#jamie is a sweet little nugget

[navybrat817]

Will Sam get revenge on Jamie for breaking Redwing? 😂

*le gasp* Nonnie! Sam taking revenge on sweet little Jamie for accidentally breaking Redwing? Bucky wouldn't allow it and Sam would never go after your sweet little boy.

Now Bucky?

Well, that's a different story. 😉

Love and thanks! ❤️

[the-gateway-to-madness]

Jack Frost Headcanons

Jack likes strong flavors, be they spicy, sweet, or savory. He likes mild stuff too- point is he'll try any food, pretty much.

Jack has good coordination and steady hands, and as such is very gentle when he handles most objects (and animals, and people).

Jack is a Ravenclaw with ADHD: he's not ambitious or trying to join the Guardians, who are powerful and well-known. His fighting style is more about maneuvering and strategizing than guts or power (unless you really upset him like when Sandy died). The being-easily-bored and good sense of humor would indicate intelligence as well.

Jack has a great sense of rhythm but dances like a dork on purpose.

Jack is a night owl.

Jack creates a proper hideaway for himself in Burgess after the movie. Something about the forming and confirmation of his identity in the movie makes me think he'd be ready to make a nice little home or even just a safe spot afterwards.

Jack's main love language is quality time, North's is words of affirmation, Bunny's is acts of service, Tooth's is gifts, and Sandy's is physical touch. Yes, I know North seems like he should be the gifts type, and he definitely does gifts like no one else- but he comforts Jack by talking with him, and Tooth tries to comfort Sophie with a (horrendous) gift.

Jack never yells during arguments. He's seen what it does to people who've been abused, watched kids and lovers be hurt and tried to stop it- so he refuses to even risk scaring anyone that way. Even before becoming a Guardian, Jack would never raise his voice in a fight- at the very least, never face-to-face.

Jack has a handful of scars, mostly from dumb accidents or crash-landings. He refuses to tell the stories. Everyone assumes they're horrible and traumatic, but in reality, Jack was just terrible at paying attention to stuff when he first started out as a spirit.

Emotions like anger, embarrassment, or attraction raise Jack's body temperature just enough for his blood to thaw and his heartbeat to get going. It startles him every single time.

Jack is fascinated by folklore and mythology and studied them extensively to try to track down other spirits to befriend, with little success.

Jack played at least one instrument in his past life (his hands would be suited to violin or piano, especially) and instrumental music still calms and focuses him.

Jack was a farmer in his past life and still has lean, strong muscle hidden under his hoodie. He could absolutely win an arm wrestle with Bunny.

Jack is a little insecure about his Adam's apple.

Jack's powers are stronger at night due to the lack of apricity.

Unlike the animosity that a lot of the fandom portrays Jack having with other potential seasonal spirits, I think he's buddies with the other seasons, they just don't see each other much due to minimal domain overlap. The spirit of autumn is his favorite, but he's very protective of spring (mirroring the fact spring relies on winter to nourish the earth). The other seasons all treat him like their baby brother.

Jack dips french fries in Wendy's frosties unironically. He probably dips their chicken nuggets in the frosties too.

Sophie made Jack watch gen 4 My Little Pony with her and he didn't think the songs were half bad. He would never admit this to Jamie or anybody else in a thousand years.

Jack thinks birds are cool.

Cats see Jack more often than dogs. He doesn't know why, but he's willing to pet most things that move.

Stay tuned for what will probably be a lot more of these-

[abubblingcandle]

I’m so excited for Dutch Sky Blues. I want to hoard every little snippet you post like a goblin. I find Jan/Jamie so compelling and I’m just so so so curious and excited to see how you write them. I love the outside povs too. I know you just posted a snippet so maybe it’s too soon so ask for another one but 🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹

Aww thank you love. It's been a fic that is taking a while but we're probably about two thirds done?? so hopefully won't be too long. It's a lot of fun to write.

Here's a little snippet for you!

“Thanks. Do you have many Dutch things at your bakery?” Sam asks. He’s not one to turn down an olive branch when it has been offered. Baby steps. That seemed to be the exact right thing to say as it set Jamie off rambling about all the family recipes that Jan’s aunts had shared with him and how he had put his own little twists on some of them as well. Sam just let the conversation wash over him, inserting the relevant hums and nods when Jamie paused. He took the time to just watch. There was the nugget in his chest that still thought all of this could be a lie. This could all be a con, but if it was a con what did Jamie have to gain. Jamie didn’t even want the greyhounds to know he was still alive, a lot of effort had been put in to make sure the greyhounds wouldn’t know. So what would be the aim of Jamie’s manipulation if that was the case. What did he have to gain from being Jan Maas’ secret partner? Nothing, there was no benefit to it for Jamie Tartt. Sam just couldn’t wrap his head around it. Every so often, Jamie looked like he was about to run out of steam and then Jan would smile softly at him, say a couple of words and he would set off again. It was sweet sickeningly so.

[player1064]

drabble request from @mruns:

Jamie getting upset that Gary hasn't displayed the snowglobe he got him anywhere (and Gary hoarding it away with all his other Jamie Treasures)

this somehow ended up.... a thousand words long??? and tooth-rottingly sweet, I'm afraid... enjoy!

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When they finish filming the Christmas special, someone suggests they keep the snow globe on set. Gary, after some grumblings about tacky nonsense messing up his classy interior design, sticks it on one of the shelves behind the bar and that’s where it sits throughout the whole next recording.

The week after, though, it’s gone without a word.

It’s not such a big deal, really: Gary’s fussy about everything looking just right for his show, so Jamie figures he’ll stick it somewhere that he’s not as particular about. His dressing room at Sky, maybe. That’s full of tat – ugly little bobble heads and the like.

Except, the next time Gary’s on Monday Night Football, Jamie comes up with an excuse to barge into his dressing room uninvited, and it’s not there either.

There’s a brief moment where he wonders if Gary’s thrown it out, but he quickly dismisses the thought. Gary doesn’t throw anything out, keeps things neatly packed away in his giant basement, just in case. He hadn’t even thrown out that stupid Baby Spice t-shirt, makes a point to wear it to bed when Jamie’s round just because he know it makes him laugh.

It’s stupid, really. Jamie knows it’s got to be somewhere, even if it’s just gathering dust in storage. Gary has a million different offices for his million different businesses, it could be in any one of those. It’s not a big deal. But it’s a niggle, one he can’t quite shake off once it’s gotten stuck in his head.

So, when one day he gets to Gary’s house before Gary’s home from work, he decides to hell with it and starts wandering in and out of each room, trying to see if it’s on a shelf or shoved into a cabinet somewhere. But his efforts remain fruitless, and he’s debating whether it’s morally acceptable to go to the basement and rifle through his boyfriend’s storage boxes when said boyfriend walks in and gives him a suspicious look.

“Are you doing a mischief?” he asks as he shrugs his coat off, still squinting at Jamie.

“Am I doing a – what does that even mean, ‘am I doing a mischief’, you weirdo.”

Gary wanders over to him and peers into his eyes for a moment, frowns, then just when Jamie is expecting some kind of hello kiss he pokes him in the stomach and moves away. “You look shifty, James, and not in your usual Scouser way. What’ve you done?”

“I’ve done nothin’,” Jamie argues. “I were just – looking for somethin’”

“Fer what,” Gary asks flatly, clearly unconvinced.

If he lies, Gary will know, and then he’ll definitely think Jamie is ‘doing a mischief’, so he ducks his head to hide his embarrassment and says “the snowglobe I got ya.”

“Why –” Gary starts, then his expression clears up and he tilts his head a bit, eyes soft, and sighs. “You nugget, you didn’t think I’d throw it away, did you? D’you really think I’m so heartless?”

Jamie keeps on staring at the floor, mumbles something in reply about how it would’ve been nice if he’d at least pretended to like it.

He hears Gary huff in frustration, then feels his fingers wrap around Jamie’s wrist and tug, leading him up to the master bedroom and into his walk-in wardrobe.

Gary lets go of his wrist once they’re inside and leaves Jamie standing uselessly in the middle of the room, watching as his boyfriend shoves some hanging clothes to the side of their rack and reaches up to get something from behind.

“Honestly,” he’s muttering to himself as he goes, “anyone’d think I were a monster, t’ way you go on. Never take you out, never cook you dinner, throw away the ugly and childish but actually quite thoughtful gifts you give me… your mates must think you’re a saint, putting up w’me all this time.”

He sounds more amused than upset, but Jamie still worries, so he reaches a hand out, says “Gary –” but is cut off by Gary tutting and shaking his head.

“No, no, what’s it to little old heartless me,” he says, turning to Jamie with a battered old shoebox in his hands. There’s a twinkle in his eye, and a gentle smirk as he holds it out for Jamie to take. “Go on then, you numpty.”

He opens up the box, and there’s the snowglobe: resting on top of what at first glance looks like a pile of junk. There’s an old Sky lanyard, some of those little individually-wrapped tea bags like you get in hotels. There’s a t-shirt, carefully folded but still recognisable as an old Liverpool one that Jamie had shrunk in the wash years ago, that he’d made Gary change into once after they’d been stuck out in the rain and he’d asked to borrow some dry clothes. There’s all sorts of random junk, things that Jamie barely recognises. A napkin, with the name of a restaurant printed on it in Spanish. A matchday programme, the cover creased and fading in some spots. The player in the photo on the front of it is long retired now, so the programme’s gotta be a few years old.

Ten years old, Jamie realises, feeling a warm jolt in his stomach. “This is from –”

Gary’s not looking at him, is staring down at his hands instead, cracking his knuckles. “Match we watched together, day before our first show. D’you remember?”

“’Course I do,” Jamie breathes, looking down at the box of junk and then back up at Gary. “You sentimental old fart, I can’t believe you – even then, really?”

“Yeah, well.” Gary looks at him with a sheepish smile, scratches at the back of his head. “I dunno. Guess you made an impression.”

“Christ, lad. I love you too, y’know.”

“Easy now, James,” Gary says, but he’s smiling, looping his arms over Jamie’s shoulders. “I’d be careful bandying words like that around, ‘specially to a filthy Manc. Wouldn’t want to have to get you sectioned.”

He doesn’t say it. Neither of them do, that often. But Jamie hears it all the same.

[mistresspandorawritesthings]

As much as Bees disappointed me in many ways, I admit there were several little nuggets that I did truly enjoy.

There's this really sweet moment where William is dressed in his uniform and sits down to breakfast with John and Hal. Things are still a bit tense between John and William, but then John just, without saying anything, rebraids William's hair for him. It's such a short passage, only a few sentences, but the love and tenderness in it could fill hundreds of pages.

It breaks my heart in just the best way possible because it's undeniable how much John loves William, and it has nothing at all to do with Jamie. It's one of those moments where you can't doubt that Jamie may be William's father, but John is his dad.

And yeah, you know, given the opportunity, I've no doubt that John would have jumped at the chance to raise William with Jamie. Similarly, John would have given anything for William and Jamie to be able to be more to each other than they are, and this exists apart from and above John's love for and attraction to Jamie.

But even if Jamie and William had (or do later) the chance to be more of a fixture in each other's lives, Jamie will never be to William what John is. And as much as that makes me sad for Jamie, it makes me happy for John, because there is finally someone to put John first, who John won't ever truly drive away.

As much as John seems to think he doesn't deserve good things (or as willing as he is to sacrifice his own happiness for others)... He still has this beautiful little family that he found one day, all because he was kind to the Dunsaneys when their son died, a million years ago.

