#Samara Cook

[giflxndia]

[queerstuffonscreen]

Pretty Little Liars (2010-2017) [I]

Episode length: 40-45 min.

Country: USA

Genre: Drama, Mystery

Language: English

Based on the Pretty Little Liars series of young adult novels by Sara Shepard, the series follows the lives of four girls — Spencer, Hanna, Aria, and Emily — whose clique falls apart after the disappearance of their queen bee, Alison. One year later, they begin receiving messages from someone using the name "A" who threatens to expose their secrets — including long-hidden ones they thought only Alison knew.

Season 1

Episode 1: Pilot

Episode 2: The Jenna Thing

Episode 3: To Kill a Mocking Girl

Episode 4: Can You Hear Me Now?

Episode 5: Reality Bites Me

Episode 6: There's No Place Like Homecoming

Episode 7: The Homecoming Hangover

Episode 8: Please, Do Talk About Me When I'm Gone

Episode 9: The Perfect Storm

Episode 10: Keep Your Friends Close

Episode 11: Moments Later

Episode 12: Salt Meets Wound

Episode 13: Know Your Frenemies

Episode 14: Careful What U Wish 4

Episode 15: If at First You Don't Succeed, Lie, Lie Again

Episode 16: Je Suis Une Amie

Episode 17: The New Normal

Episode 18: The Bad Seed

Episode 19: A Person of Interest

Episode 20: Someone to Watch Over Me

Episode 21: Monsters in the End

Episode 22: For Whom the Bell Tolls

Season 2

Episode 1: It's Alive

Episode 2: The Goodbye Look

Episode 3: My Name Is Trouble

Episode 4: Blind Dates

Episode 5: The Devil You Know

Episode 6: Never Letting Go

Episode 7: Surface Tension

Episode 8: Save the Date

Episode 9: Picture This

Episode 10: Touched by an A-ngel

Episode 11: I Must Confess

Episode 12: Over My Dead Body

Episode 13: The First Secret

Episode 14: Through Many Dangers, Toils and Snares

Episode 15: A Hot Piece of 'A'

Episode 16: Let the Water Hold Me Down

Episode 17: Blond Leading the Blind

Episode 18: A Kiss Before Lying

Episode 19: The Naked Truth

Episode 20: CTRL:A

Episode 21: Breaking the Code

Episode 22: Father Knows Best

Episode 23: Eye of the Beholder

Episode 24: If These Dolls Could Talk

Episode 25: UnmAsked

Season 3

Episode 1: It Happened 'That Night'

Episode 2: Blood is the New Black

Episode 3: Kingdom of the Blind

Episode 4: Birds of a Feather

Episode 5: That Girl Is Poison

Episode 6: The Remains of the 'A'

Episode 7: Crazy

Episode 8: Stolen Kisses

Episode 9: The Kahn Game

Episode 10: What Lies Beneath

Episode 11: Single Fright Female

Episode 12: The Lady Killer

Episode 13: This is a Dark Ride

Episode 14: She's Better Now

Episode 15: Mona Mania

Episode 16: Misery Loves Company

Episode 17: Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno

Episode 18: Dead to Me

Episode 19: What Becomes of the Broken Hearted

Episode 20: Hot Water

Episode 21: Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Episode 22: Will the Circle Be Unbroken?

Episode 23: I'm Your Puppet

Episode 24: A DAngerous GAme

Season 4

Episode 1: 'A' is for A-l-i-v-e

Episode 2: Turn of the Shoe

Episode 3: Cat's Cradle

Episode 4: Face Time

Episode 5: Gamma Zeta Die!

Episode 6: Under the Gun

Episode 7: Crash and Burn, Girl!

Episode 8: The Guilty Girl's Handbook

Episode 9: Into the Deep

Episode 10: The Mirror Has Three Faces

Episode 11: Bring Down the Hoe

Episode 12: Now You See Me, Now You Don't

Episode 13: Grave New World

Episode 14: Who's in the Box?

Episode 15: Love ShAck, Baby

Episode 16: Close Encounters

Episode 17: Bite Your Tongue

Episode 18: Hot for Teacher

Episode 19: Shadow Play

Episode 20: Free Fall

Episode 21: She's Come Undone

Episode 22: Cover for Me

Episode 23: Unbridled

Episode 24: 'A' is for Answers

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[strawberrysamara]

Why is Emmrich's last companion quest unironically the hardest choice I've ever faced in a video game?

