#i had that pretty blue grey for a couple of months and i miss it......

[elliesmainhoe]

i actually need military! ellie surprising her wife at home i woudl die sksksk

sorry this is so randkm😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫

Miss me sugar?

Military!Ellie X Reader imagine

Summary: After three months of deployment, Ellie returns home.

Contents: fluff, southern!Ellie, mentions of nudes, kisses, Ellie picks you up, a little bit of suggestive language, pet name use 'Doll and sugar',

It was the first deployment you and Ellie had went through as a couple, and god it was torturous. You missed her desperately, her beautiful freckled face and gorgeous laugh, you both sent letters to eachother, you to her more often than not.

It saddened you to hear from her so little, but you understood why, she was deployed in a country recovering from war- writing a letter to you wouldn't be her main priority, but you still felt a small warmth of comfort whenever you sent her a letter.

Unbeknownst to you- a warmth of happiness also comforted Ellie by your letters. The contents was always a a4 piece of paper, your handwriting scribbled on both sides tucked and folded into a white paper envelope along with two polaroids.

One of them was you sitting on the sandy beach that was located near your home, wearing your favourite summer dress and straw sun hat- wind in your hair as it blew behind you . The other was a selfie, you laying on your shared bed, makeup all messy and hair sprawled out on the pillow behind you- smudged eyeliner and glossy red lips, you wore a white spaghetti strapped vest, hard nipples pressing through the material.

Lets just say you helped with keeping her entertained during those long nights laying wide awake on the bottom bunk on one of the many bunk beds that were pushed up against the side of the white washed concrete wall in the shared.

She had missed you so much, her heart throbbed every time she looked upon that pretty Polaroid and the letter you sent her every three weeks. When she got the call that she could return home a month earlier than what was planned, she was ecstatic- finding it hard not to schedule a phone call home, announcing the good news.

But another idea nibbled at her, she'd seen those cute videos of soldiers surprising their wives by coming home early. The idea of seeing your suprise face, soft lips parted in suprise and eyes wide as you wrapped your arms around her neck for the first time in so long made her brain melt.

Well.... Fuck it.

•••••••••••

The soft chirps of twittering birds echoed throughout the otherwise silent suburban neighborhood, a soft breeze fluttering past her hair as she opened the door of her Uber Infront of the blue home that you and Ellie owned.

She thanked the driver, lugging out the black suitcase and slung the grey duffle bag over her shoulder as her boot clad feet began trailing up the stone path leading up to the porch, soft sun shining through the doors stained glass window, casting a colorful glow on the warm wooded floor of your hallway.

You were brushing your teeth when the sound of the doorbell rang through your house, you spat out the toothpaste, wiping your mouth before signing as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Pink stripped pyjama set, hair tied-up, out of the way and messy, your eyes still half closed, well you don't really think that looking good for the Amazon man is that important.

Fluffy socks met the carpeted staircase as you walked down yelling a small "Coming!" So whoever was at the door didn't leave, assuming the house vacant.

Your hand met the cold metal of the door handle, pushing down and pulling towards you. Your heart stopped. Your heartbeat loud in your ears, as you gazed at the brunette- eyes glassed over.

"Ells...? Is that really you...?" You whimpered, followed by a small sniffle.

"Hi sugar..."

Before you knew it, your arms wrapped themselves securely round her neck, squeezing tightly as her arms wrapped around your waist in return.

"Missed me?" She laughed into your hair.

"so... So much"

You looked up, your own eyes locking with her green ones, she pressed her lips against yours, tongues dancing with eachother- your hand moving from her neck to cup her cheek tenderly, massaging the supple skin in a circular motion.

"Think we should take this upstairs doll?.." she smirked suggestively, mouth mere centimeters away from yours-

You could only nod in reply.

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This is really short and kinda rushed </33, but it's so cute 🫶

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[testingthewatersss]

Kissing Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture,  etc. this one is actually pretty tame tbhBucky Barnes x F Reader Oneshot 3000 words fluff, angst, comfort & kissing. 18+ MDNI  Bucky can't stop thinking about kissing. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

Kissing is something that Bucky has been fixated on for months, now.

He’s been out of the grips of HYDRA and settled into the tower for just long enough for his mind to be wondering away from the terrors that have been plaguing him ever since he’d first been dragged out of a cryo tank with blood that was on fire, and an arm that wasn’t his own.

At first, the breaks from panic had been so far and few between that he’d quarantined himself in his newly renovated bedroom and only dared to let himself within one metre of Steve, in case he suddenly forgot where he was and caused some kind of irreparable damage, but then, he’d met her…

He hadn’t meant to. He’d made every effort to avoid running into Tony’s younger sister, but then, when he had finally decided to eat, he’d snuck out of his room at three am, and he’d found her, messy haired and sketching at the breakfast bar, he’d been too stunned to run, so he stayed, and despite his initial reservations she’d rapidly become one of the only people in the world that he genuinely trusts.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” she coos, beaming at him from across the counter, “you’re starring.”

He is starring— She’s beautiful, kind, and patient, and her face is being lit by the sunlight that is just starting to pour in through the big glass windows, and despite himself, he’s been utterly captivated by the way her mouth is curling around the white coffee mug she’s drinking from.

She quirks a brow, and Bucky feels his cheeks burn red and hot as he averts his gaze from her lips.

Kissing, isn’t something he gets to do, no matter how badly he might want to.

They’re alone in the room. It’s early, and, they both know they have a couple of hours until anyone else starts to surface.

Even though he’s blushing, Bucky can’t help but let his eyes roll back up to Y/N’s face, he settles a little when he notices how her attention isn’t on him, it’s split between a book that’s propped open on the counter top and the coffee she’s holding in one of her hands.

Her teeth tug at the corner of her mouth, and he finds himself imagining what it would be like to let his thumb hover against the pink-

Stop it, Barnes, he thinks sternly, starring at a dame without her knowin' is creepy enough.

She goes to take another drink, but this time her gaze catches his. She offers him a smile, but he misses it, suddenly overwhelmed with the horrible sensation of being caught doing something wrong; He blurts out a “Sorry” that he hopes might spare him a scolding, and he makes a point of averting his eyes, focusing intently on the grey, marble surface before him.

When a soft hand lands on his cheek, he jolts back, throwing the stool out from under himself and stumbling into the wall with a crash that only startles him further.

He can’t breathe- He can’t think- The sound of something breaking is fresh in the air, and all he knows is that he’s done something wrong, that something bad is coming—

“Hey…” she exhales, calm, “You’re okay, it’s just me, alright? I’m gonna come closer”

Just like that blue eyes are wide, and once again insanely focused on Y/N’s face, though his thoughts are significantly less pleasant, this time around -

“You’re alright, I promise”

Bucky barely hears her, with the way his ears are suddenly thrumming with his panicked pulse, but still, he forces a jerky, obedient nod as the woman takes a cautious step towards him.

“I’m sorry,” she tells him next, “That was my fault- I shouldn’t have touched ya’ without askin’-”

He’s panting, his eyes are wild, and Y/N can see the way that his metal hand is scratching at the smooth surface that he’s backed himself up against.

“Bucky” she calls, a little firmer now, “Can you take a deep breath for me?”

“Y-Yeah” he gasps, “Yeah — I- I… I’ll— I-” Don’t hurt me, he thinks desperately, I’ll do whatever you want—

A single deep breath is hardly much better than the way he’d been hyperventilating before, but, she thinks, It proves he's listening.

She almost wishes he wasn’t so focused on her, though, because the look on his face is devastating to see—

He’s barely blinking, so she offers him a comforting smile, before showing him both of her hands and taking another, slow, step towards him,

“It’s just me, okay?” she purrs, “Can I touch you, sweetheart? I’m not going to hurt you, I promise”

I’m not going to hurt you

He’s heard that before, more times than he can count, and it’s almost always been followed by cruelty. But this, this is Y/N, and she’s promising him, and she’s never lied to him before.

The nod he gives her is slight, but, definitely there so, she compromises by reaching out slowly, leaving a centimetre between his cheek and the skin of her open palm.

“It’s alright-” she whispers, seeing the conflicted crease in his brow, “-You’re fine.”

Bucky can feel the heat of her hand, he wants to lean in towards her, more than anything, but he’s so used to stillness meaning safety, that he decides not to risk it.

“Shit” he gulps, voice cracking with adrenaline, “I-I didn’t mean to— t-to break anythin’…”

Don’t be angry, he pleads internally, I can't even offer to pay to fix it, I could try, I guess-

Y/N throws a glance over her shoulder. She hadn't noticed anything breaking. Not that it matters. The stool is still lying on the ground, at worst she thinks there might be a crack on the bar, from where he’s grabbed it in his panic, but she can have it's nothing that couldn't be fixed in a matter of hours. She just smiles as she looks back over at him, shaking her head and re-thinking her approach by opening her arms in invitation;

“You're fine-” she repeats, beaming as he starts to move, tentatively shuffling into her embrace, “-C’mere, Buck— did you have a rough night?”

The second he surrenders and lets his brow drop to Y/N’s waiting shoulder, he crumbles. Tears are suddenly burning behind his eyes, so he shuts them, gritting his teeth so hard that his jaw aches in his frantic attempt to stop himself from crying.

She feels the change in his posture, and wraps her arms around him, stroking his back slowly, as he fights to control his breathing.

“Did you get any sleep?”

Her question makes his heart stammer urgently. He doesn’t want to lie, but the idea of being honest in with his answer is just as sour somehow.

“I- uh,- tried—” is what he whispers, urgently, into the crook of her neck, “—I swear, it's the beds or, or something, they don't feel like they used to-”

Her heart aches at the crack in his voice, she nods, and whispers out an “I believe you” that works at easing the tension. Something in her tone, whether it’s the gentle lilt of affection, or just the way that she is really not freaked out by this whole encounter is unclear, but it's there and he loves it.

He really just loves it.

“C’mon,” she purrs, pulling back a little, “Wanna eat somethin’, with me?”

Without meaning too, Bucky clings to the fabric of her t-shirt. The idea of losing a fraction of the contact she’s giving him so readily is painful.

She’s not oblivious to the way he’s holding on to her like his life depends on it— she’s known him for long enough to know that he flickers between states of total self-inflicted isolation, and a genuine need for the skin on skin.

It makes sense, really— He’s been touched-starved for god knows how long. He’s been locked up and tortured, and worse for a lifetime, and even though everyone had been warned about his status as HYDRAs ‘attack dog’, she’s always thought that from the second he’d started to trust her, the transition to ‘lap dog’ had been awfully fast.

“I-“ Bucky whispers, “I’m—‘m not- not r-eady” I’m not ready to let go, he thinks urgently, not yet.

“Alright, sweetheart” Y/N replies with the same gentle voice he likes so much, “We've got nowhere to be”

Bucky has no idea how she always seems to know what he needs to hear, but he takes it all the same; and she doesn’t try and draw back again, not when there is no reason for her to rob him of whatever small facet of comfort he’s managing to find in her arms.

She’s more than happy to remind him that he’s with friends, now, and not strangers who hurt him for no reason.

“You got plans for today, Buck?” she asks, once the rise and fall of his chest start to regulate, “Or are you a free-agent?”

“I… t-told Steve I’d check in… he’s— he’s been worryin’ about me”

She laughs at that, quiet and soft against the side of his head.

“He’s been worryin’ about you since 1942”

That makes him crack a smile, it’s small and unsteady, but it’s there, and as he unveils his face from her shoulder, Y/N sees it, and she can’t help but reach up to stroke his cheek—

Just like that, his focus is back to kissing.

His eyes are watching the soft curve of her lips, the pressure of her fingers against the skin of his face is drawing him in, and he can almost feel her mouth on his—

Y/N doesn’t question his obvious distraction this time, she just watches patiently as he stares at her with an expression she can’t quite place;

“So…” she exhales, “…Once you’ve let Cap’ seen you’re not in mortal peril, you wanna come hang out with me in my lab?”

“Yes,” he bursts, eager to agree, “yes, p-please I— I’d… I’d like that a lot—”

Bucky loves Y/N’s lab.

He loves the way that it’s full of incredible things that she makes an effort to explain to him, over and over again, even though he barely ever understands it anyway. He loves the way he knows where he can go, and what he can touch, and how it never feels like he’s going to get into some kind of trouble for existing in there, but more than any of that, he thinks, he loves her. He loves her being there, beside him, chattering away like he’s not broken, and touching her hand against his like he hasn’t murdered people twice her size—

“I was hopin’ you might…” Y/N coos happily, snapping his attention firmly back to her face, “…You never know-” she adds, “-You might even manage to get some rest on one of the couches-”

He shoots her a longing glance and hopes earnestly that she doesn’t know how infatuated with her he is. He suspects that she does know, though, when she leans in and presses her lips against his brow.

Kissing.

Y/N is kissing him.

It only lasts a second, but it makes his breathing stop all the same.

When she pulls back, grinning and still stroking his jaw with her thumb, he feels whatever had been left of his resolve shattering.

“If you're breakin' out the puppy dog eyes” she coos, genuinely concerned by the way tears are suddenly filling his eyes, “you must want somethin'... huh? what? You wanna head down right now?”

That's exactly what he wants.

He nods, sniffing lamely as he tries not to blink in case any more emotion spreads across his face. Y/N doesn’t say anything else, she just looks over at the elevator door and waits for him to pad away from her hands, towards it.

It doesn’t take long for them to make it to her laboratory. She scans them both in, and when FRIDAY makes her usual offer of preparing the space for their use, she dismisses the AI politely, with a single request regarding the heating being turned on.

To Bucky’s initial dismay, Y/N doesn’t even look at him— she heads straight for a cupboard, where she proceeds to stand up on her tiptoes in order to reach something that he also can’t make out.

When she turns on her heels, holding a thick, dark, blanket, he’s sure he’s seeing things.

“C’mon then, sweetheart— Pick a couch, any couch”

What?

