#I've decided none of them have ever seen a baby before

[dooblebrain]

my new hobby is drawing cursed Joshuas (featuring the science team)

[forfucksakesniall]

Protective Daddy

Pairing: Dad!Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: Lewis and his partner decide to reveal their pregnancy to the world.

Word count: 889

After Lewis announced your pregnancy on Instagram, everyone's questions and assumptions have been answered.

A picture of your ultrasound and your belly with his face squished next to it.

Lewis is known for his private lifestyle, but he has recently felt the need to address rumors and accusations that have been circulating about him. Speculation has arisen regarding his involvement with certain models and allegations of cheating, including taking them back to hotels, among other things. However, none of these rumors are true, and Lewis felt it was time to clear the air.

On the other side of all that nonsense, you and Lewis have been together for a while now, five years to be exact. He has done some pretty good work on keeping things on the down-low. People knew who you were, but not enough to make too much noise. They knew you guys were dating; you've been seen in a few of the races and even outside the tracks.

But in these few months, people noticed your absence in some of them, and that's how the rumors started bubbling.

Lewis was seen with some people on and off the tracks due to mutual friends, but this caught the attention of paparazzi and gossip sites. As a result, people are slowly assuming that you either broke up or he was cheating.

During all the commotion, you were in Monaco, living the life in Lewis’ apartment. You were laying down on the bed, enjoying your pregnancy cravings.

However, after one too many instances of sneaking your hands into the cookie jar, Lewis caught you red-handed.

“Lew, can I please have one more cookie?” you asked with wide, begging eyes.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" he replied, taking the jar off the nightstand. You, already on edge from your hormones, did the only logical thing and start pouting.

"But..." your voice trailed off.

As you looked up at him then down at your belly, Lewis sighed, "Fine..."

“I love you, Lewis,” you said.

With a small hint of amusement in his voice, Lewis replied, "Are you just saying that because you want the cookies back?"

"No," you answered.

"Then what, my love?" he teases you. "Because if you don't have a good reason, I'm taking this back." while he holds the jar hostage.

"Because.... you.. are... such a good daddy to our baby for giving his mommy what she needs," you replied.

Lewis unable to hide the smile from spreading across his face.

"I'm the best daddy that our little one could have ever asked for," he agreed, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your cheek.

"So, what about that cookie now?" you asked.

"Hmm..." Lewis hummed in thought, his lips pursing as he pondered his answer.

"You know, maybe one more cookie wouldn't be so bad for mummy," he eventually conceded.

"Of course not," you replied happily.

While you enjoy your last cookie for today, Lewis is on his phone, and his face is obviously distraught.

"What is it?" you ask.

Still not looking at you, Lewis replies, "What is what?"

He seems annoyed whatever was on his phone and is waiting for you to elaborate.

"I know that look. What's wrong?" you ask.

With a sigh, Lewis finally looks over at you and runs a hand at the back of his neck. He pauses before answering.

"I've been reading these... rumors. People have been saying that I'm seen with other women and that we aren't together anymore."

"Well... were you with other women?" you ask.

With a sigh, Lewis leans back against the bed, crossing his arms across his chest. He seems to ponder your question before replying.

"No, I haven't been with other women."

After a moment, he continues, "At least... not in a physical sense. There have been some... conversations with other women, but nothing that should be considered cheating."

"Hmm," you say, curious.

After a few moments of silence, Lewis finally speaks to you again.

"Do you believe them?"

You smile at him. "Of course not. I think it's just that people don't know about my pregnancy, so now they're making up some weird rumors."

Lewis nods slowly, his expression softening as you reassure him.

"Good, my love," he says, using the affectionate term. "Let them talk. They don't know the truth."

Lewis then moves closer to you and wraps his arm around you.

"You and I... we know what is really happening."

"Yeah... but it bothers you," you say.

Lewis is quiet for a moment, then replies, "Of course it does."

He sighs and pulls you a bit closer to his larger frame.

"I may not show it, but I care very much about you, and what people say about us matters to me."

"I know, babe," you say, cradling his face and leaning in for a kiss.

Lewis smiles slightly and gently responds to your kiss, wrapping his hands around your waist.

He pulls you into his embrace, his lips gently pressing against yours while one of his hands rests on your stomach.

Lewis pauses for a moment as though contemplating something.

"I think we should tell everyone that you are pregnant with our child," he says softly.

He seems to be thinking about the consequences of such a public reveal.

"It's a big step, but it would stop the rumors in their tracks..."

"Are you sure?" you ask.

"I want it to be official. Not just between us, but for everyone else to know as well," he says.

Lewis's arms tighten around you.

"You are carrying my child, and I want the world to know," he whispers.

"Okay then," you say.

"Let's go tell the world about our little one," he says sweetly.

With one last kiss, Lewis pulls back and smiles at you.

[shadow4-1]

Your hubby let u sleep with his friends ??? okkk girll i see you living the life we all want too (share ur secrets😣)

Oops I forgot I said that. Well...yes it's true. I've slept with a handful of my husband's friends (all of it was talked about beforehand, planned out, etc.)

Both my husband and I are bisexual. All of his friends he's had for years - since they were babies pretty much. They're all exceptionally close and they've experimented a lot together before I ever even came into the picture.

Besides my husband, none of them have girlfriends or wives (they're all in their late 20s now). I used to think it was a red flag but now I just realize they're all just tied to each other and fulfil their emotional needs that way. In fact, two of them are identical twins. They were suspicious when they met me at first (but after I witnessed a couple of them kissing my husband, let's just say they quickly came to realize I was definitely the girl for him).

(This picture is almost 10 years old. That's my husband in the blue jacket with half his friend group. We went out to a club, so all of us were piss drunk in the back of that taxi.)

Now, I'm not going to generalize Scottish men/people. I'm just going to give ya'll a rundown on what I've learned/observed over my multiple trips to Scotland. I've noticed that they tend to -

- Be chivalrous. Not a single guy I met (husband or otherwise) was rude or didn't use his manners the whole time I was there. And if they were amongst friends they had no issue with calling each other out for their bad behavior. Now that, that was nice to see. (So, yes, Soap's definitely has his manners and knows how to follow decorum well.)

- Be loud. Almost every man I met was boisterous and bright. Even the quiet ones (once I got them to talk) were animated. The culture over there is different than America (where I'm from), everyone seems to know everyone. So no one is seemingly scared of "strangers", they're usually pretty curious. (So, yes, Soap's talkative and interesting personality checks out.)

- Fight. Now, this one is because I spent a lot of time in bars. Again, unlike America, it's different. They don't carry guns (maybe a knife but even that's not the norm). Usually it's just a lot of posturing, yelling, and intimidation. But, if they actually decide to swing, usually the crowd will break it up and/or throw them outside. Fighting over there is kind of seen as a necessary evil. (So, yes, when they say Soap is a bit of a hot head and hops into fights I can definitely confirm it.)

- Welcome with open arms. I'm a plus size POC and most of the people you'll find in Scotland are Caucasian. You'd think there'd be some friction between me and the locals, but no. Not once was I ever treated unfairly by anyone. In fact, people loved to chat with me. I spent a lot of my time talking with strangers. (So, yes, Soap not batting an eye at Ghost and his ridiculous get up is on brand. He cares much more about getting to know the person underneath.)

I could go on. Maybe one day I'll be able to live my retirement years in Scotland. It's beautiful and green and walkable. Also they have Irn Bru, Jammie Dodgers, and my absolute favorite - Bairns Sausage Rolls. I'd immigrate just for those haha!

So yeah, I know a think or two, and Soap is a pretty great Scottish representation in my opinion. My husband is indifferent to him but maybe it's because he seems the similarities haha. If you want to hear more about my trysts I have no problem sharing! I've seen a lot and done alot in my short time here on Earth and trust me when I say I'm not stopping anytime soon! 😂

[urrockstar-xe]

six months - j.m x gn!reader

posted april 10th, 2023 11:31 pm

i've been on hiatus for quite some time now, and my birthday was a few days ago and that inspired some writing. I finally fell down the jj maybank rabbit hole and decided to test this out, lmk if you enjoyed xx - xe

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You didn’t think anything of it when you made it to John B’s and was greeted by JJ with nothing more than a hey and a quick kiss on the cheek. 5 minutes afterward though, when JJ followed John B out to the pogue, Kie sat by you on the couch.

