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[larsgoingtomars]

Ava! My absolute fav! She’s so mean!

UGH I WILL MURDER THAT WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT FOR A HUMAN BEING

[papayadays]

🧸 + denial. realization. obsession. + lando (maybe a little friends to lovers 🤭)

a/n: ohhh maddie i love your brain!! (oops i kinda went overboard for this)

you and lando had known each other for what felt like ages. the two of you had gone to the same country club when you were younger, both of you often following your parents. you instantly hit it off, becoming buddies as you wandered around the country club together.

since then, you and lando had become fast friends normally, staying close despite lando making it into formula 1. you still kept in touch as much as you could with countless facetimes, online games, and texts about each other’s day. you often couldn’t go to races, having been busy with work; however, when max and the rest of lando’s friends in quadrant decided they were going to go watch lando race, an invitation was extended to you.

you were hesitant at first, knowing the expensive lounges they were going to choose, but max said that he’d pay for it. (which meant that lando would pay for it, most likely) so now, you were getting out of the car, heading towards the track. you and ria were laughing about something when some teenage girls tapped you on the shoulder. “excuse me, are you lando’s girlfriend?”

your eyes widened with surprise, shaking your head. “no, i’m a close friend of his,” you answered. glancing up, you expected ria to be just as surprised as you were, but she gave you an amused smile.

“that was odd,” you commented to her, walking towards the mclaren garage.

“right, odd,” ria murmured, but it was almost a half-hearted agreement.

you were about to respond when you heard a voice behind you call your name. spinning around, you saw lando, who had a look of surprise on his face. “you’re here!” he grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in a tight hug. lando nuzzled his face in your hair as he spoke. “i didn’t know you were coming, but i’m so glad you’re here.”

“glad to be here, lan,” you beamed. you both pulled back, maybe a bit reluctantly, and turned back to the rest of the group, who gave you the same amused glance ria had. but to add to that, the mechanics in the garage also shared a similar expression that you couldn’t decipher.

“this your girlfriend, norris?” one of the mechanics asked, chuckling. lando’s eyes changed into something veiled, something you couldn’t place. “you two make a good couple.”

“thanks, she’s one of my best friends,” lando responded, throwing an arm around your shoulder. you nodded, smiling at him, though something in your gut twisted at his words. best friends, that’s what you and lando were, so why weren’t you happy with that?

but. wait.

lando had said thanks to the compliment about being a good couple. and he hadn’t necessarily said you weren’t a couple. your mind was reeling with the implications, heart fluttering at the thought that maybe you liked him. what made it more suspenseful was that he quite possibly felt the same.

“hello? you good?” lando laughed, waving a hand in front of your face as you blinked. “spaced out, huh?”

you chuckled, though somewhat nervous, and tugged at his hand. the surprise and faint hope in his eyes wasn’t lost on you. “wanna go for a quick walk?” you suggested. “my brain’s a little busy.”

lando quickly nodded, hand on your waist as he guided you out into a quiet area in the paddock. with your newfound epiphany, you were paying attention to every single detail. had lando always put his hand on your back? when did he start? did his touch always make your heart flutter?

“are you okay?” lando asked softly, eyes seeming green in the sunlight.

“i’m fine,” you replied. “it’s just…” you trailed off, not brave enough to voice your hopes about something that could change your friendship.

“just what?” lando questioned, scrunching up his nose in confusion.

“everyone’s been asking me if i’m your girlfriend lately,” you started.

“is it bothering you? i could-”

“lando, no, it’s not that,” you said, cutting him off. “but i was thinking. if you’d ever thought it about. us dating, i mean.”

lando glanced at you, surprise in his expression as he took a step towards you. “i do think it about it,” he nodded. “every time i look at you.”

your jaw dropped at the revelation, and you mentally kicked yourself for being so stupid. he had had feelings for a while now? and you had still maintained that you were friends? “what if,” you started, “we could tell people that it was true?”

lando’s mouth curled up into a grin, arms wrapping around your waist. “is that what you want?”

instead of answering him verbally, you pulled him down, smiling as you kissed him.

[loveyouanyway]

[jeonsupershy]

@svtsource carat revival '24: love and letter

➳ @jeonwon-wonwoo : maddie!! thank you for your kindness and support since i joined caratblr💞 i've put together this set of svt being their chaotic selves, which always bring a smile to my face. i hope it brings you as much joy as it brought me creating it 💌

[hearts-hunger]

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Summary: Danny's having a rough day, and sometimes all you need is love and a little magic to make it better. || Companion fic in the Kitkat universe

Pairings: Danny x Reader | Genre: fluff, angst, h/c | Word Count: 3k | Warnings: none!

A/N: Evidently I'm back in my Kitkat era hehe :) I think this is my first time giving them any real angst, but of course it has a happy ending. I hope you like it! ♡

“I saw my baby, trying hard as babe could try — what could I do?” 

You belted the verse into your wooden-spoon microphone, dancing around the kitchen as you waited for the oven to preheat. You had the music cranked up to the highest volume, filling the empty house with Bowie's dulcet tones and funky grooves; it was helping take the edge off being alone on your one-year anniversary, and dancing always put you in a better mood. By the time Danny got back from whatever he'd insisted had to be done today but wouldn't explain, you'd be ready to forgive the sting of hurt and enjoy the rest of your evening with him.

