#anyway. she is going fully mary (mothering)

[starphobe]

why does she look so demure here .... filled with all the patience and grace of our lord... perhaps .......

[realmikedirnt]

w's for the day: maybe not everything is terrible forever

- got the right side shaft buttoned up except for the brake caliper without joe's help

- got the boot cut and tripod joint out, and cleaned up the grease (this made it way easier later)

- tried earnestly and very hard to do something that it took two grown adults like four hours to do. dealt with my frustrations well most of the day.

- finally got that fucking spline apart.

doesnt show up well in the picture, but there's Victory Sledgehammer damage to that housing. fuck every engineer that designed this stupid thing.

- it didnt actually take too long after we got it apart to put everything back together properly.

- joe put on all my new wiper blades for me

- got like dead on perfect backing the van up and only made a small technically unnecessary adjusment

- it did reduce the noises mary ellen makes

- got cheap gas and wendys on the way home

- hot shower and praying and merthur whumpfic = calmed down w/o ativan

- mum bought ding-dongs so that's what i had for desert

- spent time playing yakuza both by myself and with a friend (💙). i love handing out with c and it's fun w/yakuza bc she's played it before, been to some of the places in the game, and also is just sort of amusedly tolerant of me being weird about majima. BUT also ! i can enjoy it when it's just me ! game good

- didnt ruin my hair working

- twizz came and walked all over me and demanded pets and purred

- i dont have anything due tmmrw

- weed

[rooster-the-love-of-my-life]

Idiots At a Wedding pt.4

Summary: Pretending to be Bob's girlfriend in front of his family has to be easy right? Right...?

Pairings: Bob Floyd x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing, fake scenarios

A/N: Bobby's just like us girlies 😝😝 I'm very pathetic at writing love confessions and kisses so please, be kind. At first I was thinking of making this chapter longer, but I'm going tk be travelling day after and I do most of my writing at night, so I thought I'd give yall this today and then write in peace later. Anyways, happy reading and please don't be a stranger. Also, none of this is proof read, we die like men💪💪

series masterlist || part 3

To say you and Bob talked after you fully made out on his mother's porch would be a lie. A blatant, white faced lie.

As much as you would have liked to continue after being interrupted, or liked to have talked about the kiss, you didn't do any of it. Insted you both climbed the stairs to his room, changed out of your clothes and went right to sleep. You would think what happend would keep you up all night, but because of your general perpetual sleepiness and the alcohol in your system you slipped under the blanket of slumber pretty easily.

The next morning you woke, you found the bed empty, just like the morning before. But there was a certain uneasiness in the air that wasn't there the day before. After you freshened up and went downstairs, you were expecting to meet with the same chaos as yesterday, but the house was quiet. Mary and Annie were sitting on the couch, sipping their morning coffee while Andy slept soundly in the room.

"Morning." You announced yourself, making their heads turn to you. "Where is everyone?" Of course by everyone you meant just one person, Bob.

"Morning dearie." Mary greeted you, standing from her spot and rounding the kitchen island to grab a cup and pour you some coffee as well. "Bob and Jeff had to go visit the venue today. The manager's being a bit of an ass, so the boys went down there to see what's wrong."

"We should have sent her in place of Jeff. I'm sure that idiot would be intimidated by two navel officers." Annie commented once you and Mary sat down as well.

"That's true, but don't you worry about it." She patted her daughter's leg. "They'll handle the situation just fine."

You didn't know what to think in that moment. Half of you was sad you couldn't see Bob today, cause the job he was working on wasn't an easy on. But the other half of you was relieved since this distance gave you some time to get your thoughts and feelings in order, but knowing yourself, you knew you were just going to end up overthinking the whole day.

"I'm sorry for interrupting you and Robby last night." Annie whispered, once her mother was up and out of earshot. "I didn't mean to act like a total cockblock, but I guess I did."

"It's alright." You waved your hand I'm a way if dismissal. If only she knew the truth of what was happening, if only.

"Please tell me yall did some hanky panky last night. I'd love to know at least someone's getting some each night." Annie sighed, sprawling across the armrest. "Having a kid is not for the weak. It's like you've birthed a perpetual cockblock. But I must admit, the process was quiet fun." She winked at you as she said the last part, making you short out with laughter.

"Well we-" You stared, but were waved quiet by her.

"Actually, no. I don't wanna know about the sex life of my baby brother. That is where I draw the line." You couldn't help but giggle uncontrollably at the turn the conversation had taken.

You two talked for about an hour after that, discussing whatever came to your mind. You asked her how Jeff and her met, she asked you how life in the navy was. You told her about your high-school debate team days and she told you all about college swim meets. You were finding a really, true friend in Annie and you just couldn't bare the thought of breaking her heart if she ever found out the truth.

"Have you ever thought of having kids?" She asked, handing you your second cup of coffee.

"I-I've never actually thought of it." You stuttered out. You were lying of course, you had thought of kids, a husband, a house near the sea. You'd thought of it all, but always kept these thoughts close to yourself. "Oh who am I kidding. I have thought it, so much that my head hurts at times."

Annie trusted you and you trusted her, so you saw no point in hiding or lying to her about this.

"I've never told this to anyone, but I've thought about this whole ordeal so much that I fear I might have jinxed it." You elaborated. "You know, every since I was a kid, I've had this image of being the person who was always opposed to love. I never dated anyone in high school or college, I never even had a crush. So everyone expected that I would become the crazy single aunt in the future. But to be honest, all I want out of my life is a family. A good husband, beautiful, messy kids, stinky dogs, a big house near the sea. I want it all. But I'm so afraid that I'm going to get real close to it and as soon as I let myself think it's all actually happening for me, someone will turn the lights on and it'll all be a big prank."

"It's not wrong to want all those things and also being scared of it." Annie started, placing a hand comfortingly on yours. "But this fear might lead you to miss out on few of the best things in life. You'd never know if having a family is for you or not if you never try."

You smiled upon hearing her advice. She was right of course, but that still didn't stop your fear. You squeezed her hand in a way to say thanks, getting a firm, warm squeeze back.

"Our Bobby in any of your big plans?" She wiggles her eyebrows at you playfully, acting like she hadn't asked yout the most difficult question of all.

"Wouldn't you like to know." You brushed her off, but your heart was beating like a train on the tracks.

"Oh come on, you might not be able to tell me things about you sex life, but you can tell me if you think you have a future with him or not." She pushed, and you being the weak hearted woman you are, gave in.

"He's the only one I see a life with." You whispered, eyes falling to your coffee cup.

Annie let out a string of aww's, smiling widely at your confession. "Well, I can surely tell you he sees one with you."

"He does?"

"Oh yes he does. Wanna know how I know?" She leaned in, as did you, intrigued about what she was going to say next. "He let's you call him Bobby."

The speed by which a laugh escaped you was astronomical. You didn't mean to laugh, but to you her reasoning seemed so absurd. "That's not the reason."

"It sure is. He dosen't let anyone call him Bobby, ever, not even when he was a kid."

"I still don't believe you."

"Alright, why don't we do a little experiment to prove my theory?" She proposed.

"You have my attention." You raised an eyebrow.

"When he comes back home, I'll call him Bobby first and we'll see what his reaction is. And then you call him Bobby and see what his reaction is. If I'm right, you owe me five dollars."

"And if you're not you owe me ten." You placed your hand in front of her.

"Done." She shook you hand, confident e radiating off her face. Before either one of you could say anything else, loud cries came from Annie's room, indicating Andy woke up. "Ah, duty calls. I can't wait to see you lose."

"Keep waiting."

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Carrying all these big, messy emotions along with all the lies was eating at you. You thought this would be easy, but boy were you a foolish girl back then. This was by far the hardest thing you had ever done in your life, harder than flying a jet, harder than going on deadly assignments. And the only other person in the world who understood your situation, was the only person in the world youu couldn't talk to.

You need to talk about your feelings to someone, anyone. So the only right thing to do was to call up your entire call list and find a poor victim to rant to. The first person you tried was Phoenix, but her phone was busy. Next, it was Rooster, who was waiting football with Fanboy and Coyote, crossing two other people off your list. The last person left was the one person you fought with the most, Hangman.

Even though you were reluctant to call him, you had no other viable option. You dialed his number, secretly praying he wouldn't pick up, but when the call went through in the first ring, and his obnoxious voice poured though your speaker, you had to talk.

"Hey sunny, finnaly got a break from eye fucking little baby on board and realized you had other friends?"

"What's up Hangman?" You asked, trying to not jump into your problems from the get go and making it all about yourself.

"Nothjng much, Maverick's being a dick, as usual. Hondo is still getting off from watching us do all those pushups." He recounted the events for you. "I must say, it's been really nice since you've left. We've finally got some peace and quiet."

"Oh come on, fess up, you miss me the most." A smile played off on your face, even if you hadn't talked to the dagger squad for a really long time, you could always just pick up where you left off with them.

"Keep dreaming Sunny." He brushed you off, knowing damn well you were telling the truth. "Anyways, what's up with you? Any particular reason why you called me? Bob's quietness finally getting to you?"

