#I NEED TO GO TO BED BUT !!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dreamdripdistance]

doodles of a kh/isat au!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Good vibes for you, Nance!

Billy doesn't want to cuddle.

"I don't need that shit," he tells Steve every night when they go to bed.

"Of course," Steve says. Insomnia is a bitch. He usually needs hours to fall asleep. Since Billy started sleeping in his bed, he hates it a little less. Loves it, even.

Because as soon Billy starts snoring, it happens. He's crawling over, wraps his arms around Steve and rests his head on Steve's chest. Steve can't even move away, because Billy follows him. Clings to him and drools on his chest hair. Like a giant octopus. Stays like this for the whole night.

In the morning it's always the same routine. Billy wakes up, blinks at him with bleary eyes.

"Damn, you're clingy," he says, sleep still heavy on his tongue.

Steve tries not to laugh, hides it behind a kiss he plants on Billy's forehead. "Yeah, that's just how I am."

That's a game he can play for a while.

AN?!?!? 😭😭😭 i have the ugliest crying face rn this is SO SWEET 🥹🤍 god i love clingy Billy and this is absolutely something he would do!! and i love that Steve goes along with it bc he knows how his boyfriend is and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

thank you so so much for this dose of happiness!! 🥹 i really needed it, and your writing is so amazing 😭 (but know know that already 🤭)

[the-fiction-witch]

Baby Mama P3

Media The queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X reader

Rating sweet and Adorable

Concept Baby Mama series

Warning Features heavy swearing & graphic descriptions of childbirth

"Okay, Mrs. Watts we are going to get you set up in room 16, Mr watts you're welcome to the labour waiting area just down the hall" the nurse explained as they sat me on a wheelchair but the moment they did liquid began rushing down my legs "Okay your water may have broke, we need to get you down there now"

"Yeah, okay, I love you." He nods, giving my bump a kiss "I love you." He says kissing my head "I'll see you soon I promise."

"Okay, bye Benny"

"Bye y/n" he smiled before they took me off to the small room setting me up in the bed giving me a gown, and setting my bag by the bed for me They all talked around me but honestly I was kinda in another word just trying to process the pain until my doctor arrived and peeked under my gown

"Ahhh I see"

"What?"

"You are further along than I thought almost fully dilated and water has definitely broken?"

"Almost per minute doctor," the nurse says

"Further along?" I asked

"Yes, from the information from the call I assume early active labour' but no no were much further than that"

"We are!"

"Yes I'm surprised you were able to be so calm From the look of it you've been in active labour for at least twelve hours"

"Ahhh I have?"

"But that does mean baby will be along shortly. But not a lot of time for"

"No no, I know what you're gonna say, no. It's not going to happen. I need my drugs"

"I'm afraid that's just not possible Mrs watts not this late. It could do major damage and cause a lot of issues I'm afraid we cannot give you anything. Maybe if you'd come in a few hours ago you could have" he says

"I didn't know I was in labour hours ago! Please please I'm begging you I need drugs there is no way I can do this without drugs. There is going to be a whole Human making its way out of me, I was promised drugs"

"Sorry, Mrs. Watts." He says before he got on with business with the nurses I just laid back on the bed trying to comprehend this I'm already in agony and I have to do this without medication... I .. I'm going to die. I am literally just gonna die.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed as this pain rocketed through me and the room sprung into action a nurse beside me giving me a pace to breathe at, the doctor between my legs and nurses beside him by now the waves had subsided and it was now just this constant pain growing and growing each push of my almost numb muscles made the pain grow more and more I could hear them talking telling me things but I was so overwhelmed by pain all I heard was breath and push and that's all I did just keep breathing and pushing keep breathing and pushing I'd never felt pain so intense in my life that my mind basically shut itself down tears streaming down my face my body numb but in agony "aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!'

"Good good you're doing fine, another big push for me"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed

"Very good"

"Where Benny?" I asked the nurse beside me as she let me have a drink

"I'm sorry?' She asks

"Benny, where's Benny? My husband, where is he?"

"In the waiting room," she says

"Let me see him"

"We don't allow fathers in the delivery room" the doctor warns "Big push for me"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Let me see him! Let me see my husband! You denied me my goddamn medication! I want him here. The least you can do is let my husband be here to hold my hand. I need him here you are not taking this from me"

"Madam we-"

"Being me my fucking husband!" I screamed

"Get him in here" the doctor sighed "Okay another big push it won't be long now"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Hey, hey you doing okay?" Benny smiled as he arrived taking my hand and kissing my head

"Do I look okay!"

"Sorry, what's going on?"

"They won't give me drugs!"

"What?"

"She's been in active labour too long, Given how long it has been since her water broke it would be far too dangerous to give her anything but she's fully dilated and I can already feel the baby's head" The doctor explained

"I see why you wanted me" Benny nods "You must be... in agony"

"You think!"

"Well I'm happy to be here to hold your hand sweetheart" He smiled holding my hand sweetly and giving it a kiss but I grabbed his shirt

"You really think I brought you here to be all cute and loving? You think I brought you here to hold my hand and kiss my head like some shit rom-com movie Benny! NO! If I have to sit here and push a goddamn human out of me without even a fucking ibuprofen as it rips its way out of me, You are gonna fucking be here! and you are going to fucking watch the absolute shit show that is the birth of a child! You dare look away I swear to god I will make you feel this pain Benny I swear it!"

"And push" the doctor demanded so I did what I could even if my body basically began to work on its own at a point where my body knew it had to get this out whether I liked it or not pure animalistic evolutionary madness fueled my body as it worked to get this thing out! And I screamed the blood-curdling sound bouncing off the hospital walls "You did this to me! You fucking bastard Benny! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed

"Oh my god! You broke my hand!" He screamed

"Uhh doctor?" The nurse spoke up

"Ohh - uhhh Nurse check his hand." The doctor demanded "Okay we're almost there One more big, big push for me and we should be at the ring"

"Ring?"

"Ring of fire Mrs. Watts." a nurse spoke up

"Ohh fuck no. no. I'm not ready I can't do this" I panicked

"Of course you can, not much more now," The doctor says

"He's fine she just popped his finger out of place," The nurse said as she returned from checking Benny's hand having reset his finger for him and he sheepishly returned to my arm

"You can do it y/n I know you can," he says

"Do you understand what the ring of fire is?"

"No?"

"That's when the skin stretches as the baby's head makes its way out"

"Oh god-"

"Yeah"

"Okay big push," The doctor says and I grab Benny's hand and scream "Perfect perfect keep that going," he says and I basically left my body from the stinging burning pain my vision blurring all I saw was the nurses working the doctor barking orders and benny holding my hand even if I did see his face go white I swear I blacked out and merely woke up to the nurses rubbing my legs and smiling

"You did great, that's amazing, baby's here," The nurse told me

"Baby's here?" I asked

"Baby's here, nurse is just checking them over"

"Oh... I see..." The doctor says

"What?" I asked

"Nurse, I need some fresh tools and a new blanket" The doctor demanded

"What! Why!" I yelled

"Don't stress-" he began

"WHY!" I screamed

"Well we are having a second," he says

"A- a second?" Benny asked

"It's twins, so you need to push"

"Noo... I thought it was over!" I cried "I don't wanna do this again!"

