#it was actually so hard to not be like yeah shes silly shes a duck and also a ballerina etc

[skrunksthatwunk]

head in my hands i just took my communication midterm and it asked me to give an example of a good communicator (with examples of traits etc) and i fucking wrote three paragraphs about princess tutu

[voxslays]

SECRET SANTAˋ°•*⁀➷

Featuring >>> Lucifer, Vox, Adam, Alastor, Charlie, & Valentino x reader (separately) Secret Santa Headcannons.

Lucifer

Lucifer is definitely one of the easiest on this list, because he makes the things he likes his entire personality, in both a good and really bad way! Yay! Honestly, this man will accept anything you give him, because how could he not love something from you?? He isn’t very picky. However, he would love love love anything sentimental, apple, or duck related. (Emphasis on the duck related)

Starting with something sentimental, something related to a memory—any memory with you and Lucifer (and also Charlie maybe?) he will cherish forever.

Secondly, the apple. It’s such a big part of his story and life. I mean, he absolutely loves apples, he gave the forbidden fruit (an apple) to eve, his cane is an apple, he has an apple on his hat. He is a little to obsessed with the fruit for his own good.

This one is very self explanatory. Ducks. This man absolutely adores ducks. Why? Nobody knows lol. Get him a duck squishmallow or make him your own little ‘fantastical backflipping, firebreathing’ rubber duck. Overall, he loves everything and anything you get for him.

Alastor

This man is the hardest (NOT IN THAT WAY). He is so mysterious (and also makes that his entire personality) that you literally can’t figure anything out. The only things we really learn about him in the show is that he likes radios and is a deer (and technically he likes mugs…maybe??) so good luck girlie-pop!

The only thing he will probably even appreciate is a radio. A vintage radio. One from his time period, so think 20’s-30’s. So you’d better be prepared to march up to earth and steal one (it’s for your own good, I promise. This man will ruin you).

And while yes, he will appreciate the fact that you went above and beyond for a silly little Christmas tradition, he definitely isn’t the best in expressing it…so he might seem a little ungrateful…but I swear he isn’t!

Charlie

Like her father, Charlie literally couldn’t care less what you get her. She is all sunshine and rainbows, and just so happy that everyone is participating.

Like her father, she likes cute little things, like squishmallows. Get her a unicorn one and she will break into a hysterical crying fit, crying tears of joy.

You could also make her a handmade bracelet, like with rainbows, pearls, and other cute charms, and she would be thanking you all day. Yeah, she has a major issue, but can you blame her? She has extreme daddy (and likely also mommy) issues. At heart, she is just a sweet bundle of sunshine and candies.

Speaking of candies, get her those. I headcannon she LOVE LOVE LOVES sweets and sugar. What kind, might you ask? All kinds, she literally couldn’t care less…although she does especially like jolly ranchers and other hard and fruit flavored candies. Overall, the best person to get, and the most polite.

Adam

Adam is kinda like Valentino but different. He actually has a reason for becoming the depraved misogynistic asshole he is (even if it might not be a good one).

Deep down, he just wants to be loved, so if you get him for secret Santa, just get him something nice and also masculine because yes.

Get him like a shaving kit, or 3 in 1 shampoo and conditioner or something. Take him on a date to Home Depot. Give him a gift card for Arby’s. Stuff that he considers only for the manliest of the manliest of the manly men.

Vox

He is very self explanatory. He makes tech for a living, get him something techy…right? Oh you wish it was that easy. Why get him tech when Voxtek already makes almost every gadget you could ever imagine?

Anyways, sharks. This man loves sharks. Get him a book about shark facts, he will eat it up. Fr fr. Also I feel like he’s the type to enjoy rings.

Like, he just always has atleast one ring on his finger (no he’s not married…atleast I don’t think he is….? Please god), and it’s usually never the same ring twice.

Or, if you wanna be his favorite person forever (and probably future husband/wife because he will marry if you do this) get him a shark. A literal shark.

When you and the Vees are exchanging secret santa’s and Vox asks where his, take all of them into the meeting room aquarium, where there is a new baby shark. He just stares at the glass in awe and adoration, and then takes off the ring he is currently wearing, and proposes to you. <3

Valentino

Oh to the hell no. You have gotta have the worst luck in the world if you get him. There are only two things he wants for Christmas. Your soul under contract and toys if yk what I mean….

Girlie, you gotta run away, pack your things and go! This is the only way. You gotta flee to one of the other rings, probably sloth because it’s the farthest away.

Live off the grid, change your name, and pray to the god or angels above Val doesn’t find you. But he will though because his bestie is Vox…so enjoy your freedom while it lasts.

Yeah, the Valentino part is a joke…and what about it? lol. I was giggling so hard.

[forsaken-headcanons]

OKAY OKAY THIS IS JUST A SMALL HC REGARDING MR. DOE BUT I HAVE TO GET THIS OUT THERE

I really think John Doe wouldn’t like, NOT try and kill Jane, he’s practically a feral dog iirc, but I definitely imagine him taking a second to look at her. Think of it like a crow and a really cool awesome rock, or maybe just a person and a perfectly smooth pebble on a coastal stone beach. He’d just look at her with a little wonder in his eyes and then charge her because she’s killable shaped. Definitely would not hesitate to shred her tho, but he’d like looking at her. (Feral dog)

also while I’m at it I think John would have a mildly messed up sense of object permanence, a survivor could disappear behind a wall and he’s definitely still charge, but like after a few seconds would “see a butterfly” and go try and execute someone else. It’s not TERRIBLE but it is just a little messed up.

also guest 1337 was a military man and even if I haven’t seen TLG I will say he probably would not be a fan of fireworks. He puts up his military attitude because that’s what him and his team needs to live, if he were given a chance he’d probably drop the attitude and just stand in a corner, back facing the wall, he’s not a guy that would let himself be weak or cry because he “needs to be that hero”, the guy the team can duck behind to stare the EMBODIMENT of hatred or even a hulking, hungry, angry demonic creature in the face and be crazy enough to punch it in the eye and run away. “Someone needs to do it” is probably what he’d say to someone if he opened up (but again he ain’t that guy). He also would absolutely cry if his wife or kids wound up forsaken, like full on BAWLING, one of the few times EVER seeing him cry.

also Coolkidd doesn’t know how rough he’s being with his punches, like at ALL, the neck snapping is something he saw in a movie and thought it looked cool so he’s trying it out. He could easily be reasoned with but the survivors are too busy running away to try. He thinks 1337 is also playing, but 1337 is “being too rough” (which just encourages him to play harder). He would cry if he were told he’s been killing the survivors (including his dad). He does think chance is cheating at their “game” by using a flintlock tho.

Elliot for the most part is chugging along well, but he would grab someone by the collar of their shirt and force feed them a pizza if he was just a little bit more strong (and if he actually lost it, which is incredibly hard to do)

Uhhhhhhh and regarding 666, this is a strong “if noob and666 were still buds” so I’m fully aware of canon lore, this is just a “lol what if”

Guest 666 would probably enjoy getting brushed but would only let noob (or Elliot) close because pretty much everyone else either bolts, injures, or ducks so good when she swings that he drops interest.

She would absolutely trap noob under his claws and would then try and groom them like a cat would, noob would get a cowlick that would stay for hours and all the other survivors would bust out laughing (chance would be the one to keel over) and even guest 1337 would crack a smile.

noob would be a show off and do that trick where some people would stick their head in a lion’s mouth and do that w/ 666

if noob isn’t in the round 666 would go kill everyone (maybe would save Elliot for last just because she likes how silly Elliot is, but yeah how we feeling abt these)

"A small headcanon", the anon said. /lighthearted

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #34

Guess who can play some catch up cause she's on spring break now biiiiitch. ANYWAYS today is PKNA #29: Virus which means it's ZIGGY TIME!!!! Also government secret time but who gaf.

Mary Ann is shaded so weirdly here that I always forget she's on this cover. Like they covered her in such a weird amount of shadow she's almost hard to see??? Anyways she seems to be doing great

Guy that should become an editor for Wikipedia.com

Anyways LOOK AT DONALD IN HIS LITTLE REPAIRMAN OUTFIT!!! He's so handsome <3

Donald really just dgaf about anything that's going on. Like yeah whatever I got arrested. Not the first time this has happened. Probably won't be the last.

I gotta say, it's really interesting to see Ziggy so determined to go save PK when, up to this point, he's pretty much just been a random background character at Channel 00. It would be easy to miss him (if I hadn't read this series before and knew who he was). But he's had little to no interaction with PK personally. Either his sense of justice is that concrete, or he's just a really big Paperinik fan.

Why is Uno flirting with him.

Bro has so many veins popping out of his neck can we get him on some blood pressure medicine or something

No silly, that would make it a WATER ENGINE!!! Sorry I'm having a Stressed to Kill moment

BRUH WHY ARE THEY ALWAYS HERE 😭

page spread that goes crazy

Her expression is killing me

OOOOH NNOOOOOOOO- actually wait. IS that a bad thing??

There's like really serious military drama happening in the other room and then every now and then they're like "btw here's PK fighting some aliens"

How did you recognize him past his perfect disguise of a ski mask that only covers like 40% of his face?!?!?

THIS IS A LOT OF PRESSURE FOR AN ERRAND BOY

NOTHING PERSONAL??? LIKE PKNA #34 NOTHING PERSONA- oh wait we haven't read that chapter yet

NO WAAAY I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'VE BEEN SIBLINGS THIS WHOLE TI-

Okay but aside from the fact that I already knew this, I only recently thought about a major question I have: What kind of bird is Mary Ann??? Because based on her beak shape I always assumed she was a chicken or something, but Ziggy is very obviously a duck, and they're siblings so... is she also a duck? Or is it like some kind of weird hybrid situation?? I sincerely doubt that one of them is adopted cause like. Look at them.

This comic offers some relatively interesting moral dilemmas, mainly exploring the idea of whether or not it's ethical to let the general public know about looming threats for the sake of letting everyone be informed. And well, I'm not really sure what the answer here would be. Sure, telling the entire world that there's an evil race of aliens trying to conquer us could possibly motivate humanity to unite against them, but how much good would the average person even be in that kind of fight? Would it be worth sowing panic into the daily lives of billions of people around the globe? I mean, as it stands, the Evronians STILL suck shit at conquering the Earth anyways. It's not like they've even made much progress WITHOUT the entire world fighting back 😭

It's also not even like the Evronians have been good at staying secret, we're just lucky that Angus Fangus is around to gaslight most of the public into thinking they're just costumed criminals or something. Maybe the army would feel better about the threat if they knew that Xadhoom was out there fucking annihilating them all the time, but we don't want them to know about her cause they might try to annihilate her too. I'm not even sure where I'm going with this analysis, I just think there are some interesting nuggets to think over here. Not one of my favorite chapters but pretty solid overall, I mostly just like it because Ziggy is there and I like Ziggy, I think he's a cool guy with a neat design.

Anyways LYLA TIME!!!!!!

girl what you need all that damn lettuce for

WHAT?..... nooooo....

AMONG U

Man wait until this guy finds out about Odin Eidolon

Her room goes crazy, talk about girlypop

I WAS GONNA MAKE A JOKE EARLIER ABOUT HER FEEDING A TON OF LETTUCE TO A SINGLE RABBIT BUT SHE ACTUALLY JUST HAS A TON OF HAMSTERS I'M SO FUCKING MAD

Lyla's a literal saint btw, as someone who spends a lot of time at an animal rescue FUCK people who get pets and don't plan to take care of them long term. Hamsters only live 2-3 years it's not even like it would be that long of a commitment ANGUS.

Okay so shoutout to Lyla and her 17 pet hamsters, it would also be cool if someone warned her that they're all gonna need their own cages cause hamsters are solitary animals and will murder each other if kept together so. GOOD LUCK WITH THAT LYLA!!!!!!

[sc0tters]

Little Red Dress | Cole Caufield

summary: you overheard Cole confess his feelings towards you, so what happens when you get a boost of confidence one night at a bar?

request: yes/no

warnings: mature scenes, p in v, fingering, swearing, mentions of drinking.

word count: 2.5k

authors note: this took me way too long to write but I really liked it! It’s about time Cole got a piece too. I don’t usually do any descriptors but I made her a tall girlie cause I’m a tall girlie so yeah.

You had been counting down the days until the boys arrived.

