#i drew them kissing bc the first image on its own makes them look like theyre not having a great christmas but i promise they are

[pismaco]

merry christmas arantza! im actually not sure if you have a tumblr but this is the only place where i can post with such huge image sizes without cropping.

this was the present i made for the ga discord secret santa this year!

[reidsnose]

horror film

overview: reader and spencer watch a scary movie and spook themselves into cuddling

genre: fluff/angst?(yall are scared bc of the movie)/kind of humor

warnings: light swearing, mentions of idk like spooky ghost stuff

a/n: i definitely have been watching far too many horror movies for my own good but i dont have a spencer reid to cuddle up with lmao anyway i hope you guys enjoy it !!! please please let me know what you thing :)

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Spencer didn't understand. after all you guys see throughout the day, you want to come home and watch a horror movie. your whole lives were like one big horror movie.

but, regardless, he would walk to the ends of the earth for you (though he did not plan on telling you that), so watching a scary movie with you wouldn't be so bad. in fact, anything would be good with you. he would happily get a root canal if it meant spending more time with you.

he tried to convince himself: a scary movie is like halloween! and he loves halloween. reading about it. learning about it. but getting his adrenaline pumping via jump scare? hmmm..maybe not.

he didn't watch many horror films when he was a kid. his mom didn't do very well with them. and he liked his foreign films better. but watching the light in your eyes twinkle when you asked him to come over to watch together because you were scared to watch alone? how could he say no?

and you were beyond excited to have him over. even though you guys had already hung out outside of work before, you almost never got to pick the movies. truth be told that was because you went along with almost anything he said so you could get closer. and you planned on watching the movie at a friendly distance.

keyword: planned.

but it was now halfway through the movie and you were both cuddled up together in the corner of the couch. and from the beginning of the movie, anytime something remotely creepy happened, Spencer would lean over and whisper what a reasonable explanation could be. or tell you how statistically improbable the events of a certain scene was. and so you two drew closer and closer. and he convinced himself he was telling you the statistics and facts to make sure you dont get too scared; but really it was himself he was trying to calm down.

the movie was what it said it was; scary. but you had watched your fair share of horror movies, and though a couple of the jump scares got you, you were getting a little disinterested and distracted.

every time he leaned over (rather, now he was leaning down) and whispered something to you, you had to fight the urge to kiss him. not to mention. you were snuggled up to you're best friend who you were secretly crushing on and he was pulling you impossibly closer with every creepy scene that flashed on screen. and you were more exhausted than you knew. and Spencer was just so damn comfortable its like the guys arms were made to dream in!

so you started dozing off.

not Spencer.

he couldn't tell if his heart was beating from using you as his own personal teddy bear, or from the horrifying, ghastly scenes unfolding on screen. he didnt even notice you had fallen asleep until he leaned down, eyes glue to the screen, to whisper how unlikely the existence of ghosts was, and you didn't answer. he looked down and let himself audibly sigh. a smile cracking on his lips at the irony of you falling asleep during a horror movie.

one last jump scare had woken you up at the very end of the movie. not so much the jump scare, but the jerk of Spencer's entire body and the slight yelp he let out. and you found yourself feeling sad that Spencer was going to go home.

you told him he could stay if he was scared, to which he replied he was completely not scared (though his lie was very obvious). and having not watched most of the movie, you were able to fall back asleep in no time.

that was not the case for Spencer.

he was incredibly paranoid as he walked up the stairs, afraid an evil spirit would be waiting to scare him in his apartment. and when he lied down to sleep, every shadow that appeared in his room seemed to resemble a ghost. he tossed and turned petrified for about an hour before deciding he couldn't stay alone in his apartment.

so he found himself driving back to your apartment at about midnight to ask if he could sleep in the guest bedroom.

when he arrived at your door you let out a chuckle at his request, giving him a sort of "told you so" talking to as you made arrangements in the guest room so he'd be comfortable. and boy did this make him feel better. he was still very scared, but it wasn't nearly as bad because he knew you were just a room away. he opted to get a glass of water to try and calm down.

you, however, had just now started to be scared as images replayed in your head of things that go bump in the night. you tossed and turned trying not to look at the shadowy corners of your room, but you just couldn't fall back asleep. so you decided to make your way to the kitchen for some water, keeping your head down to avoid spooking yourself via the various oddly shaped nicknacks in your home.

Spencer stiffened as he felt a presence in the room, and he turned to see the shadowy figure of a woman, hobbling towards him, head trained on the floor. he couldn't scream, he couldn't run, he couldn't do anything but stare terrified at the figure.

you looked up as you neared the kitchen, letting out a blood curdling scream when you saw a tall shadow man standing in your kitchen.

Spencer could scream now that the figure began screaming. he let out a high pitched yelp as he stumbled along the wall looking for the light switch. he felt the need to protect you from the ghost, so in a fit of deranged manliness he let out a string of words that in or out of context is completely laughable.

"fuck off you spooky bitch!" the shadow man yelled, finally finding the light switch.

when the light flicked on the confusion and horror stopped. and instead you and Spencer stood equally spooked, in your fight or flight response.

"Spencer?" you croaked, lowering a raised fist. you planned on fighting a ghost?

"y/n?" he asked back equally confused.

"i was getting water what are you doing?" you asked, laughing slightly as you realized what he had yelled out.

"i was too," he chuckled, remembering what he had called out, "sorry for telling you to fuck off and calling you a spooky bitch."

"its ok, sorry for being 100% ready to punch you in the neck."

you two stood in a silence that wasn't exactly comfortable but not awkward either as you got a glass and filled it with water.

"hey do-" he began.

"could i-" you started at the same time.

"you go first," he chuckled, taking a sip of his water.

"i wont be mad if you say no, but could i sleep in the guest bed with you? my room has way too many spooky corners." you asked shyly.

"i was just about to ask that," he smiled.

you let out a relieved sigh before gulping down your water and heading to sleep in the guest room.

you two lied weirdly far at first but after mentioning how the coat hanger looked like a man with horns you two both reached for each other. falling asleep wrapped tightly in each others arms. hearts beating together quickly; but not because of fear.

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utra mega super cool taglist:

@mac99martin @imhreid @spencersmagic @hollydaisy23 @raelady1184 @a-broken-pact @padfootswife @hey-there-angels @star-stuff-in-the-cosmos @sonnydoesrandomshit @coffeereid-deactivated20210303 @averyhotchner @laurakirsten0502 @reidyoulikeabook @remariiana @spencerreid9

[daincrediblegg]

VBA. I'M SO jealous both artistically and thematically OF THAT KISS it's SO amazingly well done, I'm crying throwing up passing out

The thing about drawing kisses is that it always looks like I'm just mashing two faces together that I drew separately, but this one genuinely looks fluid and organic, like one whole complete image. That's a weird compliment but its meant well! And the EMOTIONS

I LOVE 😭😭😭❤️

(ALSO, listen, I didn't get a chance to send an ask but I PERSONALLY thoroughly ate up puppy Bruno in his lil collar.)

