#but i wanted to draw bobby today so here he is

[2hoothoots]

because i'm predictable, what're bobby and chloe up to in the villain au? or how's the dynamic between sam and dogen since he's taken psychoisolation to the extreme?

Bobby's in a pretty similar position to the regular timeline - at least, at first glance. he's overworked and underpaid, constantly crunching to try and keep on top of the ever-growing mountain of paperwork his superiors keep handing down to him.

but i think the trajectory of his character looks pretty different? he never really met Raz at Whispering Rock. he never got humbled by him, never had to suffer the embarrassment of his spot as top dog being yanked away by some new kid... but he also never really got to go through a lot of the character growth from their ensuing rivalry? he's definitely mellower than he was as a kid, but he's got a lot of unresolved issues bubbling under the surface - anger problems, poor self-esteem, a tendency to lash out at authority figures...

he still really believes in the work he's doing, and wants the Psychonauts to be the force for good he knows they can be. but he's carrying a growing burden of stress and exhaustion, stuck in a toxic work environment that's more likely to change him (or just make him snap) than he is to change it.

his only real friend at the Motherlobe is Chloe. Chloe is... well! again, first-glance, not that much has changed. she works the same job in the Motherlobe's engineering and aerospace department, and she still gets to pursue her childhood fascination with space.

but the harsher work culture and the more pragmatic, efficient environment have exacerbated some of her less personable traits. she's blunt, rude, and almost fanatically devoted to her work, to the exception of basically everything else. her workplace safety standards are lax, and her ethics laxer. she'd sell the Psychonauts out for one corn chip if she thought it'd get her better funding for her pet projects

[fog-kid]

I saw the wiki writing about q!Jaiden's death and got an idea. Here's to the end of Parrotduo

Roier doesn't believe in gods, he doesn't believe any creature could be as cruel to orchestrate this Hell. A lot of people in the island do though, when they talk about certain things that have no logic behind them.

Like when Spreen went missing, that was okay. Roier never let go, he's not the type to forget, but he could live his life normally because at least he had somewhere to place his hate.

One day, a normal day, no big fights with codes or books from white bears, just a simple day, the island realized he was dead.

That's when Roier got bitter because all this hate was left with no vessel and when it all sprang back to him, he had no choice but to look at it. Nowhere to shove the love that was tangled between all his ill wishings.

He doesn't believe in gods, but that time when everyone came to the same conclusion, they decided there was more to it all.

Today, Roier is in a cellar when he finds out. He can almost see it being written, Purgatory, not arriving on the ship, nuclear bomb. If there are gods, they are awfully descriptive and he once again wishes to be a non believer.

He hugs his legs, guilt nagging at the base of his throat and ending at the nails that dig into his pants, because he has to mourn in a body that's not his. He almost doesn't want to picture her, she's too good for this foreign brain. Doied doesn't deserve to even come close to the pain that's stitching his eyes, he has no place where Jaiden is concerned.

Still, there's nothing to do, and his tears are more him than the cheeks they slide down, because him and Jaiden, that could never be about a body. That was deeper, so much deeper. All of a sudden there's a hole in his chest where she was supposed to be and he knows there's a piece of him lost somewhere that should have stayed in Jaiden too.

That would be it then, he feels it swell inside him and break his ribcage, all of the words he never got to say and the smiles he never got to watch. The fight they put up, the nights they cried themselves to sleep. More than a heartbreak, it's a matter of soul.

"Is there anyone left?" he wonders aloud when the dizziness from days without sleep draws a perfect picture of her in front of him. Her wings look ethereal like never before

"Where do I put all this love if there's no one left?" he tries asking. Her smile was always too much like a setting sun.

She doesn't answer but it's clear to Roier like it was clear to her when she stayed. They never had answers, they never asked each other these questions because the other was always wondering the same thing.

He wonders now, alone and nothing but a mind trapped in treacherous flesh, if she will manage to find Bobby. He wonders if he has anything left to fight for. He wonders, for not more than a second, what it'll take to see her again. See them again.

And off she goes like everyone Roier comes to love. He should be used to this by now. He's not.

[theotherbuckley]

WIP Wednesday 💜

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone 💗 I have an exam later today and then it’s my birthday tomorrow heh anyway here’s some healing fic and guess what! Buck is actually healing :D

TW: mentions of SH scars

Bobby knocks on the door again. “I’m starting dinner now. It will be ready in about an hour, okay?”

Buck doesn’t say anything.

“Buck?” He hears again. Fuck, Bobby thinks something’s happened to him, he’s so stupid he should just respond. Just say okay.

“Buck, are you okay in there?”

He puts on his short-sleeve shirt and opens the door. “I—I’ll help. If you—If you want.” If you still want me here. If you can look at me after this.

Bobby stands frozen, surprise written on his face. And then he smiles. There are tears in his eyes, but he’s smiling nonetheless. He draws Buck into his arms and gives him the biggest hug.

He knows how he looks — arms battered and beaten with a blade and his own mind as the weapon. It’s not a pretty sight. Yet here is Bobby, holding him like he might disappear if he lets go, loving him in spite of his flaws.

This is all Buck ever wanted. To be loved anyway.

“Oh, my sweet boy,” Athena says before joining in and wrapping her arms around Buck.

He has a family.

He is not alone.

Maybe, maybe he can get through this.

When they break apart, tears streaming down all of their faces, Bobby says “I’d love some help.” And that’s that.

He helps with dinner the best he can. Bobby doesn’t let him use the knives, which he understands to an extent, but also, he’d never do that in front of them, he wouldn’t subject them to that. Regardless, he helps add the spices, get some herbs from the garden, and dress the salad. He still feels better than he has in weeks, even with Bobby looking at him every 5 seconds like he’s checking he’s still there. It’s nice to know that someone cares enough to check.

“We love you so much,” Athena says at one point. “I just want to remind you. We love you no matter what.”

Buck looks at her, with glistening eyes, and says, “I love you, too. Thank you.” He doesn’t know what else he can say to convey just how grateful he is for their existence. For taking him in and loving him even when he’s at his worst. For loving him like he’s theirs. Which he is, he supposes, they’re family afterall.

Tagging the usual moots <3 @disasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @jeeyuns @wildlife4life @honestlydarkprincess @eddiebabygirldiaz @spagheddiediaz @jesuisici33 @your-catfish-friend @ladydorian05 @giddyupbuck @eowon @elvensorceress @watchyourbuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @king-buckley @rainbow-nerdss @cal-daisies-and-briars @evanbegins @diazsdimples @wikiangela @bucksbirthmark  @underwater-ninja-13 @daffi-990 @fionaswhvre @aspecbuddie @lover-of-mine @nmcggg @tizniz @monsterrae1 @smilingbuckley @buckaroosheart @hippolotamus @incorrect9-1-1 @buckdefencesquad @actualalligator let me know if you’d like to be added or removed <3

(Edit: i accidentally posted this at 12am Wednesday instead of 12pm ajidksksk my bad guys)

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday!

I was meant to post chapter 2 of With you I'm Home today but alas, life got in the way. In the meantime, enjoy Eddie delivering a baby!!

Tagged by @daffi-990, go check out their Fuck It Friday RIGHT NOW for Buck and May's first meeting!

“Okay, Amber, I know it hurts but on your next contraction I’m going to need you to give me the biggest push you’ve ever done,” Eddie instructs. “Cam, if you want to watch baby come out, now’s your chance, man.” Cam gulps, looking a little pale, and shakes his head. “Y-ya know, I think I-I’m good here, thanks” he stammers, and Amber rolls her eyes. “He threw up when our oldest was born and fainted at the second. Pathetic” Eddie snorts, as if he wasn’t a second away from doing the same thing at Christopher’s birth. “Hey, it happens.” It strikes Eddie how odd it is that he’s having a very casual conversation with someone while they have a face sticking out between their legs. The baby’s face, thankfully, isn’t getting any more purple, and Eddie briefly remembers that babies won’t actually take their first breath until their bodies have passed entirely through the birth canal, something about the pressure of their chest suddenly being decompressed being enough to draw their lungs open and for them to take their first breath. A quick glance at Chimney reveals that the man is ready to receive the baby, a towel draped over his arms. Hen’s breath hisses as she inhales sharply as Amber clamps down on her hand once more, the contraction building and building. Eddie wraps both hands around the baby’s head and neck, careful not to occlude the air way. “Push, Amber, push! That’s it!” he encourages as he applies a small amount of traction, the baby’s neck lengthening until the first shoulder pops free and then, suddenly, the rest of the baby follows in a slippery rush that’s got Eddie scrambling to support the body before the baby goes flopping onto the floor. “It’s a girl!” He’s holding the baby up, unable to tear his eyes away from the small, almost too small, slimy, and yet perfect human being in his arms, starting at her in amazement before remembering that skin to skin is key just after birth. Lion king moment over, he moves towards the expectant mother. Eddie’s dimly aware of the fact that he can’t hear any screaming as he lifts the baby up onto Amber’s chest. “Eddie?” Bobby’s voice is low, almost a warning, and Eddie knows, he knows he’s gotta do something, and fast. “Yeah, Cap, I know” He grabs a towel and scoots up so he’s at Amber’s side. He hasn’t even had time to inspect for damage… down there, but right now he’s got other priorities. Amber grabs his arm as he reaches over with a towel, covering the baby and begins to rub her back thoroughly. “I-is everything okay? Why isn’t she crying?” “Baby’s a little early and sometimes they need a little help breathing.” Eddie turns to Hen when it becomes apparent that this baby is going to need more than stimulation to get her breathing, his voice low and urgent. “Hen, I need you to clamp the cord and cut it, I’ve got to get her to Chim”. Hen nods resolutely and does as he said, placing two clamps about 2 inches above the start of the cord, and cuts into it with the scissors. It’s tough, almost chewy, and takes a couple of attempts before the cord is cut and Eddie swiftly brings the baby into his arms. “Chim, you ready for me?” Chimney already has the small mask out and the high flow oxygen set up. “Yes sir.” It’s been 40 seconds since the baby was born and she still hasn’t taken a breath. Eddie lays the baby out on the towels in front of Chimney and immediately focuses himself on resuscitation, leaving Bobby and Hen to reassure the parents. “Starting rescue breaths” Chimney announces, and he covers the baby’s face with the mask. Eddie holds her head stead, ensuring her airway is open, and Chimney administers the breaths. “Good chest rise” Eddie notes. “Keep going.” The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Eddie can vaguely hear Bobby and Hen talking with Amber and Cam in the background, their voices low and reassuring as they explain what’s going on. Eddie forces himself not to look over, not to see Amber and Cam’s terrified faces as he and Chimney encourage their daughter to life. “Come on, baby, breathe for me” he murmurs.

No pressure tagging @hippolotamus @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @malewifediaz @watchyourbuck @callmenewbie @cal-daisies-and-briars @disasterbuckdiaz @jesuisici33 @weewootruck @eddie---diaz @fruitandbubbles @fortheloveofbuddie @rainbow-nerdss @monsterrae1 @wildlife4life @wikiangela @spotsandsocks @steadfastsaturnsrings @fionaswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie

[marcellaasblog]

Not my scent after all.

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Part 1

Summary: Eddie finds out that you know about Amelia. You are going to do any and everything in your power to fuck up Eddie and Amelia's life and take revenge into your own hands with a little someone by your side.

Warnings: So much ANGST!, fighting, mention of cheating, divorce,talk of pregnancy,hurt/confort, happy ending for the reader!

Author's notes: I had help from this amazing person right here @ejlpov she put so much of her amazing ideas into part 2 so thank you for that cause if she didn't do that I would of gave y'all a sad ending💕

Also I recommend reading her fic if you love angst as much as I do!

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When Eddie had got out the restroom he was met with the perfume bottle straight to his head .

"BABE WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?" Eddie asked as he picked up the perfume bottle glancing up you as you give him the "you know what you did" look. Eddie could feel his heart about to stop any moment as he see you with his phone in your hands. He glances down at your feet as he sees all his shit layed out on the bed.

" we talk about this?" Eddie pleads.

"Nothing to talk about, Edward. Except you don't need to wait till Friday to see your whore". You stands, walking towards the chest of draws you use to share with him , grabbing his keys, removing the ones to the house tossing them and his phone to him, before heading into the bathroom. "now you get to see her everyday. Make sure you're gone by the time I get out, I'll make sure to take your shit to you later."

The click of the bathroom door locking brings Eddie to his senses. It never occurred to him that he would lose her. He lost her. He actually lost her, and now he has to deal with the consequences.

*Ding*

Eddie phone goes off

Amelia:I miss you too baby, wish I could see you now, but I know you'll make it worth my while when I see you on Friday. Good thinking of getting the same perfume. She's so pathetic that she'll never suspect now.

Guilt fills him with a sickening feeling. Eddie's finger hovers over the keys before looking at the bathroom door. He knows she is crying in there, and he's the reason for it. He begins writing

"uh about Friday...."

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Today was no other good day for you at all you didn't go to sleep last night until 3:00 as you cried your eyes out wondering why he would do this to you and what led him to do it.

Today you were determined to take him all his shit, but that wasn't enough for you you wanted him to suffer you were pissed, angry, frustrated ,sad your high school sweetheart the person that you said your vows to, the person that you made love to,the person that brought you comfort an happiness, the person that you made it home for in your heart ,just broke every promise he ever made to you. you weren't about to sit back and let him get away with this shit.

You wanted him to hurt , to suffer,to feel like his whole life was falling apart.

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You stopped at Eddie's job at the garage as you take in all the boxes of his clothes and accessories he still had at the house.

You were met with his manager Bobby at the front desk he looked at you like you were so crazy woman.

"what's all this dear." He asked as he took a quick Snoop of all the things in the box.

"I'm dropping off Eddie's stuff here I don't feel like meeting him anywhere or even looking at him." You we're on the verge of crying and Bobby can sense that you were frustrated just by the look on your face.

"what did he do?" That was the only question Bobby had to ask before you broke down.

"He,he fuc-ken cheated on me bobbyyy." You say as you you leaned on to the desk, Bobby got out from his chair as he took you into his arms and trying to calm you down.

"shhh sweetie breath, take a deep breath for me doll."bobby said as he rubs your back breathing in and out with you counting to 3 as you exhaled every breath.

He would have never thought in his years of knowing you and Eddie that he would do such a thing to you.

"It hurts, it hurts so bad. I trusted him and he took advantage of that.i don't wanna feel like this bobby, our whole relationship was built on lies. I thought he ACTUALLY LOVED ME." You yelled as bobby held you tightly in his arms he is comforting you as you let all your emotions out.He can feel your tears on his shirt and your hands squeezing against his arm as you sobbed violently into his chest.

Bobby didn't know to do to calm you down so he did what he knows best.

"what a dickhead.you want me to go beat him up or key his car cause I don't mind." Bobby asked as he hears you giggle into his chest.