He blinks at her dumbly, still feeling tears stinging behind his eyes.

She tilts her head and chuckles, before looking around the room at the three, different loveseats;

“Do you have a preference?” she reiterates, “or-”

“I want to stay with you” he bursts, unable to hold back, “I… I mean, I— I- I like, I-“

Y/N feels her heart swelling with flattery, he’s so sweet, so hopelessly hungry for affection and companionship that the idea of anyone hurting him makes her almost irrationally angry.

“Come on then” she exhales, reaching out a hand towards him, and opening and closing her fist in invitation, “Dealers choice”

His chest stammers nervously as he lets his flesh fingers close around hers. He can’t even begin to understand why she’s being so kind to him, but she is, and he needs it. So he doesn’t ask, he just follows behind her as she leads him to a dark leather sectional that’s tucked away in the corner of the room.

“FRIDAY, can you send Cap’ a message please?-” Y/N purrs, folding down on to the plush cushions, “-Tell him that Barnes is fine, and that he’ll catch him for dinner or something later on”

“Sure thing, boss”

She’s still holding his hand, watching him with an expression so lovely that he can barely handle it.

“I-I— I-” he mumbles, “I’m— uh—“

“Exhausted” Y/N cuts in, patting the space beside her, “C’mon, sweetheart, I’ve got some readin’ to catch up on, you can curl up right here and keep me company”

That little burst of encouragement is all it takes for Bucky to fight past the embarrassment he’s feeling and settle himself on the couch, before, he very, very slowly, begins to lie himself down, with his head in Y/N’s lap.

“There” she coos, approving, “lets just-“ she adds, throwing the quilt up, over his body, “That’s better, right? nice and warm”

He can barely comprehend the niceness of his position. He’s staring up at her, wide-eyed and vulnerable, and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s bringing their tangled hands up to his lips, so that he can press a kiss against her knuckles.

The gesture is so, so lovely, that Y/N can’t help but smile down at him, reaching across with her free fingers to start to stroke his hair back, away from his brow.

“You” she whispers, “Are the sweetest guy alive, y’know that?”

He doesn’t, he doesn’t know anything close to that. So he shakes his head and feels his eyes spilling over, down across his cheeks as he lets himself close them.

Everything feels too raw. He’s tired, exposed, and in love and he hadn't realised that morning, and now he can't stop realising it and it’s too much, right now, because he doesn't know how or when it happened, but she is one of the most important people in his life, and he’s just kissed her hand, and he didn’t ask first, and he’s sorry, and he’s scared and tired, and—

“Well you are…” she says, making his frantic thoughts slam to a halt, “…You’re lovely, and charming, and handsome—”

Suddenly, he’s staring again.

“I’m sorry” he gulps, “I- I really am, Y/N/N-”

That isn’t what she’d been expecting to hear.

She shakes her head, slipping her hand down, so that she’s stroking his cheek with her thumb;

“I… I mean it” he counters, “I- I shouldn’t h-have kissed you- I-”

“What?” Y/N asks, genuinely confused, “What are you talking, about Buck?”

“Just now… I— Y-your hand, I— I, I couldn’t help it, darlin’— I- I- I’ve been thinkin’ a-about kissin’— about kissin’ you, and I— I shouldn’t have— I- I just couldn’t— I-“

He’s getting so worked up that his nostrils are flaring. It’s painful to watch, so she wastes no time in slipping the hand she’s holding up to her own lips, where she kisses his knuckles this time, effectively silencing him instantly.

“You’ve been thinkin’ about kissin’ a lot, huh?” she wonders, after a moment of silence,

Oh, god.

His face is on fire.

His eyes are full of tears again, but he can’t tear them away from her face.

She’s smiling, and he can’t help but think that she looks like an angel-

He nods, too mortified to make his confession aloud.

“and is it just me you’ve been thinkin’ about?” she presses, a lilt of humour in her tone, “or is it Natasha, too?”

“No” he bursts, “No, Y/N/N.. it…uh, it’s just you…”

Bucky knows he’s caught. He knows that no matter how humiliating this whole thing might be, that lying is only going to make it worse.

“Well” Y/N exhales, expression thoughtful, “It’s been a long time for you, sweetheart, it’s only normal that you’re gonna think about things like that-”

A strange kind of bravery washes over him for a minute, and he shakes his head, looking right at her, as he speaks,

“It’s not that, doll, it’s-” he inhales, “It's you, I didn't get it but, I, I do now and I know it’s— it’s crazy and I- I shouldn’t be tellin’ ya but I- I just want ya to know that you— you mean the world to me, and I- I-” “It has been a while, though, right?”

The teasing in her voice cuts through the intensity of the atmosphere, and despite himself, and his crippling anxiety, Bucky finds himself scoffing.

“Yeah..” he agrees, “Yeah it… it’s been a while.”

Y/N beams at him, before kissing his hand again.

“I know I just got FRIDAY to make you dinner plans with Rodgers,” she says, “But he's had plenty of chances to third wheel already- how would you feel about givin' him a rain check? that way we can talk about our feelings for each other somewhere more romantic than my lab—”

His breath catches in his throat. His fingers tighten around hers and for a horrible second, Y/N worries that she’s totally misread the situation;

“W-what do you mean ‘feelings for each other’?”

It’s her turn to blush now, even though Bucky thinks he’s never seen anyone so perfect;

“Well I…” she murmurs, “I might’ve misunderstood you, sweetheart, but it- it sounded like you were sayin’ you-”

“I do” he’s quick to assure her, “Y/N/N, I— I mean… but you— you-”

“Am kinda sweet on you too”

The man in her lap offers her a smile that splits his face- She thinks it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen, even if he’s blatantly exhausted.

“So…” she sighs, beaming back at him “…You get some rest… I’ll finish some work that I can’t make Tony’s problem and then…” she purrs, stroking her free hand through his hair, “Then we’ll see about the kissing…”

Masterlist

[ask-swansea]

I'll buy you 4 pairs of expensive sneakers if you spill the tea on your past gay experiences

sigh.

I was 17. Had my whole future ahead of me at this point; College to plan for, job ideas to start exploring, a life to start living as I crept up to the big one-eight. Instead, I was the working man of my household. My mom, Maria Hatfield, was pretty sick at this point- Had been since having my sister, Fern. My sister, a good few years younger than me, obviously wasn't the biggest help- nor did I expect her to be. She was just a kid in a bad situation.

But, my birthday was a few months away, and graduation was too. The end of winter was closing up and I'de been pulling doubles all shift when my friend, Elliot Verage, popped by at the end of my shift and invited me out to grab some food. He said I'd been looking too tired and stressed for my own good all week- we saw each other in Calculus and Biology- and he wanted to help me relax. Me and Elliot went way back; We met before middle school, and had been closer than two peas in a pod since. He was one of the few people there, consistently, no matter what was going on in my home life.

I agreed to go; I was hungry, I called home and made sure the family was okay, and we headed off to my favorite restaurant; They sold the BEST, juiciest burgers with cheese, crispy pickles, and the best waffle fries on the north coast. They also gave you candies at the end with your bill; my favorite being the Twix.

Well, we got there and chose a two seated table near the back. He insisted on letting me talk about how everyone in the family was doing- He was great at listening. Pain in the ass sometimes because he loves to tease you, but a great listener and knew when to be serious. And when it came to my family? He was always serious. Sometimes when I was talking it was almost distracting. He had grey eyes; Weird to see on a person. Usually eyes are brown, or black, maybe even blue or green. But his were this grey that you couldn't always help but get lost in. It was damn near embarrassing at times.

At some point he joined in talking. The conversation pivoted as he ate, joked, laughed- From family, to personal lives, future goals, and eventually romance. Neither of us were dating anyone. I'de never found the time and I was a fucking HORRIBLE flirt. He was a little more vague on his reasoning. We're joked about romance alot over the years. I mean, we did everything together! We went out to eat, saw movies, occasionally harbored a sleepover with a little too much close-contact. He was who invited me to prom, seeing as I wasn't going to ask anyone myself. We talked about that; reminiscing? We'de never found it uncomfortable. Letting loose around each other came naturally. But at one point in the conversation, he passingly joked that if I were a woman, he'd have already kissed me.

I have no idea why, I really don't, but I asked why he hadn't yet.

Without missing a BEAT, he leaned across the table, kissed me right on the lips. It was in that moment I realized why he'd never dated; and in that moment that I. Really didn't mind him kissing me. It was weird; growing up, we weren't really taught about "it's not always a boy and a girl", y'know? But in that moment, even if just for a second, everything felt.

Calm.

He pulled away and we stared at each other for a couple seconds in silence. Gauging each others reactions. We're either of us upset? Disgusted? Disagreed? Seeing I wasn't, he grabbed one of my hands from the table and leaned back in.

At the end of that dinner, after a little more (positively) tense conversation, we got the bill. When we got our candies I got a milky way and he got a Twix. I swear, you've never seen someone to proud as he was when he leaned over and handed me the Twix, winked, and thanked me for the 'date'. Guess it was a date in the end though, wasn't it? We ended up going back to my house, arm and arm two mischievous teenage boys, and..Ahem.

We were together for a few months, after that. Then came graduation, and I turned 18. He loved me like a kid loves their special stuffed animal. Feels weird to explain, but it felt raw, pure. We were pretty secretive about it. Didn't need word getting out, to risk my job, or his college applications. He got accepted into college; one halfway across the country at that. And I wasn't about to hold him back. He was smart, not just street wise, but top of the class; a stark difference to my C's and D's. He was headed for great things; always talking about how desperately he wanted to go into veterinarian sciences. Loved animals. Loved nature, at that.

And as much as I'de miss the warmth he brought to my life, that summer, I had to learn to let go. I saw him off to his plane; we ended up breaking up at the airport, mutually. He wasn't sure if he'd be returning to this place any time soon; Years, actually. He said if he ever did, and I was free and him as well, that we could always meet again.

Everything else during that time in life happened shortly after. I never did see Elliot again. I hope, somewhere, he's out there enjoying life fixin' up cats and dogs and all that.

[infranuz]

I. your hands are cold || snap out of it

after a long day of endless shopping with chishiya and kuina you had finally decided to call it a day and head home for a good rest. you had practically dragged chishiya and kuina around to book stores, cafes, and malls all day they silently begged you got tired at some point. “all those stores yet you only bought 10 books and a new jeans album” kuina huffed at the lack of items you were carrying compared to all the time spent

“correction, that I bought her” chishiya added as he slowly took the bags from your grasp so they wouldn’t bother you. “yeah yeah sure, thanks” you smiled back at him giggling at his words. it was pretty true tho, you had made chishiya pay for your books as a welcome back gift. much to chishiyas dissatisfaction..

it eventually grew silent again between the three of you, only the sound of people walking could be heard. it was pretty late at night yet you still had to walk a couple more blocks to your room after their stop. as you guys were slowly approaching the familiar apartment kuina spoke up.

“are you staying over today or?..” she wanted to make sure you got home safely if you were planning on not staying. there were some pretty dangerous people out there..

“no sorry, i promised arisu i would go with him, usagi and karube to the movies tomorrow” you smiled sadly as the girl only nodded in understanding “aren’t you just going to be thirdwheeling tho” kuina asked with a deadpan face as she walked into the room after opening the door. chishiya followed right after her placing your bags on top of the counter.

“yeah,, pretty much.. he said he still felt embarrassed being alone with her” you entered the room closing the door behind you. “how is that even possible.. they’ve been dating for 5 months already” kuina could only cringe at your words. “RIGHT?! i keep telling him to just play it cool it’s usagi anyway like dude” kuina hummed at your words

“ anyway, i’m going to take a shower, are you leaving already?” she asked before entering her room to grab her necessities. “yeah it’s kind of late already, arisu is probably worried shitless” you grabbed a water bottle and your bags before making your way to the entrance door once again.

“I’ll see you some other day then, walk safely [name] if anything happens just call me kay?” and like that kuina could no longer be seen as she entered the bathroom.

chishiya popped out of his room already in a new set of clothing,, just a simple white and blue sweater (?), his iconic sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. and you weren’t even going to lie, he looked good.

“i’ll walk you come on” he moved towards you with the keys to their apartment for when he came back.

“no it’s okay chishi, i can walk by myself,, thanks though I appreciate it.” you turned around only to have him so close, face to face. “I’ll walk you” he insisted as he opened the door and signaled you to follow him.

you cracked a smile as you stepped outside, the cold air breeze hitting your face for the trillionth time today. “thank you chishiya”

“i’ll carry the bags if it’s too heavy for you..” he requested as he reached for your hand. “how about you hold one end and I’ll hold the other, yeah? it’ll be as if we’re holding hands!” he let out a snort but yet agreed.

a new conversation sparked as you walked home, weirdly enough chishiya was too talkative today? maybe it was just you going crazy but he seriously seemed more lively than other days. maybe it was because you were back in town, anyway it had been a month since you had last seen him.

a “ridiculous” idea popped in your head,, maybe he missed you? please! that would be funny to think of, the chishiya shuntaro missing someone? talk about unbelievable, yet, you still held to that idea as stupid and funny as it sounded.

before you knew it you could see your apartments door in view, all the talking made you realize how you weren’t even paying attention to the road. “here” he handed you his end of the bag as you guys made it to the door step.

“thank you chishi, you saved me some time there” you gladly took the end from his hands slowly feeling how cold they were. “your hands are cold” you frowned at the new discovery,, “nothing new?” he looked at you in confusion.

“hold on stay here, let me get you some mittens.” you hurried inside your apartment completely ignoring arisu as he greeted you. stepping into your room you set the bags down and located your mitten drawer, you took out the biggest pair you had. sprinting back down and heading out the door, once again there he was still standing outside.

“Im not putting those on” he immediately said after he saw the lavender purple mittens you had on hand “please? your hands are cold can’t risk you getting sick chishi” he was about to open his mouth to refuse when suddenly without a second thought you reached for his pretty cold hands, putting the mittens over them.

chishiya groaned with a frown on his face yet he no longer protested “see? not so hard was it.. don’t take them off until you get home kay? anyway will you be fine walking back on your own? you can always stay over theres-” you were cut off when he simply stated that he would be fine.

