#Issac Faster

[cerise-lockwood]

No, Grey, they aren't like that!

Grey: [Causually strolling through the floors]

Rachel, Eddie, and Zach: [On Zach’s floor together]

Rachel: I can't believe you're actually allowing me to touch it.

Eddie: Well if you're gonna do this you have to, so...

Rachel: It's pretty long

Grey: [Pauses] Hmm?

Zach: Yeah, yeah whatever

Rachel: Yours too Eddie

Eddie: Sorry, I guess that's my bad

Rachel: They're so soft

Zach: Can you just stop touching it and get this over with?

Eddie: Don't be so hard on Ray-Ray!

Eddie: Thank you for doing this again.

Rachel: It's no problem. I was bored so I thought why not? I'll have to be careful since this is my first time.

Zach: So you mean to tell me you've never done this before?!

Rachel: I’d rather not get into the details

Grey: This would be an interesting developement

Grey: [Opens door to see Rachel in the middle of cutting Zack's hair with Eddie next to her]

Grey: ……?

[clubsmarties]

"First off don't take that tone with me." Then she remembered she was supposed to be sweet. "I didn't do anything which I think may be the issue. Someone set her clothes on fire so she had to walk home with charred clothes. Kids laughed and mocked her. It was a very long time ago and she hasn't forgotten about it." She sighed and placed her head on his shoulders. "I feel like your friends hate me for loving you. Eli's girlfriend makes me feel so unwelcome. Almost like she prefers her over me. I feel like they're trying to take you from me and I just want them to like me." His friends posed a threat to her knowing that if anyone could get to him it'd be the two who seem to be team Nettie. "Nettie is fine just feel like she's a bully."

"She once set my clothes on fire because her boyfriend broke up with her. She claimed I took him from her. Once she has her sights on something or someone she doesn't like it when they stray. Burned down the bar because she found out I was the one Issac was straying with. She has ties to the mafia though no one can pin it on her." Nettie chuckled into her glass. "I afraid you wouldn't be able to stop it. Her connections are experts on making things seem like incidents."

Eli sighed and rubbed Laurel's back. "Leave it to him to get into a giant mess. Remind me to kick his ass later on." He kissed Laurel's forehead and went off to get Issac. "Hey, man. TV cable sizzled again. Need your expertise to fix it. If you don't mind to part with him for a few minutes?" Jazz smiled sweetly and shook her head. "Not at all." Eli returned her smile and turned to Issac giving him one of his famous looks that said he was pissed.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

hcs for all the castlevania boys (trevor, issac, hector, alucard, dracula, godbrand, the judge, varney, ratko & st. germain- i think that's all of them lol) caring for s/o reader on their period. can be modern times or past times whichever u prefer. 💖

A/N: I wish more people would be less disgusted and more understanding when it comes to menstruation. There are still so many myths circulating about it, I’m shocked sometimes. One time a guy on Twitter said he thought women got periods because they evolved to eat meat. And I was like…. Excuse you?? Lol. Anyway, on to the HCs!

Sorry, some are short. I wanted to do longer to make it fair but there were like TEN characters mentioned and my max is supposed to be SIX so some are taking a far back seat. 

TW: Blood, Period Mention (still w/ GN Reader)

Castlevania Boys Helping S/O GN!Reader with Their Period: 🩸

Trevor: 

Is surprisingly resourceful, given the man was a wandering drunk when you first met him.

Not so much in a kind about-it way, he’s very sarcastic and so over the whole thing right after it starts.

But he did have a large family once so he remembers what his sisters and mother went through.

Will cut off strips of his cape for you to use, but expects you to take care of any sort of ‘mess’, he’s pre-occupied cleaning whatever latest monster’s guts off himself anyway

Buys a whiskey but lets YOU drink most of it to help with the cramps (and for him this is the ultimate sign he loves you lol).

Alucard: 

Is unexpectedly awkward for someone whose mother was a doctor.

He’s very knowledgeable but unsure of how to broach the subject, sort of giving you instructions on what to do (as if you made it to the age you did without knowing??).  

And of course, the castle has everything you could need, and if it doesn’t, he won’t hesitate to travel to get it for you. Although he does insist you stay in while he retrieves it.

If you’ve been together for a while, offers to help clean you up in equal parts removed curiosity and bewitched hunger (although he’s comparatively embarrassed about that later part).

Hector: 

Not phased at all. The man’s used to sticking his hands into corpses, why would menstrual blood be an issue?

Isn’t super knowledgeable about it, he’s been alone focusing solely on his needs for so many years, and this was never one of them. But he does try and learn now that he has you.

He sends his most trustworthy night creatures and reanimated pets to go hunting for the herbs and wild medicines you use. On the other hand, Hector orders the more domesticated pets to stay and cuddle/play with you. 

On the days you’re curled up in a ball in bed, he offers to read some of the books he’s been writing as he knows you find his voice very soothing. 

Isaac: 

Fascinated by human psychology and biology from an earlier age, so he’s moderately educated on the subject. 

Blood does not scare him, but he does understand the societal stigma around sharing such a natural cycle with him.

Like Hector, he sends out his night creatures to fetch you whatever you need. 

Ensure you drink enough tea and water to stay hydrated. Also asks that you eat plenty of red meat to help replace some of the iron you’ve lost.

Is one of the few men that requests you stay as active as you can, limiting rather than stopping your regular activities. Movement and keeping your mind occupied should make the days pass much faster, as Issac is a firm believer that self-discipline is one of the most powerful tools of all. 

Godbrand: 

Not grossed out, but ends up grossing YOU out with his enthusiasm about the whole thing

Will of course offer to go down there himself and ‘take care of matters like a man’ - his words, not yours. 

What? For Godbrand, being with a living, breathing, and most importantly, bleeding human are the perks of your relationship. It’s like having a partner and a constant food source all in one!

Will absolutely curse out if not straight-up attack any other vampire who dares to bitch about your mood swings or irritable behavior. And then once you’re out of earshot, he will proceed to bitch about said mood swings and irritable behavior. What? At least he’s gentlemanly enough not to do it to your face.  

Dracula: 

The most caring and respectful king fr

He is super understanding and educated on the subject. In fairness, he’s probably curated half of the books on menstruation within his vast libraries. 

Has the necessary products on hand- strips of cloth, herbs for cramping and pain, teas, and a medieval-era heating pad of his own invention. 

Like Godbrand, offers to pleasure you down there to help relieve some cramps with the help of an orgasm, although he’s much more romantic and poetic when he suggests such a thing to you. And unlike Godbrand, he’s in it solely for your benefit. The idea that he’d get to feed as well is the farthest thing on his mind. 

Literally the most perfect and doting husband to ever walk the face of this earth oh my god.

The Judge: 

Expects you to handle it yourself lol. 

Don’t ask him for advice or aid. If you must seek out assistance, he directs you to another woman or midwife within the town.

Considers it highly inappropriate to discuss such matters, even if you’re together. 

0/10, not very helpful, would not recommend. 

Saint Germain

Knows a decent amount of what to expect and how to aid you should you request it. 

He’s well-educated and very well-traveled, so he’s encountered quite a few different cultural views of menstruation. 

Does, however, expect you to take care of the more messy parts of it.

He will offer you back rubs or make tea, but aside from him being aware of your current condition, he doesn’t change the way he treats you much at all. 

Sala:

Gets high key disgusting with it

Asks if you can gather all your bloody rags in a big bowl so he can perform some satanic ritual with it. (You’re like… Um, no??? Unless you’re cray-cray too, which, if you’re with him, has a fair chance of ringing true.) 

Will tell everyone else in the monastery about it cuz he’s a freak like that.

Keeps reminding you how in your current state, you would be a perfect sacrifice for the Great Lord Dracula… Ya know, because of the blood thing?

Subtly is NOT his strong suit

Varney: 

The entity also known as Death knows your cycle better than you do lol.

Keeps a mental calendar in his head, and starts peppering you with more kisses than usual a few days before your bleeding starts. 

Just really wants to get on your good side. And wants you to recall in the coming days, how sweet he was to you, so you know, you don’t take all your anger and frustration out on him. 

Very little scares him, he is Death after all. But aside from people not dying and Belmont giving him another go, your mood swings on your period scare the hell out of him. 

He’s not a patient man, and by day seven, Varney feels rather demoralized after being encumbered by his partner’s common human condition. 

Begs Ratko for help. Is promptly told to piss off. 

Ratko: 

Doesn’t react, except to tell you that you smell so much better this way. 