“Isn’t today your anniversary?” She asked, pulling her knees to her chest. 

“Yeah, six months, why?” You watched as Pope got up and went to go catch up with the boys. 

“Are you guys doing anything for it? To be honest, I didn’t think JJ could last in a relationship this long” Kie jokes, nudging you a little while you laughed.

“No, I don’t think so, I mean, I didn’t plan anything. I don’t know I guess it just flew by so fast it doesn’t feel like its been that long you know?”

And besides, you always thought that six months isn’t even that impressive. Not for you and JJ anyway, he was already your best friend before you got together, now it just felt like he was your best friend who got kissing privileges. 

“Do you think JJ is planning anything?” you shrugged in response. 

It didn’t seem very JJ to do something for an anniversary 

But just maybe a little part of you hoped he had. Or that he’d at least mention it sometime tonight.

Kie stood up, making a comment on how long it was taking the boys to come back just as the three of them came into sight. 

“Hey, what took you guys so long-” you were cut off by John B.

“We have to go get some supplies to clean the pogue,” You gave him a confused look before responding, “Clean the pogue? I don’t even think I’ve seen you hose it down before.” 

Pope piped up, “It’s filthy, here take this rag and go start wiping down the outside,” he tossed you a grease-covered green rag as John B grabbed his key and signaled for Kie and Pope to follow him.

You saw Kiara nod at JJ before she smiled at you and followed the two boys as they rushed to the old van. 

“The fuck’s that about?” You asked, standing up and making your way to your boyfriend.

“No idea but it looks like we got stuck with the outside job,” You looked at JJ, even more confused than before.

“What? You’re actually gonna listen to them?” 

“The pogue is practically our safe haven, good to treat her nice by keepin’ her clean.” You scoffed in response, giving JJ a lighthearted glare before he laughed. “C’mon,”

Reluctantly, you followed him to the pogue, playing with the dirty rag in your hand as you walked, occasionally hitting his shoulder and laughing at how he’d tried to grab it from you.

As the boat you spent so much time on came into view, you noticed it looked completely different. 

“What the hell?” JJ smiled in response before turning to face you and opening his arms in a “Ta-da!” form.

Inside the pogue was an old picnic blanket from John B’s porch, Kie’s cooler, and some fake candles scattered around the boat. 

You pouted, looking back at JJ to see him still smiling proudly. “Happy anniversary, mama” 

“Did you guys just do this?” You asked, staring in awh of the setup.

“Yeah, you like it?” “course, I do, I didn’t think you’d want to do something like this,” JJ furrowed his brows at you before throwing his arm around your shoulders.

“Seriously? I’ve been spoken for, for 6 whole months, that’s a new record for me” You laughed in response before asking, “What’s in that cooler?” 

Once again that ever so proud smile returned to his pretty face before he happily told you he and Kie made sandwiches and John B stuffed the cooler with beer. 

“So it’ll be just us, on the pogue, all night?” you asked, stepping inside the boat and watching as JJ copied your actions. 

“All night, baby.”

[ar3s-r4t-qu33n]

Idfc if he's real or not, he's still worse written than Eddie. Also the problem is in his fans that are making him no guilty, innocent baby and always refering that Coyle/Eddie/Everybody else im outlast are the same. And if you think it'll work, try to compare Walker (with PTSD after war) with Franco (who is just a sicko). Anyway Barbi's simps are way more agressive than any other fans when you say something bad, what's a fact, about a grown ass man. I feel like those people are just little kids who are getting upset after school and shouldn't play the game ;) When I see all those comments with "He'S mY PoOkIE" I'm getting sick... Ya'll should get a brain

Guys look!! I got one!!

You don't deserve a response, because if you were old enough to be playing Outlast, you would be able to figure out that shaming people for (checks notes) liking a fictional character in a horror series? Is plain stupid.

It would also serve you well to maybe do some spell check before you come into my asks like this. I'd take you more seriously if you maybe drafted this one more time, but here we go:

First of all, you don't know me. You can check out my like, five posts and see that only two of em are Franco related and none of them baby him. In fact, I don't think I've seen a post yet by anyone who says "Franco is a sweet, innocent baby who did no wrong" because... That's the point. He's interesting BECAUSE he's done shit wrong. We are playing Outlast. Everyone is complex and awful and interesting. Just because not every post is marked with a little footnote that says "oh by the way everyone, Franco is a bad, bad man 🥺 I don't support his actions, I'm not a Franco defender, I just wanted to draw him being silly 🥺" doesn't mean we're all out here claiming he's a saint. The fact that he's a fucked up lil guy is why we like him. I feel like that's a given with all Outlast characters? But that's just me after being a fan of this franchise for years now, idk, being able to step back and analyse a community to see what they enjoy about something is quite a fun and easy task, I recommend giving it a try instead of coming into "loser nobody who has been on Tumblr for like a week's" asks to complain to me like I can put all the Franco fans in the corner until they learn to interpret characters the way you have decided is objectively correct.

But even if they are "babying" him and apparently ignoring that this is the Outlast series and Franco is a character from Outlast... Oh no! What horror! Someone is misinterpreting a VIDEO GAME CHARACTER what a terrible and unique crime!

Franco "just a sicko" Barbi was abused and neglected by his father, his mother was murdered, and he only ever received affection after he killed someone. But yeah, he was just born fucked up whereas every other Outlast character earned their trauma and the right to kill the player. What a senseless and just untrue take and I'm sure you know that, you just want to complain because that's all you people like to do. You want to feel morally superior over someone because you don't understand why they feel the way they do instead of just moving on and ignoring them like any other sensible adult would. Because who's actually getting hurt if some people think Franco is their lil Pookie? Is it you? Does it cause you psychic damage? Because last I checked, this is the internet. We are responsible for ourselves, so unless somebody is actually hurting anyone...

Block the Franco tag. You are brave enough to type out this whole message to a stranger online and act morally superior because comparing which video game character deserves the right to kill you is THE most mature thing in the world, so you're definitely brave enough to block the tag and move on.

You are responsible for what you see online, but ESPECIALLY on Tumblr, it is so so easy to hide content you don't want to see, and mind your own business. Quite frankly, I don't care if I come across as aggressive here. You came into my asks about a tag/fandom you clearly aren't in trying to act like you're better than the rest of us. That's pretty damn aggressive, wouldn't you say?

This is Outlast. A game about fucked up guys doing fucked up shit, and we love them for it. If that is too much for you, if the mommy issues gangster is too crazy for you but Eddie and Trager and Knoth and Coyle are completely fine, no questions asked? I don't think this series is for you. Sexual horror is a staple of Outlast. Childhood trauma is a staple of Outlast. You can't be shocked when people respond to a new character in a video game they like.

YOU are not better than me because you like Chris Walker and I like Franco Barbi. I can't believe you need to be told this, we are all in the same uncomfortable freakshow cesspit that is The Outlast Fandom, no one is morally good. No one is better than anyone else. You cannot claim moral superiority over any character because at the end of the day, I can point to Wernicke and say with my full chest that he is objectively the worst because he's a literal nazi, and what then? Are you going to tell me that Franco is worse than a nazi? The debate is over, in the list of "who is the worst of these awful people", Wernicke wins hands DOWN. The point is null because EVERYONE SUCKS HERE!!! THAT'S THE POINT!!!!

Is that enough for you? Or are you gonna keep harassing people through your alts or getting your friends to do it? I can go alllllll day, baby, you ain't making me feel bad about my interests in the O U T L A S T fandom, dear GOD, this is ridiculous. Don't fucking condescend me, telling me to "get a brain" you don't KNOW ME, I am a stranger to you, why do you feel comfortable coming onto my blog harassing me about a video game character? That's not a good look for you and now it is immortalised here. Anonymous or not, you still did this. Whoever you are, you typed that out and sent it to a random person you do not know and felt comfortable enough to do so.