"We don't have time to go over this just push," the doctor says

I was so so tried but I didn't have a choice my body had to get this out of me the pain was now even worse than before as I was so tired, so exhausted but I just had to keep going until I reached the second ring of fire which again made me basically blackout, only really coming back when they gave me oxygen for a few good breaths until I pushed it away myself

"Is it over?"

"It's all over, it's all okay," He says giving my forehead a kiss "There with the nurse it's all okay," he says

"It's over, it's over" I muttered

"Okay, placenta time," The doctor says

"No. No. I'm done. I'm done." I told him

"Not just yet, just the placenta and then it's over," He says as nurses work on my stomach at that point I didn't care, my body was just done with this shit. And finally, he said the words I had been longing to her since this the moment I got pregnant "There we go, we're all done, it's done. We'll get you sorted" He explained leaving the room with the nurses and leaving us alone

"Are you okay?" Benny asked and I merely glared "That's fair." he nodded "I'm sorry"

"For what?"

"Throwing up"

"You threw up?"

"Yeah, when I saw the first one coming out it kinda got stuck with its shoulder and I threw up. Sorry"

"It's fine. I was out of it I didn't even know, I'm sorry for popping your finger out of place"

"It's no trouble, the fact you did all that without pain meds is impressive and terrifying," he says "But you did amazing," he says giving me a kiss "You want help getting cosy? Maybe get changed into your nightie?"

"I'd like that"

He helped me change and I even got to put my slippers on with the blankets over me I had water, and air if I needed it I even got to use some water to scrub the top half of my body at least and put my hair up so I could be comfy

"Any news?"

"Not yet, still with the nurses"

"They've been gone a while"

"Yeah well no news is good news," he says perching himself on my bed so I can cuddle him

"I guess. Did you see?"

"No all kinda happen so fast

"Did it?"

"Yeah, like seriously the head comes out then the shoulders pop through and then it just kinda plops out and they scoop it up, cut the cord and wrap it in a blanket"

"Oh? Guess I kinda went into some strange primal state and didn't really pay attention"

"Oh yeah, you were primal. You were terrifying"

"Two babies just forced their way out of me"

"I'm not saying it's not justified I'm saying it's terrifying"

The door then opened to a nurse with two happily swaddled babies in her arms

"Good news, both are happy and healthy, We had a bit of a scare but it's all fine they are both perfect" she explained

"A scare?" I asked

"The second one here wasn't breathing at first likely due to being second out waiting behind the sibling They were exposed to things longer but after some oxygen and a little slap on the back they were both fine" she explained as she came over and gently helped me to hold one of the children immediately as I was the red mushy little face I fell utterly in love if anyone tries to take this child from me or harm it in any way I will literally bite them I noticed "this is a little boy" she smiled

"Awww hi, little guy" I smiled tearing up as I looked at every bit of him in his little Blanket and tiny little hat barely even aware of the world he was just born into I noticed immediately he had Benny's dark brown eyes and mildly convinced he had his nose too.

"And then this is little girl," she says helping Benny to hold our little girl "You need anything just press the call Paperwork is on the table," she says before heading out I couldn't help looking at them both as they were so snug and cosy and I noticed

"Are you crying?"

"Shut up. I'm allowed to cry. I'm holding our daughter holding our little girl for the first time" he muttered clearly trying not to cry

"Awww it's okay to cry Benny It's adorable" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss "I think he looks like you"

"Humm I think she looks like you"

"Great I'm a generic printer"

"You know what I mean, they're both so beautiful."

"They are, you not naming him jr"

"No that's stupid he should have something that matches his sister'

"Who was first?" I asked

"Uhh" he says he sighed and slowly handed her over to me giving her head a kiss and then giving his head a kiss too before he checked the paperwork "Little girl first little boy second he had the troubles"

"We'll keep an eye on him just in case" I smiled "Here I'll trade you" I laughed handing him little boy so I could really look and snuggle our little girl

"Hi little guy, now was it you or your big sister who caused your mummy all that trouble?"

"I have an inkling they were fighting"

"Probably kicking each other all day every day"

"That does sound right, already at odds with each other" I laughed

"Any ideas?"

"On?"

"Names?"

"I have one"

"Ohh? Do I get to know or do I not get a say?"

"I mean I carried them for nine months and gave birth to them"

"I helped"

"You did help Benny" I smiled giving him a kiss "I love you very much"

"I love you too, I love all three of you"

"Yeah, our nice little family of four, ohh no"

"What?"

"We have one crib"

"...shit."

"And one car seat"

"And you said I was stupid for keeping the recipient. I'll go tomorrow and trade them in her a double seat and stuff. But come on I wanna hear your idea for a name"

"I have two ideas, the first" I smiled stroking their little faces "Marcy and Mark"

"Marcy and Mark?"

"Marceline and Marcus for long"

"Mark and Marcy watts? It is nice I feel like I can yell that up a flight of stairs"

"I don't know, I'm not sure he's a Mark or Marcus."

"Yeah plus kinda don't want them to sound too twiny. It's cute when there little but teenagers and adults are gonna get mad about it like imagine getting shouted at in class"

"Yeah you have a point"

"What's the other idea?"

"Simon, and CeCe"

"...okay, that I like."

"Yeah he looks like a Simon"

"Simon Watts. That does sound like a good name. I can see it on a book spine or a tournament sign"

"Yeah me too,"

"CeCe Watts," he says "I think it suits her"

"Or Cecilia?" I suggested

"No, I think plain CeCe suits better"

"I think so too, are you happy?"

'More than happy, you like it?"

'I do, little Simon and CeCe Watts"

"It's perfect, they're perfect, I'm so happy" he Cooes "You don't seem as excited?"

"I am Benny, just you know pain."

"You give them two a snuggle I'll go find a nurse and get her to give you some drugs"

"Thank you Benny" I smiled

"I love you so much my little baby mama" he Cooes giving my lips a kiss "I love you little boy, and I love you little girl. Don't cause your mummy too much trouble while in gone," he says kissing both their heads before leaving to find the nurse. 

