#might not want to go to a wedding in pjs

[izayoichan]

Tyvan: It's the day!

The first rays of sunshine had just slipped through the curtains when Flynn found both their toddlers in their bed, clearly more than ready for the day to start. Emil put Tyvan in his lap, which soon got crowded by Rylan as well, giving Flynn some time to tickle small feet before sitting up. 

Rylan: When do we leave? Flynn: Later, after we had breakfast, and lunch, and took care of the chickens and Dolly, so you have lots of time to play first. Tyvan: And put on nice clothing? Emil: We do that when we get there. They have a room for us to change. Rylan: So, we can play until then? Emil: Yes you can, but? Tyvan: After we help with the chickens, because we asked for them.

Flynn chuckles and nods which has both of them jump of their mom’s lap almost ready to run out the door to get started, but they are stopped at the shake of Flynn’s head while he points at them both being in their pj’s.

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[corroded-hellfire]

Fic request idea baby: what about Eddie with a gf who used to have an ED but she's doing better now but he notices that she's starting to relapse like skipping meals and he brings it up to her and just angst to fluff

+ Hey if ur taking requests:

what about if Effie's gf randomly stops changing in front of him like she's getting into pj and she goes to the bathroom and then starts asking for the lights to be off during sex and he's super confused and asks her about it and basically angst bc she's trying to hide it but may be she had a slip during ED recovery?

+ Hi lovie a lil request! What about Eddie with a gf whose in eating disorder recovery like she used to struggle but it's been a few years since then and she's don't just fine but he notices she's starting to relapse?

These three requests seemed to overlap just perfectly. The beautiful and talented @munson-blurbs was kind enough to write these with me so go shower her with all the love 💚

Warnings: eating disorders, body image issues, relapse struggles. Please, if you want or need to talk to somebody, I'm always here.

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You’re fairly certain you’re living on the sun’s surface. 

Logic would say that you haven’t left Hawkins, but the temperature outside begs to differ. 

“Christ, it’s like 1,000 degrees in here,” Eddie mumbles, cracking open a cold can of Pepsi and taking a swig. He plants a kiss on your forehead, careful not to disturb your reading. 

You smile but keep your nose buried in the bridal magazine Nancy had bought for you. Page after page of wedding dresses had you swimming in a sea of white, each more beautiful—and expensive—than the last. 

Oh, well. At least it would give you an idea of what to look for at your bridal appointment in a few weeks. 

What truly caught your eye was an article tucked towards the back of the magazine. Its title boldly declares, “Shedding for the Wedding: Lose that Weight and Look Great!” 

You shouldn’t read it. It’ll only upset you, only bring back the bad thoughts and routines and restrictions that you’d fought so hard to overcome. And yet you’re drawn to it, eyes scanning each fad diet for one that might help you. 

No. Yes. No. Yes. Put the magazine down. Stop reading the diet tips and comparing yourself to the models. 

But they’re so pretty and so skinny. If Eddie saw them, he might not even want to marry you anymore. Not when he saw how beautiful women were supposed to look in wedding dresses. 

Maybe losing a few pounds wouldn’t hurt. One diet couldn’t be so bad. It would be temporary, just until the wedding. 

It was totally fine. 

“What are we thinking for dinner tonight, babe?” Eddie rifles through the pantry and pulls out two boxes of pasta. “We have bowties and rigatoni. I’m personally more of a bowtie man myself, but it’s your call.”

You shake your head. “I’m good. Just gonna have some soup.” Reaching around him, you pluck a can of Progresso off of the shelf. 

“Soup?” Eddie wrinkles his nose in confusion. “It’s hotter than Satan’s tits outside.”

You shrug, trying to play it off casually. “Period craving.”

“You’re not on your period.”

“Well, PMS.”

Something nags at you—if you have to hide your new soup diet from your husband-to-be, maybe it’s not a good idea. Maybe you should put the can away and make pasta instead. But then you remember those gorgeous models, so svelte and sculpted and perfect. 

Soup it is. 

It’s harder to ignore the problem as more symptoms of the illness start to return. The first time you’d gathered up your pajamas and taken them into the bathroom with you, Eddie just assumed you were going to take a shower. When you emerged with bone-dry hair not two minutes later, he was puzzled. But he didn’t say anything, not wanting to come across as overprotective or overbearing. Maybe there was some simple excuse and he didn’t want to make you feel like you have to answer to him about every little thing. 

Eddie can’t ignore that there’s a problem anymore when you slip back into one of your old habits that has always broken his heart. Sex was now lights off and you kept your shirt on. Eddie wanted to see every part of you, touch every part of you. He was going to be your husband and the fact that you didn’t want him to see this part of you—that he has made very clear in the past that he fucking loves—disheartens him. 

Stress begins to build up within Eddie. He feels like he’s toeing the line because he doesn’t want to sound accusatory, but he also knows something is going on with you. And he has a pretty good idea of what it is. You try to hide how you pinch at your stomach and thighs, but he sees. The way you measure your wrists with your fingers all throughout the day. He wonders if you even realize you’re doing it, or if it’s reflexive at this point. 

Though you never mention it, you always have your green journal around the kitchen. Eddie respects your privacy enough not to go through it, but reaching for the keys over your shoulder one evening he notices that you’re making a list of what you’ve eaten that day. His stomach sinks as yet another familiar pattern emerges from the days when your disorder was at its worst. Your fiancé is coming closer to his breaking point and he still doesn’t know what to do or even who to go to about this. 

The final straw though is when you turn down girls’ night with Nancy and Robin at the Cheesecake Factory. You lived for nights out with your two best friends. They knew you almost as well as Eddie did though, so he knew you wouldn’t be able to sit down at a restaurant with them and bullshit your way out of not eating a proper meal like you should. 

Eddie knows now he has to say something. Anything, really. When you walk out of your shared bedroom in sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, Eddie chews on his bottom lip as he mentally prepares for the conversation he knows needs to happen. 

The moment you sit down on the couch, Eddie sits next to you. You reach for the remote but your hand doesn’t even make it to the piece of plastic before Eddie speaks.

“Can we, um, talk?”

“About what?” you ask, sitting back against the couch cushions. 

Your fiancé leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. He rubs his hands together and his tongue pokes out of his pouty pink lips like it does whenever he’s concentrating on something. 

“I’m worried about you, babe,” he finally says. “You’re not yourself.” 

Eddie doesn’t miss the way you reflexively shrink in on yourself.

“I’m just stressed with wedding stuff,” you say. 

“That’s why you didn’t hang out with Nancy and Robin?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows. 

“Mhm.”

“And all the pinching and not eating and not wanting me to see you naked? Is that because of wedding stress, too?”

You turn away from him and pull your knees to your chest, but he moves to face you again. “Baby, I know something’s wrong. And the last time I saw you like this, it was because…”

“I told you, I’m fine,” you snap. “I’m just stressed. Maybe if you spent more time helping me plan and less time planning stupid campaigns for a game you played back in high school, you’d understand.”

The accusation is unfair, and you know it. Sure, you’ve been doing most of the planning, but he’s been there every step of the way.

Eddie winces at your harsh tone. He looks like he has a rebuttal but gives up after a moment “Fine. Let’s just go to bed.”

Guilt from your outburst wracks your body and holds sleep hostage. After tossing and turning for a little while, you hear soft cries coming from Eddie’s side of the bed. 

“Eds?” Your heart leaps into your chest. “What’s going on?” You give him a hug from behind, latching on like a koala to a tree trunk until he turns to face you. 

Even in the darkness, you can see the way his eyes shine with tears. “I know you relapsed and…and I don’t know what to do,” he manages through his sobs. “I don’t know how to help, so I just stand there like a goddamn idiot, but I can’t keep pretending like nothing’s wrong! I can’t keep pretending that you’re not hurting yourself!”

He knew. The whole time you thought you’d been protecting him from the truth, and he knew. 

You wipe at his cheeks, feeling the moisture on your palms. “I’m sorry.”

Eddie shakes his head. “‘S not your fault, I know it’s not, but…you need to get help for this. I can’t lose my girl.” He presses his lips to your forehead and lets them linger there, holding you as tightly as he can. “Please. Please.”