VBA!!!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖 BRO THIS IS SO FUCKIN SWEET THANK YOU I OWE YOU MY LIFE 😭😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

But omg dude no this was me for the LONGEST fucking time about kisses too. Like no really no matter how many tutorials I looked at just didn’t fucking click… but then I started drawing bruno in profile a lot. And i changed up the way I usually go about drawing profile head shapes to accommodate his big ol cute nose. And it all clicked…. Lemme show u what I mean

This is the head model I usually start with- rather than use paper method (which I picked up from sinx design I think- basically a curved sheet of paper you slap a nose on and it helps with face structure/3d visualization practice- I still do them occasionally bc it’s actually really good for figuring out facial perspective and stuff but I digress) but DISNEY’S STYLISTIC PROFILE stems from anthropomorphism a bit- specifically cats. Which is why Elsa and Anna a-la-frozen look the way they do. They diverted a little from this in Encanto (which thank fucking god) and elongated the jaw and fixed the nose bridges on a lot of characters and to make it look way more human- but still it’s so valuable as a guideline to think of it in those terms bc it accounts for the nose way better than going with a blank flat face right off the bat and accounting for those features later. And that’s where I used to get tripped up a lot especially where it came to drawing kisses. I mean LOOK THIS IS ONE I TRIED YEARS AGO (with the ref I was using for the pose- to compare)

Flat faces aren’t really the best representation for what the faces are actually doing- you have to account for lip seams and where noses are and all that. REALLY hard to do when you’re starting with a blank to not account for those features: so. I do muzzle face- first to help account for nose placement but ALSO for lip seams- and of course mid face guide lines for eye perspectives: so what you end up drawing is a bit more like this:

And with that, boom goes the dynamite. Ofc then also it’s detail work like adding open mouths and expressions but honestly figuring this out has been a godsend for me and thank you my beloved VBA for giving me a platform to scream about it bc I can’t believe I just suddenly got better at drawing kisses like I do lmao 😂😂😂😂 take my wisdom and use it to your own dark ends and also THANK YOU AGAIN FOR ENJOYING MY MADNESS🥰🥰🥰🥰

[kingneptunesthinninghead]

How much do you weigh? what a weirdly personal question

If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? sitting in the shade reading a book

Do you think you can love someone without trusting them? yes but not in a way that will ever be truly fulfilling

What’s your opinion on people who go hunting for sport? i live in a very rural area so i grew up with hunting for sport extremely normalized but once i actually developed and used my critical thinking skills i realized how morally reprehensible it is. literally just begging these people to use their brains.

Do you have a fairly fast or slow internet connection? eh its pretty fast

Have you ever been someplace tropical? florida lmao

Are you sensitive to caffeine? somewhat. i dont really consume it that much

How do you usually get around? driving myself

Have you ever been accused of being too clingy? no bc i’m generally pretty independent unless i reallyyyy like someone

What do you think about Kim Kardashian? neutral

Can you speak any French? je parle un peu français

Favorite yogurt flavor? i’m lactose intolerant so i recently tried dairy free yogurt and i hated it sooo i guess none

How much money do you have in your wallet right now? i dont have any cash in my wallet rn lol

What bottled water brand do you like? deer park or aquafina

Your favorite way to eat chocolate? brownies

How often do you listen to country music? sometimes.

Linkin Park or Avenged Sevenfold? neither

Last surgery you had? my wisdom teeth surgery

Have you ever played guitar? no but i wish i could

Is there someone in your life whose career/life choices you find immoral/unethical? Have you ever told that person your views? Do you find it difficult to support them (emotionally or otherwise) because of their choices? um i dont think so

What trait do you feel you lack that you wish you possessed? a little more confidence

Have you ever considered writing your memoirs? maybe

Do you find it difficult to stay invested in online relationships? i dont have very many online friends anymore but when i had a bunch i loved talking to them

Are you the type of person who pays close attention to the release dates of movies, music, etc., and will, for example, go see a movie or buy an album on the date it is released? If so, when is the last time you did so? only for something i really like.

Do you have any stickers on your laptop? a bunch

Would you rather have a job for which you had to go in early in the morning or one you had to stay late into the evening at? early in the morning so then i have the rest of the day to myself when i get off

Do you use any apps to track your health or medications? i have a workout app but that’s it.

Whose opinions/recommendations do you value most? my mom, sister, and my 2 best friends

If you could’ve been at any historical event, which would you have liked to witness firsthand? probably the women’s suffrage movement or the civil rights movement

Is there something that you really want to do but are afraid of doing? If so, why are you afraid of doing it?i want to tell him how i feel but i’m afraid i’ll ruin the friendship

What is something society “expects” you to do that you don’t want to do and/or don’t plan on doing? wear a tampon i’m sorry but i can’t do it

Have Jehovah's Witnesses ever come to your door? no

Are you well-known by people in your area? eh somewhat

Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? no and i dont want to

What's your favourite type of bird? owls!!

What tv show(s) have you been watching currently? i’m watching loki, hsmtmts, planning to watch s2 of never have i ever, and i started one piece but i haven’t watched in a while

Have you ever dated a smoker? no but that might change😳

Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? no

Have you ever been a member in a band? No.

Can you cry on command? If so, have you ever used it to your advantage? No.

Do you have separate emails for personal and business? i have my school email and personal email

Have you ever missed a flight? no

Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? i think so.

Have you ever taken a ride in a convertible? i literally rode in my best friend’s convertible last night lmao

Why did you last need to use a band-aid? i dont remember

What fruit do you eat most often? bananas and clementines

Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? maybe my great uncle?

Has someone ever tried to start an argument with you over Facebook? What happened? no but i’ve been in a few on insta and twitter.

Have you ever had an unusual type of milk (eg. oat, rice, almond)? i don’t straight up drink milk but i love things made with almond milk.

If you could experience life as a Disney princess for a week, which princess would you pick and why? elsa i want ice powers

When you’re at home, do you spend most of your time in your room? sometimes but normally during the day i’m in the living room with my family

If you like to sleep in late, have your parents ever told you off for doing so? No.

Do you find piercings attractive? Yep.

Do you like potato chips? Loooove 'em.

What’s the most stalker-like/creepy thing you’ve ever done? If you don’t think you’ve done anything like that, what’s the most stalker-like thing someone’s done to you? i’ve looked up a few people’s houses on zillow in my day.

Do you think it’s a double standard that a woman can hit a man and expect to get away with it, but if a man hits a woman it’s assault? absolutely, you shouldn’t hit anyone

What’s your favorite old Disney movie and favorite new Disney movie? my top 3 are princess and the frog, tangled, and frozen 2. i also love the little mermaid

Name something “trendy” or popular that you dislike. idrk

“Dirty talk” in the bedroom…love it, like it, don’t care, dislike it, or hate it? it depends on what it is. it should also be mixed with some loving or praise talk imo

What is/are your favorite type(s) of ethnic food, and what’s your favorite food within that type? i LOVE italian food specifically fettuccine alfredo and i also love asian food such as general tso’s, sweet and sour chicken, lo mein, shrimp fried rice, LUMPIA 🤤

How would you describe your relationship with your hair over the years? i’ve always liked my hair color and thickness. i always go back and forth between growing it out long and cutting it short bc i can never choose which i like more also it has lots of red undertones so i’m thinking about dyeing it a deep red

How do you feel about your SO daily/regularly checking up on a couple of his exes on social media? hypothetically it would be a red flag to me. a clear sign they haven’t moved on from the past

Do you prefer your guy to wear cologne or not? a good smelling cologne on a man will quite literally make me bust a nut.

Ladies, how important is it to you that your SO wears/would wear a wedding ring? i’d want them to unless it didnt fit or something

What was the turning point that led you to decide for or against having children? i’m very close with my family so i’ve always loved the idea of having one of my own with my future spouse

Is having your “dream” wedding really that important to have? i definitely have ideas for my wedding and i would want it to go a certain way according to our plan but in the end if things go wrong or plans change it wouldn’t matter as long as i’m marrying the loml.