[leafs-lover]

For your blurb weekend: “Rough day? Can I make it better?” with Brandon Tanev please? (And if you don’t write for him, pick your favorite player. I mainly just want to see this prompt with a hockey player being sweet! 😀). Thanks for doing these! Your writing is awesome!

Hope you like it babes. Glad you are enjoying my writing 😊

Soft Husband!Brandon x wife!reader after a rough day from this prompt list

Walking through the door after a long road trip, Brandon is so excited to come home. Facetimes along with empty hotel beds pale in comparison to five bodies crammed into a king sized bed, number six on the way.

He loves nothing more than waking up to Morgan and Jamie occupying most of the space. Sometimes one of them is practically lying across him, other times they are starfishes in the middle, the two of you barely any space. Your dog, Zoe, curled up at your feet. After road trips she used to curl up to Brandon, having missed him, but ever since baby number three started growing in your womb she never leaves your side.

He loves barely making it through the door and the twins tackling him, their loud laughter echoing off the walls. He loves seeing the smile on your face, while you patiently wait for them to say hello so you can squeeze in a hurried kiss, his hand running over the growing bump.

But today he can tell it’s different. The twins still ambush him, easily jumping into his arms as he carries them to the living room. Zoe weaves at his feet, waiting for him to greet her, while the boys ramble off a mile a minute. Telling him every detail of every day he missed.

Some child cartoon plays on the TV, an excessive amount of toys litter the living room, the twins recently becoming very fond of the word ‘no’ and refusing to clean up after themselves. Jamie’s shirt is thrown off to the side, Morgan wearing only one sock, a red and puffy cheek. To anyone else, it all looks like it normally does.

Except for one thing. You.

You look like you normally do, leggings and a comfortable sweater, something that provides the function to chase two 3 year olds. Your hair is loosely pulled back, some strands falling around your face.

But you don’t move to greet him, staying curled on the couch. Your face is flushed and eyes empty, dark and heavy bags under them. One hand under a pillow, your other resting on your stomach, eyes struggling to stay open.

“Daddy, daddy, we go to the zoo?” Jamie asks, tugging on his sweater.

“Maybe bud,” he replies, knowing he needs to check on you. “Why don’t you guys go play for a bit so I can talk to mommy,” he prompts. The two boys agree and slide off his lap, walking over to their toys.

“Hi love,” he bends down in front of you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too,” the low murmur of your voice barely audible. He lightly kisses you, immediately recognizes the defeating tone in your words, the faint taste of hazelnut coffee fresh on your lips.

“Rough day? Can I make it better?” his hand finds your bump, slowly rubbing over it.

“They spent the entire morning fighting. Morgan hit Jamie in the head with a toy bat and he’s going to have a bruise,” you sigh. “Work was stressful, the presentation went horribly, my back and feet are killing me and this little one,” you squeeze his hand resting on his bump, “this one decided 2 am was the best time to practice backflips.”

He chuckles and turns his attention to your growing bump. “Hey little one,” he doesn’t let go of your hand, so you start rubbing your thumb back and forth across his knuckles, his softly stroking over your stomach, “you are supposed to be easy on your mom. You let her sleep, she feeds you chicken nuggets and mint pistachio ice cream.”

A slight smirk tugs on your lips as he continues, “it’s the deal we made. So I need you to let her sleep, no midnight dance parties, no pressing on her bladder. You do all those things and you get more ice cream.”

Running your hands through his long hair, something you originally hated but have since grown to love, he place a soft kiss on your stomach before turning out to the boys, groaning as they fight over their toy plane. “What do you need babe? A bath, some quiet, a snack, a nap? In that order?”

Chuckling, you just sigh in response. “How about I get the boys out of here for a few hours, you can do whatever you want or absolutely nothing,” he offers.

“I miss you though,” you whine, making him crack a small smile.

“I’ll be back soon. They want to go to the zoo, the fresh air will knock them out and we can have a couple hours of quiet together.”

And that’s exactly how your day goes. The three of them head out, their excited chatter all you can hear until the door closes. You spend your few hours lounging on the couch, Zoe lying on your feet. A few hours later Brandon walks in carrying the boys, each sleeping against his shoulder.

After their nap, Brandon makes you all dinner. The twins tell you all about the zoo and the ice cream their dad bought them. The rest of the night is spent all of you on the couch watching kid’s movies with a ridiculous amount of snacks. You wrapped in Brandon’s arms, exactly where you need to be. Exactly what you need.

[summercurial]

omg!!!! just had a really good like....24 hr date. okay so his name is mark he's really handsome (he kind of looks like jamie dornan? ill ask him if i can post a pic sometime) and he's about my height and hes got big biceps and hairy arms and stubble and...omg he's jsut...very attractive. i really like looking at his face. he's a broker at his dad's like, finance comapny, a bit of a cringe nepotism moment but glass houses, also like. who is he disadvantaging, other finance dudes? who care. so anyway. he has a bunch of money ha. he has a nice apartment to his self and a bunch of fancy shit.

i came over at 1, we watched some netflix (i think u should leave) and drank some white claw and talked a bunch. he's into drugs and esp psychadelics. we had a really fun time talking. he talked about his 3 yr gf he broke up with 3 months ago. he cried a little. she was an alcoholic and like super shitty and manipulative. and lied all the time. i feel like it should have made me uncomfortable but it didnt. it was sweet sort of? idk. i hugged him. we disclosed a bunch of shit. i told him abt my friends i have sex with.

we had so much fun talking. he ordered chipotle. we cuddle a bunch. eventually we kissed and it was...so good. there's like, a force to it, like youre trying to become a single person. my favorite kind. he paints! his paintings are pretty good! he sells them for thousands of dollars! he has some bunnies, but theyre gonna be gone soon, cuz his girlfriend is taking them with her (she's been moved out for months, but she hasnt gotten all her shit). he showed me the holy mountain, altho we got distracted idk, 40 minutes in. he showed me a bunch of the weird metal and psychadelic music he likes. we talked about our neurotic parents. i had some amyl nitrite, which was really fun, and he gave me an adderall when i got sleepy. he fucked me a little but his dick is pretty long and i think it was pressing against the bend, we need to figure out a better angle. we took a shower then bath together. he called me a good girl a coupe times. sparse with it, the way my greed doesnt like but which counts so much more. i got some headpets/scritches. he's genuinely such a nice guy. anyway he invited me to sleep over and he did. he has a HUGE tv and it's on an arm so he can point it toward the couch or the bed. he has a bedroom but he doesnt use it for that, he uses it for painting and uses the mian room for his bed. at like 11 pm he wanted a smoothie but the smoothie place was closed so he doordashed a bunch of juice.

anyway in the morning i sucked his dick and he came in my mouth pretty quickly so i got to spend a lone time sucking on it in the afterglow, which i think he really liked! it was fun! we cuddled a bunch. we watched the entirety of casino! it was really good! i doordashed some vegetarian chicken nuggets. anyway now im back home. this is the best date ive been on in...i mean honestly maybe ever. it was great. im very happy. he's really into trans girls. he kept telling me how cute/gorgeous he thinks i am. it was so sweet... i mentioned im autistic and explained the flapping i do when he says something really nice. it was amazing

[theofficialjerenablog]

Cora

Summary: When Serena is away, Becca and Jamie will play.

In response to an anonymous request made to @wine-drunk-on-elizabeth

Enjoy 😉

The days that Becca spent with them at the apartment slowly grew more and more common. She had her own drawers in their dresser, a space in Serena’s closet, her makeup had found a home on their bathroom counter along with her soap and other toiletries. One of their pillows carried the smell of her perfume and she and Jamie had even added some toys to their “collection” together.

Though she had found it odd at the beginning that Becca so frequently stayed over, they had all been happy to see that Ollie had taken her presence in stride and they had even bonded now that Ollie wasn’t, as Becca so delicately put it, “sticky. Kids are always so sticky.”

She took Ollie to school, went to some of her games with Jamie and on days like these, when Serena was at work all day and it was just the three of them, she even played Mario Kart with Ollie.

“Ok, that has to be cheating!”

“It’s not Becca, it’s a green turtle and that is exactly the same way I won the last six times.”

“It’s this stupid Rainbow Road. It’s impossible to win.”

“Then why have I won 6 times?”

“I am not above eating all of the Tostinos Olivia just you watch.”

“Jamie! Becca ate all of the pizza rolls!”

Jamie snorted from her place on the couch, closing her laptop and setting it on the coffee table before sitting up and stretching. “Becca, share the pizza rolls with Ollie.”

“She keeps knocking me off the road!” Becca whined, sending a pout Jamie’s way, though her eyes were sparkling with mirth.

“That’s kind of the point,” Jamie teased, pressing a quick kiss to Becca’s forehead and ruffling Ollie’s hair before grabbing their empty plates and taking them to the kitchen. “How ‘bout some broccoli Ollie?” Jamie suggested with a small grin, knowing how much the preteen hated the vegetable. She’d eaten nothing but pizza rolls since she’d come home from school.

“Why on earth would we eat broccoli when there is a whole ‘nother bag of pizza rolls in the freezer?” Ollie replied, her nose scrunched cutely as she focused on knocking Becca off the course yet again, making the blonde mumble something like “no wonder they’re endangered” and making Jamie snort. “Ok but you need to eat some sort of vegetable with this round Olliegator or your mother is going to have my head and then who’s going to pack your lunch?”

Ollie seemed to contemplate this for a moment, the threat of Serena’s cooking making her eyes go wide as she looked up at Jamie. “Ok so how about instead of pizza rolls, we do dino nuggies with those sweet bell peppers, some snap peas and maybe… Do we have carrots?”

Jamie smiled, happy to see how much Olivia’s palette had changed since she’d first met her. “Yeah we do. Good choice Ollie.”

“I’ll help Jamieson, I’m done with these goddamn turtles and the Gay Parkway,” Becca said as she stood, taking the plates from Jamie and nudging Ollie playfully. “I still say you’re cheating.”

“I still say you just can’t drive,” Ollie retorted with a grin. “And it’s Rainbow Road not Gay Parkway.”

Becca grinned back and shrugged. “Same thing in the end Ollie.”

Leaving Olivia to her game, they headed to the kitchen together, Becca starting to wash up some of the dishes that had piled up a bit throughout the course of the afternoon and Jamie slipping the nuggets into the air fryer before pulling out Olivia’s requested veggies. Jamie smiled to herself as she chopped the peppers, smiling over at Becca even though her back was turned. She loved watching her interact with Ollie, love how close they’d gotten and how Becca seemed almost maternal.

She had less of a filter around Ollie than she and Serena, but was never anything but kind to her. She’d overheard little parts of their conversation as Ollie sat at the table doing her homework opposite Becca who was fiddling around on her iPad. They’d talked about school, about Serena and Becca had even given Ollie a little relationship advice ending it all with “your mom’s have shown me that all that true love sh-stuff is possible if you’re willing to work for it, but if it doesn’t work just remember that alimony can’t buy happiness but it can buy you wine and Chanel.”

Jamie shook her head, the first part of Becca’s statement warming her heart, the last part making her laugh.

“What are you smiling about over there?” Becca said, pulling Jamie from her musings. She was still washing dishes but was now smiling at Jamie over her shoulder, her brow quirked slightly in curiosity.

Jamie threw the veggies she’d prepped in the colander and walked over to the sink with it, setting it on the counter before wrapping her arms around Becca’s waist, sighing happily when the blonde immediately relaxed against her. “I love watching you with Ollie…”

“As far as kids go, she’s one of the better ones,” Becca replied with a chuckle and Jamie knew that that was Becca’s way of saying she loved Olivia. “But to be fair, I think you just like watching me, Jamieson.”

