#but I miss is man I wanna make chocolate milk :(

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

It’s wonderful to see you around again! I’m assuming this means you’re getting better?

Slowly ye :D I have the stuff doctor recommended to help with the sick, and I’ve been holding down more food recently. I’m still very hungry but because of how bad things were for a few days I gotta take it slow with how much I eat at a time TwT am definitely getting my energy back though :D

[steddielations]

Wayne pov, implied neglect, abandonment

Wayne gets a call from Hawkins Elementary that Eddie hasn’t been to school in two days.

They couldn’t get ahold of Al on the phone, as usual. Wayne hopes his suspicions are wrong, but he already knows what he’s going to find when he shows up to the shabby old house on Philadelphia street with a McDonald’s bag in hand.

His knock on the door goes unanswered, but he sees small fingers and big round eyes peeking through the side window blinds. 

“Hey, Eddie, it’s your Uncle Wayne. Open the door, it’s alright.”

Eddie shuffles away from the window, but there’s still no answer.

“You hungry? I brought those nugget things you like, that’s all. Some kinda toy in here too.”

After a moment, the door slowly opens a sliver. One big button eye peeks through the crack and a pale skinny arm reaches out.

Wayne hands over the food. “Gonna let me come inside?” 

Eddie’s arm snakes back in with the bag like a claw machine. But after another moment, the door swings open fully, revealing Eddie in rumpled clothes at least a couple days worn. The shadows under his eyes tell Wayne all he needs to know.

“Dad’s gone to the store,” Eddie smiles nervously, he didn’t inherit Al’s ability to lie behind it. “He said he’ll be right back.”

Wayne just nods as he comes inside. One look around confirms what he already knew. By the window, there’s a blanket and a scatter of candy wrappers and empty soda cans where Eddie’s been sleeping. Waiting and watching the driveway for Al.

This wouldn’t be the first time Al’s gone off and left Eddie to fend for himself. Wayne’s been helping out as much as he can since Eddie’s poor mama passed. He doesn’t know much about raising kids but he knows Al’s one dumb selfish bastard to be leaving Eddie alone for days since the ripe age of 8.

Wayne ignores the twist in his chest and the stab of anger he feels and doesn’t mention it. He follows Eddie to the coffee table in front of the couch where Eddie digs into the McDonald’s sack.

“School called and said you weren’t there. You feelin’ bad?” He reaches out, gently pushing back Eddie’s wild curls to feel his forehead. He’s surprised Eddie lets him, too busy scarfing down chicken nuggets. “No fever.” Wayne notes, but Eddie’s hair needs a good wash.

Eddie’s narrow shoulders slump a bit. He doesn’t look at Wayne, tearing open his chocolate milk with his teeth. 

“I just— didn’t wanna go today. I hate school. Miss Taylor always gives me a bad behavior grade even when I act the best in class. She calls me Junior. Munson Junior.”

“Thought you liked being called Junior. Like your dad.”

Eddie shrugs, those shadows darkening on him. “Everyone forgets I have my own name too. Sometimes I just wanna be Eddie.”

Already, he’s feeling the weight of his last name. Al taught him to hotwire the second he turned 10 and how to pick locks even before that. Munson tradition, Al wouldn’t listen when Wayne told him that’s bullshit. What seem like cool tricks to Eddie now already make him guilty in everyone’s eyes. Wayne’s been feeling it all his life, thanks to his old man and now Eddie’s got Al to thank for making it even worse.

“That’s good, you just keep reminding them,” Wayne says, being careful with his next words. “When you finish that, why don’t you go pack a bag, alright? You can come stay with me until your dad gets back.”

Eddie goes stiff, chewing slower now. “It— it hasn’t been long. He said he’d be right back.” His eyes drift over to Wayne, checking to see if he buys it. Wayne doesn’t. So Eddie huffs, “I wanna stay here. I hate the trailer park.”

That’s just him repeating Al’s shit talk, so Wayne doesn’t take offense. “Your friend’s been askin’ about you. That little girl next door.”

Eddie perks up at that, “Ronnie?” Wayne nods and thinks that does the trick for a second, but Eddie stubbornly sulks again. “I can’t go. Dad told me to stay here until he gets back.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be here alone. You don’t have to be.”

“I’m not scared to stay by myself,” Eddie insists, sitting up straighter, looking even younger trying to look older. “Dad said I’m not a little kid anymore. I’m 10 now and I can look after myself. He taught me to use the stove and everything. I always do fine on my own.”

“So he’s been leaving a lot, then? You know you can call me to come pick you up,” Wayne tries not to frame it like it’s Eddie’s fault, pointing to where his phone number is pinned on the fridge with a magnet.

Eddie’s lip wobbles despite how he tries to square his jaw.

“There’s nothing wrong.”

“You ain’t—”

“You said to call if I need you and I don’t need you, Wayne! I'm fine!”

Eddie shoves the food away, his eyes wide and shiny when he cuts them back to Wayne. Not glaring with anger, just hurt. 

“It’s not fine,” Wayne tells him, gentle as the first time he held him, just a tiny thing all bundled up in Elizabeth’s knitting. “Your dad’s got his head in his ass again. You can’t stay here on your own, no matter what he said. I ain’t leaving you by yourself.”

“I’m not going.” Eddie’s more pleading now than arguing. “I have to stay here so Dad can find me when he gets back. Don’t you get that? If I’m not here, I won’t see him.”

That’s what it’s really about, Eddie thinking it’s his responsibility to keep up with his Dad. Instead of the other way around.

“If he comes looking for you, he’ll know where to find you.” But Al won’t. It’s never Eddie that he comes back for. Wayne doesn’t tell Eddie that, but now Eddie’s starting to learn that on his own. Al proved it to him time and time again.

“Why do you even care?” Eddie’s angry now. But it’s not really Wayne that he’s mad at. They both know that.

“It’s alright, son, c’mon now.” Wayne reaches for him but Eddie quickly pushes his hand away.

“You aren’t my dad.” Tears escape with the words, and seeing his pain hurts Wayne more than anything he could say, or do. He pushes Wayne again. “So why do you care? Why are you here?”

He doesn’t need an answer, he just needs to let it out.

So Wayne sits there while Eddie shoves his chest and cries harder, “You aren’t my dad. Why do you care?” Wayne curls his hands around Eddie’s smaller ones as the question turns to, “Why aren’t you?” Then it’s a broken little sob of, “Why aren’t you my dad?”

Wayne catches Eddie when he finally tires himself out, and instead of pushing Wayne away, Eddie’s clinging to him. Eddie’s holding on like Wayne’s all he’s got left in the world. Wayne hugs Eddie to his chest, wishing there was more he could do.

Al put a hole in Eddie and he’s digging it deeper everyday, one that Wayne won’t ever quite fit into. He tries to fill it the best he can, giving Eddie the only bedroom in the trailer, going to the talent show because Al never makes good on his promises to be there for Eddie, not letting Eddie stay in this damn house alone waiting for someone who’s never gonna show up. Maybe Wayne’s not that someone, but he can still be here for Eddie. And he’s gonna be.

“C’mon, let’s get you outta here.”

[straows]

Thinking about…

Gojo has been gone on missions and such for a while. Only time he comes home is to sleep or get patched up by you so he could spend time with you. But you get tired of his absence and…

Context: Gojo is gone for weeks at a time. You’re lonely. You decide to break up with him and leave.

Warnings: angst, reader is alone a lot, brief mention of Mad Men, break ups, possessive Gojo, he a lil crazy bout you, almost car wreck??, hurt w comfort, good ending.

Wc: 1,557

A/n: it’s not as sad or wild as it seems I think. Also mad men is a dope show, but all the men in the show fucking suck?? Also. How do I make the title all colorful but like gradient like? Those are dope.

Breaking up with Gojo was not easy. You loved him so much, and he was the man you wanted to marry, spend your life with, have kids with and everything. But he was always gone now a days. Always.

For weeks, days, he was gone for three weeks last time. It was all too much. You missed him, and were tired of feeling alone.

It was lonely in his house. Always wearing his clothes because it smelt like him, burying your face in his pillow. It was all you really had.

You knew dating the world’s strongest wouldn’t be easy. But it was starting to feel impossible. You missed him so much, and half the time he didn’t even respond to your messages. Too busy for you.

You missed your job, and having to deal with shitty, annoying strangers, messy coworkers, and getting off late. At least you were busy then. Back in the earlier stages of your relationship, Gojo had begged you to quit your job so you could be with him more. He kept going on and on about how he could easily provide for the two of you, and it wouldn’t leave a dent in his bank account.

At first it was fine, amazing even, not having to work. Or get up early, stay late, deal with shit that made your mind ache. But you didn’t think about if Gojo wasn’t there.

All of the loneliness and angst that was building up in the empty space that was your and your lovers home was beginning to turn to anger. Anger and so many other negative emotions that Gojo promised you wouldn’t be feeling with him.

So after an entire pizza, a season of Mad Men, and a cup of chocolate milk, you decided it was time. It was to leave because you were losing your damn mind, worrying constantly about Gojo, the loneliness, the having legit nothing to fucking do.

So, you began packing your things. You grabbed your clothes, your plushies, your shoes, your make up, face and hair products, even the little shit. You made sure everything that was yours was gone from his house, and packed in your car.

Glancing around, just to be petty, you deleted your Netflix profile. Gojo loved to use yours instead of his own, only god knows why. Meaning all his progress on the unfinished shows were gone.

With a huff, you wrote a note. Simply stating you were tired of being alone and feeling alone in this relationship. Ending it with an i love you, and hope you do well in the future.

And like that, you got in your car and began to drive.

Half an hour later, the front door to the house opens. “Baby I’m home.” Gojo called out, sounding tired and pretty damn drained. “You will not believe how much I fucking missed you.” He sighed, and put down the pizza he’d gotten on the way home for you both on the counter.

“Baby?” Gojo looked around, and noticed how much shit was missing. How much of you was missing. “Babe come out, I’m too tired for this, just wanna hug you.” Followed by silence.

Gojo glared at nothing in particular and huffed. Quickly, he walked into your and his bedroom, and paused. All of your stuff was gone. And there was a note on the bed.

Anger and frustration was replaced by a deep sense of fear and anxiety in the pit of his stomach. Slowly, he picked up the note. And oh, he never knew how much a few words on a sheet of paper could hurt so much.

It wasn’t just mental pain, it was physical pain. Pain that had him grabbing his chest to try and stop it. Swallowing thickly, he quickly looked at his phone, and saw that you still had your location on.

“…fuck this.” Sadness and loss turned to anger and possessiveness. “Yeah fuck this shit.”

He worked too damn hard, and spent too much time dealing with curses, elders, people in general, for the one source of his happiness to be gone.

So, he got in his car, and immediately skidded out of the driveway. No doubt breaking every damn traffic law, speeding to reach your car.

Tears ran freely down your cheeks, cliche sad music played from your stereo, a sonic blast sat in your cup holder as you ate cheese sticks and drove the car with your knee.

You felt pathetic. All these nasty thoughts nipped at your mind. You had no idea Gojo had even came back to the house. You’d expected it’d take him a few more days.

But you were NOT expecting, was a very familiar car racing up to yours and cutting in front of you, only to hit the breaks making you gasp and slam on your breaks.

You had to swerve off the road and into some empty parking lot. Eyes wide, heart racing, you noticed the other car pull in as well. Quickly getting out, you were fuming. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you fucking cr-“

The front door slammed open, revealing none other than your boyfriend, or ex boyfriend rather. He looked pissed. Angrier than you’d ever seen him.

“Gojo-“ you tried to get the words out, but he’d backed you against your car roughly. Pinning you there and glaring down at you, blindfold hanging around his neck.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” He snapped, voice low. “A fucking letter? Are you serious?”

You swallowed thickly, looking up at him with wide eyes. Your heart jumped at the sight of him. Not injured, and safe from his mission but oh so furious. “…why- how did you find me?” You whispered, your voice breaking despite trying to sound more confident.

“You left your location on.” He spoke blankly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Why. Fucking explain it to me like I’m five.” Gojo’s head ducked down a bit, forcing you to keep eye contact with him.

“I-I-“ The words refused to leave. Your brows furrowed as tears began to boil up. Why was it so hard to say it when it was so easy to write it? “Y-you- I- I’m tired of being… alone. You’re always gone, always. And I’m left to worry about you.” However the more you spoke, the more those past angry feelings rose up. “You told me to quit my job for you and I did! Only for you to just leave all the fucking time! You don’t even respond half the time, and when you with me you’re always exhausted or hurt!”

