#little bean ain't getting comfort

[averycutesalamander]

AHHH 11! 11! 11!

decided to combine these into one :)

11: Telling them a dumb joke just to see them smile

22: Listening to them while they vent

“And I’m guessin’ he didn’t apologize?” Boothill drawls, working his jaw.

“Of fucking course he didn’t!” you huff, gesticulating wildly. “He acted like I was the one inconveniencing him – like it wasn't his dog that was off-leash and fucking tackling people!”

“Bastard better be glad it didn't hurt ya,” he mutters darkly, “or I'd need to introduce him to my gun.”

You slump down into yourself, pressing your face into your hands and making a frustrated noise, long and loud. He places a comforting hand on your back, tracing slow, gentle circles to soothe you. Finally, you settle, sighing wearily.

“More trouble than it's worth,” you mumble, rubbing at your temples. “I just need to stop thinking about it. There's really nothing else to be done right now.”

Well, if it were up to him, he'd knock on the guy's door and deck him for being a moron, but you never like it when he tries to resolve minor disputes like this with his fists, so he'll let it go – for your sake.

He hums in acknowledgement, examining you for a long moment as silence descends between you. Your shoulders are still tense, and he can hear that your heart rate is still a bit faster than usual, so you're clearly still thinking about it…

Maybe he can give you a hand.

“What's the difference between a piano, a tuna, and a pot of glue?” he suddenly asks, utterly nonchalant.

You go still under his touch, and when you look up from your hands, your expression is completely baffled. “...Is this another one of your weird fucking anecdotes?”

“I ain't tellin’,” he says, a small note of smugness in his voice. “C'mon, guess!”

You scrunch your brows in thought. “Uh… Something about tuning a piano?”

He smirks. “Close. You can tuna piano, but ya can't piano a tuna.”

You snicker, and his heart swells at the sight of your smile. Then, you raise a brow expectantly. “What about the glue?”

His grin widens as he waggles one finger at you. “Ah, I knew you'd get stuck there.”

He watches in open delight as you pause, then burst into laughter, shaking your head and rolling your eyes in playful exasperation. “That's so stupid.”

He shrugs, unbothered. “It made ya laugh, so it did its job.”

You finally straighten your posture, eyeing him fondly for a moment, a little smile on your face. “You're too sweet,” you mumble, a gentle sort of warmth in your eyes.

He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Only for you, angel.”

(He'll never get tired of that expression on your face – that look of complete and utter adoration, something quieter than awe but somehow just as grand. He's sure he looks just the same.)

“Hm… What's–” you suddenly snicker, biting your lip in a fruitless effort to keep yourself together. “What's the difference between a garbanzo bean and a chickpea?”

He tilts his head quizzically. “They're the same thing, ain't they?”

“Nope,” you say, broken up by laughter. “I wouldn't pay ten thousand credits to have a garbanzo bean on my face.”

He blinks at you cluelessly for a moment, the gears in his brain churning. Your smile widens even further as you watch his expression shift. In thought, he murmurs, “A chickpea on your…”

The joke hits him all at once, and he bursts into laughter, wild and hearty.

“That's awful!” he laughs, pressing one hand to his face as you snicker.

“It made you laugh,” you sing, bumping his shoulder with yours.

(God, he loves you.)

“Alright, alright,” he chuckles, then clears his throat in a futile attempt to compose himself. “So, a cat and a dog were leadin’ a caravan a’ pioneers…”

On and on and on it goes, until the memory of your irritation fades into oblivion and laughter rushes in to fill the gaps.

(He loves your smile too much to let you stay angry for long, after all.)

@opheliaflavoredinstantnoodles @ikeagroceries @shadowstadium @theswashbucklingspy @cosmo112 @fxngtasy @rinzis

[slut4smokemoore09]

When You Know, You Know "Beautiful"

Evangelize was damn near rearranging canned goods in the pantry.

She ain't even eat canned food like that.

But anything was better than turnin' around and lookin' at Sammie, who'd been standin' by the fridge, arms crossed, starin' like he saw right through her.

She stacked two cans of green beans next to corn, then moved 'em back. Then did it again. Like it mattered.

"You keep avoidin' me like I don't notice," Sammie said, voice calm but cuttin' through the silence like a blade.

She didn't flinch, but her hand paused halfway to the next can.

"I ain't avoidin' you," she muttered, eyes glued to the label. "I just got things to do."

His footsteps moved closer behind her.

"What, pantry inventory?" he asked, dry. "Ain't nobody touched them cans in three months, ma."

She rolled her eyes and turned around, trying to brush past him. "I got other things I could be doin'."

He caught her hand before she could leave.

Not hard. Not rough.

But final.

She looked up, and he was already close.

Trapped.

He was quiet—always had been—but now it came with weight. That unspoken kind of control that made it hard to breathe.

"I don't get you," he said, brows low. "I told you how I feel. I put that shit out there. But you act like you ain't hear me."

"I heard you," she snapped, pulling her hand back. "I just ain't entertainin' it."

He tilted his head. "Why not?"

"Because," she said, arms crossing now, voice sharp. "You ain't grown enough."

That made Sammie's jaw tighten just a little.

"I'm twenty-one," she added, like it proved everything. "You still twenty. Still wet behind the ears."

He stepped in.

Not fast. Not loud.

Just deliberate.

And when her eyes flicked to the side, avoiding him, his hand lifted slowly and gripped her throat.

Not gentle. Not cruel either.

Just firm. Possessive. Like he could feel every stutter in her breath and wanted to own it.

He didn't squeeze. Just held her like she was his.

"Look at me," he said, soft but stern.

She hesitated.

Then looked.

Big mistake.

His eyes were calm, steady... and heating her up from the inside.

"You don't believe that," he murmured.

"I do."

"You don't," he said again, quieter now. "You just tryin' to make yourself believe it."

Her pulse jumped under his fingers.

He felt it.

His thumb brushed her skin once, lazy, like he knew what it was doing to her.

"You keep sayin I ain't grown," he said, voice low and smooth. "But you the one runnin' from somethin'. Not me."

She swallowed hard, chest tight. Her knees weren't helping.

He leaned in just enough to crowd her space, to let her feel the weight of his words.

Then he let go.

Walked away.

Left her in the doorway, breath shallow, heat risin' to her cheeks, tryin' to catch her damn breath.

And in the back of her mind, all she could think was: If that's what bein' twenty look like, I might be the one who ain't ready.

In the quiet solitude of their room, she lay on her bed, the pillow clutched tightly to her chest. Her thoughts swirled around him like a tornado, refusing to be silenced by the gentle hum of the night. 

His words had been a siren's call, echoing through her mind, making her pulse race with a need she didn't understand. He'd always had a way with her, a way of making her feel...less than whole. Less than ready.

The clock on her wall glared at her, taunting her with the lateness of the hour. But sleep was a distant dream, as elusive as the clarity she sought. Her body felt alive with the memory of his touch, the warmth of his breath on her skin. She threw off the covers, the heat of her own thoughts becoming too much to bear. Her feet carried her almost involuntarily to the bathroom, the cold tiles a stark contrast to the fire in her veins.

She turned on the shower, waiting just long enough for the water to steam up the glass before stepping in.

The heat hit her like a warning.

Beatin' down on her shoulders, rollin' down her back—it felt less like comfort and more like a punishment. Like maybe the water was trying to burn off all the want she was too scared to name.

She let it come anyway.

Didn't flinch.

Didn't move.

Just stood there with her eyes closed, lettin' it run over her skin, hopin' it'd rinse away them thoughts that had been creepin' in every time she shut her eyes.

But the more that heat soaked in, the deeper them thoughts went.

His eyes. The way he looked at her was like he already knew what she was hiding.

The way his thumb had pressed right there, against the side of her neck, where her heartbeat had jumped without permission.

She felt it again now. Not his hand.

But the ghost of it.

And a slow shiver chased down her spine—one that ain't had nothin' to do with the damn water.

She leaned her head back, let the stream hit her face.

But no matter how long she stood there, she couldn't wash him off her skin.

Not when the memory of his touch still lingered like steam on the mirror.

The water streamed down her body as she leaned against the tiles, the heat of the shower enveloping her in a cocoon of desire. She imagined his hands exploring her, claiming her in a way that she had never been claimed before. 