Jamie grinned, tucking her face into Becca’s neck and kissing that little spot right behind her ear that she loved to exploit. “Can you blame me? These damn yoga pants always get me going,” she murmured, pressing a little closer to Becca’s back and rolling her hips against her.

“It doesn’t take much to get you going Jay,” Becca stated, her voice a little softer with a slight breathlessness to it that made Jamie grin. It was a sign that her proximity was having its desired effect.

She slowly unwrapped her arms from around Becca’s middle, sliding her hands down her sides and slipping them up under her shirt, caressing her ribs and resting right under her breasts, teasing the underwire of her bra with her knuckles. “Especially when it’s you,” she replied softly before sliding her hands under Becca’s bra and squeezing the way she knew drove her crazy, grinning at the soft moan that slipped between Becca’s lips and she began to massage her tits, before playing with her nipples. “I can’t wait to have you tonight… I want to watch these bounce while I fuck you.”

She watched Becca drop the sponge, her head falling back against Jamie’s shoulder, lips slightly parted as Jamie continued to feel her up. Knowing she had her right where she wanted her, Jamie slipped her hands out from under her bra, sliding back down her body and dipping teasingly under the waistband of her leggings before pressing one last kiss to her neck and stepping back completely.

“You don’t play fair Jay,” Becca whined, turning to pout at her again. Jamie grinned widely, not able to resist kissing Becca’s pout. “Later, right now we have hungry Olliegator to feed.”

They finished prepping dinner, Jamie putting together a spinach salad for both of them to eat with the nuggets and some leftover mac and cheese to complete the meal. She put together a plate for Serena and set aside some salad before she and Becca brought their plates to the table and called Ollie over to eat.

It was all very domestic, the way the conversation flowed easily between them, commandeered mostly by Ollie who chatted animatedly about school, her friends, sports and Alex between bites of nuggets and mac, Jamie and Becca interjecting at the appropriate moments as she spoke, both of them completely taken with the sweet 12 year-old. Dessert was some chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwiches Jamie had made a couple of days ago and they cleaned up the kitchen and living room together before Jamie sent Ollie to take her bath and brush her teeth.

“Wash your hair Ollie, I can still smell the football on you.”

“I play softball Becca.”

“Same thing.”

“It’s really not,” Jamie teased. “But she’s right Ollie. I bought you some more of that shampoo you liked last time you came by the salon.”

Soon, the house was spotless, the TV was off, and Ollie was kissing them both goodnight, freshly showered and in her LEGO Batman pajamas. After a few cuddles and making Jamie promise that she would send Serena in for bedtime kisses no matter how late it was, Ollie was ready to be tucked in. Jamie did the honors, making sure Ollie had everything she needed and plenty of cuddles before she went to bed.

“Serena’s texting, checking on us, asking if Ollie is in bed,” Becca said from the bed as Jamie walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Jamie nodded as she pulled off her sweater and unfastened her jeans. “All tucked in and out like a light. Did she say when she’d be home?” she asked, letting her jeans slip off her legs as she walked to the bathroom.

“Bored with me already Jamieson?” Becca teased, setting her phone on the night table and leaning back against the pillows with a little smirk curving her lips. Jamie tossed her clothes in the hamper and walked back into the room in just her boxer briefs, smirking as Becca’s eyes roamed her bare torso, practically feeling the heat of the blonde’s gaze on her skin.

When she was standing by the bed, she leaned down, taking Becca’s full bottom lip into her mouth and sucking on it for a moment before nipping at it lightly. “I could never be bored with you,” she murmured, humming when Becca wrapped her arms around her, scratching lightly up and down her back.

“Good, because I was about to be offended,” Becca replied, kissing her briefly. “Ser isn’t going to be home for another hour or so.”

Jamie grinned, climbing onto the bed and hovering above her on her hands and knees as she leaned in to kiss and suck on her neck. “Mm, what are we gonna do with all the time?” she murmured against Becca’s skin, sucking on it briefly before pulling back a bit to look at her.

Becca’s smirk had widened, and Jamie bit her lip as she watched her pull her shirt over her head, revealing that she’d already shed her bra.

“I believe someone said something about wanting to see them bounce,” Becca murmured, arching her back a bit. Jamie moaned, immediately leaning down and taking one of her nipples in her mouth and sucking. She laid down on her fully so that she could use her other hand to play with the other one, squeezing it just like she had in the kitchen earlier but this time with no intention of stopping.

“You don’t have it on Jay,” Becca murmured, her fingers tangled in Jamie’s hair, scratching her scalp a little bit.

“In a minute,” Jamie said after releasing her nipple, flicking it with her tongue before switching up. She could spend all night doing this, especially considering how much it turned Becca on, but she knew what the blonde wanted and after spending a few more minutes sucking and squeezing her tits, she pulled back, kissing up Becca’s chest to her mouth. “Lose the shorts, I’ll be right back.”

Jamie rolled off Becca, reaching into her night stand and pulling out Becca’s toy. It was one they’d picked together when they’d all realized that this little arrangement was going to go past just that one night. It was one of the thicker one’s Jamie owned, strapless and ribbed. They’d chosen strapless when Jamie noticed that Becca, like Serena, loved the feeling of skin on skin with nothing in between. So while she still wore her harness briefs on the nights she wanted a little more control, nights like tonight she chose to go without them, wanting to feel Becca’s smooth thighs wrapped around her hips and knowing Becca wanted the same.

“Want me to get it wet for you?” Becca offered silkily, making Jamie turn and immediately bite her lip when she realized the blonde was completely naked. She let her eyes roam the smooth planes of Becca’s body, blindly reaching for a small bottle of lube before closing the drawer. “Not tonight,” Jamie replied, clearing her throat when she heard how raspy her voice sounded. She lubed up her end of the toy, slipping it in with a small sigh before covering the other end with lube as well. Crawling over to Becca and hovering over her again, she leaned down to kiss her. “Spread those gorgeous legs and let me taste…”

“How come you get to taste and I don’t?” Becca asked with a little pout as she did exactly as Jamie had asked. Jamie smiled, leaning down and tasting Becca with one, slow lick, flicking her clit with the tip of her tongue a couple of times before kissing it and then licking her lips. “You can later, if you want.”

“Without the toy,” Becca said, meeting Jamie’s gaze with a small grin. Jamie felt her face heat slightly and nodded. “Without the toy,” she agreed, dipping her head to lick Becca again, humming as her flavor began to build on her tongue. Feeling Becca’s thighs tense around her ears was almost as good as feeling them around her hips and Jamie never missed an opportunity to go down on her.

On her knees and with her lips wrapped around Becca’s clit, Jamie slipped a finger inside, wanting to really feel her first before she used the toy. With Becca’s hands tugging gently at her hair, she slipped another finger in and sucked a little bit harder, listening to the soft moans and small whimpers slipping from Becca’s mouth as the blonde tried to be as quiet as possible.

Jamie worked her slowly, sometimes sliding her fingers out to the tips and circling her entrance, sometimes pulling them out and curling them, pressing up against her, the action always making Becca’s hips jerk. All the while, her mouth worked Becca’s clit, sucking it as she rolled the flat of her tongue against it or flicked it with the tip of her tongue, keeping the suction steady and constant.

“F-fuck Jay, I love how you eat pussy baby,” Becca whimpered, her grip in Jamie’s hair tightening as she began to roll her hips against Jamie’s mouth.

Jamie hummed, keeping her thrusts short now as she curled her fingers inside of Becca and rubbed her g-spot more consistently, feeling the blonde’s thighs begin to tighten and tense around her ears. She wrapped her free arm around one of Becca’s thighs, tucking her shoulder under it before doing the same with the other, the heels of Becca’s feet digging into her back as her inner muscles began to flutter around and grip Jamie’s fingers.

“Jay, Jay… fuuuck, like that baby… I’m close, so close, don’t stop…” Becca began to mumble between thrusts, back arching off the bed slightly as she pushed her hips down onto Jamie’s fingers. “Keep fucking me baby, keeping going, harder…”

Jamie smiled against Becca, pulling away from her clit briefly and admiring how swollen it was before stiffening her tongue and pressing against it, then wrapping her lips around it again and speeding up her thrusts, wanting Becca to come in her mouth first before using the strap.

She didn’t have to wait long.

Looking up at Becca from her spot between her legs, Jamie watched as her body began to tense, back arched off the bed, hips jerking in a quick, slightly sporadic rhythm against Jamie’s mouth, one hand flying to her mouth to cover it while she came with a muffled cry that sounded like Jamie’s name, the other hand tight in Jamie’s hair as she clenched and then gushed all over Jamie’s fingers.

Jamie moved quickly, wanting to get as much of Becca in her mouth as she could, sliding her fingers out and replacing them with her tongue, Becca’s come covering her lips and chin in steady streams.

Jamie took it all happily, waiting for Becca’s body to relax before she slowly removed her tongue, lapping gently at Becca’s entrance and cleaning her up a bit before kissing up her body with sticky lips, not able to ignore her stiff nipples and kissing them both before continuing her trail of kisses up Becca’s neck and over her chin, their lips meeting as Becca wrapped her arms around Jamie’s neck and tugged her down, cradling Jamie’s hips with her knees.

“Mmm, I love how I taste on your mouth,” Becca murmured. Jamie smiled into the kiss, pulling back just enough to lick and suck on Becca’s neck.

“I love how you taste in my mouth,” Jamie replied with a small smile, sliding down Becca’s body to her tits. “Especially here…” She took one of Becca’s nipples in her mouth and sucked happily while she brought her other hand up to squeeze Becca’s other breast.

“Fuck Jay, you know how much I love that,” Becca whimpered, arching her chest into Jamie’s mouth. “I need you inside of me baby. I need your cock.”

Pulling back with Becca’s nipple still in her mouth, Jamie looked up at her, grinning around her nipple and suckling gently for a moment before releasing it with a soft ‘pop’. “But I like it here,” she said with a small pout, squeezing both of Becca’s tits before pressing a kiss to the valley between them.

“You can still play with them while I ride you Jamieson,” Becca replied. Jamie smiled, pressing her hips forward so that the tip of the toy pressed against Becca teasingly, rubbing it against her pussy and coating it in her juices before rolling onto her back and pulling Becca with her. Gripping the blonde’s thighs with a happy hum, Jamie helped Becca settle over the toy before propping herself up against the headboard so that she was face to face with Becca’s tits. “I love when you’re on top,” she murmured, sliding her hands up Becca’s thighs, her sides and then finally cupping her tits, squeezing as she sucked on one of her nipples.

Becca’s fingers gripped her hair and Jamie moaned around her nipple, rolling the other nipple between her fingers and pinching it between her knuckles. When Becca started to roll her hips against the toy, Jamie’s hand slipped from her breast, down between her legs, moaning again when Becca’s juices immediately covered her fingertips.

“I’m ready for you baby… I can already feel my pussy clenching, I’m so ready for your cock,” Becca murmured, her hips rolling a little faster against Jamie.

“Lift up for me, let me watch you take it,” Jamie instructed, keeping her voice soft but firm, watching as Becca rose to her knees, biting her lip and teasing Becca’s clit with her fingertip for a moment before holding up the toy so that the blonde could slide onto it.

“Fuck, you’re so big…” Becca murmured, swiveling her hips slightly as she began to slide onto the toy, taking it slowly, inch by inch disappearing into her until she was completely filled, their hips pressed together snugly. Jamie rested her hands on Becca’s hips for a moment, squeezing gently before sliding them down to Becca’s thighs again. “You look so good…”

“You feel amazing Jay,” Becca sighed, resting her hands on Jamie’s shoulders, her nails digging slightly into Jamie’s skin as she rose off of the toy again. Jamie watched, watched Becca lift herself off of the toy, watched her hold herself right at the tip, the shaft glistening with her juices, and then slowly, slowly, slide back down. Jamie couldn’t choose what she wanted to watch more, the way Becca’s body moved as she fucked herself on Jamie’s cock, or the way the toy slid in and out of her.

