#'let er go! and Patty!

[writersdrug]

I need, need need neeeeed to know who you would picture bar owner price with 😩 picturing bar owner price has me week in the knees. I need more, how would he be around the bar when he was there? Supporting, bossy,silly? The possibilities are endless. 🥰

I'm loving how people are requesting things for the rest of the 141!!

Bar Owner!Price isn't there every day, and most often not during the actual shift. He's there some mornings, already at his desk on the floor above the pub, setting up the next inventory order and dealing out everyone's tips before Simon climbs down from his flat on the third floor. They both grunt at each other, tired and in need of a hot breakfast and some tea.

He helps set up for the shift - he likes being in the kitchen with Soap. He feels bad the man is back there all by himself, even though he says he doesn't mind it. "I get to cuss 'n bitch all I want back 'ere, sir." Still, Price spends a majority of his time back there with him, prepping burger patties and making sure everything is stocked and ready. Gets on his case about updating the menu, but Soap insists the customers like it the way it is.

Price makes an appearance on the floor every now and then, opting to help run food or bartend on the busier nights. He checks in with the regulars, leaning his forearms on the bar with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, laughing and chatting with them and occasionally offering to refill their drinks. Simon grumbles quietly about him being in the way, but Price doesn't take it to heart.

He doesn't stay late. John isn't that old, but he likes to be back at home by a decent hour. One ruined sleep schedule and he's a shot for the rest of the week. He likes to get back to his flat, make himself a sandwich and pour himself some whiskey, and be on on his sofa and reading his book no later than ten in the evening. Routines have always been a part of his military career, and what can he say? Old habits really fo die hard.

Then you came along.

You didn't just rock Simon's world - you'd gotten Price, too. Though introductions could have been smoother (you nearly beat him with a keg when he came in through the back door and scared you), he's grown fond of you. First, as a hard worker and go-getter; then, as a pretty little waitress with a dazzling smile that likes to keep him on his toes. You love poking fun at him, calling him "bossman" or "barmaster" (doesn't make sense to him, since he's hardly behind the bar - but he finds it cute). You tease him for the way he runs your food, then gets stuck at the table for five minutes just chatting up the customers. You ask him things like, "Who do you prefer, Cardi B or Nicki Minaj?" And laugh when he just stares at you with a furrowed brow. He'll happily let you tease him for being an "old" man just to hear your laughter.

Then Simon sent that photo in the group chat, and Price felt something stir in his chest: looking at you, posing all prettily for your picture, working to push your little idea out there and bring in a crowd. He's impressed, but he's also intrigued. He's got his sights on you, and he's dying to figure out more about his waitress.

"'S the post making any headway?" He asks one night, leaning on the bar next to where you sit. Your tips are finished, money waded into the pocket of your apron as you scroll on your phone, sipping on a screwdriver.

"Kinda..." You mumble, a pout on your face, creasing the skin between your eyebrows. "People are seeing it, and there are a few likes, but no one's really engaging. Not sure if this will do well."

Price hums thoughtfully, looking at your lips while you stare at your screen. He's holding back the urge to lean in and take a whiff of your perfume, afraid it might seem just a bit too strange. "Have you tried promoting it?"

You look at him, laying your phone on the bar top. "Well... I could, but..." You wanted to finish with 'it would cost money'. But then, you'd be insinuating that you expected him to pay you. You could boost the post yourself, but you'd rather not spend money on something that might flop.

"'S there a problem?" Price asked, leaning in closer to you.

"I mean... promoting a post costs some money. Like, for it to be advertised to five hundred people, you'd pay around one fifty. And I think, depending on how far you wanted the post to reach - like, literally, how big of a geographic area - that would cost even more."

Price chuckles. "You do realize how much business you've brought in since you've joined the team, hmm?"

That makes your cheeks warm, pressing your lips into a line to avoid grinning like an idiot at the compliment. "I mean... sure..."

"Go upstairs to the office and get my wallet." he says, standing up from his seat at the bar.

You watch with a stupefied expression as he walks to the POS and prints some blank receipt paper. "You- you mean it? Are you sure?"

He sits on a barstool near the kitchen door. "Wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. Hurry up- before I change my mind."

You don't need to be told twice. You drop your phone onto the bar and bolt towards the stairs - you stop yourself, running back to where Price sits and hugging him from behind. He lets out a surprise grunt as you do your best to smother him.

"You're the best boss ever!" you squeal. Then, just like that - you're off to the office upstairs. He preens over the compliment as he hears you leaping two steps at a time.

"Be careful." he calls over his shoulder. He sits there a moment, staring at the paper in front of him. He's surprised he hadn't accidentally thrown you off of him purely out of instinct, but he can't say he isn't absolutely delighted by the hug. It lingers in his mind, his chest still remembering your arms around him. He shakes his head, reaching forward to grab a pen from behind the bar.

His eyes meet Simon's - the man is glaring daggers, his head framed by the window in the kitchen door, mask hanging from his ear. His lips are pulled down into quite possibly the angriest frown Price has ever seen. His nostrils flare as he exhales - Price wonders what sort of insults are flying through the bartender's head right now.

He glares right back. If Simon wants something, he'll give it to him. But he'll make him ask for it, like any normal human being. John isn't going to surrender just because Ghost is huffing and puffing, expecting his boss to back away from you just because he's stomping his foot and looking menacing. But how can he be sure that Simon really wants you, more than he thinks Price deserves you, if the lad won't say anything? It's only reasonable, right?

"If you want something, Simon, say something." Price calls out, never backing down from Simon's jealous gaze.

He huffs again and disappears from the kitchen window. Price can hear shuffling and banging, followed by Soap's irritated voice: "Oi, I got it! Get yourself outta my kitchen n' go your own shite, 'fore you break my stuff."

Price sighs, scribbling down some numbers on the paper in front of him. He'll cave, eventually.

[newkatzkafe2023]

Hi there!, can you make a monkey queen Y/N as Jessica rabbit?, i'm quite curious how the wukongs along with other characters in their fandom reacts to the wukong's wife being a iconic asexual beauty!

OK here goes nothing😅

(Lmk Wukong) SIMP NUMBER 1!!!! Well he's constantly blushing around us. And stumbling over his feet and chokes alot trying to talk. But he's so funny you couldn't let somebody like him get away. He sometimes tries to front his bravito but you can see right though him and love him the same and he would melt of he can.

(NR Wukong) SIMP NUMBER 2!!! He's has so many nosebleeds around us that you fear, you may have to take him to the ER. He flirts Constantly and would spoil you alot. But he's a silly and hyperactive old man that loves and care for you very much.he make you Laugh all day everyday and that's will always be a win.

(MKR Wukong) You find yourself taking care of this dude. Is that angry little street cat?That just needs someone to care about him Genuinely. And we don't mind him and his violence A lot of the time it's warranted and we hate how the monk doesn't appreciate it. In other news pigsy is envious of Wukong and he loves to rub it in his face.

(HIB Wukong) Thinks this is a cruel sick joke. I mean somebody pretty and extraordinary Like you is giving him attention and the time of day. Who put you up to this And how much are they paying you? But when he finds that everything you do is legit And you display such patience and kindness. And you'll love to play patty cake with Luier and Silly girl After teaching them. He loves you so much He just doesn't know what to do🥰🥰🥰🥰.

(Netflix Wukong) SIMP NUMBER 3!!!! This guy is desperate to impress you. You are so pretty and catches the eye of many That he feels.He needs to go all out and change a little bit just to keep you near. But Sometimes he trips and messes up and he ends up Making you laugh. And with that you stood by his side Watching his silly antics as he make you giggle and cuddle him.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG

[1d1195]

Harry '15-'20

I have loved this man for a lot longer than 2015 but this is when I started writing about him. Here we go.

