#but seriously like i love andi but why is he still here he's not even real

[omnipotent-omnicube]

i think if audiologie started actually releasing BL artwork of jun, noa, and andi i wouldn't even be shocked

[ronearoundblindly]

LEXI!!! I need your take on this! I love your every cevans + Bucky headcanons. I tune in every time. You just grasp the characters like no one else. I love your mind.

I saw this and thought it was funny

https://www.tumblr.com/autumnrose40/765173801720987648/omg-lol

How would each of the characters react to you calling them daddy as a joke? And maybe who would be into the daddy kink during actual sex? Like who would be into it.. or not all. Maybe some would only be into it if they thought the reader was so they would just go along but not get any real pleasure of it themselves. I GOTTA KNOW.

Love you <3

Link here. That is so sweet of you to say💜💜💜 I try really hard to differentiate these characters so that we continue to get the experience they are complete individuals. I'm glad it's coming through in the words!

Warnings for inference to smut and bedroom petnames/nicknames. Nothing graphic/explicit. Full disclosure: it's not my bag, personally, so I might not know enough about the 'daddy'-dynamic to be strictly fair here. As with all kinks, there are proper/consensual ways and there are usury ways they manifest.

Ari Levinson

In a surprise development to absolutely no one, oh yes, Ari's very open to it. However, he is 1000% not into infantilization. 'Baby' is a nickname only; he hates the idea of you behaving like a child or treating you like a child. Ari won't do it. (Sorry, I know this is a big thing in fic with him, but I don't see it.) He would enjoy playing it off in public, acting like it's a funny joke, and in private, he would enjoy the sexiness of it. Ari...doesn't exactly have endless patience. He enjoys the obedience that comes with using this nickname since you're normally saying 'yes' to whatever he asked about...plus it usually leads to sex. Duh.

Andy Barber

Even after having children, calling him 'Daddy' has a huge ick-factor for Andy--not even 'Mom'/you can say it without him cringing. If referring to him in front of the kid(s), he'll let 'Dad' slide, but still kinda prefers 'your father' or 'your dad.' There are quite a few reasons he's not comfortable with it, but most of them stem from his job and too much control asserted over various victims. Andy prefers independence and equality in his partners. He's less worried about bad things happening to you if you're adult, aware, and ready to defend your boundaries.

Curtis Everett

Turns around with an amused little 'what?' Gets flustered like the guy in the video. Maybe into it every now and then when things get super hot and heavy in bed, but Curtis isn't gunning for the title by any means.

Jake Jensen

So. many. giggles. Jake will play along but it doesn't fit him IRL. He's not dominant or overbearing or anything else 'daddy' sometimes implies; he doesn't even buy you that much stuff lol! I could see it being used in a smidge of roleplay, but otherwise, nah.

Johnny Storm

He loves the idea but hasn't really earned it, ya know? Like Jake, Johnny doesn't organize anything for control, and I'm sorry to point out but he's not exactly the type to provide much more than a body, some income, and enough emotions to get by as a partner. I get that sounds awful, but you know I'm right. Keeps the nicknames fun and flirty. They aren't TITLES, though, if you catch my drift.

Jimmy Dobyne

Why would you say that? Seriously, why?

He outright doesn't understand. Once you explain, he's appalled, and only if you asked consistently would Jimmy allow it. Doesn't do anything for him personally and isn't something he'd want his friends to know you do.

James Mace

Mace goes very quiet when you first say it, at most a smirk passes his lips. Once you two are home, he'll choose a moment (probably over cooking dinner since he can quickly change the subject if necessary) to discuss it. He's into it if you are (and only if and when you are) but not in public, absolutely never in public.

Lloyd Hansen

Oh, come on! It's practically a requirement, plus his legal name isn't all that sexy to moan in bed. 'Daddy' sounds muuuuuch better. (He's, uh, he's earned it, too. 100%. Just saying.) Lloyd enjoys other people seeing you call him 'daddy' too. Sometimes, he thinks that kind of submission and loyalty sets an example to the randos in his orbit. Very, very into it.

Ransom Drysdale

RoAR!Ran, in-story, has a fantasy that you/women would call him that--coughspoilerscough--but generally, I also see him as a fan of this nickname. Since he's meaner than Johnny, it fits better, though still relatively unearned. Ransom takes sooooo long to open up and connect with anyone that all it is is empty control for a while. It makes more sense that Ransom enjoys this in bed; he doesn't behave much like a sugar daddy or even a boyfriend in public.

Steve Rogers

I don't see a world where Steve gets the conventional enjoyment out of this as any sexual nickname. He's not fond of that kind of innuendo (or degradation) and will launch into a lesson on respect if he hears someone else use it. He isn't a prude so much as it doesn't fit, thus even if you are into it, Steve puts his foot down. Hard pass.

FRI!Steve might be fine when, and only when, he's a real dad. Little grossed out otherwise, but if you refer to him as 'daddy' to your child and then keep calling him that from time to time, he gets it. It's easier and probably slips out just like 'mommy' does for him. Should you say it while you two are intimate, he might ask if you think he treats you like a baby. He would never want to give you that impression.

Bucky Barnes

I could see both ways. Depends on his exact relationship dynamic with you and likely his mood, too. Bucky gets lost sometimes--in both good and bad feelings--so can I see him diving so deep into wringing you dry of passion and pleasure that he relishes the title? Yeah. Yeah, I can. He'd hold you so close as you beg for daddy, but whether you want him to stop or keep going is anyone’s guess. Bucky likewise can dissociate and shutdown to (how do I put this?) conventional humanity. It's not going to make him feel included in the world to call him by a fake title or imply that he is responsible for caring for you. That's overwhelming. Buck needs the simple life; he's just a man and you're just his girl. Nothing needy about it. He doesn't need to take over anything. He just needs to breathe and make it to tomorrow.

Thank you for asking!

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[ghostofhyuck]

Gang AU Series 7

Mafia Boss! Park Jisung x Wife! Reader

Summary: “Do you even know who you married?”

cw: mentions of violence, death, murder, and blood. Jisung is a bit insane here but that’s what makes him hot though. 

AN: I can’t take this seriously because I’m using Andy instead of Jisung IJBOL. 

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You were shaking. Hands cold yet tightly gripping on the gun. You stood there in darkness, silence devouring you and your husband. 

“What? Come on, shoot me,” his deep voice echoed through the void. From the dim light of the kitchen, you can see his sinister smile, teasing, with a smirk on his lips. Nevermind that he’s covered with the blood of whoever he slaughtered, all you knew was that the person standing in front of you is not the person you married. 

“I’m waiting, you know that?” Jisung smiled, even leaning forward, resting his forehead at the tip of the gun. He stares at you cold, and you swore that he became a monster. 

In a minute of silence, no one moved. You couldn’t help but to lightly push the gun forward to him, and yet he remained unfazed. He’s only staring at your soul, waiting for your next move. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, and in a split second, you dropped onto your knees. Your hands still holding the gun, as you tried to catch your breath. You can’t. You just can’t imagine ending the life of your lover. You couldn’t. Not when your love for him is too strong despite the betrayal that he just did. 

Jisung kneels in front of you, his hands grabbing your wrist and snatching the gun away from you. You watched him observe the gun, smiling, “You don’t even know how to load a gun.” he said, placing it at the top of the kitchen counter. 

He glances at you, slightly caressing your cheeks and you couldn’t help but flinch at his touch. “I knew you couldn’t do it,” he whispered to you and you don’t know if he was disappointed by your actions or he was relieved

“I’m sorry Andy…I’m really sorry,” you cried. Tears started to flow only for him to swipe it gently. 

“It’s okay love, I understand why,” he assured, but in a split second, you saw how his expression darkened. “Now tell me what happened here while I was gone.” 

You could only stare, trying to recall earlier events. 

 You didn’t expect that police officers would show up at the footsteps of your door on a random Tuesday afternoon. 

“Is Park Jisung home?” the female police officer asked immediately, you raised an eyebrow. 

“I think you got the wrong address,” you answered. 

“You’re yn ln right?” she asked, and you only nod. “Well then, I guess your husband hid his identity from you.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Can we come in for a minute?” 

Onto the next few hours, you didn’t expect to be interrogated by them. They asked you about your husband, where did you meet him and do you even know what he does in his job. They kept on pushing you for answers but you were clueless about the accusations. 

You told them your truth. You met Jisung at a club in Seoul, he introduced himself as “Andy Park” and said he just got home from studying abroad. You two immediately hit off. Went several dates and became exclusive after a few months. A year into being together and you agreed to marry him. You felt like there’s no need to take things longer since you can see your future with Jisung. He was serious and was loyal to you. You two never fought and had a healthy relationship.

You two have been married for almost five years now. You two promised to focus on each other’s careers, that’s why both of you are childless. You know that Jisung works as a businessman, specifically on human resources, while you’re a freelance digital artist. 

You never suspected Jisung to be working for an underground gang. You were clueless. You told them that numerous times but they were sceptical. You explained that he does arrive home late but you thought that just him being workaholic. You convinced them that you’re innocent, not even knowing that your husband’s real name is ‘Park Jisung.’

“Do you know Prosecutor Seo?” the officer asked. You shake your head.

She gave you a picture of a man in his fifties along with your husband. They seemed to be having a serious conversation. The picture was angled as if someone was watching them from afar.

“I told you many times, I never meddled with my husband’s career. I don’t know him and his affiliations with Andy,” you told them with a serious tone. 

The officers both glanced at each other. The lady lets out a sigh, grabbing another photo of a crime scene. 

“A few weeks earlier, Mr. Kim, a mayoral candidate, was found dead in his hotel room. We suspected that it was a hitman who did it, since there’s no signs of forced entry,” she explained. You only become quiet as she explains it to you slowly. 

“During investigation, we found out that Prosecutor Seo was behind the murder, but in order to not get his hands dirty, he hired Park Jisung to assassinate Mr. Kim.” 

Hearing those words felt as if something heavy crashed onto you. Suddenly everything became blurry to you and you were frozen. You couldn’t believe it. How is it that that shy and sweet husband of yours is behind a murder case. You tried to grab the glass of water but due to your shaky hands, you dropped it, startling the two. 

“I’m sorry…it m-might’ve slipped,” you stuttered. You tried to stand up to get a tissue but the male officer stood up first. 

“This must be a lot to take,” the female officer said with a weary tone. “I’m sorry you have to discover this way.”

“Are you going to arrest him?” you asked instead.

“No,” the officer sternly said. “We were ordered to take Park Jisung out.”

“N-no! You mean —”

“An order from the higher up,” she explained. “I’m sorry but your husband was too stupid for killing an influential man.” 

You only became quiet. You don’t know what to do. You feel defeated, betrayed, and worried by the fate of your husband. You felt overwhelmed by the revelations told to you. You didn’t even notice that tears are starting to stream down your eyes. You couldn’t help but to bite onto your fingernails, a thing that you do when you’re anxious — 

“But don’t worry, we can help you. We know how hard it is to understand things, but I hope you understand that your husband is a criminal,” she said to you with a serious tone. 

“How?” you asked, defeated. 

She only became quiet, placing a gun in front of you. 

“So that’s why you have a gun,” Jisung nonchalantly said. Grabbing the gun once again. “Got to give them kudos for giving you an illegal gun too.” 

“Andy…” you muttered. 

“No more ‘love’? I understand,” he chuckles. Jisung turns around and looks at you, who's sitting at the chair.

Jisung couldn’t help but feel guilty for hiding his identity to you. But it was for the best. He was afraid of scaring you off, that you might think of him as a dangerous man. But Jisung knows that his works aren’t ethical either. He also knew how much you would worry about his work and career if you knew. The underground scene is dangerous and illegal, but Jisung finds solace in that place. It’s no different to their government and leaders. At some point, all of them went running through gang members and bosses for illegal activities. 

And to think that the police officer forced you to kill him was hypocritical. They weren’t any different from him. 

“Look, I’m sorry for hiding this from you,” he said sincerely. “I just don’t want you to be involved with my career, it’s risky and I don’t want to put you in any danger.” 

Part of him was afraid that you turned your back on him. He’s afraid of you leaving him after revealing his true identity. He knows how ruthless and cold he can be, and it’s that side of him that he promises to not show to you. 

“And what!? You’ll continue hiding it from me until you die!?” you shouted, but you were only welcomed by Jisung’s hands on your shoulders. 

“No! It’s just — I fucked up. No, my men fucked up,” Jisung tried to explained. “Goddamn, if only they were more careful with their actions, then this wouldn’t happen.”

“What did you do?” you asked slowly, eyes darting at the bloodstained shirt of his. 

“Just a small punishment for being stupid, it’s not your concern,” Jisung smiles. “I went home like this on purpose because I know what’s going to happen.” 