“itll only get more late if I don’t leave now, I’ll be fine” chishiya stepped away from you getting ready to leave. you sighted at his decision hoping he was telling the truth. “but, be careful okay? and thank you for today, the books and the walk back home.” you offered him a smile looking down at his hand covered mittens. silly and cute yet a rare sight to see.

chishiya nodded and starting walking towards his own apartment. you stayed watching over him until his short figure slowly disappeared from your view, you smirk recalling all the events that happened before heading inside ready to receive a handful from your brother for being home so late.

— aaaaaa I’m so happy to finally be able to post the chapter I had to triple read it to see if I missed anything (which I probably did..) but anyway updates will be every friday or maybe daily if I can handle doing hw and chapters at the same time, ty for all the feedback I got from my last post I appreciate it a lot <33 ps. if anyone wants to be added to the tag list send me an ask or just comment and I’ll add you <3

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[silvernyxchariot]

Kabuto Yakushi x GN!Reader

Content Warnings: Fluff, sickeningly sweet; Lords, was I always this gawky as a kid; reworked one-shot from 2012-14 era

Word Count: 1437

“My life wasn't horrible… but it certainly was dreary.”

Another day in my life and I wake up in a candlelit room, the small prison window on the door also supplies my sight with the torches in the hallway. There’s practically nothing for me to do, maybe a simple little desk and some writing supplies. The other inmates are crazed from constant boredom and experimentation; not even one can offer an intellectual sentence.

I roll my eyes at another distant scream.

Orochimaru's forsaken eastern hideout was miserable, but aren't they all; even though we are in the land of fire, as far as I could remember, why hasn't anyone found this place? My jutsu is undeveloped. My shinobi skills are unrefined. So, why does he want to keep me? No… I think I want to be here.

Flashback Back then, I had lived a simple life. The waterfall was luke warm at best, but it was useful for a bath and I can't help but linger in the lakes depths. Brilliant blue to a burnt orange to a yellowish grey, I watched as the sky turned to night. The day had come and gone as if nothing else had existed. The water calmed my nerves, but I must've looked like a raisin by now. My cottage is only two minutes away from the waterfall. As I walked through the brush, my reflexes proved horrible. Three little pricks sent shivers into my very core, silver piercings in my arm, shoulder, and neck. Pressure points. “Damn it.” When I hit the ground, and before I fainted, a man walks up to my place on the ground. In a rather polite voice laced with hints of venom, “I'm sorry Miss; I didn't—” That's all I could hear before the my senses went black. Fortunately, I saw my assailant's face. He was… pretty? His silver hair and onyx black eyes just shown so beautifully; but what was so funny was… His circular glasses made him look so boyish. Then everything faded. End Flashback

That was such a cliché meeting. Yes, the reason I stay is for this one person. Stupid, don't you think? And it started with mistaken identity. But I don't care; I couldn't help but love him. For months, I've followed Kabuto around, whether it be for small errands or a dangerous mission. Most of the time, I have been his subordinate specifically. At least I try my best to be. You see, I’m not the best shinobi since I was never given any formal training. A few punches and kicks in taijutsu. I can barely release myself from simple genjutsu. And never mind trying to pull off a shadow clone. I was a horrible shinobi.

I would fall off almost any branch or ledge, trip and roll down a hill but Kabuto was never mad at me. He’s patient and maybe hyper fixated on his current task that I must force him to remember how to drink or eat. It’s strange; possibly he felt the same. Kabuto had been a creeper on a couple of occasions: staring at me, caressing my thigh, or maybe twiddling my hair. I stare into his eyes when he’s too close.

In the darkness of my cell a small beam of light appears, for the door creaked open and guess who stood there. “Come on out. We're going somewhere,” his close eyed smile is so innocent that I had to chuckle. “You must be bored. As always.” Kabuto stayed in step with me.

“Ok…” I never argued, Kabuto never asked anything unreasonable of me. “Where are we going, Kabuto?”

“I just need to find something… You have decent eyes. So, you're going to help me,” he shrugs nonchalantly as if the screams didn’t exist. The smirk on his face was far too enigmatic for a simple mission like he claims this one is, but I could not read his face; what's new?

I have no idea what time means or what it is when I’m underground. Kabuto brought me out in the blazing heat of summer, and I have to squint and keep my eyes shut for a few minutes. But the fresh air feels good. My joints pop as I stretch and rotate my joints. My lungs groan and scream as I fill them with air.

Four Hours Later, flying through the trees, the orange gleam of disappearing light is behind us. The branched groan at our landing and body weight. Kabuto and I had been traveling on foot. The evergreen forest became thicker and thicker, but it was beautiful. The trees offered shade from the blazing sun and cool relief in the summer heat. As we continued, rainbow bundles of flora became more evident. Over the horizon, a silver round moon began to rise.

Finally, Kabuto dropped at a moment’s notice and came to a stand still near a small cave entrance. Catching my breath, I descended to stand beside him. Kabuto only slightly turned to see if I was even still here. “Kabuto!” He left me without a clue, so the basic thing I would do… follow him. Time and time again, tripping fucking hurts. The only thing I could possibly grab a hold of for balance in the barely lit cave was Kabuto. Despite his slender build, he’s sturdy and holds me upright without even trying. His dark chuckle only ever made me clumsier, as it was distracting. Always was. I staggered until he finally decided to pick me, legs and knees up, and face-to-face with those circular frames.

“If you keep this up you do realize we'll never get back to the hideout in time. I'm only given roughly 2 days just to find this.” What is it!? He never tells me anything. “Close your eyes, count to ten, and then open them.” I huffed but obeyed. He was demanding and actually quite forceful sometimes. If I didn’t close my eyes, he’d shove his face over my sight. I had to take advantage of this and let myself snuggle into his embrace, arms wrapped around his neck and the collar of his shirt. I heard him huff but I had a triumphant smirk on my face.

Ten, nine, eight, seven…

When I open my eyes, the moonlight is an ethereal beauty. Everything glimmered with a silver coat of pale light. Everything is moving in slow motion. The dragonflies and fireflies buzz around. The more I looked around the buds of the evening moon lilies opened wide as if to greet me. My favorite. They only bloom in the dark. Small flowers with a sweet scent; the best appearances for a night wedding, ornaments, or a bouquet.

“Happy birthday…” Kabuto stands at the edge of the cave we just exited. A little awkward, not sure what to do with himself, but I was too busy chasing the rabbits that inhabited the little clearing. He set me down to let me wander the garden cave. In that moment, exasperation and awe fills me with warmth despite the creeping cold of the night.

This small area. It was beautiful. The pond and little river, that reflected the shimmering moon, was surrounded by iridescent blooms.

I couldn’t hold my excitement as I turned and crushed Kabuto in a crushing grip. I peered into his black eyes, satisfaction. He was happy and so was I. But it didn't matter where we were and what was happening, as long as we were together a moment like this would never go away. “I have something else for you.” He pulled a chain from his pocket and clipped it around my neck. An intricate summer themed locket.

“I wish I could repay you for this…” Nothing but a whisper. I could say nothing more. But no other words were exchanged. In their place, a forceful kiss.

Kabuto chuckled in amusement while adjusting his shirt and smirking into the chaste kiss, “I guess we should be getting back…”

“Yeah, uh, Kabuto. I lik- I love you.” A deep, bloody crimson filled my cheeks along with heated ears.

“I figured you'd say that” he chuckles as he stares down at me. “I love you too. I belong to you; you can do whatever you want to me, and I would let you do it.”

It was so exciting. “Really?” I whined with high-pitched excitement. He stayed silent for a moment and then patted my head like I was a kitten. I wrap my arms around this waist and rest my chin on his chest. “I know. I will always be yours in return… Always by your side.”

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One of the fan fics I'm editing from my neophyte years, and will subsequently post here to Tumblr.

Damn. I wish teenage me was mentally mature enough to have joined Tumblr during the SuperWhoLock era. For context, I'm catching up on some old shows that I wasn't interested in when I was a kid: iZombie, Bones, HIMYM, Dexter, and newer stuff like Queen's Gambit. THE CHAOS, where everyone loved gushing and word vomiting, must have been so much fun.

[gwens-fiction]

Patagonia Penguins Snippet

While yes, a prequel for Tropical Storm, it also very much can stand on its own sooooo…Have a snippet I wrote when testing a couple of the characters!

Regina stared at her captain before her, still processing what she had been told. Sure, there was a touch of grey to his black feathers, and his golden yellows were a little dulled. But retirement? Captain Liam wasn’t that old yet, not much more than a decade older than her.

"Regina? Did you hear me?"

She looked up, furrowing her brow. "I heard you, sir, but I can’t say I understand you."

Liam leaned back in his chair with a sigh, shaking his head. "I’m retiring so that I can spend more time with Belle and our chicks. As my current second in command, you’ll become the new captain in my place."

"But sir—“ She touched her flippers to her beak as she searched for the words she wanted to say. However, they wouldn’t come.

"Do you not want the position?"

"Of course I do, but are you sure this is the right time, sir?"

He sighed, looking softly at her with his gentle blue eyes. "There will never be a right time, Gina. I just know you are ready to take the helm, and my chicks are growing up quickly as it is. If I wasn’t confident you could handle it, I would have put it off, but I know I wouldn’t trust anyone else with my team."

With a sigh, Regina finally nodded. "It’ll be an honor, sir. You better keep in touch though. We're gonna miss you."

"Likewise. I want letters of all the non classified escapades you all go on. Keep me in the loop." He chuckled as he stood up. "I haven’t told the others yet, but I will tonight when they’re back."

"Of course. Just know you aren’t going anywhere until after Lucy throws you a retirement party."

"Ha! I wouldn’t dare leave without my last Lucy party. You and I both know she’d hunt me down and drag me back for it if I tried."

"She wouldn’t be alone in the ambush either….Neo's going to take this pretty hard, you know."

Liam nodded with a long sigh. "He’s been the nephew I never had, it’s going to be hard leaving him…Which is exactly why I wanted you to be my replacement. No one else knows this rookery better than one of us."

"We'll be a man down."

"For a while, yes…But I’m sure you’ll find a new recruit in no time, or much like Neo, they may find you instead." He smiled.

Regina looked away again, smoothing down her spotted feathers. Things wouldn’t be the same without Liam around, but after his parental leave months ago for their most recent egg, she should have seen this coming. He had always been the more parental type. It was admirable.

Even if it seemed impractical to her. After all, living the life they live, wouldn’t raising chicks near the unit be safer than leaving it? She highly doubted that their enemies got retirement notices of their nemesis or would even care?

That said, Liam had always strong instincts, so who was she to doubt them now?

[release-the-mccracken]

Berquinn Playlist

Bert: Quinn ended up giving me a ride up to my parents' house. It was a beautiful night. I remember the moon was out and there was something different about this person that I'd met and I knew that we were going to write beautifully together.

I take your hand, lead you out to the street. To tell you that your golden hair and pale blue eyelids make me feel like I might go wild. Cheetah print makes me a liar. So I tell you I just like you for your smile.

Every time we lie awake, after every hit we take. Every feeling that I get, but I haven't missed you yet. Only when I stop to think about it, I hate everything about you. Why do I love you?

I promise it will be the last time, that I do all the things that I said that I wouldn't do last night. Then I lose my shit and I slam the door. And I ask myself, "what'd I do that for?" I wanna cause a scene just to feel alive. Maybe I'm only mean 'cause I know you're mine.

You got so down I couldn't get high. You make it harder and harder for me to know who I am, so this time I gotta hear it if you give a goddamn. Your violence feels like kisses to me. Your silence makes it harder to breathe.

You promise me Heaven, then put me through hell. Chains of love got a hold on me. When passion's a prison, you can't break free. Oh, you're a loaded gun.

Got a girl with California eyes and I thought that she could really be the one this time. But I never got the chance to make her mine because she fell in love with little thin white lines.

I'm afraid of all I am, my mind feels like a foreign land. I've spent all of the love I saved. We were always a losing game. Small town boy in a big arcade, I got addicted to a losing game.

Come to me in the night hours. I will wait for you and I can't sleep 'cause thoughts devour. Thoughts of you consume. I can't help but love you, even though I try not to.

The past few months were pretty rough, a couple times wished we both were dead. I never cried like that before. I thought my eyes would pop out of my head. Not just preparing for nightmares, but nothing feels alright now. The length of my hair or the fit of my clothes. And crying like a baby solved nothing.

This is the last time you say, after the last line you break. You say it helps you write your rhymes, whatever helps you sleep at night. You say that you love me. You won't remember in the morning. I'm not gonna stay and watch you circle the drain.

And I ain't seen a light of day since, well, that's not important. It's been long. And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip Houston. Cars and clothes, thought I was winning. You knew I was losing. You told me to wake up, but my clock always stays on snooze.

And I can't see you here, wondering where am I. It sort of feels like I'm running out of time. I haven't found all I was hoping to find. You said you gotta be up in the morning, gonna have an early night. And you're starting to bore me, baby. Why'd you only call me when you're high?

You missed a lesson on looking out for yourself, may not be on the up and up, but I'm on the up and out. So take me to the far side of the beach before it falls into the ocean, before you notice I'm eroding.

Can't walk into my closet without seeing your face. 'Cause all my favorite t-shirts are all your favorite band names. You put me in a Heart-Shaped Box, now you only ever call me when you're high. You know you ruined Nevermind. Now, every song's about you in my mind. But the worst thing that you ever did? You ruined Nirvana. And I can't forgive you for that.

I ain't seen the sunshine in three damn days. Been fueling up on cocaine and whisky. I wish I had a good girl to miss me. Lord, I wonder if I'll ever change my ways. Since you've been gone, my world's been dark and grey. You reminded me of brighter days. I hoped you were coming home to stay.