Tea and Cuddles Story Time Little Things Meanie Kiss Me Monsters Study Date In the morning I’ll be with you Keds and Tube Socks Just the Three of Us | Just the Three of Us II | Just the Three of Us III

ER History | History II Dinner My Relationship to You Patty Cake | Patty Cake II Keep Your Head Up Spa Day Highest Heels Ankles I Don’t Feel Alone

Cinderella Thoughtful and Innocent Photograph Flirting Wonderwall Boxing Christmas I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now. Explain yourself You have to let her walk on her own eventually

I think I’m falling in love with you You lied to me! Where are my clothes? Grand Gesture What do you think you’re doing? Just leave me alone Are you even listening to me? Pictures I can’t fall asleep…will you help me? Making a wish together

Don’t let me go Do you know what time it is? What do you think you’re doing? Piggyback Rides Kiss me You’re not going anywhere* Oh my God, what happened?! I hate you Touchy feely I’m coming back for you*

Smacking your bum I think m'gonna be sick… Adoption Screaming Can I hold your hand? School teacher It’s me or the boys, you choose. Dating Harry Kissing Booth You’re bad for me*

You could’ve died Rainy Day Infinity I think you’re beautiful Best friend’s sibling Perfect Home Period Titanic Halloween

Roommates Saturday Morning Chores Love You Goodbye (Divorce AU) I Wanna Write You a Song Sex Hair Haircut Caving Dating (with Niall) Bad Boy

Hey Angel Never Enough Don’t push me away A.M. Samson Acoustic #3 Mafia First visit to England

[luzxii]

MORE OMORICK AU OUGH

And here i'm gonna infodump about it lmaoo

- basically Patty'skinda dead, i'm still figuring out what exactly caused it but Rick was in so me was either directly or indirectly involved. Streber was a witnessed and Rick swore him silent on the manner, Streber knowing it was n't entirely Rick's fault and in the stress of th e situation played it off as one of Bob's murd er's. everything having happened on hallowe en. Things going to far to the point fessing u p would cause an even large punishment for covering up a murder, knowing Rick could ge t possible decades of jailtime depending on t he technicalities.

- Rick isolated himself from both the guilt of what happened to Patty and the stress of h aving to hide it or be jailed for who knows how long, he gave up on about everything including his job and broke up with his partn er (who is a certain oc of mine that im plann ing to drag into this) but yeah he entered a deep depression after something like that.

- dreamscape is vastly different then sunny 's, one thing that always griped me in au's is when characters completly unrelated to sunny had an almost identical headspace to him, even if they may not even have one in how they would cope with the situation. As for rick, he doesn't have a "distracting wond erland" in the same way sunny does. He doesn't strike me as the type to want that, instead his dreamscape formed outside of his control, functioning as these reacurring dreams. It presents itself in the form of his home town. It having the same function as the real thing, except some details may be off as its based soley on rick's memory; so certain details are off and obscured, fading off into nothing. Rick is stuck working at one of his first in show jobs in his dream, as a store cashier. Representing how hes stuck in the past, not letting himself move forward.

- dw would function as a sort of job simulato r with quests that involve the other characte rs in quests, as customers or in other places throughout. Dream world is covered in a des aturated hue, Rick being the only one fully gr ayscale. Representing both his heavy feeling s or numbness and the dullness he sees in the world and most of all in himself.

ANYWAYS please give me more ideas if you have any i wanna expand this au- /nf

[crossover-enthusiast]

HSHSHSHSH

When Frank drops em off at the mall, Tom bows and mutters her own word of gratitude before running after the kids into the mall. The Spookeez and her run off into the dolls section, and Tom asks what they might want. They respond that they'd like a Happy Fella, so she grabs one and the three end up encountering Rick. Rick doesn't say anything about them being too young to buy here because they're with Tom, but he does ask why they're dressed for Halloween even though it's June—to which Tom responds by saying—"AH, DEAREST MALL WORKER—DONT YOU KNOW????". Pump says—"It's Spooky Month!". Rick denies that it is, which causes Pump to whisper something about him not knowing it's Spooky Month while giggling, and Tom just smiles down at him.

Tom is off screen for a bit of the Candy Dealer segment since she's paying for some other stuff she decided to buy—and ends up walking out once they pretend to be dead, but she sees them 'dead' and let's out a cut off scream before it cuts to the next scene. But I can't decide if this should happen or if she should happily walk out with the kids and encounter the Candy Dealer with them?? If she does, I can imagine her acting equally oblivious as the kids are since the moment she hears the word 'candy', she immediately sees an opportunity to go see Kevin. She probably proudly exclaims something about how she then great princess will personally transport it to the candy shopkeeper. Before immediately pretending to be dead with the kids after saying 'LET US JOURNEY TOWARD THE MEDICAL AID CENTER!', or they drop down dead and she's just like '..KIDS??? KIIIIIDS?".

Either way, Tom probably wakes up in a hospital bed off screen or she's somewhere else in the hospital. But either way, I can imagine she's probably talking with Patty, at least until she finds the kids outside after presumably just casually walking out of the hospital bedroom like she wasn't dead a few seconds ago. Or just walks out and goes 'AH—THERE YOU ARE—! ER... WHY DO YOU LOOK SO DIZZING-Y?". Either way, she probably just scoops up the kids since they're injured or fixes them up before walking to the candy store with them.

She proudly goes to the candy store with the kids while smiling to herself, and if the kids are still injured—Kevin probably says the 'What happened to you??' line—which leads to Tom saying that she doesn't know and that she just found them like that. She says not to worry and fixes them up right then and there though. But after she does that, Skid and Pump ask for candy cans. And Kevin nearly refuses, but gives in when Tom whines that he's not being very fair, and gives the kid candy cans. However, Tom is reminded of the 'sugar' by Pump, and with surprising cheerfulness, she hands him it. When he anxiously asks what it is, Pump says the 'sugar from the candy dealer' line, and Tom tells him to be sure to enjoy it while not so secretly leaving a note on it, before leaving with the kids. (Alternatively if the kids aren't injured she doesn't fix them up—but the scene just kinda plays out how it does here anyway). The note that she slips onto it is revealed to read 'DISPOSE OF THIS!!', which makes Kevin more stressed out since he doesn't know how the fuck to casually get rid of drugs, even more so when John and Jack walk in the moment he grabs it.

(Stopping so ya can read)

HAH

Honestly her walking in and giving a cut off scream is funnier to me, I like that one more

Also funny to me that even Tom is just "GET RID OF THIS"

[fruitless-vain]

You feed raw right? I'm looking into feeding half kibble half raw and just wondering what brand you use. I feel like you always research so thoroughly that I trust your opinion

I currently feed hungry hunter (sub brand of big country raw) and rotate proteins, they meet the AAFCO nutrient profiles, CFIA standards, are readily available at common stores which make stocking up way easier, are a well established brand, and have an extended feeding trial readily available which they happily provide the full research paper for upon request (which is quite rare for raw brands currently!)

It is not the Worlds Largest Feeding Trial Ever but that’s to be expected when raw is new and research takes time.

And of course my two get annual bloodwork to ensure they’re getting everything they need and we’ve never had an issue.

I’ve tried a few brands in the past

Primal raw- is well reviewed and quite popular (and pricey here) but Yoshi hated it because the frozen meats are squeezed in to shapes which makes the meat pretty dry. Freeze dried formulas she hated no matter what we used to rehydrate the meal with

Stella and chewy’s- again well reviewed well known and expensive. I only ever used the freeze dried as treats since they have some fun exotic flavours like goose and rabbit. It was fine but Yoshi just doesn’t love freeze dried as much. Their frozen formulas are also packed in to shapes which squeezes the juice out so picky dogs might not like it

Iron will raw- I honestly loved this one and so did Yo but it ended up being difficult for me to stock up on with only one company carrying it. Lots of unique flavour options like kangaroo! great bulk boxes and mixes. Just sold in satchels so they’re bloody and delicious to picky Yoshi. They didnt have as much research backing them as my current food choice

Instinct- another highly popular and expensive brand, only ever tried their freeze dried formulas and it was /fine/ but wasn’t a favourite and so enormously overpriced. Again frozen form is Patties and nuggets which lack Juiciness

Ofc I’m in Canada so idk what brands are really going to be available to you, key things are to look for current research from the brand, if they have reports on bacteria present in packing (raw brands should regularly be testing their packs to ensure salmonella, etc. aren’t present/// far below accepted measurements in their packs) and to talk to your vet.

Yes a lot of vets will be weary when you mention it- most of them are worried about cross contamination from poor prep work and bad formulations- but often when you explain that you are a knowledgeable human being wanting to do your best here they’re willing to work with you and help. Vets will know what brands have sent pets to their ER more than others, vets will know what brands have caused deficiencies for their clients in your area. They can help you figure out what foods are available around you that they Do recommend, and what ones they really hope you stay away from.

Raw isn’t nearly as scary as it can seem once you find the right brands to work with. Keep your area clean, don’t have anything in the fridge for more than 3 days MAX and when you thaw to portion it out ensure it’s only semi thawed- you should be cutting through it with force, not like jello, otherwise you’re letting bacteria develop before re freezing it.