"No it's alright bobby thank you." You say as you let go of him he brings to your cheek as he wipes away the tears.

"no problem sweetheart,but can I asked you something." He applied waiting for you to answer.

"Go ahead." You say as you already know what he's about to ask

"I don't want to get up in your business but do you know who the woman was?" He wanted to help you that's the only reason why he's asking.

"I don't know her but it was some women named Amelia,it seem like he was real close with her too."

Bobby didn't say nothing as he looked at you. His mouth hung low.

"Amelia what?" Bobby asked. You can feel his grip getting tighter around you.

"That's all it said. Their was no contact photo or even the last name.. why you asking?" you were looking at Bobby like if he was the crazy person.

"I gotta go, look just leave his stuff on my desk I'll take care of it later but here's my number because if it's right about what I'm thinking then you're going to need it." He said as he quickly grabbed a sticky note writing his number on it. He runs out of the shop apologizing to you again.

What the fuck was that all about? you thought.

Why would you need his number?

It took you a second to realize what he meant by needing his number if he was right.

Oh shit....

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Eddie had to go back to live with Wayne until he could get things situated.

When Wayne asked Eddie what happened, Wayne never felt more dissipointed in his nephew untill now.

Why would Eddie do such a thing to you? You were a sweetheart you did nothing wrong to Eddie, you loved him unconditionally and this is what his nephew does to you.

Wow smart move boy,but Wayne knows you, he knows you won't Just sit back and leave it . Whatever you do to get back at Eddie all by mean he won't stop you from the karma that is coming to Eddie.

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Eddie you went to work week after like nothing happened. When he entered the shop his manager Bobby went up to him punching eddie right in the face.

"REALLY MUNSON YOU CHEAT ON YOUR FUCKEN WIFE WITH MINE!" Eddie did know what to say or do as he can feel the warmth of his blood dripping from his nose.

"COME ON YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY FOR YOURSELF YOU FUCKEN ASSHOLE!" Bobby said as he kicks Eddie in the stomach with all his strength he had left in him.

It's Bobby's turn to break to down he should of never believed Amelia when she said she wouldn't cheat anymore.

Him and Amelia had kids a family and she still broke her promise.

Bobby gives Eddie all his stuff and the vanilla folder with the divorce papers you have already signed.

"I don't want you near y/n you got it Munson,take your shit and leave and make sure you sign those divorce papers or I'll make you."

Divorce papers?

Eddie couldn't believe it.

You wanted to divorce him you couldn't even give him a chance to explain himself.

Eddie wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole he felt his heart sink his mind gone dizzy he couldn't hold back his sobs any more .

He fucked up and he's paying for his actions.

"oh and by the way, your fired." Bobby told him as he told Eddie to leave.

Not only did Eddie lose his wife but he also lost his job.

One down one more to go.

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When Bobby found out that Amelia was cheating on him again but this time with Eddie he didn't let her know he wanted to see if she would confess or she would play through her acts and lies still.

When Bobby told you that he knew Amelia and Amelia was his wife you felt sorry for him he could feel your pain as you sat across from him at the coffee shop . He told you it wasn't her first time cheating on him she did it back in high school during prom night and he still stayed with her.She did it a couple of months after giving birth to her second child Bryan.

He loved Amelia and he wanted to do everything in his power to keep her no matter what she was doing.

He wanted to do it for the kids he didn't know how he was going to tell his two boys that their mommy didn't love daddy anymore. he probably won't tell them at all their still to younge.

He couldn't watch their little faces break over something he had no control over.

That weekend you and Bobby went to go get the divorce papers for you and him.

He knew that you didn't want to see Eddie face to face so he gladly said he would give him your divorce papers as well as he gives Amelia her.

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Night before Bobby would give Eddie the divorce papers he sat down Amelia at the table right after she put her kids to sleep. He didn't wait any longer he wanted her out.

"How long?" He asked .

"Excuse me?" Amelia asked .

"How long have you been sleeping with Eddie?"

Amelia's face drops as her blood run cold she knew she got caught and she knew this day would come every other time she would cheat Bobby seemed to catch on.

"HOW LONG!" he yelled

"5 Months." She whispered

Bobby looked at her with discuss. Why would she lied him again? She promised him and she still did it .

"I need you out of the house by tomorrow morning. You can keep everything except the car I gave you and the kids,they will stay with me.Im gonna take full custody of them". He said resting his hand in his face.

He tries to not show his red teary eyes. He didn't want to show Amelia that this was hurting him he wanted to make a point that he wasn't going to deal with her shit anymore.

"WAIT NO BABY YOU CANT DO THAT TO ME!" Amelia yell jumping out of her chair I should try to go hug her out now ex-husband.

Bobby backed away from her

"WHY? HUH WHY CANT I DO THAT AMEILA ,BECAUSE YOU SEEM NOT TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THIS FAMILY."!

He may be holding back his tears but he's not going to hold back his words.

"IM PREGNANT!"

Bobby let out a little chuckle as he leans back into his chair.

"well you can go tell Munson to take care it, because that's not my fucken kid, is it?"

Amelia let's her head drop as she sways her head side to side telling him no.

Bobby gets up from his chair ready to head up to bed.

"well I think we're done here, you can sleep in the couch tonight but tomorrow I want you gone." He said walking up his stairs.

He didn't know how he was going to tell you that Amelia was pregnant with Eddie's baby, He didn't want to hurt you more but he knew you needed to know.

Boddy cried himself to sleep that night as he crawled up into a ball wishing he would of just left Amelia that night at prom.

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After he gave Eddie the divorce papers that morning he called you to telling you to meet him at the same cafe place again.

He needed to talk to you and you knew by the tone of his voice it wasn't good news.

Sadly for him you didn't have good news eaither.

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Bobby didn't wait no time telling you what happened.

"I gave Amelia the divorce papers, but whag I'm about to tell you right now was a shock to me too and I don't want to hurt you but you need to know."

You gulp down your coffee not quite ready for what Bobby's about to tell you.

"Amelia's pregnant and I know it's not mine because we haven't done anything in months." Bobby says running his hands threw his Beard.

"bobby." You say as your eyes start to swell up.

He grabs your hand for confort waiting for you to continue.

"I'm pregnant. I found out a couple of days ago I thought it was just me getting sick because I've been crying alot but I took a pregnancy test , well 2 of them and they both came out postive." Bobby squeezes your hand as he gets up to give you a hug . He didn't care if people were looking at him all he wanted to do right now was to hold you.

"I don't know what to do, this is my first time being a mom and at that a single mom." You cry into his chest as he rubs your head smoothing your hair down from your face.

He whispers into your ear .

"Hey you got this I know you do, and you don't have to be alone you have me" you giggle at his kind gesture whipping your tears away.

"No pretty girl should be crying over a man , especially Eddie. I will do everything in my will and to keep you safe okay. I'm sorry Amelia dragged you into this and split y'all up and I'm sorry Eddie was such a dickhead to fall for it .You don't deserve that baby , no one does."

"Not even you bobby,she ruin everything a woman would of wanted."

You kind words melted his heart as he bits down on his lip not wanting to cry in front of you.

" It's alright shit happened but we learn from it and move on."

"yeah I mean karma is bitch." You smirked at bobby

"she definitely is." Bobby said getting up from the table.

"They will definitely get what's coming to them."

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9 months later

Life was much better for you and Bobby now, but for Eddie and Amelia, well, let's just say they got what they deserve .

You see, Bobby was a very well-respected businessman and mechanic who owned serval garages in Hawkins and surrounding towns, meaning Eddie was blacklisted. No garage was willing to hire him. He couldn't even get a loan to open his own shop. The only job Eddie could get was at the plant with Wayne, and that was cause he was now the hiring supervisor. He was back to living in the trailer with Wayne now too, sleeping on the old fold up bed Wayne sleep on in Eddie younger years.

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Bobby got everything, too, including full custody of the kids. The kids love you as well, evening going as far as calling you mom in front of Amelia, referring to her by name whenever they saw her.

Amelia was your standard stay a home wife. Never working a day in her life once she met Bobby. Amelia had everything people wished for, a rich husband, a beautiful house, and even two beautiful children. She was spoiled and never heard the word no, until she begged Bobby to forgive her and take her back even after he said no multiple times.

She works as the lunch lady at Hawkins High - the only place that would hire her, her reputation as homewrecker following her everywhere now.

Eddie wouldn't take her either, breaking things off the night you found out. Feeling sick with himself every time he saw or heard her voice and name.

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You pretend Eddie never existed moving on with your knew life with you new fiance and your first kid to be brought into this world. You gave your little girl Bobby's last name , you didn't want a low life cheaters last name to carry on with your daughter. You and Bobby welcomed home a new addition to your little family.

Barbra Benson.

You can say karma was on your side.

I hoped y'all liked the ending and another thank you to @ejlpov for you amazing ideas for the ending 💕

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The @ that are crossed out for some reason it didn't let me tag y'all so sorry!

[jackhues]

im sorry i love delilah

imagine matthew putting her in little panthers gear for some event, and for some reason she wants to wear bobs jersey not matts and matthews like, sorry pickle you dont have a bob jersey and she goes on the ice all pouty, but then when she comes back theres a little bob jersey in mattys locker

do not apologize, i love lilah too! [takes place before the 23/24 season]

"c'mon, my del," matthew ushered her along, down the halls of amerant bank arena, and towards the locker room. "we gotta get you in your jersey if you want to be in the video."

"coming daddy," lilah gripped her stuffed panther 'kitty' in one hand, and held matthew's hand with her free one.

people rushed in and out of rooms, up and down the hallways, trying to get everything sorted for media day. delilah wanted to be in one of the challenge videos, but she was supposed to wear some sort of panthers gear if she wanted to be in it. although no one was going to enforce that rule with her, delilah wanted to wear her jersey and matthew was perfectly fine with it too.

"here, arms up please, let's get your jersey on," matthew held out the smaller 'tkachuk' jersey that hung in his stall, coming along with the other jerseys.

"can i have a bobby jersey?" she asked. "bobby played really good last time, and he gave me a chocolate today, did you know that? he's a goalie too, goalies are really cool. i think i want to wear a bobby jersey."

"aw, sorry pickle, but you don't have a bobby jersey," he reminded her. "you can wear the tkachuk jersey right now, and the bobby one when we can find one."

"aw, i wanted to wear it now," she pouted.

"matthew!" someone poked their head in the door. "matthew tkachuk, it's your turn for solo shots!"

"yeah, one second," he said to the assistant. he turned back to delilah, who'd taken a seat in his stall, and was kicking her feet dejectedly. "tell you what my del, why don't you go and help them take pictures and videos? maybe you'll convince one of the guys to give you their prize."

delilah continued to pout, but allowed matthew to lead her to where the other panthers were doing challenges and playing games as they waited their turn.

"i'll be back soon, pickle," matthew promised, kissing the top of her head.

he made his way to where his solo shots were going to take place, unable to get delilah's little pouty face out of his mind. the last thing he ever wanted to do was make her sad.

"and you're done," the photographer smiled, letting matthew leave.

his first thought was to stop by the waiting room where delilah would be, but then he remembered how sad she was... and so he took a little detour. not far, simply to the panthers' shop in the arena. luckily they had what he was looking for, and in the right size.

he stashed it in his locker, before stopping by the waiting room, where challenges and games were taking place. delilah was sitting on the floor, multiple drawings, and even more chocolates around her. apparently, she was giving out her drawings to her favourite players (all of them, but especially bob), and they all gave her chocolates and candies in return.

"hey del," matthew knelt next to her, a little surprised to see that she was still upset. usually, she got over things quickly.

"hi daddy," she responded, continuing her drawing.

"why don't you come with me to the locker room, huh? i got a surprise for you," he held out his hand.

delilah looked at him, but they both knew she'd never say no to matthew's outstretched hand.

"okay," she took his hand, allowing him to lead her to the locker room.

on the way there, matthew realized he never did anything special for her. there were no chocolates or candies or drawings in his locker waiting for her. just one simple thing, something he didn't even have to pay for.

but then delilah squeezed his hand as she followed him, and all of his nervousness flew away. this was his del, his little pickle: she'd be happy with a can of worms. this was better than that, at least.

as soon as her eyes landed on matthew's stall, she gasped. she couldn't read perfectly yet, but she'd seen that name on bob's jersey tens of times.

"is that a bobby jersey? for me?" she looked up at her dad.

"for you," matthew agreed. "you wanted one, so i got you one."

delilah tilted her head at him, unfamiliar with the idea of getting anything she ever wanted. even though matthew tried to spoil her, there wasn't much she wanted. and before matthew, there was no one giving her what she wanted. so it was still a little new to her.

but then she smiled, her toothy little grin that made matthew's heart melt every time, and she gave him the biggest hug she could. "thank you, daddy! you're the best!"

"even better than bobby?" he joked.

"hmmm, i don't know, but you're better than uncle brady," she decided.

matthew laughed, "alright, i'll take it. now, arms up, let's get your bobby jersey on."

[endless-ineffabilities]

unalloyed (18+)

(Daemon Targaryen x modern f!reader / nurse!reader)

A bonus chapter for this world was never meant for a fire like yours

word count: 3.2k

series masterlist ▪︎ main masterlist

themes/warnings: language + nsfw/smut! (18+), mechanic!Daemon

❗️best to read parts one and two first to fully understand this chapter

April 2023

“Are you sure we’re allowed in here?” Your voice pipes up from the corner of the room.

“Of course we are, love. Bobby said so himself – ” Daemon stands in front of an open hood. He twists his wrist in a circular motion, driving the wrench in further. “– and he can’t say no to me.” The repetitive movement draws your eye to his strained bicep, his short black sleeve tightening each time.

The garage-like room is brightly lit, its uniform walls painted a dark steel gray, big enough for conducting work on just one car. You sit atop a high stool, your legs freely swinging beneath you, in front of the rolling tool tray. Like its custodian, or Daemon’s assistant, you hand him what he needs from time to time. An impact wrench. Hood light. Spark plug pliers. Words that would have flown over your head, if not for Daemon guiding you through them.

Oh, the irony. Daemon teaching you about things from your own world. And you can’t deny it, ever since he came into your world, it all the more started to feel like home. You were used to simply drifting through your days in relative mundaneness. Work, apartment, friends. Nothing was ever new. Until him.

With Daemon, every day feels unpredictable. Exciting. Yet, at the same time, you’ve never felt more comfortable in your own skin. You’ve never placed as much trust as you had in this confusing sequence of your life, slowly unfolding before you.

It’s true, out in the open, for you to see.

Daemon feels like home.

The auto shop that Daemon works in has been temporarily closed for several days, as Bobby, the owner, has gone on holiday with his family. Plus a few friends, who also work for him in the shop. He gladly extended the invitation to Daemon, who refused, saying, “I would much rather stay here, and be with my lady.”