The ache grew stronger, her movements more frantic, as she recalled the way he had looked at her, like he knew exactly what she was feeling, what she needed. Her breath grew ragged, and she bit her lip to stifle the whimpers that threatened to escape.

Her thoughts grew more vivid, the line between reality and fantasy blurring until she could almost feel him there with her. She pictured his strong arms wrapping around her, his muscled chest pressing against her back as his hands found her most sensitive spots. 

Her breathing hitched as she touched herself in the way she knew he would—firmly, with a confidence that she had never experienced before. The thought of his mouth whispering sweet nothings into her ear, his breath hot and moist against her skin, sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

Her legs trembled as she reached the precipice, her hand moving in time with the pulsing rhythm of her desire. She could almost feel his thumb circling her clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure, building the tension until she thought she might shatter. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensations, the water a gentle caress against her skin as her hand worked its magic. The image of him was so real she could almost taste it.

Her breath grew shallow, and her hips bucked as she chased the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. The water beat down on her back, mixing with the sweat that had gathered at the nape of her neck. She bit down harder on her lip, stifling the cry that wanted to escape, her body tightening around her fingers. The tension coiled in her belly, a delicious knot of need that demanded release.

In her mind's eye, she saw his face, the way his jaw would clench as he fought to hold back his own desire. Her hand moved faster, her other hand bracing herself against the tiles as she approached the peak. She could almost feel his heat, his breath against her ear as he whispered sweet, dirty nothings that sent shivers down her spine. 

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, stealing her breath and making her knees buckle. She clung to the wall, her body trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over her. The water continued to cascade down her body, mingling with the tears that slid down her cheeks.

It wasn't sadness that brought them on; it was the intensity of the release, the stark realization of just how much she wanted him.

Steam clung to the bathroom mirror, fogging her reflection into a ghost. Her limbs felt heavy, her pulse still beating between her thighs as she wrapped a towel around herself, barely remembering how to walk.

The bathroom door eased open with a creak.

She stepped out, skin still wet and glistening under the overhead light. The towel she grabbed barely reached mid-thigh, clinging to her damp curves like it was scared to let go. Her hair dripped onto her collarbone, chest rising and falling as she moved toward her dresser.

She didn't hear him at first.

The soft crunch.

The laugh track.

The hum of the TV.

Then her eyes cut to the bed—froze.

Sammie was sprawled out like he owned the place, chips in hand, watching Martin like she ain't just rocked the whole damn house two minutes ago. One ankle crossed over the other, bag resting on his stomach, remote balanced on his thigh.

His eyes lifted to her slow, trailing from her toes up over her legs... the curve of her hips... the glisten of her damp skin peeking from beneath the barely-there towel. He didn't rush it. Didn't hide it.

His lips parted slightly, eyes darkening as they dragged up her body. Then he bit his bottom lip—slow, sharp—with a heat that made her stomach twist.

She stood frozen, breath caught in her throat.

He sat up.

Tossed the remote to the side. Dropped the chip bag on the floor.

His eyes never left her as he stood. His steps were slow, quiet, sure.

He got close—real close.

So close, the warmth of him clung to her already-overheated skin, the scent of his cologne mixing with the steam still rising from her body.

His eyes flicked down her figure one more time, dragged slowly, deliberately.

Then he bit his bottom lip. Just a little.

Leaning in, his breath brushed her ear.

"If it makes you feel better... you sound beautiful."

[reijisteacup]

👉👈 love your blog so much! How do you think the boys would react to their S/O just passing out while leaning against them, like laying their head on either their shoulder, or lap?

Hii Thank youuuuuu pooks💕💕 Happy to have you here. I can do that for sure!! Alrighty lets see

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Sakamaki's

Shu Sakamaki:

Shu would think you are super adorable. He is letting you sleep and he is sleeping right on with you. You both are side by side sleeping together and sometimes he turns his music off to listen to your heartbeat and cute snores.

Reiji Sakamaki:

Reiji would be worried about your sleep schedule. He would start to prepare a routine for you to get better sleep. He would pick you up princess style and carry you into your shared bed and stay close by while you sleep. Making small meals and having drinks nearby for when you wake up.

Laito Sakamaki:

Laito gives you his coat and has you snuggle up closer to him. He would wrap you in his arms and give you small kisses om your forehead while you sleep. Sometimes when he knows for a fact that you are in deep sleep he will talk to you about how you make him feel. His mask fading as he speaks about how much he loves and appreciates you.

Kanato Sakamaki:

Kanato is cuddling up to you but he ain't sleeping. He likes watching you sleep. Maybe a little creepy but Kanato likes to take in your features. He wants to look at every nook and cranny of your face, inspecting you and your beauty.

Ayato Sakamaki:

Totally the type to doodle on your face as you sleep. Would get a marker and draw dicks and mustaches in your face. He would also take cute pictures of you drooling on his shoulder as you sleep. In a more serious note he tries so hard to be still to not wake you. He wants you to be as well rested as possible.

Subaru Sakamaki:

Subaru is protective when you sleep. He would pick you up your body over his shoulder and he will carry you towards his coffin. He holds you close grumbling out how much of a pain you are for passing out. (not seriously angry though)

Mukami's

Ruki Mukami:

Ruki would read his book while you are asleep on his shoulder, and he would put you a little more comfortable on his lap. I feel stroke your hair or give you back rubs as you sleep. Will be adamant that you take care of your sleep schedule more.

Kou Mukami:

Kou is taking pictures of you while you sleep. Social media boyfriend. He would post your hair or your figure against his lap. After taking pictures, he would cuddle with you and sleep with you.

Yuma Mukami:

Yuma will let you sleep on top of him if you pass out. He is literally a giant so your small figure will be a small bean while he lays on his back. Yuma would be in his head a bit thinking about how much he loves you and how cute you are and then slowly drift off to sleep. Booty rubs all the way.

Azusa Mukami:

Azusa will be a little shocked when you pass out on his shoulder. He would lay your head in his lap and caress your hair as you sleep. The breeze would blow as you peacefully sleep, and he looks out to the sky happy with the beauty in his surroundings.

Tsukinami's

Carla Tsukinami:

Carla is a caretaker. He would question your sleep schedule and make you meals while you are asleep and make sure you have drinks prepared when you are awake. He would then come back to your sleeping figure and lay next to you facing you while you sleep.

Shin Tsukinami:

Shin is a big cuddler and if you fall asleep on him would joke at you and shit talk a bit but afterwards, he would grab you into a comfortable position and let you sleep. Rubbing your hair while looking up at the ceiling.

[ysrjune]

Ok so u made this little story about Dallas Winston and yn but at the end she just leaves can you please make a part two Im begging

nah I'm good fam

jk LMFAO yes I can bb 💖 if anyone is wondering what this is a part 2 to---here's the link -> CLICK HERE.

Love of my life you've hurt me

I forgot I even have stuff about Dally on my account.. i need to start making mutuals that dont only write about hayden christensen or sw cause dayum. Also, I know Dally is like 17 and i think I accidentally made reader like 15.. ignore that. She's the same age as Dally.

The rest of that week, you didn't hear about Dally but you did about his gang. You saw them often as well. Going on your walks in the morning, you always saw a boy named ponyboy on his way to school. There was also another kid following him around and then waiting for him outside until the school day ended. His name is Johnny. Everyone knows Johnny and his unfortunate situation at home. You wanted to make him feel like he had other friends other than ponyboy and those other hoods, so on that Friday morning when pony went into the building, you walked up to Johnny.

Not to your surprise, he didn't really say anything. Nor did he even make eye contact. But you being you, you just kept talking. Soon enough over the next month--yes, month, he sort of became your friend. You would walk with him and pony in the mornings to school ever since you started high school again. Still, you hadn't seen Dallas, but ponyboy DID tell you about him.. not that you even asked, either. He just started talking about him. "Im pretty sure he only tolerates me cause of Johnny. Johnny's like his pet." The boy says. Johnny looks over to pony and scoffs. "I aint no pet of Dallys. He just.. we're just pals is all."