Gojo felt himself pause. Sure, what you were saying was on the letter, but he didn’t process it. All he really noticed was ‘breaking up’ and ‘have a happy life.’ So hearing this from you had him pull back slightly.

He didn’t mean to hurt you, didn’t mean to make you feel alone. Gojo Satoru only thought about you when he was away, and only ever really spoke about you. He loved you, and to hear you felt like this… well… it didn’t change much.

You were still his. Yeah, his chest hurt knowing he’d hurt you. But he was not letting you walk out of his life like that. No fuck that.

“I’m sorry.” His expression softened and his hands moved to cup your cheeks. “I’m so so so sorry. I didn’t realize I was leaving you alone like that. Baby believe me, all I think about is you. Every breath I take is so I can come home to you.” His forehead pressed against yours.

Your breath was shaky as you quieted down, eyes closing as his forehead pressed against yours. God, all that anger and resentment was gone just like that. It made you want to be more angry, but you just couldn’t.

Not when he was talking so sweetly to you, body pressed against yours. You’d missed him so much, and this was the first time in a while that you two really talked. Like really talked.

“Come home. I’ll take off work. The elders can go fuck themselves and send someone else to do their shit.” He murmured, lifting his head and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Don’t leave me, please… I’ll do better, I can’t lose you.”

Your heart melted at his words and you felt yourself swoon. However, before you could even say yea, he’d picked up and thrown you over his shoulder. “Oh my god- Gojo!”

“Ah.” He huffed, and landed a harsh slap to your ass. His hand rubbed over the area he slapped however to soothe the sting. “That is not what you call me. Go on, what do you call me sweet girl?”

You felt your cheeks burn red, eyes a little wide. “Satoru…”

“Good girl.” He praised with a grin.

“Wait- hey! I didn’t say I’d come back damn it!” You squirmed in his grasp, trying to get down. He however had other plans.

“You think you ever had the choice? That’s cute babe.” He smiled, his hand moving from rubbing gently to squeezing. “You are mine, and so is this ass.”

Your relationship was by no means perfect, but he loved you. Of course, he had never planned to let you go, even if you wanted to leave. :)

Guys this was bad. Omfg I got so lost in this- but why not post it??😟…

[wheelsupimagine]

COFFEE LOVE - Aaron Hotchner x reader

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x FemReader

Word count: 4.6k words

Warnings: mention of Haley, lots of fluff

Summary: A new coffee shop opened close to Aaron’s home and when Jack and Aaron visit the shop, they like much more than coffee and cookies

When Aaron first started at the FBI he knew what he got himself into, late work hours, endless travel, and not a lot of sleep. With time he got used to this and any kind of coffee, at least he got one in hand that kept him awake.

He was a simple man, he never thought about going to a coffee shop to get a coffee instead of from work.

Until one day Jack asked him to go to the new coffee shop that opened up down the street.

He heard from the shop before, Jessica went with Jack there a few times and Jack became a little fan but Aaron never stepped a foot into it, until this day.

On a beautiful Saturday morning, Jack and Aaron took a walk to the café and as they arrived Aaron recognized that the shop was well attended, even though the order line was not that long, so in a matter of time Jack and Aaron got to make their order, but before Aaron got to say a word he got interrupted by Jack.

"Y/n." His son cheered, meanwhile, Aaron took the time to look at you and Aaron was stunned, you are beautiful and your smile gosh, Jessica had mentioned you before but he was pretty sure everything she said about you was underestimated.

As of now you still didn’t dare to look up to the man who brought Jack with him, assuming it was his dad, whom you already heard about, and you definitely didn’t miss the way he stared at you, which made your cheeks turn slightly pink.

"Hello, Jack. And wow it looks like you have been growing again, I could have sworn you didn’t look so tall the last time I saw you." You joked with him and Jack laughed.

Now you finally took a glance to be met by beautiful brown eyes.

"I also see you brought a guest, is that your best friend Tyler you talked about I thought he was smaller?" You added and scratched your head.

"No silly, this is my dad," Jack laughed.

"Ah, the superhero." You extended your hand which Aaron took in his.

"You can call me Aaron." Aaron’s mouth curved into a smile, your hand still in his, neither of you said anything until Jack broke the momentary silence.

"Y/n can I have a cookie and chocolate milk?"

"Sure buddy and as of right now you are getting the last cookie we have."

"YES," Jack answered excitedly.

"And what does superhero Aaron want ?" You asked him.

Aaron laughed including a playful eye roll.

"Just a black coffee."

"Mhm simple but also boring, I can’t convince you to try something else." You replied.

"Okay, then surprise me with one of these cakes but I still want my black coffee. Aaron said.

"Do you two like to drink and eat here or do you wanna take it with you?"

"What do you want to do Jack ?" Aaron asked Jack and his answer was obvious.

"STAY."

" Okay, that was a clear answer." Aaron laughed.

Aaron enjoyed his coffee which was surprisingly really good, he now understood why the team insisted on visiting coffee shops before work and the cake you picked for him was also delicious.

Meanwhile, Jack ate his cookie and drank his chocolate milk, Jack and Aaron talked about Jack‘s upcoming soccer game and the newest superhero movie he watched with Jessica.

When the shop was not that busy, you took your time to sit with Jack and Aaron, Jack took his full attention to you and told you about the hide-and-seek game he won as well as everything that happened that week and Aaron just enjoyed how happy his son looked as he talked to you.

After Saturday Aaron tried to visit the shop with Jack as often as possible, though it didn’t happen a lot because of his job, but Aaron still enjoyed your company when he visited the shop with his son, and just because Aaron and Jack didn’t get to go to the shop often that didn’t mean that Jessica and Jack dropped by every chance they got.

Jack enjoyed your company and Jessica did too. Jack kept you up to date with everything going on in school and much more.

Jessica and you used their time to talk about their work and how exhausting it could be but you two also shared some personal things, and soon you two became friends.

Sometimes even you took your break to play with Jack and Jessica in the park that was close by, like today, you three had fun, and as the adults took a break with Jack on the swings you and Jessica took a look at Jack.

"He looks so happy and carefree," You said.

"Thanks to you, you make him happy," Jessica admitted.

"Don’t be ridiculous, he is so happy because you are so great with him, you are his family, and you are the best aunt Jack could have asked for, The same goes for Aaron."

"I may hold this together but you make the difference."

The last few weeks, Aaron didn’t get the chance to visit the coffee shop with Jack, so Aaron decided on a paperwork day to leave early so he got to pick up Jack from school.

When Aaron picked Jack up from school, his son ran up to me to let him know about the A he got in the test he was so worried about. To celebrate this, Aaron suggested going to your coffee shop and who would Jack be to deny this?!

As the two arrived Jack ran up to you.

"Y/n, look I got an A in the test."

"WHAT! Oh my god, I am so proud of you. I knew you could do it." You smiled down at him.

"Hey Jack, how about we celebrate this, my shift ends soon, you could do your homework here and afterward we could go to the park." You suggested.

Jack’s eyes went wide.

"Daddy, can we do that?"

"Sure buddy why not." Aaron smiled down to his son.

As you three made your way to celebrate Jack’s big win you, Aaron and you took your time to talk about everything work-related.

As your three arrived, you played hide and seek. Jack and you were on the swings.

Aaron took a break as you and Jack started playing soccer, he watched you guys and his heart swelled at the sight, of his son being happy, and then there was you, a beautiful kind woman who cared about his son that much, Aaron could have gotten used to it.

As Aaron watched you two play he saw as you whispered Jack something in the ear, then Jack ran up to the soccer goal and screamed:

"For Mommy." You put your hands in the air smiled and told Jack how good he did.

Aaron was so stunned by your action that he wasn’t even sure if he heard right what Jack said, but as Jack ran up to him he met him halfway and picked him up.

"Did you see what I did Dad? I did it for Mom."

"Of course Buddy, that was amazing."

"What about some ice cream mhm ?" Aaron asked Jack.

"YES but only if y/n can come with us," They both look at you now.

"What do you say y/n? Ice cream goes on me."

"Ähm, okay yeah why not." A little bit surprised by the invitation.

You three walked in silence as you got Ice cream, soon Jack became a bit tired Aaron asked his son to get home and get another time I’ve cream but he refused, you got the ice cream and after you guys finished eating you three walked back home, Jack being later in Aaron’s arms full asleep.

Aaron and you stayed quiet throughout the walk not wanting to wake Jack up, but it was not awkward, it was quiet nice, and peaceful.

Quickly you arrived at the Hotchner home.

"That’s ours," Aaron pointed.

"How long is your home away, I could walk you there or even drive you," Aaron suggested.

"No, No it’s okay Aaron, my home is just a 5-minute walk away from here, I will be fine." You replied.

Aaron nodded but he was not convinced, you waved at him on your way to continue your walk but then you stopped.

"Aaron."

"Yeah."

"Thank you for today I had a lot of fun and if you like, you know you can always come by the coffee shop before you go out there to save the world, you deserve a good coffee." You laughed at the end.

"I will consider it thank you y/n and not just for the Invitation but also thank you for taking your time to spend it with Jack and for making him happy."

"He is a great kid and you have a big impact on him even though it’s hard for you to believe it, you are a great dad to him."

"Have a good night Aaron and just so you know, I would be happy to see you in my coffee shop." You smiled shyly, making your way back home.

Aaron tried to swallow his feelings down not wanting to admit that Jack was not the only reason that he wanted to visit the coffee shop more often, deep down he knew he wanted to see you because he made you feel something he hadn’t felt for a long time - Happiness.

After that night Aaron made it to his mission to take his time in the morning to get his coffee at your shop. A few minutes of his day he dedicated them to you just to get to talk with you.

You two talk about Jack and his upcoming soccer game or he told you something about the team. Sometimes you two are so caught up in your conversation, that he is almost too late to be to early at the BAU but no matter how early or late it is, you always end your conversation with Be safe superhero and with time Aaron grew comfortable around you.

It slowly started to become a routine but every routine got to be broken once in a while, like today.

Aaron got a last-minute call from Penelope who told him they had a new case, he had to call Jessica, that he had to get here early, and then he quickly made his way to your coffee shop.

"Hey y/n, I am so sorry I’ve got no time today but at least I wanted to say hey."

"Here is your coffee, Jessica called me. So go Aaron go and stay safe superhero," You said.

"Thank you." Aaron left the shop immediately making his way to the BAU.

You looked after him, smiling to yourself, knowing Aaron hadn’t even noticed what you wrote on his cup.

Hotch arrived at the BAU, as the last person, file in hand, in the other his coffee which he put down on the desk.

"Wow oh my god, breaking news Aaron Hotchner was at a coffee shop," Derek said.

"Guys do you see what is standing on that cup!" Emily exclaimed.

"OH MY GOD THERE IS STANDING MY SUPERHERO WITH A HEART, AARON HOTCHNER do you have an admirer?" Penelope asked.

"Guys focus! The case Penelope," Aaron stopped the team rambling about his cup.

But Aaron was a little flustered about what you wrote on the cup.

Sure you guys felt comfortable around each other and Aaron enjoyed your company but you never did something so personal.

After the team did a short briefing about the case, he took his time to write you.

Really? My superhero with a heart the team busted me.

I don’t know what you mean but be safe my superhero, you wrote with a wink emoji.

Aaron had to smile on his phone and, with profilers in the room, it didn't go unnoticed. Aaron smiled like an idiot.

The team arrived back in Quantico a few days later at 1 am, everyone was exhausted even Aaron, he got into a fight with the unsub, his face was a little beat up but nothing serious, just a few cuts on his face.

Aaron was on his way back home, when he saw that the light was still on in the coffee shop, and at his second glance he saw that you were the person still in the shop. Instead of driving home, he parked his car close to the shop.

Aaron realized then that the door was still open.

"Y/n?"

"Aaron. What are you doing here?

And oh my god what happened to your face?" You said and immediately walked up to him your hands found their way to his face, looking closely at his injuries. Your face was full of concern.

"It’s nothing really, I got into a fight with the criminal.

But don’t try to shift the conversation on me, what are you doing here? It’s 1:37 am and the door is not even locked, "What were you thinking?" He said, as he took your hands from his face but he still held them in his.

"Really oh god, I had to get some paperwork done and then I started cleaning, I completely forgot the time. Now tell me what are you doing here."

"I just came home from a case."

"No, no Mr. Hotchner, what are you doing here in this coffee shop you could have just driven past the shop and gone home to Jack." You said with a smile.

Aaron was stunned by what you just said, he didn’t think about it, he just wanted to make sure you were alright.

"I saw light in there and I was just surprised I guess, after I saw you here I wanted to make sure everything is okay."

You two were quiet for a moment, and no one said anything, he looked down at his feet while you looked at Aaron’s face, just realizing how tired he looked.

