words out.

“I wasn’t looking where I was going, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

You swallowed a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Are you?”

He grinned. “Fine. I’m Peter, by the way. Peter Pevensie.”

You gave your name within the next beat, giving it to him as easily as you took your next breath. Yes, you decided, meeting him was inevitable.

A laugh draws your eyes from the doors of the ballroom to the side of the balcony, where Susan and Edmund stand conversing with travelling merchants. Susan’s lips are naturally drawn up in a smile, and Edmund is leaning against the railing. You glance through the open doors, and briefly catch sight of Lucy as she twirls around the room with Mr. Tumnus. Your ears tell you the song is a happy one, but your feet still won’t move.

It was second-nature to be friends with Peter Pevensie. You could hardly even remember how exactly the two of you became friends, other than not remembering a time where you weren’t. Within a few short days of knowing him, you understood him almost as well as you understood yourself.

The shade the tree provided did little to ease the heat in your cheeks as you watched Peter prepare to launch the ball at his brother. Unusually, the sun had decided to grace your home with its presence, and the Pevensies had cajoled you into spending the day outside with them. Peter and Susan were quick to suggest a game of cricket, and while Edmund had complained Lucy had pulled you down next to her in the shade to watch.

“Come on, Ed,” Peter called. Edmund scowled as he prepared to hit the ball back.

“Does he really hate being outside that much?” You made sure to lower your voice so only Lucy could hear you, not wanting to anger Edmund any further.

Lucy scrunched her nose as she turned her face to the sun in thought. “Well, he’s always been Edmund if that’s what you’re asking.”

An airy laugh passed through your lips as you turned back to watch the game. “I see.” Edmund swung the bat, and your eyes followed the ball into the air and over Peter’s head. Your heart nearly stopped as it sailed through a closed glass window. Lucy stilled next to you. Your ears rang with the words Mrs. Macready would say when she found out, and your eyes instinctively found Peter. You awaited his next move, knowing you would follow.

“I should have expected to find you out here.” The voice is soft, and you nearly trip on air as you rush to turn towards it.

It was your instinct that told you to follow Peter Pevensie wherever he asked you go with him and through whatever he was going through. You hardly needed to think about what you were doing when you followed him. You trusted Peter Pevensie to lead you down the right path. Maybe your trust in him stemmed from something else. Maybe you needed to learn not to trust people so easily.

“Come on!” Peter’s hand was warm in yours, and your brain short-circuited as he pulled you along behind him. Susan was leading the five of you, and turned into room after room to escape the inevitable wrath of Mrs. Macready.

“In here!” Lucy rushed past Susan into the room, tearing off the linen that covered the wardrobe. Peter followed her, his hand still in yours, and you followed him.

“Really?” Susan asked.

“Come on, Susan.”

Susan scoffed, but as footsteps came toward the room, she rushed towards the wardrobe as well. Lucy, Edmund, and Susan all entered and made their way toward the back as well as they could in the cramped space. Peter all but forced you to enter before he did, closing the door behind him and walking backwards.

Susan gasped as her foot stepped on something, and your brow furrowed in confusion when you saw the snow. As the five of you looked around the snowy wonderland, Peter’s hands rubbed against your shoulders, warming you as he told Susan that if Lucy trusted Mr. Tumnus than they could too.

“Shouldn’t you be inside? This whole ball was your idea, after all.”

Stars were just beginning to form in the sky when you found Peter staring at nothing outside his tent. You approached him slowly, your eyes drinking in the way his hands were clenched around his arms and his back was straightened as if he was pressed against a wall.

“Are you alright?” He startled at your voice, his stormy eyes meeting yours for a moment before he returned to staring at the distance.

“I should be asking you that. You, and Susan and Lucy. You’re the ones who got attacked today.”

“And you’re the one who saved us.”

“I barely thought before I killed him. I just…I just couldn’t stand him hurting you. Any of you.”

“Peter…”

“I’m fine. Really.”

“Then why aren’t you sleeping?”

Peter sighed. “What if they can’t find Edmund?”

You lowered your gaze for a moment as you slowly moved closer so you could rub Peter’s back. “They will.”

“But what if they can’t?”

“Peter Pevensie, Aslan told you himself he was going to do everything he could for Edmund. Just you wait and see. I’m sure he’ll be here in the morning. He has to be.”

Peter shrugs. “I couldn’t find you.”

I couldn’t find you; I couldn’t find you; I couldn’t find you. The words ring in your ears, calling on a distant memory from years prior.

You let out a sound not that different from the squeal of a mouse as Peter’s arms wound around your shoulders and he pulled you to him. His breath hit your neck as he lowered his head to lay against your shoulder.

“Peter!” Your arms wrapped around him as his tightened, and you forced the surprise that you wanted to express down. “You’re okay.”

“I couldn’t find you.” The words were mixed with warmth as his breath continued to beat against your skin, and your muscles involuntarily froze as you felt drops of water follow the words. “I couldn’t find you. After it was over, I looked and looked but I couldn’t find you. I thought…”

“I’m okay,” you promised. “I’m okay. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m right here.”