It was getting suspicious how much pony would talk about Dal. Had the older boy said something to him? The answer was definetly. During lunch, you sat with pony and confronted him. "Dallas said somethin' about me to you, didnt he, Michael?" Calling him ponyboy sort of icked you out. he said he didn't care at first and that you had to call him that like everyone else did, but once Johnny spilled the beans about his middle name, you wouldn't stop calling him Micahel, and the boy just had to learn to deal with it. "Uhm, yeah. Said you was friends back in the day. He aint around much so i thought that you might wanna know more about what ol' Dal has been up to since he don't even talk to you."

"Is he ignoring me on purpose?" You ask with no shame. Pony looks at you right in the eye and back at his lunch. "I dunno. He doesn't really talk about you." He shrugs. "Michael, you know something! Tell me!", "Would ya quit callin' me that?! My name is Ponyboy!" he knew it was no use to correct you for the hundreth time, but it was a habit by now. "No. Now tell me or I oughta shove you into my locker." You threaten. "Jesus, okay okay." Pony groans and shakes his head. "Don't tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE about this.. so.. he's.. he's scared to talk to you. He feels awkward, Doesn't know what to say to you. Thats all I know, though. i swear it. I overheard him talkin' with the other guys.", "So Johnny knows, then?", "Nah, he knows as much as I do.. I think. I dunno. You can ask him, but I don't think he'll rat on Dally to you. Or anyone at that." RRRIINNNGGG. Saved by the bell.. you'll get him later.

Saturday. You had the nuts to walk over to the Curtis house to get ponyboy. On your way there, Johnny saw you and ran up to you. "Hey, where you goin?" He asks with his hands jammed in his pockets. "Off to Michael's house. need to ask him something about.." You looked at Johnny. "Hold on, he said you know why Dallas won't talk to me." You stop walking and face Johnny. "Come on, John. You gotta tell me what he said! You and I are best friends, ain't we?" You touch his shoulder. "Woah. I dunno about all that." He raises an eyebrow. Jesus Christ, he was so sassy with you. He's gotten comfortable. Maybe cause you were usually so nice to him. "Please John? Please! I need to know! I haven't seen him since I moved here!", "Nuh-uh, no way! It can't be done. I told him I wouldnt tell you!", "So he knows you and I talk? Can you at least tell me what you say to him about me?" Johnny was starting to cringe a little bit. Why were you so desperate..

"Why do you care so much? he's just a guy!", "Cause he was my best friend, Johnny. Come on, please?" You ask nicely. Johnny groaned and gave in. "Fine, fine." He sighs and starts walking the opposite direction, assuming you'd follow. "The first time I ever mentioned you was, like.. a month ago? I just said that some random gal came up to me 'n started talkin' to me. He didn't ask much. Just what your name was, and when I told him, he didn't react like how maybe you'd hope he would. He shrugged it off and was like 'oh, okay." Johnny explains. "Uh.. anything else i've said is just about how you're real nice and I walk you and pony to school.", "Okay.." You replied. "Just let me in on one thing, alright? Just one more thing. Does he not wanna talk to me? Has he been ignoring you?", "Ignoring you?" Johnny snorts. "Yeah, sure. If being in the cooler is ignoring you, then yeah. Totally avoiding you."

Oh.. Dallas was arrested.. how didn't that come to mind? "How long has he been in there?" You ask. "Since a week after you moved here. He slashed some guys tires and then fought him."

TIMESKIP BECAUSE IM #LAZYAF

Johnny was walking around with Two-Bit and Dally. Dal and Two were sort of arguing about something, but it wasn't really serious. It was more like name calling each other. "Yeah? Well that's why you're a big ol' scaredy cat! Too scared to talk to a girl. thought you was a ladies man, Dal." It was so stupid. It shouldn't have bothered Dally as much as it did, but he couldnt help it. "Shut your damn mouth, I aint scared. I just.. got nothin' to say to the broad. 'S gonna be weird If I just stand there in front of her and stare like an idiot. If she wants to talk, she can come to me, but I don;t got nothing to say, so." He shrugs. Two-bit side-eyed Johnny. "Alright, man. I didn't need a whole explanation. You could have just called me a bastard." All of a sudden, the mickey mouse lover started laughing hard. "Man, you are a bastard." Dallas rolls his eyes and turns around for a minute, lighting a cig. "Hey, Jahnny, you wanna go see if--" Dallas turns back around, but Johnny wasn't there. Just Two laughing extra hard. "Where'd he go?" Dally asked. "Man, he booked it! You shoulda seen it. Funniest thing I ever seen!" He cracks up even more, gasping for air.

Banging was at your door. it startled you. "HEY! HEY I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! OPEN THE DOOR! CMON, NOW! BEFORE THEY SEE ME!" Johnny's voice called from the other side. Oh dear, was he in trouble? You ran to the door and opened it quickly and all of a sudden he was fine. "Hey, how are you?" He asks normally and slides in. "What? Johnny.. Why-- Why in the hell were you hollerin' like that?! Thought you was in some serious trouble, boy!", "Sorry, I just needed to get you to open the door." He shrugs. "So, I was with Dally and our other friend.. and they were making fun of each other. Guess what? Two took a jab at Dal for not talking to you and Dallas got offended by it." Johnny leans against your kitchen counter. "Meaning he's sensitive about the topic of little ol' you. I think he wants you to go up to him."

You go up to him? No way! He's the man! He should be the one to say something first. "No. If he wants to talk, he'll start the conversation. Awkward or not, it'd mean a lot to me if he would just man up and at least say hi." Johnny shrugs. "I don't know about all that." Oh God, there he goes with that line again. Lately, that's been his favorite thing to say. "Dal ain't like that. Confident with girls he actually likes." John clicks his tongue. "Oh well. You go on 'n figure it out yourself. I just thought I should tell you what he said." The 16 year old boy says and walks out of your house. Boys.. how annoying.

Not even an hour later, there were voices outside your bedroom window. It sounded like a bunch of guys.. and.. Michael and Johnny? What were they doing yelling outside? You open the curtains and see more boys than you expected. Two-bit Matthews, Steve Randle, Sodapop Curtis, Pony.. Michael Curtis, Johnny Cade.. and Dallas Winston. They were all pushing him towards your window and yelling at him to ask. Well, everyone except for Johnny. He was just smiling and standing next to Soda. But what? What did they want him to ask you?

"Don't be so shy about it now, Dal. You was just talkin' all that, sayin' this was gonna be a piece of cake." Steve nudges Dally. "I heard something about Cake?" Two-bit tunes back in. "You idiot. It was a metaphor!" Michael scolds Two. "Whats a metaphor?" Two raises an eyebrow like he always did. Everyone quiets down and slowly turns to Two. "My God, I was just joking around. I know what a metaphor is." He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "Stop staring. I know im a handsome young fella, but we're s'possed to be focused on Dal and his ex lady friend." Everyone looked back at you and Dallas.

"Um.. what are y'all doing here." You managed to say. "We brang Dallas to you just like you wanted, little lady. Now say something." Steve replies. You give the boy a weird look and then return your gaze to Dallas. "Hi.." You say. Stupidly, everyone cheered and started hyping Dally up. Im gonna kill them. He thinks to himself. "Im comin' in, alright?" He tells you. "Alone." He turns back to his gang. And so he did. It was so damn weird. He was sitting on your bed, hunched over and looking down at the floor.

"So," you break the silence. "I heard you were in jail." Dally looks up at you and smirks. "Yeah. Not exactly a shocker. I'm always in there for something.", "Is that supposed to impress me? the whole bad boy act?", "Woah. I don't know about all that." Jesus Christ, so this is where Johnny got that dumb line from. "Nah, it wasn't to impress you. I was just telling you the truth. Even when I don't even do anything wrong, they'll still lock me up. Them cops don't like me, so they'll find any reason to throw me in jail." You nod and tap your foot on the floor. "That's nice, sweetheart." You tell him. Dally chuckles. "So what's been up with you, huh? Your boyfriend been calling you from across the country?", "No. We broke up. How did you even know I had a boyfriend?" You ask curiously. "Johnny tells me everything you tell him. Not like I even ask, but he just tells me." Of course he does.

"Dallas." You mutter his name after a moment of silence. "Why did you just leave like that? You left without telling me anything."