Do you consider it cheating if your SO goes to a strip club and then doesn’t tell you? i wouldn’t consider it cheating if he was just watching but i would be angry that he hid it from me

How old is too old for trick-or-treating? i dont think it matters unless ur posing a danger to little children

Do you sleep with your arms over or under the covers? depends but mostly under

Do you own any t-shirts of your favorite band? i have nsync and harry styles shirts but thats it

Fries or onion rings? Fries.

True/False: you’ve had an odd dream this week. all the time but most of the time i forget them right after i wake up

Do you find tattoo sleeves attractive? depends

Do you like carving pumpkins? Yeah.

What’s an animal you want to have as a pet but can’t? i think raccoons are adorable but its kindaaaa hard to domesticate them

Have your parents ever caught you drinking? no bc my parents let me drink in the house and i’ve told them abt every time i’ve drank at college

How would you react if your celebrity crush came to your door? i would absolutely piss and shit on myself.

Has your mom/dad ever walked in on you kissing or anything more with someone? no

The person you have a crush on is drunk and goes to kiss you, you know they don’t realize what they’re doing, but do you kiss anyways? i would stop it even if i want to bc i don’t want them to regret anything and i wouldn’t want them to kiss me if they don’t like me bc it would hurt too much.

What would you prefer to get from a guy/girl: flowers, a hand written poem, a picture he drew of you or a nice night out? i would love them all but something abt a guy taking the time to write a poem for me makes me melt

Do you any shirts with any kind of images of food on them? no.

Which holiday is the most fun to decorate for? halloween

What was the first website you had an email account on? gmail

Have you ever written a fanfic? YES AHSHDH.

Tattoos or piercings? tats for sure.

What’s the last gross movie/show/video you saw? the scene where alexei breaks the inmate’s wrist in black widow is SO GROSS i cringe every time

Would you rather live in a huuuge house or a little cozy one? definitely a little cozy one

Do you have a tutor for anything? No.

Who’s the best kisser you know? i’ve only kissed one person.

Has anyone ever threatened you with a knife? No. I'd like it to stay that way.

(If you’re a girl) Has anyone ever called you "shortie" instead of girl? no and i hope they dont

Do you have a deep voice? not really

Do you play games with boys/girls, like 'hard to get’? no thats dumb

Is there a Sonic where you live? yes i’m a whore for sonic

What do you like on your pizza? pepperoni or sausage

[luvuwite]

all, go

i hate you

1. What was the last present you gave?

uMMMM probably a commission i gave to pancake (archie/vivi)

 2. What was the last present you received? 

i dunno? if its a doodle then i got that a week back!

3. What animal best represents your personality? 

from the oOoOO spirit animal tests i took im a snek

4. What are you most afraid of? 

sometimes my own mind EYES EMOJI

5. Who is your favourite villain? 

HMMMMMMM probably like,, megamind i love him

6. Who is your favourite family member? (we all have one, admit it)

MY SISTERRRR

7. If you could name your own planet what would it be called? 

myanus

8. Stars or Moon? 

stars!!

9. Do you have/want kinds? 

if my other partner wants them, sure

10. What is your greatest life goal? 

making it this far

11. What is something you can’t live without? 

soup

12. What is a place you associate with your childhood? 

one of the parks near the store-area

13. How was your first kiss/how would you like your first kiss to go? 

i never kissed, so i wouldn’t know, but pls,,,ask for consent,,, and warn me if we gonna kiss or not,,,,,

14. What is some life advice you have acquired? 

ive learned a lil’ bit, but one of em probably has to be to just be like,, dont cry over something you know is fake, at least thats what i remember atm HAHA

15. Who in history has influenced you? 

bruh i dont like history idk

16. What is something strange that you think about often? 

h,,,hopless romantic noISIJEIORQ AHHAHA i like to think about weird scenarios in my head basically

17. Baths or Showers? 

showrr i get shy with myself in baths

18. Tea of Coffee? 

coffee

19. Alcohol or soft drink? 

alchohol bad brisk brisk brisk

20. Writing or typing? 

typing since its easier

21. What is you most favourite thing in your bedroom? 

my bed its sexy and comfy

22. Spontaneous holiday! Where are you going and with who? 

wait what UH I DONT KNOW probably just close close friends and family

23. Introverted or Extraverted? 

i have my moments with both

24. Describe yourself in two words. 

small and aggressive

31. What do you think of when you hear ‘portrait’? 

a picture or image of someone/something

32. Tell me about your partner/ideal partner? 

i mean no one is perfect yeah? i just want them to be honest with me and accept my AHEM struGGLES with relationships since im not the best partner

33. Tell me about your siblings, if you have any? 

my sister is what you call a “girly girl”, she likes disney movies, outdoors, being loud and running around, yknow just like any other child ever

35. What are you a big advocate for? 

my friends!!

36. If you’re comfortable to answer, what is the sickest you have ever been?

migraine + stomach bug + mental in trash +  stomach pains + lil appendix pain

37. When were you the most scared in your life? 

when i broke my arm

38. Ever had a paranormal experience? 

ACTUALLY YEAH i thought i heard someone yelling help outside my window and i peaked out and realized it was nothing and i figured i was just tired but i was still kinda freaked

39. Biggest celebrity crush at the moment? 

im not like other girls,,,,....

40. What is something happening in your life right now? 

uhhh just general anxiousness/paranoia(?) tbh

41. What is your favourite mythological creature? 

DRAAAAGOOOOOON

42. Marvel or DC?

dont know what those are

43. What object would be on your family’s banner? 

soup

44. Favourite flower? 

pink rose

45. One characteristic you like in a partner? 

s,,,support/reassurance pls

46. What planet/star would you travel to if it were possible? 

i wanna,,,, actually i dont know i think i would just enjoy floating around in general 

47. What is your favourite meal… ever? 

soup

48. First time…. doing anything. Describe your first time doing something? 

first time i drew was twiggit sperkl and that was the most proudest i ever felt

49. Who is your favourite superhero? 

bRUHHH I DUNNO I DONT WATCH THAT STUF

50. What is your favourite poem? Recite it?

i dont read

51. What is an exercise you despise doing. 

burpees

52. Secret talent? 

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

fite

53. Current song on replay replay replay? 

[x]

55. If you weren’t in your current occupation what would you be doing? 

sleeping probably

56. What is the first thing you notice about the person you fancy?

,,y,yo they kinda,,,, scrumptious,,, AHUIWRWQI 

57. If you had one wish that would definitely come true, what would it be? 

yes

58. If you could time travel, when and where would you visit? 

i would go to future bc i wanna see what i look like

59. What is your lucky number? 

5

60. If you adopt a pet what would it be and what would you name it? 

a cat!! and i actually am planning a name and calling them clementine!! 

61. Do you believe in fate/everything happens for a reason?

i believe your fate is decided by ur own actions/words

 62. What is your favourite thing about your personality? 

im not too hard to get along with,, i hope

63. What is your favourite thing about your appearance? 

uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

64. What is your favourite clothing store? 

primark bc everything is like 2 bucks

65. What is your favourite online store? 

i dont do online shopping too much

66. Use one word to describe your most favourite person? 

observant 

67. How do you usually have your hair?

down with a clip, then ponytail next day

 68. What was your favourite subject in high school? 

math

69. What makes you feel empowered? 

power over something/someone(as a joke/in games, not in a bad way)

70. What motivates you to do something? 

a prize at the end

71. What advice would you give someone who is going through a rough time? 

it gets worse before it gets better, and in the worse ill be there for you so you dont have to go through this alone

72. Ideal date? 

wendys!!! sweater weather!!! cuddle!!! left 4 dead!!! comfy clothes!!!