You sit patiently, as Daemon continues to tinker on one’s of Bobby’s personal projects. Your eyes eagerly follow Daemon's movements, so adept that he comes off as seemingly trained from years of work. Truth is, you found him scrambling in the street, half out of his mind, just months before.

Daemon has been coming to the closed auto shop while everyone’s on holiday, because he wants to occupy himself while you’re on your shifts. Merely staying in the apartment alone makes him feel as if he is “wasting away” apparently, and a few other choice Daemon phrases, such as how his “skin burns with yearning for you.”

So, he’d much rather surround himself with chassis and fuel and metal, his time quickly passing with the advanced mechanics that he has grown to admire. Today, you only had a brief morning shift, after which you headed to Daemon straightaway.

This cherry-red 1968 Chevy Corvette is only one of the few vintage pieces that Bobby has been painstakingly restoring throughout the years. Nestled in one of the inner working stations in the auto shop, separate from the main room, it allows work to be done to it in relative privacy. This is one of Bobby’s precious babies after all.

“What are you thinking about, my love?” Daemon asks, his change of stance indicating that he has been watching you for a while.

My love. Damn him. You look down, warmth rushing to your cheeks, “Just,” you start to say, wondering if you should shy away, or do exactly what he’s good at. You shrug your shoulders innocently, “uhm, I’m just admiring the way your broad shoulders look in this light.”

You raise your eyes to meet his, lips pursing flirtatiously. Daemon’s gaze grows hungry, and he reaches for a towel, wiping the grease off his hands. He lowers the hood of the red Corvette, gently pushing it shut with a click.

Daemon’s smirk is mischievous as he struts over to where you sit. “Is that so?”

Nearly every shred of boldness leaves you, as you melt under his intense gaze. His eyes run over your body, practically undressing you. Your crossed legs tighten against themselves to alleviate the growing heat, but he reaches for your knees, prying them apart. He spreads your legs to either side of his waist, wrapping them around him. You nearly go off-balance from the high stool, making you grip Daemon’s shoulders.

“Daemon,” you opt for sense, although your body screams otherwise, “not here.”

“Why ever not?” He leans forward, and kisses your neck, sucking hard before pulling away.

“Be… cause, you work here. And there might be surveillance cameras in place.”

He merely switches to the other side of your neck, leaving soft bites in his wake. “Not in this room. It’s Bobby’s private working space.”

“All the more reason why we shouldn’t… here.” Your eyes flutter half-shut from his lips grazing your skin, and his teeth against your neck, “It wouldn’t be appropriate.” Damn it, just give in.

“He allowed me to work on this while he’s away, and to use this space however I please.” His hand migrates to the back of your neck, tilting your head back. You glance up at his deep violet eyes, heavily darkened by his dilated pupils. He purrs, “Gods, my love, I want you.”

"Mmm, to use this space yes, but not for..." you raise your eyebrows at him, knowing he gets the point.

"For fucking?" Daemon's smirk has returned in all its shameless glory. His wandering hands squeeze your thighs, slowly inching ever so close to your heat.

"Daemon, come on. There'll be plenty of time for that when we get home."

He leans in close, his breath heating up your face, "You do not want to fuck me now?" Tauntingly, he reaches up the white shirt you wear underneath your scrubs, and palms your breast under your bra, "Darling, I think you do."

"Fuck. I do, I just... " you bite your lip, resolve weakening.

"Tell me what you want." Daemon has always been sure of himself, taking all that he pleases, caring not whether he leaves a storm in his wake. It's something you admire about him, his ferocity, his brazenness. This prince is chaos in human-form. Your prince.

He has helped you get rid of any uncertainty you might have about yourself, about why he would settle for you. A whole new world ripe for the picking, and he only wants you. When you asked him if he only stayed with you because you've become too familiar, he irately responded, "My love, if you believe that to be the truth, then you underestimate how much you mean to me."

You wish to mirror his bravery. You wish to take what you want, like how he has taken you. And you have, in your own way, grown more into yourself. Becoming more confident, in large part due to Daemon's influence.

He repeats, edging you on, "What do you want?" His hand tilts your head up by the chin, "Tell me. If you truly wish to stop, then just say so."

"Daemon – "

"But – " His pupils are dilated, so much that his violet eyes are nearly blackened. "– if you want to fuck me here, now, as I want to fuck you... then demand it."

"Daemon, I – "

"Whatever you want, my love, you shall have."

"I just," you hesitate, biting your lip, while your eyes hurriedly scan the higher corners of the rooms. No cameras, like he said. He persists in peppering soft kisses across your jaw, and down your neck, practically begging you to answer.

Before you could change your mind, you whisper, your voice raspy and heated, "Fuck me."

"Hmm," Daemon hums from deep within his chest, acknowledging your request. Something carnal quickly switches on inside him, and he captures your lips in a desperate kiss. You startle a bit when his rough hands lift you up, carrying you. He takes a few steps back, and gingerly plops you down atop the hood of the Corvette.

The surface is cooler than you expected, and the metal feels smooth against your skin. Daemon is quick to lower himself down to you, feverishly reconnecting his lips to yours. Your hands reach out to touch him, but he grabs them and holds them firmly down on the hood. You squirm underneath him, and the movement causes friction on his dark-wash jeans.

"Qogralbar nyke," he breathes, "Jaelan naejot qogralbar ao sīr quba."

His High Valyrian is like music to your ears.

"What was that?" you coyly ask.

"I said," he leans back, so that he can gaze at you fully, "I want to fuck you so badly."

You swallow, your body practically screaming in anticipation. "Well, go on then."

Daemon smiles proudly, "I like this side of you, my love."

Smirking mischievously, you prop yourself up on one elbow, and start pulling his black shirt off with one hand. He assists you, shimmying it off much quicker.

You sit up fully, grasping on his torso, your palms tracing the firm planes of his chest.

He chuckles lowly, at the sight of his lady clinging onto him like some serpent. His eyes trace the curve of your jaw, the swell of your lips, the fire in your gaze, and he can't help but feel so damn fortunate despite his lot.

Sure, he is in a strange, perplexing world and all. He's far from everything he's ever known. He might be angry at times, for everything that has been taken from him. He might be lost.

But he has you.

As if you are privy to his thoughts, you ask, mirth in your tone, "What are you staring at?"

Daemon holds your gaze, unblinking, his brows furrowed in concentration.

The corner of his lips turns up in a contented half-smile.

"My life."

Your hands pause in their wandering, and your lips part in surprise. It is as if the rug has been pulled from underneath you, and you are grasping at air. His words never fail to catch you off guard.

"God, I might never get used to that," you breathe, mostly to yourself.

"Hmm?" he leans in closer.

"Nothing," you smile. "I just love you, Daemon."

He kisses you lightly, his hands moving downward, slithering underneath your shirt, "And I, you." He pulls your shirt up over your head, ruffling your hair in the process.

It's easy to see the unmistakable want in his eyes, as he takes off the rest of your clothing. He doesn't stop, until you are laid fully bare, your smooth skin contrasting against the gleaming red frame of the Corvette. You slide your buttocks upward, so as not to slip off, hooking your fingers in Daemon's belt loops, pulling him with you.

"Come," you implore. He need not be told twice. He unbuttons his jeans, and hurriedly kicks them off his legs, his boxers sliding down with it.

He clambers on top of the hood, the front of the car tilting under the weight.

"Is this okay?" you ask, as the car gives off the slightest squeak.

"Yes," his stomach presses onto yours, and you feel his hard length against you, "if it isn't, then I don't fucking care."

"Daemon," you scold playfully, a giggle escaping your lips.

"Forget about the bloody carriage, it's fine," he groans, and reaching off to the side, he takes a condom, fished from the pocket of his jeans moments before.

"Do the honours." He hands it to you, his face contorting with obvious impatience as you carefully peel the wrapper off. He pushes his silver hair back away from his eyes, straightening himself to give you a better angle.

"Calm down, my love," you tease, pinching the tip of the rubber with one hand, and sliding it all the way down his cock with the other. "There. All done."

"Gods, I cannot wait until I can fill you with my seed. When we can fuck freely, without these annoying contraptions." He positions himself in your entrance, which already glistens with precum.

"Mmm," you bite your lip, not entirely averse to the image he described, "perhaps one day, soon."

"I shall hold you to it," he swears, before swooping down again to kiss you. His tongue collides with yours, your teeth practically grinding against each other in your unabashed hunger. The passion goes straight to your head, and you suddenly bite his lower lip hard, causing him to growl. The almost animalistic sound is enough to make your pussy throb.

"Get inside me," you moan, "Now."

His thumb briefly reaches up to soothe his lower lip, and he collects the faintest hint of blood from the cut. His cock twitches at the sight. His sweet love, wantonly showing him how much she wants him. Needs him.

She has got some fucking Targaryen fire in her. Daemon recognizes a similar spark in you. His innate vanity further intensifies his desire for you, as if it weren't already breaking any and all possible boundaries. Daemon has never wanted anything, anyone, more than he wants you in this very moment.

Who in the seven hells could have foretold that his other half, his soulmate, would be this divine being from a whole other world? This inexplicable creature, sprawled atop this intricate steel carriage. Her legs spread wide, juices spilling from her cunt, ready to take all of him.

Daemon chuckles, the sound reverberating deep in his chest. "As my lady commands."

He enters you, inch by inch, a faint ache spreading through your cunt as it stretches to accommodate his girth.

"Look at me," he steadies your face, with one hand gripping your jaw. When your eyes meet, he pushes himself inside to the hilt, his balls grazing your skin.

A strained moan leaves your lips, your back arching slightly. Daemon's hungry eyes devour the way your body shudders in response, when he pulls out, only to slam back inside you.

"Fuck," you pant, desperate for more, "faster, Daemon. Harder."

Leaning forward, he bends your legs towards your torso, anchoring them on his shoulders. He drives himself even deeper, his thick cock disappearing completely in the depths of your cunt. Again, and again. Your back slides repeatedly on the hood, the sweat causing you to glide on its surface.

Your breasts rock back and forth with his every hard thrust, and Daemon momentarily slows down the pace, to lower his lips down onto them. His tongue swirls on your nipple, sucking greedily, pulling away to breathe a raspy, "Fuck."

When you reach up to touch his face, he catches your hands mid-air, and slams them back down on the hood. His grip on your wrists is firm and unyielding, and all you can do is lie there, as he mercilessly ruts into you.

"Daemon," you whisper, as your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure, his name sounding like a prayer.

"Uhh, fuck," he pounds into you, his balls rhythmically slapping against your backside, "my love. Ñuha jorrāelagon."

My love. That one you know well. You repeat his words, "Ñuha jorrāelagon. "

"Ahh," he grins, "Avy jorrāelan."

He rocks back on his heels, pulling you close. He holds your legs up wide, your feet suspended in the cool air. He fucks you even faster than before, his pelvis blurring in the ceaseless motion.

The look on Daemon's face is something feral, his lips pulling back against his teeth. Strands of his silver hair have fallen in front of his face, partially shielding his vision. He groans, making every effort to bury his cock even deeper inside your dripping cunt.

"Gods," he curses, as you tense around him, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

"Daemon," you moan, heat pooling low in your belly, the throbbing in your pussy almost growing too much to bear, "I'm getting close."

He keeps going, the most unhinged noises escaping his lips, the filthy sound of his balls slapping against your backside echoing throughout the room. His knees scrape against the polished hood, but he does not dare stop thrusting. Not until his lady comes undone beneath him.

"Ah, fuck, fuck," you let out a strained cry, as your juices spill out of you, squirting onto Daemon's cock. Milky white droplets spill onto the red Corvette, sliding along its curve.

Daemon releases his orgasm, one which he has been struggling to hold back so that you might cum first. His cock twitches inside of you, and he collapses midway, his forearms framing your face.

With desire burning in your eyes, your lift your head up to kiss him. He welcomes it, his lips dancing against yours, with soft moans emitted from both of you.

His body grows still, and he slides his cock out of your cunt. He focuses on the kiss, on your hands blindly grasping his face, his hair, his neck.

You pull away to take a breath, looking flushed all over.

"Daemon," you pant, searching for the right words to say. Anything that might be adequate to encompass how you feel. How much he means to you.

"Daemon, I – " Nothing comes to mind. Even I love you does not seem enough. You could say it a million times, and it would never be enough.

He understands the turmoil in your expression. Pressing his forehead against yours, his silver locks falling to frame your face, he professes, "I know, my love. Whatever it is, I know."

The two of you stay there for a while longer, your naked bodies pressed against each other. Basking in the calm, in the glow of your lovemaking.

"I hope we didn't mess up Bobby's car," you say, as your head rests against Daemon's shoulder, his arm lazily wrapped around you.

He only laughs, evidently unbothered. Of course he doesn't care. His tone is wry when he responds, "The bloody carriage is fine. Even if it is not, I am sure Bobby will understand."

You smile at his use of the word carriage instead of car. His Westerosi vernacular can't help but slip through, and you've grown fond of it.

"Daemon," you lean on one side, slapping one hand lightly on his chest, "don't you fucking tell him anything." Of course he wouldn't, but you can't help but jest.

His expression is positively smug, with his head resting on one hand, every bit at ease with himself as he always is, "What? I am certain he will love how I fucked you senseless until your pussy was dripping on his precious carriage."

"Well, fuck," you relent with a heavy sigh, lying back down. "Whatever, then."

Daemon laughs, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you. His fingers lovingly trace your lips, "He will never know. We can fuck on top of every other carriage in this bloody place if we wish to."

"Do you promise?"

His face inches closer to yours, until your lips are flush against his. A minute later, he answers, "I promise."

Daemon knows he promises something more, something far greater.

I promise to protect you. I promise to defend your honour. My heart is now intertwined with yours.

I promise to love you until my heart stops beating. And perhaps even beyond that, in wherever the next realm might be, I will fight to keep you.

Words will never suffice, but he tries, "My love, I – "

You notice the turmoil in his eyes, in the love burning in them. "Daemon," your hand reaches out to caress his face, "I know."

- end of unalloyed -

preview of part three

August 2023

A flash of bright red passes by, your peripheral vision noticing it as if on instinct. You don't look back as you turn a corner, not wanting to see if it is a similar vehicle.

If it is, then that's just fucking cruel. As if the universe is mocking you.

But no matter how much you deny it, every single thing reminds you of him.

Cars. Broken laptops. Your worn-out couch. Old movies. Pizza. Burnt food in your kitchen. Helicopters. Fantasy series and books.

Damn him. Damn him to his ridiculous seven hells.

It has been weeks since Daemon Targaryen disappeared from your life, as easily and as abruptly as he had entered it.

Without a trace, as if you plucked him from your imagination. Except he did leave a mark so indelible it cannot be denied. He left his mark alright, in the form of your broken heart.

You remember the torture reflected in his face, the rage, when his brother came to take him away. You knew how badly he wanted to go home, so you made his choice for him.