"Aaron go home really I got everything under control and my way to my home is not long, go and rest a little bit."

"This is kind of you y/n but do you really think I would leave you alone in the middle of the night after everything I have seen in my job? I could never forgive myself if something happened to you," He admitted.

You immediately knew he thought about Haley.

You took away your hands from Aaron’s and put one hand on his cheek.

"Hey, look at me. I can only imagine what you have seen and been through already but you need to have a little bit of trust in the world, but I think no matter what I will say you won’t change your answer right?"

"Nope," Aaron smiled

"Okay, but the least I can do is to give you a coffee and a few cookies left."

It didn’t take you so long to get everything ready but you and Aaron used the time to stay longer and to talk about everything, you had a really deep talk about how everything can go over your head but you also laughed a lot together, telling each other embarrassing stories from the past at 3:30 am you to decided to leave, you told Aaron again you could walk but he refused to let that happen, so he drove you home, the short drive was quiet but peaceful, it didn’t felt awkward and as you arrived at your house you didn’t leave his car immediately, you turned your figure to him.

"Thank you Aaron it’s not self-evident that a man does such a thing."

"That’s not true.” But Aaron knew you were right not every man would do this.

"No Aaron and you know this, you are something special. Thank you." You said and kissed him on the cheek and soon after you disappeared into your house before you did so you turned around one more time to wave him goodbye and he did wave you back but even from your distance, you saw that his brain hadn’t proceeded yet that you kissed him on the cheek. As Aaron drove back home he still thought about you and when he went to sleep he may have dreamed of you.

The next day Aaron still thought about your encounter from the early morning but it would linger in his mind for a little longer because the team got called out for a case again and with every minute the team was away from home they even realized that Aaron’s mind was somewhere else even though he tried to turn it down.

After a whole week, the team still didn’t catch the unsub and with every day he was away from home, he started to miss you throughout the week you stayed in contact via short texts, and neither addressed what happened last time but Aaron didn’t care at the moment everything he wanted was to hear from you, to hear how were you doing, nothing else mattered to him.

At the moment, he sat in his hotel room, trying to find a breakthrough, but he was stuck, he looked at these files for hours now, and still, nothing stuck out to him, as more time has passed he had to realize that he needed to rest and give it a look again with a fresh mind.

Even though Aaron lay in bed now, he still couldn’t rest, he looked at the time and realized it wasn’t too late in DC and before he could think too much about it, he called you.

"Oh, the superhero has a little time for me. What honor do I get to receive a call from you," Aaron immediately started laughing at what you said.

"I have to make sure that my favorite barista is fine without a superhero close to her. I didn’t wake you did I?"

"No, you didn’t. Is everything okay over there, you’ve been gone for a while now."

"Everything is okay, no one is hurt but we haven't come forward yet."

"Mhm, too bad I start to miss this face," Aaron sighed but didn’t react to it.

"I can’t wait to be back home and drink your coffee again, I got so used to it, that I always forget how bad police station coffee tasted," You started laughing and Aaron joined.

"Mhm, it looks like you have to come back soon and get your medicine of good coffee,” You suggested.

"Yeah, it looks like it."

"By the way you never told me how good Jack is at his soccer matches, Jessica invited me the last time and I was stunned by how many goals he hit," You said.

"Is that so, maybe you should come more often and watch a match of his."

"Yeah, maybe I should do that. Oh and Aaron."

"Yes?"

"Can you promise me I get that pretty face back in one piece and not like last time?"

"Uhm, yeah I will.. I will try my best," Aaron said and his cheeks turned red immediately.

"Good night Aaron and be safe."

"Good night y/n."

The following days the team solved the case, as they arrived in Quantico Aaron told the team to go home and rest, they could do the paperwork tomorrow, but before everyone went their way Rossi invited the whole team and their family this weekend to a barbecue at his mansion.

So Aaron picked Jack up from school and made their way to your shop, meanwhile, Aaron told Jack about the barbecue this weekend and he was really excited.

As the two arrived you already greeted them.

"Hey, guys, and oh wow Aaron Hotchner in a shirt, that I get to witness this," You remarked.

"Don’t be silly you saw me in a shirt the first time we met," Aaron replied.

"Still a sight to see, looks good on you." You blushed and Aaron did too.

"Hey y/n?" Jack broke the silence and brought the attention to him.

"Yes, buddy."

"Do you want to come to the barbecue with us this weekend?" Jack asked.

"A barbecue?" You asked and looked at Aaron.

Äh yes my co-worker David Rossi is having a barbecue for the team this weekend, we can bring someone if we want. If you like and have time you can come with us, but don’t feel responsible for saying yes, I would understand if you said no-. "

"Actually, I would like to come with you guys if you are fine with this." You said and stopped Aaron from rambling.

"YES," Jack shouted.

As the weekend arrived Aaron and Jack picked you up so you could drive together to Rossi, you spent the drive signing with Jack or Jack talked about how excited he was to see the team again, the drive was faster over than you liked, and you didn’t even made it to open the car door before Jack already ran over to the door, so he left Aaron and you alone.

As you two made your towards the mansion, Aaron took your hand and stopped you.

"Hey, there is nothing to worry about," Aaron said.

"But what if they don’t like me."

"Why do you care so much about this?"

"Because you care about them, they are your family and how you talk about them, I just want them to like me."

"They will and if not then you will impress them with your coffee someday," Aaron said and you both started laughing as you made the way towards the mansion.

Aaron and you were greeted by many eyes as you two as you arrived at the porch. Derek was the first who say something.

"Well hello, I am Derek Morgan and you are ?" Derek extended his hand to yours and you took it.

"Hi, I am Y/n Y/l."

"And how do you know our boss man?"

"Oh, yeah, I have a coffee shop down his street, Jack loves my cookies and I am the person who provides Aaron with good coffee before work."

"Oh my god, so you are the person who wrote my superhero on that cup." Penelope interrupted and your cheeks turned red.

"This is Penelope by the way," Derek intervened.

"I have to introduce you to everybody," Penelope said excitedly and dragged you to the others, as she dragged you away, you looked at Aaron helplessly but he just chuckled.

Aaron watched you from afar, he stood next to Rossi who made the barbecue, you talked with Emily, JJ, and Penelope and when all of you laughed, Aaron started smiling and thought how could you ever think that they wouldn’t like you?

"You should ask her out," Dave said.

"What do you mean, she is- she is just- she is just a friend."

"Sure Aaron that’s why you have been googling her the whole time and you have been smiling like an idiot, but sure she is just a friend," Dave said.

"But if you keep telling yourself that, you might miss your chance." Dave continued and pointed at you and Derek who looked like you had a good time.

Dave was right, Dave was always right if he waited too long he would lose his chance, he may get with you, but honestly, Aaron is terrified, he lost so much because of his passion, and he doesn’t want you to suffer, he doesn’t know if he would be able to go through another heartbreak if this shouldn’t work out but right now it didn’t matter seeing you this happy and seeing Jack this happy made his heart swollen, but Aaron would lie if he wouldn’t say it still shrugged him how much fun you had with Morgan and somehow as Aaron struggled with himself you looked his way and left Morgan to made your way to Aaron.

"Hey, is everything okay?" You asked and touched his arm.

"Everything is Fine, just got lost in my thoughts."

The rest of the evening was filled with good food and a lot of laughter as everybody shared great stories but as it became later Jack was completely worn out from the exciting day so you three made your way back home with Jack knocked out in the backseat.

Aaron offered to drop you off first but you declined so Aaron could bring Jack to bed as fast as possible.

When you arrived you pulled Jack into your arms and Aaron opened the door for you, subsequently, you two brought Jack to bed, and as Aaron and you stood in his living room in awkward silence, neither of you looked into each other’s eyes but as you both found each other the awkward situation didn’t stop, as both of you started talking at the same time, in any other situation Aaron would have let you talked first but he knew you would have said that you should get going but Aaron didn’t want that you left already so Aaron invited you for a glass of wine, as you two sat down you realized that Aaron looked absent.

"Aaron, what’s on your mind?"

"Oh I am sorry, I didn’t mean to space out."

"If you ever feel ready you can talk to me about what is going on in your head. You said to encourage him.

"I am sorry, this should have been nice and I just ruined it."

"Hey, it’s okay Aaron don’t beat yourself up, I could never be mad at you, I just want to let you know I am here no matter when, take all the time you need, and whenever you are ready I will be here and listen."

After this, you two sat in silence for a while before you broke it.

"Maybe I should go," You suggested making an effort to move but Aaron stopped you by holding your hand.

"No, please stay.,"Aaron pleaded.

"Okay."

"Jack loves you, you know," You started laughing.

"I think he just loves my cookies but thank you for the afford."

"That’s not the whole truth and you know this, you make Jack happy and not just with your cookies, you are great with him."

"He is a great kid, I love to spend time with him."

"And what about me, do you like to spend time with me?" Aaron asked.

"I also love to spend time with you Aaron Hotchner." You two inched closer but then something caught you out of the corner of your eye, you saw a record player.

"You have a record player," You said way too excited and stood up from the couch.

"Yeah," Aaron said and laughed about your enthusiasm.

"Do you want to dance?" Aaron suggested.

"I would love to," You admitted.

As you two danced you put your head on Aaron’s chest and got to feel his heartbeat, you didn’t know how long you danced but one thing was clear, you didn’t want it to end and Aaron didn’t either.

Aaron knew maybe this was his only chance, so he slightly pulled his head down, he may be a profiler but he didn’t know how you would react maybe you didn’t want it but you didn’t stop him as your faces were only inches away from each other.

"Can I kiss you y/n?" Aaron asked quietly.

"Yes, please," You whispered.

So he did kiss you, so gently like no man before him, it felt like a dream.

As you both lost your breath you pulled away from each other but your faces remained close.

"Y/n please don’t let that be a one-time thing."

"Never Aaron Hotchner, never."

"Good, because I think I fell for you Y/n."

"Me too Aaron, me too."

And with that, you both sealed your promise with another kiss and even though Aaron was scared, he knew you were worth trying again.

That’s it - this is my first fic ever, if you made it till here, Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed the story 🫶🏼

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

Little Things

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: FLUFF!! , Bucky Barnes being adorable, mention of Bucky being insecure (blink and you’ll miss it). Mentions of kisses and hugs, mentions of food and beverages, nicknames.

a/n: this is a mixture of a headcannon - one shot - drabble hehe, just i was feeling stuff and wanted some Bucky Fluff so here I go. hope you all like it 💙 hugs for all.

Life can be boring, monotonous or simply hard at times. A bad day might turn into a bad week where all you want to do is lie on the bed.

Life gets better because of the little things. Especially when you have the best boyfriend in the whole world.

Bucky Barnes can always sense a shift in your mood, the man can practically read your thoughts you feel sometimes.

Little things like making your favourite hot beverage after a tiring day, always makes you smile.

“Here you go princess.”

So many nicknames so much love and all the little things which make your relationship so wholesome.

Grocery shopping dates are one of your favourites, simple and feels like home. You and Bucky walk in the different aisles, getting through your shopping list. You always buy plums for him which he adores.

“Let’s get chocolate milk too please” Bucky gives you puppy eyes and you can never say no to that.

Coming home to Bucky Barnes is the best feeling in the world. That face, that smile and everything about him which makes you wanna thank your stars to be able to call him your man.

“I have a special day planned for us” That is how you end up in a beautiful park with a picnic basket Bucky prepared. Gestures like these make you feel warm in your heart.

“Thank you Bucky Bear.” You kiss his cheek and he still blushes like the first time you did so.

Friday movie nights followed by Saturday cooking date, your favourite two evenings of the week. You both always try to keep yourselves free for these two evenings.

Cooking with Bucky is so special even if it’s so simple. The two of you swaying with music and cooking dinner, sharing multiple kisses and cuddles in between.

You both end up going to your favourite little cafe quite often. Bucky is opening up to new flavours of coffee, and has taken a liking towards iced coffee. Only when you thought you cannot love him any more.

When Bucky hugs you from the back and pulls you close to his body, you feel protected and so loved. That is your happy space.

The man is your very own bear. You wonder how a man built like that can be so soft and cuddly.

While re-watching a random episode of your favourite show, you snuggle against your bear and play with his hair. He loves it and sometimes closes his eyes to take it all in.

At the beginning of your relationship Bucky took some time to open up, he wasn’t sure of himself and whether he deserved so much love and care.

But now he is thankful that you have broken all those walls, and that you both love each other so much.

Bucky Barnes is the happiest when he is with you. His princess, his doll, his baby girl, his sunshine, the love of his life.

