#love hopping in my Time Machine sometimes

[coffeeheartaddict2]

Instant regret

Book: Open Heart (Pre Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!OC Estelle Campion, Tobias Carrick

Word count: 2383

Catergory: Angst

Warnings: language, sexual references

Rating Mature end of PG

Summary: It is coming up to the end of Estelle’s third year and she is focused on residency applications. A chat with Ethan does not go well.

Disclaimer: characters (except Estelle) belong to Pixelberry

Authors note: So the most recent Tobias Carrick appreciation week has inspired me to hop into my Time Machine and write some more fics based in their Hopkins days. Some of this will be from Tobias’s perspective so enjoy the ride.

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It was a sunny day in Baltimore. End of year exams were fast approaching, plans for summer being made and for the cohort in their third year of medical school, decisions about where to apply for residency needed to be made. Estelle Campion was yo-yoing between third and fourth of her cohort, the residency world was her oyster. She was drawn to Oncology. There were plenty of hospitals that would help her fulfill her ambition, however there was a very important person she needed to take into consideration. Her boyfriend, Ethan Ramsey. They had only being together officially for six months, by far her most serious relationship but how do you broach the subject of your future when you are not sure where you stand. She knew of the abandonment that he had endured when he was eleven and how that had coloured his attitude towards relationships and how it was the main thing holding him back in starting the relationship that they had but she wanted to start an out future dialogue.

So she took a break from her thoughts and met with the other person who knew Ethan well enough. Tobias Carrick. She had gotten close to both of them and she had found Tobias attractive and his company enjoyable, however she got to know Ethan more as she worked on similar projects with him and found herself more attracted to him. She did enjoy a friendship with Tobias. It was also comforting to have someone talk to about Ethan and his walls.

“Estelle,” greets Tobias as he gives her a hug. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“As much as I enjoy your company T, I am wanting to talk with you about Ethan.” Said Estelle.

“What has he done now?” Questions Tobias

Estelle chuckles. “Nothing, well at least not yet…”

“I hear you both you know, it is not just study dates you two do…”

Estelle blushes. “Not what I meant and you know it, and hey I am pretty sure you have learnt plenty from what you overheard.”

“Hey!” Exclaims Tobias somewhat offended. “I already know plenty. Thank you very much, what about Ethan do you want to talk about?”

“How does one broach the our future discussion?”

“Why are you talking to me about this? Shouldn’t you be talking to Ethan?” Asks Tobias.

“Because I do not want to freak him out but also, if he still sees us being well, an us , it will influence where I apply for residency.”

“You know he will say that he should have little to do with such a decision.”

Tobias shakes his head in disbelief. “And he is an obstinate ass for believing that. Being top 5 though, you would get multiple offers though. I know the western seaboard has you well away from your parents, but there are plenty of great programs that are not New York or Connecticut. I mean there are several other options in Boston alone and if Ethan does miss out on Edenbrook you can still transfer.” Said Tobias

“We all know that Ethan will get Edenbrook. You may not be in the throes of application yet but I know he has started and it is impressive.” Stated Estelle, “ I do not want to screw things up between us but I do not want to be deciding which residency without his input.”

“All I can say is be honest, tell him how you feel and for the love of all things holy please do not dance around the obvious for too long.”

Estelle chuckles. “He is cooking me dinner tonight so I will open a dialogue tonight.”

“Ahh yes, “cooking dinner” says Tobias. “Good luck and don’t worry I will not be home to interrupt what I am sure will be a pleasant evening.” Said Tobias smugly. They enjoyed their meal and went their separate ways. Estelle was buoyed by her chat. Be honest, how hard can that be? She thought to herself. She went home and did some study then got ready for her date night with Ethan. She knew that they were to have a serious discussion but she still picked one of her new lingerie sets, after all, if all went to plan, well they would be fucking each other senseless afterwards. It had been a busy few weeks for both of them after all.

She made her way to Ethan’s unit. She knocked on the door and he called out to enter. He was already in the kitchen, very much in his element. It was a pasta dish that he was cooking and it looked and smelt delicious. They sat and they ate. After a glass of wine and some kissing she felt that she should not delay the inevitable chat anymore.

How much of a future do you see for us?” Ethan was perplexed initially but he knew that Estelle would be applying for residency and that assauged his surprise.

“Is this because you want to know where you should apply for residency?” Asked Ethan

“Partially, residency is a big deal and if you still see us being an us, we’ll that will impact where I apply.

“And why should I be a consideration. If the best opportunity for you is on the west coast then we will sort something out.”

Estelle was shocked. She knew this would be an Ethan response but it was still a shock, it was not like she was putting her career on hold.

“Do you even care about us Ethan?”

“Stelle, in all honesty, I thought we would be talking residencies when you got accepted, not before you even started applying.” He took a breath

“And yes I do care about us but you also need to know that you also need to do what is best for you career wise.”

“Life is not all about career Ethan.”

“It is a big chunk of our lives though”

Estelle is starting to feel hurt.

“Is care all you feel?”

Ethan paused, things were going well, so he thought. He really did like Estelle but for him,6 months was too soon surely.

“Do I really like you? I thought the answer to that was obvious but beyond that, we have only been together for six months…”

“What are you that afraid to fall in love Ethan!” Exclaims Estelle

Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Stelle, you know me entering a relationship is a big deal. A relationship, hell even the friendship I have with Tobias was not something I foresaw.”

“E, I know that I am your first serious relationship, hell even this relationship is serious by my standards but I need to know, do you see a future for us?”

Ethan took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts.

“I don’t know how to answer that question honestly. I understand why you are wanting to know this, however asking me to even guess where we will be, I am having trouble imagining that…”

“So you don’t see a future for us, is that what you are saying?”

“I did not say that….”

“Yeah that is what it sounded like!” Said Estelle crying. She picks up her bag and makes her way to the door.

“Stelle, please, can we talk about this?” Calls Ethan, following her towards the door but he is not quick enough and she walks out the door and slams it in his face.

Ethan is confused and upset. Tonight was not meant to end like it had, he decides to

Let Estelle cool off and call her tomorrow.

He sits down, dejected and angry at himself and trying to figure out what he did actually feel. He knew the answers were not what Estelle wanted to hear but surely she should have preferred him to be honest now instead of being proved wrong this time next year. He found the bourbon stash as he needed something stronger.

Meanwhile Estelle was a mess. She knew he had a wall and she had suspected that she had been enabling Ethan by letting him behind that wall but hearing he had not thought about a future that included her, letting her make what she thought was a decision that needed input from him. He did not explicitly state it was over but it sure felt like that and a fresh set of angry and sad tears flowed. She had no idea how long she had been wandering aimlessly but she was shocked when she happened upon Tobias. Tobias was also shocked to see her. He could see she was upset.

What happened?” Asked Tobias

“Ethan and I had a fight, he does not see a future for us.” More tears fall, Tobias is torn, he wants to be there for Estelle but also wants to see Ethan. Estelle then cuddles into Tobias. “I really love him” she says in between sobs, “how can he treat me like this?”

“Did you tell him you love him?” Asked Tobias.

“I did not get that far. He has not thought about us, it really hurt Tobias.”

Tobias offers to get Estelle home. Estelle decides she needs a drink while they are on the way and they stop off at the bar. They have a few drinks, talk about the fight, talk about school. They both drink more than they should have, and as such their inhibitions were lowered. The thoughts that Estelle thought she had long buried about Tobias came to the fore. With the courage that the alcohol offered, Estelle kisses Tobias. Tobias is shocked. He found her attractive but it was clear to him that she had eyes for Ethan, so he thought.

“Me and Ethan are over T” she whispers before kissing him again. Tobias decides that they should go. As much as he knew he should leave, he did want to make sure that Estelle got home safely. They make their way to Estelle’s where she kisses him again. This time Tobias ignores the voice in his head telling him to stop.

They enter the unit and make their way to her bedroom. Again the voice in his head told him he needed to stop but he again ignored it. The kisses get hungrier and they disrobe. As soon as Estelle unbuckles his belt she is down on her knees. He was taken aback by her prowess and as the night went on, he was surprised again. He could not deny that the sex was great, even Estelle was satisfied multiple times but the regret set in right away.

He discretely got up from the bed and found his clothes. He left her a note stating that he had gone home and he embarked on the walk of shame.

He arrived at the unit he shared with Ethan. A part of him hoped that Ethan would be in bed but he was not. He could tell his friend was upset and that he had been drinking.

Are you upset about you and Estelle breaking up?”

Ethan looks at Tobias, his look of sadness changing to anger. In that moment Tobias just knew he had been lied too.

“We had a fight, yes but I did not end it, she was very upset that I had trouble seeing a future and I suppose she took that as me ending it but she stormed out before I could discuss it further.”

Tobias took a breath. He knew this conversation was going to hurt his friend but he decided he was going to be honest. He took the bottle on the table and poured himself a drink before continuing.

“Well, Stelle is spinning a different story, she told me you were over, I am sorry”

Tobias could see hurt and Anger in Ethan’s eyes.

“Sorry for what Tobias, what is going on?”

Tobias decides to continue to tell the truth.

“I bumped into Estelle, she told me about the fight. She was pretty upset so I wanted to make sure she got home safely, anyway we stop off at a bar and had quite a few drinks and she kissed me. She assured me you were over and kissed me again…”

“Did anything else happen?” Asked Ethan, through gritted teeth.

“I had sex with Estelle.” Said Tobias. “If I had known she was lying I wouldn’t have. She told me that you were over.”

“And you believed her?” Said Ethan, angrily.

“What was I to think? She was crying and wandering aimlessly and very upset when our paths crossed.”

“You could have thought with your head and not with your cock for starters.”

“I did not plan it, it just happened.”

“Well you could have said no.”

“If we had not detoured that probably would have happened.”

“So what, were you waiting for me to screw up before you had your way with her? Or were you…”

“I am going to stop you right there Ethan. Yes when I first met Estelle I did find her attractive but she only had eyes for you.”

Ethan is furious. Furious at himself, at Tobias and also Estelle.

“I can not believe that you, my supposed best friend, slept with my girlfriend.”

“Which part of she said you had broken up are you not getting?”

“That does not matter, you still fucked her! And more importantly, fucked her right after she thought that we were over!”

Ethan storms out, feeling more hurt then what he did when his mum walked out when he was eleven.

Tobias wants to go after his friend but he knew that neither were in a state to discuss this maturely. He was angry at himself for ignoring the voice that said stop and mad at himself for betraying the trust that he knew Ethan did not give freely. He knew it was going to be hard coming back from this but Ethan was the brother he wished he had and he would do anything to try and keep this relationship. He calls Estelle and he is also angry at her. Angry for giving up on Ethan, angry for wanting another man in her bed so soon and angry that she lied to him.

After hanging up with Estelle he went to bed, hoping to clear his head before Ethan came back.

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Authors note: that awkward moment where you have already done large amounts of dialogue in the events of this night in part 2 of the medical school series which is found here. I have added some little extra bits. The next part will have some more parts lifted my series again with more added as I did want to do more from the perspective of Tobias and I also wanted to showcase a bit more the friendship that Estelle had with Tobias and how that was also ruined too.

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[keferon]

Blurr and Swerve (set sometime during the Blurr chapter when Blurr first gets his mech), because these two have apparently taken up residence in my brain

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Swerve wonders, waiting for Blurr to show up to inspect his new mech, if Blurr has ever felt anything less than confident, less than certain. 

Does he have any hesitation or doubts about joining the mecha program, becoming a pilot? 

If he has, you'd never know it by the way he walks into the mechanic's hall like he owns the place – accompanied by a flustered looking staffer from the upper floors and a full five minutes later than when he was scheduled to arrive.  (Not that anyone seems to care whether Blurr keeps to a schedule or how much it disrupts everyone else's ability to just do their jobs. He's Blurr after all.)

Swerve watches Blurr walk away from the staffer with barely a thank you.  Watches as Blurr asks one, two, then three times for directions as he crosses the long hall.  And each time he's greeted with smiles, attempts at conversation, and people kindly pointing out Swerve's direction.  And each time, Blurr gives the same thank you – short and dismissive, without a backward glance.

Swerve wonders, as he watches, whether Blurr ever feels shame or has second thoughts about how he treats everyone else as though they are less than him. 

If he does, it certainly doesn't show from the way that lazy grin never slips from his face the whole way across the hall.  Even up close, even as Swerve shakes Blurr's hand and has to reintroduce himself and remind the man that they've met before (and how many times has it been now?), Blurr's smile never wavers.

Does it ever falter when Blurr is alone?  Does the smile ever slip from his face as he thinks back on his actions in private?  Or is it just a permanent feature of the man -- along with the shining eyes, blindingly white teeth, and immaculate hair.  Superficially perfect in every way to an extent that standing next to Blurr is enough on its own to make Swerve feel special.

And then Blurr is gone, moving to inspect his mech.  And the shallowness of it all hits Swerve in full force again.

Swerve wonders, watching Blurr move under the shadow of the looming metal machine, whether the man ever feels fear. 

Does he realize that mechs are synonymous with death?  That the machine he is standing under is built to kill.  Aliens, yes.  But pilots die too -- alarmingly often.  Even if Blurr isn't on the front lines (and Swerve can't imagine Swindle risking his money on that) there are still risks.  Accidents.  Injuries.  Deaths.  Would he care if he knew?  Maybe his ego is such that he believes such fates are for lesser men.

But Blurr's mech in particular – Swerve worked on the specs for Blurr's mech.  Does the man realize that his machine is a death trap? 