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF ATTICAN TRAVERSE: KROGAN TEAM

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, and Urdnot Grunt With: Urdnot Wrex, Dr. Mordin Solus, Primarch Adrien Victus and The Rachni Queen I don't need luck- I have ammo. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[samaraxmorgan]

I don’t know if I’ll end up writing this but in my 2am delirium I’ve come up with a Yuuji x Reader one-shot idea:

YN and IY are always flip flopping first place in the Dance Dance Revolution leaderboard at the local arcade, and although the two of you haven’t actually ever met before, you’re destined rivals.

Rivals to… friends?? Lovers??? Even more bitter rivals????

[samaraxmorgan]

IM GONNA PASS OUT

recent comm for heianeras on twt ☆

[lockandkeyblade]

First Rule of Ghost Fight Club

Hey look ma, there's a multichapter now!

Several months ago the GiW, flush off the success of having the Anti-Ecto Acts passed– even if they had to hide it beneath several hundred adjustments to agricultural and infrastructure legislation– made a mistake.

Their little campaign of hatred was going well, maybe too well– so why not make it public? Why not grasp for a little more power, incite some torch and pitchforks? There were a dozen roads the stupid bastards could've taken, but they wanted the shortcut. The highway.

They decided that their next campaign against the ghosts would be to release several videos highlighting the utter destruction left in the wake of their fights. Show America there was something worth fighting on their hometurf. Make them angry. Make them vicious.

Jason figures they’d expected some backlash for it. There would've been a PR guy, or ten, or twenty, paid the big bucks just to sit around and consider it all. He'd interrupted enough board room meetings in his youth past life that he's got a pretty damn good idea of what to visualize; a bunch of white guys, forty plus, sitting around and deciding how people they did not know, understand, or give two fucks about were likely to receive this kind of news.

Ghosts were real, and terrible. The slogans were equally as bad, of course. And that wasn't on the PR team- that was on whatever dead-eyed millennial got paid way too little to give a fuck. Grandma can't cook you pies like she used to- she's too busy eating your soul. Little Timmy who fell down the well has taken one too many pointers from Samara Morgan. That kinda shit.

Someone was still gonna care about 'em. Someone was gonna call this inhumane. Someone would look into that Act and realize ghosts; talking, once-living people (some of 'em), had less rights than the average lab rat. Someone would start a protest.

The GiW would've thought about that and prepared for it. They must've felt invincible enough to chance it anyway, because they started uploading their 'documentaries' on the barbarity of ghosts online. Probably stroking their cliché ass moustaches and puffing cheap cigars all the while.

The fuckers would've expected all that. What they didn't expect, when blasting the world with their little softcore snuff vids, was how into it the world became.

Ghost fights? Were fucking badass.

And now the whole world knows it.

Gotham, especially, knows it. Gotham loves it. This was the kind of thing that was made to take over the nightlife of an already unhinged city; sports bars replacing football with the newest renditions of that one robot dude smacking down a couple of buildings, taking bets on what was gonna get him first– Danger Twink, Little Red Flying Hood, Morally Ambiguous Scientists, or The Man.

Proper names for each entity- and every other painfully stereotypical character involved- were hard to come by, initially. Most of those founding videos had the sound swapped out for the screams of children, flat voiceovers of scientists reminding the people that ghosts don't feel, so don't feel for them.

The bars played 'em on mute and blasted their own tunes over the top. Others had their own live MCs to commentate on the action. Robot dude got the name Gadget Goatee, the sweetass punk rock girl was On Fleek. The ghost seemingly addicted to boxes was Box Ghost. Names like that. When camera crews of reputable (and not so reputable) sports channels started sneaking into Amity Park, some names got adjusted. Some didn't.

The day pre-fight interviews began to happen was the day Jason seriously started considering why the Justice League hadn't gotten involved yet, enough to ease that question into conversation with Dickiebird. To sate his curiosity, no other reason. Turns out, Danger Twink had asked them not to. And the Justice League, full of some of the most anal and controlling people Jason has ever had the misfortune to meet, had listened to him. The petition signed by almost the entirety of Amity Park's population had probably helped.

Apparently, the city didn't want or need help. On the fighting front, at least. Nightwing is as in the dark for what, precisely, had been shared about why that was, but it was enough for Batman to raise the requirements for permission to be obtained by any hero wanting to go into Amity Park’s space– and for the rest of the founding members to approve them. 

JL's continued efforts to flatten the GiW and their miserable Anti-Ecto Acts had been cheerfully encouraged. Everything else, though? That was Danger Twink's problem. Or Phantom's joy, if you asked Jason's opinion on the matter. Not that anyone did.

