#bear with me cause I am not gonna take this seriously

[defire]

Hello!

Are you still planning to do the whump videos you talked about?

Referring to this post

Yes! And I an SO Excited that you guys were so interested in being involved!!

Making whump films

Here's a more detailed view of my vision for this, and remember that any contributors' opinions would influence the direction of these productions.

So imagine a stream of content, coming out with a new one-minute episode every few days on Tumblr and Tiktok. People get to see, for example, first whumper kidnaps whumpee, then whumpee’s defiance, the ensuing punishment, and then on the fourth episode, Caretaker is introduced! And whumpee hates them for some reason. y'know, fun stuff like that!

And guys, I can’t wait to have the funding to do this together in person, because filmmaking is one of the most vulnerable and hilarious processes i’ve ever been a part of.

Depending on what series is most well-liked, we could keep that series going on and on, replacing the less-liked ones, and eventually we could make full-length films based on it for that audience. We could have tiny series that don’t take off and just feel good that we got to do it. And eventually we’ll find a rhythm of filmmaking that balances our personal obligations with this growing project.

Best people for the core team: People that love Whump/Survivor Media and create that kind of content all the time. Wanting to do it is going to mean a lot in the long run!

My dream for this is emotional thriller-type stuff like hostage situations, beatings, and gangs. There would likely be sexual violence, humiliation, and with a bigger budget, fight scenes! Unfair ones! It's crucial that all whumpees are written with agency, are cool in some way, and move the plot forward. It's important that whumpers are depicted as humans with their own lives and their own reasons--twisted though they may be. I want to shed light on abuse dynamics without pushing any beliefs on the viewers.

Here are some name ideas!!

XD I love all these options so much... ESPECIALLY the Walk it Off one oh my goodness that's just hilarious.

Hope you guys are alright with being tagged--and please let me know if not!

@yetanotherheathen @cutwhipburn @whimpity-whumpity @megalo-station @hostile-makeover @sweetwhumpandhellacomf @a-whumperful-world-indeed @eight-littlenightmares @befuddled-calico-whump @walkingchemicalfire @walkingmemery

@voidwhump @ba-bhump @frantic-fuck @popcorn-plots @studyofwhump @whumping-all-the-way @turtlesnap1

@evilwriter37 @withywhump @scumashling

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[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (ix) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : heated arguments and laundry days

warnings : ANGSTY!!!, mentions of alcohol and weed, sort of proofread

mickey speaks : thank you for bearing with me!!!! SHES BACK AND ILL HAVE PT 10 OUT TOMMORROW everyone cheered.

THIS IS PART NINE GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST SILLY!!!

THE music and crowd are just as rowdy as they were when the night began despite it being close to three in the morning, though the two of you only have heard muffles of it from behind matt's door.

he places a yellow card down while shaking his head in defeat, "go ahead."

you shyly smile as you place the colorful 'draw four' card on top of his, "uno out!"

you giggle when matt's head to falls into his elbow and his body collapses dramatically after losing for the third time now. "this game's fuckin' stupid, i didn't even wanna win anyway." he speaks through a roughness in his voice, smirk taking up his face as he moves his body away from the cards and towards the head of the bed.

you suck and nibble at your bottom lip as you shuffle the cards out of the way, mumbling, "mhm, of course you didn't."

he lays with an arm behind his head and slowly grows frustrated at your need to neatly place the uno cards back in the box (though your movements aren’t all that organized with the alcohol and weed in your system), “stop worrying about that and come here.” he blinks softly and childishly uses his foot to spill the open box of cards out of your hands, causing a good amount to scatter across his bed.

you finally look at him, with his silver chain proudly twinkling against his bare chest and his face that isn’t hiding his overwhelming high. “seriously?” you sigh, “now i’m gonna take longer, stupid.” you tease as you gather the cards again.

you can't help but notice his need for your attention is uncharacteristically high right now.

though matt abandoned you first- moving to the highest part of his bed without warning or inviting you -he’s starting to feel as if he was the one abandoned by you.

matt groans loudly in response, “come hereee. who cares about some fuckin’ cards?” he then lowers his voice to a grumble that he secretly hopes your perfect ears don’t catch, “‘s my birthday and i want you next to me.”

you smile to yourself and place the sleek closed package of cards off to the side of the bed, crawling towards matt. “oh really? i almost forgot?” you finally reach him and hover over his torso with your own.

your smile is relaxed and your teeth peek just the slightest bit from between your full lips in a way that drives matt a little crazy.

“yeah, i’m actually supposed to be hosting a party right now…” his hand absentmindedly finds the end of the shirt, he'd offered you after a second round of sex, and feels over the soft, familiar material.

your eyes widen as you let out a breath, “shit, am i distracting you?”

matt’s lips downturn as he shakes his head dismissively, “no…” his puffy eyes scan over you and he shrugs, “you’re perfect.” he whispers.

you dismiss him with a playful roll of your eyes and head shake- mostly to guard yourself, you wouldn’t want to cherish something matt only passively comments.

he notices you move away slightly and grips the bottom of the shirt to keep you close, “what’cha shakin’ your head for?” his face paints a look of true emotion- only you can’t quite place which.

“you’re funny,” you reply and take hold of his hand, tracing the outline of a deep vein that leads to his wrist- with thick curls of cursive tattooed across the skin reading: ‘seek divinity.’

“why am i funny?” he questions, watching as you move his hand to the highest part of your smooth neck.

he squeezes once and rubs the area, waiting for your response. “sorry- you just make me feel funny.” you correct, bringing your face closer to his.

matt wets his lips, “is that a bad thing?” his eyes squint as he stares at you in confusion.

you honestly just want to kiss him and make him forget you ever exposed any part of your feelings. “i don’t know,” you look at his lips and move closer to messily capture them between your own.

matt easily falls compliant when kissing you, frequently pulsing his hand around your throat to keep your attention.

when the two of you finally pull away his hands feel up your side and you wipe his mouth with your thumb before adjusting your body to lay against his chest.

matt rubs the plush of your hip hypnotically, “thanks for all of my gifts, by the way. you had me feelin’ so fuckin’ spoiled.” you can hear the uncontrollable smile in his tone. and you’re right, his drunken brain can’t help but smile in remembrance of your sweetness.

he hates himself a little for even wondering how much spoiling you’d do for a boyfriend, especially if you treated someone as one-note as matt this way.

you breathe in the remaining musk of matt's cologne and continue to draw swirls and never ending lines across his pale chest, “mm, you really liked it?" you know his answer but want to hear the validation nonetheless.

“of course i did, what the fuck? i got titty pics, my favorite cake made, and then some skimpy panties to fuck you in all for me? i’d say i liked every part of it.” you tilt your head up to face him as his smooth voice vulgarly shares his gratitude with you.

you smirk as much as you can with a face squished against his chest, and you want to hear him confirm it again when you probe, “really?”

he breathes before continuing, “yeah. even though i already knew you’d make us cakes.”

“are you calling me predictable?” you hum.

“no, but you’re not very slick. you fully asked me about my favorite cake flavor right after we came, like a week ago?”

“‘right after’ is exaggerating, matt.”

“i barely had my dick out of you and you went,” he adjusts your face to look at him as he holds your cheek and dramatically bats his eyes, “‘mmmm…matt that was soooo good. you’re amazing,’” you roll your eyes at his made-up fantasy. his thumb continues caressing your while pitching his voice up with a whine, “‘and what was your favorite flavor of cake again?’”

you deadpan, “okay, so now we’re just making shit up?”

“i was pretty damn close!” he has a faux look of shock on his face.

“shut up,” you laugh and remove your face from his hold to lay on him once more.

silence falls over the two of you as his hand inches further down your hip to palm at the curve of your ass. "i'll have to let danielle know you liked the embroidery."

matt's face screws up while he stares at the ceiling, "who the fuck is danielle?"

"she's a friend from school... i saw her a few weeks ago because she came into the bakery. we went out for my lunch break and-"

matt pauses from repeatedly saying "mhm" to tease you, "oh, so you were telling her all about me?"

"you wish. she was a fashion major and told me about all of the sewing and embroidery machines she uses to run her small business. so... i asked if i could pay for a commission."

"mmm, wow. possibly your sexiest idea yet," he feels your face shift to glance up at him and returns the contact, "you'll definitely have to tell danielle i say thank you." his eyes drop to your lips then back to your eyes.

you take the opportunity to lean closer to his mouth, which he willingly welcomes with a deep kiss; the most addicting part about kissing matt is the sensualness he adds with his slowed movements. it's so attractive that you almost grow resentful- because how could you not develop feelings for someone who is so deceptively careful with you?

matt pulls you closer and brings your body to lay directly on top of him, without giving your lips a second apart. the kiss never dies- with the amount of heavy petting and tongue involved the two of you can't help but work each other up.

only matt's lips now curl and he pulls away to give out an entertained giggle. your eyes question him and your lips don't know whether to mimic his or lean into a pout, "what?"

matt breathes in deeply through his nose and chuckles through his words, "nothing," he shakes his head, "just, like, crazy to me how you were for real dancin' on those dudes and shit all while you had my initial right where they wanted to be..." he runs his tongue over his front teeth.

your immediate reaction is to roll your eyes, typical ego-centric matt. he only replies with a mocking roll of his eyes as he smirks into another kiss. only now his lips make you feel disturbed- not attracted or comfortable -just sick.

so you pull away from him, "but what's so crazy and hilarious about that, matt?"

he shrugs, "i don't know," he laughs, "just nice to know at the end of the day i'm the one gettin' you."

you would swoon, if he hadn't already pissed you off beforehand with his competitive "claim" over you. yet at the same time you feel small and belittled- just like you did sat next to the blazing firepit with matt stood over you solely to rely a pathetic message to lucas. to say you're insulted is less than.

he can read your stiff body language easily, "sunny, look- 's not serious i'm just sayin' it's ironic that you have all these guys droolin' over you all while you knew you'd be in bed with me by the looks of your underwear." he says it with a smile which only makes your stomach hurt.

you pinch your eyes shut, "feels like your slut shaming me or something and that's, like, really low and fucked up, matt. i wasn't grinding on anyone tonight and even if i was, why should it matter to you?"

matt's playfulness seems to never end as he slowly and sarcastically nods his head, "'kay... so that must've been some other small-dress-wearing girl rockin' hips with lucas earlier."

"oh, fuck you." you begin to move from your place on his lap, wanting to leave before your fogged brain makes you too emotional.

"come here, where are you going?"

"anywhere but here," you mumble while searching for your phone in the dim lighting.

he throws his head back to rest against his headboard, "oh my god, i wouldn’t have said anything if i knew you’d be so serious about it, sunny."

"how else was i supposed to react, dickhead?"

"i don’t know right now but can you just come back? i’m cold now," his hand rubs over his chest while he eyes you.

"no, you can freeze. i should probably get out of here," your voice wavers a little due to your frustration.

you scurrying around his room is making his head start to hurt, "what are you looking for, huh? and i thought you were staying the night?"

your reply is snipped, "my phone." you begin to move his comforter around.

"it's right here," he grabs it from underneath a pillow next to him. but before he places it in your open palm he spares a glance at the bright screen earning an amused grin from him that you'd understand when seeing the two messages from lucas displayed on your lock screen.

"don't even start," you warn and matt only laughs harder.

"wow, he wants you so fuckin' bad. guy can't take a hint." he tsks to himself.

your tongue pokes into your cheek in irritation, "you're ridiculous, matt. truly. at least lucas cares enough to listen to me and do fun things like dance with me."

matt's unseriousness actually begins to die and there's a sharpness in his voice that you haven't received before, "listen to you? sweetheart, i listen to you run your mouth anytime we're around each other and you know that. we just sat and talked for an hour and a half so please don't tell me someone else 'listens to you' more. it's pretty hard not to."

your lips slowly pull into your mouth and you grip your phone harder, "clearly i hit a nerve..." you back away and go to pick your dress off of the ground, "you need to go to sleep or something. you're getting really mean, matt."

he rubs his hands over his face harshly, "okay, i didn’t mean to come off that way."

"whatever," you dismiss, taking his shirt off of your figure and replacing it with your tight dress. you reluctantly come closer to him and when he looks up at your face you turn around, "can you zip this so i can get the fuck out of here, please?"

"sure," he sighs and runs the zipper up your spine easily.

you lick your lips and don't even bother to look back at him as you gather your shoes and head towards the door.

"y/n?"

you stop and glace behind you to see him lying in the same position with a hand combing through his tussled hair, "what, matt?"