Never made the wind blow, never made a heart grow. Never made a dove take flight. Never made the sun rise, still can't get my heart right. Only ever made mistakes. So I can see the sunshine, breaking through the skyline. I can feel the warmth it brings, I can't help but stop and think.

Quinn: We made a tape and I remember driving around day and night listening to that tape. And just driving up into the mountains.

[my-head-is-an-animal]

Problems With The Heart

Greg House x Dr Anna Harding (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 7 - Back Home

House was losing his mind. Tritter was making his life hell. Wilson was abandoning him and the team was lying for him. After four months he was thinking about calling Anna, he thought about it once after he was back working, he started skateboarding and he wanted to call and tell her about it, but he just never did.

He missed Anna and he wanted her to come home. He wanted to see her. He’d already nearly overdosed and the only thing on his mind was Anna.

‘House, you have a visitor.’ Cuddy said while he was in the clinic.

He knew that smile, House jumped to his feet and rushed out of the clinic and saw Wilson laughing with Anna. She looked good, she had a tan and she looked happy.

‘Anna.’ He breathed and immediately she turned her blue eyes to see him.

She took a step towards him, her light grey shirt sat delicately over her black vest, she looked like she’d lost some weight. She was gorgeous, he felt his heart stop and he had no explanation as to why.

‘You’re using your cane again.’ She said, frowning. The second her eyes left his, he felt his chest ache, he couldn’t stand not looking at her. ‘Are you in pain?’

House didn’t care where he was standing, he didn’t care that everyone was watching him, everyone including Cuddy and Wilson. House dropped his cane and slid his hands up her jaw, finally he felt those lips he’d missed for six months. She was soft and warm and she tasted like coffee, he didn’t want to stop, but the second she began to pull away he knew he didn’t have a choice, he needed to stop. She pulled away just enough to speak.

‘I missed you.’ She whispered it so quietly no one heard. ‘I’ll stay with you tonight.’

Anna placed a small kiss to his lips and pulled away completely. Her pretty blue eyes connected with his, they were dark and beautiful. He could’ve been done with everything and taken her home with him there and then.

Anna left him standing alone in the middle of the clinic waiting room. He watched her go, before Cuddy picked up his cane, handing it to him.

‘She didn’t tell you she was coming back?’

House shook his head. ‘Last time I talked to her was six months ago.’ He said without really acknowledging what he was saying.

He went back into the exam room once Anna was out of sight. His patient was smiling at him as he wandered back in the room.

‘She your girlfriend?’ The pretty young woman asked, smiling.

House couldn’t help his smile, but tried to hide it from his patient. ‘No, my sister, we’re really close.’

Wilson rode the elevator with Anna in silence, but he was grinning.

‘I thought you said you hadn’t spoken since you left.’ Wilson just couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

‘You think I was lying?’

‘You mean you haven’t talked to him?’ Wilson headed out of the elevator and towards her office. ‘So, what was all that about?’

‘I have no idea, I’m just glad he didn’t yell.’ She said, they turned the corner and the whole of her department was there waiting for her to return. They cheered upon seeing her and gave Anna a small fright. Wilson decided to leave her to get up to speed on what had been happening since she’d been gone.

I loved being back, I’d had a miserable time in LA, the research centre was great, it was up, running and the clinic trials looked to be on track to achieve what they wanted, but I missed House. I thought about calling a couple of times, maybe make the excuse that I was just looking to get off, but I just couldn’t bear to do it.

As soon as I walked into the hospital, I saw Cuddy and Wilson talking, Cuddy’s first question was of course whether House knew I was there. She went straight to the clinic, it made me nervous, but Wilson was good at keeping me calm.

House was limping again, I didn’t know he’d needed to go back to using his cane, if he was in pain again then it meant the ketamine didn’t work. I really wasn’t sure what to say or do, but he would probably want to vent about it, or need some kind of relief.

Once I was finished for the day, I headed down to the lobby where House was waiting for me, sitting on top of the nurses desk, but he didn’t smile when he saw me. I frowned and acknowledged that this may not have been what I thought it was.

‘Dr House.’ I nodded and listened to him following me out of the hospital.

He didn’t say anything for a while.

‘Okay, do we need to talk about this?’ I asked as we walked towards his car. Again he didn’t say anything. ‘If you don’t want me around, that’s fine. I can go home and we can talk any time you want.’

‘Stay the weekend.’ House said just as we reached his car.

I was at first startled that he spoke, but the same hesitation was catching me out again. ‘Why?’

‘Because I’m asking.’ He had a small smile curling at the corner of his mouth. ‘I can’t hold you against the wall anymore, but all my other skills are still in tact.’ He flirted. ‘Come on, what’s the worst that will happen?’

I didn’t really have an answer, so I struggled to cobble one together.

‘I just got back, my apartments a mess,’ I was saying no and he knew that, he always knew. ‘I think this weekend is a bad weekend for this.’

‘Okay, next weekend.’ He said. ‘Or any weekend you want.’

I took a deep breath and turned away. ‘Before I left, I asked you to give me a reason to stay, you didn’t say anything.’ House remained silent. ‘What happened? Why aren’t you angry with me for not calling?’

‘Why aren’t you angry with me for the same reason?’ He shot back. ‘Either this means nothing and we really are just having fun, or it means more than anything and it’s going to work because we get each other. When I said I wanted more, I meant I wanted it to mean more. But you couldn’t give me that, so I played by your rules for a while, it’s not enough for me. I’m not angry because you’re the only thing that doesn’t make me angry, ever. I don’t know why that is, but I work better when you’re around.’

I didn’t know what to say, but somehow he was still able to make me cry. ‘You know there’s another way you can say that. It’s just three words and your actions tell me it’s true, but you’ve never said it.’

‘If I say it now-‘

‘It’ll be meaningless I know.’ I cut him off, wiping away my tears. ‘Why didn’t you call to tell me about your leg? Or about the cop? Wilson told me.’ I cut him off again before he could ask how I knew. ‘Why didn’t you ask me for help?’

‘I didn’t want to burden you.’ He said, miserably.

‘House, I’m the one person you don’t have to worry about burdening,’ I said, now crying more than I’d cried in years. ‘Haven’t I made that clear to you?’

He stood, tapping his cane against the ground momentarily. ‘I could ask you the same thing.’ I didn’t know how to respond. ‘You don’t sleep well, you’re just as fatigued as when you left which means you’re still not sleeping well. I wanted to help you, you wouldn’t let me.’

I couldn’t deny he was right, he was just infuriating when he was.

‘You don’t need to go back to your apartment. Stay with me tonight.’ He said again and those blue eyes found mine, making me half laugh. I gave in. I’d missed him too much.

House felt a little shame and a lot of guilt over Anna’s return. Maybe he should’ve called, maybe he should’ve been angry that she didn’t call him, but he wasn’t angry at all, he was just relieved. The one thing that made his life somewhat bearable was back and now nothing seemed so impossible.

She was a little awkward when they got home. He made her some coffee in the same mug she always used, he popped a Vicodin and watched her look around to find just about nothing had changed.

‘So, when did the leg start hurting again?’ She asked, she was making small talk, but still curious about what she’d missed.

‘I got a couple of good months.’ He said, cryptically. House limped over to the sofa to sit down. ‘How’s your sleep?’

‘I used to get a good night here and there.’ She admitted, her eyes flashed darkly and it made him smile. Anna eventually joined him on the sofa and for a while it was comfortable silence. ‘Are you going to tell me about this cop then?’

House groaned and let his head fall back.

‘Come on, whatever’s going on you can’t just ignore it.’ She reasoned.

‘I get you to come over to my place and you wanna talk about a cop?’ House snapped. ‘I wanna talk about you, or me, or something else.’ He felt like a kicked puppy by the end of it. He knew he shouldn’t have snapped at Anna, he was just annoyed.

‘Okay…’ she sipped her coffee and let her eyes wander to the rest of his home. ‘Well, LA sucked.’

‘It sucked? You were out in the sunshine, doing insane cardio research, playing with peoples hearts and you say it sucked.’

That made her laugh a little. ‘Yeah, the research is good, the trials were cool to watch get set up, the people were nice enough, but… I don’t know, I just missed being here.’

House took a moment to work out if she was lying, she never did lie to him, but she didn’t always tell him the whole truth. ‘You missed me.’ He worked it out.

Her blue eyes found his and they were dark again. ‘Yeah, I missed you.’

House didn’t want to mess this up, he wanted her to stay, but anything he did might have scared her away. He didn’t want her to leave. Ever.

He watched her for a few more moments before deciding humour was the way to keep her around. ‘So, I’m guessing you didn’t do some strapping young soldier while you were out there? It’d be awkward if I kissed you while you were sleeping with someone else.’

Her laugh was infectious and he smiled at her. ‘No, no, I wouldn’t go out with a soldier anyway.’

‘Why not?’

‘Too much of the same can be a bad thing.’ She said, swallowing a mouthful of coffee. ‘I’m not good at helping people with the same problems I have.’

‘What about me?’ House frowned.

‘We don’t have the same problems,’ she chuckled. ‘You’re generally miserable and I’m generally stressed. You lost your leg, I lost my sleep.’

House swallowed nervously. ‘But we’re both in pain.’

‘Yeah… I don’t think that will go away with us just being together.’ Anna was sad for a moment. ‘That’s why the sex needs to be this good. Endorphins and all that.’

House couldn’t help his laugh, the sex was always good, but he knew it had little to do with skill and more to do with who it was. He didn’t want to say it and scare her away, but he hoped she could feel it.

They eventually began talking about trivial things, he played his guitar, she showed him a new song she learnt on the piano and he helped her tidy it up a bit. She was happy for a while and that was all he wanted.

Somehow they had ended up in the kitchen, she couldn’t stand untidy dishes, but didn’t mind doing them, he was just there for entertainment, but something about the way she was standing at his sink made him need her.

His hands slid around her hips and that beautiful exhalation of breath was all the indication he needed to know she needed something good as well. House caressed over the top of her hips, gently pressing his body against her and felt her push back slightly. He lowered his mouth to kiss her temple, descending slowly and carefully down her cheek, close to her ear and eventually her warm soft neck. House couldn’t remember the sounds of those small whimpers until she was making them in direct response to his actions.

Anna slid her hand through his hair, encouraging him to continue. House slid his teeth over the skin and a light moan escaped her throat. House didn’t want to stop, he didn’t want her to stop him, he just wanted to take her to bed and be happy for a while.

She turned to face him and pressed her mouth to his. ‘You know,’ she said as he once again descended down her neck. ‘I thought a lot about my bedroom wall,’ she panted as he pushed her light grey shirt away. ‘I thought about it a lot in LA.’ House kissed her mouth, swallowing the image of her alone at night coming to the mere thought of him. He felt a sadness to it as well though, he couldn’t do that for her again with his leg the way it was. It wasn’t for lack of want either.

The best he could do was to have her on his kitchen counter, which he did without a second thought. Anna lifted herself onto the counter and House ran his hands over her smooth thighs, tracing the small scars from her time in Afghanistan. The scars didn’t bother him, he didn’t care for them in the slightest, it was her he loved.

The first time he made her come, he just used his hands and it was a relief like nothing else, to know he was still capable of pleasing her was everything to him. When he was finally inside her, it was euphoria, he gave himself a moment to just feel her around him. He panted hard against her neck, kissed her harshly and began thrusting slowly, listening to the way she responded. He could tell instantly that it had been a while for her, that she might have come while she was away, but she hadn’t been with anyone for some time.

‘Greg,’ she whispered close to his ear, making his spine shiver. ‘Come for me.’ Her accent was still thick and it always struck a chord with him. He did as she asked and began thrusting harder and faster, the pain in his leg was escalating, but it wouldn’t be so bad before he came.

Anna held onto his shoulders, she wrapped her legs around him and changed the angle, so he could go deeper and it was all he needed to come for her. House kissed her throughout, light, gentle, helpless kisses, the kind he couldn’t control and finally he was there, euphoria.

They eventually cleaned up and went to bed to rest for a while. Anna fell asleep much quicker than him and for a while he watched her. It was the most peaceful she ever was and it never failed to make him smile.

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[cityandking]

round two!! red 5, blue 3, green 5, purple 4, silver 5 for minah & one of your choice xoxo

thanks babe! I'll do daichi I miss my lil guy // medieval heraldry oc asks

Does your OC harbour resentment towards a particular person, group or faction? Or are they perhaps part of a widely resented group themselves?

MINAH — oh yeah babey she's got some grudges and they run deep DAI — mmm he's definitely met some people he resents (Ozy at times; Lazlo; the Selto council) but he also tends to be pretty good at buckling down and working around it, so it doesn't really affect him to any meaningful degree. it also tends to be individual, not group/faction-oriented—he'll give pretty much anyone a chance

How confident is your OC of the loyalty of their companions, lovers or followers? Do they ever feel tempted to test this through spying upon them? Or by engineering circumstances where their loyalty might be tested?

MINAH — she runs at a baseline of about 5% confidence up to maybe 15% on a good day (the troupe gets a solid 35% and Alesso is around 60%). she's confident the people she travels with won't do her physical harm in the short term and will have her back in a fight or on the road while they share a similar goal, and that works well enough for her. she'll definitely keep an ear to the ground around a group, but she doesn't bother testing loyalty because there's no point—she doesn't have any expectation of reciprocity, so there's no need to look for it. (I do think she feels tempted to test... not the loyalty of the Grey Wardens per se, but their power/protection as an organization. she doesn't, because at the end of the day she doesn't want to be in a position where that safety net might prove less solid than it looks from the air, but the itch is there) DAI — quite confident. he has a good gut instinct for people and their loyalties (it's the +15 insight). he doesn't feel the need to engineer tests—for one, their lives are fucked up enough that the opportunities present themselves and he doesn't have to try to manipulate anyone, and for another he has no interest in games like that

If your OC could be granted one wish for the future, but could only wish on behalf of another person, who would they choose? And for what would they wish?