The reality these days was that the government agency, high off their own fumes- as they often were- managed to fuck themselves right out of existence. And the ghosts? The ghost fights?

They were there to stay. Impressively contained within Amity Park with a startling level of confidence and control, all thanks to one girl on a hoverboard and a dead guy.

Place was even considered a chill place to visit, contrary to the continually televised property damage. The fights continued to maintain a level of popularity that was almost feverish, stealing their way into primetime television, spawning a couple dozen streaming services that would inevitably cannibalise themselves.

Oh, Jason could see the appeal of those fights. Hell, if he thought he could get away with it, he’d join ‘em. Sure, most of Gotham was into it for the more obvious reasons. Vicious mauling and extensive infrastructure repair that wasn't their problem, for once. Something new to bet on, some cool people (dead, alive, or never alive in the first place) to throw merchandise around for. The phenomenal amount of simping, the utterly batshit rule 34 that could be found online. A few ghost themed cocktails. All that good shit.

Jason just liked the sound.

He hadn't gotten into the videos until he could hear 'em, the ghosts themselves. It was something he kept to himself, seeing as- hey, no one else was mentioning it. His family was likely to think him insane again, so that was another deterrent. Nah, let folks think Red Hood enjoyed having that shit on in the background for...inspiration. Of the this might happen to the next person who crosses me variety.

But nah. He just, liked the sound.

It was like a secret concert, just for him. Some of those fights might as well be fucking operas. Full on musicals with a bit more green blood to 'em. Every ghost sang in a way Jason couldn't describe. There was a vibrato to it all, otherworldly and entrancing. A resonance that seemed to sink past his skin, right down to his soul.

They sing about obsession. They talk about what matters most to them, the parts of their unlife that are their beating hearts, their drive, their love. Every fight is an illicit fantasy, an almost embarrassing revelation of the people beneath the caricatures– Gotham sees neat fights, and Jason hears souls. 

It was simultaneously off-putting and addictive.

And fuck him sideways, but sometimes? The songs were kind of cute.

Especially the ones for Danger Twink. Most of the songs were for Danger Twink. Phantom, as he kept trying to tell the media, over and over again. The kid barely looked legal, though it was hard to tell when he was, y'know, six feet under. Brat could be 

Bruce's great grandpa several times over, for all he knew.

But he wasn't, if the songs were anything to go by. As far as the ghosts were concerned, this implied to be twenty year-old was, in ghost terms, baby. He was baby.

All the other ghosts knew it. All the other ghosts adored it. A solid fifty percent of the songs Jason could hear, day in, day out, were basically gooshy renditions of look at our small king. Our light. He has grown so much.

That Phantom’s response is usually the equivalent of mom please, you’re embarrassing me, as he makes a crater out of the earth with his opponent? Classic.

In a way, this whole shebang the world was addicted to was just a community trying to rear their child. Their potentially important child, or just important to them. Jason really didn’t know which way it was leaning, and it’s not like he could ask.

Really, he was just content to witness, maybe fantasize, a little, about what kind of songs they’d sing under his fists. What kind of song Phantom might sing, if Jason pinned him into the dirt.

One video changes that.

It’s a new one. Gotham is terribly excited by it; wherever Jason goes, he sees advertisements and hears people talking because– new ghost. New ghost. A new challenger approaches. The bars and the television companies keep any hints of who or what this late entry to the game might be, and it’s smart. Everybody’s talking about it. Fuck, even Tim is talking about it, and that little idiot hates the whole thing. Thinks it’s sickening that any being’s pain could be turned into sport.

Not that he’s wrong, just, y’know. No one’s really being hurt. 

Jason thinks he might also be… a little anticipatory. He’s gotten awfully familiar with the usual roster, their songs something that rattles off in his head throughout the day. He knows– heh. He knows what Phantom sings back to them. Intimately. Has that part memorized, and he’s not ashamed to admit it.

He wants to hear Phantom sing about something new. That’s what’s exciting.

It’s exciting right up until he’s slouched down at a bar, eyes fixed to the screen and the cheers of the crowd around him drowned out by a tune that turns his blood to ice, stirs up something that’s been quiet in him for years, until his eyes flash green.

Because the new ghost doesn’t want to play with Phantom. He wants to own him. Like a dog. With discordant notes that sound like laughter, high pitched and crazed, like a metal pipe slamming into his face, over and over again–

And Phantom is defiant, glorious, powerful.