"like, are we not doin' this anymore...? is this just a right now issue or-?"

you throw your head back. his head is stuck on whether you'd still fuck him after this? really?

"hold on, i'm sorry, let's clear things up..." you let out an annoyed breath and turn to face him. "we aren't and never were exclusively seeing each other, correct?"

he's utterly confused by what ever point you're trying to make now, "no, we're not exclusive."

"right. so," the way you talk with your hands makes the calmness of your voice scarily condescending, "back to our initial topic... why the fuck do you have something to say about me and what i do outside of my direct relation to you?"

"because it's with my friend, who i've made clear to be off limits. that's disrespect," matt's mouth is in a straight line and his face completely sobered.

"and erin?! what the fuck is that?" matt sighs loudly and goes to cut you off, only for you to jump in a little louder now, "but because i don't threaten her and bully her out of simply speaking with you, she's not off limits?!"

matt has lost any since of a high he was once having. he's left pissed- not only because you're pissed at him but also because he's remembering exactly why he avoided you in the first place. his voice grows loud as he finally gets up from his bed, "y/n, you fucked me after erin was already interested in me! so what does that say about you?! you're really erin's friend? you believe that? sure." he shakes his head in disbelief.

you want to rip his perfect face off, "and what does that say about you?! that you're a slut? you're trying out two berries from the same bush, so fuck you. i'm done, actually. erin can have your sorry ass, leftovers go bad after a few days anyway." you turn to truly leave this time, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted.

but before you make it far matt delivers his thoughts in a heated speech, "yeah, okay, fuck you, y/n! go fuck around with someone who wants to dance around with you, like lucas or one of my other friends! i know you like the ones closest to me."

he's gotten close enough that he can see your eyes are glossed over as you whisper, "i hate you, matt" through your quivering mouth. his expression is tight and he ignores your pitiful demeanor in favor of opening his door and slamming it shut as soon as you're out.

౨ৎ

"good morning, brothers!" chris hollers as he walks into the trashed home from the garage. he places his keys into a dish on top of a table near the door (that now has old lollipop sticks and lost earrings found after the party had ended), and greets the two zombified versions of his brothers once more, "i said 'good morning brothers!'"

"chris, we heard you, now i'm gonna need you to turn that down a million notches." nick glances at him from the side before pouring milk in his bowl of cereal.

chris takes a seat next to nick at the dining room table and begins to peel the last orange from the centered fruit bowl, "do you feel twenty three?"

"no, i feel hungover and like i want you to be quiet," nick's voice is croaky as he takes another bite of his cereal and wordlessly scrolls on his phone.

"so enthusiastic." he rolls his eyes and takes a slice of orange into his mouth, "matt get in here, i can hear you doin' laundry!"

there's a slam of the dryer door and tussled noise before matt appears in the kitchen, "kid, yell again. i dare you."

"'i dare you,'" chris mocks, "no way a hangover's got you actin' this bitchy. it's the day after our birthday guys!"

"uh huh," matt grabs a bottle of water from the bare fridge, "where'd you just come from?"

chris continues to stuff his mouth with orange slices, "had to take andrea and y/n home; drea has work today."

"oh my god, speaking of-" nick places his phone down to debrief his brothers, "tell me why y/n fucking comes up to me last night- like close to the end of the party. like, i'm ready to either fuck jack or go to sleep my damn self, and she's cryin' and her hair's a mess and she's just like 'can i go to your room?' and obviously i'm terrified-" he takes a break to slurp more cereal.

"and you took her to your room?" chris questions.

"well of course i did. but i'm terrified for her and she just keeps telling me 'don't worry, i'm just being dramatic.' and obviously this morning i didn't get to talk to her so i'm worried."

matt keeps to himself, biting on his lip and twisting the cap to his water bottle on and off.

"well, she seemed okay in the car. like, she was quiet but i assumed it was after-party-recovery, you know."

"weird," is all matt adds before walking out of the kitchen and to his bedroom to go back to sleep.

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you took a burning hot shower when you got home.

you let the water slap at your skin and leave it aching and numb. you felt embarrassed at the sight of your body and the deep hickeys you allowed matt to scatter wherever he wished the night before. you took out the contacts that you slept in and threw them in the trash. your eyes felt itchy and you wanted to cry.

you swaddled yourself in an old college crewneck and tiny bloomer shorts for comfort. you wore your chunky, oversized glasses as you poured orange juice into a mug. only to actually cry out of frustration when remembering you hadn't brushed your teeth yet.

your tears mixed with the toothpaste in the sink. you were grateful andrea wasn't there to pity you. and you whispered to figaro that he couldn't tell anyone that you were this shaken up over a man.

you poured the rest of the orange juice down the sink. you didn't want to wait for the mint in your breath to leave.

you texted your parents to feel something; a simple "hi."

and you eventually opened your laptop and began searching for jobs that align with your biology major. that got overwhelming quickly. so you took a break and started a season of love island.

you fell asleep two episodes in.

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"no way his ass is still asleep," nathan laughs and approaches matt's door, knocking a few times, "dude! it's nate, come out here!"

unexpectedly the door opens, revealing matt in nothing but his plaid pajama pants. "yeah? what's up, man?" he steps out and daps him up smoothly.

"it's alive!" chris cackles from the couch.

nate shakes his head, "we were gonna go out to eat somewhere. they wanted to leave you but you know i had to check with you first."

"uh... sure i'll come too. i'm actually starving." matt smirks.

"wait matt, do you know where that one shirt of mine is- it's white and has like red on it and those words on the back...?" chris approaches to ask.

"you're lucky i just washed it otherwise i'd lose my mind over that bland ass description. should be in the dryer." matt suggests before leaving to go change in his room.

"cool, i'll grab it when you're fully ready so it's fresh."

matt calmly adjusts his silver chain the correct way around his neck, standing in the kitchen, when chris comes around the corner with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"what...?" nick looks at him confused and wanting nothing more than to leave the house.

"ummm... just found out that matt actually pulls and i'm shocked at how i discovered." he giggles to himself incessantly.

"what are you talking about?" matt's face twists.

"you got some girl underwear with your initial on it? you're a real ass freak!" chris bursts out laughing.

"what?!" nick asks, horrified and nathan barks out a laugh.

"the fuck are you talking about chris? why're you goin' through shit that isn't yours?" matt runs a hand over his face.

"did not know erin got down like that," nate breathes through his laugh.

"guess what? it's not our business and i would prefer to not make it my business at all actually!" nick raises his hands defensively.

"great, thank you nick! let's go now, i need a fuckin' drink or something." matt redirects.

chris can't help himself, "i'm sure you do you dirty motherfucker!"

•

[bluesgrxce]

Michael Afton x Reader

A story in which you help Michael (and Helpy! 💖) run their little pizzeria restaurant

[Part 1]

"So... This is the new pizzeria?"

You stood at the entrance of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place with a disapproving frown. The building consisted of only a single room, and even considering that, it was cramped. The walls and floors were in the ugliest shade of brown, causing the room to seem that much more barren. The only attraction were the messily put-together pieces of trash on stage. 

That wasn't an exaggeration. There was a sign on stage that read 'TRASH AND THE GANG!' in what you recognized as Michael's sloppy handwriting. 

"Well, it's what I have so far. Any thoughts?"

Michael looked at you through the tiny holes of his white bear mask. His face was entirely hidden and his new business suit hid his violet skin. He appeared... Handsome. He stuck out against the hideous scenery, at least. You caught yourself staring for a second too long and averted your gaze. 

"I mean... I guess it could be worse? But, you know, it kinda looks like you went dumpster diving for this stuff." You forced out a string of laughter, unable to see the hesitant expression on his face. 

Your laughter gradually faded into quiet chuckles, dying out when you noticed his tense shoulders and odd silence. An alarm blared in your mind. 

"Mike?"

"...Yes, love?"

That sweet, pleading tone made your knees weak. It threatened to completely wipe out your rising disappointment, but only for a moment. Your eyes narrowed on him. "You didn't actually go dumpster diving, did you?"

"Oh, no, don't worry about that. I have enough of an odor as it is," He muttered, glancing at his right sleeve, which had rolled up to expose a bit of purple skin. Huffing at the reminder, he yanked the sleeve down and neatly tucked his arms behind his back. "So I wouldn't consider it."

You sighed in relief. "Good-"

"At least, I wouldn't consider doing it myself."

You froze. 

Michael shifted uncomfortably underneath your cold, blank stare. He waited for you to continue the conversation, but eventually, the pressure of your stunned gaze made him crack. Yet all he could utter out was: "Dumpster Diver Weekly has some exceptional deals."

...Oh. Your eyes darted towards the so-called "animatronics" on stage. Oh damn, he wasted money on that shit!

A groan fell out of your lips as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "Michael... Just how much did you spend?"

His voice started out soothing, then slowly grew more and more timid. "Not much, not much... Only... Our last hundred dollars..." 

"Seriously?!" 

He flinched. It was a subtle action, barely even caught on your radar, but you were overwhelmed with guilt the moment you did. You knew better than to raise your voice around him.

"Sorry," You managed a softer, though still upset tone. "But- But c'mon, Mike, what are we gonna fall back on if we don't earn anything for a while?"

The question made him pause. It took a few moments for him to gather his thoughts, however, it wasn't long before he gently tilted your chin up and leaned in. "Don't worry about that, either. I'll figure out a way to put food on the table, no matter what." 

"But I am gonna worry about it, because I'm worried about you." 

Hearing that left him flustered and oblivious to the way you began to close the gap. He gulped. "You- You really shouldn't be... I can do this all myse-"

Your arms wrapped around his neck to rope him in for a hug. He instantly shut up. 

"Remember what I told you about letting me take over every once in a while?" You asked in a hushed whisper. He could feel your lively heart beating against his lukewarm, undead chest. He was certain that he'd be blushing if blood still ran through his veins. 

He reluctantly admitted, "I do..."

You smirked. "Then let me do that right now."

Speechless, he watched as you left his side to approach the stage. Your hands were on your hips and your attitude was nothing but determined. 

"Okay, first off, Trash and the Gang are gonna have to go ASAP. I'll tolerate them because they're all we can afford right now, but the moment we can, we'll upgrade." You spun around to face him. "Understand?"

He quickly nodded.

"We're also gonna have to invest in some kind of cups and plates. The kids can't eat without them, but we can cheap out for now and stick with the paper kind."

"Good idea," He agreed. Your lips tugged into a pleased smile, shoving your hands in your pockets and returning to your original activity of scanning the restuarant. But this time, you felt optimistic hope over disgust. 

"We'll have to get something else to entertain the kids too... I'm thinking arcade games. The games were always my favorite part of Freddy's as a kid."

Michael lowly hummed. "We definitely can't afford those."

"That's fine, we'll work our way up to it. Maybe we'll just get some balloons to decorate the place for now." A nostalgic memory popped up in your mind, causing you to groan. "Not including one of those annoying Balloon Boy animatronics from the '87 location, though. Ugh." 

He tilted his head thoughtfully. "I saw a ballpit-"

"If you're talking about the cardboard box from that Dumpster Diver Weekly, then sorry, but no. The last thing we need is a lawsuit," You reasoned. 

Your logic was good enough to make him pipe down. He knew there was no use arguing if you were right. For a split second, you smiled, but you instantly switched to more skeptical expression when peering at the "animatronic" in the center of the stage. 

"Speaking of lawsuits... Mr Hugs is looking like a liability right now."

You stifled your laughter in an attempt to seem as serious as possible. Michael's gaze wandered back and forth between you and the machine on stage. "What? You don't like Mr Hugs?

His geniune tone only made it more difficult to reel yourself in. "Pfft... Yeah, Mr Hugs looks like he wants to vacuum my face off... I wouldn't want a hug from him." 

"So you think it could hurt you?"

His white pupils had locked onto you intensely. Your amused grin melted away, replaced by an uncomfortable frown. 

"Not... Not really, it's just a vacuum cleaner. I was only trying to lighten the-"

"No. I'll get rid of it."

He swiftly moved past you and you knew it was too late. Whenever you mentioned any type of danger, your overprotective partner would immediately sweep it away. Some of these moments had worse consequences than others, but it wasn't really a problem this time- Now there was one less ugly "animatronic" to ward potential customers off. 

But that didn't mean you were any less concerned for him. He got worked up so easily. In an attempt to be comforting, you gently put a hand on his shoulder.

He jerked away the moment you did. He hadn't meant to, it was just an instinct, but it deepened the worry lines on your face. You did your best to give him an encouraging smile anyway. 

"Listen, Mike... I know the future of this place might not look good now, but we're gonna get through this together. This is our project," You reassured. "We don't have anything to worry about. We'll figure it out."