You only became quiet. Jisung glances at the cupboard, and points at it. “I have eyes everywhere love, I got to be sure you’re safe.” 

“So you knew?”

“Always one step ahead from them,” he smirks. “Now love, I’m going to be honest with you.” 

Jisung gently removes his hands from your shoulders and places them on your hands. Something that he does to make you feel safe. “I know that you’re overwhelmed with everything, and you are having a hard time trusting me too. I’m sorry, and as much as I want to explain everything to you, we are running out of time.” 

You only stared at him for a minute. That assured Jisung that you’re listening. “Any minute now, they might return to our place and take it upon themselves if you fail to kill me. Now, they might also do the same with you.” 

“They told me they will not touch me,” you explained. 

“We can’t be sure about that,” Jisung rebutted. “Now, are you with me? Chenle’s waiting for us at the port. A boat going to Hong Kong is waiting for us. We can start new, hide ourselves from the world, and maybe…” he kisses your forehead fondly. “Have kids now. You don’t have to worry about anything, just trust me in this one please yn.” 

You looked at Jisung, and finally, saw the man that you married. The man that you exchanged vows with and promised you to put your safety against any things.

You thought that you were a fool for marrying him early due to the revelations earlier, but you know that your heart is telling you something else. As you caressed Jisung’s cheeks, you couldn’t help but to smile bitterly as you nod. You saw how Jisung’s eyes lightened up and how his hands squeezed your cheeks. 

“I know that you wouldn’t put me in danger, love,” you whispered to him. 

“Of course I won’t. God, I love you so much,” he confesses. Pulling you for another kiss once again. You couldn’t help but to kiss him back. Eager and longing, as if you two haven’t seen each other for a decade. 

“Pack light okay? Just important things that you need, we need to leave before midnight,” Jisung told you as you two broke the kiss.

You only nod, watching him grab your hands once again, gently squeezing it. That’s when you noticed the sudden change of his expression. 

“Where’s your ring?” he asked. 

“Oh! I placed it on my jewelry box —”

“Good,” he said in a serious tone. “From now on, don’t you ever remove it from you.”

[smiley-mcdoggington]

Andy here again! Can you imagine a scenario wherein Constance and Ford are bickering about Constance going out on a date soon and Ford is doing his whole “concerned brother” act until he gets fed up, picks Constance up in his arms, before pining her hips to the bed, and Constance immediately understanding what Ford wants, opens her legs for him!!!

I just want to see Ford sexually dominating Constance so fucking badly for once I think it would be really hot, especially since Ford is such a dweeb.

-Andy

Hi Andy! <3

And YESSSSS okay so firstly Ford hates Stan's partners in every universe but also the Carla thing. Carla was only seen twice once when Stan was 14~ and once when Stan was like 19~ so in my heart of hearts he had a long-term relationship with her and so in a genderbend she had a long-term relationship with Carlos/Carl so Ford is even more irrational for being protective because they've both known this guy for years--

So she thinks it's ridiculous that Ford has The Audacity to tell her he wants to go with her to the diner she's going to. Just so he can keep an eye on the guy they've known since grade 9. And Ford expects her not to laugh at him for asking for a ride in Stan's car so he can do this. Stan doesn't really take Ford being protective that seriously because she's always been the one standing up for him, it's just how it was when they were younger. After a lot of bickering she just straight up says 'What would you do if he was a creep, huh? Cast fireball?' and Ford can't let that stand she made fun of his favorite TTRPG, DDNMD :( it's iffy on if he can pick Stan up like full princess style because Stan's got heft to her and Ford... Well carrying textbooks has to count for something. But Ford's smart, he's strategic abt it, he shoves Stan into a wall and brackets her, then just drags her thighs up to his hips so her and the wall are technically doing most of the supporting but still hot and why am I overanalyzing weight distribution on a horny post--

Anyways Constance sees her brother in a new light and immediately loves it I mean sure she thought the little pencil-pushing goober was hot but also she likes getting pushed around a little, also it's a perk that Ford's been learning little hand dexterity tricks as a form of teenage rebellion to show off his hands (cue that one die scene) and he's got very big hands---

[ktwritesstuff]

The Babysitter (a Last of Us fanfic) pt. 1

Title: The Babysitter Fandom: The Last of Us Rating: PG (Later chapters will be explicit) Characters & Pairings: Joel Miller x Reader Word Count: ~2,000 Summary: Sarah's babysitter has a thing for Joel. Lovingly beta-read by @bs-fangirl, The Last of Us's number one fangirlie. <3

Part 1 (below cut) | Part 2 (posted 2/2) | Part 3 (posted 2/6) | Part 4 (posted 2/10) | Part 5 (posted 2/14) | Part 6 (posted 4/2) | Part 7 (posted 7/29) | Part 8 (posted 5/13)

Austin 2002

“Hey, Sweetpea!”

You looked up at the sound of your childhood nickname, not sure right away who was calling for you.  In a small town familiarity was de rigueur.  You went to school with people referred to exclusively as Cooter, Biggie, and Ears, so it could have been worse. 

You were waiting for the bus just outside the school cafeteria when your brother, Paul, came over in his football uniform.  He almost never talked to you at school, so you figured he wanted something.  He was old for his grade and had made the varsity team as a sophomore; your parents were over-the-moon.  In your opinion, it had gone to his head.

“You have a dollar?  I want to get a gatorade before practice.”

“Here,” you dug through your purse and fished out your last dollar, rolling your eyes as he sprinted off toward the vending machines without so much as a thank you.

“We’re going to the mall when Andy gets out of practice, you wanna come?” Your best friend, Cheryl, asked.  

“I can’t,” you said.  “I’m babysitting.”  

“Nah,” your friend Mercedes teased.  “She’s got a hot date with Papi Joel.”

“Oh my God,” Cheryl laughed.  “That’s so messed up, stop it.”

“Yeah, that’s super weird,” you laughed along, hoping they wouldn’t notice the blush rising in your cheeks.

The truth was, you had long-harbored a crush on your handsome neighbor down the block: rugged good looks and soulful brown eyes, hardworking, good with his hands, a loving father, the whole package left you feeling weak in the knees.  But you would never say so, not even to your best friend.  As nice as it was to daydream about, you knew it could never happen and admitting it would just make you look desperate and pathetic.

“Seriously though,” Mercedes insisted.  “If you had to pick a dad, he’s primo DILF material.”

“JJ’s dad is kinda hot,” Tina said, stubbing out her joint on the sidewalk ramp.

“JJ’s dad isn’t hot,” Mercedes corrected.  “He just lets us party in his barn–besides, clearly Mr. Miller has ulterior motives. What 12 year old still needs a babysitter?”

It was true, Sarah was getting a little old for a sitter, but Joel still asked you to keep an eye on her.  You figured he wanted her to have another girl to talk to.  Someone older and wiser she could confide in about bullies, to go shopping with her, and teach her how to use a tampon.  On paper, you were a certified good-influence: a church-going honors student, marching band, a literal Girl Scout.  

Joel couldn’t afford to pay you much, but he was a good guy.  He kept your favorite snacks in the house and gave you rides when your daddy wouldn’t let you use the Jeep; last summer he had installed a phone jack in your room so you could have your own line.  More than that, Sarah was actually a pretty cool kid; you liked hanging out with her.

“Seriously, Mercedes,” you warned.  “I know you’re just fucking around, but you can’t talk like that.  Not at school.  That’s the kind of shit that got Mr. Spaden put on a watchlist.” 

“That and flashing sixth period APUSH,” Mercedes laughed.   

“He’s like a widower, right?”  Tina asked.  “Kind of emo.”

Your brow furrowed.  

“I don’t know,” you admitted.  “They don’t really talk about Sarah’s mom.”

“I mean, she has to be dead, right?” Cheryl said.  “What kind of mom would just abandon her kid like that?”

You shrugged.  “Maybe that’s why they don’t talk about her.”   

The Millers’ house was just two streets over from yours.  At 4pm you met Sarah at her bus stop and walked her home.  

“So how was school?” you asked.  

Sarah shrugged.  “You know, it’s school.”

You wrapped an arm around Sarah, giving her an encouraging squeeze as you walked.  

“Guess what I brought,” you said, reaching into your bag for your copy of Clueless on dvd.  “We can make popcorn and paint our nails, give you a little makeover.  What do you think?”

“Sounds good,” Sarah leaned into you. “As long as you use real butter this time.  None of that diet crap that gave me the shits.”  

“Well excuse me,” you rolled your eyes.  “Not all of us can be effortlessly thin.”  

You ordered pizza–an indulgence, but Joel insisted on treating when he had to work late–and put on the movie.  By the time the credits rolled your mani-pedis had time to set, so you brought out your makeup bag and let Sarah pick out a CD to put in the stereo–some twangy duet.  A man and a woman singing along to a surprisingly cheerful tune.

Bye bye love, bye bye happiness Hello loneliness, I think I’m gonna cry…

“What happened to Destiny’s Child?” you asked.

“Nothing,” Sarah stuck her tongue out.  “It’s one of my dad’s.”

You knew Sarah had more alternative sensibilities–even more than yours–and sometimes struggled to fit in.  She didn’t shop at Hollister and Abercrombie, she didn’t have straight hair and pencil-thin eyebrows.  She didn’t even have a traditional family.  Everyone wanted to belong somewhere, but you hoped with a little guidance, Sarah could avoid some of the pitfalls you had faced in high school and figure out she didn’t have to change herself for the sake of others.

“You don’t have to like something just because your dad does,” you said as Sarah took a seat on the carpet beside you.  “You have to decide for yourself–make your own way in the world.”  

“For your information,” Sarah said.  “Loretta Lynn is very punk.”

“Alright, punk,” you laughed.  “We can work with that.”

You gave Sarah a mirror to hold as you dusted her eyelids with sparkly blue shadow and showed her how to apply pencil to her waterline.  

“You’re pretty enough as it is,” you said, dipping a brush into the blush to apply on the apples of her cheeks.  “We’re just enhancing your natural beauty.”

Sarah shifted her seat, her brows furrowing with tension.

“How do you find somebody,” she asked.  “Someone you like and let them know you want to get to know them.”

“I’m sorry, honey, I think I’m the wrong person to ask,” you said with a laugh.  “I haven’t had much luck in that department.  Just be yourself, anyone who doesn’t appreciate that isn’t worth your time.”  

“There aren’t any boys you like at school?”  

“To be honest, high school boys are pretty gross,” you said.  “Why, is there someone you’re interested in?”

“Do you like my dad?”  Sarah blurted out.

You froze; the hairs on the back of your neck prickling.

“What?  Are you being funny?” you forced a laugh, setting down your makeup brushes.  Your ears burned red.  “Of course I like your dad.  He’s super nice.”

“No, I mean do you like him like him,” Sarah pressed.  “Do you think he’s cute…”

“He’s a good looking man,” you stammered, hoping it sounded like it was the first time this had occurred to you.  “You know, for a grown up.”

“He doesn’t have anybody,” Sarah frowned.  “Doesn’t go out..Meet people…Date.  If he’s a good guy and girls think he’s cute.  It’s gotta be me, don’t you think?  I’m the reason he’s alone.”

“Oh Sarah,” you sighed, taking her hands.  “It’s not you.  And even if it were, you’re worth it.  Your daddy loves you more than anything–I wish my parents had half as much interest in my life as your dad has in yours.  You are amazing; you have such a good heart.  So you can’t think like that, okay?  You are enough.  You are everything.”

Sarah nodded and you dabbed her eyes with a tissue before her mascara started running.  

“Come here, let me put on the finishing touch.” You swiped peach-flavored gloss across her lips.  “What do you think?”

“I look different,” she said, observing her reflection in the little compact mirror.  “I think I like it.”  

“You should keep this one,” you said, handing her the lip gloss.  “Color looks better on you.”

Sarah held the tube of gloss in both hands and finally cracked a smile.

“It’s getting late.  You go wash up before bed, alright,” you told her.  “You want to take a bubble bath?  I brought Warm Vanilla Sugar.” 

You waited downstairs while Sarah cleaned up; she changed into her pjs and was in bed by 10:30.  You nodded off on the couch for a bit until Joel came in a little after 11.

“Hey, Sweetpea, thanks for staying,” Joel said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling a $20 out of his wallet for you.  “I really appreciate it.”

He looked tired.  In your half-dozing state, you wondered what it would be like to be the one he came home to at night.  To greet him at the door with a beer and a kiss.  To curl up on the couch together for movie nights with Sarah nestled between you.  To have someone to take care of and someone to take care of you.

“Yeah, of course,” you yawned, rubbing your eyes.  “She’s been good as gold.  Just got to bed about a half hour ago.”