“You’re my home you know that my love?” You ask him while he lies on your lap and you softly run your fingers through your hair.

“I do now, you’re my everything Sunshine, you’re my home too.” He smiles looking up at you and his beautiful blue eyes sparkle. You lean down and meet his lips with yours.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

Little things in life are what you cherish, being with Bucky Barnes is what you cherish every second.

[2knightt]

OMG DARLING! YOU NEED TO DO: Johnny W A motherly s/o 😱😱

↳heaven is calling my name₊˚✧

➬ johhny cade x motherly!reader

a/n:i love it when i get a req from you😭 the nicknames got me giggling n shit. TWO FICS IN A ROW!! i am on a ROLL.

his type. definitely his type.

confides in you?? for everything??

“y/n, i was so stressed out today. why are there so many chocolate bar options? i was freaking out in the middle of walmart for 15 minutes.”

“aw, i’m sorry johnnycakes. but, did you at least get your chocolate bar?”

“…no. some little kid started to rush me so i walked off.”

please just listen to him. no matter whatever he says, just listen.

it makes him happy to know he doesn’t have to just have his head down and nod all the time.

“and then—wait, i’m talkin’ to much, ain’t i? sorry, doll. i didn’t mean to ramble.”

“johnny, don’t apologize when you did nothing wrong. what happened next? did dallas do anything?”

“…”

he just stares at you lovingly and sighs like he’s dreaming.

“yeah—he punched the guy. you look real pretty right now.”

“he what?”

reassure him for everything. he needs it, so badly.

“johnny, it’s okay. what you are feeling is okay. everything is going to be just fine.”

“you think?”

“i know so, love.

he’ll try his best to reassure you too! he knows that even though you’re a nice person, it gets tough for you too.

“baby, it’s okay. i’m here for you, i always will be. you’re smart, smarter than i’ll ever be. stop worrying about something so small, please?”

you comforting him makes him feel like he saved a whole town in his past life!

you basically force him to lay down and tell you all his problems like a cliché therapist.

“and i just don’t know if i’ll ever reach his level. he’s tuff, strong, and don’t take nothin’ from nobody. while i’m seen as a wuss, the pet of the gang.”

you nod your head, tilting your glasses down as you write stuff on a clipboard.

JOKES LOL🙏^^

you just rub his arm while he talks. you never interrupt johnny while he vents to you.

n’ he likes it that way. when people interrupt him while he’s talking, it makes him not wanna talk again.

offer him food. legitimately, offer him food whenever.

he’s so grateful for it😭.

“would you like some tea? coffee? pepsi?”

“pepsi sounds nice.”

“i’ll get it for you, johnny, don’t you move an inch.”

when you leave he’s giggling and kicking his feet!!

he loves being treated like a princess. he told me so!

teach him how to bake it’d be a fun thing for him.

not for you though, since it’s johnnys first time baking he’s gonna be really nervous.

he misses the bowl when cracking an egg, puts too much milk and sugar, stirring to slow, all that.

but shockingly, the finished product is really good.

you definitely encourage him to grow more and more, to get out of his shell.

you take him everywhere you go to show him other things he could be doing, and he doesn’t mind.

you motivate him to try new hobbies, ones he never thought he’d try.

like you even got him into knitting! he thinks it’s a calming activity.

until steve and sodapop walked in on him knitting. wasn’t so fun no more.

“are you knitting, dude?”

“hell yeah man, knit me a sweater.”

“…hop off my back guys.”

being his cheerleader>>

he gets so happy when you cheer him on it’s so sweet.

“yeah, n then we won the rumble.”

“i’m so proud of you, johhny! that’s so cool!”

normalize writing notes for johnny cade to make him feel loved.

when you leave them for him, whenever, he gets so giddy with joy.

“whatcha readin’ there, johnnycakes?”

“a note y/n gave me.”

“oooo you inlove, huh?”

“..yea.”

may 20th, 2023. 11:19AM.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Hey Dillo <3 me again, as for the HEADCANONS honestly just whatever you feel like, I'm as indecisive as they come so whatever you're happy with I'm happy with. I just wanna hear your thoughts on the boys 🙏🙏 (Steve specifically 😻)

-⭐

Darry - you remember that thing about Sodapop and Ponyboy drinking chocolate milk and Darry drinking coffee? Yeah well he does that cause as soon as he was old enough and his mom started allowing him to, Dare’s been drinking coffee with his dad. Wanted to be just like his old man. After he loses his parents, Darry still pulls out his mug sometimes out of habit-

Sodapop- Sodapop is double jointed! The kind of double jointed where you can do all sorts of weird stuff with your fingers, like touching your thumbs to the inside of your wrist or stretching them backwards to touch the back of your wrist and he does it all the time because when he goes backward, Pony gags and has to walk away from him

Ponyboy - when he was little, Ponyboy would sit in the basket of the cart, ya know? The little one on top where you put small kids? And one time, when he went grocery shopping with his mom and brothers, Sodapop took over the cart and “accidentally” rammed Ponyboy into a display case. Pony still has the scar on his hand where he got pinched in the accident.

Dallas - he’s got freckles! But only across his shoulders! They’re kinda light, blink-and-you-miss-it light, but they’re very pretty and make him look a little softer and a lot less intimidating- if you were to, i don’t know, trace across those freckles i guarantee you Dal will go nuts :)

Johnny - Johnny’s got a freaky good memory. Freaky good. Like he remembers what the boys were wearing when he met them, he remembers how cold it was on that on night they hung out in the lot, he remembers pretty much everything he sees. The only reason he doesn’t do well in school is because he’s bad at applying the material he knows and I think he’s got some sort of learning disability, I’m just not sure which one-

Two-Bit - To freak out his little sister, Two-Bit likes to bite oranges when they have the peel still on them because when he does it, she squeals and laughs and tries to get him to spit it out cause ya know, you’re not supposed to eat the peel, but Two-Bit just likes seeing her laugh <3

Steve - I’ve got tons of thoughts on Steve- but have this one- Steve is good at starting fires, crazy good at starting fires. Give him something to burn and a lighter, he’ll have a roaring fire in no time. This comes in handy when the boys are throwing parties in the lot and need something to keep warm

Tim - This isn’t really a unique headcanon, it floats around the fandom a lot, but out of all three kids, Tim’s the only Shepard fluent in Spanish. The other two know it, they can speak it and they can understand it, but Tim’s the only really fluent one because he got it from his parents before they left- he did his best to teach it to his kid siblings

Curly - Curly, once he gets older, ends up with like- a bunch of tattoos. On his back, his chest, his arms, his hands. Many of them are from his stays in the pen but ya know, he’s proud of them, and to be honest with y’all, they make him look pretty hot-

[abysstwins]

♡ security guards

notes !! this is a very very (!!!) self-indulgent fic for two of our headmates , and is based off a dream one of us had a week-ish ago !

includes platonic , not oc or reader insert , system centric (traumagenic) , five nights at freddy's (not canon specific) & does not match up with the timeline or events of the movie, not beta read we die like men , also small warning for the fact i'm writing this on no sleep and endless chocolate milk . bare w me </3

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a sound of pure frustration erupted from the opening to the left side of the office as nate stepped through the door.

"you good?" mike asked, spinning to face the man.

"mhmmm," nate hummed in response, taking a seat in the swivel chair beside mike's. "just can't seem to keep chica on stage. other two are more chill tonight than usual though, so that's nice..."

mike made a noise of acknowledgement as he pulled up the cameras. as suspected, bonnie and freddy remained motionless on the stage, but chica was missing.

"you check the kitchen?" mike's eyes drifted to his friend. nate nodded wordlessly.

a loud, metallic CLANG caught the two men's attention. nate's ears perked up, not unlike a curious dog's; a fact of which would make mike chuckle under any other circumstances. he instinctively rose from his seat first, subconsciously moving to stand in front of nate.

"chica?" mike called out. "you okay, kid?"

a slow, groaning mechanical noise gave mike all the information he needed.

"you fell, didn't you?" mike called out into the darkness before slamming his palm against the small button labeled 'lights', though the lettering has long begun peeling away.

nate desperately attempted--and ultimately failed--to conceal his giggles at the scene before the two of them. chica, in all her robotic glory, lay on her back on the cold floor, similar to a turtle being knocked over.

gently pushing past mike's wide shoulders, nate went to chica's aid.

"mikey, come help me, please," he called to his friend, still giggling. nate ignored the side eye chica threw his way.

"how'd you even manage that...?" mike whispered, a small smile on his lips.

once they'd finally straightened chica up once more, nate gently patted her hand. "wanna head back to the stage now?" there was a brief pause before chica turned back around and slowly treaded back to her spot.

after a few giggling fits, the two security guards headed back into the frigid, creaky office and took their seats. small conversation ensued until a comfortable silence fell over the two of them.

nate sighed dramatically before slowly rotating in circles in his chair. mike looked on affectionately, occasional chuckles leaving his lips as nate tried to build up momentum in the rusted old swivel chair.

"you're going to make yourself dizzy, and you'll fall, nate," mike laughed.

"no i won't. gravity's no match for me."

"ohhh, uh huh, sure," mike said, rolling his eyes with a grin. his eyes drifted to the analogue clock, the ticking a welcome and familiar sound after the many, many months working this job. "it's almost six, we should probably do a once over before we clock out for the night."

"oh, yeah, let's just-" nate came to a sudden stop before letting his legs fall from the crossed position he was previously sitting in. almost as soon as his shoes touched the cold tiles, he immediately lost balance and would have had a nasty fall had mike not jumped up just in time to grab him.

"gravity is no match for you, huh?" mike chuckled out, full blown laughter following once nate pushed his face away with his palm.

"thanks for catching me," nate laughed as he slowly regained his balance.

"anytime. want me to piggyback you?" the taller man offered, a grin erupting on his face. nate agreed, albeit reluctantly before he threw the straps of his bag over his shoulders and awaited the green light to climb onto mike's back.

after climbing onto the back of the taller man, nate rested his chin on the top of mike's fluffy, messy hair. "thanks for carrying me, didn't realize i'd get bested by gravity that easily."

mike laughed at nate's confession as he treaded out of the security office, turning off the lights as he went. they both made their way across the floors of the old, worn-down restaurant. clearing every room and making sure all animatronics were in their spots, mike continued on to the lobby of the long shut down diner until the glass of the front doors revealed the stunning view of the budding sunrise.

"almost there, kiddo," mike mumbled to nate, who sleepily hummed in response. once they exited the creaky doors, mike lifted nate's legs a bit higher on his waist before hooking his arms under the man's knees and locking the padlock, securing the chains protecting the front doors.

"lend me your keys, i'll drive, okay?"

"m'kay..." nate slid his hand into his jean pocket before dropping his keys into mike's out-stretched palm. mike moved to gently place nate into the passenger seat, watching as nate essentially curled up in his seat. he shut the door and slid into the drivers seat, cranking the car and making sure nate was buckled up. he couldn't help the laugh that escaped as nate attempted--albeit incoherently--to piece together the words to form a 'thank you'.

the drive itself was near silent, save for the occasional bump in the road causing a deep 'thump' noise. mike decided, no questions asked, to let nate crash at his place while he slept. the door opened and mike was greeted with the sight of abby long asleep on the couch, her sketchbook messily discarded on the table. her soft snores made her brother smile as he traipsed up the stairs until he stood in front of his bedroom door.

carefully placing nate under the weighted blankets on his bed, mike lazily pulled the covers over him before haphazardly plopping down beside him, the coolness of his pillow a welcome luxury from the awkward sitting position he had to maintain during work.

swiftly drifting into sleep, mike smiled as he felt nate's hand slowly grasp onto the worn fabric of mike's hoodie.

♡♡♡

hii i'm sorry this is random and pretty short .. things have been hectic for us but more specifically for me since i've been front stuck so soooo much :( just wanted to write something kinda comfy after these past few weeks </3

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #105

I did a much better job with my to-do list today.

I went to therapy and drew a picture. We're gonna keep working on my ability to have faith in the integrity of my own senses, perceptions, and experiences. From there, I did laundry, washed a bunch of dishes, and made whipped cream - one was just plain cream and sugar, and the other is cream and hot chocolate mix, beaten until it has a mousse-like consistency. I like to call that one "hot chocolate pudding"!

…You wanna know how to make it, doncha? 😁 Who wouldn't, ahahaha~! So I'll tell you:

You need 1 cup of heavy cream (or coconut cream, if you prefer!) and 8 tablespoons of hot chocolate mix. I use Sillycow Farms; it tastes really good, and it's vegan and gluten-free, just in case that matters.