"No." You rolled your eyes, starting to regret your decision a little bit, but still continued. "Actually, I did want to talk to you about something."

"Everything alright?" Jake asked worried, alerted by the chance in your voice.

"Yes, no, I don't know." You whined, falling onto the bed. "You have to promise not to tell anyone or laugh at what I'm about to tell you."

"Me making such promises depends on what you're about to tell me."

"Jake." You whined, irritated by his antics.

"Alright fine, I won't laugh or tell anyone. Happy? Now tell me what's up."

"So, funny story. I'm pretending to be Bob's girlfriend in front of his family for the duration of the wedding and last night we kissed each other even when there was no one around and now I don't know where we stand." You let everything out in one breath, biting the inside of your cheek, waiting to hear Hangman's reaction.

There was silence on the other side for a few seconds, you thought the connection might have gotten lost and you'd have to tell him what happed again. But when the sound of his annoying laughter flowed into your ears, you knew had made a mistake.

"Shut up." You grumbled, burying your face into the pillows.

"Wait, wait. Let me get this straight." He weezed through laughter. "You agreed to be Bob's fake girlfriend, the same Bob you've been in love with since forever, and now that things have blown up in your face, you're worried. This stupid even for you Sunny."

"Fuck off man, I didn't know this was going to happen."

"How didn't you?" He stressed. "Anyone could see this coming from a full universe away. But what excatly is the problem, he's not a good of a kisser as you thought?"

"No." You exclaimed almost too quickly. The thing is, we've been pretending to be a couple this whole time, but the things he's doing are making my brain short circuit."

"Elaborate."

"He's been calling me nicknames like sweetheart and darling. He's been touching me randomly, grabbing my hand or casually placing his hand on my waist. And then when we kissed in front of his family, he leaned in for more. More!" By now you were pacing around the room, recounting every little detail to Jake like a madman. "This was all fine, but last night we were coming back from dinner, no one else was with us, no one was watching, and we kissed. Kissed as in our lips touched and our tongues were halfway down each other throats-"

"I know what kissing is, keep the wattpad description to yourself." Jake butted in, fully grossed out.

"And then today when I woke up he wasn't there, and now his sister is saying thst she can see it on his face that he loves me. I'm going to pose my mind, I really am."

"Okay, calm down. Take a deep breath and sit down." Jake said trying to soothe you. "Now listen to me carefully. I might not know a lot of things, but one thing I do know is that Bob is not acting, he's not pretending, if you would have called anyone other than me, they would have told you the same thing. Cause for the past year and a half we've seen the fuck me eyes you two have been making at each other all the damn time while being scared to even talk to each other properly. Sunny, this is your opportunity. Go and get him. We all know Bob's not going to say anything, but you have to. You have to tell him you like him, you have to take this chance. Cause if you don't, believe me you're going to end up regretting it for the rest of your life. Now, whenever he comes back home, pull him aside and tell him the truth, trust me, it'll be worth it."

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On the other side of town, Bob was crashing out. The entire car ride upto the wedding venue, all he thought of was the kiss, the feeling of your lips on his, how soft they felt, how sweet they tasted. If he put his mind to it, he could still taste the faint strawberry chapstick you had on, and it was making him feral. Evey single love song that came on the radio, he started associating with you and making scenarios to go along with them.

At one point he feard the mental asylum was the only place left for him to go.

Thankfully this time around Jeff hadn't noticed anything, being too tired to do so, and Bob had some time alone with himself to get his thoughts in order. The first thing he ascertained was that he no longer liked you. He was now completely, crazily, deeply in love with you. The kind of love where you start imaging what your house would look like and start picking out baby names. The kind of love that lasted even after one perished, the kind of love he always saw in his parent.

The second thing he confirmed to himself was that he needed to act on it, no matter how hard it got for him, no matter if he was sacred, he had to let you know. He couldn't even imagine losing you now that he almost had you. And if by chance he did, he would never forget himself, never walk down the road of love ever.

The only problem in this was that he still wasn't sure if you liked him back or not. A part of him was certain that you had just gotten sine drunk and kissed him in the spur of the moment. But the other part of him, the one thst worked on evidence, suggested different. You were the one who leaned in and kissed him first, you had to have liked him to do this.

Bob ended up in an endless cycle of 'she loves me she loves me not', a cycle not even the rude manager at the wedding venue could get hum out off. He thanked his older sister mentally thst day for marrying an intimidating man eho handled the situation mostly by himself, giving him chance to sprial even more.

On the ride back home, the sun was setting, cool wind was blowing through the car. He was staring at the landscape that passed him, when the radio started playing something by the Beatles. He had heard that song before, but he never really understood why Frank Sinatra regarded it as the greated love song ever written, until his mind started playing a montage of all the memories he had of you. The further the song played, every word, evey beat of the drum, every strum of the guitar just consolidated his resolve.

He was ardently, irrevocably in love with you.

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They reached home just in time for dinner, greeted by the smell of mouth watering food and light chatter. Everyone was already in the kitchen. Lucy and Annie were sitting on the high stools at the kitchen island watching their mother teach you an old family recipe when they arrived.

"Hey boys, how'd it go?" Annie greeted her husband with a small kiss as he slid into the stool next to hers.

"It went well." He answered, sighing deeply. "As well as it could go. He wanted more money out of us, but one look at Bob's ID and it was all sorted."

"Wasn't I telling you out Bobby could do it ma?" Annie slyly slipped in the world, on a mission to prove you wrong. You killed your head up upon hearing it and looked first at Annie, confirming the plan was in motion and then at Bob who was harboring an uncharacteristic sour face.

"Don't call me that." He grumbled, the change in his demeanor immediately noticeable. "I've told you a billion times to neve call me that."

"Oh come on, I've got to have a nickname for my baby brother." She pressed, amusement oozing off of her.

"Call me Robby like everyone else." The man offered, taking a gulp of cool water.

"Special nickname." All she got in return was a deathly glare from her younger brother.

It was now you time to test the theory. You were a hundred percent sure that you were going to get the same reaction out of him. So, with the sweetest voice you could possibly muster up, you cleared your throat and called out to him.

"Bobby, could you came and try this for me please? Tell me how it tastes."

His ears perked the second the sentence left your mouth, and he was already moving to you. You were in complete disbelief, did he really respond to Bobby just when you said it? It had to be a lie, he would come close and tell you not to call him that, but it never happened.

"Sure darling." He came and stood right behind you, muscular arms resting on either side, trapping you in between himself and the counter. He opened his mouth, patiently waiting for you to feed him the sauce, and it was the hottest thing you had ever seen a man do. If his whole family wouldn't have been there, you would have long forgotten the sauce and had him right there on the counter. "Mhh, tastes real good."

At that moment Bob saw an opportunity and he seized it. A little but of sauce had tricked down you hand and was reating on you palm. He grabbed the hand from the back, lifted it close to his mouth and licked it off of you. If what he'd done previously hadn't made you lose your mind, this just made you absolutely feral.

"I need to talk to you. Come up to our room in a bit." He whispered in you ear, as you stood still dumbstruck by what had just happened. "I'm gonna go take a bath before dinner." He announced, and then disappeared.

Where he had gotten this sudden burst of confident from, you had no clue. But this confidence was making him insanely attractive to you.

"Pay up." Annie snapped you out of all the filthy thoughts you were having about your co-worker when she put he hand in front of you to handher the five doller you had bet. "Didn't I tell you this was going to happen?"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." You grumbled, rolling your eyes while handing her the five dollers. "I'm gonna go and freshen up a bit if you don't mind. All this cooking has left me so so tired, I don't know how you do it Mary."

"Oh don't you worry about it dearie, you'll get the hang of it soon." She smiled, and you were off, almost sprinting up the stairs. Your heart couldn't take this gane of cat and mouse anymore, you were eager to find out what Bob was going to say to you.

Your confidence faltered the moment hkj reach the door, finally understanding the gravity of the situation. Cautiously, knocked on the floor before pushing it in to find Bob sitting on the bed, his back to you. He stood up once he heard the door open.

"Hi." He whispered. You could figure he was nervous right off the bat. So in attempt to ease the tension you made small talk.

"Hey, how was your day?"

"Pathetic." He blurted, shocking you.

"Everything okay? Did something happen at the venue?"

"Everything's not okay. Nothing is okay Sunny." Bob was looking right into your eyes as the words poured out of his mouth. Your heart was beating wildly, for a second you thought he might be able to hear you. You opened your mouth to ask him what happend, but he cut you off before you could even open you mouth.

"Nothing has been right for the past year Sunny. I used to be a normal guy before, I used to find people attractive, even went out on a couple dates but it all went out the window when I first saw you. You walked into the hard deck five minutes late with the biggest, brightest smile on your face and I swear, I haven't been the same from that moment. Form that night no one in the world could remotely come close to you. You're this wonderful, brilliant, beautiful, woman, the life of every party, everyone's favorite, everyone's best friend. You make anyone you meet feel like the center of the universe by the way you pay attention to them, you could talk up a tree if given the chance. And God it sacred the living shit out of me. I have never liked someone the way I have liked you, and once I saw you're this loud and exuberant, I started hiding from you, cause I never in my wildest dreams though you would go for someone like me. I hopeless and awkward and quiet and I'm so-"

"Shut up. Just shut up Bobby." Your legs moved on there own and crossed the room. You grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed hin right on the mouth. This time, he didn't hesitate. All the desperation, all the time you had missed pining over each other was poured into that one kiss. He had pulled you in so close, held you so tight, you didn't know where you ended and he started and you would have it any other way.