Total silence in response. Not even the sound of him breathing wasn't present. (Since he didn't need to.) Your smile became a little crooked, fearing your words had only made him feel worse. 

But then, one of his hands fell to his side, right next to yours. His fingers slowly spread open, testing the waters of his damaged skin. When the shakiness faded away, you delicately intertwined your fingers with his. Your wedding rings bumped together in the process. 

He didn't jerk away this time. 

× × ×

When you are married to a walking corpse 😻😻

[delumimi]

Trouble Sleeping?

Summary: You are tired of Leon’s snoring.

Gender: Fluff.

Pairing: Death Island Leon x Reader.

A/N: I had to redo this twice ‘cause it got deleted but anyways this is so short i am sorry, I have to clarify that english isn’t my native language so I apologize for any grammar errors, enjoy!

Your marriage with Leon was all you could’ve asked for after so many years of being in love with him, 3 years of dating and now 1 freshly year of marriage, you are so grateful to have someone like Leon as a partner. You respect him and he respects you and there’s no doubt that you two love each other intensely.

However… That doesn’t mean you don’t have problems.

You were currently in your bedroom bed staring deeply at the ceiling stuck in thoughts with a strong frown on your face, sitting up a little you take a look at the clock

2:45 AM.

Leon had an annoying habit at snoring so loud at night, and you understood that he was tired after returning from missions, poor boy never gets to relax at his job but as much as you loved him, you needed to rest tonight.

Sighing, you turn to your side to observe his peaceful state, you almost felt guilty for having to wake him up but he lead you no option.

You raise your hand and place it against his mouth attempting to shut him up for once. To your surprise, Leon stirs a little in his sleep but roughly, he turns to his other side kicking his legs almost throwing you out of the bed. Snoring even louder.

This motherfucker….

Alright, challenge accepted.

You look around trying to find something until an idea crosses your mind.

Smiling wickedly, you take a small pillow and turn to his side again.

You press the pillow on his mouth carefully enough to not suffocate him as you search his face looking for any signs of discomfort but you don’t see any.

The snoring stops but now noises are coming out of his lips thanks to the pillow making pressure on it, making him look like he is beatboxing.

Okay, this was definitely it.

You pat his chest now seriously wanting him to wake up.

“Leon.” You whisper quietly so you don’t scare him as he wakes up.

But… No response.

Sighing you pat his chest harder this time.

“Leon? Wake up.” You tell him again firmly.

Still no response.

“Leon! Wake uuuup.” You start to shake his body roughly this time, getting desperate but he doesn’t react.

What is he? A bear hibernating or something?

You start to get more annoyed, Leon was never a deep sleeper but when he came back exhausted he attempted to be one, and that never irritated you… Well until now.

You are not gonna get away with this Kennedy.

You place yourself at his lap, raising your hand to gently slap him- not enough to hurt but to let him know that you are there.

“Leeeooon.” You repeat the same movements, groaning since he doesn’t wake up. You stare at the clock again.

3:05 AM.

You slap him again harder and he finally reacts, squinting his eyes a little, but just before he talks, you slap him again with such a force that his head turns to his side and you are pretty sure that if it was daytime you will be able to see the red mark on his cheek.

He looks at you so shocked… Like you killed his entire family and burned them in front of him.

“Wha- What was that for?!” He finally speaks after a moment of just looking at each other.

“I don’t know… You tell me.” I talk back at him crossing your arms in your chest.

He stays silent rubbing his eyes looking at you.

“Good morning to you too.”

“It’s 3AM Leon.” You said rolling your eyes.

“Then why would wake me up? Did something happen?” He asks confused and a little concerned looking at you still shocked about the slap thing.

“Nothing happened Leon…” You reassured him. “But did you ever realized you snore a lot?”

“Snore?” He looks at his side and then at you. “I don’t snore.”

“Yes. Yes you do, and loud.” You remark the final part. “You even woke me up, I had to slap you.”

“Okay” He paused. “I am sorry love but you didn’t had to slap me.” He rubs his cheek looking at you a little offended.

“Oh believe me. I had to.” You give him a final look before laying down on the bed, your back facing him. Sighing contently you embrace your pillow. Closing your eyes feeling the sleepiness kick in.

Finally, some peaceful sleep.

“I don’t snore loud.” You heard Leon, interrupting your peaceful state.

“Whatever you say.”

…..

“Did I seriously wake you up?” He said with a softer tone this time.

Some shuffling was heard until you feel some strong arms embracing you from behind. Pressing kisses on you neck as a way to say sorry.

“Forgive me?” He whispers.

“I will think about it…”

“I can make it up to you if that’s what you want.” He says and you feel his hands under your blouse lifting it up.

“Go to sleep Leon.” You stop his wrists from going further.

“But-“

“No way you are trying to get me to do funny stuff at 3 in the morning.” You scoffed at him.

“Is it working?”

“No.”

You heard him laugh from behind and can’t help the smile that starts forming at your lips. You turn and press a delicate kiss on his lips.

“There. You are forgiven now let me sleep in peace.” You rest your head on his chest feeling to his heartbeat, somehow it calmed you down on your rougher moments- just listening to it made you feel so safe.

“Alright m’lady.” He presses a kiss on your head pulling even closer even if that was impossible.

Surely it will be a long morning, not having your enough hours of rest always affected you but seeing Leon’s face when you slapped him, you know is worth it.

Smiling you drift off to sleep.

Or that’s what you thought.

Snores.

…….

Whatever, you weren’t even planing to have a good sleep anyway.

[starsofarda]

Christmas with the Feanorians

I would like to thank @erendur for giving me enough rope for my shenanigans.

Tolkien, ILU but sometimes I need to take everything less seriously.

Of course TIS THE SEASON and I am in my transformation in a Christmas Elf, whilst my SO is becoming the Grinch.

Anyway, possible modern AU, the Feanorians and Christmas, stemming directly from this post.

So, we know how Feanor could be ©Extra™, but what would he be like during the Christmas holidays in a modern AU? Well, LOOK NO FURTHER.

I am basically copypasting my brainstorming session and expanding on it.

Unfortunately Feanor is a "go big or go home" guy when it comes to decorating for Xmas, figure the outside plastered in luminous deers, trees, elves, santas and all the works. You can spot his house from at least two miles afar. He will dress up as Santa*, show up with like all sorts of trinkets, hand-write "Santa's response letters" to his children. The inside of his house is cobered in holly decorations, Yule logs, xmas trees, xmas music all over the place. the guy is extra.

*or Father Christmas, your choice, regardless of who he dresses like he's gonna look like Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas, he is very tall, very lanky and he's not gonna be a fat old man delivering gifts.

this also prompts several arguments over the xmas dinner with Fingolfin, cue Finarfin trying to be the peacemaker, all the "not in front of the kids", the "language" and all. In the meantime every single one of the kids, regardless of who's the father, is a different flavour of terror. Nerdanel is with her SILs and nieces, at a certain point Aredhel just starts a treasure hunt with Celegorm and his dog Huan. It's chaos. Maedhros is with Fingon and maybe Maglor, if Maglor and Finrod are not playing Guitar Hero. And so on. Also did someone mention "ugly sweaters"? Yep. All of them lovingly crafted by grandma Miriel (in this AU she is alive, just very divorced from Finwe, but alive). Grandma Indis supplies the wreaths. Grandpa Finwe is sitting by the porch and enjoying some eggnog.

All is good. Feanor and Fingolfin will keep arguing till the end of time. As it was pointed out, this definitely looks like National Lampoon's Christmas holiday.

Now, some clarifications.

THE ELVES They are indeed Feanor's apprentices dressed as Father Christmas's elves. They take turns. They are low key enjoying the attention. Speaking of. I rectify myself, it's not Santa, but Father Christmas and his assistant polar bear - reference to Tolkien's "Letters from Father Christmas". I know Tolkien would have hated it, but this is a modern au. Whatever floats my boat. As for the ugly jumpers: Ofc Feanor has the Silmarils surrounded by snowflakes, deers and red robins. His jumper is red. Maedhros has got a green one with winter gnomes and a "happy yuletide" in elegant lettering. Fingon has a blue one with an icy mountain and penguins with silver scarves and hats.

So. The apprentices don't really mind being hired as Christmas Elves, Feanor pays well and it's all fun and games. They basically get to be up to any shenanigans they can conjure up, because in Feanor's forge not only he is Extra, but his apprentices are the Least Chill on Arda. They will cause problems on purpose, only rule is "be nice to the children" and "don't damage property in a significant way", but everything else is game. They get to dress in fun outfits as a plus.

Miriel and Indis are both there, mostly ignoring Finwe and doting on their daughters in law.

As for the jumpers.

Grandma Miriel lovingly embroidered and knitted them all. Any bad look has been met by Feanor's death glare of "accept my beloved mother's gift or die painfully" and every year they are a must have, especially if the party is at Feanor's house.

So far this is what I have.

Ofc Feanor has the Silmarils surrounded by snowflakes, deers and red robins. His jumper is red. Maedhros has got a green one with winter gnomes and a "happy yuletide" in elegant lettering. Fingon has a blue one with an icy mountain and penguins with silver scarves and hats. Also if Mae has a green one with gnomes, then I envision Fingon with the same but in yellow/golden, but do feel free to envision whatever :p Celegorm has one with like a poodle with a christmas hat and scarf, the poodle looking very much like Huan. Maglor has one with like hollys and singing red robins. Caranthir has one with xmas trees all over. A&A have matching ones, both with snowmen wearing sunglasses and like a cheeky line. Curufin has one designed to show the jacket of a xmas elf and celebrimbor has one with the design of the ribbon of a xmas present.

There will be more as soon as I think of something else.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Ok, I'm gonna preface by saying I am being brave and REALLY stepping out of my comfort zone asking this. Also, this is a bit hard to phrase, so bear with me. Every time I do anything remotely sexual I feel Dread. Like, if I masturbate I will feel a sinking feeling in my stomach as if something bad is going to happen. This happens as well if I touch my nipples or get aroused. I don't get aroused often, (asexual) but I hate when I do because of this.

I don't know what's causing this, and I don't know if it's normal or if you know of this happening to anyone else. I don't expect you to know exactly why I'm dealing with this, obviously, but I'm really just confused. I don't miss masturbating or anything, Its not as if I've lost my libido and want it back. I just want to get read of the Dread! Have you heard of this happening to anyone else? Is there something wrong? If there is, I'm a minor and I really can't bring this up with a therapist (I have bigger fish to fry.) Do you have any advice, or is it a "don't do that if it hurts" situation? I'm perfectly fine just waiting to see if it goes away and I'm not super worried about it, but I am curious. Thank you!

(P.S: I can confidently say that me experiencing this feeling of dread is not linked to any sexual trauma. I really haven't experienced anything close to that.)

hi anon,

so I would like to. very gently. push back on the idea that this isn't something that should be brought up with a therapist, because this is absolutely a mental issue that is absolutely 100% impacting your quality of life and does not seem likely to go away on its own.

I fundamentally do not believe in attempting to diagnose anyone with anything on my blog, because I'm not qualified to do that and it would be irresponsible to pretend otherwise, but what you're describing sounds a lot like my own experiences with extremely bad anxiety and the experiences some close friends have had with OCD. that's not to say that you necessarily have either of those things! but it is a good indicator that what you're experiencing here is something substantial enough to be worth addressing with a professional who can help you worth through it.

so to answer your questions: yes I've heard of something like this and yes there's something wrong; the answer to both is "mental illness, babe." please take that seriously, babe; you deserve to live a life in which you don't experience Dread just from touching your own body.

[megatruxfr]

Bam and Prank go on a night run (Batwheels fanfic)

GUYS its almost midnight over here in Holland and i said im hoing to bed early tonight cuz i have a test for German tomorrow but i really wanna write fanfictions about Batwheels, like my urge to do it has taken over so here i am, but its late and i need to sleep but i dont want to sleep but its late and i need to sleep-

Anyway, this is just a bored fanfic, it doesnt contain any smut or explicit content, because these are cars AND underage, its just "i promise we are friends" stuff. So here ya go :)

Fanfic: Bam and Prank go on a night race (DONT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY PLEASE)

Bam felt shivers running trough his body hearing Prank laugh in the distance. It was late at night and he had sneaked out of the batcave to meet up with Prank at the Gotham Pier, like they promised. It was weird, because Bam had noticed Prank was becoming nicer to him, it seemed. The more missions went by, the more the fighting between him and Prank became a rivalry. At least, thats what he thought, maybe Prank insisted on this whole thing because he wanted to mock Bam for being a "scaredy bat" or something else silly. Or maybe he was just being nice. You never really knew for sure with Prank.