You told him to leave.

Stupid girl. You want to go back to that very moment, and scream at yourself to make him stay. You know you should have held him in your arms, keeping him rooted in place. In this world, with you.

But you opted for selflessness. You chose to have your heart broken, so that Daemon can go home. You know that he would have stayed if you only asked.

😭😭😭

Fuck, I should have asked.

I felt like writing this first, so we can see more of their relationship. And so it's even more painful when they will be apart. Enjoy the heartache! Hahahaha.

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Part three will be the final chapter (edit: it isn't 😂) and we'll see these two idiots almost unable to function without each other. Particularly Daemon! + A happy ending?? We'll see.

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday

Taggedby @steadfastsaturnsrings @wikiangela @devirnis @callmenewbie @hippolotamus @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @exhuastedpigeon. Thank you my dears for tagging me 😘💕

Bit of a longer snippet today. Wrote this the other night (before Christmas) when I had a random burst of writing beans and quickly pumped out 1.5K after a shower. It was unexpected and I wasn’t sure if it flowed or was just delirious ramblings, but I think it’s okay?

It’s from Chapter Six of Rival Firefighters 🚒, which is Eddie’s POV. The whole fic will be probably 10 chapters long and I’m excited to be over the halfway mark! Unfortunately I probably won’t be posting until the whole fic is finished cos my anxiety would flip if I started posting and it wasn’t finished yet 😅

Anyways … here you go …

Eddie’s time at the 118 is drawing to a close with only a few days left until he’s heading back to the 136. The mood at the station has been a bit down, the team already mourning the oncoming loss, Buck especially. Their resident golden retriever has been sulking around with his tail between his legs, throwing Eddie the saddest puppy dog eyes.

The thing is, Eddie loves being at the 118 and working with Buck, Hen, Chim, Bobby and the rest of the team. He wasn’t expecting to form such strong friendships here or find the perfect partner, but the 118 surprised him. Even though he’s not officially one of them, they have accepted him as their own.

When Carla had a family emergency two weeks into Eddie’s time at the 118 and Eddie had to go pick up Chris and bring him back to the station, Bobby had welcomed Chris with a warm smile and immediately begun showing him around. Eddie had tried to apologize, explaining Shannon was out of town so he didn’t know where else to take him and Bobby had simply told him that there, at the station with them, was the right place for him and that Buck had filled Bobby in on the situation as soon as Eddie had left to go pick up Chris. A flood of warmth had threatened to bring Eddie to his knees but he’d managed to remain standing, moving forward to embrace Bobby in a hug that showed just how much the small act of kindness had meant to him.

Eddie feels like he’s being torn away from the start of something special, but he also knew coming in that he wasn’t going to be here forever, it was just a temporary gig. He’s got three more days until he has to say goodbye to them. To Buck.

He knows Buck is going to stay in his life despite Eddie leaving to go back to the 136, but he has to say goodbye to working with him. Yeah they’ll probably see each other from time to time on a call and get to work with each other then, but it won’t be the same. Working side by side with Buck every shift is honestly one of Eddie’s favorite things, which is funny seeing as how once upon a time Eddie dreaded seeing Buck on a call.

Buck is funny, knows a whole bunch of random facts and has the biggest heart of anyone Eddie’s ever met. He’s also a giant dork who manages to get himself into all kinds of trouble, like right now Buck has somehow managed to tangle himself up in one of the hoses while doing an equipment check. Eddie shakes his head in exasperation as he makes his way down the loft to help Buck out before the 6 foot 2 lug breaks something.

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[ask-the-critters-survival-au]

So anybody feeling rather nosy today?

Well I finished Kickin’s entire diary a few weeks ago, and since Hoppy never really got the chance to read the entire thing, I thought I’d share it here!

Please note, on the following dates

November 4, 1997

March 10, 1998

September 4, 1998

Kickin does write down some s*icidal thoughts, that may be triggering to some people. I’d advise you to skip past those if they are triggering for you. I’ll mark them with bold text so you know.

Diary is under the cut! Have fun snooping!

August 26, 1995

I found this notebook by one of the kids’ beds. He didn’t use it at all so I figured it was alright to take it! Not that he is here to stop me anyways. I decided to start writing stuff in here! Just whatever I’m thinking, whenever I feel like it, I guess. Whenever I feel like it. God, that is a WEIRD sentence to say. Or write. But it’s true! It’s my life now! Whenever I feel like it! No more stupid employees here! Haha, get wrecked! Losers. Oh, Hoppy’s calling me. I’m gonna go! I’ll write in you again later! I promise! Wait, why am I promising a notebook that I’ll do something?

October 2, 1995

Okay so I kinda forgot about this thing. Oops! Anyways, I’m getting bored. The soccer ball is starting to deflate and we can’t find the pump. This SUCKS dude. Like, I get the prototype is busy doing whatever, but if he’s all powerful like he says can’t he give us some entertainment around here? Like sheesh! There’s nothing to do. I’m so bored.

October 16, 1995

I’m thinking of growing my hair out. I mean, Crafty is doing it! And it’s getting annoying constantly cutting it. It grows back really fast. Maybe I’ll go for a mullet type look! Just maybe though.

October 29, 1995

DogDay’s missing. We don’t know where he went. We tried searching for him but CatNap told us not to. It’s always what CatNap says. Stupid. I’m going to keep looking anyways. I’m gonna find him.

October 30, 1995

Never mind.

January 1, 1996

Hey, new year! It kinda sucks though. We did absolutely nothing to celebrate. Also, big problem. Bobby found out about my secret crush. Oh I hope nobody ever reads this thing. Don’t tell anybody, but I think I like-like Hoppy. She’s just so cute and pretty and funny and spunky and cool and I love it when she talks about outer space it’s so interesting!!! She’s so fast too, like crazy fast! I think she’s too fast though. She beats me at literally EVERYTHING. That’s okay though! I’m gonna keep getting better until I can win! But yeah. Bobby found out. I’m terrified for my life.

January 23 1996

So we’re starting to run out of food. Catnap said to trust in the prototype and that he’s gonna save us and stuff. I call bull. We need food, not a savior! But he said the prototype has a plan, so I guess we’ll be fine. Still though, I’m getting tired of eating moldy salami.

February 6, 1996

Crafty’s starting to lose it. She started nagging me nonstop because she keeps running out of red marker. I’m gonna avoid her from now on. Her drawings are getting weird. Really weird. Like borderline creepy stuff. She’s going bonkers man, I’m telling you.

May 16, 1996

We ran out of food. Woke up this morning to Picky scoring through the rest of our god damn supply. I swear I am going to SCREAM DUDE!! So what if she’s always hungry?! She’s not the only one who needs food to survive! Unbelievable. What the hell are we going to do now?

May 17, 1996

So that was CatNap’s back up plan. Oh my god. I don’t want to even think about what I’ve done today. I recognized him. Who I ate. He was there when I first woke up. Taking notes in the corner of the room on his clipboard. I feel sick to my stomach. How long are we going to have to do this for?

June 2, 1996

Today feels special. I don’t know why. It just does. Also I’m sorry I haven’t been writing in you as much. I’m just scared of getting caught writing in this thing. What if someone reads it? What if CatNap reads it? Will he get mad at me for what I wrote a few months ago about the prototype? Maybe I should erase it. No I can’t do that, I wrote it in marker. I’m going to keep this thing hidden inside my zipper pocket for now, until I find a better spot.

July 22, 1996

There was a freaking execution today. I’m so disturbed right now. It was one of the tiny DogDays. I’m not really sure what he did, but CatNap made us all watch as he ripped the poor guy apart. He said that’s what happens if you are a heretic. That’s what happens if you speak out even the slightest against the prototype. Bubba told me that he thought one of the other minis had tattled to CatNap about what that tiny DogDay did. That’s insane. I can’t imagine any of my friends doing that to me. Would they do that to me? No, I’m being an idiot. They’d never do that. Regardless I can’t let him find this thing. I don’t want to end up like that mini.

August 8, 1996

It’s officially been a full year since the Hour of Joy. It’s weird to think about. How many full humans have I eaten by now? Maybe eight? Ten? Twelve? Twenty? I lose count. I don’t feel anything when I eat them anymore. It’s easier to imagine them without faces. I always cut off the head so I don’t have to see it. On the bright side, we finally found the pump for the soccer ball. Hoppy and I can finally start playing again. I don’t really think either of us want to though. At least not right now.

September 12, 1996

Hoppy and I had another fight today. I’m writing in this thing because Bobby made us separate. I don’t like being mad at her. I want to apologize but I’m scared to approach her right now. I miss DogDay. I don’t write about him much but I miss him. His name is kind of forbidden to even speak nowadays. Picky thinks he abandoned us. I don’t think he did. He’d never do that. But if he did I want him to come back. Everything’s falling apart without him.

January 12, 1997

I’m sorry it’s been awhile. I don’t really know what to write about today though so I’m gonna end it off here.

February 7, 1997

Sometimes I wonder if I should name this journal something. But I’m not very creative when it comes to names. Crafty is though. She’s been really different lately though. She’s gotten really cheerful for some reason. But say the wrong thing and suddenly you’re on the ground. I’m scared of her. I don’t know what’s going on with her but if she doesn’t get that fixed soon she’s going to get herself killed. Or kill someone else. Either of the two. Maybe even both.

April 25, 1997

Nothing to write about today. I’m just not going to. I don’t feel like it. My hand hurts. I think I’m gonna go back to sleep.

June 2, 1997

It’s the weird day again. The one that feels like it should be special. I don’t know what that feeling is. I asked Bubba about it. He knows a lot, I thought he’d probably know that too. He didn’t though. He said he got that feeling too, sometimes. But neither of us knew why.

June 19, 1997

We ran out of food. I didn’t even know that was possible. There were so many humans working in this factory, how did we run out of them? The entire Playcare was in panic today. CatNap calmed us all down. He said not to worry, because the prototype always has a plan. Okay. If the prototype always has a plan, what is it? Because I’m tired of this whole stupid mess! I want to know what it is! Why can’t I know what it is? This is so dumb! The prototype is so dumb! It makes me want to tear all my feathers out!!!!

September 19, 1997

IM SO HUNGRY SO HUNGRY SO HUNGRY SO HUNGRY I DONT KNOW WHAT TO EAT THERES NOTHING I HAVENT EATEN IN SO LONG I NEED FOOD I NEED FOOD. IM HAVING THESE SCARY THOUGHTS NOW I WANT THEM GONE! I DONT WANT TO HURT ANYONE BUT I NEED TO EAT I NEED TO EAT I NEED TO

September 19, 1997

I did it. I needed to eat. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Picky told us how to find food. There’s plenty of it in the Playhouse. Like livestock, just waiting to be slaughtered. CatNap was so mad. But we have food now. And we all know he’s been eating them too. I feel like a monster. They were like us. But Bubba told me it was necessary. We were all going to die if we didn’t. I’m still sorry though.

November 4, 1997

Bubba got gassed. Badly. I’m so worried about him. We don’t even know why, we just walked in the room and there he was, laying on the ground with scratch marks all over him. How could CatNap have done such a thing? He’s sick. Just sick. I’ve been taking care of him now. I don’t want to leave his side. I’m worried that if I leave for a moment that something will happen to him. Hoppy’s been making me stay active. Sometimes she’s the only reason I keep going on. It’d be so easy just to end it all. She’s there for me though. I love her. God, I love her. I never want anything to happen to her. But I know something’s going to happen to her. That something’s going to happen to all of us eventually. When it happens to her though, it’s gonna happen to me next. I promise it will.

November 14, 1997

I found a boombox today. It’s really cool. I’ve been playing it for Bubba recently. He’s still asleep. I hope he wakes up soon. Did I ever mention in here that I like to dance? It’s really fun. It makes me forget about everything that happened. I lose myself in the movements. I don’t really even know how I know how to dance. I never learned it as a toy. I think I’m gonna go do it now though.

December 3, 1997

THAT JERK! THAT HORRIBLE STUPID DISGUSTING DUMB JERK! I HATE HER! I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER! HOW DARE SHE DO THAT TO BUBBA?? WHEN HAS HE EVER BEEN ANYTHING BUT NICE TO HER???? BUT NOOOOO, I GUESS KINDNESS MEANS NOTHING IN THE EYES OF PICKY PIGGY! ALL SHE CARES ABOUT IS HERSELF AND HER APPETITE! I WOULDVE RIPPED OFF SOOO MUCH MORE THAN HER EAR IF I COULD! BUT THEN HOPPY AND BOBBY HAD TO COME IN AND RESTRAIN ME! STUPID! STUPID STUPID STUPID! IM GOING TO KILL HER WHEN I GET THE CHANCE! AND ITS GOING TO BE SLOW AND BRUTAL AND ITS GOING TO HURT!

January 1, 1998

Yay. New year. Yippee.

March 4, 1998

Something bad happened today. I knew it would happen eventually. I think we all did. Crafty finally lost it on the wrong person. She attacked CatNap and then he ripped off her hands as punishment. I could hear every. Single. Agonizing second of her screams. I thought I was used to screaming by now. I guess I was just telling myself that. I hope she survives. That was a lot of blood.

March 6, 1998

What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. Hoppy’s leaving. She just told me she is. Hoppy, Bobby and Crafty are leaving Playcare in a week. They can’t leave. They can’t. CatNap’s going to kill them. He’s going to kill them brutally. And even if he doesn’t, who knows what’s outside of Playcare? Plenty of toys who would be willing to hurt them for food. Hoppy told me to come with them. I can’t go with them. I don’t want to die. But I don’t want them to die. They can’t leave. I don’t want them to leave. But I can’t change Hoppy’s mind. She’s leaving with or without me. How could she do that to me? Just leave me here, all alone with Picky? Bubba’s still asleep. She’s the only one I’ll have to talk to. I don’t want to talk to her. I’m scared. I need to stop them.

March 8, 1998

what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done

March 9, 1998

I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so so sorry. I messed up I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry please forgive me. I keep seeing her. She talks to me in my head now, telling me she won’t ever forgive me, no matter how much I grovel and beg. Sometimes I don’t even think it’s in my head. Am I going insane? You don’t deserve to stay sane. You’re right. I don’t. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

March 10, 1998

The blood won’t come off. It stained my hands. Maybe I deserve that. You do deserve that. You’re right. You’re always right. I deserve it. I haven’t moved from my bed since it happened. I’m hungry but I don’t want to eat. I don’t deserve to eat. Bubba needs me though. At least if Picky tries eating him again there’s nobody to stop me from making her pay this time. I don’t know why I don’t just give up. I should. I made a promise that I would once Hoppy went. Maybe it’s Bubba. Or maybe I’m just making excuses. Maybe I’m just too scared. I’ve never felt so alone before. I deserve to feel alone.