“Standing in the middle of the courtyard when there’s a ball happening inside?”

You take a deep breath as Peter gestures towards the ballroom. “Well,” you reply, “I just wanted some fresh air. It’s pretty crowded in there.”

Peter hums as he steps closer to you. Your feet remain planted on the ground as you watch him wearily.

“I believe you owe me a dance.” He watches your expression expectantly. You close your eyes, and eventually find the power to nod.

“I suppose I do.”

Peter delicately wraps his arms around you, and you stiffly wrap yours around him. He begins to sway the two of you, and your eyes fall to your feet as you find they still won’t move.

“You’ve been avoiding me recently.”

You force yourself to take a deep breath at Peter’s words. “Why would you think such a thing like that?”

Peter sighs, and you close your eyes at the familiar feeling of his breath against your head. “Y/N, just yesterday when you entered the library and saw me you turned around and ran off. If that’s not avoidance then I wasn’t crowned High King Peter the Magnificent.”

“I always said that title would go to your head.”

“Y/N.”

This time, you sigh. “It’s stupid.”

“Nothing you feel could ever be stupid.”

“This is.”

“Do I need to ask Edmund to ask you what’s going on? I will if I must, but you need to be aware that he will find out every secret you’ve ever had.”

A laugh forces itself out of you, and you pull away to press your hand against your lips. Peter’s eyes light up with delight as he watches you. You shake your head.

“What are you afraid of?”

You draw back even further at that, your feet twisting as you pull away from Peter’s reach. “Why would you think I’m afraid?”

“You tend to avoid things you’re scared of. Remember the first time we met the Beavers? You wouldn’t talk to them for hours because you were so scared of talking animals.”

Your mouth falls open, and your eyes move wildly from Peter, to the shadows gracing the sides of the palace, to the balcony of the ballroom, and back to Peter. He doesn’t make a move to walk towards you again, but his gaze is steady, warm, as he follows your movements with his eyes.

“Well,” you eventually choke out. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do. I’m not scared of anything.”

“Really?” Peter muses, and you nod. “Then why won’t you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“If I say it’s not any of your business-”

“You know me well enough to know I’m not going to let this go until I know you’re alright.”

Your eyes shut as you take a deep breath in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

It was easy to fall in love with him, your mind reasons. He made it seem so simple.

“I don’t want to ruin anything,” you whisper, and though you thought it was quiet enough he could not hear, the wind carries your words to his ears, and he immediately frowns in response.

“Why would you ruin anything?”

You turn so you’re facing away from him, the familiar feeling of your throat closing in on itself enough to make you question your sanity for wanting to admit it and being unable to know how to. Faintly, you hear the strums of music and the laughter that accompanies a ball. You take a deep breath, open your mouth, and prepare for the worst.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

The world seems to slow, the music holding its note, the laughter fading as everything stills around you. You listen for the sounds of feet running away from you, for a laugh so loud it can only mean rejection. Nothing comes.

Slowly, you turn around, blinking in confusion as Peter stares at you, his chest moving rapidly.

“Peter?” Cautiously, you move slowly towards him, your mind picking at the details of his posture.

He grins, before rushing to meet you and pulling you into another hug. You let out another sound not unlike the squeak of a mouse as his arms tighten around you and he whispers into your hair.

“Will you marry me?”

Your throat does close in on itself at that, and you nod your head furiously against him. He laughs, twirling you around before grasping your hand in his and, at your nod, leading you back to the ballroom. Your feet move, allowing you to follow.

[clove-pinks]

'British Guards' - Hougoumont 1815, oil on board, by Chris Collingwood.

"At length the overwhelming force of the enemy enabled him to establish himself in the orchard and gardens, and the building itself became the point of attack. From its doors and windows our gallant guardsmen poured an unceasing shower of bullets, and the enemy fell dead in heaps around them." — Ensign Edward Nevil Macready (x)

[trash-gobby]

Hey! Can i request an angst 🖤fic with a gender neutral s/o where palmer is forced to watch as he assimilates his s/o whilst hes powerless to stop it?

Summary: Palmer assimilates his S/O unable to control, but only watch in horror at his body's actions.

Word Count: 1.4K

Pairing: Palmer X GN!S/O

Characters: Palmer, Reader, Windows, R.J. MacReady, Childs, Clark, Norris, Nauls, Gary

A/N: Hey Anon! I’m so glad you requested this. It’s such a dark and intense idea and absolutely brilliant. I really enjoyed writing this little mini-fic and I hope to get more fun requests from you sometime Anon!!!

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

RATING: PG 16+

⚠️Warnings!: gore, violence, angst, major character death

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"Watching Norris in there gave me the idea that. Maybe every part of him was a whole. Every little piece was an individual animal, with a built in desire to protect its own life." The silence that followed MacReady's explanation was deafening.

Palmer's hands felt clammy, but he couldn't figure out why, though he had his own theories. He'd taken a nap earlier and felt like something about it was off, something he wasn't remembering, and whatever it was, it was vitally important to what was happening at the moment.