"HEY THERE BAT BRO!!" a loud, hyper voice knocked Bam out of his thoughts, startling him. "There you are! I knew you would come!" The Joker Van shot out of his hiding spot, laughing like a maniac, driving a circle around Bam and braking right in front of him. "Sorry, did i scare you? Still a scaredy bat?" He grinned.

Bam sighed. "Prank, why did you bring me here?"

"I wanna race you!" Prank giggled. He then reared and closed in on Bam.

"Its almost midnight!" Bam said, driving backwards. "People are sleeping! We can't just drive around in the city like idiots, we are way too loud, we'll wake everybody up!"

"Pff, youre no fun, bat boy," Prank said while rolling his eyes. "Stop being goody two tires for once, Bam. Its Saturday, tomorrow you can sleep all you want."

"How do i know that?" Bam asked.

"Because every dumbo knows what a weekend is," Prank replied.

"No, i mean, how do i know you and the rest of the zoomers won't be causing some kind of mayhem tomorrow, like you always do?" Bam said, closing in on Prank.

Prank wasnt intimidated. Instead he just grinned. "Because tomorrow, i will be sleeping like a bear, because i will stay up all night!" He then took a sharp turn and drove around while laughing.

"You know how bad that is for you, right?" Bam tried, realizing how "goody two tires" he was sounding. It embarrased him. "Oh, what am i saying..?"

Prank broke and gave Bam an unimpressed look. "Stop saying stuff like that, your killing my vibe, bro."

Bam swallowed.

"You know what you need?" Prank drove up to Bam. "A weekend race."

"Trough the city?"

"No, on Saturn," Prank said sarcastically. "Of course trough the city. More ground, more fun!" Prank took some distance, giving Bam more space. "So, you down?"

Bam thought for a minute. He knew the others weren't gonna be happy. MOE would ask him why he wasnt fully charged, before he knew Batman might need him... Bam shook his head. He just had to get home on time. "Yeah. Yes, i'm doing it!"

A smile appeared on Pranks face. "Yes! Finally! Lets go, Bamster!" He suddenly went full gas and drove into the city. Bam followed him.

"WEEEEEEEEE!!!" Prank cheered, knocking over a traffic cone. "HAHAHAHAHA!!"

"Youre having the time of your life, arent you?" Bam said while trying his best to keep up with Prank.

"I love night drives!" Prank yelled enthousiastically. "I can knock over every traffic cone and roadway sign, throw bricks at traffic lights, jump into fountains and start the junk fights i never have in the Scrap Yard!"

"Whats a junk fight?" Bam asked.

"Basically you play in a place with like containers and those little buildings with signs that always tell you you will die if you touch it, and you throw junk at each other," Prank explained while they took a turn. "Everyone wears a red little lamp, and when that lamp gets knocked off of you by a peace of junk, youre out. The last one driving wins." Prank giggled. "Its really fun, Bam! Especially when you play it without lamps and its just slap happy madness until everyone is tired and covered in junk."

"Does it have rules?" Bam asked, expecting a hyper "NOPE, HAHAHA!" But Prank answered:

"Only one. You can't physically touch eath other. If you lose a light when someone like knocks you over or something, it doesnt count. Oh yeah and the peeps that can fly either drive or can't fly above the rest. That rule we made for Quizz, because he kept taking massive amounts of junk and then throwing it at us from above. Wasnt fair."

"So thats why you made that rule?" Bam said.

"No, first we built a catapult and shot a junk ball at him, but it knocked him out of the sky and he couldnt fly for 2 days. Nice karma, but he wasnt happy. Then we made the rule." Prank laughed hysterically. "That was really fun! Well, maybe not for Quizz, but i have never laughed that hard in my life!"

Bam laughed at the thought of Prank and his friends shooting Quizz out of the sky with a ball of junk. As dumb as it sounded, Prank seemed to have much fun in his life despite committing so much crimes.

Prank jumped on a pair of dumpsters to climb up on a brick wall, on his way too the roof of the building they were at while giggling mischieviously.

"What are you doing? Bam said.

"I'm going up to the roof," Prank giggled as he used his grappling hook to go up. "I do this a lot."

Bam followed him again. He had never stayed out this late. It was silent in Gotham and normally he would be sleeping while charging in his garage, but now he was climbing to a rooftop of some building with Prank.

When they reached the top after a while, Bam saw it was lower then he thought. They could jump off of this.

"Whats the most fun thing you have ever done, Bam?" Prank asked while shaking off dirt from his tires.

"Well, our missions are always fun!" Bam said. "But i remember, last halloween we.. drove around town, chasing each other with lanterns and bringing candy around. Batman was driving with me, Batgirl was standing on Bibi throwing around candies and it was Robins first time driving Buff. We all had so much fun!" After that we kept laughing and talking about it when batman, batgirl and Robin went to sleep. Buff was super proud of Robin even though he had to assist a few times, he said, and Bibi wouldnt stop about Batgirl standing on her seating!" Bam smiled. "I wish we could do that next halloween."

"Wow," Prank said, surprising Bam, because Prank had actually listened to his story.

"Its cool, right?" Bam said.

"Yes," Prank said. "But honestly, youre always so disciplined, so sharp and super mature. I didnt really think you had that much fun in your life."

"I do wish i had a little more freedom like you sometimes. I always have to be near the batcave in case batman needs me, i have to drop everything i'm doing when theres an alert, i sometimes feel like i don't get much time to be a kid." Bam said. "From the moment i got my motherboard i had to take everything seriously. From that moment on already i had to be grown up. But i'm a kid." Bam stared at the street below him."

Again, Prank had listened. "Wow, Bam, i didnt know that." He stared too. "Sorry."

"No, its just, i love my work, but just a day or two in the garage, without training, alerts or someone behind my wheel, would just be really nice." Bam sighed. "Do you ever think that?"

"I always do what i want." Prank replied. "I never really have restrictions. Sure i was brought to life just so i could commit crimes, but last time Joker drove me, it was trough the McDonald's drive thru. And i live at a junkyard. I'm basically free to do whatever i want."

Bam sighed. "Can we continue driving?"

"What? Wanna go home?"

"No." Bam sighed again. "I want to drive as fast as i can. I realized how much i want that i cant do now, and i want to have fun and drive it off." He started his engine.

"Ooooh, there we go!" Prank revved his engine. "I'm following you!"

Bam jumped of the roof and zoomed through the street, not thinking of everything he was gonna knock over, not thinking of his route. For one minute, he just didnt care. After turning, he heard Prank whooping behind him and shouting encouragements.

"Fas - ter! Fas - ter!" Prank did a wheelie and catched up to Bam, driving beside him. "Youre fast, batbro!"

"I can go even faster!" Bam laughed while zooming off. "WOOOOHOOOOO!!"

"Go Bam!" Prank shouted. "Drive it out, bro!"

Bam found himself laughing. He was really enjoying this. He never thought he would drive late at night at full speed, especially not with Prank. But this was fun.

Prank was driving beside him again. They were both yelling and laughing as they zoomed down the dark streets of Gotham. This was definitley one of the best nights of Bams life. It didnt top the Halloween drive, but its was very fun and resfreshing. This was definitley happening again.

- Next day -

Bams eyes stung as he opened them. He yawned and stretched his wheels. They felt quite sore from all the driving last night.

Bam drove out of the garage where he found Bibi, Buff and Redbird playing a game. "Hey, Bam!" Buff drove up to him. "Slept well?"

"Yes, slept great," Bam nodded sleepily. "N you?"

"I stayed up reading comics with Bibi. Don't tell BC, please." Buff whispered.

"Bam?"

Bam turned around to see MOE beside him. "Oh, hey MOE!"

"Bam, you gotta charge up, you only have only 8% on your meter!" MOE gasped.

"Oh. Yeah. I - i'll do it." Bam drove into his garage while MOE attached him to the charger. "Totally worth it," he thought with a smile.

Luckily, neither MOE, BC or the other Batwheels questioned him. Bam rested a bit more, read some comics with Bibi and stood charging for a few hours, but not even halfway through he had already fallen asleep to his friends singing a song with BC.

"You gotta ro -o - o - oll with the changes..."

"Ro - o - o - oll with the changes!

You gotta ro - o - o - oll with the changes.."

"And it'll be alright!"

🖤

Wrote this in an hour!! Hope you like it! Now i really gotta go eep xd <3

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Outcasts Together

Summary: Relativity/Reunion Falls, Ford gets introduced to Fiddleford.

Masterlist

Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long, I wanted to post Ford and Fiddleford's meeting next, but it did not want to cooperate with me for the longest time.

Stan is trying to talk to Ford about his best friend, and doesn’t seem to take the hint that he needs to drop it, like seriously.  Maybe Stan has the best of intentions, but whoever this Fiddleford is, meeting him isn’t going to end well.  Stan had already told him that he doesn’t like monsters and weirdness as much as they both do, meaning that the weird cheat code that allowed Stan to be okay with Ford’s freakishness isn’t going to apply here.

And it’s not like he blames Stan for not getting that.  But there’s only so many times Ford can change the subject to something innocuous before it starts to become obvious that’s what he’s doing.  He’s going to have to come up with some way to bite the bullet and explain to Stan that he’s going to just stay away from his friends, for all of their sakes.

Unfortunately, before he can work up the courage to do that, Stan makes a move he hadn’t been expecting.  He’s been put in charge of working the register for the morning, and they’d run out of streamers.  So he heads off to find Grauntie Mabel and let her know, and instead finds the very reason that they’ve run out of streamers, when he finds Stan and Grauntie Mabel setting up some kind of party in the backyard.

“Uh,” Ford says, and they both immediately whirl to face him.  “Is it somebody’s birthday?”

“Dang it,” Stan snaps, stomping his foot.  “We were so close.”

“What?  Sorry?”

“No, you just weren’t supposed to see it until we finished setting it up,” Stan says with a sigh of disappointment.  After a second, however he pops right back up again.  “But we set up a party so you can meet Fiddleford and you two can bond and stuff!”

“You— you what?”

“Well you keep avoiding the topic every time I try to talk to you about it,” Stan says.  “And you have to meet him sometime.”

“No, I do not!  I shouldn’t!”

“Hey, bud, it doesn’t have to be a scary thing,” Grauntie Mabel says, giving him a concerned frown.  “And we’ve set up some things you two are gonna have in common.”

“Yeah, we’ve got a ‘Pin the Head on the Multibear’ game for you,” Stan says with a bright smile, gesturing over to where a display is set up with what looks like a cardboard body of a bear, with far too many heads next to it.  “And then every time you get one in the right place you get to practice shooting Fiddleford’s new dart gun!  That part’s for Fidds.  And we get to shoot at Waddles!”

“No you don’t,” Grauntie Mabel says instantly, and Stan huffs in irritation but seems to accept that answer pretty instantly too.

“We’re gonna make your favorite desserts.  Fidds is apple pie, and I guess it’s probably a good thing that you found us ‘cause I don’t actually know what yours is—”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ford says firmly.  “I am not going.”

“Ford,” Stan groans, looking up at the sky in obvious exasperation.  “Fiddleford wants to meet you.”

“It doesn’t matter what he wants!  That doesn’t mean he’s going to like me!”

Stan exchanges a confused look with Grauntie Mabel, the latter of whom then turns back to Ford.

“I guess that’s true,” she says, taking a couple steps towards the porch.  “But buddy, Fiddleford has been Stan’s friend for a long time.”

“Yeah,” Ford snaps.  “That’s the point.”

“What’s the point?” Stan asks.  “She means he’s gonna want to like you.”

“He won’t,” Ford says.  “It doesn’t matter what he wants, he won’t like me.  And then you’re gonna feel awkward and like you have to make a choice between us, and he’s been around for a while so you’re obviously going to choose him, and I don’t want to make you do that anyway!  Seriously, just— just call this off.  I won’t ever get in your guys’ way, you can just hang out with him without me.”

Stan stares at him for a second.  “Uh, Ford,” he says, “I don’t think Fidds has ever disliked someone in his life.  Well, except for Preston Northwest and Bud Gleeful.  But there was a reason for that.  Plus, those guys are jerks.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” Ford says.  “Or, second time.”

“Hey,” Grauntie Mabel says gently.  She gestures at the couch on the back porch.  “Come sit.”

Ford walks hesitantly over to the couch, and sits down just before Grauntie Mabel joins him on the other cushion.  Stan hops up on the arm next to her.