You were just putting the pumpkin pie in the oven when the door opened, and you turned with a bright smile to greet your boyfriend. You didn't know what you'd expected — some flowers, a gift he’d wanted to keep a secret until now, even just a smile — but all you got was a stormy expression and the door closing behind him with a little more force than necessary. 

“Hi, honey!” you said, trying to stay cheerful. You liked welcoming him home to baking treats and fun music and a warm, sun-bright kitchen, and you hoped he liked it too.

“Hi,” he said, his voice distracted and flat. He winced at the loud guitar. “Geez, kitkat, are you trying to make me deaf? Turn that down.”

You hurried to do as he said, looking over at him with a cautious expression. He hadn't been in a great mood when he left, but you'd hoped that running whatever errand he was so concerned about would make him feel better; evidently, he was just as grumpy now as he had been earlier, and you tried not to let it hurt.

“Sorry, Danny,” you said when the music was quieter. “I guess I didn't realize how loud it would be if you just walked in on it.”

He gave a doubtful hum but didn't say anything else, leaving kind of abruptly to go further into the house. Surprised, you followed to see what was wrong.

“Did you get done whatever you went out for?” you asked. 

He went into the bathroom and started rummaging around in the medicine basket.

“Do we have any freakin’ Tylenol in this house?” he asked irritably.

You went in to help him and easily found the bottle he was looking for. When you handed him two pills, he didn't offer any thanks.

“What’s wrong, honey?” you asked. You stepped aside as he elbowed his way to the sink. “You don't feel good?”

He cupped some water in his hand and downed the medicine before he washed his face. “Head’s killing me.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” You reached to brush his hair back from his face. “Do you want something to eat?”

“No, I don't,” he said stiffly. He batted your hand away. “Please don't hover, kitkat. You're stressing me out.”

You drew back, stung, and felt something crinkle up in your heart that would take some ironing out. 

“I didn't mean to,” you said softly. “Will you...” You hesitated to ask for anything, but you'd missed him while he was gone, and you wanted to spend time with him if he wanted to spend time with you. 

He sighed. “Will I what?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Will you come back in the kitchen with me when you're feeling better?”

“Why, so I can get roped into doing the dishes after your little baking extravaganza?”

“No,” you said, feeling an unhappy twist in your chest. “Just to hang out. You don't have to if you don't want to.”

He softened the slightest bit, perhaps a little chastened by your hesitant tone.

“Yeah, maybe,” he said, and it was almost worse than a flat-out no. “Let me get in the door, babe. It's been a long day.”

You held back from saying that you knew what he meant; it had been a long day for you too, waiting for him to come home to celebrate your anniversary. Granted, it wasn't your official dating anniversary — that was still a week or so away, and it was marked on the calendar in his bedroom. But one year ago today, you'd met him at the haunted house he worked at, and you wanted to celebrate the day you'd been rescued by a big guy in a werewolf costume and fallen head over heels for him.

You supposed you couldn’t hold it against him that he didn't remember the exact day you'd met. But even if it had been a regular day, his uncharacteristically moody and irritable homecoming was weighing on you. It made you feel funny, all sad and nervous and on edge, and you wished he'd just talk to you instead of merely inflicting his dark mood on you.

“Okay,” you said in a small voice, ever the peacekeeper. That wasn't a bad trait necessarily, but it sometimes led to you bottling up your thoughts and feelings instead of expressing them. You weren't sure now was the best time to tell him how you felt, though. A needy girlfriend seemed like it might be the last straw for his tenuous grip on civility.

You went back to the kitchen and turned off the music altogether, your cheerful, dancing mood pretty much killed by Danny’s gruffness. You started to clean up after your “little baking extravaganza”, as he'd called it with less affection and more irritation than you would have liked. You'd spent the better part of the afternoon crafting a beautiful, perfect pumpkin pie — his favorite — and had made a jack o’ lantern face out of dough to go on the top. Your heart sank as you wondered if he'd even want to try it when it was done baking.

He went out to the porch, talking on the phone about something that was evidently less than pleasant. You couldn't make out what he was saying, but from the tone of his voice and the glimpses of his body language you got through the window above the sink, you could tell he was upset about something. You determined to be kinder and more gentle to him when he came in, hoping you could soothe his worries and coax him into talking about whatever was bothering him.

You were finishing up the dishes when he came back inside, and you offered him a smile. You intended to ask him if the medicine was kicking in, but he spoke before you could say anything.

“Something’s burning,” he said.

You blinked. “What?”

He nodded to the oven. “Whatever you're making. It smells like it's burning.”

With a jolt, you realized he was right; the timer had gone off and you hadn't realized it, and now there was a distinctly burnt smell permeating the kitchen. You whirled to open the oven and take the pie out, haphazardly grabbing a dish towel to cover your hands.

“Careful, kitkat,” he warned. “You don't — ”

In your haste, you didn't have time to process his warning before your uncovered ring and pinky finger met the hot pan. With a yelp of pain, you snatched your hand back and jerked the pan until it listed off the rack and tilted sideways to land lopsidedly between the rack and the oven door.