MINAH — I think she would probably wish something good for her sister? or maybe wish that rhydian can make his peace with his father's death, whatever that looks like for rhydian (justice, vengeance, etc.—whatever he needs, it would be nice to see him at peace with everything). or just wish a good day for cian tbh the kid deserves it DAI — would wish something good for— hm, either Izzy or Zaref, but at this point probably Zaref. partly because he and Izzy are on weird terms and he isn't sure the gesture would be appreciated, but mostly because Zaref could really use it. he's had a rough couple months

Does your OC have a strong belief in the importance of justice? If so what does justice mean to them? Do they follow the philosophy of “an eye for an eye”? Or are they careful in distinguishing between justice and revenge? Is this the case even if they consider themselves to be the injured party?

MINAH — she doesn't have a particularly strong belief in justice, especially not as a codified legal system. in part because she's very much a criminal and the justice system wouldn't be to kind to her, and also because it's failed her before. in most walks of life she's more of a live-and-let-live person—mostly because she'd like to live—but there are a few situations where she feels unrepentantly that people should pay for the wrongs they've done (unfortunately mind wiping and memory altering are kinda high on that list). she's pretty clear about the line between justice and revenge, but if she were in a situation where she were the injured party I think she might let that line blur DAI — he has a really strong belief in the importance of justice. not revenge and not an eye for an eye—and he's very clear, with himself at least, where that line is—but he believes he has an obligation to be good and just and to stand for people who can't stand for themselves. y'know, standard Good-aligned shit (he gets it from his dad)

Is your OC a pacifist? Or have they ever had pacifist sympathies? If they have changed their position on such things then what caused this shift? If they reject pacifist arguments, perhaps because they believe that violence can be justified in self-defence, then how do they respond to those who believe in pursuing peace at any cost? Do they see them as weak or naïve? Or as idealists whose ideas deserve serious consideration?

MINAH — I don't think pacifism is something she's ever considered. in her experience, there's always conflict of some kind happening everywhere and she's just never thought of herself as someone who can operate outside of that. not that she goes looking for violence—she doesn't love getting her hands dirty (even if it can be hard to tell with that deception mod)—but there's been a lot of it in her life and she sort of assumes it's inevitable. I think she finds pacifism a sweet hope, but ultimately sheltered and naive DAI — one of the most interesting things about him is that he's a healer who believes fundamentally in helping people live good and safe and peaceful lives, but he's also the son of a soldier who grew up in a war zone and serves a god of war. he's simply never been a pacifist. he definitely respects the desire for peace above all, and I think maybe one day he'd be interested in pursuing that lifestyle himself, but that's not the world he lives in. even if he put down the shield, he'd always be prepared to pick it up again.

[littlewalken]

Jun 28

Some of today's insight is knowing that I am missing dolls I know I have, they're just somewhere in the garage. And the garage is right here with us not half a country away.

And the urge to want to do the sorting and purge I had planned for two years ago because I am not getting rid of anyone, maybe a couple, until I know who I have.

Somehow tho I am pretty good at knowing which modern things I bought at the store and so far there's only two of one 2010s outfit pack and now 2 of a cat themed accessory pack. It's not that I have a no twinsies policy it's that I'm on the side of getting something I don't have first. Doesn't count with Ken tuxedoes.

Also got to remember my first rule of rerooting- do something you can live with because chances are you're going to be stuck with the doll. I have 10 year old Gen 1 Monster reroots that prove that.

Part of me wants to say if you see a Barbie/Mattel (not Gen 1 Monsters) doll in my photos you might think you want send me a message. The worst I'll tell you is I'm keeping it or it's gone.

When I do get to selling I charge going rates for the condition, might do a lump sum depending on the situation, and are occasionally open to trades.

There will be a purge of rerooting supplies eventually. I have too much of what I call 'headband hair'. It's cut off of kid's dress up headbands I got at Dollar Tree, I'm assuming it's nylon, it's shiny and comes in natural and fantasy colors. Aside from the watermelon pink and a couple of the browns I'm not sure if I'm going to do much with it.

While looking and feeling sort of "cheap" honest to the doll gods I bought it for the Monster High, if you've done one you know the volume it requires, sold a bunch with it, customers were happy.

At least I know it's non toxic and probably non flammable because it was sold as a child's toy.

Or I might not because I still have a good half dozen or so Monsters and I know the one blue was headed for a Cleo.

It's the hormonal time of hte month where I don't do anything I can't undo and we'll just leave it at that.

And the incase I end up keeping the reroot is to make sure the Leah sculpt gets done in the lighter grey instead of the Baby Unicorn because I get the feeling that will look better on someone with Nostalgia skin.

Not Tina Lee or Drew, Drew has the color I thought Locket Kayla had.

Maybe someone I haven't bought yet or the not Malibu Stacey mold I want.

Don't know why I don't have a pic of her done, I really need to do that catalog, but she has glowing white hair and I did her lashes.

*Could reach all but one doll bin and I swear that little plastic bitch better be in that one. Did get to Bill and Ted and the Nostalgia skin tone girls along with a bag of heads for rerooting.

[sanstropfremir]

Okay I’ve gotta stop bothering you with all these questions but I don’t have anyone to talk with about kpop and you seem like someone who *knows* their shit about performance arts and I love reading your stuff so I’m going to keep asking questions. I was recently very obsessed with OnlyOneOf’s most recent comeback, Libido. Like from the song to the music video (my god did that make my queer little heart happy), to the DANCE. Like I’ve had dreams about this comeback (and I don’t usually even remember my dreams). So I was wondering how you felt about it cause there was a lot of backlash (though almost entirely undeserved from any angle people tried to take it from).

frankly i’m so surprised these boys are out there promoting with a fucking dick grab. actually i think its been censored but i definitely remember watching at least two music show stages with the full grab. i think the choreo is fun and doesn't at all deserve the backlash that's been leveled at it. regardless of if it is actually intended to be gay, this softer, more explicit take on adolescent male sexuality is nice to see and deserves to be seen as much any other aggressive red-blooded boy group concept. do i think it's outrage marketing or they're being forced to be overly skinshippy or whatever people are complaining about (i don't actually know the specifics i very carefully curate my online experiences)? no, not really. everything kpop is already optimized for marketability anyways so i don’t think it's that much of an issue if they want to put out something that’s aimed at a deliberately specific audience. if they were willing to take the risk with something like this it means they were probably pretty set on the idea regardless of what the backlash was going to be. i've watched a couple of their behind the scenes clips and they all look pretty chill about it; tbh my opinion is the artists should be allowed to do whatever they want (as long as they’re not being exploited, obviously), and it's the fans’ responsibility to respect artists’  boundaries between their public and private lives.

artistically, although i think the choreo is fun, it's a bit messy for me. there's a couple of transitions that could have been done better but eh. i think retconning tape measures and hiding them in their gloves is ingenious and I'm absolutely stealing that idea for reference. obviously this has big chained up vibes, so I'm not sure why people are so pressed about this because it's not like this is the first bdsm-y choreo kpop has ever seen (I know why people are pressed about this, vixx got shit for chained up and like every other comeback they did lmao). i LOVE the mv though, i think it's really beautifully shot and a lot more cinematic than we normally see from kpop group mvs. visually it's got the same feel as troye sivan’s blue neighbourhood trilogy, this soft-blue-filter-close-up-hands aesthetic that we’ve seen a lot of in younger generation lgbt content, so i have to assume its at least not an accidental reference? (it's common in holland’s mvs).

like i said, this soft-explicit adolescent male sexuality is a nice change from the more aggressive takes we’ve seen come before and these boys have stones of fucking steel to be promoting with this choreo, so they’ve got all the respect from me.

[krakensdottir]

Older GO asks (and answers!) from Neil Gaiman’s inbox

SO, I have been wading in Good Omens meta for months now, and I often see things come up that Neil has actually addressed in asks. Trouble is, his ask box is deep and intimidating, and since season 2 was announced all the pre-season 2 asks have basically been buried. But I went hunting long ago for basically anything GO-related and I took screenshots of a bunch. So I thought I’d present them here, roughly organized, in text form, for the benefit of anyone else who’s curious.

Of course, none of this is meant to invalidate headcanons or whatever; Neil himself is firmly against doing so. But I’ve personally had no issue accepting author’s word with this series, since Neil has not, as yet, done anything that made me want to shout at him or eat a couch in frustration, which is a refreshing change from the writers in most of the fandoms I’ve ever been part of. So, for what it’s worth, here are the answers. At least some of them; I know I’ve missed a lot.

(And yes, they pretty much all relate to the angels and demons, Crowly and Aziraphale specifically. There were very few asks that DIDN’T concern them, and none that I have saved. Of course, the ask box is still open...)

Re: Aziraphale

Aziraphale openly lied to God about the flaming sword. Does that mean God is not omniscient (which also means there is not ineffable plan) or that angels only believe in God just like humans (I mean that tiny difference between faith and knowledge)?

NG: It means that Aziraphale was definitely up for lying to God and hoping.

Why did Aziraphale use his wing to cover Crowley during the first rain?

NG: Because otherwise Crowley would have got wet.

What is Aziraphale’s opinion on e-books? On the one hand it saves space and trees, but on the other, no inscriptions or signed first editions.

NG: I don’t think he knows they exist. If Crowley gave him an e-reader, it’s still in its box.

What are Aziraphale and Crowley’s favorite songs? (In answer, Neil links to videos of “I’ll Be Your Mirror” by The Velvet Underground, and “Spread A Little Happiness” from the musical Mr. Cinders. He goes on to say the following:)

NG: He was at the first night of Mr Cinders in 1929, and he has loved the song ever since then. The theatrical programme for Mr Cinders was a long way down the pile of programmes that burned down in episode 3, but it was there.

I like to think that Aziraphale was friendly with composer Vivian Ellis although probably not with Clifford Grey, who wrote the lyrics.

What are a couple bands or songs Aziraphale would like from the last 50 years or so? Or what would he listen to in private, like how Crowley would like Pale Blue Eyes from Velvet Underground?

NG: The trouble with Aziraphale is he’s always going to be behind on what he hears and on technology. He doesn’t have anything in the Bookshop that plays music, apart from an ancient manual gramophone. He has LOTS of classical music, but very little that’s 20th century, let alone “last 50 years or so”. He’ll probably discover the Beatles somewhere towards the end of the next century.

There might be exceptions to this blog, but they’d be stories in their own right.

(…) And obviously, he goes to the theatre. He likes Stephen Sondheim, for the most part. And I’m pretty sure he liked Hamilton.

Why are Aziraphale’s clothes worn and old fashioned in the present, when in the past, he’s dressed in clothes appropriate to the time? He’s even quite stylish in many of the flashbacks, and his clothes are in perfect shape. But in present day, he’s back in his Victorian coat and a waistcoat so old it’s bald. Was there a reason for that?

NG: He likes them. When he changes clothes he buys new ones, but he’s been quietly updating his Victorian clothes for a long time now.

Why is Aziraphale’s waistcoat so worn out when he can keep the overcoat in tip-top condition for over 180 years?

NG: He wears the overcoat less frequently. He’s worn the waistcoat for a hundred and fifty years, wherever he is and whatever he’s doing. In the shop and out of it. He doesn’t wear the coat in the shop, though. (And the coat definitely isn’t in the same condition now that it was in 1862…)

Why does Aziraphale own a bookshop if he dislikes selling the books? Why didn’t he decide to make it a library?

NG: A library? Can you imagine how much personal interaction he’d have to have with people if he was a librarian? And the books would just go home with people, and there’s no knowing what they’d do to the poor things. Spilled tea and turned down corners and that’s just the start of it. No, if you’re giving a good home to books, Aziraphale is certain that a used bookshop is a much better way not to sell anything or deal with human beings.

In later years would Aziraphale ever consider re-branding the Bookshop as a type of research library? I mean, no one could take the books out of the building, everyone would have to wear those white gloves to handle them, could still have odd hours and no one would question the librarian observing people as they look at the priceless books.

NG: He would still have to deal with people, though. And people would have to be able to find the books. I don’t think he’d like that.

Aziraphale uses the name ‘Mr Fell’ in his bookshop, and definitely in Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde the name Mr Fell is an allegory for someone you really dislike… was this intentional at all?

NG: That’s because of the nursery rhyme, “Doctor Fell”:

I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,

The reason why - I cannot tell;

But this I know, and know full well,

I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.

Said to have been created by poet Tom Brown to save himself from expulsion.

And it was probably part of what was in my mind when I named him. (Mostly I just loved the idea of an Angel who named himself Fell, when he had not actually Fallen.)

(On why Aziraphale had to look up verses, instead of having the Bible memorized:)

NG: I don’t think any of the angels we meet in Heaven have read the Bible, except to look through it for the bits they were mentioned in and (in Sandalphon’s case in particular) to grumble that they aren’t in there by name.

Aziraphale tends to regard the Bible fondly, but not authoritatively. Remember, he was there.

In the book we learn that Aziraphale owns:

“...the original scroll in the shaky hand-writing of St John the Divine of Patmos, whose ‘Revelation’ had been the all-time best seller. Aziraphale had found him a nice chap, if a bit too fond of odd mushrooms.”

And it’s a verse from the Revelation that Aziraphale is checking. So that’s a no on knowing the Bible by heart.

Aziraphale has memorized the Winnie the Pooh books, several Georgette Heyer novels, and Bobo’s Modern Coin Magic, though.

When the Quartermaster Angel in Heaven tells Aziraphale: “The whole platoon is waiting for you”, does he imply that Aziraphale is meant to lead this platoon, or is he just a private in Heaven’s army?

NG: He is meant to be leading the platoon.

Aziraphale is told that his whole platoon is waiting for him - does this mean he’s done Military Things in the past, or is it just for the Apocalypse?

NG: He fought in the war against the Revolting Angels - the “Glorious Revolution” that Dagon refers to.