73. What is the best date night movie? 

i am not that attractive to be taken out on a date

74. What is something you are currently looking forward to? 

nothing atm tbh im just here bc i have to beIEOJRWIOE

75. Tell me a funny joke? 

oo wa oh wa ooh

76. Do you like musicals? If so, what’s your favourite? 

never listened to one actually

77. What is your favourite song currently? 

sweater weather. always.

78. What song never fails to make you dance? 

POP EYED JOEEEEE IVE BEEN LIVING???? LONG TIME YOOO

79. What is your favourite “classic?”

gnomeo and juliet

 80. What is the best advice you have ever been given? 

obese paragraph and comfort doodles? lets go

81. Where did you ancestors come from? 

puerto rico

82. What have you learned from your parents/guardians? 

be tough nugget and dont take shit seriously till you have to

83. What is a phrase you heard a lot growing up? 

dont step on the crack or youll break ur mothers back

84. Do you believe in magic? 

nnno

85. What reminds you of your best friend? 

overwatch

86. What are you passionate about? 

dance dance dance

87. Tell me a story from middle school? 

one time

the end

88. Who was your favourite teacher and why?

i love my bio teacher rn bro shes such a sweetheart

 89. Can you roll your tongue? 

yes

90. What made you pursue what you are studying? (including school subjects) 

my little pony

91. Where would you like to travel to? 

japan for those toys gimme gimme

92. What is something on your bucket-list? 

i wanna see coral reef

93. What is home to you? 

place that brings feeling of comfort/security

94. What do you do in your free time? 

draw

95. If you could buy anything right now, what would it be? 

food

96. If you could see anyone, living or dead, right now, who would it be? 

probs one of my online friends

97. If you could choose, what would your last meal be? 

soup dumplings brisk and rice

98. How would you like to die? 

happy

99. List five of your favourite pieces of art (paintings, books, songs etc) 

ruby eyes / sweater weather / ponyo / wall-e / idk

100. What would you change about this world?

global warming SHOOO U FAT

[lemonietrinket]

Breakfast in Bed ||| Wonpil x Reader

Summary: Making breakfast in bed for your bf on his birthday Genre: Fluff, you know the drill Warning(s): jam None  Word Count: 1558  Theme Song: Red - The Rose AN: Happy Birthday Pillie! A request/idea from @idontknowapil and now a birthday present for the brightest angel that has ever existed. Married AU bc why not

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You rubbed your eyes as you placed the knife safely in a mug by the sink, taking in the sight of your handiwork.

The toast heart was a little bit lopsided you had to admit, but you’d managed to get the jam to the correct thickness and the sides decorated to perfection. Still, your work wasn’t over. 

Feeling the pride giving you a boost of energy boost against the drain of having gotten up so early, you placed the mango and raspberry squash on the tray before lifting it carefully. 

Taking the stairs slowly, you eventually reached the top without a single drop spilt much to your satisfaction.  Easing your shared bedroom’s door open with your foot, you reentered the safe haven that had taken you so much effort to drag yourself from. A smile arose to your features as soon as you spotted the precious man that all your hard work was done for. He was still fast asleep, one arm stretched up onto the pillow with the other having remained where it had been as he cradled you during the night.

He was so adorable that it made your heart flutter, his naturally wavier hair uncaged by the straighteners he insisting on using and left free to curl over his forehead. His features seemed to be lightly furrowed, as if his dream required him to think, and it pouted his lips so sweetly. 

It took a lot of effort not to just abandon everything you’d made to join him beneath the covers once again. Still, you knew his face would be a piece of art when he woke up to see the breakfast you had prepared for him, so you stuck with the plan. 

Tiptoeing over to the bed, you placed the tray where you had sprawled so the chances of him knocking it were slim, before returning to his side.  Leaning over so you could get a better view of the beauty before you, you drew your fingers gently over his temple. Shifting a lock of hair from his skin, you pressed a kiss softly there. He was frankly irresistible, and you found yourself ducking in to plant another on his exposed cheek—the other smushed into the pillow. 

He huffed cutely in his sleep which led you to giggle; he was coming away from the world of dreams but he wasn’t quite out yet. Flicking a glance to the toast that was inevitably enjoyed much more warm, you realised it would take some more drastic measures to pull him from his slumber in time for breakfast.

Pulling the duvet the slightest bit away from his chin you nestled his jaw in the palm of your hand, tracing your thumb across the apple of his cheek. 

“Wonpil, sweetheart,” you sang tenderly, “time for breakfast.”

After receiving a scrunch of his nose as proof that your tactic was working, you let yourself chuckle at how cute he was. Giving into the temptation, you placed another kiss this time upon his nose.  This elicited a hum and before you knew it, your husband—too adorable to be true—was dozily opening his eyes.

“Good morning,” you greeted, his hand leaving the pillow and rubbing his cheeks and eyes into a further state of awake. 

“Morning,” he reciprocated with a voice gravelly from sleep, as he used most of the energy he had to lift himself ever so slightly, just so he could kiss your nose in return. It was weak, but you knew it was a precursor of what was to come. 

Making more of a gap so he could begin to breathe some cool air and awake further, you smiled at him sunnily. “Happy birthday sweetheart.”

That seemed to pry him open a bit more. “Oh!” 

He began to shift himself up in bed, ready to get out after seeing the joy in your eyes and quickly rationalising you had a plan. He was confused, then, when you pressed your hand to his chest and encouraged him to merely lay back against the headboard. 

“Get yourself comfortable,” you said with a wink, as you levied the tray across into both your hands, “because you have a special treat.”

To say his eyes widened would be an understatement. You were convinced that they had wettened at the image of the breakfast you’d made and brought him. It wasn’t the first time either of you’d had breakfast brought to them in bed, but the level of handiwork this time seemed extra special—even if it was simpler than a few of the other occasions.

“I felt bad that you’d lost out on some toast so I got you some extra bits,” you pointed to the ‘side dishes’, a portion of salad, some toast soldiers coupled with a soft boiled egg.

He looked on the food you’d gotten him with what could only be described as a happy pout. “Thank you so much, this is just so perfect... I love you so much!”

You felt your heart swell, encouraging him to tuck in. “Before it gets cold!”

While he tucked into the heart shaped toast you slipped back into the warmth of the bed beside him, resting your head on his shoulder as you watched him enjoy the mix ‘n’ match breakfast you’d presented to him.

“It tastes so good,” he exclaimed through a slightly-full mouth, unable to hold in his compliments any longer.

“It’s just the usual jam on toast,” you humbly admitted. Not that he would have that.

He shook his head, dusting his fingers off on a napkin you’d found unused from your housewarming party. “No this definitely tastes even better than normal toast.” He let his hand no free of crumbs stroke your hair as he gazed at you, fully awake and bubbly like his normal self. “It’s the taste of love, that’s what it is.”

“Ew, corny,” you scoffed, turning your head away from him to avoid his stare catching the blush that had bloomed upon your cheeks. 

He laughed, dusting off his heart toast and swiftly moving onto his egg.

“This is going to taste more than amazing too,” he announced, ducking down to kiss your head, while you let your eyes rest.