No. You need to lose weight. You need to look good; no, perfect in your dress. All eyes are going to be on you, and you can’t show a single flaw. 

The argument sits on your tongue, defensiveness ready to spring into action. But then you see his brokenness, his vulnerability as he unabashedly wears his heart on his sleeve. 

Skinny. Skinnier. Skinniest. 

But then—Eddie. 

Eddie, who laid his heart out for you. Who let down the walls he’d spent years building just so he could receive your love. Who felt your pain despite your best attempts to shield him from it. 

Maybe you weren’t ready to get better for yourself, but until you were, you could do it for him. 

You nod, pulling back and kissing him softly. “I will. I promise. First thing tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll wake you up the moment the sun rises.”

At this, you have to let out a small laugh. “The therapy clinic doesn’t open until nine.”

Eddie cradles your face in his calloused palms, leaning in to gently kiss your nose. “Then I’ll wake you up at nine.”

[creative-heart]

"Love's Blossom"| Enzo Vogrincic

Chapter 1: "Nurturing Beginnings"

Lucia’s notes: Here goes the first chapter of my new Enzo x Reader Series. It’s a bit short, but I hope you enjoy it as a way to get you into this world.

Content Warning: Baby Fever, slight brief talk of sex. I don’t think I’m missing anymore, but if I am, please let me know.

Word Count: 1.3 k

It only took for Enzo’s cousin Juan to put his newborn baby boy in Y/N’s arms for the baby fever to ignite a new kind of fire in her gut, one that she had never felt before, and it burnt so bright she thought it might consume her. The Brunette was so taken by the little boy’s hand grabbing her pinky with his whole little fist that she didn’t realize Enzo was looking at the image in front of him as if it was the air he lacked to live; a new urge of making Y/N a mom growing in his heart.

The afternoon went by basically with them two gawking at the infant boy and as soon as they sat down in their car to head home Y/N looked over at her boyfriend “How crazy would it be if I said I want to have a baby?” she bit her lip a bit scared of the dark-haired man’s reaction to this revelation even though she didn’t quite expect the response she got back. Enzo snapped his head to look at her as soon as she said that the widest brightest smile spreading across his face, “I was thinking the same, for some reason seeing you with Luca made me think about how cute a mini us would be”.

And so they came up with a plan, Y/N went to see her doctor and explained the situation and she took the girl off her contraceptives starting her on some vitamins and folic acid as well, to help boost her reproductive system. For the next three months or so, it wouldn’t be successful according to the doctor, as Y/N’s body needed to get rid of all the hormones before any baby-making could happen, not that they couldn’t try anyway. 

Two months into this endeavor, they had agreed not to try testing before the three months had passed so they wouldn’t get too anxious about it, not that it was working for Y/N, the brunette was going insane with the wait. So when Juan and his wife asked the pair to look after little Luca for the night as they had a child-free wedding, Enzo and Y/N jumped at the opportunity to try to get as much hands-on experience with a baby as they could before they got their little one.

Leading up to the day they’d be taking baby Luca, Y/N walked in on Enzo reading a parenting blog and trying to understand what he needed to do with him, as she silently approached him from behind kissing his cheek while he sat on the couch she asked “What are you doing my love? reading up on baby care?” The older man looked at his girlfriend blushing a deep shade of red “It’s just that I want to make sure I know what to do with him tomorrow, like, what temperature do babies take their bottles? How will I know when he needs a diaper change? Like he’s my nephew, I need to do a good job, plus I know nothing about babies.” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable he looked all worried.

When Saturday rolled around, Juan and his wife dropped Luca off at Y/N and Enzo’s place at around six pm with his diaper bag with all the essentials needed for the night. “Right, so in there are enough diapers to last him like a day, in case there are any emergencies, a couple of clothes changes, and his pjs, his pacifier, and all the bottles he’ll need until we’re back with Camila’s milk in them, you only need to warm them up, and they’re microwave safe” Y/N smiled holding the baby kissing his head “Don’t worry guys, we’ve got you covered, you go have fun, if there’s anything you must know about we’ll make sure to let you know”. As both Juan and Camila kissed their baby’s head and left the brunette turned around rocking the sleeping baby in her arms to look at Enzo “you alright there?” she smiled as he stood frozen holding the bag.

“Yeah..” He replied absentmindedly “It’s just I didn’t ask them how will we know if he’s too hot, or too cold? won’t he need another blanket? what if he doesn’t like the way we change his diaper?” Y/N laughed standing on her tiptoes to plant a loving smooch on the taller one’s lips “As adorable as I find the way you panic, you need to relax baby, you’ll see it’s more intuitive than you think, plus, I’ve changed diapers before, so we’re good” He nodded softly as Y/N went to lay the sleeping infant in the traveling cot they had set up in the guests room for the night turning the monitor on before walking back out. It always amazed Enzo how much of a natural his girlfriend was with kids, they seemed to just be naturally attracted to her like bees to honey were and he loved seeing how much she enjoyed playing with the little ones at all social gatherings they attended.

As the evening went on they found themselves taking turns to play with and hold the baby, Enzo took most of the feedings and Y/N took the diaper changes under the attentive gaze of her boyfriend who wanted to soak up all the knowledge he could on this. Once they had Luca in his pjs Y/N gently paced around their living room after dinner trying to make the baby go down for the night as the raven-haired man laid back on the couch watching her, his eyes never leaving her body as she kept going “come on bubba, I know you’re tired, go to sleep” she pleaded at the whiny, fussy baby as he was overtired.

When he finally gave in to sleep she sat down with him laying on her chest as she rested back against Enzo “Finally, he was so overstimulated he couldn’t even fall asleep” she whispered rubbing his back gently and watching him sleep. Enzo hummed softly as he just looked at her with loving and reflecting eyes “I wish I could be the little man right now” he whispered and smiled at Y/N’s quizzical look “so that I could be laying my face on those perfect boobs of yours, little sucker” he chuckled lowly at her glare “What? You can’t blame me they’re just way too amazing, I would die a happy man in there” Y/N rolled her eyes smiling feeling the warmth grow up her face.

A while later she went to put Luca down in the guest room tucking him in before walking back out to the living room and taking the tea Enzo offered her sitting back down with him “You think they’ll get bigger?” Y/N looked at him “Your boobs, you think they’ll get bigger when you get pregnant? Because if they will, I’m taking you to our room right now and we’re not getting out until we get a little Vogrincic in there” he smirked as she smacked his arm playfully “we can’t tonight Mr. there’s a sleeping baby in our guest room, I won’t be fucking you, not that I don’t want to tho” the hazel-eyed woman said lowly sitting on his lap straddling him stroking his chest playfully.

“Then you’re being especially mean right now because you know what you’re doing” Enzo smirked at her innocent-looking smile “Oh yeah, don’t play innocent, we both know exactly what you’re doing grinding against me like this baby girl” he whispered against the skin on her neck kissing softly going to her soft spot slowly grazing over it with his teeth a shaky breath getting caught in the back of her throat her eyes fluttering closed as he kept kissing up and down her sensitive skin. As she ran her hands through his dark locks she heard the baby start crying and sighed pulling away from Enzo “I’ll get him” Y/N got up and walked to the bedroom picking him up from his crib, checking his diaper before laying him down to change him. As the older man looked at her walk away she sighed this has to be the only downfall of babies he thought running his hands through his hair.

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[jennyboom21]

It might seem strange, especially for those who only know Marshawn Lynch for his football career, to see the Super Bowl champ in a comedy about queer high school girls launching a fight club.

Bottoms (in theaters now) features the 37-year-old former NFL star in a scene-stealing role as Mr. G, a clueless teacher overseeing the feminist after-school club launched by Rachel Sennott’s PJ and Ayo Edebiri’s Josie. Even the film’s director and co-writer, Emma Seligman, admits she initially thought landing Lynch was a long shot.

“It was such a random movie for him to be in that I was so shocked that he even was considering it,” the Shiva Baby filmmaker (who goes by she/they pronouns) tells PEOPLE.

But the real reason for this unlikely casting is altogether more personal: Marshawn Lynch’s queer sister, Marreesha Sapp-Lynch, says he asked her whether to add Bottoms to a growing acting résumé that includes Westworld and Murderville.