“Oh! Oh no!” You watched, distraught, as the jack o’ lantern face started a slow, precarious slant off the perfect placement you'd given it. You reached to right the pan, feeling the sting of tears at the foolishness of your blunder and the pain in your fingers, but Danny quickly eased you aside and took the dish towel from you.

“Let me get it, honey,” he said, and for the first time, his voice was kind, albeit a little harried. “Run some water over your hand.”

You did as he said, watching as he got the pie out of the oven and set it on the stovetop. He closed the oven and turned it off, tossing the dish towel over his shoulder as he crossed to you.

“Let me see,” he said gently, taking your hand in his and pulling it away from the water for a moment. You winced as the pain came back more sharply and tried not to cry as he cradled your hand in his.

“Alright,” he soothed, turning your hand to see your burned fingers better. “It doesn't look too bad. Keep it under the water for a minute. I’ll be right back.”

Alone again in the kitchen, you tried to collect yourself; you glanced over at the pie and saw that it was a burnt, lopsided mess when you'd taken such care for it to be perfect for him. You swallowed, feeling tears stack up in your throat.

When he came back, he stood with his hip leaned against the counter as he dried your hand, smoothed Vaseline over your tender fingertips, and put bandaids on both fingers. You still stood at a distance, even as he was holding your hand, fearing another irritated scolding for your absent-mindedness.

“How's that?” he asked, looking up at your from under his dark lashes. He didn't seem angry any more, and you were so relieved at it that you suddenly couldn't stop the tears that spilled over.

His brow crinkled. “Hey, hey,” he said, worried and gentle. “Does it hurt that bad, honey?”

“No,” you said honestly, quickly trying to brush the tears from your face. He did it for you, soft and patient and understanding.

“Why’re you crying, then?” he asked.

You drew a choppy breath, trying to stop. “I’m sorry.”

“I didn't mean you had to apologize,” he said kindly. “You're not in trouble, kitkat. I just wanted to know what was wrong. Did it scare you?”

“Well, a little,” you admitted. “But I’m just...” 

You were embarrassed by the stupid way you’d hurt yourself; you’d been sad and uneasy at Danny’s mood and now felt a little overwhelmed with emotion at his apology and the much-needed tenderness and affection that came with it.

“I’m glad you're not angry any more,” you said pitifully.

He softened, chagrined and understanding. “Oh.”

“You're not, are you?” you asked.

“No.” His big, strong frame seemed tense with discomfort. “I'm not angry any more, kitkat.”

“I’m sorry if I made it worse,” you said sincerely. “I should have let you come in without asking a million questions and having the music on so loud.”

He gently squeezed your hand. “No, honey. It wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who was out of line.”

He ran his thumb over your palm in a gesture of tenderness. 

“I’m really sorry for how I spoke to you, kitkat,” he said gently. “I was frustrated, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. Please forgive me.”

“Of course I forgive you,” you said, your voice a little wobbly. “I just wish... Well, I was trying to make it nice, since...”

He brushed more tears from your face. “Since what, honey?”

You looked up at him, your expression crumpling. “Since it's our anniversary.”

His eyes widened. “No it's not,” he said, obviously hoping it wasn't true. “It’s next week, isn't it?”

“Yeah, I mean, the real one,” you said weakly. “But today's the day we met.”

He softened and gave a regretful sigh, pulling you close.

“Oh,” he said. “I see. I didn't remember, kitkat. I’m sorry.”

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face against his chest, treats falling in earnest now. You weren't exactly sure what you were crying about, but you were sure you were happy to have him home and not so angry any more.

“I made a real mess here, didn't I?” he said.

“It’s okay,” you said, your voice choppy and unconvincing even though it was true. “You didn't know.”

“Yeah, but I still shouldn't have acted like I did. I want it to be a nice thing to have me come home, not a burden.”

You hugged him tighter. “It's not. You're never a burden, Danny. I love you. Even when you come home grumpy.”

You felt his gratitude and relief in the way he held you.

“I love you too, kitkat.” His voice was a little rough around the edges. “Thank you for loving me like you do. I don't deserve you.”

You stayed that way for a long moment, resting in each other, letting the worries of the day fade in the peace of being with the person you loved and trusted more than anyone else.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you said softly. “I made pumpkin pie for you. Your favorite.”

He rested his cheek on the top of your head and hugged you tight. “It is my favorite,” he agreed. “That was really sweet of you, honey. Thank you for thinking of me.”

“But now it’s ruined,” you said miserably, pulling back to swipe a hand over your cheeks and look at the charred, cockamamie gift you'd wanted to give him. “I’m sorry, Danny. It's not much of a surprise.”

He chuckled, and the sound was warm and comforting. “It’s not ruined, kitkat. It's... unique. And I see the vision. You think I won't still eat every bite of it?”

“Even the burnt parts?”

“Well, maybe we can cut those off. Looks like it's only the top of the crust.” He drew you over to look at it with him, and his smile was very gentle and forgiving.

“I like the jack o’ lantern face,” he said. “You’re so clever and creative, kitkat. I think it's a great surprise. I love it.”

You looked up at him. “Yeah?”

He kissed your nose. “Yeah. Let me put on some coffee to go with it. I'll even let you have a slice.”

You gave a watery laugh. “Thanks. That's nice of you.”