Maybe ignorance truly is bliss.  Swerve wonders whether he should tell him.  Swerve wonders whether it would even matter.  Would Blurr even listen, if he pulls him aside?

Swerve never gets the chance.  He is crowded out by a swarm of photographers, staffers, and mechanics -- come to watch Blurr set foot in his mech for the first time.

Blurr hops into the pilot's seat as casually as though he's taking his car out for a drive around the block.  He smiles that blinding smile down at the crowd and waves for the cameras.

And Swerve wonders, watching Blurr, whether he envies the way Blurr can just breeze through life seemingly untouched and unphased by it all.

ANON I LOVE YOU MARRY ME /J

This is absolutely delightful ehehhengkgkhmh it synchronizes SO WELL with my mental image of them you literally caught my brain waves lglmgkg i love it so fucking much it's part of the canon for me now

[redsquidface]

When informed about your transfer off planet, you were not worried at first. After all, it was a normal practice for The United Earth as a means of cultural exchange with other interstellar civilizations. But then you discovered that you'd be sent to a remote space station, as far away from Earth as possible. When you arrived, you found out that none of that station's inhabitants were humans. Your translator couldn't even fully understand some dialects and accents.

The first time you visited the food court, you were stunned by the variety and foreignness of the presented food. There were kitchens from all across the galaxy, but none familiar to you. 

One of the stands caught your gaze. Mostly because some of the dishes on display were still wiggling and squeaking. Despite everything being overspiced and slimy, it was your best option. For a minute, you braced yourself and prepared to order, but then you noticed a dusty replicator standing in a corner. You have used these machines before and knew that they could create human food or you could teach them how to. Postponing the probe of the alien cuisine, you rushed to the machine, eager to taste the familiar.

The chef of the kiosk, whom you left in a hurry, followed you with the gaze of their red eyes and angrily growled. Their warrior culture saw every aspect of their lives as a battlefield. War, love, sword fighting, sewing, engeniring, cooking - all were competitive and passionate. The fact that you eyed their dishes and not only chose not to buy anything, but rushed away was interpreted as personal defeat of the cook and an insult to their honor. The large alien gracefully hopped over a glass counter and followed after you, furious but collected.

By this time, you had alredy uploaded a human food pack into a replicator, ordered a burger, and paid for it. When the machine dispensed your order, somone quickly took it away. Without wasting a second, alien chef threw your burger into their wide opened maw and began to chew.

"Plane. Too plane. Do you really trade this over my perfectly spiced food?"

"H-hey! I've paid for this!"

"And I will refund your money at my stand tenfold. My food is much better than this replicated crap."

Indeed, the taste of replicated food was always a bit off, but you ware not in a mood for squirmy food. You also weren't eager to argue this day.

"No thanks, I don't like living food."

You pretend to ignore the angry alien and ordered a plate of spaghetti from the replicator. But this portion was also devoured, even with a paper plate. The chef was stubborn and refused to let go of a customer.

As the alien chef was staring you down, you began to get angry. Suddenly, an insidious idea slipped into your mind. You ordered again. This time, it was a big, ripe lemon. Suppressing a giggle, you watched as the rude chef sent the yellow fruit into their mouth and began to loudly chew. As the red eye opened wide and the alien grunted, covering their mouth, you began to regret your little revenge. What if lemon was poisonous for that species? What if the alien is now pissed off even more and will try to kill you?

But when the chef looked at you, in their red eyes were no traces of rage or vengefulness, but only curiosity.

"Do you humans eat this?"

"Yes."

"Really? "

"Yes, but doses are usually smaller."

"And there I thought that your spicies were fragile."

After that remark, you felt obliged to brag. For the next half hour, you were talking about hot papers, acidic pineapples, and poisonous fish dishes, while the alien chef was cooking food for you at their stand, sometimes interrupting you with questions and remarks. They seemed to be at awe of human culinary habits. The chef prepared your dish with extra care, making sure that seasoning is not too intence and all ingredients are dead and fried.

After the chef handed you the finished food you were so hungry that you began to eat without hesitation. Surprisingly, the taste was good.

When you finished eating, you thanked the chef for the food. Approvingly nodding at the site of a clean plate, they said that it was repaiment only for their first theft and invited you in this kiosk again. The alien promised that the next time their menu will include new ingredients from the Earth.

As you both said your goodbyes, you and the alien chef parted ways. You both made a new friend today.

[megamindsecretlair]

WIP Tuesday

Buckle up babes, it's going to be a long post!

I come before you humble, hat in hand. I know I been wilding ya'll. I know there's a lot of fics I need to update and get back to. I haven't forgotten! And since there are...so many new people thanks to my Terry fics, what a great time to call myself out chuz ya'll too nice to do so! I saw @nerdieforpedro do this a few weeks ago? Forgive me for not tagging the person you got it from, but I am tiredt, chilleee.

Current focus: Terry got my whole heart, ya'll. Every fic I read of him, I just want to go hop in the booth myself and get to writing. Ya'll inspire me every damn day, it's magical. There is a filthy, disgusting, mean, despicable fic I wanna write with him. But alas, he is not the only one I write for.

Girl, there's how many series????? Listen, the muse wants what it wants. 11 series in total. Chillee, why I do dissssss. Some are closer to finishing than others. So let's count them out (click the links to learn more):

Be My Little Darling - Loki series | It Started With a Whisper - Sam Wilson series | Midnight Sin - Vampire Tyrone series | Blackbird - Mob Boss Fontaine | Camp Wanderlust - Franklin Saint series | What You Deserve - Homewrecker Stunna | Runaway Lover - Professor Stunna | If I Took You Home - Kevin Atwater | Kill Her Softly - Zyair Malloy | A Taste of the Divine - Yakuza Sukuna | We Are the Night - Qimir

Frenn, that's a lot, do you sleep? Are you okay? Blink twice if you need help. I'm promise I'm good ya'll, I just love writing and I love interacting with ya'll. You have NO idea how much each and every single one of ya'll mean to me. I love the support, I love the comments, I love the reblogs. I'm trying not to disappoint folks, I was on a schedule and well, life happened. I can course correct, I promise. Just gon' take me a little minute. Let me close the smaller series first!

Okay, surely that's it right, frenn? Ahh no, because there's also the asks that have been piling up. Per my pinned post, you know that I have a scatterbrain. Some asks I deleted because they're too similar to what I've done before. Some I'm still trying to picture before I start writing. But the ones I've kept? At last tally it is...33. Some are similar and I'm going to combine them, but yeahhhhh. This isn't a callout post, keep sending those requests in! Just know it's gonna take me a smoooooooth minute. Also, welcome new people, welcome! But not everything needs a part two, I promise. If I write "The End" at the bottom, that truly means the end. No part 2 planned, ain't trynna write a part two. I want to move on sometimes. I love you, but I'll be writing until I'm gray if everything got a part 2. And I wanna get paid for my writing. Which brings me tooo...

Umm, umm, what's this I hear about a book??? Yes! I am actually writing a book based on an ask I received. It was a sweet ask about what kind of story would go with "Handwritten Letter". I said it gave friends to lovers, she fell first, he fell harder type of vibes. It has morphed into dark academia about a shy girl just trying to come into her own. It's a combo of and a love letter about girls like me, girls like you, each and every person who identifies as a Soft Black Girl. And I already have *so* many ideas about other books I want to do. There will be one based on the Mr. Black series I wrote. There will also be a vampire one! I just can't decide yet which will be the second book I put out. I'm leaning towards vampire because Terry is HEAVY on the brain ya'll. And he'd make a sexy vamp. But anywhooo...

I say all this to say that I'm not a machine. I'm not that quick despite appearances. I may not seem like I have any chill, but I've been fantasizing and turning over these fics in my head for days or weeks before I sit down to write. And I'm not saying to stop. Your support is exactly why I feel good enough about my writing to sit and write an entire book! I want to be a full time author. I want to share my ideas with the world. I'm just slow lmfaoooooo.

In the mean time, I hope you're hitting up all these amazing writers on here. I hope you're commenting and reblogging and showing love on here. I will keep saying it. This site will DIE and these BLACK writers will LEAVE if people keep stealing, not commenting, not reblogging, asking for part 2s and never showing love. Fandom is a community, not a pillar. No one know it's you behind that avatar, go crazy! Go nuts. Show nuts. whatever.

Love, love, love you all. If you read this far, drop something funny in the comments. Or go unhinged in my asks about Terry. Don't get me started about that man, but go awff about him because that's my baby favaaa.

no pressure tags: @chaos-4baby @j0kers-light @umber-cinders @harmshake @planetblaque @babybratzmaraj @soft-persephone

[rhiaden]

I just like Ascended Astarion.

No. I will not be giving any caveats, no, I will not be saying I think he would be bad IRL. I might explain why I like the route but not because you demand that I justify it. He makes me happy. My chars have a blast with him. He has helped me have a RL breakthrough. I am sorry if you dont like him. Luckily other companions exist and other routes for him. Oh, I also won't be hopping into your tags and flairs and comment threads to tell you why I am totally not thinking about the companion you prefer...definitely not thinking about him, nope....but here is a thesis about how I definitely dont spend hours fantasising about him..but in a moral and pure way you understand, because I spend hours thinking about how nasty he is to my character and you just have fun with him and that is wrong....Also I would never tell you that you are only doing it for sexualizing the companion while I keep a save of their romance scene before smashing that reload button For real, it is ok if you want to play AA route....we don't judge you for it...we have a wide variety of HC and ways we enjoy him in the fandom. I promise you will be able to find people who enjoy him the same way you do and even if you don't....we won't tell you how to enjoy him. We are just happy to have people enjoying the route. Go full dark evil HC, go full political machinations, go turbo romantic..go clownst..ok, maybe not clown (j/k) Hell, I make the most ridiculously romantic videos with him because I can. Most of my friends love some very dark AA, some of them love dark and twisted AA. My Tavs/DU and AA? we are political schemers who get puppets in all the important places and rule from the shadows. (Well, apart from my gnome who..likes being fired from cannons at the circus and then getting our political enemies to take the ride too because its safe! - My gnome and AA now own the circus after it was shut down for OSHA violations! My gnome is the brattiest thing in Faerun, and AA loves it) We have some really good art too! I promise you the church of our Lord is a broad church with room for many takes on him. You don't need to frame your like of him as a moral lecture to get purity points (And let's be real, I have read your HC about him...so maybe it is a bit late to be trying to get those purity points..) Come on in, you are halfway there with the amount of time you spend thinking about him already (I swear its more than I do, and I have 700 hours ingame with AA alone...and have written a load of fics with him, and made...25 videos set to songs with him) We don't judge over here. You should try it sometime.

[spidey-bie]

Murder In The Morning

A/N: I am suffering. It's 2 in the morning. If there are errors then no there isn't. Hobie x g/n black reader  Summary: Your period came while sleeping over at Hobie's. Warnings: Blood (duh), Reader uses pads because tampons scare me

You should've known that it was coming. 

The signs were all there. The restless sleep schedule, the sudden shift in emotions, strange cravings, and the unusual forgetfulness.

You’d thought you had more time but, alas. 

Here you are, waking up in Hobie Brown's bed surrounded by a pool of blood.

"It's everywhere." Obviously you were exaggerating but you knew it was gonna be a pain to deal with later. 

"Oh my God." It was really bad.

"You alright in there?" Hobie calls from the kitchen. He's probably let you sleep in while he started cooking breakfast.

"It's a code red," You call back. This was a gag you both had started from the first time your period started at Hobie’s house. At least this time it wasn't on new sheets.

"What's the damage?"

"It was a massacre." You have to check to see if you bled through to the mattress. 

"Damn it." Unfortunately, you had.

"It's that bad?" Hobie 

"Captain, they ambushed us. We never stood a chance."

He ducks into the room, eyes widening at the scene. 

"Woah. All this came from you?"

You stare at him blankly. Sometimes you wonder if he says stupid stuff like this just to piss you off.

"Who else is there?"

"I just thought I was the only one with enemies to fight here." 

And if any of them popped up right now you would leave him to fend for himself. Spider-man values be damned.

"Gimme one good reason why I shouldn't punch you right now."

"Because." He says waving a bottle of peroxide as he walks towards you. 

"While you take a nice, long, hot shower I'll be cleaning up this whole mess for you." He was standing in front of you now. You started to feel bad for your small outburst.

“But before that.” He opens his arms wide. An open invitation for a hug you so desperately needed.  

"Fine" You sigh and let yourself be enveloped in his arms.

"Thank you." You mumbled into his chest. 

"Of course." He pressed a light kiss onto your forehead. "Now off you go." 

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After hopping out the shower and being met with the cold air of the bathroom you felt the cramps start to creep in.

"You got any ibuprofen or those para- whatchamacallits?"

"Paracetamols. Med cabinet." You grabbed a blister pack out of the cabinet and popped a pill.

You had thrown away the pants and underwear that you were wearing earlier; they were beyond saving. Thankfully, there were clothes for you to change into, courtesy of Hobie’s closet, and underwear from a previous visit. However, there was one thing that you didn’t have.

"Bie." You shouted. "You got any pads?" It was unlikely but, you might've left some behind before. If not you could always just send Hobie to grab some. 

“Umm. Check under the sink?"

You open the drawer and nearly cry from what you see. There sat a small box, clearly labeled in Hobie’s messy handwriting, Lovebug's Blood Kit. It held pads in a number of colors and sizes, as well as a variety of your favorite chocolates.

You put on a pad and headed to the bedroom, expecting Hobie to still be there. To your surprise, you were met with a bare mattress completely cleaned of the previous murder scene. "In here," he called from the kitchen. "Food's done." 