Why was Aziraphale limping when he arrived in heaven after being discorporated?

NG: The last thing he felt was his body exploding and being destroyed. You’d limp too if it happened to you.

Re: Crowley

Just a random thought, do you think Crowley is someone who would start a pandemic? Probably on accident but still.

NG: No, but I think Crowley is someone who would muse on the human need to try and find someone or something to blame for an Act of God. Then he’d probably wonder whether it actually was an Act of God, or just the Bloodymindedness of Nature, and decide it was actually the Bloodymindedness of Nature.

Is Crowley by now in a coma? Can demons be in a coma? How long does one need to sleep for it to count as a coma?

NG: For Crowley, anything over 300 years might count as an unusually long sleep. A coma is defined as a sleep from which a person cannot be wakened, and Crowley can always be woken up.

Crowley slept through most of the 19th century, got up only in 1832. In the show he meets Aziraphale in 1862. So did he get up again just to meet him and went back to sleep? Or did he just nap until that point? Or is there no connection between these two scenes as one is book canon and one is show canon and I’ve been going insane over trying to smash timelines together?

NG: I’m afraid so.

I’ve heard about a deleted scene where Crowley was trying (and failing) to get to sleep, and now I’m insanely curious what Crowley’s bed would look like! Does he have black bedsheets? What kind of frame does he have? Does he keep any plants in his bedroom?

NG: We shot it too, but then needed to lose it to make some things work. My favourite scene was him asleep on the side of the door, and him asleep on the ceiling. The bedsheets were indeed (in memory) very black.

What did Crowley do to hide his eyes before the invention of sunglasses?

NG: Well, he invented Dark Glasses early. Before that mostly he glared at people who commented on his eyes and mostly they decided not to.

Since you said Crowley’s eyes go fully yellow when he’s under stress, why was he stressed when he was talking to zira in the garden? Or was it because he was just shifting out of his snake form?

NG: He was just shifting out of snake form.

In the scene with crowley taking out the cell phone tower, why do the rats listen to him? I mean he is technically a snake, shouldn’t they be scared of him?

NG: He is technically a demon. Who is sometimes a bit snakey. And if I was a rat, I’d be much more inclined to take orders from someone who might eat me if I didn’t than someone who is just nice and sweet and puts food down in the alley outside his bookshop every night.

I recently learned that Christians believe holy water can’t be diluted - if you pour out holy water into a bigger cup of water, all of it is now holy. I feel like the chances are pretty high that at least a drop of holy water has ended up in the ocean. And then it would end up in the rain? How is Crowley alive?

NG: Crowley is not a believer in Holy Water homeopathy.

In the book of Good Omens, it’s mentioned that Crowley has a The Velvet Underground CD. Does that have anything to do with their more Christian music (e.g. Jesus, Beginning to See the Light).

NG: No. It has to do with their more Unchristian music, like Black Angel’s Death Song, Murder Mystery, Pale Blue Eyes and Oh! Sweet Nothing.

Why was Crowley watching a movie about pastel bunny rabbits of all things?

NG: Because that was what was playing, and he wanted to sit down and collect his thoughts in a dark place. In my head, he’s somewhere like the old Victoria Station cartoon theatre, long since demolished (1981 I think) in our world, but perhaps Aziraphale kept around a bit longer in the Good Omens universe, because Crowley once mentioned that he’d liked it.

Since Crowley doesn’t “do books” per se, how’d he end up with The Extremely Big Book of Astronomy?

NG: I think Crowley does books. He just doesn’t admit to it in public.

In 41 A.D. why was Crowley in such a terrible mood?? And why does he look like a yuppie tourist?

NG: He had come from trying to tempt Caligula, and was grossed out and convinced that humans were appalling and he was wasting his time. And I think he was dressed that way to impress Caligula, or had just attended one of Caligula’s parties.

Quick question from a medievalist about Crowley’s hatred of the 14th century - do you imagine it’s something specific to/ one incident from the 1300s that makes him loathe it so? Or is it just the combination of general religious fervor and lack of technology and cool rock bands that make him resent it?

NG: Both Terry and I had read and loved Barbara Tuchman’s A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous Fourteenth Century. And it seemed to us that Crowley would have loved being out of the Fourteenth Century…

I’ve seen a lot of speculating on Crowley’s role as an angel before he was fallen. Is there anything you can tell us about, or are you leaving it up to fan speculation?

NG: I’m happy to leave it as fanfiction. As with anything Good Omens, it’s always possible that I’ll tell that story one day, and it’s always likely that I won’t.

I would like to know, because this topic was controversial, was Crowley good before the fall? I mean, did he stay good despite the fall, or did he become good over time?

NG: I think Crowley was never quite as good as he likes to maintain, and nowhere nearly as bad as Heaven would like to imagine.

Why do the Nazis recognize “the famous Mr. Crowley” on sight?

NG: That’s what they call “another story” isn’t it?

Re: Heaven and Angels

Why is Gabriel treated as Aziraphale’s boss when Aziraphale ranks higher in the third sphere? Principalities rank higher than Archangels in Angel Hierarchy, and while Archangels are there to ensure fulfilment of roles (such as Armageddon) Gabriel would still rank lower than Aziraphale.

NG: Terry and I were of the opinion that, in the world of Good Omens, archangels and Archangels were different things.

As Wikipedia explains, there are those who “make a distinction between archangel (with a lower-case a) and Archangel (with an uppercase A). The former can denote the second-lowest choir (arch-angels in the sense of being just above the lowest Choir of angels that is called only “angels”) but the latter may denote the highest of all the angels (i.e., Arch-angels in the sense of being above all angels, of any Choir. The seven highest Seraphim, Michael, being the highest of all).”

Is Sandalphon also a capital-A Archangel like Gabriel/Uriel/Michael? If not, do you have a strong opinion on what rank he is?

NG: He’s quite important. The Wikipedia article describes him as an archangel and as many other things. Then again, one of those things is Tall.

Longfellow wrote a Sandalphon poem, my favourite verse of which goes:

When I look from my window at night,

And the welkin above is all white,

All throbbing and panting with stars,

Among them majestic is standing

Sandalphon the angel, expanding

His pinions in nebulous bars.

Mostly because I love the idea of Paul Chahidi’s Sandalphon opening his wings in Nebulous Bars.

Is there any particular reason why angels use kilts as their uniform when they go to war?

NG: Angels wear suits in the office, and kilts when they go to war. It seemed an easy way to point out that they weren’t actually gendered, and I also thought it would look good.

The Sound of Music is about a woman who chooses love over her devotion to a religious order, and a man who rebels against an authoritarian regime so he and his family can have the freedom to choose their own destinies instead. There’s no way a story like that would be popular in Heaven.

NG: They missed all that. They just like the nuns, the mountains, and lots of cheerful singing.

Re: Hell and Demons

Are the demons in Good Omens immune to fire? In the book, Crowley was perfectly fine when the burning bookshop collapsed onto him. In the show, he is perfectly capable of standing in the Hellfire. However, Hastur is discorporated by the wall of flames and says “That’s not hellfire, that’s the real deal”. Does this mean they are only immune to Hellfire, not “real” fire? Or did he mean “real deal” in the sense of “actual danger”?

NG: The M25 Wall of Flames aren’t Hellfire and they aren’t what we’d think of as flames, either. There was a lot more about the flames originally (a lovely scene with scientists baffled by it) but we cut the scenes for pacing. There’s more in the book, though.

The first time we meet Beelzebub, they’re introduced as “The Lord Of Flies”, but later on, when Crowley contacts Hell after the birthday party, Dagon also introduces themselves as “The Lord Of Flies”. Do they hold the same title?

NG: Dagon is “Lord of the Files”. Beelzebub is “Lord of the Flies”.

They have more files than flies in Hell.

Why did Beelzebub have boils on their face when they’re in hell, but not when they appeared on earth?

NG: Because Demons, like Angels, look like what they want to look like. And Beelzebub doesn’t want to risk upsetting Adam. So Beelzebub looks more appropriate for Earth. No flies or boils.

Why does archangel Michael bring holy water for Crowley’s bath? But at the same time, an unknown simple (not high-level) demon brings hell fire to heaven for Aziraphale’s execution?

NG: Because Hell takes pleasure in not acknowledging Heaven’s importance.

Hastur and Crowley’s conversation about the 14th century implies Hastur wasn’t around back then. How do demons get created after the fall?

NG: Hastur wasn’t on Earth then. He was down in Hell’s basement, probably filing things.

General worldbuilding, other

The bit of good omens that talks about the date of creation refers to “the heaven and the earth”; if heaven didn’t exist prior to that, does that imply it’s not just the creation of the world, but also the day that all angels and demons were brought into existence? Thus making all angels and demons also libras?

NG: What a fun question. No, in the world of Good Omens the heaven that was created on the Second Day, when God created the heavens and the Earth were the heavens as a synonym for the sky and everything material above, and that meanwhile, off in Heaven, the angels and demons had already been beavering away for millions of years working on the Creation, had had a War in Heaven and a Fall of the Angels, and suchlike a long time before God said “Let there be light…”

Do angels and demons in Good Omens have free will? Aziraphale says no, but we know he often says things just for the sake of acting like a good angel. Crowley says demons aren’t supposed to have free will, but he learned it anyway. There are some angels who are more than willing to smite humans and some demons who aren’t deep down evil. So do they have free will or not?

NG: Do people have free will? Angels and demons have whatever people have, even if they like to give the impression they are above that sort of thing.

Crowley can’t walk on consecrated ground without experiencing an apparently fair amount of pain, but he strolls into heaven (literally the holiest place in the entire universe) without even flinching to save Aziraphale. Do you have any thoughts on this?

NG: Why do you think Heaven is holy? It’s an office. The same office building the demons are working in the basement of. It’s neutral ground, which is why the demon with the Hellfire can also turn up…

Do Crowley and Aziraphale need to exercise? Or can they simply miracle themselves fit?

NG: I don’t think Crowley ever thinks about exercise, except as something he’s vaguely proud of having helped turn into self-punishment for human beings. And he is as fit as any demonic former snake could possibly be.

Aziraphale is probably a bit worried about getting out of shape and putting on a few extra pounds, and would consider miracling the weight off and the muscles in as cheating. I cannot imagine him in exercise clothes though, even though I just tried very hard.

I assume that DNA taken from Aziraphale or Crowley’s (or really any Angel or Demon’s) human corporations would turn up as Human if tested. But their wings aren’t really part of their human corporations so if the DNA of one of their feathers were tested what would the results be?

NG: I’m pretty sure that DNA taken from any part of Crowley or Aziraphale would turn out to have been accidentally lost by the lab.

Did Crowley and Aziraphale speak Hebrew with each other before the fall of the Babylon tower? Do they generally speak Hebrew (or at least know Hebrew) since the biblical times?

NG: Good question. I like to think that when they were talking to each other originally, on the walls of the Garden, they were talking in the language of Angels. Whether that was Adamic, or whether it was a Divine Language, is up to you.

I would suspect that they are talking in Sumerian during the Mesopotamian sequence. They would have been talking in Hebrew (or more probably in Aramaic) in the Golgotha sequence, though.

How does Crowley know what a lead balloon is in the beginning?

NG: 1) He is a demon. Once upon a time he was an angel and responsible and got to see the Plans For Earth. So he learned about Lead and Balloons.

OR

2) he and Aziraphale are speaking together in the original language of angels and demons, and we are translating it for you, and whatever Crowley said translates as Lead Balloons.

Your choice.

In the scene where Aziraphale and Crowley are body-swapped and they order ice cream, are they ordering what the other normally would to keep up the disguise, or does Crowley really prefer the vanilla cone and Aziraphale the red popsicle?

NG: I think it’s more fun for people to wonder and imagine than it ever would be for me to answer.

(Regarding Aziraphale and Crowley’s neurodivergent traits:)

NG: For me, this is a bit like the conversation I’ve been having with people for three decades about their sexuality, where people ask me “are they [something]” and I say “No. You are asking about human beings, they are an angel and a demon.”

So…

If you are asking me if either of them is a neurotypical human being, the answer is, no, they definitely aren’t.

If you are asking if they behave like neurodivergent human beings sometimes, or even most of or all of the time, the answer is, yes, pretty obviously.

If you are asking if they are actually neurodivergent human beings, the answer is no, they are an angel and a demon.

I’m not sure what it looks like inside Aziraphale’s mind. I know it’s vaster and older and more complex and brilliant than anything I could hope to understand. And the same goes for Crowley (he’s smart - he used to design nebulae - but he’s not Aziraphale-level brilliant. He’s also not Aziraphale-level “I can’t believe you just did that stupid thing!” dumb.).

I can write how they interact with the world, though.

Production details

How was Aziraphale locked up in the Bastille in 1793 when it was destroyed in 1789?

NG: Because sometimes I don’t double-check everything I should. (Originally the scene occurred outside, in the Place de la Revolution, and I did all my research. And then when budget cuts forced it inside and I did a hurried rewrite, I forgot to check my dates on the fall of the Bastille.)

Why did you change the scene where Aziraphale breathes life back into the dead dove when in the book it’s Crowley who does that? I liked it so much, it made the fact that he is a force for good so clear.

NG: Basically, it was changed for blocking. What the actors were able to do: we needed to get Crowley into the car, and Aziraphale was standing some distance away. Had I been on location that day I might have been able to suggest some options, but I suspect that I would have agreed with the way they did it. I miss Crowley bringing the dove back to life, just as I miss Crowley almost drowning the duck in St James’s Park earlier.

Regarding the aesthetics of their wings:

NG: On TV, Aziraphale’s wings are white and beautiful, and Crowley’s are grey and a bit ragged.

(…) No, you didn’t misunderstand it at all. In the book, demons definitely have better-groomed wings than angels.

On TV, we will do things we didn’t get to do in the book: we spend time with angels in their offices, and we visit Hell. Which meant we needed a visual shorthand for angels, and for Hell.

