#*sniff* hes not a three🥹🥹 hes a one

[hanzajesthanza]

people (the rest of the hanza. not including geralt) often forget that cahir was 1. the guy that kidnapped ciri 2. an officer in the military

he’s literally so polite in geralt’s company you wouldn’t even guess he was the black knight. and yet. and yet.

i’m never certain exactly how to reconcile this tactful and strategic mind with the terrified young man

[tvgals]

sobs 🥹

modern! domestic! miguel! o’hara x black! fem! reader <3

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SCENARIO NO. 1

on your chest laid you and miguel’s beautiful daughter. you laughed airily and ask miguel if he wanted to hold her, why would he say no?

“here you go, my love.” you whisper, putting your fragile daughter in miguel’s broad hands. he wants to cry. he wants to sob and kiss her all over her chubby face. her hair in tufts everywhere, she’s the perfect mix of you two. “she’s so pretty.. ella es perfecta. ya la amo.” miguel coos bringing her up to his own chest. “thank you so much, mi amor.” “of course. you deserve it, baby.”

“mi perfecta esposa e hija. todo mío.” he whispers, kissing you on your forehead, oh so proud of you for bringing this beautiful light into his once dark world. t; “my perfect wife and daughter. all mine.”

SCENARIO NO. 2

your daughter’s bright eyes look at miguel’s, almost identical. he’s on the floor, practically three feet away from your daughter, trying to coax her over to his buff stature. “vamos, mamá. puedes hacerlo.” he says, eyes wide and his hands waving her over, his daughter laughing and drooling. miguel couldn’t help but laugh too. you jog down the stairs to see a picture perfect sight — your husband trying to get your one year old daughter to walk. “hey.” you say, looking at how concentrated your husband was, saying hi back and smiling. “cmon, gabby, cmon.” he waves. she sticks her tongue out and spits, blabbering nonsense. miguel chuckles, turning the tv on to watch the basketball game between the nets and celtics. leaning back on his hands, he’s immersed into the tv almost immediately, not forgetting about you or his daughter.

“weeee!” your daughter giggles, pushing herself off of her hands, wobbling on her chubby legs. miguel looks over and his eyes widen, a smile making his way onto his features. “¡bebé bebé! ¡Ven aquí!” miguel calls you into the living room. you rush in to see your daughter wobbling her way to her father, his arms wide open. once she makes it over, miguel engulfs her in a hug, kissing her on her forehead. “¡Estoy tan orgulloso! tan orgulloso!” t: “i’m so proud! so so proud!”

SCENARIO NO. 3

you didn’t know how to break the news to miguel. would he be mad? would he leave you? no no..he would never. right? this was your thought process while you were mashing the potatoes in a pot, lauryn hill’s low hums ringing throughout the kitchen. “hola hermosa.” says your husband, hugging your around your waist. “hi baby.” you mumble, a sigh leaves your lips.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. “just thinking.” you respond. “about what? did something happen?” he inquires, pulling you closer to him. “well…yes. but nothing bad technically. maybe bad for you.” you tell your worried husband, you can feel his lips purse together. “tell me what’s wrong, te estoy suplicando.” he whines, not in a needy or helpless way, but more of a “please i need to know” way.

“i’ll tell you at the table.” you promise, putting a reassuring hand on his. he walks away and sits down in the living room, leaving you with your thoughts. almost an hour later, you announce to him the food is done, handing him his plate so he can eat. you sit down a while later after making your own plate and he looks up at you. “wanna tell me now?” he asks, putting his fork down. you take a deep breath and mutter. “impregnant.” it’s a slur of words he can’t comprehend, so he asks you; “what?” he chuckles at your nervousness.

“i’m pregnant, miguel.” you say, looking down at your food. there’s a beat of silence and you hear miguel sniff. you knew this was a bad idea. “¿en realidad?” he asks. “yes, i’m 100% serious miguel.” you promise, walking over to his side of the table. he brings you over and starts kissing your belly, tears cascading down his cheeks. “mi esposa tiene un bebe! ¡Un bebé perfecto y saludable!” he mewls, pressing his cheek to your stomach. you ruffle his hair and start crying yourself. this is the life you’ve always wanted.

[goodlucktai]

16 for the dialogue prompts?

dialogue prompts

16. “God, I’m so sorry, it’ll be over soon, I promise.”

@dandywonderous im so sorry about this in advance 🥹

x

When they were little, and they started wearing masks because Mikey wanted to be like the heroes he watched in Saturday morning cartoons, Donnie asked Splinter to cut the tails of his short so they wouldn’t get in his way.

Leo thought that was a crazy decision, because if the tails were short they wouldn’t match Raph’s. 

“So?” Donnie said, unscrewing the bottom panel of the oscillating fan he stole from Splinter’s room. 

“So what?” Leo said. 

“So what if I don’t match Raph? I don’t have to,” Donnie pointed out, a seven year old at his most reasonable.

His twin blinked, then his striped cheeks puffed out, brow furrowing, fully not understanding the question. He wanted to do everything Raphie did, but denied it when anyone told him so. 

This certain proof of that behavior made Donnie smile, quiet and indulgent the way he only ever was for his other half, but only when it was just the two of them. 

Leo whined and kicked his feet but Donnie wouldn’t tell him what was funny. 

Those long blue mask tails are sodden and heavy as Donnie shifts them out of the way, leaving a sickening trail of red where they drag against Leo’s neck and shoulder. 

They’re pinned down, what’s left of the tunnel groaning and shifting around them, at least three Technodromes filling the sky outside. Donnie can feel the hum of impending doom in his teeth. 

“Hush, Nardo,” Donnie whispers, hand clamped over Leo’s mouth hard, even though it cuts him to have to do this. “You can’t scream, mellizo. Hush.”

His twin writhes, digging at Donnie’s grip with desperate fingers. His chest is heaving, eyes wild with pain. The rosy glow of Raph’s ninpo is all they have to see by as the projection hovers above them in case of another collapse. In the dim light, Donnie can almost pretend it’s mud he’s kneeling in, warm and slick and pooling at an alarming rate from the slab of concrete that Leo’s right arm has been crushed under.  

The safe zone has been compromised. It’s devastating, but not at all surprising. Two of their scouts didn’t report in when they should have, baseline humans who didn’t have a hope of resisting the Krang’s method of interrogation, so it was only a matter of time before the enemy came knocking. 