March 24, 1998

I’ve been seeing her a lot lately in my dreams. Always the screaming and then the ear. And then she tells me it’s my fault. I know it’s my fault. But I still don’t understand. Am I selfish for not understanding? Yeah. Probably. But all I ever wanted to do was protect her. I don’t understand why this happened. I don’t understand. Picky’s been avoiding me. That’s fine. I don’t want to see her either.

April 12, 1998

You know what? No. I’m done. I don’t care if CatNap catches me going into the Playhouse. I need to see what’s inside. Maybe she’s inside, and that’s why we aren’t allowed in. I’m going to find her. I’m going to make things right with her. I refuse to believe she’s gone.

July 16, 1998

July. It’s already July. I took that long to recover? Seriously? That was three whole months. Well, I guess loosing an eye will do that to you. I’m still surprised that Picky took care of me while I was hurt. I tried to ask her why but she didn’t respond, so I guess that was that. That doesn’t matter though. He’s alive. He’s alive. DogDay’s alive! He’s been here this entire time, sitting right below our noses and we had no clue! If I can just figure out a way to get him out then he can save us all from this mess! I know he can! I just need to find a way.

July 20, 1998

Bubba woke up. He finally woke up! Oh my god, he finally woke up! It’s been how long, eight months? I’m so thankful. He’s really scared though. He must’ve been through hell. I know from experience the nightmares that stuff gives you aren’t pleasant. I can’t imagine going through that for a whole year. Poor guy.

July 21, 1998

Bubba’s been having trouble walking lately. His legs give out whenever he tries. I guess that makes sense. He hasn’t used his legs in a while. I wish I knew how to give him the proper treatment he needs. Actually, there’s an idea. I should check inside of the school. I’m sure there is something in there about comas.

July 22, 1998

OKAY SO THAT WAS A HORRIBLE IDEA. Not only did I find absolutely NOTHING, but I almost got my head bashed in with a freaking mace! That biology teacher has gone wack. Completely wack. Then again, she’s not the only one. I still hear Hoppy. She still visits me. I’ll be in the middle of something and then I’ll just see her. I think I’m starting to hallucinate. I know that’s really bad. But I enjoy seeing her. Even if all she does is cuss me out. It gives me hope. Hope that she’s not Never mind. I shouldn’t be thinking about that. Bury that nice and deep along with the other scary thoughts. She’s not dead. She’s not dead she’s not dead she’s not dead she’s not dead.

August 8, 1998

Third year anniversary. Or is it the fourth? I don’t feel like doing the math. Bubba can walk again now, but all he does is sit against a wall. It feels like my effort was wasted, if I’m honest. He doesn’t like eating. Or sleeping. He hates sleeping. I tried to give him some books to read that I stole from the councilors office, but he ignored them. Some days he refuses to sleep so badly to the point where I have to knock him out for him to get a little shut eye. I feel bad for him. He doesn’t deserve this. If I could take his place I would in a heartbeat. Maybe if it was me instead of him I wouldn’t have messed up so horribly.

September 4, 1998

It’s one of those days where the hallucinations are bad again. Sometimes I wonder if it even is a hallucination. Am I actually seeing her? She’s looking over my shoulder right now. Watching me write. She looks so real. And the stuff she says feels so real. I want her to be real. I want to hold her in my arms. She just told me if I ever try to do that she’s going to push me off the cloud I’m on. I think she knows I wouldn’t save myself.

September 18, 1998

Bubba’s been getting better. He’s started talking again. Only sometimes though. And he never says much. It’s a start though.

November 10, 1998

I think I just saw Picky chasing Hoppy away from the councilors office. I must’ve just been hallucinating again. She was carrying something though. It looked like a computer? I’ve never seen that before. Probably just another hallucination.

[rainbow-nerdss]

I want to see the 118s perspective of the drunken confessions from black out so bad 😭

HELLO ANON I LOVE YOU FOR THIS. SO MUCH LOVE. YOU HAVE NO IDEA. This has been sitting here in my inbox for a while because I wanted to do it justice, but I had SO MUCH FUN working on this! I present: Chimney's POV of that whole situation from my fic Blackout (3k, E) I may have gotten caught up in my Madney/Dad!Chimney feels for a while there, but who can blame me?

Chimney has always loved having Halloween off work, glad to avoid the crazies, but it's even better now he's a dad, especially now Jee's old enough to have fun with her costumes, and to understand what Trick-or-treating is all about.

He gets to dress up with her, a whole-family pirate ensemble, to pose while Buck snaps way more pictures than necessary of the three of them, and to take her door-to-door around the neighborhood. 

And, after getting Jee-Yun in bed, he heads to Hen's for the grown-up party. 

Buck takes a detour on the way, to pick up Eddie and see Christopher before his first teenage Halloween party. Those are days Chimney isn't looking forward to—when Jee is old enough to prefer spending time with her friends than her parents, when she won't climb on his back and pose for a dozen pictures as they wear matching costumes.

He hopes she never grows out of this.

When Eddie and Buck arrive at the bar together, they're walking in step with each other, Eddie mid-laugh at something Buck has said. Eddie heads straight for the bar, while Buck stands for a moment, watching him before making his way to the booth where Chimney is sitting with Hen, Bobby and Ravi.

Everyone's in a good mood today, it seems, as they order rounds of drinks: beer and whiskey and cocktails. Hen is pacing herself more, but Chimney is pleasantly buzzed, verging on drunk. He's nothing compared to Buck and Eddie, though. They're both pink-cheeked and laughing, pressed together in the booth, practically in each other’s laps.

Bobby makes his excuses just after eleven, telling them all to have a good night, and to stay safe.

“Aww, c’mon Cap! Stay a while longer!” Buck protests, leaning over Eddie to reach for Bobby. Chimney catches the way Eddie’s cheeks turn pink as he looks anywhere but at the denim-clad Buck in his lap.

Bobby shoots a look at Hen, raising his eyebrow. She nods.

So, great, Chim isn’t the only one seeing this.

“Sorry, Buck. Athena’s waiting up for me. I’ll see you at work, okay?”

Buck pouts and reaches for the dregs of his last drink, barely shifting out of Eddie’s lap.

“Twenty bucks says it happens tonight,” Chim whispers, sliding back into the booth next to Hen.

“Those idiots? They’ve been like this for weeks now!” Ravi argues. “I’ll take those odds.”

Hen shakes her head. “They’ve been like this for years. Stop wasting your—” but Hen cuts herself off as Eddie takes out his phone, checks a message and shows it to Buck, whose expression turns ridiculously soft as he drops his head onto Eddie’s shoulder.

“Huh,” Hen says, narrowing her eyes at them. “Honestly, you might have a point, Chim. This isn’t their usual dance. Here’s how it’s gonna go—”

Chim orders a round of shots while Hen draws up the bet in her notes app. 

“This is the last drink we buy for them,” Hen insists. “Otherwise, it gets weird, morally speaking.”

“Agreed,” Chim and Ravi both chime in, and they all shake on it, then down their shots. Buck and Eddie don’t even break eye contact as they drink the shots, but a moment later Eddie is scrambling out of the booth, pulling Buck with him.

“I love this song!” he yells.

And Buck follows him, eyes wide in a way that Chimney wishes wasn’t the exact same expression Maddie gets sometimes, right before they fall into bed together.

He’s going to have to drink a lot to forget that sight, but at least he’s definitely gonna win that bet.

He loses them for a while, getting another drink, showing Ravi the trick-or-treating photos again: “Look at this one!” he coos, showing yet another picture of Jee. “She was looking for the treasure!” 

He only snaps back to the moment when Hen smacks him on the arm, and he looks up, following her eyes to where Buck and Eddie are dancing. The song’s different, but they’re closer than before—Eddie’s hand is on Buck’s chest, Buck’s on Eddie’s waist, and that is probably the most intense eye contact Chimney’s ever seen—and he’s seen Ravi and Lucy attempt to communicate telepathically during a long shift with very few calls. 

“It’s happening,” he whispers. “Hen, come dance with me!”

He takes her arm, and pulls her within earshot of Buck and Eddie—trying and failing to be subtle, but it doesn’t make any difference for all the attention they’re paying to anything but each other. 

“—really pretty,” Buck says, expression dazed.

Eddie blinks at him. “Pretty?” he asks. Buck nods, touching the corner of Eddie’s eye, letting his hand rest there.

Eddie swallows, and Chim squeezes Hen’s arm as Eddie leans in, then muffles a curse as he pauses. He glances over and sees Ravi preening at the edge of the dance floor, but then Buck is pulling Eddie in, and yes, yes there it is!

“They’re kissing!” Chim cheers as quietly as he can, practically jumping for joy while Hen tries to get him to stop. Chim shakes her off, then holds his hand up in the shape of an L, directing it at Ravi, who rolls his eyes.

“I love you,” Chim hears Eddie say, and he whips his head back around to them. 

“You—Eddie. Really?” 

“Of course I do, Buck. God, of course I do.”

Buck pulls Eddie close, burying his face in his neck. The smile on his face is familiar to Chimney: it’s the same one he knows he wears each and every time he looks at Maddie. 

“I love you too,” Buck says. “So much. I…you know, you and Christopher, I think I’d be happy if I did nothing but sit in your house and make pancakes for you both for the rest of forever.”

“Buck, oh my god,” Eddie chuckles, while Chimney pretends to gag at the sincerity. “You know, having nothing but pancakes would probably not be healthy,” Eddie points out, but Chimney can hear the fondness, the love in his voice.

“Don’t care. Not if it makes you happy.”

“You make me happy.”

“Good. C’mere,” Buck says, and it’s all the warning they give before Eddie goes in for another kiss, and this is not the type of kiss Chim wants to see his future brother-in-law, the uncle to his beautiful daughter, engage in, but there’s really no avoiding how much he just goes for it. 

“Fuck.” 

Chimney hears Eddie’s low growl before he’s, thankfully, pulled away by Hen, back to where Ravi is waiting, trying to maintain a scowl over the smile that’s clearly fighting to break free on his face.

“Alright, well, pay up!” Chimney announces, resolutely not looking up to where Buck and Eddie are practically mauling each other on the dance floor—more than five years of sexual tension all trying to resolve itself at once.

He holds out his hand while Ravi grumbles. “Who even carries cash anymore? Can I just venmo you?” 

Chimney rolls his eyes. “Sure, fine, whatever. But you will be held accountable for this, got it?”

There’s a crash to his right, and he turns to see Buck, grinning, out of breath and red in the face. “We’re uh, we’re gonna head out.”

Eddie pops up behind him, mouth latching on to the side of Buck’s neck from behind, eyes hazy in a way that Chim tells himself is just from the alcohol but he knows is probably something beyond that. 

“Get home safe, boys!” Hen tells them. They back off, making their way to the door before Chimney calls after them.

“And be safe in the other way, too!” he yells, earning him a chiding slap on the arm from Hen. He grins. “I think our loser ought to buy the next round of drinks, don’t you, Hen?”

He sticks his tongue out at Ravi, who rolls his eyes, grumbles, but still gets up to order another round.

Chimney doesn’t stay too much longer after that. He orders an uber for himself, and Hen and Ravi both follow him out. He’s the first one dropped off, and he stands on the curb outside his house for a moment, smiling at the little garden, the front door with the lopsided pumpkin he’d carded with Jee, the little bats and spider decorations they’d hung together. 

There’s a light on in their bedroom, which means Maddie’s still awake—probably reading or watching a show in bed. Chimney does a little skip on his way up the porch steps. 

He has so much to tell her.

[crimsonwolf715]

Being Poisoned Is Not Fun

Scott wakes up with his signature headache. He forces himself to sit up and notices that Jean’s missing. He sighs, then drags himself out of bed. He goes to the bathroom and after splashing water on his face with his eyes squeezed shut, he heads out. 

He hears Jean’s voice but he heads in the opposite direction, which takes him outside. The sun is a little too bright, so he puts his hand over his glasses and that fixes it. Scott stares at the trees, trying to find the sense of the peace he normally finds here. 

Rogue jogs over. “Did you hear me, Mr. Scott?” 

“What?” Scott asks, turning his head towards her. 

“Are you okay? You look tense,” Rogue says. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. Where’s Bobby?” 

“Inside getting lectured by Miss Storm for freezing an entire hallway so Logan couldn’t follow him without slipping and falling,” Rogue answers. 

Scott snorts. “That would have been something.” 

“Yeah, Bobby laughed when Logan fell. Miss Jean insisted on checking out his head, even though he heals fast.” 

Scott’s smile slips into a frown. 

“Yeah, Bobby said it should only take a minute but it’s already almost been thirty. Is something wrong? Did I say something?” 

Scott shakes his head, then pats hers. “Nope, you’re good. I’ve just got a headache.” 

“Should you go see Miss Jean?” 

Scott shakes his head again, ignoring the minor pain it brings him. “Nah, it’ll go away. It’s just pressure.” 

“Okay.” 

“Rogue!” Bobby shouts, jogging over. 

Scott cringes. 

“He has a headache, lower your voice,” Rogue fusses, lightly slapping Bobby’s arm. 

“Sorry,” Bobby says, looking guilty. 

“Don’t worry about it. This is nothing compared to how loud some of the kids used to get,” Scott says. “You two have fun. I think I’m gonna head inside.” 

“Okay, I hope you feel better,” Rogue says. 

“Thanks.” He ruffles her hair before walking back into the school. 

After wandering the hallways, he finds himself with the young children. They greet him warmly, so he goes inside. Storm’s in there, encouraging the kids to color and draw whatever they want. 

“Hey, Storm.” 

“Hey,” Storm says. “What do I owe the pleasure?” 

“Just not up to much of anything today,” Scott replies. “I just found myself here.” 

Storm’s pager goes off, so she looks at it. “Can you watch the kids for a bit? Professor Xavier needs me.” 

“Of course.” 

“Thanks.” She excuses herself, then leaves the room. 

Scott takes a seat and watches the young kids coloring. 

“Do you wanna join us, Mr. Scott?” 

“Sure,” Scott answers. 

They hand him crayons and paper, so he starts drawing. He spends more time staring at the paper than actually drawing, but he can’t seem to think of what to add each time he finishes a part. 

“Uh, Mr. Scott?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You’ve been on the same piece of paper for almost an hour. Is it really detailed like Miss Jean’s drawings?” 

“Definitely not,” Scott says. “I just… how do I explain time blindness from a headache to kids?” 

“Scott’s really spacey because his head hurts,” Storm says from the doorway. 

“Oh,” all of the kids say in unison. 

Storm walks over. “That drawing is crap, Scott.” 

Scott sighs. “Yeah, I know. Maybe if I had pencils and a better headspace.” 

“No, your drawings have always been bad. It’s fine because you won’t ever need that skill.” 

Scott shrugs. 

Storm sits down next to Scott. “Have you taken anything?” 

Scott shakes his head. “It’s that kind of headache. There’s no point since it doesn’t help.” 