When, a month or so after the book was published, Terry and I talked about how we would do Heaven and Hell in a Good Omens film or TV adaptation, we decided we wanted it to be a skyscraper, with Heaven on the beautiful floors on the top with the amazing view of the whole world, and Hell in the dark basements that nobody would ever want to work in. (They did lose, after all.)

So when it came to actually having to make that a reality, that was the way I went. And so our Angels are (except for Aziraphale) very smartly dressed, and our demons are (except for Crowley) rather shabby.

And it was probably unfair to describe Crowley’s wings as “ragged”. They just aren’t as pretty as Aziraphale’s wings, probably because Crowley is a lot less interested in wings than he is in things like Bentleys or clothes.

On Beelzebub’s costume:

NG: The fly hat was improvised. The original plan had been to give Beelzebub fly eyes, but Anna Maxwell Martin was about to have or had just had some eye problems which meant no contacts, and no glueing the big fly lenses we’d obtained onto her head. “Nosh” our hair and make up queen showed me what she had and asked my advice and I pointed out that we could turn the lenses and a couple of pieces of wire into a fuzzy fly hat, for Beelzebub on the air base. And we would have lots of face rot and flies in hell. So we did it. And it was the only time we ever got a costuming note from our execs at Amazon asking what the heck was going on with the fly hat. I assured them it would be just fine once we had a visual image of Hell Beelzebub in everyone’s mind. And flies.

Then it was just a matter of looking very fierce every time the people at the BBC told us how much money we would save by not putting the flies around Beelzebub’s head in post-production.

Finally, I’m also including this bit from Twitter about when the Body Swap occurred:

Neil: Douglas thinks the switch was on the bus. I think it was back at Crowley’s place later that night.

Neil: This is the Douglas theory:

Douglas: I think the switch was between the shot where the bus arrives, and the consequent jump cut to them on the bus. They swapped on the bench, then unswapped on a bench. Benches are where they discuss and do things for me! Could Crowley have stopped time again?

[arctrooper69]

Stayin' Alive

You may be tough, but sometimes you still need someone to save you.

A/N: I think I may have given up on the whole Whumptober thing. I'm still gonna use some of the prompts but yeah, there's no way I can catch up and do all of them when they're supposed to be done. This was prompt #6: "I've got a pulse!"

Warnings: Heavy mentions of death and blood. Medical talk.

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"I'm glad you're doing okay over there." Kix said softly. You smiled and even in the blue glow of the hologram, Kix could tell you were blushing. He loved that he could always make you blush with even the smallest sentiment. It was endearing.

"I miss you too."

"Any word on when you're coming back?" He asked, knowing that technically he wasn't supposed to know exactly where you were.

"I think we're about finished here," you replied quietly and glanced over your shoulder. "Someone's coming so I gotta go, but I think we should be back pretty soon - in the next couple of days I'd imagine."

Kix nodded, "Good. I can't wait to see you. I love you. Be safe!"

You chuckled, "I always am. Love you too."

The holocall cut off and Kix was left in the dimly lit medbay supply room. It wasn't actually a room - more like a small closet that was closed off by a curtain. As Chief Medical Officer of the 501st, he had to make due with whatever he could find and fashion into some semblance of a medbay. They'd already been on this force-forsaken planet for a month longer than anticipated and supplies were running low. The 501st and 212th battalions would need some kind of relief soon if this campaign went on any longer. Kix stepped outside to get some air before he began his shift. The grey, cloudy skies had given in to a night sky that was starless and dark. It was raining - as usual - turning the already muddy ground into a thick soupy sludge. Even when it wasn't raining, the air was hot and damp. No matter how many times he tried to air himself out, Kix felt like he'd never be fully dry again.

He walked into the medbay and grabbed a cup of caf.

"Sir!" He was greeted by one of his medics with a salute. The trooper's shiny white plastoid was already streaked and spotted with mud.

"At ease soldier, what's the situation here?"

"Not much going on right now, sir. It's pretty quiet."

Kix winced at that word.

"Well now you've done it." Jax, one of his more senior medics retorted with a roll of his eyes. "You've doomed us all."

Kix chuckled at their banter, but silently hoped to all hells that tonight wouldn't be too crazy. He was excited to see you and he knew that if it was too busy, he wouldn't get the chance.

As if the Force itself was mocking him, the coms suddenly blared to life.

"Rex to base we've got casualties incoming. Sending report now." The datapad chimed.

"Copy that, Captain. Report received."

Kix froze, he felt his chest tighten, suddenly finding it very hard to breathe. You had been with the Captain. You had been at the center of whatever just happened.

Focus Kix. You can't afford to freeze up now - that's a shiny move.

But his hands still shook. Images flashed through his mind. You covered in blood, screaming in pain. You blown to pieces. You never coming back to him.

"Sir, I have the report, sir!" the shiny medic called out, pulling Kix out of his downward spiral.

"What do we have, trooper?"

"Mass casualty, sir. Multiple blasts from unknown ordinances. We've got multiple burn vics incoming, as well as a lot of blunt force trauma. 15 minute ETA."

Kix nodded. Osik. He swallowed, chest still feeling like he'd swallowed a rancor. Please be ok. Please be alive. Please - to whatever gods, Force, Maker, or anything...please let her be okay.

"I want cots ready, surgical droids on standby, crash cart prepped. Now! Go!"

His medical team hurried away to carry out the orders. Kix rushed to the supply room, gathering anything they'd need. He'd be prepared for anything. Another body pushed back the curtain enough to slide into the room behind him.

"You ok, vod?" Jax put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He was one of the few people who knew about your secret relationship with his CMO. "Hey, I'm sure she'll be ok. She's smart. One of our best."

Kix nodded but didn't say anything. They both knew that didn't mean anything. War could claim even the strongest and smartest of them all; no one was immune. He appreciated his vod's encouragement anyway, convincing himself that any moment you were going to run into the medbay beside the men you'd dragged from the firefight and get to work doing what you did best.

Time seemed to freeze in the few moments of heavy silence before he heard the first of the gunships approaching and the casualties began pouring in.

No time to think. Time to do.

Kix didn't know how much time had passed as he ran from trooper to trooper, his hands doing the job they were made to do.

Jax met his eyes from across the room. Still no word.

"Kix!"

The medbay doors abruptly swung open, blowing rain into the room. Tup burst into the room out of breath and covered head to toe in mud. One arm was slung around Jesse's waist, supporting most of his weight. The other was guiding a hover gurney. He hurriedly set Jesse in a chair. Jax and another medic rushed to the gurney. Tup sat down heavily next to Jesse after giving a report to Jax. He looked up at Kix.

"Kix I'm so sorry."

Kix's heart stopped. That wasn't you. That couldn't be you. You were supposed to be carrying a gurney, not lying on one. He felt numb.

"What...what happened?" he asked, approaching the two, kneeling down in front of Jesse to get a better look at him. Cuts. Bruises. Dislocated knee. Nothing a bacta tank couldn't heal.

Jesse shook his head. "I'm not sure. One minute we're heading back to camp and the next we're being fired at. I think I got knocked out or something cuz next thing I know, y/n was dragging me to cover."

Kix made a note to run a neurological scan on him due to the supposed head trauma.

"Blood pressure dropping fast!" someone shouted.

"Find that bleeder and tie it off!" Something in his brain snapped. Kix sprang up as if he'd been electrocuted, pulled fully from his head, acting purely on instinct fueled by terror.

"What've we got, sergeant?"

The young medic kneeling on the gurney looked up at him. "[ __ ] year old female. Unconscious. Crush injuries to right leg. Multiple abdominal lacerations. BP 80/50 and dropping."

"Keep putting pressure on those lacs. Give me the scanner. With a BP that low, there's internal bleeding somewhere that we need to find fast." Kix barked out orders quickly and efficiently like he'd done so many times before. You must have been caught in the blast and thrown, he thought. He kept his hands held fast on your wounds trying desperately to keep working so that his thoughts wouldn't have time to spiral. He'd be no use to you if he panicked.

"I'm losing her! Get that crash cart over here now!" Kix yelled. Right now he had to be Kix the Combat Medic, not Kix the worried boyfriend. But it was so hard. "Keep at it, solider. We can't lose her!" I can't lose her.

"I lost her pulse, starting compressions."

Kix knocked aside the shiny medic and jumped up onto the gurney, kneeling beside you.

"One. Two. Three. Four..." Kix pumped at your chest, allowing himself to fall into the all to familiar rhythm of his compressions. You were pale. Too pale. "Come on baby. Come on cyar'ika. Y/n come back to me!" His compressions became erratic, like his breathing. "Come on!" He yelled with anger and grief. You weren't even supposed to be out there tonight. I was.

If I'd never agreed to switch, she'd be alive, she'd be fine.

It's all my fault.

My fault.

My fault.

Kix couldn't breathe. He couldn't see through the tears blurring his vision.

Jax placed a hand on Kix's shoulder. "Vod, take a break. Let me handle this. You go see to Jesse."

"No!" Kix violently shrugged him off. "No, I need to save her. I have to fix this! She needs me!"

"Kix, listen to me!" Tup grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling his hands from your chest as Jax took over. "Breathe, Kix. It's gonna be ok. It's gonna be okay, vod."

"It's not okay! She's dying!"

Kix's legs gave out, allowing Tup to guide him into the chair beside Jesse who put a comforting hand on his knee. "She's strong, vod. You saved her life."

Kix knew Jax was right to take over. He was too close. Seeing you like that - it was too much. He'd froze and if it wasn't for Jax's quick thinking he might have lost you. He almost lost you. He still might.

"I've got a pulse!" Jax yelled. Kix jumped to his feet, running over despite Tup and Jesse's attempts to keep him away. Relief flooded though him, watching your vitals slowly stabilize.

It wasn't until much later, sitting beside your bed, that Kix broke down and cried.

You were going to be okay.

You woke slowly, flitting in and out of consciousness before finally coming to. The first thing you discovered upon taking a deep breath was the pain. Your chest hurt. Badly. IV lines snaked up both of your arms. You felt stiff and sore. It was only then that you noticed a figure sitting beside you. Kix was slumped over, head resting on the side of your bed. His hand rested on yours. You squeezed it. Kix shot up immediately. He looked terrible, as if he'd spent the last week in the medbay picking up extra shifts just to be near you.

"Hey," you whispered. Your throat felt raw.

"Hey yourself." Kix smiled. A tear escaped the corner of his eye.

"You're crying!" You wondered how close to death you'd really come for Kix to look the way he did. Kix didn't cry. You'd never seen him cry. You reached up to brush his tears away.

"I almost lost you, y/n. You....you died!"

"I...died!?" You shivered, thanking the force or whatever else was out there that Kix wouldn't be alone.

Kix nodded, "Don't....don't ever do that again!"

You grinned weakly. "Wasn't planning on it, cyare."

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[secondchxnceduelists]

"Neither. She was given to me by a local horse rescue. I agreed to take her in several months ago, they found her tied and abandoned under a highway. Nobody knows why she's missing an eye, but it was already that way when she was found. I wish she could tell me her story but...Despite everything she's the most gentle I have now."

Once they were out of the house and down by the barn, Mokuba smiled and stretched a little before helping the man park his wheelchair in a comfortable spot in the shade.

"Wait here, I'll go get her." He said, turning to walk into the barn without another moment to waste. It took a couple minutes, but soon the sound of heavy metal shoes hitting the concrete of the barn floor sounded relatively loudly as a horse slightly taller than both Kaiba and Mokuba was led quietly from the barn.

Her coat was a light, dappled grey, her left eye holding a soft expression within it. Like Seto, she was also missing her right eye, though that had long since healed over, and once close enough, Mokuba smiled as he looked at his older brother.

"Seto, I'd like you to meet Blue. She's 2600 pounds and 18 hands tall, but like us she's been through some rough stuff. I have a feeling the two of you are going to get along pretty well."

@frogsonalotusleaf Came to the Dueling Ring~! {Slightly plotted starter~}

"Seto, you've been holed up in this room for days. I know that this new change has been hard for you, but locking yourself away isn't going to change this or make it better for you. It's time for you to get some fresh air, if you're staying with me then I won't just let you sit here alone."

Mokuba gave a gentle frown, a soft sigh leaving him in the process. He knew how hard this must have been, but he couldn't bear to see his brother simply give up on himself now, not after he had fought so hard to pull through in the first place.

[plutowrites]

hie hun, im in love w your blog recently :) idk if your taking in requests but ill put out my idea here!! no pressure tho <33

so ive injured my left hand pretty bad lol ( im a lefty) and im having a pretty hard time doing normal shit 🙂 and i was just having these ideas about Levi helping out the reader to bath n wash their hair when they injured their hand like akrmxkakdk😩 ( i had to do it alone😭) and him being like mad about how clumsy they are ahskds-

tyyyy take care and have a nice day/night👸✨

Hi luvvv <3 first off i want to say i hope your hand has gotten better since the time you sent this ask! I sprained my dominant wrist pretty badly a couple of months ago and there were so many things I had trouble doing so this hit close to home LOL. I really enjoyed writing this one, ugh you know how much i adore writing for thee levi ackerman.

i hope you find some comfort out of this and again, pls feel better and take care of yourself x

By Heart. Levi Ackerman x Reader

contains: slight profanity (you can thank Levi for that), fluff, Levi taking care of reader and being adorable

wc: 1.4k

note: sigh. levi ackerman. that’s all i wanted to add.

When you hear the door quietly creak open in typical (stealthy) Levi fashion, you quickly jam your left hand in your pocket, foolishly. The pain you’ve been successfully managing returns with a vengeance, shooting all the way from the tips of your fingertips to your wrist which is a feeling that’s new for you. Great.

You’ve been waiting the past thirty minutes for Levi to return so he wouldn’t catch you with the poorly wrapped bandage around your hand and wrist. Your plan was to hide your injury as best you could by means of keeping it in whatever pocket you could stick it into.

And, most importantly, without looking suspicious in the process.