Then you stick the heavy cream and the hot chocolate mix into a bowl, and beat the shit out of it until it's a consistency that you like. If you have a stand mixer (I have one of these, because trying to mix stuff together while dyspraxic is an exercise in messes and frustration…), it's very, very simple. Then, you have a bowl full of foamy, chocolatey goodness that is suitable for putting on ice cream, spreading around as frosting, sticking into tea, or just eating straight from the bowl with a spoon!

I will show you some pictures now!

This is the finished regular whipped cream. I wonder if you like this stuff:

This is what it looks like when you combine the hot cocoa mix and the heavy cream in the stand mixer:

Here is the resulting hot chocolate pudding!

...And here is the whisk I wish I could give to you to lick. Everyone should get an opportunity to lick a whisk that has tasty things on it:

...And this is Hoshi! Hoshi is sad that he can't have anything on the whisk (chocolate is poisonous to cats; they can't process the theobromine in it), so I gave him some scritches:

I also got around to trying that lychee and rose tea. Apparently there is also vanilla in it; I missed that little detail in my previous letter to you. Sorry about that. It's very good!! But I can't give you a cup of it. So I'll send along some pictures.

This is the tin it comes in:

Here's how it looked like after it was brewed; I used my fancy DINOSAUR MUG!!! OH MAN!!! 🤩🤩🤩

Here's how it looked after I added honey and milk:

I also cooked a steak! Because I need the iron! It's seasoned very simply with some salt, pepper, and garlic powder! It's good stuff!! I also can't give you any, and this is very sad, because this one turned out REALLY good!! So I'll send along a picture:

…I'm definitely in the "leave it mostly raw" camp, when it comes to steak. Naturally, you have to kill the surface bacteria to avoid getting sick (this is why I make the outside all brown and crispy), but that's pretty much it. I wonder how you like yours cooked, if you like beef at all. Some people don't, and that's okay too.

There's so much still that I wanna do today. Last time I was at the grocery, I managed to get the supplies needed to make a recipe that was sent to me in this space, and I'm VERY eager to try it out in the near future. Sadly though, I think I might have to wait until some of the other food I made is eaten so that we have room in the fridge…

…For some reason, I get the feeling that if you were around, we'd have absolutely no problem making room in the fridge, though, hahaha! For sure, I wish you could be here so I could give you all sorts of tasty and wholesome things to eat. There's a lot I wish I could give to you, actually. My world has its problems, for sure, but there's also lots of cool stuff to do - lots of good books to read, pretty places to go walking, awesome music to listen to, fun games to play, and enlightening things to watch. I really, really wish you could visit. You'd be safe here.

I can't really think of anything else to write today, so I guess I'll end things here. Don't lose sight of the fact that you're loved and that there are people who wish well on you.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[descendantofthesparrow]

Pray it away(i swear, ill never be a saint, no way)- Jeff the Killer x reader - P1

The last of us! inspired fic-based off the infection in the last of us/using that infection cuz i can/its the only one i understand like-at all.

Warning; blood, zombies*, cursing, guns, violence, death.

(y/n) and Jeff are both 17 at the start of the infection. both 27 after the time skip, though i do try to not mention ages so you can place (y/n) at any age, Jeff is 27 tho.

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May 13th, 2014. The day the world went to hell.

The day started off normal-you were getting ready for school, making a quick breakfast for you and your siblings as your dad nearly slept through his alarm. You heard your brother slam on his door twice, waking your old man up. “Alarm!” Colin yelled out, chuckling as your dad just let out a loud confused groan.

He quickly jogged down the stairs, stealing your glass of orange juice as he squeeze past you to take his egg burrito. “hey!” you yelped, reaching around and attempting to steal it back, huffing as he just gulped it down. “Jerk, I was drinking that.” He burped, setting the glass in the dishwasher and grabbing one of your chocolate milks, opening it and setting it beside you. “Thanks,” you muttered, he was an asshole-but hey at least he wasn’t a total butthead.

Colin just nodded, downing his burrito and shoving a rice crispy treat in his mouth. “Gotta get to work-see ya (y/n)! don’t drink my soda!” you waved him off and he was out the door, quickly heading to the bus stop that would take him to work.

“wakey wakey eggs and bakey!” you yelled out as your oldest brother, Justin, came slumping out of his room, sniffing as he took his plate of eggs and bacon from you. “No waffles?” he asked with a tired grin, and you shook your head, starting to make your batch of eggs. “no, dad used the last of it on Sunday, and we’re not going grocery shopping till Saturday.” Justin nodded with a hum, sitting down at the breakfast table and pouring syrup on his eggs.

You took your dad's egg sandwich out of the maker and set it aside, starting up his coffee as he came down the stairs, fixing his button-up. “Thanks sweetie,” he muttered, kissing the top of your head as he took his sandwich and finished making his coffee, nodding as you mentioned he would need more English muffins as you broke into the ones from the freezer. “okay, Justin eat up, im taking you to work-(y/n) drive safe, okay?”

You nodded, sliding your eggs onto a plate and buttering your toast, tossing the empty bag of bread into the trash-you had narrowly missed the expiration date so you were happy to have finished it off. “yeah, have a good day!” you called out, locking up as they left and rinsed off all the dishes, collecting your backpack and heading outside to your car-it was a 2001 Oldsmobile-the paint old and the ceiling crumbling; but it got you to school and around town-so you couldn’t complain.

“Hey (y/n)!” you turned, seeing Leon-your neighbor and friend-waving out to you as he started to head out to his school. “you wanna play some Mario kart after school? My place?” you nodded, giving him a thumbs up; laughing as he fist pumped. “wicked-see ya!” and with that-you were off.

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School was normal, droning teachers, nosey teenagers, stupidly funny friends, lunch from home; the only thing that concerned you-when you looked back on it-was how your history teacher kept looking at his phone. Looking paler and paler each time he glanced at the screen.

You noticed Jessica was more twitchy than usual, and Kevin-the kid who never got sick-was coughing, a small rash crawling up his neck. He went camping a lot with this dad-so you thought maybe he got into a patch of poison ivy.

When you got out, you heard the roar of jets above you; seeing fighter jets soaring across the sky. You frowned, wondering if there was some sort of show going on, but your brother definitely would’ve tried to have gotten the day off if there was one. You licked your lips, feeling a pit in your gut-telling you something was wrong. You brushed it off, heading towards your car and back to your neighborhood, pulling your car into your driveway and heading over to Leons.

“Hey, Leon’s mom!” you called out as you entered the house-taking off your shoes and resting your bag in the cubby in the hall. She gave you a small smile and bow of her head, turning and going back to what she was doing. You walked into Leon’s room, smacking him harshly on the back as you came up behind him. “(y/n)!” he coughed out, smacking his chest to free his lungs of sudden water, “Dude I was drinking!”

You just laughed, sitting on his bed and grabbing the controller he had set out, leaning back as he turned on the Wii and sat on the floor in front of you. “Notice anything weird at school today?” you asked quietly after a few matches of Mario kart. Leon paused the race and looked up at you, his brows furrowed. “no…why?” he turned, resting his elbows on his knees.

You swallowed, looking down at the controller; fiddling with the buttons. “I dunno…just-I’ve got a bad feeling….it’s probably nothing” you chuckled, gesturing for Leon to resume the game. He slowly nodded and turned back to the tv, resuming the race. To which you won-again~.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, bye!” you yelled to Leon as you left the house, bidding his mother goodbye as well, closing the door behind you and heading back to your house. You looked up at the clock, seeing Justin and dad would be home soon-Colin wasn’t due for another hour or so. You got busy doing homework and some chores, taking a glance at your dads dinner calendar for the week to see what was for dinner that night.

“Lasagna, cool” you muttered, knowing it would take a while to make and everyone would be home and hungry by the time it was ready. You grabbed the box from the freezer and started up the oven, cleaning up your snack dishes and getting on Justin’s ps4 till he got home, messing around in your completed save file of infamous ss.

When 6 rolled around, you got worried-your dad was either home by now-or at had least called to tell you he was on his way home. And Colin hadn’t asked you to come pick him up yet, nor had he texted you he had gotten a ride. That pit in your gut got stronger, your leg started to bounce as you tried to distract yourself with the game.

7 came around. No calls. Something was wrong. The Lasagna had long been done-slowly growing cold in the oven that you had turned off nearly a half hour ago. You licked the inside of your lip, switching from the ps4 to the cable, drawing your legs up as you switched to the news channel.

‘no word from the police about a rise of violent incidents across the city, some speculate it could be a new street drug-more at 9 after we return from break.’

You jumped as your phone went off, and you quickly picked it up, swallowing as Colin’s voice came through the receiver. “(y/n)! are you home?!" you nodded, then realized he couldn’t see that and told him you were. “Good, go into my room-get my gun-“ you froze, what? get his gun?

“Colin what the fuck?” you nearly screeched, gasping as something exploded outside. “What the fuck!?” Colin called your name and told you to lock everything up and get his gun. “Stay inside! Somethings wrong, like-zombie wrong.”

Oh god you felt sick, what the hell was happening?! “(y/n)! make sure everything is locked and get my gun! Now! We’re locked down over here, dad and Justin haven't responded to me at all. Stay safe-don’t get bit.” you dropped your phone as he hung up, stumbling towards his room and grabbing his pistol from his bottom drawer, tears in your eyes as you quickly went around the house-locking all the windows and double-checking the doors.

“What the fuck what the fuck” you whispered repeatedly to yourself, terror piercing your core as jets flew overhead-shaking the house as you heard screams echo from outside. You jumped at the sound of something slamming against your front door, and then it started…whimpering?

You knew that whimper-Krusher! You carefully unlocked the front door, letting the year-old rottweiler-shepherd in, quickly looking around for anyone before closing and locking the door. “hey bud, are you okay?” you asked gently, getting to his level and letting him press into your side,  the young pup shaking and crying-though his protective instincts didn’t leave your back un-guarded. “what's going on buddy?” you asked quietly, flinching as your phone and the tv sounded with a loud alarm. You quickly went back into the den-swallowing harshly as you looked at the message on the tv.

‘nationwide emergency-do not leave your homes. Stay inside. Do not let anyone in. Law enforcement and emergency services are in the area-and will be in contact with further instructions. Repeat; nationwide emergency-‘

“Oh my god,” you whispered, feeling your hands shake as you carefully held Colin’s gun, you double checked to make sure the safety was on and picked up your phone, desperately calling your mom, dad, and brother-none of them answered. “oh-oh please, oh please oh please,” you sobbed, feeling tears trail down your cheeks as Krusher stayed close to you, the hairs on his back raised.

You nearly screamed as your phone rang, seeing it was Cindy-Krushers owner. You quickly picked it up, eyes on the mud-room door that led out to the driveway. “Cindy? What’s going on?” you cried out quietly, crouching down as something echoed from outside-sounding like a gunshot. “I dunno kid-are you home? Is Krusher with you? He jumped the fence and ran off.”

You told her he was, setting the gun down and rubbing his side, his eyes glued to the mud-room door, growling. “He’s-he’s on edge though” you whispered, slowly standing and grabbing the gun again, seeing Cindy walking up your driveway, only living two doors down. “What the hell is happening?”

“Doomsday kid, everything is going to shit-before the alert went off, news was going off about people starting riots, physical attacks with biting n’ all. Zombies it sounds like” you sobbed, getting up to meet Cindy as she stepped up to your front door, knocking on the mud-room door to let her know you were there.

She hung up and quickly jogged over, stepping inside and locking the door behind her, Krusher leaping up to practically hug her as she set her rifle down and rubbed his head. “any word from your dad?” she asked, quickly checking through the house and turning off all the lights, drawing curtains and raiding your dad's supply closet.

You shook your head. “no, nothing from him, or mom, or Justin. Colins the one who called me first-told me to get his gun and stay inside.” Cindy nodded, tossing your dads rain jacket at you, and pointing down the hall towards your room after she finished raiding the main hall closet. “go get dressed, pants, closed-toed shoes, good t-shirt, pack what you can in a good backpack, we have to get out of here.” you stood still for a long moment, flinching as she yelled at you. “go! (y/n)!”

You quickly did as told, Krusher following you into your room. you quickly texted your parents and your brothers that Cindy was packing you up and leaving with you, that you would be safe, and hoped they would be too.

Colin was the only one to text you back. “okay, leave a house key somewhere I’ll be able to find it-don’t pick the place empty. Stay safe, I love you (y/n).” you froze at the end of his message, he had never said that before….fuck this was serious. You quickly texted him back, telling him you loved him too, texting the same to your parents and Justin before shrugging your backpack onto your back and following Cindy outside, leaving the house key in the hanging plant in front of the kitchen window.