[duothelingo]

The duolingo widjet thing on mobile kinda scares me. But at the same time I want to marry him. Why did you guys make duo so preppy like- what? I have a massive problem with being attracted to preppy men. Not like fem boys. Just like men who act a lil bit feminine sometimes. Like Alastor. Why is Alastor so school girl. Why do I find Alastor so fucking attractive when he kicks his little feet on the bed.  HRJLSNLJXSZNLKZ!! Like...WHY ARE PREPPY MEN SO ATTRACTIVE??? IT'S MAKING ME GO SO FUCKING FERAL!!! DUOLINGO WHY ARE YOU SO PREPPY AND BAD BITCH AND WHY AM I BEING ATTRACTED TO IT??!?!!??!?!?! STOP THIS MADNESSS!!! PREPPY MEN NEED TO STOP OR ELSE I'M GOING TO EXPLODE!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

[personafanfic]

Okay after reading your angsty Bitter Sweet goodbye, I need some fluffy Unus and Annus x reader content please. Like them just walking about on a normal day holding hands with reader in between them? Or cuddling on their shared bed or something 🥺

Haha awww of course Anon! Yeah it was kinda my trying to let go story, definitely didn’t work, so I need this as much as you 😂

So sorry this took a while! I ended up writing a bunch of stuff but decided I wanted it as a separate headcanon for them so there is like 4 Headcanons for Unus annus coming out eventually just from this 😂

Fluffy Unus Annus here you are 💕💕 I might do Unus Annus Fluff Alphabet soon but for now here is general highlight reels of the relationship 

Ahh Also I wasn't sure if you wanted a Drabble or a Scenario or Headcanons so I just did random fluffy relationship headcanons. I will hopefully get Request Rules out soon but this is what I did for now. IM SO SORRY IF THIS ISNT WHAT YOU MEANT

-Okay well I’m not sure if I made this clear or not but in my headcanins but this is a Vee relationship. Meaning you are involved with both romantically and sexually but not to each other. Like an open triangle or the letter V. 

-Theres always the little things in the relationship. You all appreciate and notice different things.

-They both loved how before each video they had to be in you would make sure their suit was perfect. That nothing was tucked in the sleeves weren't rolled and that their tie was perfect.

-They’ll always ‘fight’ for who goes last because that person gets the most time with you. You’ll pull their tie to make them come towards you at the end and it just makes there non existent hearts✨Flutter✨ like oh my god. 

-And when I say non existent I mean physically their hearts do not exist. Both of them have a heart of gold. They ACTUALLY melt, they will lean forward and just try to lean on you.

-The two are so creepy though without meaning to be. Like Coraline creepy tho. (Shoutout to Coraline for being my comfort movie)

-Like y’all could be cuddling and talking and all of the sudden you guys might be talking about death or endings, you know, the whole reason they’re there, and you’re not quite sure if you’re gonna stay cuddling or if your about to be ??murdered?? Like, you don’t feel as if your in danger AT ALL but like uhh “…You guys aren’t gonna kill me for your cult, are you??” “ITS NOT A CULT!”

-Annus is the king of doing shit for you but acting like he has NO idea what you're talking about and then refusing to look in your eyes for about a half an hour until you guilt him into looking in your eyes because like, he can't not look into your beautiful eyes

-Unus is the snuggle MASTER ahhhhhhhhHhHHhHHHHHHH. God he will cuddle you SO MUCH. Unless you ask him not to of course. But your warm body against his basically dead body, he is in loveeeeee.

-“I want kids.” “How about a sea monkeys and if you do good with that for a while, like three years, we will SEE about a goldfish.” “They…they only live for two years…” “Well you better figure it out if you want that goldfish.”

-You love talking about the future with them. They are a lil uhhh hesitant. On one hand you talking about the future makes them feel like a FUCKING GOD on the other how are you so sure there will be a future with them. 

-Not that they plan on leaving but like there is always a possibility no matter how diligent and careful your are. You know that, by why dwell on only possibilities plus it’s really funny to have Annus’ chaotic god like energy just disappear to your dreamlike fixation.

-Im sorry but can we talk about how if you guys are ever out in public, they will walk right behind you, next to each other, in sync. It looks like you have your own gang! If you were to just see them walking and you don’t talk to them they can be VERY intimidating. 

-One time you snapped your fingers and everyone around you looked on edge while they were just confuzzled. Why would you snap your fingers?? And then theres the man a few steps away from you three waiting a bit to see if he needs to call the authorities.

-They can't ALWAYS be here, even if they wanted to. They do have a reason to be there plus sometimes they need to rest so if they know they won't be around or able to contact you they’ll leave sticky notes around the house about the things they love about you, complements, inspirational quotes etc.

-There are so many ups and downs with these two but one thing is for sure. Being with them is so much fun and has had such a difference that you’re not even thinking of tomorrow but whats happening then and there.

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Just a reminder ANNUS IS NOT MARK AND UNUS IS NOT ETHAN they have their own physical form they can get whenever they want. It takes energy to do so, so they rest spiritually (AKA their non physical form and what they actually are) in the minds of their host (AKA Ethan and Mark) No one has actually gotten it confused it is just Very important to me that everyone understands this, if any questions just ask in the asks.

[thesleepy1]

Tigers Die, Men Cry

A/N: I couldn’t sleep because this was bouncing around in my head the entire time. I just had to get it out before I forget it or get distracted. Must. Write. The. Angst. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Unbeta’d because of laziness.

-Says the brain tired idiot who finished the fic days after they crashed from exhaustion. I need more caffeine.

Pairings: Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty

Summary: Sebastian didn’t catch the flu. It's something much, much worse. God save the queen because her kingdom will burn by Moriarty’s hands.

Word count: 3,460

Please proceed with caution.

Warnings: death, grief, aggression, past abuse, mourning, fire, guns, foul language, addiction, smoking, more warnings unlist, more warnings to be added, suicidal thoughts, pass attempted suicide, failed suicide attempt,

Sebastian thought he merely caught the flu. Or at the very least a stomach bug. He had gone out for lunch only to return to his apartment running for the bathroom. The mess he made in there was enough to make morticians cry in their sleep. And to top it all off, he collapsed to the floor before he could even clean up the mess.

Jim almost burned down the building looking for him. He was unable to answer the phone for the second ring and Jim assumed the worst. The crazed man tore through his own home before rushing to Sebastian’s. When the phone went to voicemail once again that was when the gasoline was called in.

“ANSWER YOUR PHONE,” Jim had yelled through the halls, stomping in his new Oxfords before pulling the front door of its hinges. The place had been what Sebastian left it as, barely lived in. Yet there was no evidence of a struggle.

To this day, Sebastian didn’t know why Jim had entered his home. The criminal consultant was too prideful and spiteful to waste precious time ransacking his apartment for his body or some sign that he had left against his view. Maybe, Jim cared about him just a tad more than the rest. Sebastian was dying, he had the right to dream.

Jim had found him unconscious on the floor and instead of helping him to his feet, the man had just kicked his stomach in. The mess had been ignored once more. Sebastian didn’t respond, just subconsciously curled inward in a poor attempt to protect himself. “Get up, or else you’re FIRED!”

No response. Jim kept his cool. The apartment building had not been set on fire, just the first six floors soaked with lighter fluid. A phone call was made and Sebastian was sent to a hospital.

-----

It wasn’t all that bad in Sebastian’s opinion. He just saw it as a long vacation. One that Mortiarty rarely granted him. Sure, it was a pain being tied up to wires and machinery he didn’t have the slightest clue about, but it really wasn’t all that horrible.