“Why are you so sure that Fiddleford isn’t going to like you?” Grauntie Mabel asks.  She’s looking at him with genuine concern, but it just makes Ford’s cheeks heat up in embarrassment.  He looks away.

“Because no one does,” he manages.  “I’m the freak with the extra fingers, or the weirdo who doesn’t understand people, or at best the freak with extra fingers that someone pretends to like so they can pull a hilarious practical joke when they reveal they don’t actually, and they just knew I wouldn’t pick up on it because I’m the weirdo who doesn’t understand people.”

“Are you serious?” Stan exclaims, and there’s such obvious fury in his voice that Ford turns back to face him.  There’s obvious fury on his face, too.

And to Ford’s surprise, there’s quite a bit of anger on Grauntie Mabel’s face too, though she seems like she’s trying to keep it more under control.

“Why do you guys look like that?” Ford asks, baffled.

“Why— what do you mean— who does that?” Stan snaps, throwing his hands up in the air.  “That’s not funny!”

“Ford,” Grauntie Mabel says, reaching out and putting a gentle hand on his arm.  “Do you not have any friends back home?”

Ford shakes his head.

“Okay,” Grauntie Mabel says, though it doesn’t sound like she thinks it is.  “Well, buddy, Fiddleford isn’t like that.  I’ve known him almost as long as Stan has.  He wouldn’t do something like that.”

“He wants to like you,” Stan says.  “Because I like you.  And he knows I want him to like you too.”

“But you said he doesn’t like monster stuff,” Ford says.

“So?  He’s still a bonafide weirdo.  As if I’d be friends with anyone who wasn’t.  The normies couldn’t handle me,” Stan says, crossing his arms with a grin.

Ford looks down and fidgets with his extra fingers.

“Ford,” Grauntie Mabel says, nudging him gently in the side.  “I do think meeting Fiddleford would be a good idea.  Is there a way we could help you feel more comfortable with this?”

Ford squeezes his hands together.  “Can I bring Nina?” he asks quietly.

He sees Grauntie Mabel nod out of the corner of her eye.  “Of course.”

“He knows Nina,” Stan says.  “He probably won’t comment on her, if you’re worried about it.  At least not negatively.”

That doesn’t exactly help Ford calm down, but he nods anyway.  He still feels like this whole thing is going to go up in flames when he actually meets Fiddleford, but… he can give it a shot, he supposes.

…

Fiddleford arrives shortly after lunch, just as Grauntie Mabel is carrying out both the apple pie and the brownies that Ford asked for.  Ford is sitting on the back porch couch, clutching Nina close and fiddling with her extra tentacle.  He’s still very unsure about this, but he’s doing it.

He sees a car pull up, and Stan jogs over immediately, meaning it must be him.  A kid with light brown hair, glasses, and a dart gun climbs out and waves at whoever’s in the front seat, who waves back with a smile, says something that sounds like a pick up time, and then turns to drive off.

Ford squeezes Nina tighter against his chest as both the new kid and Stan turn back to face him.  Stan starts over along with him, which helps the nerves in Ford’s chest just a little.  Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Grauntie Mabel set the desserts down on the table and give him a thumbs up.

“Ford,” Stan says, as they both walk up the steps and stop in front of the couch.  “This is Fiddleford.  Fiddleford, this is Ford.”

Fiddleford beams at him.  “I’ve heard so much about you!” he calls, and Ford takes a moment to adjust to the southern accent he was not expecting.  “I bet you weren’t expecting to be here a couple months ago.”

Ford laughs a little, though he’s pretty sure the nerves in his voice are obvious.

“Uh, no,” he admits, tugging gently on Nina’s tentacle.  “For a couple reasons, actually.”

“I’ll bet,” Fiddleford says, plopping down on the couch next to him  He sets his dart gun to the side.  “Stan tells me you like the monsters in this town, though.  Do you have a favorite?”

“How should I know?” Ford says, glancing down at Nina.  “I haven’t met all of them yet.”

Fiddleford laughs, and Ford tenses, his shoulders hunching up around his ears.  But instead of something mocking or insulting, Fiddleford says, “I suppose that’s fair.  It took Stanley a while to decide his favorite is the Hawktopus.”

Ford’s confused enough by that to look back up.  “The what?”

“The Hawktopus,” Stan butts in, a bright grin suddenly on his face.  “It’s half hawk, half octopus!  I’ve seen it flying through the woods and swimming in the lake.”

“You— huh?  That— that’s stupid,” Ford says.  “Why does that exist?  How does it survive, the hawk would need consistent air and the octopus would need consistent water.  That—” he stops.  “Uh— I mean, I—”

Before he can panic, however, Fiddleford just starts laughing.  Stan looks slightly offended and crosses his arms, but Fiddleford just grins back up at him a second later.

“Ha!” he says, putting his hands on his hips as if this is a grand victory.  “See?  I was right, and you’re the only one who thinks that isn’t stupid.”

“Oh, come on!  This is Gravity Falls we’re talking about!  You want to see stupid, you can look at any gnome who likes to run around here!  Why is the Hawktopus automatically the dumbest thing anyone’s ever heard of?”

“I mean, there has to be a line somewhere,” Ford mutters, hesitantly, lest the two of them start getting offended in a way that actually makes them mad.

“Agreed,” Fiddleford says, nodding up at Stan in a very final manner.  Stan huffs and storms off towards Grauntie Mabel, muttering something about cutting up the pie and brownies for the two traitors.

Fiddleford snickers as he watches him go, and then turns to Ford with a bright smile that Ford feels able to return a little easier.  He squeezes Nina tightly.

“Well thank you for helping to settle that debate,” he says.  He waits long enough that Ford realizes he’s supposed to say something  in response.

“Uh, no problem?” he says, cringing a moment later at how awkward and unsure he sounds.

Fiddleford’s smile just widens further though, and he folds his hands together in his lap as he turns to face Ford.

Ford immediately drops Nina to his lap and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“I remember the first time I saw this place’s weirdness,” he says.  “It was just before I met Stanley, actually.”

“You didn’t grow up here?” Ford asks.

“You think I got this accent in Oregon?” Fiddleford asks, and Ford smiles a little.

“Nah, I moved here about two years ago,” Fiddleford continues.  “So if you ever need to talk about weirdness to someone who hasn’t lived here his whole life, I can help you out.”

“So you… don’t like Gravity Falls’ weirdness,” Ford asks, clenching his hands together tightly in his pockets.  Stan had told him that, but hearing Stan say it and hearing Fiddleford agree to it are two different things.

“I mean, not particularly,” Fiddleford says with a shrug.  “Stan’s the monster hunter, not me.  But it’s a part of life here, you get fairly used to it pretty quickly.”

“Yeah,” Ford mutters, looking down.

“That’s how I met Stan, you know.  He saved my lunch from a gnome.”

“So that’s how you became friends?” Ford asks, trying to just keep the conversation going until Stan or Grauntie Mabel shows up and he can get out of here.

“Well, no.  That came later.  Stan was pretty out of my league at the time, friendship-wise.”

“Huh?” Ford asks, glancing back up despite himself.  “What do you mean?”

“Stan was pretty popular growing up,” Fiddleford says with a shrug.  “He made friends pretty easy wherever he went.  When I first met him, he was friends with the likes of Bud Gleeful and Preston Northwest.”

“He was?” Ford asks, more than a little surprised.  With the way Stan treated Bud before, and how he talked about them both when he mentioned him earlier, they didn’t strike him as people Stan had good opinions of.

“Heh, yeah,” Fiddleford says, suddenly looking a little unsure.

“That’s not what I was expecting,” Ford admits, looking back over at Stan, who’s dragging Waddles away from the brownies while Grauntie Mabel’s taking both desserts and holding them up above the point Waddles can reach them.  “Why isn’t he anymore?”

“Oh, uh, well that’s… kinda my fault.”

Ford looks back over at Fiddleford.  “What?  It is?”

“Yeah,” Fiddleford says, rubbing the back of his neck.  “Bud and Preston aren’t exactly the nicest, you know?”

Ford hasn’t met Preston, but he wrinkles his nose as he thinks back on his first interaction with Bud.  “I know.”

“Yeah.  Well, a country boy from Tennessee who’s scared of most of the monsters around, even tamer ones, makes for a pretty easy target.  Stan was never around when they were, well, you know, but I kinda assumed he knew what was goin’ on anyway.  He… didn’t, though.  Didn’t like it very much when he found out, either.”

That, Ford has an easier time picturing.  But though there’s clearly more to the story, Fiddleford doesn’t say anything else, and Ford’s not going to push him.

“Wait, so you… you felt bad that he picked you over them,” Ford realizes, eyes widening slightly.

“Well, yeah.  Wouldn’t you?”

Ford looks back over at Stan, who’s now successfully gotten Waddles to sit still by giving him a bowl of leftover apple peels, that must have been from the pie.  He’s petting Waddles on the head, looking fond but exasperated.

“Yeah,” Ford says, without looking away.  “But I think Stan probably made his own choice, there.”

Fiddleford sighs.  “I reckon you’re right,” he says.  “It’s in the past now anyway.”

Ford looks down at his pockets, and slowly unclenches his fists.  “Maybe,” he agrees.  “But I get it.”

Fiddleford gives him a curious look.  “What do you mean?”

Ford pulls his hands out of his pockets and wraps them around Nina, trying to stop them from shaking.  “Nothing,” he says.  “Just… I’m not too used to having friends either.”

When he looks back at Fiddleford, he finds Fiddleford still looking at his face, not paying any attention to his hands.

“Well,” Fiddleford says.  “We can always be outcasts together.”

Ford smiles despite himself.  “I’d like that,” he says.

Fiddleford sticks his hand out, and Ford bites his lip hard as he reaches out and shakes it.

Fiddleford’s smile doesn’t change at all.

End Notes: I’ve got a feeling that a Stan who grew up on his own using his natural social skills would probably be pretty popular, but that doesn’t mean it’s where he’d be happiest. I’ll probably write his and Fiddleford’s friendship beginnings out in detail at some point, but it’ll be after I wrap up the main stuff.

[thewiddershinsme]

Finished Uprooted by Naomi Novak. I first picked this book up around when it came out because of the great reviews. All I remember is I didn't like it at all.

Fast forward to now, when I hear some great things about Spinning Silver. Specifically, that people tend to love either Uprooted or Spinning Silver, and not really the other. So I'm about to get Spinning Silver, when the cover of Uprooted catches my eye. I know these are both technically standalones, but look at those covers, they scream companion books to me. And because I am someone that CAN'T read books out of order, I found myself unable to start Spinning Silver without grabbing Uprooted again.

Cause the thing was, I couldn't remember anything that happened in that book other than the main premise of wizard takes girl into tower every decade. And as I was reading I realized I must've DNF'd it, cause there came a point I had absolutely no clue what was gonna happen next and nothing felt familiar. And you know what? I overall really enjoyed it. It's continuing a trend where I am retracing some previous books I didn't necessarily like the first time around, but due to so much change and personal growth over the past few years, am finding new appreciation for (such as The Bear and the Nightingale, was meh the first time I read it, but re-read it recently and adored the entire series).

Anyway, the Wood. Absolutely fantastic element. Seriously freaked me out. Can't wait to start Spinning Silver next.

[reidsaurora]

Hey sweet!! I wanna request for the Leo baby birthday cake

“you can’t scare me like that, okay?” with Luke Alvez. Thank you so much!!

thank you for the request! sorry this took so long, my personal life has been swamped lately and i haven't had much time to write 😅 hope you like what i wrote though!

"In Your (Broken) Arms" ~ L. Alvez

pairing: luke alvez x fem!bau!reader

summary: it's just a fractured wrist, but to luke alvez, your stressed-out and over-protective boyfriend, it might just be cause to bubble wrap you.

word count: 626

warnings: takes place in a hospital, mild sexual humor, very mild swearing, i think that's it!

genre: fluff <3

based on the prompt: "you can't scare me like that, okay?"

extra notes: the ending is rushed, as per usual. i apologize for that. i hope you enjoy the rest though!

beta read by: @reidselle (love you <3)

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🧁 Leo Baby Birthday Cake - send me a character + a prompt from this list and i'll write you a blurb!

"You cannot scare me like that, okay?" Luke said between exasperated breaths as he walked into the exam room you currently sat in.

He pulled the curtain closed behind himself before sitting down next to your bed, watching as the doctor wrapped your wrist. "Hey, be gentle, she could've lost her arm."

You rolled your eyes before reassuring the doctor that your wrist would be fine. "Don't listen to him. I'm okay, I promise. Well, other than the obvious."