Sure it sounded silly but you missed your brother. So when he told you he wanted to bring his closest friends to your Barcelona you jumped at the offer of giving up two of your spare bedrooms up to the four “Al!” You cheered as you locked eyes with your brother.

There was a year between you two in age with Alex being thirteen months older than you. You saw your brother every holiday that you had and in his off season he usually came to visit you so this summer was no different “woah!” Alex laughed as you almost knocked him off of his feet.

A grin spread across your face as you looked at the boys “hope the flight was good,” you pointed out as your cheeks turned pink hearing Trevor laugh “it’s good to see you peach.” The Ducks player was probably your brothers friend that you were closest to as he was like your brother from another mother.

When there were things you had to talk to someone about then Trevor was your person. But as Jack let out a yawn it pulled your attention back to reality “I’ll get you guys back to mine.” You motioned to them to follow you.

The car ride back was peaceful as the boys caught you up on their lives and you did the same with yours. Your eyes throughout the car ride continued to look to the rear view mirror as you’d lock eyes with Cole who never actually let his eyes leave you. The oldest of the four boys had thought you were cute since you were about sixteen, yeah it made him feel dirty but time and time again no matter how hard he tried you always came back to his mind.

The boys were settling into their rooms as you told Alex of the plans for the night “just go check if Cole and Z are down with that.” Alex smiled as he squeezed your hand “they better say yes!” Jack called out as he was in his room “if they say no we can just go Jacky boy!” You called back as you laughed making your way out of the room.

Thankfully for you the second guest bedroom was across the hall so your walk was short “dude I don’t get why you just don’t tell her!” Trevor groaned as he fell onto his bed.

Cole sighed as he mimicked the boys actions on his own bed “Alex will kill me,” that part was true, Alex was beyond protective over you so there would have been a fight if Cole admitted how he felt.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you listened on “I see the way she looks at you, you’re fucking hot to her.” The Ducks players vulgar phrase almost made you laugh.

There was a moment of silence as Cole processed those words “you think so?” A smile formed on his lips when his best friend nodded.

Unfortunately for you before Trevor could respond you leaned against the door causing it to open “hi boys!” You quickly forced a smile as you tried to keep a cool face “was wondering if you wanted to go to a club tonight?” You asked as you crossed your arms.

The habs player’s eyes went wide as he wondered if you had listened to what he said “your favourite club?” Trevor thankfully stepped in before you could see how nervous he had gotten “I wouldn’t give you any less Z.” You sent the boy toothy grin as you squeezed Cole’s shoulder.

Trevor nodded “we are gonna be there then.” All he could try to do was hide his smirk as Cole’s cheeks turned pink “be ready for seven!” You announced as you walked out of the room.

Cole let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding “told you,” Trevor reached out to give him a high fives “she thinks you’re hot!” He added with a smile.

Music bounced off of the walls of the club as you couldn’t help but laugh at Alex’s shitty attempts to flirt with Spanish girls “I’m going to go get another drink,” you announced as you chugged back the remainder of your drink before you got up to make your way back to the bar.

Cole’s eyes never left you, well they never left your ass as you swung your hips as you walked away. Trevor pulled him back to reality when he reached out to hit him “ow!” Cole groaned as his hand went to the sore part of his head “what the hell was that for?” He asked as he let out a scoff clearly unimpressed.

Trevor rolled his eyes “go follow her!” He spoke in a duh tone as the local men seemed to turn their attention towards you. The little red dress you were in with your white heels was enough to make any man fall to his knees for you “can I get a shot of the absolute?” You flashed the bartender your signature smile “make that two,” the familiar voice turned your face into a smirk.

You let your eyes wonder down his body before they came back up to his face “was wondering when you’d get here,”you confessed as Cole wrapped his arm around your waist “you were?” He asked feeling surprised by the statement.

Now you hadn’t told a single soul about this but you might have had a crush on Cole, yet you never thought the feelings would have been reciprocated because you were meant to be nothing more than Alex’s little sister “you should back yourself more.” You confessed as you wrapped your fingers around the shot glass.

The HABS player smirked “how do you suggest I do that?” He cocked his head as he mimicked your actions “personally I’d start with not worrying about Alex.” You shrugged as you swirled your shot glass “salud,” you mumbled as you held your glass up before you threw the vodka back.

Cole’s eyes wide “you heard that?” He quickly took down his shot as he didn’t want to think about you hearing him.

But thankfully you didn’t have the negative reaction he thought you’d have “I’m actually flattered.” You ran your fingers through your hair as you laughed.

The boy never thought he was nervous but when you spoke it was like he didn’t know English “I’d suggest we went home if you could say it to my face though.” Your tongue ran over your lower lip as you raised your eyebrows like you were giving him a challenge.

Cole let out a gasp “fuck baby I want you so bad,” he whimpered as your hand trailed up the inside of his shirt.

Despite the fact that you knew Alex was close by you didn’t care what your hand did as you smiled to yourself “I’ll get the Uber.” You announced as the boy nodded desperately to follow you as you made your way out into the Barcelona night air “what are you doing?” Cole furrowed his eyebrows as you held your hand out for his phone.

It made you smile how clueless he was “you’re gonna tell Alex that I’m not feel well so you took me home okay?” You explained as the boy nodded quickly following your orders.

Cole 👾: hey bro y/n isn’t feeling well so I’m taking her home

Alex 👽: thanks for looking out for her

Cole 👾: no biggie

You truly didn’t know how you managed to behave for the duration of the Uber right, all you wanted to do was get onto Cole’s lap and have your way with him but the boy seemed far more interested in talking to your Canadian Uber driver. So when you finally shut your front door behind you it was safe to say you were ready to jump into his arms “look so fucking pretty tonight,” the boy pointed out as he watched you slip your heels off “come and get it then,” you did your best attempt at walking backwards until you hit your bedroom door.

Cole followed you as he smiled “been waiting to do this for years,” he confessed as he placed his hands on either side of you “why wait any longer then?” Your voice was soft as you titled your head down so that you could meet his lips.

The height difference whilst it was there and in your favour neither one of you truly seemed to mind as Cole kissed you. It started off soft and sweet until you let out a moan giving the boy the perfect jump to increase the intimacy ten fold as you could feel his smile in the kiss “jump.” You would have been jealous of how smoothly the boy told you to do that if you didn’t feel your sexual thoughts pool in your panties.

His arms hooked under your legs as he pushed you into your room “door,” you mumbled locking eyes with him before you went back for another kiss. Just because the boys weren’t home didn’t mean that they weren’t going to never be home and you were not ready to have your brother cock block you.

You almost laughed when he dropped you onto your bed but when you saw the bulge in his pants you began to pity him “come here,” you held your hands out letting them sit on either side of his face as you continued to make out.

Cole’s lips were soft as the taste of his beer remained on his tongue. He let his hand trail down your dress that had now bunched up around your waist “god you’re so wet,” he groaned as his fingers rubbed over your panties “please Cole,” you begged him to do something, anything.

Thankfully for you he listened so Cole pulled your panties to the side before he let two fingers plunge into your core “wow,” you gasped as you never really thought that this was going to ever be his strong suit. But at the same time you had seen his fingers before so you really shouldn’t have been this surprised “keep making those pretty little noises for me.” Cole’s words egged you on as you clenched around his fingers.

He couldn’t help but smile at the sight beneath him “shouldn’t even let you come cause good girls don’t eavesdrop.” That phrase made your eyes shoot open.

You sent him a glare “don’t you fucking dare Caufield,” you warned clearly not in the mood for this.

All he could do was laugh “since you asked so nicely,” he placed a kiss to the corner of your lips as he managed to get his thumb under your panties as well to press against your clit “fucking hell Cole.” You groaned as your phone started ringing.

Alex’s contact information popped up “not a sound from you,” you warned as you answered your phone “just saw Cole’s message, you good?” Alex asked as he had been worrying about you.

A smile formed on your lips “I’m good, you’ve got such a good friend in Cole.” Your words were able to mask the moan you wanted to let out as Cole began kissing at your neck.

The Kings player laughed “you really aren’t sounding well.” You were never usually this nice about any of his friends, not like this.

Cole sent you a smirk “well I just wanted to tell you that we are coming home now.” That was the last thing you wanted to hear from your brother “see you soon bye!” You were quick to hang up as you threw your phone across the room.

It made the boy furrow his eyebrows “am I missing something?” He asked surprised by your eagerness.

You propped yourself up by your elbows “we’ve got fifteen minutes before the boys get back.” You explained as your hands fiddled with his belt as you were surprised that he was still fingering you “my needy little girl.” Cole smiled as he got up quickly pulling his pants and shirt off.

His bulge in his boxers made you smirk “think you’re in the same position as me,” you pointed out as you pulled your dress over your shoulders leaving you in your bra and panties “fuck you’re so pretty,” the hockey player cooed as his fingers ran over your lacey undergarment before he hooked his fingers on the sides pulling them off of your feet.

The air was light as you watched him roll the condom over his cock “c’mere,” you motioned to him to come over to you as you curved your finger towards yourself.

A laugh left your lips as you pulled flipped the two of you over “wanna ride you,” you announced as you rubbed your clit before you bottomed yourself out with his cock “fuck you’re so big.” You gasped as your nails traced up his chest.

Cole’s hands went to your back so he could unhook your bra “these pretty little tits,” he smiled as he leaned down to let his lips wrap around your nipple.

You moaned as your fingers locked in his hair “you’re so good at this,” you cooed as you continued to lift your hips up and down as you’d hit your clit against his stomach.

He looked up to you as his head landed on your pillow “keep squeezing your pussy just like this.” Cole groaned as you tilted towards him when your hands landed on his shoulders.

The boys eyes screwed shut as he couldn’t control himself at the sight of your tits bouncing in his face “no baby keep your eyes on me.” Your fingers hooked under his jaw as you placed soft kisses along his jaw “wanna hear you make some noises.” You mumbled as you kissed the shell of his ear.

Cole’s fingers dug into your hips making sure to leave bruises tomorrow “don’t want this to end,” he confessed as he began to thrust his hips up as they met your own.

Both of you were whimpering messes as you both edged closer to your highs “I’m gonna come,” you announced as your eyes screwed shut.

That statement seemed to cause Cole’s thrusts to speed up “want you to come with me,” you added as your lips turned into a pout when you leaned down to kiss him “right behind you baby.” He nodded as he wasn’t going to end tonight without letting his release coat the inside of the condom.

You clenched around him as your legs began to shake “fuck fuck fuck!” You repeated as your arms gave out letting your head rest on his shoulder.

Cole wasn’t far behind when his thrusts began to sputter “you did so well,” he gasped as his hand wrapped into your hair trying to regain his breath.

Neither one of you had too much time to recover though because the front door opened.

“We’re home!”

[golby-moon]

not exactly someone who listens to a lot of music but I entered the @destielbeatlesminibang anyway and oh no this was created based off the song "Anna (Go to Him)". and yeah idk why I did these weird outlines instead of my usual thick black ones either

okay so a major theme in this fic is a card game called Munchkin which I've never heard of before this fic. I've been told it's unpopular and it's funny that Dean and Cas are so serious about it because it's such a dumb game and what better to reflect that than a banner featuring a game night for messy teenagers? admittedly I may have gone overboard on the pizza grease and may or may not have forgotten to put more places for names and credits uh

fun fact but the cards are all actual Munchkin cards that I found pictures of online. some of the cards like the Friendship Potion one are symbolic for the fic, some reflect the show itself (Pitcher of Cheap Beer because Winchesters, Duck Holiday because it reminded me of destiel cowboys in that one episode and also because Dean definitely has that card pack), and others are just there because they're silly (like the Horse Radish). also fun fact but the box the title is on is a card holder box thing I saw on Google, not just some random box yay

I don't think I've ever drawn people dancing before (pretty sure I would've remembered suffering through drawing those hands ghfjfjfjfu) but I just had to give it a try for this one, featuring Dean and Cas being all awkward but loving to reflect their new relationship and also Charlie and Anna hanging out in the background there. also rest assured Cas' tie is indeed backwards, it's just a little hard to see here

I have Charlie with shorter hair to distinguish her from Anna and I learned over the course of this bang that people don't wear socks with high heels usually?? I thought it'd be like extra padding because those look painful???? anyway Charlie doesn't care about normal though so she's wearing Harry Potter flavored socks and Anna's in more traditional uh nylons I think they're called which meant I had to draw bare feet but I think it came out okay at least. also fun to push myself to draw new things for bangs which is kinda why I started doing them in the first place so yeah. anyway

the fic this is made for is called "Anna, Go to Him" by @butterflyslinky for the destiel beatles minibang

(06/27/24)

[aruanimess]

Got any Pieck and Annie friendship hcs?