He helped you finish cleaning the kitchen, and the acrid smell of burnt pie crust was washed out with the comforting aroma of coffee as it brewed. You went out on the porch to sit in the chilly evening air with your plates piled high with the not-burnt parts of your pie, and you enjoyed how Danny dug in with gusto, complimenting your baking all the while.

You snuggled closer to him on the porch swing, cradling your steam-wreathed mug, careful of your sore fingers. 

“How’s your beautiful little hand, my dear?” he teased gently, holding his hand out for you to place your hand in.

“Better,” you said. Your heart tilted when he kissed your fingertips. “Thank you for taking care of me, Danny.”

He hummed. “You’re welcome, kitkat. It was the least I could do after being so ugly to you. I know I said it before, but I'm sorry for acting like that. You don't deserve for me to talk to you that way.”

You brushed your fingers over his cheek. “Thank you. Would you mind telling me why you were so frustrated? I want to help if I can.”

He sighed, and his expression scrunched a little with worry and weariness.

“Money’s a little tight,” he said after a long moment. “The gig we booked for this weekend fell through.”

“Oh, Dan, I’m sorry,” you said sincerely. You knew that the paycheck would have been nice, and a canceled show was never what an aspiring band wanted to deal with. You knew he and the boys would have liked to play the gig anyway, even if they didn't make any money off of it.

“Was that what you were on the phone about?” you asked.

He nodded. “Josh told me this morning, and he tried to figure out a new date with the guy we booked with, but he told me when I was out here earlier that he wouldn't reschedule.” He shook his head. “Josh is pissed. I guess I am too. It sucks.”

“Yeah,” you said gently. “I’m sorry, honey. Can I help? Financially, I mean?”

A dull, uncomfortable blush darkened his face. “I don't want to ask you for money, kitkat.”

“I know,” you said kindly. “But I'm happy to help. I practically live here anyway. I can pitch in with rent or groceries or something.”

He looked at you with such humility and gratitude that you thought your heart would break.

“Thanks, honey,” he said. His voice was a little hoarse. “That’s very kind of you.”

You gave him a gentle smile. “You’re welcome, Danny. I love you. Let me help you.” You didn't make a ton of money either, but you'd gladly do whatever you could to help your boyfriend and his brothers that were as good as family to you.

He ran a hand over his face. “I was trying to get you a present, earlier,” he said. “For our anniversary.” He gave you a teasing smile. “Our real one.”

You laughed. “Oh yeah?”

“That’s why I was gone all day,” he agreed. “But it...” His jaw worked uncomfortably. “It ended up being pretty expensive. More than I budgeted for. So that made me feel like a schmuck.”

You took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I don't need anything to know you love me, Danny. But thank you for thinking of me.”

He looked over at you. “Do you wanna know what it was? Since it's the thought that counts, I hope?”

You smiled. “It is the thought that counts. And yeah, if you want to tell me.”

“A lady we work with breeds dogs on the side,” he said. “All official, fancy, pedigree labradors. I was gonna get you a puppy, like I talked about. You know. Start our family, or whatever.”

He was bashful as he told you, the embarrassment of having to say no once he'd learned the price obviously still stinging him. But it was such a nice thought, such a sweet present that he'd wanted to get, that just the idea alone was enough of a gift.

“Oh, Danny,” you said sweetly. You kissed his cheek. “That would have been a really good gift. But I'm glad you made a smart financial decision.”

He sighed. “Yeah. Wish I didn't have to make such smart financial decisions all the time.”

You brushed his curls back from his face. “I know, sweetheart. But I admire you for making wise choices for our family of two, and I know I can trust you to make wise choices for our family of three when we finally do get our puppy.”

He brightened then. “We could always get a pound puppy. Some two and a half dollar mutt that needs somebody to love ‘em.”

You smiled. “We could,” you agreed. “Maybe that's what we should do for our anniversary. Our real one.”

He chuckled and drew you close with his arm over your shoulders, pulling you snug against him. 

“I’ll remember next year,” he promised. “This is a good anniversary to celebrate too.”

You kissed under his jaw. “I think so too.”

When the sun set and the chilly air turned cold, you went back inside and started to get dinner on. They boys were working tonight, and since Danny was off, you had the house to yourselves. He still seemed a little down as you cooked together, though he was good company, and you wished there was something you could do to help cheer him up.

“Do you mind if I put some music on?” you asked, not wanting to overstimulate him like you had earlier. “How’s your headache?”

He smiled. “Better, thanks. Crank up the tunes, honey.”

You put your Halloween playlist back on, and when Bowie’s “Magic Dance” came on, you had an idea of something to help loosen Danny up.

You held out your hand. “Dance with me.”

He grinned and took your hand. “As you wish, my love.”

There in the middle of the kitchen, while dinner simmered on the stove, you drew him into a footloose and fancy-free dance of careless steps to the funky tune. You sang along, swinging and twirling and grooving to the music; he mimicked you with much more grace and effortless cool, complimenting your awkward, happy dancing. Both of you danced and jumped along with the song, laughing and crashing into each other with clumsy, carefree movements that brought you together in the joy and comfort and ease you shared.

“Is my dance magic working?” you asked.

He laughed. “I think so, honey. I feel all limbered up.”

He listened to the music attentively for a moment.

“There’s kind of a sexy little guitar riff coming up, if I remember correctly,” he said.