Dally sighs and rolls his eyes. "Look, it's not even that serious.", "Yes it is! I was worried! I thought you had died or something!", "Dramatic. Always been so dramatic, you." He groans. "I didn't have enough time, alright? I had to leave as soon as possible. Guys were after me. A whole group. I couldn't stay in New York.", "Why didn't you write?" Your eyes water. "I was poor. Any money I had, I had to use for food. My apologies for not wanting to stay hungry and write a letter instead." He gets sarcastic. "Man, I still couldn't write to you if I wanted to if you were still in New York. I don't know how to spell correctly. I wouldn't even know what to say. Hi, i'm not dead?" Dally scoffs. "Dallas, do you really think i'd care if you spelt a few things wrong? Who cares? Not me. I would have been happy to even see the 'Hi, i'm not dead' message.", "Yeah, right. You were better off without knowing anything else about me. Man, you're better off without me right now! I'm just trouble." He stands up from the bed.

"Where are you going?!" Your tears travel down your hot cheeks. "We aren't done with this conversation. Sit back down!" Your voice was shaky and breathy. "Yes we are. We're done, We been done." He snapped back. "So just like that? You're gonna leave me all over again." Dally stares you down. "Yeah. I guess I am. But this time I'll actually say goodbye." He mutters. "C'mere." He walks over to you and gives you a tight hug. "Listen to me when I say this. I ain't good for you. I ain't good for nobody. It's best you stay away from me. We can't be friends again. I ain't the twelve year old boy you used to like. I'm much worse." He whispers and kisses your head. "Im leaving now. Have a good afternoon." Dally says and finally leaves.

[rosetyler42]

Wanted to draw some happier Stuff with Drac, Ericka, and Mavis. I like the idea of Ericka NOT being jealous of Martha but rather curious. I like her actually trying to get Drac to talk about her MORE, both to help his grief, keep her memory around and show she's not trying to replace Martha in Mavis' life, she'd basically be like "This person is important to my family and thus is important to me." And...it makes Drac and Mavis happier. It also shows that remarrying doesn't mean forgetting the first love or that they aren't important any more. Which I feel is a big reason HT3 and Ericka's character is hated. (Amatonormativity and dislike of remarriage strikes again!)

I kinda agree with @black-ak9 and @hotelt-resurrection. There's no animosity between Ericka and Martha (aside from Ericka disliking being negarively compared to her by others from the outside.) They'd actually get along swimmingly in a Morticia/Debbie or Morticia/Ophelia kind of way.

On a SADDER note, The 2nd kind of came from a dream in part. But basically, I wanted to Draw Eeicka struggling to comfort Drac and came up with the "Drac's having a bad grief day, kinda beating himself up a bit, and Ericka wants to comfort him but is held back thinking as a human who's family has hurt him so much - not to mention she herself having tried to kill him, she's not sure she has the RIGHT to." I like Ericka comforting Drac as they're both anxious traumatized beans but sometimes... their brains being mean to them is fun too.

Not bad considering these are the most detailed Martha drawings I've done and my problems drawing small. XD

Bonus: On a funnier note, I imagine Ericka fighting with her inner demons in her head at some point like that "You ain't reason, you a little bitch." comic. XD

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[pearlofthesirens]

domestic simon riley headcanons perhaps?

ooh i'm gonna love writing thissssss!!

Domestic Simon Headcanons:

wakes up at either 4 or 5 am, even after retiring. doesn't let go of the military morning routine.

if you're sleeping, he'll give you the softest kiss before fixing the blanket so you're not cold.

brushes his teeth and immediately hits the gym. loves the food you make, will tear that shit up but he thinks he should be keeping his body fit too. doesn't want Johnny to tease him for becoming soft(you personally love him even when he's a huge teddy bear).

when he comes back and sees you making breakfast, he won't hesitate to give you back hugs despite your complains of him being sweaty and smelly. "Si, no! Take a shower first, you're stinky!" "Shower can wait, lovie. I need to give my girl a kiss first."

calls you all sorts of nicknames like lovie, darling, sweetie, doll, my girl, etc.

if he's hungry and you're not at home, the only thing he can make is tea and toast. might burn the bread a little, might add a can of beans or potato mash(bri'ish tings), do not trust him with the kitchen.

if you're doing chores together, he would definitely want to help a lot even if he doesn't know much. for example, he'd definitely help with keeping the counter clean and taking dishes out from the dishwasher if you're cooking.

why waste water? take a shower together! "Water's too hot, doll. You're gonna burn." "Water's just fine." "You make me wonder what kinda demon I fell in love with."

genuinely gets scared if you call him Simon Riley, or worse if it's Ghost. will start contemplating about every single thing he did and where he might've gone wrong. "Simon Rile-" "I'm right here, sugar. Anything wrong? Need a shoulder massage?" "I-...please get the box of pasta from the top shelf." "Anything for you, doll."

he generally refuses to let you see him in full gear, prefers to keep Ghost out of his lovely Manchester apartment. but once after he was done with a long mission, he was so tired that he entirely forgot he had a significant other and walked inside the house with his balaclava and everything. you almost let out a scream when you saw a tall figure with a skull face hovering over you as you were sat on the couch, reading your favorite book. "AAAHH-" "Darling?"

he would legit go "?????" before he realizes that he has his mask on and everything. removes it immediately and sees your eyes soften, arms wide open for him. he takes you in a bone crushing hug, not forgetting to kiss your forehead.

always the big spoon when sleeping, but loves your arm around him too. will keep one arm out for you to rest your head on, doesn't care if it's numb, and the other around your waist. when you're facing him, he will hold your head and hips protectively, letting you bury your face in his chest and neck.

doesn't believe that a man should be controlling what his partner wears, he will encourage your to wear whatever makes you feel comfortable and confident. keeps a protective arm around your waist in public to show that you're his. "Wear whatever you want, sweetie. I can fight, ain't got all this body for nothing."

arguments with him are always short. he would not let anything get to a point that you two are shouting on each other's faces, he does not want to be like his father. goes to a different room to cool himself down before he opens the door to find you.

has a hard time apologizing with words at first, will try to get you something like flowers or give you a silent hug. but he soon learns to say "sorry" and to be gentler with you.

will get down on one knee and present you the ring when you least expect it. wants to have a small wedding at a church with only a few people, preferably TF141, Laswell, your immediate family and a few close friends you have.

wants kids, but won't force you if you don't want to. will consider resigning from the military if he does end up being a dad, he doesn't want to risk his life out there when he has two beautiful human beings to come home to. "Such a poppet, isn't she? Just like her mama." "Don't give me all the credit, honey. She's got your looks too, pretty little thing."

will take you out for dates, dinners too. believes that a relationship shouldn't be stagnant. you get to pick the restaurant and he will willingly pay for whatever you want to eat. you just have to look pretty <3

although he likes to put the most effort, he expects you to put effort too. he takes offense if you disregard how he feels, is devoted to you and expects you to love him the same.

little things matter to him. he pays attention to how you make tea for him, how you do not push him when he doesn't want to talk about something, how you adjust the blanket over both of you every time he comes home late and plops himself down on the couch with you.

overall, the sweetest but realistically speaking, it might be a bit tough to live with him considering he's in the military and has a bitter past. but as long as you're ready to compromise and understand him, he will return the love tenfold and more.

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[aita-blorbos]

Am I the asshole for possibly stealing some random dudes' love interest and possibly his happiness

I'll just cut to the chase. My kind are separated in these sort of tribes. They each have their own cultures and whatever, but I fuckin hate my tribe. It's always too hot, the people are loud as shit, and it was pretty damn clear they didn't want me there. I later found out that the reason I never felt comfortable was because I'm only part of this tribe and part of another.

A hybrid, I guess. I don't fucking know, but my mom and dad met, made some music in the dark, and now I'm here and I grew up with my mom. After she spilled the beans about my heritage, I went on this stupid little quest to find wherever the hell my dad went. And my dumbass brother came along, but this ain't about him

I quite literally fell from the sky and ended up between these other two in the other tribe I was part of - let's call them B (m26) and P (f24)

B is a piece of fucking work. The second I showed up, he was so fucking hostile and rude and made a lot of insensitive comments about me and where I came from. Apparently, he and P were completely unaware that others of their kind existed in different tribes, and shit, did he make it known I wasn't welcome.

P was the complete opposite. She's this outgoing, sweet, over-the-top kind woman. Quite literally a queen, too. She defended me with her life when I showed up, and I kinda hate that she had to. Could have beaten B into a fine pulp, but chose not to since she somehow liked B. I'd be lying if I said she didn't mean the world to me.