"Hey, are you alright?" Y/N whispered almost imperceptibly to him, placing their hand on his. Their brow was furrowed with worry, and Palmer wished he could say something to comfort them. Seeing them like this made his heart ache. Instead he settled for lacing his hand through theirs and giving Y/N what he hoped felt like a reassuring squeeze.

"You see when a man bleeds, it's just tissue. But blood from one of you Things won't obey when it's attacked. It'll try and survive. Crawl away from the hot needles." MacReady, started to prepare his little test after he'd spoken in relative silence, allowing Windows to be the only one not tied up. He went to each of them, cutting into their finger to release some of their blood into each testing plate.

Palmer grimaced as the blade cut his flesh, it felt strange, almost like the sensation of pain was far away. He wasn't sure if it was the utter anxiety and shock that made it feel this way, or something deeper in his gut, that left it roiling with some kind of discomfort.

He watched on as Windows moved, slowly and gently as possible getting blood from the others. Y/N, who grunted softly with a grimace on their face, then Gary, Childs, and finally Nauls who looked the most scared of everyone.

Windows approached MacReady with, who then demanded that he cut himself before retreating to one side of the room, to watch on as MacReady. Flamethrower in hand, MacReady heated up a copper coil, taking his time to fix each of them with a calculated look.

All Palmer could think was that he hoped Y/N wasn't this thing, that they weren't in danger of it. His hand still in theirs, Palmer looked over to them again and tried to give what he hoped was a reassuring smile, feeling like it was more strained than honest.

The air was thick with tension, as everyone stared at MacReady, faces laced with shadow, making all their features sinister and almost inhuman. Palmer looked over to Clark's body, still lying there, bullet in his head, cold and lifeless. He didn't want to look like that. So... empty.

MacReady slowly took the heated wire and brought it down to the glass plate marked with Windows named in sharpy, burning the blood, but showing that no reaction came from the sample. Windows sighed with relief, his body sagging with a mixture of exhaustion and release of tension.

"I guess you're okay," MacReady said, his voice also marred with a certain level of relief in it.

"Now put that on, and watch them." MacReady signaled to Windows with his free hand to the other flamethrower in the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Palmer could see Childs disapproving look being leveled at the two men, as MacReady prepared the coil and Windows got himself set up with the flamethrower.

"Now I'll show you what I already know," MacReady said, lowering the coil to the plate holding his own blood, burning it with no reaction.

"It's a crock of shit," Childs said, with contempt, MacReady ignoring him.

"Let's try the Doc and Clark." The coil placed on the Doc's blood had just the same reaction, as well as Clark's. This caused MacReady to pause for just a moment, really looking at Clark's lifeless body on the table. Palmer could see a shadow pass over his usual self-assured countenance. He'd taken a life, a real human life.

"So clark was human. Which makes you a murderer don't it?" Childs remarked, and Palmer felt almost like he was taking a sick kind of pleasure from MacReady's suffering in that moment.

"Now Palmer," MacReady said, fixing Childs with a look Palmer couldn't really fully read.

"This is pure nonsense, it doesn't prove a thing," Gary stated as MacReady heated up the next coil. Palmer could feel that something he thought was fear, roiling in his gut get stronger, letting of Y/N's hand.

"Palmer," they whispered, frowning at him, that little crease forming in their brow. He'd always loved that crease, it was just one of the many little things he loved about them.

"I thought you'd feel that way Gary. You were the only one that could'a got to that blood. We'll do you last."

As the hot coil was brought down on slowly to the surface of the plate, the blood let out a high pitched shriek that rang everyone's ears, causing MacReady to drop the glass plate to the ground.

All chaos broke loose.

MacReady, dropped the flamethrower to the ground, backing away shocked. Palmer could hear something that sounded like wind rushing through his ears, his leg began to twitch. This wasn't possible, it couldn't be. He felt fine, except he wasn't fine. The roiling had reached a point where the sensation was becoming painful, and that pain was spreading throughout his body, from gut outward to the tips of his finger and toes. It was like something was trying to escape out through every pore in his skin. Everyone was shouting, calling out to be let out of their restraints.

Palmer tried to yell as his body began to shake violently out of his control, and the overwhelming fear was overtaking him. He wanted to cry out, get Y/N away from me! But he couldn't.

He was powerless as the bones of his fingers extended through the flesh of the tips of his flesh, like some bizzare marinet on a string, being violently pulled in one direction or the next. His head swelling, compressing his brain, shooting sparks of pain, as Palmer's blood gushed from the openings in his skin.

"God, Palmer!" Y/N's voice broke through the pain, and he could see their face, warped into an expression of pure terror and grief. He was powerless to stop in agony, as one of his restrained hands broke through the rope, as if it was made of nothing more than air, grabbing hold of Y/N's face.

He fought as hard as he could, but the roiling and sound of wind was picking up in his ears, fuzziness reaching Palmer's vision. It was as if his mind was draining like his mind was water running down a drain. His jaw cracking, breaking from it's position, eyes feeling like they were cooking in his sockets. Palmer saw was the flesh of his fingers melding with the side of Y/N's cheeks, their face streaked with tears and eyes filled with horror.