Hi, Jesse!

I'm not really a person that has many hcs in general (a few trusty ones are more my style), but I actually do have one for Pieck and Annie!

Okay, for some reason Pieck doesn't strike me as someone who was effortlessly charming her whole life, I think this was a skill she developed as she grew older. I imagine the other kids in the Warrior's program used to shun her for being overenthusiastic and coming on too strong. All except for Annie, who didn't particularly care one way or the other.

But give Pieck an inch and she'll take a mile, during those years especially, so she latched onto Annie like a little duckling imprinting on its duck mama. 

(Secretly, she was holding her breath until Annie discovered she was too much to handle and snubbed her like everyone else.)

Annie, of course, passively accepted it, because her father generally discouraged friendships, but there was nothing to be done if the other girl chose to follow her around.

(Secretly, she liked the company, but couldn’t shut up that insistent voice in the back of her head that kept telling her Pieck had a hidden agenda.)

(They’re both so used to the deceit, mistrust and alienation cultivated by Marley’s oppressive state, they can’t help but wait for the other shoe to drop.)

So one day, Annie and Pieck were huddling close in the bed in Marley's barracks and Pieck said : "We should totally braid each other's hair. That's what all the girls do!"

Annie only gave a shrug. "I don't know how to braid hair."

"Me neither!" said Pieck. "But how hard can it be?"

Needless to say, no one got their hair braid that night. They tried and tried until the early hours of the morning, but they just couldn't figure it out (they got halfway to a rope braid, but gave up because their fingers started to hurt).

Years later, after the Rumbling, at the makeshift camp in Fort Salta, they’re distributing rations together and notice two little girls braiding each other’s hair while waiting in line. 

"I learnt how to do that. Braiding," says Annie.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, in the barracks in Paradise."

Pieck smiles ruefully. "I did too. Back in Marley. Another soldier showed me how. The trick is you need three strands. Silly of us, right?"

Annie laughs. "Yeah, pretty simple in retrospect."

And Pieck just looks at her friend, who, even after all those years, she still feels fond of, this familiar stranger who she had once grown to trust, this girl who unintentionally taught her of the deeper bond forged by going through hell together, and says: "Yes… Most things are."

[woah-uhuh-uhuh-uhuh]

BAC: SECOND VIEWING NOTES!

Yeah i went again on sunday and really wanted to cry after because it's over forever Q_Q i am inconsolable but for the fact that there may be a halloween party... but uhhhhhhh anyway here's what I noticed this time!!

(also here's the notes from my first time for reference [x])

Ad libs:

Final show energy & lots of ad libs! Which were apparently real unscripted ad libs!! A lot of them were just little things (so I can't recount most of them) but they were very very good. the blorbos became real people for a second there

When Rich is looking for Mountain Dew Red at the party, Jenna appears and says "I have Mountain Dew Blue?" and he explodes at her (possibly "Not now, Jenna!")

When Christine and Jeremy talk together at the party, they're sitting on beanbags; after they get scared off by the skeleton guy, they're laughing and crawling back to their seats - Christine, through laughter: "oh where's the beanbag...."

Changes (?)

VIMH: Rich: "The ladies are gonna get to know the real Richard Goranski... And the dudes." Then he stares into the distance for like 30 seconds (a very long time), making calculating gestures in the air (like the woman with math meme) before going "Oh. My god............... I am totally bi!"

Maybe wrong, but I swear there was a wind part added to the middle of Michael in the Bathroom??? I thought it might be a flute or digital flute..... but as a flautist I might be projecting.....

The Play: Multiple thin green lights flickered down on people as they got squipped, with a cute video game chime sound. But fairly certain this was always there and I just noticed it this time lmao

Smartphone Hour: Background acting on the little platform at the very back of the stage: a scooby-doo esque chase sequence where a firefighter rushes on from SR and disappears SL (implied Jake's house is SL); the fireman reappears with Jake in his arms and runs back SR to safety. Then Jake runs back across to get something from his house and the fireman is trying to stop him. Then Jake runs back out of the house holding a teddy bear he saved from the fire; the fireman is chasing him back out of the house. It was fucking hilarious 10/10 especially because I couldn't be sure if it was a new addition or if I just completely filtered it out last time like a basketball gorilla dslfjdslfk

Also on Jake: between the teddy bear and the Upgrade scene (also detailed by Dani) where he's talking about archery while holding a plush duck - unsure dramaturgically if it's supposed to be a real dead duck or a toy, but anyway.... Jake who likes stuffies??? IDK if I buy it but I don't know enough about Jake to NOT buy it and its also a very fun headcanon I think so it's going on the pile for me. he can collect plushies with jeremy as far as im concerned dsljfsdkfjs

Oh yeah Jeremy also had a big white duck plush on his bed. edit: this is actually a seagull plush! Its name is Katie and it belongs to stage crew member Anya!

More details I saw this time

General

Christine actor was actually amazing she has this giggly honk voice she uses when being like obnoxiously loud and silly and idk how to describe it but such intense LOUD SILLYGIRL ENERGY. A little different than the chris im used to and it was fun to see another version of her!!

Maybe I'm insane but I think Christine also pronounced Jeremy kinda like 2 syllables (Jare - me). This extremely slight difference somehow led to me perceiving her singing "Is he worth it? Germyyyyyyy!" IDK Sorry Jaclyn if you are reading this ldksfjdlsk

Lots of times when Jeremy is talking about becoming cool he does little hip gyrations (think Rich at the urinal i guess but more subtle)

Jeremy does this thing where he holds his hand bent stiff with his fingers all together and taps hard on his right temple to express some kind of frustration with the SQUIP- e.g. when he's trying to get the SQUIP to turn on after the first day; during the end of the Halloween party, etc. Actually it very much has the same conceptual energy as "C'c'c'come on....." now that I think about it

Michael blows a cloud of smoke during a few of his entrances (MTS and maybe Halloween - or that was Dustin maybe)

He also uses a vape pen I think? When he says 'we gotta get stoned in my basement'

Preshow montage

Before the show, there's a montage of screenshots from the teens' lives on the back wall --- that is, their selfies and their text convos. Pretty sure the texts were that gossip submitted by fans? I only remember two:

"i heard that guy who wears hoodies all the time only listens to weezer" <- (I only noticed this one 'cause it KILLED ME honestly I feel like Jeremy would love Weezer and Michael would hate it sdjkfljdsf ) edit: this text was submitted by @/thesquirrelqueer!

I don't remember who was on which side, but Brooke or Chloe sending Chloe or Brooke a big comforting text after her breakup and making plans to go get ice cream I think?

MTS

"Dad haven't you ever heard of privacy?" He says this while putting on his belt after the opening.

Jeremy's actually gesturing towards his locker for like the entire conversation between Brooke, Chloe, Jenna; when they notice him finally it kinda looks like he's just pointing at them and that's part of why they think he's weird I think?

M: "Humanity has stopped evolving!" Jeremy then takes like 20 seconds of looking confused before going (approximately) "is that supposed to be good...?"

"Christiiiiiine Canigula!" Each Christine section he eventually (around 3rd time) starts using this fanboy totally-losing-his-mind-over-this voice which is REALLY hard to describe but i'll try: like lower & less articulate, like how it sounds when you raise your soft palate (?), and going up at the end kind of laugh-like like he's really excited. (For a bmc reference maybe sounds a little like will roland's tone in i even got some blood flowing / with no computer screen around). Anyway i'm not gonna lie it did make him sound really lame jsdlkfjdsf

"Why can't someone just help me out?" As Jeremy sings this bridge it's all dark except for a light on him. Students line up chairs behind him and sit down. At this line, two guys walk forwards on either side and touch his shoulders (looking kind of solemn / sympathetic) , and guide him back to sit in the chair in the middle. Then the lights come up on everyone and more group choreo wheeee

Post-ILPR MTS reprise

Christine: "Sorry, Jeremy, did you say something?" -> after this scene, she runs off giggling loudly, apparently glad to not be interrupted and VERY visibly excited about Jake asking her out

Jeremy sings "I don't wanna be special / Don't even want to survive...." (Instead of usual "Don't even need to survive.") Not sure if it was intentional but it happened at both shows I saw and made me sad both times noooooo........... guy...........

Squip song

Rich actually rubs his hands all over Jeremy's face (in addition to his arms)

"Top secret can't even look it up on the internet type shit": Rich looks to the side and mimes a rectangle (computer screen) then mimes typing where the keyboard would be

2PG

"I don't want that to be my future! Sad, and alone, and ... " - The music cuts out at "sad" instead of at the beginning of this line.

On their relationship in general, I think Michael irritates Jeremy more than fanon typically has it lol. Very excitable Michael who kinda lacks volume control (in several scenes - including VIMH even after Jeremy tells him to be quieter). Constructive interference of autism etc etc

(Again fun to see this!! as a jeremy stan i am definitely guilty of making michael a godlike perfect friend to jeremy and like.. no... they don't actually mesh that well even just in the script!! Often times Jeremy doesn't understand or care about the things Michael says. So yeah absorbing this into my headcanons now thank you)

Also back wall was this like vaporwave looking low-poly 2 person first person shooter game footage (think wolfenstein but with a very different aesthetic - purple and blue, and i think with some objects depicted in mesh).

BMC P1

When Jeremy's spasming on the ground (last time I thought he looked mostly in pain - this time he was vibrating a bit more like he lost muscle control) - local build-a-bear employee Jared Kleinman (JARED KLEINMAN...) and some other people start filming him.

Jared keeps filming him through the scene until SQUIP: "All they see is you having an animated conversation... with yourself." Jeremy turns and notices him; Jared doesn't stop filming but just waves at him nonchalantly (in a mocking way like hey buddy welcome back to reality)

Jared also has a BaB apron and BaB backpack on (or a bear sticking out of his backpack i dont remember). Pretty sure he also had a bear with him in another scene, probably Halloween?

"Lookin pretty sexy, brooke" -- says it in like a low Elvisy voice (like will connolly)

BMC P2

"Everything about you is going to be wonderful" -- Jeremy rolls up his cardigan sleeves so they're just below the elbow. (One of them slipped back down and he put it up again but I didnt think it was intentional lol). I was surprised how much instantly cooler that made him look but maybe that's just because my older brother wears his sleeves like that ljdsfkdsfklsfdlk

......also note that MICHAEL usually wears his sleeves rolled up like that in this production.... inch resting.....

MTS reprise

When the lights first come up, Jeremy is snoring with his head hanging off the side of the bed. He stops breathing for a second, then jerks awake.

GTIKBI

Chris: "I know you and Jake used to date...." Chloe and Brooke simultaneously go "Oh my god, no!!!" --- Chloe to Christine (mockingly), meanwhile Brooke is unrelatedly browsing her phone and says it in distress because she (implied) has just seen that Eminem died. As convo continues, Brooke sits next to another student (Leo Collins?) and shows them the article. (She still says 'yeah jake is so gross' to Chloe, just sounding upset)

Upgrade

I ALREADY SAID THIS BUT JEREMY AND BROOKE WERE SO CUTE TOGETHER JLKSDFLDFSJ. I decided to only watch them during this song (/ _ \) Based on their acting when they walked near the stage stairs, they had climbed to the back of the bleachers and were walking precariously on the outside of the railing - specifically, they went over the stair railings - first Brooke and she teeters a bit and jokingly pretends like she's gonna fall off; Jeremy goes under the rail, comes up on the other side and does a gesture like *tada!*. Then they sit down together and are talking and its just really cute. making me ship puppy love over here jdsifojdslkfdjsflk

Halloween

Michael was at the dance in costume - during a certain point (I think right before Rich starts losing it) Michael gets lost out of the group choreo, seems to be stressed out and runs off stage (presumably to the bathroom)

One of the guys is dressed up like Guy Fieri and it's really good. Like I remember last time I even had a moment where I realized I was interpreting this actor as playing The Real Guy Fieri At Jake's Halloween Party. Also in MITB he uses his hat (which is a combo of visor and fake hair) to knock on the door.