She decided to focus on what had come to be her favorite part. She brought her hands up to cup Becca’s tits again, squeezing and massaging them as Becca began to go a little faster, hips rolling, head thrown back slightly as she rode. “I love how you ride my cock baby…”

Becca moaned, biting her lip and placing her hands over Jamie’s pulling them off her breasts and holding them at her sides. “Watch me baby… this is what you wanted… watch me ride you…”

So she did. She laid back a bit, watching Becca move, watching her abs flex, her hips roll, her tits bounce. All the while, the base of the toy pressing against her with each roll of Becca’s hips. As the blonde began to pick up the pace, her skin glistening in the low light of the bedroom, Jamie couldn’t help but roll her hips up into her, thrusting up each time Becca rolled her hips down, finding her clit with her thumb and rubbing it in time with her thrusts.

Becca threw her head back when Jamie pressed her thumb down, and Jamie groaned as the blonde truly began to bounce up and down on her. “Fuck Becca… that’s it baby, take my cock.”

“Love how you fuck me Jay, love how you fill me up, love how your cock stretches my pussy,” Becca panted, nails digging into Jamie’s shoulders. “I’m gonna come so hard for you baby, I’m gonna soak your cock … I want you to come inside of me… come with me…”

“Your pussy is so greedy for it, I can feel you milking my cock baby, begging for my come,” Jamie groaned, gripping Becca’s hips and thrusting up into her harder.

“Fuck me Jay, don’t stop, fuck, fuck, like that baby, I’m gonna come for you,” Becca whimpered, her moans becoming a little more high pitched and desperate, her body tensing, grinding down onto Jamie as she came with a soft cry. Jamie felt Becca’s come gush out around the toy, that feeling paired with the base pressing against her making her thrust her hips up hard as she came.

They rode out their releases, both of their hips jerking against each other, their skin sticky with sweat and come as they slowly came down from their highs. Becca fell forward, resting her forehead against Jamie’s shoulder, panting softly. “Fuck Jamie.”

“You already did,” Jamie teased breathlessly, chuckling when Becca half-heartedly smacked her shoulder, kissing her on the cheek softly. She rubbed her hands up and down Becca’s back, letting the blonde recover as she laid against her. “You ok?”

“Don’t get mushy on me yet, Jamieson,” Becca teased, sitting up and kissing Jamie on the mouth, the gesture softening her words. “I’m great, amazing even.”

Jamie smiled, watching as Becca rose to her knees again and the toy slipped out of her. “Wanna take a shower?”

“I would love one…”

Becca turned and Jamie looked over her shoulder to see Serena leaning against the door frame with a little smirk curling her lips, still wearing her blazer, her glasses resting in her hair.

“Looking good professor,” Becca greeted, climbing off of Jamie and walking over to Serena, happily kissing the brunette’s smiling lips. “Wanna hear what I’d do for an A?”

“Real classy Beck,” Jamie replied with a chuckle, shaking her head as she stood and slid the toy out before walking over to greet her wife with a long kiss. “Hey baby.”

“Hey,” Serena replied with a sweet smile. Jamie could see the fatigue in her eyes, in the way her brow was furrowed, in the way the corners of her mouth were pulled down slightly. “Have fun?”

“Of course she did Ser,” Becca replied, kissing Jamie’s cheek before making her way into the master bath.

“Missed you today,” Jamie said softly, cupping Serena’s cheek, her heart melting when her wife leaned into her touch. “Long day, huh?”

“Long doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Serena replied wearily, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I need a long shower, some food and then bed.”

“That can be arranged,” Jamie said warmly, helping Serena out of her blazer and pressing another kiss to her lips. “Let’s start with that shower.” She helped Serena out of her heels next, setting them by the closet and hanging up her blazer before leading her to the bathroom.

Becca had already started up the shower, the steam filling the room and fogging up the mirror. “Time to take care of our Ser Bear?” the blonde asked with a soft smile.

Jamie nodded, hugging Serena from behind and kissing her neck gently. “Time to take care of our Ser Bear.”

Jamie began unbuttoning Serena’s shirt as Becca walked over and carefully took Serena’s glasses off of the top of her head, leaning in to kiss her as Jamie unbuttoned her slacks, letting them fall to the floor as she slid Serena’s shirt off of her shoulders. In perfect sync, Becca worked on her bra clasp and Jamie pulled down her briefs, both of them pressing up against her when she was finally completely bare.

“I love you both so much,” Serena murmured, resting her forehead against Becca’s shoulder as Jamie rested her against the back of her head, pressing a kiss to her hair before meeting Becca’s eyes. With a nod, they led Serena to the shower, Becca stepping in first, followed by Serena and Jamie, the steam surrounding them as the warm water beat down on their skin.

Serena leaned back against Jamie’s chest and Jamie wrapped her arms around her wife’s waist while Becca picked up a loofah and body wash. “Let us take care of you baby,” Jamie murmured, pressing small kisses to Serena’s cheek, neck, and shoulder while Becca soaped her up, slowly, gently. Jamie pulled her arms back, taking some soap from Becca and rubbing her hands up and down Serena’s back, digging her fingertips into the tense muscles she found there and massaging them gently as she trailed the soap up over her shoulders, pressing her thumbs into the muscles lining Serena’s shoulder blades and smiling when a soft moan slipped past Serena’s lips.

While she worked Serena’s back, Becca busied herself with her front, gently running her fingertips along Serena’s collarbones, her tummy and along her hips before sliding her hands up Serena’s sides and cupping her breasts. Jamie watched as Becca pressed forward, smiling when Serena hummed contently.

“Jay, let’s help Ser Bear relax,” Becca murmured, kissing Serena’s chin and then her lips.

Jamie smiled, nuzzling Serena and pressing against her back again. “What did you have in mind Beck?”

Becca grinned, reaching for the detachable showerhead, and adjusting the settings. “I think it’s been a little too long since we played with Cora, don’t you think Ser?”

Serena nodded, still leaning back against Jamie’s chest, cheeks flushed from the heat of the water, though Jamie was sure that it was also from excitement. Watching as Becca rinsed the soap from Serena’s skin, Jamie continued her tiny kisses on Serena’s neck, taking the shower head when Becca offered it to her so that she could rinse the soap from Serena’s back.

She turned it to the stronger pulse setting, hoping that it would soothe Serena’s achy muscles, smiling when Serena’s head fell forward onto Becca’s shoulder. She focused the spray onto Serena’s shoulders and neck until her wife had practically melted against Becca. Making sure she’d rinsed off all of the soap, she handed the shower head back to Becca, wrapping her arms around Serena’s waist once more.

“Lift your leg baby,” Becca murmured sweetly, and Jamie made sure to hold Serena steady as she lifted her leg, resting her foot on the ledge of the tub. Jamie slipped one hand down, tracing Serena’s skin with her fingertips as she made her way between her legs. She rubbed her fingertips over Serena’s clit, keeping her touch light as she began to nibble on her wife’s neck.

“Keep her spread for me Jay,” Becca murmured, leaning in to kiss Jamie and then Serena. “Ready for me baby?” Serena nodded, leaning her head back against Jamie’s shoulder, biting her bottom lip.

Jamie spread Serena gently, watching Becca trace the spray over her upper thighs, then her lower belly and finally, right between her legs. Jamie hummed when Serena threw her head back, jaw dropping slightly. “Feel good baby?” Jamie asked softly, nudging Serena’s cheek with her nose so that she would turn her head, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss when she did, swallowing her soft moans and whimpers.

They made sure their hands were everywhere: Serena’s hips, her thighs, her tummy, her breasts. When Becca’s hands went one way Jamie’s hands went another, caressing and exploring, making sure no inch of Serena’s skin went untouched. Soon Serena’s hips were rolling against the steady stream of water, panting, squirming in Jamie’s arms.

“That’s my girl,” Becca murmured, resting her forehead on Serena’s shoulder. “You look so beautiful Ser, we love to see you like this, we love to take care of you.”

“We love you baby,” Jamie murmured, rubbing her nose against Serena’s. “We love you so much.”

In the next moment, Serena arched off of Jamie’s chest as she came with a soft cry, whimpering as she rode out her release. Jamie looked at Becca, smiling when she saw the sparkle in the blonde’s eyes. She turned, pressing her lips against Serena’s ear.

“One more baby, can you give us one more?”

“Yeah,” Serena whimpered, her back arching again, one hand gripping Jamie’s forearm, the other gripping Becca’s wrist.

“C’mon baby,” Becca encouraged gently. “Give us another one… come for us.”

Serna’s second release came with another small cry, her whole body tensing in Jamie’s arms, jerking slightly and whimpering as she gently pushed Becca’s hand away. Becca kissed Serena’s cheek as she clicked ‘Cora’ back into place before pressing against Serena’s front.

Jamie gently lowered Serena’s leg from the ledge of the tub, rubbing the top of her thigh with her fingertips as she felt Serena’s body shake with the aftershocks of her release. “How do you feel sweetheart?” she asked softly.

“So good,” Serena murmured, melting in Jamie’s arms.

They finished washing each other up, gently washing Serena’s hair, Becca making sure she got all of her makeup off, Jamie making sure she used her favorite exfoliating scrub on her hands and elbows. They pampered her to the fullest extent, taking the time to gently towel dry her, and Jamie sat her down in front of the mirror to dry her hair.

“I’m gonna go heat up your dinner baby,” Becca murmured, leaning down to kiss Serena, standing on her tiptoes to kiss Jamie’s jaw before walking out of the bathroom. Jamie applied some heat protectant in Serena’s hair, detangling it gently before picking up the hair dryer and round brush. Their eyes met in the mirror and Jamie smiled tenderly, looking down when Serena tilted her head back to look up at her. “Hi.”

“Hi back,” Jamie replied, leaning down to kiss her gently. “You feeling good?”

“Mmhmm, better than good,” Serena replied, kissing Jamie again before looking forward again. Jamie took her time drying Serena’s hair, styling her curls and fluffing it gently when she was done. Setting the hair dryer and brush down, Jamie met Serena’s eyes in the mirror again. “Beautiful,” she said gently, squeezing Serena’s shoulders gently before letting her stand.

They slipped into their pajamas, sharing lots of little touches and kisses as they dressed. When they walked into the bedroom, Becca was waiting with Serena’s dinner and three glasses of wine. They cuddled up in bed as Serena munched sleepily on dino nuggets and mac and cheese, watching Black Christmas and enjoying the comfort of simply being together.

That night, they fell asleep with Serena between them, one leg wrapped around Becca while Jamie spooned her. Jamie watched her girls sleep for a few silent moments, wondering how she’d gotten so lucky.

“Stop staring, Jamieson.”

“Yeah baby, it's creepy.”

Jamie chuckled, pulling Serena close and tucking her face in her neck. “I love you girls.”

“Love you, Jamieson.”

[amanda-glassen]

Nugget prompt #128483937

I want….. Jamie and the bb feeding Serena carbs when she’s drunk 😆 because yes

...because drunk snack thief Serena is one of my favorite versions of Serena.

Binge drinking happened twice a week when Serena was in college, rarely when she was in her twenties and almost never once she reached her thirties. The former sorority girl had become mature and responsible even if her sister teased her for being a stereotypical wine mom; however, that weekend her sister Lexie, the vodka aunt, was in town and she wasn’t going to let Serena get away with just a couple of glasses of wine with dinner.