"I might not be good with words," You started, resting your head against his, gasping for air. "But I can kiss you dumb."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He whispered, pulling up back in, engulfing your mouth with his own. Both your bodies felt as if they were on fire, and it was the best feeling you had ever felt. You stayed like this for a few more moments, just kissing each other, making up for lost time. "Wait, so this means you like me back?"

"Yes you idiot." You giggled, giving him another soft kiss, as his shoulder relaxed.

"Thank God. But there's two things I want you to know Sunny."

"What is it?"

"Number one, I'm taking you out on a proper date tommrow. And I mean proper, fancy restaurant, flowers, the whole shebang." He counted, making your heart melt and your cheeks turn rosy.

"And number two?" You questioned.

"Now that I have you, there's no way I'm letting you go."

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[disabled-dean]

Truly the way this scene would have hit so much harder if Mary was the right age. Like Dean, girl, you're 40! You sound crazy!! That is a truly crazy thing to say to her!! She's 29! She's been dead for decades! She was brutally murdered! Her marriage was arranged by heaven! Her babies are now fully grown men! She just learned what tiktok is!

But this dynamic also validates Dean's feelings sooooooooo much more imo. If Mary really is 10+ years younger than he is, and if she's given the internal life in the narrative to process everything that's happened to her and to grieve and figure things out on her own, then what he wants is truly something he can't have!

It's not just an issue of Mary being able to meet his needs and choosing not to or needing more time, she really truly cannot give him what he's asking for and that is so painful! And it's so real. That kind of grief and the struggle to accept that your parent is never going to parent you the way that you need them to.

Dean really did lose his mother, and even though she's back, it doesn't change or fix that, it just forces all these feelings to the surface. It's messy. It isn't fair. And it isn't either of their faults. It's that kind of family trauma that you don't really have anywhere to put, it just carves out a space in you.

Anyways stream Ten Minutes From Home: Lebanon Coda to play in the 29 year old Mary space with me <3

[nats--sw]

Leah with a goalkeeper kid is awesome! Any chance we can get Mary & Hannah’s reaction?

this wasn’t in the plans,, but I went for it anyway, it’s under 1000 words, so it’s a quick one, sorry for taking so long this is a short from this

It was a special day at the England national team training camp. Amidst preparations for the next round of friendlies, the team had set aside a couple of hours to film media content. The atmosphere was relaxed, the usual high energy focus shifted to something lighter.

Mary had just stepped out of the dressing room, busy adjusting her gloves, when Leah approached her with a grin that made her look far too pleased with herself. The kind of grin that always made Mary suspicious.

“What’s going on, Leah?” Mary asked, raising an eyebrow, curious about the mischievous glint in Leah’s eyes.

“I’ve got a challenge for you” Leah announced, looping her arm through Mary’s and gently steering her in the opposite direction from where Mary was supposed to be.

“Hang on, I’m supposed to shoot some videos with Hannah” Mary protested, though she didn't resist that much.

“Change of plans, Mary” Leah said, her grin widening.

Mary was about to argue when she spotted Hannah nearby, standing next to a little girl carrying an armful of balls. 

“Wait... is that your daughter?” Mary asked, a touch of surprise her voice as she recognised Olivia.

“Yup” Leah said proudly.

Mary raised both eyebrows now, half-wondering how Leah had managed to sneak her daughter into a national team media day. But given the relaxed vibe of the day, she figured it was one of those rare occasions where bending the rules was allowed.

“Hi Mary!” Olivia came running up to them, beaming as she high fived Mary enthusiastically.

“Hey Livy!” Mary grinned, leaning down to her level. Then in a mock whisper, she added, “Does your mum know you’re here?”

Olivia gave her a cheeky smile and pressed her finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. Mary chuckled, shaking her head.

Hannah sidled up to Mary “Did you hear the news, Mary?”

Mary glanced at her teammate “What news?”

Leah came back with Olivia by her side, hands resting on her daughter’s shoulders, grinning even wider. “Looks like we’ve got your replacement lined up for when you retire.”

Olivia blushed a little under her mother’s proud gaze but stood tall, already wearing her gloves. Mary blinked, caught between amusement and admiration.

“Is that right?” Mary said, smiling down at Olivia “Well then, show me.”

“You're throwing them wrong on purpose, mom!” Olivia huffed, her cheeks flushed from the effort as she stood in the goal, catching her breath. It was the third shot in a row she had saved, her face glowing with pride. She stood under the goalposts they used for training, fully suited up in her keeper gear, proudly breaking in the new gloves Leah had bought her a few days earlier.

“I doubt it, kiddo. Your mom’s not exactly famous for her penalties” Mary teased from the sidelines, her voice laced with amusement.

Leah shot her a playful glare “I’ll take that as a compliment to my daughter and not a dig at me, thanks” she quipped, positioning another ball at her feet “Ready Livy?”

Olivia nodded enthusiastically, clapping her gloved hands together before crouching into position, her eyes locked on her mom.

“It’s going to the right!” Leah called out, sending the ball flying toward the left instead, hoping to throw her daughter off.

But Olivia was quick. With a determined leap, she deflected the ball with a firm swipe of her gloved hand, sending it out of bounds.

“Brilliant!” Mary cheered, bursting into laughter “The future of England’s got some serious hands!” Without hesitation, she jogged over, scooping Olivia up onto her shoulders.

All Olivia could do was giggle as Mary paraded her around the field, circling Leah, who had dramatically collapsed onto the grass, feigning defeat.

Leah, her face a mix of pride and amusement, sat up and dusted the dirt off her knees “Alright, alright, you win this round” she called out with a smirk, watching the two of them.

Mary, still carrying Olivia, shot Leah a mischievous grin “Great. Now, Livy, I’m going to teach you how to shout at your defenders so they don’t mess up”

“Ugh” Leah groaned, tilting her head back in mock dread. She couldn’t help but remember all the times Mary had scolded her for messing up on the pitch.

Olivia beamed from atop Mary’s shoulders, her eyes sparkling “Does this mean I get to play with Mary more often?”

Leah chuckled, shaking her head with a fond smile “We’ll see, Livy”

Mary finally set Olivia back down, ruffling the little girl’s hair “Anytime kiddo. Just give me a call and we’ll sort out a session”

Leah stood and walked over, wrapping her arm around Olivia “Alright, how about we head back inside before anyone realizes we’ve completely hijacked media day?”

Olivia nodded eagerly, still glowing with pride as they made their way towards the dressing room.

[confusedacenb]

More Headcanons

(Cause Riri deserves love) (all the characters do really!) (the show is actually good chat)

I made a post dedicated to this hc: I don't think Riri has received gifts that didn't mean anything besides what trigger to pull and whose dying. (In addition) The first real gift Mary gives her, she keeps on her person at all times

Riri feels like someone who is touch-starved in that way where a person doesn’t fully understand it themselves. When someone shows her affection without an agenda, I think it might feel foreign. Like if Mary leaned on her shoulder, Riri would freeze, then mirror it, carefully, unsure if she’s doing it ‘right.’

Gifts, affection, compliments, and praise are all things that feel like traps, because she was never shown a kindness that wasn't conditional (With possible exception from Kira and Mary).

Arkadi raised her to be the perfect/most useful tool, and it feels like she knows that. Which is why being chosen over Kira hurts; it feels like betrayal and confirmation that she’s just a more obedient weapon.

I think through interacting with Mary more is when she realizes kindness/compassion aren't transactional.

Riri has delayed processing of emotions. (This is just off of the vibes of emotional suppression the character gives off to me.) Which also leads into possibly why she doesn't react, because reactions end up coming with cost or consequence.

She feels like the kind of person who doesn't register their own needs until it's too late. (Like eating and sleeping needs.... others too like emotional, but I feel like that list would get long).

Anniversaries and holidays (especially Valentine’s Day) probably short-circuit her brain. As in she overthinks everything into oblivion, trying to find the perfect setup, the perfect gift, like there’s one right answer to love.

The people she cares about she'll notice everything about. (Vibes)

Arkadi raised Riri to never hurt her sister under any circumstances. OR he caused that mentality of never bringing harm to her sister by threatening to hurt Kira if Riri did not obey. Either way it caused Riri to now be unable to raise a hand against her sister in anyway.

Riri obeys her father out of fear (either out of fear of disappointing, fear that he's going to hurt her or Kira or her mother or Mary, fear that he will force Kira to do what she will not. Idk). But at least in season one, her loyalty through love, still belongs to her sister. (Though maybe that shifts to Mary in season 2…)

She seems like the kind of person who isn’t afraid of being hurt but is terrified of hurting someone else. Because it would prove she’s not capable of being soft.

Riri feels like a cat person (Favorite cat being the Scottish Fold)

She feels like someone who secretly loves plants.