“Maybe Jean can help you sleep through it.”

“Don’t want that.” 

“Why?” 

Scott gets up. “Walk with me?” 

Storm gets up and the two walk out of the room and start walking down the hallway. 

“Are you and Jean breaking up?” Storm asks. 

“Not to my knowledge,” Scott answers. 

“What does that mean?” 

“It means that I think she’s cheating on me with Logan.” 

“Jean would never do that.” 

Scott turns towards Storm with a harsh expression. 

Storm sighs. “They have seemed a little close, but she’s loyal to you. She loves you.” 

“Then why doesn’t it feel like it?” 

“It’s the headache and the time of year. I know that this is hard, but you have to trust Jean.” 

Scott nods. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Storm.” 

“You’re welcome. If you insist on not going to see Jean, go try to rest in your room.” 

Scott nods again. 

Storm puts her hand on Scott’s shoulder. “I’ll talk to Jean if it will put you at ease. See what she’s thinking.” 

“Nah, I’ll talk to her once this is gone.” 

Storm nods, so Scott heads back to the room he shares with Jean. He takes his shoes off by stepping on the back until they come off, then falls onto the bed. He goes in and out of sleep throughout the rest of the afternoon. He wakes up after the sun has gone down, fully awake with his headache the same. 

That’s weird. Normally this helps. 

He hears the door open, Scott turns and Jean’s standing in the doorway. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she says. 

“Wasn’t asleep,” Scott says. “Nursing a headache.” 

“Oh, is that why I haven’t seen you today?” Jean asks. 

Scott nods, the lie not even bothering him like it should. 

“The kids were so rowdy today,” Jean says as she changes into her pajamas. 

“Were they? I didn’t hear anything.” 

“Like six kids and Logan had to come to get taken care of.” She lies down next to Scott, still facing him. “I missed you today.” 

“Sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry. I should have come to check on you when I hadn’t seen you by one. You never sleep that late unless you were up really late, so that’s on me. I’ll make it up to you when you feel better, alright?” 

Scott nods. 

Jean kisses his forehead and then his nose. He smiles at her. She closes her eyes and Scott turns the other direction. After he closes his eyes, he starts dozing a little. His headache is keeping him from actually sleeping yet, but at least he’s able to rest his eyes. He feels Jean’s hand on his shoulder, which he ignores. After an undetermined amount of time, Jean’s hand moves away from his shoulder. He falls asleep after a while of going through the latest events with Jean. 

Scott wakes up with sharp pain between his eyes. He puts the bottom of his palm against his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut. The pain subsides a bit, so he sighs. He hears a crash outside, so he opens his eyes and looks in the direction of the sound. The pain comes back and it feels like his visor is applying pressure to his temples. He takes them off quickly and burns a spot on his wall before being able to get his eyes closed. 

Scott reaches over to grab his glasses and falls off the bed, his side hitting the nightstand on the way down. Scott tries searching for his glasses with his hands, but can’t find them. He growls and kicks the bed. Pain shoots through his foot and he groans. The pain between his eyes comes back full force and he cries out for Alex. Grief hits him in the chest as he remembers that Alex can’t come help him. Alex is gone. 

“Scott?” The voice belongs to Jean Grey. 

“Jean?” 

“Are you okay?” Jean asks, he can hear her footsteps getting closer. 

“I… I can’t find my glasses,” Scott says. 

“Are you in pain?” 

“Yeah, there’s this really bad pain in my head. It’s like right between my eyes.” 

Jean takes one of his hands and a moment later he feels his glasses in his hand. He puts them on, then hesitantly opens his eyes. Jean’s smiling at him. The pain doesn’t get any worse, but it doesn’t improve. 

“Can you stand?” Jean asks. “I’d like to get you to the infirmary if you’re able.” 

Scott nods, then gets up. His vision blurs and he immediately tips towards Jean. She catches him. 

“I’ll take that as a no.” 

“No, I can get there. Let’s just stick close to the wall.” 

“Okay, but I don’t approve of this plan.” 

“While I appreciate the concern, I can make it.” 

They make it halfway to the infirmary when Scott’s vision starts to black out and his legs give out on him. 

Jean’s lying in bed, playing with Scott’s hair while trying to puzzle out what’s bothering him. She promised him she’d never try to read his mind without permission, but the last couple of days have been trying at best. 

He’s avoiding me. I want to know why, but I won’t invade his privacy.  

Scott wakes up suddenly, sitting upright. 

“Are you…?” 

She doesn’t even get to finish her question before Scott leans over the side of the bed and starts violently throwing up. 

“Scott!” 

Jean grabs his shoulder and he pushes her away. He’s stopped bringing anything up, but he’s still dry heaving. Jean quickly gets out of bed and before she has a chance to check on Scott, he’s stopped dry heaving and he’s lying back down. He’s breathing heavily and she notices that he’s sweating. 

She rushes out of the room and starts searching for anybody that can help her get Scott to the infirmary. It’s early and nobody’s awake. She knocks on Logan’s door. No response. She bangs on Logan’s door and after a minute, Logan opens the door. 

“What?” he asks. 

“I need your help to get Scott to the infirmary,” Jean replies, then heads back to her room without waiting for a response. 

When she gets back into the room, nothing’s changed. 

“What’s wrong with him?” Logan asks as he walks past Jean to Scott. 

“I don’t know and watch out for the vomit on the floor,” Jean says. 

“I saw it before you said something. Not a lot here though.” 

He picks Scott up and takes him down to the infirmary. He puts Scott on one of the beds and Jean goes over. 

“Logan, can you go get Storm?” she asks. “She’s the most likely to have kept up with Scott.” 

“Yeah,” Logan replies, then leaves. 

She starts checking on Scott and he laughs quietly. 

“Want me to take my shirt off too?” he mumbles. 

She laughs and shakes her head. “What I want is for you to stay still and cooperate,” she replies. 

Scott nods, so she keeps checking and she finds a bandage on his upper right arm right below his shoulder. She touches the bandage. 

“Where did you get this, Scott?” 

“While you were gone.” 

“Like for the conference? So several days ago?” 

Scott nods. Storm strides in with Logan right behind her. 

“Is Scott alright?” she asks. 

“No, but we’re trying to figure out what the problem is. Did he go anywhere while I was gone?” Jean asks Storm. 

“He went on a mission with me and Logan,” Storm answers. “He got grazed by a bullet, but Hank patched him up and he was fine.” 

“I think I know what happened then.” 

Jean goes over to Scott and gently shakes him. He taps her hand with a single finger, to let her know that she has his attention. 

“I’m gonna take some blood. I just wanted to let you know so you didn’t freak out.” 

Scott nods, his head lulling a bit. Jean preps him then takes the blood. 

“Do you think…?” Storm asks. 

“Yeah, I think that there was poison on the bullet. It makes the most sense.” 

“I should have thought of that,” Storm says. “He just put me at ease by telling me it was one of his pressure headaches.” 

“Pressure headaches?” Logan asks. 

“Due to Scott’s powers always being on because of the head injury, certain things can cause pressure buildup,” Jean answers, turning to look at Logan. “He has some allergies and those will cause that in small doses. Sometimes stress will cause them. It really depends on what’s going on, but he doesn’t have them often. A handful of times a year.” 

Logan nods. “But it’s not that?” 

“Those haven’t caused him to throw up in years,” Jean says. 

“So it’s not likely,” Storm adds. 

Jean nods, then turns back towards the bloodwork. “Yeah, there’s a foreign substance in his bloodstream. I can deal with this no problem.” 

She starts preparing everything that she needs. “Storm, can you make sure that his glasses stay on?” 

Storm walks over and Jean watches Scott grab Storm’s hand. Storm seems to be whispering something to him. Jean finishes up the drug cocktail in the IV. With a little help from Storm, she hooks Scott up to it. 

“I have to go back upstairs to help Hank and Professor Xavier, but I’ll be back in a little while,” Storm says. 

Jean nods, walking over to Scott. 

“I’m sorry, Jean,” Scott says, his voice hoarse. 

“Hey, there’s nothing to apologize for. It’s not your fault you got poisoned,” Jean replies. 

He grabs her hand tightly, probably tighter than he meant to because it’s a little painful. “I’m sorry that I accused you of cheating on me with Logan. I swear I didn’t mean it. It was the poison.” 

Jean’s taken aback. 

He never said anything to me.  

“It’s okay, Scott. I forgive you. Who’d you tell?” 

“I was talking to Storm. She also said that it wasn’t me, I just didn’t listen.” 

“It’s okay, Scott. I know it wasn’t you.” 

“Thank you, Jean.” 

She sees tears on his face. “Don’t cry, Scott. I swear that I know it wasn’t you. There’s nothing to be sorry for because there’s nothing to be forgiven for.” 

Scott nods. “Sorry I threw up on our floor.” 

“Well that you can be sorry for.” 

“I’ll clean it up.” 

“I’ve already got it handled. You just rest.” 

“Okay. I love you, Jean.” 

Jean smiles. “I love you too, Scott.” 

Scott lets go of her hand and she starts massaging it. Thanks to the drug cocktail, Scott passes out pretty quickly. Jean glances at Logan’s back, feeling guilty at the feeling that sparks up when she does so. She looks back at Scott and brushes some hair away from his face. She gently kisses his forehead, gaining her a childish smile from Scott. She frowns as she sits down. 

Scott opens his eyes and the first thing he sees is Jean’s dazzling smile. 

“Hey, beautiful,” Scott says. 

Jean looks at him. 

“Hey,” she echoes. “How are you feeling?” 

“Kinda crummy, but I’m alright. How about you? How was your conference?” 

“It was alright. I’m guessing you don’t remember asking me the first time.” 

“The first time?” 

“You were poisoned while on that mission with Storm and Logan. It’s alright, it’s been taken care of. It makes sense that you don’t really remember the last several days.” 

“Days?” Scott asks, sitting up. 

Dull pain hits Scott between the eyes and he cringes. 

“Take it easy, Scott. I said handled, not that you’re fine.” 

Scott nods slowly, then lays back down. “I’m sorry, my love.” 

“Why?” 

“I vaguely remember throwing up on the floor.” 

“I already cleaned it up, and you already apologized.” 

“Alright, just making sure.” 

Jean nods. “Get some more rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

Scott nods, then grabs Jean’s hand gently. She gives his hand a squeeze, then he closes his eyes. He falls asleep thinking about Jean, a smile on his face.

[sortasirius]

I’ve been kinda thinking about the finale (as if I ever do anything else) and I have a sort of theory on how it could all play out.

Most of this is spec, some of it is my writer brain, so with that what you will lmao.

With what the 911 on ABC posted on Instagram today, I think it’s fair enough to assume that the councilwoman who was the mother to that guy is about to get involved. That whole thing was kind of just brushed off, and the idea of revenge is being repeatedly being brought up (Amir, even the idea of Doug sort of enacting revenge on Chim while he’s hallucinating), along with the theme of loss and grief (Eddie’s current mess, Amir…again).

I’ve seen several theories saying that she would try to stop Hen and Karen from adopting Mara, and while I can see what they’re saying, I actually think it’s more along the lines of her preventing Hen from being interim captain.

We know something is going to happen to Bobby, with all the stills and bts in the hospital, including the one with the whiteboard that says “R. Nash” on it. And if Bobby can’t act as captain, the usual replacement is Hen, but if Hen is in the midst of this, and the entire 118 is caught up I think it’s plausible (especially with Ryan talking about how Eddie is “isolated” next season) that the councilwoman will basically fight to split them up, citing past cases and insinuating they are dangerous or unfit as a unit. The LAFD brass won’t want to get in a fight with city council and will separate them but won’t fire them. (A compromise they’ll think is good, but we know is terrible).

I personally think that Buck will be left at the 118. With Captain Gerrard. I really get the feeling that the councilwoman may know him and put him back in place there even in spite of his past.

If we think about Buck’s worst nightmare (being abandoned by those he loves) it fits perfectly. Being by himself in his house but without his family, with a new captain that he knows Hen, Chim, and Tommy hated. That’s the worst possibility for him. Throw in a potential fight with Eddie and you have the perfect storm for Buck, something that would be untenable for him long term.

Relationship-wise, I have a couple different thoughts. Either Gerrard being at the 118 brings Tommy and Buck closer together, because Tommy understands what an awful captain Gerrard is and is a shoulder to lean on for him while he has to deal with it (this is preferable and what I want lol).

Or, as much as I hate to say it, it could lead to a distance between him and Tommy, because Tommy doesn’t want to be around Gerrard (don’t blame him) and he can’t be there for Buck because he’s afraid of turning back into the person he tried so hard to escape.

And I don’t think we’d start season 8 with everyone back together. With 18 episodes (bless) they have time to draw out plotlines that they haven’t been able to this season.

If, as I fervently hope, Bobby makes a recovery from whatever happens to him, he’ll have to go through the same retraining that Buck did when he was crushed by the ladder, which would be an interesting contrast for him to be put in those shoes, maybe desperate to get back out to the field but not being cleared, Athena being worried about him the same way he was worried about her after she was attacked, all that.

I think Hen’s big conflict would be that she feels like them being separated his her fault, since she didn’t force the guy to get care. She would be okay in another house, but potentially feel like she’s starting over, just like with medical school.

For Chim, I think his biggest thing would be taken out of the 118, maybe he would be assigned to the 133 as an extra gut punch since it was Kevin’s house? I think there’s something interesting there.

And Eddie. Eddie, who is taking doppelgänger Kim out in public, while bringing his girlfriend to the medal ceremony. Something is coming here, this situation is precarious at best. I highly doubt he will still be with Marisol by the end of the season. At the same time, I don’t think he’s going to be with Kim either. With this photo, it could be that Chris finds out about Kim or something like that. If I had to guess, I would say that Eddie and Marisol are done by the end of 7x09.

I could also potentially see Eddie being left at the 118 and Buck transferring to air support with Tommy, which could be interesting since Eddie was the one to leave last time. But for angst points, I think leaving Buck alone in his house which is suddenly no longer home, but hostile? I would eat that up.

Overall, with all those happy stills we got today, juxtaposed by the way press is talking about the screeners, I would say we’re in for a rough couple of episodes and a rough hiatus too.

[nescaveckwriter]

Smoky Old Barrooms, Saving Grace & Guitars - Chapter Three

A/N: … Y'all this one is just so Awwww we find out what's the matter with Grace, we meet her sister Kelly and her fiancé Benny, and then we see what Dean is feeling and the rest is just beautiful but sad moments. I hope y'all like it, also just a little side note, the song/poem that was used was written by me. Okayz that's it for now my bugs, I hope you enjoy, let me know okay. Love y'all, bye-bye Warnings: 18+ Only Mentions of a medical condition, bit swearing, heartache, Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Benny Lafitte, Grace Tucker, Kelly Tucker Words: 1474 Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google Side Note: Please check out my Masterlist for more, epic stories

Also song is: Charles Esten "Out of the blue" - Yes I am struggling with my Signal, some stuff works the rest doesn't. Xo but anywayz love y'all.