He delivers that line in such a deadpan too, you almost misunderstand what he’s talking about.

Admits that he’d be willing to ‘clean you up’, should you find that arousing.

Regards you the same, but does find himself staying closer to you than normal, for fear the other vampires and night creatures around you will find your scent so enticing and try to take what’s his.

Challenges anyone who looks your way longer than five seconds. Partly as a means to protect his claim over you, but mainly because he rather enjoys the combat practice.

[marksbear2]

Hi, ive been rewatching moon knight, i did forget how fine is oscar isaac. So, can i request sub!bottom!moon boys x dom!top! reader. I just love them so much i want to care of them. Smut Headcanons?

🐼

Jake, Marc and Steven x top male reader

The smallest mention of Oscar Issac’s name make’s me rip my clothes off. Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy, 🐼.

⚠️Warnings. Dom/ top male reader, bottoms are the moon boys, edging, blowjobs, orgasm torture. Riding. And I might add more later on today!! And etc⚠️

— Both Jake and Marc watch Steven trying to take your cock as best he could. They’ll laugh and playfully mock him for struggling.

— All three of them being on their knees sucking and licking around your cock.

— Steven and Marc walking seeing you and Jake sharing a cigarette while fucking.

— Marc and Jake sitting on your left and right both sucking and nipping at your individual nipples while Steven is riding and bouncing on your cock.

— Having all three of them to edge themselves all, having their holes prepped and ready waiting for your turn.

— If any of the two get you annoyed or upset you’ll fuck the only one who didn’t irritate the hell out of you.

— You three making out very often.

— They’ll sit and take turns getting fucked by you. Marc will sometimes get impatient and would want your cock already.

— One of Jake’s kinks are getting chocked so whenever you were choking him while fucking deep inside him. Marc was watching and he seemed to be curious about it. And the next time you two had alone time he brought up wanting to try out being choked.

— For aftercare, you mostly clean and take care of them but sometimes the boys take individual turns to get the towels or to clean the sheets.

— Leaving hickeys on their bodies in unique places across their bodies leaving each boy with a different pattern of hickey’s.

— Fingering two of the boys while the other none is either sucking and deepthroating your cock or jerking it off while making out with you.

— They have this unspoken competition like rivalry to see who can pleasure you the best, or who can make you cum faster.

— They all are very needy with different wants and desires. You having to remember which individual boy likes or doesn’t like. For example gets really embarrassed and shy by dirty talk, but for Marc it turns him on and he wants to hear you talk rough and dirty to him.

— Sending videos to the main group chat of an individual for example like Steven. Spending a video of the Brit getting completely dicked down.

— Steven finding it so hot seeing you pass Jake a cigarette using your mouths. But when you try it with Steven he ends up coughing and wheezing.

— While they’ll tease and mock Steven they’ll talk him through it. Telling him what to do and guide him how to pleasure you and how to take it.

— But for Jake and Marc they’ll degrade each other.

— Fucking them after a long day. For Steven it’ll be for work while Marc would be fighting and just overall having a rough week while Jake just wants to be fucked merciless.

— Having alone time with an individual boy is common.

— All of you laying on the bed together just in the comfortable silence of your guys breathing in the room.

— Steven and Marc walking in seeing you Jake getting ready for some very kinky sex.

— Being on the one with any of the boys while your at work/ being busy hearing his heavy breathing and the muffled wet noises through the other side of the phone.

THE END

[s0urw00lf]

Can you do something for Issac Lahey? Maybe like him reacting to reader getting hurt or him being overly protective but he’s been too scared to share his feelings

Your protector

Pairing: Isaac layhey x reader

Summary: Isaac has been extra protective since you joined him in the supernatural world

Warnings: best friends to lovers, protective Isaac, sweetheart Isaac

AN: whoever requested this i want to give you a kiss because i love Isaac so much, he was so adorable and not talked about enough throughout the teen wolf fandom. Also this may be really long so bear with me here.

Isaac is your best friend, or was, about seven months ago he decided to drop you with no warning and joined the group of kids that everyone wanted to be apart of led by Scott McCall. You’d be lying if you said you werent completely broken by it, but you accepted it. You guessed after his dad died he decided he’d shed his old life and make a new one. He also had began dressing and acting different. He had this strong aura around him, he was confident and it showed. You were happy for him, that he gained himself a new family, you just wished he’d taken you with him.

that leads you to today, it was raining lightly and you were still getting used to walking home from school alone, even though after all of this time you should be, you weren’t. You and Isaac had been walking home together since first grade when you moved to beacon hills and befriended the boy two houses down. You were walking past the animal clinic when you heard something ruffle behind you, you quickly turned around and squinted trying to see what you could, but after a couple of seconds of nothing you turned back a round and resumed your walk. Why you decided not to bring your bike today? You didn’t know but now you were cursing at yourself for the stupid idea. You heard another ruffle behind you but it seemed closer, you turned around again but saw nothing. But you heard it, it was something big and its breathing was heavy. Almost dog like.

‘Hello?” You called out, bringing your hand up to shield your eyes from the rain, “look whoever you are this isn’t funny” you shouted, people in school, specifically Jackson loved to torment you now that you were alone almost 99% of the time. You quickly turned around and continued walking with a faster pace, deciding against the cliche horror movie following the sound move. A knot grew in your throat as you tried to conceal your anxiety.

Then out of nowhere you heard another growl from right behind you. You didn’t take the time to turn around and look that time, you just took off in a sprint. You only made it a couple of steps before you slipped, no thanks to the slippery ground. You hit her head pretty hard, all of a sudden a huge animal like figure was standing above you huffing, almost angrily, your breathing picked up but you couldn’t move. It was like you’d been glued to the ground. The animal circled your trembling form, you hoped that if you didn’t make any move the animal wouldn’t consider you a threat and leave.

You quickly figured out you were wrong, because after thirty seconds of circling you the animal bit you on her leg, you let out the most blood curdling scream as the animal ran off back into the woods. You sat up looking at your now blood covered leg, the shock suddenly hit you and everything went black.

You woke up to an intense pounding in your head, and the bright light shining above You did not help. “Christ” you muttered covering your eyes with your hand, only then did you feel the burning in your leg. You hissed, suddenly moving to grab at the injury, “you might not want to do that” a voice spoke entering the room startling you. “Sorry it was time for me to feed the animals”. It was the man you had known to own the animal clinic, suddenly confused you sat up. “Am i in the animal clinic?” You asked tilting your head. The man nodded before turning around and grabbing a bottle of pills handing them to you “should help with the pain” he said. Still confused you spoke “is this not for animals?” You asked. The man paused “you’ll soon find that my specialties lie beyond animals. I’m deaton by the way.” He said “take those and here is a water. I have a phone call to make. What is your name, may i ask?” He said handing you a small bottle of water. You eyed the pill bottle suspiciously “y/n, y/n l/n” you said. The man nodded walking out of the room, you guessed to go make the phone call.

‘what the hell’ you thought, before downing the pill. Anyone would’ve called you crazy for trusting the guy but you didn’t care, you had just experienced the most terrifying thing ever and you were in pain and desperate.

You sat in the room alone fore a round 25 minuted before you heard three new voices, which you recognized fairly well. You hopped off the table and snuck into the next room, careful not to put too much weight on your injured leg. In the room stood Scott stiles and… Isaac. All four of the men stopped conversing when Scott made eye contact with you over deaton’s shoulder. At the sudden silence deaton turned around toward where the boys were looking and saw you standing in the door way. “Y/n id like you to meet-“ “i know who they are” you cut him off. You tilted your head “i don’t understand why are they here?” You asked, eyeing Isaac who wouldn’t even meet your gaze. “Y/n we should talk.” Scott said taking a careful step towards you. You nodded “okay.” You complied. “you might wanna sit down” stiles said pointing to the row of chairs.

With the help of Scott you were able to do so with no casualties. The three boys sat down in front of you. “Okay” Scott spoke. “What happened to you today is gonna change you. For the better or worse is your decision. It’s gonna make you faster, see better and hear better. Along with some other things” Scott trailed off. You took in what he was saying, “is it what happened to you two?” You asked pointing at Scott and Isaac. They both pulled surprised faces, while stiles looked offended “wait why wouldn’t you assume it happened to me?” Stiles asked. You looked at him as if he was crazy “they randomly got good at lacrosse. You still… suck to say the least” you said. Stiles squinted at you eyes twitching. Scott cut stiles off before he could cause a scene. “Yes thats what happened to us” he answered, you nodded. “Wait am i like a, vampire or something?” You asked, dread filling her veins. Scott glance at Isaac, confused on why you were so cool about it who shrugged. “Uh yeah, something like that but more animal..ly” he said. “oh so like a werewolf” you said. He nodded.

after they finished giving you the rundown and was shocked at how well you took it they offered you a ride home and of course after the day you had, you accepted. The two boys in the front chatted mindlessly as if this was a normal occasion but you could practically feel the anger radiating off of Isaac. Which was funny to you because last time you checked, you were the one that should’ve been mad.