DYWH

Chloe: "...rock this baby fast asleep" then, laughing: "Goo goo ga ga!!" and she kinda topples onto him. The actress said she got this from the West End production!

When Jeremy says "I can't stand up." It was kind of implied it's because he has an erection not because his legs are frozen; right before this line he stands up then sits down and puts a pillow in his lap. Either way though ig it was still the SQUIP stopping him (S: "you're welcome.")

GTIKBI reprise

as Dani pointed out, Christine was sitting kinda numbly on the beanbag with headphones on; she takes them off when Jeremy starts talking to her.

Voices in my Head

Jeremy's wearing an X-Men shirt!

Re: expensive headphones - Michael's rubbing Rich's shoulders (???) when he says "I'm sure someone would be lucky to have you" (and then of course he still says but not meeeee while sending him flying)

"Throw you a rope home slice if you need some dope advice" Jake fist bumps with Jeremy (or equivalent gesture i dont remember)

Stagedorks kiss: after C says yes, they walk to the center of the stage. Jeremy rushes forwards and puts his hands on her cheeks (i think?) to pull her into a kiss. They separate, beat, then Christine goes forwards again and they have a long slow kiss while the ensemble keeps dancing and singing around them.

Not intentional i dont think but Patrick the Jeremy actor was crying a bit at the end /( T_ T \ )

OK YEAH i might add more to this if I remember and/or edit it back into the first post...... but hope that was fun to read????

[violet-prism-creatively]

For Huntlow Week day 2 (umbrella), I was inspired to write a little fic! Plus a sketch to go with it:

Image description: A pencil drawing of Willow and Hunter standing under a tree. Willow is holding an umbrella over both of them and they're smiling at each other.

Read the fic on Ao3 or below! (745 words)

Willow's therapist had told her she didn't have to be the responsible one all the time, but right now, Willow wished she'd been a bit more responsible.

The first drop of boiling rain hit her shoe with a sizzle. Willow ducked under the shelter of a tree, not quickly enough to avoid another droplet on her arm. She hissed. She hadn't packed a first-aid kit, or an umbrella, or even a raincoat. It was just supposed to be a little walk in the forest. And now she was stuck in a surprise boiling-rainstorm, utterly unprepared.

Text friends, Clover buzzed. At least Willow's palisman was with her.

Willow pulled out her scroll and sent a message to the groupchat: "SOS caught in rainstorm"

Almost immediately, responses flooded in: "r u ok??" "Take shelter!"

"I'm under a tree," Willow replied, and sent a selfie. "just annoyed that I didn't think to bring an umbrella and now my dads prob won't let me go out alone again for a while"

"I cAN bring you an umbrella,. send location." Hunter's texting style had been getting better since Willow had first met him about a year ago, and at this point, she found the occasional errors endearing. (As well as his nerdiness, and his sense of loyalty, and a lot of other things... but that was another discussion.) Even though he was obviously the only one who could come rescue her, with his immunity to boiling rain, she couldn't help but smile at the offer.

Willow shared her location- a forest not far from Bonesborough- texted her dads that she was okay, and settled in to wait. Clover rested on her shoulder. It wasn't a heavy rainstorm, but drops occasionally filtered through the edges of the tree's canopy, and Willow pressed her back against the trunk to avoid them.

Soon, Hunter arrived on his mechanical staff. He wore a raincoat, but where the rain hit his bare hands and face, it slid off harmlessly like human-realm rain. "Are you okay?" he asked as soon as he'd landed. "I got here as fast as I could, but I had to find an umbrella first- here." He handed an umbrella to Willow.

She opened it, feeling much more secure under the boiling-rain-proof material. "Thank you. I'm okay, but I really appreciate you coming here."

"No problem." The tension in Hunter's body drained away, leaving him standing there awkwardly. He eventually asked, "Do you want to fly back to your house or stay here?"

"I was always taught it's safer to shelter in place till the rain ends," Willow replied, "and besides, it would be kind of hard to hold the umbrella while flying."

"If anyone could do it, it would be you, Captain. Or I could hold it over you if you want- I just don't want to leave you here alone."

Oh. "You could wait here with me," Willow suggested. That... would be kind of nice, actually, she thought.

"Oh yeah. I could." Hunter gave a soft smile.

"Come here." Willow beckoned Hunter closer. "I know the rain doesn't hurt you, but it's cozy under here."

Hunter obliged, and she shifted the umbrella to cover both of them. Their arms were touching... Then Hunter noticed the red mark the boiling raindrop had left on Willow's arm.

"You're hurt! One second, I brought a first-aid kit." Hunter rummaged through his bag.

"It's just a small burn." It didn't even hurt anymore, but Willow was touched by his care nevertheless.

With the precision of a field medic but the care of a friend, Hunter dabbed antibiotic cream on the burn and covered it with a band-aid. Willow tried not to focus on his hands on her skin, how close he was, the intimacy of him caring for her.

Hunter released her arm when he was done- was she imagining the blush on his face? "There you go."

"Thank you." Willow could tell she was blushing too. "I feel so silly for not bringing a first-aid kit or umbrella of my own."

"You don't have to be perfectly prepared all the time. I've got you."

Willow's heart was glowing and blooming and doing ridiculous somersaults. Did Hunter even know he had just said the sweetest thing ever?

"Thank you." Willow tentatively reached out and took his hand. It was warm and calloused and fit perfectly with hers.

And so for a while, they stood together under the umbrella, holding hands, watching the boiling rain.

[2000sangel]

Hi there! Was wondering if I could have one of the match ups?

♤ my name is Lily, I go by she/her and I'm bisexual!

♡I like to think I'm a fun person, I love all things vintage but I'm also very into computer science and that sort of thing! I'm easy to get along with but have an interesting attitude!

◇If I could, possibly a romantic match-up?

♧I like listening to music, painting and watching horror films!

♤I like most things, it takes lots for me too dislike things!

♡I'm fine being matched with anyone (par Valentino but you already aren't doing him so it's fine!)

◇I don't really have a type, but I tend to go towards males over females!

♧I don't know if it's like a need to know one or not but I am in the army so yeah!

Good day Lily! I love vintage myself, it’s always a pleasure to come across other people who do!

Now, what do you think of rubber ducks? Because I match you with...

Lucifer!

You mentioned that you’re a fun person to be around; well, you’ve seen Lucifer, right? Puns, jokes, silly inventions and a love for junk food, I feel like he wouldn’t mind having around somebody else to have some fun with.

A nostalgic at heart, Lucifer appreciates your love for vintage and reminiscing about past times is a common activity for the two of you. He’ll see you holding the smallest, most inconsiderable trinket from the past and start going on about what it was like, meeting Winners and Sinners from the time it was made in.

He’s also known to be a bit of a hoarder, whatever delights him will be acquired in abundance, so expect him to be just as enthusiastic about what you like as he is about what he likes. He’s going to get you so many presents; vintage things, painting supplies, music discs...you name it!

Lucifer prefers spending time in his castle or in Lu Lu World, so you’re going to have to get quite used to him refusing to go out on most days. After who knows how much time of living like this and ignoring his own duties and kingdom, it’s going to be very hard to convince him to do otherwise, but if you have a strong personality or can somehow persuade him it might be possible. Due to your position, I feel like you could be able to do this.

Expect him to also vent a lot about his frustrations, as he is quite the chatter box in general. He mainly rants about how he wishes he could be closer to Charlie and how much he dislikes Hell and its residents, amongst many other things. Deep down, he hopes that your struggle to dislike things somehow applies to him as well. Not that he considers himself a thing, it’s just that he’s slightly self conscious around the person he loves – you.

But now onto some more fun shenanigans; he might pass his days inventing things, yes, but that doesn’t change the fact that Lucifer is a literal dad who knows near to nothing about computers and computer science. You’re going to be the one explaining every single thing about your passion for it and he’s going to listen very carefully; whether he’ll actually understand what you’re saying though is...arguable.

Do you have a favorite animal? He’s going to make it into a rubber duck. He’s also going to make you a little painter rubber duck, in fact! And turn the characters and actors of your favorite horror movies into rubber ducks as well, then he’ll give them all to you, in hopes that you appreciate his little act of kindness. If in return you paint him something, he’s going to cherish it dearly, and hang it in the hallways of his castle for everyone to see!

Hey again Lily! These are rather short, but I found it quite difficult to write for Lucifer as he’s an extremely complex character to me, if you want more I can try to write something additional :)) That’s it, just a little note!

[limerlove]

nghhhh, is it valentine’s day? bc i’m feeling sick with love. let’s pretend i didn’t say that and im not being a complete and utter cheese ball.

angel, this is so special. so incredibly special. there’s something so special about soft abby in such a domesticated environment you have orchestrated so beautifully. i might actually be sick, butterflies swarming my stomach so bad, not sure if i can handle the rumble. the conviction conveyed here just does something to me deeply. perhaps it’s the selflessness in caring for someone you love when they can’t care for themselves. the simple, everlasting love which can be found there. i love it so deeply, a warm blanket cocooning my icy body. it’s what your fic has done to me i suppose. it’s such a nice feeling and you’ve punched me right in the gut with it. everything blends so seamlessly. connecting from one caring act from the other. let me just drown in this real quick ♡

you were still slumped under the covers and blankets when abby appeared in the bedroom. finally. the messy bun she let you do last night, won’t admit she loved it, but you know, now even more messy. strands of hair stuck to her now sweaty forehead, this is what rushing around to make sure her girl has everything does to her.

ABBBYYYYYYYY HAIR, MESSY BUN, EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU EMIIIIIIIIII. emibear, im smooching your brain so hard the taste of my lipstick is going to sink inside you and you’re gonna feel it in your lips. pretend i’m making sense, i’m sleepy. brrrrrrrr. anays. i love your ideas and you are the abby connoisseur, accept it. you’re just that marvelous. it makes me sick with envy and proud to be apart of your life. ily my little cutie. m’gonna yap some more yeaahshshhssh hehe :')

“it’s my job, yeah? and you always take care of me when i get sick. we take care of each other.” the blonde smiled, holding out yet another item towards you.

oh, it’s joeover. yeah. my heart? done for. this right here, so intimate i must feel overheated at this point. so delicious, warm, and just damn right good. abby would be the type to just do anything to make you feel better not matter the cost to her, if there was one. would so do if happily with a smile. its screams abby and you just did it with complete justice.

“yes, even now. very hot, especially with your blocked nose and wheezy coughs. s’cute when you suddenly sound like a cute duck” your girlfriend winked, disappearing into the bathroom before you could blink. 

THE SILLYNESSSSMSMSJSKSKEK. EEEEEKKKKKKKK. bring silly fics back! i need them! maybe it’s just me but some dialogue is meant to be silly, fun, awkward, or even so painfully shy it can give second hand embarrassment where all we can do is cringe. idk, it’s fun to feel the personal humor through the writer melt into the characters and you just do it so fucking well. it’s no secret you make me giggle all the time but i love it so much when i read it too. you’re such a talent, bright and full of so much light. i love seeing you exhibit in such a beautiful way. just as you are, it makes me feel sick in the best way possible.

you exhibit abby fluff in a way that’s just so close to my heart. giggles, beautiful sweet and caring services of love, omission of love and receiving it back. yeah, you know the way to my heart and i love it.

MWAHMWAHMWAHHHHHHHH AMAZING TALENTED BEAUTIFUL SHOWSTOPPING WONDERFUL ANGELIC ANGEL DISPLAYING THEIR TALENT !!!!!

౨ৎ tender and careful abby who takes care of you to the best of her capabilities when she wakes up one day to find you with hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, constantly sniffling and wiping your nose with an endless stream of tissues, looking at her on the verge of bursting into tears. she knows you hate getting sick. knows that you feel completely useless when you get in that much pain, you can’t move. it takes her over 30 minutes to even get out of bed, each time, when you fall ill. clinging onto her arm, weakly mumbling not to leave into her shoulder, and while she doesn’t want to, she has to, to be able to get everything you need. always leaning down and kissing your forehead, leaving her lips resting against your skin for a couple more seconds, frowning at the obvious rise in temperature on your forehead, blatantly ignoring your whines about her needing to stay away from you for a few days until you get better. simply getting out of bed with a grumbled “you being sick won’t stop me kissing you, now, shut up and wait here” knowing damn well you can’t exactly get up. 