“From the beginning when he read the script, he said that I came to mind,” recalls Sapp-Lynch, 34. “I was like, ‘Most definitely you should do it.’ I just told him, ‘It'll get you to understand, get more knowledge about the lesbian community.”

Like the characters of PJ and Josie, Sapp-Lynch has identified as a lesbian since high school. It felt easy coming out to her mother Delisa, she remembers — “She'll tell me to this day, 'I always knew you liked girls!'” — but brothers David, Marshawn and Davonte had a less straightforward reaction.

“They were understanding, but they didn't understand,” Sapp-Lynch tells PEOPLE. “Marshawn had a lot of questions and was thinking it was his fault: ‘What did I do?’ Because growing up he would always say I couldn't have a boyfriend, ‘You can't talk to boys.’ We’d go to a party and he'd be asking everybody, ‘Did you dance with my sister?’ But I wasn't attracted to boys, so I didn't dance with them!”

Her brother has accepted and celebrated her sexual orientation since those teenage years, Sapp-Lynch says. Case in point: Marshawn helped plan her 2021 wedding and walked her down the aisle.

“I asked him to walk me down the aisle because our dad passed away,” says Sapp-Lynch with a smile. “He cried the whole time,” she adds.

“He doesn’t cry — or I don't see him cry. The fact that he did cry and shed some tears, it meant a lot to me.” (Marshawn was so invested in his sister’s wedding, in fact, he urged the pair to reschedule it from 2023 to 2021. “He was very much involved in the whole planning... He called us at 5:00 a.m. talking about the cake designs and party favors.”)

But with Bottoms, a comedy produced by Amazon’s Orion Pictures and Elizabeth Banks’ Brownstone Productions, Marshawn had a bigger opportunity to honor his sister. Discussing the role of Mr. G with the footballer, Seligman, 28, remembers thinking there must have been “more of a connection here beyond him wanting to be in a funny movie or something.”

“In his words, he said he wasn't amazing about it when Marreesha came out in high school and that he felt like this was the universe giving him a chance to right his wrongs,” she adds. “He made it seem like that was really what was interesting him the most about it.”

Throughout the film’s shoot in New Orleans, Seligman says, “he kept on bringing up Marreesha.” Especially when Sapp-Lynch and her wife visited the set, she recalls, “He kept on being like, ‘That's my sister.’ In a way where it was like a proud parent [of queer kids] — a proud brother.”

And when Orion Pictures president Alana Mayo suggested Marshawn for Mr. G, Seligman says, she realized it might expand the moviegoing audience of Bottoms. “Him believing in these girls and getting to know them and getting to understand them means a lot in the grand scheme of things within the crazy conservative town that they're in.”

Plus, the story’s homophobic characters are obsessed with the high school football team, Seligman points out. “To have a legendary football player like him playing this character that's getting to know this subsection of this town, and see them as real people with valid desires and hormones and feelings — that's pretty cool that Marshawn is representing that kind of straight, male character.”

Sapp-Lynch agrees, and says seeing a movie full of gay characters like Bottoms while coming out in high school “would've helped me make me feel easier, make me feel better about me being who I am.”

“I didn't understand my sexuality in high school, so I actually think it might've freaked me out,” admits Seligman. “It would've excited me. Maybe it would've jumpstarted some things!”

Of co-writing the film with Sennott, she says, “I really just wanted to see my high school self in a stupid comedy.” She recalls a quote from Edebiri: “Being stupid is a political act.”

“Just having queer characters in something so silly and that's not serious feels subversive,” Seligman continues. “I don't think we're trying to prove anything political or have some sort of deeper message or meaning out of the movie. Other than ‘Gay people can be funny, sexy and horny, and that's normal.’ Sometimes just normalizing something is enough.”

“Marshawn in the movie,” she adds, “beyond him being a wonderful actor and improviser and a lovely human being, it is wild that it might be seen by so many more people who wouldn't have otherwise seen it.”

[cutedisneygirl]

Love Online Chapter 33

Warnings: None.

November came and Chris and Merida spent Thanksgiving together. They spent it with her dad. The plan was to spend Christmas with his family after they got back from their honeymoon. Saying goodbye was hard for Merida. She knew she wouldn't see Chris again till their wedding. She walked with him out to his car the day after Thanksgiving.

"I'm going to miss you."

"I will miss you too babe. I will talk to you every night though like I always do."

"I know."

"Just think, the next time I see you it will be our wedding day."

"I know. I can't wait. Drive safely. Call me when your home?"

"You know I will."

"I love you."

"I love you too babe." Chris kisses her passionately, a long deep kiss. When he pulls away he has to grab Merida so she doesn't fall.

"You okay babe?" He laughs.

"Yeah wasn't expecting that."

Chris laughs. "I will talk to you tonight." He kisses her once again, just a peck this time then gets into his car and drives away. Merida watches him drive away then goes back into the house.

The next few weeks go by and then it is December the month of the wedding. Merida is getting nervous. One Friday night, it is Dec 3, she has just gotten home from work and as soon as she gets in the door her phone rings. She looks down and sees its Tiffany.

"Hey girl!"

"OMG Mer!"

"What? What's going on?"

"I think Matt is going to propose!"

"What? Why do you think that?"

"He's been acting weird lately and then today he told me he wants to take me out tomorrow, some where special and telling me I need to dress nicely."

"Wow, well I'm happy for you."

"Thanks, we will see tomorrow. But hey how are you? Your wedding is getting closer!"

"Oh my gosh Tiff, I am getting so nervous!"

"Aww it will be okay. Chris loves you, actually he adores you."

"I know he does."

"You won't see him again till the wedding will you?"

"Nope."

"But you talk to him right?"

"Yep. Every night."

"Hey I was thinking."

"Yeah?"

"How about we have a girls night before we leave for Florida? Then we can ride together."

"I love that idea! I need my best friend."

"Okay we can work out details later. I need to go. I have go into work for a bit and then get off and rest a little before I have to get ready for my date tomorrow."

"Okay girl. Talk to you later. Love ya."

"Love you too."

Merida hangs up and sets her phone on the island. Her dad walks into the kitchen.

"Hey princess. How was your day?"

"It was okay."

"Just okay?"

"Yeah I'm tired. Glad its Friday."

"Got any plans for the weekend?"

"No."

"Your not getting together with Tiffany?'

"No she has to go into work in a little bit and she will rest for a little bit then she said she has to get ready for a date tomorrow night with Matt."

"Oh. Well you and I can hang out. We can watch a movie."

"Sure, I'd love that. Let me just go get a quick shower."

"Of course. Would you like me to order a pizza?"

"Sounds good."

"I'll even get pineapple."

"Aww thanks daddy."

Merida leaves the room and heads towards the bathroom. She grabs her pjs from her drawer then heads towards the bathroom. She was just about to get in the shower when she gets a text.

Chris-hey babe! It might be a little late before I can call you. Hanging out with Scott tonight. I love you. 😘❤️

She sent back a quick reply

Merida-It's okay. I am going to hang out with my dad and watch a movie. Have fun with Scott, just call me when you can. Love you too.😘🥰

Merida got a quick shower and then headed back to the living room. Her dad was sitting on the couch.

"There you are! I was starting to wonder what happened to you."

"Sorry. Chris sent me a message just as I was just about to get in the shower."

"Is he okay?"

"Yes he was just telling me it might be later till he called me that he was hanging out with Scott."

"Oh, okay. Well the pizza should be here soon. We can pick out a movie to watch if you want."

"Okay."

Merida sat on the couch. "What are you in the mood to watch?"

"Doesn't matter. You pick."

Merida starts scrolling through the movies on Netflix. "Ooh, I've never seen this. Can we watch it?" She says stopping on Loss of a Teardrop Diamond.

"Sure. Who's in it?"

Merida looks over at her dad and smiles.

"Why are you smiling at me?"

"Chris."

"Chris? You mean Chris Evans?"

Merida nods.

"That doesn't look like him."

"It's an older one. I've never seen it. Can we watch it please?"

"Sure, why not?"

Just as Merida starts it there is a knock on the door. Her dad gets up and gets the door. He pays for the pizza then carries it into the living room. He has already gotten plates and drinks.

"Thanks daddy."

"Your welcome princess."