April, Mikey and Cass have been evacuating their people and transporting supplies in and out of sunny orange portals all morning while Draxum, Hob and Usagi guarded their every move with eagle-eyed vigilance. 

Donnie, Raph and Leo were holding the Krang at bay for every extra second that they could, but they stayed out there a second too long. 

Now Leo is bleeding and the Krang hounds are prowling, their horrible faces scraping the ground as they sniff out that rich source of life, and Donnie’s mind is blank with panic. They’re trapped, and if he lets go then Leo will scream and bring death down on them, and if he doesn’t then death will come anyway, with teeth and venom.

“Shhh, Lilo,” Donnie tries to soothe, imagining Leo’s sweet, bright ‘shhh yourself, Dodo!’ in place of the uncomprehending whine he gets in response. “God, I’m so sorry. It’ll be over soon, I promise.”

Maybe we should pray, he thinks wildly. Not to god, because that would be a spectacular waste of breath, but to one of the people who left the party early and might be willing to toss a miracle or two in their direction. Papa, or Gram-gram, or April’s mom. 

The red projection surrounding them begins to shrink. Slowly, making sure the rocks above and around them won’t shift, until the ninpo is just a warm glow beneath Raph’s skin. Donnie feels a rush of relief and anticipation—Raph has a plan, Raph will tell him what to do. 

Raph puts one arm around Donnie’s shoulders and cups Leo’s face with his other hand, stroking his cheek with the pad of his thumb. Blood smears beneath his fingers. His expression is hard to read in the dark underground. 

“You’ll be alright, big man,” Raph murmurs, all conviction, as if he can make it true out of sheer love. If anyone could, it would be him. Then he says, “Donnie, can you cut him out?”

The question makes his stomach lurch with nausea, bitter and acidic, but it’s a question that he can answer. After fighting in a three-turtle team for the better part of two hours, Donnie’s ninpo feels like coffee dregs left in the bottom of an empty pot. He has enough strength left that he could summon a tool for an emergency amputation, but only that. 

“Not quickly,” he says pointedly, “or quietly.”

Raph nods. He just sits there for a minute, holding them. They don’t have a minute and Raphie knows that but he’s just holding them. Donnie’s heart begins to race in a brand-new direction, some frightened thing in his very center sitting up and taking notice. 

Donatello has always been an incredible number of things, not all of them good or noble or worth bragging about, but above all else, at the end of each and every day, he was Raphael’s little brother. 

Donnie didn’t imitate him when they were kids—didn’t wear his mask tails long or find reasons to follow him around—but he was every firm hug Donnie needed to keep his skin from itching when life got too loud. He was an attentive, listening audience when Donnie had to talk about the things pingponging around in his mind without being interrupted or he’d scream. He was the large hands that held Donnie’s, the snaggle-toothed face that smiled in encouragement, when Donnie learned to walk. 

Donnie knew him fundamentally. Intrinsically. A textbook he never had to study, knowledge that grew up with him from the first moment he opened his eyes to the big, bright world. That’s how he knew what was about to happen the second before it did. 

“No,” Donnie says hoarsely. “Please don’t.” 

“Raphie’s gotcha,” Raph says warmly, the last steadfast and solid and remarkably kind thing left in the apocalypse.

He reaches down and presses the panic button on Donnie’s gauntlet. The alert activates with a bright pinging sound effect, echoing twice in their little disaster-made cavern as it’s received by Leo and Raph’s comms, and the Krang hounds nearby whine and bark in excitement. Their claws churn up earth and rock as they start to run.

Raph spares a second to press a kiss against Donnie’s temple, and another to Leo’s forehead, and then he’s gone. The light goes with him. Donnie shakes like a leaf, unreasonably cold, unable to think. 

Leo is half out of his mind by now, sobbing and jerking at his trapped limb, but all his agony is soundly drowned out by the brutal battle Raphael is leading far away from them. 

“Hush,” Donnie whispers, eyes stinging so badly he can hardly keep them open, tears dripping endlessly down his face. “It’ll be over soon.”

[webslingingslasher]

Hey J, can you write something fluffy? Any Peter would do. it's exam season and it's stressing me out! I'm just searching for a little comfort 🥹

*cleaning out my inbox, based off some terrible storms we're having in my area. nerdy!peter* also- go me for coming out of retirement, i hope i'm still good 😁

there are three things that wake peter up in the dead of night.

the first was a loud crack of thunder, the second was a whimper, and the third was his skin being latched onto like he's velcro. peter's room flashes when lightning strikes outside his window, rain beating against it like it's begging to come inside.

there's another soft cry, hot breath washes across his ribcage.

'angel?' peter isn't awake enough to make the full connection yet. a pregnant pause, he can hear how hard the rain is coming down, his roof amplifies the sound.

'petey.' it's the soft drawl you have, you're calling out for him like he's your lifeline.

it's enough for him to rid all thoughts of sleep from his mind. 'hey, hey, hey, you're okay.' peter can feel you tremble under his hold, another strike of lightning, he's praying thunder doesn't follow.

'it's bad, it's so bad.' if peter had known about the storm he would've prepared better, instead it caught you both off guard and that made it so much worse for you.

'it's so loud. i don't like it, i don't like it, i don't like it.' you cling to him by hitching your leg over his hips, your arm thrown over his waist to keep yourself pressed against him is threatening a bruise.

peter's thankful this happened to be on a night you were sleeping over. 'sit up.' he rubs your back as a way to raise you, you shake your head. 'i think you need a hug.'

you're up in a second, peter's halfway to meeting you when the thunder he was terrified of hits and you scream while holding your hands over your ears.

peter has a funny feeling another rumble was coming, his hands pressing over yours- you scream again, you swear you felt the walls shake and peter wouldn't disagree.

you dive for him, a bundle of sobs and fast tears. 'you're okay, i promise you're okay.' your chest rises and falls rapidly, you weakly agree. 'i'm okay.'

'i'm here, right? you know i wouldn't let anything happen to you.' you nod. peter keeps you tucked in his neck, he thinks he can hear the rain lighten up, just barely. he reaches for his phone and looks for his weather app, a full radar shows him the threat is moving away.

'hey,' peter keeps his voice low for you. 'look at this,' you peek an eye open and lightly squint at the light, your focus settles in and you finally feel your heart rate lower. 'watch,' peter slides a bar, within the next thirty minutes it'll be completely past you.

'oh thank god, there's an end to my torment.'