౨ৎ tender and careful abby who spends almost a full hour in the kitchen making you some honey tea and soup, soup that she knows you don’t normally eat when you’re not sick, but will eat gracefully when you are. her body moves quickly as she reaches over the counter and grabs one of the lap trays she bought for you the last time you had gotten sick, and carefully places the bowl of hot soup with the tea gently, not scolding herself in the process. something she does quite a lot. eyeing up the candy drawer, abby looked back over at the bedroom door, back to the drawer, and dropped her head between her shoulders slightly. it wasn’t that you weren’t allowed chocolate, you were and abby knew that. but it always made her feel worse because when you got colds, or sick in general, you couldn’t taste the food, and sweet treats like you could, but regardless, your girlfriend shrugged, opened the drawer and snatched a few bars of chocolate, and a bag of candy before placing them on the tray too. 

you were still slumped under the covers and blankets when abby appeared in the bedroom. finally. the messy bun she let you do last night, won’t admit she loved it, but you know, now even more messy. strands of hair stuck to her now sweaty forehead, this is what rushing around to make sure her girl has everything does to her.

wiggling her eyebrows at you when she makes her way to the side of the bed, places the tray on the nightstand, and carefully places the back of her hand on your forehead, pulling it away instantly when she feels just how high your temperature has gone up since she left. “s’not good baby, we need to bring it down, yeah?” she mumbled, handing you the mug of tea carefully. “drink that, then eat your soup. i brought you some chocolate, and before you say anything, yes i know you can’t taste it when you’re sick, but it’s there in case” abby trailed off, waving her hands everywhere while you simply giggled behind the mug of honey tea.

“thank you, abs. always taking care of me” you whispered, almost like a secret between you both.

“it’s my job, yeah? and you always take care of me when i get sick. we take care of each other.” the blonde smiled, holding out yet another item towards you.

a damp washcloth.

“what’s this for?” you grumbled, looking at the wet cloth like it personally offended you. taking it from her hands carefully, placing it on your forehead nonetheless, and sniffling quietly.

“for your temperature, you’re too hot” abby laughed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“you told me that 3 days ago” 

“well, you’re hotter today because you’re sick”

“so you’re telling me i’m not hot when i’m not sick?”

“baby, love of my life,” abby paused to laugh again and shake her head at you. “you are always hot”

“even now?”

“yes, even now. very hot, especially with your blocked nose and wheezy coughs. s’cute when you suddenly sound like a cute duck” your girlfriend winked, disappearing into the bathroom before you could blink. 

quickly gasping in realization at her choice of words.

“abigail anderson, you did not just refer to my coughing as a duck!” 

“i love you!” she laughed from the bathroom.

“yeah, yeah. i love you too” you couldn’t help but smile.

tender and careful abby always being there to take care of you.

[leejeongz]

Heyyyyy can I request a treasure reaction? Like how they would to the reader being jealous? Or maybe the other way around? Whichever you’re most comfy with!! And if requests are closed no worries feel free to ignore this!!

treasure reaction to you getting jealous

pairing: boyf!treasure x gn!reader

genre: fluff, kinda angsty idk

warnings: silly made up scenarios, jealousy, a lil bit toxic, some don’t have a super fluffy ending lol

a/n: thank u for requesting! i have already done jealous treasure here and here :)

hyunsuk ･:，｡★ﾟ

you lay on your unmade bed, revisiting the moments you noticed hyunsuk laughing and giggling with your friend while you shared your day off with them. hyunsuk found you in your room seeming a little distant and so he decided to ask you what was wrong.

“the way you were f… f…” your mouth was stuck on the letter, wanting to say flirting yet knowing that they were just being friendly, “fraternising with you know who all through the day,” you spluttered out.

he clambered onto the bed, his hand caressing your thigh and he came to a stop, kneeling beside you.

“it wasn’t like that,” he pouted with saddened eyes, “i didn’t realise that’s how it was coming off, i just wanted to seem like we were getting on.” his index finger fidgeted with the stitching on your jeans on the outside of your thigh, his eyes glued to that spot too. “you have nothing to worry about, y/n, i was just being friendly. i love you more than anything, okay?”

“you really mean that?” you pouted in return, sitting up and slightly ducking your head which drew his attention back to you.

he nodded sweetly, “and i’m all yours!”

other members below the cut

jihoon ･:，｡★ﾟ

“should we get out of here?” jihoon’s friend asked. you followed their eyes around the room as she gave every bit of art work a disgusted look. “afternoon tea is for old people, not really our thing, right, jihoon?”

you and your boyfriend exchanged a look, his grip on your thigh tightened, as if to warn you not to bite back at them, they had been having a hard time, but quite frankly you couldn’t care less right now.

“well, i’m just gonna go to the bathroom, maybe jihoon can join me?” jihoon politely smiled along, but the joke most certainly did not earn a laugh from you.

you both waved them off before you started to complain. “what the fuck, why did you even invite them this was supposed to be our date, which you organised might i add, can’t you see they’re obviously in love with you? i wanna go home, jihoon, i’ve already had enough of them.”

“y/n, they’re one of my oldest friends, they were never like this when i knew them, you think i’d be friends with someone like them?” he defended. you knew he wouldn’t associate with such a character, but you still couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

you both eyed them as they returned to your table, bringing a wave of freshly perfume with them.

“this was my idea,” jihoon spoke, their butt not even touching the chair yet, “so i think you’ll find this is very much “my thing”. and if you have a problem with that, you can leave, in fact, you’d be doing us a favour.” his eyes narrowed as he spoke, every word oozing with confidence and protectiveness.

yoshi ･:，｡★ﾟ

“new drink?” you spied the pink coloured beverage in his hand, knowing that was something he’d never ordered before.

“yeah, actually, my friend bought it but they didn’t like it so i basically got a starbucks for free,” he explained, proud of his freebie. “do you want a try?” he extended his arm, the chewed paper straw turned your stomach.

“did you chew the straw like that?” you asked in disgust.

“no,” he looked at it with a similar grimace face but continued to drink from it.

“so you shared a straw with your friend?” your disgusted expression didn’t change as you looked at your boyfriend, “you practically kissed them.”

he pondered on it for a while, knowing that the shows that you watch make a big deal out of this. “i’m sorry, y/n.” his smile faltered a little bit as he shrugged.

hearing his apology and letting it sink in, your eyes flickered from the drink and his lips, was it really that big of a deal?

“no, it’s okay, i’m sorry for getting jealous about something so minor,” you pouted, eyeing the drink once again, “if i get a new, unchewed straw, can i still try it?” you pleaded.

he nodded with a warm smile, excited to introduce you to what could be your new go to order.

junkyu ･:，｡★ﾟ

you didn’t quite catch who the message was from, nor what it said, but you were absolutely 100% sure that you saw a heart emoji pop up on his phone. deciding to not be THAT kind of partner, you resisted the urge to pick up his phone, even though you knew he’d be in the kitchen for a while.

“your phone rang,” you lied upon his return to the sofa. you knew it was the only way you’d get him to check his phone.

he hummed as he stared at the single notification on his screen that was not a missed call, “no it didn’t, it’s just a-”

you cut him off by finishing his sentence “text from the other person you're dating?”

he looked at you in confusion, a smile tugging at his lips as he saw how serious you were.

“what makes you think you’re not everything i’ve ever wanted and more?” he asked. it did make you think, he’d never made you feel like you were anything less, but you couldn’t help but press further about the heart that you’d seen. “you're right it was from my other lover,” he giggled, that quickly turned into a belly laugh, meanwhile your stomach was doing somersaults “y/n, you just got jealous because of fast food.”

he extended the phone out in front of you and you ducked your head to read it against the light. “mcdonald’s rewards…” you pursed your lips, reflecting on your own,,, stupidity. “i’m sorry for accusing you of seeing someone else,” your eyes begged for forgiveness.

mashiho ･:，｡★ﾟ

mashiho’s lips nipped at your neck, straying further and further from the ear he’d been sweet nothings into only seconds before. usually, you’d melt at the affection, but your mind was elsewhere.

“mashi,” he didn’t stop despite you calling his name, instead replying with a light hum. “did you watch the game today?” you asked, even though you knew the answer.

he pulled away, looking up at you before sitting upright. “yeah, you said you didn’t want to so i went with…”

before he could finish, mainly because you didn’t want to hear him say their name, you interrupted him, “i know you did.” you distanced yourself from your boyfriend, dangling your legs over the bed before standing up.

“why are you being like this? you said you didn’t want to go,” his tone turned into more of a whine.

“but did you really have to go with them? you know they have a thing for you.” you replicated his whine, hoping it would help you get your point across more.

mashiho’s feet now playfully swung near to your legs, “love,” he spoke, looking up to you with a smile, “you know, it’s kinda cute when you’re jealous.” you couldn’t help but smile back. “and they absolutely, 100% do not have a thing for me, they brought their partner, and some friends, maybe it just looked like us two because you didn’t recognise them, but i assure you, there’s nothing to be jealous of.” his speech was slightly broken by a few giggles here and there, ones he couldn’t contain as he noticed your adorable smile.

jaehyuk ･:，｡★ﾟ

“there’s a kiss isn’t there?” you pressed, jaehyuk ducking his head and nodding sheepishly, feeling guilty that he’s landed a role in a drama with multiple kiss scenes.

“so what?” you blurted out, “actors kiss all the time, it’s not like there’s feelings involved,” you shrugged reassuring your boyfriend.

“y/n,” jaehyuk started, noting your crossed arms and quickening breathing. “i promise you, you’re the only person in the world that i ever want to kiss!” his hand tickled at your elbow, to which you extended your arm towards him.

he took a small shuffle closer to you as you now wrapped your arms over his shoulders, his hands at your waist.

he got closer, whispering “only you,” before locking his lips with yours.

you got to your tiptoes quickly, leaning into the kiss more before pulling away slowly. his kisses always did something indescribable to you, if you didn’t pull away then, you fear you might still be kissing him two hours later.

“you better not kiss them like that!” you joked.

asahi ･:，｡★ﾟ

asahi tapped your shoulder gently, distracting you from the inflight entertainment. your eyes followed his finger and landed on the passenger in the window seat next to him, whose head was resting on asahi’s shoulder as they slept.

“help me,” he quietly whispered, almost inaudible.

you shrugged and went back to the film you were watching, if you looked any longer you’d have to make use of the travel sickness paper bag.

“y/n, what do i do?” your boyfriend panicked some more.

“i don’t know, maybe wake them up and tell them you’re uncomfortable,” you didn’t avert your eyes, you were mad, but you weren’t sure who to be mad at. “why would they just fall asleep on a stranger, my boyfriend at that, don’t they know that’s really dangerous?” your voice got purposely louder as you spoke, drawing the attention of the row next to you, who then pretended not to listen. “they have the whole side of the plane to lean on, if they were gonna sleep they should have let someone else sit there.”

you glimpsed over to the sleeping passenger on more time, they seemed to be uncomfortable, revving up to turn over. as you opened your mouth to say more, asahi looked away.

“i’m not talking to you whilst you’re being like this,” he acted as though he was searching through the range of movies, stretching out the arm that the other person was sleeping on, which forced them to turn over, “alright?”

yedam ･:，｡★ﾟ

“bang yedam reveals his ideal type and MORE!” of course the title of the article caught your eye. unable to curb your curiosity, you clicked the interview transcript. you stopped in one place, right in the centre of your living room as you read on, which caught your boyfriend's attention.

“listen baby,” yedam’s chin dug into your shoulder after spying you reading his answers. embarrassed, you locked your phone immediately and turned to look at him while taking a few steps back. “i had to say something, right? you know there’s already rumours about me dating, they’ve got those blurry pictures of us,” he chuckled, “i thought if i said something way off that they’d lay off us for a bit,” he admitted, although you never even asked.

“umm okay,” you replied, not wanting to seem too relieved thanks to his reassuring explanation.

“the only reason why you’d read that is because you wanted to know what i said, wasn’t it? you already know everything about me.” you’d failed to notice that your boyfriend had closed the gap you created, his hand finding yours in an instant and swaying it casually. “i could have gone the total opposite and said boring, unattractive and talentless but that would have been a give away i think.” his smile was gentle and sincere, begging you to understsndsand.

“and you promise that’s the reason?” your eyes glistened as they met with his, searching for any tell that he was lying, yet failing to find a trace of anything but the truth.