His thoughts felt mixed and muddled. Who were these people screaming? What was he doing? Where was he? All he could focus on was a person's face. He knew this person didn't he? They felt so familiar, and their expression made his heart hurt, as they screamed a name. Was it his name?

There was a rushing in his ears, almost like a voice, imperceptible and unintelligible, like an group of animals calling out in the dark.

The person attached to him was now making harsh gurgling and hissing sounds, and he could feel them. Feel them inside him, like through there merging, their consciousness was leaking into his own. It almost felt nice, like home. His eyes expanded in their sockets, causing his vision to completely go dark, leaving Palmer in a world of horrific sound and sensation. His body felt like it was falling, just as his mind was, down a long dark tunnel along with that other thread of consciousness.

A memory came to him just then, one that was so strong that he could see it painted across his psyche. It was Y/N. Y/N, that was their name. They were goofing around in the snow with the dogs. Their face lit up with the most wonderful smile, so happy and full of life. He could feel them there in that memory, and Palmer attached himself to it as he slowly lost himself. As every cell became something alien within him, as every part of him was obliterated.

That memory, that last piece of the both of them was there, as blood mixed with blood, and flesh mixed with flesh. Becoming one, destroying the both of them.

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

“From Past to Present” (Paladin Danse x F! SoSu)

Early mornings were always a part of your routine with Danse.

As your sponsor, he'd wake you up early to train. As your companion, he'd wake up and condone perimeter checks, failing to allow you to peacefully sleep. Even now, with many years put behind the two of you, Danse never could quite cease of rising early- no matter how hard you tried to break him of it after "marriage".

However, it wasn't necessarily always a bad thing. For instance, Shaun was a habitual early bird. As such, your former Paladin was excited to entertain his newly adopted son as you slept. Even more so, Danse's tendencies came especially in handy after your newest addition to your small family was born.

Never had you had to instill "taking turns". Fortunately, Danse was more than happy to wake up with the baby, even insisting that you get your rest. Come to think of it, him doing so made his perpetual "morning person" attitude just the slightest bit less annoying. Slightly.

Nonetheless, there were still mornings where waking up early wasn't such a bad thing. As a matter of fact..if one were to refrain from looking outside the window- it would almost seem as though the war..the fallout itself had never happened.

Mornings such as these...

Upon waking up, the empty spot of disheveled sheets at your side brought a faint grin to your face. Danse was ever the predictable one, wasn't he? Of course.

That wasn't a bad thing.

With a less than graceful roll, you tumbled out of your bed and made your way to the living room just a few feet from your doorway- the chill of the wooded floor on your bare feet waking you up more with each step.

The closer you drew to your destination, a familiar and now very rare scent of coffee filled your nose. Codsworth sure was a doll for fixing up that old pitcher- all you had to was get Danse to fix a hot plate and somehow steal some grounds from the closest vault and bam! coffee. As sweet as the promise of coffee was, all desires for it temporarily went away whenever you finally came upon the living room.

It was simple, nothing huge..but it was a home that Danse, you, and a few gracious settlers built. Sure, it wasn't anything like the Prydwen or like the old Sanctuary Hills..but it was home, damnit. This isn't to say it wasn't nice though- after all..it was quite rare to be able to call a place without holes in the wall home.

Right away you saw Shaun sprawled out on the carpet, laying on his stomach and intently thumbing through a new stack of comic books X6 undoubtedly gave him. Figures, he was too invested in the books..poor boy had a plate of breakfast laying untouched about a foot away from him- and judging by the burnt char on the food..it was Danse's handiwork.

No wonder Shaun didn't eat.

Speaking of Danse, he was sitting leaned back on the couch, his back to you and your baby held up above his head. With a soft chuckle good enough to warm your heart, Danse started to poorly imitate the sounds of a vertibird as he gently swayed your baby side to side- causing the little one to giggle almost to the point of being breathless.

For a moment you couldn't help but just stare. After everything that happened, this was the happy ending you never dreamed could be possible. Each little detail was almost ethereal, be it the way the sun filtered in and fell upon Shaun's ridiculously concentrated face or the way the ring on Danse's finger glistened each time his hand moved. It all just felt so..right.

"Mom!" Shaun's voice called, pulling you from your daydream right about as he started scrambling to his feet. "G'momring!" He happily chirped, running over to you to wrap his little arms around your hips in an embrace.

"Good morning, sweetheart.." was your response, carefully moving his hair out of his eyes whenever he finally let you go. He only gave you a disapproving huff and shook his head, turning on his heels to eagerly return back to his books.

Walking your way around the couch, you were instantly met with Danse's adoring gaze. It was almost silly to think that once you regarded his look as cold and unfeeling, for now all you could see was true happiness.

"You're up early." He finally greeted, carefully bringing your baby down into his arms to cradle. "I think this one takes after their father more."

With a pretend scoff, you took your place right beside him. Resting your head upon his shoulder, you held your finger out to your baby, simply looking down upon them with wonder. Honestly? Danse was right. They were no more than a couple months old and already seemed to have similar traits to their dad.