“Let me just say goodnight and I’ll give you a ride home,” Joel said, heading up the stairs.  

You gathered your things while Joel tucked in Sarah.  He grabbed his keys and ushered you outside.  He opened the passenger side door of his truck for you to climb in.  

Joel started up the car and pulled out of the driveway.  His hand was resting on the gearshift.  You stretched, letting your hand brush against his.  He pulled away like you had burned him.  

“Your hands are freezing,” he said, reaching for the heater, turning the dial all the way up.  “It’ll warm up in a minute, put your hands up to the vent.”  

You drew your hands back into your lap, sitting stock-still and ashamed as Joel turned the car at the end of the cul de sac.   

“So how’s school going?” Joel asked, breaking the silence.

“Pretty good,” you nodded.

“You thinking about college, or–”

“Right now, UT Austin,” you said.  

“That’s a great school,” Joel said.  “Close to home.”  You watched a muscle in his jaw flex.

“It’s a guaranteed scholarship once I finish my Gold Award,” you said.  “I’m building a rosary garden for the church.”  That was if the stupid council ever approved your damn project.  Even after you had planted and mulched and hauled paving stones and gravel, they kept insisting you needed to do more.  Apparently anything less than solving world hunger fell short of their expectations–and yet the Eagle Scouts got all the prestige? 

“I remember, you were working on that the last time you came over,” he said.  “How’s it going?”

“Actually, I was wondering if you might let me borrow some tools,” you said.  “I’m building a pergola, you know, to shade the Blessed Virgin.”

You chuckled and Joel chuckled.

“Yeah, absolutely,” he said.  “Can’t let the Blessed Virgin get heat stroke, right?”

“I really appreciate it,” you said, glancing sideways at him.  “My daddy’s kind of useless.”

“Your daddy’s a good man,” Joel said sternly as he turned the truck down your street.  “A good man.”

“I know.”  You stared out the window.  Your father had helped the Millers out after Tommy got arrested at Benji’s drive in for decking some guy for calling him a wetback.  But clearly Joel had never seen your daddy drunk.  “I just wouldn’t trust him around power tools.”

Joel stopped the car along the curb at the end of your driveway.  You held your breath as he reached over you to unlatch the door and push it open.  

“You go on now,” he instructed.  “I’ll watch you get in the door.” 

“Goodnight, Mr. Joel,” you said, sliding down from the seat of the truck.  You were keenly aware of his eyes on your back as you made your way down the driveway.  

You paused with your key in the front door, looking back down the drive before you stepped inside.  Joel was still waiting; you waved at him and he smiled back before shifting the car into gear as you closed the door.

[hadesforpreswrites]

dirty laundry, pt. 2

a/n: here's part 2! i had a lot of fun writing this one! i'm less practiced in writing steamy stuff than i am depressing stuff but i hope you enjoy.

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

genre: idiots-to-lovers

warnings: confession, fingering

word count: 4,119

summary: after a confession, things heat up

part one part three part four part five

“how can someone be so smart and so blind at the same time? i’m basically in love with you, dummy.”

and suddenly everything made sense to y/n. he was right; he always made time for her, even when he was on tour. 

she sat staring at her ice cream as it was melting in the cup. she was trying her best to process the new information, information she had only ever hoped to hear.

noah, on the other hand, was staring at her. he couldn’t believe that he just said that, just like that, on a day like today. 

“you can reject me and we’ll still be fine,” he finally broke the silence.

at this, she turned her eyes to him. he could almost see the question marks swirling in them. “why would i reject you?”

“you’ve been sitting in silence, staring at your ice cream, for the past five minutes, y/n. and i seriously mean it, we’ll be okay.”

“noah, i’m not going to reject you. i just…needed to process for a second because i’m basically in love with you. and i never in a million years thought you’d ever say that. i was content to just hope the feeling would go away on its own. also, you couldn’t have waited until i wasn’t a complete mess?”

“since fucking when?!” he all but shrieked. “i’ve been fighting the urge to tell you that i think about you 90% of the time ever since the day we met.”

“i’ve had a crush on you since the day we met…” she trailed off quietly. “i honestly thought you’d have caught on because of scarlett by now.”

“scarlett knew?!”

y/n looked at him with a dead stare, “we’re roommates, noah.”

“oh, yeah. okay that makes sense.”

a beat of silence.

“also, you aren’t a mess.”

“i’ve been crying for three days straight so my face is red and puffy and i need a shower.”

“not a mess,” he finally put his cup of half-melted ice cream in the cup holder and began to back out of the parking spot. he smiled when he saw her finally take her first bite.

“only 90%?” she asked with a small smirk.

“yeah, well. 5% is bad omens. and the other 5% is olive garden’s endless soups.”

“i’m honored. i thought the soup would be higher.”

“used to be. but then some girl had to waltz into my life.”

“i’m pretty sure i was dragged.”

“how much do i take up in that pretty little head of yours?”

“89%.”

“breakdown, please.”

“5% is ice cream. 5% is dedicated to school. and the last 1% goes to how fluffy ruffilo’s hair is.”

“cool cool cool. note to self: shave best friend’s head.”

“go near that man’s hair with anything remotely looking like clippers and i’ll never speak to you again,” she said, jokingly.

“ouch,” he feigned hurt by grabbing at his chest while sitting at a stoplight. 

“can i…ask a favor?” she asked as the light turned green and they started moving.

“you can ask me anything, anytime.”

“can you stay tonight? i think scarlett had made plans and she won’t go if i’m alone. unless you have plans already, of course,” she said, almost too quickly for him to process the question. 

“of course i’ll stay with you. i was kind of thinking about it anyway,” he answered. “let’s swing by my house first so i can grab some clothes. your favorite person is probably there by now too.”

“jolly?” her voice sounded hopeful.

“no, ruffilo. would you stop calling my bandmates your favorite person? i’m starting to get a complex.”

“i mean, if we’re completely honest with ourselves, my all time favorite person is andy.”

“why does he get number one?!” 

“i’ve known him longest.”

“but you’re in love with me. so i should be number one.” he still couldn’t believe his luck.

“i don’t think that’s how that works,” she put her now empty cup in the free cupholder.

“it is 100% how that works,” he said, pulling into the driveway of his house. 

he heard her unclick her seatbelt before he threw the car in park. when he turned to scold her, he found that she was already turned in her seat, looking at him. she was looking at him in a way he had never seen before. he slowly unclicked his own seatbelt and looked at her with a furrowed brow.

“i just…want to try something,” she said quietly, blush creeping up her neck.

“what’s that?”

as she leaned toward him, he felt himself leaning toward her, meeting her halfway. his eyes widened in shock as he felt her lips meet his before they fluttered shut and he cupped her cheek with a tattooed hand, deepening the kiss.

she pulled back slowly and placed her forehead to his. “you ever feel the need to try that again, you just do it. i’m game,” he said with a smile, causing her to laugh.

“let’s get your stuff,” she said in reply, starting to pull away from him. he stopped her by pulling her by the back of her neck back to him and kissing her again. she giggled into it and said against his lips, “noah.”

“that’s not gonna make me stop, doll,” he didn’t care how she said his name, just that she did.

“i don’t want to make out over the center console of your car,” she laughed again.

“well, fuck, get in the backseat then. it’s pretty spacious,” he said with a hint of seriousness. 

she fully pulled back from him and playfully slapped his chest. “it’s not like you’ll never see me again. you’re staying the night.”

“oh yeah. what’re we waiting for, i have clothes to grab.” he finally turned off the car and jumped out. 

she was shaking her head while laughing as she reached for the handle to the car door. she suddenly heard the door locks click. she looked up at noah who was standing at the front of the car, glaring at her before walking the rest of the way to her side. he unlocked the car and opened the door. “you’re no longer allowed to open doors.”

“but i’m perfectly capable?” she countered as she stepped out into the now brisk air. she shivered. 

“you are. but i’m taking over that role now,” he said, throwing an arm over her shoulders and pulling her to him. he kissed the side of her head as they walked to the front door. 

“what if you’re not there?” she asked as he unlocked and opened the door to the house. 

“nonsense. why wouldn’t i be there?”

“tour?”

“isn’t your program online?”

“what’s your point?”

“you can just come on tour. problem solved.”

“yeah! you should totally come on tour!” they heard a swedish accent ring out at them.

“jolly!”

“y/n!”

he was standing in the living room with his arms open as she ran into them. he swung her around, causing her to laugh. noah looked on at the scene with a small, appreciative smile. after the hell she had been through and then the last few days, she still had the ability to laugh. he knew then that she would be okay.

“you two carry on, i’ll just go get my stuff.”

“you do that,” jolly said, jokingly dismissive, causing noah to roll his eyes as he took off up the stairs. “ruffilo! y/n’s here!”

the guitarist walked in from the kitchen with a drink in hand, with folio in tow. “there she is! we were starting to think noah locked you away.”

“locked myself away, really,” she said, sheepishly. 

“don’t do that, we like having you around,” the drummer said, pulling her into a hug.

“so much so that you should totally come on tour with us!” jolly reiterated his statement from earlier.

“i can’t go on tour with you! who would look after scarlett?”

“scarlett’s a capable young woman,” jolly countered.

“to you she is, you don’t live with her.”

“fair. fine, she comes too.”

“it’ll be a family road trip with music,” ruffilo said with a laugh.

noah smiled to himself as he listened to the four of them have a back and forth while he packed his bag. he decided to pack enough clothes for a week, just in case she needed him that long. really, it was him that would probably need her. he was forever grateful that his bandmates and y/n were so close, it certainly made his life all the easier. 

when he finished, he took the stairs two at a time down. “come one, doll. scarlett probably thinks i kidnapped you.”

“didn’t you though?” folio asked, smirk playing on his face. 

“she came willingly.”

“he bribed me with ice cream.”

“that’ll work every time,” jolly laughed.

“speaking of ice cream,” noah had a sudden realization. “mine’s melting in the car.”

“it’ll do that,” ruffilo stated. he was the closest to y/n out of the other three members of bad omens. he knew something was off with her, he could see the tear stains on her face even in the dim light. but he didn’t say anything, just threw a look to noah when no one else was looking. noah threw one back in response as y/n stood up from the couch and hugged the three of them. 

“seriously, consider it?” jolly asked of her about tour.

“i’ll consider it,” she promised as she walked toward noah who was holding out his hand for her. 

no one batted an eye as she linked their fingers together and waved goodbye.

back in the car, she laughed as she looked at the melted puddle of ice cream in the cup. “you have milk soup.”

“yeah, well. a pretty girl said something about being in love with me and that took precedence.”

she coughed, choking on her laugh. he shook his head as he threw the cups away in the dumpster outside the house before taking his seat in the driver’s seat. 

the drive to her house was relatively quiet, the radio playing quietly in the background. his left hand gripped the steering wheel as his right laid on her thigh. she was tracing the ink that littered his skin on his hand and arm. 

there was an air of apprehension in the vehicle, not thick but there. he’d spent the night at her house many times but never under these circumstances and usually on the couch. would he default to the couch or would she invite him to sleep in her bed? he decided he didn’t care, as long as he could check on her whenever he needed.

when they pulled into the driveway of her house, they noticed that andy’s car was missing but scarlett’s was still there. it was still a couple hours before her plans so she was probably getting ready.

noah grabbed his bag and opened the passenger door, holding out his free hand to her as she stepped out of the car. they walked through the still unlocked front door and were met with the sound of music permeating the house, sounds that meant scarlett was indeed getting ready.

noah started toward the living room after they took their shoes off at the door with his bag but felt a tug on his arm causing him to look back at y/n. “where you going?” she asked. 

“couch?”

“you can put your stuff in my room, it’s okay.”

he beamed at her as they walked down the hall. he entered her room as she stepped into scarlett’s to let her know the plan. 

he set his bag on the bed and wandered around, looking for the plug for the lights. when he finally found it, he turned the blue lights on and felt a weight suddenly depart from him. it felt more normal now. he straightened the piles of books on the floor and put the clothes he found there in the hamper in her bathroom before settling on her bed and fumbling for the remote to the tv.

y/n peeked around the corner into scarlett’s bathroom, silently asking permission to enter. it was granted, it’s always granted.

“there’s light in your eyes again, my love,” the other woman turned and pulled her into a hug. “remind me to thank the boy. and the inventor of ice cream.” 

y/n laughed, causing scarlett to smile brightly. her best friend was going to be okay.

“so,” y/n started as she absentmindedly started picking up various makeup that was scattered on the bathroom counter. “noah’s staying the night.”

“i figured.”

“and i might have kissed him.”

scarlett’s arm dropped from her eye. “YOU DIDN’T?!Y/N!”

“i did,” she hid behind her hands.

“and?”