She helped me find my dad, who decided he never had a son and that I wasn't RIGHT FUCKING THERE IN FRONT OF HIM but I digress. After that shit show, she gained the idea to unite the tribes together. I agreed to go with her, and I guess B just follows her like a dog, since he just went along

Can't get into too much detail, but along the trip, we definitely grew closer. Shamelessly flirting and all with her. Later, I ended up kind of befriending B. He told me about how P had changed his life for the better. She helped him out of a bad place, showed him happiness and care for the first time in years after he lost his family, and he soon admitted that he was in love with P because of all she had given him

I stole that shit.

I was far too deep into this relationship I made with P. I was head-over-heels for her, and she had been responding to my flirtation. But at the same time, she knew B basically her entire life, and they went through a lot together

I'm not saying that what her and I have isn't valuable. I love this girl to death. We'd do anything for each other. But B has just been so miserable since. I feel like I walked into someone else's story and took their happy ending.

[Ooc this is an oc-in-canon story altered for drama.]

[musedisorder]

Nerdy Prudes Must Die! Part 2.

This is a sentence / prompt meme with quotes from Starkid's nerdy prudes must die for roughly the second half of the show. You can see the first part on my page! Feel free to alter / edit the quotes as needed! Lots of sexual implications / foul language / and mentions of violence in this one

"I had a nightmare! A horrible nightmare."

"He was so angry and he wasn't sexy at all."

"Do you have everything you need for school?"

"You don't say."

"They didn't say."

"Oh heck. I'm so heckin' fudged."

"Is there something we need to be worried about?"

"Holy shit! Are those cop cars?"

"Just shut up and keep your beans cool!"

"Don't look at me!"

"How do you know it was murder?"

"You wanna think a little harder?"

"Oh man! Oh no!"

"Well, we're fucked!"

"People tell me to die every day!"

"I think somebody knows what we did and now they're after us!"

"I don't know about you guys but I smell a heckin rat."

"Relax, ye of little faith."

"I'm gonna get those pigs off our backs!"

"Our town is no longer safe!"

"What about you, eh?"

"I've never known darker times."

"Watch the blame go around!"

"It ain't great."

"Suddenly this quiet town's exciting."

I certainly don't LOVE killing."

"I remember before the lockdown!"

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I wanna remember who I am."

"God! I gotta do everything around here."

"I could act. If it wasn't for my anxiety."

"In my dreams, I'm the star of the show."

"How can something be MEDIUM and WELL?"

"Life is fine. If only it were mine."

"But just for once I'd be the center of attention."

"But just for once my life could be just what I wanted."

"I used to dance."

"Booo!"

"Who's watching me?"

"You fucking suck!"

"I can't see! Somebody help!"

"What a stirring performance!"

"Take a bow, bitch."

"Who stands to gain for these murders?"

"I've been looking for this thing everywhere!"

"You're not half as smart as you think you are!"

"Uh, I don't think I should answer any questions until I have a lawyer present."

"No, no no! You can't do this to me! This isn't my fault! This isn't my plan!"

"It was God's plan! And now he's leaving me out to dry!"

" Do something you son of a bitch!"

"Look at all those cop cars. I bet they're after a PERP."

"I'm in the neighborhood watch now."

"Very smooth."

"I have been waiting for what feels like five FUCKING years and I still have not received my goddamn hot chocolate!"

"Jesus! Keep it together!"

"Oh, this is EASY for you."

"Oh, so you're saying this is MY fault?"

"We both know you can't ignore me because you're crazy about me."

"It's obvious! You can't stay away from me!"

"Have some respect for yourself!"

"Well who says I want to go on a date with you anyways?"

"I never wanted you anyway!"

"I always knew my place and my lane!"

"Who's the victim when you shoot me looks?"

"If I loved you, you would know it."

"If I loved you, I would show it."

"If you were the one I'm thinking of, oh babe, I'd let you know."

"I think you'd better go."

"You first!"

"Leave room for Jesus!"

"How'd it go with the cops? Did they buy it?"

"Gimme a cup of hot water and make it STRONG!"

"You're kinda freakin me out here."

"Does your phone plan cover calls to hell?"

"No! No more of your plans!"

"Oh my god! Is that a gun!"

"This is crazy! I'm not helping you flee the country!"

"You have no idea what the hell you're doing."

"You ruined our lives!"

"I just haven't been thinking clearly lately!"

"I've done so many terrible things! Like touching myself and lying to the police!"

"I called God a son of a B-word!"

"WHO AM I?!"

"Don't comfort her. She's fuckin' weird."

"Unfortunately, we're in this mess together."

"I don't give a shit who you kill."

"Get in the car."

"Ghost. Demon. Call it what you want."

"I've got one hell of a party planned for ya."

"Ready for your recall?"

"I beg to differ, bitch."

"You are the LEAST FUCKING persuasive person!"

"Are you out of your goddamn mind?"

"What the fuck!?"

"There's something deeply wrong with this whole town!"

"I have no idea what's I'm doing."

"Did it work?"

"The book has all but closed on your life."

"Someone's been a little naughty!"

"We heard you could help us."

"Hm, what could you give to me?"

"Do it, or die!"

"We don't give a shit about your phone!"

"You can lie to yourself, but not to me."

"I can't!"

"Pay the price or fuck off!"

"Who do they want you to kill?"

"It doesn't matter where we go!"

"There's only one way to end this."

"All my life I just wanted a girl to like me."

"I didn't want to like you. You made me."

"No matter what, one of us has to die."

"Let me do it."

"You can call this luck. That's my perspective."

"One of us is in love. It doesn't take a detective."

"I can't... I can't shoot you!"

"Let me be cool this time!"

"Is it really a crime if you get to live your life to the fullest?"

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"What if you are wrong?"

"What if I should go?"

"You get to live on."

"You're not as cool as you think you are."

"But you're as smart as I know you are."

"You have to do it."

"If I loved you... I couldn't show it."

"If I loved you like you should be loved... Loved you more than the stars above..."

"Love you like I.... could've...."

"I'd have to let you go."

"If things were different, would you want to go to homecoming with me?"

"I'm ready."

"I never wanted you anyway..."

"Careful with that thing! You might hurt someone, and that's my fuckin' job!"

"I used to worry my life would be over after high school!"

"You betrayed me! You fuckin' Judas!"

"So you do know the bible!"

"I always thought there was something about your wrath that was so... Old testament."

"Shut your fuckin' fart-hole!"

"I wanna hear this!"

"I'm a dirty girl."

"Fuck yeah!"

"That's nasty! I like it!"

"What the FUCK is happening right now?!"

"Are you really gonna pass this up?"

"I'll be right back!"

"What're we watching!?"

"Wow! I needed that!"

"Don't you wanna cuddle a little bit?"

"It means you're going to hell now!"

"I paid the price. Now fuck off!"

"No! Let go of me!"

"You're in my world now, bitch."

"Whatever!"

"It was fucking worth it!"

"What the fuck you just say to me?"

"I am gonna get some fucking coffee."

"You're such a nerd."

"I never wanted to love you like I do."

"I'm the best of you and you're the best of me."

"I think the reason I always used to put you down is because I always thought you were pretty."

"That was.... Absolutely disgusting!"

"You think the time that I was chaste is was being waste on a holy mission?"

"I'm the girl you thought you knew."

"Just keep your hand there on my thigh like all the guys that came before you."

"Are you hard because you're stressed? Or is this a power I now possess!"

"Run you little bitch!"

"Darkness will spare my soul."

[akaikali]

TMAGP EP 16 REACTION (SPOILERS)

CELIA HOLDING ALICE HOLY SHIT MAN THE SAMALICELIA POLYCULE IS GOING SOMEWHERE I also think this might be Celia's instinct to comfort from being a mother maybe??? BUT ALICELIA FEELS. My God their ship name could be a palindrome. Insane.

DEAR LORD DID ALICE SEE HER PARENTS DIE???? MY POOR GIRL.

Tape recorder is gone??? And yeah I suspected that the woman had been dead the whole time. Something was using her as a mouth piece, maybe something relates to ep 11 with the deep??