That's weird.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.187 Passing the keys

That night, I went back to the rental website to fill the vacancy because it didn't make sense to wait. The house had been sitting all this time, waiting to generate income for us, and it was past time I did something about it. I decided to rent to the older gentlemen, but his application was no longer available. I was kind of bummed because I had already formed a picture in my mind of what he would be like based on the information he shared on the application, and now I'd have to start over. The plus side is that I found a young family like I originally wanted, so I accepted their application right away. In the morning, I got a notification saying they had moved in already, so I went over there after breakfast to introduce myself and get to know them. The application stated they were a married couple with twin infants. The house wasn't exactly setup for two babies, but they can make it work.

As I approached the door, I overheard them arguing, and my whole body tensed up. They reminded me of Mama's friends, who stayed with us and argued literally day and night. I hope to the Watcher these two are not like that. I pressed my ear to the door to see if I could get an idea of what the issue was. It turns out the woman was flustered because she saw a lost dog who needed help but ignored it. She felt guilty about it and wanted to go back and find the dog, but the husband didn't get it. He was very dismissive and said dogs get lost all the time and it was none of her business if someone can't keep track of their animal. Oh boy. This better not be a bad omen. I knocked, hoping to interrupt him berating her, and they let me in. Owen and Jilliana Sage are their names. Owen works at a store and seemed to have a good sense of humor, so maybe he's not so bad. Jilliana is more serious and super smart. She works at the space center, but I don't remember what she said she does there.

She tried to introduce me to the babies, Xavier and Zahava, but they both started screaming because Owen had the TV way too loud. Xavier calmed down enough to let me hold him, though. He was so tiny and made me miss Desiree at that age. I didn't intend to spend the day with them, and they clearly had things to do, so I told them to call me if they needed anything and made my exit.

I had to pass by Chi Chi's house on the way back home, so I stopped by to tell her we were moving to Gibbs Gardens soon. She was bummed about not being around the corner from us anymore, but relieved we weren't leaving the city. Behind her eyes, however, there seemed to be more than just disappointment at losing her favorite neighbor. I asked if something was wrong, and in Chi Chi-like fashion, I got way more than I bargained for.

As she began this tale, my initial reaction was to beat myself up again about not being a good friend because the details of her story started a while ago. But I stopped those thoughts before my brain ran away with them. We all have super busy lives. No one has time to be involved at such a granular level anymore, and no one is expecting us to know everything. I am a good friend, and I don't have to know every detail to prove it. Come to think about it, my friends—minus Dub—know less about me than I know about them. Needless, I'm done with stressing myself about this.

Chi Chi's woes began with her birthday a few weeks back. Like many women her age (especially when they are as fine as she is), she didn't handle the adult birthday well. Of course, she knew her body would change, but like me, seeing it hit differently. Between that and the little lines creeping from the corners of her eyes and across her forehead, she's feeling frumpy. I almost laughed. She is still one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Frumpy where?? She would turn heads wearing a paper bag. I bet she could gain 300 pounds, shave off her hair, and still have a trail of thirsty men following her everywhere. Still, if the aging stuff was the only thing she had to deal with, she would be fine in time. The problem is all her other worries reinforce the aging issues, and she is struggling. The short version of the story is her life has not turned out how she imagined. She once told me she wanted to remarry and have more kids, but all the dates she's been on led nowhere. Now, as an adult, she's thinking about giving up on that dream, especially when she's about to be a grandmother! Karmine, her daughter, is grown grown now. She moved her boyfriend into the house without even discussing it. Then, she got pregnant and moved out, so Chi Chi is all alone in the house with nothing but these crushing thoughts to keep her company, and she's not doing that great.

I had no idea if it would help, but I decided to share my midlife crisis story. It felt wrong at first because I never told Sophia I was struggling, but if Chi Chi can walk away feeling better, the discomfort will be worth it. Even though her story is different, I identified with everything she said because I realized life rarely turns out exactly how we plan. The reason is because we never factor in trouble or change. Our plans are always perfect and positive. When change and trouble comes, we feel out of control, like our world is falling apart. But the world isn't falling apart. It's the same as it always was. We just haven't taken off our rose-colored glasses yet.

I told Chi Chi everything would be okay, and she should look at it from a positive perspective. Because she's not starting a new family, and is an empty nester, she's got so much extra time to do all those bucket list things she's been looking forward to. And since she won't have any young children to raise, she has time to time to be super grandma and help her daughter through those oh so difficult first two stages. She's still really young and can reinvent herself if she wanted. And when love finally finds her again, and I believe it will, it will be all about them with no one else coming between them. They'll grow old together and be annoyingly in love.

Like I said, I have no clue if my little pep talk helped, but at least I left her smiling. Kinda like grieving, she'll find her way to accepting her new normal, and when she does, she'll appreciate the picture I painted for her.

[kieraspsychonautssideblog]

Why Hollis Forsythe is a Deeper Character Than You Realize

So ya'll seem to like my essay on why Loboto's Labyrinth is a good tutorial level for Psychonauts 2. I've wanted to write an essay on the rest of the cast as well, so I decided to start with the second character we head into the mind of: Hollis Forsythe.

We are first introduced to Hollis when she comes to greet the cast after they land at the Motherlobe. I have played this game with my friends and my step-dad, and both parties initially believed Hollis was the mole due to her saying she didn't hear the crew's call for help and her initial dismissal at the idea of a mole being in the Psychonauts.

She is shown to be strict, serious, and maybe has a bit of an ego due to her preference for "Second Head" instead of Lesser Head, and with how she conducts herself after the casino mission. She isn't exactly soft towards interns, particularly Raz, and she can easily be seen as intimidating.

I do think it's rather odd that she would put a psychic intern under the mentorship of a non-psychic employee, but think of the situation she has been put in.

Truman is out of commission, and she has to keep the whole place running, and a mole is possibly running around about to bring back the biggest threat to the Psychonauts ever, their budget is getting tight, and a new intern has plopped into her lap.

I am choosing to believe that Hollis put Raz under the mentorship of Nick Johnsmith as a temporary thing, and would have given him a proper mentor afterward (given that none of the interns are mentoring under Sasha, I believe that Hollis would have given Raz to Sasha if things went differently.)

However, after she gives your mentor, you can ask her about her diploma, and she mentions being an intern at the Neurological Hospital for one year before joining the Psychonauts.

We learn in Hollis's mind that the reason she left was because while she was interning there, she came up with a new method that could save lives, but Dr. Potts had stolen her work and claimed all the credit. Appallled at this, Hollis used Mental Connection to try and mess with Dr. Potts, but ended up breaking him and they had to call in the Psychonauts to help. Truman gave her the position after this.

It is interesting that this hospital internship seems to be so central to Hollis as a character given that it was only for one year. However, it does seem to have affected her character greatly. She is immensely worried about the safety of the children she mentors, after all, and there are several figments of people being hurt or being cared for in both of her minds. Hollis's Classroom, while important to establish Hollis, is not where Hollis's character shines.

That will have to be Hollis's Hot Streak.

In Hollis's Hot Streak, we go through the Pharmacy, the Maternity Ward, and Cardiology to get three gazillion dollars to enter the High Rollers lounge and fight the Lady Luctopus. In each of these areas, we get a good insight into Hollis's thought process.

Side note: the fact that the hub area is a six-sided DIE in the MORGUE...

This game and its pun.

Anyway, in the Maternity Ward, we see that Hollis actually has a very cynical view of babies and those who want them. Most obvious is the rich couple who only want a baby for their own gain. The fact that there's some emotional baggage only accessible through dark thoughts is also something to think about. In this area, when we go to the backroom, we hear Hollis say "Well, of course, the whole system is rigged! But I mean, I'm just one person! What could I do about it?" which reads very heavily like learned helplessness almost. Given that, if you go talk to Hollis in the Motherlobe after your family arrives, she mentions that "all families are terrible", it does imply Hollis might not have a good relationship with her family.