When you arrived at home you thanked them and hopped out sparing a glance at Isaac before closing the door door and walking away. What you missed was Scott basically forcing him to go talk to you, so when you heard the car door open and close again then quickly drive off you turned around confused until you saw the blonde curly headed boy. You waited for him to reach you before silently entering your house, inviting him in.

You went to your room and Isaac almost timidly followed you “You know you don’t have to stay with me out of pity” you said. He sighed entering your room, noting the small changes that’d been made “it’s not pity y/n” he said eyeing your picture collage that surprisingly hadn’t changed at all. You squinted “no? Then what is it? Guilt?” You said.

After all this time you thought you weren’t angry, but now that he was standing in your face, you were angrier than ever. “Me getting bit is what it took for you to finally look in my direction again is that it?” You took a step forward. Isaac averted his gaze to his shoes . “I was trying to protect you.” He quietly spoke. You let out a laugh “protect me? Well you did a great job at that, look at me now i have a bite on my leg that i don't even know if ill live from, and if i do i just so happen to ill have creatures and people trying to cut me in half or rip my heart out so thank you for ‘protecting me’” you said sarcastically.

”it wasn't supposed to be like this” he said finally looking you in your eye. “well tell me what was it supposed to be like Isaac?” You asked getting louder. “not like this y/n, you weren’t supposed to get involved in this life” he matched your volume. “Right and completely cutting me from your life was the best way to go about that” You shouted, your heart began to race and the anger in your chest began to fester like it was burning your skin. Isaac’s eyes widened “y/n calm down” he stated carefully. You glared at him “no i don't think i will” you said stalking forward. Isaac quickly grabbed you and before you had any chance to retaliate he turned you to face the mirror you had on your wall. Your eyes were glowing a bright orange, the shock hit you like a ton of bricks and the glow immediately disappeared. “What the hell? Do yours do that?” You asked him, Isaac stood behind you wide eyed “yeah, but not that color” he answered. You turned around in confusion “what do you mean?” You asked. “I think we should call Derek” he said pulling his phone out of his pocket “hale?” You asked incredulously. He nodded.

‘what the hell’

[sequinsmile-x]

Hide Beside Me

Emily shares her oldest secret with Aaron. A few years later, that secret resurfaces.

Part 2/3 (Part 1 can be found here)

-x-

Hi besties <3

Thanks so much for all the love on part 1 - really blown away by it. As always, I got carried away and because of all the detail I wanted to add to this fic to do it justice, this is now a 3 parter instead of a 2 parter!!

Part 3 will be up later in the week.

As always, please let me know what you think!

-x-

Warnings: pregnancy, teen pregnancy, abortion, adoption, forced adoption

Words: 3.9k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She’d never truly let herself imagine it. 

Over the years, there had been fleeting moments when it would happen, when her subconscious would torment her with a brief flash of hope that one day she’d be reunited with the daughter she’d never been allowed to know. She’d always shake it off, try and rid herself of the thought that felt nothing but impossible, sure that even if she got the chance to know her oldest child she wouldn’t want to know her in return. The last thing Emily ever wanted was to cause her any pain, to do anything other than love her in the few minutes she’d been allowed a lifetime ago. 

She’d never pictured this. Had never thought she’d be the one who was sought out, and she’d certainly never pictured herself standing on the porch of her home, her infant son on her hip and her other two children inside getting ready for school as Sophia stood a few feet away from her. 

Rebecca. Her name was Rebecca. 

Emily can’t speak, rendered speechless for the first time in a long time. She feels like she’s underwater, her grip on Issac the only thing she’s aware of other than her heartbeat pounding in her head, the rhythm of it echoing around her skull, getting faster with each breath as nausea rolls in her gut. She sucks in a breath, desperate to say something, anything, so she doesn’t just continue to stare at the woman standing opposite her. 

At her daughter.

She opens her mouth, but she’s cut off by the door opening behind her and a tiny hand tugging on the leg of her pants. 

“I ready Mama.” 

She looks down at Rose, and she sees Rebecca do the same, her shoulders getting visibly tighter as she watches the interaction between the two of them. Emily smiles at the toddler, grateful that she’s too young to see the tension in it and she tugs gently at one of her braids, “Go find Jack, okay?” She says, ignoring the slight shake to her voice, “Make sure he’s ready for me?” 

Rose looks back and forth between Emily and Rebecca and tilts her head, her endless curiosity almost getting the better of her, her favourite word - why - on the tip of her tongue before Emily distracts her with another tug of her braid. Rose nods and turns back into the house, “Okay, Mama.” 

The moment Emily and Rebecca are alone again with Issac, the baby happy and content as he always was in his mother’s arms, the other woman clears her throat, drawing Emily’s attention to her. 

“I’m sorry,” she says, choking on the words as she shakes her head at herself, her hands tightly clasped in front of her, beads of blood visible on her cuticles from where she’d torn at them with her teeth, “I shouldn’t have come.”

When she turns her back, Emily’s brain finally kicks into gear, the shock she’d been overwhelmed by disappearing in an instant as she realises she might lose the chance she’d been waiting for more than half her life. 

“Wait,” she says, stepping forward, her heart in her throat, a lump she can’t swallow past as Rebecca turns to look at her, dark eyes meeting dark eyes, “Please don’t go. I’m sorry…I…I just wasn’t expecting to see you.” 

A smile flashes across Rebecca’s face and she crosses her arms over her chest, physically holding herself together, “What, you weren’t expecting your long lost kid to show up randomly on a Thursday morning?” 

It makes Emily laugh, the kind of bluntness that Aaron would always say was all her if Jack or Rose were ever guilty of it, “Something like that,” she says, reaching into her pocket, grateful that she had some of her business cards to hand as she pulls one out and hands it to Rebecca, her chest tight as their fingers skip across each other. The first touch between mother and daughter in 30 years. Both of them had been children last time, and neither of them had any say in the separation that had driven them to this awkward conversation on the porch of Emily’s family home, “Please take this, and call me? Or at least text me so I have your number. It’s my personal line. I need to get the kids to school…” she drifts off, cursing herself for mentioning the children when Rebecca’s smile gets tighter, “We deserve more time to talk about everything than 5 minutes.” 

Rebecca nods and looks at the card in her hand before she slips it into her jeans, “Okay, I’ll call you. I promise,” she looks lost for a moment, unsure if she should step forward for a hug or not, but she stops herself, her hands once again in a tight grasp in front of her, “I’ll leave you to it.” 

“Okay,” Emily says, “Speak to you soon, Rebecca.” she swallows thickly, her daughter’s actual name heavy and foreign on her tongue. 

Rebecca flashes a smile and nods, “Speak soon, Emily.”

She stands frozen in place as she watches Rebecca leave, unaware that she’s tightened her hold on Issac until he cries out, his eyebrows furrowed as she looks down at him, “Oh I’m sorry baby,” she says, kissing his forehead, letting her eye’s drift shut as she breathes him in, the sweet smell of his shampoo calming her down, “Mommy is so sorry.” 

Her brief moment of peace with her son is gone as soon as she realises it’s the same thing she’d said to Sophia - Rebecca -  the first, and only time, she’d held her. An apology whispered against her skin along with the name that had never gone any further than the two of them until she told Aaron about her. 

“Mom,” Jack says, calling from inside the house, “We’re going to be late.” 

She blows out a slow breath and wipes stray tears from her cheeks, stamping another kiss against Issac’s forehead before she walks into the house, “Coming, honey.” 

She somehow manages to get Jack to school on time and Rose is only marginally late for daycare. She’s about to drop off Issac too, but when he grips onto her shirt, his clinginess with her something that had been established since he was born. Tiny and screaming and only calm when he was in her arms or against her chest.  Every time she brought him to daycare on the days she worked he’d do this. He’d grasp the neckline of her shirt and cry, and she’d have to hand him over, assured by the workers that he always calmed down shortly after she left. It was something she was used to, something her heart had learned to take, but today it can’t. She can’t. It feels like his small hand is wrapped around her heart, his tiny sharp nails puncturing it as she finds herself unable to hand her baby over.