“babe, i promise.”

doyoung ･:，｡★ﾟ

“so i went in, shook their hand, and a kiss on bath cheeks, obviously-” which is as far as doyoung got in the retelling of the story of when he bumped into your sibling in the street.

“what do you mean “a kiss on either cheek” a handshake would have been just fine, you know?” you asked in a rather angry tone. “you’re not… meeting someone’s grandma.”

the look doyoung gave you was enough to shut anyone up. your brows furrowed as he continued. “they asked if i wanted to get coffee but i had something to do at the company so i said we should do it another time.”

“you wanna go on a date with my sibling?!” you shouted, still trying to process the kisses, to be honest.

“y/n, will you chill for a sec?” his hand soon made a tense fist, “i know they’re you’re family, so no, i don’t want to go on a date with them. i want to grab coffee sometime with you and them because that’s normal,” he explained, “we,” he pointed between the two of you to show you that’s what he meant. “have you had a stressful day or something? i swear you’re never normally this… jealous.”

you pulled your lips to the side of your face, taking a small bit of your cheek between your teeth as you nodded. you wanted to apologise, your eyes spoke for you and his softened, his flat hand now patting the space next to him on the sofa, inviting you there.

haruto ･:，｡★ﾟ

“do paper, they’re obviously gonna do rock,” you said to yourself, watching a video of haruto and a fan at a recent fan meet. you rolled your eyes as you watched your boyfriend change his answer to scissors after seeing their tightly clenched fist.

later that day, you went around to his flat and slumped yourself dramatically onto the beanbag in his room.

“why do you never let me win at games?” you asked, a bit out of the blue for him but you’d been planning to ask for hours.

“what?” he let out a laugh.

“you never let me win,” you pulled out your phone, finding the video you’d saved earlier, “but you let them win.” you pouted your lips which eventually turned into a frown as haruto watched back the clip with a smile, eyes flicking from the screen and to you to see if you were being serious.

“when you pay to see me, i’ll let you win,” he continued to laugh at your unwarranted jealousy, “you really think that because i let them win, they mean more to me than you do, or something?” he raised a brow.

“well no, that’s silly, but,” you started, but he cut you off before you could continue.

“exactly! so either pay up, or get used to losing.”

jeongwoo ･:，｡★ﾟ

“they’re seriously so pretty, i could barely even film the tiktok without going insane,” jeongwoo confessed, filling you in on today’s music bank gossip. “their stylist did the cutest makeup. I think it would suit you, y/n.”

you smiled, exhaling which you hoped would be enough to convince jeongwoo that you were laughing along.

“is something wrong? do you not like them?” jeongwoo asked in a sudden panic that he’d done something wrong. “yeah they’re pretty, but you’re so much prettier, i mean it, y/n, oh god.” he continued to flap about how he’d just been complimenting someone else.

“i’m sure they're lovely,” you smiled to your boyfriend as you handed him back his phone. he took it from your hand and tossed it onto the sofa.

“no, for real, you’re like the prettiest person i’ve ever seen, i can’t get over how beautiful you are.” he pleaded, even clasping his hands together at one point before looking down and realising he looked a little silly.

“they really are pretty though,” you bit a little bit of skin off of your lip, slowly realising that it’s okay for your boyfriend to compliment other people, because at the end of the day, he was still yours. “next time you film a tiktok with that group please invite me, i can’t believe i missed that!”

junghwan ･:，｡★ﾟ

as per usual, you and junghwan were laughing about your days, filling each other in on what you’d missed.

“funny story, there was an actually a member of another group who asked for my number today,” junghwan started another story, which was absolutely NOT funny to you in the slightest.

your face sunk, you had so many questions that you wanted to ask. “really? who?” was the only thing that you could say. you feigned a smile, not wanting to dampen his mood.

“i’m not sure who they are, honesty, nor do i intend on finding out, but it’s just funny, right?” his answer assured you some, but it also gave you more confidence to ask another question.

“so they just came up to you and asked?”

he nodded in response, his enthusiasm not sitting right with you.

“you’re not jealous, are you?” he asked, sensing that the mood had gone sour. when you didn’t respond, confirming his suspicion, he chuckled. “i was really polite with my rejection, i even showed them a picture of us together, the one i have as my wallpaper, they said we were cute,” he giggled, “but in a strained way so i know they’re more jealous of you.”

[brother-genitivi]

So I saw this post and decided to jot down every ambient line I heard during the party in Anderson's apartment. I haven't got any of Ashley's, but I may update when I do a new playthrough. I chose an energetic party. I'm not sure if it changes if I have a more relaxed party.

Also you may notice there aren't any for EDI or Miranda; I could've been silly and not heard it but I didn't notice any ambient dialogue from them. And the lines I do have written down, I may have misheard. In any case, here they are. Enjoy :)

Garrus:

Looks broken, I'm sure Shepard won't notice.

Any chance I get.

Wouldn't you like to know?

Won't be going back to ryncol anytime soon!

Then the hanar says, 'get out before I strangle you!'

*wheezy old man laughter*

Every chance I have.

I told them I was Archangel... end of discussion.

Okay, that did it. Where's my sniper rifle?

Don't make me come over there.

Grunt:

Give me one, too.

I'm hungry. :(

Get the stronger stuff.

HEHEHE.

What's this?

DRINK.

Jack:

You guys, I love you guys. No, listen. No. Really.

The kids? They're kicking ass.

Reminds me of Omega. Good times.

Didn't think I'd see you here. You not dead yet?

Yeah, yeah. Just kiss and get it over with.

Oh, yeah. Work it!

Hell yeah!

Not bad.

Get me two. What? Cause I got two hands, dumbass.

This is dangerously close to actually being a party.

Jacob:

That's what I'm talking about.

Shut up! Haha, seriously?

Here, let me get that for you.

I love you, man.

Cerberus? Ha!

Hang on, wait.

Then he says, 'I was talking to the duck.'

Now this is just the best. I mean, best.

If that's the way you wanna play it, I'm game.

You are NOT serious.

James:

No. No, no, no, no. Noooo!

That is NOT what I mean.

Ha, I love you guys!

I danced at my sister's wedding.

Checking out the waterfall. Who's in?

Javik:

Hah, not if I can help it.

*actually laughing*

The Prothean will rule all of you once more.

You can with four eyes.

Joker:

Back when asari were creepy.

They'll never know what hit them...

Glad you're on our side, man.

Damn, this is good.

Hell yes I'm having another.

I'll let her know you said that!

Kick ass.

Now THIS is shore leave!

Why didn't I think of that?

Kaidan:

Glad you came up for air.

And then she says, 'I was talking to the goat!'

Hah, you're absolutely right.

Forget I said anything...

Own it! Embrace it!

Pizza? Pizza? Hey, you want pizza?

Anyone else?

*dad laughter*

I love you guys!

I-I need another one of these. Anyone else?

Who's humbered? I mean hammered?

I could talk weapon optimisation all night. All night!

Hey, who's starving?

I need another one of these. Anyone else?

Kasumi:

Love it.

*in a bathroom* Occupied!

*materialising on a bed* How many bedrooms does this place have?

*outside the front door* You should really upgrade the security.

Liara:

At least they're clean.

Exactly.

I saw one on Illium.

I'll have one!

You... love it.

If you say so.

Samantha:

What did you think it was?

Look, look, look! He's doing it!

Bottoms up!

Oh, bugger!

Lovely.

Help! My glass is empty!

Okay, I drank.

Ohoho, I'm going to remember that.

What was that? It was good.

Quantum entaaaanng... god, I'm drunk.

Samara:

Yes, I will have some of that.

I was saying how good it is to see everyone.

You're hilarious.

Please, I've asked you to step back.

Steve:

This is unexpected... and fun.

No, he's like a brother to me!

You got it!

Good to see you.

Whoa... did this apartment just bank hard to starboard?

I do, I mean it!

Oh, come on!

I'm gonna feel this in the morning!

What the hell? Why not?

*old man laughter*

Now that's a tasty shot!

You could roast a whole pig in that fireplace.

Tali:

What? You're crazy.

*witch cackling*

WOOOO!

I'm going to regret this later.

Wrex:

Don't stop on my account!

Krogan sex. Best in the galaxy! Just saying.

If I took that the wrong way, it's your fault.

That tickles.

*dad laughter*

Come closer and say that.

I ought to SMASH you.

To Tuchanka!

Shut up and punch me! Harder!

Zaeed:

I've had fifteen. How about you?

Now, you, I like.

GUDDAMN!

I'm not as old as I look.

Oh, shut it!

Come here and say that.

Hey, sweetheart.

I said, you're beautiful.

[a-spacecadet]

So I read the junior novelization of BiA and just some thoughts I had…

First of all very interesting to see all the deleted scenes in this book, I know that a lot of BiA media is wildly inconsistent because of late script rewrites (I believe this was the reason but correct me if I’m wrong, I do know however that Joe Dante struggled with retaining his original creative vision).

I really love this one scene that I had never seen or heard before when DJ reminds Daffy that despite his wishes to be a James Bond-like action hero, Daffy’s just a duck while he’s a real man with “opposable thumbs” (weird flex DJ but okay). This prompts Daffy to respond “yeah but can you do this?” hitting himself with a mallet that splits him into tiny daffys who woo-hoo manically and then reform into regular Daffy. Idk just thought that would be visually funny to see animated.

I also LOVE this one silly scene when Daffy sees one of those ridiculous hip-hop t-shirts with him on it and wants to buy it. I feel like that is funnier then the fun but cringey rap scene in space jam 2, and feels more self-aware.

Then there’s these additions the book adds like…“the handsome security guard” like geez I know everyone loves Brendan Fraser but that felt weird to read lol but maybe that’s just me

Also I laughed reading the first lines of the book

Like someone really loved alliteration omg…but even still it sounds so angsty for freaking looney tunes lmao

I was kinda sad it skimmed over little parts I liked in the movie (i.e. subtle baffy moments). I do like that one deleted scene when Bugs and Daffy are making fun of DJ and Kate about being in love, and they are mocking them together. Idk if actual baffy moment but still cute.

Ugh I forgot how much I hate Kate…she’s painfully unfunny in the movie and even more so here. She quite literally vocalizes her thoughts in the most banal way and has zero subtlety. -10/10 character tbh Idk if that’s purposeful since she is supposed to represent the out-of-touch wb exec and is only concerned with 🤑🤑 but…still.

Oh another scene I forgot is when Kate mentions disparagingly that Daffy’s fan base consists of “fat guys in basements” I literally thought of Ferris Wheelhouse—I’m so sorry 😅. I also appreciate the little anecdote that Daffy is still thankful for his small fanbase when he makes sure that Kate counted “Henry too” (I think that was the guys name) I somehow found that actually kind of sweet.

I also thought this line was SUPER interesting and perhaps a tad bit insightful

First of all “trying to sound sincere” for his sake? For Daffy’s sake? Maybe Bugs is so known for his sarcasm that his sincerity is still taken as being ingenuine. If so that’s REALLY interesting to me. Also the fact he practiced that speech? 👀👀 Does this means Bugs typically rehearses everything he says? Kind of like what people with social anxiety do? Has he built up such a image for himself that he feels he has to keep up with that image? OR is this just because admitting he needs Daffy is a hard thing for him to say? Does his pride disallow him from encouraging Daffy so he needs to literally practice saying “I need you” when push comes to shove? Aaah anyway this was really cool to see. Also Daffy not buying it for a minute is also telling. 👀👀

Continuing on that thought, wouldn’t it be really sad if Bugs and Daffy couldn’t grow in their relationship with each other because of this very reason? Bugs could deep down really care about Daffy (which tbh in canon I really think he does) but Daffy will never realize this because of the walls he’s built to protect himself from being mocked or tricked by Bugs. LIKE AAAAHHH

tl;dr Interesting and cool read but it was just okay overall

[deathrcll]

he blinked — hand still hovering over where the device had been sitting on the counter, the easy peace between them making it hard for mind to catch up on exactly what'd happened. the intention of just passing it over once he'd finished stocking the rewards from their shopping trip ; perhaps that'd tripped him up. the easy domesticity between them so he'd thought it fine to hand it over but riven's reaction wasn't that unusual. a lot of people didn't like it when people went near their phones, regardless of what the intentions were. it wasn't enough to send warning bells, but to realize that there was still a distance between them that bren tried to brush off with a shrug. ‘ my bad. i was just going to give it to you while i grabbed the fruit, ’ replies with what he hopes is a casual tone as he does just that. moves back to the other side of the kitchen island to pick up the bag that held the fruits and vegetables that needed to be put in the crisper, but pauses. thrown off again, this time at the mention of his brother, yet bren didn't know why. he'd known why riven had all but disappeared and been content to give him his space, despite also wanting to fix something that no one could. his fingers twitched for a second before he gave into the urge to place a hand on riven's shoulder blade to offer a gentle comfort that he didn't know if the other needed or not, but made him feel better. ‘ that's cause i'm the shit. ’ a cheeky grin that he didn't really feel as he patted his back once before turning back to the task at hand.