I think Celia and Sam saying they believe Alice is gonna bring them closer. I know people are sus of Celia so it could be a ploy to get closer to the OIAR employees, but I don't know, with her disliking Lady Mowbray, I'm more inclined to trust her.

The fact that Alice says "paid my horror dues" makes me think she knows more about said horrors and is working at the OIAR specifically to avoid it. Were her parents killed by The Horror?

"I think there's plenty of it go around at the moment" Yeah she's talking about Lady Mowbray. Seriously, I have respect for Celia, she really stood her ground last episode.

Man the fact that we were like "omg what if Alice's phone call ends up being a statement!!" In a serious way meanwhile Alice is like "yeah no Freddie will probably spit out in a few days so nothing to be concerned about". What if. Tho. Gwen ends up hearing the phone call. That would be interesting. Speaking of, where is our corporate girlfailure.

Sam you awkward little bean I love you. I'm sure Celia and Alice just gave him the fondest, "You're such a dumbass" look.

SOCIAL MEDIA INFLUENCER TIME????

OH NO. OH NO FUCK AM I GOING TO FALL IN LOVE WITH INK5OUL. THEIR VOICE.

I'm sorry I now understand what Alex meant when he said this episode was social-cringe-horror. The misuse of AAVE is actually so accurate please help my I'm on the floor screaming this should not be this funny-

Damn so does Ink5oul tattoo....pain or something? I don't have a tattoo myself (yet. I'm gonna get one. As soon as I stop being squeamish about needles. Oh. Needles.) But I don't think they're meant to hurt THAT much???

...I genuinely SHOULD NOT like Ink5oul this much. Please. You cannot do this to me I cannot have a Michael Part 2.

OH MY GOD ITS A YOUTUBER DRAMA VIDEO IM GOING TO FUCKING DIE I CANNOT BE LAUGHING THIS HARD.

I'm sorry THE SITUATIONSHIP FUCKING SENT ME YOU'RE TELLING ME INK5OUL IS IN A SITUATIONSHIP WITH A GOTH GIRL INFLUENCER PLEASE RUSTY QUILL I NEED TO BE SERIOUS I CANNOT DO THIS.

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD I CANNOT DO THIS I HAVE PAUSED 7 TIMES NOW JUST BECAUSE I WAS LAUGHING TOO HARD TO KEEP HEARING. INK5OUL IS HOT AND A GOTH CONFIRMED.

Shut up. SHUT UP. NOT FUCKING DIG. ARE YOU SERIOUS. NO WAY.

Also let me add all the video sound effects are taking me out I LITERALLY cannot do this PLEASE-

OH MY GOD. WAIT. IS THIS WHEN INK5OUL WAS LOOKING FOR THE BODY WITH THE TATTOO FROM EP 11. HOLY SHIT.

"Hell no i ain't gonna call it in" girl by making the video you are basically calling it in what the fuck

THE YOUTUBER DRAMA IS TAKING ME OUT PLEASE THIS IS SOME NICOCADO AVODACO VS STEPHANIE SOO TYPE SHIT (Stephanie Soo all the way honeyyyy).

So...Does Ink5oul have the ability to make people feel pain through the tattoos they do? It's seeming like that's the case.

"The views are cutting me" HUH???? THATS. LIKE. THE EDGES ARE CUTTING ME??? WHAT IS HAPPENING??? HELLO?????

IS SHE DYING. THATS HORRIBLE RN WHAT THE FUCK ALICE LITERALLY JUST SAW SOMEONE DIE NOW SHE HAS TO HEAR SOMEONE ELSE DIE????

Okay wait now that Sam has let go of his "be professional" bullshit I'm back on his track SAMALICELIA LETS GOOO

THERE SHE IS THE CORPORATE GIRLFAILURE

Ohhhh Lena. Oh boy. I can understand her tbh, Gwen has no idea what's happening and she's just doing her own thing. Whether she's evil or not, Lena still knows better what's going on and can avoid unnecessary risks. Especially since Lena does seem to care if other employees get hurt.

I SEE HOW IT IS GWEN. SO YOU'LL BE HORRIFIED BY MR. BONZO BUT NOT OF THE CANNIBALISTIC HUNTING WOMAN BECAUSE SHES A LADY OF THE ARISTOCRACY. CLASSISM AT ITS FINEST. I HATE MR. BONZO BUT AT LEAST HES A WORKING CLASS...CLOWN MONSTER THING.

Okay so the Externals are like. A Thing here. Kind of like avatars? I'm not saying in the sense of fears, I mean they're beings that are not human anymore and possibly dangerous.

Wait but I understand Gwen though "You can't take this away just because I did something you never bothered to tell me not to do" this happens to me so much Gwen my babygirl you are So Autistic.

I saw someone say that Gwen needs to be dommed. I cannot say I disagree, especially when Lena tells her to sit down. Anyway we're gonna move away from that thought.

I am not joking. I paused a total of 17 times throughout this episode because I started laughing too hard. I think I have a new favorite episode.

[minrathian]

caring too much about everything all the time: ai bullshit edition

fucking bummed as shit about the last round of ai scraping nonsense on ao3. ate up all my stuff, pretty much, except my recent exchange fic on this account. all my original ao3 account, though. my original ao3 account user number is 2020. I've had that account since 2009. it also has archived fic of mine from years prior to 2009. nearly twenty fuckin years of my writing-- my thoughts, my feelings, my personal growth, my growth as a writer-- fed to a goddamn machine, without my consent, and for what?? those stories may not be fuckin shakespeare but they are mine and I wrote them for love-- for myself, for community, for friends, for internet strangers in fic exchanges-- and not to be fed to a machine and turned into someone's goddamn meeting summary or homework assignment or my personal favorite, someone else's fanfic. what the fuck, y'all. i have never ever cared if people-- human beings, creative, messy, innovative human beings that i am sharing my time on this lumpy space rock with-- made transformative works of my transformative works, because that's part of the joy of collective storytelling in fandom, but this ain't that and this ain't it.

i am just. way more upset about this than i had anticipated being. it isn't the first time it's happened but it does feel like the most egregious, somehow. idk. i'm taking a break from writing shit for a while to try and figure out what i do from here, i guess. (i'm not like, flouncing, or whatever, i'm happy to be a fandom cheerleader for stuff other people are making, forever!) but i am just sad, and mad, and feel pretty powerless about the whole thing, which isn't great. my shit's locked, and while i know that doesn't matter a hill of beans from a technical perspective, it's also the only tool i've got at my disposal at present. and, forgive my small flame of strategic optimism here, but if there ever were a world where we had real legal recourse over shit like this outside of filing DMCA takedowns where applicable, at least that little lock is admissible evidence that i didn't want my shit perceived outside of actual human users of the archive. it brings me a modicum of comfort to see it next to my stories. i'll take what comfort i can fuckin get in this dystopian hellscape.

i'm not solutions-oriented at this time so i'm not asking for advice here. just thinking my thoughts and feeling my feelings, because i'm a goddamn person, and that's what we do.

[putuponpercy]

Hi I haven't written a fic for this fandom in over a year but I saw the first couple paragraphs in my drafts last night and went in a trance at 1am finishing it anyways here's a little snippet from The Early Days section of my They're Just People AU enjoy

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Thomas glared at the small flock of seagulls a short distance away, fighting over the small scraps of food Edward threw in their direction. "You shouldn't feed them.”

His colleague merely shrugged. "A little won't do too much harm," he said, chucking another scrap towards the hungry birds.

"Nasty things," grumbled Thomas, shaking his head. "Lost many a decent meal to them back when I was on the streets.”

"Well you needn't have to worry about that now. You're plenty fed.”

A tut and an eye roll was Thomas' only response.

Come to think of it, the young’un had been in a particularly sour mood for the majority of the day. More so than usual. Reaching into his lunchbox, Edward pulled out half a sandwich then held it out to his companion. “Sarnie for your thoughts?”

Thomas wrinkled his nose. “Ain't tuna is it?”

“Chicken and sweetcorn.”

Satisfied Thomas plucked the sandwich from Edward’s grasp, wasting no time in scarfing it down while Edward waited patiently for his colleague to spill the beans. He didn't pressure Thomas, even after the young lad had finished eating and opted for fiddling with the cuffs of his sweater in silence. He knew Thomas would speak up in his own time. For whatever reason, ever since that fateful night the pair crossed paths at Barrow Central Thomas had chosen to put his full unwavering trust in Edward, although Edward wasn't exactly sure why. All he did was offer the lad a hot meal in exchange for getting him and his engine across the bridge.