You knew exactly what he was talking about. You tossed your hair and gave him a hooded smile when the riff played, skating your hands over your body. He pinked and gave you a devilish grin.

“Better watch out, kitkat,” he teased. “You’re gonna get yourself in trouble dancing like that.”

You put your arms around his neck. “Put that baby’s spell on me, loverboy.”

He scooped you up and held you in his strong arms, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Don't have to tell me twice, honey.”

You giggled. “What about dinner?”

“Let it burn. I've got a taste for burnt food now.”

You laughed, big and bright and joyful, and held his face as you kissed him deeply.

“I sure do love you, Danny.”

He smiled and looked up at you with nothing short of adoration. “Aw, kitkat. I sure do love you too.”

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some rambles on my takes on the acachallas <333

papa acachalla is very much a tired dad who doesn’t really care all too much about anything. any which way. he’s hooked up with a guy before to experiment, went “eh” and completely forgot about it. sally puts him in dresses and makeup for her tea parties and he surprisingly never complains. he instantly accepted sue as his daughter, even though he did complain about getting another child. sally told him one day she likes girls and he went “huh. well i guess you got that from me” and then took her out for ice cream. he’s perpetually tired and over time, has become hard to phase. billy sprouts wings and flies around? well, that’s to be expected, it’s tuesday after all. sally’s eyes turns black and she starts screaming for waffles? no big deal, he keeps a freezer of waffles for this. he loves gertrude but doesn’t show it as much as he should, but he’s trying. he does the universal dad stance and squints his eyes whenever the kids show him anything on their phones. his idea of a romantic date is going to the nearest burger place on a busy friday night. he got himself a nice comfy couch in the living room and falls asleep on it regularly. he’s such a dad, but refuses to admit it.

gertrude is tall and thin, with slightly bony features and liver spots scattered across her body. her face wrinkles whenever she laughs, smiles or cries. her shoulders are broad and thick, her hips are blocky and her build is stocky but thin, like a twig. she casually mentions her memories of putting on a dress for the first time and realizing she was a girl the whole time. she still tucks her kids in, even though they’re in their twenties, thirties and forties. she buys ice cream for any kid she sees without enough money for the ice cream truck. she watched hours upon hours of youtube tutorials for afro-textured hair when they took sally in, and now she can do dozens upon dozens of hairstyles for her. she hand-sews dresses for sue and repairs billy’s work clothes. she buys a new computer for spencer every two-three years and leaves it at his door with a snack plate. she takes her beloved granddaughter, ivy, out for ice cream and movie dates so maddie and/or billy can have a day off. she pulls a blanket over papa when he falls asleep in his chair, and fixes hot cocoa for everyone on cold nights. she has a self care day every week where she rests and watches her favorite movie/shows.

sue loves everything feminine, and simultaneously embraces everything non-feminine about herself. she wears pink dresses with frilly lace and bows, and proudly displays her thick arm and leg hair wherever she goes. she works out and shows off her thick muscles and abs. she’s not fluent in spanish, but speaks it regularly regardless. she carries sally on her shoulders and clumsily makes little dresses for her niece, ivy (they’re always messy, but ivy loves them anyways). she grows her hair out to her shoulders and ties it up with the same bow sally got her every day. she has a partner, rebecca, who she even tried to learn how to cook for just to bring her goodies (they’re often burnt, but rebecca never complains). she loves chick flicks, romcoms and comedies, and hides at horror movies. she’s set up a really cozy room for herself and rebecca in the house, with all of rebecca’s things in it that she bought with weeks of saved up allowance money. she loves and loves and loves. her hugs are warm and all-encompassing, and she’ll hug just about anyone for any reason. she’s enthusiastic and genuine in everything she does.

billy is much smarter than he lets on. he has abandonment issues and often hides behind a childish, “dumber” facade as a way to cope. he sometimes can’t look in the mirror because all he sees is his mother’s face staring back at him. he’s lanky but not quite tall. he’s close with his twin sister, charlie, despite being separated for much of their childhood. he goes out to movies and aquariums and zoos with her, and is fully fluent in sign language. he’ll do it so naturally that he sometimes uses sign language at home, because he forgets he’s not around charlie anymore. he never even thought he’d want to be a dad but he is so, so utterly taken with his daughter, ivy. he takes lots of pictures of her and proudly displays each and every single drawing she has ever made for him. he carries her on his shoulders and impulse buys clothes and toys for her all the time. he’s grown to find comfort in maddie’s presence, now that the two are in a healthy relationship. he irons his shirt and picked up sewing from gertrude. he’s started watching shows with papa every sunday evening as a way to bond. he’s indescribably close to sally; the two just understand each other in a way no one else does. they’ll sit in silence watching a movie together. he’ll play tea parties with sally every single time she asks without fail. he’s learned how to do her hair just to spend quiet evenings braiding it. he and sue go to zoos together, and he helps coach her on the few recipes he does know- and gets very proud when she outshines him. he prefers to be around people, but often takes an hour or two in the evenings to just have his own time, and he sits listening to music.