Pam, Cindy’s partner, was loading stuff into their truck and a large motor home connected to it, making eye contact with you for a moment and nodding, seeing Krusher at your heels. Cindy went to check on Pam and you slowly followed, eyes on your neighbor's house. They were an old couple, very sweet, and had practically been grandparents, you wondered if they were okay.

Krusher suddenly started growling, and you felt him push against your legs-moving you towards Cindy and Pam. “Krusher?” you asked quietly, turning the safety off on the gun and looking around-seeing nothing Krusher would be guarding you from. “what do you see?”

The hairs on your neck raised and you whirled around-eyes widening as you saw Leon, his eyes hollow and white veins crawling up his face, a bloody bite mark on his upper neck. “Leon?” you whispered, your hands shaking as he groaned and huffed, his head snapping around at the smallest sounds.

Then he saw you, and he started to hobble towards you, snarling growls erupting from his chest. Krusher started to bark, warning him to back off, pushing you back towards Cindy and Pam. “Leon, stop-don’t make me do this-please!” you cried out, lifting the gun and pointing it at your childhood friend, he just broke out in a sprint.

“I’m so sorry!” you sobbed, pulling the trigger and Leon dropped to the ground, his blood beginning to pool in your front yard. “im so sorry,” you whispered out, turning and running to the car as Cindy yelled out for you, ducking as a transformer exploded from the other side of the street. You ducked into the car, panting as you slammed it closed-Pam drove off as people began to flood the streets-all screaming, some covered in blood.

“What the hell happened?” you whispered, curling into your seat as Krusher curled up in your lap, his head on your shoulder as you held him tightly, tears burning your throat. What had happened to your dad? Justin? Mom? Why weren’t they answering their phones?

“Take the surface streets-freeways going to be blocked off by the time we get there, we need to get to somewhere less populated.” Cindy told Pam, turning back to look at you. “buckle up kid, this is going to be a long ride.” you nodded, curling up in your seat and taking off your backpack-stashing away Colin’s gun and holding Krusher close.

-10 years later-

You walked through the abandoned streets of some Georgia city, a rifle in your hands with a heavy pack on your back, Krusher’s son trotting by your side, panting as you made your way around abandoned cars, downed power lines, collapsed building walls, and long-dead infected. Your eyes were trained on the convenience store at the end of the street-its windows unbroken and lights flickering.

“Think there be anything good Cerbs?” you asked your loyal pup, who just huffed, glancing up at you while you spoke. He hadn’t reacted to anything just yet-so you guessed the surrounding area was clear…for now. You never stayed in one place for long anyways. “c’mon, let’s check it out.”

You jumped over a fallen gas station support beam and pulled at the door, nodding to yourself as both doors were locked. “that’s a good sign” you muttered, taking a walk around the back and pulling at the staff only door-that was locked as well. Maybe you would have some luck for once. You went back to the main doors and broke the glass with your rifle, turning on the flashlight clipped to the top and scanning the room as you stepped inside.  “Sniff it out” you whispered down to Cerberus, who immediately went to work, going all the way to the back room and not giving any signs of danger till he hit the door to the basement-which was covered in debris. “Don’t think I’ll be going down there, but thanks bud” you muttered as you scratched his ear, looking around the store.

It wasn’t fully stocked-and most of it had been picked out-but there were things of value left-like some beef jerky that was still within its expiration date. “Score~!” you sang, snagging the bag and taking your bag off to put it inside, leaving it on the floor as you explore the store, finding some dehydrated marshmallows (like the kind in lucky charms), mini cereal cups, a half pack of pads, pretzels, more jerky, and two bags of cookies. The last of which you tossed out since they were waaaaay outta date.

 “oh hell yeah” you muttered as you found a bag of dog treats, ripping it open and tossing one to Cerb, grinning as he happily snatched it out of the air. “good boy,” you got busy packing it away, grinning as you spotted a few rolls of toilet paper that had rolled under one of the racks. “fuck yes.” You snatched them up and packed them away, furrowing your brows as Cerb’s hackles raised and he started to growl at something behind you. You slowly grabbed your bowie knife from your belt, not daring to glance over your shoulder as you saw a shadow begin to stalk up behind you.

But it was too quiet to be an infected, not a clicker either-it was walking too smoothly, no groaning, their breathing almost non-existent. You quickly stood and spun around-screaming at what you saw-it was a dude; tall and pale with a long healed carved smile across his face, his eyes wide and maniac.

You punched him in the face.

He hit the floor, completely crumbling on himself, a small wheezing hiss escaping him before he went limp.

“Whaaaat the fuck,” you muttered, crouching down and pushing the dude's hood out of his face, seeing long raven hair that almost looked brown-his eyes nearly shut and bright blue. Your thumb scratched against his upper cheek, it was both deceptively smooth and rough like leather.

Looked to be around your age too, wearing a filthy white hoodie and a dark denim jacket over it. You slowly looked up as something growled, loud-and big. It was a husky. A big fuck off husky-it’s fur blood red and black, his eyes almost glowing. You swallowed, raising your hands and standing, grabbing your bag and sliding it on, “I’m not gonna kill him, just didn’t expect him.” You whispered to the husky, who just showed his teeth, Cerberus at your side; doing the same.

They were both telling each other/you; leave my human alone, or I will kill you.

You stepped away from the knocked-out dude, and the husky began to relax, stepping closer to his human and soon standing over him as you stepped away, making your way around the aisles and going out the door, not looking back as the husky stared after you and Cerb-sneezing as he looked back down at his human, nosing him in the neck.

The dude woke up with a jerk, pushing away the huskies nose with a groan. “Smile-get-off” He snapped, sitting up and rubbing his face, feeling heat beginning to build up in his eye. “Bitch punched me in the face!”

-end of p1-

....lowkey proud of this-dunno where exactly its gonna go-i have ideas. i never plan shit out-i just write. CHAOS!!!!

uhhhhhhhhh idk who wants to be on taglist other than these two-so

taglist!

@thetrueghostqueen @sephiralorange

[sillygooseassociation]

Absolutely OBSESSED with the idea of Ted being a dad to a baby girl.

She’s a daddy’s girl from day one. She’s particularly fussy one night because her dad isn’t there. There’s a game happening which you have playing on the television screen. Henry is conflicted because he wants to watch the game and support his dad’s team but he’s also trying to be in big brother mode and keep an eye on his sister at the same time.

You’re holding your daughter against your chest. When the TV pans over to Ted on the screen, she makes grabby hands towards the screen and saying “dada!” You smile down at her, “yeah that’s your dad. I know you miss him, but he’ll be home soon, I promise.”

When he finally does make it home, Henry runs to the door first to greet him.

“Hey little man!” Picking his son up and giving him a quick spin around the room, to which he giggles delightfully.

Sitting his son back down and focusing on taking off his puffer jacket and he glances up to see Henry looking at him.

“What’s up kiddo? Everything alright?”

Henry shakes his head and leans in closer to his dad. “It’s sissy.”

Ted’s stomach drops to the tops of his shoes at the thought of his baby girl being hurt.

He tries not to panic. He doesn’t know the full story and he’s sure if something were truly and severely wrong, you would have called. But he’s a father - and that feeling of ‘oh my god, if anything happens to my child, I think I might die’ naturally kicks in.

“Wh-what’s wrong? Is she hurt?”

“No. I think she just really missed you.” Henry’s already dashing into the other room and ted’s fear dissipates. He’s following his son’s footsteps, peaking his head around the corner and sure enough, there’s his little girl making grabby hands towards him and squealing “dada!”

“Hey there sweet pea!” He’s grabbing her off her chest while leaning down to give you a kiss. You lean into his ear, “I’m gonna spend some time with Henry. I think the two of you need some daddy-daughter time.”

“What do you say angel, you wanna hang out with daddy? I can make you some chocolate milk, just how you like it, heavy on the chocolate and light on the milk.”

When you peak your head in later to check on them, there’s Ted and your daughter, chocolate milk in hand, giggling away like best of friends.

i don’t know which of you MOTHERFUCKERS keeps putting absolute gut punching fics in my inbox…

but please, for the love of god, keep them coming

i love the idea of jason with a baby, especially a baby girl (which we may or may not see in the coming JRU fic 👀)

but the idea of TED with a baby girl?? be still my fucking heart. i really want to have a mini me daughter. i’m a mini me of my mom and we’re super close, i really want that with a daughter of my own. but what i wouldn’t give to see ted lasso and a daddy’s girl. like, yes, please make me the chopped liver second choice if he’s the first choice.

and of course henry is just the best big brother ever because duh. he really is becoming his father and i just love it so much (shout out to @calzone-d’s most recent fic that perfectly captures this). henry, bless his little heart, had no clue the fear he put in his dad when saying something was wrong with his sister. ted would give up his entire annual salary to never feel that way again but let’s be honest, he feels that way at least two times a week because he’s so nervous about something happening to either of his kiddos.

the idea of watching ted coach with henry and our baby girl makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside (i think it may need to be added to my wip list). god, she just wants her daddy and he’s so close! she can see him right there on the screen! yet somehow he can’t hear her yelling for him and just like, rude.

he’s so happy to spend some time with his little girl when he gets home. he missed you all so much but he worries so much about missing any of her big milestones at work (even when he’s at nelson road, not even gone for an away game (but let’s be honest, ever since baby girl came, he tries to bring y’all with for every away game because he just can’t be away from his family)). he’s also always worried about her because she’s so young, she can’t understand why he’s away so often like henry can. keep in mind, he’s not actually away that often, it’s the same as really any job, she just has over a dozen extra protective big brothers, yet he’s still so worried that his absence will effect her. so when he comes back, he’s excited to see you all, but he loves that girl up so much.

[morbific-or-felicific]

You want Itto ideas? Fine. I'll give an Itto idea.

(Maybe it fits into the College AU who knows)

(Mans definitely got a sports scholarship and didn't actually know what to do, so he went for general studies just for shits)

Anyway~

You're driving around with this man. You get hungry. What do you do? McDonald's. Drive. Thru. There's no line. *gasp* You can go straight up to order. What does this man do? Oh, well he's got this covered. Does he know what you want? Hell no. Will he try his best to make you happy? Always.

Let the himbo try his best.

<3

okay this is fully just me whining about how i miss summer but i hope you like it <3

The warm summer air was flowing through the little volkswagen as you watched the man in the drivers seat struggle to turn off his windshield wipers. As he fiddled with the controls, you stared at him, baffled at how he fit in his little car without hitting his head on the ceiling. Afterall, he was one of the biggest men you had ever seen, but you supposed that’s just how it is when you’re able to get a full scholarship just for football.

He finally figured out the clearly very complex windshield wiper controls and looked over to you, looking very proud of his accomplishment. You smiled back at him, and you could see his cheeks turn slightly pink before he turned his attention back to the road.

It was so peaceful. The sunroof was open, revealing the beautiful blue sky, complete with fluffy white clouds. The windows were down as well, the cozy air rushing through both of your hair as you drove along with the traffic. You loved going on drives like this with your boyfriend, especially in the summer.

The plan was to find somewhere outside for the both of you to relax while you helped Itto with his homework until you both could watch the sunset together.

Before too long you both drove past a McDonald’s and a thought popped into your boyfriend’s head.

“Hey baby, are you hungry?”

“Hmm, yeah I guess, why?”

“Let’s go to McDonalds!”

“Hah, okay baby.”

His face lit up as he turned on his signal to turn into the McDonalds drive thru, and his smile only grew when he saw that there was no lineup. He pulled up to the microphone box to order, but before you could tell him what it was that you wanted, he stopped you.

“I’ve got this baby, let me treat you.”

You were once again prevented from responding, but this time by the employee taking the order.

“Hi there, welcome to McDonalds, what can I get for you today?”

“I’ll get two McNugget happy meals please, with chocolate milk, toys, and fries.”

“Is that everything for you today?”

“Yep!”

“That’ll be $12.76 at the first window. Have a nice day.”

“You too, my man!”

He turned to you, looking absolutely delighted with himself before he moved the car forward to pay and get the food he had ordered.

When Itto handed you the two happy meals, he declared that he knew just where the both of you should go to eat and work. He began the drive to a little garden of wildflowers up a hill not too far from where the two of you were.

Itto parked the car near the hill and grabbed a blanket from the back of the car so the two of you wouldn’t have to sit directly on the grass. After a bit of searching, you reached an area that had enough clear space to sit down and was facing westward. Finally, you could both eat your food.

“Isn’t this perfect baby? I knew you’d like it. Afterall, I am the one and oni, Arataki ‘numero uno’ Itto!”

“Thank you baby; this was sweet.”