Afraid.

Jason doesn’t remember getting onto his bike, but as he heads east, he knows exactly where he’s going. Fuck permission, fuck the Justice League, and fuck Phantom for trying to handle that sort of shit on his own.

He doesn’t know how he’s gonna do it, but this Plasmius guy? Is about to learn what it’s like to die. For the second time.

[sky-scribbles]

You know what I really appreciate about Kaidan's character arc? He gets a story about finding self-acceptance and letting himself let go and feel things - but at the same time, he still gets to be an introvert. He still gets to be, in his words, someone who isn't 'the life of the party, who has a lot of friends'.

I mean - in ME1, Kaidan fully admits to a romanced Shepard that he doesn't feel human. When he killed Vyrnnus, he became someone Rahna was afraid of, someone she saw as dangerous... so he holds himself to nigh-impossible standards. 'You never let yourself lose control,' Shepard tells him. He's very, very indirect in a lot of his conversations with Shep, because he's trying so hard not to be too direct, too forward; he's constantly polite and disciplined and professional because he can't be a problem. He can't let anyone see him as unpredictable or dangerous because that's when they start seeing you as terrifying. That's when people you love look at you like you're not human.

But Shepard can encourage him to let himself feel, and show it - 'I might need to loosen up. A little,' he admits, sheepishly - and when you see him again on Horizon, he lets his feelings be open and messy and a Problem. By ME3, he's completely embracing his nature as a biotic, gleefully letting everyone know at the Citadel party that he can Reave now, joining in with the other biotics roasting James in the 'biotics vs strength' argument. He's accepted himself, he knows his friends accept him, and he's letting himself laugh and drink and dance like a complete dork, and he's grown so much, and yet -

And yet, he's still a fundamentally quiet, self-contained person. Maybe I'm just jaded from all the media where introverted characters get told to loosen up, and then they suddenly realise that they do want to be the life of the party now actually. But Kaidan? Kaidan hangs out in the observation deck, perhaps the quietest part of the Normandy - the same place where Samara spent her time, a place where no other characters are present. (Ashley, in comparison, spends a lot of time hanging out in the bar, where there are constantly other characters around). Kaidan's Citadel hangout with Shepard? He doesn't head out onto the Silversun Strip with you like many of the other characters; his ideal evening is cooking a meal for his friend/partner and having a chill time with the two of you. A lot of the conversations you have with him on board ship are quiet, introspective. His hangout place on the Citadel is a quiet Presidium cafe.

It's just... comforting to me. He grows, but he doesn't have to change who he fundamentally is, y'know? ME3 Kaidan is more confident and sociable and (despite everything) happy than ME1 Kaidan, but he's still a guy who's not fond of too much lights or noise or crowds, who's soft-spoken and sensitive, who gets caught up in his own thoughts sometimes. I just really appreciate that.

[clownfcker69]

Im bored 😭😭 i played Homicipher yesterday and kinda unmotivated to draw but uhhh I LOVE MR CRAWLING SM i decided to give him some headcanons bc why not lol

My Headcanons for Mr.Crawling :

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୨୧ He is disabled! probably poor eye vision (vision Impairment) and lack of mobility in his legs (physical disability) if he were to walk he would either use crutches or a wheelchair, also uses his hands and his hearing to get around

୨୧ Doesn't cut his hair, thinks it's unnecessary because he is a spirit afterall why do spirits even need haircuts anyway? also he thinks mc might find it cute/beautiful on him

୨୧ Licks mc A LOT. not for sexual pleasure of course, he gives them love bites, licks them like a puppy because he saw a dog doing it with their owner and mc had to explain to him what it meant so he percieves licking their face = as affection

୨୧ Likes to prank mc by scaring them thinks their reactions are hilarious would hide where they least expect him but if mc gets scared to a point they would cry he would feel bad and comfort them and apologize repeatedly

୨୧ Ever since coming to the human world he is OBSESSED with the ring and grudge horror films always points to the screen when sadako or samara appear he thinks they are relateable (look wise)

୨୧ When mc is out for work he gets very sad like a dog, always whines and tugs at their leg if they have to go

୨୧ When alone and mc isn't there he cuddles with their clothing or their pillow because it smells like them

୨୧ ABSOLUTELY adores mc would get trinkets/little gifts for them (usually things from outside) to show how much he appreciates them

୨୧ Tries to understand human language, mc got him childrens story books (easier to understand) his favorite is Alice in Wonderland because Alice reminds him of mc

୨୧ Also takes on the husband role, cooks, cleans and takes care of mc he loves putting mc first his love language is being selfless even if it meant to ignore his own needs

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ALSO QUICK!!!! these are my headcanons only, they're not canon, you do not have to like them, i just think he's a neat malewife.