As soon as they are back in her car she calls her boss, and says she can’t come in today. A white lie about Issac having a cold that makes her feel guilty is accepted without comment. Her next call is to Aaron. She wants to talk to him, needs to talk to him, and she feels tears pressing at the back of her eyes the moment he answers. 

“Hi,” he says, his voice light and soft like it always was with her, and she can picture his smile, “Everything okay?” 

She sucks in a breath, her grip on the steering wheel tight, “Can you come home?” 

It’s a simple question, but one she’d never asked of him before, and it makes him panic. She can hear it in the intake of his breath, in the way she can hear his chair scrape on the floor, “Emily, are you okay? Are the kids okay?” 

“Yeah, they’re fine,” she says, swallowing thickly, “I promise. I…” she drifts off, unsure how to say it, the words stuck in her throat.

“Sweetheart, I’m coming home okay,” he assures her, fulfilling her request without having to think twice, “But I need to know that you’re okay.” 

She chokes on a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, “She found me. She…she showed up at the house this morning.”

“Who did?”

She wipes tears from her cheeks and clears her throat, “Sophia.” 

There’s a gasp on the other end of the line followed by a brief moment of silence, “I’ll meet you at home as soon as I can, okay?” He asks, and she nods even though he can’t see her, “Want me to stay on the line with you until I get there?” 

She lets out a shaky laugh, “No, it’s okay,” she says, “I just…need to see you.” 

“I’m leaving the office now,” he replies, and she can hear the elevator, “I’ll use the blue lights and everything,” he jokes, desperate to do what he can for her until he makes it to her side. 

She presses her lips together to control a smile, unsure if it is inappropriate or not, her emotions in turmoil as she shifts between them all in quick succession, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” he replies, “Em…she found you.” 

“Yeah,” she says, her chest aching at the awe in his voice, the way he loved her and her story a comfort she’d never get enough of, “She found me.”

___

He finds her in the living room with Issac fast asleep in her arms, his cheek pressed against her chest, a small patch of drool visible on her blouse that Aaron knew cost more than most people made in a month. She’s staring straight ahead, her eyes wide but seeing nothing as her hand drifts idly up and down their infant son’s back, a movement that is more for her than the fast asleep Issac. 

“Sweetheart?” Aaron asks, careful to make sure he’s quiet, not wanting to wake up the baby or startle Emily. She turns to look at him, the brief look of confusion on her face enough to let him know she hadn’t heard his car pull up on the driveway, or the front door open. He looks at Issac, “Is he okay?” 

She nods, taking a moment to kiss her son’s dark hair, “He’s okay. I couldn’t bring myself to hand him over at daycare,” she says, her smile sad as she rests her cheek on top of the baby’s head, “Rose ran into her classroom like she always does. Happy to be there and excited to spend the day with her friends. But Zac…he…” 

“Held onto you and cried like he always does,” he finishes for her, and she nods again, swallowing thickly, tears pressing at the back of her eyes now he was here, now she no longer had to hold herself up all alone.

“I couldn’t let go of him,” she says, tightening her hold on Issac as if someone would take him, phantoms of her past who had once taken her baby from her breathing down her neck, the scent of the lady from the adoption agency’s perfume something she’d never been able to forget, “I just couldn’t.”

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” he assures her, still standing a few paces away from the couch, unsure how to approach this, how to look after her on the day the daughter she’d been forced to give up three decades ago had reappeared. “What can I do?” 

She looks up at him, her chin trembling as she asks for the support she had lived without for most of her life, “A hug would be a good place to start.” 

She doesn’t need to ask him twice. He’s on the couch with his arms around her in seconds, gathering her and Issac carefully against him. She’s crying the moment she’s safe in his embrace, her neck twisting at a slightly awkward angle so she doesn’t disturb Issac as she presses her face into Aaron’s neck. Desperate to fill her lungs with the scent of him, to replace the sickly sweet perfume she can smell even though she knows it’s not real with his woodsy cologne. 

“I’ve got you, Em,” he says, his hand hooked around the back of her head as he holds her in place, scratching at her scalp with his blunt nails, “I’m right here.” 

She cries for herself. For the 45 year old she was now who had spent decades wondering what her child looked like, mourning every birthday and graduation and Christmas she’d missed. For the 15-year-old who was forced into a situation she didn’t want twice - first keeping the pregnancy, and then having no choice but to give her baby up after she’d had 9 months to fall in love with her, every kick and elbow to the ribs a moment no one could take from her. 

She cries for Sophia. Rebecca. And she hopes she’s had a good life, that any conversations they have leave her assured the right decision had been made for her little girl even if it hadn’t been the right decision for her. 

Eventually, she calms down, her tears coming to a stop, Aaron’s embrace and his gently, soothing scratching of her scalp still going until she pulls back to look at him, her eyes still shining. Bright red and swollen with the make-up she’d put on that morning smudged around them. 

“I didn’t recognise her,” she says, her words painful and stuck in her chest as she hiccups around them. 

He tucks her hair behind her ear and wipes her tears from her cheeks, “What do you mean, baby?” 

She sniffs and shakes her head at herself, “When I answered the door, I didn’t recognise her at first. I asked who she was…my own kid. I didn’t recognise my own kid.”

She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. Hadn’t been able to get past the fact she hadn’t known who Rebecca was at first. It hurt. Made her doubt herself and her skills as a mother, every fantasy she had ever allowed herself that they’d know each other immediately torn to pieces in a moment. 

“Emily,” he says, wiping another tear from her cheek, “The last time you saw her she was minutes old. She’s, what, 30 now?” 

“30 years, 4 months and 3 weeks old,” Emily confirms, the date her daughter had been born one of the only bits of information she’d ever had about her so she’d held onto it tightly. 

“Exactly,” he says, leaning forward to kiss her forehead, “It’s not surprising it took you a minute,” he assures her, “And it certainly doesn’t make you a bad mother.” 

She chuckles, the sound wet as it catches in her throat, “Sometimes I swear you actually can read my mind.” 

He smiles, “No, I just happen to know my wife really well,” he says, kissing her forehead again before he pulls back to look at her, “What’s her name?” 

It reminds her of the very first conversation they’d had about Sophia. When she’d been terrified of telling him her oldest secret but he’d done what he always had - loved her unconditionally. His understanding of her so deep, as natural to him as breathing, that sometimes she wondered if he knew her better than he knew herself. 

“Rebecca,” she says, smiling as she says her name outloud, an answer to a question she’d had for so long, “Her name is Rebecca,” she looks down at Issac and kisses the top of his head, her smile soft and sad, “She’s beautiful.” 

“Of course she is,” Aaron says immediately, his eyes shining when she looks up at him, “She came from you.” 

She laughs and shakes her head at him, “How do you always do that?” 

“Do what?” He asks, running his fingers through her hair to soothe her, to provide the comfort he’d always give away for free. 

“Make me laugh on the hard days.” 

He leans in to kiss her, catching the corner of her lips and then her nose, “Because I love you,” he answers, “How did you leave things with her?” 

“I gave her my card. I told her to call me, she’s already sent me a text so I have her number,” she laughs disbelievingly, wondering how her world had changed so much in the space of a couple of hours, “I have Sophia’s number, Aaron,” she shakes her head at herself, “Rebecca,” she corrects, “That’s going to take some getting used to.” 

“It’s okay if she’s still Sophia in here,” he says, his finger gentle as he presses against her chest, hovering over the patch of drool from Issac’s open mouth just above her heart, “She has been for a long time.” 

She nods, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, “When I…when I meet up with her, can you come with me?” She asks, “I know it might be complicated because of work if you get a case, and I understand if you can’t-”

“Sweetheart,” he says, cutting her off, smiling softly at her, “There is nothing that would stop me being there for you, okay? You and the kids are the most important thing to me. No matter what.” 

She rests her head on his shoulder and sinks into his side, “I can’t believe this is happening,” she murmurs, “It feels like a dream.” 

He wraps his arm around her shoulders to keep her in place against him and kisses her temple, “It’s happening, Em,” he says, tears making his vision blurry because of how happy he is for her, “It’s really happening.” ___

She was exhausted, but happy. 

Labour had been worse than she’d remembered. The pain something that time and Mother Nature had erased from her memory. 

Her labour with Rose was the opposite of her labour with Sophia. Last time, she’d been alone the entire time, no one with her but medical staff who drifted in and out of the room for hours. Aaron had stayed by her side for every single second of her labour with Rose, providing both the physical and emotional support she needed, anticipating her needs before she even knew what they were. She’d encouraged him to go home with Jack, her smile soft as she told him that she and Rose would be okay, that he was exhausted and needed to sleep in their bed and not the tiny bed the nurses had rolled in for him. 