They had martinis at an upscale lounge, but the vibe of the place didn't satisfy Lexie, so she soon found herself at a college bar playing Shot Roulette with some frat boys. She couldn’t remember how she got to that point and, quite frankly, she didn’t think that mattered. What did matter to her was that Serena Benson, winner of their brother frat’s flip cup tournament in 2008, still had it in her to steal drinking game glory away from frat boys at age 34.

It was a little after midnight when she got home, which was earlier than the usual 2 a.m. that she’d end her nights at in college, but after a martini and 10, 11, or 12 shots－she couldn’t even remember－all she wanted to do was get home to her girlfriend and her daughter where there were no frat boys and the floors weren’t sticky with spilled drinks. She took off her dress and tossed it on the couch the moment she entered the living room, feeling grateful that she had decided to wear biker shorts and a cami underneath. Next were her strappy heels that she almost fell over trying to take off. 

“I’m home!” she shouted a little louder than she had hoped when she got into the kitchen. Her daughter and her girlfriend were making pizza rolls, her daughter’s favorite midnight snack, and it dawned on Serena that she needed to load up on carbs if she wanted to soak up all the alcohol she had consumed.

“Mom!” her daughter said as she rushed over to give her a hug. “Jamie and me made pizza rolls! Want one?”

“My sweet little girl,” Serena responded, holding her a little too tight for Olivia’s liking. “My Ollie Koalie, I would love a pizza roll.” She looked over at Jamie who had placed Olivia’s plate of pizza rolls on the counter.  “Isn’t she beautiful, Jay? I made her! She came from me. This perfect child who I never want to stop cuddling…”

A pleading look from Olivia signalled to Jamie that it was time to intervene. “I know, babe. Ollie is a great kid, but maybe it’s time to let her have her snack.”

She looked over at her sister who had begun rummaging through the cabinets for some tortilla chips. “Bless you, Serena, for always having junk food.” Lexie sat down on the floor, her back against the wall, and started shoveling chips in her mouth.

Serena hopped up on the counter－or at least she attempted to－and was thankfully caught by Jamie who lifted her up so she could sit on the counter. Olivia may have offered her one pizza roll, but with the plate so conveniently located next to her, she quickly popped two in her mouth followed by another three.

“Mom!” Olivia looked in disbelief at a nearly empty plate. “You only left one for me!”

Serena gave her daughter her most pleading look. “You know I love you more than anything.” 

“Here,” Olivia groaned, giving her the last pizza roll.

“Did you two have fun?” Jamie asked while she put more pizza rolls in the microwave for Olivia.

“Your girlfriend still has it,” Lexie mumbled, her mouth full of chips. “Serena is a fucking beast. Pardon my language, Ollie. We played shot roulette with some frat guys and even if you can stop after three shots in a row, my little Ser Bear kept going. She had a shot of Fireball, a shot of fucking white wine, and a shot of vodka in a row and didn’t even flinch. Those guys looked at her like she was one of the seven wonders of the world. They were so weak. They couldn’t even hold their alcohol.”

Jamie took the plate out of the microwave and set it aside to cool down. “Babe, how are you alive? How many shots did you take? Are you feeling okay?”

“Somewhere in the double digits,” Lexie answered for her, her voice filled with pride. “Serena is fine. This is nothing though. You should have seen her in college.”

Serena had started to question if she was, in fact, fine. The room wasn’t spinning and she could still feel her face, but she didn’t remember feeling this tired when she was taking shots at 18. Maybe I just need more pizza rolls. When Olivia left to get something from the fridge, Serena took it upon herself to start eating the freshly microwaved pizza rolls.

“Mom, what the heck?” Olivia set a water bottle next to her on the counter. “I go to the fridge to get you some water and you repay me by eating my snack? Why are you stealing food from your child? I need this so I can grow!”

Her daughter’s outburst made Serena start to laugh uncontrollably. Okay, now the room is spinning. She held onto her daughter so she could stay balanced. “I love you, Ollie.”

“No!” Olivia said as she broke free from her mom’s embrace. “Snack thieves don’t deserve koala cuddles.”

“It’s okay, kid. I’ll make you some more,” Jamie told her as she put yet another plate of pizza rolls in the microwave. “Just keep these out of reach of your mom. She’s too drunk to get off that counter so as long as you eat them in another part of the kitchen, you’ll be fine.”

Lexie and Olivia went to bed fifteen minutes later, which left Serena alone with Jamie in the kitchen. “Did I ever tell you how hot you are?” she tried to say in a flirtatious tone of voice, but soon realized her words were probably slurring.

When Jamie stood in front of her, Serena wasted no time before wrapping her arms around her neck and leaning into her. “Do you feel okay, babe?”

Serena nuzzled into her, hoping it would make her feel better. “Everything is spinning and I can’t feel my lips. I don’t feel okay. I don’t feel 18 anymore or 21. I feel 34. I’m gonna be throwing up all morning, aren’t I?”

“Yup,” Jamie tried not to laugh. “I can’t say I’ll hold your hair back, but I’ll put your hair in a bun so it doesn’t get in your hair.”

“Thank you. And Jay?”

“Yes, Ser?” 

“I can’t get off this counter. Can you carry me to our bed?”

[in-tua-deep]

🔥 Responsible Luther

(Other responsible Luther au posts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven)

After everything happens, after the Commission is destroyed and the apocalypse is permanently stopped, and they give their dad what for... they have to figure out how to live without the apocalypse hanging over their head.

And also, they figure out how to deal with the friends they made along the way.

Which means that Agnes comes over with a casserole and a smile and a dozen new pictures of birds, and Allison brings Claire and Patrick down since there’s now no chance of being caught in the kidnapping crossfire, and Luther thinks he’s going to need to invest in a bigger table heck

Which means that Claire is loudly making bird noises while pointing at the pictures Agnes brought over, while Agnes attempts to teach her the proper ones while Patrick balances little Claire on his lap with all the longsuffering patience of a father of a toddler. 

Klaus is loudly debating the merits of Clue vs. Monopoly with Diego while Vanya shuffles a deck of cards absently because she already knows that they’re going to end up playing poker or something

Luther and Allison are in the kitchen attempting to cook. Allison’s food skills tend to be geared towards the food tastes of a toddler, so she’s got mac ‘n cheese and dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets down pat but other things uhhhhh not so much. Luther has gotten progressively better, but he’s no Jamie Oliver

Which leaves Hazel to sit awkwardly at the table across from an unimpressed Five.

“I’m not calling you Uncle Hazel.” Five says dismissively, “No matter what Klaus calls you.”

“That seems fair.” Hazel is awkward as he shuffles uncomfortably on the second-hand chair that Luther picked up after Diego threw Klaus and broke one of them after a particularly lively debate. 

(Klaus seems to have decided that being adopted into the family is punishment enough for Hazel, for some reason. Then again, Five has seen the glint in Klaus’s eye when he gives Hazel a big hug. Klaus is less forgiving than people might think. He’s just very petty about it.)

“You tried to kidnap me.” Five crosses his arms, “Multiple times.”

Hazel clears his throat, “Uh. Yes. That is true. I... did that.”

Five tilts his head, calculatingly. “What do you think that’s worth?”

“W - Worth?” Hazel looks lost. It’s almost sweet, how he even now underestimates Five’s vicious streak. Even after seeing Five with explosives and covered in dust after crawling through the ceilings of the Commission like an unholy gremlin. 

Five shrugs, “If you’re going to be... part of the family or whatever, and I am fully prepared to call Agnes my aunt because let’s be real, I witnessed her slap Dad and that makes her family for life. She seems to like you a lot.”

That makes Hazel smile.

“Ew.” Five can only offer in response to that, “But back to my point. Agnes rules, and I think she’s decided that Mom is her new best friend, Claire is her new grandchild, and that Klaus needs fattening up. Which I guess makes you family, too.”

Hazel just nods, a tad hesitantly.

“We’ve had enough of shit family.” Five says firmly, “So if you’re going to be part of it then you have to commit. You have to be here.”

“Okay.” Hazel says, “I can do that.” He isn’t actually sure he can, but he’s determined to try since he’s head over heels for Agnes and Agnes seems like she’s decided to take the Hargreeves under her wing. 

“Right.” Five nods decisively. “I’m thinking Disney World.”

“Of course - wait.” Hazel pauses, clearly making a moment to process what just came out of Five’s mouth. “What?”

“You kidnapped me.” Five declares, loud enough that Hazel makes shushing noises, even though literally everyone in the house knows about his past. “And I get you helped everyone come get me of whatever, even though I totally had that handled, but you totally kidnapped me. And that’s definitely worth Disney World.”

“You. Want me to take you to Disney World.” Hazel sounds out slowly, as if tasting the words in his mouth before speaking them. As if that will make this conversation make some amount of sense. 

“Me and Claire. And Klaus.” Five clarifies, tapping on the table. “Maybe the others, too.”

“Why.” Hazel asks, just completely flabbergasted. 

Five shrugs. “Klaus wants to go, and I’ve never been. Klaus says that it’s an apology thing if a family member needs forgiving, they do some big nice gesture and then bygones are bygones.”

Hazel processes that. “I don’t think. I don’t think that’s exactly the uh, the healthiest perspective. On that.”

“So.” Five says pointedly.

“I can. Try?” Hazel offers helpfully, “I mean, I’d have to talk it over with uh, with Agnes.”

“Five Hargreeves.” A voice interrupts them, as Luther sweeps in, “Are you blackmailing Hazel?”

Five shrugs unapologetically, “More like blatantly guilting him.”

“That’s my boy!” Klaus hollers from the other room, and then yelps and if they concentrate everyone can hear Vanya scolding their brother. Something about ‘encouraging behavior’ and ‘their ridiculous family already has enough criminal tendencies’.

“In my defense,” Five points out, “He did kidnaps me. And Klaus. More than once.”

“In his defense, you kind of suck as a hostage.” Luther points accusingly at Five with a spatula, “You broke his arm in three places.”

“He was kidnapping me!” Five sputters.

“I did do that.” Hazel offers, looking very contrite. “I deserved that, really.”

“And he fed Mr. Pennycrumb half his vegetables last time he was here.” Five accuses, not appreciating Hazel’s assistance.

That makes Luther put his hands on his hips and stare at a red faced Hazel.

“It was green beans.” Hazel mutters, not quite willing to meet anyone’s eyes and so he addresses the table rather than anyone in the room.

“Is that why he smelled so bad?” Luther demands, looking between Hazel and Five absolutely aghast. 

“Worth a trip to Disney World?” Five grins cheekily. 

Luther just gives a long suffering sigh, “I’m going back to help Allison in the kitchen. This officially no longer involves me.”

Hazel gives Luther’s retreating back the most betrayed look for leaving him alone with Five, which is honestly fair. 

“So.” Five turns his full attention on Hazel, tapping his fingers together and looking like a tiny supervillain. Considering that Five’s literal job used to be fighting villains as part of a child superhero teams, this was likely on purpose. “About that literal guilt trip.”

Hazel just buries his face into his palms and groans.

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

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FUCK - ADAM “MAGNUM CONDOM” SACKLER

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I WONT HESITATE BITCH!

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[hollidaycarlson]

for → @jamieatwater​ location: the carlson estate in ventura time: tuesday, 12:30pm

No doubt, Holly had dreaded bumping into her ex-flings on the island. Undeniably awkward meetings, especially when she is still reeling from her husband’s untimely death — of course, not so much from his death as much as the aftershocks that came with it. But in the end, they’d manifested in the same way. Lucky for her, since she’s still obligated to mourn her husband’s passing, but little did anyone know that flashes of her husband still existed in the one thing she found solace in: her son.