The doctor let out a soft chuckle as he focused on wrapping your wrist up properly. "Y/N's gonna be fine, sir, I can assure you. Fractured wrists are practically a daily occurrence for us emergency room docs."

Luke's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "A fractured wrist? Seriously?"

"Luke, we'll talk about this in a minute. Please let the doctor finish up his work."

The doctor met you with kind eyes. "No worries. I'm all done. I'll give you two a few minutes and send a nurse in with your paperwork in a little bit."

And with that, the man was on his way out the door, leaving you to deal with your stressed-out, and definitely overprotective, boyfriend.

Luke scooted his chair closer to the edge of your bed, taking your newly bandaged arm and placing a soft kiss over the new cast you sported.

You rolled your eyes, but placed a loving hand in his hair, running your fingers softly through his disheveled curls. "I'm okay, I promise."

"A fracture, Y/N," he reminded you. "There's a reason I told you to wait for me and Spencer to get that guy."

You winced as you remembered the pain of him flailing to get out of your grasp, his elbows hitting nearly every bone in your upper body as he tried to push you off. "Okay, maybe I could've waited but if you guys had arrived any later, he would've gotten away. I had to take my chances. Okay?"

Luke gave you a displeased pout, and you couldn't help but kiss it away. You loved him, really, but he sure knew how to be overprotective when he wanted to be, especially on the job.

"Hey, don't you dare use those pretty lips to distract me," he argued, brows meeting in an angry furrow. "I'm upset with you. You could've gotten yourself hurt. Hell, you did get yourself hurt."

"Luke," you sighed with exasperation, "I am fine. Now, will you please flag down a nurse so I can go home?"

He rolled his eyes, lips landing on yours for another gentle kiss. It didn't matter that you'd been dating Luke for over a year, he still knew how to make butterflies go off in your tummy every time he kissed you. "Don't think this is over," he warned, pulling away. "I'm gonna smother you like no one's business."

"Ooooh, I'm so scared of the big, bad teddy bear that is Luke Alvez," you rebutted, sticking out your tongue in banter.

"Watch it or I'll punish you," he said, heading toward the curtain.

A sly smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. "Now that is something I'd like to see."

He rolled his eyes, pulling open the curtain and heading out toward the nurses station, but not before uttering a quick, "I love you, querida."

"Yeah, yeah, I guess I love you too, bubble butt."

A soft voice, which you quickly figured out was Spencer, mumbled from the other side of the curtain. "Bubble butt?"

"It's…" Luke paused, trying to come up with an explanation. "It's a long story."

You just shook your head, eternally grateful for the man you got to call your boyfriend… and bubble butt.

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[lizzieicecreamqueen]

Gravity falls character & Taylor Swift songs (mostly sad) :>

* Disclaimer: Lots of the songs have a romantic background but that doesn't mean that I ship the characters. There are some family ones and I'm obviously not a proshipper. Please have that in mind and don't take this too seriously, it's just for fun! Headcanons ahead :)

1. The Great War - Mabel to Stan

- It turned into something bigger, somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed. / Learning about his past

- We can plant a memory garden. Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair. / Post weirmaggedon

2. Guilty As Sin - Ford about Bill

- This cage was once just fine, am I allowed to cry? / Meeting him again after returning to gravity falls

- Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox. I'm seeing visions, am I bad? Or mad? Or wise?

- I keep these longings locked in lowercase inside a vault

- What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh only in my mind?

3. The Tortured Poets Department - Mabel to Dipper

- But you're in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down on the road.

- Who else decodes you?

- You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith, this ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots. / (Imagine this as "You're not Stanford Pines, I'm not Stanley either, we aren't the mystery twins, we're modern idiots")

4. You're On Your Own, Kid - Stan about his life

- I wait patiently, he's gonna notice me / about Filbrick

- I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out. There's just one who could make me stay all my days / about Stanford

- I see the great scape, so long, Daisy May / When running away

- I gave my blood, sweat and tears for this / re-opening the portal

- Your on your own, kid, you always have been

5. The Prophecy - Pacifica about her life

- I got cursed like Eve got bitten, oh, was it punishment?

- Don't want money, just someone who wants my company.

- Who do I have to speak to about if they cab redo the prophecy?

- And I sound like an infant, feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen.

6. The Archer - Wendy about herself

- Combat, I'm ready for combat. I say I don't want that, but what if I do?

- I jump from the train, I ride off alone.

- And all of my heroes died all alone, help me hold onto you. / about her mum

- They see right through, can you see right through me?

7. Dear Reader - Stan & Ford to Mabel & Dipper

- If it feels like a trap, you're alredy in one

- Bend when you can, snap when you have to

- You don't have to answer, just cause they asked you

- When you aim at the devil, make sure you don't miss

- You wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking

- No one sees when you lose, when you're playing solitaire

8. Stay Stay Stay - Soos to Melany

- I was expecting some dramatic turn away, but you stayed

- I've been loving you for quite some time, time, time, you think that it's funny when I'm mad, mad, mad

-You took the time to memorize me, my fears, my hopes and dreams, I just like hanging out with you all the time

-It's been occurring to me I'd like to hang out with for my whole life

9. When Emma Falls In Love - Dipper about Mabel

- And all the bad boys would be good boys if they only had a chance to love her

- When Emma falls in love it's all in her face, hangs in the air like stars in outer space

- When Emma falls apart it's When she's alone, she takes on the pain and bears it on her own

- Cause when Emma falls in love she's in it for keeps, she won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave

10. Happines - Fiddleford *aka Old Man Mcgucket* about Ford

- And in the disbelief I can't face reinvention

- Haunted by the look in my eyes that would've loved you for a lifetime, leave it all behind, and there is happiness

- Tell me when did your winning smile became to look like a smirk? When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointing at my deepest hurt?

- There is happines in our history, across our great divide there is a glorious sunrise

- I can't make it go away by making you a villain, I guess it's the price I pay for seven years in heaven / Fiddleford realising about everything after leaving

- No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you, and you know you hurt him too.

11. The Story Of Us - Gideon about Mabel

- I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us, How we met and Sparks flew instantly.

- Oh, a simple complication, miscommunications lead to fall out / how Gideon would say things ended

- I don't know what to say since the twist of fate when it all broke down, and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

- I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us, how I was losing my mind when I saw you here / Gideon's pov when they re-met at weirdmaggedon

- Oh, I'm scared to see the ending

- The battle's in your hands now but I would lay my armor down if you'd say you'd rather love than fight

12. Long Live - ♡♡♡

- The night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same / Mabel to Stan and Dipper about the scary-oke episode

- You held your head like a hero on a history book page. It was the end of a decade but the start of an age / Ford to Stan after learning all Stan went through after being kicked out

- Long Live the walls we crashed through, all the kingdom lights shine just for me and you / Blubs to Durland

- And bring on all the pretenders, one day we will be remembered / Stan to Soos

- I said "remember this feeling", I passed the pictures around / Mabel about helping Stan to get his memories back

- And the cynics were outraged screaming "this is absurd" cause for a moment a band of thieves in ripped up jeans got to rule the world / Stan & Ford after beating the sibling brothers (lost legends comics)

- I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you / Dipper to Mabel, Wendy, Soos, Stan, Ford, Grenda, Candy

- I was screaming "long live that look on your face" / Mabel & Candy to Grenda when she successfully flirted with that prince from Austria

- Will you take a moment? Promise me this, that you'll stand by me forever / Thomson to Wendy, Robbie, Lee, Nate and Tambry

- If you have children someday when they point to the picture, please tell them my name. Tell them how the cross went wild, tell them how I hope they shine / Fiddleford to Tate

- And I was screaming, "Long live all the magic we made", and bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraid / Soos telling Melany his adventures after becoming Mr. Mystery

- I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you / Pacifica admitting she had fun mystery haunting to Dipper

- One day, we will be remembered / Ford & Stan to each other while leaving gravity falls

[manicplank]

The Color Pink (Part 12)

wow this has so many parts to it now

it's never gonna end

The Sleepover

As he waited for Hazel to show up, Theodore rushed to clean up around the house, especially the bedroom. He was in a panic. He cleaned up any clothes laying around. He hurried to change his sheets and blanket. He couldn't remember the last time he changed them... He was unsure what to do with the clean unfolded laundry. He didn't have time to fold it all and put it away, so he grabbed another hamper and shoved it all in. He darted his head around, looking for anything that might gross her out, but everything seemed fine. He texted her his address, and she texted back: I'm on my way!

He paced around as he waited for her. He was suddenly extremely nervous. What if she thinks I'm gross? What if she changes her mind about me? What if she thinks I'm too weird? What if... There was a knock on the door that interrupted his thoughts. He went over and opened the door. It was Hazel. She had a huge smile on her face. "Hi," she greeted.

"Hey," he replied, "come on in."

She walked in with her hands clasped together. Now that she was in his house, she was a bit timid. She had a small pink bag filled with clothes and small accessories. "I have to admit," she rubbed her arm, "now that I'm here, I am a bit nervous.

"Yeah, I get that. We can just take it easy."

"That'd be nice. I'm a little tired, honestly."

"We can go straight to bed if you want."

"You don't want to watch a movie or anything?"

"Oh, I have a TV in my room!"

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah! It has one of those built in CD players!"

"Oh, cool!" She reached into her bag. "Cause I brought a movie!" She pulled out a CD case. Princess Mononoke. "Have you ever heard of Studio Ghibli?"

"No, I haven't actually."

Hazel gasped. "What?! Their movies are so good! My Neighbor Totoro? Kiki's Delivery Service? Castle in the Sky?"

Theodore shrugged.

"Seriously?! Oh, my gosh, you'll love them!"

"Well, we can watch it out here or in the room."

"Mmmm... Let's go in the room! I've never had a TV in the bedroom! It sounds super comfy!"

"It is. I don't really watch it a lot. It's mostly for background noise while I sleep."

"Really?"

"Yeah. When I was a kid, my mom had a TV in her room. Whenever I had nightmares, I'd go into her room, and she'd put the TV on so I'd feel safe. It still helps me sleep sometimes."

"Aww! That's so cute!"

Theo shrugged and blushed. "Ehh, it's no big deal. Come on," he grabbed her hand, "my room is upstairs."

He held her hand as he led her upstairs, where there was a couple rooms and a bathroom. He took her into his room, it was nicely decorated to suit his personality. There were a few band posters, a few family portraits, some Polaroid pictures of him with some other people. There was also a broken skateboard hung up on the wall. The TV was on a wooden dresser which matched his bed frame. His bed was made nice and neatly. On it was one single plush animal. Hazel picked it up.

"What is this?" she asked.

"Oh, that's Mr. PuppyDog! He was my first Build-A-Bear."

"Aw! He's so cute! I have so many Build-A-Bears, I can't tell you all of their names."

"I have a few other plushes. They're in storage, somewhere. Probably still at my mom's house."

Hazel put the plush back down on the bed. "This whole room is filled with your personality."

Theo shrugged. "Whatever that means."

"It means that your room is a lot like what you're like."

"I'm still confused."

She waved her hand in dismissal. "Don't worry about it. It's not a bad thing." She handed him the CD. "Here."

"Oh, right."

He went over to the TV and started to fuss with it. As he put the CD in, she continued to examine his room. She went to sit down on the right side of the bed, but she noticed something on the nightstand.

"Um... Theo?"

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Is this your ashtray?"

Oh shit... He forgot to hide that. "Um... Yeah..."

"I didn't know you were a smoker."

"Sorry, I thought you knew. I thought everybody knew."

"No, I... I didn't."

"..." Theo didn't know what to say.

"I have to admit..." She looked at him. "I wasn't expecting that. I'm a little disappointed."

"I'm ashamed, honestly. It's not my proudest habit. I've tried to quit a few times, but it's rough."

"I've heard about that. My dad used to be a smoker. He quit, but it took a while. He got really bad withdrawals."

"Yeah, so did I when I tried to quit. I was really moody and got sick a few times..."

She shrugged. "Would you be willing to try quitting again?"

"I could try."

"Please? For me?" She made a cute face.

He chuckled and rubbed her on the head. "Sure. For you."

"Good."

"I'll get rid of this." He took the ashtray and moved it into the other room. He came back in and grabbed the remote from the dresser.

"Before we start the movie, we should get in our PJ's!"

"Oh, uh... I usually just sleep in a t-shirt and underwear, but I can put on some shorts or something."

"That's fine! I mean, you're already in a hoodie and sweatpants."

"Yeah, I don't know why you got dressed to come to a sleepover."

"Shush! Be nice to me!"

He laughed. "You want me to leave the room real quick, give you some privacy?"

"If you don't mind."