He’d left reluctantly, kissing both her and Rose’s foreheads before he went home, a promise that he’d be back in the morning pressed against her skin. 

“Okay, sweet girl,” she says, wincing as she pushes herself off the hospital bed and walks slowly the very short distance to the bassinet, “Let’s see if we can get this feeding thing down…” She fades off when she sees the bassinet is empty, the blanket Rose had been swaddled in left behind. She sucks in a breath, looking around the room in a panic, “Rose?” It’s ridiculous and she knows it, knows that her 4-hour-old couldn’t respond, but she says it anyway, the discomfort she’d been in before gone in an instant as she tears around the room, looking for her little girl, “Rose?”

She stops in place when she smells something familiar, a sickly sweet perfume that has always turned her stomach. A smell that meant loss and pain and she gasps, her hand over her mouth as she cries out again.

“Rose.” 

___

She gasps as she wakes up, Aaron’s arm slipping from her waist as she sits up, her hand pressed against her chest as she tries to even out her breathing, desperate to shake off the remnants of an old nightmare she hadn’t had in a while but that had haunted her most nights when Rose and Issac were both newborns. 

She’s on her feet before she can think about it, grabbing Aaron’s robe from the back of the door on her way past and slipping it on, the smell of him still clinging to the soft flannel material. She sneaks down the hallway towards Rose’s bedroom, careful to make sure she’s quiet as she walks past the nursery so she doesn’t wake up Issac. She’s gentle as she pushes open Rose’s door, which had already been slightly ajar anyway in case she wanted to seek out her parents in the night, and Emily blows out a slow breath when she sees her little girl fast asleep in her bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her favourite toy - a stuffed orca whale Jessica had bought her from the aquarium - her sweet face lit up by the nightlight in the corner of the room. 

Emily closes her eyes and tries to even out her breathing, her hand against her chest as she does so. She hears the door to the master bedroom open and she turns to look, her lips pressed together in a tight smile when she looks at her husband, “Hi.” 

“Hi,” he says, walking over to her, his arms immediately wrapping around her from behind, tugging her close, his lips pressed against her covered shoulder, “Did you have the nightmare?” 

She hums and nods, turning her head to kiss his cheek, “I did.” 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” 

“I should have expected it,” she says, looking back at Rose, checking on her one more time before she lets the door close again, stopping it before it clicks into place, “I don’t know why I didn’t,” she links her arm through his as they walk back to their bedroom, “I am happy she reached out,” she says, “I really am, but…” 

“Em,” he says, stopping her, his hands at her elbows, “I know you are. I know you’re happy, but you’re allowed to have mixed feelings about it. It’s a lot to deal with.” 

She nods and chuckles dryly, “It is,” she shakes her head, “What if she doesn’t like me?” She asks, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the thought that felt childish, like she was still the teenager who had been in this situation in the first place. 

“It’s impossible not to like you,” he replies, his hands slipping to her hips, “Everyone loves you the moment they meet you.” 

She raises her eyebrow at him, “You didn’t.” 

He shakes his head at her, “Sweetheart-”

“You can deny it all you want, baby,” she says, patting his cheek before she shrugs off his robe and climbs into bed, “But we both know you didn’t like me.” 

“I was just taken aback by your beauty,” he says, smiling when she rolls her eyes at him as he joins her in bed, pulling her against his side, “I was projecting because I felt guilty about finding a woman who wasn’t my wife attractive.” 

She hums, resting her head on his shoulder and hooking her leg over his hips, “I’ll believe you. Thousands wouldn’t.” 

He smiles and kisses the top of her head, “Everything will okay, Em.” 

She nods, wanting more than anything to believe him, that this would somehow turn out to be everything she’d never allowed herself to believe it could be, “Yeah,” she says, snuggling in closer, “Everything will be okay.” 

[shona22]

Prompt from @thewitchway

Hope you enjoy it.

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It’s a few miles, maybe three if Stiles can stretch his legs further to accommodate Derek’s long strides. But the preserve sprawls across acres and acres of soil, dried leaves, and magic—changing, as Stiles would solemnly swear on the blood of his future children. The tree shapes, branches, leaf colors, the very air, even the worn-down path leading to the dilapidated Hale house—all of it shifts.

Derek does not seem to mind. He’s one tracked, eyes straight ahead, shoulders no longer taunt. It’s home to him, Stiles thinks, feeling his mouth stretch at the sides without meaning to. 

The clorisBane, a hybridized version of the wolfsbane is supposedly blooming at midnight, on the southern side of the preserve. Issac had inadvertently stumbled into it, nose full of pollen, his long winded whine had alerted others. When he had finally dosed off at Deaton’s, body still trembling from heat, Derek called him. Stiles–well, Stiles had half a thought of saying no, wanted Derek to work for it, growl into his phone even–but, well, he wasn’t in the mood to antagonize the wolf. He was training to be their emissary, and it would be Stiles job, soon enough, to patrol the boundaries of beacon Hill in search for poisonous, magical plants. A trial run couldn't hurt, even though his knowledge of ClorisBane was limited to what he had read in the bestiary.

And so, he found himself walking alongside Derek, their steps not quite hurried. Stiles had stuffed his restless hands into the pockets of his red hoodie (Derek, for some inexplicable reason, loathed that particular piece of clothing. Stiles had tried to pry an explanation from him, but all he received were grunts and growls.), whistling whenever he realized he was better off keeping quiet than risking saying something stupid, like, hey remember last week when I woke up at the loft, in your bed–

It starts to rain. 

It’s not a single drop that alerts them, tickling down Stiles’s forehead, no. It’s a gush of water, as if someone had decided to push a bucket off the trees. Before he can splutter, or inadvisably stumble and fall into the muddy ground, a strong hand seizes Stiles by his biceps and pulls.

“There’s a shed,” Derek says against his ears, “Follow me.” 

“I can’t,” Stiles manages, teeth clattering and all. Water blurs his vision, clumping his long eyelashes together. He blows some water raspberries, trying to form something coherent. “I can’t see shit, Derek.” 

There’s a grunt, then he is no longer touching the ground. 

“What thre fuck–”

“It’s faster.” Derek answers tersely, his hold tight on Stiles' wet clothes, one across the expanse of his back and the other below the boy’s knees. He throws one of his arm around Derek’s neck, getting comfortable since it appears the wolf has no intention of letting him go. 

A few minutes later, though a few minutes longer than Stiles would have preferred, they found themselves huddling inside a decrepit shed—or was it an outdoor toilet? Stiles silently swore that if Derek had pushed him into a smelly, bug-infested shithouse—

"It's not far from the house," Derek interjected, his voice no longer neutral but hoarse. "Laura used to garden; it's her shed."

“Oh,” Stiles say, uncharacteristically quiet. “Thanks.” 

He doesn’t know what he is thanking for. Derek just grunts. Typical. 

The walls of the small, two by two shed had moss growing upon them. There were some wild flowers, peaking from the fractured, rotten wood. It smelt of nothing particularly outlandish, but Stiles guesses it’s partly because of the overwhelming rain, the scent of wet soil had completely overtaken his human senses. And partly, he suspected, because of Derek. The cramped space felt intimate; if Stiles were any larger, Derek's face would have been nestled against his neck. Stiles faced the door with Derek behind him, close enough to feel the heat off his body, but far enough to feel tense. It’s a mess. He opens his mouth a couple of times, to say something, anything, to dissipate the thick air between them. 

The thunder does the trick. 

Warm, wet arms wrapped tightly around Stiles's midriff. There was now a solid presence behind him, pressing against his back, Derek's beard grazing his neck. He shivered, not from the eminent cold, but the absolutely delicious smell of Derek’s cologne, the one that hasn’t been washed off in the rain. He tried to stifle a whimper, feeling needy and desperate, but it escaped anyway, just as his ears began to ring. Derek's arms tightened ever so slightly, his chest rumbling deeply, animalistic. Stiles couldn't discern if Derek was comforting himself or Stiles. The silence between them was palpable.

“I couldn’t help but notice,” Stiles starts, because he needs to or his head will explode from too many things unsaid. “You seem to hate me a little less.”  

Derek stills. 

Then, a whisper across the exposed skin– the joint between his neck and shoulder, “I never hated you.”