Merida grabs a slice and puts it on her plate. They watch the movie.

"Oh my gosh! His accent!" Merida laughs.

"I can't get over how young he looks. When was this made?"

"Uh..." Merida pulls out her phone and looks up the movie. "2009."

"Wow. He just looks so different."

"I know."

They were half way through the movie when Merida's phone rings. She looks down and sees Chris is facetiming her.

"Uh daddy can we pause this? It's Chris." "Sure princess."

Merida pauses the movie and answers.

"Hey Chris. I didn't think I would hear from you till later."

"Heeeey Babe! I missssss you."

"Chris?"

"Whaat?"

"Are you drunk?"

"Noo!"

"Bro you so are! I told you not to call her!" She hears Scott say in the back ground.

"Shhhh, I had to callll my girlll."

Merida smiles and tries to keep from laughing.

"Chris, I love you but lets hang up before you say something you might regret later. My dad is right next me and..." she looks over at her dad. He is giving her the look. "And he is giving me the look."

"The looook, uh oooooh!"

"Yeah, so I'm going to say goodnight. We can talk tomorrow."

"Babbbbe, waaaait!"

"What?"

"I loooove you sooooo much!"

"I know you do and I love you too. Goodnight Chris."

Merida ends the call.

"Princess, does he often call you like that?"

"No. He doesn't get drunk much, but daddy you don't have to worry. He's nothing like Bradly. He would never hurt me."

"I know he won't but..."

"Daddy I promise. He's funny when he gets drunk, he would never do anything to me. I promise."

"Okay. Let's get back to the movie."

Just as she started it back her phone goes off. She looks down and sees a text message.

Scott-Have you gotten anything in the mail?

Merida-uh... no what should I be getting?

Scott-I sent you something.

Merida-Where did you send it? Did you send it to my house or my dad's?

Scott-Uhhh....I don't remember

Merida-I will check tomorrow and see. I will let you know.

Scott-I just checked my email and it says it was delivered this morning. I think it was your house.

Merida-Okay I will go by tomorrow and get it. Thanks.

Scott-okay let me know when you get it.

Merida-👍

They finish the movie and Merida helps her dad clean up and put away the leftover pizza.

"Thanks for the movie daddy."

"Your welcome princess. Sleep well. I'll see you in the morning."

Her dad hugs her then she heads to her room. She brushes her teeth then climbs into bed. She plugs up her phone then lays down. Dixie jumps up on the bed and lays down next to her.

The next morning Merida wakes up and looks at her phone its 10 am. She is surprised she has not heard from Chris yet. He has normally messaged her by now. She thinks back to last night and smiles. She then remembers what Scott had told her. Her package! He said he had sent something. Merida quickly gets up, grabs her phone and throws some clothes on. She runs into the kitchen.

"Well good morning princess. Your in a hurry."

"Yeah, I have to run back to my house really quick. Scott said he said he sent me something."

"Oh. Would you like me to go with you?"

"No it's okay. I will be back soon."

Merida heads out and drives towards her house. She has just pulled into her driveway when her phone rings. She smiles when she sees the facetime call.

"Hey Chris."

"Babe, hey."

"I was starting to wonder when I would hear from you."

"Yeah, I slept in. Shit, I have a killing headache! I need to remember this is what a hangover feels like."

"I'm sorry. You did sound and look pretty drunk last night."

"Oh shit! That's right I called you."

"Chris language! And yes you did.'

"Was your dad mad? I remember you saying he was giving you a look."

"No, he was just worried."

"Worried? Why?"

"Because of Bradley. He knew what happened when Bradley drank and got drunk."

"Oh, I'm sorry babe."

"It's okay. I trust you Chris. You're nothing like him, at all. You don't scare me. Your funny when you're drunk."

"Oh is that so?" he smiles.

"Yes."

"I recall someone else being funny when they are drunk." He smiles and winks.

"Oh gosh! Well that is something you will never see again!"

"You never know."

"No, you won't. I will never let that happen again."

"If you say so babe. Where are you by the way? Looks like you are in your car."

"I am. I am at my house. Scott said he sent me something I came to get it."

"Oh. What did he send you?"

"I have no idea. I am fixing to look."

"Well go look I'm curious too."

Merida gets out of the car and goes to her mailbox and sees a small package. She goes back to her car and sits and opens it.

"Oh my gosh!"

"What is it babe?"

"He sent me the garter I told him I wanted but didn't think I would be able to find."

"Can I see?"

"Wow! Those beautiful."

"I know. I will have to thank him."

"He just left otherwise I would put him on."

"It's okay I will call him later."

"Alright babe. Well I need to go. I will talk to you later alright? I love you."

"I love you too."

Later that night Merida has just hung up with Chris and is fixing to head to bed when her phone rings. She sees its Tiffany.

"Hey girl!"

"Mer! Oh my gosh! I'm engaged! Matt proposed! I'm engaged!"

"Congraduatlations! I'm so happy for you! I can't wait to see the ring."

"I can show you when I come over. I would take a pic but my camara phone has been acting up lately."

"It's okay I'll see it when you come over. I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks. I'll talk to you tomorrow. I have to get some sleep. I work early in the morning."

"Night. Love ya."

"Night love ya too."

The next week goes by quickly, then it's the week of the wedding. Merida has taken off from work. Tiffany is coming over Monday and staying a few days. Merida, Tiffany and her dad are driving to Florida on Thursday morning early. Merida has been going through her things trying to decide what she wants to take with her. She is in her closet looking through clothes when her dad comes in.

"Princess?"

"Yes daddy?"

"When did you say Tiffany was coming?"

"Sometime today, not sure when."

"Okay. Do I need to make up the spare bed or will she stay in here with you?"

"She will probably stay in here with me. She usually does."

"Okay. How is the packing coming?"

"Its coming. I don't know what to take."

"Well don't take your whole closet. I know how you pack. You always want to take everything but the kitchen sink with you."

Merida laughs. "Oh daddy, I do not."

"You do. You always pack more bags than you need and so many books, and then you hardly touch one of them."

"I like to be prepared."

Her dad laughs. "Right. Well if you need anything holler."

"I will. Oh daddy?"

"Yes princess?"

"Who did you say was looking after Dixie while we are gone?"

"My neighbor."

"Okay."

Merida continues to pack. She is still packing when Tiffany arrives later that evening. Her dad lets her in.

"She's in the bedroom packing. She's been packing all day, well actually the last few days."

"Uh oh. I better go help."

"Yeah, other wise she will have packed her whole closet."

Tiffany laughs. She walks into the bedroom and finds Merida on the floor of her closet going through clothes.

"Mer!"

Merida jumps. "Tiff you scared me."

"Sorry. Need some help?"

"Yes! I have no idea what to take or how much to take."

Tiffany begins to help Merida sort through her clothes. Tiffany makes sure to pack the things that Merida got at her bachelorette/lingerie party. She knows Merida never would have packed them. When she sees the pjs Merida has packed she takes them out so she has no choice but to wear them. She only leaves one pair in. The thumper pair Miranda gave her.

"Finally all done! Except for the last minute things I will pack Thursday morning."

"How many books did you pack?"

"Just one."

"One? Really?"

"Well actually two. I am almost done with one of them."

"I bet you won't even open the book once! You will be too busy doing other things." Tiffany winks.

"Tiffany!" Merida says smacking her arm.

"You will."

"Let's go see if my dad needs help with dinner."

Merida heads towards the kitchen. Tiffany follows her. The next few days the girls spend hanging out. They do stay up late and talk and laugh. Then its Wednesday night. The girls don't stay up too late knowing they will be getting up early the next day and driving to Florida.

The next morning Merida's alarm goes off she climbs out of bed and gets a quick shower. She has just gotten out of the shower and is getting ready to get dressed when her phone goes off.

Chris-good morning babe. I know you are leaving soon for Florida. Safe travels. I am leaving soon myself. I can't wait to see you! I love you 😘🥰❤️

Merida smiles.

Merida-Good morning Chris. Yes I am getting ready and we will be heading out soon. Safe travels to you. I can't wait to see you. I love you too. 😘🥰

Merida finishes getting ready and has just finished putting her last few things in her toiletries bag when Tiffany walks in. Tiffany gets ready and then the girls head into the kitchen, where Merida's dad is eating some cereal and drinking coffee. The girls get a bowl of cereal and some coffee then after brushing their teeth they load the car and Merida's dad takes Dixie to the neighbors along with her bag and they are on their way.