[killeroos]

Max, grinning ear to ear, pronounces his whole agreement to the "best and loveliest idea." Looking at Virat, he asks, "Did you know Nick is an engineer?"

***

happy to continue this! 🩷

well, once vk realizes glenn won't let him escape so easily, he decides he needs back-up. he excuses himself to use the loo, where he barricades himself inside, just in case glenn decides to follow him inside to berate him. first, he fires off a quick text to pat, acting like nick, saying "hey baby, im sorry but it'll take me some more time to reach, my boss gave me more work just as i was heading out. 😤" then vk texts his manager. "don't ask any questions, just call me after 10 minutes and tell me im supposed to be somewhere to shoot an ad immediately."

he hurries outside again, where within 10 minutes, he receives the manager's call.

"virat!" the manager thunders on the other line. "where the fuck are you? you were supposed to be at the studio half an hour ago to shoot that ad for ceat tyres!"

"wasn't that scheduled for tomorrow?" vk asks, doing a good impression of confusion.

"it was today!" the manager bellows. "get your ass here asap, everyone else is already here and waiting!"

"sorry, sorry, I'll be there, just give me fifteen minutes!" vk doesn't have to manufacture the sheepish tone, his manager can be really scary when he wants to. mumbling hasty apologies to everyone and shaking glenn's hand off his arm, he makes a wild dash for his car.

half an hour later, vk is back at the bar, this time dressed as nick.

"hello, love!" pat wraps an arm around his waist, leaning down to peck him on the cheek. vk blushes, melting into pats touch. "meet my friends."

pat introduces him to josh, greeny and maxi. vk as nick does a stellar job of playing the shy and starstruck fan, surrounded by his idols. he's certain pat doesn't suspect anything wrong.

"so nick," glenn's grin is more of a smirk and vk is immediately wary. "i hear you're a fan of virat?"

vk giggles nervously. "er, yeah, you could say that." as pat turns around to place their order, he glares daggers at glenn, silently telling him to drop it.

"you know, virat and i have been friends for ages. if you want an autograph or something, i can totally arrange it," glenn continues, winking. "what do you say pat, should i call virat and ask him to join us? his ad shoot must be over by now!"

"oh that won't be necessary--" vk/nick demurs politely, nearly dying inside, but pat cuts across him. "that's a brilliant idea! nick has always wanted to meet virat." then his nose wrinkles in distaste. "although i can't imagine why, the guy is a fucking jerk." pat misses the way vk/nick flinches at the statement.

"I'll call vk right now!" glenn's hand is hovering over the call button now. vk knows full well that it would be an embarrassing situation to explain if, when glenn called vk, it was "nick's" phone that went off in the middle of the bar.

"you don't have to!" he almost yells, panicked. "you don't have to trouble him, he's such a famous man, i doubt he'd have the time for me. i can get his autograph some other time!"

"like when you come to one of patty's matches?" josh speaks up, eyes twinkling.

glenn's grin is devious. pat lights up. vk gulps.

"that's such a great idea!" pat gushes. "nick, why don't you come to the india vs australia match this weekend? I'll get the tickets! and ill even get you virat's autograph, he'll be playing, so you can meet him too!"

"yeah, go ahead nick, we'll love to have you!" glenn sniggers.

vk blinks up at pat, a deer in headlights.

"you'll come to cheer for me, won't you nick?" pat is looking at him with eager anticipation, his eyes shining like crystals, full of hope. how was vk supposed to turn him down?

"alright. I'll be there," vk seals his own fate, swallowing, smiling faintly at pat. "I'll be there."

***

might come back to continue it 😃🤭

AAHHHHH amazing!!!! poor virat just keeps digging himself deeper and deeper 😭😅

[petervc88]

Cappelle Calling - 8 juli 2024

Als LP van de Week stond misschien wel het beste solo album van Eric Clapton centraal: 461 Ocean Boulevard uit 1974. Waarvan ik ook een cover haalde voor de DisCovered. De Filmplaat was naar aanleiding van de verjaardag van Beck. Verder draaide ik veel artiesten die de komende week in Nederland optreden, en waarvan ik er één ook zelf ga bezoeken.

Terugluisteren kan hier.

Dit was de playlist:

Uur 1:

ZZ Top - Gimme All Your Lovin' Son Mieux feat. Nile Rodgers - This Is The Moment Elvis Presley - That's All Right Eric Clapton - Motherless Children (LP van de Week) Joss Stone - Right to Be Wrong Zach Bryan feat. Bruce Springsteen - Sandpaper Patti Smith - Because The Night Eric Clapton - I Shot The Sheriff (DisCovered) Tom Jones - It's Not Unusual Beck - Dreams (Filmplaat - uit 'The Circle') Creedence Clearwater Revival - Bad Moon Rising Eric Clapton - Willie And The Hand Jive (LP van de Week) Zucchero - Freedom

Uur 2:

Alice Cooper - Poison chokecherry - Afterglow Eric Clapton - Please Be With Me (LP van de Week) Sting - Seven Days Bob Marley & The Wailers - I Shot The Sheriff (DisCovered) Stealers Wheel - Late Again Eric Clapton - Let It Grow (LP van de Week) Black Pumas - Colors Taylor Swift - Anti-hero (Acoustic Version) World Party - Ship Of Fools Eric Clapton - Steady Rollin' Man (LP van de Week) PM Warson - A Little More Time Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes - I Don't Want To Go Home

Cappelle Calling is iedere maandagavond van 20:00 t/m 22:00 te horen op Radio 90FM. Iedere woensdagmiddag wordt de uitzending herhaald van 18:00 tot 20:00. Suggesties voor DisCovered of De Filmplaat zijn welkom via de Facebookpagina van het programma of via cappellecalling@gmail.com.

[vlazed]

“Hello… and welcome back to my JOKERIFIC FOOD REVIEWS!! This time, I’ll be reviewing my very own JOKER BURGER BOX! Let’s dig in… WITH A SMILE! EYAHAHAHA!!!!!

“First up… the JOKER BURGER!! With a Joker-Beef patty, funny cheese (moldy the cheese is moldy EYEHEHEHHE) and our premium secret ingredient. Let me have a taste… EYEYEHOOO!! JOKERLICIOUS, rich with SOCIETAL FLAVORS!! I give this a JOKER/10!!!”

“NEXT UP… OUR JOKER FRIES!! I know what you’re thinking… why so French? Because these are FRENCH FRIES, IF COURSE!!! EYEHAHAHAHA!!!!!! Cut silly style with a side of ooze, this one is sure to send you squealing to the JOKER ROOM!! Let me have a taste… EEEEYOHOHO!!! NOW THAT’S FUNNY!!! I GIVE THIS…. JOKER/JOKER!!!!!!! OHOHEEEE!!!!!!”

“LAST BUT NOT LEAST, OUR SIGNATURE DRINK! JOKER BRAND GOO & ADHESIVE REMOVED!!! I must say, my stomach has been FULL of goo and adhesives as of late so this will do me WELL!! Let’s give her a SIP, SHALL WE??(“

“…hm. That’s. Um. Oh god. I, er, can’t feel my legs. Oh. I think. I think I’m going to see the great apple car in the sky…! My jokesters…. Stay….. funny..!!!”

if the joker could eatbox

[howlingday]

The Minions are said to be loyal to the most evil person hey can find. So why are they following Jaune all of a sudden?

"Yang!" Ruby called out to her sister across the knoll in the park. She waved to get the older girl's attention. "Yang, you gotta check these guys out!"

"Later, Rubes!" She called back. She and Blake were hanging out of the park while Zwei yipped around them.

"But, Yang, these guys are so funny!" After being waved off a second time, Ruby pulled out the secret weapon. "In fact, they're probably funnier than-!"

"Don't." Yang put a hand over her sister's mouth.

"Oh! Yappo yappo!" Yang looked down to see... something. She didn't know how to describe the creature in front of her. It stood up to her and Ruby's knees, was a striking banana yellow, and wore goggles, coveralls, and working boots. It seemed to talk some kind of gibberish with another one next to it.

"Uh, Ruby, what- er, who is this?"

"I don't know." Ruby answered with a smile. "He didn't say. But they're really funny. Like him," Ruby pointed at the one with one eye, who looked around confused, "he's really good at hamboning."

"Oh, gabba bo boo dah!" The... person blushed and rolled onto his head. He then began slapping his knees upside down. It was kind of cool.