A cosmic joke if there is ever one, but she loves him anyways, with all her heart and soul. The nanny is off today, and hyped from getting off from a half-day at school, Declan is practically bouncing off the walls, and she isn’t quite sure how to manage him. Silently praying for no meltdowns, she pulls out the frozen dino nuggets for his lunch, sticking them in the oven. Of course, not before she pulls out a bottle of cheap Merlot, the urge for her five-o’clock drink hitting an hour-and-a-half early.

Fifteen minutes later, she pulls the nuggets from the oven when she hears the doorbell ring. Unexpected, it causes her to drop the metal tray with a resounding clang!, dinosaur-shaped chicken bouncing all over the floor, leaving crumbs that she’d step on days later with mild disgust. “Shit!” Holly yells, not thinking, and immediately, Declan is a parrot, mimicking her curse word in spades — shit! shit! shit! — and she groans.

“Declan,” she shouts, shuffling to the door, “language.” And she opens the door, expecting the postman with a package, or perhaps her nanny, ready to surprise her with a visit — but he’s quite possibly the last person she wants to see. “Oh. Jamie.” She furrows her brow, exhaling. The air is tense, and even Declan pipes down, curious to see who’s at the door. “Right. You’re here for your charger?” She points behind her, nodding. And then she smiles, sweet; too genuine if that’s possible. “Oh my god, come on in. I’ll get that for you.”

[from-mister-madness]

I KNOW THIS IS LATE BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNSHINE DAD!!!! i hope you had fun today!! what did you do :0 !!

thank you so so so much!

yesterday was a little different than usual, but it was pretty good! because of the quarantine, my main activity was just going to stacy’s house for a little while to play cards with her and the kids. that was really fun, but i lost almost every game, lmao.

then i went back home, and jamie and jackie made me those little dino-shaped chicken nuggets. that was really sweet of them, and we got to eat ice cream afterwards! henrik and marvin called, too, even if they couldn’t show, which was really sweet. 😎

- your friendly neighborhood birthday boy

[desperationandgin]

Deep As The Road is Long (Part I, Chapter 5)

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Try, try, try just a little bit harder So I can love, love, love him, I tell myself Well, I'm gonna try, just a little bit harder So I can't give, give, give, give him to nobody else.

August 2015

It takes five weeks to know. Five weeks of trying not to dwell on test results and failing miserably. Five weeks of waking up in a cold sweat and needing to watch Faith breathe. Thirty-five days to know the stem cells took. No more treatments, the port in her chest removed. There’s remission for now, but Jamie decides they’re staying put for a while; he won’t leave it to a doctor back home to look for any signs of cancer when he already has the best right where they are. If something happens to Faith, she needs Claire. And so Jamie decides they’ll stay for a year, and after that, fly back annually for checkups as long as it takes.

For now, all Claire hears is that they’re staying. As he leaves the last check-up for a while with Faith, he mentions he’s getting more furniture so the next time she comes over for chicken nugget stars, it’ll be fancier. It makes her smile to know he wants her to visit again; he’s on her mind, always, somehow. She’s met other parents, other single fathers, even. But she’s never met someone like Jamie before. Confident, playful, strong, with the ability to be incredibly sensitive. Now that he’s sleeping, now that there are more reasons to smile, she sees more of that, and she sees it in Faith, too. How easily she laughs, the way the dark circles under her eyes are slowly disappearing. These are people who’ve invited her into their lives beyond the doctoring, and she can’t stop thinking about them.

That may be why, as she shops for herself, she comes up with an idea of something Jamie should have in his home. Good music, on actual albums, not just on his phone. She narrows everything down in her shopping cart to just two things: An honest to God record player and a Janis Joplin album. A compilation. One with the song Try. It’s a good record; she stands by it and takes both gifts with her the next time she’s invited to dinner.

When Jamie lets her inside, the first thing she notices is that he’s shaved; he’s always had some sort of facial hair, but there’s less now, it’s neater and his curly hair is a bit shorter. He’s also in more than just jeans and a t-shirt. Well, he’s still in jeans, but they’re his actual size, they’re nicer, and the shirt is fitted. She can see, clearly, every muscle in his upper arms.

Christ, how did a bookseller get so fit?

“What’s all this?” he asks, moving to relieve her of her packages.

“A gift. For you. A housewarming gift, really,” she explains, stumbling a bit for God knows what reason. Thankfully, Faith is a good distraction, immediately wrapping herself around Claire for a hug. She’s still so slight that Claire lifts her easily and makes her way back to the couch, sitting with an exaggerated sigh, as if Faith weighs more. “You’re definitely eating all of the good food I told you to,” she praises.

Faith nods with a grin, then gestures toward the kitchen. “We made dinner and it’s no’ chicken nuggets this time.”

“It’s not?” Claire asks curiously. “What are we having that smells so delicious?”

“ Pizza! Our very own and now ye have to pick toppings to make yours.”

Claire lets herself be led by the hand toward the kitchen as she glances back at Jamie with a wide smile. Soon, her own pizza is being slid into an oven next to his while he pulls Faith’s out to cool. Letting the little girl lead the conversation mostly results in Claire being told tales filtered down through her father about Highland cows and all the animals of Lallybroch missing her. Glances are shared between Jamie and Claire; her silently hoping they decide to stay here in Boston for good, him wondering if one day he might be able to show her all the things Faith describes.

Once everyone’s pizza is ready (Claire’s toppings: cheese, green bell pepper, and pepperoni. Jamie’s: everything but the kitchen sink. Faith’s: Plain cheese.) they sit at the new dining room table, and now it’s Claire’s turn to talk when Faith begins asking her all sorts of questions. Where her favorite place ever to go is (The Museum of Fine Arts on a rainy day), if she has any pets (no, she isn’t home enough and it wouldn’t be fair) and whether or not she’s ever seen a double rainbow (very regrettably no).

Jamie’s pleased at the mild interrogation, filing some information away and realizing she’s hard to stop looking at as she engages with his daughter. She’s open as a book, not holding anything back, which is why he leans over and whispers in Faith’s ear. The little girl beams and looks at Jamie, who nods, and then her grin is turned to Claire.

“Doctor Claire, what’s yer favorite breakfast?”

It’s such an innocent question from the mouth of five-year-old, and yet when Claire’s eyes meet Jamie’s she can just about feel the heat from her cheeks fill the room. Clearing her throat, her mouth opens, then closes. What a clever bastard.

“Well. I don’t always sit down for a proper breakfast. Most of the time I eat yogurt or a piece of fruit...”

“How boring for ye,” Jamie interjects cooly, pretending to buff his nails on his jeans.

“...But I like pancakes with syrup and bacon.”

“That’s good! I like my pancakes wi’ chocolate chips in them,” Faith informs her.

“Well, I’ll have to find someone who makes really good chocolate chip pancakes and hope they invite me to breakfast,” is the natural reply.

“Daddy can!”

“Mo bheannachd, I’m honored ye think my cooking is so good, but I have no’ made pancakes in a long while. They would be all funny shapes, I reckon. And now it’s time for ye to go change for bed. Go on,” he says, nodding toward her room. He does pull her close for a quick kiss to the forehead before she disappears down the hallway.

Clearing her throat, Claire stands as well. “I’ll help you clean up.”

“Hold on,” Jamie decides, getting up as well and walking toward the gift sitting on the coffee table. “I’m a wee bit curious.” Not waiting on her to give her blessing, Jamie opens the record player first, then the record and looks at it with a curious smile. “Janis Joplin?”

“Her voice was made to be listened to on vinyl. It’s a good record,” Claire defends, watching as Jamie begins to take the player out of the box.

“It’s only that I never thought of ye as the type, is all,” Jamie shrugs, plugging in the record player. “I thought of ye more as a…’slow jazz with a glass of wine’ sort.”

For a moment, Claire doesn’t say anything, and then she finds her voice. “You think of me?”

Now, it’s his turn to avoid looking at her, but the tips of his ears pink nicely. As he unwraps the record, he nods a little. “Aye. I do.”

Before they get much further than that, Faith comes back in, dressed in soft pink pajamas with Care Bears on them, pink slippers on her feet. “Can Doctor Claire tuck me in?”

It’s a small request, but one that feels like a high honor as Claire looks at Jamie, trying to be sure it’s alright if she says yes.

“I think that’s up to Doctor Claire, mo ghaol.”

Two sets of eyes look at her now, one hoping, one curious, and she smiles softly, nodding. “Of course I can. I would be happy to.” Reaching out, Faith’s hand curls into hers and Claire’s heart feels like it very well might burst. Children trust her to make them well, parents put all of their hope into her, but the innocence of this, that even outside of the hospital Faith trusts Claire, means something else on perhaps a different scale. It’s bigger than medicine and healing, whatever it is. She can’t quite name it. In Faith’s room, she helps her to bed and there’s Trunky, waiting to be received, and Claire tucks him in right beside her.

“Goodnight, Doctor Claire,” Faith says with a small grin, snuggling under her sheets and blanket.

“Sweet dreams, Faith,” she murmurs, reaching out to stroke her forearm softly. It’s different, watching her drift off, comfortable in her own bed, warm, taken care of. Claire never gets to see this part, the after, and it takes her breath away. When she seems to be at least dozing lightly, Claire rises and makes her way into the living room as the first strains of Little Girl Blue filter from the record player. She knows the song, knows it as something a bit melancholy. But she watches Jamie, standing there and listening to the sultry, scratchy voice of Janis Joplin sing about being unhappy. As soon as he’s aware of her, Jamie looks up, then extends his hand.

She’s drawn to him without more prompting and takes his offer. Before she can register it, she’s dancing with him in a slow sway to words about raindrops and sadness. It’s a slow dance, one where they barely move, but she’s very aware of him, the smell of his aftershave and soap where her head rests on his shoulder. Eventually, the song fades into another, but for a long while, they don’t move until she realizes they’re standing completely still, arms wrapped around one another. Raising her head, she looks up just as his head dips and his lips graze hers. It’s a soft kiss, but one she feels blossom deep in her belly. She lets herself get lost in the way she feels right now, in how he feels, the way her body naturally curves to his and there’s no question about how they fit together. Without thinking much about it, Claire’s lips part, inviting him to kiss her deeper, until she realizes what she’s doing.

Kissing a patient’s father.

Breaking the moment by ducking her head, she takes a few deep breaths and lets them out softly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t, it’s… it could be seen as unethical because I’m treating your daughter.”

Immediately, Jamie lets her go, rubbing a hand over his mouth. “I dinna… I dinna want to make ye uncomfortable.”

“It isn’t that, Jamie, it’s not. With Faith as my patient, it just. It clouds things. My judgment,” she explains, and it isn’t a total lie. Though she’s already so attached to that little girl, kissing her father likely doesn’t matter much as far as judgment goes. Still, Claire clears her throat. “I should go.”

Reaching out, Jamie stops the record and nods. “Thank ye. For the gift. I suppose I’ll need to go buy more records,” he says with a gentle smile, trying to ease her, trying to keep her from thinking it’s too awkward now for her to ever return. It’s not the first time in his life he’s been turned down, but it is the first time he’s left feeling dizzy by everything he just felt but can’t have.

“There’s a great place about a mile from here. Huge selection. Something better than old Janis Joplin songs, maybe,” Claire explains as she walks toward the door, semi-apologizing for her selection.

“Something better? I think I have a new favorite song,” he decides.

One he can listen to and remember the way she felt as she pressed close.