They made a few stops along the way including stopping for lunch. They arrived in Orlando 7 hours later. It was around 2 pm.

Shawn pulls into the grand Floridian and finds a parking place.

"Wow! This is place is huge!" Tiffany says

"I know. Wait till you see the inside."

"You've been here?"

"Yes. It is where I stayed when Chris brought me."

"Oh right. I forgot. Do you think he is here yet? Didn't you say he was heading here today as well."

"Yeah and I don't know. I can find out."

"Come girls out lets go. Lets get to our room. I'm tired and want to rest."

Merida steps out of the car and pulls out her phone and is about to text Chris when she feels hands cover her eyes. She removes the hands and turns her head to see Chris.

"Chris!"

"Hey babe. God I've missed you." He says kissing her cheek and wrapping his arms around her.

She turns and faces him and wraps her arms around his waist.

"I've missed you too. When did you get here?"

"Just a few minutes ago. I was just about to take my stuff in when I saw you."

"Oh."

"I can help you with your stuff."

"Thanks."

Chris heads to the trunk where her dad his.

"Hey Shawn."

"Chris! How are you?"

"I'm good. Let me help."

He grabs Merida's bag and pulls up the handle. Tiffany walks up and grabs her duffle and throws it over her shoulder.

"I got mine. It's not heavy. I pack light." She smiles.

Chris rolls Merida's bag over to his car and grabs his bag then they all walk in together. Shawn checks in and then Chris checks in. They head to the elevator.

"So what room are you in?" Chris asks.

"34." Shawn says.

"Oh? I'm 36."

"Really? That means your not far away!" Merida exclaims.

"Nope." Chris smiles.

"Merida! Don't get any bright ideas! After tomorrow you can't see him till your wedding and your walking down the ailse." Tiffany says

"Aww but..."

"No buts! You heard me!"

Merida frowns. Chris leans towards her and whispers. "You might could sneek into my room when shes asleep."

Merida smiles but shakes her head. "We are all in the same room. There is no way I could leave and come back without them knowing." She whispers. The evlevator reaches their floor. Chris rolls Merida's suit case to her room.

"Here you are."

"Thanks."

"What are you doing for dinner?"

"Uh..." Merida looks at her dad and Tiffany. Her dad has unlocked the door and is about to head in.

"I have no idea. Daddy what are we doing for dinner?"

"I have no idea princess. Right now I just want to get some rest."

"I can message you later."

"Sure. I'll see you later. I love you."

"Okay. Love you too."

Chris leans down and kisses Merida then heads two doors down to his room. He smiles as he unlocks his door and then disappears into the room.

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[ourdreamsareneon]

is it petty to not show up to a party because the host asked me to change my costume?

it's marvel themed and I asked them three times if I could go as gwenpool because she'd my favourite marvel character. all three times they said yes but then I get a message today asking if I can switch to deadpool because my best friend is going as wolverine so it will "look better" in photos

1) I'm not a deadpool fan girl. I like his comics but I only got into them when I was 15 before that I found him so annoying. He's maybe in my top 10 characters but he's not breaking top 5 - just personal opinion

2) I don't want to wear a full masked up costume my idea for gwenpool was a pj look with some meme shirt and Jeff plushie somethinf cute but I can't translate that to deadpool?

3) I'm femme presenting at the moment so I want to be femme presenting

4) The most important one - I know that the host as well as other people ship and overly sexualise wolverine and deadpool. my best friend is basically my brother, he's been invited to my sisters wedding and is staying with the bridal party for fucks sake. I joke a lot that we have the dynamic of deadpool and wolverine because grumpy old man and stupid idiot but I don't actually feel comfortable at all with jokes that might get made especially once people are drunk and on drugs

AH idk if I'm over reacting. I've already said "maybe? I don't really like deadpool lol" so if they push it more I just won't go which sucks because I like them and it's their birthday and I've said ill help decorate but idkkkk ahhh

[gamora-borealis]

hi so im one of those ppl that watched dnp religiously years ago and ive been out of the loop for a long time so what’s the thing about the wedding theory & the phil tag thing? if you dont mind explaining or maybe pointing me in the direction of someone else who could?

Oh well hello welcome back! Very long rambley answer under the cut :)

Tbh there's been way more insane stuff that's happened since, but in 2022 the biggest thing that had happened was Dan released his video "Why I Quit YouTube" where he announced that he was going on a solo tour ("We're All Doomed") and making some YouTube videos to go along with / promote the tour ("Dystopia Daily"). So I don't remember the exact details (I bet if you search dan and phil iceland on tumblr you might find some stuff), but Dan's tour was supposed to end in Iceland, and based on some stuff his friend PJ said on twitch it seemed like maybe he (and his gf) and Dan and Phil were going to have a vacation in Iceland after the last show. And idk if there was anything else (like maybe based on stuff they were liking on social media idk lol) people were like... what if they are having a wedding in Iceland after the last show? Apparently Iceland has been advertised as a gay wedding tourism destination too so idk. I think tumblr phannies were just bored and clowning but also it was 2022 which was the infamous prophesized year they were supposed to get married (based on a joke Crabstickz made years ago), so there was this thought like, what if they get married in early 2023 (when the Iceland show was supposed to be) out of spite.

Anyways, the Iceland show ended up getting cancelled. I'm not exactly sure why, but there were some other cancelled shows too and some people suspect it was due to poor ticket sales / too many shows in one city / issues with venues (maybe they were scheduling some that were too big) / issues with promotion (dan's management and touring agencies left most of the promotion to him outside of the standard local venues in-house promotion). Both Dan and Phil got new management this year after all that (Dan now has an agent for his comedy / touring stuff, Phil has an agent for his own channel, and then they have another agent for the gaming channel).

Anyways, 2023 kicked off and Dan and Phil started doing all kinds of insane stuff, which that's a whole other long post about how wild this year has been (Japhan 3.0, OnlyPhans, Gaming Channel comeback, Dan being a slutty nun for Halloween baking, Catboy calendar, etc) and they have been pretty open and comfortable together online lately (while still being fairly private) and more settled in their lives that some people actually think they might actually be getting married. Which, idk maybe we are just being insane again but this time I actually do think it's more believable lol. They bought/designed a house together (though I think it's actually a condo? penthouse? something like that) and Phil has had some health issues so even though they might not really be the kind to want to get married, some people are wondering if they might do it for legal reasons and also to maybe celebrate their relationship with family since Dan came out to his family and then like 9 months after their coming out videos the pandemic happened. Also doesn't help that next year is their 15th anniversary, which the anniversary of the first day they met takes place on the same day Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance are performing at the We Were Young Festival 2024 lmaooo. I mean some people are still convinced that they are queerplatonic and romantic exes or something like that but there's a lot they have shared that heavily implies that they aren't.

Okay, now the Phil tag examiner... Idk there was this blog that kept sending people asks anytime they posted something in the Dan and Phil or dnp tags that didn't explicitly mention Phil, and were like "hello this is the Phil tag examiner please keep posts only about Dan out of the Dan and Phil tag" and it was kinda funny to be honest. It stopped after a while idk what happened to them but no one was taking them seriously.

Anyways, I got back into dnp while Dan was on his tour about a year ago, and it's been such a wild year and now is probably like one of the best times to start watching them again there's sooo much new content with the gaming channel and they are being very authentically themselves it's really great.

[nicistrying]

I can do it. It's 12.26pm and I'm on the couch in my pjs having just eaten breakfast 😂😂 didn't wake up til 10.30 as I was so exhausted from work and also was having awful dreams. Like just all my worst fears coming for me in my sleep 😭 I've cleaned the kitchen, washed the dishes and done a load of laundry before I sat down though. Just need to put laundry outside, walk Maggie (not too long bc I have horrible period pain starting, 2 weeks before I would usually be due on loll. It's okay, I chose unpredictable physical pain over uncontrollable mood swings thinking this should be more manageable for me and everyone around me when I got the IUD rather than keep taking pills. It'll get better in a few months, apparently 😬🤞) Gonna see how I feel after the walk but think I might do a little workout either in the form of an easy jog or on the indoor bike as I haven't been on it in a while. Probably the bike as less turbulence in the uterus area 😂 Want to order a few birthday and Christmas (I know 🤢) gifts so I can spread the cost bc so much money is coming out of my account now to pay for the wedding and honeymoon so I can't be splashing out in November & December. And then Matt will be home from work and I will either return to snuggling in my pjs or if my sister gets an early finish from work we're going to go see Barbie bc she hasn't seen it yet. It's going to be a good Sunday!