‘ don't hate on my duck, it's going to be cute. i'd look silly if i had serious stuff like you do, ’ he declared as the different produce finally got put into their proper places on the shelves, then plopping down onto a bar stool to keep himself out of the way while riven cooked and away from trying to steal a bite. ‘ plus, i think it'd look cute next to my shooting stars. ’ hues went to his arm as he turned it this way and that, visualizing the place so that he'd be able to point it out on his own skin whenever it was time to be serious about it, his rambling more for his own sake than riven's to ease the tension. ‘ oh, they're good ! yeah, mom and dad moved a couple years ago. said they got tired of being here and wanted to move some place warmer so they went south to a retirement community and i think they're enjoying it. wish they'd come back, but ... ’ trails off with a shrug. it'd taken him longer than he wanted to admit that not having them around had made him, seflishly, upset as if they didn't have a right to their own lives. he and mason had been fully adults, cemented in their respective careers before they'd moved to start another phase but he still hated that he couldn't walk into their home and smell the mix of home and something cooking, hear his father turning the pages of the newspaper he refused to get online for the nostalgia of it all. ‘ i get upset sometimes that they left cause sometimes i get lonely, but they come back for holidays and we go there. it helps, ’ he confessed, staring down at his twiddling thumbs before looking back up.

‘ mason helps and is still here. we adopted someone into the family. they didn't really have anyone else either and they come around a lot. their name is makiah and she does tattoos too ! i think that you'd like them. you're a little similar, actually. ’ standoffish with others, an unflappable attitude, loner but a great person to have in your corner. admirable, passionate ... it took him a second to realize that his thoughts had centered onto riven rather than the commonalities between him and their adoptive sister and a blush spread that he hoped riven wouldn't turn around and be able to pick up on. ‘ i see some people from the neighborhood when they come to the bakery, but i ... well. ’ he can't help the little chuckle, next words coming cautiously slow. ‘ your brother told me i should stop hanging around and i listened to him. ’ after the fact, but that didn't need to be said.    

Walking portfolio's one way of putting it. "Well, yeah. But you don't wanna go around lookin' like me, do you?" It's said with a cheeky little grin (or as much of one as his comfortably neutral features ever allowed---------- more so in Bren's presence,) tongue dragging lazily over his lower lip. ...Until Bren's professing his utmost desire for a duck tattoo, promptly crashing all of Riven's thoughts together as they fumbled to try and construct the mental image. A duck... for Bren? ...Gotta be a joke, right? Eyes obscured by the dark lenses quickly flicker down to the spot on his arm where Bren's finger had touched, brows tugging closer. With a brief shake of his head, Riven then huffs out a breath that just manages to smother a lowly chuckle rising from the base of his chest. It's almost unbearable, almost frustrating how Bren is not only the closest thing Riven has to a best friend but also, apparently, exactly his type. Cute. Playful. Effortlessly easy to talk to. The kind of person who makes his life lighter just by being in it.

And, fuck, that's a problem.

There was a distinct knee-jerk reaction to tell Brendan that he didn't want his money, but if they started down that road, they'd be stuck bickering in the market till closing time. For the sake of time, and the harsh reminder that he doesn't really want to be seen outside today, he bites his tongue at Bren's request to stop being difficult and goes on about their impromptu shopping trip. Once they're back at Bren's, he's back down to his usual lounge-about wear: nothing but a pair of slung low sweats and some silver chains around the neck, hair still a bit tousled from the lack of gel, eyes a bit tired, thoughtful, not as wired as they were last night. The relaxed, almost meditative pace of preparing croissant sandwiches in the kitchen was a welcome reprieve, made even better by the gentle noise of Bren restocking the pantry behind him. As he carefully layered the brie, warm chicken, and crispy bacon onto the sandwiches, Riven was about to slide them into the skillet when his phone began vibrating on the counter--------- unexpected, because he'd sworn it'd turned it off last night after he'd forgotten his charger.

"It's fine, I got it-------" Riven's words snapped out before he could think better of it, but when seeing Bren near his phone, something inside of him went cold, body acting before his mind could catch up. A darkly tattooed hand shot out, grabbing it away from Bren, pulse quickening in a rush of panic. It wasn't safe for Bren to be answering his calls-------- something about the thought made his skin prickle. But then he saw the unknown number flashing across the screen, a simple annoyance, and he silenced it with an eye roll, shoving the phone into his pocket without another thought. However, as he turned to face Bren, those wide, warm brown eyes locked onto his... eyes that felt like they were digging up every buried secret and unholy sin. Just one glance, and Riven felt like he was drowning in them, wanting to confess everything. And yet, he wouldn't, couldn't, even though it was hard not to wonder why it felt so right to let Bren in... despite knowing it was completely wrong. "Uh... since I came back home, everyone I cut off keeps calling. Probably just to talk about my brother, but I don't get into that shit," he explained in rasped, quietly intense tones. "No one else is as... cool to be around as you, so I really don't wanna be bothered. Even with your little duck tattoo." A teasing smirk tugged at his lips, an attempt at masking several warring feelings and thoughts at once. He looked away then, turning back to the sandwiches as an excuse to distance himself, but his mind was still trapped in those big brown eyes. "How's your family? Everything good with them?" Unfortunately, he hadn't been there for Bren through so much, especially during his transition, and there was something protective inside him that needed to know------- needed to be a part of Bren's life in some deeper way, even if only for a short while.

[sweetsbfreex]

a styles vacation to Hawaii

Summary: a little continuation of this family. The styles take a vacation to Hawaii with mild bumps in the road. 

a/n: no warnings, but harry is not famous in this. I’ve never been to Hawaii and do not much of the hawaiian attire/culture, i just did research and put what i found. If there’s any misconceptions or if i’ve offended anyone by accident pls lmk!

Pairings: Dad, Husband!Harry

“Honey, you have to let go so we’re not late for the plane” Harry grunts, trying to stealthily pull Ava away from her hold on Milo. 

“No! We can’t leave Mimi” she cries out, cuddling her face into the pup’s fur even more. 

“Mimi has to stay with nan, honey” From his tone you can tell he’s losing patience.

It’s a definite eyesore. The whole situation takes place on your mother's porch. You were all meant to say your goodbyes before the three of you–– no Milo–– go off on a small vacation to Hawaii. 

Ava is holding on to the australian shepherd, not letting up one bit. You would think she glued herself onto him without anyone knowing, with how she latched on.

Milo in front of your mother's feet, enjoying what he thinks is a hug it seems. Only letting out long whines when Ava's sobs get out of control.

Harry is standing behind Ava, bent at the wait trying to pry her off her best friend.

You're crouched beside her, a hand on her back, trying to convince her to let go.

Ava's poor grandmother stands in the doorway. A look of agony on her face as she watches it all go down.

The–– now three year old–– has been throwing a hissy fit in the car, holding onto Milo's paw. Ever since Harry informed her how they were going to her nan's house to drop off Milo and then hurry to the plane. She saw the news like a terrible taste in her mouth, while she stared at you both in the rearview mirror eyes widened. 

You know how much the two love each other, but you didn't expect her to throw a fit like this.

“Ava I know you’re upset but, you gotta let go honey so Mimi can have fun with grandma. Don’t you want to go on the airplane, hm? Weren’t you excited about it?” You ask her, beginning to unclasp one hand and go for the other, trying to bring into your arms.

But with quickness, she remembered the only way she would be able to go on this vacation. Without Milo, she wraps her arms around Milo again. 

“Baby, Milo has to stay. Dog’s aren’t allowed in Hawaii” At this moment, Harry is willing to try anything.

“They’re not?” she asks, tilting her head back a little to see her father’s face. 

“Nope, Milo won’t have fun there. He’ll have more fun with Nana” he tells her, bringing his thumbs down to wipe away the tears. 

“...I wanna stay with Mimi!” 

Milo doesn’t eject this idea, letting his chin rest on her small shoulder. You and Harry huff in frustration, glancing at each other. Your mother...well she’s had enough of whatever foolishness you and H are pulling right now. 

“Okay enough of this” your mother starts, gaining everyone’s attention. “Ava, honeybee, Tell Milo and your grandma see you later and let go of him so you can have fun on your trip with your parents.” She says this with a stern, yet loving tone. Down to business and nothing else. 

“Yes nana” she mumbles, placing a few kisses to Milo’s cheek and glides to your mom. 

You and Harry look at each other in an instant, eyes wide at the way your mother fixed the problem in less than a minute. A mutual look of what the fuck, as in the what the fuck were you possibly doing wrong. 

“Thanks mum.” Harry says sheepish, looking at the calming little one swaying in your mother’s arms.  

“Yeah thanks mom” you say, standing up straight.

“No problem, Now get going, before she fusses again”

You all exchange your see you laters. Ava has yet another sweet moment with Milo. While Harry tells her she won't be staying in Hawaii forever and Milo won't stay with Nana forever. As you're driving away you all wave at the two, Ava yelling to Milo.

“Bye Mimi! See you soon! Don’t chase a squirrel when I’m gone!” She yells out the window, her arm waving in the wind. 

You and Harry share a chuckle. Despite what she may think, Milo has never chased a squirrel in his life. She's watched it once on a cartoon and it somehow filled her heard with the imaginary scenario. 

When both her grandmother and bestfriend are out of sight, she turns her head to the other window. A solemn look on her face, looking out the window like the Kermit the Frog meme. 

You play the Frozen 2 soundtrack for the less pouty girl behind you. But when you don't hear the shrill sound of her singing, you look behind you to see an upset look upon her cherub face. 

Her bottom lip is juts out, her hands fisted and arms crossed. 

“You okay?” you ask her, turning in your seat to cradle her knee. 

She’s dressed cutesy in a matching sweat set and a cute beanie rested over her plaits. 

“No. I’m upset and I wanna yell” she looks at you, resting her case, before she turns her head back to its original spot. 

Harry peeks at the interaction through the rear view mirror; an eyebrow quirked. One hand on the wheel while the other takes its natural spot in your lap, your fingers tangled with his. 

“Why are you upset?” you ask. 

“Because…” she groans, trying to figure out her ‘big feelings’. “You left Mimi and now he’ll hate me” 

“He won’t hate you, you’re his favorite person” 

“You guys don’t love me either!” She whines, glaring out the window. Wigging in her spot, causing your hand to fall from her knee. 

“That’s not true! We love you” you exclaim, in a loving manner. 

“Then get Mimi” 

“Mimi is staying with grandma Ava, enough.” Harry’s voice catches her attention immediately. “ It's okay to be upset but Hawaii doesn’t accept dogs, remember?” 

She only huffs, dropping her hands from her chest. 

“Can you play the when I am older song, please mommy?” she almost whispers.

You accept her request, turning so you’re seated right. Playing the song and hearing her sing eases your glazed stare a bit. Releasing a breath and closing your eyes as you rest your head against the window adds a bit to your release. 

Harry raises the entangled hands away from your lap, placing an adored kiss to the back of your hand. Sending a quick questioning look your way. 

“I’m fine” you send back, in a smile. No mother wants to hear those words.

He can’t do much with him driving and with Ava in the car. So he places a kiss to the back of your hand once more, and extends his hand so he caresses the back of your neck. 

“You’re doing a great job, stop being so hard on yourself” he encourages.

If your mom was here she’d give you a tip or two on how you and Harry are too soft on Ava. You couldn’t help leaving all the disciplining to Harry, you probably were definitely too soft on her at times.  

-

Through all the pouting, belting of kid songs, and Harry's annoying jokes and teasing. Five hours later you've made it to the resort. 