Noise stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. Hazel changed from her day clothes to a pair of cute pajamas. They were pink satin cami top and shorts with black polka dots scattered around. The ends were covered with black lace. She opened the door and poked her head out.

"I'm all good, now," she said cheerfully.

Theodore opened the door and entered the room again. His eyes grew wide and he blushed.

"What?" She tilted her head in confusion.

"Sorry," he chuckled nervously. "You look really pretty."

She went over and held his face with her hands. His eyes grew even wider and his face was red. She giggled and rubbed her thumbs across his cheeks. She tilted her head and kissed him softly. "Relax. It's okay."

"Sorry, sorry. I'm still working on that."

"I know you are. Now, come on," she went back over to the right side of the bed and sat down. "Let's watch the movie! It's such a good one!"

He walked over and crawled onto the left side of the bed. He propped up some pillows to make it comfortable to lean back. He handed her the remote since she was the one who brought the movie.

"Oh, wait," Theo blurted.

"What is it?"

"Um... There's another thing that you might not be too happy with."

Hazel gave him a look.

"It's not like the smoking, but... Can you reach into the drawer on my nightstand?"

"Why?"

"I need to take my meds before I forget. I usually keep them in there."

"Oh! Yeah, sure!" She reached into the drawer and grabbed an orange pill bottle. She handed it to him.

"There should be another one in there."

She looked again and found another. She handed that one to him, too. "What are those?"

"They're my meds."

"Yeah, I know, but what are they?"

"Oh! Well, one of them is an antidepressant and the other is for my bipolar."

"Theo... You have depression?"

"... You don't?"

"No."

"Sorry, I usually just assume everybody does until they tell me else wise."

"And bipolar?"

"Well, I mean, yeah."

"I had no idea."

"Ask anybody who works for me, they'll tell you all about it." He laughed. "I have to grab some water from the kitchen. You wanna come with? We can grab some snacks or something for the movie."

"Yeah! I could use a water, too."

"Okay, come on!"

The two went downstairs and into the kitchen. Theo grabbed a couple of water bottles from the fridge while Hazel opened the pantry. "Holy shit," she exclaimed. In the pantry was candy and snacks galore. There was every kind of chips and candy imaginable. Hazel almost felt overwhelmed by the amount of selection.

"Theodore," she said, "do you even have real food?"

"Um... kind of? I eat out a lot."

"There's so much..."

"Yep! Pick whatever you want!"

"Oh, geez, I don't know."

Theodore already knew what he wanted. He grabbed a pack of gummy bears and a pack of classic Pocky.

"Oh, I love Pocky! Do you-"

"Yes, I have the strawberry flavor."

Hazel squealed as he handed her a box of strawberry Pocky. Strawberry anything was her favorite flavor. Theo gave her a water bottle and grabbed her hand as he led her back upstairs. They went back into the bedroom and got in their previous spots on the bed. Hazel sat up with her legs criss crossed, Theo sat against the headboard. Hazel picked up the remote. Theo grabbed one of the pill bottles and took the medicine.

"I'll take the other one later," he said. "It makes me really tired. I want to stay awake for the movie."

"You're going to love it!"

As the movie started, Hazel scooted over and rested her head on Theo's shoulder. Noise suddenly grew anxious. He put his hands together and twiddled his thumbs. He tried to focus on the film, but his heart was racing. Hazel leaned into him more and wrapped her arm around his waist and rubbed his chest with her free hand. "Relax," she spoke softly. "I'm not going to hurt you." She kissed his neck a couple times then his cheek. He still stared wide-eyed at the TV, hardly focusing on the movie. "Let me help you out," Hazel grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her. Theo took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing.

Halfway through the movie, Hazel felt Theo's head leaned onto hers. At first she thought it was cute. "Finally relaxed, huh," she teased, but he didn't respond. "Theo?" Then she realized he was asleep. A huge smile grew onto her face. She did her best not to giggle. She pat his chest, but he didn't respond, so she pat his face. "Theo."

"Hmm..."

"Theo!"

"Wha-?! Huh?"

"You fell asleep." She chuckled.

"Ah, shit, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. You had a long day. Do you just want to go to bed?"

"I guess so." He yawned. "I'm definitely tired."

"Okay, let's go to bed, then." She took the remote and turned off the movie and the TV.

She got up and reached into her bag. She pulled out a toothbrush and tooth paste.

"If you want to use the bathroom first," Theo spoke, "I'll grab you some pillows and an extra blanket. I'm sort of... a blanket hog."

She giggled at him. "Okay."

Hazel went into the bathroom and began brushing her teeth. There were little paper cups stacked next to the faucet. She filled one up and used it to rinse out her mouth. She forgot to grab her mouthwash, so she went back into the room to get it from her bag. As she walked back in, she saw Theo putting some fresh pillows and a folded up blanket on the bed. There was also a fleece pink blanket balled up on his side of the bed.

"Oh, hey," he looked at her. "Done already?"

"Almost. I forgot to get my mouthwash. I have a little mini one!" She grabbed it out of her bag and headed back to the bathroom. She filled the cap and swished it around her mouth for a minute before spitting it out into the sink. She went back into the room again. "Okay, your turn!"

Noise let out a small laugh and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth as well. Hazel fluffed up the pillows and crawled onto the bed. She got under the blanket that was on the bed instead of the one he gave to her. She felt the pink blanket that was on his side. It was incredibly soft. Theodore rinsed his mouth with water then swished a cap full of mouthwash and spit it out. He came back into the room to see Hazel nice and comfortable.

"I appreciate you bringing me an extra blanket," she smiled at him, "but I want to share a blanket with you."

"I don't mind. I only gave you the extra just in case I hog the blanket in the middle of the night." He walked up to the bed and took off his hoodie. He was wearing a yellow NTV t-shirt underneath.

"Self advertising, huh," she chuckled.

"Not really. Whenever we release merch, they give me a sample of some sort. I have a million of NTV t-shirts and hoodies." He went over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers. "I do want to find some shorts, though."

"You um... You don't have to."

"Nah, I get really warm at night. I don't want to sleep in sweatpants."

"You can sleep in your underwear if you're comfortable with it."

"I'm pretty sure I have some gym shorts around he-"

"..."

"..." Theodore was blushing. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I'll be fine." She smiled. "We'll be under the blanket, anyways."

"I think I'd be more comfortable in some shorts."

"Whatever works for you."

He quickly slipped into some soft grey shorts as he still faced the dresser. He got into bed, but Hazel stopped him before he laid down.

"Don't forget to take your other pill!"

"Shit, right! Thanks for reminding me." He chuckled. "I totally would've forgot." He opened the other bottle and swallowed the pill with a mouthful of water.

"By the way, I wanted to ask you something."

"What's up?"

What's with the pink blanket? Was that one for me?"

"Oh, no that's um... That's... Well, that's my blankie. I, uh... I can't really sleep without it."

"Aww, Theo!"

"Shush!"

"No, no, it's cute!"

"Shuuush!" He pouted and blushed.

"Don't be embarrassed! It's fine! I'm not judging you."

"Alright, alright."

"One more question."

"Hm?"

"Can we cuddle? I wanna spoon." She smiled cutely.

Theo blushed even harder. "Um... Yeah. Yeah, sure."

"I call little spoon!" She plopped on to her right side and giggled.

(Tiniest suggestive warning. Nothing bad happens but there is a small mention.)

Theo nervously clicked the lamp off and snuggled up to her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned against her with his head on her neck. She put her arm on top of the one that wrapped around her and intertwined their fingers. Theo gulped and took a deep breath. Even though they were only cuddling, he found himself growing incredibly flustered... including down below. He moved his hips back and away from her. She noticed him move and picked her head up.

"Where ya goin'?"

"I, uh..." he spoke shakily.

"Get back here!" She threw her hips back at him, but jolted forward once she felt him. "Oh!"

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, I-"

She giggled. "Theo, relax. I take it as a compliment."

"Oh, my gosh, I just-"

"Theo! Calm down! Would it help if we switched and I was big spoon?"

"That... Yeah, that'd be nice."

"Come on," she flipped over and nudged him.

He rolled over, but he was still so embarrassed. He took a deep breath. Hazel snuggled up to him and played with his hair. He focused on his breathing as she gently scratched his scalp. With her other hand, she intertwined their fingers and held hands. Theodore felt his muscles relax. Before he knew it, he was zonked out. Hazel thought it was cute that he got so flustered. He was so cocky and brave when they first met, but now he was a nervous wreck. She knew it was going to take a while for him to settle, but in the meantime, she was going to help push him through it.

Eventually, Hazel had also fallen asleep and ended up rolling onto her back. She was sleeping soundly until she woke up freezing cold. Just as she was warned, The Noise was wrapped head to toe in the blanket. He was curled up in fetal position with the blanket over his ears. His pink "blankie" was even over his head. No wonder he gets so warm at night, she thought. She grabbed the extra blanket he had given her, unfolded it, and covered herself up. She let out a small groan as she snuggled up with the blanket.

Hazel woke up again around her usual time, around 5 in the morning. To her, that was "sleeping in". She looked over at Noise, who was still sleeping with his blankie over his head. She debated on waking him up, but she wasn't too keen on disturbing him. With the way the paparazzi treated him the day before, she thought he deserved to rest. She slowly crawled out of bed so she could brush her teeth, but she accidentally woke him up doing so. His eyes squinted as he moved the blanket off his head.

"Sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Mmmph..." He groaned. "It's okay..." He tiredly slurred his words.

"I was going to let you sleep. You seemed like you needed it."

He sat up and took a deep breath. "Yeah... I'll be fine. I can always take a nap later." He yawned and stretched. He let out a small chuckled once he saw that she used the other blanket. "I warned you that I'm a blanket hog."

She giggled. "You should've seen yourself. You were wrapped up like a burrito."

"Yeah, I've always slept like that."

"That's probably why you get so hot at night."

"I can't sleep any other way."

She booped him on the nose. "You wanna go out and get some food or somethin'?"

"Yeah, sure," he yawned again. "I could eat. I'm gonna brush my teeth, though."

"I was gonna-"

"You can go first. I can lay down a few more minutes." He smiled as he slid back down.

She chuckled softly as she headed over to the bathroom with her toothbrush, toothpaste, and this time, she remembered her mouthwash.

[thatone-brightstar]

Some The Bear & The Fox behind the scenes!

(cause I had to make some executive decision but many of these deserve to see the light of day)

Amy’s notes: This is mostly pure fluff but MDNI just in case lol. Also let me know if you want to see more cuz i got a shit ton of these :)

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*This is the alternative ending to chapter 3 if Fox would have said yes from the start, but i love to make us all suffer so i took it out:

You could have been there for an eternity, both afraid to break the bubble you had so cautiously created around you, but knowing you had to. You had been gone far longer than to be justified by getting drinks and your phone hadn’t vibrated because it had been left inside your purse… along with the money you would need if you were going to get drinks.

“You’re gonna have to pay for drinks.” You whisper to Carmy, your lips brushing over his with every word.

“I’ll pay everyone’s tab, I don’t fuckin’ care right now.” He whispered back, catching your lips into another sweet long kiss.

“No, seriously. We gotta go.” You managed to say in between kisses and laughs. He planted his lips by your ear and inhaled your perfume, and you had to stop a gasp threatening to escape. “The faster we go,” You turned to whisper near his ear. ”The sooner you can get me out these clothes.”

His body tensed around you before a ‘fuck’ shaped breath left his lips, and when he raised his head, you could see his pupils had only left a thin ring of blue around them. You pretended not to notice how your words had affected both of you as you pecked him quickly on the nose then swiped your thumb over it to erase the trace of your lipstick.

“C’mon.” You smiled, then intertwined your fingers with his and reopened the door to go back inside as two completely different people than the ones who had walked out.

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Chapter 5 instead of Carmy’s panic attack:

You had been the one to finally decide to go visit the beef family after days of absence and Carmy gladly agreed to pick you up around noon when he was running some errands, ‘Anything to get them off my back’ he had said, but he was secretly happy to see you again. Besides, he had already tried to explain on the first day that due to… personal priorities, you had decided to take some time from the restaurant.

Marcus had thrown a piece of sourdough he was kneading at Richie’s head, asking if he had scared you away.

“You know what, that’s a great question Marcus,” Carmy played along, crossing his arms and turning to his cousin. “Richie, did you? Scare her away?”

“Fuck you, I didn’t do shit to her.” He defended, taking the dough from his head and throwing it back at Marcus. “Plus, fuckin’ Carmy had already called dibs so it wouldn’t be fair”

“Richie, you asshole, you can’t call dibs on a person-” Syd yelled at him from across the counter, at the same time Carmy had called “No I fuckin’ didn’t, what am I, twelve?!”