When he got a subdued response—a smile, yes, but with closed eyes—he realised you could easily fall back asleep, and that would not do.

Savouring the first taste of the egg, he brought a soldier of toast and dipped it into the vibrant, runny yoke.

“Y/N, honey, stay with me,” he giggled, running his hand down to your shoulder and rubbing lovingly, “here.”

You opened your eyes to see the tantalising sliver of toast neatly coated with yolk being held towards you. Feeling your stomach rumble out of negligence on your behalf to your own hunger you very nearly didn’t stop yourself from accepting his offer. “Pillie, it’s your breakfast!”

“Yeah, which means I choose where it goes,” he countered smoothly, gasping in faux indignance, “am I not allowed to feed my own wife?”

You pouted, before letting him feed you. He did so with a grin so radiant you were beginning to reckon you were going to need sunglasses to appreciate him in all his glory.  The taste awoke your senses and you savoured the bite, letting the texture seep in and elicit a satisfied groan from you.

“You know what you’re right, this stuff does taste much better,” you backtracked, frowning quizzically at your work.

“Because... love infusion,” he declared in English, fumbling only a bit over the phonetics.

You felt yourself burst into laughter. He was too good for your heart. “I guess so, yeah.”

He continued to feed you slips of toast, and then spoonfuls of the egg itself, and eventually you learnt that there was no point in insisting it was all for him.

Once it was all finished, his drink sipped and not a single sprig of salad remaining, Wonpil reclined back with a sated sigh.

“Best meal ever,” he stated, “Ramsay’s got nothing on you.”

Rolling your eyes with a smile you moved the tray out of the way for him and onto your bedside table, changing the subject as you did so. “So, do you want to see your present?”

His motions to begin retreating beneath the duvets again immediately halted. “This wasn’t my present?”

“One of them yes,” you explained, surprised that he thought you wouldn’t have gotten him anything substantial, “but the proper one is downstairs!”

He reasoned with the suggestion for a moment, before a mischievous glint settled in his eye. “I think I’ll take my second one first.” 

You weren’t given long to be confused, your lips parting to chide him for sinking under the blankets once again, but the chance to speak being taken away as he proceeded to snake his hands around your waist. Having propped yourself up on one elbow when he’d begun to move you slipped to the mattress with a gentle thud as he brought you flush to him.

Creating a cocoon for the two of you, you were finally enveloped in warmth as he grinned victoriously, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Let’s just stay here for a little bit, yeah?” he suggested, caressing your back.