In the Pharmacy, the entire point is to fix the Pillinko Machine so you can win. With Hollis's heart in the wrong place, it's up to us to try and make better connections in order to get to the backrooms. When we're there, Hollis says "Swallowing your feelings sounds bad, but really, who wants to hear about those ugly things anyway?" She's clearly had to repress these emotions for a while.

In Cardiology, you bet on suits of cards in race. However, Hearts has a broken leg. Although Hearts is told to stay off the leg by their doctor, their doctor is also their boss, and if they miss another race, they'll be fired. They are being exploited. Makes me wonder if that's how Hollis felt when Dr. Potts stole her work. In the backrooms, Hollis says "Different race, same runner. I can do this on my own, I don't need anybody's help, I CAN'T need anybody's help." Hollis clearly feels overworked and stressed about the situation but feels as though she cannot ask for help from those around her.

There's still a lot about Hollis's mind that interests me. The mental barriers you have to shoot through blocking your way, the religious imagery that's also in her mind, etc. But overall, I think Hollis is a much deeper character than we're lead to believe, as she doesn't get to do much after the Casino mission. But still, Hollis is really interesting to analyze.

EDIT: I AM COMPLETELY DUMB AND FORGOT TO MENTION: The fact that Hollis associates being a doctor with gambling is also really interesting. Yes this is because of Raz's actions, but the several ways she associates the two is fascinating. You have to wonder how many patients Hollis might have seen die in her time as an intern.

[jebewonmorelike]

I Wanna Stay With You

wc: 1,000 pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: being captured; not really angst, just fluff summary: lee jeonghyeon is mesmerized when he sees fairy!reader wandering the floral summer meadows one afternoon; fantasy au ~bp masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ This one came to me very fast; it's a little short but it's so magicallll :) I used the rap lyrics that Jeonghyeon wrote for Over Me in this as well, they're marked in blue. They're so beautiful... I think they might be the best lyrics in the song lmao, go off king

Lee Jeonghyeon had never meant for this to happen.

He hadn't even believed that beings like you exist before this afternoon. Downtrodden after yet another one of his compositions was rejected by the court's royal orchestra, he decided to take a walk to muster up inspiration for a better song. Roaming through the flowering meadows on a bright summer's day, Jeonghyeon thought his eyes had deceived him when he saw the most exquisite winged creature tending to the blossoms in the field before him.

You carried a wooden basket, picking the prettiest of flowers and tucking them away. Every so often, you'd find one you admired most of all and fashion it behind your ear lithely. An ethereal, golden glow visibly emanated off of your skin.

No matter how many times Jeonghyeon blinked or rubbed his eyes, the transfixing beauty remained in front of his gawking figure. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he stepped quietly toward you as your iridescent wings fluttered gently in the soft wind.

"Sneaking up on me?" You asked the handsome boy without turning around.

You heard him gasp lightly. "I'm sorry. What--... What are you?"

You tucked a baby's breath that had bloomed just perfectly behind your ear as you turned around to face him, smiling knowingly. "What are you?"

"I--... I--..." The young man struggled to find words. "... I'm Jeonghyeon."

You giggled at the cute, simple human before you. "What's a Jeonghyeon?"

"It's my name," he clarified timidly, ears turning crimson.

You nodded, considering it. "Jeonghyeon... How pretty."

"Thank you," he replied, biting his lip nervously. "Will you tell me what you are now?"

You turned back around to the flowers, touching the wild lavender fondly. "What do you think I am?"

"An angel," he answered quickly. "Something entirely divine."

You laughed lightly at the mortal's words. "You humans are so funny," you cooed, picking the prettiest blossom of lavender. Turning back to the boy, you stepped towards him gently and tucked the lavender behind his ear. "Do these look like angel wings?"

Jeonghyeon's eyes lit up as you fluttered your shimmering, translucent wings for him. "I don't know. I've never met an angel before."

"And you never will," you replied with a smile, running a finger gracefully along one side of his sharp jawline.

His lips parted slightly in awe. "You're the loveliest thing I've ever seen."

You nodded, laughing the mortal's affections off. "This is not the first time I've been told."

He shakes his head fiercely. "You don't understand. What once was small, my heart is bigger-- now that my eyes have seen you, I can't see the future without your image," he pleads, words flowing out in perfect poetry as he sinks to his knees. "From this moment on, I paint in the paint that is you."

It takes more effort than you imagined to keep a straight face. This Jeonghyeon spoke so beautifully-- so sincerely, in a way a mere human never had before. They usually just stared at you or tried to kiss you or, even worse, cause harm to you. Unsure of how to react to these vows, you shrunk down to your normal size and started to fly away from the stunned boy.

But you felt the emotion in the air change, panic radiating off of Jeonghyeon as he reached his hand into the air after you. Enclosing you so gently in his palm, he clasped his hands together to securely entrap you in his grasp-- leaving a small gap in his fingers for adequate air to pass through.

No, Lee Jeonghyeon had never meant for this to happen...

And yet here you are: locked in a delicately woven cage, a piece of red ribbon tied loosely around both wrists.

"Are you alright?" Jeonghyeon asks, eyes wide with concern as he studies you.

You nod carefully, the red ribbon twirling delicately with the breeze flowing through the open window behind you.

"I didn't hurt you? Please, say I didn't hurt you," he panics. You shake your head softly in reply.

"Thank goodness," he says, running a hand through his hair with a rather stressed expression on his face. "Are you hungry? Or thirsty?"

You shake your head again, looking around Jeonghyeon's small cottage. You spot a desk in the corner with several pieces of parchment strewn about, a pen and quell of ink beside them.

"Well, when you are, please let me know," Jeonghyeon urges with an awkward smile.

"Do you write?" You ask, gesturing with a nod to the corner desk.

"Oh," the boy acknowledges with a small laugh after turning around to see what you're referring to. "Yes. Lyrics."

"You're a songwriter," you affirm, smiling up at him. You knew that the boy had had a very distinct way with words.

He smiles back. "Yes... Well... I'd like to be one. Someday. But I've had a lot of trouble finding the right subject to write about."

"Is that so?" You tilt your head to one side, reaching out your ribbon-bound hands. Jeonghyeon's eyes sparkle as he extends his index finger through the cage, to which you grab hold of tenderly and examine. Noting the callouses from his pen, you trace along the grooves of his fingerprint.

"But I think I've serendipitously run into the perfect subject," he announces, nodding with certainty. "I'm truly sorry that I've captured you like this. I promise I'll let you go as quickly as I can... But I just know you'd make the most beautiful song."

Unbeknownst to Jeonghyeon, you can choose to escape at any time. No cage can hold you and no ribbon can withstand your glowing magic; even the boy's hands could have been easily burnt by your power if you had wished.

But there is one thing holding you here:

The compelling, handsome young man staring back at you through the cage in curious wonder-- who has promised to write you a song.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

for the nights and days of life by @mochalottie longass notes for chapter nineee:

-Beard! Jake is such a funny image. It’s long and flowing, maybe he braids it Omaticaya style.

-Baby Spider’s return!! God I missed him and Jake’s little lab bonding time. It's such a clear image in my head, same as their little hammock is to me. I always love when a scene is so tangible for me.

-Me and Jake holding hands and never forgetting what Tsantu did. We will never get over it and we will never forgive him.

-You’ve got metaphors on top of similes in this chapter, babe. How many ways to describe Jake’s eyes bingo. I'd cut some. I tend to go harsher with my edits for Andrei, but I've never done that for you so idk let me know if that's not your vibe! I think I had one person ask for harsher long notes and it's on my docket, but it was not you!

-HAHA Kiri and the other kids constantly reminding Jake about how cool every scar they have is while he goes into cardiac arrest.

-KSKSKKS Lo’ak is so LITTLE COMPARED TO THEM. HE’S ONLY TWO. HOW DID HE BECOME BABY? DID YOU DECIDE HE SHOULD BE BABY?? DO I JUST NOT UNDERSTAND THE PASSAGE OF TIME??