"How’d yo-"

"You were in there for ages, bug. I was starting to think you passed out from blood loss."

You roll your eyes and smile. You were in love with an idiot. A caring and considerate idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.  

"Thanks again for everything." You sit down and begin to eat.

“Don’t know what you mean,” he shrugged, glancing towards you with a smile.

You giggle. “Of course you don’t.”

The quiet hum of the washing machine continued in the background as you both sat and ate. 

(A/n I got lazy by the end lol. Thank you to my lovely lovely editors @whaliiwatching and @shuinami. This was truly a mess before they looked at it.)

[trashpandacraft]

What are your cats' names? I love them very much 🥹

you are my favourite person. thank you so much for asking this and giving me a chance to talk about my cats, my precious terrible babies.

we have three cats, as you can see in this photo of them supervising me watering the garden yesterday.

the brown tabbies are brothers, and are two years old. the grey one was adopted at the same time, but is younger—about eighteen months. they're terrible. i adore them.

this is darcy. he's impossibly beautiful, so full of beauty that there's absolutely no space left in that precious little head of his for anything as trivial as thoughts. look at those eyes. his mind is absolutely empty.

darcy enjoys hanging his chin over things, feather toys, helping me manage any wool products that i'm using, sunbeams, yoghurt, tearing apart cardboard boxes, and being lightly thunked along his sides. does he like being pet like a normal cat? not really. what he loves is when you aggressively rub his sides up and down like you're trying to towel off a very wet dog, or when you play bongos on his ribs.

darcy is our babiest boy, and also the fanciest and most beautiful boy. he doesn't walk, he prances. his tail is an enormous peacock plume. his mouth is so so so pink. he's also our most timid boy—very friendly, but very cautious, especially when it comes to anything physical. big jump? no thank you, darcy will simply hop down to the floor and take the long way. he's our longest and probably our sturdiest cat, but he does not care to put that to the test.

this is bingley. you may notice, in these photos, that he's missing the paw on his front right leg. this is because he put every single one of his ability points into soft and didn't leave any for paw. he feels like this was a reasonable trade, and is entirely unbothered by its absence.

bingley likes sofa, plush fishie toys, biting and biting and biting his siblings, cotton, being tall, getting onto the bed by jumping directly on my face, and trucks and machines of all types. you have a spinning wheel? this guy is obsessed with spinning wheels. garbage is being picked up? he is tearing into the office so he can watch it out the window. toddler-ass behaviour, frankly.

darcy and bingley are brothers, and when we went to the shelter, we were told that they were a bonded pair, and that darcy relied on bingley for a lot of social cues. this was, at it turns out, 100% correct. darcy is timid and anxious and very reluctant to trust his own abilities; bingley is confident and loud and knows absolutely no fear. this cat has opinions, and by god he's gonna tell you about them. bingley makes the biggest jumps, and is the cat who figured out that he could jump from the knee-high cat tree to the top of the more-than-two-metres wardrobe. i'm honestly glad that he's missing a paw because i feel like if he weren't a tiny bit nerfed, he'd be A Threat. he is also far and away our smallest cat, even though he sometimes makes himself look quite large in photos.

this is goblet. goblet is rightfully called silver—my child named him, thus the thematic disconnect—but i have to admit that i've almost never called him that. you see, when we got him, he was very young, and he had hilariously oversized eyes and ears, which made him look like a goblin. a very small goblin. a goblet, if you will.

goblet likes food, the plastic bottle caps from sports drinks that he fishes out of the garbage, being in things (baskets, drawers, cat beds, etc), headbutts, having his belly rubbed, and sitting with his front paws tucked up very politely.

he's our most skittish boy—if there's a loud noise, he's gone—but also the snuggliest. which is great, because he's also the most trustworthy when it comes to craft supplies. if i pull out my knitting, there's like an 85% chance that he'll appear on my lap within ten minutes or so, and then he'll just hang out there. i've used his limbs to tension yarn before and he just purrs. he's sort of middle of the road on the bad life choices scale—too skittish to have bingley's eyes closed, three paws, can't lose attitude, but more confident than darcy. he's also the smartest cat.

additionally, he has weirdly, freakishly grippy paws. he's not polydactyl, but he very much uses his dewclaws like thumbs. he really holds on to things. it's messed up but also very charming, because he holds on to everything.

anyhow, thank you so so much for sending me this ask and giving me an excuse to tell you way more than you wanted to know about my cats!

[yes-im-youtube-kids]

SHADOWBAN SURVIVAL GUIDE

IMPORTANT SHIT:

I’M NOT ACTUALLY YOUTUBE KIDS

I AM A MINOR, if you haven’t noticed

DO NOT ship me and Spotify Kids. We are both MINORS and are NOT OK WITH THAT

NO NSFW ASKS

OTHER SHIT:

Google is my parent, incognito is my fav sibling

Petsmart is my second (consecutive) parent

Eharmony is my third (consecutive) parent, adding me to the pink sparkle family, shakesqueer is my fav sibling

they/xe please

please interact with my blog pls pls pls

I draw a lil bit

I curse a lot a bit

yeah I like Star Trek it comes up sometimes (like as synonymous for hyperfixate on)

I am:

-agender

-genderfluid

-trans

-questioning panromantic

-actually with my gender and orientation I don’t even fucking know anymore and I don’t think I’ll be able to figure it out any time soon loves

-adhd

-I’ve got anxiety

-probably autistic

-probably ocd

-sometimes depressed

-really fucking emotionally stunted

I am involved with the illegal dealing of explosives and other dangerous weaponry—if you need a bomb or some other killing machine hop into my asks or @ me and I can make you one. I can make specialized bombs or other weapons from blades to firearms for any occasion!* I do all of this for a range of prices—could be anything from merely seeing the chaos of my making to your soul!

if I come across as rude I prolly didn’t mean it it was either for the bit or I didn’t realize it was rude

I occasionally go ooc I can’t always contain my hyperfixations I apologize sincerely

uuhhhhh idk what else to put here

L to R: Incognito, YTK, Pandora, SK, Firehouse

Yeah so I was doing that for a while and then I got busy

*legally obliged to say these are emojis. That I send to you via reblogs. I don’t make irl bombs or weapons

[rinstrumental]

ellie gf headcanons pt. 2

# i’m a headcanon machine i cant be stopped… also she is literally a cheesy ass lose girlfriend this part is actually canon confirmed by naughty dog. modern au

if your native language isn’t english/speak any language other than english she is going to think you’re ten times cooler than you already are. best believe she’s hopping on duolingo first thing she gets home too so she can impress you (i know duolingo isn’t the best but she’s TRYING)

she took spanish in high school though

even though she can’t retain the info for shit she will search up terms of endearment in your language and call you them all the time even if you think its corny she can’t stop

whenever someone asks her what her type is she just says “my girl” with the most stupid grin on her face

she fidgets SO much omg she doesn’t wear rings often but when she does (you said they looked nice one time and all of a sudden she’s wearing rings every time you see her) she’s constantly playing with them. she also plays with the strings of her hoodie/loose threads etc.

*playing basketball* “this one’s for you babe” *completely misses*

such a nerd for collectibles!! has been since she was a kid. she has funko pops, vinyls, pokemon cards, snowglobes, plushies, smiskis, calico critters she’s a slave to capitalism

little social media presence. her only instagram account is basically a photo dump which is private with only her closest friends following it. (spoiler alert, most of the pictures are of the two of you)

in the last post i said she’s have a pet gecko but i also strongly believe joel would have a dog. could be a teeny tiny chihuahua or a fucking great dane idk just give my man a good friend! ellie also loves that dog (whatever it is) dearly

doesn’t have any piercings and doesn’t ever consider it unless you say that they’d look good on her… your word is her law FR 😭😭😂😂

okay no she’s not dependent on you to the point of it being toxic though. HOWEVER it’s a bit hard for her to express when she feels upset sometimes and gets jealous easily but she tries her best to communicate and keep it healthy

she has her tattoos though of course. although this is a modern au so she’d have different ones i guess… forearm one is definitely in the cards but also lots of tiny little ones. a few for her friends and family and a few she got in a drunken stupor

pottery lesbian that’s it

gets SOOO red when she’s drunk i dont care what anyone says her alcohol tolerance is average at best

i think she would play a sport sometimes. like volleyball. she plays competitively if she’s in school and she always wants you to come “watch your girlfriend be cool”. bring a sign - she’ll love it

kisses and hugs u after the game while she’s all sweaty too…ew but aw

she also really likes animated movies, not disney but like how to train your dragon and the spiderverse and puss in boots (im projecting). she went to see barbie and oppenheimer on the same day and she didn’t dress up but the spirit was there!!

she’s not a gymbro per se but joel probably would have workout equipment in the basement which ellie uses from time to time. and she’s just naturally lean because she’s an active person. pls tell her how big and strong and sexy and amazing she is

ok fine i think she likes being praised AND SHE DESERVES ITT like she’s such a wonderful girlfriend ❤️ ugh shes perfect I CANT STAND HER

goodnight and good morning texts are part of her routine

sunburns easily so you have to remind her to wear sunscreen all the time

doesn’t really know how to do makeup but she’ll paint your nails for you and do your hair

whenever the two of you spend the night together she’s usually last to get up. this bitch could sleep through the rapture i’m not kidding but it’s okay because it gives you time to admire her pretty face as she sleeps in peace and quiet for once

takes the aux very seriously you guys HAVE to share it. unless you like the same music and i think she would like radiohead, joy division, deftones and loser sad songs like that…. she also is a big fan of the spiderverse soundtrack and kendrick lamar though and thee stallion 😜 (i have two wolves inside me)

please reblog mwah thank you!!

[shhtickerbook]

Hi, I really like the Wonka movie and love the idea of Willy being a regressor. Could you do a scenario where he's at his shop but suddenly gets trigger and regresses?

Bittersweet

thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took a while.

Trigger warning for panic attacks, mild injury description and detailed descriptions of a trauma trigger

This fic takes place where all of the The Scrub crew are all aware of Willys regression, post movie. Also in my own AU, Their found family decide to remain close to eachother and stay in town to help with the new shop / factory.

At last the rebuilt shop had been restored, it had taken time , much longer than it had previously. For a while Wonka could hardly bare to look at it, seeing everything he worked so hard for so destroyed. But with the help of his friends and new family, they managed to restore it to her former glory. It was even improved beyond its previous, with the chocolate cherry blossom bearing a prismatic array of leaves and petals. It was somehow even more perfect than before.

Everything was going perfect that day, sales were inclining everyday. Abacus becoming chief financial advisor of the store, with the Money he had earned he was able to move both his Wife and Granddaughter to come live with him here. They were all thriving brilliantly with this new future to come.

Noodle was attending a grammar school now, but every day she would come racing to the store to help out. She was busy stocking the shelves of chocolate boxes, when she saw Willy strolling down the lane, cane swinging. Sometimes he just had to take it all in around him again, grinning at this dream he’d made come true.

“We’ve only got a few of the deluxe boxes on display Willy, they were pretty popular and they probably won’t last too long.”

Willy hopped over to take a look, the truffles in question had been increasingly popular. But it shouldn’t be a problem, he had a machine upstairs that was busy pumping out more. They had been closed for some refurbishment for a little while, but at last reopening to the public, and he couldn’t be more excited. Willy made sure to make some a quick patrol around the shop, checking in with each of his friends who were working in their own stations.

“Willy get a look at this! It’s done”

Piper called over in a sing song voice, she was busy tinkering away at a panel by the moat that surrounded the chocolate tree. Before there was just the small boat that mechanically spun around in a circuit, but this time Piper and Willy had put their heads together to something much more magic. With her mastery in plumbing, she turned a wheel until a pipe burst open into the moat. Wonkas finest melted chocolate streaming out, this time the boat needing no mechanism to cycle around. It was a perfect chocolate river spiralling around the tree, Willy whooping in excitement.

“It’s perfect!”

With clasped hands and a grin, before Piper put her arm around the chocolatier with a firm pat on the back. It was great timing too, the clock rang for 9:00am. Abacus checking his own pocket watch to be sure before calling out.

“Alright, any minute now we’re going to be open to the public again. And if my findings are correct I think it will be even busier than last time! Oh and noodle, Uniform?.”

He looked over at her with a raised eyebrow, noticeably lacking the blush pink outfit. Noodle just chuckling before holding up her bag, a flash of pink fabric poking out like a flag. It had been Willy who designed such garments, everyone at first was a little unsure with how… flamboyant they were. But they quickly warmed up to them, even Abacus.

Willy just couldn’t wait for the customers to arrive, sitting himself by the glass to peer through into the gallery gourmet. In the distance seeing a cloud or people making their way up. With a smile he stood up, adjusting his new scarf over his coat, before opening the front doors.

“Welcome one and all again to the renewed Wonkas chocolate!”

-

The new grand opening was going splendidly, the chocolate river canal proving to be quite the money maker too. Only a sovereign a ride, and it created quite a line for it that wound around the shop. Which meant those waiting in line had a perfect view of everything they had on sale.

Willy had the opportunity to unveil one of his newest creations too, the everlasting gobstopper. A hard candy In which never gets smaller, no matter how much and how long you sucked on it. (Lofty had been testing one for nearly a month now)

The prismatic coloured candy was stacked into a pyramid in its new display, Noodle working the station. They were making the most money they had ever had, but that didn’t matter much to Willy. What mattered to him was being able to share his joy and magic with those willing to indulge. And this time he didn’t have the chocolate cartel to worry about, his shop was bound to become the star of the Gallery Gourmet.

“Oi Mr Wonka!”