"Chuck! Woody!" A voice called. "I'm back!" The two excitedly looked at each other and ran towards the voice. A handsome man approached with brown bags of groceries in his arms. They tugged on his jeans and babbled at him. "Oh, you made new friends?" He looked up at Ruby and Yang. "Hello there! My name's Jaune. Jaune Arc. And this is Chuck and Woody." He gestured with his legs. "And you are?"

"Ruby, and this is my sister, Yang." Ruby politely introduced.

"And Chuck and Woody are your... friends?" Yang cautiously asked.

"Something like that. They just showed up one day and they've been helping me and my girlfriend ever since." Jaune looked down at the two. "I had to run some errands, and they insisted they come."

His face lit up, and he looked behind him. "Ah, that's her now. We gotta get going. It was nice meeting you!" He looked down to Chuck and Woody. "Guys, can help carry this to the bullhead?"

They nodded, then waved good-bye before taking the bags and skipping off, the young man answering as he waved farewell.

"All the hot guys in the world, and this one is taken." Yang grimaced. "Not to mention playing dad with his friends."

"He seemed like somebody with good humor." Ruby remarked. "Totally your type."

"Yeah, but his girlfriend probably wouldn't like me getting close to her man. I'd be pretty pissed."

"Swear jar!" Ruby barked.

---------------------------------------------------

Cinder was pissed. Jaune could tell by the tone of her voice. But she kept it polite as she could. She was already about 50 Lien in the hole in swear jar funds already.

"Get. Back here. Now." Cinder growled.

"I was just on my way back, Cindy." Jaune replied. "I just had to pick up Chuck and Woody."

"I'll never understand why you let those things follow you around."

"They don't have anyone else." He looked down and smiled at the two playing Patty-Slap, a game much like Patty-Cake, except the person who trips up the game is slapped. He chuckles as Chuck slapped Woody. "Besides, you're the only one who doesn't like them."

"Me, Emerald, and Hazel, you mean." Cinder defended.

"Well, I don't know about Hazel, but Emerald thinks they're all very sweet." He looked at the bullhead schedule. Still a ways away. "She told me so herself."

"Was it in confidence?"

"I don't know." Jaune gave a sly smirk. "Was it?"

"You never fail to confuse me when you intend to." Cinder smiled back and gave a light chuckle. "I'm so lucky to have an enigma like you in my life."

"No, I'd say I'm lucky to have a gorgeous woman like you in my life."

"Very true." Cinder flipped her hair behind her. "Still, Salem isn't happy. One of her eyes saw you talking to her oldest foe."

"Oh? Was Ozma there?"

"No, but his bi-" Cinder coughed as Jaune narrowed his eyes. "His student has silver eyes. That could prove problematic in the future."

"Ruby Rose isn't a problem." Jaune then minimized the call screen and pulled up the top secret student information he had asked Watts to retrieve from him about Ruby. "She's a girl. A child. She's still naive to the world, sees it as black, white, and red. She doesn't know about the gray areas yet. But I think I can help her see the light in the darkness." He then returned to the call. "Unless you're worried about something else."

"I'm not wooried." Cinder replied, looking away.

"You're a bad liar, Cindy~." Jaune teased. "Are you jealous? Worried someone will sweep me off my feet with their noble heart?"

"Absolutely not!" She huffed.

"Don't worry, Cindy~." Jaune smiled warmly and lovingly at his girlfriend. "I only have eyes for you~."

"Just call me when you get back!" Cinder blushed and hung up, leaving Jaune to chuckle. He looked down at Woody and Chuck, who mocked him with kissing faces. "Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes. "But don't forget, you two. You're not following the woman of darkness, the men of insanity, vengeance, and pride, or the ambitious and lovely Cinder." He points at himself with a thumb. "You're following the most evil being on Remnant, who uses the greatest force in the entire universe." The two stopped their mocking and waited with expectation. He reached out and grabbed both of their scalps, and twisted them left and right as he chuckled. They giggled in turn.

Jaune Arc was the man who would conquer the world with love.

[writersmilex]

Slipknot And Hugs.

How does Slipknot hug? Hug Head-canons, for the ones who like hugs. 

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0# Sid Wilson :

-Squeeze the life out of you hug.

-He finds it funny to catch you off guard by sneaking up on you. With his arms raised, ready to strike down at his prey.

-He lunges down and traps you in his arms. You scream in surprise, he laughs loudly.

-He hugs you from behind a lot, squeezing you hard, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, nuzzling your hair.

-He will loosen his arms if you're willing to turn around and hug him back!

-Squeeze him back and he's a happy guy.

-Also he likes to hang on you, arms wrapped around your shoulders and keeping you close.

-Somethings he interrupts the conversation your having with someone by talking about unrelated things.

- "In the Netherlands, they eat really thin pancakes for dinner. Did you know that?"

- "Yes Sid, I have been there..."

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1# Joey Jordison :

- A quick, fleeting hug.

-Usually before going somewhere, or right before a show starts. He will give you a quick hug, and before you can even react he is walking away.

-If you want to keep him around a little longer you gotta force it a little bit. Catch him when he's about to hug you and trap him into your arms.

-Give him a quick squeeze, then pat him on the back and stroke his hair. And he's docile again.

-Refuse to let go, and hug firmly. His head under your chin, nuzzle his hair, he relaxes and stays for a minute longer.

- If one on his band-members catches him in your arms and points it out. Joey will snap at them. You have to hold him tighter to keep him from jumping at them.

- Eventually he's relax in the hug again. Although he really has to go now, but now he doesn't want to let go!

- "go now, or you'll get late." You say, trying to push him away gently.

- "Come with me then?" He suggests. Just go with him, he doesn't want to leave you, and he'll miss it if you don't.

- Things like this have happened before...

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1.2# Jay Weinberg :

-Friendly hug.

-Often a friendly side squeeze before a show. Sometimes a hug and pat on the back but those are a bit more uncommon.

- Giving him all the pats on the back and he feels well appreciated!

-be a little playful-aggressive, shaking him and squeeze him, it will make him laugh.

- If you do that, he will keep feeling it for a while.

- He believes that hugs are good for you. And he's not afraid to ask for one if he needs one.

- And He will offer a hug if one of his friends appears to need one.

- He doesn't mind long hugs. But not too long, or else he'll get uncomfortable.

- Every time you hug him, it feels like your friendship grow a little.

- He's not one to talk about feelings a lot, but he is willing to hug it out.

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2# Paul Gray :

-Big bear hug.

-A pretty affectionate guy. Always ready for a hug!

-arms wrap around you, nice and comfy.

-if you got the time, you should play patty-cake with him!

- He has a hard time letting go. "Come on, a little longer?"

- He's so warm and cozy, it can't be real.

- if there is no time for a hug, he will pat you on the back a few times, or wrap and arm around your shoulders.

- Simply standing next to him is already comforting!

- While your hugging, he might even ask you how your day was, or is so far!

- To put it shortly, You really shouldn't refuse a hug from this guy.

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2.2# Alessandro Venturella :

-Tight hug.

- "come 'ere you!"

- Ensue big tight hug and warm hug.

- He want you to remember this interaction when he is away.

- Come on, squeeze him back. he loves that!

- He will pick you up if he is capable. Twirl you and shake you up good.

- He had definitely left an impression on you with that stunt of his. Good, that's exactly what he wanted.

- His hugs are so damn tight, you better hold your breath!

- It's almost he wants to squeeze the life out of you like Sid does. Or he just wants to show how much he appreciates you!

-Try and get revenge and hug him back just a tight.

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3# Chris Fehn :

-Squeeze to the side hug.

- He is simply not sure on how to approach the hugging part.

- He just... wraps his arm around you and pulls you to his side, squeezing slightly.

- that's good enough right? no?  Well how about this!

- A big hug, pulling you tight to himself, swaying clumsily and almost falling together.

- As long as you keep both of your feet on the ground, things should be fine.

- He likes to ruffle your hair a lot. He messes it up on purpose,  just to tease you. You're never really happy with it, but it's innocent enough to let it slide.

- He's really happy when you hug him back, it comforts him a lot. And it grands him a break from the usual Slipknot madness.

- Once in a while, sometimes before a show. He will look for you and hug without saying anything. It calms him down.

- He really feels like he needs those, please return them to him.

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3.2# Tortilla man :

-Surprise hug.

-He doesn't waste any time.

- Hug! Now!

- If he opens his arms wide in your general direction, he hopes you understand what happens next.

- You better give in or else he's gonna follow you around all day and bother you about it.