-I adore the Max and Norm cameo it is flawless, I hope they keep sending each other shit. I am unclear as to what they mean by can they use some of it. Do they mean as evidence against the RDA? That’s my best guess.

-Neteyam: yay what a great day to finally hang out alone with my best friend and brother!

Spider: let’s go into this scary area.

Neteyam: oh.

-Lol of course Spider found hIS MOMS dead body and ship because he is literally Eywa’s favorite and least favorite. He’s the main character. All the shit happens to him. You know that funny saying, God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers, that's Jake comforting Neytiri and Spider. "Eywa gives her toughest battles to her strongest soldiers."

-The fear of having a disabled child, or even just a chronically ill child balanced with letting them live their own lives? It’s such a great concept to explore in Spider, and I love Neytiri doing it. Jake was human, he’s used to them, but Neytiri would have never seen a kid break an arm or an ankle or dislocate a shoulder or anything like that. It's horrible and scary for any person to see happen to their kid, but yet you know the kid will be fine. For Neytiri there is none of that background knowledge and comfort. It’s such a painful but interesting concept I adore it every time I see it.

-I also like audibly cooed at her making Jake foods he likes all the time because she wants to make up for food on Earth being shit all the time. That is the sweetest thing I've ever read gOD I love jeytiri.

-Jake snorting himself awake has me dEAD, simply cACKING, but also it’s so sweet because you kNOW his ass never slept deeply after the war, or before on Earth. He only sleeps deeply in the cuddle pile and I’ll cry. Him and Neteyam both, Neteyam will wake up at the slightest sound uNLESS he's in the family cuddle pile.

-Neteyam and Spider are the twins that came to literally like, stab Jake in the heart occasionally by reminding him of Tommy. You kNOW sometimes they cuddle or run off together and he can’t breathe for a second because they look like two different kids of a different species.

-You fucked up, potter is the british version of putter. I’m laughing when the British or Irish slang slips in. I only mention it because of your authors note saying you were trying to catch them all lol.

-Oh my god Neytiri going to say goodbye and reassure Paz that she has Spider taken care of? That has my entire heart and soul.

-Hilarious of Neytiri to specifically call human technology stupid names. That’s so funny. She’s like “Jake, someone is calling you on the stupid dumbass square.”

-Jake and Neytiri now must keep up the ruse of science being a swear for years to come. Norm says science on a call one time and they all gASP and cover Spider's ears.

-Norm and Max better come back with the RDA, like they sneak aboard and come to apologize to Jake and fuck shit up in person. I know that isn't the point but I miss them deeply.

-Neytiri at all times just lowkey at defcon 1 just like, always on the fucking razors edge. She is so full of unhealed and unchecked trauma and PTSD it's almost hilarious.

[kindred-sims]

Henry had been walking home from school the day he met her again.

Carrie had gone to visit with Genie for a while, asking that he let their parents know where she was as soon as he got back. He'd agreed, although he hadn't been in much of a hurry to return. Papa had been giving him so many chores lately, which really hadn't been leaving him with much reading time, and Mama had her hands full with Louisa and the new baby to even spare him a second glance.

That wasn't to say Henry was at all annoyed with his parents. On the contrary, he still loved them very much. But sometimes even ten year old boys needed their own space, and he just couldn't find that at home these days.

For that, Henry decided he would take his time, and chose the long route back to his family's farm, relishing in the scenery and reciting some of his favorite lines from his poetry book as he went.

"Stop it, please! Go away!"

Glancing ahead, Henry was startled to find none other than Dennis Gale in all his bullying glory, almost wanting to tuck tail and run the other way.

Until he spotted her. Millicent. That girl from town, the one with the pretty hat and long blonde hair.

And Dennis seemed to be picking on her!

Any fear he'd felt was replaced by a simmering anger, and before he could talk himself out of it, he'd ran up to the two of them, as Dennis laughed meanly, nearly shoving the poor girl into the dirt.

"Dennis, leave her alone!" he'd cried, fists balled up as tight as they could go. Dennis spared Henry a passive glance, snorting loudly.

"Or what? What exactly do you plan on doing?" he teased. "You're still half my size, Four Eyes, I could knock you down right now if wanted to."

"Yeah? So could my sister," Henry reminded him. "If it's a fight you're looking for, I can always just go find her, tell her what you said."

"Heh, you really think I'm still scared of her? That fight was a long time ago--"

"How come you still avoid her at recess then?"

Dennis flushed deeply, arms crossing.

"Forget it, you ain't worth it. Neither of you," he huffed. "I've gotta get home anyway."

With that, he turned and stomped off, both children watching as he went. Soon as he was out of sight, the girl -- Millicent, turned to Henry, amazement all over her face.

"My goodness, that was so brave of you!" she gasped. "Didn't he frighten you at all?"

"Aw, nah. Not really..." Henry felt his face heat up, just as it had that first time. "I mean, Dennis is a jerk, nobody should have to deal with him by themselves. It wouldn't have been fair to just leave you with him."

"That's so kind of you, truly. How can I ever thank you?"

"Oh...you don't have to--"

"Oh but I must! Mother always says that it is the proper thing to do, after all," she insisted. "I know! Why don't you walk back home with me? We can have tea and cookies, if you'd like!"

Tea and cookies certainly sounded tempting to Henry, and he was almost ready to accept until he remembered his folks were expecting him home soon, and the last thing he wanted to do was cause them any concern.

Even if he wasn't in a hurry to get back to his chores...

So much as it pained him, he politely refused Millicent's offer, but since it was on the way, asked if he could still walk her home.

"Just in case Dennis shows back up, you never know," he'd said.

Millicent happily accepted.

Since her house was just up the hill, it wasn't that long of a walk, but just long enough for formal introductions to be made. A short ways into their conversation, Millicent soon recalled their brief meeting in town a while back, much to Henry's surprise.

He hadn't thought she'd have remembered.

When they'd arrived at the house, Henry was immediately taken aback by its grandeur, staring up at it in awe for about a minute before running to catch up with Millicent. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen anything so big and lavish before, least not up close! The most he'd seen of it were glances, when he'd walk to and from school with Carrie. They'd always used to wonder if anyone lived there, and Carrie had surmised that it was probably haunted.

Judging by the fact that Millicent apparently lived here, that didn't seem to be the case at all.

"Well, here we are," Millicent announced, stopping at the front door. "It was very nice meeting you again, Henry, and properly this time!"

"Likewise! You're good company, Millicent."

"As are you! I'm only sorry you have to go so soon, are you sure you can't stay long enough just for a cookie?"

"Sorry, I don't think my Mama would appreciate me spoiling my dinner," Henry laughed. "But...maybe..."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe...I could always stop by after school sometime, you know, for the tea and cookies. If that's still an offer..."

The smile Millie gave him in return was just as shy as his voice, and there was just the slightest hint of pink in her cheeks.

"It very much is, yes."