[sillywitchsong]

Ever had a "duh" moment? That was me on my way home from work today...spent ages looking for the fairy adapted mod that I found on medieval keep (8pt mod) just so I could see the pictures. I might not get the names right, but I can view them via cas!

The version in my game has a troll, ogre, goblin, fey, flat nose alien?, something wispy, the wild hunt, 😜 I don't remember the last one...

Four female, four male. Of course, I'm just perfectionist enough to be discouraged from trying to recreate them and name them just for pictures because I might get the names wrong...

Wondering what I have that is conflicting...viewing alien eyes in bodyshop it showed up until teen...just the teen... (did not check males)...

Anyhoo, back to Fernalina hood!

That's cool. Do all weddings count as reunions? Maybe I could be convinced to throw house parties for just family to come home now that the kids have moved out...

Geesh. Rocky is still furious with Amber...

Sorry, it's much easier to read in person... Rocky and Amber Stone, respectively

Youngest first...

She's always dressed nice...until in her pj's. Those are hideous.

😂 I expected him to be stinky cuz he had the accident at the wedding...while he got the memory... I guess this freeze frame of pulling a really long stick out his butt will have to do...

Oh yeah, Rocky!

Sooo...Quartz really wanted to ask someone on a date...teleported ALL the teens over...and zero attraction with any of them. She had negative chemistry with Hickory, the rest are her cousins or gay.

So I had Malachite scope the lot...he wants Hickory sooo bad. But he's straight man. You're barking up the wrong tree. (He kept autonomously trying stuff and Hickory would say no, go away)

[wardenred]

Flufftober 13: Wrong (...)

Set in the world of a tabletop RPG called #iHunt. Or rather, a sort of a fanfic for a specific campaign I played in. Pretty sure no special knowledge is needed to read.

Right when I was about to break into that stupid vault, my phone chimed, the telltale noise of an #iHunt notification. My fingers slipped on the keyboard.

"Crap."

My character's last lockpick, broken. There were cheat codes, of course, but that's just bad sportsmanship. I was going to leave this dungeon without the extra loot, all because of the stupid app.

I wasn't up to taking any new gigs, and I was pretty damn certain I'd set my account status to Unavailable. If they were rolling out some kind of update, there was no need to alert me. I could bitch at it when I next decided to log in. Right now, I had enough cash to comfortably sustain me for a whole damn week, and my usual partners in crime were out of town attending a wedding, anyway. No need to risk my life chasing after monsters. I could kick back, relax, and play videogames all day long.

Except my videogame experience had just got thoroughly ruined (my inner magpie wanted that extra loot, dammit!), and my curiosity was getting the better of me.

The app screen met me with a +1 next to the PMs icon. The hell? No one ever PMed me on #iHunt. I hadn't even touched that part of the app in all my months using it. Maybe I should poke at the privacy settings.

The sender's ID, screen name, and userpic were all wholly unfamiliar. The content of the message, though...

📢‼️Emergency! Back-up needed! 🙏 Waiting at the Gates. Bring $ 🙏

I frowned. Gates? The only thing that came to mind was that place down the block that alternated between being a perfectly respectable coffee shop and a hotbed of demonic and occult activity. It was the whole reason I'd downloaded #iHunt and started taking gigs in the first place. I’d got caught in one of those stupid cultist rituals as a potential blood sacrifice, then a few folks showed up, guns blazing, to save the day. They'd been hired through the app, and they were really just ordinary people like myself, in need of money and with few fucks left to give. So I'd thought, fine, hey, this world insists on putting me in danger either way. Might as well take up the initiative and get paid for it.

If whoever was contacting me meant the same Gates, well. Perhaps there had been a sneaky update allowing #iHunters contact whoever was in the immediate vicinity if they landed in particularly hot water. Or maybe it was a long-standing feature I wasn't aware of because of my aversion to PMs.

I really wasn't a fan of the app getting my geolocation, but whatever. If someone needed help...

No idea who you are, but sure. What's the trouble?

A moment, then three dots appeared at the bottom of the screen to indicate the person was typing. The dots blinked.

And blinked.

And blinked.

And blinked.

All right, well, if they had the time to compose a whole damn saga, I had the time to get out of my pjs and into something suitable for tackling a supernatural threat. Also, to grab some weapons and amulets.

I was in the middle of zipping up my jeans when there was another chime.

OMG. Sorry! 💔 I was trying to message my sister since she's not responding to my texts but I made a typo in the ID. Don't worry. Not dying. Just having a crappy day and got my credit card eaten by a fucking demonic turtle if you believe it. Anyway. Not your problem. Sorry again.

I stared at the screen. This was indeed not at all my problem. I could wish them luck and log off. I could log off without saying anything. I could go back to my fictional dungeon crawling.

Except I knew a thing or two about crappy days, and I did have some extra money for once.

Oh well I'm like a 10 minute walk from the Gates if you mean the coffee shop and I happen to crave a pumpkin spice latte. Want me to come by and pay for your coffee or whatever?

The dots blinked. Disappeared. Blinked.

...Could you really? I swear I'll pay you back from my next gig. 

I set the phone aside for a sec to fasten my belt buckle.

No problem 👌 Just, uh, is that demonic turtle still nearby?

Yes, but he's not a threat! He's pretty sweet now that we're getting to know each other. I'm calling him Mocca. 💖☕

Okay, now things were getting interesting.

[devcted]

she knew what he grew up with, at least bits and pieces of what he'd tell her. their relationship was still kind of new and she's pretty sure they're trying to enjoy it before they dive too deeply into the extent of everything he'd been taught. however, she understands this might be difficult for him, maybe even a little scary. his parents had lied to him about this world, not all muggles were evil just as not all wizards were good, the world was not all black and white and she wanted to show him the little beauty within a world of different creatures than themselves because truth be told they all looked the same just as they all bled the same, they had emotions and fears similar to wizards...and if they could breed those like her mother who could tap into their own magic then why fear them when they were no different? "no offense but your mother is ridiculous. wizard heritage is not about our differences to humans. it's about the world we created, it's about how we use our powers and... cauldron cakes." the last part is more of a joke, smirking up at her boyfriend who just looks especially beautiful in his silk pjs tonight. she's so excited to share this with him, finally have a real date outside of the castle. her mother used to tell her this is what she did with her father.

"something like that, yeah. truth be told I don't know much of it. maybe we should ask the muggle studies professor next time we go to school." she teases, leaning up to peck his cheek. she giggles softly at the way he speaks to the niffler, looking over at alfie who is sitting on his pillow ready to join them for the film and reaching for some popcorn which bee allows him to do, nifflers were rather clean pets and he deserves a snack. "speaking of professors what do you think of lupin? he's pretty cool isn't he?" he'd taken a special liking to bee this semester and it was nice to have a professor who genuinely cares. "apparently he knew my mom back in the day or something cause he's always asking about her but she was apparently popular back then, considered the prettiest girl in school. can you believe that?" she beams happily, mostly because she certainly can and because she's enjoying getting to watch films and snuggle up to her boyfriend, it's relaxing strangely enough, not having to worry about how she looks with her hair tied up in a messy bun and pjs to match their movie wearing shorts and a crop top cause it was a bit warm tonight or maybe it was the fact her body was warm from being around regulus black.

she giggles at his words, shaking her head as she purrs. "no spells, it's called a fast foward button. muggles made it so they wouldn't have to sit through the boring parts...think of it kind of like floo powder it's just so we can get from one point to the other faster it's just within the comfort of our home and you don't accidentally get dust up your nose." she jokes cause that might've happened to her a few times. "I told you muggles don't need spells to be magical in their own right, they invent things just as we do just with less bibidi boo and more technology." she hopes it makes sense to him because it's hard to really wrap your head around unless you've been exposed to it, she wants to share this with him so he knows it's nothing to fear.