And what could you say—you couldn’t say no to that man in a thousand years. Especially not on his birthday.

~~~

AN: my apologies idk korean breakfasts so we ran with some english stuff hell yeah

btw i hate this title its so basic so if it changes in the future dont be surprised

also fun fact about me:

i hate jam with like every inch of my life so 

Masterlist

[bluerene]

RobStar Week #1 - Wayne Manor

Hello friends. Please allow me to quickly and suddenly resurrect my online presence with a week of robstar goodness, followed by an onslaught of miscellaneous content + a loooot of fics that should’ve been published ages ago. The bitch is back! She is also about to board a plane and has not proofread this one bit, so please excuse the ugly errors.

As always, feedback is loved. 

Enjoy!

Wayne Manor (ft. implied BatCat justice bc it’s what we deserved)

It had been twenty-two years in the making, but finally, the day had come. 

Dick tugged at the collar of his suit and huffed, tilting his wrist upwards to check his watch. Two hours till takeoff.

That was how he had been thinking of it anyway. The whole event felt more like a formality than anything else; marriage was just the legal definition of what they already had. Often enough, he forgot they weren’t husband and wife. 

He glanced around the room and smiled; Alfred had really outdone himself this time. Dick brushed his fingers along the row of lilies that lined the entryway, admiring the splash of pink roses that stood out amid the white flora. Their saccharine smell lingered in the air as he walked on through the room, studying the impressive set-up.

They had chosen to host their wedding at Wayne Manor, which was gorgeous and private and comfortable. With graceful vaults and arches that curved into a smooth dome and made the polished marble floors gleam in the glittering sunlight, the ballroom was easily the most elegant waste of space Dick had known in his house. And, it was finally being put to use the way it deserved. 

Alfred had thrown himself into preparations the moment he’d heard. Even in his old age, he was a force to be reckoned with- he had florists ready, caterers selected, a decorating committee arranged, and invitations delivered within days. Thirty-six hours before the ceremony, he had marched in with an army of specialists and had set to work on the hall. 

It had been divided up in such a way that the service, reception, and dinner would all be hosted within a few feet of each other. From the thick maple doors of the entryway, she would walk in, fiercely beautiful as ever. She would make her way past the rows of chairs towards a trellis made of fine gold, twisted with flowers and leaves. Posts would be in line with its sides, thin gossamer curtains tied with ribbons from wall to wall, effectively cutting off access to the space behind. After they kissed, the entire party would pass through the curtains and into the garden, where they could immediately enjoy the reception, while the bride and groom snuck off to change into clothes better suited to dinner and dancing. At the end of the night, they would bid their goodbyes and steal away into the night as they had for the past twenty-two years. 

Dick had envisioned this moment for half of his life in different ways. The bride used to change, often switching between the various women in his life at the time- but as time went on, the vision became clearer and more obvious. It could only be her. She’d always been there, a shadow flitting in and out of the window, playing with fire fearlessly. 

Something probed his arm gently, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Does it remind you of ours?”

He smiled and drew her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her palm.

“In the best ways. Al really pulled this one together brilliantly.”

His wife sighed, intertwining their fingers.

“It is worth it. Their happy ending is long overdue.”

“Yeah,” Dick agreed, “it’s about time. How’s the bride looking?”

“Like a million of the dollar bills,” Kori replied cheekily, “truly, you may never have eyes for me again.”

He laughed and cupped her cheek, taking in her appearance. His eyes lingered on her full lips, the glimmer of happiness in her electric eyes, the slight pink flush that ran from her cheeks to her collarbone. Her hair had been pinned up into an intricate bun, stray curls framing her face. She was a vision in the soft gold gown Selina had asked her to wear as one of the bridesmaids. 

“I don’t think I could ever have eyes for anyone other than you, beautiful.” 

Kori beamed and slid her free hand to his chest, gripping the lapel of his suit jacket to pull him into a sweet kiss. Her mouth moving achingly slow against his while he fought to remind himself they were in an unconcealed, public space. 

She pulled away and giggled, smoothing out the fabric she had crumpled.

“Your restraint is impressive, my love.”

“It had better be,” a deep voice resounded from behind them, “as I recall, you two are already married, so I doubt there’s much more you can do at a wedding that you haven’t done before.”

“You’d be surprised, Dad,” Dick said cheerfully, “but I’m not looking to upstage your night, so let’s leave it at that.”

“Hello k’norfka Bruce,” Kori said eagerly, hurrying to press a kiss to her father-in-law’s cheek, “you look very handsome! How are you feeling?”

Bruce patted her shoulder affectionately, a rare smile lighting up his face, “like I should have done years ago. You look lovely, by the way.”

“I was just telling Richard to reserve judgment until after the bride has arrived. Selina is truly...indescribably wonderful.”

Dick didn’t miss the dreamy look that crossed his father’s face.  

“And the flower girl? As radiant as her mother?”

He didn’t miss the way his wife blushed at those words either.

“Provided she does not ruin her dress again, Mar’i will look perfect,” she replied with a sigh, glancing at the doors, “in fact, I believe it is time for me to check in on her. Please excuse me, k’norfka Bruce. Richard, I will see you before the ceremony.”

Bruce shoved his hands into his pockets and watched her leave.

“How are you feeling, Dick?”

 “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? It’s your wedding, after all.”

“It’s about time, don’t you think,” Bruce replied with a grin, “I made her wait twenty-two years.”

“I’m still amazed by that, y’know. Star and I tied the knot...what, six years after we started dating. I can’t believe it took you guys this long.”

“Well we’re here now, aren’t we?”

“Only because Selina was boss enough to propose.”

“I would’ve proposed when the time came!” Bruce said indignantly. 

Dick snorted, “Yeah, in 2068, when you’re too close to death to fear commitment.” He glanced around the room, gaze falling on a nearby satin pillow, “Is the ring-bearer going to show up today?”

“He’ll pitch a fit, but yes. The kid’s a fan of Selina. Plus, he misses you.”

“The devil? Inconceivable,” Dick muttered. 

Bruce cuffed him on the back of the head, “He’s your brother.”

“So is Tim, but you don’t see him slicing me up in ‘training sessions’. Speaking of, where is he? Why am I the only one here?”

“Jason plans on popping in during the reception. Tim’s bringing Stephanie so he’s at her house. Alfred is with Damian.”

“That’s not what I mean. Why am I the only one here, now?”

Bruce shifted uncomfortably, and rubbed the back of his neck, ”You’re the first, you know. I’ve always held the others up to you, even when I shouldn’t have. You were a brat, but you were also my first son. I wanted you to be here for that.”

“Dad.”

“No jokes, I’m serious.”

“I am too.”

“Well...good.” 

“Yeah.”

They stood in silence, eyes fixed on the rows of chairs and the trellis directly ahead. 

“So…”

“Hit the bar? A couple of pre-wedding drinks?” 

“Is that what Garfield and Victor did with you?”

Dick laughed as he lead his father out of the hall, “Are you kidding? They wouldn’t let me near the mini-bar. Said they would beat my ass if I was tipsy at my own wedding.”

“Clearly you’re not concerned about me.”

“Nah. First, Silena is more than capable of sobering you up with a single glance. Second, you’re Batman.”

“Ha ha, very funny. I’m pretty sure Kori would do the same if you’d stumbled down the aisle. That woman can pack a punch.”

“Do I detect a hint of fatherly pride there, Dad? Are you finally coming around to your daughter-in-law?”

Bruce rolled his eyes, nudging Dick with his elbow.

“Knock it off. You know I respect her and care about her. She’s a fine young woman. I couldn’t have chosen better for you if I’d tried.”

Dick softened, “I was kidding, but...thanks. It means a lot to hear you say that. She loves and admires you so much. And she tells Mar’i stories about you all the time. She won’t let me ruin your image even a little.”

“She gave you the home you needed, didn’t she?” Bruce said quietly, “Your relationship with me and this house and everything you had turned away from was different after she came into your life.”

“Yeah,” Dick agreed, clapping his hand on his father’s shoulder, “my home is wherever she goes. And she always seems to know what I need when I need it. That’s why she cares so much about this place.”

“I’m sorry for all the shit I gave you in the beginning, you know. I think it pushed you to be strong and decisive, but I am sorry if it hurt you.”

“Not gonna lie, I was pretty pissed for a while. But Star always understood. Always gave you the benefit of the doubt.”

“She’s a special girl.”

And Dick could have gone on about how perfect his wife was - how incomparably sweet and passionate and fiery she could be. How strongly she fought for their family. How lovingly she accepted everyone into her heart.

But he simply nodded and raised his watch to check the time, grinning at his father.

“How about that drink, old man? Push away some of those pre-wedding jitters?”

Bruce’s lips twitched in amusement, but Dick still caught the happy creases around his eyes.

“As long as Alfred doesn’t catch us, I’m game.”

“Afraid he’ll kick your ass?” Dick teased, swiftly dodging a well-aimed slap upside the head.

“It’s my wedding day, son. I get a free pass. I’m looking out for you.”

“Yeah, Dad,” Dick chuckled, “you always do.”

[possiblypeachy]