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[42wallaby-way-sydney]

@gangstertogangster​ so since we’re on a glee kick for the OCs, I figure now is about as good a time as any just to have more things that totally get said during domestic au lines.

Yelena: Veruchka that isn't how babies happen. Nika: Uh huh! You and mama are both girls and you have me! Yelena, eyes widening, sweats: ... Nika: Hey how did that happen anyway? Where do babies come from? Yelena, driving faster: Ask your mother. Nika: But you are my mother? Yelena: Ask your other mother! ~oOo~ Michael: Look, alcohol is an answer to any problem. It’s not always the best answer but it is an answer. So pass me my wine or not even God himself will be able to save you, Raphael! ~oOo~ Vasya: Nah, my Aunt Shauna loves Olive Garden. They have better bread. Michael: What’s wrong with my restaurant?! It’s authentic Italian! The real deal! Vasya: It isn’t Olive Garden’s. Duh. ~oOo~ Nika: Hey guys, do you mind if I ritualistically slaughter this chicken? Peyton, jaw dropped: Uh... yeah a bit. This is the stage where we’re, you know, about to have a musical practice. Not... make chicken nuggets. ~oOo~ Vasya: That bitch is crazy! He had me kidnapped! Adrian, looks away: ...  Alexei: Ohmygod... ~oOo~ Jack: Papa, where do babies come from? Vladimir: ... Russia and Spain. Matt: That is not- Vladimir: My babies came from Russia and Spain, Matvey! Matt: Well if you want to get technical! Jack was born in Hell’s Kitchen! You idiot! ~oOo~ Mariah: Oh, Misty. Lucille is just... such a delightful child... Misty: Thank you, Mariah. I just... adore Honor... Danny & Shades, both sighing: ... ~oOo~ Matt: What's wrong?! Why are you bleeding?! Vasya, crying: I think I have internal bleeding! Matt: Oh honey. Internal means it's on the inside. Vladimir, smacking the back of Matt's head: Asshole. ~oOo~ Lucille: Breathe in. Now breathe out. Breathe in. ... Jack. Dani. Wake up. Vasya: They don't like meditating very much. Jack, snoring: ... Danielle, snoring: ... ~oOo~ Karen: You taught her how to treat a hemorrhage but not a period?! Matt: I didn't think it was important?! ~oOo~ Taka: I’m like the Malcolm X of our community! ~oOo~ Jack: Hey Siri, what was it like being poor and Asian? Marie: Terrible from what I’ve heard from my grandma. Peyton: Well, the mangoes aren’t as good in America. ~oOo~ Toly: I love fencing. I get to make new friends then stab them. ~oOo~ Vasya: I think I'm dying! Matt: Honey we're all dying. Vladimir, smacks Matt on the back of the head: What is your fucking problem tonight?! ~oOo~ Ravdí: Peyton, when you asked us to choreograph a dance number for this musical, you did not say that it was for Maddie’s zombie love story. Peyton: Yeah! Isn’t it a great idea?! Maddie’s story makes for a great musical and with you and Vas making a dance, I think this will be a big hit! Vasya, staring at Jamie: ... uh huh. Got this.... Ravdí: ... fiiine. We’re choreographing a dance number for zombies in love. Let’s go, Vas. ~oOo~ Bucky, wearing galaxy print yoga pants: Look my pants are out of this world so shove it. Vladimir: ... damn that was good. High five, Yakov. ~oOo~ Honor: Richard, I can taste your axe body spray. Get off of me! ~oOo~ Vasya: Well a drunk Stalin called me and told me that if I wanted Russia, he’d just give it to me! Matt: ... we need new Sunday dinner topics... Shauna: Ooh! I got one! Vladimir! You smell like melted cheese! Jack, whispering to Toly: You owe me five bucks. Eight minutes in and they’re screaming at each other. Matt, sighing: This is fine... Anatoly: I have vodka. Do you want some? ~oOo~ Yelena: If that boy so much as touches her I am destroying him. Natasha: I've already thought of ways we can hide his body. Yelena: I love you so much. ~oOo~ Michael: Both of my girls could kick my ass without even blinking and I find it unbelievably amazing. ~oOo~ Brad: Ooh authentic Chinese food! Diane: It's not Chinese, it's Asian! André: ... ya'll bitches be trippin'. ~oOo~ Richard: So I talked to your sister about who's the boss on this group project. Jack: Uh huh. How'd that go exactly? Who's in charge on your project? Richard: ... it's still unclear. Jack: Right. My sister is in charge, isn't she? Richard, sighing: I can't tell her no. ~oOo~ Maddie: ... why is there a live bear in the house? Marci: What? ... Ahhh! Bear! ~oOo~ Vladimir, saluting lazily: Aye aye captain. Yelena, ugly snort laughs: Shut up Vova. ~oOo~ Bucky: So how's that Eurofest thing going? Vladimir, pausing: ... you mean Eurovision? Bucky, snapping his fingers: Yep! That's it. ... don't look at me like that. I was closer that time than I was earlier. Vladimir: ... this. Is true. I don't even know what you said earlier. ~oOo~ Toly: Hey, Al? Alexei: Yeah? Toly: What was that? Alexei: An icecream commercial. Toly: No the fuck it wasn’t! Don’t you lie to me! ~oOo~ Jack: So you love my sister? Michael: Sí, more than air. Why? Jack: Would you be willing to take a bullet for her? Michael: ... yes? Why? Jack: I'll see you at the pier later tonight, Moretti. ~oOo~ Alexei: Man if one more person tells me that I am appropriating my own got dang culture Imma beat someone's ass. ~oOo~ Richard: I can't believe you said that! If you weren't a lady, I'd deck you! Vasya: You try and I'll have you on your back so fast you'll think you're out on a date! ~oOo~ Raphael: Wait, wait, wait! Hold on. You’re dumping me? For him? Nika, rolling her eyes: No, I’m dumping you, period. And then I’m gonna be with him. Period. If... that’s okay with him, question mark. Francis: Totally. Exclamation point. Raphael: Oh puke. Parenthesis, bold, underline. Michael, holding Smolya: Snort laughing. ... period. Raphael: Why are you even here? Michael: This is my apartment! ~oOo~ Yelena, after explaining a plan: It’s brilliant, right? Vladimir: Not brilliant at all. Yelena: Thanks for being on board. Vladimir: No. Not on board. Yelena: It means a lot. Vladimir: Big mistake. Very big mistake. Yelena: This will be wonderful! Vladimir: We are going to die slow, painful deaths. ~oOo~ Yelena: You get them! Vladimir: No you go get them! Natasha: What is going on out here? Yelena: We thought- Vladimir: Ah! No! There was no 'we'! Yelena: Shut up! We thought that the girls needed some life lessons... Vladimir: It was Lena's idea. Matt: Don't you dare tell me that Vasya and Nika, who are small toddlers may I add, are somewhere up there on that 100 foot tall building! Yelena: Okay, we won't. Vladimir: ... again, her idea. ~oOo~ Vasya: Fuck you! Dimitri: Later. Now shut up. I was talking. ~oOo~ Jack: I want to kill those guys! Vladimir: No! Matt: What a shocking turn of events... Vladimir: I don’t want you to bloody your beautiful hands! I will do it! ~oOo~ Vladimir: Oh congrats! You’ve made my seven year old look like a whore! Shauna: I think she looks great! Vasya: I think I want a leather jacket and combat boots now! Matt, groaning: Our seven year old is joining the mafia! ~oOo~ Rikki: I am a chapstick lesbian- is that the proper term for this? Because I’m not a lipstick lesbian, I’m definitely not femme, but I’m not entirely butch either? So I think I identify as a chaptstick les- screw it. I identify as chapstick! Just chapstick! Darla: What kind of chaptstick though? Sasha: Is it cherry? Because I see you as a cherry. ~oOo~ Marie: I’m like a Little Ceaser’s Pizza. Always hot and ready to go. Jack: Oh my god... Peyton: You’re gross. And I hate you. ~oOo~ Alexei: Toly’s a crackhead. Toly: I am not! I’m a motha fucking ganster! Alexei: See? Smokes crack. Andrey: I’m seeing myself out of this argument. ~oOo~ Yelena: All these screaming babies and yelling mothers and angry dads and annoying teenagers. They make me want to shoot up this mall. Nika: You cannot say that in public! Yelena: Why not?! It’s my second amendment right to shoot up a shopping center! Nika: NO! ~oOo~ Darla: I’m not much into BDSM. If I wanted to be whipped and chained up I’d just go back in time. ~oOo~ Peyton: Oh my sweet, poor, Japanese cherry blossom... Taka: Thank you. ~oOo~ Michael: This person wants us to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to them?! What?! Rahphael, snorts: That’s not happening. What do they think this is? Applebees?! ~oOo~ Peyton: It annoys me so much when people come here asking if we have a table and then get so offended when we don’t have them because of incoming reservations. Jamie: Honestly! What do they think this is?! Applebees?! We are a five star establishment! ~oOo~ Anatoly: You three better eat these pierogies! I didn’t starve in Utkin for you to deny yourselves food! Alexei, Toly, and Andrey, sighing: Yes, sir... ~oOo~ Bucky: You are a whole ass menace to society! Yelena: I will live. ~oOo~ Wesley: ... I’ve lost Maya. Fisk: Again, Wesley? Wesley, sighing: Unfortunately. ~oOo~ Lucy: I fear nothing. Not even god. Dani, Vasya, and Honor, watching her drink a smoothie: You’re disgusting. Jack: Can I have some of your smoothie? ~oOo~ Daisy: Being an inhuman is genetic. Vladimir: She gets this from your side of the family, Matthew! Daisy: But... you two adopt- Matt: I know. Don’t ask. Go with it. ~oOo~ Ian: Ugh, what do I take for hangovers? Darla: How horribly caucasian. Marie, snorts: Ha! Darla: Well isn’t it?! Marie, shrugging: I don’t know. I get the Asian flush so I take medicine before drinking. ~oOo~ Vladimir: I wonder what she’s going to buy... Matt: I wonder where she got the money... Jack: Vasi’s buying a bag of pepperoni! ~oOo~ Shauna: Look, we all know Toly won’t get into Harvard otherwise- Toly: What if I don’t want to go to Harvard?! Shauna: Ugh fine! Yale then! Toly: But mom- Shauna: Harvard or Yale Anatoly Jr! ~oOo~ Vasya: At least you all woke up in a bed! I woke up in the garbage! Jack: Okay. But. That’s nothing new. Nika, elbows him: Don’t be rude. ~oOo~ Sasha: I was in the dumpster! The dumpster! Rikki: My mom is blue! Darla: So I can see that this is a very stressful time for you both... ~oOo~ Dani: Lucy’s gonna be a minute. Vasya: Did she wake up in the trash too? Dani: No, she woke up half Asian. Lucy’s having a full blown identity crisis. ~oOo~ Vladimir: Your house is full! Full of sadness and emptiness! Yelena: Alright first off, you’re rude. Second, you’re a hoarder! ~oOo~ Sam: We don’t need this! Bucky: Sam, need and want are two different things. ~oOo~ Matt: I may not have vision but at least I have taste! ~oOo~ Vladimir: Ooh! For realsky?! Vasya: For suresky! ~oOo~ Anatoly: No son of mine is going to listen to shitty rap about doing cocaine! Alexei, thinking to himself: Please don’t tell mom... Anatoly: And Alexei Anatolyevitch! I am telling! Your mother! Alexei: Noooo!!!! ~oOo~ Therapist: Mr. Murdock, I think that Ms. Natchios may be one of your triggers. Matt: Please! I don’t have triggers! I am fine! Vladimir, snorts and coughs to cover it up: Okay. Elektra: Suuure you are Matthew. Matt: I will throw this chair at you, I swear to God! Don’t test me! ~oOo~ Shauna, lunging for Wesley: Augh! I can’t take it anymore! Vladimir, watching her punch Wesley: Shauna has earned my respect. Matt: It only took you five years to give it to her... ~oOo~ Jack: I’m so American that my favorite food is a McDonald’s cheeseburger! ~oOo~ Vladimir: If all your friends jumped off a cliff, would you?! Vasya: I dunno! Maybe if they invited me! Matt, slowly rubs his temples: ... I have a headache now... ~oOo~ Yelena: I drive like I have nothing to live for. Which I don’t really. Vladimir: Remind me to never drive near you with my children in the car. Natasha: And remind me to drive Nika around from now on. ~oOo~ Rikki: What do Asian parents beat their kids with? Francis: I don’t know. Textbooks? Ian: Rulers with F’s written on them? Jack: Slippers? Marie, glaring: I’m judging you all harshly. Jack: But are we wrong?! Marie: They feed us! Francis: Well that’s not a punishment. Marie: It is if you don’t like the thing they’re making you eat. ~oOo~ Vladimir: Has anyone seen my son?! He’s about yay tall! Clearly gay! But we haven’t had the talk yet! ~oOo~ Yelena: SHOW ME LOVE! SHOW ME LOVE! Nika: Mom... what is going on? Natasha, stirring her coffee: Oh just the usual amount of bullshit I deal with on a daily basis due to your other mother. ~oOo~ Maddie: I’m supposed to be in class. Ravdí: It’s okay, I’m supposed to be at work. ~oOo~ Darla: Oh what do I know?! Only what’s best for you! Rikki: I’m self destructive. Darla: I was just kidding. Rikki: I wasn’t. ~oOo~ Anatoly: How’s your dad’s restaurant doing? Alex: Very well. Alexei: Grandpa deletes bad reviews off his facebook so it only has five star reviews. He sees two stars, delete! Five star, it stays. Alex: He needs to fix the roof. Anatoly: ... what’s wrong with the roof? Alex: It’s old. Alexei: It leaks. Alex: The AC needs to be fixed too. Anatoly: What’s wrong with the AC? Alex: It’s old. Alexei: It’s broken. Shauna: ... I love your dad’s restaurant! ~oOo~ Vasya: Does anyone know if the damage control shampoo works on PTSD? Adrian: What about emotions? Asking for a friend. ~oOo~ Yelena: Oh god it’s missing! Natasha: What is? Yelena: The... the thing! Natasha, turning to face Yelena with baby Nika in her arms: What ‘thing’, Lenosha? Yelena, sighing in relief: Oh thank god, you found it. Natasha: ... you mean our daughter?! ~oOo~ Francis: A four letter word starting with ‘c’. Go! Rikki: Cock! Jack: Cunt! Rikki: Ooh! Nice one. Vasya: ... mine is corn. Nika: Well that’s adorable. Darla: Cute. ~oOo~ Vladimir: So it’s just a girls night? Vasya: Yeah, we’re just going to see a movie, grab a bite to eat, talk to the dead, and, if we have time, try to commit arson. Vladimir: Okay, have fun and don’t come back too late! Matt: ... after all that you just let her leave?! She said she’s going to commit arson, Vladimir! Vladimir: No, she said they’re going to try! They have to talk to the dead first, Matthew! ~oOo~ Matt, on the phone with Brett: Yeah, hey, if you get a call about a fire, can you give me a call? No reason. ~oOo~ Ravdí: Hey! I waterboarded myself! ~oOo~ Honor: This is a three day vacation! Lucy: Where are we supposed to be sleeping?! Richard: Well I just assumed you two would be inside each other. Jack, spits his drink out: ... ~oOo~ Vasya: So I met this girl at this coffee shop this morning- Honor: Oh no... No no no no. Vasi. You will not come out of this alive. Vasya: Uh... excuse me? Honor: She’s clearly a cannibal. Have you looked at yourself? You’re clearly an easy target. You’re a ballerina and very well marbled. If I were stuck on a deserted island with no food, I would absolutely eat you first. Literally everyone just stares: ... ~oOo~ AJ, the highschool art teacher, very clearly drunk: Listening to Brad talk is like listening to a horny bear claw into a chalkboard. I’m not pleased. Matt: ... well neither am I with that in mind. Shauna: I’m going to throw up. Bucky: God I love PTA meetings! ~oOo~ Honor: Gay kid! Alexei, blinks a lot: ... Honor: Asian girl! Marie: ... Marie. It’s not a hard name. Honor: Asian girl two! Peyton, inhaling deeply: ... she’s a kid. Breathe... Honor: Panda Express! Jamie: ... I swear to god... Honor: Weird twins! Rikki and Darla, blink and roll their eyes: ... Honor: Creepy incest twins! Jack and Vasya: ... we are not- Richard: Okay! So theater club meeting is in session now! ~oOo~ Ravdí: Sloppy babies! You’re all sloppy babies! Dani: Maybe we shouldn’t be calling the freshmen that. And give them encouraging words of wisdom instead? Ravdí: No! They keep dropping their flags! Again, babies! ~oOo~ Richard: Aren’t most of you gay? Honor: How dare you! ~oOo~ Ravdí: I’m sorry. All this time I’ve been treating you like an unpaid intern. When what I should have been doing is treating you like a paid intern. ~oOo~ Jack: Buenos dias, fuckboy! Ian, screaming shrilly: ... ~oOo~ Alexei: We’re all going to die someday. Well. Some of us. Toly: If you figure out immortality you have to share. Alexei: Uh. No. You’re annoying. Andrey: Will you share with me? Alexei: Maybe. ~oOo~ Alexei: Let’s come together! Like Voltron! Andrey: I’m the leg! Toly, rolling his eyes, softly but with feeling: ... fiiine. Losers. ~oOo~ Jack: I wrote this song for my sister! Vasya, closing her eyes, softly but with feeling: Ohgodno... Jack: I wrote this song to tell her that I’m always by her side! Even when we fight! Vladimir & Matt: Aww! ~oOo~ Andrey: Sometimes I feel like Ugolyok films me while in the shower and is waiting to sell the videos on Craigslist. Toly: ... what is wrong with you...? Alexei: ... I... uh... kay. ~oOo~ Lucy and Honor, trapped in an elevator, staring at a creepy puppet on a bike: ... What the ... hell... The puppet: Hello, girls. Let’s play a game. Lucy and Honor, banging on the door: Get us out of here! ~oOo~ Dani: You’re not letting them out of the elevator, are you? Richard: Nope. Not until they confess their feelings. Vasya: This is maniacal... I like this plan. Jack: You are all. So fucked up. ~oOo~ Maddie: I’m going to start projectile vomiting any second now... ~oOo~ The Principal of the highschool: I say we release the hounds into the school. Nick, the highschool science teacher, eyes wide: Let us not do that. AJ, the highschool art teacher: I think it might build character and therefore I veto Nick. ~oOo~ Ravdí, screaming as she runs down the hall: Why are there so many dogs in the hallways?! Vasya: This is the opposite of a problem! Francis: I love them all! Nika, climbing up the lockers, and hissing: Leave me alone! Unless you’re planning on eating my math homework! ~oOo~ Vasya: I will stop at nothing until you are homeless and drinking gutter water. Richard: Ouch. You’re rude.