Hell, you were waiting for the day they'd crawl to the garage and ogle his power armour.

Hopefully that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

While that was perhaps a silly musing, the similarities didn't exactly end there. The babe looked so much like their dad, it was almost funny- dark hair and pretty amber puppy dog-like eyes.

"Oh yeah? I think so too. They definitely favor you.." You softly responded, finding yourself in a dreamy haze. "They sure are beautiful.."

"Would it be too cliché for me to say just like their mother?" The ex-Paladin looked over at you, a certain glimmer of pride like none you've ever seen in his eyes. "Even if it is, it's true. We've truly made something wonderful..." He muttered, carefully moving your child into your arms.

"Oh, by the way..I made sure to make enough food for us too. It should still be decently warm." He announced, perking up the slightest bit as he stretched- obviously having been holding your babe for a while. With each joint came a subtle crack, causing him to sort of roll his eyes- had you not already made the joke a thousand times, you would've chided him about getting "old"- and he knew it, without you even having to say a single word.

Having kids and getting married was a different way of life compared to the routines of a disciplined soldier- but Danse handled it well enough, especially considering the events that led to his exile. Nonetheless, the man still seemed to age a couple years after countless nights of being woken up by the baby and Shaun.

Oh well, it wasn't like he was super exuberant before anyways.

"Also, after we eat, I was thinking..how would you like to go down to the old park? It's been a while since we've went out. Perhaps we can see if Macready is alright with setting up a play date with Duncan and Shaun.."

For whatever reason, your stomach dropped...

"Dad! You promised you'd show me how to modify righteous authority's beam focuser!" Shaun interjected, but you could no longer focus- each word swimming in your ears as the earth as you knew seemed to fade from existence.

"Hm? Oh, correct...nothing ever gets passed you, does it?" Danse chuckled, unaware of what was currently happening.

Clutching your babe close to your chest, you tried to take a steadying breath. Why was this happening? Danse propositioning going to the park shouldn't rouse such a response...what...what were you forgetting?

"Mom..mom are you alright?"

[eri-is-online]

I come bearing the gift of fanfiction, it's not much, but it's one more to add to the barren wasteland that is the MacReady x Windows tag

(In all seriousness, plz post more fanfics for winmac I'm starving over here)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62303821

[intoanothermind]

Beauty Queen - Chapter 2

B E A U T Y  Q U E E N

Synopsis: You are the Ice Princess of Narnia during the Long Winter. Your sister Jadis, the White Witch, hates that you’re always helping Narnians escape prision. She decides to hunt you down and you have to run away from the palace. What happens when you find the four humans lost in Narnia?

- Edmund Pevensie x reader

Masterlist

<Chapter 1 | Chapter 3>

(This chapter is focused on the four Pevensie, but I’ll be posting the next one soon. Just to remind you that the dialogues were translated from Brazilian verson, so you might them a bit different.)

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C H A P T E R  T W O

“Peter, Peter, wake up!” shouted Lucy, turning on the light and jumping over sister him. “It’s there! It's right there!”

“Lucy, what are you talking about?” mumbled Peter, fidgeting in bed.

“Narnia!” said Lucy happily. “It’s in the wardrobe, like I told you!”

“Oh, you 're just dreaming, Lucy.” Susan said, approaching.

“But it wasn't a dream!” insisted Lucy. “I saw Mr. Tumnus again! And this time Edmund did too.”

Susan looked at Edmund in disbelief. Edmund looked at them, thinking about what he would say.

“Did you... Did you see the faun?” asked Peter.

Edmund didn't say anything, just shook his head.

“Well... - started Lucy, getting up from Peter's bed. “Actually, he didn't go there with me. He...” She turned and Edmund frowned, a little suspicious. “What did you do, Edmund?”

Edmund wished he could say that he found a charming girl, but he knew that Susan and Peter would think him as crazy as Lucy.

“I wanted to... Play a little.” said Edmund.

Lucy looked quickly at Peter, not knowing what to think.

“Sorry, Peter.” Edmund continued, proudly. “I shouldn't have encouraged it, but... You know how kids are nowadays.” Lucy already could feel the tears starting to fall. “They don’t know when to stop pretending.” he said finally, sitting on his bed, but getting up soon after.

Lucia was already crying freely. She ran out the door while Edmund stood up with a victorious smile. Susan went after her and Peter got out of bed and when he passed his brother, he knocked him over. They ran after Lucy, listening to her sobs. Lucy wanted to run away from them. She bumped into someone. She barely saw that it was Professor Kirke and hugged him around the waist.

“You are just about to go to sleep in the bulls!” Mrs. Macready complained, but when she saw Professor Kirke, she hurried to say. “Professor. Excuse me. I told them you didn't want to be disturbed.”

“Okay, Mrs. Macready, I know there is an explanation.” he said, looking directly at Susan and Peter. “But first I think the little one needs a hot chocolate.” he said, pushing Lucy slightly towards Mrs. Macready.

“Come on, honey.” said Mrs. Macready to Lucy softly.