“and he kissed back and before that he said he loved me and i confessed to him. it was very sweet.”

“FINALLY!”

the two women heard a knock on scarlett’s closed bedroom door. “yes?” she called.

“is everything okay in there? there’s a lot of yelling…” noah trailed off. 

scarlett took three big steps to the door and pulled it open. “listen here, singer boy. just because i happen to enjoy your friendship does not mean i won’t end you so help me god.”

“help me out here?” he looked to y/n, who was sitting on the bed, smiling at scarlett’s antics. 

“i told her.”

“oh, that makes more sense now. i got a nearly identical speech from the guys when i told them just now.”

“good,” scarlett said, heading back to the bathroom to finish applying her makeup.

“now both of you, out. this requires concentration,” she held up a false eyelash.

“love you,” y/n said as she walked out the door.

“love you more,” scarlett replied as the door shut.

“you two have the strangest relationship,” noah said with a laugh as they entered y/n’s room again.

“yeah, well,” y/n said as she rummaged through her dresser for clean clothes. 

“hey, before you go in there,” noah started, realizing that she was about to take a shower. “where on earth is your remote?”

“oh! it’s in the pocket of the long pillow,” she walked to where she was laying when he first found her today and plucked the remote from the side pocket of the pillow and handed it to him. 

“thank you, doll.”

she hummed as she shut the bathroom door. he heard the shower speaker turn on and music start to pour out of it as the water turned on. he smiled when he heard her singing along to “like a villain” and laughed when it was followed by a bts song which was followed by the doors. that was one of the things he loved about her, she didn’t care about genre when it came to music, she just liked what she liked. 

after about 30 minutes, he heard the speaker turn off and the door open. he was met with steam rolling into the bedroom.

“christ, woman, did you commune with satan in there?”

“not this time. just needed to feel clean.”

“and do you?”

“mhmm,” she said as she flopped on the other side of the bed. “you turned my lights back on,” she observed.

“is that okay?”

she rolled over to look at him. the tear stains were gone, her eyes were brighter than earlier. “definitely.”

he let whatever he put on the tv play in the background as he slid down to lay down facing her. “do you feel better?” he asked, quietly as he combed through her damp hair with his fingers. 

her eyes closed at the contact. “so much, thank you.”

“it’s all you, doll.”

“no, it’s not. it’s all of you guys.”

he smiled and pulled her to him. after another 30 minutes had passed there was a quiet knock at the door. he turned, just enough to see scarlett poke her head in. y/n lifted her head, eyes groggy from falling asleep, and placed her chin on his side as she too looked at her best friend.

“i’m heading out. i don’t know when i’ll be home tonight, if i’ll be home tonight,” she wiggled her eyebrows. 

“get it, girl,” y/n said sleepily, causing the other two to laugh.

“take care of her, yeah?” scarlett said to noah.

“of course. have fun.”

“oh, i intend to,” she cackled as she closed the door. 

“she really is her own character,” noah chuckled.

“she is. but she balances me out.”

“i can see that. go back to sleep, doll,” he kissed her forehead.

“no,” she said defiantly. 

“no?” he cocked an eyebrow as she looked up at him.

“no,” she placed a hand on his cheek before placing her lips to his again.

this time was less tentative on both their parts as they moved in sync, deepening the kiss. she started to lean back, pulling him on top of her. he moved with her, letting her lead, knowing she’d stop them when things went too far for her. 

he let one of his hands wander down her side, stopping at her hip. he felt her hook her leg to his waist and let his hand continue to the back of her thigh, holding her there. he groaned when she moved against him. he kissed down her jaw, down her neck, and lightly bit the hollow spot, causing her to gasp.  her hands were in his hair as he sucked on the hollow of her neck where he had bitten. he ground his hips into hers, his covered hardness finding her clothed core. she moaned at the contact, spurring him on. he kissed back up her neck and found her lips again, their tongues fought for dominance, his ultimately winning as she moaned again as he ground his hips into hers again. he kissed down the other side of her jaw and to her neck, giving her some breathing time.

“noah,” she breathed out.

“do we need to stop?” he asked, breathing hard. 

“no, not yet.”

he looked her in the eye, her pupils were blown and he could feel her breath on his face. “you’re not just saying that, are you?”

“no. i need…” she trailed off.

���what do you need, baby? you need only ask, i’ll give you anything you want.”

“i need you to touch me, please,” she whined.

“because you asked so nicely,” he sensed there was more to her request. “what else do you need?”

“no need, just want.”

“well, what do you want?”

“your shirt off.”

“done,” he sat up and pulled the garment over his head and threw it to the ground. his eyes fluttered shut when her hands started to trail down his torso. after a moment he grabbed both her wrists in his hand and held them above her head. a brief thought entered his head, “is this okay?”

she nodded.

“words, baby. words.”

“it’s okay,” she breathed out. 

“good girl,” he purred as he leaned down to connect their lips again. his free hand traveled under her shirt. she moaned in his mouth when he started to massage her unobstructed breast. she whined when he rolled his hips into hers once again. she let out a breath as he moved his hand down her stomach toward the waistband of her shorts. he let his fingers slip just passed the elastic and stopped there. he looked at her, her eyes closed as she tried to control her breathing. “still okay?”

she nodded again.

“baby,” he warned. 

“still okay,” she let out a shaky breath as she opened her eyes to look at him. he saw no hesitation, only a softness he had never seen before.

he nodded and, still looking in her eyes, allowed his hand to travel further into her shorts and under her underwear. tentatively, he ran a finger up her folds. she was so wet, his finger was instantly coated. he reveled in the fact that it was him that made her this wet. he slowly pushed his forefinger into her, watching for any change in her body language. after pumping his finger a few times, he asked, “think you can take another? use your words like the good girl you are.”

“yes, noah,” she said, looking him in the eye as he started to insert a second finger. her breath hitched at the stretch, her eyes screwed shut. when she breathed again it came out shakier than before.

“baby,” noah started.

“it’s okay. i’m okay,” he wasn’t sure if she was saying it to him or herself.

“baby, look at me,” her eyes slowly opened. “this does not have to continue right now.”

“no, it’s okay,” she smiled at him, her hand pulling free of his constraint and caressing his cheek. he leaned into her touch before he continued his ministrations inside her. 

her hand made its way to his hair, she tugged ever so slightly every time she clenched around his fingers, causing him to moan. when her breath started coming out in short bursts, he let go of her other hand which quickly attached itself to his bicep, her fingernails digging into his inked skin. she let out a whine with each breath. he could tell she was close.

“it’s okay, baby. let go,” he whispered in her ear. and she did, the sound she made he wanted to hear for the rest of his life. he pumped his fingers in her as she rode out her first-ever orgasm. “look at you, my sweet girl, so beautiful,” he said as she started to come down. 

he pulled his fingers out, not breaking eye contact as he brought them to his lips. his eyes shut as he relished the taste of her on his tongue. one day, maybe not so far out, he would be able to taste her from the source; he almost couldn’t wait.

“woah,” she breathed out, causing him to chuckle.

“woah indeed,” he said as he pressed his lips to hers in a short kiss before rolling over to the other side of the bed to catch his breath.

she turned on her side, facing him, and brushed the hair that had fallen on his forehead. he hummed as he felt her fingers on his skin.

as if he had forgotten something, he sat straight up. “i need to take a very quick, hopefully, shower.”

“but,” she started. “why?”

he looked at his lap and back at her with a cocked eyebrow. she followed his eyeline and blushed. “oh. i mean, i could…” she trailed off. 

“as much as i have dreamed to feel your hands or mouth on me, and believe me i dreamed, i think it’s best to do this one step at a time.”

“oh,” was all she said as she looked away.

“doll, look at me,” he pleaded, she did. “if you still want to tomorrow, i’m all yours. hell, i’m all yours anyway.”

“promise?”

“promise. on olive garden’s never-ending soup, i promise,” he said with a faux seriousness causing her to giggle. “now, you watch whatever the hell is on the tv and try to go to sleep. i’ll be right back.”

“‘kay,” she said as she turned to the tv.

he made the short distance to the bathroom and shut the door. leaning his back against it, he smiled, giddy. then he looked down and sighed. “i must be an idiot,” he said to himself as he turned on the shower. ”girl of my dreams practically begging to touch me and i turn her down,” he said as he stripped and stepped into the shower.

he hissed as he wrapped his hand around his aching member. at least he didn’t have to conjure up a fantasy this time; he just thought of a few minutes ago. her head tilted back, mouth open, fingers digging into his skin. he pumped himself until he came and watched the result wash down the drain before washing himself, using her products.

when he emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel because he forgot his shorts, he saw her curled up on top of the blanket fast asleep. he smiled to himself as he rummaged through his bag in search of shorts. 

once dressed, he climbed into what he is now deeming his spot and pulled the blanket out from under her and placed it over the two of them. he wrapped his arm around her and she moved so her head was on his shoulder and her leg was thrown over his.

he went to sleep with a smile on his face that night.

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (64)

*How Dr. Gaul’s Reaping Day Speech went*

Coryo: *enters Heavensbee Hall* Ugh. I’m tired.😞 I should’ve waited for Seji Pie’s car to pick me up.

Clemensia: Snowy! Snowy, over here!

Festus: Coryo, my bro, they’re serving posca today!

Coryo: Free posca?🥹

Festus: Yeah! Free posca!

Felix: And a scandalously tasting lamb!

Coryo: Nice! Let me just grab a plate real quick.

Lysistrata: No need! You can have my plate instead.😊

Coryo: Thank you, Lizzie. You’re the best.

Lysistrata: Of course I am.

Felix: Try the lamb stew first. It’s really delicious.

Coryo: Well, don’t mind if I do-

Clemensia: Bestie, are you sweating right now?

Coryo: Yeah.

Clemensia: Did you walk from your place to school again?

Coryo: Unfortunately.

Festus: I thought you and your darling boyfriend decided to take his car to school today?

Coryo: I thought so too. However, Strabo Plinth happened.

Felix: Did your Seji Pie stood you up because of his scheming father?

Coryo: No, not really. Ma called me earlier and said that her two beloved idiots were having another shouting match about the Hunger Games again.

Festus: Why though?

Clemensia: Its Reaping Day, you child.🙄

Festus: Reaping Day?! That’s today?!

Clemensia: Obviously.

Festus: But I thought today was Flower Power Friendship Day!

Coryo: ✨FPFD✨ was last month, Creed!

Festus: Oh. My mistake. Now I feel bad for wearing my glow in the dark sunflower suit for this solemn event.😞

Coryo: Well, at least you’re not wearing your blinding mirrorball suit like last time.

Festus: To be fair, I thought we were celebrating ✨Glitter Glam Dance Dance Baby Day✨, and not Highbottom’s Killer Kids Game.

Felix: But seriously, Creed, stop wearing your weird suits every Reaping Day. People might think that you’re being undeniably churlish and disrespectful.

Festus: Fine! But no promises.

Androcles: At least you’re not wearing inappropriate short shorts like Heavensbee-

Hilarius: My Reaping Day short shorts are classy and iconic, Andie! They even make my long luscious legs look fabulous.

Androcles: I disagree.

Hilarius: But-

Urban: Honestly, Hilari, Anderson is right. Your Reaping Day short shorts just make you look like a stupid kinky whor-

Lysistrata: Watch your profanities, Ban Ban.

Urban: You’re not my mom!

Lysistrata: Thank Panem for that.

Hilarius: My short shorts are beautiful!

Androcles: Doubt.

Coryo: *sighs* I wish my Seji Pie was here right now-

Sejanus: *suddenly appears and hugs Coryo from behind* My love, I’m finally here!

Coryo: What’s wrong, Babe? Why are you crying?

Sejanus: You have to help me fight my evil old man again!😭

Coryo: Fine. Let’s go.

Felix: May the odds be ever in your favor, brother.

Coryo: Thanks. *walks away to confront Strabo with a crying Sejanus*

Lysistrata: Poor Sejanus. He’s going to make a scene again, isn’t he.😔

Clemensia: I hope not.

Felix: But he probably will.

Hilarius: I’ll bet 50 bucks that he’ll throw his chair at our poor innocent screen again.

Festus: Like last year’s Hunger Games?

Dennis: Lol. Last year was wild.

Androcles: Last year was awful.

Urban: What do you mean by awful Last time I checked, we don’t watch the Hunger Games.

Felix: True. We have agreed to stop watching Highbottom’s Killer Kids Game for good because of poor Coryo’s mental and “feral” breakdowns.

Urban: Don’t forget about Apollo Ring’s endless crying and crazy Monty’s death screams.

Androcles: Of course I know that, Ban Ban. We all know that.

Dennis: To be fair, the blood and gore will only trigger our irreversible war traumas again.