Willy was alerted by a boy tugging on his tail coat, turning to see a familiar face. It was the young shoe shine lad he had been stopped by multiple times on his first day here.

“Where are them swirly chocolate things? Me Mam loves them.”

Willy chuckled, surprised that the boy wasn’t trying to proposition him with a shoe shine or a brush of his coat. He already had chocolate smeared across his mouth, clearly been at the free samples.

“The chocolate truffles I think you’re referring to, are just over by the display over there young man. But try and save some for your Mother though”

Willy pointed his cane in the direction of the now dwindling boxes of truffles. The boy giving him a doff of his cap before turning on heel, Willy returning it with his own top hat. He decided to go check in with Abacus, he was just finishing up with a customer. The cashier ringing joyfully as he dropped coins inside, Abacus just couldn’t believe how much they were making.

“I’d say we’ve already made double of what he did last time Willy, especially with the new gobstoppers.”

Willy grinned, everything just felt so perfect. With the extra money, he planned to raise his friend’s wages. And although she wasn’t aware, Willy had begun to collect a fund. One for Noodle, he had already promised her a lifetime of chocolate. But with the girls smarts and potential, he wanted her to have most in life. The money was for her future, if she wanted to pursue any kind of career. She had done so much for her, he wanted to do the very same for her own future.

Before he could respond, a scream cut through their conversation. The sudden noise startling Willy, almost feeling his stomach drop into his shoes. Over on the other side of the store, a crowd had grown around a young boy. A boy who was red in the face, spluttering and choking. The exact boy that Willy had spoken to just moments ago.

Abacus immediately dropped what he was doing, racing over and pushing through the crowd. Willy knew he should follow, make sure the boy was alright. It was his store, the owner.

But he didn’t, he stood there completely catatonic.

No, no. Not again, it can't happen again.

In preparation for the new opening, Willy had obsessively checked and taste tested each product. So much so that he’d gone to bed with an exceptionally sore stomach. Everything was safe, he was sure everything was safe. Abacus, Lottie and Noodle were all kneeling by the young man, Before Abacus called out.

“Call for an ambulance-“

The shop itself was spinning, and it wasn’t just the chocolate canal ride. Willy was sure that the ground itself was falling away beneath him. An ambulance? Before it had just been multicoloured hair growth or green skin pigmentation, nothing life threatening. Nothing ever in need of any medical attention.

What had he done? It’s not as if the chocolate cartel could be involved like last time. It was his fault, it had to be his fault. He felt sick, face turned white as a sheet. He lost track of how long he’d been staring, but Noodle had noticed him through the crowd and immediately ran to her elder brother figure once the boy was being taken away.

“Willy? Willy!”

She tried to get his attention, but the chocolatiers eyes were fixed ahead. His lips were trembling with his head shaking, it was scaring her. She tried her best to reassure him, knowing what he’d be thinking.

“It’s okay, Willy you didn’t-“

He broke eye contact with the scene, looking down at her with his head shaking even more violently. His eyes flooded with tears as he began to step backwards, almost like a frightened animal.

“No, nono. Not again it can’t happen- won’t happen again”

He started mumbling out almost psychotically, flinching away from noodle when she tried to touch him. Both arms up with his hands and fingers flicking in panic. It was all his fault, that young boy might even die because he had done something wrong. He had no one to blame this time, what would mamma think?

He couldn’t hear anything around him anymore, it was just static. Everything was spinning and blurring, stumbling and tripping over things as he continued to backtrack. He needed to get away, he was a coward. A coward in which had probably killed or seriously injured a child with his stupid dreams.

Noodle tried again desperately to get his attention, waving a hand in his face. It was terrifying, he didn’t look like himself. He just continued to mutter and whimper to himself, his head shaking so hard that it may pop off his shoulders. She tried to hold onto his hand again but he recoiled away in disgust like she was diseased. No matter what she was saying, it wasn’t getting through.

“Willy! You’re scaring me, let me explain-“

But he wasn’t listening, holding his hands close up to his chest protectively. His cane clattering loudly to the ground, now without his mobility aid as he kept stepping back.

He needed to get away, now. Gasping for air, he stumbled backwards, feeling for the door into the backroom of the store. But he felt into midair instead, losing his balance and crashing into one of the shelves instead.

He yelped out in surprise, the back of his head hitting wood as a one of the glass jars wobbled from its shelving before crashing down over him. The further stimulation only worsening Willys condition. Noodle screamed and attempted to grab onto him before he fell, but couldn’t in time. Shards of glass and candy fell about him like snowflakes, But Wonka hardly noticed, far too panicked and overstimulated to care about any pain.

The commotion attracted even more attention in the shop, customers looking over to see the owner sitting in a pile of glass shards. As quickly as it happened, Willy somehow managed to get back to his feet, splintering his hands and arms with the glass in panic. In a rush he managed to pull open the back door and escape from everything. Behind him he could hear people calling his name, but unable to differentiate whether it was his friends or angry rioting customers. Noodle just stood there, not sure if she should follow. Deciding instead to enlist some support before attempting to talk with him like this.

Willy’s legs felt like jelly, so he didn’t make it very far. Falling into a heap on the floor, before gasping desperately for air. He couldn’t breathe properly, tears pouring down his face before he burst into sobs. Every single terrible outcome and scenario was racing around Wonkas brain. Did he not check the ingredients correctly? What if the boy wasn’t the only one in distress? They would for sure close down the store, maybe even arrest him. It was all his fault, it was happening all over again and there was nothing he could do about it.

-

Once the child was loaded into the ambulance, the employees of Wonkas Chocolate thought it best to close up shop for today. Abacus had spoken with the ambulance attendant, who had assured him that the boy was going to be alright. It was a huge relief to everybody, and although fellow customers seemed a little unsettled by the event, it was no where near like the angry mob from before. The only irritation coming from the announcement of their early closure. Both Abacus and Piper were guiding shoppers out the front door when Noodle approached both of them, looking extremely distressed.

“It’s Willy, he’s- he’s not okay”

-

Wonka was still so deep into a panic attack, so that when the door opened and his friends entered, he hardly noticed.

Noodle gasped at the sight of him, his cut up hands from the glass had begun to bleed horribly over his hands and arms, ruining his velvet jacket. The chocolatier was curled up into a ball, hyperventilating between cries.

Noodle couldn’t help but hold onto Pipers hand, she wasn’t good with blood. Benz squeezed her hand back reassuringly, they all too often forgot she was still a child herself. So Abacus approached first, kneeling in front of the panicked boy.

“Willy, it’s alright. It’s not what you think. The boy is going to be okay.”

But It didn’t seem like Abacus’ words were getting through, He had to physically take ahold of Willys hands before he would any pay attention, his bloodshot eyes snapping up. It hurt his heart to see him like this.

“He�� is. Okay?”

Willy managed to choke out between gasps, Noodle pulled away from piper to sit on the floor too, a hand comfortingly on his knee as she looked with concern. Willy Wonka was the strongest person she’d ever met, seeing him like this, it was scary.

“Yeah Willy, he just had a peanut allergy-“

Willy blinked hard, shaking his head again.

“Bb-ut I mmade a sign- i forgot to put them up?”

He began to spiral yet again, he did remember creating such labels, as it was Noodles idea. He thought it terrible luck for those who had such afflictions. But he wanted to include everyone to enjoy his creations as much as he could. With plenty of his other treats being free from such ingredients. They were even placed on the other side of the store especially to reduce any cross contamination. Had he forgotten to properly label something?

“Seems the young chap just wasn’t paying too much attention, just grabbing at any free sample he could find. It’s not your fault.”

Abacus gently rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb, before sucking through his teeth at the state of them. Willy was struggling to process this new information, his body and brain had already accepted the fact that this was all his fault.

“You need to breath Willy, in and out”

Noodle demonstrated, breathing in and blowing gently out onto his hot teary face. Willy looked up, still taking in short shallow breaths. He attempted to follow her guide, but halfway fell back into the hyperventilation.

“It’s okay buddy, try again”

Piper had come to kneel down too, smiling sadly at the sorry sight of him. It was strange seeing such a positive character so distraught. It ended up taking quite few minutes for the breathing exercises to help, with Willy leaning against Abacus as he did his best to follow his friends instructions.

At last the hyperventilation had slowed but Willy was still shaking. Biting down hard on his lower lip, tears continuing to cascade down his cheeks silently. Clicking his tongue sympathetically, Abacus pat his shaking knee. It was clearly going to take a little while for Willy to accept that this wasn’t his fault.

“You’ve had a bit of a fright, haven’t you?”

He couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed by his overreaction. But even with the reassurance that the boy would be alright, the anxiety was still lingering like little bugs racing up and down his skin. He was also beginning to feel that fuzzy sensation in his head again. It was like the scare had flipped a switch in his head, so he just nodded mournfully.

“Oh you poor lad”

Abacus tutted sympathetically, turning his attention to the injuries too. Gently lifting his arms to peer at them, surface wounds thankfully yet still very painful looking.

At least those could be easily fixed. Then turned to Piper with a knowing look, both of them having the same suspicion of his seemingly regressive headspace.

“We best get him upstairs to the flat, would you mind Benz?”

The woman nodded, before patting Noodle on the shoulder. Who was still staring at Willy with concern and anxiety.

“Hey noodle, how about you go help Larry and Lottie wrap up the store? We’ll take care of Willy”

Noodle wasn’t sure at first, looking back at her friend who was still in quite an upset state. but she was a little grateful for the opportunity. Seeing Willy so traumatised and bloody wasn’t an easy thing for a 13 year old to look at, especially when it was somebody she loved so much. So she quickly lunged forward to hug him tight, bearing in mind to be gentle around his arms. Even in the hug she could feel him shaking still, Willy only managing to weakly return it. When she stood up to leave she hesitated for a moment, watching as Abacus helped him onto his jittering legs.

“We’ll get him all sorted dear, you go help with the store..”

Abacus reassured her, Nodding after one more hesitant glance. She trusted them to look after Willy, they all cared for him so.

“Now then, let’s get you upstairs.”

Piper held the chocolatier up, watching how his legs were knocked kneed like a newborn fawn. Holding an arm over him to help him move on forward.

“Mmsorry”

Willy mumbled. Although he could sense the obvious regression taking its hold, he felt like such a silly burden. But when he they came up to his spiral staircase to his flat, he couldn’t help but moan. His stupid legs felt completely useless, almost like they were made from gummy candy.

“It’s okay buddy, but I don’t think these stairs are gonna be the smartest plan for you right now”

Before he could respond, he yelped as he was lifted up, then being settled on the plumbers hip. Seeing her grin mischievously as she held him steady. Willys face burning in surprise, but the action just made him feel even more fuzzy.

“How can someone who eats mainly chocolate be so little? He’s like a bird?”

Piper hushed over Willy to Abacus, who just chuckled at the comment.

“Little I think is definitely the correct adjective for right now, the poor boy's had such a fright"

There was a part of Willy that wanted to object to the accusation that he was feeling little, but even he knew they were likely right. He needed it terribly. And now that the adrenaline of everything was fading, he could truly feel the pain in his arms. Eyes widening in fear when taking actual sight of them, he didn’t like blood.

So he just squeezed his eyes shut right, pushing his head into pipers shoulder. The woman in question looking over at Abacus at the action, lips pursed at just how adorable this was. If it weren’t for such a bad situation, she would be skipping in joy. Why Willy had decided to implement such a fancy staircase (when he often needed his cane) was beyond them. Sometimes the chocolatier forgot about practicality, always wanting the extravaganza.

-

At last they made it upstairs to a landing, Abacus opening the mahogany door into Wonkas flat. The inside was extremely cosy, its interior inspired from his old canal boat home from when he was a child. A sloped curved ceiling with lots of warm colours and carved wooden decor. It was pretty simple and homey, the kitchenette and lounge taking up the room. A very large window looked down below to the gallery gourmet, with a small workshop set up against it, an ornate machine churning out singular chocolates. Then finally Willy’s bed up a few steps to an upper level of the room itself.

There was were two other doors on either side of the reasonably size room, one normal one leading to a bathroom. The other door abnormally small? Only around a metre in height. But that didn’t matter just now, the pair walking further inside before Piper settled Willy down on the couch.

“There we go, home and safe now.”

She comforted, hating how fragile and anxious he seemed. The presence of his home brought some comfort though, Willy reaching out to stroke the ribbed corduroy fabric of his lounge. Not before Abacus quickly lifted his hands away in alarm.

“Ah-ah! I’m sorry Willy but I will not have you smearing blood into that furniture”

He chastised only gently, the pale pink fabric being very easy to stain, and even harder to wash out.

“Wasn’t gonna..”

Willy mumbled, but his eyes did widen when he peered at his injured hands again. They were starting to really sting now, and he could catch the shiny glint of glass that was still imbedded.

“I should hope not, that chaise lounge just so happens to be one of my favourite pieces of decor in this accommodation”

A sharp pertinent voice cut through, not before Piper let out a yelp in surprise. Standing between them was a very small orange man, who just rolled his eyes at the reaction.

“Oh please Ms Benz, you have squealed many times at my presence. I’m tired of being revered like a mouse around a circus elephant”

The Oompa Loompa was holding an empty teacup in hand, he was only departing from his own room to tidy it away. Not expecting the flat to suddenly be busy with uninvited guests.

“Well if I’m the ‘circus elephant’ in that analogy, I’d be careful I don’t send you through that window with the kick of my boot.”

Piper threatened, stamping her foot in his direction. She wasn’t so keen on Lofty, his uptight attitude drove her up the wall. And she still hadn’t got used to his small presence, maybe it was because when he was a child she used to have nightmares and a very irrational fear of gnomes of all things.