There was a little brown teddy bear that Jim had begrudgingly got him from the downstairs gift shop. Sebastian had meant it as a joke, something to get Jim out of his hair so he could suffer alone for a moment. When Jim did return with the little guy with a green ribbon around his neck, Sebastian thought the world must have been ending. The criminal consultant with murder and bloodshed in his eyes tucked the bear next to Sebastian’s side and returned to is post. The fur was surprisingly soft against his stubble. And the ribbon was made from a cheap faux velvet that reminded him of those inner linings of overcoats.

Really, it wasn’t all pain and terror. He had Jim by his bedside.

“Good morning,” Sebastian greeted in a sore tone, his eyes shut but knowing that Jim was right next to him, sitting on his bed.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Jim replied in that sweet, caring, hiss of his.

“Did you try to get some sleep this time?” No reply. It was going to be one of these days. Moriarty had yet to rest since Sebastian had been admitted. They were unable to get one of the VIP, luxury rooms in case either Sherlock or Mycroft were monitoring the country’s hospitals. Jim had not been in a compromising mood, wanting the best of the best for whatever reason.

It was just a room.

The insane man had only conceded, if that was the right word, when Sebastian’s state had worsened. According to one of the nurses, Jim only relented when Sebastian weakly called out for help. Not that he remembered any of that. Calling out for help, especially for Moriarty’s assistance seemed uncharasteric of him. It must have been the poison talking.

Since then, Jim had barely left the room. Only if it were a life or death situation and even then he had people stationed in Sebastian’s room at all times. It was a little suffocating, but nice enough to have people who would actually engage in conversation with him.

“Did you have breakfast at the very least?” Sebastian tried again, prying his eyes open. Jim hadn’t stopped shaking either. He was almost always seen nowadays hunched over his phone, trembling where he sat. His fingers moving at light speed, his voice never softening. It was difficult to rest sometimes when there were random bursts of fury from the criminal consultant. But Moran had worked with the man long enough to ignore it as background noise.

“You know the easiest way to shut me up is to let me have a smoke.” Moriarty could change his motivation and intent at the drop of a hat. If he suddenly got bored playing sitting hen with Sebastian he could have him killed with a snap of his fingers. Pleading for a cigarette was not the dumbest thing Sebastian had done.

“I don’t like repeating myself. I told you to stop smoking,” Jim said in a warning, eyes never wavering from his phone screen.

“You also told me I’ll live and I doubt I’ll make it to next week,” he smirked, darkly. The teddy bear was proof that Jim knew the same. Though one of them had accepted the fact, the other was still delusional.

“The anti venom will be here soon. So shut up, or I’ll have you gagged,” Jim threatened, hand tightening over his phone.

“We both know that’s unrealistic,” Sebastian sighed. “It's unreasonable to think something that expensive will happen in a day. It takes time, boss.” Time that he did not have. He could barely feel his limbs as is. His legs had stopped responding yesterday and his hands were losing their nerves. He could just faintly feel the change of fabric between the blankets piled up on his body, but that was if he was trying. “This room is nice and all, but it would be nice if I could die at home.”

“I’ll kill their families if they don’t hurry up,” Jim snapped, body going still at the facts Sebastian had uttered. Because that was what they were, fact. A little vial of some anti venom wasn’t going to bring him back to life. “I’ll skin every SINGLE LAST ONE who did this to you!”

Sebastian let out a horse chuckle that shook his chest. Jim stopped his fluttering hands at that, straining to listen to what Sebastian had to say now. “I hope you have fun with that,” Moran’s lips tugged up into another smile. “Something to keep you occupied while you find a new sniper.”

“Because that was all I ever was to you, right?”

Jim stilled, ignoring Sebastian’s question.

“Do me a favor?” Sebastian tried a different approach. That peaked his interest enough for him to stop whatever he was doing on his phone. “Hold my hand? I don’t have much feeling left in it, I just want to know you’re there.” This was a long shot, but he’s done the impossible before. “I know physical contact isn’t your thing. But nine years without you can make anyone go insane.”

Not expecting anything to come of it, he sunk back into the comforter. Jim was very insistent that he at least had a soft and sturdy bed. The pillows were goosefeathers and the blankets were velvet. His bear with the green ribbon was very comfortable.

Jim did not face him, he set his hand over Sebastian’s. He squeezed his hand in a vice like grip, just enough so Sebastian could feel it. “I order you to stay.”

Moran sighed at that, rolling his tired eyes, “You know I don’t have any control over that.” He rested his chin on the bear. Before he dies, he should come up with a name for the little guy. It was the least he could do. “But I know damn well I don’t want to die here.”

“Where.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, not expecting Jim to fold so quickly. “Glasgow,” he replied with a cough.

-----

The car ride was wonderful. Sebastian suddenly missed his bed and mountain of blankets the moment he was maneuvered into the back seat. Instead of getting in the passenger seat, to everyone’s surprise, Jim sat next to Sebastian. His hand never left Moran’s.

“Stay awake,” Jim commanded, sternly, digging his blunt nails into Sebastian’s skin as if he could feel the pinpricks of pain.

“Don’t want to,” Sebastian articulated, laying his head back on the rest. He had left his bear friend back in the hospital, asking the nurse to keep an eye on the little guy for him. That bear could have come in use, a much better pillow than the cold window.

“If you don’t keep your eyes OPEN we’re going back to the hospital,” Jim yelled in his ear.

Sebastian opened one eye to glare at him. Jim looked worse than he did. His usually slicked back hair was sticking out evenly, his blazer had been discarded and his tie had been thrown onto the seat next to them. His stubble had grown out into an unkept beard, his dark eyes rimmed with red. Sebastian decided to have a little mercy on his boss. “Tell me a story.”

“I don’t do stories, Sebby,” Jim glared right back, urging the driver to hurry with a brief glance.

“Then tell me about your childhood.”

“You mean my lack thereof,” Jim made a clicking sound with his teeth. “What is there to say? That my parents loved me?” The two men burst into a fit of laughter that ended with Sebastian coughing until tears welled up in the corner of his eyes.

Jim stiffed next to him, a sign that the one thing that should not have an effect on him was making him act up. Emotion. Jim Moriarty was actually caring for someone. It terrified him and he did not scare easily. Jim had never been scared a day in his life. He watched Sebastian regain his composure, watching his every breath.

“Fair enough,” Sebastian gave one more moist cough, “Let’s go with something easier. Favorite color?”

Jim shook his head, “Too personal, Sebby. What next? The address?” He rested his head on Sebastian’s shoulder, sinking into the odd lukewarm warmth that lingered there. He could feel the rise and fall of Sebastian’s chest. “What do you want to know about it?”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Red,” Jim answered instantly.