Lucy went with Mrs. Macready, but she could still hear Professor Kirke clearing his throat. Lucy could imagine him giving a speech to his older siblings.

~ * ~

“And Peter is preparing another big shot!” said Peter, running a few steps and throwing the ball, which hit Edmund's leg.

“Hey!”

“Oops!”

They were in the backyard.

Peter, Susan and Edmund played baseball, while Lucy was sitting on a nearby tree, reading some book. However Edmund wasn’t concentrating enough. He thought of his brief time in Narnia, but what intrigued him was Y/N and all the mystery around her.

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!” said Peter.

“Why don't we play hide and seek again?” asked Edmund.

“Didn't you say it was a child's game?” Peter asked ironically, taking the ball and going back to the mark.

“And here we can play outdoors.” Susan said.

“It isn’t fun to stay here outside.” complained Edmund.

Peter straightened up and stood so that he could throw the ball freely.

“Are you ready?” Peter asked.

“And you?” asked Edmund.

Edmund hit the grass twice with his bat, while Peter got ready and ran, throwing the ball into the air. Edmund hit back, but the ball went through a second floor window. The four looked at each other, startled. Everyone ran as fast as possible to the second floor, in the room where the glass was broken and armour was knocked over.

“I can't believe it, Ed!” said Peter.

“You broke it!” said Edmund nervously.

“Guys, calm down.” Susan said. “It's just Mrs. Macready not discovering it.”

“What is happening up there?!” they heard Mrs. Macready's voice from below, with the sound of her shoes hitting the wooden stairs.

“Come on!” Peter said, running all through a side door.

They ran down the hall, past the study room. But they stopped when they heard the footsteps go again.

“No , wait, wait! This way, this way!” said Edmund, pushing them by the way they came from.

They ended up in another corridor. They went up another ladder and Susan tried to open a door, but it was locked and the steps were getting closer. The tension was suffocating them. Everyone kept trying several doors, and the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer. Edmund, then , had an idea. He ran to the door that led into the wardrobe room. He threw it open and ran to the wardrobe. The others followed .

“Come in!” said Edmund.

“It can only be a joke!” said Susan.

But then they heard Mrs. Macready's footsteps coming down the hall. Everyone entered the wardrobe and seconds before Mrs. Macready opened the wing door, Peter was walking back, pushing everyone.

“Get back!”

“Oh, my foot!” complained Lucy, being pushed backwards.

“I’m not stepping on your toes!” Susan said.

“You're hurting me!” said Edmund.

“Stop pushing yourselves!” said Peter.

“My foot again!” said Lucy.

“Sorry, Lu.” Susan said.

Everyone pushed, until they saw some branches.

“Branches?!” Susan asked.

“Why would there be branches in a wardrobe?!” asked Peter.

And then they all fell on top of each other, on top of the newly fallen snow. Peter, who fell on top, got up and helped the sisters to get up. Edmund stood up and brushed the snow off his clothes. He looked around, wondering if Y/N was around.

“Impossible!” exclaimed Susan, looking admired around.

“It's all right.” said Lucy, looking for others with hidden snowball behind her body. “It’s only your imagination.”

“I imagine apologizing isn’t enough.” said Peter.

“No , it's not.” said Lucy. Soon after, she threw the snowball at Peter, hitting him in the face. “But that's enough!” she shouted, turning to get another snowball.

And then the war started. Peter and the girls were having fun. Snowballs thrown here and there, until one hit Edmund’s arm and the playing ended.

“You liar!” accused Peter, getting angry.

“You also didn’t believe her.” said Edmund. “None of you did.”

“Apologize to Lucy.” Peter ordered.

But Edmund did nothing. He just looked at Lucy and looked back at Peter, but said nothing. This irritated the blonde deeply.

“Apologize!” Peter insisted.

“Okay!” and turned to Luc . “I'm sorry.”

“It’s okay...” said Lucy, making everyone turn to her. “Some kids don't know when to stop pretending.”

“Funny.” Edmund sneered.

“We better get back!” Susan said, afraid.

“We should at least take a look...” Edmund said, indicating the trees, praying silently to find Y/N, since he was there.

“I think that Lucy should decide.” Peter replied.

“I don't know...” said Lucia, undecided. “I wanted you to meet Mr. Tumnus!” she said, turning to the others.

“Let's meet Mr. Tumnus!” said Peter cheerfully.

“But we can't walk through the snow in these clothes!” said Susan.

“No.” said Peter, returning from the trees with several coats in hands and handing them all. “But I bet the Professor doesn't care that we wear coats. If you think logically...” he handed one to Susan with a winning smile on her face. “We're not even taking it out of the wardrobe.”

“But it's a girl's coat!” complained Edmund when receiving his.

“I know.” Peter frowned, still extending his coat to the brunette.

They found themselves in front of a canyon, where there was an opening in the front, like a cave.

“There's a lot of delicious food here and we're going to drink a lot of...” Lucy told them, but when she saw that the door was broken, she quickly stopped where she was. “... tea.”

Everyone stopped, watching the metal door fall towards the shelter, broken open.

“Lu?” Peter called.

A second later, Lucy recovered from the shock and ran towards the house.