Abacus himself also was a little surprised by the little orange man’s entrance, but was able to behave more tactfully than Piper. He’d only spoken with Lofty very little, the Oompa Loompa preferring much more to stay to himself with his job in the tasting department.

“Now would somebody care to explain what has happened here?”

Lofty came to the front to peer at Willy, grimacing at the sight of his injury. But he was even more curious about the strange manner that Wonka seemed to be in. Willy had tucked his knees to his chest as he anxiously flicked his fingers, he certainly wasn’t his usual overly positive and often irritating self.

“We had a bit of a situation in the shop, poor lad went into anaphylaxis. He’s going to be alright, but Willy here got quite the fright”

Lofty raised his eyebrows, it still didn’t quite explain the bloody arms though. But the possibility of that lounge being stained was his main concern.

“I’ll go fetch my first aid kit before he gets blood on anything else in here that I have the slightest attachment to.”

Lofty said with mild disgust before turning on heel to his room. Willy himself still looked pretty miserable, but more exhausted than anything. Piper just wanted to scoop the boy up into her lap and squeeze him tight, although she wasn’t sure if it would be appreciated right now. The group was then startled for a moment from a noise clearly coming from downstairs, a creaking metal noise.

“BENZ! WE TRIED TO TURN THE CHOCOLATE VALVE OFF BUT ITS NOW STUCK AT MAX PRESSURE”

A whiny yell came out clearly from a distressed Larry chucklesworth who had turned the chocolate river valve in the wrong direction, doubling its pressure as it pumped out melted chocolate.

“For Petes sake! I’m coming you idiot!.”

Piper sighed out in exasperation, pinching her brow. She had specifically told everybody not to touch it, she was still sorting out all the kinks. She did catch a small giggle coming from Willy though, happy to see at least it had made him smile.

“I better go sort out that mess downstairs, you be good for Abacus and that sunburnt gnome”

She leant down and gave him a peck on the cheek, wishing she could spend some more time with the little chocolatier. Turning Willys face bright pink, unable to hide a smile at the affection. As Piper turned to leave, she had to quickly jump at the arrival of Lofty yet again. Whom arms were filled with a leather first aid kit, rolling his eyes at the woman who quite nearly flattened him beneath her boots.

“If you could please move to the floor, I’m not risking anything with that lounge.”

Lofty demanded, Looking up at the two remaining men as best he could from behind the first aid case. Willy obeyed and slid down to the floor, sitting crosslegged. His head was feeling very fuzzy now, and he looked up at abacus with whine, wanting him to sit too.

“I think I’ll just sit here if you don’t mind Lad, I don’t think I could get back up from the floor if I sat down”

Abacus chuckled, perching instead on the couch. But still kept a comforting hand on his shoulder, gently massaging back and forth to soothe him. Lofty had been watching the interaction with a raised brow, something was certainly going on. So as he began to unpack some supplies, he bluntly questioned.

“Alright, if I could be informed of what’s going on right here, it would be very much appreciated. I’m quite positive this reaction is far beyond than a child choking on a peanut, especially with those injuries of which still nobody has explained how they came to be.”

He curtly asked, whilst pulling out some bandages, gentian violet and some tweezers for those glass shards. Abacus awkwardly cleared his throat, looking over at Willy whose face had darkened. Although the Oompa Loompa had been residing with him for a while now, his regression was something that he hadn’t yet disclosed with him. Although all his friends had been amazingly supportive and loving, it was still a very peculiar topic to try and explain. Lofty was already quite judgemental most of the time, what if he found this weird and gross?

Willy brought his knees up to his chest anxiously, staying silent in a panic. He didn’t want Lofty to hate him. But he felt a gentle squeeze on his shoulder, Abacus smiling kindly.

“Would you like me to explain?”

He suggested, especially since it seemed the boy wasn’t feeling so verbal right now. Willy looked up and thought about it for a moment, before giving him a nod. He didn’t know how to put his words right for this. All the while Lofty has continued to observe the interaction, shoe tapping on the floor impatiently.

“Alright, i believe you should know regardless as you share a residency with Willy. Sometimes when he gets overwhelmed, Mr Wonka finds it a little hard to stay grown.”

Abacus carefully explained to the little orange man across from him, who frowned in confusion.

“Grown? I can’t see any sign of him shrinking in size, he looked to be the same height as before since I last checked.”

The Oompa Loompa positioned both hands into a viewfinder over the chocolatier, nope, still the same size. Abacus couldn’t help but laugh at the misunderstanding, wishing this could be easier to explain.

“No not in physical size, more like he feels a little younger. Where he needs a little extra care and support, like a child.”

At this point Willy wanted to sink through the floor, not daring to check the Oompa Loompas facial expression. Instead picking at the fabric of his slacks, the small bigger part of him wanted to end this conversation and say that Abacus was just talking utter nonsense, but he didn’t have the energy to do so. He was tired, all he wanted was for his arms to stop hurting and for someone to hold him for a while.

“So what you’re saying that Mr Wonka here regresses to infancy when unsettled?”

Lofty questioned the man, it was difficult to discern his tone. After all, most of the time when he spoke it sounded as if you had offended him in some way. But when he looked at the mannerisms and body language of Willy, he certainly seemed very different than usual.

“Well, when you put it bluntly. Yes you’re correct, but I hope that you won’t be too judgemental. This is something Mr Wonka cannot help, and we shouldn’t be cruel about it.”

Abacus’s voice began to become colder as he finished his sentence, it wasn’t something Willy was used to ever hearing, looking up in slight alarm. Abacus was staring down at the Oompa Loompa almost threateningly, daring him to respond. In response, Lofty snorted after a pause.

“Hm, very peculiar I must say, but I suppose he already acts rather immaturely most of the time regardless.”

Was all he said before completely moving on, returning to prepare the first aid equipment. Acting as if Abacus had just requested he pass the sugar over to him. Both Willy and Abacus were surprised by well, the lack of reaction.

“Now then, please take off that coat show me your arms. I need to know what I’m working with here”

Willy paused for a moment, still expecting some kind of response, insult or anything. But let Abacus carefully ease him out of the blood soaked jacket before displaying his arms outwards, with the Oompa Loompas only sign of disgust so far being directed at the injuries.

“Goodness you’ve made quite the mess of yourself haven’t you?”

Abacus nodded in agreement, before wincing when seeing the state of them properly in the light.

“Indeed, he took a bit of a tumble into one of the displays. One of our crystal chocolate jars paying the price.”

Lofty just sighed, typical Wonka behaviour. He’d never met a person so terminally clumsy sometimes and foolish.

“Of course he did, now I’m going to need you to stay very still. I’m going to remove these glass shards before they get infected.”

He held up the tweezers, Willy shrinking away in alarm at the metal instrument. He didn’t want it to hurt. But Abacus rubbed his back supportively, assuring him it would be fine. As promised, Lofty was impeccably careful as he removed each tiny shard from his arms and hands, his very small hands working in his favour for the task. Back in Loompa land he had a friend whom was the islands herbalist, so he only had some experience when it came to medicine.

He placed each glinting piece into a dish by the table, and once satisfied there was none remaining he reached for the little purple bottle.

“This is an antiseptic I assume?”

Lofty questioned the mathematician, handing the violet bottle up to him. The man pulled a face when reading the label, knowing from experience that this stung viciously.

“Alright, this may sting a little”

-

It did in fact sting quite a lot, as soon as Lofty applied the purple tonic. Willy yelping and flinching away. The pain had just begun to settle when they’d reached upstairs, but now it felt as if someone had set a match upon his skin. And with how sensitive he was already feeling, fresh tears began to spill over and he did his best to squirm away.

“Now i understand it hurts, but it will feel a lot worse later if you don’t allow me to finish Mr Wonka”

In the end Abacus ended up having to retreat from the couch, Willy positioning himself into his lap for security from the horrible anti-septic. He was perhaps feeling the smallest he ever had, and even with Lofty there he didn’t have the willpower to mask it. Eventually with enough comforting words and support from Abacus, Lofty had successfully painted either arm and hand with the bright purple medicine.

“See, we’re done now. There was no need for that silly nonsense”

Lofty chastised as he screwed the cap on the glass bottle again, but he still didn’t seem very fussed about the dramatic change in headspace. More irritated by what he deemed was a bit of an overreaction. Next reaching for the roll of bandages, but this time Willy was much more reproachful about offering his arms back over to the Oompa Loompa, scowling at him best he could.

“I don’t appreciate that expression directed at me, I was just going to wrap your arms up. Unless of course you would prefer Mr Crunch to do so?”

He spoke with crossed arms, but found the grumpy expression slightly entertaining. Especially with his forlorn tearstained face which worked against his attempt to be threatening.

“I could if you’d prefer, but that would mean i would need to tip you from my lap to do so.”

Abacus explaining his options, thanking heaven above regardless that the man was very light and he was only losing partial blood flow to his legs.

“But you are certainly not welcome in my own, I’ve been in danger of being crushed once too many times today.”

Willy thought about it for moment, finding the embrace around him far too comfortable to give up quite just yet. So reluctantly pointed at lofty rather rudely.

“He do it”

“Can Lofty do it please would be much politer thank you very much”

He corrected with a firm expression, but began to unroll the bandages regardless. Carefully he applied the bandage around each skinny arm, all the while Willy just back leant into Abacus throughout the process. He was so tired, all he wanted was to sleep. By the time Lofty was finished, the boy was practically half asleep.

“That’s you done now, very brave”

Willy dozily inspected his new bound arms, before letting out a big yawn. Even lofty finding it a little endearing, revealing out a small smile before quickly replacing it with his usual frown.

“I think we best get you tucked up for a little rest, shall we?”

Willy nodded, and reluctantly allowed Abacus to tip him off his lap so he could stand again. The poor gentleman groaned in pain as he stood up, he was certainly far too old for this.

“Mm-head hurts”

Wonka mumbled out, his skull feeling as if it had been stuffed with cotton wool. Infact most of his body was starting to feel very sore and weak.

“Well no wonder it hurts with all that silly crying, but I give you permission to return to that lounge. Now that it’s no longer in danger of being stained by bodily fluids.”

Lofty said distastefully, motioning for Willy to get up and move. Kindly Abacus helping him up to his feet again, which was desperately needed as he had forgotten his cane downstairs in the store.

He practically collapsed back down onto the couch, sighing in relief to finally be lying down. His entire body felt as if it had been put through the laundry ringer at scrubbits. A few moments later he felt Abacus tuck a thick blanket around his frame, the one that had been stretched across his bed.

In his dozing state, he instinctively reached out for something. Face screwing up a little when realising it obviously wasn’t going to be there.

“What on earth are you looking for?”

Lofty questioned, clearly seeing the man feeling around in complete thin air.

“Chester”

Willy mumbled out , he was so tired but he still needed his companion, especially right now. Lofty’s slow blink was practically audible, shaking his head before turning to the mathematician who had busied himself with folding up the velvet jacket. Planning on taking it back personally to soak it out, even though he’d left the laundry business, it still stuck with him.

“Would you mind translating what on earth he is requesting?”

Abacus just smiled, remembering that name very clearly. So he just pointed up at the bed, knowing it would he the most likely location.

“Check underneath the pillow of Mr Wonkas bed.”

With a raised eyebrow and a lot of confusion, the Oompa Loompa reluctantly followed the direction. Only feeling more lost when lifting the pillow and finding the contents beneath.

“Is this some kind of rag?”

He held up a small knitted bird with an extended arm, its head lolling to the side rather unsettlingly. Willy spotted the item immediately though, lifting his own head up from the couch with a whine.

“Chester..”

Loftys confused frown remained, able to put together the clues that this amalgamation of wool must be “Chester” Mr Wonka did seem very concerned about it though, so he quickly handed it over to him. The little bird being clung close to his chest, with its misshapen beak poking out under his chin. It was all so ludicrous, it was just a silly inanimate object.

But he saw how the boy began to settle again at its presence. Eyes closing at last as his breathing became slower and deeper. For the first time since he’d seen the man that afternoon, he looked genuinely at peace. From behind him he heard the accountant approaching, who was holding two cups of tea, one being marginally smaller.

“Think we could both do with one”

Lofty accepted the offer, the pair sitting in the kitchenette. Both of them looking over at the now fast asleep chocolatier on the lounge. A comfortable silence between the two as they just took the time to wind down, the scene would probably look extremely strange to an any outsider if they happened to wander inside. Abacus smiled fondly as he noticed the knitted toucans wing being gently chewed on as Wonka slept.

“Thank you, for being understanding about this. This is a part of him that not many know or care to understand, but I believe it’s something very special to be trusted with”

He said to the Oompa Loompa, who had also been observing the chocolatiers behaviour. It was rather fascinating.

“But, I won’t hold it against you if this is a little too strange for you. This manner of coping is certainly unconventional”

He continued, wanting to assure him. He remembered that Noodle had been a little apprehensive about it all when he first explained the regression to her. And Willy had been extremely firm in the fact that he never wanted to be a burden to anybody or make them feel uncomfortable. Lofty stayed silent for a few moments, draining the cup of tea before answering.

“You are speaking with somebody who comes from a tropical island populated only by 2ft tall orange men. I think you would find good reason to label me as a hypocrite if i were to judge Mr Wonka negatively for this.”

He paused in his statement, looking over again at the boy with the smallest of a smile

“Is it a little peculiar? Definitely, but I suppose we all must learn to be open minded when it comes to things we don’t quite understand yet.