There's melodies playing over the radio station as the Chevy Impala roars down the road, Dean hums with the Led Zeppelin song, as he takes in the early sunrise, he always tries to drive out to the spot where he clears his mind, sometimes with some black coffee, other times with some beer or bourbon, it just really depends on the mood. But this morning he feels lighter, after the last couple of weeks, he met that beautiful woman again, turns out she was the other artist Bobby wanted him to sing with, not that he's complaining, there's something about her, he just can't explain, but her light is so contagious, she seems so carefree so happy. Oh damn and her voice, she sounds like an southern angel. The Radio presenter breaks his deep thoughts.  "And now, what we all have been waiting for, Ladies and Gents, Cowboys and Cowgirls, the one and only Grace Tucker" Dean immediately turns the radio up, what are the odds.

Her sweet voice comes over the speaker, "Howdy Rick," she let's out a soft giggle "I'm so honored to be here with y'all, thank you for having me"

"So tell me Grace, how did you manage it to bring out two albums in a year?"

"I've got a great manager and producer, Kelly, my sister, and if the creativity has a hold of you, you got to run with it"

Laughing now, "It must be fun working with your sister?"

"Yes, she is amazing, she keeps me in line and helps me remember the important stuff, I love her so much, and wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for her, and all of you of course"

"You don't see family working so closely together anymore, so tell me Grace, do you think your new album with reach platinum status?"

Laughing, "I'm not sure, I guess it depends if the listeners will like it"

"Tell us a bit more about your song's please"

 "Well Rick I draw inspiration from everyday situations and experiences, it's mostly about things about the heart you know, we all take it for granted sometimes, but its one of the most complex parts of our human existence"

"I have no words Grace, that is enough to make some of our listeners cry so early in the morning"

Grasping "Oh my, I'm sorry, not my intention, but I love it when it awakens everyone's emotions"

"Miss Tucker, that's the one thing all of your songs, does, so without further due, would you please sing us a little something"

"Oh I would love to, thank you, y'all will be the first that hear my new single" Picking up the guitar, adjusting the microphone, smiling "this one's called, 'No Good No More' I hope y'all enjoy it"

I heard the news today

No use for any further delay

My heart's no good no more What else could I ask for

A few more years Without all the heartaches and tears

A few more memories A few more stories

Could someone please tell me why Why I should leave And say goodbye Help me to believe

In something more than just me Leaving behind what I know, how can this be

I've gotten the news today And there's no other way to say

My heart's no good no more It will never be the same as before

So with one last wave I ask you to keep this memories save.

I will walk away right about now Before this heartache starts to show

The moment her sweet voice stopped, the were hands clapping over the radio, Dean sat there, looking out over the city on that hilltop, he felt mesmerized, that felt so personal, so real and authentic, the question is who would break her heart.

As she walked out of the studio, to the parking space, that's when she felt the old familiar wooziness, heart beating rapidly it feels like a drummer's trying to figure, if he's playing a rock or a love song, dryness in her mouth, croakiness in her throat,  the ground and sky is spinning in front of her eyes, a total blur in front her eyes, trying to get something to hold onto, to steady her in place, but nothing it didn't take long for her body to plunge towards the ground, she just sat there in the middle of the road, trying to find her balance, find strength to get up, but the exhaustion took over, placing her hand over her chest, trying to calm it down, she used the other hand to pull out her phone, pressing down '1' she's got her sister on speed dial, it felt like the phone was ringing forever, her voice friendly "Hey Gracie, what's up? Done at the studio?"

She can barely form audible words, "Kelly, help" is all she could get out, before her world turned dark.

"Grace, Gracie, come on, open your eyes for me please sweetie" Kelly pleaded 

Her eyes started to open slowly, glancing into her sister's brown watery eyes, her voice hoarse "Hey sis, you came" 

Overjoyed "Of course, I came you called, you scared the hell out of me, you know that?"

Coming up to her elbows, realizing she's in her sisters bedroom, the only noticing Kelly's fiancé, "Oh hey Benny!, didn't see you there" looking in her sisters direction again, "I'm sorry Sis, I didn't mean too"

Benny just nodded, when she said hello, but he stays quiet for most of this, he struggles to find the right words, how does he comfort the love of his life, when they all know the inevitable, its  only a matter of time, before Grace says goodbye forever. It broke Kelly when Grace told her, she's in her final stage of heart failure, the doctors said she had a year left, maybe! He's the one who hold's his bride to be, sobbing in his arms every night. This is supposed to be a joyful time for him and Kelly, but instead their heartbroken, he's known Grace for ten years and she's like a little sister to him. He can't deny it, the moments when he's not around Kelly or working he would occasionally break down as well, due to the fact of how unfair life is. No one deserves it, especially not her. Kelly's voice shook him out of his deep thoughts. "Baby, could you please grab a glass of water" nodding "On it darling" Benny said with a small smile curving on his handsome features.

"Grace, you need too take it slower, please, you need to get enough rest"

She just faintly nods, her voice brittle "I'm sorry, I will I promise" Kelly sits down on the bed, wrapping her arms over her sister's fragile body, kissing the top of her head, saying softly "I love you Sis"

Tears streaming over her cheeks "I love you too!" trying too clear her throat she breaths "I'm scared" 

Kelly thumbs away the tears, trying to cover the pain in her voice, "Me too sis, me too" 

Seeing the old man, with his ball cap sitting at the table busy with the contract that was sent him, for Dean's and Grace's duet. 

"Hey Bobby, how's things looking, when can we start with the tour?"

Irritation clear on the old features, "I am not sure if this is going to work boy, Grace's manager has stipulated that the two of you can do the show together, but there will be no touring"

Confused "But why? I thought the whole point of this, was to release an album and do a country wide tour, maybe even world wide!"

"Exactly, I will get on the phone and set up a meeting with her immediately" 

"Thank you Bobby, I really want to make this album with her, I've even started working on a couple of new songs"

Bobby just smiled and nodded.

"Speaking of songs, do you know if everything is alright with Benny, he just ran out, after he had a call from his fiancé and I haven't heard a word from him yet, we are supposed to work on that new song?"

Bobby just shook his head and went on with reading the contract further, making notes about what he wanted to remember. 

Dean just walked out of the office, humming Grace's new song to himself, it's stuck in his head but he doesn't really mind, everything about her is burned into his memory, her sweet angel voice, the stage lights dancing around in her eyes, her strawberry hair flowing in the night sky, and then her lips, wondering what it tasted like, knowing he probably shouldn't , but he's falling in love with her, he felt alive for the first time in so long, new music is running through his veins, as for his heart, it was somewhere between beating rapidly and coming to a stand still. Wondering if she might feel the same.

[bigdreamerpeach]

What about ler bobby lee dogday fic

Hehe ofc!

Here it is

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A Heart full of playtime

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It was a sunny day

The smiling critters wanna play games today like Football, Volleyball or other games. Bubba was reading a book like always , kickin and hoppy are playful fight who is better and strenger, craftycorn was drawing and picky was eating

Anybody was happy ...Well alllost

Dogday

Let us say he was not in a good mod today. He is grumpy and didn't talk that much. The others are Wanderung whats wrong they never see him like this , where is the dogday they know

Dogday doesn't want even hug from anybody

The others are worried about him

" heyyy dogday buddy , how are you? You look a little grumpy."

" i'm fine." Dogday said without feeling

They know the grumpyness from catnap but from dogday? That was new for them

They need to cheer dogday up to see him smile again like always

They all try anything. Bubba tells Jokes , kickin making funny faces, craftycorn draw funny pics. They laughing about it, even catnap laughs ...but dogday doesn't ,not even a chuckle or giggles came out of him

" you guys finish?" He ask a little annoyed

Now..this getting serious, they need someone who always get a smile out of anybody

Bobby Bearhug

She was the critter with the Biggest heart , always there for her friends, always know how to make them feel better.

As the other critters tell her how upset dogday was she wanna help them to get the smile back to his face

She walks to dogdays house and goes inside

" Ohhhhh dogday! Where is my cute puppy friend? Ohh! There you are."

Dogday was laying on his Sofa , under a blanket. he groans as he hear bobby

" leave me alone bobby ...."

" Nuuu i wanna stay."

She jumps on the Sofa, sitting next to dogday.

" where is your smile dogday ?."

All what dogday so was a sigh and covered the blanket over his head. Bobby don't wanna go she wanna help dogday, but ot was not easy this time

Then...

A foot from dogday sticking out from the blanket. She remember for weeks ago where dogday Bubba because he don't wanna wake up. All of the smilingcritters arw ticklish , dogday ad well

She gentle put his foot on her lap , hold the ankle and slide a Finger up and down his sole

Dogdays eyes wide as he feel this. His feet where extremly ticklish, he try so hard not to laugh but bobby know he try to hold it

" come one ~ i know you can't stand this for long."

Bobby plays with his toe beans and scribbles his sole. With any second dogday grinning getting bigger and bigger as...

' HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!BOBBYYYY NOHOHOHOHOH!!!! STOP STOOHOHOOP!!! NOT THERE!!!!."

"Not there?." She sitting now on his back. " how about here?*

She starts tickling his sides and under his arms. This make dogday brust out laughing..

"AAHHHHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!BOBBYYYYYY NO NO NOHHOHO!!! PLEASE PLEEHEHASE!!!!! STOP IT!!!! EEEEE!!!! I CAHAHAN'T!!!!!!"

" tickle tickle tickle tickle~ our leader is so cute and ticklish heheheh , ohhhh how about here ?"

Bobby tickling his neck, dogday try to hide his neck.

" Mhhhmhmg...pfffffkrrr!! Aahmmhmhhm."

" Awwwwwww you cute , oh oh and here?".

She squeeze his rips now , this make dogday crazy.

" EEEEEE!!!! NOT THE RIPS!!! NOT THE RIHIHIPS!!! EHEHEEHAHHAHA!!!! "

Bobby was having fun making dogday laugh , his laugh was so cute , warm and funny , she could tickle him all day , but it was time to stop

Dogay catch air. Bobby lay down his belly.

" feel better ?"

" y..Yeah.. heh...phewww oh my hehehe ."

Bobby cuddles him , he hugs her back , smile

" yayyy your smile is back ! But why you were grumpy ?."

" I...just can't sleep tonight , is was not easy for me ...i'm really sorry for being mean but ... you know when catnap is sleepy hehe."

Bobby starts scratch dogday belly gentle ,making him relax.

After a while ge falls asleep with bobby in his arm, she sleeps too

Bobby knows her friends so good, always know what someone need

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There we go

Its a little short but have fun

[martyrmystik]

I think Tumblr needs to know about my dumbass Poppy Playtime AU I literally JUST made today so uhm... Here's the AU I've been hyperfixating on-

More information under the cut!

This is the first half of the Smiling Critters references (I loved making their designs omg)

Basically to summarize why they are a significant part in this AU:

This is an AU where the Smiling Critters survive, using anything and everything they can to continue to do so. It's a small resistance group (hence the AU name, "RESISTANCE") trying to fight against The Prototype! They still have their dynamics and everything else but they have more freedom to express themselves (hence, the clothes and accessories. And how Kickin' Chicken is wearing two bandana's because yes, he is extra.) AFTER the events of The Hour of Joy. By that time they were like what? 1st-2nd graders considering the experiments that were done? Now they are more like teenagers in this AU since I still follow the plot-line of the actual Poppy Playtime story taking place 10 years later-.

As for how the group works, everybody has their own little role and is in charge of something, they aren't made useless as it is a group based off of teamwork and friendship (despite the casualties.) Here's some of the roles they fall into:

(IF I SEE ANYBODY SEXUALIZE THESE CHARACTERS ISTG. THATS ICKY AND GROSS and I will make sure you get smited by lightning, because even if these guys are aged up THEY ARE STILL MINORS!!!)

Kickin Chicken: The vice president if you will, the leaders right hand man. (Because Dogday is the leader.) He's kind of full of himself but the confidence and pep talks help the team keep motivated, even if he is a bit self-centered

Bobby Bearhug: Assistant to Kickin Chicken (although they have a rivalry.) and also the medic. Is also the one who helps Dogday with anything considering in this AU he still has half of him torn off. (More on Dogday in his own section sometime later)

Hoppy Hopscotch: Basically explores the facility in any area at any time to gather new information on ways to try and get out (all of them are actively looking to escape btw!)

Craftycorn: Maps out stuff (maps, plans, other things) using her drawing abilities, although she also acts as the therapist friend because her art is soothing to others.

Bubba Bubbaphant: THE LITERAL. EMBODIMENT. OF. THE NERD EMOJI. He is a actual know-it-all which can come in handy but that makes him seem like a dick sometimes because of his knowledge.

Picky Piggy: I don't really have anything important to add to her, since I want to keep some of her lore a secret [might be revealed through the ask page I just set up for the AU on my page] HOWEVER she is the chef of the group and is literally the only one that can cook, if anybody else tried they'd all get food poisoning LMAO.

Here's some extra things in this AU that won't go in my other posts about this AU (maybe):

(So take notes if you want.)

- Catnap is redeemed, but it takes a VERY long time for him to get out of "old habits" as I'm going to word it. (Without spoiling too much of what I have planned.)

- I don't know what to plan for The Prototype yet but I'm talking with a couple of my mutuals on discord so maybe I'll figure it out eventually

- Dogday can normally stand and do other things because of the belts he has, however he can't put them on for too long (for like at max, more than 4 hours a day.) because they will wear into the plush, and he needs to put the belts on tight or they will come loose. He only uses such method when the group goes to hunt for food or similar activities, otherwise, he just uses a wheelchair when in the groups safe environment (the Playhouse!)

- This is going to be a shock to some people, but there is NO player character in this AU, not only is this a what if the Smiling Critters survived, but it's also a what if the player character never returned to Playtime Co.! This does come with some issues, like on how the asks are going to work, but trust me, I got everything taken care of when it comes to that!

- There also isn't really any shipping in this AU at all, I'm focusing on the story/friendship dynamics more than that, so if somehow you were looking for Dogday X Catnap this is, unfortunately not the place for that.

- This AU also has the personal interpretation of Dogday being part of the experiments some of the orphanage kids faced, as I don't really vibe with the idea that Dogday might be a Playtime Co. worker??? I don't know, I'm sticking with my idea for now but I will be keeping a close eye on canon if anything confirms or denies it, and I may adjust the AU accordingly if that's the case.

- Future posts may or may not contain other Poppy Playtime characters but the main focus is the Smiling Critters and The Prototype.

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References of Dogday and Catnap are already done but I may wait a bit on Tumblr to see how well this AU is being received :)

(I spent 6 hours on all references in total 😭😭😭)

[charleslee-valentine]

Be My Valentime

Ship: Franknub

Word count: ~2,900

Warnings: Implied abuse

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A piece of printer paper, some paint, and a box of crayons. Nubbins has his supplies laid all out on the table, making a craft very different from his usual string and bone art structures.