At the moment, Harry was checking you both in while you and Ava looked around the gift shop. When you feel someone’s arm come around your shoulder, you jump. But the feeling of his cold rings and brings you down. 

“Scared me, don’t do that” a breath of relief follows as you tilt your head back onto his shoulder. He gets the memo immediately, leaning down for a peck to the lips. 

“Made a friend in the lobby.” He tells you like nothing. Eyes shifting at his little girl looking through the stuffed animals and keychains.  

“Are you okay?” you ask in disbelief. 

“What?” he laughs, one eyebrow perched.

“Like in the head”

“I’m not following…”

“Why are you so good at making friends with strangers this easily? Seriously.” 

He laughs you off like it’s nothing, but it’s uncomic. You wish you could blame it on being shy, but compared to Harry it was not that easy for you to chat up strangers enough that you become acquaintances. 

Your husband could make friends with a duck if he wanted to. Everywhere you went. Whether in the ice cream shop a few miles away at home or the park where you took Ava all the time .He was always chatting with someone, in the end pulling you in. 

He only laughs it off, beyond doubt enjoying the look on your face. “We agreed to save each other a seat at the Luau tonight, for whoever gets there first. Talked to the husband actually, but you’ll see”

“You’re insane” you tease him.

“Can I have this?” A teal, stuffed sea turtle is thrusts in the direction of you and Harry. 

“How do we ask nicely” you say. 

“Can I get this?” she smiles, a smile so sweet, your tooth hurts from looking at it. She’s the most adorable thing and knows exactly how to use it to her advantage. 

“My sweet little baby.” Harry crooned, advancing to her, lifting her into his tattooed arms. Placing a series of kisses to her plump cheeks. She giggles, never wanting the affection to stop. “You can have it,” he tells her. “Let’s go to the till.”

“Harry you didn’t even check the price” you chimed in. 

“Shh. We’re having a moment” he acknowledged. He outstretches his arm, so his palm meets your face gently. You laugh into it, before you smack his wrist away, then placing a light kiss to his wrist when he whines.  

-

It’s some hours later. You’re all getting ready for the hotel’s hosted dinner/Luau tonight. The three of you took a two and a half hour nap. 

You were touching up your light makeup while Harry got Ava ready. He lost two rounds of rock-paper-scissors and now must deal with the havoc that is dressing Ava. 

“Baby, get the trousers mommy picked out for you” you Harey him tell Ava. 

“Trousers?” She says the word with confusion, “Don’t have trousers babe? That’s a silly word.” 

Then you hear the raspy laugh of Harry. 

“Your pants, get your pants and your top too” 

Not even a minute later do you hear Harry asking her to stop wiggling around. 

Harry walks in the bathroom, a giggling Ava sat on his hip. 

Harry adores a very laid back...dad look you could say. The back of the white wife beater he’s wearing get’s covered by a black button up shirt with flamingos patterned all over it. He’s also wearing  a pair of shorts and his favorite vans. 

Ava’s tucked into a set. a cami top with matching flared pants and sunflowers ornamented the black fabric. 

“Oooh look at mumma, beautiful huh?” he asks Ava, extending one hand towards you, once you clasp your hands in his, he spins you letting his eyes sink in.

“Yeah!”

“Thank you both” you smile as Harry tugs you in for a swift kiss. 

You had picked out an angelic, ivory crochet set. The top you’re wearing shows off your midriff and the long, flowy skirt matches with beautiful lace detailing. 

You turn to Ava to give her a kiss on her cheek. “You look so handsome.” you tell Harry, letting your hand run through his hair. “And you look so adorable, you like your outfit?” taking her from Harry’s hands. 

“Yeah, I like the flowers–– Can I have some too?” she points to the plethora of makeup products spread over the bathroom counter. 

Looking over at Harry for his confirmation, he nods. You take the brush running it over the blush, before brushing it over her chubby cheeks and her nose.

“Tickles,” she laughs, pushing your hand away. 

“Are you ladies ready to go?” 

-

“Wow! Look the fires!” She points at the lines of tiki torches submerged into the sand, jumping as she sits on your hip. 

The layout is stunning. There’s a stage for the performance, round tables spread out everywhere across the beach, and a buffet in the back. 

Most of the tables are already filled, albeit the show was to start in like twenty minutes. 

“There they are, over there” Harry indicated, his hand waving back at a family of four. 

With Harry’s hand settled on your back, he weaved the three of you to the table. 

“Hey Shawn.” Harry greeted, their hands clasped together as they brought each other in, clapping each other on the back. 

Shawn was a tall man, a few inches taller than Harry, and very built. He had amazing brown skin, clear like a mirror, and was bald––which he pulled off effortlessly. 

“This is my wife, y/n and my daughter Ava” he smiled at the two of you, while you shook hands with Shawn and asked Ava to say a hello. Which she did, like bursting a ball of energy as put her hands out for a handshake like she watched her parents do. It caused a laugh out of everyone. She didn’t know why they were laughing at her, but she enjoyed the attention. 

“This is my wife Avni” you hugged, as close as you could, with a petite, expecting Indian woman. She was radiant as she smiled at you and Harry. “These are my kids Grey and Aster” you shook hands with them both. 

Grey looked about Ava’s age, bouncy coils moving as he bobbed up and down in his seat. His sister, who looked in her tweens, sported the same hair texture. Aster more silent of the two sent her greetings kindly. 

“And the third is still cooking in here” he laughed, setting his hands down on Avni’s early protruding belly. 

With that joke, you understand exactly how the two of them got to know each other, as Harry joined in with his laugh. The wives chuckled amongst themselves. 

“How far along are you?” you solicited.

“Three and a half months” Avni smiled proudly, rubbing both hands around her belly. 

You cooed, “It’s amazing, you’re literally glowing. You're making me miss being pregnant” you joke. 

“Okay! Enough of that. One little devil is enough.” Harry tickles your side, as a result you jab his side with your elbow gently, as he grins down at you. “We’re gonna go get some food,” he informs the couple.

-

Now everyone’s sitting around the table anticipating for the show to start. Conversation running pretty smoothly. The four of you were even able to make a few plans for the week you are here for. You had gotten a high chair for Ava to sit and eat in, but she wasn’t having it. Failing around while reaching for you.

 In result, she’s now sitting in your lap, bouncing side to side. Munching on her French fries, chicken, and sipping on her pineapple juice. 

“Taste good?” Harry asks his toddler. 

“Mhm” she hums, shoving her thumb into his face. 

“I can tell” he chuckles, extending a napkin to wipe her face clean. 

You tilt your head down closer to hers, to see sauce around her mouth, some of it on her cheek even. 

“Daddy.”

“Hm, baby?”

“Mimi would like this, he loves the chicken mommy gives me” 

“You give Mimi your chicken?”

“No”

You both laugh it off, not seeing the point in correcting her. 

“Who’s Mimi”

“Mimi is our dog, he's big and he can talk!” Ava answered, her voice ringing with excitement. 

“Dog’s can’t talk!” The high-pitched voice of Grey argued, eye brows pitched together. 

“That’s a fib, Mimi talks to me all the time!” she defended. 

Thankfully,  the show was beginning, two young women and four young men came out on stage. Dressed in their traditional Hula attire. 

You and Avni shared a grateful smile, knowing neither of you would know how to suppress their little spiff. 

The dance is mesmerizing and it was nice with the sun almost setting as a background. Light hues of orange shaded the sea as the night took over the rest.  Everyone watched in awh, clapping when it was appropriate. The women’s skirt flowed amongst the air like water.  

Harry’s arm propps on the back of your chair. During the performance you feel his fingers run against the back of your neck. 

You turn your head towards, trying not to disturb the entranced little girl on your lap. “What?” you mouth. 

“It’s beautiful” he whispers to you. 

“I know” you tell him, smiling when he rolls his eyes at you. 

At some point in the show, the original dancers plus a few more stepped off the stage. An array of Lei’s on their arms, watching as they put Leis around their chosen person’s neck. During this time a woman walks behind Harry, setting one around his neck. 

You laugh at the shocked look on his face and the way he fixes his posture. She places a grip onto his arm, making him stand up so she could guide her to the rest of the others. Avni gets chosen too. 

The smile on your face makes your face hurt as you watch Harry “dance” up there. The man definitely didn’t have the bet rhythm but he’s having fun and you loved that. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!...” Ava cheered on her father, clapping her hands. Harry looks towards her, waving. She gets even more excited chanting his title louder. 

She's Not interrupting anything, you’re surprised he heard her in the first place. But also not, she always knew how to project her voice when needed. 

A little over a minute goes by when Ava raises her hand and keeps it up there until you’re able to flag down someone for a lei, which you both get. The both of you walk up to Harry and you set Ava on the ground. 

A slight circle forms as you three hold hands together. Just swaying. Sometimes letting go because Harry wanted to spin the two of you. It’s a beautiful image, you're sure. All the glee you could hold in your body transpires in the way you danced with them. 

When you’re walking back to your hotel room, your arms are hooked with Harry’s and your head rests on his shoulder. An almost asleep Ava in his arm. He stops to bring his free hand around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Thank you for giving me this, I love you” he whispers against your lips. 

-

Last night, after the dinner and the Hula, Ava had facetimed Nana. To be honest, she had wanted to say a goodnight to Milo, but talking to her grandmother was always a plus. She was still dressed in her outfit, you and Harry getting ready for the night, so you could then focus on her. 

She sat up against the headboard, Your giant phone–– compared to her hands–– held in her tiny ones.  You were looking through her duffle bag for her pyjamas when you heard…

“Look Mimi, I saved you chicken”, her small teeth bared, holding up a piece of her chicken from dinner. Your phone is now being propped up against a pillow. 

You looked up to watch her pull a piece of chicken from her...pant pocket. 

That was the point you reavulated yourself as a parent and had to think about what kind of kid you and Harry were possibly raising. 

“Harry!” you called for him.

He walked out, an eyebrow quirked.

“Look.” you hiss, voice low.

‘God…’ Harry thinks. “Where’d she get that chicken from?” he asks, running his towel over his hair. 

“Her pocket! Why are you so casual about this?”

“Angel...you had a baby with me, what’d you expect?” he questions, seriously questions you this.

“You’re fixing it then, Mr. mini-me”

-

Presently, you’re all at the beach. Three towels and three umbrellas lay in/on the sand. You’ve rubbed sunscreen on Ava twice now and have had to remind Harry three times. After last time there was no way you’d be rubbing aloe vera on him all night. 

“Baby you’re dripping it.” You sigh, reaching over to wipe her chin of the chocolate ice cream she was eating, from a cup you might add. “Do you want me to feed it to you?”

“No, thank you” she replies, kicking her feet out. 

You’ve all swam a bit, but now are on a mini break from the water and saw they were selling ice cream close by. 

It’s pretty quiet between the three of you, too busy enjoying your treat. 

She gasps, “Daddy you’re a fibber” Ava says indifferently, slurping even more of her ice cream from her spoon.

He guffaws, caught off guard from her statement. He shifts towards the two of you. The way the wind blows his hair and the sun makes the green in his eyes even brighter catches you off guard–– the sight of his abs doesn’t hurt either. 

You also knew it wouldn’t be long until his hair gained some highlights and his freckles would be more prompt. You couldn’t wait.

“How’m I a fibber, messy?” squinting down at her.

“Look!”she points, “There’s a puppy right there” 

There is, you turn your eyes to where her fingers point to see a woman walking a black Dachshund.

Harry turns his head towards him, a sad look on his face. “You’re right baby. I’m a fibber. I’m sorry”

Ava hurls from her seat to latch her arms around his neck, “It’s okay daddy, now Mimi can come next time” she tells him.

If there’s one thing about Ava, it’s how much she hates sadness. Unless it’s from her. Then it’s perfectly okay. She hates sadness so much, she particularly had a dislike for the character from Inside out. Until you had to explain to her how sadness is something that is okay and needed from time to time, Like in the movie.

After her round of affection towards Harry, she emplaces herself into his lap.

“Daddy. Mommy.”

You both hum an answer. 

“It looks like a hot dog” she eyes the dog while it trots down the sand. 

“It does huh?” Harry answers, brushing her flyaways back. All while you laugh into your palm.

Your hands feel tingly when you wrap it around Harry’s neck, pulling him into you. His head lays against your shoulder. 

Definitely a vacation to remember and cherish.

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