And on one hand, I may find it a little endearing too, at least he’s less irritating than usual, aside from all the tears.”

And with that, he turned again to the man across the table. Nonchalant as always.

“Anyways, how about you go hunting for some of those truffles. I’m sure Wonka always hides them out of my reach”

[schrodinger-swriter]

HI AGAIN!! i saw you said we were allowed to put one or two asks in at a time so i’m hopping on that haha. first of all, with my first husk request, i’d like to say right after i sent that in, i noticed one or two letters you had already done and i would just like to say i’m so sorry if that caused you any extra work!! (well not sorry enough cause i’m coming back to give you more PFF- 😭😭) (sorry i’m crazy, moving on) but if you could give me Lute with the following letters that’d be amazing!! : A, B, G, H, U

thank you sm again!! your work fucking rocks haha, i will definitely be in here more after you do the first two requests i sent, no rush tho!! love ya (/p) and your work 💕

A, B, G, H, and U for Lute

No need to apologize! Slip ups happen all the time. I actually have the switch between windows when I'm updating the masterlist when a new alphabet post is made! Aha!

I hope this is alright, I admit I struggle with writing softer... more domestic stuff for Lute, so this post may be a little short..

ATTRACTION:

Lute would be interested in someone strong... strong body and strong willed. Though only if your loyalties lie with Heaven. Lute already spends her days fighting.. and it seems she might even be Adam's right hand man.. Woman.. his personal guard, it seems. Be it assigned or voluntary. She is more than willing to protect and fight for you, but knowing you can provide for yourself puts her at ease as well as makes her feel more secure.

BONDING:

Similar to the Vaggie post, you both tend to bond when the pair of you spare together. Lute seems to be very skilled in combat, that sort of thing doesn't happen over night. The only drawback here is that she's likely to go a little hard on you, and perhaps she's a bit of a sore loser..? You might be able to convince her to go out and do something relaxing, though it will take a lot of coaxing to pull her away from her duties.

GIFT GIVING:

Lute doesn't do gifts often. She doesn't exactly know how to react when given a gift, so she might react a little tensely. She does appreciate it, she just isn't used to being cared for like that. Likewise, the thought to give you gifts outside of special occasion doesn't cross her mind. She's more of an acts of service person, anyway.

HARSH:

Lute can be very intense. Heaven and it's plans will always come first for her, which can put a nasty strain on the relationship if time and time again she puts the plans you've made together to the side. She can also get really into an argument if she's passionate about the subject, even sometimes saying something in the heat of the moment.

She's stubborn, too. "Angels don't make mistakes", you know? But you're an angel too.. I mean you'd likely be one, right? Given Lute's obvious disdain for anything sinful. Getting an apology out of her is like pulling teeth, though her tense... well tense-er body language does show that she's having mixed thoughts going on inside of her. Tries to offer peace by doing something for you.

UPSET:

When Lute is upset she tends to... shut herself away, a lot of her feelings being outwardly converted into something that LOOKS like annoyance or anger. She'd much rather spend some time alone letting off some steam.

When you're upset she can be a little... emotionally distant. She's trying to connect, but she's so used to being this war machine of sorts that being vulnerable wasn't something she ever considered. She's trying, and even if she doesn't say much she's listening to you rattle off about what's gotten you in a sour mood.

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi Squiggly! You can totally feel free to decline my headcanon to drabble request, I would totally understand!! But anyways, I have been obsessed with Haikyuu for forever and the new movie has fueled my love for Haikyuu. So my headcanon is that Suga and Yaku (an interesting pair, I know) during the training camps like to make little challenges against each other (they are not as mature as they may seem) and sometimes when they’re evenly matched the challenge will devolve into a tickle fight, in which, once again, an even match.

(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

OO, this is so GOOD! I don't think I write Suga and Yaku individually enough- let alone together. This was so fun! I hope you like it anon! :D

Let the record show Yaku Morisuke and Sugawara Koshi were the most mature people on their respective teams.

“Race you to the dorms.” Suga slapped the other boy’s shoulder as he booked it, flying past him with glee.

“Son of a- bring it!” Yaku yelled back as he ran after him, catching up to the taller boy and grabbing onto his shirt. “I’m not letting you get a head start over me!”

“Hah! We’ll see about that, shorty!”

However- when they were alone together; they found that maturity flew right out the window.

Stumbling into the lounge, neither boy knew who truly was in the lead, falling through the double doors in a heap of laughter. Yaku was still fisting Suga’s shirt, and the other had tried to grab onto his hair as they collided. “Ehehehe! Who wohohohn?” The setter asked, giggling helplessly when the hand to his back began to wiggle.

“Me! And I’m about to make it so!” Yaku growled, hopping up and sitting on Sugawara’s hips as he carried on scribbling into his shoulder blades. “Admit I got here first, you jerk!”

“Neehehhehever! Iihihiih wohoohohn’t gihihihive ihihihn!” The pale haired teen cackled, kicking his feet and punching the ground. It did nothing to alleviate the ticklish feeling on his spine. “Aheahahhahaha! Noohohohooh fahhahahir, you cahhahan’t juhuhust go and tiihihihckle sohoohomebody!”

“I sure can, and I will. Don’t be such a baby.” Yaku teased, giving Suga’s ribs a couple scratches to make him scrunch up.

That however would be his downfall. The second Suga’s arms got close enough, he pushed off the ground and twisted, sending Yaku tumbling. “Goohohotcha!” He cried, grabbing his leg and squeezing his knee like his life depended on it.

“Aheahhahahhaha! Whohohohoho’s behehehehing uhuuhunfahhahahir nhohoow?” Yaku cackled, flopping about like a fish out of water as his knees and eventually thighs were attacked. He tried and failed several times to grab Suga’s shirt again, but each reach fell short as a new boom of ticklishness shot up his nervous system. “Aheahhahahahah truuhuhhuce! Truuuhuhuhuce!”

“Juice? What- you thirsty?” Suga called back with a grin, distracted. Yaku used his other leg to pull him down and within reach, tickling once more. “Noohohohoho yohoohou jehehehrk!”

“Thahahake thahahaht, you sohohon of a- gheahahaha nohohohoho!”

“Should we…?” Kenma began, turning a confused expression to Kuroo and Hinata as they watched from the stairwell.

“Nah- let them be.” Kuroo shrugged as he turned them back on course, laughing softly as the squeals and cackles following them out. “They’re both far too mature for their own good- especially Yaku. He deserves to cut loose. Now- where’d you say were those vending machines, again?”

[heistheghostking]

I had to take a ferry ride this morning and thought I would give brief guide on Washington State ferries for the dead boy detectives fans who want to write a fic or something but have never been on one.

First things first, what ferry did they take?

In the show they kinda make it seem like they just got off the plane in Seattle and hopped in a ferry straight over to Port Townsend. That's unfortunately not actually possible in the real world, but maybe it is in their fictional version of Port Townsend idk. Below is a map of the Puget Sound area with SeaTac airport and Port Townsend circled in purple.

These are the routes Google shows to take public transit from SeaTac to Port Townsend.

Any way you go you have to drive a bit to the ferry dock then from the ferry to Port Townsend so not as easy as the show made it seem. The route highlighted is actually taking the Seattle- Kingston fast ferry. The fast ferries are run by Kitsap transit (the county on the west side of the sound from Seattle, does not include Port Townsend) and are passenger only. They're pretty fast with the Seattle-Bremerton taking 30ish minutes and the Seattle-Kingston taking 40ish. Idk much about the Seattle-Kingston one but the Bremerton fast ferry, which is the other route shown, is a small boat that's basically a room with a ton of seats. Think like a really wide and short airplane but with more bus-like seats.

While that's probably the more realistic option, I prefer to think they took a Washington state ferry cause they're more fun. They could have taken one from Seattle to Bremerton like the alternate route shown on the map, or they could have gone up the Edmonds to take the Edmonds-Kingston ferry. Both of these are passenger and vehicle ferries.

One of these big boys. These you can get up and explore more. They're slower moving with the Seattle-Bremerton taking an hour and the Edmonds-Kingston about half an hour.

These guys have 3 main decks. There's the one with all the cars (for some reason the name is escaping me right now) on the bottom. From there you can take the stairs to the passenger deck, this is also where walk-ons get on and off the boat. Here we got two main seating areas on the front and back of the ship that have like rows of seats and stuff in the middle. There are also little outside areas past these rooms. You can kinda see one in the picture above, it's where the green railing is.

Running along the length of the ship on either side are booths (pairs that face each other) next to the windows. There's also like a little cafeteria area that sells basic food. Near that there's table seating in the middle and the previously mentioned booths have tables. There are also bathrooms and vending machines on this deck.

Above that is the sun deck. Basically the top of the ship. The very front and back have little covered areas with seating to get out of the wind (it's very windy on the front/sides of the boat).

Otherwise it's just open.

I think that's about it. They can be very shaky and at least one car's alarm starts going off. The views are gorgeous both from the sun deck and the passenger deck. Sometimes you can see fun marine animals. You definitely see birds like geese, ducks, seagulls. If you're lucky maybe like herons or something. Rarely you might spot a seal or like a really big fish. One time my Mom was on a ferry when they had to slow down for a pod of whales which is really cool. I've never seen a whale though 😔

Idk if anyone cares about this, I just love ferries and my Mom moved to Bremerton so I go on them a lot now. Let me know if y'all have any questions about the ferries or the Puget Sound area in general, I'm happy to help!

[shuchu]

Hi hi!!

If your requests are open may I please request period comfort with ikey?

If your not comfy with this please just ignore!!

Hope your doing well~

<3

hi anon!! thank you for sending this request in, my apologies for my tardiness ╥﹏╥ writer's block is really hitting me, but i hope you enjoy these headcanons for ikey ♡

note: afab! reader

you knew that your period was coming so you prepared in advance — putting on a pad/tampon before heading to bed.

the next morning, you were woken up by the familiar yet annoying feeling of your period cramps in your lower abdomen.

yep, it's here. right on time. and it hurts just as much as the last time if not more.

you sigh inwardly and turn to look at your boyfriend sleeping peacefully beside you. you were immobilised from the pain and you didn't want to wake him up, so you had no choice but to just stare at the ceiling, wishing that the pain would magically go away.

after what seemed like an hour, you hear ike start to rouse. he does a little stretch and his eyes slowly flutter open.

"good morning my love."

"good morning ikey." you muster a smile, trying not to let your face twist in pain from the intense cramps.

ike sees through your facade and moves closer to rub your back.

"it's that time of the month again huh?" ike's eyes are full of concern as he looks at you.

"yeah...i can't really move because it hurts so much." you respond with a strained voice, your face twisting in pain.

ike would know when your period is coming because he would note it down on his calendar in his phone

beforehand, he would prepare a bag full of things that you would need, like pads, tampons, snacks and a hot water bottle

he would then bring in that bag and set it on the bed, he calls it "the y/n care package"

if you wanted to go change your pad/tampon, he'd princess carry you to the bathroom and carry you back to the bed

seeing you in so much pain makes him feel sad

"i'm so sorry that you have to go through this every month. i wish you didn't have to."

he would then run off to go put hot water in the hot water bottle for you and also bring some painkillers if you wanted to take them

if you wanted any other snack or had any cravings for a particular food, he'd run to the store to go get it

you'd feel bad that he's spending all this time taking care of you when you know how much work he has waiting for him

but he always assures you that he would take care of you first, make sure you're okay before going off to do his work

if he really needed to get work done, he'd bring his laptop into the bedroom to work on the side while one of his hands is rubbing your back/lower abdomen

if you hadn't prepared beforehand and stained the bed ...

he would assure you that he's not bothered by it at all

"sweetheart, every person that has a uterus goes through this every month, it's normal. don't worry okay? i'm not grossed out by it at all."

he'd then run you a hot bath and princess carry you to the bathroom

while you're in the bath, he'd go put the sheets in the washing machine and put on some new ones

he'd then get some painkillers and place them on the bathroom counter if you wanted to take it

after you're done with your bath, he'd carry you back to bed and ask if you need him to go get anything from the store

after you give him a list of things to get, he'd run off to the store to grab everything

when he's back he'd lay everything out on the bed, putting some on the bedside table as well

then he'd grab his laptop and hop back into bed to cuddle you

"i'm so sorry my love, i hope you don't mind me doing some work on the side, i just have a lot i need to get done."

if he notices that you're getting sleepy, he'd read you a poem or sing to you till you fall asleep

he'd then kiss your forehead and continue doing his work, making sure to always be by your side

ike is 100% husband material, i don't make the rules the rest of the luxiem boys will be posted sometime soon, i'll put the link to that on here once i've posted it ♡

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Living with Leon headcanons

ya girl is back with some galar-champ goodness! i gotta say, the living-with hcs have to be some of my favourite to write, i love the cute domesticity of it all. i wrote over 1k words of this to prove it! and i still probs have more to say

features gn! reader, a suggestive reference or two, and a wee bit of angst.

nsfw part 2 here

Enjoy!

You jumped at the chance to move in with Lee

It meant you could spend way more time together

With his busy schedule, you could go a long time without seeing him in person

Five weeks at one point :(

Facetime just couldn’t cut it…

Your heart simply couldn't take it anymore!

Even just to see him briefly in the morning or at night

Share a quick kiss

Curl up against him in bed

You’d take any small, but precious, moments with your champion!

Truth be told, Leon's Wyndon penthouse wasn't much of a home before you moved in

It was picked out by Chairman Rose, paid for by him actually

Despite having lived there for YEARS

It never felt like home to Leon

Just a place to sleep, eat and workout

He never had the time (or motivation) to really just make it his own

With the exception of Hop's bedroom, which the two of them lovingly decorated together

He really wanted his brother to feel loved and comfortable whenever he stayed over

He wants you to feel that way too!