“Too quick,” Sebastian smiled. “Nobody likes red. People just say they like red because everyone says they like red.” His breath seemed to hitch when Sebastian closed his eyes for a second too long. “What’s your real favorite color?”

“Why are you so insistent about this?” Jim asked honestly, curious for once about what kind of cogs turn around in Sebastian’s head.

Moran made an odd motion with his neck and shoulders in a mock of a shrug. He stifled a groan under his breath but Moriarty saw through it like glass. “Curiosity. I like to know what you think of things.”

Deciding to indulge him, Jim continued, “Red is overrated anyways.” Sebastian nodded softly in agreement. “And blue is too common to be my favorite. There is blue everywhere. Quite an eye sore if you ask me.” On que, he glanced out the window, watching as they were moving farther and farther away from the large buildings and wholeheartedly dull city.

“Green is a good moderate.”

“It is, but yellow on the other hand is just HORRIBLE,” Jim groaned, causing the driver to flinch. “Normal people might say red is their favorite because of the herd, but yellow? Yellow is for attention. They just want that poor sense of individuality. Nothing likes yellow. Nobody likes yellow. They’re just attention hungry whores.”

“Mine is yellow then,” Sebastian smirked, his eyes dull with sleep.

“You slut,” Jim said in a hushed shout, intimate in nature but rightfully harsh. He shook Sebastian’s side to make him stay awake, but the sniper seemed to be currently contemplating rather or not to leap from the vehicle. “Stay awake,” Jim ordered, digging his nails into Sebastian’s neck and collar. “What other useless information do you want to know?!”

“How long are you going to keep this up?”

-----

Sebastian’s childhood home was nothing impressive. It was a one story building with a little overhang that would be overgrown in the spring. His father would make him climb up there, rain or shine and pull the vines off the roof. He had fallen more times than he liked to admit. And each time, there was no one to comfort him or coo at him for such an injury. The young boy was just expected to shake it off and get back to work.

Suffice to say, Sebastian did not have the fondest memories of the home. It had burned down three or so years after he had left for the military. Burned down by accident or by one of his mother’s jealous lovers was still a topic being departed to this day.

So when Moriarty had his driver pull up to the lane, Sebastian had expected a little plot of land ashen gray from the smoke and rumble, the edges overgrown with grass as tall as his knees. He did not expect to see the house as it was. No burn marks, no caved in walls. There were even well tended flowers growing in the path. The place looked like it had never seen a fire to begin with.

“What did you do?” Sebastian sighed in a gravel voice.

“You wanted to die here, fine. But I was not going to stand in a little field of despair,” Jim explained with flair, pushing Sebastian’s wheelchair into the living room. It was just as Sebastian had remembered. The greenish gray couch that he used to dig coins out of, the fireplace that was never used. Jim even managed to recreate the desk that his father had gifted to his mother before things went downhill.

“When did you even find time for all of this?” Sebastian asked with a choked cough that he used to hide the tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

“I make do,” Jim explained vaguely, setting the trained killer down in the middle of the room. He stepped out for a moment to return with a flower from the path. “This is what normal people do, isn’t it? Give flowers to people who don’t give a horse's ass what happens when they’re dead? Give me rat’s poison for all I care. I’m dead.” Setting the flower down on Sebastian's lap, he stepped back like he hadn’t just poured his heart out to his sniper. In the only way that Jim knew how, that is.

“I put flowers at your grave,” Sebastian said remorsefully, with what could have been called spite. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You also put a cartilage of bullets in with the boutique,” Jim rolled his eyes, taking a step around the room. Everything had a light sheen of gasoline and lighter fluid soaked into the fabric. The smell was not as bad as Jim had originally assumed. Sebastian didn't even seem to notice.

“Well, I didn’t think you would be happy if I blew my own brains out over your headstone.”

Jim was livid at this statement but hid it well. So well, that Sebastian thought his boss was mad that he didn’t go through with it. “Maybe I should’ve kept a bullet, eh?” he laughed sadly, trying to keep his hurt hidden. He could play if off as a joke if Jim inquired further.

Sebastian looked so small in his wheelchair. He was draped with a thick blanket over his lap to keep his legs warm, his upper half was swadded in two different coats as well as three different shirts. All did nothing to hide his sunken eyes or sharp edges. His hands no longer moved, they were so thin compared to what they used to be. Everything about the sniper was like a horribly altered mirror of his past.

The anti venom would not make it in time.

As the silence grew on, Sebastian wished he could shift in his seat. He felt so exposed being scrutinized by Moriarty like he was now. Despite being on the other side of the room, Jim never took his eyes off of Sebastian. It looked like he was waiting for an apology. For what, Sebastian didn’t have the faintest clue.

He coughed loudly enough to get out of his own head, “Maybe two or three just to have made sure? Seeing as you came back unscaved and all with just the one.” Even he could admit that was a poor jest. Taking a deep breath, he leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling. The same as it had been, minus the cobwebs and bullet holes. “As last words go, mine are not the worst I’ve heard.”

“What was?”

“Something stupid about not fearing pain. Don’t remember much about the bastard who said it, though.”

“And do you?” Jim asked softly that if they weren’t the only two people in the small room, Sebastian might have missed it.

“Do I, what?” he feigned ignorance, glancing at Jim from the corner of his eye.

“Fear pain?”

“Used to,” Sebastian said honestly, feeling his eyes grow heavy. “But after a while, I got used to it. It was what came afterwards that always scared me.”

“What could scare you?”

“Raging, crying, acceptance.” It was Sebastian’s turn to glare right back at Jim. “A pool of blood but no body. An empty casket. The stillness of life like nothing had changed when everything had.” Sebastian wasn’t yelling and that was what shook Moriarty the most. He spoke in such a calm, measured tone. Jim’s own words used against him. “Waiting for something to happen like an abandoned dog.”

Sebastian tilted his head in a mock shrug. “I’m expendable, you weren’t.” He finally looked down onto his lip, counting the petals of the flower. “I didn’t think you were coming back…and accepting that fact….”

“Well, I’m HERE NOW!” Jim said in a loud cheer, throwing his arms up into the air. He looked more bizarre than he usually did. The lack of blazer and tie made him appear insane beyond any sort of control. “So stay and watch me make the world, MINE.”

Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the scene before him. All of it was just ridiculous. His inevitable death, the reconstruction of his childhood home, Jim’s hair without its slick, and his sudden joyful outburst. The consultant criminal knew exactly what to do to make his final moments better. Sebastian could not have asked for a better send off.

His laugh left his open maw and spilled into the space before him, taking up each and every corner it could get its hands on. It was deafening, like a roar that could shake the whole newly built building. Tears streamed down his face, collecting on his jaw and thick stubble from the pure hilarity. He was practically shaking with it.

Then nothing. Silence.

Sebastian’s head fell to the side and stayed there. His face was still contorted into a full on smile, but it was soft around the edges. Calm almost, finally content. Like his laugh had filled the room, the silence was suffocating. His whole body stilled like a statue. If Jim didn’t know any better, he could have passed off the sight of Sebastian’s corpse as the sniper merely sleeping.