[cloudcountry]

hi aubbie!! i saw that you wanted ikevamp requests so i couldn't help but pop in hehe. i'd like to request a shy florist mc who isn't great at talking to people, but likes expressing her feelings through bouquets of flower language (if that makes sense?) maybe with issac and arthur whoever else you'd like! of course, as always, you don't have to write it if u dont want to! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)♡

SUMMARY: arthur is enamored with the reserved florist & isaac stumbles about her.

WARNINGS: None!! :D

COMMENTS: rinrin i would LOVE to write this for you HAGSGFDHAGS i see that crossed out arthur you don't have to hide that from me hehe

I WROTE WAY MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD...maybe i shsould make this an au. you're genius rinrin. i have never been so inspired.

ALSO I WANTED TO DO VINCENT but he might get his own post because sunflowers are my favorite and i just cried over them oops

It’s been a quiet day at the shop, and you’re working on an arrangement of flowers when an arm slams against the wall behind you. You jump out of your skin as you whip around, coming face to face with none other than your newest regular.

“Hello there, love. I missed you today.” he purrs, leaning in far too close to your face, “You look as lovely as ever. It’s a shame I didn’t see you this morning when I came by.”

“I...I was working on something.” you mumble, eyes darting to the floor in embarrassment. Arthur tsks and tilts your chin up, making you make eye contact with him. You squirm, feeling heat rise to your cheeks at the touch, and he grins because he knows.

“What were you working on, love?” he asks, his tone flippant, “I would love to see your newest project, although I doubt it’s as lovely as the woman in front of me.” He winks, and you feel like shriveling up. He’s such a flirt, he does this to every woman he comes across, but you can’t help but wish it was special to him.

“I...I can show you.” you murmur, docking under his arm, “Just follow me.” You skitter towards the back of the shop, walking much faster than you usually would as Arthur trails behind you curiously. You hear him say something along the lines of I’d follow you anywhere but you ignore it.

He whistles quietly when he sees the arrangement you’ve put together, violets and blue roses and white chrysanthemums blooming inside their vase. Your heart is pounding in your ears as you recite the meanings to yourself, hoping he understands what they mean while also hoping he doesn’t. Trust, loyalty, deep love—

“It’s beautiful, love.” he compliments, reaching out to brush his fingers against one of the roses, “You always blow me away with your arrangements.

“Um.” you swallow thickly, snatching up the two bows from the tabletop and holding them out of him, “Which one do you like better?”

He laughs, giving you an affectionate look. “What does it matter, love? You always make the best decisions.” You huff, gnawing at your bottom lip. He doesn’t understand.

“Just pick one!” you blurt, and he jolts a bit at your demand. Slowly, he reaches forward and takes your left hand. his fingers intertwine with yours, trapping the ribbon in your fist.

“This one.” he smirks, reveling in your obvious embarrassment. You rip your hand away from his and get to work, tying up the bouquet with the ribbon he chose. Arthur watches you work, something you’ve gotten used to since he gains an interest in you.

“For you.” you mumble when you finish, presenting the bouquet to him with a hot face and shaky hands, “I made this for you.”

He hums thoughtfully and takes it from you, cradling it in his arms like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever received. “Thank you so much, love.” he says softly, and when you look up at him he isn’t smirking and leering, he’s smiling softly at you, “Let me take you out sometime, yeah? My treat.”

There’s another bouquet at the front door, and once again it is addressed to Isaac. The physicist fumbles over his words as he takes it from Dazai (who is smiling far too brightly for Isaac’s liking.)

Arthur wolf whistles and mocks him all throughout breakfast, joking about his secret admirer and guessing who it could be. A mother of a child he teaches? One of the employees from that cafe he frequents?

No pleas from Isaac to cease their teasing work, and he finds himself storming into his room to escape the jeers. Leave it to Arthur to make innocent affections seem so filthy and off-putting!

He furrows his brow as he sets the bouquet on his desk, the flower's various shades of pink and red. He can recognize roses well enough, but the other flowers' specific classifications evade him.

One thing’s for sure—this is not a bouquet of friendliness. Whoever sent these flowers to him wishes to pursue something with him. And in the back of his mind, the place in which he dares not travel, he finds himself wishing it was the awkward florist he visits.

It all started with the children and their growing interest in biology. Napoleon brought up the small florist’s shop that had opened right next to the cafe Isaac loved so much, and all of the children were ecstatic to visit.

It was there that he met her, a woman that fumbled with her words but was so deft with her hands. She’d won over the children almost instantly, and they’d swarmed her with questions. She’d even handed them all dandelions as a thank-you for visiting, and despite her shyness, offered to host them again.

After endless pleas to visit the nice flower lady, Isaac couldn’t resist. He’d found himself in that flower shop time and time again, and even though he’d never admit it, most of his visits were for her.

She was intelligent in a way that was different from his own intelligence. She thrived on hypothetical meanings and things that held no grounding in actual science, and it was intriguing as it was scary.

He shakes those thoughts away and slumps down in his chair, resting his head in his hands. It hadn’t been that long, only a few weeks, and yet he was utterly enamored by her. It was strange and new, it was terrifying, it was everything Isaac had never known.

Sighing again, deeper this time, he sits back in his chair. The bouquet rests on his desk, where it mocks him with every second that passes. Would he ever know who was sending these? Would he dare ask?

Isaac shakes his head and vows to find another vase to place this bouquet in. He’ll preserve them for as long as he can (at least he knows that much, he couldn’t live with himself if he let such pretty gifts die quickly) and hopefully, someday, he’d gather the courage to ask her about the flowers.

[marvelsdc22]

Pretty Things

Summary: When life and stress gets to you, you make a decision, whether it was a good decision or not is a different story.

The day Lara arrived came faster than you expected, mostly since you tried to keep yourself busy so you didn’t let it all get to your head, even going as far as taking up Issac’s offer on surfing lessons and as much as you hated to admit it, you actually enjoyed it, not like you’d ever tell Issac that, he already had a big enough head.

Waiting anxiously by the bus stop that Lara told you she would arrive at, nervous about seeing your friend again, her being the only one besides your mother who would talk to you, Alex blamed you for what happened to Kara so she needed time to cool off and time away, Kara was of course locked away in a major medical facility so it wasn’t like anyone could even talk to her, then there was Alex’s girlfriend who had been your best friend since you started at the diner, but even Maggie wasn’t even talking to you, seeming to just try to keep the peace by following Alex’s lead, it hurt but you knew that every action has consequences.

You forced yourself to perk up when Lara’s bus pulled up, bouncing on your toes as you waited for her to get off, looking at her with a nervous smile when she was finally standing in front of you, not wanting to make the first move since you weren’t sure where you two stood “Come here” she said, setting the bag in her hand down by her feet before engulfing you in a hug.

“God I missed you” Lara breathed out, giving you a tight squeeze before she pulled back, gently grasping your shoulders as she looked you over, seeming to try to convince herself that you were right in front of her again “I was so worried when you wouldn’t respond to me, but I’m glad your okay” she said sincerely, giving your shoulders a squeeze before grabbing her bag “I know, I’m sorry” you apologized.

Lara held up her hand when you apologized, shaking her head “Make it up to me by showing where I’m staying” she said, earning a laugh from you as you gave her a grin “Right this way, ma’am” you said, gesturing in the direction you’d be walking in and her falling into step with you when you started walking, the two of you catching up the whole way to the inn that you were staying it, you finding it easier for her to just stay with you rather than fight to get a room of her own.

“So this is the famous Lara Croft” Sammy commented when you two approached the front counter “That’s me” Lara said, embarrassed as she rubbed the back of her neck “Y/N has told me a lot about you, they’ve been excited for you to join them here” Sammy said, making up a roomkey for her when Lara handed over her I.D. “I hope all good things” Lara said, glancing at you as you felt your cheeks begin to burn “All good things” you rushed out before Sammy could tease you any further.

Once the two of you got to your room, you let Lara get settled in a little bit before you started prodding her with questions like how your mom was and how classes were going for her before finally getting to the question you were desperate to know the answer to “How’s Lena?” You asked, looking at her and almost afraid of the answer “She’s okay, we don’t really talk anymore, when you guys broke it off she focused more on her professor friends that she had before meeting you… She seems to be trying to move on with her life” Lara said, knowing that the answer more than likely wasn’t what you wanted to hear but she wasn’t going to sugarcoat it or lie to you.