'see? i'll will anything for my girl.' it's a nice thought but he can't control the weather. 'you can't control mother nature, petey.' the smile he gives you makes you doubt your words.

'but for you, i'd try.' he's never made fun of your fears, he's only ever been your security blanket when you need one. you can throw him a bone. 'i mean... it did go away after you woke up, so...'

peter laughs, your cheeks feel dry from your tear tracks. you sniff and feel silly for the bought of tears, peter doesn't think you're silly though, he thinks you're brave for toughing it out. he always does.

'you only screamed twice, and that's just because it caught you off guard! you're killing this, angel.' he's always so sweet, out of all the things you love about him, you think that's number one.

pouting your bottom lip out, you give him a small peck. 'i love you.' the rain comes to a sudden stop, peter gestures to his window, 'that's the kind of power your love gives me. bam, i just made mother nature my bitch.'

'peter, don't call women bitches.'

'she's a bitch for making you cry.'

'aw, okay, bitch usage allowed.'

this time, peter kisses you. it's gentle, not because you're weak from the near panic attack- because he's only ever known to be delicate with you. god, you really love his heart. 'i think you're the best person i know. i'm going to look into how to nominate you for a humanitarian award.'

peter ponders it for a second. 'well, the best part of me is you, so i'm not sure how-' you stop him with a light smack to his shoulder, he bows his head and accepts your compliment how you wanted, with a shy grin.

'as long as you keep me around to fight mother nature, i'll keep accepting your awards.'

that's a bet you're willing to take. 

[emmyrosee]

hello🤍 i really love and appreciate your work! hope you’re doing well✨

can i request kageyama tobio or todoroki shoto when they want the attention or anything on your mind about them?🥹 THANK YOU SO MUCH🥹🤍

NO BC LIKE I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THEM MORE FRFR 🥺🧡

Here’s a Kageyama piece bc I don’t have any for him yet and he deserves it

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Tobio doesn’t always demand your attention.

9 times out of 10, he’s completely self sufficient, being the supplier to affections you need, rather than demanding yours.

And sure, he’s not made of stone, holding your hand is one of life’s greatest pleasures. Kissing you on the cheek while you look over the takeout menu is exactly what the doctor orders.

But sometimes? The 1 time out of 10?

You really just wanna make him work for it.

You’ll always give him the luxury of never having to plead for you attention, and you indulge him in your affections without making him writhe.

Today. Today? Today is not one of those days.

Because today, even though he’s had this plan with Ushijima for the past three weeks to hang out and practice just the two of them, you woke up overly playful.

You wanted to make him squirm juuuuust a hair.

He seemed mindless to it, not thinking twice about the way you duck from his holds or reach away from his hand. It's alright. You've got all the time in the world to annoy him before and after he hangs out with his friend.

But, not-so surprisingly, it comes to a head when you're avoiding his kisses goodbye. This, he's forced to notice, when you turn your head just slightly when he leans over to kiss before he leaves.

His lips get a mouthful of forehead.

Pouting, he pulls back at you with a glare of betrayal, brows furrowed slightly. You snort softly, “what’re you lookin’ at?”

“Why’d you turn your head?” He grumbles, tightening his grip on your hips. Then, his brows shoot up, “is it my breath?” He uses on of his hands to huff and sniff his breath, but he seems to be confused when the smell is normal. “Why didn’t you want to kiss me?”

“What do you mean?” You hum, your arms looping around his neck. “Of course I want to kiss you. I always want to kiss you.”

He looks at you, suspicious, but he does lean down to try and kiss you again, whining out in annoyance when his lips press to your eyebrow. “Come on!”

“What!”

“I want a kiss!” He grumbles, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants and gently tugging you closer, his refusal to leave without a kiss evident. “Is this because I’m hanging out with Ushijima today? Because I can cancel, I know he’d be just fine with it-“

“Why do you think that? And why would I mind that you’re hanging out with Ushijima? I like Ushijima.”

“I don’t know, you ask your lips!” He snaps, and just as you go to open your mouth to speak, he tugs you closer again, this time, catching you in a dominating kiss that has you giggling into his mouth. His hands come up to cup your cheeks, keeping you close as your teeth start to clack against each other from your laughter and his determination.

“Tobio!” You manage to squeak out, finally parting from him with a dopey smile. Your fingers hook in the collar of his shirt, and he uses one of his free hands to wipe your bottom lip.

“You play around too much,” he murmurs, voice in a rasp from the prior affection. “Why can’t you just love me?”

“EXCUSE ME?” You gasp in outrage, and as he fights back the smirk on his lips, you tug his collar promptly, “I literally love you more than life itself, don’t even try it.”

“You’re the one who refused to kiss me first!” He scoffed, leaning in for another and smiling against your lips when you don’t pull away. ���Had to provoke me and shit. Hate it. Just kiss me when I lean in, damn.”

“You will live if I don’t give into your kisses whenever you demand,” you tease, leaning up to him to sink your teeth into his lip, which, even though he gives you an annoyed look, he absolutely pursed out for you to nip. “Now go. Don’t keep your friend waiting. Scram.”

He groans dramatically, "there you go. Trying to get rid of me again." You smack his chest, and he chuckles as he stills your hands. This time, he leans forward for a kiss, and you comply, moving your arms to wrap around his neck. This one is a lot more gentle, paced and familiar, it takes your breath away and you mewl happily into his mouth. In an act of dominance, his massive paws come up to grip the hair at the nape of your neck, and you whimper softly.

He pulls away with a pant, "I fucking love you."

"That's nice," you smile, fighting the laughter that wants to spill from your lips when he looks completely unamused to your next act of rebellion.

"I'll leave you for Ushijima, I swear to god, asshole."

[danikamariewrites]

hiii i was wondering if you’d be willing to write s part 2 to cardigan, the one with elorcans daughter, Diana x rowaelins daughter but now where they are faced with a threat and they’re alone so they have to fight alone. Something happenes and Diana almost gets hurt but reader takes the blow instead and Diana is heartbroken. the parents know something is wrong immedietly so they check on their daughters. They find reader almost dead and they heal her. Diana is distraught bc she feels like her soul is being crushed and they realize the mating bond is there🥲🥹 reader wakes up and Diana hugs her and cries and it’s all so fluffy. I just know Elorcan would have so much respect for reader after this, for anyone, getting Lorcans approval is damn near impossible but since reader is so close to them and especially after this, he approves. a little fluff moment with Elorcan

Anything For Her

Elorcan daughter x Rowaelin daughter!reader

A/n: not me liking this better than cardigan 🫣

You can read Cardigan here :)

Warnings: violence, blood and gore,

It was supposed to be a simple recon mission. Just you, Diana, and your brother Sam. The small group of Dark Soldiers had spotted you and just started an all out assault on the three of you.