It’s for his friend, the next door neighbor. His very bestest friend.

The paper, a little stiff from being painted red, is decorated with little drawings and words that should be special for his friend. Only for him. It’s the kind Nubbins don’t want nobody else to see.

Every time one of his pesky brothers walks past, he lays all his weight on the table, hiding it under his chest and bent elbows. Problem is, he accidentally got too involved in the color of a certain sunflower drawing, he don’t even notice when his twin comes up behind him and peers over his shoulder.

Bobby speaks suddenly loud, right there in his ear, “W-Whatcha drawin’?”

Nubbins’ heart must jump halfway to the ceiling from how spooked he gets, but he don’t give up hiding it, “Nuthin.”

That only gets his brother's interest more. Bobby leans over him more, half his weight on Nubbins’ chair now, “Lemme see!”

Nubbins gnashes his teeth, trying to bite, and argues back, jus’ as loud and echoey in the high ceilinged dining room, “N-No!”

They gets a stern warning from big brother in the next room, “You boys cut that shit out or else I’ll..“

They don’t listen to the whole threat. A single, quiet-as-a-mouse moment passes ‘tween the Sawyer twins. Nubbins looks at Bobby, and Bobby at Nubbins, both of ‘em starin’ hard. It’s the latter that lunges first.

Bobby gets only one teeny corner of the card in his grabby fist ‘fore Nubbins yanks the rest back, crumbling up what he gets and tearing it ‘til it’s nothing but ribbons of colored paper.

A bold smile sits there proudly on his face. His twin though, he looks just kinda confused after watching Nubbins kill his own art piece like that.

“What was that f-for?”

“I-I didn’t want you to see.” Is a solid answer for Nubbins. All that needs said.

Only there’s something else even more simpler running through Bobby’s head. He looks side to side, a few times, ‘fore getting right close to whisper, “W-Was it a uh.. a dirty drawing?”

Nubbins’ face must turn pink as a summer sunset. First instinct that comes is to whack Bobby upside his smug, empty head.

“No! Sh-Shut up!”

Oh but that rotten thought has done planted itself firm, no amount of denial from Nubbins could change Bobbys mind. The asshole just laughs and laughs ‘til he’s turnin’ funny colors too, “It was! I-It was!!”

Makes him so mad he just wants to-

The twins end up in a tussle on the floor. Ain’t the place for it, there in the dining room, ‘cause it’s too close to being caught by Drayton. So’s they take it to the front of the house instead, crashin’ out past the heavy curtains they got hung up to keep the elements out, hot or cold.

Some time in all the chaos, Bubba’d come in to borrow the crayon tin. Really, it belonged to them anyhow, since they was the one t’ find it at the station, when it got left behind by some other little kid.

Their picture was of themself and their pet Missy chicken, with little hearts in their favoritest colors all around. Drayton done took it to place with pride on the wall in the living room, next to all the framed old pictures of the house and family members long since passed, and Bubba’s other art pieces.

That was how the boys got caught still wrastlin’.

Later on, Nubbins is snug in his bed with a bruise on his cheek.

Normally, he’d be grumpy, at least at first while the dumb thing had to settle inta his skin and heal. Not today. Today’s special, and this bruise is kinda funny actually.

Two little fingerprints by his jaw bone, ‘cept’n they don’t look like just that, these here come together and makes a purple-ish blue heart.

Nubbins presses down on it and thinks of all the hearts he’d drawn on his special piece of paper earlier. Of the friend he’d been dedicatin’ all his loves to. He decides he don’t just wanna lay here and think so much no more.

Careful as a mouse sniffin’ poison, he crawls outta his bed and sneaks his boots back on, tryin’ to be quiet so he won’t wake his brother.

Don’t work.

Bobby ain’t need much sleep, but when he’s out, he’s out hard, so he spooks bad. He sits bolt upright, them pale and foggy eyes of his struggling to make much out in a the pitch dark room with the curtains drawn and everything.

“W-Who’s there?”

Nubbins whispers back, lettin’ the first thing that comes to mind spill out, “Ain’t nobody.”

Bobby’s sleepy, equally bruised face scrunches up, “You sure?”

Even though his twin won’t be able to see it in the dark, Nubbins nods. “Ain’t n-nobody but the.. uh.. the dream fairy. Go to b-bed.”

“O-Okay.” Bobby agrees without a care and tosses back in bed, snoring like a damn bear in a cave ‘fore Nubbins even finished the laces on his next boot.

It’s funny, messin’ with him when he’s like that. Nubbins giggles about it under his breath, all quiet so nobody’ll hear and bust his butt again for what he’s ‘bout to do.

There’s a tree close to their window. The boys knows that well, but Drayton never found it out, so they never had to switch rooms. Now that he’s real tall, it’s easy just to open the window a bit and swing a leg out to the branches.

Every time, his stomach drops a little bit, but he’s yet to fall the whole height down. He’s just never successfully climbed the full way down neither. Maybe a quarter of the way there Nubbins tumbles ass first out the tree in a mess of arms and legs all a-flailin’ about.

No way old man would’ve missed a sound like all that, with them branches snapping and such.

Knowing his ass depends on it, Nubbins runs. Like a bat outta hell he runs straight to the neighboring property, finding the back like he always does, and calling up for his friend to invite him in ‘fore it’s too late.

“Hey! Fr-Franklin!”

After just a moment, the window and the shutters swings open. Franklin's head and his pretty, curly puff of hair appears in the opening, “Nubbins? That your little ass down there?”

“Y-Yeh, ‘s me. I-I made you a..a Valentimes.” Nubbins declares it proudly.

His card was for the special day that Franklin teached him all about. A holiday all’s about love and pretty things! ‘Course the first thing he wanted to do was make his best friend a special gift for it.

Franklin can’t accept it yet from all the way up high. He explains, “You gonna have to come up t’ me. I don’t got my chair.”

That’s all the more permission Nubbins needs to grab onto the ivy and scale the house. It’s easy work, after so long of nobody taking real good care of the property. The house is gettin’ better on the inside, but the outside sure is still ugly. Easy to climb on though!

Nubbins half tumbles into Franklin’s window, while he sorts out how to unfurl himself from one last twisted vine, asking up on the state of his missing wheels, “Where’s’d they g-go?”

Franklin smiles, but it’s not one of those weird ones that makes Nubbins feel silly for asking questions. It’s a happy smile.

He points to the discarded wheelchair off to the side of the room, “It’s here. Just c’ain’t get in ‘ere all by myself. Or roll my jolly green ass down the steps, now can I?”

Nubbins’ hands get happy, giggling just at the thought, “Y-You’d look like me, then.”

If Franklin hit his face on the way down, they could match, and have identical little heart shaped bruises. Maybe next beating, it would be a cut, and then Nubbins could toss Franklin down the steps, and they could have matching scars instead.

All of it makes him giggle and shake his hands about it.

But Franklin’s distinct smile has left his features behind. Now he looks concerned, “Damn it critter, who kicked your ass this time?”

“Oh, m-my brothers.” Nubbins explains, not seeing the issue, even less so when Franklin’s expression turns surprised. It’s not new that big brother gets mean. He never understands why Franklin don’t just get that it’s no big deal. So he explains again, “Well it was.. i-it was Bobby first, ‘n then I gots in trouble f-fer the noise a-and Drayton got me good too. S-So I wouldn’t do it again.”

“That’s no good, Nubbins… I wish they wouldn’t hurt ya like that.” Franklin argues anyways.

It’s not even that bad though. Ripping his heart out and stomping on it on Valentime’s is what hurts. Nubbins pouts a little, arms crossed and voice higher, “B-Bobby didn’t mean t’!”

A moment.

“And Drayton?”

Nubbins doesn’t wanna think about dumb old Drayton right now. He refuses to, even.

Silence. He won’t even look at his Franklin. His thoughts gets frantic trying to think of just somethin’ other than what Franklin wants to talk about, anythin’ but that. Then he remembers why he came over.

A tiny burst of happy comes back into Nubbins’ heart, as he shares, “Oh! I r..remembered! I g-got your Valentime!!”

“Let’s see it then- oh.” Franklin watches as the sprinkles of colorful paper are dumped into his open hand in a little pile.

His expression is unclear, so Nubbins feels compelled to explain, feels little tingles of nervous nipping at his spine.

“I-It used ta be one piece, but..but I had to rip it up c-cause Bobby was g-gonna look!”

Franklin looks down at the mess of a gift in his hands. Nubbins gets twitchy and anxious, shifting closer, tapping his fingers, craving a good answer so, so badly.

His best friend looks him in the eye, “Thank you, Nubbins. Really. It’s a good card.”

Nubbins can’t help that he gets excited. He raises his arms up and shakes them, letting out the tension that was building up in his bones. He points to the once-Valentime mess, “It said uh.. well I-I don’t really remember what it said but.. y-you like it?”

“Well sure!” Franklin agrees again, wearing something like pride in his face, mixed with happy.

Nubbins’ movements accidentally bump some of the paper scraps out of Franklin’s hands and onto the floor. He almost freezes, making messes is bad, liable to get his butt beat. But Franklin doesn’t get mad. He laughs, and warns, with nothing but playful in his tone, “Ope, ope, careful now!”

It’s all a lot to feel at once.

Nubbins gets as close as he can to Franklin like this, and lays his head on him, hidin’ from the big emotions behind a soft denim shirt and his own hair. Franklin doesn’t do anything but let him, which is fine and all, but Nubbins wants more. Impatient, he pulls for a second to pick up Franklin’s hand, dumping more paper pieces, and he guides it to his hair. He wants touches.

Franklin gets the hint eventually and pets his hair like Nubbins would pet a sad little roadside critter. Slowly, he eases back down and just lays all on his best friend. Part of him wants to bite the fabric of Franklin’s shirt, but last time he tried that he got a scolding. Instead, he chews on his own hair, focusing on doin’ something instead of feelin’ all the feelings.

It’s eventually Franklin who speaks up, never sermon’ to like the silence too much. “I like it when you visit me.”

That gives Nubbins an idea. Excitedly, he declares, “Y-You could l-live with me, a-and we could be visiting a-all the time!”

“I’m sorry, Nubbins but-“ That’s enough. His spirits already extinguished, his idea squashed. He cuts Franklin off.

Nubbins wouldn’t say he’s poutin’, but he ain’t smiling no more either. “D-Don’t be mean.”

“I won’t… I just… You know how it is. With your big brother.. I don’t really think I’d fit in there is all.” Franklin explains his side soft and quiet, trying not to poke the upset bear maybe.

Too bad. This bear is fully frustrated and ready to pounce, “Stop it. I-I don’t like you sayin’ that.”

That’s the end of it. Franklin does stop just like he asked. “Alright.”

Nubbins squeezes him tighter. He doesn’t like where that left off. Bad, bad thoughts start to replace the happy ones.

His Franklin, his bestest friend in the whole wide world of Texas, wouldn’t never hurt him the way big brother does. ‘Cept’n the worries is still there anyway.

Nubbins doesn’t lift his head, but he asks, “Is you m-mad at me?”

“Nope.” Franklin denies automatically.

Just in case that isn’t the end of it, Nubbins asks to clarify, knowing better than to assume anythin’ his stupid brain can’t comprehend. “Bu..But?”

Not even raisin’ his voice, Franklin just clarifies, “But nothin’, Nubbins. I ain’t mad. Not at you, not ever.”

That there is almost enough to lift his spirits. Nubbins at least is encouraged to switch the subject, “I-It’s still Valentimes, right?”

Franklin sort of shrugs, as much as he can with Nubbins’ weight on him, “I’m pretty sure, yeah.”

When the big feelings come this time, Nubbins don’t extinguish them all out, he puts it into one big action instead of the little ones in his body. Not for the first time, but maybe for the first where it meant something this special, Nubbins kisses Franklin.

It’s just quick, one tiny press of the lips more than anything else. He probably mostly misses Franklin’s too. Don't make it feel any less nice in his heart.

“That your real gift, huh?” Is what Franklin asks, pink in the face and soundin’ a little breathless. Nubbins doesn’t have words just yet. He nods, so Franklin shows his thanks with another kiss, though this one is to Nubbins’ cheek, “Well, thank you.”

Nubbins waits, for just a minute, but gets frustrated quick. Franklin isn’t doing what he’s supposed to.

“Where.. W-Where’s my present?”

“Go get that little box over there.”

Franklin points to the desk he’s got pushed up to the wall on the far side of the room. There’s a little white box no bigger than the palm of his hand with a burlap ribbon around it sits there.

Sneaky as a fox, even though he already got his permissions, Nubbins goes and snatches it up, givin’ it a little shake. It don’t make much noise, so he looks to Franklin, guessing with the limited number of clues what it could be in his head.

Understanding the silent conversation, Franklin allows him, “Go on. Open it up.”

Nubbins pulls the ribbon and sends it falling undone to the floor before either can blink. Maybe from excitement, or nerves, or just from the way he is, his hands shake so much it takes a few tries to retrieve the thin cord of a present from inside.

His face turns sort of blank instead of happy, showing his confusion, “Wha-What is it?”

“A new necklace. It’s some kind of leather so it won’t bust like your old one. Figured you could add your little charms and stuff.” Franklin explains it, but instead of the joy of clarity crossing Nubbins’ face, he only gets grumpier.

He crosses his legs and just sits, right there in the middle of the floor. Poutin’.

Franklin tries really, really hard not to let out a little laugh. This is serious business, even if Nubbins looks adorable like that, “What’s the matter?”

“My dumb old present was br-broke.” Nubbins huffs.

So he thinks a handwritten card don’t compare to a store bought gift just cause it was all ripped up. But he was so bouncy when he got here. Franklin don’t care none, expecting it to not be torn up would’ve honestly been the only thing more unfair’n Nubbins’ current self-depreciation.

“Hey now, it’s alright.” Franklin assures, and seeing Nubbins about to shake his head, only doubles down, “You could always make another!”

That grabs his interest again. “And th-then you’ll have two!!”

Franklin looks at the pile of scrap in his hands. There’s a piece with two little sunflowers on it still intact. He takes it and puts it in his shirt pocket, presses it down, then gives Nubbins his biggest, most loving smile.

“One for hangin’ up, and one for keepin’ close to my heart.”

Nubbins just bursts with big emotions, and good ones at that. His hands flutter like hummingbirds over sweetwater, and he wiggles side to side.

“This is my f-favorite Valentimes e-ever!”

It’s also his first, but that’s not really the point, so Franklin don’t say a word.

His heart’s gone soft for that boy. If he knew it weren't too much to feel at once, he’d tell him he loved him right then and there. Instead, he settles on agreeing about the holiday.

“Yeh. S’my favorite too.”