“Reggie and Bart returned to the Main Land this morning.”

Speaking of.

Edward's brow raised in surprise. “Have they? Huh… that's the first I've heard of it.”

“And Alfie and Raymond are leaving this evening,” continued Thomas. “Isaac and Harry too.”

Humming, Edward grabbed the flask sitting next to his lunchbox. He unscrewed the cap and took a small sip of his tea. “Seems more and more are heading back by the day.” After another sip he gave a reassuring smile. “Worry not, I'm sure it'll be us soon.”

“And then what? What happens after we leave here?”

“Well… I suppose it's back to passenger trains and goods runs across the Furness line. Shame really. Not that I'm complaining, no. But Sodor’s been a breath of fresh air I suppose. Nice to feel useful after…” Edward trailed off, trying to shake off the memories of how his coworkers back on the Main Land often spoke down or belittled him. “Still, the Furness Railway is my home.”

The two lapsed into silence, though it wasn't comfortable, the air still felt as if something was left unsaid. Taking a quick peek at his pocket watch, Edward wasted no more time in packing up his lunchbox. “Right, come along you. Sir Topham Hatt wanted to see us before our goods train this afternoon.”

“Is’at right? What could the Fat Controller want to see us for?”

Edward tsked. “I do wish you wouldn't entertain the other's idea of such a demeaning nickname.”

Thomas waved him off. “Shove off will ya, it's not like we call him that to his face.”

“I dare wonder if that makes it even worse.” Shaking his head, Edward continued, “Regardless, we should make haste. Who knows, perhaps he'll tell us our loan period is up ‘an all. That this time tomorrow we'll be the ones crossing that bridge back to the Main Land!”

“Back to Furness Railway, you mean?” Thomas asked quietly, expression unreadable.

“Precisely.” Tilting his head to one side, Edward frowned. “Hadn't we just gone over that?”

Abruptly, Thomas stood, balling his fists at his sides. “But Edward- I don't work for Furness Railway, remember? You picked me up off the streets because you didn't have a fireman. What's going to happen to me once we go back? They'll kick me out the moment they realise I'm not one of them! I can't go back to living on the streets, Edward - I can't go - I don't want to go back there! I-”

Two warm hands gently clasped Thomas’ own that had found their way up to gripping his hair somewhere amidst his panic. “Thomas, I need you to breathe for me. Deep breaths now, in - and out. Good lad, and again.”

Thomas followed suit, taking a few shaky breaths. When had his breathing gotten out of control? When did he start crying for Christ's sake? His hands slowly lowered from his head, feeling Edward give them one last reassuring squeeze before pulling away. “...sorry,” he said pathetically.

“Don't be daft, you've got nothing to be sorry for,” Edward replied without a beat. His gaze softened. “I should apologise. I had no idea how distraught you had been feeling about all this. I just wished you had brought it up sooner rather than letting it build up like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Thomas said again. “It's just that, coming here - to Sodor - has been the best thing to ever happen to me, least from what I remember. I have a roof over me head, I don't have to worry about when my next meal will be, I have a job, and you- Edward you've been ever such a good friend to me.” He paused, batting a hand across his damp cheek. “I'm terrified to lose it all.”

Edward swallowed a lump in his throat at being called ‘friend’. He never had quite gotten along with his coworkers back home, so in a sense, Thomas was his first real friend since joining the railway. He placed a hand on Thomas’ shoulder. “I wouldn't be such a good friend if I allowed you to go back to living on the streets, would I?”

Confused, Thomas asked, “But where else would I go?”

Edward shrugged. “Well, while my flat isn’t exactly grand in size I'm sure there's some room to squeeze you in.”

Blue eyes widened. “What? You're saying I can come live with you?”

“I mean- only if you'd like to-”

“Of course!” Thomas cried, leaping over to squeeze the other in a hug. “Thank Edward, thank you! I won't cause no bother I swear!”

Edward grinned. “No bother? That doesn't sound quite like you,” he teased, giving the other lad a pat on the back.

Pulling away, Thomas matched him with a cheeky smile of his own. “Well- within reason, of course.”

“Of course. And I'm sure we can try and get you work on their railway, although the chances are it won't be as my fireman, there are still plenty of opportunities. Even if it's something as giving Old Coppernob’s engine a good polish.”

“As long as it's nothing to do with stinky fish I'm up for anything!”

Chuckling at his enthusiasm, Edward took another glance at his pocket watch and almost gawked at the time. “Right, come along you, we're running late! Don't want to keep the Fat - I mean - Sir Topham Hatt waiting.”

Renewed with energy and anticipation for the future the pair climbed aboard their engine together ready to tackle the rest of the day ahead, unbeknownst to them that the Fat Controller was about to drop the bombshell that Furness Railway had expressed that they now had zero interest in having Edward, nor his engine, return home to them.

[plottingdaisies]

Dear Mrs. Cooper,

I was suprised to get a letter from someone from my mama's hometown. What with my family's rather sordid history there.

You do know what they say about me, right?

I was born of the union of my poor earthly mama and the Devil himself. They say he came to her in the wee twilight hours, promising a life away from toiling in the dirt and living off naught but rice and beans for her meals. They say mama took Old Scratch up on his offer to escape granddaddy's moonshine rages and grandmama's weeping spells, and in so doing, my mama, God rest her poor soul, doomed your little town proper.

That's what they say.

Some of them that's less spiritually inclined think pop was just a coal man, maybe even a railroad big wig looking to take up what land he could get his pristine, blood- covered hands on any way he could get it. The story changes based on whose mouth it comes from. Others take with the story that mama made a pact with Satan to save her own hide and leave the rest to rot by the wayside. The details are hazy, but all of them still spit after they say her name, like it tastes bad.

Well, they ain't all wrong. But they ain't all right, neither.

Don't know how he got his money. Could have been mining,  but there's an awful lot of iron that gets pulled from the ground in these parts for his kind's comfort. I thought settling mama's affairs was complicated, but dealing with his particulars is likely to send me to an early grave. In more ways than one.

That's the thing about it. What they don't say, don't know or don't care to know is that the matter is a little more complicated than that. Pops wasn't exactly human, but he wasn't the Devil himself, neither. Fond of games of chance he was, his shadow always looked wrong, like he was a good two feet taller than he actually was. His eyes reflected lantern light like a cougar in the night. He was just as dangerous too. But he wasn't the Devil. There's more than just God and the Devil out there, you know?

Mama didn't know any better. She didn't know anything other than good and bad men existed until much too late.

Ain't that the way of things? There's a perfectly good monster right there in the family portrait to blame for the state of things, but the finger gets pointed at the seventeen year old desperate not to suffer another beating, half starved, and in great need. Why blame the devil in disguise for using his tricks on a naive teenager when you can blame the woman? It's easier than looking someone who can fight back in his unnatural gleaming eyes. Imagine the kind of punch ol' Tennessee Phillips could pack and you can understand why it's easier to pick on little Edie Puck.

Not like she can come and speak in her own defense, anyhow. Well, not in the usual way. And no, not like them Fox sisters used to get up to back in the old days. I wasn't around then, but that medium business is all bunk. There's ways to talk to the dead, but it ain't pleasant. And it don't look like shaking tables and gauze shoved in your unmentionables.

It might not even be pop's fault that shit's gone sideways there, you know? From the outside, it looks like every other small town right now. There's even bread lines in the big city, if you believe the dreck they print in the papers.

But ... well, if what you say is true, it may very well be that daddy dearest left his mark on the town in more ways than stealing Edie away in the dark of the night. And it doesn't sit right with me to just leave it up to chance that what you're describing is just coincidence. The timing is peculiar, and knowing my luck, this falls under the particulars of managing dear old dad's estate, in a manner of speaking.

All of that being said, if you read all of that and still think it's a good idea to have the "Spawn of Satan" come and look into the frightening happenings around town, I'll come. Words don't hurt me none, but it won't do to put the good name of you and your husband at risk when you might be better off hiring a night guard at the farm to scare off the local hoodlum children.