From a few feet next to Diana, you watched one of the last soldiers standing nock an arrow in his bow and aim for your girlfriend. Panic floods through you. You act before thinking. The only thing on your mind was protecting Diana.

As the soldier let the arrow fly you dove in front of Diana. The arrow found home in your stomach. You fell to your knees clutching at the wound. The world went quiet before you hit the ground, closing your eyes. It hurt so much. This pain was unbearable.

You swear you heard a primal scream come from Diana’s throat. You wanted her near you. Needed her to hold you as the pain consumed you. You try to call out for her but your lips feel heavy. As your vision goes dark you hear Diana scream again.

Diana watched you fall to your knees and she saw red. Rage consumed her entire body as she launched herself in the direction of the soldier who shot the arrow. Drawing her sword back, Diana ran and didn’t stop until she swung. The man’s head rolling in the grass.

Skidding to a stop her chest heaves. Blood coated the grass as the man’s body fell with a thud. Diana turned taking in the small battle field around her. Then Sam over your body. He had his hands over your stomach to help staunch the bleeding wound.

Dianna wasted no time grabbing you and getting back on her horse. She rode faster than she ever had before, pushing Flicka to her limit. She didn’t look to see if Sam was behind them. She had to get you to a healer. To your father. She can’t lose you, she just can’t.

Riding right up to the palace doors Diana dismounts gently pulling you with her. “Help! Get the King! Call for a healer! Help!” She screams at the top of her lungs. Sam came rushing in the open doors. Rowan and Aelin quickly followed by Elide and Lorcan came sprinting into the entry hall.

With wide eyes your father took you into his arms yelling out orders as he took you to a spare room. Diana followed as healers rushed around you, your family standing off to the side with Elide and Lorcan. Sam clings to his mother apologizing over and over again.

Diana felt something in her chest fading. Like her heart was slowing down. Her eyes landed on your chest which was rising slower and slower with each breath. Diana feels something clench at her heart, then a tug in her chest as your hand twitches toward her.

“No,” she whispers. “NO! You have to save her! Save my mate!” The room is stunned into silence. Lorcan and Rowan share a pained look. Aelin sniffs the air and lets out a gasp. Elide clings to Aelin’s arm as they just stare at you. Diana won’t stop yelling at the healers and they need to concentrate. Rowan points his chin at the door and Lorcan lifts his daughter, dragging her out in the hall.

She fought her father every step of the way. Hitting, kicking, and screaming at Lorcan to be let back in the room. To be by your side as the healers worked.

Lorcan had never seen his sweet Diana like this. She’s usually rational, all think first act later. But this…this was the mating bond. He pinned her to the wall holding her arms to her sides. “Diana stop! Listen to me!” At her fathers sharp tone she stopped struggling. Her long black hair half in her face, hiding her tear stained cheeks.

“You need to let Rowan and the healers do their jobs. You screaming like a maniac will not help y/n. I know you want to be with her but it’s best you do not go back in that room, understand?” Diana slowly nods and crumples into her fathers chest. She lets out a wail that dies into broken sobs.

Clutching at her heart she sends love down the bond to you. Sending images of your sweet memories like your first kiss, sneaking around the castle, making up after your first fight. Lorcan held his eldest daughter as she cried. Hell, he even started crying. He never wanted his baby girl to feel this way ever. If he could get in there and heal you himself he would.

Hours later Rowan comes into the hall. Aelin immediately embraces him. “Is she?” The Queen whispers to her husband, “Yes. She’s going to be out for a while but she’s going to be fine.”

Everyone visibly relaxed. You were safe and Diana could breathe again. She felt the bond hum to life again.

Your father moved you to your room once you were more stable. Diana refused to leave your side until you woke up. She fell asleep with her head on your thigh while sitting in an armchair next to your bed. When you stirred the next morning Diana shot up.

“Y/n/n! Oh thank the gods, baby I was so worried.” Diana flings her arms around your neck as you groan from her slight weight. She pulls back, holding your face in her hands. It was clear she had been crying for hours. “Never. Ever. Do that again.”

You lay your hand over hers, turning your head to kiss her palm. “I’m sorry I worried you. But I couldn’t let that guy hurt you.” Both your eyes line with silver. “I can’t believe you’re my mate.” You whisper, smiling like a love sick fool at Diana. Her lips crash onto yours in a loving and passionate kiss. “I can’t either.” Diana whispers back against your lips.

Before you could pull Diana into bed with you, your door creaked open. Your mother and father poked their heads in. “Hey sweetie,” Aelin says softly. She rushes over to your bed resting a hand on your forehead. “Hi mom.” She shakes her head lovingly at you.

“You scared us half to death.” “I’m sorry mom, I just…all I saw was Di in danger and had to save her.” Rowan stepped up next to Aelin. “While your mother and I are upset we are happy for you and Diana. I understand the feeling.” He smiled down at you as he gripped your hand.

From the doorway Lorcan clears his throat. “Sorry to break up the reunion. Can I have a moment with y/n?” Your parents and Diana look between you and Lorcan. You nod reassuringly at them. Diana seems hesitant to leave. “I’ll be fine.” You say to her. “I’ll be in the hall,” she grimaces at her father who raises a dark eyebrow at her.

Lorcan sits in the arm chair next to your bed. He looks at you with a dark gaze, like he’s dissecting you. “I know your parents and Diana have already told you what you did was reckless and dangerous. Let me tell you what I saw.” You tilt your head curiously against your pillow. “I saw someone who cares about my daughter put their life on the line to protect her. I would always tell Elide that no matter who Diana dated no one would be good enough for my little girl. Not even her mate.”

You had no idea why Lorcan was giving you this speech now. If he was here to tell you he didn’t want you and Diana to accept the bond he could at least give you the courtesy of fully recovering first. You were about to tell him that when his next words shocked you. “But I take that all back now. I know you really care about each other and you more than proved that. And will have the scar for eternity to show her as well. Thank you, y/n.”