Androcles: But that still didn’t stop rich boy Sejanus Plinth from throwing his chair at the screen last year.

Felix: He also threw mine.😢

Dennis: And mine.

Clemensia: Well, unlike the rest of you, I’m the only one who doesn’t have an irreversible war trauma-

Dennis: Yet. You don’t have one yet! But someday, you will!😀

Androcles: Eventually.

Dennis: Definitely.

Clemensia: Is that a threat?

Dennis: No. I just have a strong feeling that this year, you’ll finally develop one that will make your boring life more interesting-

Androcles: Just like the rest of us!

Clemensia: I would rather stay normal and boring.

Dennis: Don’t you want to connect with Palmyra Monty-

Clemensia: No.

Dennis: Or understand Persephone’s crazy behavior?

Clemensia: No.

Androcles: But Percy Price is great! I mean, just look at her sniffing and asking those unlucky students over there if they stole her “delicious” Maid Stew again.

Persephone: *is running wild all over the place* Where’s my Maid Stew?! Give me my Maid Stew! Festus, my love, did you hide my precious stew?! Weewoo! Where’s my stew?! Arachne, you b*tch! Give me my stew!

Festus: Not again.😞

Arachne: I’m so calling the Peacekeepers after this.

Felix: *sighs* I just hope that this year will be peaceful and productive for everyone-

Arachne: But you.

Felix: Don’t jinx me, Crane! I’ll curse you back!

Arachne: Lol. You can try-

Felix: I hope you’ll wear an ugly neck brace for the rest of the Hunger Games!

Arachne: Ha! Like that would ever happen-

Felix: Just you wait, Crane. Just you wait!

Clemensia: Yup. I would rather stay normal.

Hilarius: So. . . Who wants to continue the betting?😊

Urban: Fine. I’ll bet 70 bucks if Plinth throws at least 2 chairs at Dr. Gaul today.

Pup: A hundred if one of those chairs “accidentally” hits Highbottom.

Hilarius: A thousand if Highbottom blames poor Coryo for not defending him against Plinth.

Pup: Hilari, I thought you said that you don’t have any money left to bet since the day that your creepy old man froze your weekly allowance for good-

Hilarius: That’s why I’m betting.

Pup: You do know that your odds of winning are pretty low, right?

Hilarius: That’s why I’m betting everything.😎

Pup: Well, good luck being homeless and penniless before this day ends.

Hilarius: I’m not homeless! I’m just temporarily displaced and having indefinite sleepovers with Festus and his pet rats!

Pup: Please don’t tell me that you’re sleeping inside Creed’s rat infested dumpster-

Festus: Heavensbee is currently sleeping in my rat infested dumpster.

Pup: How the mighty have fallen.

Hilarius: FYI, Pup, Creed’s old dumpster was cozy and comfortably-

Lysistrata: Dirty.

Gaius: Yo, can I bet too?

Coryo: *joins the group again with a now happy Sejanus* Guys, please stop betting on my boyfriend’s random outbursts and anger issues.

Urban: Why?

Coryo: He will cry.

Sejanus: I will cry.

Festus: 20 bucks if Seji Pie yells “you’re all monsters” at the teachers again.

Sejanus: Double it.

Coryo: Festus, don’t encourage him!

Festus: But I need money.

Coryo: We all need money!

Sejanus: I have money.😀

Hilarius: Can I borrow-

Sejanus: No. You’re not my Coryo.

Hilarius: Sad.😢

Prof.Sickle: Children, sit down! We’re officially starting!

Felix: But we’re still eating-

Prof.Sickle: F*ck your lamb stew! Sit down!

Felix: My Gran Gran will hear about this.

Coryo: Let’s get this over with and go home to your place, Babe.

Sejanus: Will you hold and comfort me when I cry again, my love?🥺

Coryo: Always.

Festus: Front seat! Front seat! I’ll take the front seat!

Felix: Coryo, let me sit next to you-

Lysistrata: Me first!

Hilarius: No, me!

Apollo: Weewoo! Excuse me!

Diana: Bro, share the chair!

Androcles: Scooch over, Hilari! I’m sitting next to Felix.

Persephone: Festus!

Festus: Yes, my love?

Persephone: Sit on my lap!

Festus: Really?

Persephone: Sit on my lap now!

Festus: Yes, my queen!

Hilarius: Yo, Urban, can I sit on your lap?

Urban: F*ck off, Heavensbee.

Sejanus: Coryo-

Coryo: I’m already sitting on yours, Babe.

Sejanus: I know that and I love it, my love!😍 Every bit of it! Every single minute!

Coryo: Babe-

Sejanus: You can even sit on my lap forever!

Coryo: My love-

Sejanus: And ever and ever!

Prof.Sickle: Children! Children, for the love of Panem, please act normal today!

Palmyra: Define normal-

Dr.Gaul: *enters the scene* How tantalizing to see all your shining young faces on this auspicious day-

Androcles: Is this day really auspicious?

Felix: *is still holding and eating his lamb stew* Nah. This lamb stew is more auspicious than her.

Everyone: *snickers*

Gaius: Nice one, Class Pres!

Prof.Sickle: Children, quiet!

Dr.Gaul: *glares at Felix* I am Dr. Volumnia Gaul! Your humble Head Gamemaker-

Hilarius: She ain’t humble though-

Prof.Sickle: Heavensbee!

Hilarius: Just saying.

Dr.Gaul: *glares daggers at Hilarius* In charge of the War Department and all its affiliated concerns-

Festus: *stands up and praises the heavens* Thank Panem! Thank you, Panem! She’s not in charge of the Food Department!

Prof.Sickle: Creed-

Festus: *turns around and faces the crowd* Hip hip!

Everyone: Hooray!

Festus: Hip hip!

Everyone: Hooray!🥳

Festus: Hip hip-

Prof.Sickle: Creed, sit down!

Festus: I was just-

Dr.Gaul: *suddenly throws a chalkboard eraser at Festus* As I was saying, you stupid brat!

Festus: You were saying?

Vipsania: Wow. He just said that.

Diana: Creed is so brave.

Juno: And stupid.

Domitia: Definitely.

Livia: Lol. Somebody is getting another demerit again.

Festus: And it’s not gonna be me-

Prof.Sickle: For the love of my sh*tty salary, Creed! Sit the f*ck down and shut up!

Festus:. . .

Everyone:. . .

Prof.Sickle: Dr. Gaul, please continue.

Dr.Gaul: As I was saying, I’d broken free of my laboratory today-

Coryo: That was a big mistake.

Sejanus: True.

Felix: I concur.

Dr.Gaul: What is wrong with you?!

Coryo: Sejanus, my love, she is bullying me again!

Sejanus: Felix, give me your chair!

Felix: No.

Hilarius: Don’t be a coward, Class Pres! Give him your chair!

Felix: No! Sejanus will just throw my poor innocent chair again!

Hilarius: I need money!

Sejanus: I need a chair!

Hilarius: *stands up* Here! You can have my chair!

Sejanus: Ew. No. I’m not touching that.

Hilarius: Why?!😭

Sejanus: You know why!

Hilarius: Sleeping in a dumpster for 3 straight days doesn’t mean that I’m permanently filthy!

Festus: My pet rats disagree.

Prof.Sickle: Dr. Gaul, please continue!

Dr.Gaul: To examine you!

Apollo: Me?

Dr.Gaul: Yes, you! The leaders of the next generation-

Apollo: I’m going to be a leader?

Urban: I hope not.

Dr.Gaul: *is now giving everyone her infamous death stare* I won’t be around forever after all-

Clemensia: Thank Panem.

Felix: Thank you, Panem!

Diana: Panem is good!

Gaius: All the time!

Lysistrata: Penam is good?

Apollo: All the time!

Sejanus: My pockets are full!

Coryo: All the time!

Androcles: My grades are sh*t!

Urban: All the time!

Palmyra: My cooking is good!

Everyone: No!

Prof.Sickle: *is now losing her mind* Children, please! I’m begging you! Be normal! Be f*ckin’ normal! Just for today! Dammit! Just for this f*ckin’ day! Heck! Do it for me! Do it for your favorite teacher!

Livia: She’s not my favorite-

Prof.Sickle: I really really need that f*ckin’ salary raise, you monsters!😭

Dr.Gaul:. . .

Everyone:. . .

Felix: This lamb stew still tastes scandalous though.

Io: Felix, please-

Felix: Just saying.

Dr.Gaul: Highbottom was right! I should’ve retired years ago!😩

[moonmeg]

Hi!! I Love Love Looove! tdaac! Thank you so much for making it!

I have a lil question, I’ve become quite attached to Silvia and Andrew, do you have any stories on how they met? i love them! They’re absolutely adorable!

Thank you again!💛

They frequently saw each other (or at least Andrew saw her) at the market. Silvia was always at her mothers' stand helping out. They didn't talk much though because Andy was too nervous because Silvia had so many other admirers and it was no secret she had them.

(Art from an instagram Q&A session last year!)

He did try wooing her every now and then and Silvia actually liked that he did but Andy was a bit clumsy and awkward every time he attempted to flirt with her, which made him believe he's lost any chances with her.

Little did he know Silvia actually found it all endearing and cute. However, Andy was pretty much discouraged :(

They kept seeing each other at the market but Andrew did all he could to avoid her. It wasn't until she visited the workshop commissioning a carving from Andrew specifically that they talked again. Or rather, Silvia tried to maintain a conversation while Andrew was still much embarrassed. She kept visiting again and again for weeks.

"I must say, Andrew, I am quite disappointed."

"Oh? Oh, I'm sorry, if you don't like something about the carving I can-"

"The carving's not the problem. You are."

"Me? Why?"

"I thought you'd ask me out by now. I'm coming here almost daily waiting for you to flirt with me again and ask me to go on a tryst. I'm getting quite impatient."

(bright red) "Huh???"

"Oh, well, guess I have to do it myself then. Andrew Clawthorne, would you go on a tryst with me?"

"You?? And me?? On a date??? Y-you mean that seriously?"

"Meet me at the fountain this evening. 6 o' clock. I'll be waiting there. But you better not leave me waiting there for long."

And well, the rest of the story writes itself 🤍

Thank you so much for your kind words, it means so much to me! I'm also so happy to hear Andrew and Silvia grew onto you 🥺

[punchitmrsulu]

Hi I'm new to the walking dead for the Rick and michonne show! I want to watch where should I start? Can I ask who is Jessie and why was he miserable? It just seems like such a fun fandom there's so much lore I kinda want to know everything. How far back should I go to get the full story from the actors and everything? I kind of live for the kind of stuff lol. But it's OK if it's a lot to explain. I thought about just spending a few days digging through the tag as far back as I could go. This show and all the gifsets and all the fun everyone is having kinda has me obsessed a little bit. But should I watch the whole series? It's eleven seasons lol.

I'll explain it all to you, no problem! I'll just warn you there will be a few spoilers though, ok? It's kinda hard to explain without them, so if you don't want spoilers, don't read on.

Listen, Rick and Michonne aside (who are awesome, amazing, perfect) The Walking Dead is a REALLY good show all around. It's honestly got some of the best writing I've ever seen on TV. So, if you like TV shows and you're looking for a good one, I'd advise you to watch it all from the beginning. It is indeed a lot but it's gonna go by so fast, because it's so good, you won't even feel it. Seriously, all of the characters, the dynamics between them, the bonds they all forge, the development of the characters, the relationships, the narrative, the found family aspect of it, it's all chef's kiss. And Rick and Michonne is like the cherry on top. It's like, in case you thought we couldn't make things even better, here's the best couple of all time for you, enjoy.

Now, focusing on just Rick and Michonne, I'd still advise you to watch it from the beginning so that you can FULLY appreciate it when they finally get together. Cause we have Rick's relationship with Lori (his dead wife) in the beginning of the show, which was just not good at all, she never had his back, so when he finally meets Michonne and she becomes his partner in every way, even before they fall in love, it's just got a different flavor when it finally happens, you know? Cause everything he has with Michonne is the complete opposite of what he had with Lori, and it's glorious, and you can see why they were made for each other and are soulmates, so unless you see that relationship first, it's not gonna have the same impact in my humble opinion.

As for Jessie, and Andy being miserable about Rick's storyline with her on the panels, Jessie is a character (the most generic character you can possibly think of) that shows up closer to the end of season 5, before Rick and Michonne get together, and she's on the show for 14 episodes. Rick is kind of having a bit of a breakdown at this point and he develops a little thing for her but nothing really happens between them. They only share one very chaste kiss, which is shown from a distance. You see, Jessie's kind of a stand-in for his dead wife at this point in his storyline. Her fragility kinda reminds him of her, her husband is abusive and so she's someone he can save like he couldn't save his wife. She's like a second chance for him to save his dead wife, that was her whole purpose.