[theflyingfeeling]

re: the discussion around today's Iltalehti interview with Joel and Niko reminded me of this one BC fic idea I've had in my drafts since summer 2021 (it's probably my 2nd ever BC fic idea after the one that ended up being my first ever BC fic), and yeah I know the connection is not clear lol it's clear in my head though just trust me with this one alright:

the story would be set 5 years after the band broke up because Niko left to start a solo career as a rap artist (don't laugh, it might happen!)

there was some major drama behind it (what kind? don't ask me lol) and he's absolutely miserable in case you're wondering

Joel is taking it hard because all his rock star dreams were completely crushed within 24 hours (still don't know how it all went down so don't ask; suggestions are welcome)

he tried to keep the band going but none of the other guys were passionate about it anymore because "it's just not the same without Niko"

starting a new band wasn't an option either because no matter what Joel did, people would never stop talking about the drama of the band break-up

so he gets drunk with Joonas every night

Joonas isn't any better than Joel tbh because besides the band break-up there was also a boyfriend break-up since Joonas and Niko were secretly gay in love

Aleksi went back to being a successful DJ/producer and is doing pretty fine

he is also the only one still (secretly) in touch with Niko

Olli is unemployed because he doesn't really know what to do with his life without the band because that was like his whole identity?

he's dealing with it slightly better though than J&J (not developing a drinking habit)

Tommi owns a music shop and employed Olli for a while but had to give him up because the business wasn't succesful enough for him to be able to pay Olli's salary

after being sacked, Olli couldn't pay his rent anymore and moved in with Aleksi

they share the bed most nights 🥺 Olli's excuses turn more bizarre night by night (e.g. the radiator's not working so he's cold, there's a weird noise keeping him awake, they watched a horror film right before bedtime and he's creeped out etc.) but Aleksi doesn't mind and they start slowly falling in love

Joonas and Joel also share a bed from time to time (platonically when they're sad enough, or when they pass out from being drunk enough)

Tommi also has a fiancée (+ a baby on the way?), the guys hang out at his music shop regularly

in the first scene of the fic, Aleksi, Olli and Tommi are gathered at the shop (Joel is ??? idk where and Joonas arrives later) and someone's reading a gossip magazine and there's an article about Niko being spotted/getting engaged with "the hottest pop star of the century" and as Joonas arrives they try to hide the magazine from him but eventually he reads it anyway

later that evening they all go out clubbing (an album release party for a friend's band?) and suddenly Niko arrives with his new posse

none of them (minus Aleksi) have seen him irl since the break-up so drama ensues

Joonas and Niko briefly exchange a few bitter (on Joonas' part) words as he's outside having a smoke and Niko follows him (they don't even look each other in the eyes)

...and that's all I ever managed for this AU 😅 surely there'll be a happy ending of some kind, but I never decided whether it's about the band getting back together or to just reconcile with Niko and leave the door open for maybe one day making music again 🥺

[livestosave]

"So I dragged the family name through the mud? Not you, then?"

(tw for implied/past child abuse/neglect, typical aristocratic bad marriage and society practices, and just generally toxic parent/child relations)

Yelling was a normal occurrence in the Goodkind Manor. It always had been, or so Robert gathered from the way it no longer phased the staff, and the way none of them stood near the still-open sitting room, eavesdropping. Not that anyone had to be: Alfred's voice was higher than his own, but still deep enough to carry when the weasel raised it. And his mother had what should have been a pleasant alto voice, that similarly carried as her own anger grew.

He wasn't trying to listen in, either. Alfred had made it clear - not in words, but in every action he made in each row Robert had seen the fallout of - that his rows with his mother were not something for Robert to save him from. Despite how that first night had gone, Robert would admit Alfred mostly handled them well, matching his mother's ire blow for blow until one or both of them decided to retreat. If it didn't make him so angry, if his chest wasn't always so tight with a protective rage to hear anyone try to cut Alfred down so harshly - in his own home, no less! - he might have been willing to concede that Alfred had certainly inherited his sharp tongue from the woman.

But this felt…different. He wasn't sure what it was, but Alfred's voice had an edge to it that felt more…raw. More brutal.

"There was only ever one rule, wasn't there? There always has been. You just don't get caught. You had a good marriage, a good husband, a good life! Just one little problem: Father couldn't have kids, could he? No, so that threw a wrench in things, because there had to be an heir. How many men did you take to your marriage bed, while Father was on campaign? How many affairs did he tolerate, because he loved you, and he couldn't give you the child you wanted, that he needed? All you had to do was produce a babe that could conceivably be his, and no one would ask those inconvenient questions, would they?"

There was a bark of laughter. As Robert approached the door, he couldn't see the woman's face, but he could see Alfred's. Handsome features twisted in a fierce snarl, a false enthusiasm and bravado as he glared down at his mother.

"No, you had to take faunus lovers. You made the terribly ill-advised choice to not be safe with that one. And everyone knew, didn't they? They knew I wasn't Father's, but so long as I was close enough, they would never say. The game would continue. They'd turn a blind eye, as Father did, because that's how it always goes, isn't it? Except you lost. Because your gamble failed.

"I hope the dicking that fox gave you was worth it, Mother."

The resounding smack filled the small sitting room, and the silence after was somehow worse. Through the open door, Robert could see a faint trail of scarlet leaking from the corner of Alfred's mouth, even as the weasel rolled his tongue across his teeth. One hand reached to wipe the blood away, tongue licking the smear of crimson from his thumb, before he began to chuckle. A dangerous, low, calm noise that was so at odds with the cold fury in Alfred's eyes, that Robert hesitated. He should put an end to things there, give the old bitch a piece of his mind and get Alfred out, but the way the weasel was looking at his mother…Robert was almost wondering if he should be getting her out. Not for her own safety, exactly, but because he wasn't sure Alfred could handle matricide.

"That's all I've ever been to you, isn't it? The one chance you had to make it all up to Father, and then there I was. A faunus. Your shame and disappointment made manifest. And the worst part, the shame of the whole damned thing? He forgave you. When they all tore into you, screaming about your affairs, crowing about how the baby was a bastard, he saved you from them. He forgave you, and he told them that he condoned it, asked it, because he so wanted a child and couldn't have one. He took the brunt of that shame, to save you the humiliation. He just didn't realize that it was worse, doing that, did he? He didn't realize that you could never look him in the eye, knowing he stained his precious honor for you. You could never look at me as anything but the smirch on his honor that you caused." Alfred's voice was raising again, the illusion of calm fracturing as the cold inferno blazed in him, and yet he made no move to touch his mother.

"I could never measure up to him because I was always the sign of your failure. He might have legitimized me in the eyes of the kingdom, but to you I'll always be the bastard that is the sign of your failure to be a loyal, loving wife. And now, the failure to be the mother you always wanted to be. You gambled with both our lives...and you lost."

Alfred reached up to his breastpocket, turning from his mother to start towards the door, handkerchief raising to wipe the line of crimson from his face.

"By the end of the year, you will be moving in with aunt Lolita. I will not walk on eggshells in my own home for the sake of your shattered ego, nor watch my guests worry they offend your pathetic sensibilities. Take who and what you will...but you will be gone, Mother."

Silence answered him...but it was defeated. Alfred's pace slowed, a slight...hesitation entering it. But he kept moving for the door.

"Alfred?" His mother's voice. It was...softer, than Robert had yet heard it. Gentle. Defeated, and subdued...but not unkind.

"...yes, Mother?" Alfred had paused, though he didn't turn around. His mother was still facing the fireplace, not looking at him, either.

"...I do love you." Was it just Robert, or was there a whisper of...pride in that? Buried in the other emotions, the grief, the guilt...the shame. Perhaps it was sappy foolishness.

"....I know. That's why you need to leave."

[amberjazmyn]

matthew gray gubler one-shot

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - come here, lover boy! 

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - none other than pure happiness, dirty dancing references and literally fluffy goodness 

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹����𝓲𝓸𝓷 - matthew and reader (mackenzie) just got married and matthew surprises his new wife with a very special first dance that is their very own version of the very famous, well-known end dance from mackenzie's favourite movie, dirty dancing due to that being the very first dance she ever learnt as an early teenager. 

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - i at first was gonna call this "nobody puts baby in a corner" but i decided to change it to the other title as i feel as though it works better. also, yes, i totally got this inspiration after watching the movie and the final dance scene because i hadn't ever seen the full movie before so it gave me some inspiration and i feel like making this an mgg fic would have been more realistic than a spencer reid fic. 

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mackenzie was the happiest she had ever been in her life. she had just married her husband and the love of her life, matthew gray gubler, her criminal minds costar and now they were about to have their first dance as mr and mrs gubler. yet, what she didn't know was that the reason why aj, her best friend and fellow cm costar had recommended for the bride to change from her original wedding dress into a shorter, white flowy dress was that matthew had always known that mackenzie's favourite movie was the 80s classic, dirty dancing and because of that, he wanted the both of them to recreate the very famous final dance scene to the song (i've had) the time of my life.

mackenzie was sitting down when she saw her husband walk over to her. she smiled with a confused look on her face as he then bit his lip and held his hand out.