“Wait, the tears are good tears?” for Jacob and Flor, the cuties!

thank you thank you!! my internet has been horseshit today so this was a fun way to bide my time!

also, i would like you all to know that this:

is how i envisioned jacob while writing this ksjksjdksjdk i literally cannot stop thinking about this image im--

i’m also determined to get one of these below 1000 words bc i write too much for everything sigh

― ❊ ― 

Florence had been feeling tired lately. She was unsure on why she’d felt so fatigued all of a sudden, though simply chalked it up to her busily preparing for a trip to Dorset to meet with the family again. Worrying had a tendency to tire out her mind, which in turn made her body want to laze in bed all day. Briefly, she’d thought that maybe all her trips to the chamber pot in the night could be adding to her weariness but Florence dismissed it and simply decided to lay off of all the tea.

Then came the sickness. It was the kind of bottom-of-the-stomach queasiness that made her grimace whenever she heard that familiar growling. She’d dealt with such things before (stomach bugs were a far too prevalent part of her childhood) and, despite Freddy’s initial worrying, she refused to waste the doctor’s time with something that would pass in a few days.

It did not pass in a few days.

Upon Lissie having to hold her shawl back while Florence threw up in a backstreet near the market, she all but ordered her to go and see the doctor. Florence fought against the idea at first, joking that Lissie must’ve put something in her cooking that had made her so ill. This, in itself, earned her a slap on the arm from the older woman, to which Florence had grinned cheekily, secretly hoping that that would be enough to make Lissie let her off of the hook. Of course, Lissie could not be shaken off so easily and asked her to go again, a knowing glint in her eyes.

Florence was in and out of the damned clinic as quickly as possible, wanting nothing more than to get back home and curl up with Duncan and a good book. When Freddy had asked what the doctor had said, his sister had told him that “it’s a simple stomach bug; nothing to be worried about” and hurried upstairs. 

Why had she hurried upstairs?

Because she was lying.

What exactly was she lying about?

Florence was--

“Lissie told me you’ve been throwing up again.” Her bedroom door opened without much warning and, instinctually, Florence gathered up her now undone hair to try to keep her from looking indecent. It didn’t work, however; she had far too much of it to just hold in her hands. As soon as honey eyes met with hazel, her locks dropped back down her back and she sighed quietly, rubbing the space between her eyebrows. The door clicked shut behind Jacob and Duncan yowled at him in greeting, to which he gave the tomcat a brief scratch behind the ear. “What did the doctor tell you?” He glanced about while shrugging off his jacket, “Where’s your medicine?”

Florence swallowed once and rolled her lips inwards to let her chew at them. She inhaled so much that she could feel the strain in the lace of her corset. “You should learn to knock, Jacob. I could’ve been nude.”

From the bed, her eyes met his and he raised a brow, the corners of his lips tugging into an amused smile. “Yes, because I certainly haven’t seen that before.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head in a feeble attempt to keep back a laugh. The toes of his boots touched her own and he collected her hands up in his hands, playing with them as if to draw attention to him. “What’s wrong?”

A riot began in Florence’s mind and her gaze dipped away from his briefly, hands limp as he moved them about. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine. It was just… some bad food.”

“What? Bad food for the past two weeks?” Jacob narrowed his eyes at her. “I’ll tell Lissie you said that.”

Florence huffed out something that resembled a laugh but it was dry and worried and muttered something like:  “That will be the very least of her concerns.”

At that, Jacob’s brows drew together and the playing with her hands stopped. Instead, he just held them, that worried glint growing in his gaze. “Flor, love, what’s going on? I need to know so I can help because, if you--”

“Jacob, I’m alright--”

“-- end up horribly ill from something I could’ve prevented, I’d never--”

“I’m pregnant.”

He paused.

She looked vacantly at the wall behind him. 

His grip on her hands disappeared and they fell into her lap.

Florence’s mouth opened then closed again, accompanied by the first tear of many beginning its descent along the curve of her cheek. “Jacob, I’m sorry.” He said nothing but there was a twitch in his lip that she couldn’t make sense of. “If you want to--” God, she felt like she was choking, “-- to leave, I’d understand. I can-- I can give the baby to--” Florence hiccuped, one of her hands coming up to press against her own chest as if doing so would calm her breathing, “-- one of my sisters or-- or maybe--”

Arms enveloped her and she began to sob, muttering weak apologies until it was the only thing she could bear to think of. Her arms were trapped against his chest, hands balled into fists, and her face was buried into the crook of his neck. Jacob pitied her-- that’s what it was. One last embrace before he left. It was for the better, she told herself; he had things to do. He was busy-- too busy to marry a woman and raise a child that he didn’t want. 

Hands cupped her face when he pulled away, her tears rolling past the curve of his thumb. Jacob’s eyes were red too, cheeks wet with… tears? Had he been crying too? A little grin cracked across his features and it was like seeing sunlight again after years stuck in the dark. “You glorious, glorious woman.” He muttered, pressing his forehead to her own. Wasn’t he unhappy? The kiss he gave her told her the answer. 

Through a rather ugly sniff, she laughed, tears still careening down her face. She didn’t hate them this time though because they were borne of a lovelier emotion entirely. “The tears are good tears?” 

“Of course they are.” Jacob was still smiling, gaze cloudy. It made Florence feel miles better about her crying. “Well, mostly.” His expression became more serious and one of his thumbs stroked along her cheek to keep her attention on him. “It hurts me to know that you’d think such things.”

She frowned a little but it was more out of a sense of guilt than anything else. “You’re… well, you.” Florence put on a voice that made the both of them chuckle, “Sir Jacob Frye: leader of The Rooks, her Majesty’s saviour--”

“You think I’m not yet grand enough to raise a child of the Abberline family?” He raised a brow and she grinned, that dimple appearing in her cheek that made him feel like all was right with the world. “I’ll get a couple more titles, if you’d like? How about: Sir Jacob Frye the railroad baron?” 

Florence began to laugh, shaking her head. “Jacob, that’s not what I--”

“If I became a doctor, would I be Sir Doctor Jacob Frye, do you think? Or, would it be the other way around?”

“Jacob--”

“How about I try to switch about some documents to become a duke? Would that be good enough for my lady?”

She had started that terrible laugh of hers-- the one that sounded like a pig’s squeal-- only this time some sniffs and coughs were there too. There was a pause in which he was just grinning at her, searching her expression for any signs of doubt or worry. “You’re terrible.” Florence said somewhere between a snort and a giggle, her wide grin calming into a smaller, more delicate smile. One of her hands came up to cup his cheek like he had done to her and their eyes met. “I love you, Jacob Frye.”

“Right back at you, lovely Flor.”

[ibroughtthisonmyselfpixels]

a bit of a fic outline

So I was pretty open about my desires to see Cree Deeno as the killer of Ferox BC while that was running, but what no one knows is that i had a very specific Dinosaur-adventure-quote-related reason for that, and as she died and Ferox drew to a close I started putting together a fic about it. then Cecil won, more things happened and it fell by the wayside. but I’ve found it again and, well, since I’ve got a lot more on my plate right now and this is very much Lowered Priority (speaking of killer!AUs, I am definitely still working on TCWBE inbetween times), i might as well shift at least one of my drafts and show you the outline of “That Cree, That Cree, He’ll Never Change”

...you still with me?

First, here’s what little writing of the thing I actually managed to get done before this slipped out of my sight

Cree knows things have to come to a head when Felix, leading Pomona into the spare room and leaving Cecil shaking from the scolding, doesn’t even look at him. 

“Pomona! Please come in here. I can’t stand being in the room with Cecil any longer.”

She’s picked up a lot about Felix’s eyes since her own first met them in that pokey old study. Green, wonderful green, like grass or jellybean bushes. Usually quite hard, when people aren’t dropping like flies left and right. They get darker, weirdly, the colder it gets - probably a side effect of that PlantSim label that sticks out like a sore and similarly-green thumb. 

Most importantly, those eyes see Cree, in all hir ragged glory. They can’t not, really. They keep flitting to hir, when they’re all in their groups and challenges, to make sure ze doesn’t just up and fly away. Even after polls like this, where ze slips enough by for another week to be neither guilty nor innocent, usually Felix casts enough of a glance to zer to make sure ze’s still okay, still hanging in there.

Usually. Not today. Not worthy today.

That’s why it’s got to finish today, why the plan’s got to change a little. He’s got to be worthy for Felix, at any cost.

Felix doesn’t notice when Cree slips through the open door. (Pomona never shuts doors, for some reason; it’s too easy a target in that sense.) Too busy staring at the genie-alien as though it’s the second coming, spluttering out apologies to the wrong sod. 

“Shh, shh, it will be okay. It is okay.”

“No, it’s not,” says Felix, voice breaking, eyes faltering. “And I don’t know if it’ll ever be okay again.”

“It will. Felix will see.”