sally is larger than life and makes sure everyone around her knows it. she’s energetic, she’s fun, she’s loud and bright and bubbly and talkative and cheerful and so, so much more. she’s as bright and warm as the sun, and simultaneously just as brutal when she slips into her more monstrous form. she likes all things pink and purple and sparkly and glittery. she likes frills and laces and beads and pearls. she likes dresses and skirts and pretty shoes. she likes just about anything and everything pretty. she’ll befriend any animal she comes across, even dangerous ones, and they never harm her. she’s a complete and total optimist through and through, but isn’t nearly as oblivious or naive as she once was; still, it’s something she struggles with on occasion. gertrude takes her out and helps sally build her confidence and as much independence as possible, and sally loves it. she loves going to new places and exploring- zoos, aquariums, art galleries, museums, lighthouses, libraries, everything. she's become incredibly eager to learn and absorb new information, and her curiosity is limitless. she spends so, so, so much time with her siblings and spencer (even if spencer likes to pretend he hates it most of the time). she's almost never without either one of her siblings, or gertrude. she's a mama's girl and daddy's girl at the same time.

spencer doesn't like to be alone nearly as much as he claims he does. in reality, he hates being alone so much and fears being abandoned again- but he would never admit that to anyone. still, gertrude notices, and goes out of her way to do nice things for him and give him quiet reassurances that he belongs here, that he has a home here now. the basement was completely renovated so spencer can have a nice bedroom, and gertrude got him a complete gaming setup too. he plays video games a lot and streams them, and gertrude, sally and billy all watch every single stream he does (unless they're working). spencer has gradually warmed up to the other family members, and can even be spotted on sunday nights curled up on the opposite couch to papa acachalla, intently watching the movie on screen (which he insisted needed to be some mystery, action or horror movie, and papa always lets spencer have the remote). spencer will happily infodump for hours about computers and video games and computer mechanics and everything in between, to anyone who will listen.

maddie is incredibly passionate over anything and everything she puts her mind to. she used to obsess over billy, until she found out she was pregnant and began therapy- now she obsesses over making sure her daughter is healthy, happy, has everything, is learning everything, and can grow up to be a wonderful person. she sews clothes for ivy, cooks her all three meals a day, bakes her goodies for school, crafts and carves toys for her, and heavily researches all the best places nearby to take her. she's an extraordinarily loving mother who always does her absolute best in everything. she did quit her job for a while, but now finds purpose outside of motherhood in crafting furniture and toys to sell to others. she's learned to enjoy having her own time, and has rediscovered herself- she's learned she likes rock music and occasional heavy metal, she's learned she prefers savory over sweet things except on special occasions, she's learned she has a good eye for fashion and that she enjoys window-shopping whenever possible. she goes to therapy every week and has even taken a handful of community college classes purely to learn new things rather than to get a degree. she's loud and super energetic when she's excited. she has incredibly steady hands and surprisingly sharp focus. she's learned asl fluently, and is learning spanish alongside her daughter so they can talk to each other. she likes museums and art galleries because she gets to learn new things and see new things. she's grown into her own person, and has become an incredible mother as well.

[caraphernellie]

My beautiful princess I love you

👰‍♀️💍👰‍♀️

That’s us getting married

omg ily so much maddie

this is literally us for reals

and also this is our castle (we are princesses)

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

04: Delight

Will hikes a babbling Maddie up further on his hip, smiling softly. Maddie reaches a chubby hand up to close in a fist around a lock of Will’s hair, tugging on it.

“Ah, ah, Maddie let go.” Wills tells her as sternly as he can manage (which isn’t very stern at all)

Maddie smiles and pulls on it again, giggling. Will gently unclenches her fist and moves his hair out of her grasp.

Will sets her down on the counter for a moment to tie his hair back in a short pony tail and Maddie stares at him in betrayal.

Her face screws up as she wails and Will heaves a sigh before picking her up again. He tries gently rocking her and then offering her a bottle, but nothing works.

He tugs a strand of hair out of his ponytail and dangles it in front of Maddie, allowing her to grab it. She instantly calms down and her face lights up in delight as she squeezes.

Despite himself, Will chuckles.

[heartstringsduet]

michelle!!!! i’m always thinking of first aid because it’s such a rich and vivid au and the story you took us on with those two will be firmly cemented in my brain forever in the best way. i also adore let me of course, but especially ‘in grief and lamentation” like !!!! you’re so so talented and the way you dig deep into these boys and their minds is such a treat for us <33 —maddie/reyesstrand

Hahaha I wanted to be a sleuth and figure out who this was from in the first sentence only to see it at the bottom BUT . I was right! I recognized you <3 How could I not from your consistently wonderful, heart-warming, motivating comments you leave on everyone's fic basically 🥹 I'm so so happy you love my favorite babies so much too. Thank you for your kind words, always !! Anonymously - or not - tell me what passage, fic, line of narration, or anything you remember me by as a writer.

[larsgoingtomars]

WHY ARE YOU SO SWEET 😭😭 I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SM OMG YOURE SUCH A NICE PERSON I DONY DESERVE YOU

[papayadays]

🧋 what team would you love to see a driver drive for one day? or what’s a crazy teammate team situation you’d like to see?