He got up to leave. As Lorcan was half way across the room you called out, “So does this mean we have your blessing. Because you were the one we were worried about.” Lorcan smirks at you over his shoulder. “I thought I made myself clear,” And leaves.

[astrodances]

This fic started with the idea I've had for a while of Raine giving Eda wrist kisses after she got her sigil, and it just evolved into this whole scene which I basically wrote all of last night. 🥺🥹

(And yay!! Managed to write, finish, and post something in 2023!! And yay for my first (published) TOH fic!)

Happy, healthy, lovely New Year to everyone, and thank you for reading, leaving kudos, and commenting! 🥳💜

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A Brave Face

It stings. Titan, it stings and it burns and it hurts it hurts it hurts-

Steve utters an “I’m sorry” laced with so much regret to an unhearing Eda, hiding the offending sigil glove as he backs away from her unseeing eyes, still tightly wound shut against the reality of what just happened.

Raine’s quick to take over, ushering Eda to the stern of the Bard Coven airship (in this moment, they want to curse every string they ever plucked, every note ever played under the coven’s banner). Everyone else pointedly stays near the bow, giving them the space they need. Lilith stays near the edge of the group, closest to the middle, on standby in case a sisterly shoulder is called for.

Eda’s breaths are heavy, shaky in the silence they wrap themselves in. The wind, free and cold at this altitude, flows by to tickle their hair and clothing, but otherwise, she stays braced against the pain, clutching her branded arm to her chest.

“Eda...?” Raine prods gently. “Eda? Hey, can you hear me?” Every syllable is softer than a whisper (they should know), and one hand stays on Eda’s shoulder to help ground her to the present, their thumb rubbing comforting circles.

Eyes still closed, Eda’s willpower catches in her throat, and she sniffs in warning before the tears begin to flow as freely as the wind. She shakes her head, not at Raine’s question, but at everything she’s feeling. Against the ability to speak. At the unfairness of it all.

Raine immediately covers Eda in an embrace, angling her away from everyone to give her more privacy. Mindful of her arm, they cradle her head and bring her close to them. Her mane of hair absorbs most of the vibrations she emits with each audible sob, each one deepening the grimace across their face and crushing their heart more and more.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you...” they say, refusing to lie with any false platitudes or even mention the sigil right now. Still, they hope their words and their presence are enough to soothe her, to just let her know that she isn’t alone.

Eda merely snuggles further into the crook of Raine’s neck, letting-needing-them to support her as she lets her guard down.

They let a few more long moments pass, giving Eda time to let the brunt of the storm pass. Raine, meanwhile, begins to regulate their breathing, and finally says, “Try to focus on my voice, okay? I’m gonna count you through a breathing exercise.”

Without waiting for an answer, they begin, demonstrating as they go.

“In, two, three, four...”

Eda shudders against them as they hold for a moment.

“...and out, two, three, four.”

In less-dire circumstances, Eda would make a joke here about Raine being a walking time-signature or something to that effect, and Titan, Raine wishes it were so. They’d take any form of teasing right now just to see a shadow of a smile grace her face.

“In, two, three, four...”

“Out, two, three, four...”

They keep the rhythm, not caring how long they have to stand there breathing and counting to get through, imbuing as much calm as they can into the other witch. Other airships go by, quiet murmurs make their way from the front of their own, but Raine’s focus remains undeterred.

Eventually, after several minutes, Eda stills, her own breathing still strong but steadier. Raine pulls themself back just enough to see her face and catches her wincing.

“Are you okay?” they ask. They know the answer is no, but it’s instinctual.

Her eyes are still closed and she’s still holding the outside of her arm, but for the first time since before the branding, Eda speaks. “It hurts, Raine,” she hisses.

“What do you mean?”

“The si- my wrist, it hurts. Like it’s burning.”

She offers her arm out partway, and Raine takes the invitation to hold onto her hand, gently coaxing her wrist into view. They try to reign in a gasp at the sight of Edalyn Clawthorne with a sigil - it’s still hard to believe this happened at all. 

Sigils usually don’t hurt for this long though, if at all; Raine’s tingled for maybe half a minute. And the eclipse hasn’t started yet.

“Maybe it’s because of the curse?” they speculate, fingers itching to run over the branded skin.

“Maybe,” Eda whispers.

There’s something so broken in the way she says that one word that causes Raine to whip their head back up to her, only for them to furrow their brow in utter despair. They feel like they’ve been sucker-punched in the gut.

Eda’s finally opened her eyes, still wet and gleaming with tears, and Raine can see just how vulnerable she is through them.

They’ve never seen her this vulnerable. Not when they first approached her in that corner at the I.F.W.O.T., or when they caught her alone at the lunch table on their first day at Hexside. Not when she first told them about her curse, or even when she begged them to protect her kids.

The Day of Unity, saving the world, everything else fades away. For the moment, those things don’t exist.

Raine can see what she’s mourning -- thirty-plus years of freedom, of playing by her own rules, of being the “Wild Witch of Bonesborough,” of standing up for what’s right and winning the good fight for herself.

Tonight, she lost. She lost the battle, the final blow there on her wrist, and she deserves to honor and mourn that sacrifice.

The Head of the Titan is still a ways off. They have time.

Raine trails their gaze back down to her wrist, this time intentionally tracing their thumb over the sigil before they raise Eda’s arm up and start planting the most tender kisses they can manage across it. They hear Eda choke back another quivering sob.

“I want...you to know...” they begin between kisses, “...that you...are...the bravest...person...I know.”

Once they’re sure they’ve covered every inch of skin and sigil with love and affection, Raine looks up again and gives a kiss to Eda’s nose, her forehead, and finally to her lips. It surprises them both, if they’re being honest--there’s an unspoken agreement between them that they’ll discuss their relationship after the Day of Unity, to avoid distractions, naturally (though they both know there’s very little to actually discuss at this point)--but Raine sees it if nothing else, at the very least, than as admiration and a promise, the same promise they made to Luz.

“T-there. Does that help a little?” Raine asks. They’re both blushing messes now and Eda is crying waterfalls, but the question does make her laugh despite herself, and Raine will gladly count that as a victory.

Eda nods a couple times, then leans her forehead against theirs. “Yeah, y-yeah it does, Rainestorm. Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

They stay close together for a few moments more, Raine now holding Eda’s hand to their chest, sharing the rhythm of their heart.

Eventually, they guide Eda to sit on the floor of the airship with them to rest and let them wipe her tears away and just talk and think. They share worries; they share hopes.