You smiled at your puppy dog of a boyfriend while he was practically wagging his tail at the fact that he had successfully made you happy.

“Wanna work on your work now?”

“Ughhhh do we have to? We could play a game instead!”

“Let’s do some work.”

You could see him deflate a little bit, but he was happy to do work if it meant he got to spend time with you.

The two of you worked there until the sun began to set and the golden light washed over the hillside, making everything look like a dream. Maybe this was a dream. Maybe this was all a perfect dream of a perfect summer afternoon with your perfect boyfriend, but you were okay with that because for now, you were living in that dream.

[vinnsley]

Hello can you do a few HCs for Clara, Ife, You Yan, Drew, Falken or Gaius?

MORE DREW CONTENT??? yall drew fans THIRSTY 😭😭 anyways, going to do clara and drew, changing up a bit and doing 2 since i wanna improve my imagination ive been burned out lately. (ty especially for ur support, i see you like my works and keep requesting tysm!)sorry if i make any spelling errors!!

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~~Clara n Drew (separate) HC's~~

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-clara-

okay, first off, she has a reputation. A VERY HIGH ONE AT THAT. so she keeps everything lowkey, but in private she dosent mind the pda and love <3

claras favourite thing to do is cane dance, so she would ask if you would like to cane dance with her (if you cant cane dance or dont even know what that is (like me) then she'll teach you)

if you get hurt she will always be the first person to aid you, esper or not

but if you get hurt easily or very often she will try to prevent these times to happen, dont know how but she will

okay this is random but i see that whenever you stare at her breasts (like come on dont deny it you would, look at the official art on the wiki or official page😭) she just gives you a teasy smile and asks if you like the view, trying to catch you off guard

if you steal her hat, glasses and try to act like her in the mirror and she finds out, she will watch you (in secret) and when she tells you that she knows about you acting like her infront of the mirror she actually either compliments your acting OR give you positive criticism like what you need to work on, etc.

she likes peacocks, so she will take you to a peacock petting place (probs dont exist but shh) as a date, she finds peacocks as beautiful animals and always teases you by saying

"I always thought peacocks were beautiful, that was until i met you of course."

smooth woman right here

i easily think her love language is gift giving, so dont be suprised if you see chocolate, trinkets, pins, hats or small accsesories on your desk at home ;)

all in all shes a very caring and loving girlfriend <33

-Drew-

more drew headcanons yall are making me lose ideas for this man

i always say hes the perfect boyfriend material, but its true so ill say it again

my mans tall, hes 180cm so if youre shorter than him if you allow it, he'll put his head on your head

if you hold his hand or give him a kiss on the cheek as a good luck before a mission in public, he would freeze and blush, poor man cant handle your cuteness

you two would for sure bake/cook together

if you make him a mousse cake (his favourite) he wouls go nuts in a good way

blushing and admiring the hard work you put into it

if it tastes good or even bad he would still eat it, he dosent care at all you put your hard work into this just for him so he would, with pleasure, eat the cake no matter its taste or looks. its the thought that counts after all

if you become injured he would try to help you, he did serve a rich family so he of course knows some basic medic care. (dont know if thats the right term but lets stick to it okay...) if he knows he cant help, he'll put you into the unions medical cares arms and wait until you fully recovered to actually check up you himself

he does care really, but if youre not an esper thats in the union, you might barely see him

he does work for the union after all, he has missions to complete and peoples life could depend on it

so as i said maybe he wouldnt have time to be with you, but he does send you letters about his missions, well-being and some hi's and miss you's from the other union members

he did introduce his sweet partner to his friends after all

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A/N: i had to reedit this after i posted this like 7 times because of my fast typing😭

im running out of drew headcanons, you guys are milking me out of them 😭, anyways sorry for being offline for a while, i was busy + didnt have any motivation/requests to do, i do have an old one im working on later!

Tysm for reading, likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[readingslover]

Chapter 8

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As Amory walked into the kitchen in the morning, she stopped in her tracks, noticing sugar, chocolate and flour all over the countertops.

“Whoa, the bomb that wen toff here was a cake?” The short blonde asked, her eyes widened.

“8 hours, 16 ounces of chocolate and 32 cupcakes, and they still don’t taste right. Do you want to try one, maybe you could tell met what’s missing.” The tall blonde offered her friend.

“Sorry, Iz. I’ll have on later, gonna stick with toast and coffie, than you.” She moved to make herself some coffie and put some bread in the toaster.

“These are goor. MArtha Stewart would be pround.” George complimented the baker.

“Yeah, well, look where it got her… There’s something missing, some specific ingrdient.” She scratched her head, as her short friend put some butter on her now toatsed bread. “Why can’t I remember?”

“Look, just call her. Call you mother and ask.” The boy suggested.

“I don’t wanna call my mother.” She answered, seemingly moody. The other two shared a look before shrugging. The small blonde now sat beside him, eating her usual breakfast.

“Good Morning!” Derek came into the kitchen, accompanied by Meredith, adn George offered them a cupcake.

“You know, I like it here. Hey, you said so yourself, you liked having your things around, sleeping in your own bed…” The man pointed out, reaching for the meusli, as the group sat at the table.

“You are like a health nut, aren’t you?” George asked, everyone giving him quizzical looks. “You eat meusli every morning.”

“So what, I also eat the same thing everyday. Let him eat, George.” The young intern complained.

“I don’t” He defended himself.

“Okay, the meusli thing… you do.” The taller blonde pointed out, Amory and George nodding along. “At least, the last seven days.”

“Oh, come one!” The attending approached his girlfirend, meusli and milk in hand. “I haven’t been her for a wholle week… have I?”

“You have.” The short blonde said in a teasing manner.

“See, even they think it’s weird.” Meredith pointed out.

~~~~~~

Cristina, Meredith and Amory now talked to a psychiatrist, trying to find out who a patient belonged to.

“This guy belongs in psych. What are you doing dumping him here?” Cristina complained.

“He’s my gift to you. Had a seizure two days ago, his family thinks he’s dangerous and they had him committed.” The short blonde points our.

“Right, he’s psych, not neuro.” The dirty blonde said, plainly.

“Didn’t you go to med school?” Cristina scoffed.

“Yes, and unlike the correspondence school you three attended…” The psychiatrist insulted

“Oh, that’s to be Stanford, Dartmouth and Yale, right?” The Asian shot back.

“Sorry, ladies. We can’t take him back until he’s cleared.” The man informed.

“So you’re just dumping him on us?” The young intern sassed.

“He thinks his seizures are visions.” He said and left.

“Hello?!” The patient called from his room. “They’re not seizures, i’m psychic.”

“Of course you are, and I’m a chicken.” Cristina retorted, as they entered the room.

“Okay, Mr. Duff, we’re gonna start our work up now.” Meredith smiled at him.

“Work me up, work me down, I’m telling you, it’s a waste of time.” He said right back.

“I need you to grip my fingers, please.” Amory smiled down at him. Just then, the man seemed to zone out. “Hey, Mer, Cristina.” She called out.

The girls looked at the mand and immediatly realised why the girl called them. “Mr. Duff?” The Asian called out.

“Mr. Duff, are you okay?” The short blonde shook his shoulder lightly and he looked right back at her.

“Someone…” He started. “Someone is gonna check out.” At that, Cristina rolled her ayes, the small girl besides her furrowing her brows. “Bye bye.”

“Man, he’s nuts.” The curly-haires woman let out, as the young intern her het lightly.

“I’m dizzy, not deaf, lady. And I’m telling you someone in the fourth floor is gonna die.”

“That’d actually be Dr. Yang, Mr. Duff, not lady.” The young blonde defended her friend with the sickly sweet smile on her face that signalled that she was getting annoyed.

Just then, a voice was heard through the hospital’s speakers. “Code blue, fourth floor. Code blue, fourth floor.” The man raised hus hand as if to say goodbye, in a teasing manner. Meredith and Amory looked at each other with a mix of confusion and shock, Cristina remaining impassive.

~~~~~~

“Botox would do wonders on those frown lines.” The self-proclaimed psychic told Cristina, as she and Amory examined him.

“Okay, shut up.”

“Are allowed to talk to me like that? Is she?” He asked the smaller girl.

“No, but if I pretend I didn’t hear it there is nothing to prove it except your word.” She smiled, slightly annoyed now. Cristina answered him with a hiss.

“God, you’re hot… in a Mrs. Livingstone kind of way.” he smirked, Amory looking at him with a stern look.

“See these spikes on your temporal lobe? It mean you have epilepsy. Not visions, epileptic seizures.” The asain woman pointed out, showing him the paper.

“You think I’m epileptic? That’s so not right.” He answered.

“We don’t think anything, the graphs don’t lie, Mr. Duff.” The younger intern explained. “We’re going to get you an MRI now, to get a closer look at your brain, okay?”

“Yeah, there’s no way…” The patient started, right before entering his trance-like-state once more.

“Mr. Duff? Can you see me? Can you hear me?” The taller woman examined his pupils with a flashlight. “Stay with me.”

“Wouldn’t have picked you for the mommy track, Nurse Betty. Unless, of course, you choose what your friend did.”

Cristina backed away from the patient, shock in her face and Helena’s eyes widened and her soft smile left her face. The smaller girl turned around and left the room, without so much as a goodbye, leaning against the hallway door. She could feel a small anxiety attack rising, feeling vulnerable and expose by the revelation, and she closed her eyes, trying to keep it at bay.

When she saw her friend leave the room, she followed her to the closest on-call room. “Crisitna!” She called, as the woman entered the room.

When she got inside, she saw her sitting on a bunk bed. “What?” She answered, somewhat bluntly.

“I was just checking in on you. Is it… true? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but I assure you I won’t tell anyone.” The young intern sat by her, the ever fimilair tightness in her chest rising and losing sensation on her hands. At the sight, her friend’s face softened.

“Thanks, Amory. Was yours true?” She leaned back on the bad.

Amory nodded slightly, tears filling her eyes. “I was nineteen, I thought I would be able to hande it, but it still hurts so much. It’s only been two years…” It was becoming harder to breathe by the second and her hands were now shaking. Cristina looked at her, compassion in her face and her expression soft, as the girl started to breathe more deeply. “I…” The young girl tried to take a deep breath.” I’m sorry, give m-me a minute.”

The young girl moved to another bed, eyes closed and focused on getting her breathing to even out. She held her hands to each other, trying to get feeling back to them. She focused on her sense, tried to rationalize her thoughts and put her head between her legs to keep the dizziness away. Her friend watched, a mixture of compassion and admiration in her eyes. A couple of minutes later, Amory opened her eyes, wiping the tears she’d let fall and sitting back by Crisinia once more, with newfound resolve on her face.

“When I was nineteen, I was r-raped. I got pregnant, and I had a hard time comiing to terms with the decision the end it, but I stand by it. I don’t tell this to anyone, unless it’s needed for a situation, or with my shrink.” She said, her voice now back to it’s usual conviction. “I’m sorry about that…” She waved her hands towards where she’s sat moments earlier, “Just, my anxiety gets worse when I feel to exposed.”

“You don’t have to apology, Amy. Besides, the way you pulled yourself together was pretty amazing.” The older intern said, her shoulder serving as a head rest for her friend.

“I meant to help you out… not the other way around. I just wanted to let you know that I’m here for you, whether you decide to keep it or not. I’m here.” The younger girl told her friend.

“You know, sometimes even the strongest people need to let others care for them, Amy.” Cristina told the girl, looking down at her. “I have an appointment for the sixteenth, I’m aborting.”

“Do you mind if I ask…” The young girl was unsure of how to pose her question. “I’m assuming it’s Burke’s. Does… does he know?”

“I’m not planning on telling him.”

“Okay, then… I won’t say anything either.” The friends say like that in silence for a whil, finding comfort in each other.

~~~~~~

After Cristina got of the case, Amory and Izzie get their patient in the CT machine.

“You’re into me, I can tell.” He tells Izzie, making Amory slightly roll her eyes. “Doctor small-and-angry was a hot appetiser, but you both are a smorgasbord of lust.”

The small doctor is clearly trying her best to ignore the mas, as the older intern warns him. “Mr. Duff, you’re pressing your luck.”

“Would you press it for me?” He asks with a smirk, Amory finally shooting him one of her famous reprimanding glares.

“God, that look is just like the one my mother used to give me.” He shiver slightly.

“Yeah, it’s her specialty.” The tall blonde chuckled.

“I hope you’re not claustrophobic.” Amory said with a sickly sweet smile, as he stared at her friend.

“You’re staring at me, stop.”

“I’m staring at you sweetheart, but it’s the strangest thing, I’m hungry for a chocolate cupcake.” Amory’s eyes widened once again at the affirmation.

“What did you just say?” The tall intern questioned him.

“A chocolate cupcake. Maybe one of those with the white squiggle on the frosting. Could you oblige?”

“What, do I still have some chocolate in my face or in my hear or something? I know the drill, so keep it up. Next, you’ll be reading mu cards, telling me my dead uncle is in the room.” The tall blonde rose her brows and the small girl’s eyes looked around her discreetly.

“Is he?” The man questioned.

“I don’t have a dead uncle.”

“Now, Mr. Duff, time to get in the machine.” The small girl patted it slightly and send him in.