[polarmoon]

⭐ end of gen 1 dean outtakes!

gen 2 starts this coming week!! so here are the last of my gen 1 screenshots that never made it to the blog with some added lore. i posted one of these a while back when percy was still a baby so im due for another lmao. enjoy!!

so because of my specific cocktail of npc generation mods, josie's coworkers were all just Basic Premades, like im pretty sure josie's coworker loadout was like... eloise, eric lewis, juniper grove (more on her in a bit), nina caliente, and of course 👹eliza pancakes👹 who was literally josie's nemesis for some reason. these two HATED each other and by the end of the generation they were throwing hands every day at work lmfao

some percy content!!! love him sm. also a better view of the shared office space that he and josie used for work + school. it was cute but a routing nightmare bc it was inside the shipping container on top of the trailer and they had to like. use a ladder to get up there

so because i Do Too Much, i ended up almost fully decorating both christopher And charlotte's teenage bedrooms, even though charlotte's would never show up and christopher's would only show up once or twice. they're both a little sparse in some parts but cute. this also reminds me that i need to furnish some kind of living situation for charlotte bc i forgot i left her at their parents' house at the start of gen 2 ggggggggggggggggg

something that really set the tone for the last bit of gen 1 was actually josie's very good friend and coworker juniper passing away. she was actually josie's first friend at the start of the generation, and was her only other friend outside of eloise and erwin (who she drifted from after percy was born). i wish i could've worked her passing into the posts but i was crunching time to finish up and move on :/

as a chestnut ridge premade i like to think josie knew her since she was young and she was one of her only connections back home or something like that, if i had to go back and rework the generation with what i know now i probably would've done that.

but yeah. the grief absolutely contributed to josie's moodiness at the end. :(

i'm a very gameplay driven person, where the natural gameplay informs what story gets told on here if that makes sense? i wasn't sure what my goal was with christopher and percy's online friendship while i played, but when percy was going through his particularly difficult depressive episode, he got a phone invite from christopher that inspired me to drive the story in the direction where they would meet irl!

also pictured: christopher getting a crush on percy the Second they met irl LMFAO. he's been simping since day 1.

it took percy a little longer to officially get the crush trigger. i feel like that aligns w their characters pretty well though

ah yes josie's Going Off The Rails arc. i always knew i was gonna do something with the plane bunker but it took me a while to decide what it was gonna be.

when she started her midlife crisis, one of the first goals was to stash money in a safe, which gave me the idea to utilize the bunker for a money stash. and then i realized that someone as paranoid (and honestly traumatized) as josie would probably have some secrets to hide, and so that's how the story that closed out gen 1 cooked itself up. the bunker was actually quite cool lmao, it was like a secret office and skilling zone for josie in addition to housing the alien portal and Mother Plant memorabilia.

if i was more dedicated/confident in storytelling i probably would've like. planned it a bit better LOL

anyway in sillier news. when i got the notification that marie would be passing away soon i ended up spending an entire afternoon taking pictures of her with josie and percy so i'd have them for posterity's sake. here's my Organization Process LMFAO

speaking of marie and also the generation finale. percy actually first started his evening exploring the bunker by lighting a candle for her which was very sweet. what was less sweet was Ghost Marie running in and interrupting my Story Telling Process. LMFAO

and thats all folks!!! thanks for reading if u did. i just started playing gen 2 yesterday and im planning to post the intro on monday probably (if i can force myself to edit screenshots lmao.)

⭐🪐

[paramountinplace]

would love to hear any further thoughts you have have on how little! van and mel influence each other

Absolutely!

Little!Van + Little!Mel HCs

Van loves being a role model for Mel. The absolute quickest way to get her to behave if she's not is to remind her that Mel's going to copy her, and it wouldn't be very safe for Mel to try climbing up on that ledge would it?

Because Mel looks up to Van so much, she'll almost always take Van's side in any kind of argument she gets in. Once she stuck her tongue out at Mari because she'd seen Van do it before and Mari got so mad.

Van is Little!Mel's favorite Cg, which can get tricky when they're both regressed and Mel is needing Van. Usually Tai can step in Van's place, but sometimes Mel will just climb into Van's lap anyway for a cry or will wake up after a nightmare begging for her and not calm down until someone's brought her to curl up next to a sleeping Van.

The only time they've ever gotten into a disagreement was when Mel picked up on a few of Little!Van's speaking habits that come with her dyslexia. Van thought that Mel was mocking her, so was really sad and standoffish for a while, but Mel had just sort of subconsciously started copying her and had no idea until someone pointed it out.

They've done the thing where they put on similar outfits and do their hair the same and try to convince people they're twins more than once. It doesn't really work when the people they're trying to convince are just Lottie and Nat, who are silently losing it over them trying to talk in unision, but they play along and pretend to get the two mixed up whenever they do it.

Sometimes if Van's not regressed or isn't around, Mel gets hesitant to jump into group games because she's so used to having Van by her side, which makes her feel braver. Gen and Mari are usually pretty attuned to this and try to help her feel more comfortable when they can.

Mel adores dogs and wants one really badly, but she never talks about it because she doesn't want Van to feel poorly about the fact that she's the main reason they don't have one. Van knows this and is silently very grateful that Mel never brings it up.

Van loves fishing, which Mel finds massively boring, but she always agrees to go along when Tai asks if she wants to go with because she likes making up strories with Van as they wait for a bite.

Sometimes Mel is hesitant to choose the "boy" option for things whenever that kind of choice is presented to her because growing up, she was always forced to do the girliest stuff by her mother. Having Van there to also pick the "boy" option helps her confidence a lot when it comes to having a say in what she likes.

They had a pranks phrase, which drove everyone else in the house up the wall until they finally managed to get them to stop. The pranks pretty much only consisted of leaving upside-down glasses full of water around the house, so if someone picked it up water would get everywhere, which was fairly harmless but it was so annoying because people kept falling for it. And whoopie cushions. They love whoopie cushions.

Mel sometimes gets jealous of Van and Nat's relationship. Nothing ever really comes of it because she understands that they grew up with each other and know how to take care of each other in a way she just doesn't fully get, but she does envy them sometimes.

I love these two I think they're so sweet! Thanks for the ask, I hope you enjoyed

[stansthemans]

Can to tell us more about what you think the family dynamics between Ford, fem!Stan and Noah pre-Bill? Would Noah ever become aware that his parents are twins and how would he feel about it?

Pictured: a mama’s boy

I actually have Noah’s character fleshed out a lot more in a wip where Stan is pregnant when she gets kicked out but doesn’t know. She keeps him and has a hard single mom life until Ford’s postcard comes in the mail.

But anyway. Noah. Precious boy. He looks exactly like Ford (the fact that he doesn’t need glasses yet makes him look more like canon baby Stan but like you feel me. They’re identical) and lemme tell you, that is everything to Stan. he has the usual amount of fingers. Stan is kind of bummed by this but ford is very thankful. I really don’t think Ford ever fully gets over that about himself. the older he gets, the more he hides it, pretends it doesn’t bother him, but always inside of him there is that little boy who was bullied so relentlessly and he’s just thankful his son will never have to experience that. Stan has always loved Ford so completely, the extra finger never mattered to her. She loves it because she loves Ford, so she would have been more than ok with their son inheriting that trait.

He’s a great mix of his parents, all their best qualities. He’s crazy brilliant like his dad and fiercely loving like his mom. He’s clever and charming and a rough and tumble little boy who definitely has the most AR points in his entire school. He is also willing to bite the moment the situation calls for it. Is he a little bit of a Mary sue? Sure, but his mom is looking at all the qualities he got from his dad and loving him all the more for it and ford is doing the exact same thing. They’re remembering when things really were perfect and innocent and very much wanting him to be able to hold onto that for as long as possible

As I said before, he’s such a mama’s boy. Like that’s his MOM and he’s her BABY. In this Sort Of Happy family, by the time Noah is old enough to really be aware of things, they’ve moved to gravity falls for ford’s research. The cabin is not too far from town, but it’s still kind of isolated. So even though Noah does go to the local school and everything (Stan insists, Ford thinks he’s more than adequate as their child’s sole teacher), there is that bit of distance from the other people in town. He’s the kid whose dad does weird science shit in the woods and is never allowed to have friends come over. Ford is always working, always researching, so really, all the mundane and day to day stuff, it’s Noah and Stan. they are so close. We see in canon how fast Stan got attached to dipper and Mabel, so just multiply that by 1000 because she carried this little guy inside her and gave birth (which, btw, i’m a sucker for this trope but it was ROUGH. A really rough pregnancy that had Stan terrified the entire time bc she and ford are twins and omg what did they DO this has to be consequences of actions)

It’s definitely different with ford. Ford loves his son, but he’s Ford and therefore not very good with the emotions and letting people know how much they mean to him. Also he knows how smart Noah is so he has high expectations (cycles of abuse, anyone? He’s definitely not Filbrick but there’s some echos) And Noah loves his dad too but there’s an edge there, especially the older he gets. Because he starts to notice things. He notices Ford have less and less time for them. He notices the hushed but harsh voices his parents sometimes hiss at each other. He notices how sometimes his mother looks like her heart is broken even though she’s doing her best to smile through it. There’s definitely resentment there, and it makes things really awkward sometimes.