[vvisteriagrows]

excitement was better than dread, and dread was better than flat - out rejection. was bea excited ? it felt like excitement, but sam's enthusiasm was bright enough to overshadow everything else. a kiss to the back of her hand, and the answer came easier : " i'm excited. " if it was a lie, she would atone for it later in private. flush bloomed across soft features, but she buried the earnestness of response beneath a roll of her eyes. " you're really good at flattering the people who agree with you. do you know that ? " the lingering thought of the event left her stomach roiling, and bea found herself holding onto the hand a bit tighter. she pulsed her grip a few times, masking momentary unsteadiness with guise of motivation. " yes. right. i mean, " it wasn't hard. there was a lot to like about sam. enough that it actually made her a little angry to think she'd gotten dumped in the same way bea had. " it's not a bad place to start a lie from a place of honesty, right ? we ran in similar circles because of our exes, and turned a bad situation into . . . " triumph ? fireworks ? " an opportunity. "

“ oh, i am excited, ” sam confirmed, her voice lighter than usual. the idea of outshining their exes seemed to ignite a spark in her eyes, and bea’s laughter only fueled the grin on her face. she gestured toward her with an exaggerated point, her mouth falling open in mock surprise. “ see? you’re excited too, admit it. ” her fingers intertwined with bea’s, twisting their hands together effortlessly. before she even registered it, sam pressed a soft kiss to her hand, the gesture light and quick, almost as if she didn’t realize she had done it. “ so fair, ” sam said, her voice taking on a teasing tone. “ you'll upstage the brides. i mean, you do that with your face card alone. ” she paused, her eyes lingering on bea. even without all the glam, she was still striking in a way sam hadn't fully appreciated until now. it was like she was seeing her for the first time, really seeing her. it made her chest tighten, but she shook it off quickly, refocusing on the plan. “ anyway, ” she continued a little too fast, “ back to the fake dating, right? how’d we realize we liked each other? ”

[giflxndia]

[femalestunning]

The most voted woman will be the Female of The Month of June 2024!

[strawberrysamara]

I wanna bake a cake today, but what kind should I make....

[websterss]

Hello - I know your requests are closed right now but, if you come back, can you write the proposal scene for the Dad! Ethan continuation thing? But every time Ethan tried to propose Samara keeps getting in the way with her antics. Even better if he pops the question without thinking after both he and Y/N are laughing after one of Samara’s shenanigans

(Don’t make me write the proposal scene💀🤣) So that was a lie.

𝐒𝐎...𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄? — 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angst, fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,298

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Ethan Landry x fem!Reader    

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! and happy new year! <;33

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

#The first time Ethan tries to propose, Samara is sick.

“Hey, you got a minute?” Ethan pops his face into the kitchen, where he sees Samara in your arms pushing against your chest and face. He rocks on his feet, his hand reaching into his back pocket, patting the black velvet box, he’s kept hidden from you for over a year since he had gone to Chad and Sam for their blessing.

“Y-Yeah what’s– Sammy baby–”

“No, no, no, no.” She shakes her head at you.

“-What’s up?” You huff, as she starts to cry out in discomfort. 

Ethan takes a deep breath, his eyes glimmering with genuine concern as he looks into your eyes. “She ok?” His eyes travel down to her flushed face. He walks over and presses the back of his hand against her forehead.

“I think she has a fever. I came in here to take her temperature but it appears I’ve misplaced the damn thing…So I’m probably just going to take her to the bathroom. Let the room steam up and see if I can get her to fall asleep.” Ethan nods as you begin to walk down the hallway. He silently follows you both and finds a seat against the tiled floors, gesturing to you to hand over Samara. 

Ethan smiles, taking Samara into his arms. Her feverish eyes stare into his, her expression one of pure adoration. She reaches a handout and touches Ethan’s cheek, her fingertips gently stroking his jawline. Ethan watches her silently, and a small smile crosses his lips. There’s a flicker of warmth in his eyes as he shifts Samara in his arms, and she leans her head against his chest. You look over your shoulder as you shake your dampened hand. The water fills up the tub making you grow closer to your little family from the loudness it emits. 

“You just needed daddy to hold you huh?” You hum as you push back her curls. 