“Lucy!” shouted Peter, following with others after her.

They passed the door frame and saw that the place seemed pleasant. It was completely messed. Tables and chairs overturned on the floor, books on overturned shelves, papers on the floor, broken dishes. The place had an melancholic and depressing air.

“Who would do such a thing?” asked Lucy, more to herself than to others.

She walked through the rubble, looking for any clue as to what really happened. Edmund stepped on a glass and looked down, seeing a portrait of an old faun. The photograph, which was an inked canvas, was torn by claws.

He was about to say something when they heard a noise in a door stuck at the end of the cave.

[battyhive]

Hello, since Valentine’s Day is coming up can you write a the thing 1982 Valentine’s Day fanfic with all the characters plz?

//HAPPY VALENTINES DAY YALL\\

Palmer walked around base with a box of those pastel candy hearts dumping some on everyone’s desk, Nauls was making everyone’s favorite meal, Clark was setting flowers up for everyone, Childs was setting out chocolates. MacReady was getting out the good, expensive liquor. The boys loved the holidays and Valentines Day was no exception.

Blair and Norris had decorated the base while Bennings, Fuchs and Cooper did extra chores and such so everyone could meet up again in the lounge room where they would all drink, play music (playlist made by Windows) and just have a great night eating candy and having a good time together.

“I wonder if we have any lovers in base.” MacReady asked once everyone was in the lounge eating. Bennings and Fuchs held up entwined hands and Norris and Cooper did the same.

“Oh, we’ll shit boys” MacReady hummed sipping his whiskey. He didn’t know a lot of the men were already dating.

“My woman’s at home still.” Childs chimes in, looking up from his plate of food.

“I don’t really need anyone yet. The dogs are enough.” Clark answers with a shrug.

“I’m not interested in no one yet either.” Nauls shrugs

“My wife is at home too. That leaves Windows and Palmer.” Blair’s points out. The whole table shifts to look at the two men. Palmer turns to Windows, grinning like a cat.

“We’ll, I know I like someone but he’s a pussy. How about you, Win-“ the stoner was cut off by Windows pulling him in by his shirt collar and planting a kiss on his lips.

“There we go, I guess.” Palmer breathed once Windows quickly broke the kiss and started chugging his drink.

[luvlorn]

i’ll show you love [p.p]

word count: 1.5k

pairing: peter pevensie x reader

warnings: insecurities, self-hate

a/n: you are all beautiful, just as you are. seeing all these type of requests hurt my heart, and know if you ever need to speak with someone you are free to message me whenever <3

request:  sorry if I'm bothering you, but I was wondering if I could get Peter with a crush or significant other that thinks their disgusting and ugly for having stretch marks and blemishes? and then proceeds to ignore/avoid Peter because they think they aren't pretty enough? not smut, but angst and fluff maybe? 💛💝 love you! - fellow Hufflepuff ☺️

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living in narnia was supposed to be out of a fairytale. an escape from the war, somewhere you could feel safe and away from the troubles of your true home. for some, like the pevensies, this was how it was. they were announced as kings and queens of narnia, and each took the responsibilities with great care and precision. even little lucy knew how to properly handle her throne, after a little bit of time.

you had come with the pevensies to narnia, though you weren’t sure if it was meant to be intentional or not. you just so happened to be staying with the professor as well, as your aunt, mrs. macready, was his housekeeper. you’d been invited to play cricket with the four, and happily agreed, since you’d been the only child in the old mansion for too long. 

all was going well, you all got to know each other a bit better (well, save for edmund who was pouting most of the time), until edmund hit a ball through one of professor kirke’s windows. 

you all quickly ran through the house, gauging the damage when you heard footsteps approaching the five of you. you were trying to find somewhere to hide when edmund led you all to a room you’d never been in before, with a massive wardrobe in the middle. 

“you’ve got to be kidding me.” peter muttered, but you all snapped your heads around to the footsteps seemingly just outside the door. 

“come on!” edmund ushered, lucy following directly behind him and the three eldest, consisting of you, susan and peter followed behind hesitantly. 

the next thing you knew, you were in narnia. of course, you didn't know it then, but you wouldn’t be returning home for many, many years. after the war against the white witch, the five of you were given the titles. the four pevensie siblings were crowned kings and queens, while you were titled the head knight, for your valiant efforts in the war. 

you were slightly upset at first when you learned you did not have the titles the others did, but as the years passed and you watched them struggle with the most boring meetings with other lands and endless amounts of negotiating treaties, you really could not find it in yourself to be jealous of their responsibilities. you had your own and you were satisfied with your little efforts to accomplish them. 

sometimes however, you felt as though you didn’t belong in narnia. sure, your job was important, but it was nothing edmund himself couldn’t handle. he had been named the best swordsmen in narnian history, and you figured they really could have done everything without you. 

today in particular was one of those days where you felt nothing but sadness and insecurity; you knew you weren’t meant to be here. though you wouldn’t admit it, there was a specific reason today of all days was bad for you.