They had begun arguing it the middle of the kitchen about what Richie had or hadn’t done to scare you off, then Tina broke it off when she asked loudly if anyone had taken the Paprika off her spice rack because it wasn’t there; only to be found under the table by the remnants of other spices scattered underneath. Carmy excused himself into his office as his ears flared up, similar to the way your cheeks did when he told you the story over the phone that same night.

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Also chapter 5 but at the beginning:

He celebrated the big achievement by stopping for dinner and driving to your house after closing on Thursday. You had snuck him in while your grandfather was asleep in the living room, under the glow of the TV and through soft pulls and giggle-filled kisses, he was shoved into your room. It was strange, how the boyish actions felt foreign to his strained soul, but didn’t stop the whispered laugh of excitement.

He had never been inside a girl’s room before, not counting his sister’s, and it was exactly how he assumed it would be. Cream colored walls were barely visible under the many framed artworks, pictures and various sized mirrors. Potted plants invaded a small corner near one of the windows while your bed took up most of the other. A pile of clothes laid discarded by your closet door and a nice lamp on your nightstand bathed the space in a soft blue glow. It felt intimate and beautifully lived in, like he was seeing a small part of your soul.

You had dinner on the fire escape by the window, enjoying the gentle breeze and the hum of music playing from inside your bedroom. He was worried things would be weird, not really knowing where you stood or what this even was. Then you joked about how Richie wanted to bribe you to go back because ‘fuckin’ Carmy can’t stop mopin’ around’ and that was confirmation enough that you two were fine.

‘Wait ‘till they find out you’re the one who fired me.’ You had said between sips of your drink and when he answered ‘Let’s just hope they don’t find out we fucked on Tina’s station’, your eyes doubled in size and a dark tint appeared on your face still visible in the low lighting.

He left around two in the morning, when the conversation had died down into a comfortable silence and your head rested in the valley of his neck, with one of his arms wrapped around you to protect you from the cold. As much as he enjoyed the soft sound of your breathing and the heat radiating from your joined bodies, he knew he shouldn’t stay. It would be too soon and the last thing he wanted was to scare you away for real this time. So before you fell asleep completely, he kissed the crown of your head and removed his arm from around you, softly whispering his parting.

You guided him quietly to the entrance of the apartment, still lazily rubbing your eyes, and thanked him for dinner and for the visit.

‘Maybe next time I can-uh cook you somethin’... instead of buyin’ it’ He whispered in the silent hallway as he scratched his head nervously, laced into his words was a tender promise that made the skin on your face heat up.

You nodded enthusiastically and raised on your sock covered feet to leave a sugary kiss upon his lips, sticky sweet honey trickled down his throat and kept him warm as he arrived home and settled on his couch to rest his eyes.

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Thanks for reading, key byeee 🩷

[ro-botany]

I want to know who, if anyone, you ship Freddie with. I wanna hear all ur Frederick Fired Emblem opinions tbh--

HELLO I HAVE SO MANY OPINIONS ON THIS MAN

Probably too many opinions to fit in one ask!! To be honest!! I don't even really know why I imprinted on Fred so hard. It was the meme quote and the horse backflipping at first but at some point it became genuine fhdsjkfhds

Given that Fred strikes me as one of the older members of the cast his ship options were a bit limited for me lmao. But I ended up going with Fred/Cherche in my playthrough, and I stand by that! They don't have the most exciting support chain, I suppose, but there's so much mutual respect there. They meet each other on even footing in so many respects, and their S support feels like a very natural extension of the supports before it. Idk it's just cozy. They'll terrorize new recruits together forevermore.

Though I could easily leave him single, too. He strikes me as acespec, and while he can be a sap in S supports I also think he could be perfectly content never having a romantic partner. Maybe's that's me projecting but eh.

Some other opinions that I may elaborate on sometime include

I may not consider the spotpass chapters canon but I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM HIS IN-BATTLE CONVERSATION WITH EMMERYN. I AM INCONSOLABLE...

I know we all joke about his out of left field arson streak but LISTEN. LISTEN TO ME. THAT CAN BE SO COMPELLING IF YOU TAKE IT SERIOUSLY FOR A SECOND. He may not necessarily have full blown pyromania, but if you humour that he might... Pyromania is an impulse control disorder. And often for someone with pyromania the starting of fires is a way to release tension or anxiety. Do you see how interesting this could be combined with how neurotically worried he is about the safety of his people, and how rigidly he controls himself, and how he keeps himself busy literally every single waking moment?

Between the potential pyromania (often caused by childhood abuse and neglect??? hello??) and the wolf attack trauma and the fact that he's now the razor-witted right hand of the goddamn prince, I'm super interested in this man's backstory. And the fact that 90% of the content we have about him is variations on being comedically overprotective of the royal siblings pains me sometimes. I love how ridiculous he is too, and I know flanderization is the curse all fire emblem side characters bear, but you can't just put these interesting breadcrumbs in front of me and expect me NOT to want to eat the loaf of bread they came from! I'm over here having to re-engineer this bread recipe my damn self! Give me the forbidden Fred lore intsys!

Frederick and Robin enemies to besties arc is criminally underutilized in fanfic and I need this problem resolved yesterday.

The fact that Frederick and Validar share their english voice actor is criminally underutilized in fanfic. We can use this as an excuse to make them sound similar in-universe! We can do angst with this, people!

The fact that his main hobbies are knitting and mushroom picking is adorable, actually. He's like if a grandma was capable of felling entire armies with a greataxe.

This is getting so long so I'm gonna stop there but listen. I will always answer questions about Frederick Fire Emblem. He is my boy and I love him.

[inuhiime]

:: 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ! ──── ⪩⪨ 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ; 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐢

' who are you? a human, a sinner, or a monster? '

' who are you fighting for? who can vouch for your loyalty? '

' there are no memories, no past, no one you can trust, and no future. '

' aren't you supposed to be powerful? then... how come you didn't save me? '

' you're useless. you can protect no one! '

' that black hole in your heart... is it still there? '

' i'm here to fight, not to reflect on the things i did. '

' we all lost ourselves at some point, some to fear, some to desire, some to desire. '

' you're not seriously thinking of yourself as a savior, are you? '

' meaningless fighting brings nothing but the loss of lives. it's time to end it. '

' how could you forget about us? '

' we'll meet again, as long as you don't get yourself killed. '

' i understand your pain, your fear, and the emptiness in your heart. '

' if anyone can give you the answer you want, it's me. '

' don't forget. you... you're not alone. '

' what have i done wrong? '

' now that you've seen everyone off, who will lay you to rest? '

' they aren't good people at all, so it's okay to kill them, right? '

' don't leave me, don't turn your back on me! '

' it's you who guided us out of the mire over and over again. '

' i won't let you all stay buried here like this. '

' do your cuts bleed red, too? '

' you have the stench of death on you, too. '

' all i'm gonna give you is a nice funeral. '

' please don't get hurt while i'm not around. '

' why are you always staring at me like that? '

' go to fucking hell and make a deal with the devil. '

' i have a duty to fight for the innocence you deserve. '

' you can stop me anytime you want unless i kill you, right? '

' you little coward, hiding behind your power like trash! '

' if you die... i'll really have nothing left. '

' stop faking your death. it doesn't suit you. '

' will you all be able to soothe all the pain and comfort everyone here? '

' you're not killing me? '

' don't be afraid of us. what's there to be afraid of? '

' to survive, you have to try as hard as you can to become a monster yourself. '

' it's always the last person you want to see that you end up running into, huh? '

' have you decided to surrender? '

' we carried a heavy responsibility to clear a bright path for everyone else. '

' i believe that everything you just said is the truth. '

' what good are other people's thanks? isn't having each other enough? '

' make your choice and keep walking. '

' i'll put an end to all the tragedies you're causing here and now. '

' we were always meant to die out here. '

' you're no companion of mine. don't touch me. '

' let them stay with me, don't take them away from me... please. '

' i can't bear the pain of losing people close to me. '

' no, i don't want you to die. i won't allow it. '

' keep quiet, and let me do the talking. '

' you're ahead of others in reaching the end that nobody can escape. '

' it's for your own good... don't you get it? '

' wake up. someone is waiting for your return. '

' you don't need to make sacrifices anymore. '

' i should stop them, but on my own, i can't do anything. '

' i'm not afraid of loneliness, never have been. '

' are you really so desperate to live on? '

' because we're monsters, you're leaving us too? '

' i don't have time to give a lecture about what's right and what's wrong. '

' after all this, you still turn your back on me. '

' i don't know who i am. '

' am i really not worth your trust? '

' whatever choice you make in the future, i will not doubt it. '

' thank you for looking for me. it's all right now... go back. '

' don't get overwhelmed by the darkness from the past. '

' do you need saving, too? '

' you have to get used to the cruelty in reality. '

' do you think i made the wrong choice? '

' i won't punish you too harshly no matter what mistakes you make. '

' you will be betrayed eventually. '

' you can't stop, even if there are sacrifices. '

' the final destination you reach will determine whether the price paid along the way is worth it. '

' aren't you the one talking big, faking your own death just now? '

' we humans are insignificant before the ultimate truth. '

' i hope you're here to stay. this is where you belong. '

' how long have you been trapped in the abyss? '

' am i the one who failed you? '

' what a good dog you are. '

' you're alive. only you're alive. why should it be you? '

' i will not let you die. '

' i'm not going to wait for you if you fall behind. '

' the stronger a sinner, the closer they are to destruction. '

' are you in pain? don't worry, soon you'll be freed from it. '

' why are you willing to stay with a monster like me? '

' are you here to kill me? '

' you must be... very disappointed. '

' the longer one has been as a sinner, the easier it is to perceive the intangible. '

' to do what you should... it's never easy. '

' meeting you was the luckiest thing that happened in my life. '

' you barged into the darkness and brought me a beam of light. '

' you're really sorry? can you make up for your mistakes by saying sorry? '

' i've seen so many betrayals, but never one like yours. '

' if you don't run now, you won't get another chance. '

' hang in there. i'll get you out of here. '

' i've never pleaded for anything with you, but please... '

' i'll give you one last chance. leave. '

' it'll all be over when you wake up. '

' you want to live on, don't you? '

' i want to watch it once more, the sunrise. '

' you can't make it out on your own. '

' i know it's painful, but don't give up. '

[tonydaddingham]

I mean, sometimes an oxrib *is* just an oxrib. Like to me! The oxrib's an oxrib not a sexual metaphor and almost any other response to looking for a receptive body could've been just *so* bad. 😆 Not mutually exclusive! 😁

mhm, and i completely agree!💕 right so im gonna take this a little seriously for a moment, because im a bit worried that i might have caused offence (tone reading is really not my strong suit).

look, im not at all disputing that the text is positing that the ox-rib scene is literally a depiction of a) aziraphale being tempted for the first time, b) that temptation being to enjoy an earthly pleasure (that pleasure being food), and c) it's the/at least one origin of one of the most compelling and identifiable aspects of aziraphale's characterisation as we know it in modern day. what the text says, alone, has multiple layers of symbolism, and i do think they bear their own weight without any sexual filter placed upon it. 100%, the ox-rib is quite literally, sometimes, just an ox-rib.

equally, what i am saying is that i think that there is a justifiable interpretation of sexual subtext in it, also. im not saying that's the only interpretation (like i said in the tags of the previous ask - not at all the only one) nor am i saying it's the correct one, but i think it's one that is persuasive on its own merit. so, when i joked about neil with his "just an ox-rib" tag, im saying whilst - yes - that may not be the text, he's clearly able to recognise innuendo/sexual subtones by nature of his avoidance of it for crowley's line in s1. hence, i simply found it funny that his response from that ox-rib ask, and the corresponding tag, implied that the subtone was not there at all in the job minisode.

i get why he might not confirm the sexual undertone, if he does in fact recognise that there is one. im literally just having a laugh about it, and i maybe thought that had been a bit more obvious than it was. in any case, well - maybe he didn't recognise that subtext, or thinks that particular interpretation is perhaps a bit contrived. maybe he did recognise it, but didn't want to confirm it as to not invalidate or dismiss anyone's - or any community's - interpretation of the scene/minisode as a whole (which i think is the more likely and imo, in all seriousness, is the best way to have responded to that ask to ensure all hcs/interpretations can be considered valid because... well, they are all valid). or maybe he's just fucking about in general because he can. any road, i do recognise the text of the scene without the sexual filter on it... i just thought the situation was funny 💕