Lee lets you go as crazy as you want when it comes to redecorating

It's YOUR home now, and you'll be spending way more time in it

Even if it's not his taste, he still enjoys seeing your personal touch shine through the décor

Places you were not allowed mess with were Hop's room (duh), the gym and the master bathroom

Those last two are his sanctuaries! 

His gym isn't big by any means, but it has all his usual workout machines and free weights

A mat and bag for him to practice the fighting skills he learned from Mustard

Some stuff for his Pokemon to train too!

He likes to exercise in the mornings

At 5am eek

He invites you to join, though you usually just decline because that's VERY early and your bed is too big and cosy and warm and lovely

Sometimes though, you haul the covers into the gym and watch him work out all bundled up

Thoroughly enjoying yourself at the sight of his flexing muscles

While he thoroughly enjoys your shameless admiration

The one thing you do tend to join in as part of his work-out routine is the shower afterward ;)

Speaking of

The bathroom… omg the bathroom

There's a giant tub with jets

And he's got all the essentials

Bubble bath, bath bombs, Epson salts for when your muscles are cranky

He even has dried expensive seaweed from Hoenn if you want a seaweed bath that makes your skin so utterly soft

You swfinitely try and have a bath together once a week, it's the perfect way to de-stress, but also pamper yourselves!

His shower is also HUGE

And has jets too

Plus a waterfall option that makes it feel like you're in a sexy shampoo commercial

You have spent literally HOURS in there, it's so luxurious

And he can’t even complain because there’s plenty space for the two of you!

The drain gets clogged so easily from all his hair rip

Leon definitely takes care of appearance

His skincare routine is just perfection

His beard doesn't happen like that naturally either, he shaves quite regularly to keep the style neat

When you can, you love brushing Leon’s hair

He loves it too!

It’s so comforting for him, makes him feel all fuzzy

He likes when you style it too, even if it ends up a lil’ wonky

Like a lot of things about Leon his house, his TV is huge

He has a switch too!

Naturally, he gets competitive when you’re racing against each other in Mario Kart (but in a good-natured way!)

Cuddling on the couch while watching a movie is mandatory

If you EVER secretly watch the next episode of a show you’re supposed to watch together he will never speak to you again

His skill in the kitchen is not equal to his skill in battle, but he’s still pretty good

His meals tend to be on the healthier side, but he uses a lot of spices and seasonings to make them tastier

He makes a LOT of protein shakes be warned

Sometimes he even makes you breakfast in bed <3

He definitely has a secret stash of goodies for emergencies/when he doesn’t have to keep as lean during off-season

Of course, you do get curries from your local takeaway now and again!

Like every Galarian household, tea is sacred in your home

Both of you know exactly how the other likes theirs, and you both make sure it’s made to perfection each time

However you do butt heads on what biscuit to pair with your tea (and even the dreaded dunking debate :o )

By nature of the Pokemon League being such a phenomenon in Galar

Sponsorships are a huge deal

Meaning you often end up with a ton of free stuff

Leon lets you go through the goodies and take what you like

Most of the stuff is battle/sport related

You also end up with a lot of those rich people kitchen gadgets that are so much worse than what you already have

Why is dpes the blender need to be connected to the wifi?

You are secretly trying to get him to get a squishmellows sponsorships haha

When he's had a rough day, coming home to you is simply heaven

He'll climb into your arms and bury his face in his chest

Holding you so tight in the security of your shared space

While you play with his hair

In here, with you, there are no fans, no executives, no great big titles, no legacy to defend within an inch of his life

It’s just two lovers, taking care of each other

While he likes the apartment well enough (especially now with you in it)

He certainly does not plan to stay there forever

After he loses the champion title, he moves you into a beautifully vintage townhouse near the Battle Tower

It's definitely cosier and more lowkey

With room for a (sizable) family if that's your plan

And ofc a home gym and fancy bathroom

Plus a garden too, which you didn't have before!

He indulges himself a little and gets a cottage in Postwick for you to escape to when the hustle and bustle of the city gets a bit too much

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 18: One Shot, Two Shot

Chapter Word Count: 4,864

TW (this is a joke this chapter)

1) A LOT OF ALCOHOL 2) Mouse is hot. period. 3) I had fun this chapter

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“Now tell me again why you need to weigh the alcohol?” 

“Mouse, I’ve said it five times. Inventory reasons.” 

“And each time…I was not listening.” 

Jihoon stopped whatever he was writing down on the paper he pulled from a binder under the bar. Slowly he lifted his head to look across the counter, he looked at you all the annoyance on the planet. It kind of reminded you of when he looked at Soonyoung when he did something stupid. 

“I can see why Jeonghan dates you.” He deadpanned with a roll of his eyes, focusing back down on the papers before him. “I’ve written down everything you need, all you have to do is write down the numbers I give you.” 

Spinning the pages around and sliding them over, he dropped the pen on top, pulling out the scale from under the counter. With the papers under hand and pen held firmly, the two of you worked like a somewhat well oiled machine. Sometimes he would mutter and you’d have to ask him to repeat himself or you’d mishear which bottle he was weighing and didn’t want to write something in the wrong slot. It took at most forty-five minutes to go through all the liquor on the shelves with how extensive the bar was. Jihoon did pause a few times to answer messages on his phone which added some time but it didn’t bother you.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom.” You called out while he answered another text, hopping off the barstool and turning on your heels. Over the music you heard a grunt from him in confirmation that he heard you. 

Luckily there was a red, neon lit sign hanging above the hall archway that said bathroom so you didn’t have to ask and you were pleasantly surprised at the quality of the restroom. The bathroom itself wasn’t too brightly lit, more than enough if someone was to fix their makeup but not enough to fully adjust their eyes when they went back to the main room. The sink countertops were a dark granite with a handful of silver/stainless steel sinks and rectangular mirrors before them. Much to your delight, the toilet stalls were fully enclosed with vacant and occupied signifiers for when they were locked. 

One thing felt like it was missing, you were trying to place what was missing as you washed your hands once finished with your business. Walking back towards the bar, you took a seat and it all clicked. 

“Jihoon, why don’t you have Angel Shot signs in your bathrooms?” 

He lifted his head from his phone and raised a brow. “What’s an Angel Shot?” 

You stared at him in disbelief before you furrowed your brow into a frown. “You own three clubs and don’t know what an Angel Shot is? That is so….Cis-Het of you…” 

“Time out-” Jihoon put his phone down, moving to stand across the bar counter from you. “First off, the fuck does Cis-Het have to do with this and why are these so important because if I need to get another kind of alcohol, I don’t even know where to begin with it.” 

“Oh my god, you really are Cis-Het.” You laughed , slapping your hand against the counter. “Oh my god, Minnie is going to love this- I’m calling Mingyu-” 

“Explain to me what that-” 

Ignoring his confusion, you pulled your phone from your pocket and group-called three people who definitely knew what an Angel Shot was. Mingyu was the first to answer, seeing as he was only upstairs, but the other two took a bit longer. 

“ I’m literally upstairs, what?” Mingyu didn’t sound annoyed, but bored if you had to put a word to it. 

“Hold on, I’m waiting for the other two to answer.” 

The next to join the call was Joshua who hummed out in question why you were calling him, which you gave the near same answer, placing the phone on speaker. 

When Seokmin answered, you hushed them all and leveled Jihoon with a pointed stare. 

“I have a question for you three.” They all gave acknowledgement that they were listening. “Do you know what an Angel Shot is?” 

“ Those are the shots you order when you feel unsafe, right? And different types of Angel Shots have different meanings?” Mingyu asked for calcification and Joshua responded. 

“ Neat is to escort someone to their car, on the rocks is to call them a taxi, and with lime or a twist is to call the police for immediate danger.” 

“Mister I own three clubs over here, don't know what an Angel Shot is.” 

“ Wah, Jihoon, really? Very Cis-Het of you,” Seokmin added and you laughed again. 

“That’s what I said, Minnie! Anyways, that’s all I needed, thanks.” 

Hanging up, your stare didn’t let up and Jihoon huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Stop staring at me.” 

“Why? Scared I know something you don’t?” 

“No, I don’t want your goofy ass staring at me.” 

“You don’t like that I know something you don’t know!” 

Jihoon leveled you with a very bored, very unimpressed stare. “Would you be less annoying if I did put signs in the bathrooms?” 

“Hell, I’ll even pay for them because it could save someone’s life.” You crossed your arms and lowered your voice. “Just because you are the big bad mafia, doesn’t mean you have to not help people. You and the staff can save plenty of people from predators that walk these streets.”

You had a special privilege when it came to those situations in the past since Seokmin was there for you, but you knew many people didn’t have a ‘knight in shining armor’ to save them in difficult to leave situations. Now you had a small army of friends you could call upon if anything was to happen. Clubs weren’t your thing but you’ve heard plenty of horror stories online that broke your heart. 

“I’m serious, Jihoon. Even though they are random people, they…” You paused, an uncomfortable feeling bubbling in your chest. “Many of them have people they go home to, families and stuff, and for a while I was worried about stuff like that for myself…” 

Jihoon stopped you, shoulders deflating and rounding the bar until he stood beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Mouse, you don’t have to explain yourself.” 

“Yeah- Sorry…” You ran a hand through your hair, sighing quietly. “I get in my head sometimes.” 

“We all do, it makes you human. I understand what you are saying. I’ll get the signs, train the staff, would you like to help with it?” He sounded sincere, even leaning over to take in your expression as you thought it over. 

“Can I?” 

“Well, I’m asking you and I’m in charge so...” 

You elbowed Jihoon in the ribs and he just snickered. 

“Can you help me finish the alcohol now?” 

“All I’m saying,” Jihoon took a bite of a french fry, pointing the bitten end at you. “Is that if you are dating Jeonghan, you can be a worm in his ear which in turn becomes a worm in Seungcheol’s ear.” 

“Jihoon, I am not asking Jeonghan to tell Seungcheol to have him restore a vintage mustang when you don’t even drive your Lambo.”  

“Come on!” Jihoon huffed, dropping the fry into his take out container.

“Mingyu already tried to have me tell Jeonghan the house needed a new stove.” You laughed, stealing a few french fries from him. “Like he couldn’t pay for it which was dumb as hell.” 

“I mean, I’d pay for everything, but I know nothing about cars to restore one.” 

“Maybe we should get you to learn how to cook first.” 

Jihoon visibly cringed. “It’s not like I can’t cook, it's more that cooking takes time away from other things I do so I’m too lazy to do it.” 

You laugh, “Oh yeah because working out and sleeping are more important than feeding yourself.” 

“To be absolutely fair, someone else is always cooking enough for leftovers.” 

“I can’t say I didn’t contribute to that when Mingyu was down.” 

“Make that spicy chicken bake again by the way. We all finished it in under two days.” 

Gasping, you stared at him in surprise. “I made three trays!” 

“And you fed thirteen guys!” He defended. 

“Who ate the most of it?” 

“I will not answer that.” 

“I’m going to blame you.” 

“Blame Seokmin.” 

“Bastard!” 

The two of you shared a laugh, sitting on the bar stools, eating the fast food take out he had delivered. Mingyu had taken his food up to the office while you and Jihoon stayed and finished out the bottle weighing. It was the first time actually sitting down and talking to Jihoon which was nice, a bit of a fresh break from the chaos that came when everyone was around and you couldn’t really hear yourself think. He was reserved when talking about certain parts of the business, but was open when talking about the clubs in general. 

Ruby was the first club to open. In the beginning it was a dingy little joint that he wanted to grow into a big night life scene. When the money was prevalent, he bought the building next to it and expanded, then the next building and added on. Serenity was built second, he said it was more a classy, jazz bar. It had a dress code and all tables were reserved. It was his pride and joy, something he poured a lot of time and money into more than Ruby. 

As for the last one, Quartz was the newest, only two years old. It was the second largest where Seungkwan and Mingyu did event coordination and dedicated nights for certain types of music. They sold tickets to the dedicated night events for eighteen and up, always keeping a close eye on people eighteen through twenty so they aren’t buying drinks, using sharpie to mark their hands with Xs. Unsurprisingly, Vernon bounced between Quartz and Ruby as his infamous title of DJ Leaf Blower , which Jihoon wasn’t the most fond of but he stopped fighting against Vernon years ago. 

“Have you ever actually been to one of the clubs?” 

You shook your head and laughed, looking about the main floor of Ruby . “Never in a million years would I have stepped foot in here before you guys. Minnie tried for so long to get me to come out with him one night but I’m not much of a club person.” 

“Shame, maybe we can drag you out now.” Jihoon smirked and you glared at him. 

“Are you trying to say something, Jihoon?” 

“Nah, you are just boring.” 

“I will kick your ass.” 

“I’d like to see you try.” 

It felt a bit like a silly idea, but you were going with the flow. It was the weekend after your adventure at Ruby with helping Jihoon. He had promised that the first day they were closed he’d hold a meeting and get signs put up and you were busy so you ended up unable to help with anything. From what you heard, the idea came across well to the staff and Seungkwan, Mingyu, and Seokmin loved it even more when they learned it was your idea. 

Now you were getting to ‘ go out on the town’ as Joshua said when he and Jeonghan showed up. You called him old, he called you short, the cycle continued.

The two looked…nice. Both dressed in black slacks and button ups, Jeonghan in a navy blue top while Joshua kept with his usual crisp white. 

“Mouse,” Jeonghan called out from your living room in a sing-song voice, “Hurry up!”