And when Eda starts to let herself acknowledge the sigil more, turning it this way and that in the sunlight, Raine holds her a little tighter and hums their rhapsody-requiem into her hair.

Eda lost a battle to help win a war, and Raine will do anything, anything, to support her and honor that.

Anything for the bravest witch of all time.

[paulinawoodpecker]

Reena remembers about the deal the impossible three gave her and broke down and started crying luckily Lukas came over and cheered her up

@jakkiisthatboy2

Reena: *ran outside*

Reena: *stops running but still remembers the deal*

Reena: *places her hands on her face and started crying*

Lukas: *finds Reena and founds her crying*

Lukas: hey. It’s okay.

Reena: 🥺 it’s not Lukas…

Lukas: what was with this “deal”?

Reena: 🥺 *sniffs* well…

Reena: 🥺 your dad…and his friends made a deal with me…

Lukas: what deal?

Reena: 🥺 they made a deal with me…about lying and tricking the team!

Lukas: what?

Reena: 🥺 I had to do it…

Lukas: but why?

Reena: 🥺 *hic* they forced me to do it…*hic* and it’s all because of 😭 TIFFANY!!!

Reena: *started to cry hard*

Lukas: …

Lukas: 💡

Lukas: *walks close to Reena*

Lukas: *kisses her on the lips*

Reena and Lukas: *kisses each other’s lips*

Reena: 🥺 Lukas?

Lukas: my dad however…he’s like that.

Lukas: I wish I was there when that happened…but I didn’t…

Lukas: and it was just on accident…

Reena: 🥺 it was on purpose Lukas… no one even cares about me…no one will listen to me…

Reena: 🥺 and even when I made everyone in danger even you! Mr p and Tiffany was right…I’m not like my sister…

Lukas: you are.

Reena: 🥺 no one will ever trust me again…

Lukas: I trust you.

Reena: 🥺 but why?

Lukas: …

Lukas: because…

Lukas: I’m your boyfriend…

Lukas: you and I can be together. And we’ll always will be together.

Lukas: plus you and I became a couple when we first met. I don’t want you to go to the same path as my mom.

Lukas: tad and Sara have each other, they’re already a couple and now they just started a family. We too can do the same.

Reena: …

Reena: that would be wonderful but…oh Lukas…I wish you didn’t have to choose Mr p as your dad. He might kill me…

Reena: I’m just worried that you could get hurt from the past and be taken away from me.

Lukas: I know that Rini…

Reena: even after what happened to professor humbert, who’s gonna run our history class when he’s gone?

Lukas: I don’t know…

Reena: maybe I don’t deserve to be here.

Lukas: I don’t care what you say Reena! I love you! Just the way you are!

Reena: and I…I love you too Lukas…but that’s not gonna help…

Lukas: what do you mean?

Reena: what if we don’t make it to the crystal cave?

Reena: what if tad doesn’t get cured on time?

Reena: what if we get our feelings hurt all over again?

Reena: what if we…

Reena: what if we lose?

Reena and Lukas: …

~more than anything reprise playing~

Lukas: *singing* You’ve already done so much

Lukas: *singing* So many lives you've changed

Lukas: *singing* So many souls you've touched

Lukas: *singing* And in the end, if it's only me you've saved

Reena (🥹) and Lukas: *singing* There's something that I've been dying to say

Reena (🥹) and Lukas: *singing* More than anything, more than anything

Reena (🥹) and Lukas: *singing* Need you to know I love you more than anything

Reena(🥹) and Lukas: *singing* More than anything

Reena (🥹 😌) and Lukas: *kisses each other’s lips*

Reena: *sheds a tear*

[andvys]

ANDY!! i just finished part 10 and IT WAS SOOO GOOD!!

He didn’t see a point in keeping the relationship going. Why should he? You are the one for him, you are the one he wants, you are the one he loves. 

men are really quick aren't they? took you long enough steve 😭

Steve might never let you go but he is willing to try. 

boy if you don't- 😭

Every time he thinks that it can’t hit him any harder, it hits him even harder. The realization that he is nothing but a stranger to you now, broke his heart all over again and took everything in him not to break down in the school's hallway. 

i kinda relate to him... but in a platonic way. as in, that's how i felt about my friends when we fell out. the pain is unreal but the difference is that steve deserves it 🤭

The smell of the locker room makes Steve feel sick and he can’t wait to get out. A cloud of cologne mixed with sweat and the fog from the showers hangs over the room. He looks into the mirror as he dries his hair with the towel. Drops of water dribble down his chest. Steve looks at Eddie through the mirror. He is surprised to see him here. Usually, he skips gym class. His friend Jeff is standing next to him as he puts his shirt on, laughing at something Eddie had whispered to him. 

MALE LOCKER ROOM THE FLASHBACKS THIS GAVE ME 😭 at our uni gym when you exit the girls locker room you walk down the hallway and you pass the boys room and their door is ALWAYS open and you always get a sniff 😭😭

“Yeah, your mom.” Eddie smirks and turns back around to put his shirt on.

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA

“Wheeler is turning you into a pussy, Steve.” Billy says as he looks at him over Tommy’s shoulder.

billy you should bang your head against the wall

Tommy chuckles to himself and shakes his head, “he was always a pussy.”

tommy you too

You’re not alone, of course you are with him and you look so beautiful but different. You are wearing a skirt, one that is certainly too short for this weather, the fishnet tights do nothing to protect your skin from the cold. You are wearing platform boots and a short leather coat – dark colors, dark nails, red lips, curls and bangs. You are starting to look like the female version of him. 

she has to look so cool and hot tbh i love this kind of style and i always wanted a red lipstick but i'm still not very brave enough 🥹

“I know it will be,” you giggle, “I still got the credit card my dad gave me, we can book a hotel room afterwards.”

GIRL- SHES KEEPING HERSELF BUSY OKAAAAYYY

It’s been three months ever since you had gone separate ways and you changed, a lot. Your hair is longer now, your clothes are different, your music taste has changed, you are learning how to play guitar, you write songs with Eddie and you work at the record store three times a week after school – he only knows that because Max Mayfield told him, who apparently is your number one fan now. You are her english tutor and ‘the much cooler older friend’. She loves to brag about you to the boys and to him. Steve likes her and she somehow became a little sister figure in his life but he hates the smug look on her face whenever she tells him stories about you. 