He does know that his parents are twins. I’m really torn between him figuring it out on his own or Stan telling him. (In my other wip, she tells him bc he’s struggling with not having a dad and bc not being truthful destroyed her relationship with her brother. She’s willing to take whatever hurts her son might throw at her, but it’s going to be because of the truth this time). If Ford was ok with telling him, i think it would come from a practicality adn also paranoid mindset. He thinks Noah would need to know because he would need to never say anything wrong, anything that could ever risk Stan being taken away from Ford (unfortunately, i think for ford, Noah being taken away is the secondary concern, something he would remember to be worried about later). If it’s Stan telling him, again, it’s because the truth matters, at least between her and her son. Lying and hiding is what she has to do with Ford. If she’s really truthful with him, they aren’t Sort Of Happy, and she has to have Sort Of Happy because the alternative is unthinkable. So whether they tell him or he figures it out, Noah knows, and it’s kind of rough for him but also kind of not. At the end of the day, those are his parents, who he loves. Like his mom, it’s family first (at least the family that matters. His grandparents and uncle Shermie do not know about him and both ford and Stan are doing their damnedest to keep it that way)

I feel like maybe I’m too mean to Ford sometimes, but I really feel like with Stan, he’s a loving parental figure despite his own parents. Ford, bless him, he’s internalized everything in a bad way. He decides something is a certain way and he’ll do whatever mental gymnastics he needs to rationalize it. He resented the expectations but like, he was capable of meeting them, so why would the same not be true of his own very capable son? And pre-portal Ford definitely has some of that men vs women traditional roles going on. A man can love his family but he doesn’t need to coddle them, especially not his son because if he does, how will his son grow up tough enough to face the very very tough world. His mommy can’t protect him forever. But again, I just really think Ford’s ego and arrogance are so astounding that he needs to be really and truly humbled by some very bad things happening before he can really understand what he’s got right in front of him. He needs to be faced with truly losing everything to realize how much he has and to decide that he’s going to do a 180 and treasure the absolute hell out of it. It’s a lot like what AH said about the Stans canon ending. Did they deserve a happy ending? Maybe not, but the kids sure did, adn they wouldn’t have that happy ending if the grunkles didn’t get theirs.

[presleyslilbaby]

~Sweet As Pie~

~Prologue~

(70’s!Elvis X OC)

"Gianna! It's time to wake up!" Gianna's Mother Marie called from downstairs, urging her to wake up early enough to avoid being lazy. She stirred awake, groaning as she reached over for her glasses that unsurprisingly enough weren't on her bedside table.

Of course.

With another groan, much more annoyedly than the last, she sat up fully in bed before searching for those damned glasses. "I'd really like to see today." She muttered beneath her breath, checking behind the table to find that her glasses had indeed fallen. "There you are. You're nothing but trouble, I say." Gianna huffed out a breath of air, stretching her arm out to reach behind the hunk of wood, a scowl present on her lips. Finally, she managed to brush her fingers over the lenses, cringing at the smudge she left.

Grabbing them by the bridge, she pulled them out and began to frantically clean them, muttering about not wanting to be like her older Sisters or another. She hated anything that got onto her lenses. Absolutely loathed it, even so much as the idea of something on them. She preferred clean, well cared-for glasses lenses.

Regardless of her preferences, Gianna swung her legs over the side of her bed, the broken down mattress dipping beneath her weight, the bedframe creaking. She's had this thing since she was eleven. Though she wished for a better mattress that wouldn't cause kinks in her muscles damn near every night she went to bed, she knew that her Parents didn't have the proper funds to purchase one. She wouldn't ever complain aloud, though. She didn't want them feeling less-than.

Rising from her bed, she sauntered over to her dresser, pulling out a simple pair of blue jeans, and a white floral blouse, grabbing a new pair of undergarments as well. Undressing herself from her pyjamas, Gianna looked at herself in the mirror for a few moments too long, a frown pulling at her lips.

"God, I look terrible..." She muttered beneath her breath, grabbing at her pudgy belly and her heavy thighs. "It's because you're Italian, Baby." Her Mother would always tell her, claiming that her heritage caused the fat on her body that she loathed. Sometimes she felt beautiful. But very rarely. How could she expect her reflection to change? Looking away from her mirror, she began to dress, the self-deprecating thoughts lingering in her mind, plaguing her once again.

After dressing, Gianna brushed out her Brown hair, and finally headed downstairs to greet the rest of her Family. Marie was setting the table with breakfast, although Gianna would be the only one to attend aside from her Father Jude who was already digging in to his food.

"Morning." She greeted, pulling out her usual chair before sitting down, glancing up at her Mother whom in which sat down herself. "Good morning, Gigi." She greeted back with a loving smile. "Your Sisters are still asleep, as usual." She had added. Gianna hummed, pulling her plate closer to herself as she reached for the pepper-shaker. "Maybe if they stopped staying up all night, they wouldn't be so tired." She mumbled, clearly annoyed with her older Sisters staying up late on purpose to sleep most of the day away while she had to do most of the work alongside her Mother and Father. "I'll have to have a talk with them today." "Again." She added on to her Mother's reply, shyly digging in to her own food.

Marie hums herself, giving a small sigh as she shakes her head to dispel the thought of her older Daughters being so lazy. "Anyways," She starts. "Are you ready to help Mrs. Huntley today?" Gianna nodded, though she knew for a fact that she was never good with people and always became anxious around anyone who hadn't been in her inner circle.

Hell, she didn't even have any friends. She was lonely.

"Yeah, I suppose I am." She responds politely regardless of how she felt. Looking over to her Father, she spoke. "You going to work soon, Dad?" She wondered. He looked up from his plate, nodding before wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Mhm. Called me in to fill an empty position. I have to go in about..." Jude peered down at his wristwatch. "Thirty minutes, or so." "Give or take." Marie said, adding on, "I prefer if you get there about three minutes early - You know how David is."

As her Parents spoke about work, and topics similar, Gianna practically tuned them out, focusing on her breakfast. Despite having turned eighteen a few months back, she didn't exactly understand much about 'grown-up topics'. No matter how many times it was explained to her, she just couldn't seem to grasp it. It made her feel like shit.

Hours had passed, and Gianna had finished running errands for her elderly neighbour Mrs. Huntley, keeping her company for a little while longer before deciding to go for a walk. Her head had been so full lately, and she wanted to clear her mind, and desperately, too. As she walked down along the pavement, her brown eyes casted downwards, she allowed herself to destress, to take in the environment.

However, due to her lack of attention, she had wound up bumping into somebody, gasping as she felt herself falling backwards, squeezing her eyes shut. Suddenly, she was caught by the strong arms of the stranger, dipped downwards.

"You alright, Darlin'?" The stranger asked, his voice smooth and lilted with a beautiful Southern accent. She opens her eyes, only to lock her gaze with the strangers'.

Elvis Aaron Presley.

Gianna's face immediately flushed a bright red, her heart pounding fast in her chest. How could she be so careless...? "...Y-...Y-Yes, Sir..." She whispered bashfully, allowing him to pull her upright. "Forgive me, Honey. I wasn't watchin' where I was goin'." Elvis apologises. "N-N-No-! U-Uh- I-It's not your fault...! I-I-I should've been paying attention...!" She takes the blame, tucking her hair nervously behind her ear, holding her arms close to her body in attempts to shield her pudge from his gaze. "Mm, no worries. You don't have to take the blame, Miss...?"

Oh god...He was asking for her name...

"G-Gianna..." She spoke with a slight voice-crack, cringing internally as her face flushed hotter from the added embarrassment. He smiles at her so warmly, sending butterflies fluttering about in her stomach. "Well, Gianna," Her name rolled off his tongue so beautifully. "You don't need to worry, Sweetheart. But that's a mighty beautiful name. Italian?"

She hated how fucking cliche this all was.

"Y-Yes, Sir...I-I'm uh...Fourth generation Italian..." Gianna responded, still replying in a polite manner. "Aw, Honey, you can drop the 'Sir'. 'Elvis' would do just fine." Elvis smiled once more, clearly finding her bashfulness endearing. "O-O-Okay..." Could she stop stuttering for one second? "I uh...I-I-I need to go...Ch-Chores, you know...?" She awkwardly chuckled, taking a step back. "Hm? Oh, that's perfectly fine. You take care now, you hear?" He bowed his head slightly in understanding, watching her take a few more steps back. "U-U-Uh- Y-You too-!" With that awkward farewell, Gianna began to walk the way she came from, her mind reeling from the interaction she'd just had.

She couldn't wait to go home and tell her Family about it.

[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

Red x fem! Oc

In which the daughter of the Mad Hatter and the daughter of the Queen of Hearts have been twisted friends for a while.

Red ran through the alleyway, all the way up to the castle walls, until she inevitably got trapped there.

Before the guards could fully close in on her, she got pulled up from a pair of arms around her waist.