she doesn't even realize the way she's singing until he points it out to her, making her blush softly and feeling a bit shy because she's not much of a singer but he brushes his fingers against her cheek tucking her hair behind her ear as he asks her to keep going, so she does happily singing along to the movie again as he tugs her into his warm embrace. "we'll be there, we'll be seen, having tea with the queen we'll forget everything... that we've ever ever been." she sounds cheerfully until it gets to the part of victoria's parents and she opts for a more dramatic tone. "It's a terrible day!! now don't be that way it's a terrible day for a wedding It's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in That has led to this ominous wedding how could our family have come to this? to marry off our daughter to the noveaux-rich they're so common so coarse oh, it couldn't be worse!" she singings in a silly dramatic tone, resting her head against his chest as if she were disappointed to be sending her daughter off to marry a lowly fish merchant before looking up and leaning in to kiss under his chin. "don't you dare tell anyone I do that or I'll have to tickle you." she teases.

the rest of the movie goes by, victor fumbling and being nervous about meeting his new wife as the parents of the film act terribly, victoria questioning if she would like her new husband and etc. truth be told bee only really cares to get to the part of emily, she'd seen this movie so much that she's just excited to share it with her lover, hoping he will like the beautiful corpse bride as much as she does.

shivering as he kisses her neck she smiles bright "oh emily is wonderful, and so beautiful. when I was little I used to put on this white dress I had and a pillow case on my head and pretend I was her....and victor was my husband." she laughs a little embarrassed. especially now that she's compared her boyfriend to the cartoon character she used to have such a crush on when she was young. "If you don't love her I'll have to cry actually." she jokes, tracing his arm soothingly as she rests up against him, feeling small and safe in his arms. he whispers in her ear that he can see why she loves victor so much, making her bite down on her lower lip because it's still embarrassing plus she can feel hes teasing with his lips so close to her ear as he points out she has a type and it makes her pout. she wants to spoil the movie but doesn't wanting him to enjoy the experience of seeing it for the first time. "at least victoria is somewhat likeable and cute, daphne was more like her parents in this movie." she says rolling her eyes before looking up at him. "plus, you didn't like her, you liked me and I love how crazy that drove her because you were always mine, my cute victor." she says leaning up to kiss his chin once again. "anyway we're getting closer to the part you're going to meet emily...I'm so excited." she says feeling like a happy child, blue eyes flickering over at alfie for a moment as he's helped himself to more snacks barely paying mind to the movie. "alfie, don't fatten up on treats you'll get a belly ache." she says gently.

Her arms are around his waist, making his heart race a little because he’s still not used to her touch coming so easily after all of this time. Her beauty is distracting, having to make an effort to bring his attention back to her words. It’s difficult for him to understand what she explains, never thinking of muggles having magic of any kind. But even so, he’s not sure how he would explain this, so it must be some kind of magic, right? Or maybe they’re stronger than even wizards, for managing something like this without spells or potions. “My mother wouldn’t believe you… She’d say it was an insult to our heritage somehow, even though muggles probably created this with no knowledge of us.” It feels strange for him to put it behind; an entire life of being taught to be averse to muggles and their way of life. But he wants to do it, not just for Bee but for himself; to learn enough about them to try and reverse the fear that was instilled in him. He used to be nervous to even pass muggles in the street, or do magic anywhere near their cities. All that he’d been told is how they wanted to kill his kind, and had even succeeded with some of their ancestors. That and how important it was to remain magical and not lose it because of interbreeding with muggles.

But here Bee is and he doesn’t want anyone else but her, ever, for any reason. He knew it as soon as he almost lost her to petrification last year, going to visit her in the infirmary so many times that he subsquently broke up with his girlfriend. “They created every movement of the characters by hand?” he repeats, frowning in confusion. “And then took pictures of it?” He’s not sure he understands and it’s a little scary that they’re capable of something it seems like he’ll never get. But it’s Bee’s movie and he’s happy that she wants to share it with him, so he allows her to tug him over to the fort, both of them getting situated on the blankets. Alfie is climbing onto one of the pillows, looking particularly snug as he curls up. “Is this your favorite film?” he asks the tiny niffler conversationally, a faint smile on his lips.

Bee is setting up the movie, pushing the tape in and fast forwarding through previews. He watches her fingers on the buttons in curiosity, and looks at the way the picture on the screen seems to move faster, distorted. It’s strange, especially when she hits another button and the movie begins playing at a normal speed. “If that’s actually a spell and you’re pulling a prank on me then I’m going to pin you down and tickle you until you beg my forgiveness…” He might tickle her anyway, just because it’s cute when he does it, her adorable face lighting up and her laughter the best sound he’s ever heard.

He glances over at the collection of snacks and then eyes Alfie, wondering if he’ll try to get his paws on anything. It makes his stomach warm when he notices the cauldron cakes and thinks about the first time they met, when he bought so many for her. Finally deciding to take some of the popcorn first, he eats some of it while the movie starts. It makes him happy, having Bee beside him like this, her warmth at his side. It’s different than being at Hogwarts; as if they’re in their own little world, just the two of them, completely safe. In reality there’s nothing about his world that’s safe, especially not for her, but he pushes the thought from his mind as the movie starts.

Regulus is transfixed with the characters on the screen, stylized and strange, singing about their son’s wedding rehearsal. The color palette is dreary and grey, contradicting the fact it’s a cartoon-ish film, which piques his interest. From what he can tell, the main character is the son of a fish merchant with newly acquired wealth and is soon to be married off to the daughter of a noble to improve their family’s social status. It reminds him of his own life, making him frown for a moment as he’s deep in thought. He wonders if the main character will like his wife-to-be, or if it will be an ill-fated match like his was with Daphne.

He’s pulled from his thoughts by the soft sound of Bee singing in the most gentle voice as she recites each lyric from memory. He glances over at her, a smile tugging at his lips because he finds it cute that she knows it by heart. “So thoughtful of you to practice for when you sing me to sleep later,” he teases, reaching out to brush stray hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Please keep singing,” he murmurs in a more serious tone, knowing Bee well enough to know that she might become shy. Still sitting up, he wraps both arms around her, pulling her at the middle until she shifts between his legs, her back against his chest. His legs are on either side of hers and his arms situate around her shoulders and chest, giving her a hug.

He hums in response to her words, placing a kiss to the side of her neck. “I’m sure she’ll be as cute as you…” He can tell, just from the sparkle in her eyes that Emily is a character she looks up to in some way. He smiles as she continues on, comparing him to the other protaganist, Victor. Just after she says so, he appears on screen, getting into the carriage with his parents on the way to the wedding rehearsal. Regulus supposes he’s cute, in the way only an animated character in a gothic movie could be. It flatters him that Bee used to have a crush on him and she sees him in Regulus, almost as if Regulus could be someone who brought her that same safe feeling that she had with Victor as a child. He seems like a sweet character, shy and nervous, which makes Regulus happy that Bee could think of him the same in some way. 

He laughs a little at Victor’s mother’s line, feeling sympathy for the man and his nervousness over never having spoken to his fiance before. He remembers what it was like, being set up with Daphne. “I can see why you had a crush on him..,” he murmurs in her ear, giving her a squeeze. “Handsome and sensitive, being married off to the wrong girl? You have a type.” He can hardly be surprised when Victor begins playing the piano, Regulus smirking a little as he leans his head against hers, his chin settling into her shoulder.

[kimbap-r0ll]

I suddenly have an idea, can i have a headcanons for Jack, Idia , Leona and Riddle

with Fem reader was taken by a Corpse Groom, instead of Ghost Bride lol,

The Corpse Groom have found his true love but Fem reader doesnt want him since she's already taken.

Ps: It is inspired the movie i watched of Tim Burton's Corpse Bride.

Ooh I love Tim Burton movies, thank you for the ask! This was super fun to write, though I wish I could've done these better bc this is such a good ask. I hope you enjoy these too!

Jack, Idia, Leona, Riddle react to their s/o being taken by a corpse groom

Uh oh! Ramshackle's prefect is suddenly missing! Grim is bawling his eyes out as he runs to the prefect's s/o for help!