OOOH OKAY! hear me out, oscar at red bull? would send mark into a heart attack but still. idk that's random. also i would love lestappen or carcar team pairings. i need lestappen pairing so bad, like that would water my crops. tysm for all the questions maddie!! 🫶

[loveyouanyway]

9-1-1 ✦ S2 EP8

[fatiinjadmani]

"Wait —" Fatin reached out, grabbing Maddie by the arm, tugging the blonde toward her, back into the light. It was the only light switch she'd found after she'd woken in total darkness, and by the time she'd managed to flick it on, she'd been so distracted by the revelation that Maddie was in the bed beside her, her hair spread around her like a halo, she hadn't taken the opportunity to actually see what was in the room. Wherever they were, whatever had happened, she wasn't alone. That was what had mattered to her most. Until she'd seen the bathroom, anyway. Realising the ensuite in their shared room was what the light had been for, Fatin began to hyperventilate, feeling a sob build in her chest. "Wait a fucking second. Is that - indoor plumbing?" The sob finally hit, and she pulled Maddie into a tight hug instead, squealing. "Oh my god! We're saved! We're fucking saved!"

[hearts-hunger]

to be loved by you || josh kiszka x reader

Read on AO3 | Masterlist | Standalone in the Cabin Fever universe

Summary: Josh helps you tidy the house.

Pairings: Josh x Reader | Genre: fluff | Word Count: 2k | Warnings: none!

A/N: I missed Josh and Baby :( Here's a little fluff for your afternoon ♡

How silly would it be to cry about a pile of laundry?

At the moment, you couldn’t exactly rationalize yourself out of it — the laundry in a heap on your couch, plus the dishes in the sink and the vacuum that taunted you from the corner of the room, seemed as likely a reason for a tearful outburst as anything else. You had about two hours worth of manic organizing and cleaning under your belt, and it had finally crashed into despair and frustration at the reality that it wasn’t amounting to much. Your house still looked as messy as before; perhaps more so, as your frenzied “cleaning” had put much of the house in disarray in your attempts to organize.

You heard the front door open, and you realized with a slash of guilt and panic that your boyfriend was coming home to nothing short of a disaster. You looked around the living room for something to put away to make it marginally less horrible, but one look at the place had you close to tears again.

“Baby, I’m home.” His cheerful voice had you tangled up in knots, and you couldn’t do anything but stand in the middle of the chaos and let it play out.

He came into the living room, and for a moment, he only had eyes for you.

“Hi honey,” he said with a sweet smile. “What’s — ” The state of the room caught his attention then. “Woah, what happened in here?”

Your face felt hot. “Um... cleaning?”

He didn’t say anything, but the quirk of his expressive brow told you all you needed to know.

“Okay,” he said evenly. His gaze lit on the books taken off the shelf and piled on the floor in alphabetical order, the knick-knacks that had been painstakingly dusted but not put back where they went, and the accursed pile of laundry that was all clean but still in a warm, fresh-scented heap.

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly. “I didn’t mean for you to come home to all this. I just got in the middle of it, and I forgot you were coming home soon.”

“It’s alright, baby,” he said kindly. “Can I help?”

“But you just got home,” you said weakly.

He shrugged. “I don’t mind.” He picked up a stack of books, putting them back on the shelf without knowing how you had been trying to sort them, and you made a little noise of discontent.

“What?” he asked. He looked at you over the cover of The Fellowship of the Ring. “You’re putting these somewhere else?”

“No, I just...” You hid behind your hands. “I was trying to organize them. I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

You heard him put the books down and come over to you; a moment later, you felt his hands on yours, drawing them down to see your face.

“Hey, my love,” he said gently. “Talk to me.”

You could hardly meet his gaze. “I’m sorry the house is a wreck, Josh.”

“So you said. I forgive you.” His smile was lopsided and sweet. “I feel like this is about more than just organizing books, yeah?”

Your head landed on his chest with a soft thump. “Yeah.”

He hugged you and ran his hands up and down your back. “You know, I’ve heard that if someone starts to clean out of the blue, it’s probably because they have something going on in their head that feels messy and disorganized.”

“That makes sense,” you said pitifully. 

“So what’s going on that feels messy?” he asked. “Is it something I can help with?”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed close to him. “You always help, Josh.”

“Well, that’s sweet of you to say,” he said sincerely. “I try my best. I’m glad you think so.”

He gently combed his fingers through your hair. “I’m sorry things feel messy for you right now,” he said gently. “Did it help to work on the house?”

“A little,” you said. “But now it’s all halfway done, and...”

“And you’re all out of energy,” he guessed. “That’s okay. Why don’t you go have a rest? Take a shower or a nap or something. I think a little recharge would help.”

You lifted your head. “I don’t want you to clean everything, Josh.”

“I’ll leave out the stuff you’re wanting to sort through,” he promised.

“That’s not what I meant,” you said. “I ought to clean up since I’m the one who destroyed the whole house.”

He looked a little unsure then, but still as kind and patient as ever. “Is the rest of the house, uh... partly organized too?”

You put your head back on his chest in answer, and he chuckled as he held you close.

“Should I make some tea?” he asked. 

“Don’t go in the kitchen,” you said miserably. “It’s worse than in here.”

He laughed. “What do you mean? What did you do to our perfectly nice kitchen, baby?”

“I was trying to clean out the fridge,” you said, your voice muffled against his shirt. “And I did, but now there’s a sink full of dishes, and...” A few tears did fall then, guilt and frustration welling up to a breaking point. “Maybe you should go live at Sam and Danny’s until I get finished.”