“Oh…” you said, glad that she was able to start moving on from this, but you couldn’t help the pain you felt, you wanted to be the one that was making her happy but that wasn’t your job anymore and you had to understand that “I’m glad she’s doing good… How’s Kara and Alex? Any update?” You asked, having heard nothing with them since Alex cut you off “Not much update on Kara, Alex and I were never close to begin with, but last I heard she was in and out of solitude, whatever happened to her it’s wreaking havoc on her body” she answered, no one really knowing what had gotten into her body and knowing that the doctors were trying to get to the bottom of it.

Once the two of you caught up some, you decided to take her out to dinner at the restaurant that you seemed to be addicted with “Harbor Grill and Orchid Lounge?” Lara asked as you guys walked to the front entrance “Hey, don’t knock it till you try it” you said, chuckling as you held the door open for her, the two of you getting a seat after a few minute wait since tonight was a busy night “So, what do you usually get?” Lara asked, scouring over the menu after you two sat down.

“The Chicken Al Pastor” you answered, leaning back in your seat as you looked over your menu but you already knew you wouldn’t stray far from your go to “So… Are you still doing research?” You asked after a moment of silence “Trying, but I’ve learned my lesson on being picky about who I go with… After last time…” Lara said, the two of you shuddering at the thought of the last research she was involved with “I get it” you said, reaching over and resting a hand on her arm to tell her that she didn’t have to go any further.

Once the two of you finished eating(and Lara admitting that the restaurant was in fact a good choice) you both went to take a walk on the beach, the sun starting to set as you two got there “If you want, my friend Issac convinced me finally to do surfing lessons with him, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind another person to try to impress” you mentioned, watching her smile and nod “That sounds great, better than the gym or a lab” Lara chuckled, stopping for a moment to watch as the sun started to set across the ocean.

“You know, I forgot what this is like” Lara said, looking at you after a moment “What? The sunset?” You asked, confused on what she was meaning and raising a brow when she let out a laugh and shook her head “No no, but you’re not wrong… I mean that if you let yourself get outside and do things out of the lab that you get to witness all these pretty things and your stress and worries just seem to melt away” she said, smiling as she stared at the water and you couldn’t help but smile in return, she was right, all your time stuck in your head and in your books, you never really took the time to see the pretty things that were right in front of you this entire time.

Taglist:

@unexpected-character

[ripr4]

The squad is playing a team sport

Issac: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Clayton?

Church: Have you ever played a game with Clayton?

Issac: No…

Church: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the field

Clayton, chasing the 10th Doctor: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

[wolffuwu]

I am also curious to what games does wolf play

wolf had to redo this as she accidentiatally deleted the tab she was writing it on after like somehwere between 30 and 45 minutes of writing it and to make it faster she is not going to include as much notes in brackets

games wolf plays / likes:

terraria (by far wolfs most played game) (wolf has completed terraria modded and unmodded many times especially in high diffiuclties)

rain world (rain world is probably wolfs favourite game)

noita

enter the gungeon

the binding of issac repentance

risk of rain 2

ultrakill

lobotomy corporation

library of ruina

deltarune

undertale

hollow knight

Your Only Move Is Hustle (the only fighting game wolf has as its turn based)

celeste

baba is you

everhood

stardew valley

darkest dungeon (not the 2nd game only the first)

slay the spire

balatro

one shot

dead cells

peglin

+others wolf forgot to mention

key:

green = games wolf has completed most/all the game

orange = wolf wants/needs/plans to play more of it as she hasnt completed as much as she wants to

white = wolf has decided to not classify them into either category for some reason

notes:

there is a number of games wolf knows a good amount about but hasnt played which she cannot remember most of them because of her memory being bad

wolf didnt include games she mainly only plays with friends occasionally eg: lethal company

wolf also owns some games but is yet to play them because she has been putting it off or she forgets to

[leebrontide]

okay forgive me this is not going to be related to the ask game but i have to know your animation journey! how did you learn? how long did it take? did you take a course or solo it? how is it so good? what program do you use? do you post your finished projects anywhere? can i see them? pretty please?

sorry i’m just so excited you’re actually so cool

Oh gosh no please don't be sorry I love animating and nobody ever asks me about it!

It started, as many of my projects do, with me lying to myself about a "little project" while my wife rolls their eyes because after knowing me since I was 7 they are on to my bullshit.

I wanted to make a "trailer" for my already released novel, Secondhand Origin Stories, and I was like "I could just do illustrations with like a little bit of animated component over an audio recording of Issac's "not a suicide note".

I already knew quite a bit about using Clip Studio Paint because I was in the indie comic/webcomic scene for years. And a couple of my friends knew about animating from art college. I offered to throw one of them a fancy tea party and make then a cheesecake of any flavor if they would come over and show me some basic program how-to. We dressed up, they came over, showed me how the timeline worked, slow enough for me to write things down. That was just before the start of covid.

Cue lockdown.

Animating, mainly via trial and error, became my pandemic hobby. And I discovered that I find it INCREDIBLY soothing.

There is still NO finished project because well, teaching myself this is not fast. I keep having to learn new skills for like...every single shot. This is still my first ever project. But it's gonna be like a minute and a half of full animation.

I do a little bit of heavily modified rotoscoping, I use the CSP custom head tool...I will use anything I can get my hand on short of copying someone else's animation. But by and large I do NOT know what I'm doing. Most of my knowledge comes from watching a lot of documentaries about Disney and owning a lot of animation art books.

I DO have the next project planned...with some changes built in to it that I wish I knew at the start of this project that will make things faster and easier. It's based on book 3 in the same series as Secondhand Origin Stories...but it's meant to be like anime opening credits. I commissioned a full song from @plottwiststudios who REALLY understood the assignment! It's gonna be so cool.

Thank you so much for asking :)

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

The sewing machine. Wow what an innovation. For the making of garments its impact was on the level of the birth of the internet. First developed by Thomas Saint of England in 1790. It used a chain stitch method which required no second thread. His machine was designed primarily to work on leather and canvas, not as a home sewing aid. Between 1790 and the 1840s numerous inventors used differing methods to create a workable sewing machine, but it wasn’t until John Fisher, an English inventor created the first machine that incorporated all the disparate elements of prior machines into an observably modern device in 1844 that things took off. In 1845, Elias Howe was the person to create the first American sewing machine followed soon after by Issac Merritt Singer in 1851. However, due to the botched filing of Fisher's patent at the Patent Office, he did not receive due recognition for the modern sewing machine in the legal disputations of priority with Singer, and Singer reaped the benefits of the patent. While those first machines could not even reverse stitch, they proved to be a tremendous boon to both commercial and home sewing, allowing greater speed and accuracy for the long slog of stitching that accompanied seams. Current machines have advanced to the point where hundreds of pre-programmed stitches including multiple types of buttonholes, faux overlock stitches, and decorative stitches of a dizzying array. Along with that the latest machines can be programmed to do custom embroidery. Free arm sewing has made quilting a faster process as well. Marry the existing technology with robotics and we are really off to the races. Manufactured by W. G. Wilson Company of Cleveland Ohio this is their 1867 model the Buckeye. It used two threads with a shuttle to create a lock stitch. Due to its popularity, Wilson produced an improved version in the 1870s called the New Buckeye.

[toastthewolfie]

uh just kinda developing issac and selena’s roles in a team

selena: overwatch. Tends to not be in the fray unless needed. Very by the book and can create escape plans given a few seconds at any given moment. Extremely accurate (had to be due to working with MWDs) in her shots and doesn’t waste ammo. Genuinely dislikes assault rifles but copes with it due to their efficiency. On the field, she tends to stay on the flank of any group. Average on reaction time and accurate in her shots, it’s purely her inability to sustain a hold on a gun for a long period of time that keeps her in mostly overwatch, she tends to run if things get tough and she can’t handle it. (It’s a knee-jerk reaction at this point, not a conscious decision)

issac: back of squad. Watches everyone’s backs like a hawk. Less accurate but faster to react, he’s an extremely reliable teammate. Enjoys assault rifles more than anything but can/will use a shotgun as his second choice. If he’s not near the back of the squad, he has a riot shield and is helping flash and clear rooms. Does not back down from a fight (especially if it means that his team is gonna be able to get out of a situation).

[hannibalzero]

Poison pool au

Charthur

Arthur messes with something he wasn’t supposed to. Giving him a second chance at life, will he make better choices this time? Will he allow himself to love? What’s with Charles? What happened? Didn’t he drowned? That stag is looking at him again?