- He shakes you around and growls while hugging. Making you laugh, and he loves to hear you laugh.

- While hugging, he will roughly pat you on the shoulder a couple times. Pat, Pat, Pat!

- Congrats you have befriended the feral Tortilla man! He's now at your service.

- And if you don't get the hint, he will approach you and trap you in a hug.

- He won't let go until you hug him back!

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4# Jim Root :

-Enveloping hug.

-big man, big hugs!

-he like to rest his face into your hair, your hair smells nice...

-Jim is pretty shy about initiating the hug. But if you stand there with your arms open he will take the hint.

-i would hug you for hours if he could.

- He's really warm and comfy to hug.

- He like the way your hair smells, and how it feels when he puts his face in it.

- He sometimes bends over you completely and you have to lean back. Hit his back to get him to stop.

- He has always had a habit of looming over people and you are no exception, even if you're on the taller side.

- Safe this guy's back big pushing towards to keep him standing up straight.

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5# Craig Jones :

-Awkward pat hug.

'Watch the spikes! If he's wearing the mask.

-He may be very silent, but he's a great friend once getting close to him. A good listener!

-when you make the first move he will awkwardly pat your shoulder-blades a few times. Sometimes drumming both his hands on your back.

-you rest your head against the very edge of his shoulder to avoid getting stabbed in the face by those rusty spikes. You might get an infection if you do get poked!

-and that has become a sort of habit. It's just the way you hug him now until you figure how if he's wearing a mask or not.

- No matter what you do, you can't escape the back pats!

- And he doesn't make the first move, you do it! He's not sure how to do it.

-He just stares at you, hoping you can see in his eyes what he is trying to tell you.

- Craig also needs a hug every once in a while. But not to often...

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6# Shawn Crahan :

-Protecting hug.

-You often join the band when they go do in store signings or fan meetings.

-If someone gets to close for your liking and Clown sees that.

-He will walk up. Grab you and pull you back, glaring at whoever is bothering you, growl at them and drag you back to the others.

-Will stay near you for the rest to the event.

-yeah... People don't talk to you when Clown is around. Mainly because they don't wanna get get harassed by him.

- It's kinda cool, you don't have to worry about anything with him by your side!

- Aside from the protection he provides in those scenarios. His hugs are great, it's very unexpected really.

- You wouldn't expect a guy like him to give such nice hugs!

- It's advised that you enjoy every moment it it!

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7# Mick Thomson :

-Gentle hug.

-Arms around you, gentle squeeze. He thinks you're frail and could shatter if he's not careful enough.

-loves it when you treat him the same way. It makes him feel at ease.

-usually in public, he just puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it, then he leaves again.

-behind closed door he can be a tiny bit more cuddly, but not a whole lot.

- He's not sure of what to do with his hands or where to put them without looking invasive... He will just leave them on your shoulders, that's fine right?

- His hug are never really long lasting, it gets a little awkward...

- In public, he will do nothing more than a quick hug or a pat on the shoulder.

- If he sees that you could need a hug, he is willing to give you one.

- Just don't come running to him every time. There are other people around that can do it better than him, like Paul...

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8# Corey Taylor :

-Lingering hug.

-come on, just a little longer, please?

-it's reassuring to him. A fleeting moment of nothing but comfort and support.

- pats you on the back, in hope he can assure you as well. It's nice.

- It's feels like a missing puzzle piece that has been found after years of being lost.

- If he feels down he will look for you and hug you without saying anything. And if you hug him back he's a happy guy again.

- If you need a hug, he is always willing to give you one! Always!

- He wants to be there for you, just as much as you are there for him.

- in the right moment, the hug can evolve into a straight up cuddle.

- Hugs just always last longer than they intend to....

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Would you like a hug? Here you go!

Thank you for reading.

- Missalot.

[juniemunie]

YES YES YES

OK LIKE HELL AM I GONNA LEAVE THAT BE here are some new and improved Avery lines

@pasteldot this is your fault

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[lokilickedme]

I am very pleased to announce that after my mother, a drug lord, an entitled Karen with a vicious one-eyed dog, various noisy one-nighters at the motel, two irritable ranchhands and a herd of murderous peacocks, WE FINALLY HAVE GOOD NEIGHBORS.

My god it took moving 1200 miles to make it happen but it finally happened and I don’t even know what to do with myself, I’m so stupidly thrilled.  The lady is just old enough to be my mom, meaning she’s also just old enough to be Big and Little’s grandmom, which is exactly what all of us need...and yesterday she proved her willingness to be exactly that :)

(under the cut because there’s some blood and icky medical stuff mentioned)

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So I’m fixing supper and using an abnormally sharp kitchen knife to separate frozen hamburger patties from each other, as one does when one is stupid, and the inevitable happens - slip, slice, MOTHERFUCK, blood.  Thumb damn near severed at the joint.  Husband is outside with the neighbor man, an exceptionally friendly old guy who tends to be exceptionally versed in just about everything you’re too lazy to look up on your own, so I slip on my fuzzy slippers and trot out there with my hand wrapped up in a paper towel to ask him and Tom if they think I need medical assistance.  Frank says “Alright lets see it” so I unwrap.

Tom literally steps back into the street clutching his stomach.  Frank nods his head once and says “Yep, better get goin’.”  But since medical care is a little bit out of the question at the moment monetarily, I gotta argue about it.  So Frank tells me to go inside his house and ask his wife, she’s raised a bunch of kids and grandkids and has seen some shit.  I’m 53, about to be 54, and have seen some shit too...but something about a mom-aged older lady telling me what to do sounds really good right about now.  That plus I’m getting a bit lightheaded and my blood pressure is soaring.

So I go inside and Maryanne is sitting at the kitchen table in an EYE PATCH, which...shame on me, I bust out laughing and just almost call her Director Fury.  I’m gonna plead blood loss and shock at having my almost-amputated thumb wrapped up in a Bounty Quicker Picker Upper and let it go at that.  She gives me a quick summation, something about eye shots for a condition she has, and points at my hand.  “What’d you do, let’s see it.”

I unwrap and hold it out.  “You think it needs stitches?”

She doesn’t even bat an eye.  She literally can’t because of the eye patch, but still.  “Yep, two.  At least.”  She puts down the pill bottle and starts to stand up.  “You going in those?”  She’s looking down at my fuzzy slippers, which are now muddy and messing up her floor.

Ugh, I don’t want stitches.  Mostly I don’t want a $1400 ER bill, but I’ve had enough stitches in my life thanks.  “Think I can get away with just, like, taping it back together?  I did that with Little’s eyebrow.”

She gives me that look.  “So that’s what happened to him.”

Tom and Frank come stomping in just about then and Tom pulls out his phone.  “My friend is a vet, he can sew it up.”

Frank busts out laughing.  “You’re gonna send your wife to a vet?!”

Tom, I swear to god, is already dialing.  “Yeah, he’s a horse vet.”

Maryanne sighs, and then in a defining moment that I will always remember as the exact moment I decided this is my new mom, clears her throat and says, “Neiiiiiiigh.”  You know, like a horse neigh’ing.  Also indicating NO.  She waves her hand at me as she’s heading out of the room.  “Sit down before you fall down, are you allergic to tea tree oil?”

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About a half hour later she’s got me patched up.  Thumb still attached, very clean and sanitized and antibacc’ed to hell and back, pulled tight with surgical tape and wrapped and bound with gauze and nice neat little closing bandages.  No vet necessary, though Tom does go ahead and call him (for the record he told us to go the ER, he was on his day off and wasn’t in the mood to stitch human pieces back on...he doesn’t like humans very much).  And Maryanne tells me I still should see a medical professional because even though she’s done a pretty professional looking job herself, she can’t vouch for the lack of severed tendons or what have you.  She could tell while it was gaping open that I’d cut into the cartilage, but beyond that, who knows?  Damn knife set the realtor gave us as a new-house gift...Maryanne says they gave her one too and the first thing she did was slice off a fingertip.  Somebody oughtta sue.

Anyway, a couple of hours later the shock has worn off and the pain has set in and I can see the tip of my thumb is starting to turn a concerning shade of deep plum, so Tom calls his mother and we ask her a bunch of leading questions until her memory kicks back in and she starts spouting directions to an emergency walk-in clinic that’s cheaper than the hospital ER.  The best she can do is name off a couple things around it, so I Google until I find it, and then I drive myself out there and stick my wrapped hand up on the desk and tell the receptionist, “You don’t want to see this, but there’s a thumb held on with a bandaid under all that.  Can somebody look at it?”