“Baby,” he said, sympathetic and affectionate. He brushed the tears from your face. 

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” he said. “You picked a lot of big things to tackle and just got overwhelmed, that’s all. I’d really like to help if you tell me what needs doing.”

“Everything needs doing.”

He kissed your forehead. “Well, then everything is what we’ll do.” He squeezed you tight and let you go, gently steering you towards the bedroom. “But for right now, I think you should go take a break.”

“Are you sure?” you asked.

He nodded. “I’m completely sure. Just don’t try to organize anything in there.”

You gave a watery laugh, and he gave you a sweet, gentle kiss.

“I love you, baby,” he said. “Even when you do destroy the house.”

You hugged him again. “I love you too, Josh.”

You went to take a shower, and like Josh had known it would be, it was a good reset for you and got you in a better headspace. You came out to the living room to hear the sounds of dishes being done and a Marvin Gaye song on the speaker, and when you came to the kitchen doorway, you couldn’t help but smile.

“But you brightened up all my days,” Josh sang, using a soapy spoon as a microphone. “With a love so sweet in so many ways.”

He caught sight of you, and he came over to you and took your hand. “Dance with me, baby.”

You let yourself be pulled into his dance, falling easily into the tangible joy and comfort Josh took with him where he went. He pressed close with one hand on the small of your back, swaying you back and forth; he kissed you as he tossed the spoon into the sink, happy and careless with you so close.

“I wanna stop and thank you baby,” he sang.

“Thank me for giving you more work?” you teased.

He grinned. “Thank you for giving me an excuse to dance in the kitchen.” He spun you around and put his hands on your hips when you were face to face again. “Feeling better?”

You nodded and kissed him again. “Much better. Thank you for doing the dishes.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” He nodded to the kettle on the stove. “There’s water for tea, and I thought we could put on our movie while we fold laundry.”

You put your arms around his neck. “Why do you take such good care of me?”

“I don’t think you need to ask that, sweetheart,” he said, showering your face with kisses. “You know the answer already.”

You did, and you were so thankful for his selfless love.

“You were better to me than I've been to myself,” you sang along, brushing his curls back from his face. “For me, there's you and nobody else.”

His smile lit up his face. “Aw, baby. You’re so sweet, you know that?”

You blushed. “Marvin Gaye’s the sweet one.”

He laughed, and you loved the sound of it. “Maybe, but I like your voice even better than I like his.”

You put the clean dishes away as he finished washing them, and when the kitchen was set to rights and both of you had mug of tea in hand, you went to tackle the living room. With Josh’s help, things were tidied and put back in short order and both of you sat on the floor to start folding the laundry. He put on Dirty Dancing and gave you the towels to fold.

“You’re giving me the easy stuff,” you protested.

“I hate folding towels,” he said. “Let me do the clothes and you’ll be doing me a favor.”

You smiled to yourself and did as he said, and the work was easy and even fun with Josh by your side giving his running commentary on the movie you’d heard a million times but would never tire of hearing.

Halfway through, you paused the movie to put all the folded laundry away and order takeout. Josh generously shared his orange chicken even after you’d mistakenly said you wouldn’t want any, and he cleared everything away when you were finished.

He came back to the couch and sprawled across it, tired and content. You turned to face him, and he propped himself up on his arm.

“Hey, Josh?”

He tucked your hair behind your ear. “Yes, my love.”

You leaned into his touch. “What can I do for you?”

“What do you mean?” He brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You don’t owe me, if that’s what you’re thinking. I helped you because I love you. Because taking care of you is my job.”

Your smile was a little rueful. “Most jobs give you some kind of compensation.”

“Oh, don’t sell yourself short,” he teased, giving you a kiss.

“Compensation,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re crazy, girl. If you made me miserable every day of my life I’d still clean your kitchen and fold your laundry.”

“That’s so stupid,” you laughed. “Promise me you won’t do that.”

“No way,” he said. He was a little lost in kissing you, and you came up to lay with him on the couch so it was easier for him.

“I know what you can do for me,” he said.

“Oh yeah?” You were a little dreamy yourself as he hovered over you, his pendant necklace swinging gently, the warm scent of his cologne enveloping you in the comfort and safety you always felt with him.

“Mmhm.” He kissed your nose, your cheeks, your jaw. “Stay right here with me and let me kiss you all night.”

You giggled. “Okay.”

He kissed you while the movie played, and you relaxed completely under his attention and affection. He was so gentle and patient, showing you how much he loved you, and you melted against him.

You gently tangled your fingers in his hair. “Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for everything you do for me. I don’t deserve you.”

He smiled and hugged you tighter.

“It’s me who doesn’t deserve you,” he said. “I’m so lucky you let me come along with you, baby. Even when there’s dishes and laundry and alphabetized books everywhere.”

You gave a soft laugh and kissed him. “I love you, Josh. Do you know that?”

“Of course I know that, baby.” He held you close and made everything right in the world. “I love you too.”

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[aaronstveit]

🌹

hi maddie tysm for asking<3333

Enjolras stares placidly. “Are you done?” “I am never done kneeling at your altar,” says Grantaire with mock sincerity. “I could use a breather, however.”

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