If knowing that old bastard left me more than just his name don't dissuade you from hiring my services, and if knowing you're sure to get some sideways looks, especially from old Jody's kin, don't bother you, then I'll come look at things. Save your money. All I need's two square meals and a cot in the shed. Send your reply to the same address, and I'll be on my way before the next new moon.

Kindest regards, Tenny Puck-Phillips Supernatural Private Investigator

[shadowsandshapes]

From the second he walks in Dabi knows you’re in a whole new level of hell he can’t even comprehend. He sees you raging and pacing and clenching onto your stomach like you’ll die if you don’t. Then his eyes meet the sheets behind you and he makes a humming noise as he approaches you. “Ahhhh. No wonder ya been so off the past few days doll. C’mon and let me help ya hmm?” He coos out in his raspy voice as he scoops you up and brings you into the bathroom. He sets you down on the toilet and then starts up the shower. Getting it to just the right temperature before he strips you and helps you into the water.

He speaks softly to you, mostly about what bullshit happened that day at the League, as he washes you off and strokes your hair. Then he leaves you to soak in the warmth of the water spraying against you to change your sheets out. Tossing the soiled ones into the washer and finding a spare set. When he comes back to you, he has comfortable clothes for you to slip into. “Alright dollface out you go… Tch don’t be a brat I’ll smack ya ass” he snarls but somehow it holds no heat as he helps you dress.

And a few minutes later, he has you sliding into bed with him. He already has several of your favorite snacks and drinks on your little nightstand and on the bed. For now, he only pulls you close with your back to his front and moves his hands to warm them up and gently place them right above your pelvis where it hurts the most.

“Tch… Havin them stupid things sucks don’t it doll?… Well that’s what ya got me here for~”

Bean I'm,,,,,,,,

I needed this one so badly, love. Thank you. From the bottom of my tiny, shadowy heart. Today is pure agony and I'm not joking when I say this gave me such emotional relief lmao I'm going through it with this dumbshit period

I dislike sweet foods but whenever this shit comes around I crave sugar so badly man, it ain't even funny. I hope I can get some smoutebollen later

[ghostsandmirrors]

There was a mumbled, joking little, "s'bullshit, Steven." Maybe he knew it wasn't. Maybe he was aware he was a bit of an imp, moreso than before. It was fun, though, and it meant that he got to see Steve's grin in times like these, when it lit up Bucky's entire life in a matter of seconds, causing a smile of his own to grow onto his features in the time before the hair ruffling started.

His face scrunched, avoiding getting any hair in his eyes, before he side-eyed Steve as if fighting the urge to start lecturing. Much like the mumble, this was also a joke; he truly could never be mad at this man. He especially couldn't when he was this close and this comfortable in his arms, aware of the cling but perfectly content with pretending otherwise, with snuggling into him and acting like he hadn't noticed the pressure.

A small laugh escaped against Steve's lips as he said, "yeah, you ain't wron'…" Not wholly accurate, but close enough, and the inaccuracy wasn't worth worrying about when he became distracted by that blush, like Steve was an innocent little bean and had been asked the most horrendously sinful thing in the world. Another laugh escaped him, and almost teasing little giggle as he nosed against Steve's cheek, full of affection and a little bit of amusement, if he was being honest.

"You didn't say what you're thinkin' we should…" he noted, unbothered but willing to be annoying while he was nosing and nuzzling Steve's cheek like that very affectionate cat that he had been trying not to be. It was a lost fight against that urge, and he was just accepting it, at this stage. "M'gonna say we could."

"It is so true. You have been chaotic since I've gotten you back in my life. It's been Bucky no this, Bucky don't, you're a gremlin and you know it," Steve grinned, he had a smile on his face as he ruffled Bucky's hair affectionately. He was definitely toying with him but he enjoyed that Bucky wasn't as withdrawn as he had been since the Winter Soldier situation. He was still obviously affected but he hid it and Steve knew he was trying to hide that he wasn't the same Bucky from 1940's Brooklyn.

Steve was okay with change. Change could be okay. Growth in a person could be a good thing but Bucky's suffering was something he didn't like. He didn't like that he was clinging so tightly because he was afraid he might lose Bucky all over again. But if Bucky could hide his insecurities, so could Steve.

"You know you couldn't resist me if you wanted to," he teased, kissing the other's lips and then when Bucky questioned what he had meant he blushed deep red and his ears were pink. He turned his head to the side. "You know we could...."

"I'm definitely thinking we should...."

[deputygonebye]

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Small had been her start, but none of the community could blame Cassie. A woman in need of healing and more, what little her hands did proved to be just as important as anything else. Progress made, the simple act of a bath during the daytime or a meal eaten in full without fear. Returned to what she should've always been; the person that Negan was certain he destroyed, crumbled, and broke. But just as Shane knew, hoped for and prayed for, Cassie survived. Found peace in the new life that she was handed, in the gentle caress of Shane's fingertips upon her exposed skin, his warmth against her when the winds made the whole world seem too cold. Cared for as she deserved, but in her own ways reciprocated, too, the arrangement that she and Shane shared was a pleasant one. A comfort for either - happiness and beauty - what was always wanted and finally achieved.

Nails stuck with dirt underneath, Shane worked with dedication in the community garden. Picked the vegetables that were needed for supper, plucked the weeds and tended to the sprouts. Not exactly the responsibility of a former officer of the law, it was honest labor that gave him something to do. Something to distract his thoughts when they wandered too far - what he wished to do to the man who hurt the woman he loved, who terrorized those weaker and innocent.

"If you wouldn't mind, how about you help me get these carrots out to start? We can work our way back. Go for the green beans next." Shane said, sweat on his skin but a smile on his face. Always a smile for Cassie. "When we're done, was thinkin' about cookin' soup for dinner. Veggie soup. Ain't nobody ever said anythin' bad about my soup. Been told it was the best they've ever had, actually. I'd like to hear your opinion on it, though. It's an old Grandma Jean recipe that I spruced up. I'll tell you the secret ingredient, but you gotta promise to try it first."

[elliesmainhoe]

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Pregnant!Reader

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Unbelievably soft for you.

All of your friends are shocked, because- Ellie is being.... Nice?

Carries your bags for you, and sits you on her horse whenever your feet get achey from walking too long.

Her foot massages are 🔛🔝

She tries to be supportive of you when you get overly emotional... She really does.

As soon as Ellie entered the house the sound of loud sobbing coming from your shared bedroom freaked her the fuck out.

"Fuck are you alright babe?" She asked as she quickly barged into the bedroom. Your form was hunched over, head in your hands as fat tears streamed down your face.

"I-" your voice trembled as you looked up to Ellie through your damp eyelashes. "The-the.. i- was reading my *hiccup* book" you sniffed "and the- the puppy died!!"

"Oh poor baby~" Ellie cooed as you sobbed, and she perched on the edge of the mattress allowing you to nuzzle your face in your neck. Her hand moved up and down your back, rubbing it in support. "I'm gonna go and get you some water, sit tight for me princess" she kissed your forehead and left the room.

As soon as the door closed behind her an amused smile slipped into her features. God, you were adorable.

Every time you ask for a new weird combination of food she tries it with you.

And she rates then lmao

Strawberries and salt 2/10, peanut butter and celery 6/10, popcorn and cereal 9/10.

So supportive. You can never be wrong. You are always correct always.

Has fallen off the bed due to how many pregnancy pillows on the bed. You cried because you felt guilty.

Shopping for baby clothes, toys and items with her 😍

"What about this one baby?" You called over to Ellie, showing her a blue baby onesie, covered in little red cartoon parrots.

"Nah- I prefer this one better. Fuck... I'd wear this." She laughed holding up a white onesie with little green dinosaurs all over it.

Goes to all your appointments with you for emotional support ✊

Just imagine the midwife pressing the ultrasound wand against your belly as Ellie sits with her jaw slacked as she stares in bewilderment at the moving picture displayed of your unborn child on the screen.

Ellie always lays with her head on your stomach, listening to the little heartbeat in there and giggling at the little kicks the baby gives her.

A warm hand rested on the swell of your pregnant stomach- comfortably moving in circles. The little munchkin occasionally moving and wiggling around at the feeling of her Mama's hand.

"She knows it's her mama Ells" you hum

"Aw do you know it's me little bean?" She spoke, asking the baby who kicked in reply.

"Your feisty kiddo, ain't ya?"

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