But he knew. No matter how forcibly he screamed, no matter which puppet puppeteered, no matter what he did. That man’s eyes were not going to open and recognize him.

Jim didn’t fall to the floor. He was more civil than that. He walked the last few paces to Sebastian’s wheelchair and kneeled down. The sleeping man looked so tired the past few days. Sebastian deserved his rest, Jim could allow him this. Could allow himself to do this.

He rested his head on Sebastian’s lap, bringing his arms around to hug at his waist. Jim traced the exposed skin on Sebastian's stomach, running his cold hands over the scars. Some he put there himself, but most were from long before they knew each other. Moriarty had long removed the memories of the days without Sebastian from his mind.

And not? Now he could allow himself to cry. If only for a second, a hushed moment. Before the home will be set to flame, Jim let himself witness this aftermath.

[celosiaa]

maybe Sasha and Molly go back to Emma’s university room to collect her stuff, since they left in such a hurry the first time and Emma trusts them to get what she needs while she waits with Jon for Martin to wake up. Martin’s pretty out of it the first few times he comes around—doesn’t really take anything Jon or the doctors tell him in—and obviously Emma is too worried to focus on anything else (ok I’m gonna send the rest of this in another ask sorry I am RAMBLING) 💖

Oh my godddddd ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

(I didn’t mean for this to be a ficlet and now here we are huh)

Martin would be SO upset once he was with it enough to realize what was happening. Maybe he had drifted off again--and he’d been hallucinating a bit the last time he was awake, so Emma doesn’t expect him to respond to her--so she’s just sitting there cross-legged in the horrible hospital chair, scrolling through notes on her laptop without really seeing them.

When suddenly--a gasp, and a sudden movement from the bed.  Thinking he’s hallucinating again, Emma quickly closes her laptop to take his hand--but he has both eyes focused on her for the first time since they’ve gotten there, a hand clapped over his mouth.

“Dad? You with me?” she asks, loud enough to rouse Jon from where he had dozed off in his chair.

“Emma,” he says, voice stronger than she’s heard it in a while.  “Your exams!”

“Dad--don’t worry about that, please,” she laughs, scooting her chair closer to him, taking his hand from where he’s started to fiddle with his nasal cannula.  “And stop messing with that.  Ya mushkelji.” (troublemaker)

“Habibi,” Jon says lowly, moving closer to run gentle fingers through Martin’s hair.  “Hayati, are you with us?”

Eyes softening at once at the sound of his voice, Martin turns still-glassy eyes on his husband, leaning against the touch of his hand and letting his eyelids droop closed.

“I’m here,” he says, lips closing briefly around a still-damp, unsettling cough.  “Are you alright?”

With the first smile Emma has seen grace her Baba’s lips since they arrived, Jon tips his forehead against Martin’s, the warmth of it spreading through Emma’s heart like a sunflower in bloom.

“Of course we are,” he assures, pressing a kiss to Martin’s forehead, before returning his own to rest there.  “Now that you’re here.”

[konan720]

Nightmare

All the small child could do was stare up at the thing that was her friend. The nearly black spikes, the static and glitches, the fact he had nearly destroyed the entire city.

It was all to much. Everything was to much as the girl sat in her Friend's giant clawed hand, sobbing and trying to make herself as small as possible. The sound of sirens and shouting just had the girl sobbing harder, her friend letting out a demonic growl at the security forces under him.

" READY MEN!?" A man yelled, quickly followed by the sound of a loud click.

" READY, AIM!" her friend tried to move back, making the girl look up from her legs and look at the ground-

Strait into the barrel of a tank

" FIRE!"

A loud sound and bright light, her friend being flung backwards and her being tossed hundred of feets off the ground.

the ground came closer and closer, the darkness swarming her mind- "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Silver shot forward, her eyes snapping open. Tears rushed down her face as she clamp a hand over her mouth, attempting to silent the sobs that shock her form as she curled into a ball.

" Silver!" Puppetmon screamed, basically throwing the door open as he looked around her room for danger. When all he found was just her empty room, the digimon sent a confused glance at her.

Though, one look at her and it was clear what had happened.

"Nightmare?" He asked gently, hopping onto the bed to pat her back.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry I woke y-you up." Silver sobbed, her form still aggresivly shaking. Puppetmon shock his head and pulled the crying girl into a hug.

" Hey, it's okay! You had a bad dream, that's all." He hummed. " Everything is okay, I promise."

Silver tried to smile, but her sobbing made it impossible. The fact that she heard Sabrina call her name also made it difficult.

Watching as the girl came rushing in, it was clear that she had been crying recently too.

" What happen!? Are you okay!?" She question, voice clear with concern.

" She's fine! She just had a nightmare!" Puppetmon piped in. Sabrina paused for a moment, then let out a sigh.

" it must have been one heck of a nightmare then..." the dark haired girl looked around. " I need to good tell Meramon everything is okay, I'll be back in a bit!"

Silver sniffles and rubs her eyes, her breathing finally starting to get back to normal.

" ...um...How about we start packing things? I'm certain I can find you the cutest bag!" Puppetmon suggested, trying to bring back her smile.

Silver looked around, sighed and smiled at the smaller wooden digimon.

" Okay. Okay, let's do that!" Silver giggled, but paused when she heard a certain fire digimon calling out. " But first let's go make sure Meramon doesn't do anything he'll regret... "

" Probly a good idea." 

( What could of happened? How much is being kept secret, even by the one who holds them? Find out next time!)

( Pls give me another Shay) ( and your thoughts!, if you please!) - Silver 

@shaykai

(I like it! All sorts of heart touching drama happening now uwu) (Also- I’m assuming Keramon’s ultimate just got hit was a tank shell- that what I understood from the dream) -Konan720

[miraculousdoodle]

Here to have fun ?

Join the party .

[westallen4ever-love-blog]

A funny tale

        A funny tale                

Barry and iris finally , had a day together, just them. To them this was a very rare event. Between Joe always “Popping up” , Cisco calling about a meta human, Caitlin finding out some new problem, or even Barry and iris going to work, It seemed like they never had time.

“Barry, Can you please stop!”

“Okay, just let me …”

Barry and iris had been playing a game called TUG, they came up with this when they was kids. How the game works is that One person is blindfolded, and they sit in a chair, the other person is doing things , jumping, yawning anything, that persons in the chair has to guess it, except for them , that mean Barry was kissing her all over , and taking his clothes off.

“Barry, that tickles! My turn“  Iris took off her blind folds to find Barry in nothing but boxers .

“ Barry? Okay, you want to do this yeah ?”

Barry and iris had A LOT of fun, either by Kissing, dancing, watching movies, or whatever, THEY HAD FUN! The day was almost over. Barry and iris was cuddled up in bed taking a nap. Cisco, Joe, Caitlin, Wally, Wells, Jesse, and Linda was at the door. Linda knocked again. “ Why aren’t they answering?”