Ten or so minutes later - me and one surly man who sits staring angrily at me are the only ones there - I’m in a treatment room with a practitioner and she’s unwrapping my thumb while I sit with my eyes closed, because I know that sucker’s gonna fall off and roll across the table as soon as she undoes all that gauze and I don’t want to watch her scramble to catch it.  And then she says “Wow, somebody did a good job.”

The cut - over an inch long and all the way to the bone - is closed and holding nicely.  I can move my thumb and it doesn’t fall off.  There’s no concerning swelling or freaky discoloration - the deep plum was simply because Maryanne had wrapped it so tight - and everything seems to be non-catastrophic.  The doc betadine’s it and then slathers a bunch of surgical glue all over it and binds it back up and I’m headed home again ten minutes later with my thumb still attached, no stitches, a narrowly escaped tetanus shot (thank god it was a brand new knife) and by god a new mom.  I’m claiming her, she’s mine.  Next door neighbor lady doesn’t know what she’s getting into but she’s got a new daughter and some new rowdy grandkids, and I’ve already broken her in real good and proper by bleeding on her table and tracking mud across her kitchen floor.  We’re bound for life now.

She’s even short and redheaded, you guys.  We look more alike than me and my real mother do.

And she doesn’t own a dog.

[jaceyneedsabetterusername]

Hayloft (p.1)

Pairing: Arvin Russell x F!Reader

Summary: Your dad brings home his new coworker, Arvin Russell, telling you that he’ll be living with the two of you for a while. While attempting to keep Arvin from seeing the disfunction of your relationship with your father, the two of you grow closer than you thought. (Inspired by “Hayloft” by Mother Mother, though that’ll really only be one chapter later on so I don’t know if it really counts...) 

Warnings: Abuse, mentions of drinking, misogyny, reader’s mother is dead

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: My first slow(er) burn fic! Let me know what you think!

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When your car finally pulled up the old dirt driveway to your family's farm house, the sun was already setting, casting an orange hue over the acres of land that your father had inherited from his father. It was beautiful, really. The sun was behind your old two story home made of wood planks that were covered in chipping white paint. The door’s paint was also chipping, only this time it was old navy blue paint - at least that’s the color it was supposed to be when it was painted who knows how many decades ago - that peeled back to reveal the wood beneath. 

Your father’s truck wasn’t in the driveway yet when you pulled up and you sighed in relief because it gave you the opportunity to get dinner started before he got home. You headed straight for the kitchen. The only moment taken for yourself was the moment of silence when you leaned against the counter top and stretched out your back from the long day's work at the diner. The refrigerator was mostly empty and you made a mental note to run to the store after work tomorrow before your father could notice the lack of food. Thankfully, there was still enough scraps to piece something together for tonight between the fridge and the cupboards. 

The house was swimming with the delicious scent of herbs, onions, potatoes, and stock as you boiled a stew on the stove when you heard the front door open. “Hi, Daddy! How was work?” You asked over your shoulder before you even heard his steps enter the kitchen, not actually caring but knowing he’d be upset if you didn’t ask. 

He came around the corner but you could hear from the moment the door opened that there were the footsteps of more than one person entering your home. With a frown, you turned from the stove and took a few steps so you could see around the wall that blocked your view of the front door but your father and new mystery person stepped around that corner and into the kitchen before you could get that far. You stopped in your tracks, startled by their sudden appearance, and your hand flew to your chest as your eyes widened in surprise. “Sorry!” You chuckled awkwardly, apologizing for your jumpiness, “Didn’t think you’d be comin’ in here.” 

It was a man about your age that stood just behind your father, a navy baseball cap twisted in his hands and his footsteps light so as to not knock dirt off onto the floor from his work boots, both welcomed displays of manners that you appreciated, unlike your father who left a trail of chunks of dried mud and grease everywhere he walked. This new boy, though, he was cute. Short curly hair that was messy, either from work or wearing the hat, big expressive brown eyes that reminded you of a puppy in the best possible way, a tight lipped expression that showed he was a little nervous and uncomfortable to be here, they were all a welcome, albeit unexpected, surprise. 

"Work was good. This here is Arvin Russel. He'll be staying with us, at least for the night." Your eyes flicked back to the boy you now knew as Arvin when your dad introduced him and your heart skipped a beat at the eye contact. 

  He nodded his head slightly, a small cordial smile flashing on his face for just a moment, "Pleasure to meet you,..." 

"Y/N. It's nice to meet you as well. If you're staying the night, let me add some water to the soup and then I'll go make up the spare bed." You pointed your thumb over your shoulder towards the pot of stew that was nearly done. 

"That's very kind of you. Thank you." 

Before you could notice him moving, your dad was already beside the fridge and you reached out to try to stop him before he could open it. "Let me get you something! What about you, Arvin? You want a beer or some water?" You scurried to try and beat your dad to the fridge that you knew would earn you a reprimanding that you didn’t deserve. 

You were too late though and your dad already swung the door open wide. You stepped back nervously, rubbing the sharp edge of your nails against your thumb. "It's damn near empty." He noted, voice stiff and dissatisfied. He stood, managing to produce the last two beers from the refrigerator before slamming it shut. 

You flinched at the loud sound, hearing the few glass jars of preserves and jams clanging against each other inside from the force. Your eyes rolled beneath closed lids at his overdramatic reaction, even though it was one you expected. "I'm gonna hit the market after work tomorrow but I checked that we have enough for dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow." Your voice was sweet and placating, careful to respond in a way that would keep his temper in check. 

  "It's that damn job of yours. I told you women shouldn't be working. They belong in the house where you should be. Now look. You went and let the kitchen run out." He passed Arvin a beer, which he reluctantly accepted, watching the way your father pointed his finger at you accusingly. “Ain’t no man gonna want a wife who can’t even keep the kitchen stocked up.” 

Your tongue was raw inside from biting down on it so hard in order to keep yourself in line, as he called it. You didn't need a blow out tonight, not with Arvin here. "I manage to work and keep up with the house just fine, Daddy. We just got a little low on groceries but I'll be heading to the market tomorrow to fix it. Don’t you worry." Even you were surprised with how even and sweet your voice came out, that ever present fire of anger towards your father having been fanned into a decent blaze.  

He popped the tab on his beer and sighed, dropping the topic for the time being, "Fine. But make sure to pick up some fixin's for that chicken roast you make. Patty is lookin' nice and fat in the coop so why don't you cook her up tomorrow." 

You grimaced at the thought. Patty was one of the chickens in your coop out back that had been pretty slow when it came to laying eggs but you’d grown attached to her nonetheless. Ever since you were a young girl, your daddy warned you not to become attached to the animals out back but you never listened. Back then, you’d had your mother to step in and convince him not to kill the animals for whatever reason she could come with and opt for buying meat from the market instead. You hadn’t been able to convince him like that since she’d passed. Everything had been different since she passed. 

“I don’t know, Daddy. Patty’s been layin’ a lot of eggs lately and we’ve been gettin’ extra money from sellin’ all those eggs. Why don’t I just pick up a chicken in town tomorrow at the store.” You insisted, walking back over to the stove to stir the stew. 

“Don’t go wastin’ money on things we already got! We got some chickens out back. Just cook one of ‘em up tomorrow!” Your father’s voice was hard and stern now, enough to fill the air with tension in Arvin’s presence. You turned slowly, making eye contact with Arvin briefly before quickly avoiding it. You didn’t like the way he stood awkwardly, silently watching the interaction he clearly didn’t think highly of. Your father was already getting worked up and it would only get worse the longer the night went on. 

Biting your cheek, you nodded, “Yes, sir. Now why don’t you boys go get cleaned up. Dinner will be ready in just a minute.” 

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Dinner went relatively well, despite your father’s occasional grumblings about there not being any beer. Once you finished, you stood up and picked up yours and your father’s bowls before noticing Arvin’s was empty as well. “Did you want some more? There’s just enough for one more if you’d like it.” You offered Arvin that last bit of stew but he just shook his head and stood up. 

“Oh, no thank you miss. Dinner was delicious though. Let me help with that.” He grabbed his own bowl before your hand could reach it and then took the bowls from your hands as well before setting them down at the sink. 

You chased after him, “Thank you but you don’t have to do that! Please, sit. I’ll make your bed up when I’m finished cleaning up dinner.” 