"nobody puts baby in a corner!" matthew smiles as he holds his wife's hand, getting her up off her seat as they hold hands and walk over to the stage as everyone cheers in excitement for the married couple's first dance 

"what is going on, matthew?" mackenzie whispered before the song started and her face lit up in the excitement that their first dance was going to be the exact dance from her favourite movie of all time 

mackenzie was beside herself the entire time as she and matthew danced their first dance as husband and wife. ever since she was a kid, she had loved dirty dancing and always dreamt of doing the very famous end scene dance with her significant other one day and she finally got that dream to come true. however, she was totally surprised that she remembered the dance from when she was a young teenager but also that matthew had learnt it and had done it so perfectly that it seemed to look as if they were both professional dancers when they definitely weren't. 

mr and mrs gubler had finished the dance and the song had finally stopped before the next song started to play which caused everyone to get up out of their seats and start dancing on the dance floor. the married couple moved away from the dance floor so they could have a moment alone and, mackenzie was still trying to figure out how matthew had even managed to keep such a thing as their first dance a secret. 

"matthew! that...that was amazing! how...how did you pull that off? i mean, how did you keep it such a secret from everyone?" mackenzie whispered out as she rested against her husband's chest as he giggled softly 

"it was pretty amazing! i'm glad you enjoyed it and understood what i was doing. all the times i said i was going out to visit friends was a lie, i was going to a dance studio to learn the dance and making sure that i was getting everything correct and, it turns out i did perfectly," matthew smiles as he squeezes his wife closer who nods her head in agreement 

"of course, i'd understand what you were doing! especially when you play the song from my favourite movie in the whole entire world with the most quotable movie quote in the world!" mackenzie giggled as she nuzzled her face against matthew's which made him giggle 

"i'm glad we did it and i'm glad i got to surprise you with it! the lift was definitely the best part, i'm so glad we didn't fail that," matthew was so proud of himself and, so was mackenzie in all honesty, whilst she had no clue that matthew had planned that for their first dance, she was glad that it did end up as their first dance 

"how did you manage to practice the lift considering you had to hide this from me?" mackenzie giggled as matthew tilted his head back in laughter too before he responded 

"at first i was thrown a teddy bear that was lifesize and then aubrey started to assist me in the last few weeks leading up to tonight so, yeah, it took a while but by the time the second week of practice happened, i was confident in the fact that i'd be able to do the lift perfectly," matthew just innocently bragged as mackenzie softly chuckled in awe of her husband 

"wow! that's amazing, you should enter yourself for dancing with the stars as i'm pretty sure you'd win!" mackenzie jokes as matthew shakes his head, smacking his wife's arm as they both laugh 

"no way i'm going to do that but, maybe going into a lake and doing the lift in the water is something i'd be up to doing? what about you?" matthew balances on his feet as mackenzie's eyes light up in excitement 

"yes, yes, yes! please!" mackenzie jumps in excitement as matthew chuckles at his wife's excitement 

"of course, we can baby girl! anything you want, we can do it!" matthew smiles as he grabs his wife's hand and pulls her back to the dance floor, not forgetting that it was still their wedding night 

as the husband and wife danced the night away at their wedding with their best friends, for the very last song as a small surprise to matthew from mackenzie after his surprise to her, it was time for the other dance scene that was the couple's favourite from dirty dancing

"come here, lover boy!" 

"and if he doesn't answer?"

"oh, lover boy!" 

"and if he still doesn't answer?" 

"i simply say, baby, oh baby, my sweet baby, you're the one!"

"baby, oh baby, my sweet baby!"

matthew and mackenzie continued to dance an improvised dance after the dialogue of the love is strange dance from dirty dancing and let's just say that it got everyone a little hot under the collar, if you know what I mean...

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should i do a part two or should i just keep this as it is, short and sweet? 

okay ily bye xx

word count; 1175

[cheerscoops]

Title: Puppy Love Pairings: Steve Harrington x Chrissy Cunningham Word Count: 1.2k Summary: When Chrissy goes to pick up her dog from doggy daycare, the last thing she expected was to meet the owner of her dog's best friend. CW/TW: a single mention of a dog being mistreated, but there are no specifics A/N: something short and sweet to end the week! thank you to everyone who's read anything I've written this week. you guys are the best <3

When Chrissy entered the doggy daycare center, there was already a man talking to the woman working at the counter, so she took her place off the side to wait for her turn. The worker noticed her and motioned for her to come to the counter as well though.

"Oh good," she said. "You're both here. This works out perfectly for me because there was something I was hoping to talk to you both about."

"Did Daisy knock over another dog again, Laura? I thought I'd finally gotten her to stop jumping on other dogs and people, but she just gets so excited, and I don't think she realizes how big she is," Chrissy rambled on as the man next to her sighed and spoke simultaneously.

"What did Harold do this time?" he asked.

As they heard each other say their dogs' names, they both paused.

"Wait. Harold is your dog?" she asked. Chrissy had heard plenty of stories about Harold throughout the year that she'd been bringing her pitbull Daisy to this doggy daycare. Daisy and Harold were practically attached at the hip and spent pretty much the entire time they were there playing together. Chrissy even had a photo of the two of them out in the yard together that the center had given to her as her phone's lock screen. She'd only met the dog once before, but she adored the lovable golden retriever almost as much as her own pup.

His owner wasn't anything like she'd expected though. With a name like Harold, she'd expected a little old lady. Instead, standing before her was a man that couldn't have been much older than she was.

"He is. And Daisy is yours?"

"Not what you expected?"

"Not really. When I picture pitbull owners, I tend to picture bikers. No offense."

"None taken. I think her original owner actually was a biker."

Chrissy turned her attention back towards Laura.

"So what adorable chaos did our dogs get up to today?" she asked.

"Well, Daisy had a bit of an accident actually," she started. "Before you start worrying, she's completely fine. She got stung by another bee during outside time today. We took the stinger out and treated the sting the same way we did the last time, and she was back to being her friendly, happy self after an hour. I have the most adorable photo to show you though."

Laura pulled out her phone and unlocked it to pull up a photo of Daisy and Harold together. Daisy was laying on her side with a damp washcloth draped over her shoulder blade where Chrissy assumed the bee sting must have been. Harold was laying beside her with his head resting on her hindquarters.

"He didn't leave her side the entirety of the time she was resting after we took care of her. It was maybe the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Please send that to me as soon as you can,” Chrissy requested. She hated to see her baby in pain, but she didn’t look like she was hurting at all in that photo with Harold. She thought that maybe the photo was cute enough to become her new lockscreen, but she hadn’t decided yet.

“The thing I wanted to talk to you both about was that you’ve both mentioned to me that you’d like it if your individual dogs could socialize more outside of work, but we’re not in the habit of giving out customer information to just anyone even if I truly believe that your dogs might be soulmates. But, since you’re both here, I don’t have to break company policy to get you to be able to set up a playdate. I’ll go get your dogs and leave you to chat for a bit.”

With that, Laura exited the lobby and moved into the back where all of the dogs were kept. Chrissy moved to sit on the bench in the waiting area, and the man moved to sit with her.

“I’m Steve, by the way,” he said as he offered her his hand.

“Chrissy.” She shook his hand and smiled over at him. “So, you aren’t what I was expecting from Harold’s owner either.”

“Lemme guess. You thought I was a little old lady who’d named her dog after her late husband?”

“Maybe not her late husband, but that was the demographic I was picturing,” she said with a small laugh.

“My roommate named him, and that was what she hoped people would think when they heard his name. She’ll be happy to know she fooled someone else.”

“A clever prank.”

“What about Daisy? That’s not the name I’d expect for a pitbull either. Did you pick it, or did her last owner name her that?”