“Maybe they went out “Wally always wanted to be apart of the conversation yet he never felt invited.

Joe looked at his son, “ Son, if they went out I am sure they would’ve left all the lights on, iris always leaves the lights on, that’s just, her… but I thinks it very weird how all the lights are off, plus…Guys I have a key “

Joe unlocked the door.” Man, its dark, do you really think we should be in here?” Cisco pulled his phone out with the flashlight.

“Cisco, this is my home… relax“Joe tried to “Encourage him”

“Yeah, I am pretty sure that everything is fine” Caitlin added. All of a sudden they heard something fall.

Back upstairs “Barry, babe… Did you hear that? Oh my-gosh it think someone’s in the house!” Iris whispered. As soon as Barry heard that he jumped up .

“What? We need to go to the bathroom, if its… I hope its not a meta human, we need to call Cisco, lets hide in there until I know what I am up against. Barry and Iris ran in the bathroom, naked, and hid in the tub behind the curtains. “Iris, grab our phones!” Barry got in the tub, and soon pulled her in.”Call Cisco, Iris, he doesn’t have your number yet, and also block it, just in case…”

Back downstairs

“Oh my god, someone from a private number is calling me!” Joe thought he was lying until he saw his phone.

“Maybe their friendly “Jesse looked for agreement, and found none. “DUDE, have you ever watched scream, or I know what you did last summer, or any horror movies? Yeah, never ever pick up the phone!!! Everyone knows that!”

Barry started getting worried. “Why isn’t he picking up?” Iris started shaking. “I don’t know … I should try dad” “Hey, my phone is ringing off a private number …” “ If I was you , Mr. West I would Pick up the phone, because no idiot, like a cereal killer is going to call twice, Because if they do, then we can pick up the data from their location, track them down, and all fails for them, so Ramon, and West, please start picking up your phone. “ Wells walked in the kitchen with Cisco, Joe, and Linda.

“Hey, why are there chips half opened over here?”  Jesse yelled. Everyone turned to look. “ Ever  thought of checking up stairs ?” Wally  said.

“I hear them coming up the steps, grab a blanket! Hurry!” Barry ran and grabbed a blanket, and hid back inside the tub with iris. “I love you Barry “Slowly kissing him.” I love you too iris!” They kissed. And heard the door open .

Cisco:   “What’s behind the curtain?” Wally:   ”I don’t know” Wells:   ”I insist we look” Caitlin: “should we really look, I think I might have a ...” Barry: “ Oh god, were doomed “ Iris: “Barry, I am so … forget it  !”

They ripped the curtain . AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

“ WE CAN EXSPLAIN “ Barry and iris yelled .

“ That was a great prank, wait what are you two doing ?” Cisco turned his flashlight off.

“ What the Hell ? why are you naked in the bathtub ?” Joe yelled. Everyone else but Cisco stepped back .

“Iris-and I, -we, was taking a bath” Joe knew Barry was lying, because they clearly were adults and they clearly have body parts and they clearly are dating … now.

“ You know you ain’t taking a bath, the waters isn’t even running !” Joe got them , red handed. Barry and iris sat there in the tub. “ I think its time , we come out yeah ?” Iris started getting up when Barry pulled her back down, given the fact her dad was already mad at her, and she forgot she was naked, when he pulled her down she thought if was for a kiss, but he meant it to stop her from showing things, so she kissed him . “Iris, wait, not yet, Iris” Who could resist this, urge to be in love! Barry kissed her back; they kept it going until Joe literally broke them apart.

“STOP, THAT’S ENOUGH!” Cisco started laughing,  iris and Barry was so embarrassed. “Oops! Sorry!” Barry and iris said. “We need to come up with a name for you two!” Cisco thought, “Hmm, well you’re a west, and he is an Allen, and we already saw what those two ended up as, from a news paper so … WESTALLEN!”

“West-Allen?” Barry felt chills in his back.” OMG this is happing, we are meant to be together “ those were the only words running in his mind.

“Yeah I kinda like that, west Allen huh?” Iris smiled, everyone laughed.

“Well, once you get on some clothes we can go down stairs to have dinner!” Joe yelled.

Once everyone was downstairs. Barry thought to himself.

“Wait, why were they al here?”…

[murvinetaylor-blog]

Movin' in With Quagmire: Ch. 5 and 6

Ch. 5: Brian, come home

That next morning, at the Griffin's house, Peter put on make-up, fixed his Miley Cyrus haircut and then went to the door, only to be stopped by Lois.

"Where do you think you're going?" Lois asked firmly.

"I'm going to visit my fans," Peter explained.

"No you are not," Lois said, "because we, including you, are going to visit Brian and try to get him to come home."

"But why?" Peter wondered.

"Peter, Brian is the voice of reason," Lois explained, "Our family has fallen apart ever since he left. The kids have been fighting, you won't stop pretending to be Miley Cyrus, and I am going CRAZY!"

Soon, Chris, Meg, and Stewie rolled down the stairs beating each other up.

"See what I mean?" Lois added.

"Okay," Peter said, "But you're the one who refused to pay for Brian's medical expenses."

"Well," Lois said, "It was wrong of me, but it was also wrong of you to injure Brian, feel no remorse for it, and pretend to be Miley Cyrus."

The kids continued to fight until Lois shouted, "KIDS, STOP FIGHTING!" And all three settled down. Meg, Chris and Stewie, but mostly Meg, were all covered in bruises.

"Now," began Lois, "I have made a get well card for Brian. It is on the kitchen table and I need each and every one of you to sign it."

She then led everyone into the kitchen where a big card was standing upright on the table.

"I have written," Lois said and then began to read aloud, "Dear Brian, We hope you get well soon. Peter is sorry he hurt you and we are sorry we never helped you when you needed it. We hope that you will find it in your heart to forgive us, as we miss you very much. Things haven't been the same since you were gone and even though you are atheist, you are still in our thoughts and prayers. Love your family."

"Aww, that is so sweet Mom," said Meg and Peter replied with his usual

"Shut up, Meg."

"Actually," Chris began, "Meg's right. This card is sweet."

"I agree," Stewie said and then sighed, "I really miss Brian. He was my only friend and now all I have is my imaginary friend named Todd, but he isn't as good as Brian."

"What's wrong with Todd?" Chris wondered.

"Are you a dumbass? Todd is such a douche. He is constantly getting me in trouble," Stewie answered.

Stewie was sitting on the sofa, eating cookies, until Lois entered the room.

"Stewie, have you been stealing cookies from the cookie jar?" Lois asked.

"Why are you pinning the blame on me?" Stewie responded, "Todd did it."

"Stewie," Lois said, "I know it was you."

"It wasn't me," Stewie protested.

After everyone signed the card, Lois said to the kids, "Now let's go and visit Mr. Quagmire and Brian."

Peter then moaned, "But what about my fans?"