“She’s right, son. Kitchen ain’t no place for a man. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you the room you’ll be stayin’ in.” You father’s chair screeched against the beat up wooden floor as he stood, beckoning Arvin to him. 

Arvin was standing right beside you, his arm only a few inches from yours as he lowered the stack of bowls into the sink. He looked over at you with deep soulful eyes that seemed to look right through your calm facade in a way that made you feel seen like never before. It was highly uncomfortable, almost violating after all these years of hiding away what you felt for the sake of keeping the peace, and you forced a smile, “Please, you’re our guest. It wouldn’t be right to make you do the dishes. You go with him.” 

He gave you a drawn out hesitant look but turned away nonetheless and walked towards your dad. “Thank you again for letting me stay here till I get things figured out. It’s mighty kind of you.” Arvin thanked you and your father for your hospitality, shooting you one last glance over his shoulder before following your father down up the stairs towards the spare room. 

You made quick work of the dishes, having cleaned most of them as you were cooking earlier anyways and scurried to the closet that held your extra sheets. As you passed the bathroom, you heard the shower running and knew it was your father bathing after his long day of work, like he always did right after dinner. The man was a creature of habit. 

With your arms full of neatly folded faded steel blue linens and the thicker burnt sienna colored wool blanket, you made your way towards the guest room Arvin was staying in to find the door wide open and the man looking through his bag that was set on the bed. “Knock knock,” you announced your presence, waiting at the entryway for Arvin to notice you before entering. 

He spun around, dropping something that you didn’t see quickly into his bag and pressing it down while flashing you a small polite smile, “Hello, ma’am.” 

You walked into the room, raising the linens in your hands, “I brought some sheets so I could make up your bed.” You walked over to the wooden chair and set the top sheet down before making your way back over to the bed, unfolding the bottom sheet as you did, waving it up and down in the air to straighten it out before laying it flat on the bed. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, miss,” He moved his bag to the ground and jumped to lift the corner of the mattress and tuck the sheet beneath it. 

You blushed at his kindness, not used to such help from your father, but shook your head, tucking the sheet beneath the mattress on the opposite side of the bed “If my daddy came in and saw you fixin’ the bed yourself, he’d kill me,” you chuckled to make it sound like a joke but you knew better than that. He wouldn’t actually kill you but you would certainly get some less than kind words thrown your way, maybe even a few beer cans thrown your way depending on how drunk he was. 

Arvin shook his head, his hands falling on his hips, “Looks like you do most the housework ‘round here.” What he was insinuating was clear even though his tone didn’t change but you didn’t want to acknowledge it. He didn’t need to concern himself with the difficulties between you and your father. 

“So how’d you and my dad meet?” You changed the topic, going to grab the top sheet and unfolding it. You laid it over the bed and tucked your side in, Arvin reaching down to tuck his side in as well in a silent act of defiance against your insistence that he didn’t need to help. It occurred to you suddenly after the question left your lips that you didn’t actually know anything about this boy but, for some reason, you still didn’t feel uneasy around him.  

Arvin pulled the top corner of the sheet up to the head of the bed as he answered, “I just started workin’ at the garage with ‘im.” 

“You like cars?” You questioned, spreading out the final layer on the bed, the wool blanket. 

Arvin shrugged, “Never been really into ‘em but I can fix ‘em alright enough. Just needed the work and happened to see the wanted sign when I was passin’ through town.” 

Your brow raised in curiosity, “You were just passin’ through and stopped in this old town cause of a help wanted sign?” The little town you lived in wasn’t terrible but it was far from a destination that people really moved to for work unless you a doctor desperate for a place to practice or something like that. “You must really be desperate,” you joked but immediately felt a slight pang of regret when a shred of truth could be seen in his eyes. 

“Just tryna figure out where I’m goin’ ‘n what I wanna do. Figure I’ll find somewhere I like eventually.” Arvin picked up his bag and set it off to the side where it was a little more out of the way. 

You stared at the man standing before you, taking every bit of him from the grease stains on his white t-shirt to his scuffed up brown work boots to his messy hair, dirty from dried sweat. It wasn’t until you locked eyes with him that you realized that you’d been staring in a settled yet weirdly comfortable silence. You stood up straight and smiled to diffuse the awkwardness you’d unintentionally fostered, “You’re more than welcome to take a shower. My daddy should be finished any second. I’ll set some extra towels in there for you.” 

“That’s very kind of you. Thank you.” He nodded in appreciation but offered no further conversation. You could tell from the moment of silence that it was time for you to make your exit. 

“Well, uh, I better head to bed. You need anything before I go?” You asked, backing towards the door and swinging slightly with it once your hand hit the old bronze knob. 

Arvin shook his head, “No, thank you. ‘M all set.” 

“Alrighty, then. You have a good night.” You chewed your lip as you opened the door to make your exit. 

“G’night, miss Y/N.” 

Butterflies flew wildly in your belly as you walked to your bedroom. It had been a long while since you’d seen somebody worth looking twice at in this old town but now a mysterious handsome man rolls into town and stays with you. In your house. It probably wasn’t the safest of situations but Arvin genuinely looked like a nice man. From your very brief interactions with him, you couldn’t really imagine him trying to hurt you or your father for no reason. Even if he did, you knew where your daddy kept his shotgun and you had no problem defending yourself. But like I said, you had an unearned sense of peace with Arvin that you hoped wasn’t a misjudgement. 

“What’re you smilin’ ‘bout?” Your father’s gruff but thankfully not entirely drunk voice made you stop in your tracks and turn towards his room with a suppressed groan. He stood in the doorway of his bedroom in nothing but an undershirt and long johns with his suspenders hanging loosely at his sides.

You shook the smile off your face. “Just thought of somethin’ funny that happened at work,'' you lied. “You need somethin’?” 

“I watched you come out o’ that boy’s room with a big ol’ grin on your face. Better not let me catch you ‘n him. Ain’t no daughter o’ mine gonna be whorin’ around with some boy blowin’ through town, y’hear?” He threatened, his hands reaching down to pull up his worn out long johns. 

Your blood boiled at the accusation and despite your best efforts to keep peace while Arvin was here, you spat words with venom, “I wasn’t doin’ nothin’ with Arvin. God forbid I have a damn smile on my face.” Your voice was low enough so that you hoped your guest hadn’t heard your outburst but when your father’s face darkened and he began taking slow, heavy steps towards you, you weren’t sure if your charade of normalcy would last much longer. 

Your father hovered over you, exaggerating the size difference between the two of you, “I put a roof over your head. I put food on the table. You play make believe with that little diner job but I'm the head of this house. I'm your father. You watch that fuckin’ tone with me girl."

Your jaw was clenched tightly, matching your fists, as you glared up at him with indignantly furious eyes. Father your ass. He once had been your father, an imperfect but loving man who used to try. Now he was merely a selfish broken sperm donor. He inherited this house from his father, didn’t pay a darn cent, and you couldn't remember the last time he pitched in a dime for anything but alcohol and the occasional dinner he made when he was in a good mood. He did do that- have these strange out of character nights where he pretended to be kind and loving. They were far and few between though and, while you enjoyed the change of pace, it felt like walking on eggshells in some fantasy world. 

A heavy silence settled between the two of you that crackled with a tension that could snap at any moment and turn into a full blown fight. Your eyes were narrowed on his as you refused to let him think he intimidated you anymore. Nevertheless, you turned on your heel, nails digging into your palm, and walked down the hall towards your room, leaving him alone. 

“He wouldn’t want you anyways, fuckin’ attitude like that.” Your father grumbled to your back, hoping for one last reaction out of you that you refused to give. 

It took all the control in the world to not slam the door in his face but you knew there was no way it would escape Arvin’s attention. You’d have to resort to the therapy of muffling your furious tear-soaked screams into your pillow until you finally fell asleep, like you did many nights. 

[nico-drives-badly]

The Hunger Games — DMC Edition (Day 5)

Welcome back, one and all, to DAY 5 of competition.

What? What happened to Day 4, you may ask?Nothing, that’s what. Literally, NOTHING interesting happened during Day 4 — no deaths, no funny commentary, no weird AI-generated crackships, NOTHING. That’s why we’re skipping Day 4 altogether and going straight to Day 5 of the action!

But before we begin, let’s take a look at our current stats:

Total Deaths: 14

Total Kills: 10

Latest Deaths: Griffon, Urizen, Trish, Nero, Credo, A Slice of Pizza (RIP King)

Latest Killers: Nelo Angelo (4 kills)

Districts Remaining: 7

Tributes Remaining: 10

Now, without further ado, let’s begin!