IF MAX LOVED ME MY LIFE WOULD BE COMPLETE TBH IMAGINE MAX MAYFIELD THINKING YOURE COOL 😭❤️

“One has to be a real fucking idiot to dump someone with that ass.” 

wish i had a big ass tbh

“She wouldn’t even look at the freak after I’d fuck her dumb.”

billy the wall calls you

Maybe he is right. Steve never took care of you the way you always took care of him. You always made sure that he felt good, he never did the same for you and he feels ashamed about it. 

boy... AND ON TOP OF EVERYTHING YOU DIDNT MAKE HER COME 😭

“Shut the fuck up, Carver!” Billy yells, “I’m sick of your motivation speeches.”

😭 he's got a point there

He is happy. 

trying to convince yourself there? 😭

IM SO INVESTED IN THIS!! i live for steve's suffering and i'm so excited to see what's next 😭 - honey anon ♡

HI OMG YOU MADE ME GIGGLE WITH YOUR COMMENTS 🤭

BILLY THE WALL CALLS YOU 😂😭 it’s been calling him since he first appeared on the show

I’m sorry about the fallout with your friend :( it’s the worst when you become strangers with someone you used to be close with :( but steve really did deserve it

i know red lipstick would look amazing on you! (i’m not brave enough to wear it either but i hope you will be someday 🥺)

ALSO I AGREE ABOUT MAX! if she thinks you’re cool then you really won in life 😭 max is the coolest

i also wish i had a big ass 😭

Steve was a bad boyfriend and a bad fuck, let’s hope he will do better in the future 😂

And he really is trying to convince himself but really, he isn’t convincing anyone. Boy is miserable deep down

I’m so so happy you liked it! I can’t wait to share all the upcoming drama with you 🤭 there’s still so much coming 👀

[akascow]

n e ways did andrews spiderman being called peter3 in nwh always bother anyone else or am i just weird

[fairybinie]

ummm what if u did something like you surprise or see them after a really long time/long distance relationship

it can be any member!

wc: 673     genre: fluff     warnings: not edited

taglist: @iyeonjuni @soobnny @wooluvrz @yyx2 @odxrilove @ifwtyun @luvrbin @iuwon @moondust-zia @jakekgs @soobintoyou @ijhyo @cherr-y-eji @hyukaas-deactivated20220705 @peachy-yabbay @ameliesaysshoo @hanyweol @enhacolor

a/n: so sorry this is late 🥹 decided to write a little something for @iyeonjuni happy birthday beffie <3

…

six months you were living abroad, but it felt like six years.

you missed yeonjun like crazy.

this had been the longest you’ve been away from each other. it only took you three months to finally start getting used to it, but you still can’t shake the feeling away. the feeling being the impulsiveness to see your boyfriend right now.

and you let that feeling win. because now, you’re on a road trip to surprise yeonjun for his birthday.

that’s when it hit you. he only wants to spend his special day with you, and you weren’t there. that was enough for you to start searching up flights and prices and get yourself to start heading his way.

that’s when it hit you. he only wants to spend his special day with you, and you weren’t there. that was enough for you to start searching up flights and prices and get yourself to start heading his way.

that’s when it hit you. he only wants to spend his special day with you, and you weren’t there. that was enough for you to start searching up flights and prices and get yourself to start heading his way.

was it the biggest purchase you’ve ever made? big yes. but is it worth the absolute happiness that will come over your boyfriend once he sees that you’re physically with him again? a bigger yes.

you were actually quite surprised when you landed sooner than you expected, a day before the special occasion. there were more i miss you texts exchanged between you and yeonjun that you found it extremely difficult to keep your secret. with a few near slip ups, you managed to not say anything.

now the day has finally come, and you’re beaming with joy. about an hour long drive over to his house with your shared playlist blasting through the stereo, you were ready to see yeonjun again.

with his gifts in both of your hands you barely manage to ring his doorbell. you can’t help but wiggle in your position from the overwhelming emotions.

you hear footsteps make their way over to the door and you stop in your place. once the door finally opens, you greet the boy on the other side with a big smile and hold your arms out for an embrace.

“happy birthday.”

yeonjun hesitantly removes his hand from the door handle as he places it near his mouth. you’re staring at each other, but he can’t believe you’re actually here. he almost thinks you’re a ghost.

you see his eyes start to tear up as his cheeks begin to make their presence on his face. that was one of your favorite things about him, how big and circular his cheeks get when he smiles. his eyes form into crescents and you could almost see them disappear. you start to hear what is quite heaven to your ears, his cackle for a laugh. yeonjun strokes his hair back with his hands and stands in that position in belief.

at this point, your arms are beginning to grow tired and the smile plastered on your face is starting to hurt your gums. you could stay here all day, but something has to happen.

“you know, if i keep standing here i’ll-”

you’re interrupted by big arms tackling you into a hug, knocking your gifts from your hands. you’re thankful you didn’t get him anything fragile.

you return his embrace and it’s warm and tight. you can’t help but sniff the boy, and he smells exactly how you remember him. a cool beachy scent. your hands make their way up to his hair and they settle there for a moment, allowing your fingers to explore each strand. silky soft.

you could stay in this moment forever.

“i knew you were too happy when you said you missed me too.”

you missed your home.

yeonjun will always be your home.

…

i make one smau and i forget how to write actual fics i hope this isn’t too bad 😞 if you’d like to be apart of my permanent taglist send an ask or fill out my taglist form <3

[georgiapeach30513]

Any update on our babies in DA 🥹👉🏻👈🏻 you havent post anything and i miss them..🥹🥹 Pick whoever you want and pleaseeee give us something

This has been a week from HELL!! I'm off for the next six days, and heading to the beach, and so it was trying to get all my clients in this week, and then my kids had VBS all week. My friend was visiting, and I hadn't seen her in a year. So I took a bit of time to develop some story line, but also rest....So I can't guarentee how often I'll be posting this coming week, because I'm going to enjoy the beach 😂

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Indie

Summary: Oakley is growing up

Pairings: James/Iris X Oakley

Rating: mild

Warnings:  implied breeding kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 900

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Oakley Rogers Masterlist

Just like every Saturday morning, Oakley runs into his parents bedroom, and jumps on the bed. His body crawling in between his parents, and he gives his mama a kiss to her forehead. Iris used to this ritual now, doesn’t even stir.