XxxxxxX

What made a good outlaw was being so damn nosey—strange shacks, abandoned homesteads, caves, and behind waterfalls. Arthur Morgan felt the need to explore and learn all he could, he liked to think he would have done well in school if he was ever given a chance as a boy. He searched for money, valuables, books for Jack, and whatever else he needed. But very rarely Arthur found something unique and couldn’t help himself but to keep the item.

A Viking hair comb, a small ivory bangle made from a bison horn laced with turquoise, a fertility statue set. Male and female respectively. A metal wind catcher with a shiny rock in the middle and now, Arthur found something again. Holding up his lantern, Arthur peered at the buffalo painting on the cave wall. Had to be Indian art, no one painted on cave walls or left up dream catches all across the land leading Arthur here. The eye of the bison glimmered in the way that all interesting items did catching Arthur’s attention.

Obsidian arrowhead, hardly the size of his thumb glittered in the soft glow of the lantern light. “Well now.” Arthur practically cooed reaching out to pick up the arrowhead, pricking his tumb on the edge. Arthur cursed moving his hand away and giving it a shake in the funny way he hoped would make the cut heal faster. The red blood dripped from the bison's eye making the runes glow and for Arthur Morgan, everything went black.

Arthur came too slowly, standing in Elysian pool facing the waterfall. Elysian Pool was a poisonous lake, yet the water was clear and the planets were lush and growing. Arthur could hear singing? Sounded like his Mama’s singing too.

Oh brothers lets go down, down to the river to pray. As I went down to the river to pray

A large bison stood over the waterfall with that mighty stag that had haunted Arthur’s dreams as of late. Waiting for something. Arthur wanted to run and get out of the water. Anything to escape the gaze of those mighty gods of nature. What had Arthur done? Did he just pick up that arrowhead? Feeling someone grab his left arm, Arthur looked.

Lyle Morgan held his arm, looking exactly like the last time Arthur had seen him. The hangmans noose was severed but still hung from his neck. “Look’at’chu. A killer, a mean son’ofabitch. A thief, Chased off anyone who would ever loved ya. Let ya only son die!” he cackled gripping Arthur’s arm tighter. “Just like ya Pa!”

Arthur shook his head. “Naw, I ain’t nothin’ like ya.” Arthur started as another set of hands grabbed his right arm.

“He became what I made him.” Dutch Van Der Linde held his right arm tightly. “Arthur has become my hunting dog, my enforcer. I give an order and he obeys,” He blew cigar smoke into Arthur's face while Lyle laughed. “But as of late, Arthur is slowing down. Questioning me and losing his edge. Getting sickly too.” Dutch laughed now. “Well, hunting dogs don’t last long now do they?”

Now stood Eliza before him, looking like the night they met. Yellow hair loose, that white nightgown she wore with the small red ribbon on the neckline. She had to be nineteen, so young and beautiful. “Is this the life you wanted?” her voice was that of a whisper. “If you could go back, would you have chosen this?” she gestured to the men beside him before cupping his cheek. “Oh Arthur, life has been cruel to you.”

He nuzzled into her soft touch, the first one he had felt in a long time. “No, this ain’t what I woulda chosen.” his voice was quiet. “Woulda been a rancher, woulda had Issac and ya safe. Hosea and John with me. A good man.” This was Arthur’s bitter truth his voice shaking. “I’mma drowning in guilt, what’I’a done. Ain’t no redemption in a man like me.” he looked into Eliza’s beautiful blue eyes. “I’mma sorry Eliza.”

“Arthur Morgan, ya are an outlaw and a killer.” Lyle started.

“An enforcer and a hunting dog made for my use,” Dutch added.

“A broken man wracked with guilt and sorrow,” Eliza commented as the singing got louder.

The bison and stag stood, their horns almost twisting in the light as Arthur was pushed down into the clear water of Elysian pool and held under. Bubbles escaped Arthur’s mouth as he struggled his vision going hazy, the last of his vision could only see the Bison and the Stag their eyes glowing down at him.

Honeysuckle greeted his nose, clean air, and the smell of the forest. Blinking slowly, sunlight filled his eyes. Arthur winced his head pounding, what happened? Where was he? Slowly sitting up he rubbed his temple. Staggering to his feet, leaning on the tree for support. Arthur started to gather his surroundings. Hanging Dog Ranch, but it wasn’t full of O’Driscoll’s. The ranch sign now said “Silver Dagger Ranch.” Arthur tilted his head in confusion, Silver dagger? Wasn’t that the song his mama used to sing as she worked?

Looking around more, he could see the ranch was well-worked. Strong-looking horses, grazing in the field. Pigs and Chickens, even a small herd of cows. A few sheep too. It was like Emerald Ranch, just no train station and more wild nature. The air was clear and Arthur could hear birds, and elk calling, and the small river going by.

[willowpenguinwritting]

Elle's Birthday oneshot(Wrote for her Birthday)

///////This thought came to me randomly. The credit of Tara and Elle's quotations to a wonderful Twitter account I follow, they are incredible. //////////

Like every year the fourth of May rolled around faster than anticipated. The picnic bench squad members had already prepared Elle's presents for their sleepover the coming weekend. Each of them with excitement had packed their bags already, with the presents and plastic lightsaber. They were going to have the lightsaber fight at school but Elle had convinced them otherwise.

It was the group's first official birthday of Elle's without them seeing each other at lunch after bothering her in maths with notes and drawings that were somewhat related to maths in a very odd sort of way. Obviously, they had agreed to meet Elle for lunch and her new friends were eager to come as well.

Whilst they were sitting in English waiting for the bell to ring Tao's mind was spiralling with thoughts of if Elle would actually like his gift to her. He managed to calm himself down by the time the bell went and he met Charlie and Issac to go and meet Elle.

They reached the gate where Elle ran to give them all a large hug. All of them were smiling happily, Tara and Darcy also grinned at each other whilst they walked to a bench. Once they had all settled they agreed to eat their lunch, then Issac would give out his handmade cupcakes and then Elle would unwrap her presents.

Issac was grinning happily at the mention of his cupcakes, he had told Charlie that they were marble with transgender flag colours in them with icing of cats. Charlie's head was not fully screwed on as he was still imagining things to do with a certain puppy *cough* sorry rugby lad.

They all ate their lunches, well more or less. It wasn't quite a complete lunch without Darcy chucking monster munch at each of them. Issac opened the tub and handed it to Elle which she instantly awed at and took a quick photo of them. After their happy consumption of the cupcakes, it was time for presents.

Darcy handed Elle a small box, which was unwrapped to reveal a simple silver chain necklace."I thought you would want to make your own charm to attach to it." Darcy explained. Elle thanked her gratefully and placed the chain around her neck.

After Elle unwrapped the rest of them, leaving Tao's till last coincidence or not she carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a small pile of books on makeup artistry and a few makeup products, all of which Tao probably had no idea what they were for. Elle put her arm around him with a very loud train of thank you's being exclaimed.

Tao smiled to both himself and Elle in relief that he had done a good job present-wise, he had felt less nervous at the time he brought Elle's first dress for her but it was still something a bit unpredictable response-wise.

"Right, it is also star wars day so everyone grab a stick to be your lightsaber and let the battle begin."Tao declared, the boys and Darcy collected sticks and started thrashing them against each other occasionally making a noise with their mouths which Elle assumed was supposed to be like the woosh noise of a lightsaber.

Elle laughed at Tara's questioning face, "Does this stuff often happen at Truham?" Tara asked.

"Yeah, about once a week if you let them, you get used to it." she laughed in a light-hearted response.

Elle was feeling lucky, she was lucky to have such wonderful friends. She was very appreciative of how much thought Tao always put into his gifts for her. The stick, lightsaber, fight ended with Charlie seeming victorious based on his tongue out that he was taunting Tao with.

They wished their goodbyes and most of the picnic bench squad's thoughts were I will defeat them in the lightsaber fight at the sleepover. Elle however was thinking about how she would try and convince them to paint their nails as an activity for the sleepover as it was as it her house.

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Now a quick Narlie interaction because it is kind of linked.

"Hi," Nick said as he sat in his usual seat next to Charlie.

Charlie was writing in his planer but his head lifted up and he responded "Hi,"

It was routine of theirs by this point. Never enough hi's to one person who you sit next to in form.

"I like your nail varnish," Nick said gesturing to Charlie's black and sparkly nails that Elle painted.

Charlie smiled, "Thanks, my friend painted them at her birthday sleepover."

Nick's brain instantly thought Don't be a girlfriend, please don't be a girlfriend. Despite the fact he knew Charlie is gay and it would not be a girlfriend. This odd jealousy faded as he showed Charle a photo of Nellie in the bath from his weekend.