Highlights:

Given how you literally held hands with Gilver, I would question my sanity too

HOLY SHIT, who had “Patty almost kills Nelo Angelo” on their bingo card? Because I certainly didn’t. Patty didn’t come here to fuck around apparently

Speaking of Nelo Angelo, apparently he’s not the heartless killing machine we all thought he was; he actually chose to spare Lady’s life! Hm…there’s probably some sort of meta you could make out of this…BUT I don’t have the attention span for that, so let’s move on, shall we?

KILL! Morrison KILLS Nightmare using his own weapon! …Whatever “his own weapon” may be.

DEATH! After questioning his sanity (probably because he held hands with GILVER of all people), Arkham DIES while trying to escape the arena. I guess that’s a better way to escape a cursed relationship than Credo’s plan of accidentally stepping on a landmine…

BREAKING: The cornucopia has just been replenished.

While most of the competitors decided not to attend the feast like a bunch of little bitch babies (not pictured), there was some notable action during and immediately following the replenishing. Let’s take a look:

Good decision, Patty.

KILL! Oh…uh…man, that’s really awkward.

KILL! OMG LADY NO SHE JUST LOST HER HUSBAND, HAVE MERCY!

As always, we conclude today’s coverage with the sounding of the canon:

After a disappointing Day 4, our fifth day of competition came in hot with 4 DEATHS and 3 KILLS. With the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda and his wife Eva now fallen, District 4 is officially eliminated from the competition, and Arkham’s relatively lame death also eliminates District 9. Also among the fallen is Nightmare, leaving all of the hopes and dreams of District 6 in the hands (er…paws) of Shadow.

That’s all for today, folks! Tune in tomorrow at 8:00 PM EST for another exciting day of competition!

[sincerelyella]

Infinity & Beyond

Book: The Royal Romance/Heir (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella)

All characters belong to Pixelberry except for Ella Brooks Rys who belongs to yours truly 🌺

Summary: Liam is even more protective than usual.

A/N: I’d like to thank @gkittylove99 and @sfb123 for your softness prompt requests. I hope y’all enjoy! Prompts will be in bold.

To my nakie twin/soul sister @burnsoslow -> I love you for not complaining when I send you these things and reading them 🥺💜 I love you a butt ton!

Warnings: Adult language, descriptions of body injury, fluff

Words: 1169

Every couple of minutes, Liam would wander into his bedroom and peek at his wife taking a nap. After he was satisfied that Ella was getting some rest, he would make his way outside onto the large balcony connected to their quarters.

“Why do you keep going over there to stare at her?” Drake asked as he flipped a burger on the grill.

“I don’t stare,” Liam bent down to pick up Malia and kissed her cheek.

“Daddy was looking at Mommy!”

“Smart kid,” Drake kissed the hand that his niece offered to him and she squealed in delight. “You hungry Lia?”

Malia raised her arms in the air. “I want pizza, Unka Dwake!”

Drake furrowed his brow and stuck out his bottom lip in pretend hurt. “Not burgers?”

“Party is hereeeeee!” Maxwell barged onto the balcony with bags in his arms. Olivia followed him out with a disdained look on her face.

“You’re always so … cheerful,” she brushed an invisible piece of lint from her red shirt.

“Auntie Liiiiiv!” Malia screeched and squirmed in her father’s arms until he put her down.

Drake nodded toward Olivia and Malia, now chattering away about how Lia wanted red hair like her favorite aunt. “That’s the woman’s way, Li,” he added slices of cheese to the almost cooked meat patties. “They abandon you when someone else catches their attention.”

Liam cringed when he heard Olivia tell his daughter she would dye her hair red when Lia was older. “Okay, I’m going to … check on Ella.”

“You don’t stare my ass,” Drake mumbled as he shook his head.

Liam walked towards his bedroom just like he had every ten minutes for the last hour. He peeked through the door that was cracked open and saw Ella drinking the tea he brought her a little bit ago. He pushed the door open all the way and shoved his hands in the pockets of his green sweater. “Love? You’re supposed to be resting.”

“I am resting, and drinking tea,” Ella lifted her mug in the air with a smile. “What kind is this?”

Liam bit his bottom lip as he let his eyes rove over her. Her pajama shirt hung off one shoulder, exposing her soft skin and her hair was tousled from sleep. The white bandage wrapped around her head contrasted her bronze skin. "I knew you wouldn't go to sleep willingly, so I brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket. Twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay?"

Ella pouted. “I slept already.”

“That wasn’t even an hour!”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, maybe if my husband wasn’t opening and closing the door every ten minutes, staring at me, I’d be able to sleep longer.”

Liam walked into the large bedroom and sat across from his wife with a stern expression. “You fainted walking around downtown,” he clenched his jaw at the memory. “You hit your head on the concrete and have a concussion. You’ve been doing entirely too much, Ella.”

She flinched at him saying her name. He must be really mad. “I was just-”

“Doing too much,” he finished for her. “You’re going to rest and you’re not going to do a damn thing until you’re cleared by the doctor.”

“He cleared me!”

Liam arched his brow at her. “He said don’t overdo it, don’t overexert yourself or do any exercise. Which is the entire reason why we aren’t having sex!”

“That was your doing not mine,” she mumbled and he narrowed his eyes in response.

“Love, you scared the shit out of all of us,” he took her small hands in his and ran his thumbs over her knuckles. “Maxwell wouldn’t stop screaming on the phone and Drake had to carry you to the ER. Even Olivia, of all people, was trembling when I got to the hospital! I thought you had died.”

“But I … I’m …” Ella reached up and felt her bandage, remembering part of that day, the blood, the screams, then someone lifting her easily and running. To where she had no idea. Then, everything went black. Ella was diagnosed with Graves’ Disease which meant her heart rate was always too high and she lost weight at an alarming rate. When she does too much, she notices she gets really short of breath and dizzy. She never told Liam about it because Lord knows what he would put in place so she didn’t go anywhere alone. Her fainting just ruined everything and now he was acutely aware of all of her symptoms.

Liam walking back and forth to check on her to make sure she didn’t die in her sleep was something she should have expected. Add on the fact that she was six weeks pregnant, and that equals super protective Liam. He wasn’t there with them downtown, he was at the palace in a meeting with the French ambassador. He’s never going to let me go anywhere by myself again. “Okay,” she whispered.

Liam cupped her cheeks with his hands. “Please,” he whispered back. “I need you, our daughter needs you, our friends, our little one ...” he looked down at her abdomen and back up to her face. “Just, stay here and rest.”

Ella nodded. “Promise. Now, what’s that?” She pointed to a large pink bag behind him by one of the closet doors.

Liam turned and followed her finger, then turned back to face her. “Oh! I found this in the mall, I figured it might be something you like.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You … went to the mall?”

“Drake wanted to get some high-powered thing for the BBQ grill, Max and I tagged along. Each store has a theme?” Liam gave her a confused look. “Is that the rule? Because some stores had random things that didn’t make sense. Why did book store have candy in them?”

“Those are … questions for another time, sweetie,” Ella cackled. “Can I have my gift now?”

Liam stood to grab the bag and set it on the bed in between them. Ella pulled out all the pink tissue paper and reached in to pull out a stuffed animal. “Ohmigod!” She squished it against her chest in a hug. “It’s Grogu!”

“After we watched The Mandalorian I wanted to get something for you,” he pressed his finger to her nose. “Boop!”

“Mommy!” Malia ran in and hugged Ella. “Wow! Pretty, mine!” She pulled Grogu into her arms and walked out into the hall, yelling for Uncle Max.

“What … just happened?” Ella looked from the door to her husband, who was trying his best not to laugh.

“Our daughter is just like you, taking everything that isn’t hers.”

Ella shrugged. “What wasn’t mine that I took, Your Majesty?”

Liam counted out everything on his fingers. “My sweaters, shirts, basketball shorts? Ring a bell?”

“What’s yours is mine …” she prompted, waiting for him to finish the sentence.

He rolled his eyes. “And what’s mine is yours. Fine, you win. I love you.”

“I know,” Ella grinned.

“A Star Wars reference? I see what you did there. Okay, my turn,” he cleared his throat. “I love you … to infinity and beyond!” He smirked, thinking he won until Ella let out a loud laugh.

“That’s Toy Story, not Star Wars!”

“Oh shit,” Liam shrugged. “Well, same difference.”