“Oh, that was all me. I don’t even know if her last owner gave her a name. Technically, my best friend probably stole her if I’m being completely honest. His neighbors weren’t exactly treating her the best, and she wasn’t chipped, so it was easy enough for him to just claim she was a stray. He’s always been more of a cat person, and I’d been saying I wanted a dog for a while at that point, so he gave her to me as a birthday gift. I named her Daisy because she was still kind of skittish around people because of her last owners treating her so poorly, but she would always come right up to me for snuggles if I was wrapped up in this daisy patterned blanket I had. It was my favorite, but it’s all hers now.”

Just then, Laura came out with both of their dogs who were very eager to be reunited with their owners. Daisy made it to Chrissy first, jumping to place her paws on her mama’s shoulders and lick the side of her face.

“Well, hello to you, too, baby,” she said as she cupped Daisy’s face in her hands. “Were you so brave today when you got hurt? I’m gonna have to take you to get a special treat for being such a good patient. Yes, I am.”

She glanced over and saw that Harold was waiting expectantly for her to give him some attention, too.

“And thank you, Harold,” she said to the other dog. “I think I owe you a treat, too. For taking such good care of my pretty Daisy.”

Harold rested his chin on her thigh, and she moved to scratch him behind the ear. Steve’s heart melted at the sight of this woman giving so much love to his boy, too.

While still petting both of the dogs, Chrissy turned her attention towards Steve.

“There’s a dog friendly cafe around the corner, and they sell the cutest little cookies for dogs. If you’re not busy, maybe we could go there now? I could buy our dogs a treat, and we could exchange numbers so we could plan some playdates for them in the future?”

“Only if you let me buy you a coffee. If you’re treating the dogs, I’m treating you.”

“That works for me.”

“Then I’d love to.”

As the two walked out of the doggy daycare together and started to make their way around the corner to the cafe, Chrissy couldn’t help but think that maybe their dogs were the perfect matchmakers.

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im not the only one to have a "bob is trans" hc which im delighted abt but!! one thing i have not seen is my hc that bob did have top surgery, sure, but he also asked for the surgeon to change his nip shape to hearts. he thought it would be cute. bob has heart nipples

Hi @missspookyskeleton,

I'm going to admit I had a lot of trouble with this request, I've never ventured into trans bob au before so it took a while to try and figure out how to write it. I tried many different scenes but this is what I ended up settling on. My apologies if its not what you were looking for.

“Never have I ever..” Bob wasn't sure how he got dragged into the game it had started out at hard deck for a night out the pub had since closed and they had ended up clashing at Mavericks off base accommodation. The man hardly lived here and it showed, there was a layer of dust on every surface but it was big enough to house them all. Fanboy smirked as he finished his sentence apparently deciding what he wanted to ask, “Never have I ever slept with someone in this room”. Maverick choked his face flushing red, Bob frowned slightly as Phoenix lifted her glass taking a sip followed by both Rooster and Hangman. Maverick sheepishly raised his glass avoiding looking at any of them as Payback rolled his eyes shotting his drink. Fanboy laughed as Bob sipped on his water, none of them really needed to notice that there was an odd number of taking a sip, no one except Halo seamed to notice him taking a drink. She narrowed her eye raised an eyebrow at him he gave her a shy smile and a small shrug. Her lips curled into a smile laughing quietly as he leaned back against Omaha and talked to him quietly. “You were the last one to drink Payback” Phoenix reminded the man who rolled his eyes. Hangman poked Maverick in the side causing the man to slap his hand away giving the younger man a stern glare. “Come on pops tell me who it was” he gloated with a smirk. “Fine” Payback grumbled, “never have I ever had a surgery outside an injury” he said lazily causing groans to break out in the group. Bob froze slightly his heart pounding in his ears as his breathing picked up slightly, it was clear that everyone else looking at others around the group. Hangman took a sip easily, “I was born at birth with an extra toes, they cut it off” he shrugged Bob hesitantly took a sip aware of Halos worried eyes on him, he felt Phoenix nudge him slightly. “Baby on board?” Hangman grinned, “go on tell us”. Bob frowned hunching in on himself slightly uncomfortable at the attention. Maverick frowned, “He doesn't have to tell us if does want to” he said calmly. “Oh, its embarrassing” Fanboy smiled, Hangman snorted “or your ashamed off it” Bob gritted his teeth, “I’m not ashamed of it” he grounded out, but the men seamed a bit far into their drinks to pick up on his tone, Callie however was not. “Enough” she snapped at the man, “leave him alone”. Bob pulled down on his top absently biting his lip, he would have to tell them anyway at some point. “Its fine Callie” he mumbled keeping his gaze firmly on the group. The boy's fell silent as Phoenix laid a hand on his shoulder he didn't want to look up. “I was uh 18 when I had top surgery” he said softly, he tugged his shirt up to his neck revealing his tan toned boys. There under his pecks were two light scars that had clearly been there for a long time, but more interesting were the abnormal nipples. “Are those” Phoenix said in wonder. Bob smiled. “Their hearts, I got the choice to change or get rid of them if I wanted to, so why not” he shrugged letting the shit fall, somewhat lighter now that the secret was out. “So now you know”. “Sorry man” Payback said awkwardly, “I didn't mean to out you like that”. “Yeah” Fanboy muttered, “or push you”. “Its fine” he smiled slightly, “but I’m not ashamed of it” he said firmly staring at Hangman who at least looked sorry. “Its the best thing I’ve ever done”.

//Bonus Scene//

Bob bit his lip as he twisted the hospital sheets in his hands, anxiety flooded through him. Anticipation made his throat close and his heart to pound in his chest, his hands trembled slightly as he bounced his leg. The doctor sent him a look before glancing back down at her computer she scanned the screen before signing a paper with a sigh as she stood. Bob tried not to look to nervous as the surgeon gave him a patient smile. "Is there something you wanted?" She asked, putting her board down turning towards him giving him her full attention. "My nipples" Bob said hesitantly. Was he really going to ask? "Yes? Did you want to remove them?" She asked asked paitently. "Oh no no!" He cleared his throat, "I'd like to shape them". She blinked in surprise "shape them?". "Yes" he said quietly "into hearts?". She let out an amused breath "I could do that for you if you wanted" "Really?" He asked in surprise, his eyes widening as excitement bubbling in his chest. "Really" she assured him.

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Hi! Was just thinking about girl defined and all those fundie trad wives/moms who are selling courses and things like that. It bothers me soo much that they bash women who decide to work in the normal world, say staying home is the best etc but they actually work, preparing podcasts, ebooks etc takes time and they sometimes have to ask someone to watch their kids. The contradiction kills me:( Ps: love your blog, have foloowed you for years and wish you the best:)

Oh my gosh, thanks for putting up with my bullshit for years LOL, glad to have you and I wish you the best as well!!💕💕

Yea I know exactly what you mean, the mlm/course thing is an interesting phenomenon in the conservative xtian universe lol. The trad/conservative/fundie women got themselves in this pickle where most can't afford to live the only kind of lifestyle they deem as acceptable, so they have to find these creative loopholes to technically have a 2 income household but also be able to plausibly deny that the wives work. bc they work from home and call their jobs "side hustles" (even though some like Jill Rodrigues can become the main breadwinners).

it is hypocritical like you said because when all is said and done, the mlm girlies are basically just employees of their uplines but with less income, benefits, security, etc than a normal employee, if they can even break even on their initial investments (which most can't). And don't even get me started on those courses and the time, money, marketing and networking abilities you would need to even make a dime off them, regardless of what Bethany Beal tries to sell desperate moms. her $2k+ "course on how to make courses" bullshit is up there on the list of worst things I've ever seen a Christian influencer do I swear.

It's sad too when you think about it, these struggling moms of often multiple kids are sold all these blatant lies by their friends and people they look up to, not even strangers. when many are just trying to survive in this lifestyle that makes them feel like bad parents for prioritizing financial stability over like, homeschooling or having more babies thru can't afford. And it's just like girl, if you need a job just GET a job...... work from home jobs are more available than every these days, and yea they can be harder to get but at least you don't have to put yourself in more financial ruin just to try.

Idk I could go on about it forever and I'll stop myself before I do, but I do want to add that none of that sympathy I mentioned extends to Bethany, she can choke.