the princess of calormen was visiting to sort out trades with the kings, and you were in charge of ensuring her safety. you had only just been dismissed as she entered her meetings, and you assigned other guards to the room, stating you had important matters to deal with. 

no one dared question you, and so you proceeded to your room, to be left alone. the princess was absolutely beautiful, there was no doubt in your mind. 

as you’d been watching her throughout her stay, you realized how her gaze always seemed to linger on peter a bit more than others. how she’d bat her eyelashes at him and blush when he kissed the knuckles of her hand, even though edmund did the same and hadn’t had the same effect.

she fancied peter. why wouldn’t she though? he was amazing. he had a title, and so did she. he was beautiful, as was she. and as much as you wanted to dislike her, she was one of the kindest maidens you’d met over your years, and peter was one of the nicest kings narnia had ever seen. they were perfect for each other, you decided. 

you and peter had had your moments from time to time; small things that others would have deemed a mutual crush. you had never truly acted on those feelings, however, as you didn’t feel you deserved him. 

he was high king, you were only a knight. you weren’t the fairest in the land, hell, you probably looked like scum next to susan and lucy. 

your mind drifted to the nights where you and peter would train, under the beautiful narnian sky, just the two of you and the sounds of your swords clashing. those were the times you treasured, but now, seeing as he was probably going to court the princess, you decided it was best for both of you to give each other some space. 

--

it had been three days since peter last saw you. he was now bidding farewell to the princess of calormen, who they had finally come to an agreement with. it took many meetings and much convincing, but it was finally decided and now she was returning home. 

he thought you were assigned to the princess, but he had been around her for long periods of time during her stay and you had suddenly been replaced with various guards. he was worried, and found his gaze dancing over the goodbye party meant for the princess, rather than focusing on the royal in front of him. 

“they care about you, you know.” she spoke, bringing peter’s attention back to the princess. 

“pardon me, my lady?” the princess smiled sadly.

“your head knight. i’ve seen the way they look at you, they care about you very much.” she repeated, a knowing smile on her face. “don’t let titles take away what you two have. you’re the high king, you decide what is right and what is not.” 

before peter could reply, she curtsied, moving onto bid his younger brother farewell. peter processes her words, straightening his back. he would find you after the party, he was determined. 

after what felt like many hours later, peter escaped the crowd, searching the ground for you. 

he checked your chambers, the kitchens, the stables, and there was only one last place he thought he’d find you; the training area. he was all but running to the grounds, and upon spotting you swinging at a dummy, he called your name. “y/n!” you turned, obviously surprised, before you quickly began to pack away your things. 

“sorry, your majesty. i’ll be leaving now.” you muttered, just as he was close enough to catch what you were saying. 

“what? what’s with the sudden use of titles? y/n, you’ve been avoiding me all week. did i do something?” he asked, worry evident in his eyes- one that you refused to see as so. you took it as pity, and began walking away, before he firmly grasped onto your wrist, refusing to let you leave.

“talk to me.” he whispered, and you sighed. 

“you should get back to the princess.” you muttered, disappointedly. 

“she returned to her land.. y/n, were you jealous?” realization suddenly dawned on peter, and his eyes blew wide when you didn’t answer, only tugging at your wrist in a feeble attempt to escape him. “y/n, she was only here for business purposes-” he started, but you cut him off angrily. 

“peter, she’s beautiful! she has a title, a land of her own- she can benefit you in marriage. she’s everything i’m not! you should court her.” you spat, and peter looked taken aback. he truly had no idea you felt this way, and a sudden guilt flooded him.

“do you.. do you think i haven’t courted you because of your title?” he sounded hurt, though you could hardly register it with the tears suddenly pouring down your cheeks. 

“that, and look at me peter! i’m not beautiful like her! i don’t have a perfect body, just look at me! i’m hideous, you don’t have to pretend otherwise.” peter wanted to cry right there and then. 

swiftly, he moved towards you, and without any warning, dipped his head down, taking your lips into a kiss filled with so much passion, your knees almost gave out. luckily, peter wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you firmly in place. he only pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours. 

“you are more than beautiful y/n. and i’m not going to stop loving you until you realize this for yourself. there is no such thing as perfect, everyone has flaws and things they dislike about themselves. i’m going to show you what love is, if you’ll let me.” he whispered, and you were sobbing now.

you launched yourself into him, crying into his shoulder and letting him hold you. “will you let me, y/n?” he whispered in your ear, you nodding into the fabric of his tunic. 

“yes, peter. i’m yours.” 

“good, because i’m ready to love every single part of you.”

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

top 5 ships (any fandom)

1. WinMac (Windows x MacReady - The Thing, 1982)

2. Reximus (Rex Dasher x Emperor Maximus - Playmobil: the Movie)

3. Chainshipping (Lawrence Gordon x Adam Faulkner Stanheight - Saw, 2004)

4. Peter Strahm x Mallick Scott (Saw franchise - it’s sweet and really grown on me)

5. Thanks to @king-of-the-outpost, Westley x Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride, who show far more chemistry than Westley x Buttercup ever do in the whole film

[chocobunss]

I watched The Thing and I ship Windows x Macready now