Samara’s eyes flicker shut as Ethan strokes a finger down her face. Her expression sags and a smile breaks across her lips. “Mmm.” She coos, her fingers curling into a fist as she leans heavier against Ethan’s chest. She rests her head against his shoulder.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” 

“Mmm?” Ethan bit his lip and looked up at you. “Oh, that…just what you wanted for dinner tomorrow. I was thinking of takeout again, Moreno’s around the corner.” 

“Oh yeah, I don’t mind. Saves me the hassle of cooking.” You both laugh it out, the steam getting to the both of you but you didn’t mind it, Samara was getting her sleep. 

–

#The second time Ethan tries to propose, Samara gets bitten by a dog at the park.

Ethan looks up from his seat after writing down some notes. He sees you and smiles, waving you over. He sets aside his textbook on the blanket. “You're late?" He teases.

"Not my fault…someone wouldn’t leave until we found her red hair clip." You huff as you plop down onto the blanket across from him. Your eyes softened though watching Samara run into her daddy's arms. 

“Daddy!”

“Hi, baby.” Ethan cooed, as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Don’t you look pretty?”

“Mommy did it.” Samara turned her neck to give Ethan the full view of her space buns. 

“Yeah, mommy is good with her hands huh?” You scowled at the innuendo he threw out. He bit his lip to keep him from bursting into a fit of laughs. 

“Mhmm.” Samara hums, agreeing and completely oblivious to her daddy’s stupidity. You roll your eyes. 

Ethan laughs at your grumbling. “So, I’ve been thinking..."

"That's never a good thing." You smirk, letting out a laugh.

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Shut up.”

“Mommy a doggy…” Samara pulls at your sleeve getting up from Ethan’s grip. “Can I pet it?”

“Yeah, baby…” You respond to her not fully growing aware of what her question entailed. "I'm all ears." You lean back and give Ethan your attention.

"I think we should...you know..." His eyes glance away for a moment as if contemplating whether or not to say something. He looks over to Samara then double takes as he weighs in at the fact she was growing closer to a dog without a leash. “Sammy!” He panics, taking off into a sprint, your mom instincts kick in and you sprint after Ethan. Your heart feels like it snaps into two after she lets out a bloody murder yell. Ethan picks her up, inspecting the hand she cradled to her chest.

“Oh my god, oh god!” You run a hand through your hair as you look closer. 

“It didn’t break through her skin, it just indented her. It might bruise a little though.” Ethan reassured the ongoing battle he knew you’d be having right about now. You both took her back to the blanket, her signs of distress catching the other's attention. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Is she okay?” The missing leash appeared along with what you assumed was the owner. 

“Yeah, nothing too serious, just some bruising that will hurt for a while.” Ethan looked her over once more, pressing a small kiss to the side of her head. “Did he bite you hard?” Ethan asked her. A pouty nod was her only response. “Yeah? We’re gonna go home now, but a bandaid on your booboo.” He gestured to the arm she was holding. When she heard home her eyes widened, and a smile crept onto your face.

“No, no, no. Icecream.”

“You sure you’re hurt?” He muttered to himself, but you heard him nonetheless. “She gets it from you.” He turned to you.

You gasped. “Me?”

–

#The third time Ethan tries to propose, Samara finds the wedding ring. 

“Hey babe have you seen my tie–” Ethan called out to you as he entered your shared bedroom. He stopped at the door as he saw Samara sitting center bed with the black velvet box he’d gone through war to keep out of your sight.

“You’re what?” You called out.

“Uh…Nothing, nothing, I found it!” He cursed under his breath as he reached for the small child. He approached with caution cause one wrong move she’d cry and you’d be alerted. “Sammy.” She looked up playing with the box, his best bet was that she was trying to figure out how to open it.

“Pretty.” She held it out for him. 

“Yeah it’s very pretty…pretty box baby. For me?” She nods and he grabs it from her. He goes to stand up and hide it somewhere where Samara wouldn’t be able to reach, but when she looks up at him with her eyes, the same eyes he gets to look into every day. Sammy may have gotten his devious smile and his curls, but she got your eyes. “You wanna see wants inside?”

She nodded eagerly. He chuckled, then plopped down the bed in front of her. “You can’t tell mommy about this though.” He smirked. 

“Is a secwet?” He bit his lip, knowing she still couldn’t roll her r’s just yet, but her effort was one of the things he loved about his daughter. 