But the whole thing is just very forced and stupid and nobody wanted it, everybody was already shipping Richonne then for a long time, so it made NO sense. And at the time, the marketing for the show was really pushing this whole Jessie thing, so Andy's miserable on all the panels where that storyline is brought up because he had always wanted Rick and Michonne together, even his mom wanted it, both he and Danai (the actress who plays Michonne) have both said they were always playing romance when it came to Rick and Michonne, and it's very clear from the writing that that's where things were headed, so again, this Jessie person made NO sense. So, on the panels, whenever the Jessie storyline was brought up, Andy would usually keep his head down, hiding behind his hat and wouldn't say anything, wouldn't express anything, only the actress playing Jessie talked. He really just wanted to forget that storyline was a thing at all, it was bad enough he had to play it.

But thankfully, like I said, nothing really happens between them, she's in it for just a few episodes and then Michonne becomes his entire world.

Now, if you only want to watch starting from the point where Rick and Michonne meet, that's right at the end of 3x06. And if you only want to watch from when they get together, that's 6x10. It's still gonna be awesome and amazing, but like I explained, you might not get the FULL experience.

It is indeed many seasons but the first one is only 6 episodes long and from then on, each season is about 13-16 episodes long.

I hope I was able to make things clear for you and if you have any other questions, just ask, I'll be more than happy to answer!

[sidetable-drawer]

So there's actually only ONE Hallmark Christmas special that's legitimately pretty good and out of everything it's based off of those greeting cards 60-year-old coworkers buy each other:

I was scouring YouTube for some weird/bad Christmas movies and specials to riff on with friends this year when I stumbled upon it. It went direct-to-video in 1999 and IIRC hasn't been released since. I have no idea if this even aired on TV (most likely on Odyssey/Hallmark Channel in the early 2000s but IDK). Expecting a 30 minute ad for the Hallmark Store (seriously, Maxine and Floyd were inescapable there in the 90s), I was actually pleasantly surprised by it- for starters, Everett Peck, who created Duckman, was helming it (and I recognized some Klasky-Csupo names in the credits). Most importantly, Tress MacNeille voices the title character (using the Agnes Skinner voice no less)...and she does an AMAZING job. You can tell she was having a blast with this and now when I see these cards I can't unhear Tress. She's a legend.

Anyway it's a pretty standard Christmas Carol spoof so it's nothing TOO special but I really wasn't expecting to relate to the old lady on the boomer cards so much. They even gave her a "start of darkness" caused by her childhood friends being materialistic assholes which soured her view on people in general (I totally get it). They had to add a ton of new characters to this obviously (which makes me wonder if this was also a backdoor pilot for a primetime cartoon or more specials that ultimately never got picked up), and they gave Maxine a neighbor kid named Billy who's kind of close with her and he's all "my parents said I could invite anyone to the Christmas party so I'm gonna pick the old lady next door who hates everyone" and she even defends him when some kids are throwing snowballs at him (by proceeding to throw snowballs at the other kids) and honestly it's actually pretty adorable. They reminded me of Slappy and Skippy Squirrel and I'm sad we never got more of it. There's also a hilarious "spoof aesop" at the end which is basically "yeah, be nice on Christmas but you can be a miserable asshole every other day of the year!", so they're clearly not taking things too seriously here. I love it.

The main downsides are that for some reason Andy Dick has a voice role in this because IDK it was 1999 but at least he's not in the whole thing, and the only other real downside is that you can tell nobody seemed to know what the target audience for this was. The special itself is pretty PG rated; it's family friendly ENOUGH but there's one bit where Maxine threatens to flip Andy Dick's character off (which is a very appropriate reaction to him in general) and most of the humor is aimed at an older audience, meanwhile the greeting card franchise it was based off of are sold primarily towards the 50-and-up crowd and contain light swearing and innuendo (meaning nothing kids would be buying or receiving), and then this was released by a VHS company primarily for kids (Family Home Entertainment). So I can kiiiiinda see why this didn't take off since they seemed to have no idea who to aim it at (which I also blame on the "it's a cartoon so it MUST be for kids!"), but while nothing classic, is still pretty damn good. Maybe we need more of these (and PLEASE have Tress come back) and less of "successful white single career woman in the city goes back to her childhood home in the country and meets some white guy who convinces her to have more Christmas spirit and leave her successful high-paying job so she can be a housewife".

Also Floyd. Look at this dog. I love this dog.

[sebastianstansqueen]

Lost In The Shadows: Part Eleven

A/N: I’m gonna try and be more frequent, start giving me Ideas for what type of series you want to see next, i’m curious and finished writing this one so lets see if I can start getting parts out more frequently, If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,749

Warnings: angst, and hospital stuff, some sadness i guess, I don't want to spoil unless yall figured it out, if I forgot anything let me know please!

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As Bucky’s eyes began to open he realized that there were too many bright lights that made it so he didn’t want to open them, he heard a woman and a man talking seriously. Slowly he began squinting them open. He looked at both people, one sounded like Y/n, and the other was someone he didn’t know, his brows pinch together and as he takes in the room he slowly realizes that it was the bedroom, this is when his eyes fully open he realized that this was a hospital room. “We’ll talk more about this another time.” Y/n’s voice sounded irritated as she told the man that, before he left. When she turned around her eyes widened, at seeing Bucky awake. 

“Bucky, are you okay?” She rushed up to him, worrying, filling her eyes as she looked at him. 

He nodded. “I’m fine, I think, who was that guy?” His head tilts as he looks at Y/n with confusion.

Y/n’s brows furrow. “Andy, you know Andy, remember he brought me home when I got really drunk and then we had to kick Wayane out.” She remembered, but Bucky was pulling a blank still so he shook his head. “He was literally at our wedding.” Y/n’s brows furrowed. “Okay, I’m going to grab a doctor to make sure you're alright.” Y/n was confused, Bucky knew Andy so why didn’t he remember him? Her brows were furrowed until she got back to the room. The doctor did a physical, explaining to Bucky what had happened to his left arm. “You seem fine, but if something odd does come up one of you let me know.” Y/n didn’t want to say anything about the Andy thing, yes it was odd but nothing she thought needed immense worry. 

When the doctor left Y/n turned to Bucky, she could see the shock written on his face when the doctor showed him his arm, and when he explained the accident, and it still was there. “Are you okay?” Her voice didn’t show as much worry as much more sympathy. 

He nodded. “Uh, yeah I think?” He said in thought. 

“I know it’s a lot to take in especially when you've just woken up, do you want time alone?” She would have understood if he did. 

He shook his head. “No, I want you here.” He squeezed her hand softly. 

She sighed nodding. “I need to tell you something that I think we should do, and so do our family and friends.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed. “Okay, What is it?” 

“It’s why Andy was here, they think we should leave the states for a bit because of what happened, there hasn’t been an attack on a family head in years.” She explained to him, but the more she went on, the more he seemed confused. “What is that look for?” 

“What are you talking about, family head, attack, and why the hell would we need to leave for a car accident?” He asked with pure confusion. 

“Bucky, what the hell are you talking about? You know this, your family even is a part of this, you were supposed to take over before you handed it over to Thomas, you told me that.”  Y/n spoke with worry once again.

“I don’t know what you're talking about either?” He was continuing to be confused. 

Y/n moved closer, looking around to see if anyone else could hear. “The mafia.” She whispered with gritted teeth. 

“The what!?” Bucky yelled. 

Y/n stood up and walked out of the room, shock and worry fully consuming her. “Don’t say a word till I get back.” Y/n was going to find a doctor, this was definitely odd. She explained what she could to him. “There are certain blankes in his memory.” She paused thinking for a second. “I think I need to contact my personal doctor for the rest of his care.” She wouldn't be able to talk to this doctor about what was actually wrong. 

“Mrs.Barnes, I don’t think that is the best Idea, now if you explained to me what it is, I can possibly help, what is this specific memory?” The man asked.

Y/n made sure her demeanor turned Ice cold to this man, her posture fully changed and so did the look on her face. “I want my personal doctor for this situation, otherwise, we’re going to have a problem, I think you don’t want that.” Her voice completely sounded different when it changed to her stern tone. 

“I-I’ll see what I can do.” He stuttered. 

 She nodded. “Good.” She turns, pulling out her phone, calling Bruce, when he answers she explains everything that is going on, he agrees to come and see Bucky and to help diagnose him. Then she texts Bucky’s family, and Steve to let them know he was awake, then she waits for them so she can explain. 

Steve and Sharon were the first to arrive. “Steve, I need to talk to you alone about this, without my sister.” 

Steve nodded, about to follow Y/n, Steve was stopped by Sharon. “Y/n, whatever you're going to tell him you know you can tell me.”  

Y/n became quickly irritated by that. “It’s to do with my husband so I can tell whoever I want, come on, Steve this is very important.” She began leading him away once again but was stopped by him, planting his feet. “What now?” She looked at both blonds.

“You can do it infront of her too.” The blond says with slight defensiveness.

Y/n huffs. “Fine, you can be left in the dark about your best friend.” Her jaw clenched as she when into the room, wanting to get away from Steve and Sharon. 

When Bucky’s family came, they went into the room first finding Y/n, and Bucky. “James.” Winnifred spoke softly Y/n saw tears welling in her eyes, as she hugged her son happy he was okay. 

Y/n and George looked at eachother,she stood up and he along with Thomas followed her. “What’s going on?” Thomas asked. 

Y/n looked at both men. “James doesn't remember anything about ‘the business’, not even the fact that I’m the head of a family, he doesn't remember that he doesn't remember Andy, I don’t know what’s going on, I’m waiting on Banner to say anything to a doctor, because I don’t want to say anything to anyone here.” She explained, beginning to ramble out of stress. 

“Okay, you're doing exactly what you should so far.” Thomas told her, wanting to calm her down. “Did Andy tell you what we were thinking?” 

Y/n nodded. “But I don’t know if it's a good idea if James is suffering from brain trauma.” 

“It’s not safe for you in the states right now, someone did this on purpose probably thinking you would be driving that car because what everyone suspects is that it was placed on the drivers side in the trunk.” Thomas argued. “I’m doing what I think is best for James and you Y/n, I wouldn’t have made this option if it weren’t what was best. “

“I’m still thinking about it.” Y/n admitted. “Maybe, I don’t know yet.”

“Well make a decision before he is discharged.” George told her before going back into the room, with Thomas following him. Y/n’s shoulders fell limp as she stood there, she shook her head as she looked at the ground, she didn’t know what to do.

______

Brock looked pissed, as he looked at the woman. “Thank you for your help Power Broker, though it went wrong.” He sounded bitter about it, though she knew it was a fifty-fifty chance of Bucky or Y/n Driving the car. “It seems you’ve made my plan easier to complete.”

“What do you mean?” Sharon’s brows furrowed looking at the man. 

Brock smirked. “Y/n, has no protection now, and as soon as I find out where she is I’ll send someone to kill her, and then she won't be an issue anymore.” 

Sharon smirked. “Whatever you say, I’ll uh see you another time.” She turned to leave as she opened the door. “Oh and Brock, I’m the only person who knows where Y/n is that can get in a twenty mile radius of any of her business.” Just like that she was running to leave and out to her car before Brock could have done anything. 

Brock knew Sharon was right about not being able to get near anything Y/n owned, but Sharon didn’t have the upper hand like she hoped. Wayne came in after hearing what happened, along with seeing the woman rush out. “You're not going to do anything!” Wayne yelled in anger. 

Brock looked at Wayne like he was stupid. “Don’t forget who gives you, your fix, Wayne I’d shut the fuck up before you questioning my leader ship.” Then he pulled a device out. “I placed a tracker on Sharon as soon as I decided to ‘trust’ her, if I have to come to where every one of you two are going to kill Y/n myself, I’m going to kill you first. Got it?” Wayne noded, making Brock smirk. “Good.”

_____

When Bruce did get there, and everything had been explained, and he did the test he needed he determined Bucky had 

Dissociative amnesia. Y/n came to a conclusion that day, and it was to leave with Bucky, if he didn’t remember anything about the mob, and being associated through marriage to her could be life threatening and that wasn’t fair to him, so she agreed. When they got to the paine Bucky asked. “Where are we going?” It reminded her of their honeymoon. 

“Venise.” She answered quickly. 

Bucky’s brows furrowed. “Why are we leaving?” This didn’t make sense why they were going to Venice right after he got out of the hospital. 

“Don’t worry about it, at the moment I’ll tell you if you need to know.” She said it softly as she looked at him. “I just need you to trust me at the moment, Bucky, please.” 

He sighed, going to give in, knowing that he currently had amnesia, he didn’t fully trust what he thought or knew. “Okay, I’ll trust you, but if anything major comes up you need to tell me.” Y/n nodded with his requirements before boarding the plane, with Bucky following her. 