"Hey princess Rose." Mary smiled at the princess, who smirked back at her as she wrapped an arm around her neck to stabilise herself a bit more.

"My dad's not gonna be happy with you." She warned as they approached the hatter's tower, Red merely rolling her eyes.

"Also, he has a surprise for you! How exhilarating is that!" Mary hoisted her up a bit more, so she wouldn't slip, before Red could respond.

"You what's the surprise?" Mary shrugged, smiling down at her.

"I don't spoil surprises! You'll love it!" She grinned as they finally arrived, she swung the rope she was holding onto a bit, and she let go so they fell through an opened window.

Mary landed with a smooth roll, standing up in the same motion, whilst Red rolled and stuck to the ground, leaning against her friend's legs.

"Hi dad."

"Hey Maddox." The hatter sighed at the princess and his daughter, both looking at him, one with a smile, the other with a mischievous smirk.

"You really ought to stop one day, she'll find out and not be happy! I cannot keep sending my daughter towards an impending doom!" Red rolled her eyes, getting hoisted up by Mary and let herself fall back onto a chair.

"I finished it..." hatter finally spoke up once his daughter had taken off her coat.

"Really?"

"Yes, the time machine." Red shot up and went towards him, trying to snatch it out of his grasp.

He pursed his lips and slipped it into his coat, shaking his head.

"No, going back in time can be harmful to those who remain still, I cannot give it to you until you've grown in time." Red frowned, looking over at Mary, who even though she was devoted to her, wouldn't betray her own father.

"Okay. Well, doesn't matter anyway, because I can't even get out of this rabbit hole."

-

"Her royal majesty, my queen, it appears that there is a letter, from Auradon." Mary spoke up from behind Red, her father rushing towards them with it.

"Majesty!" The queen of hearts waved her hand and the letter started, it kept everyone captivated, the first sight of anything Auradonian in almost two decades, what a momentous occasion.

"I won't go if Mary can't." Red stood her ground, the queen sending Mary a warning glare.

"Princess Red, I must remain here, I have duties in court-."

"As my personal maid, so yeah, you're coming with."

"- and i'd much prefer simply seeing you off, as the invite only is for you, and your mother seems to be delighted by this new opportunity." Red rolled her eyes, looking at her mother with a dead panned stare.

"She's coming with me or I'll just escape that wretched institution."  The queen sighed, waving everyone off.

"Either you go, or she gets her head chopped off."

"But what am I supposed to do without my personal maid, you don't suppose I'll have to get a new one!"

"You don't need a maid there."

"I do! How dare you try revoke my right as a princess."

-

Red won, and Mary got to go with her to Auradon prep, an institution for the good and the even better.

"Mary!" Red whisper yelled as soon as her mother stood up on the stage, Mary quickly moving to stand behind Red.

"The watch." Mary muttered as she passed her princess, who quickly grabbed it and held onto Mary's hand.

"Let's go." Red was about to start it when Cinderella's daughter tried to pull a sword on the queen, and Red rushed in to try and stop her from getting executed, Mary staying behind in an attempt not to get executed too.

When they disappeared, she felt relieved, but deep inside also saddened.

"Where did she go." The queen turned to Mary, who was not sure herself.

"I would not know my queen, I shall search the highest of lows and the lowest of heights in my pursuit of my princess." She kneeled down as she spoke, keeping her head low and eyes trained onto the ground as she waited for the Queen's response.

"Mh. Don't fret it, she'll return soon." She didn't dismiss Mary, of course she didn't, and of course Mary just had to have kneeled into a small shard of stone, her knee starting to bleed from the constant pressure and the shard.

"Cinderella's execution shall be now!"

-

Prince Charming glanced at the girl kneeling a bit behind the queen, and the small puddle of blood around her knee, as he was being restrained.

"Where is my wife! Where is Ella!" The queen laughed at him, gesturing at Mary, who quickly stood up, her knee wobbling a bit as she stood up straight and went to grab the cushion with the glass heels.

"My queen." She kneeled next to her, her bloody and wounded knee on the ground, and held up the red pillow.

"Here.... Is my Ella." Mary looked up slightly with an arched eyebrow.

"Your Ella?! She chose me! Over you and your monsterly-." The queen threw the heels at his face, they broke, and cut his face open.

He silently stared at the broken glass, limp in the soldier's hold.

"It appears that she chose you until the very end."

-

"I cannot believe that I had to leave Mary because of you!" Chloe scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"What? Couldn't leave your maid behind?" Red took a step closer to her, eyes narrowed.

"Don't disrespect her like that, at least I know I can trust her."

"Yeah cause she fears you, not the same." Red nearly launched at her and killed her right there, but Chloe tried to get the watch.

"You don't get to go back if you disrespect her."

"What?! What did she do that you're so freakishly-!" Red cut Chloe off, smirking proudly as she answered.

"She swore her full devotion to me, so, technically, she's mine, which means she'll do anything I say." Chloe took a step back, fearing she'll get stabbed by the gloating princess.

"I really don't care about how low that poor girl stepped, but honestly, isn't that a bit like an exhibitionist?" Red's hair seemed to flair up in anger, baring her teeth as she launched at the girl, pulling at her hair.

"Do not call my girl a whore! You fucking bitch!" Chloe was more shocked by her language than anything else.

"Let! Go! Of! Me!" She tried getting her off, eventually resorting to kicking her off.

She stood with her hands on her knees trying to get her breath back, Red standing perfectly straight and gesturing for her to get up and move along.

"C'mon, let's go inside."

-

"Mom!" Chloe nearly cried out as they saw the heels break into Charming's face, Red rolled her eyes, instead focusing on Mary, who was still kneeling in front of her mother.

There was a small puddle of blood where she previously stood, and there were glimpses of blood where she had now rested her knee.

She clenched her fist, but quickly snapped the looking glass closed when Bridget turned around.

"I don't have one like that... but if it's a banned book, it's in Merlin's office, but that's enchanted...." She pouted, a bit sad she couldn't get what the girls wanted for them.

"I have a date with Athene, so I really have to start getting ready, I hope you'll find it though!" Red nodded slowly, pulling Chloe along as she exited the room.

They bumped into Athene along the way, who was going up to Bridget's room.

"Athene." The girl hummed and looked up from Fred, her mouse familiar, to Red.

"We kept Bridget up a bit, she just started getting ready." Athene let out a small Oh, then smiled.

"That's perfectly fine, I'll go back to Olivia then, she'll probably like having that saddle off a bit longer." Red raised an eyebrow, abandoning Chloe's arm and stopping Athene from leaving.

"Olivia?"

"Oh, she's one of my familiars, she's a water dragon, and such a sweetheart, I was planning on introducing her to Bridget and going to the dragon stalls with her, because she's my nicest dragon, the other can get a bit... snappy, yeah, that's the word." She tilted her head when Red didn't answer, "would you like to meet her? She's beautiful, her scales are a bit darker than Chloe's hair."

Red smirked, quickly nodding before grabbing Chloe's arm again and once again dragging her along after Athene.

The young witch wasn't kidding when she said the dragon was sweet, because she quite literally had no idea what danger even was.

"I told you, she's way too kind, it takes more effort to keep her safe from people than to keep people safe from her." Chloe had finally snapped out of her stupor and was staring in amazement at how the dragon seemed to trap Red with her tail, keeping her there until she could grab her with her front legs-?-.

Chloe snorted out a giggle, Red grumbling about getting saliva on her jacket was way too funny.

"Hey! Poet! Bridget's ready for you!" Ella yelled out of a window somewhere, and Athene nearly dashed away.

"She's sweet... do you think they'll last longer than this?" Chloe turned to Red to ask, who had been set down.

"Mh. They'll last yeah, but she'll die when their daughter is like 10." The shock on the charming princess' face was way too much to comprehend.

"Yeah, my mom really lost it after that."

-

"Red! Princess!" Mary rushed up to her when she finally got back to the present, not wearing her usual dark green, but instead a sage green and off white colour combo.

"Hey... what's with the-?" She trialed off when her mom stood up, turning around, with a whole other dress, and starting to make... bubble hearts?

"Where were you, you are so late Rose." Chloe snorted at the nickname.

"Well i'm here now."

[auraofbrightgreenandgold]

what a dumb lamb - Chapter 2

taglist: @vamprel short chapter today, 868 words

There was a weird sort of separation amongst the Yellowjackets.

As usual, Jackie and Shauna were off on their own. Mari and Akilah and the rest of the younger girls were completely missing. Natalie was getting high.

But for the first time, Lottie and Laura Lee were stuck to Sammi’s side. They huddled close to the fire in an attempt to ward off the attacks of mosquitos.

Laura Lee’s fingers were clasped tightly around Sammi’s. It made her palm overly-warm and clammy, but she felt like if she let go, the blonde may float away. Her cheeks were still slightly red from the excitement of the day.

Why Lottie was sticking nearby, she had no idea. They weren’t necessarily close, and Lottie had always treated her like a curiosity, something to watch when the rest of the team got quiet.

“Do you think she’ll be okay?” Laura Lee whispered, her fingers twining in her cream dress.