“Yeah, it’s a secret, so don’t tell…shhhh.” He pressed his finger to his lip. She nodded and mimicked him. Now talking in a low whisper. When he lifted the lid, his heart soared at the way her eyes lit up. She let out a long gasp. She looked at him and then to the ring again.

“For mommy!” She gasped again. 

“You think mommy would like it?” He looked at it with a funny face.

She nodded eagerly. “I want one too.”

“You want one too…I’ll see what I can do alright.” Ethan chuckled. 

“Ethan, have you seen my heels?”

“Did you check in the closet by the door?” He called out over his shoulder, then threw a wink to Sammy.

“No!” He heard you rush to the hallway. 

Samara then looked at the white heels that were by the door. She pointed at them then tilted her head at him as if to say Really. Ethan bit his lip to contain his laughter. 

“Don’t look at me like that…” He did laugh this time. He needed to find his tie. It was date night, one where he was going to take you out for dinner, then hopefully propose, but seeing Samara plop back onto your pillows, he wished to stay home with the two of you now. He looked back at where your heels rest then back to the literal definition of trouble. “Sammy?”

“Mmm?” She sits up.

“You wanna do me a favor?”

“What?”

-

#The fourth time Ethan tries to propose, Samara holds your heels hostage. 

“Sammy!” You run after her as she dodges and weaves her way around the apartment. “Sammy I really need my shoes baby.” You grow annoyed as Ethan chuckles from where he stands in the kitchen. “A little help here!” You sigh. 

“Oh, c’mon—you seem to be doing fine.” Ethan grins, leaning against the wall, legs crossed as he watches you chase Samara around. “Why’re we in such a hurry anyway?”

“We have a reservation!” Your eyes almost fall out of their sockets.

“Well, I’m sure we can spare a few more seconds.” He leans off the wall and walks over. Sammy darts away, squealing and giggling, but Ethan easily catches her before she even reaches the living room. “Gotcha” He says, grinning. 

“Really?” You huff, then shake your head. 

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t be such a grouch.” He teases, then tickles her, making her laugh and squirm as she tries to get away from him. Ethan kisses her cheek again. Sammy squeals, hiding her face against his arm while he kisses her head, ruffling her hair. 

"I don't mean to be it's just...I don't wanna be late. I'm sorry." You look down at the joyous smile on your daughter's face, and let your shoulders shrug. You could never be mad at her. 

Ethan rolls his eyes—but not in annoyance, in fond amusement. “Well…let’s not keep mommy waiting now!”  He laughs, then kneels on one knee beside her, you miss what he says to her in her ear. You quirk an eyebrow at your two troublemakers. 

“Here mommy.” You look down at Ethan as you go to grab the heels, only it's not your heels that your hands touch. You immediately look down and your heart comes to a stop at the small black velvet box in your grasp.

“You wanna marry me?” He smirks. Then leans over to kiss Sammy on the cheek. She giggles waiting for your reaction. 

"What?" You open the box and a simple 14 carat rests inside. Nothing too flashy, just pure elegance and simplicity. Just how you love your jewelry. Like your little family that you get to call yours. “What?” You exclaim. 

He laughs. “Stop being cute, we don’t need another kid...” He jokes, taking a deep breath as if trying to steady himself. “I said you wanna marry me?” He smiles. “Cause I think we should get married.”

“W-What?”

Ethan chuckles once more. “I said, you wanna marry me stupid?”

“Well…yeah, but I-” You stumble over your words. “Why are you being so casual about this?”

“Cause...I’ve been trying to propose all month, but this one hasn’t allowed me to, so I figured I’d just involve her...that and my therapist said that it wasn't healthy to beat around the bush about this kind of thing.” He smiled sheepishly. “So wanna marry me or what?” He says casually again.

"Yes, you jerk!" You pout, smacking him playfully against his shoulder, your vision blurring from the tears threatening to spill.

“You like it, mommy?”

“Oh I love it, baby, thank you!” You bent down and kissed her. She beams up at you like you light up her night sky. 

“I do have one condition though.” Ethan smiles, reaching into his pocket. 

“What’s that?” You laugh hysterically as you glance down at the ring in disbelief.

"You have to wear that." Ethan smiles at your priceless reaction. You laugh as he takes the ring and carefully slides it onto your ring finger, a perfect fit.