“Welcome home.” You beam at him as he enters through the door. Levi loosens his tie with one hand and places his briefcase down with the other. Afterwards, he raises his eyebrows at you, noting the way you didn’t immediately come to hug him and plant the scheduled barbaric, sloppy kiss on his cheek he claims to despise so much but actually loves and looks forward to.

“How was your day?” He eventually asks casually, walking over to you slowly as if to give you time to drop the act and run straight into his arms like you usually do.

You're awkwardly leaning on the edge of the dining table, both hands in the pockets of your sweater. You know you look super shady but you don’t know how to not look shady given the very shady circumstances.

While you’re thinking of what to say and do next, Levi is drinking you in the entire time; his blue-grey eyes slowly moving from one square inch of you to the next.

“Good,” You exhale, nervously, certain that he already knows what’s up. “Missed you.” You smile at him and he returns a smaller, tired one right back.

“If you missed me then show me, hm.” Levi tugs on the hem of your sweater and the force pulls you closer towards him. You keep your hurt hand where it is but take the other one out to wrap around his neck. You breathe in his scent. “Oi, what’s up with you?” He mutters in your ear in that low voice of his.

You stay in his arms. “Nothing. Why?”

“Where does it hurt?” He tries to pull away to investigate but you don’t let him leave your embrace. You want to stay like this just a little longer, though you know very well that you can’t continue your little facade, you’ve been caught and it’s time to come clean.  

“Mm, my left hand is acting weird. It’s fine I think, I probably need to rest it.” And definitely see a doctor but you don’t add that part.

“Y/n,” Levi begins but you interrupt him, sighing loudly.

“Ugh. How’d you know something was up?”

He clicks his tongue, disappointed in the fact that you even dared tried to hide this from him. “Because I know you. I know what you’re like when you’re in pain,” He says, holding out his hand for you to place yours into. “Show me now, please.” You reluctantly pull your limp hand for him to inspect and inspect is exactly what he does. Levi is sure to be extra gentle when pulling off the bandage but when you wince from a sudden jolt of searing, white-hot pain, he inhales through gritted teeth. “This happened today, I’m assuming.”

“Yes.”

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes.”

“Bathed?”

You hesitate. You did take a shower earlier but you weren’t able to wash your hair, not properly at least. You whooped and hollered trying to get the shampoo out of the bottle and when you finally got a decent amount of product out after a tedious go at it, you couldn’t bend your fingers hard enough to lather your hair and really get into the roots. You gave up the battle shortly after, making a note to do it another time when you weren’t in intense and excruciating pain. “I wasn’t able to wash my hair.” You admit cautiously.

Levi makes a noise. “And you couldn’t wait for me to come home?”

“I knew you’d be tired and I didn’t want to bother you ab-”

He lets out a disapproving grunt, cutting you off. “Meet me in the bathroom after I get changed out of these clothes.”

———

You’re on your knees, bent over the edge of the bathtub with your hair dangling over the side of it. Levi had already gently placed a clean towel around your neck to keep the rest of you from getting wet. You can feel the heat radiating off his body as he leans over you to detach the removable shower head, he turns it on but you don’t immediately feel the rush of water gush over your hair. “You changed your mind, Levi?” You tease.

“Making sure the water isn’t too cold but if you keep talking I won’t be so considerate.” He teases back. His free hand snakes around your neck to make sure you don’t move around and splash the both of you.

The bathroom falls silent as the only sounds in the room come from the running water. The feeling of it hitting your head mixed with the pressure of Levi’s fingers massaging your scalp makes you hum in pleasure. “You’re good at this.”

“Don’t act so surprised.” You can hear the tiny smile in his voice. A cold dollop of shampoo hits the top of your head and the yummy strawberry smell wafts into your nose. His fingers start to work and lather the shampoo into your scalp which sends shivers down your spine. You’re so relaxed you feel your eyes begin to slowly flutter shut when Levi's voice jolts you back awake.

“Hey you.”

You know what that tone means. You know what’s coming. “Babe, I know. I was clumsy.”

“You were more than just clumsy. How can I trust you to not get yourself hurt when I’m not with you?” Concern laces his usually calm and collected voice. “And to f—cking hide it from me too. Unbelievable,” His words cut harsh but his hands remain gentle on you. He rinses out the shampoo in your hair with great attention to detail, making sure to get every spot. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You sigh loudly, “I didn’t want you to worry more about me than you already do. You worry so much as it is and I hate it. I’m okay— my hand will heal and I’ll be okay. You should—”

“Don’t.” He cuts you off impatiently, turning off the stream of water. “Don’t make it seem like caring about you is a chore. It’s f—cking not.” Levi lifts your chin up slowly and wraps a new towel around your head, draping it around you so your face isn’t covered by it. “I know I don’t say it as often as I should and that’s on me but I love you, okay? So wanting to take care of you isn’t a stretch by any means. It comes naturally to me, actually.”

All you could do is nod your head in response—an overwhelming feeling of pure love for the dark haired man bent over you, washing your hair in the tiny bathroom you two share, completely drowns you. He could figure out all your secrets in the dark; he knows you by heart.

With Levi, you would always have a constant, unwavering love in your life and for that you couldn’t be more grateful.

———

After some time and your hair now semi-dry with Levi’s help, you finally find your voice and say, “It’s hard letting someone take care of me. I dunno why, it just is,” You shrug.

Levi’s eyes soften in your direction, he nods his head once to show you he understands. He knows out of everyone what that feels like, probably the most even. He carefully leans over to press a tender kiss to your exposed forehead, sneaking his hand to caress your cheek in the process. “Let’s get you into bed, hm?” His fingers linger where they are. “Let that shitty hand of yours rest.”

“Carry me.”

Levi lets out a snort before responding, “Something wrong with your legs too? You’re f—cking bold.” But in one swift motion, he sweeps you off the bathroom floor and carries you with ease, in his arms, bridal style. You let out a yelp from the suddenness before erupting into a fit of giggles against his chest. Once reaching the bedroom, Levi gently places you on your side of the bed.

Kneeling down so that his face was a mere few inches away from yours, he pulls you in even closer with his warm hand on your neck. You feel his minty breath on your lips. You can tell he wants to say something but nothing comes out; he closes his eyes forcefully shut out of frustration.

“You love me, I know,” You press your forehead against his and whisper, “You don’t have to say it.”

And with that, he kisses you.

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[mikhailoisbaby]

So a couple of weeks ago I wrote (this) galladrabbles and it made me want to write and expand on this theme.

This is set in my au that franny was abandoned but Debbie a week after season 11 , Debbie went to Texas and never comes back for franny.

Can Either read under the cut or on ao3 (here)

Also the art can be seen here with the process video (here)

Franny And Her Fathers

Although the adoption paper has been filed for months, Mickey and Ian truly knew they made the right decision when Debbie didn’t turn up for Franny's 6th birthday. After months of Countless texts and more than 100 missed calls to her as well as fucking emails and letters sent to her addresses they have been given, there was still no show of Debbie on her only daughter's birthday.

Ian can’t help but sympathise with how Franny must be feeling every time she would look over to the front door in hopes that her mother would finally come back and collect her and never leave her again, but it never happened for her nor to the Gallagher kids waiting for Monica to come through and say she was staying forever.

They Knew Franny was delaying blowing out her candles, and every car that could be heard in the distance of their apartment, She looked out the windows to never see her redhead mother walking up to the apartment entrance.

But the candles had to be blown and if Anyone had to guess they knew the wish would be about Debbie.

Everyone but especially Mickey tried to make the day good, with a dinosaur cake, all her friends gathered, cartoons and candy galore, any gift Franny could even think about mickey tried his best for her to have it but nothing would fulfil Franny's heart like her mother would do at that moment.

So days passed of Franny's mood being down they knew it would slowly pass with forgetfulness just like all the Gallagher kids did with Monica, but Mickey just wanted to see his sweet little redhead smile again.

So watching an episode of crappy kid cartoons on Saturday morning while Ian was at the gym with his younger brother Carl, just Like it is every Saturday, Mickey and Franny curled up in one of Ian's old blankets on the new grey fabric sofa with a big bowl of cereal each and watched whatever the little one wanted, Mickey had to admit some of the shows she watched were pretty good.

About 1 hour into of cartoon watching their bowls drained and placed in the sink and an episode of some overly colourful animated kids came on presenting an episode of them riding on bikes and like that Franny's eyes showed so much curiosity and light that Mickey hasn’t seen for the past few days that it makes him overly whelming happy to see her enjoying something even if it on a TV with the dumb character, something sparked in her little head.

“Can I learn how to ride a bike?” Franny asks with her big blue eyes looking at Mickey like he hung the stars.

“ You don’t know how to kid?” Mickey asked, he doesn’t know what age a kid learns to ride a bike, but he feels like this so something Franny should already know. He remembers riding around on stolen bikes with his older brothers and throwing rocks at people, and he was younger than Franny he thinks.

“No” Franny shook her head, letting her ginger curls flop everywhere over her face. Mickey keeps forgetting to tie her hair back in the morning. If he is honest, he is obsessed with her little ginger curls that fall over her face that she pushes back every five seconds with annoyance.

Mickey knew instantly that he needed to teach his niece (that in a few months the courts would make his daughter) how to ride a bike, and that was the mission of the day.

Mickey got himself ready as Franny did the same in her small room that was once a junk room that lasted 3 days before they had to make it a Franny bedroom, her room decorated in mostly blue and greens as well as dinosaurs stickers covering the wall that will most likely tear the paint off the walls when removed.

Mickeys dressed in his signature timberland boots and ripped black jeans with Ian's hoodie thrown over as the weather was a bit chilly outside. Franny almost dressed similarly to Mickey, fake timberland boots (they weren’t paying $40 for shoes she grew out of in a few months) black leggings with white stars over them and a Forest green hoodie that has a dinosaur over it that her uncle Lip bought a month before.

They were set and ready to get Franny a bike, Mickey knew Franny wasn’t going to get some second-hand crap with scratches, dents and most likely been stolen, she wouldn't have cared but still, they arrived at the target that has small selections kids bikes passing through the toy aisle and picking one new toy (a pack of Safari animals that Franny “really needed” to add to her collection) they arrive at the bike aisle. The pink and overly sparkly ones instantly got a pass when Franny saw them but then right in the middle a bright red bike with flames adorning the sides and Franny fell in love.

Thankfully it was the right size and the seat was adjustable as well as the pedals seemed a good fit, they made sure to get a helmet because they know the safety police (Ian) will be in full force.

When arrived back home they took it to the apartment in wait for Ian to get back from

The lunch he has every week with lip and carl after the gym but inside Mickey showed Franny what everything is on the bike like the breaks and little bell as well as attached the stabilisers on the side and let her sit in it for a while to slowly build her confidence just being on the bike.

It was like that for a few days when Ian and Mickey tried to teach Franny without the stabiliser that she got the hang of riding the bike with them pretty quick but was still not ready to remove the stabilises as well she still screams at Ian or Mickey about letting go .it wasn’t until day 3 when she was happy with them letting go with no stabilisers 

“ I think I can do it,” Franny says, clicking her helmet into place and placing her legs over her bike seat.

Ian picked out her outfit while fanny was eating breakfast, which was rare they normal let her wear whatever she wanted but Mickey was pretty sure it had to do that Franny wanted to wear the bright blue dinosaur costume that Carl Bought her only last week and it was an attempt to forget about the Dino costume and thankfully it worked. so she was dressed in her little denim short dungarees ( the weather was slightly warmer today than it’s been for the past week) and her green hoodies and shoes that match Ian's converse, but Franny is a fake version because once again they aren’t paying $40 for shoes she going to grow out of in a few months.

“Okay kiddo but if you fall it’s, you got your knee pads and gloves on, so you be fine,” Ian said checking that her helmet strap wasn’t too tight

Ian made Mickey go out to buy elbow and knees pads after the spend day a full day of bike riding when Franny almost tumble off even with the stabilizers on (like Mickey said “the safety police”)the only choice Mickey was given was bright pink ones that he knows Franny would never wear unless you’re bribed her with a copious amount for chocolate or some lime greens one that she would wear happy although it goes terribly with her red bike and little ginger curls.

They were at the small car park just behind their apartment building that mostly parked bigger trucks and the kitted-out black ambulance is parked, but its car park stays empty, so it was safe for Franny to ride in.

Ian ran holding on to Franny to get her to pick up some speed and then let go as they agreed.

Both men watched as their kid cycled even turning without a wobble. Mickey watched as ian was ready to run to catch her if she started to fall but she was okay.

They both felt oddly emotional they thought this is how learnt that is how it must feel watching their kid take a few steps But it was what she was shouting that broke the flood gates of tears for both of the men.

“ papa, daddy look in doing it”

That was the first time she ever called them her father, and it was out of pure excitement they never thought she would be calling them her fathers, but with Debbie being absent for a Year they can understand why.

Mickey ran to catch up with Franny, so she slowed down and they came to a stop when Mickey hauled Franny off the bike for a big hug soon joined by Ian wrapping his large arms around them both

“ Did you see? I did it! I did” Franny practically screamed with joy, reviving a wet cheek kiss from both men

“ We did kiddo was so proud of you baby, you were so fast,” mickey said Brushing his wet face into Franny's helmet

“ Did you see?” Franny asked Ian, and it makes they sob more just here big bright eyes full of so much love for them

“ Yeah I saw Fran, you did so well,” Ian said kissing Franny's nose and kissing Mickey's head trying to hide his tears flowing

“Why are you crying?” she asked both men with a slight frown on their pouty freckled face

“ we happy baby, we're so proud of you” ian easily replied and Franny seemed content with that answer and snuggled back in the hug until she bored and wanted to ride again.

That is how the rest of the day went Franny rode around in their shitty west side car park screaming and laughing and at some points Franny would try and chase Mickey on the bike threatening to run him over.

That day changed both men so much that they weren’t just uncles anymore they were fathers.