Sammi took a deep breath in. “I’m sure she will be. A broken leg won’t kill her.” She met Van’s eyes from across the campfire and was reminded of their conversation from earlier. She felt wrong, like somehow, she had caused Allie’s leg to break.

She reached across Lottie and grabbed her cup, the red plastic crackling under her grip. For the first time in her life, she took a sip of alcohol that hadn’t come from church.

Lottie tried to grab it from her. “Don’t think that’s a good…” She trailed off, both resigned and curious, as Sammi brought the drink to her lips.

It was a lot stronger than she had expected. It tasted like alcohol, with the barest, drowned-out notes of synthetic fruit hidden beneath. Her throat spasmed.

Lottie laughed, pulling the cup away from her slowly. “Didn’t like it?”

She wiped her hand across her mouth, purposefully and blatantly ignoring the scandalized look on Laura Lee’s face. “Nope.” Sammi swallowed again, attempting to pull the taste down her throat and out of her mouth. “That was a very bad idea.”

Another laugh, and Lottie’s forehead knocked against her shoulder as she cackled. “Maybe next time start with something less tampered with.”

“Yeah,” Sammi shook her head, warmth pooling behind her eyes as the buzz began to set in, “don’t think there’s gonna be a next time.” She snorted, looking up at the night sky. “How the hell do you all do this?”

Lottie put her hand across her back. “Oh, wow, Sammi. Communion wine did nothing for your tolerance.”

Giggling, Sammi shook her head, blinking hard. “I may need water. And a lot of Tylenol.”

“Oh-kay.” Lottie’s arm fully encircled her, helping her stand up. “I think it’s time we get you home.”

“Home equals death by angry Catholic woman.” Sammi tried to pull away from her. “My mother will smell it on me.”

Laura Lee stood with them, ever cautious even through her disapproval. “That’s why you don’t drink, McKenna.”

The use of her full name had Sammi’s eyes widening. “Witch,” she pointed to Laura Lee, “she used magic to learn my last name.”

One long blink. “It’s on your jersey, genius.” Laura Lee tucked her lips, taking in a deep breath. “You had one drink, how are you so drunk already?”

“I might have forgotten to eat lunch. Which I forgot about when I had that drink.”

“Samantha.” This time the scolding came from both girls.

Laura Lee crossed her arms. “And do not get drunk with wine, for that is debauchery, but be filled with the Spirit.”

“I did not get drunk with wine. I overestimated my tolerance, and got drunk on punch.” Sammi smiled at her. “Catholics like wine way too much to not get drunk on it, anyway. You Evangelicals are no fun.”

“Samantha.” This time, it sounded more like a warning.

Sammi put her hands up. “I surrender.”

Lottie laughed. “We need to get you drunk more often. Come on, we’ll go to my house. You can call your parents there.”

Shouts broke out across the way, and all three looked over in time to see Taissa shoving Shauna. “Oh, shit.” Lottie tugged Sammi along, and Laura Lee followed.

Jackie stood, facing them all, with a look of utter and complete disappointment. She looked, in the moment, a lot like Sammi’s mom. As Laura Lee retreated to her spot in line, Jackie approached Sammi.

“Something like this,” she took Sammi’s hands. “Samantha McKenna. You are the most helpful, welcoming, and accepting person I’ve ever met. You’re gonna do great things when you leave Wiskayok.”

Sammi felt her face fall. She couldn’t really remember a time Jackie had ever said anything truly nice to her. They’d been friends— or rather, friendly— since middle school, but that was because of soccer, not anything deeper.

“Jackie Taylor,” she started, chewing on her cheek as she thought, “you are a brilliant team captain. You’re a great leader.”

Jackie smiled at her. “See?” She gestured to the team. “Like that, people. C’mon!”

[pinkcannibal]

Thinking about marilynxreader nursing kink… like, it’s there subtextually which is amazing but imagine reader actually being confronted with the idea of it. How would she react?? I KNOW she would fold so fast if Mari made fun of her for it, and reader would eventually be cool with it, but what’s her thought process like when she has an absent thought of “I wanna nurse from Mari like she’s my mommy” and then just freezes and is like “oh”

okay im actually genuinely convinced yall have a 6th sense when it comes to me writing the fic or a prompt bc im LITERALLY writing a oneshot to do with readers oral fixation/nursing kink in eat your young and im adding it to the series....😳based on this persons anon:

you guys are insaneeeee. anyways it was going to be just that, a oneshot on tumblr, but ive decided to make it a fully fledged out oneshot fic ill post to ao3 (bc of the recent development of "you dont need a mother, not when im right here") and i will be posting it very soon!

soooo in saying that, slight spoiler for the fic ill be posting: the first time it happens, marilyn is so loving SO doting and Mommy abt it and its the most healing sacred act theyve done next to like, killing tyler. the second time it happens marilyn allows herself to be mean now that she knows reader wants this and aches for it <33 so like. yes she has that realisation of "oh fuck. i wanna nurse from her" but its always been subconscious, reader doesnt realise how bad she yearns for it until shes really emotionally vulnerable and she falls into the comfort like it was a part of her. but as always, theyre so fucking weird and freaky and crazy abt it <3

[lupinblacktheone]

How far I can see

Sirius learned from a young age to always be aware of his surroundings. Let's see where it brought him.

 Sirius knew when Mother was in a bad — or “worse”, in better wording — mood just as he heard her stepping into the room and when it was better to just skip dinner altogether and avoid one of Father’s rage outbursts — not that he was starving himself; Kreacher would bring his plate later. He also knew was what upsetting Regulus before he could open his mouth. No one noticed that about him — not that anyone paid any attention to his needs anyway, but that is off the matter. That only convinced Sirius he had an ability beyond his magic.

When he met James, Remus and Peter, he had chances to see if his power was really that secret. First, Peter. He was afraid of getting scolded at classes for being clumsy. Then, Remus (to be honest, there was no way he could just sit and watch the boy for a whole night on a monthly basis, come back with the lamest excuses — what dying, estranged great-great uncle would require whole family gatherings every full moon for months and not just die? Not to mention the scars and bruises. The Blacks could be wicked and twisted all they wanted, but at least they had the decency of fully healing their offspring before allowing them into the public eye again). After that, there was James. Who would say that the sunshine prankster had his eclipsed evenings? Sirius. Sirius would say that. And finally, the most heartbreaking of them all: Lily. He saw the Snivellus disaster coming two days into fourth year.  

Still, no one seemed to perceive Sirius the way he perceived others. That was until his 17th birthday. James, Peter and Remus decided to throw him a surprise party. A whole ass Halloween-themed party. And Peter even decided to go a few steps further to get Regulus to attend —to a genuinely unexpected success.

“I think he is hiding a third eye under all that hair”, James announced as he entered the Gryffindor Common Room with a box of records in his arms. “I could swear he looked at me as if he knew what I was thinking during breakfast.”

“I mean, Sirius is a dog and dogs can smell fear, so… you do the math”, Remus shrugged. “That probably just means you have to be more discreet.”

“Which is true, by the way”, Regulus pointed out as the set up the snack table with Emmeline.

“Oh, shut up, Arcturus.”

A few hours — and a lot of arguing — later, Remus grinned and declared:

“Showtime.”

People started to relax and mingle while he went on his quest: meet Sirius after his detention with Filch.

“What’s up with everybody?”, Sirius asked, tangling his own arm on the arm that Remus offered him (you can call them cheesy all you want, they just want to be in each other’s arms all they can).

“Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“No reason in particular. It’s just… everybody seems to be avoiding me lately and I can’t get why. And I am usually good at reading people.”

That was the only thing Remus feared in the whole process. At first, he seemed like the perfect candidate — better than Frank or Mary showing up, at least —, but it also meant the had to lie and improvise — and he was out of his cover-ups stock since the third year; all he had to offer were technical loopholes reserved for when they were caught by professors.

I can do this, he thought. It’s not that long of a walk.

“You are very special, Sirius. Did you know that?”

“Aww, thanks, babe”, Sirius got on the tip of his toes to kiss the other boy’s cheek. “As a matter of fact, yes. Mother used to say that a lot. She used less kind synonyms, though. Damaged, cursed, shame, embarrassment and disappointment, to mention some examples.”

“Well, if you take them as your standard, then something is clearly wrong with you, but if it wasn’t… would you be happy with your life?”

“Of course not. You wouldn’t be in it.”

“Sap”, Remus grinned. “But seriously, try to relax and stop thinking about what the others are thinking. You can’t do anything about it.”

You don’t know what you are talking about, Sirius whispered underneath his breath.

“Home, sweet home”, Remus sighed after giving the password to the Fat Lady portrait.

“Surprise!”, shouted a choir composed by every Gryffindor who had ever interacted with Sirius —special guest: Regulus.

“Happy birthday, mate”, said James, with a giant smile and ready to wrap him in a hug.

While people drank, ate, chatted and danced, Sirius walked around, contemplating their effort. Pictures of and with him adorned the walls, creating a museum-worthy collection of joyful moments, unlike the thousands of portraits in the Black manor, whose sole purpose was to keep a registry of those who had started there a both miserable and opulent existence.