[andiwriteordie]

Mike coming out to Will sometime during season 5 before they’ve confessed their feelings for each other or anything hehe

For the writing prompt requests <3 also CONGRATS ON 1500 ANDI U DESERVE IT!!

hi elli!!! oh my god this prompt 🥺 this is so sweet, and it was so much fun to write. (side note i have now written like 3 coming out stories in the span of a week so. that's fun!) also tysm!!! <3 i hope you enjoy this!

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you pull me in (and i’m a little more brave)

Mike Wheeler has two secrets.

He’s never really been a person who has liked keeping secrets, at least not from his friends. He’s kept secrets from his parents for his entire life, so that doesn’t really matter. But Mike has always tried to be honest with his friends. After all, the Party’s first rule isn’t “friends don’t lie” for nothing.

But Mike Wheeler has two secrets, and he’s kept them close to his chest for the past couple of years.

The first secret is this:

Mike Wheeler is gay.

Yeah, that… that had been something difficult to come to terms with. It all started back in the fall of 1985 before everything went to shit and before the world started ending and before they got trapped into an interdimensional war with One and the monsters of the Upside Down. Talk about an awful time to have a sexuality crisis. 

Seriously. Mike spent… a lot of sleepless nights, absolutely terrified that his first big secret would be found out. When you’re fighting a monster who literally reaches into your brain and brings out the worst parts of you—the parts that you’re terrified to even admit to yourself—it’s really not a good idea to have this big of a secret. 

At least… at least that’s what Will said when he came out as gay, early last year.

God, he’s the bravest person that Mike knows. There’s no one braver in the world than Will Byers—not even El, whom Mike believes is really fucking brave. But El, as incredible as she may be, is also a superhero. Of course, she can bravely face monsters and government scientists and anything the world throws at her. Mike thinks he’d be braver too if he was better than Superman.

Will’s just Will though, and he’s been through so much. And yet, he makes the decision to get back up every time the world tries to knock him down. He stands up against all the monsters and the bullies and every single being that’s ever hurt him, and yet, he still manages to be the kindest, most loving person Mike has ever met. He’s never lost sight of who he is, and everything he does inspires Mike to be braver. 

There’s no one braver than Will Byers—no one better in the world than Will Byers.

And that’s exactly why Mike decides that Will Byers should be the first person in the world to learn his secret.

The two of them are sitting in Mike’s bedroom now. Earlier, he’d asked Will if they could talk—alone, he’d been quick to add. Naturally, Will had been a little bit confused, but he’d nodded and promised to come over to Mike’s room in the lab after dinner.

And so… here they are. 

Mike’s heart pounds inside his chest, and his hands feel clammy. Of all the people in the world, Will is going to be the most accepting. Everyone in the extended Party has been accepting of Will and Robin (who’d come out a few months before Will), so honestly, Mike knows he shouldn’t worry about their reactions. But still, he’s never shared this secret with anyone before, and… and it’s terrifying.

But this is Will.

And Will makes him feel brave.

So, with Will Byers’ kind hazel eyes staring back at him, Mike takes a deep breath, and he wrings his hands nervously.

And he chooses to let his walls down.

“Will… I… I’m gay,” Mike admits, his voice impossibly soft. He doesn’t dare look up at his best friend—not yet. The memories of words so cruel and so hurtful, said years ago on a day full of pouring rain and his worst mistakes, make their way to the forefront of his mind. “I… I’ve known for a while now, and I, um… I didn’t want to admit it... But I… I don’t want to hide anymore.”

Another breath—shaky and quiet this time.

Mike dares to look up, and he meets Will’s eyes. “I, um… I said some things to you when we were younger,” Mike whispers, and though his vision is a little blurry because of the tears stinging his eyes, he can still see the recognition that flashes across Will’s face. “Some really, really hurtful things… and I’m sorry, Will. I… I know it’s no excuse, but… that’s when I was first starting to realize this about myself… And I was scared, and I took it out on you. And I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

One more breath. In and out.

“I wanted to tell you first,” Mike says, his voice soft, “not… not just because you’re gay too, but… but because you’re my best friend in the entire world, Will. And I just… I trust you more than anyone else, you know? And also… because you make me feel brave enough to be myself. So… yeah. That’s it, I guess.”

For a moment, Will just stares back at Mike, as if he’s searching for… for something or trying to understand Mike better. There’s curiosity but also compassion and understanding in Will’s eyes, and before Mike knows it, he’s being pulled into Will’s arms.

“Oh, Mike,” Will whispers, holding him close. 

The embrace is warm and familiar and comforting, and God, fresh tears well in Mike’s eyes as he all but collapses into Will’s hug. Will’s arms wrap around him tighter in response, and Mike sniffles, burying his head in his best friend’s shoulder.

 “I’m so proud of you,” Will murmurs, rubbing Mike’s back gently. “God, I am so, so proud of you, Mike. You have no idea. Thank you. Thank you for… for trusting me and for being you. You’re incredible, and I’m so proud of you.”

Somehow, just like he always does, Will knows exactly what to say. He knows exactly what Mike needs to hear, and Mike can’t help the watery laugh that escapes his lips. “I didn’t really do anything,” he admits. “Nothing that you haven’t done.”

“Hey.” Will pulls back, just enough so they can look at each other now, and he smiles at Mike, gentle and familiar. “Coming out is terrifying no matter what, and it’s not about me. It’s about you and how brave you are and how incredible it is that you’re accepting who you are. So… I mean it, Mike. I’m proud of you, and thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”

Will pauses for a brief moment; then, he smiles again. “When I came out,” he says softly, “Robin told me this… She said that the world becomes a better, more beautiful place whenever anybody accepts who they are and shares it with the world. So… just remember that, okay?”

Mike can’t help but smile, and he reaches up, putting his hand on top of Will’s. “Okay,” he whispers back. “Thanks, Will… Seriously. Thank you for… for everything.”

The look on Will’s face turns soft again, and for a moment, the world shrinks until it’s just the two of them. Something wildly beautiful and familiar and electric lingers in the air between them, close enough for Mike to reach out and grab it, and he nearly does.

Because, you see, Mike Wheeler has two secrets—though, he’s now shared one of those secrets with someone and is starting to find the courage to share it with others.

The first secret is this: 

Mike Wheeler is gay.

The second one is… a little more complicated than the first, and it’s this:

Mike Wheeler is in love with Will Byers.

[cevansbrat0007]

https://youtu.be/-KDS_NuXYHI

This is how I’d imagine Andy and jr ngl

Summary: Don't ever ask Andy about his business...

Warnings: Fluff, Girl!Dad Andy, Shady A.J., Cursing, Shenanigans, Brief Talk of Murder, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own.

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You're heading into the kitchen in search of an afternoon snack when you almost collide with your son, A.J. At thirteen-years-old, he's already a good head taller than your 5"2 frame. The boy was growing like a weed – with no signs of slowing down. At this rate he was going to be taller than Andy by the time he hit sixteen. 

“Woah!” He , grabbing your arm in an attempt to steady you. “You really gotta start watching how you take those corners, Mom. I really thought you were about to run me over.”

“Sorry, honey. I was on a mission – need something yummy to tide me over until dinner. Preferably something crunchy.” You tell him before shaking off his hold so that you can wrap an arm around his shoulders. “We got anything good in here?”

“Probably not. RoRo ate the last of the potato chips last night.” He answers as he follows you back into the kitchen towards the pantry.

Well, that was disappointing. You’d kind of had your heart set on some salt and vinegar kettle chips. “That’s alright.” Sighing, you begin to rifle through the cupboards. 

Maybe you’d munch on a few sourdough pretzel bites instead. 

“Looking for the pretzels?” 

“Uh huh.” You turn to stare at him over your shoulder. “Why? Don’t tell me those are gone too?”

“Yep.” He confirms. “Dad and KitCat polished ‘em off a couple days ago.”

“Seriously?” You grunt. “But everyone knows that the ones with the honey mustard seasonings are my favorite! And they still ate them?” 

Wasn’t family supposed to love you enough not to eat your shit? Wasn’t that, like, a cardinal rule or something?

“Mom…I really hate to break it to you, but…” A.J. leans over to rest his forearms on the island, his expressive hazel eyes dancing with mischief. “We’re living with a bunch of heathens. And at this point, I really think they’re beyond help. They’re way too far gone.”

Now that makes you laugh.

“You’re probably just saying that because they didn’t offer you any.” You’re still chuckling as you decide to try your luck with some hummus and carrots you’d stashed in the back of the fridge.

“They were incredibly rude. Katrina flat out told me that hoped she offended my “delicate sensibilities”.” He grumbles with a snort. “And then she got mad when I asked her how many cats she planned on living with when she moved out after college.”

“Bet she didn’t like that one very much.” You mutter as you decide against the carrots in favor of some garlic pita bread. 

“She didn’t. Even called me a few choice names that I’d rather not repeat. Mostly because I can’t pronounce them. And I refuse to look them up.” He sniffs, turning up his nose in mock outrage. “I told her that if she wants to insult her baby brother, then she needs to do it like a normal person.” 

“Right…I’ll, uh, ask your sister to stop using the dictionary to insult you the next time I see her.” You dip a chunk of pita into your hummus before popping it in your mouth. Shit was good.

“Thank you! She’s worse than BiBi now.” 

A.J. tries to steal a piece of your snack, only to pout when you slap his hand away. You boy was seriously starting to resemble Andy more and more these days, from their facial expressions to their shared mannerisms. Sometimes it was downright scary.

“You’re welcome, darling.” You’re about to shovel another bite of food into your mouth when a thought strikes you. “Mm! Speaking of Bianca, I thought she said her boyfriend was gonna stop by."

"He did." He grunts with a shrug.

That’s…odd. You think. You hadn’t heard the door while you were upstairs. And even though you’d been laying down, it wasn’t like you’d been sleeping or anything.  

"What? When?" You cough as you choke down a piece of bread. 

“Eh, probably about thirty minutes ago.” Comes your son’s noncommittal response. “I caught him before he could ring the bell."

And now you were doubly confused. Because A.J. never really seemed to care about the boys his sisters brought around. In fact, he mostly ignored them unless they brought food or wanted to talk about video games. Otherwise, he just stared at them without blinking until his foe got too uncomfortable.

"Good thing you were by the door, I guess.” You motion for him to hand you a bottle of water sitting on the edge of the counter so that you can wash down your snack. “But where is he now?"

Another shrug. And then he looks off in the direction of the yard. 

“Dad took him out back. Might’ve said something about wanting to show him the new shed."

“But A.J., sweetheart, we’ve had that shed for over a year now.” Okay, you were officially confused. What wasn’t he telling you? And where was BiBi’s boyfriend?

“It’s new to Eddie.” He looks back at you with unrepentant eyes before striding over to the refrigerator to grab himself a couple of black cherry sodas.  

“Could’ve sworn his name was Everett, but –” You force yourself to stop and think about what your son just said. “Wait a minute! Why the hell did your father take him back there?” You quickly reach for a paper towel to wipe your hands. 

This was not good. 

“Honestly, mom…” A.J. pauses to crack open his drink. “It's best if you don't know. Dad says plausible deniability is always the way to go in these kinds of situations.” He takes a deep pull from the can before letting out a small burp. “Sorry.”

Your feelings of concern were slowly morphing into panic. 

"W-what situation? What happened with your Dad and Everett?" You look and sound as if you’re prepared to shake somebody, which prompts him to take several steps away from you. Your son was smart enough to know to keep himself out of snatching distance. 

“A word to the wise, mother. Never ask us about our business." With that, he spins on his heel prepared to walk away. “This conversation never happened."

Of course Andy picks that particular moment to join both you and your boy in the kitchen, draping a heavy arm atop his shoulder. By all appearances, he looks like he’s been busy toiling in the yard. And he’s rocking the dirty smudges to prove it.  

“Andrew – what is going on?" Your wide eyes flit back and forth between your husband and son, waiting for one of them to break. “And where is Everett?” 

“I tried to tell her, Dad.” Your son murmurs. Without missing a beat, A.J. hands his father the other unopened can of soda, which he graciously accepts. 

“I know, son. And it’s nothing, sweetheart. BiBi’s friend, Elliott, just stopped by to tell us that he’s gonna have to miss our barbecue on the seventeenth. Something about choosing to study abroad in Russia. Nice kid. Sent him along with well wishes to his family and prayers for a safe flight.” He offers you a one armed shrug coupled with an all-too innocent grin, letting you know that he’s over this entire conversation.

“But why would you –?” Shit. “I thought he was gonna spend the summer working for his Uncle in Salem? What did you do to him?” 