James gives his youngest son a deep guttural chuckle, before his short little hand reaches over his dad to grab the remote. Dodger looks up at the little boy, his whole body wiggling with how excited he is to see the smallest Rogers, and when Oakley taps on the side of the bed, Dodger stealthily jumps up. Army crawling between Iris and Oakley.

“Daddy,” Oakley taps on his dad’s nose. “Daddy, it’s time to watch some Indie.”

“I know buddy,” his voice rasps out. “Go ahead and put it on, daddy’s gonna brush his teeth, so my breath isn’t nasty when mama wakes up.”

Iris stirs awake at the sound of her husband, giggling to herself, and she turns around to snuggle closer to her good boy. Her fingers combing through Oakley’s curls. When James looks at her from the bathroom door, he gives her a sleepy smile. Crawling into the bed, giving her a chaste kiss before snuggling up to his buddy.

Oakley excitedly watches Indiana Jones, like it’s his first time, but every Saturday, he makes his way into the bed. Spending some quality one on one time with James before Thorne demands everyone’s attention, only so he doesn’t hurt himself too bad.

Oakley one of the most simple of their children, reminding Iris of her Jamey when he was small. His demeanor, right down to his looks. Most of their children, looking like a combination between both her and James, Oakley was James’ clone. And Iris revels in the fact she gets to see James at this stage again.

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James places the iPad in Oakley’s lap, and the little boy looks up at him confused. “I can’t say that.”

“It’s a kooikerhondje.”

“I still can’t say that.”

“It’s cute isn’t it?” Oakley looks down at the picture and nods his head. “And I like the name of it. A kooikerhondje,” Oakley blows out air, making his curls blow up, and almost rolls his eyes. “I know, it’s hard. You have been asking for a dog though. Your brother has that devil lizard, and Poppy has one thousand bunnies.”

“But…but Dodger?” James gives his son an odd look. “We have to take him to pick out a kooky dog. Because, if he doesn’t get along with it, I don’t want it.”

Just like his daddy, to always think of his mama and her dog first. Everyone in the family, knows how much Iris and Dodger need each other. The two of them creating a bond like no other. He hardly ever left Iris’ side. Unless it was to be with the curly headed Rogers boy.

“You’re right. Let’s go check them out, take mommy’s good boy, and if Dodger says no, then we won’t get it.”

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“Oh,” Iris stops dead in her tracks looking between the three boys; James, Oakley, and her sweet buddy Dodger. A new dog wags it’s tail beside Oakley. Her tongue sticking out and Dodger gives a bark to his human.

“You agreed to this buddy?” Dodger answers with another bark. “And he likes her?”

“He do, mommy, and and he really likes her, look,” the smaller dog gives Dodger a little sniff, before she seeks the approval of Iris now. “Indie.”

“Hmm?” she cocks up an eyebrow at the two of them.

“Her name is Indiana, Indie for short. And, her can sleep in the bed with me. And I won’t have to crawl in the bed with you and daddy, and…”

The little boy continues to speed past everything he’s thought of, but James didn’t take into consideration Oakley not wanting to sleep at least an hour with his mom and dad. She just gives the boy a whispered okay, and he runs off with Indie, leaving James and Dodger to run to Iris’ side.

James holds her tightly, while Dodger licks her hand. Running his head under her hand, before sitting beside her. His head still using her hand to pet herself.

“Jamey, our baby isn’t a baby anymore.”

“We’re grandparents, and you’re worried about our five-year-old?“

“He said he didn’t have to…Jamey, he doesn’t need us anymore.”

“Oh, Baby Doll,” his hazel eyes takes in his beautiful wife. His lips kissing all over her exposed shoulders, before he gets a crazy idea. “Let’s do it again.”

“What?”

“You’re only forty-one. Let’s do it again,” Iris chuckles, and buries her face in his neck. “Listen, you’re the one that changes. I’m all for breeding you again. Your little body can take it. You didn’t say it was a definite no. Which is why neither of us got snipped. We could do it.”

“You’re crazy.”

“I wouldn’t mind a sweet baby girl.”

“Our oldest has a biological daughter and a son she’s about to adopt. We can’t just…Jamey, you’re making me think crazy things.”

“Well, think quickly. I’m getting horny thinking about not wasting my sperm on your back and ass. If it doesn’t give your daughter any ideas.”

Iris only smirks at him and walks away. “Iris Jade! That was not an answer. Iris! Iris Jade Rogers, you come back here!”

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[stylesparker]

CONGRATS KYLEE 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Promt: the 3 Peter's are crashing at Peter 1s apartment. After washing their suits they can't tell which is which

🤎🤎🤎 congrats again :]

sorry this took so freaking long I wanted this to be cute🥹 also May never died because I said so

“Have you guys ever washed the suit?” Peter 3 asks the other two as they step into Peter 1’s apartment and trail mud and dirt behind them. It’s cozy, not something you’d think to use for a teenage boys apartment, but it is. There’s plants in every corner and textbooks everywhere, and 2 and 3 take notice of MJ in a picture frame near the door.

“Uhh..” Peter 2 contemplates, “I think I have before. Maybe not.. a lot, but I have.”

“You’ve never washed your suit, dude,” Peter 1 asks, “Man, my aunt used to wash it all the time, now I-” he coughs to cover up the sadness in his voice, “It became a habit.”

Peter 3 laughs awkwardly, realizing he’s put himself in a bit of a situation. He looks down at the suit in his hand, picking it up to sniff, and he thinks he’s about to cry. Peter 2 waves his hand and leads himself through the youngest ones apartment.

“It’s fine, just start now! Cmon boys, chuck em’ in there.”

“When have you ever talked like that!” Peter 1 questions, but the oldest gives him a quick glare and he rolls his eyes, throwing his own in there.

Around a couple hours later the beeps signal the end of the wash, and Peter 2 goes in there to take them out. He lays them out on the small rack the youngin has for himself, but not a split second later, he realizes what’s happened.

“Guys?! You might want to come here!” He sounds panicked, and the other two come running.

“What is it?”

“Did you hit your head again?”

Peter 2 grunts, “Shut up. Look at the suits.”

All three pairs of eyes stare at the suits in front of them, the two who just came in not realizing it very quickly, but then it hits them.

“Why do they all look the same..” Peter 3 starts.

“Why are they darker…”

The three of them exchange a glance and collectively groan all together.

Peter 1 glares at the oldest, “If I can’t even fit my ass into one of those goddamn suits, you’re done.”

“Yeah! You’re done!”

“SHUT IT, PETER 3!”