Of course you will, Cree’s ready to add - You’ve got us, don’t you, Felix? You’ve got me - with a hand poised to take Felix’s shoulder, show a little comfort... But the yellow one gets there first. 

“And maybe Pomona can help make it right again?”

Felix sinks into its touch, rests a weary head upon pink cloth. “I’d like that.” 

A gasp from it, a suppressed laugh from thon. Take that victory while you can, Pomona. I’ll be in your shoes in the end.

So not much, yeah, but i promise the rest would have made up for it

So anyway, in case it wasn’t clear, Cree’s hanging from the ceiling, as Cree does, and trying to get Felix’s attention while the plant focuses on innocent!Pomona. Felix is at wit’s end at this point, knowing that the murderer is stepping up their game. Oasis, after all, died in this universe by being picked to the bone, with nary a meat left behind. The Ferox killer is getting, dare Felix say it, cleverer and more impossible by the day.

Cree: “Well, I can afford to. No one can get me.”

And Cree, still hanging from the ceiling, snaps Pomona’s neck. As the alien drops to the floor, so too does he, with a light laugh.

Cree hasn’t been noticed by very many people, ze justifies to Felix. Cree’s been ignored by very many people, pushed aside, and ze’s quite frankly been sick of it for many weeks now. Killing Flutter, however accidentally, got them noticed. People started talking. Started seeing hir when they didn’t before. And that’s the kind of attention Cree craves, even if thon has to do it deliberately to get it. And now ve certainly has Felix’s attention, doesn’t ve? 

The only thing left to do is take care of Cecil, and Cree knows how, ne explains as ne ties up Felix carefully so Felix can’t get away. Cecil looks like the kind of robot who would like to learn to fly. Wings would suit it well, Cree thinks. And there’s a rock - a cliff - over there, on the Midnight Hollow map. But, but, pssst, she whispers onto Felix’s mouth in a kiss, don’t tell anyone.

(and yes this is one of the two images that I based this entire thing around. There’s a similar single image that drove Adresti into existence but we’ll get to that when we get to it)

Cree slips outside and finds Cecil, as you do. He knocks the robot out, and drags it to the cliff ne was talking about, but as she goes, for it’s a long way, doubts begin to batter at her. About Felix. About doing all of this for Felix. About whether the robot will really die going down the cliff. About whether Cree will really still be seen, at the end of the day, and how ze will be seen - as a misguided bird, or as anything less than a monster. About instead of flying, Felix will start crying for Cree ly-ing. About whether Cecil deserves more or less than this. About wings. About everyone’s wings, and earning them. 

At the top of the cliff, as Cecil stirs, it’s the last one Cree fixes on. Cecil can’t fly without wings, that much is certain. Cree has - well, Cree has a pocket knife and no experience in electronics, but more importantly, Cree slices, Cree has to get the android some-wings. Yeah, that’s what it needs. Some nice slots in the arms to slip some leaves into should do nicely. 

Cecil, struggling, only reiterates some of Cree’s doubts, and everything in nir brain starts kicking into high gear. Ce hears the robot, and the plant, and the wolf, and then all at once. All of them happy, waiting for them at the bottom of the cliff, waiting to see, be shown how to fly. No, one up there, struggling to remove its wings. 

“Hmm... that is not bad,” says Cree, and its voice is far away. It spreads wings of its own. “Now pay attention. I will--”

Cree tastes a tear. It’s crying and it doesn’t know why. 

“I will show you how it’s done. And then you imitate me. Okay?” 

And Cree unfurls backwards over the cliff edge.

It takes about ten minutes, running, for Felix to get to where Cecil is, having escaped by photosynthesizing into the ground to get out of the ropes. And what Felix finds upon arriving is a robot clutching a queen piece to its arm, a poignant view of the Van Gift estate, and the stuffing and broken body of Cree Deeno dashed against the trees and rocks below.

[patchrillo]

Insecure S2E3 Review

Alright this ep is by far one of my favorite eps of the season for a few reasons. I’m finally emotionally engaged after what 10 eps? I was turning the corner at the end of S1 when Lawrence ole confused ass told Issa he wanted to make it work then fucked Tasha from the bank. Before then it was dead ass just an awkward comedy with Black folk. Real light and jovial then the real. That image of Issa and ole girl comforting her on the couch that she & Lawrence threw out was my “oh shit” moment. Once that “oh shit” moment hits im sucked in. That’s it. Niggas got me. Now I got to watch this shit weekly. But let’s talk about the ep - it was hilarious AND hella real.

1️⃣ The Dating Scene: it’s so trash out here that Issa couldn’t even GIVE the pussy away if she wanted to. She went out with her girl to get her hoe on and niggas was dead as like, “uh I left my mama in the car with the AC off. I’ll be back ✌🏿.” And that’s real. Not that I have a pussy to give away myself but that’s real as shit. You know the market is fucked when you can’t even give away a highly valued good.

2️⃣ Single. Bad Sex. No Sex: firstly after she couldn’t even give the pussy away Issa couldn’t even get some quality fap time. The batteries in her little portable vibrator died 30sec into the session. Then she spends a good amount of time trying to find some batteries in her apartment. TRAGIC! That’s why you get the wand that plugs in the wall, ladies.“ 📝 📝 📝 Right, then she decides to just throw the pussy at this Mase looking nigga named Eddie. Nigga got more head than body. Anyway, that whooolle scene has to whatever award is out there in the universe for Most Awkward Sex Scene. First she tries to make a move on him while they’re Netflix & Chilling and headbutts the nigga. They’re kissing and next thing Eddie asks is, “I was thinking, would you mind if I titty fucked you?” Knowing Issa got A cups. Strike one. And Issa with her bluntly awkward ass answers, “I’d have to respectfully decline.” “Well thank you for being so respectful.” That whole sequence 😂 So they’re in the bed and he can’t get her buttons on her fly undone. Yeaaah. Whole ass buttons like a blouse at least 10 of them 😂 Issa can’t even hoe right out here coming over-dressed. Anyway fam hasn’t even put it in yet but tries to talk her into getting comfortable & putting her legs on his shoulders. Like I said the whole session was weird. I wouldn’t be shocked if his character developed into the DL dude bc even tho Issa seemed to like what she saw he didn’t know what to do with a woman’s body.

3️⃣ Hurt People Hurt People This nigga Lawrence 🙄 I think he’s a good dude but he’s damaged & is moving on too soon with someone who genuinely likes him. We all been there. Just out here wilding trying to get our ju-ju back. Shits like moving to a new city and having to find the best Chinese restaurants through trial and error hoping you find that one that hits the spot. Alright moving on, L-Dawg (that’s what I’m calling him Bc he think he cool but corny and that’s the exact name a corny cool nigga would give himself) chilling with Tasha and she lowkey invites him to some family shindig by asking if he could bring some chairs. Nigga was like “ite.” But he gets there and it’s just hella family and they’re all “Yo Lawrence!” Complete shock. I’ve been there. Meet a new chick and she’s moving way faster than you and you just decide “wow I am just not ready for this. I thought we were just riding a vibe until things either got deeper or the Magic died.” And that’s exactly what happened so L-Dawg dipped and went to a social w/ his coworkers. He lied tho and said he’d be back when he could’ve just said “hey I had some plans but it was dope meeting your family.” But nah he just bounced and never came back having Tasha looking crazy (although it was her fault bc bih why invite this man to this kind of shindig?) so she calls him a fuck boy & hangs up on him. He proceeds to just go back partying 🤦🏿‍♂️ look man, hurt people hurt people and we’re seeing it first hand. 4️⃣Glocc 9 Do they use rubbers in Cali? Like…ever!? I seriously have lost count on how often they don’t use condoms during hookups. Not that I’m condemning their risky behavior, natural love is the best love, but I just feel like it’s going to play a hand in forthcoming eps. Idk if it’s a pregnancy or a STI but it’s coming. For sure it’s not something that they’ve covered in the show but as a casual dater STIs and pregnancy are both things that you want to avoid. 5️⃣ The Outro Music. Shit Was Fire 😂

Nah but now I actually start caring about Molly’s little failures in dating. At first I thought it was another “successful black woman can’t find a man” trope but this shit getting deeper than this. Molly meets some cat at the club where Issa tries to hoe and they hit it off but she could feel something is missing. The soul that’s supposed to be there in dating someone. Ole boy was just checking boxes off the list about himself like some ready set go stamp type shit and it wasn’t enough. And Issa called Molly out for the same shit. She can’t keep a man bc she’s apathetic when it comes to dating - she’s just checking items off the list to appeal to suitors. I had a similar gig working in the cable industry; running thru a checklist and trying to pitch it back to customers. It’s scripted and people want to feel like individuals. The one guy she probably could’ve ended up with she wrote him off for having a gay encounter. We’ve got Issa failing to connect on a sexual level, bc that’s honestly all she’s been trying to get, and Molly striking out on an interpersonal level only she’s cognizant about it now. I guess we are really Insecure - every major character is stuck in their own perpetual curses regarding relationships. Like Sza says on Drew Barrymore, “lonely enough to let you treat me like this.” …"I get so lonely I forget what I’m worth. We get so lonely we pretend that this works.“ The literal embodiment of the three main characters’ insecurity as they try to figure out their selves in this world. This shit hit me and I ain’t even getting a check to be writing character development plots 😂