Just how much damage control were you going to have to do here?

Andy clears his throat as he sips his soda. “Listen to the boy.” He gives A.J.’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “And please, my love, don’t ever ask us about our business.”

“But I thought…” You look away for a second, squinting at your sock covered feet while you collect your thoughts and puzzle this out. “Why would you –?” 

You turn back to them, only to discover that they’re long gone. Groaning, you fetch some tylenol from a nearby cabinet and toss it back. And then you go off to find your shoes. 

Time to check the backyard. 

As long as that poor young man wasn’t somewhere buried in your garden, you’d leave your Barber Boys to their freaking business. But until then, well…

Your family might as well start calling you Nancy fucking Drew.

END

[undergroundbillions]

I SEEN YOUR POST,,, AND I CAME!! i have a couple of questions abt some history with merchandise and whatever (unless you guys made a post abt the hallmark raggedies alread) ! :)

1. So do you guys have any history or insight of the Hallmark raggedies? If so id like to hear, im a big fan of the hallmark branch of the raggedies!!!

2. Do you guys have any fun hcs? If so what are they!

My example of one is: i hc Ann making dresses and skirts for her friends!! Or even Henny hating bugs but he collects them for his bug collection lol

3. Why do you guys even care about Rag Dolly in the first place? What made you guys want to find it AND want to revive it? Was it a personal project or better yet a fan project put up together by fans (aka the mods aka aka you guys, i think unless im wrong lol)

You guys are cool and im excited to hear any other updates on the revival of Rag Dolly, yall are so cool and talented,, can't wait to see what you guys do in the future!!! Keep it up guyss!

Ok! Here we go!

We don't know much specifically about Hallmark. At that point, Bobbs-Merrill was in charge of the licensing of Raggedy Ann images and books, while the family was still in charge of the dolls. Hallmark licensing began in 1969 and continued throughout the 70's. They published the cardbooks, which came with tiny dolls (which for licensing purposes don't actually count as dolls, but rather as other toys). And the pop-up-book records, stationary, and lots of random little things. Big company buys lucrative licensing and puts it on everything for a few years, that's the story!

Oh man when I ask for hc questions I mostly mean ones *about* headcanons, I'm bad at open ended questions like that lol. But here's a few I've been thinking about recently: I think Marcella has regular fainting spells when she gets exhausted. This doesn't really transfer to the dream but it happens in real life. Ann and Andy's seams and faces are all wobbly because Poppa's too often drunk to sew straight lines. This isn't a hc because technically it's canon to Gibson's writing but Poppa made Marcella a little toy boat from wood scraps and that's where the inspiration for the boat in her dreams comes from.

What got most of us interested in the musical was the video by CollinLooksBack going over what little was known about the show at that time (2019). At that point, we knew about the movie already. If you want to know more about the little details of the time before RARE specifically was founded, I've written up a timeline on our website! (And I plan on expanding it) Idk what the difference is between a personal project and a fan project in this case? We thought the show was interesting, and liked the music, so we decided to start looking for it! The organizers are all theater people, the majority of us went to school for theater and plan on working in it. We knew we had the background and resources to make an actual revival happen. Specifically the founder, Gwyn, who has certain legal and industry connections that are making things go a lot smoother. But really, we never thought we'd get this far, we weren't thinking this deeply about it. It was 2021, we all needed something to do and people to talk to. None of the organizers knew each other, though a few early members were mutuals from the 1977 movie and other fandoms. It just slowly got more serious and we continue to take it more and more seriously the farther we get. Most importantly, all of the main founders have deep personal connections to the story. We have all suffered illness and loss of loved ones. I mean I literally discovered the show like two months after my mom died I don't think you can get much more fated than that. We like the show, it means something to us, and we think it deserves a second chance in it's actual intended form and not as a huge broadway spectacle. It's literally still popular in Russia, why shouldn't it be popular here?

-𝕸𝖔𝖉 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕯.

[duckapus]

Squid Memes Squidbeak Splatoon (part 2)

Part 1 Here

More Harbor because he gave me Brain Worms

Born and Raised in Littol Beeg Bluff (yes the same Littol Beeg Bluff from "The Ballad of Dusty Grumpton" in the Factory Reset AU. I'm allowed to re-use my own ideas if I damn well please)

Comes from a blended family, and his stepmom and younger siblings (twin boy and girl around eight) are actually Koopa Troopas of all things.

The only playable Agent to both know and like his parents

Seriously Habor's moms are fucking awesome. Everybody in the NSS loves Harbor's moms

About 80% Humboldt Squid (aka Jumbo Flying Squid), which is why he's so fucking tall. It also means that he's really fast in swim form, to the point that he could probably outswim someone who'd filled all the slots on a piece of gear with Swim Speed Up without any Swim Speed Up investment of his own. (this is inspired by Lucky, another, very different version of Agent 4 made by EikaPrime on Ao3)

Eight

Yes she just goes by Eight. She was a little self-conscious about it at first but then she found out about SMG4 and the other SM64 Blooper Youtubers and no longer gives a shit

If she remembers her old name yet she's not mentioned it

Obviously doesn't remember her parents, but given the Domes are the kind of place where you can Start Training to Become an Advanced Military Hardware Engineer and Elite Soldier at Fucking Nine Years Old, I imagine she wouldn't have many memories of them even without the Amnesia

Contrary to popular fanon, my version of Eight doesn't have a scar from the Test Failed Bomb. This is because Respawn Pads (as long as they're fully functional) completely erase whatever the fatal injury was, leaving no trace apart from maybe some phantom pains if it was particularly nasty

She does, however, have plenty of scars from all the other shit she went through in that hellhole

Managed to complete every single test before she escaped

My version of Eight is a single year younger than Marina canonically is when they meet so I'm not going the Off the Hook Adoption route for this one (maybe in another AU with a more lose interpretation of Canon, but given this AU is specifically meant to adhere to Splatoon Canon as much as possible we're out'a luck this time), though she does still become very close friends with them

She's got Craig literally right there for any potential adoption attempts anyway

Very rarely speaks, but is expressive enough that most people can tell what she means anyway (you know Ferb? It's the exact same thing as what Ferb does)

Doesn't have a weapon preference. She's comfortable with any weapon she gets her hands on

Except Splatanas

She fucking hates Splatanas and everything they stand for

Configuring Frye's Palette in the Memverse was legitimately harder than dealing with her own Palette's stupid "Hacks or Chips, you can't have both" Gimmick Bullshit

Andi Finn

Has no fucking idea who her parents were and does not care

Actual supergenius who could probably build a functioning replica of Grizz's rocket out of scrap metal from just her memory of fighting on top of it. Never learned how to read before the NSS got ahold of her because she lived alone in the desert

Swears more than Bob

Can't remember where she learned Salmonid from

Somehow even the homeless kid has better hygiene than Paige

Made up her last name on the spot when she was signing up for a Turfing License (if you're wondering how she managed to sign up for a Turfing License when she couldn't read; With Great Difficulty)

Figures she probably isn't a full Inkling given her weird beartrap beak but doesn't give enough of a shit to take a DNA test about it

Yet

Paige dragged her home to their apartment almost immediately after the final battle against Mr. Grizz and she never left. It's not an official adoption but that's only because Paige is a bit oblivious to their own feelings on the matter and Andi doesn't know that paperwork is supposed to be involved

Almost exclusively calls Paige "Cap" even when they're out of uniform. I mean, she can't very well call them "Mom" or "Dad" since they're nonbinary, now can she? Paige has no idea that's what she means by it and just thinks it's a nickname because Andi gives everybody nicknames. Usually as insults

It took her 333 tries to get through "Splitting Crosshairs" (I legitimately Cannot beat that stupid kettle no matter how hard I try and want her to share my frustration but also want all four agents to have 100%ed their respective adventures so I'm just having it take her a comically long time to do)

Mains Explosher because it's the closest she can get to a Turf-Legal grenade launcher (for now...)

The Eternal Hunger, Devourer of the Bear

Is fine with people using Crabcake instead

Uses It/Its exclusively

Officially designated Agent 5 I will die on that hill

Was "The Eternal Hunger, Stabber of Ankles" before going through Return of the Mammalians

Will stab anyone who points out that it didn't actually eat Mr. Gizz, he just exploded

Extremely eloquent, but most people can't speak Salmonid so it just sounds like it's making the same gurgley noises as every other Smallfry

Once looked Marie dead in the eyes and said "No one will ever believe you" in perfect Inklish while they were alone. Has never said anything else in anything other than Salmonid where someone can hear it

Andi and Crabcake fucking hated each-other for the first third of their adventure before bonding over kicking Frye's ass and now they're inseparable

Actually gets its own uniform after everything's said and done. It consists of a little high-rez safety vest (like the one on Paige's field uniform), an earpiece (suction-cupped in place since it doesn't have external ears) in the same style as Andi's headset, and a clean black-with-thin-yellow-racing-stripes-on-the-sides pants...wrap...thing

It also got a new switchblade from Sheldon (the old one got lost in the space battle after it turned into Hugefry) with the same kind of black-with-blue-LEDs aesthetic as Paige's gear and a blade made of Sardinium

Also thinks that it and Andi are already adopted by Paige but that's for Salmonid Culture Reasons instead of Not Having an Education Reasons

Got separated from its swarm during a Run a few months before Return of the Mammalians. It wasn't too fussed about it and figured it could handle itself in the desert for a while and then either reunite with that swarm if it ran into them or join a new one if it happened to come across one. Because Salmonid Culture

Considers the NSS its current swarm

[lambsouvlaki]

Moments in Between - Keep you Safe

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!OC

Rating and warnings: G, no warnings

Summary: Jason takes Andy shopping for a bike helmet.

Masterlist

Jason walked alongside Andy down a shiny wet street in the Gotham sunshine. The gutters were still gurgling, and run off dripped from shop awnings. Her hair was frizzy from getting rained on earlier, and he thought all the flyaways escaping her braid looked impossibly cute.

Hobby shops and fashion boutiques lined the streets by this part of the college campus.

“I though we were getting lunch?” Andy asked.

“We are getting lunch, after you get a bike helmet.” He stopped outside a sports gear shop and jerked his head at the door.

Manikins in skiing gear were posed dramatically in the window on the left and in motorbike gear on the right.

Panic flashed across Andy’s face.

“I- it’s rent week, I don’t think i can-“

“Don’t worry about that, I’ve got it.”

She didn’t look comforted. Damnit. Maybe he should have given her a heads up after all, but there was a high chance she’d sneak off to pick up some secondhand trash for $50 and be no safer than if she wore nothing. Jason understood. Nobody liked feeling like a burden, or a charity case. He wasn’t going to begrudge her her pride. He wasn’t going to keep putting her in danger either.

He held up his hands, placating. “I’m replacing my current helmet anyway, I may as well get both. You just need to pick out something that fits right.”

Her expression twisted. “You don’t have to do that, Jay. Really.”

“If you fall off my bike and crack your head open, I’ll be the one in court for manslaughter. i’m just helping myself here.” He shrugged. “And I want to.”

Her shoulders hiked up around her ears. “…Just a cheap one. Whatever’s on sale.”

He rolled his eyes and pushed the door open. Well, now his pride was on the table.

“Hey Tony, I need you to help my friend here, she’s looking for the best damn bike helmet you’ve got. If she can’t do a HALO jump in it, its not good enough.”

Tony perked up at the same time Andy whirled on him in horror

“You got it!” the shop assistant said and disappeared to the back of the shop.

“Jason!” Andy hissed.

“Would you buy me a shit helmet if you knew you could get me a good one?” he demanded.

She opened her mouth. Closed it again.

“Look, I do alright for myself. What’s the point in even having money if i can’t get basic safety gear for my friends? What kind of asshole do you think i am?”

She chewed on her lip and lowered her head. He wanted to reach a hand under her chin and to her head back up, and narrowly resisted the urge.

“Let me do this for you, Andy. Please.”

Okay then.” She pulled herself up a moment later. “But it has to be a red one.”

He cracked a smile. “You drive a hard bargain. Why red?”

“So I can look cool.”

He laughed. “Sure. You’ll look like a petite Red Hood.”

Andy rolled her eyes. Tony came back with a couple of different styles swinging from his arms.

“Thank you though. Really.”

He waved her off and Tony stepped in. Jason leaned against the desk while she tried on the options. Having decided to play ball she was confident about it and took the exercise seriously. Something in him felt warm at it the sight.

He could take her on real rides now and keep her safe, more than just five minute drop offs. He could show her the city the way he loved it best, an 80mph blur of sights and sounds. He knew she liked it too, he could feel her laughing for joy, pressed tight against his back.

She caught sight of a price tag and blanched. He’d probably have to give it another couple of months before trying to get her a good riding jacket.

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