"That's too bad Peter," Lois pointed, "and after we visit, I will schedule an appointment with my hairdresser to have your hair changed back. Now go upstairs and wash off that makeup."

"But Lois," Peter started to say.

"Do it," Lois demanded.

After Peter removed the makeup, everyone went to Quagmire's house and rang the doorbell.

Quagmire answered and said, "Hey Peter, Lois, Meg, Chris and Stewie. What brings you all here?"

"Hey Glenn," Lois said, "We came by to bring Brian this get well card and to talk to him."

"Sure, come on in," Quagmire said, "He is in the living room."

The family entered the house and saw Brian, who was lying on the sofa bed.

"Hey Brian," Lois said, "How are you feeling?"

"Fine, until you got here," Brian said rather pissed.

"Brian don't be like that," Lois said, "We really miss you and we came here to give you a get well card and to ask you to please come back home."

"Why would I come home with you?" replied Brian, "After what you have done to me I never want to come back home."

Meg then said to Brian, "Brian the family has fallen apart without you and you are the only one in the family who cares about me."

"Yeah," Stewie said, "And you are my only friend."

Chris then said, "I agree. Please Brian."

Everyone, except Peter began to cry.

"We're really sorry," Lois choked.

"Well is that fat bastard Peter sorry?!" Brian began to raise his voice, "WELL IS HE?!"

Lois, who was still in tears, then said to her husband, "Peter, what do you have to say to Brian?"

Peter replied, "I am pissed off that Lois is going to schedule me an appointment to have my hair changed back."

"Peter," Lois said rather shocked, "I thought you two were friends. I can't believe you."

Peter then said, "Lois, I have learned to live without a dog. Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to visit my fans."

"Actually Peter," Quagmire said, "Your so called fans are at the real Miley's concert."

As he snapped his fingers, Peter said, "Damn."

"Peter," Quagmire said, "You are really not yourself. I mean you are still idiotic, but since when did you start to hate Brian?"

"He made fun of my hairdo," Peter said, "And since when did you start to care about Brian?"

"Wait," Quagmire said, "You don't care that Brian is hurt all because he insulted your haircut?"

"I also am upset by how he has an issue with you too," Peter said, "I have started to realized that."

"Peter," Quagmire said, "Me and Brian have made up and I must agree with Lois that the new you sucks."

"I agree," Meg chimed.

"Shut up, Meg," Peter said to her.

Brian then chimed in and said to Peter, "Actually Peter, Meg has a point. I'm surprised that she hasn't moved out like I did."

Lois then said as she petted Brian, "Brian, we will do anything to make it up to you."

Brian then said, "I don't know if you really mean it."

"Trust me, Brian," Lois said, and to both Quagmire and Brian she said, "We have to go home now, but you two take care."

After the family went back home, Lois picked up the phone and began to call the hair salon.

"Hello . . . Yes, I would like to schedule an appointment with my husband Peter . . . next Wednesday will work . . . Thank you . . . Bye."

"You better not have called that hairdresser," Peter said defensively.

"Too late," Lois said, 'Already did."

"You dick," Peter replied, "I will get you for this."

Ch. 6: Keeping his style

Throughout the week, Peter begged Lois to cancel the hair appointment but Lois responded with a "No."

"Please, Lois. Let me keep my hair like this," Peter begged.

"For the last fricken time," Lois said rather annoyed, "You are getting your hair changed back and that's final. So shut up and get used to it."

Peter then thought miserably, Whatever shall I do to keep my Miley Cyrus haircut. An idea then popped into his head. Wait I know.

So that Wednesday of Peter's hair appointment, Lois shouted to Peter, who was upstairs,

"PETER! IT'S TWO O' CLOCK. THAT MEANS IT'S TIME FOR YOUR HAIR APPOINTMENT! LET'S GET IN THE CAR!"

"BUT I'M NOT READY!" Peter shouted back.

Lois then said, "WHAT ELSE DO YOU HAVE TO DO?"

"I AM STILL TAKING MY SHOWER!" Peter shouted.

"WELL HURRY THE FRICK UP!" Lois said, "OR YOU WILL MISS YOUR APPOINTMENT!"

Thirty minutes later, Lois got tired of waiting for Peter. She thought, Ugh what is taking him so long? I better see what the holdup is.

She then marched up the stairs and went into the bedroom; no signe went to the bathroom, where Peter was hiding behind the curtain. When he saw Lois walk in, Peter let out a scream,

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"PETER, GET OUT OF THE SHOWER AND GET DRESSED!" Lois said furiously.

Peter replied, "But I don't have anything clean to wear."

Lois then responded, "I just did laundry yesterday. You should have plenty of clothes to wear."

"You don't believe me Lois. My closet and drawers are empty," Peter said.

Lois then said, "Let me see."

Peter then followed her to their bedroom. Lois saw the empty closet and drawers.

"Peter, what happened?" Lois asked.

"I don't know," Peter responded, "You may have to wash some clothes of mine."

Lois then said, "There's no time. Just find the least dirtiest thing that you have to wear, put it on and after the hair appointment we will wash some -" She then sniffed, in which was an unpleasant odor. "Peter, what is that smell?!"

"Oh yeah," Peter said, "It's coming from the hamper."

Lois then walked to the hamper to find all of Peter's clothes, in which they were covered in poop.

"Peter, you crapped on your clothes?!" Lois said rather shocked.

Peter responded, "The toilet wasn't working."

Lois then did a facepalm, "Dear lord, Peter. What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Shit," Peter answered, "That's what's gotten into me. A whole lot of shit."

"Evidently," Lois responded, "Ugh, I better cancel the appointment."

"YAY!" Peter exclaimed, "THAT MEANS I GET TO KEEP MY MILEY CYRUS HAIRCUT!"

Lois then tried to say, "Um Peter-" but Peter just ran downstairs with excitement singing,

"I GET TO KEEP MY MILEY CUT! I GET TO KEEP MY MILEY CUT! WOOOO! HOOOOO!"

Meg then walked in the same room as Peter was in and said, "Um Dad, why the hell are you naked, again?"

"Shut up, Meg," Peter said, "I am trying to celebrate the fact that your mom canceled my hair appointment."

He then did a cartwheel, only to bump his head on the wall.

"OW! DAMN IT! That really hurt like hell. Anyway," he said. Getting up, he then sang, "I GET TO KEEP MY MILEY CUT!"

Peter then went to Meg's newly repaired room. Before hand, the hole in the house finally got fixed.

Peter grabbed some clothes from her closet, and squeezed into them.

Just as Meg entered and saw her dad, she said, "Dad, what are you doing in my room, putting on my clothes?"

"Now Meg," Peter began, "Sharing is caring. Did you not remember that? We are family and families share."

"But Dad, you are wearing my clothes," Meg pointed.

"Shut up, Meg," Peter responded, "I'm going out and all of my clothes have crap on them, so I am wearing your clothes. Deal with it!" As soon as Peter was dressed, he left Meg's room and went out.