~~~~~~

Cristina and Amory now sat at a desk, the former playing around with her food and the second eating her chicken sandwich while reading through another article she printed earlier in the week.

“If that’s turkey, can I have some?” George arrives, asking for their friend’s untouched food.

“It’s soggy.”

“Maybe it’ll kill you and solve everything.” Alex deadpanned, as he followed George to sit down.

“Hey!” Amory hit his arm. “Why do you always wish death upon others? George’s not dying.”

“I could have gottan that intubation. I’m good at intubations.” The short man complained.

“Why does everything in the hospital smell like a hospital?” Meredith asked them out of the belu, leaving right after, as Izzie joined the group.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, George. Everybody makes mistaked.” The tall blonde recommends.

“Just don’t make the same mistake twice. That way it won’t have been for nothing.” Amory share once again a piece of her advise.

“You know, I’m good at a lot of things.” George squeaks, as his short friend pats his shoulder.

“We know you are, George.” The small blonde reassured him.

“You know what? I’m gonna tell you something. Hey, George, you need to get laid.” Cristina begins. “See that nurse over there? She’s single, she’s got red ahir, go ask her out.”

“Oh, Olivia? She’s cute, you should try it.” The younger intern encouraged, still in denial about her feelings towards the boy.

“In case you forgot, I intubated an esophagus!”

“Dudde, you’re tweaking. Maybe you should go see that psychic…” Alex teased.

“Mr. Duff is not a psychic.” Izzie yelled, annoyed.

“I am trying to help you!” The Asain woman told George. “Go buy her a latte and freshen up your gonads please!”

“If you want I could ask her for you!” Amory smiled at the boy.

As Izzie looked at her phone, she noticed her friend’s looks. “Shut up!”

“It’s not too late to call her, you know. I’m sure you have good reasons not to, but you can still change your mind.” The short blonde advised her friend.

“Yeah, moms like that, surprises on their birthdays. You know, it’s very hallmark.” George encouraged the tall blonde, earning himself a slight smile. At the lach of an answer both the boy and the shorter girl left.

~~~~~~

“Izzie, he’s already said no, why do you keep insisting?” Amory asked her friend, who dragged her to their patient’s room.

“Maybe if you tell him the same thing he’ll listen? I don’t know, okay, but please try?” The taller one pleaded.

The short blonde went silent for a moment thinking through her options. “Okay, fine, I’ll talk to him.”

“Yay, okay, thank you.” The tall blonde gave her a quick hug and they both entered the room.

“Mr. Duff? We’re here with te consent forms again.” The young intern started off.

“You really need to sign them. Your surgeon scheduled the OR.” As they noticed the man looking straight ahead, the girls looked at each other. “Mr. Duff, are you alright? Are you having another seizure?”

They approached him, looking at his monitor. “Yeah, I think maybe I am.” He answered.

“What is it?” The smaller girl aksed, resistant to hear the answer.

“It’s me…” Tears filled the man’s eyes. “I think it’s about to be over.”

“Mr. Duff, you saw the angio result. We’re doing the AVM just in time. No need to worry, we know what we’re doing.” The short girl tranquilizes their patient, kindness in her voice.

“You don’t need to be nervous, you’re not going to die. Promise.” Izzie assured him, Amory shooting her a glare. She knew that the girl shouldn’t be promising life, even if the odds were favourable.

“I’m not talking about dying.” He went silent for a moment. “My whole life has been about what I see, about believing in myself, whatever people think. You’re telling me there’s a very good chance that will go away.”

“Look, you’re a healthy guy. You’re gonna live a long, full life.” The tall blonde said.

“And, think of it like this, if your visions truly are real, then you have to believe you’ll still have them after the surgery. If you don’t, then you’ll have the rest of your life ahead of you, to discover this new version of yourself.” Amory looked at him, trying to give the best advice she could.

Izzie gave the patient the paperwork and he signed it. The man looked away, clearly scared for his future but, as the surgeons left the room he called out for Amory. “Dr. Madden?”

“Yes?” The small girl turned around, her friend already left the room.

“I know you try to ignore it, so I’m giving you a push; you like him, don’t let him slip away.” The blonde blushed, knowing exactly who he meant.

~~~~~~

As the interns sat in the tunnels, Amory laid in a bed, her legs over Meredith’s, while she finished her article she started earlier that day.

“I tirend to talk Shepherd out of that clot surgery. what is wrong with me?” Meredith let out.

“Basically, you tried to kill the guy.” Alex teased.

“Basically, you’re an ass.” Cristina shot back, Amory letting out a little laugh at the altercation.

“You know you want it…” Alex joked, before being cut off.

“Mer, you couldn’t have known. It’s another thing that makes us interns and Shepherd is an attending. We don’t have the experience to know better.” The small girl reassured their friend.

George then came in, pointing to his ID picture. “This is George. George has… a hot date.”

Amory’s head shot up in denial. Thinking she’ll now never get the chance.

“Who? Olivia?” The boy nodded at his closest friend’s question. “Yes, I told you she was nice.” The girl squealed, excited, covering the sadness taking over he features.

“Aw, that’s great, George.” Meredith told him.

“Left pocket of my lab coat. No glove, no love.” Alex stood up and George reached for his pocket, Amory watching with slight discomfort.

“I mean, sure, if Alex has to be a manwhore at least he does it with protection.” Amory giggled and the boy in question faked an offended look.

George sat in a wheelchair next to the group as Alex left an Izzie sighed. “Our psychic had his surgery.” The girl informed.

“Yeah?”

“I wonder what happened with his… gift.” The tall blonde finished.

“Come one, we all know he’s crazy.” Cristina commented, Amory looking at her knowingly.

“I thought you said you didn’t believe in that stuff.” Meredith told the tall model.

“I grew up in a trailer park, I waited tables, which was supposed to put me through college, but my mother was always calling these… psychics. All the time. And the bills started piling up so I had to use my money to pay them. when I turned eighteen I left, never went back.” The woman explained. “This guy has been saying things to me, things he couldn’t possibly know anything about, so I just… wonder.”

“Well, I don’t know if I believe that stuff, but he did say some things that he shouldn’t have known…” Amory revealed. The group fell in silence, changing the topic shortly after.

~~~~~~

As Amory lay on her bed, at the end of the long day, she shuffled through her article, but couldn’t bring herself to pay any attention to it. It has been a hard day, filled with anxiety and past events coming up.  So she decided to do the one thing that could always get her mind off something like this. She put on some of her favorite music and danced it out. Unknown about the boy that was standing outside her room.

[rosetintedgunman]

Mark has yet to visit the Roller, and truthfully, he hadn't expected to arrive with a bunch of Valentine's Day chocolates. In the midst of bad blood that's feeling rather one sided, paying forward Wilford's visit is... a matter of pride, he can tell himself.

"I have some leftover props to share." He holds out an appropriately pink box. "How do you feel about assorted?" (stageplayhero)

@stageplayhero

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The great thing about the Roller was that it was impossible to miss once you decided you wanted to visit. As a place that existed in the space between the pages of a story, the asterisk separating one scene from another, it was everywhere and nowhere. There was a physical address that you could use, or you could put out the intention to search for Wilford and let a door take you there.

Sometimes, one might wonder what exactly Wilford was in the cacophony of tales. In truth, he was just a man who saw the fake reality for what it was and only used it to his advantage for very specific situations. He could wield far more power than anyone else and yet... He didn't. He was content to spend his time making sure none of the arcade machines were broken, then return to the bar to tidy up for the night - at least, until someone entered.

"O-oh, hey." A visitor was not unexpected, but Mark was. Wilford was not the smartest box in the toolshed, but even he knew that he wasn't particularly liked by the actor (not that Wilford knew why. He was a great guy! And behaving too! Extra bonus there!). So then... Why was Mark here?

"New props?" He waved Mark toward one of the freshly wiped tables so the pink box (excellent choice) could be put down for both to examine. Sure enough, there was a selection of chocolates ready for the taking. "Ya know me too well. There's no way I'd miss out on a chance like this." A piece of milk chocolate was lifted and casually tossed into his mouth. It had a hint of orange in it. Very nice!

"Hey, uh... Wanna stay here for a bit before ya head off ta th' next adventure? I could getcha a drink of some sort. Maybe it'll help ya fer th' trip home?"

[admhawthorne]

“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to take this seriously,” Detective Anderson’s frustration was clearly evident in his tone. “We are conducting a murder investigation, and you ARE a key witness.”

Taylore Jackson glanced to her lawyer, who gave her a small, approving nod. “Yeah, I get that you think that, but the thing is, I was there, but I wasn’t really there, do you get me? Like, there were A LOT of people at this party, okay? We’re talking at least fifty people, and, yes, I was in the same room where it supposedly started, but, like, I wasn’t really paying attention to Kaplan.  because there was this amazing, free chocolate fondue bar…”

“Yes,” the detective said in exasperation, “you keep saying that, but I find it hard to believe that you’d be so focused on a fondue bar that you would miss a man literally begging to be murdered and then that subsequentially actually happening.”

“First of all,” Taylore replied, holding a hand up in protest, “it was a free chocolate fondue bar with every single food item I’ve ever wanted to dip in chocolate just out there ready to be dunked in the most amazing milk chocolate I have ever had in my entire life.” She dropped her hand but kept staring daggers at the officer. “Second of all, you can believe what you want, but I literally didn’t see anything.”

Detective Anderson sat up in his chair and looked at his notes as he began reading off a list. “You mean to tell me that you missed a fight breaking out?”

“Never noticed it,” she confirmed with a shrug. “Too busy eating chocolate covered cheesecake bites.”

He shook his head. “Multiple people allegedly screaming to go more boards?”

“I thought they were talking about fondue boards. You know, with, like, more stuff to dip in chocolate? Honestly, I agreed. We needed more fondue boards.”

Anderson sighed in frustration. “The sound of someone being forcibly attached to said boards and then dragged out into the backyard?”

“Man, I don’t know what to tell you; there was a lot of screaming; it was a party, and you know how often my generation screams things like, ‘Dear God, kill me now’ or ‘I just wanna die?’ Like, that is our national anthem, okay? I hear that shit all the time, and, let me tell you, there were plenty of us screaming about the chocolate fondue because it was the most amazing…”

 “Ms. Jackson, please.” Detective Anderson rolled his eyes, trying to maintain his calm.

“Please what? I didn’t witness a murder, unless you count the killing we did at that fondue table,” Taylore replied followed with a click of her tongue for emphasis.

“The fondue buffet was located right in front of the windows looking out over the backyard. You would’ve had a perfect view as you were dipping your cheesecake bites to see this group set Kaplan’s restrained body on a bonfire.” Anderson dropped his notepad onto the table between them. “You’re telling me you didn’t see the fire blazing outside in the backyard?”

“Did I notice a fire? Yeah, but, it was there when I got there last night, and like I’ve been saying, I wasn’t paying attention to it because of the free chocolate fondue! Look, I didn’t see the murder. I saw free chocolate fondue.” She rolled her eyes at him. “Do you know what I do for a living, Detective? I’m a waitress. I work for tips, and it sucks. Like, I barely make ends meet and sometimes I don’t. It’s hard for me to pay the bills and have anything left over for something nice for myself, even just a bar of chocolate. When I got invited to this party, it was the first real break I’ve taken in months. I’ve worked two months straight with no days off just so I could go to this party. I had to put in a request TWO MONTHS in advance just to get the night off. When I saw that free chocolate fondue bar, that was it for me. That’s where I was going to be all night because I wasn’t interested in talking to anyone. I talk to people all damn day at my job. Fuck them people, man. I was here for the free food and free booze. When I heard someone start yelling about wanting someone to kill them, my only thought was ‘Man, me, too,’ and then I went right back to the free chocolate fondue bar.”

Detective Anderson looked from his supposed witness to her lawyer, who only shrugged. Sighing, he asked again, “If you heard that, then you did see the murder of Kaplan Yates last night, correct?”

Taylore let out a roar of frustration. “Look, man, I cannot stress this enough; I did not see the murder because there was this amazing, free chocolate fondue bar…”