[annawoodhull]

super detailed OC ask 1 & 12

Thanks so much! Since there wasn’t a specific OC mentioned, I’ll just use all the ones I’m currently writing 😊

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

Abigail Elizabeth Williams (When We Were Young, Turn Washington’s Spies):

I don’t know what made me choose the name Abigail Williams. It just sort of came to me. Maybe I had The Crucible at the back of my mind while coming up with her name, which I hope doesn’t reflect my Abigail’s character at all haha. According to Behind the Name.com, Abigail means “my father is joy”, which makes a certain plot point in the fic so much deeper than I intended since I had no idea her first name meant that. Elizabeth means “my God is an oath”, which I think suits her really well. She is incredibly loyal to her friends and family, and when she makes a promise, she intends to keep it.

Darrick Merlyn (The Queen and Her Wildling, Game of Thrones)

Darrick comes from The Iron Islands, so I had to choose a family house for him. I chose Merlyn for the fact it’s one of the more important Houses on the Iron Islands, and honestly, I just like the name. The meaning for Darrick was interesting to search for. After several clicks through different variants, it comes from the name “Theodoric”, meaning “ruler of the people”. Merlyn means “sea fortress”, so I think GRRM chose that name very well for a canon House. I think this fits Darrick very well.  He’s a natural born leader and is a child of the sea, yet he went against his family, who is very pro-Dany and chose to follow his heart to the North to pursue Sansa Stark and give Jon Snow a run for his money.

Jaeda Baratheon (King & Lionheart, Game of Thrones)

The only legitimate child of Robert Baratheon, Jaeda is one of my newest OC babies. Jaeda means “gift” and there wasn’t a meaning for Baratheon, since I suspect GRRM made it up. I chose this surname specifically because it’s a very important part of her backstory. Again, I hadn’t researched her name beyond a Game of Thrones name generator for ideas. In a way, she’s a gift for Jamie who finally gets to be a father to her that he has been denied being for so long due to circumstances and such. I wish I could say more but spoilers shhhh lol

Brenna “Bree” Arundel (Into The Unknown, Star Wars):

Bree actually means a disturbance or something similar in Gaelic, which influenced my decision to use Brenna – an influence from Outlander obviously lol. Brenna is a variant of Brenda, which means “sword”, which is very interesting considering she’s training to be a Jedi under Rey. Arundel apparently means valley or something, and I mostly chose it because I like the way it sounded. Funny enough, I didn’t realize it sounded liked Arendell until a friend of mine made a Frozen reference, which is hilarious considering a) the name of the fic (Into the Unknown) and b) the fic plot haha

12. What is their favourite food?

Abigail:

She really enjoys cooking, so it’s kind of difficult to pinpoint a favorite food for her, although I can say she’s come to really appreciate food more after her days disguised as a soldier in the Continental Army. I can see her having developed a sweet tooth from not having access to it for so long. After the war is over, she and Ben get to babysit little Thomas, who definitely has a sweet tooth. As a result, she often finds herself baking things with him, and tarts have definitely become her favorite. You can do anything with tarts, either a desert or a side dish, so I can see her liking them a lot, especially as a desert.

Darrick:Growing up on the Iron Islands, agriculture wasn’t possible due their lands and soil levels and it went the Old Gods’ wishes. Naturally, he has grown up with seafood all of his life, and ironically, he doesn’t realize how tired of it he is until he travels to Winterfell and discovers his love for their meat and vegetable stew, which Sansa finds endearing about him. Winterfell doesn’t have anything fancy as they do in King’s Landing or any place else, but mostly vegetables and meats, but to Darrick, it’s a new favorite treat.

Jaeda:Growing up in King’s Landing, Jaeda has experienced an array of different foods. Like Sansa, she has a sweet tooth, but instead of lemon cakes, she has a weakness for honey cakes. As for regular food, she really enjoys a good stew or soup, which her other siblings tease her for because of all the foods they’re presented with, that’s what she chooses, something simple and boring. But sometimes simple and boring can be nice, especially in a world run by backstabbing politics and other dangers.

Brenna:She loves noodles. If we look at anything in the Star Wars universe, I think noodles is a safe bet. She’s not fully vegetarian, but she’s inclined not to eat meat from creatures that she’s interacted with/find adorable and feels too guilty to think of them as nourishment, although she doesn’t mind the occasional Nerf nugget.