Ethan smiles. A lightness fills his expression as an air of levity suddenly fills the apartment. “I-I know it's sudden, and it's not something we ever really talked about. But if these past four years have taught me anything– it’s that second chances are rare, and you should hold onto your person for as long as you can because you won’t know if you’ll ever see them again. I know I’ve hurt you in the past, and I will continue to spend the rest of our lives together making up for it. But what I also know, is that I want this more than anything, with you, with our baby.” He reached forward and pinched her cheeks while she now sat in your lap. “I know we already live together and we have an amazing kid and we basically treat each other like we’re married but I want to be married to you for real.” He pulls your hand gently towards him and presses a kiss on top of it. “So…you wanna marry me?” 

“It’s a yes always.”

“Yeah?” His smile grows.

“Yes!” You breathe out a laugh as you bring him into a sweet slow kiss. “Always.”

“Good to know…” He smirks and kisses you once more.

“Mommy here.” You both pull away to see her extending her hands out with your heels. You both laugh as you pull her into your arms. Peppering her cheeks with a thousand kisses. “No, no, no, no, no!” She laughs as you both showered her with love. 

[orokabu-headcanons]

Can I get a HC about Kabuto as a morning person making breakfast and all dat but oro is just haft dead XP 

Kabuto humming in the kitchen making breakfast

Footsteps

Kabuto: oh now who could that be?

A gloomy half dead Orochimaru walks into the kitchen

Kabuto:AHHHHH..m-my lord g-good morning you look...well

Orochimaru walks over to the clearly terrified man

Orochimaru: what are you doing up? it's too early

Kabuto: well my lord it's actually 10 am which I would say is not too early

Orochimaru: when did you get up?

Kabuto: around 5 or 6

Orochimaru groans at the thought of how someone could get up at such ungodly hours

Kabuto: oh please my lord that's hardly anything you are simply just not a morning person unlike moi- unf

Orochimaru leans himself on the shorter man

Orochimaru: don't care now let me sleep just for another hour or forever

Kabuto scoffs and then let's out a small laugh

Kabuto: but my lord I'm making breakfast don't you want any?

Orochimaru: it does smell good

Kabuto: well then you have to wake up

Orochimaru groans

Orochimaru: fine

Kabuto: good now go sit down

Kabuto pushes himself onto his toes and kisses Orochimaru on the cheek

Kabuto: good now sit at the table and wait because as much as I love you you can't lean on me while I cook

Orochimaru scoffs stands up straight and goes and sits at the table

Kabuto: now would you like anything while you wait? Some tea may-

Thud

Kabuto turns around to find out what the noise was and Orochimaru is sitting with his face down against the table snoring

Kabuto rolls his eyes scoffs but smirks and turns back around to finish breakfast

Kabuto: I'll give him 10 more minutes before I wake him up...sleepyhead

Kabuto giggles

And scene

I haven't done this in so long I hope it's good enough ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

I'd like to think Orochimaru looks scary when he wakes up and he resembles Samara Morgan/Sadako Yamamura from The ring which is why I think he would scare Kabuto but I totally am all for this hc there are 100% some cute moments that could come out of it (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Arranged verse ! Reader childhood?👀 what's ur brain cooking up

"Do you know what the French homework was?"

"Yes," you answer, stifling an eyeroll. "Do you need-"

"Do you have the answers?"

You regard the girl hovering in your doorway with a cool stare. She's the new girl in the dorms and she's rapidly been trying to make her name as a 'mean girl'. Annoying. And dull. Mean girls were a dime a dozen. And as she stood there, fingering the crystal dish you kept your earrings in and snapping her gum, you weighed your options.

Clearly, she knew that you did know. And from her performance in class today, her French skills were... inadequate to the task. Not that that was unusual- French was hard. Too many letters you didn't pronounce and well. Not everyone had had language lessons since they were babies. So if you lied, you made an enemy but if you gave her the answers it wouldn't take long for Madam Buss to figure out the source.

"I do," you answer shrugging. "But I won't give them to you."

"Why?" she demanded.

"Because," you answer, eyes narrowing. "I saw what you did to Millie in the dining hall."

"Why do you care?" she scoffed. "It's not like anyone likes you-"

"I'm not here to be liked." You did roll your eyes then. If she thought this petty nonsense would hurt your feelings, she was wrong. Your mother didn't even like you.

"Be that way," she said, swiping a pair of earrings out of the dish, daring you to do something about it.

"Don't worry, I will."

Enemies it was, you supposed. But. The joke was on her. The school had just as strict a policy for theft as it did plagiarism. The second she wore them, the sisters would know- if one of the other girls didn't snitch her out first before they got caught for something else.

Subtlety was an art. If Samara had manged to teach you nothing else, you had learned that.