“Give me a second!” You yelled through your closed door, checking over your make up once more then standing back to look in the mirror. 

You had turned to Pinterest of all places to pick an outfit earlier in the week. After work on Wednesday, you took a taxi to the mall to find a suitable outfit that would make you feel hot and hopefully catch a few eyes (not that Jeonghan cared, he would hype you up, he knew where your heart rested). You were maybe a bit too successful in the white, lace-y bodysuit and very short, tulip hemmed black leather skirt. As a precaution and comfortability, you added black, spandex shorts underneath. The outfit was finished off with strappy black heels and one of your comfortable leather jackets. 

Hot was an understatement in your head. You could wear revealing clothes but this was a whole other level. The bodysuit covered what was needed but didn’t leave much to the imagination outside of that. The skirt was short, much shorter than any you’ve worn to work. You kept your hair down and the makeup smoky, a simple nude lipstick to finish everything off. You did pack a small bag with extra shoes if you wanted to change but the ones you picked were surprisingly comfortable.

“You have two seconds to come out before I come in.” Jeonghan knocked and you hurried to pull the door open. He looked down to you, raising a brow as his eyes raked over your body. He even let out a whistle. “We should have taken you out way before now.” 

“Shut up and take this.” You pressed a bag to his chest which he gladly took, letting you walk past him. A hand met your butt and you squeaked, turning to hit Jeonghan in the arm. “Hannie!” 

All he did was snicker and send a wink your way, a wide smirk on his features. With a huff, you hurried away from him, entering into the living room where Joshua sat on your couch. 

“Are you finally done-” He sat up straight, phone nearly slipping from his hand when you came into view. Joshua swallowed, eyes moving to look at you from head to toe, and stood quickly, turning to go around the couch and push some hair from his face. “We should get going, Jihoon reserved the top area for all of us.” 

Jeonghan stopped beside you, both raising a brow at each other before following after Joshua who was quick to leave the apartment. 

“Was that weird?” You whispered, taking Jeonghan’s hand as you walked down the hall. 

Your boyfriend shrugged, “He is always weird.” 

One of their men drove the three of you to the club. Joshua took the seat up front while you and Jeonghan sat in the back. It was already past opening and the line to get in was down the street with security making sure it stayed orderly.

The car pulled up to the curb near the entrance and two guards came, standing near the front and back of the car. Joshua was first to get out, straightening his shirt. Jeonghan stepped out before you, holding his hand out for you to take and slide out of the car. You kept your face turned more away from the line of people and walked between the two older men, the guard at the door opening it for your three. 

The music was loud and it was decently crowded, people were dancing and the bar was littered with bodies to get drinks or take a rest on a stool. Each table was full and more security paced around the edges, keeping watchful eyes out. Behind the bar, to your surprise, was Jihoon and Chan, along with a few other staff members to serve the people. They looked in their element, Jihoon more than Chan, but both had different vibes overall. One turn of your head found Vernon behind the DJs booth with a headset on, pushing some buttons on his laptop. 

Jeonghan led you with a hand on your lower back towards the stairs to the upper VIP area, keeping you from bumping into random people. The last guard to the stairs let you pass with a nod to both Joshua and Jeonghan. When you got to the top, you took note of many of the other guys, but your eyes set on Siyeon, her hair now shoulder length, bleach blond. She was in a fitted black crop top and white ripped jeans, sitting on the couch while in conversation with Seungkwan. 

“Mouse!” Seokmin was enveloping you in a hug the moment you were within reach. He stepped back and held your arms, giving a whistle as he took your entire outfit in. “God damn, girl, didn’t know my best friend was this hot.” 

You snorted and rolled your eyes, seeing the ripped black jeans and white button up. “You think your skinny jeans can hold your thighs?”

“I think they fit just right.” The smirk on his face was accented by a wink. 

“Goodbye, hate you so much.” Pushing him away, you passed a few of the guys, waving to them. 

“What do you want to drink?” Jeonghan came up behind you, placing his hand around your waist, moving it down to smooth out the skirt at your hip. 

“Surprise me, I’m here to have fun.” You placed a kiss to his check then hip checked him. “I’m going to talk to Siyeon.” 

Jeonghan returned the kiss with one of his own to your cheek then another to your temple. “Yes, Ma’am.” He was gladly taking your jacket, watching you scurry off.

“There is my gorgeous girl.” Siyeon took your hand and pulled you closer, running her eyes up and down your form, smiling so gently. “Looking good. No one will be able to take their eyes off of you.” 

“Easy there, you’ll make me blush.” Faking a swoon, she chuckled at your antics.

“You guys are gross,” Seungkwan pretended to vomit, side eyeing the two of you. 

“Oh shut it, I know what you and Vernon do behind closed doors.” You fired back and Seungkwan’s face flared bright red. Siyeon placed her arm around your waist, having you stand beside her, placing two on one in this situation. 

“Wooyoung does like to gossip.” Siyeon hummed. 

“Why did Jeonghan let you two become friends?” He asked himself, but you snorted. “He has created another demon.” 

“Oh no, Kwannie, I already was one, you guys just helped me break out of that shell.” 

Jeonghan did return with a Tequila Sunrise for you and a glass of whiskey for himself. When you took your first sip, you nearly gagged, only for Jeonghan to say that Jihoon poured maybe a double shot for fun. You were lucky you ate before Joshua and Jeonghan showed up because you were going to need it to keep from getting too sick. When you finished the first drink, you settled on going down and getting something yourself, wanting to mingle among the crowd and maybe dance if you felt up to it. 

Siyeon booted Jeonghan away, saying she was going to be your company for the night and that ‘ boyfriends weren’t allowed’ . Jeonghan made a comment that you could handle yourself just fine and if you needed help, someone wouldn’t be too far behind. Downstairs, you got a seat at the bar counter, waving Jihoon over when he looked in your direction. 

“Another sunrise, but don’t kill me this time.” You said the best you could over the music when he leaned over. 

“Ah, but where is the fun in that, Mouse?” He laughed, “I’ll be right back.” 

Looking over your shoulder, you saw Siyeon in the crowd of bodies with someone you couldn’t properly see pressed against her form. Turning back to the bar, Jihoon slid back in, passing the glass over to you. With a thank you, he was off and you stayed seated, holding your drink close as you turned to face out into the crowd. You crossed one leg over the other, bouncing your foot to the beat Vernon was currently mixing. 

“You look lonely.” The voice that was close to your ear was familiar, it had you smirking and sipping the fruity drink in your hand. 

“Are you going to fix that, Woo?” Peeking at him from your peripheral, he looked good. Half unbuttoned shirt, hair pushed back, even the simple chains he wore added to the charm.

“I dunno, will your boy toy let me?” 

“Better question, will I let you?” You continued to sip from your glass, watching him smirk. 

“I don’t think you will.” He sounded amused and you reached over and patted his cheek. 

“Smart, keep it up and you might get a gold star next time.” Taking a breath in, you downed the rest of your glass, placing it on the counter, and hopping off the stool. “Don’t wait up.” 

Entering into the mass of people out on the floor was easier than you imagined. You had your sights set on getting to Siyeon but one hand around your waist and a very pretty woman swaying with you to the beat of the music got you horribly distracted. Her hands were on your hips and you let her lead the way, losing yourself a little in the lightness taking hold of your thoughts and the fun you were slipping into. Before you noticed, another set of hands were on your waist but a glance at the nails and the rings made it known that Siyeon was behind you.

After a few songs, the woman in front of you split off and you didn’t let the vibes get down. The music was something upbeat, it had you jumping and turning to dance with all your heart beside Siyeon. It wasn’t long before Seokmin was sliding up with you and Siyeon was passing you off to mingle around more. Much to your enjoyment, Seokmin joined in on your vibe, laughing at some goofy dance moves you managed to execute, but mainly let you be with the free spirit that overtook you. 

“Shots?” He leaned in so you could hear him over the music. 

“Shots!” Taking his hand, you pulled him through the crowd towards the bar, waiting your turn to get towards the counter, smiling brightly to Chan who held up a finger to signal you to wait. “Vodka?” 

A wide smile spread on his face and he gave a nod. “Vodka.” 

Chan’s stroll over and one look at your bright eyes and smile had him shaking his head. “What do you want, Mouse?” 

“Two vodka shots! You pick the bottle.” 

“Are you gonna be watching her?” He asked over your shoulder to Seokmin who gave a thumbs up. 

“I’ll make sure my honey is perfectly fine~” 

With trained speed, Chan was placing the shot glasses and pouring the vodka, passing them towards the two of you. “There is Gatorade in the office.” 

“A life saver you are.” You blew him a kiss before he walked off. 

Each of you took the shots in hand before tapping them on the counter and downing it. You cringed the slightest bit but the alcohol was smoother than you expected. 

“I’m going to regret this tomorrow.” Pushing off the bar, you grabbed Seokmin’s hand once more. “But fuck it, it’s the weekend!” 

Between the dancing with Seokmin and the randoms that cared to join, the two of you went shot for shot. It was fun, carefree, something you haven’t done since college properly even if you weren’t much of a partier. Wooyoung joined for a dance before finding a piece of eye candy and Siyeon was a sweetheart, making sure you at least had some water between the shots (she scolded Seokmin but he was teetering on drunk with you). Jihoon questioned if he was going to need to cut both of you off but all you had to do was pout and remind him that it was his idea for you to come to the club. And that you weren’t driving so what was the harm in pushing some limits. Seokmin did manage to convince you to head upstairs and take a breather, which you agreed to under the guise that he’d get your other shoes from Jihoon’s office. 

Taking a seat between Jeonghan and Joshua who sat on one of the couches, you were quick to take your heels off and curl up beside him. 

“Enjoying yourself, love?” Jeonghan asked, placing his arm around your shoulder and keeping you close. 

“I am. Minnie said we should sit down for a little.” Your words were a bit jumbled but he understood you. “He is getting my other shoes.” 

“Mmhm, you were smart to bring another pair.” His praise had you curling closer against his side. 

“I’m going to have the worst hangover tomorrow.” 

Joshua snorted on your other side, sipping his drink. “Jihoon said you have been getting shot after shot. You are going to feel like hell tomorrow.” 

Huffing, you pressed your back against Jeonghan’s side and tossed your legs over Joshua’s lap. “I might feel like hell but at least I am not being a bum and sitting up here.” 

“Hey, ouch.” Jeonghan laughed. “Shua can have plenty of fun, he just needs more alcohol to unwind.” 

There was something in his tone that you couldn’t pinpoint with the haze fogging your mind. Joshua was looking over you to Jeonghan and he was glaring, but Seokmin was back, tossing your bag into your lap. You removed your legs from Joshua’s lap and slipped into the strappy sandals you brought and rolled your ankles, humming in relief. 

“If you losers will excuse me, I’m going to dance with someone pretty.” 

Jeonghan snickered, giving your thigh a tap as you stood. “Go get ‘em tiger.” 

You don’t know how long you’ve been on the floor in the rush of people. Vernon had switched off from being DJ to another guy that kept the vibes just as high. You had bounced between dancing with small groups of drunk women, the occasional guy that was ballsy enough to approach, or simply letting the music take over to dance by yourself. There was a hand that did try and trail too low from a drunk man but you shut that down immediately and tangled yourself in with Wooyoung who was still with the eye candy from earlier. 

“Mouse-” Joshua’s voice over the music had you tense for a moment but the hand that was gently placed on your waist eased the tension. “Some of us are heading out. Did you want to come?” 

“Huh-” You turned, finally processing just how close he was to you, him now holding your waist with both hands. “Oh-”

There was a little sway to his stance that was in time with the music. The top buttons to his shirt were undone and his sleeves were rolled up nearly to his elbows. From Joshua’s drinks earlier, there was a red flush to his skin but somehow he looked like he was glowing until the multicolored lights that shone over the crowd. He was leaning close and despite the bodies that surrounded you, you could smell the scent of his cologne that still clung to his skin. Joshua looked…handsome, probably something more than that but you weren’t able to think straight as you stared at him. 

“Mouse?” He looked concerned but you nodded, leaning away and placing a hand to your forehead to think straight . 

“Yeah-” You shook your head, averting your eyes. “Yeah, I think I should get out of here.”

Joshua gently took your hand in his and led you through out of the crowd, having you sit and wait there until some of the others came down. You waved down one of the bartenders seeing Jihoon and Chan were busy and ordered some water, chugging it down quickly to hopefully cool the heat under your skin. 

Maybe I had too much to drink, you thought, staring down at the empty glass. Nah, definitely too much to drink…

“You aren’t looking too hot.” Jihoon broke you from your little trance and took the glass from your hand to refill it. “Are one of the guys going to take you home?”

You nodded, “Shua said some of the guys were leaving and asked if I wanted to go.” 

He gave a small nod before hurrying off to serve someone else. 

It wasn’t long before Jeonghan was at your side, helping you off the stool and placing your jacket over your shoulders. Instead of Joshua being in the car with you, Seokmin and Vernon wormed their way in with Seokmin on your side and Vernon sitting up front. With the penthouse being closer, the man driving the four of you dropped Seokmin and Vernon off first, leaving Jeonghan and you to head back to your apartment. 

Jeonghan was an absolute doll, helping you get your makeup off and brushing your hair. He got you a pair of pajamas when you asked and helped you into the bathroom so you could change and wash your face. While you did want to curl up and cuddle with him to sleep, he only tucked you in and placed a chaste kiss to your lips when you pouted, making sure you had a water bottle and some pain killers, saying he’d come back the following day to get a much needed hangover breakfast.

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