They were playing the songs he had heard for the first time on that very same room and that now the cherished dearly. They had gathered all the snacks he wasn’t allowed to gave growing up. They had Marlene prepare drinks just like Slughorn would do to a batch of potions —an especially colorful one. They had reunited all the people who managed to walk their way into his heart —one more than all the others, but that is a whole different story. They had even brought his baby brother, which likely called for a truce. They had assembled everything he most loved. And he hadn’t even mentioned enough how much he loved each one of them. Because he didn’t have to. They saw him. Just like he saw them.

[vinylfoxbooks]

September 9 - Curl | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 715 Previous part | First part

When Regulus finds his brother, Sirius is leaning against the bars to another cell, “Sirius.” He hisses, causing both his brother and Remus to turn to him, “We’re getting them out of here and we’re leaving.” 

Sirius takes a second to put together what he said before his face lights up, “You’re… you’re saying what I think you’re saying.”

“If we get them out, the punishment that we will face from our parents is far greater than anything that I want to face and we won’t be able to see the crew for a while. We’re getting them out and we’re going with them. But we need to do this as fast as possible, get a plan for sneaking them out, find Lily, and fucking do this before mother finishes up with Druella.” Sirius nods. Sirius presses a kiss to his boyfriend's lips before taking off to find Lily, grabbing his younger brother’s wrist and dragging him along. 

They find Lily at the very end of the dungeon, humming a song to herself. At their approach, she looks up and tilts her head, “Well, well. I knew that I’d get out of here eventually, but I didn’t think it’d be you two that would save me.”

“Can it, Evans.” Regulus mumbles, “We just needed to know where you were. With you three being so far apart… planning is going to be difficult.” But they figure it out anyways. 

And by the end of the hour, Sirius has gone up to distract the guards even longer by doing something irresponsible while Regulus has gone through and unlocked the cells with the key that he had Kreacher steal from his mother. Once all three of them are standing at the stairs up to the door, Regulus is about to sneak out when James catches him by the wrist, pulling his body to the taller’s. James reaches up and gently tangles his hand into Regulus’ curls, pulling him into a gentle kiss, “We’re going back to our ship, and we will wait for you.”

Regulus nods, “I know. If we’re not there, or one of us doesn’t make it by an hour to dawn, you all need to leave.” James nods and Regulus slips away and up the stairs. 

When Walburga comes storming into his room, asking why he let Sirius back into the castle and cause trouble, Regulus hums and straightens, “You told us that your meeting should be done with Druella by now. I wanted to go back home, I honestly thought that he was still in his room. My apologies, mother.” 

Walburga sneers at him before hissing, “You’re lucky that we have guests, Regulus Arcturus Black.”

“I won’t make the mistake again, mother.” Regulus shakes his head and waits until the door behind slams and the sound of his mother’s heel goes clicking away. He gives it until dusk before he’s going to Sirius’ room with a bag that he’s packed slung over his shoulder.

Sirius looks up at him, his own back slung over his shoulder is waiting for him and, together, the two of them follow the usual route that they know Remus and James take to get out of the palace. They take to the alleys with their hoods thrown over their heads, sneaking through the growing dark as best they can. 

It’s not long until they’re on the ship. Marlene is standing by the dock toying with something on her belt. She looks up, knife suddenly in hand and pointed at them, before calming once she sees who was approaching, “Took you two long enough. Get the fuck on.” She jerks her shin towards the ship and the brothers don’t argue. Marlene follows behind them after getting the ship ready to depart. She lets out a call and the ship starts fully moving, Mary up at the helm nodding down at her. “James is in the captain’s quarter, Remus is below deck.” And with that, she walks off. Regulus is quick to find himself in the captain’s quarters, where James is lounging on his bed, seeming not at all affected by the events of the day. 

“Hello, love.” James smiles, “How my bed is comfortable when you’ve spent the whole day in a cell.”

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“Come here.” And Regulus does.

[ramenwritesss]

Alternate reason as to why Ponyboy joined the party! If you guys want me to make this canon in my fic, it’s not entirely too late, I could add it into a different chapter if you want

My whole life I’ve been devalued, and I was fully aware of that.

Now, of course, nobody downright told me, nobody says that to a twelve year old, but I could tell it was true.

Mom was always too busy keeping Dally out of jail. She always criticized me, comparing me to my brothers if I did anything wrong. When I skipped a grade she barely said anything, she was tryin to figure out what to make for dinner because they had so many. 

They had three, two now considering the fact I wasn’t even a Curtis at this point. 

If the gang went somewhere without inviting me, and I asked about it, she would always go on a tangent along the lines of:

“Oh come on, Ponyboy! You arn’t apart of the gang, your brothers just let you hang around because it would rude not to invite you. Let them spend time with their friends without their little brother nagging them.”

I was ten when she first told me that. That’s when the insecurity started. 

One time, she was trying to bail him out of jail. I hadn’t known he was even jail at the time so I had asked her to come to my track meet. She had never yelled at me so loud and so angrily before.

I never asked her, or anyone for that matter, to go to a track meet again. I just dealt with the fact that I never had a family in the stands and when I won I wouldn’t have a family to celebrate with. I’d be the kid who won but was alone afterwards.

Dad was loved talking to Sodapop about cars and went to every single one of Darry’s football games. Dad was the one that taught Sodapop to fix cars. He was so happy to teach him but when I asked, he was always too busy.

He was always there when Two had a hangover, when Dal needed out of jail, when Johnny was beat up by his dad, when Steve was kicked out by his, when Darry got into a fight or Sodapop had a bad breakup.

But he couldn’t spare five minutes to talk to his youngest son. 

I guess that’s probably my fault. Who would want to talk to me anyways?

Darry never had time, similar to dad. He always had football practice he was hanging with friends. If I needed help on homework, I could always “Do it myself” since I had skipped a grade. If I was ever crying, I was a crybaby.

If Johnny was down, he’d take him to play football or get ice cream. He replaced one little brother for the one he actually wanted. That had stung.

A lot.

But Johnny didn’t have family, so I never said anything. I convinced myself the reason I never got any attention was because Johnny needed it more. So I let him have it. Even if that meant I lost my brother because of it.

Two-bit was always nice to me. I always thought he was the only one who liked me. But that was quickly thrown out the window when I overheard him complaining to dad about beating a babysitter.

I turned down every offer to go anywhere with him after that. I joined tons of free activities at school to keep myself there so h wouldn’t have to babysit. 

I joined the arts club and got really good at drawing and actually enjoyed it a lot. I joined the book club where we all pick a book and read it. We can talk about it when we join again. I joined the fight team, the basketball team, the soccer team, and I kept doing track.

The teachers praised me on how many clubs and teams I joined and always commented on how my family must be proud…they didn’t even know.

I also joined Drama and got any role I wanted, I just had to ask for it. I got Hamilton I the play “Hamilton” and I got Bert in the Mary Poppins musical. My class,ages insisted it was because I was a “Pretty Boy” but I didn’t believe that.

Which is a perfect segway into the next person; Steve. He’s always made fun of me and always told me I was a tag-a-long. Until my mother confirmed what he was saying, I’d always roll my eyes, now I look down and whisper “I know” only loud enough for me to hear.

He would mercilessly make fun of my height and weight. 

“You’re too fat for how short you are”

 “You eat too much, you’re gonna be all chubby when you grow up!”

And everyone laughs. They don’t even try to stop him. Not Darry, not Sodapop. Soda only tried stopping the rude comments after mom and dad died, and I don’t know why.

Dally is self explanatory. He hates me, similar to Steve, and it’s clear. He hates everyone in the world but the gang and I wasn’t apart of the gang. Johnny was the only one he genuinely loved.

He always looked disappointed when I’d go to the drive-ins with them, so I’d make excuses as to why I couldn’t go after I agreed. He’d have a grin on his face when he’d find out it’d only be him and Johnny, or only him and the gang, or only him and Two-bit.

And Sodapop? Sodapop was nicest to me, even more than Two-Bit. He’d invite me places with him and Steve, he’d drive me places after he had gotten his license, he slept in my bed when I’d gotten nightmares.

All it took was for one singular “Shut up! God, you’re so annoying!” To have my one person, my one wall come tumbling down and left in a pile of ash and bricks.

I should have known he didn’t mean it, I should have known he was just having a bad day. But I was thirteen, and growing up how I did, you never think rationally. I asked to stop sharing a room after that too, and Soda happily agreed.

At least Steve couldn’t bug me about that anymore.

Annoying. Brat. Tag-a-long. Stupid. Loud.

Those words rang in my head all the time and they are what kept me in my room almost everyday.

So, I really have no idea why, but I did something insane. I joined a different group. A different gang. The Party.

Sure, I’ve known everyone in the gang since I was still in diapers, we grew up together, but that’s the problem. I’ve known them my entire life they have only known me for, what? Eight years? Ten years?

Sure, that’s a lot, but when they don’t like you it becomes a lot shorter.

They wouldn’t care if I made my own friends. They wouldn’t care who they were. They wouldn’t care that I took off the dog-tag necklace mom got us all when the gang was complete. They wouldn’t care if I got new brothers and new brother figures. 

They wouldn’t care.

But to my shock, they did.