Turns out, it wasn't just the ghost bride people had to worry about, there's a corpse groom too!

Crowley knows that this isn't a normal task, but the event seems to be very similar. At least they know the backbone of what to do, but how to rescue you?

Jack

He's absolutely furious that someone decided to kidnap you, let alone is wanting to take you to the netherworld with them! He's basically telling himself to stay calm but he can't because he's so angry he wasn't able to protect you.

Crowley might tell him to not panic but Jack's like "I know, but I need to beat the guy up" and all haha. He's trying to be respectful but he just can't! He's seen the incident with Idia, so he has an idea of how to rescue you, but before Crowley can say more to Jack, he's out the door and going to your rescue.

By the time everyone finds you in the dining hall with the groom and you wearing a beautiful wedding dress (arguing the hell out of the guy), Jack's ready to fight. He thinks you look beautiful in the dress btw, you can even see him blushing lol.

"I'm sure she told you, sunflower's with me," Jack steps in between the two almost-got-married couple. "Nonsense, I've met the person I want to spend eternity with, I will not allow anyone to interfere!" the groom responds. Jack puts a hand on the groom's shoulder and tries to reason it out (his grip is pretty tight though, causing the groom to wince :/)

It turns out one of the maids that were part of the event liked the groom a lot, and after a kerfuffle of fists and magic between the two men (with you cheering Jack on), the maid pushed herself in between and cried for Jack to stop hurting the groom. This causes him to immediately stop and look at her in a puzzled way.

The ending is basically the same as Idia's almost-marriage, the maid and groom get married and you are left in a beautiful dress smiling at the newly weds. Jack stands awkwardly next to you, an arm around you while a blush is on his cheeks. "You came all the way here to save me, thank you. I'm so lucky to have an amazing guy like you," you smile at him while leaning your head on his chest.

Jack's tail is wagging really quickly haha. He tells you it was nothing and that he's just glad you're safe. He only wishes that he could see you in a wedding dress another time, perhaps with him as the groom in the future haha. For now, the two of you just enjoy each other's company.

Idia

Oh no. Oh no it's happening again?! Another marriage in the school? He wants to lock his door and pretend nothing's happening until he hears his door being bust down by Ortho. "THEY GOT Y/N!!" Ortho shouts, and Idia feels his heart drop even lower.

"Y-you mean y/n's kidnapped? Oh no what am I going to do?!" Idia freaks out but Ortho grabs his hand and dashes for the door, Idia still in his pjs. The two of them find you eventually but in the most beautiful wedding dress they've ever seen.

Idia wants to say that you look beautiful, but he knows now isn't the time. He sees the groom, standing close to you and he doesn't know if he should just come in or if he should wait for the right timing. He sees some of his peers already confronting the groom (Vil telling him that this isn't right and such).

Idia ends up appearing right before you are forced to kiss the groom, shouting "STOP!" and running to save you. Though some ghosts and corpses try to stop Idia, he's mad-dashing to you and he ends up taking you off of the aisle. "She didn't agree to this! How could you be so inconsiderate, you're worse than those random npcs that block the pathways to next levels!"

A fight ensues, with Idia getting help from Ortho and Grim (who appeared to your aid with Crowley and Crewel). But, just like Jack's case, a maid finds herself stopping the brawl by getting hit with one of Grim's flames. Before she's about to fade away, she confesses her love to the groom, who instead kisses her and brings her to life. "I was wrong, I think you are the one," the groom says softly to the maid. You are let go of after that and the ceremony continues with you as the ex-bride.

"Hey, who would've known the two of us would end up having the same experience," you nudge him on the shoulder. He's having a hard time looking at you and he's just blushing and stuttering. "Aw, do you like me in a bridal dress?" you give him a wink, and his hair just flames red haha.

"L-let's just go watch some anime, my social battery's dead," Idia gently takes your hand. You wave at your friends at the maid goodbye while walking with Idia back to the dorms (Ortho's going to stay behind and party for a bit longer). You change out of the dress and spend the night cuddled next to Idia, safe in his arms.

Leona

He was sleeping until Grim and Ruggie came running into his room. He growled, glaring at them and asking them why they were asking for their deaths. That was until Ruggie huffed that you were "kidnapped by a corpse and is going to get married off."

He's suddenly up from his bed and bolting to the door, the two follow behind him. He's seen Idia with the ghost bride, so he guesses you would be in a similar situation and he goes to the dining hall first, not even asking Grim or Ruggie for details. If he needs to use force to get you back, he will.

Once he gets to the dining hall, he sees some of the students frozen and a lot of ghosts. His eyes then land to the front of the hall, a groom standing next to a woman in a beautiful dress. Great Seven, his s/o was gorgeous. Leona, though blushing, quickly walked up the aisle towards the two of you.

Other ghosts tried to stop him but he used magic against them and got to you. "Hey, meat-bag, herbivore's taken, pretty bold of you to take a lion's partner," Leona puts an arm around you, glaring at the groom. "I take it that this is Leona?" the groom looks at you, then glances back at him. "Not very well-suited for such a beauty like you," he continues. Leona thinks to himself that this guy was for sure dead now.

Leona gets ready to use his unique magic (which was what Crowley feared) but before he's about to blow the groom into dust, a maid runs in and places herself between the two men. "Oi, woman, get out of the way, I'm not sending you off," Leona looks surprised by the woman's actions. "B-but I love him, he doesn't deserve this!" she protests. Oh. Oohhh this was exactly like that time Idia almost got married!

Leona ends up stopping and the maid confesses her love to the groom. That's how the situation de-escalates and everyone's happy again. You get to keep your dress, but now you're standing off of the aisle and applauding the newlyweds. You look at Leona who is crossing his arms. "Thank you for saving me, I don't know what I would do without you," you tell him.

"Heh, it was nothing, what would I be if I couldn't even come to save you?" he responds, acting like the lowkey arrogant prince he was. He wraps an arm around you and you lean into him. He really likes you in the dress, but he'll never say it out loud. You only hear this from Ruggie a few days later.

Riddle

It's like his worst nightmare. You getting in danger. He was about to sleep after studying and reading a book when Ace and Deuce came in screaming that you were about to get married off to a corpse groom. He's furious that someone kidnapped you, but also at himself for failing to keep you safe.

He asks Crowley for more details, but it seems that he doesn't care that much about losing you. Sighing, Riddle tells everyone that he'll go by himself if he needs to, but Ace and Deuce decide to join you, along with most of the first years. Riddle leads the way to the dining hall.

There, he finds the place decorated ready for a wedding ceremony. You are standing with the groom, though it looks like you're arguing with him about how you're not going to marry. Riddle smiles to himself, knowing that you were strong and that you could stand up for yourself. He also, for a moment, imagines what it would be like for him to be the groom while you wear a beautiful dress sort of like you are tonight. But before that, he readies his magic pen and approaches the groom.

"Excuse me, but who do you think you are trying to kidnap and take to the netherworld? Y/n here is with me," Riddle says calmly, though his words sound like they're laced in venom. The groom argues that you aren't with Riddle, and that you wouldn't settle for someone so "short." Oh no. You winced, readying yourself for Riddle's wrath. "...Short?" he says quietly. He feels his face go red.

A flurry of magic afterwards, a maid suddenly comes in and tackles Riddle. "W-wha?!" Riddle stops firing from his pen as the maid shouts at the groom to get to safety and to finish the ceremony, but the groom asks why she saved him. "I love you, and I want to see you happy," she responds. That was all it took for the groom to stop fighting and to change his mind.

Riddle was released from the floor and joined you in watching the ceremony continue with the groom marrying the maid instead. You looked at Riddle who was still dusting himself off. "Thank you for saving my life, Riddle," you say. "It was a bit cute to see you angry though," you giggled. Riddle jolted and looked at you with a surprised face, but he quickly turned away and coughed.

"W-well, I-I um," he stammered. You linked arms with him, kissing him on the cheek, causing him to go red even more. "Y/n," he suddenly starts. "I think you look beautiful in that dress, that's all," he says shyly. You smile warmly, glad that the two of you were together.

[allthingsfangirl101]

No Bun In The Oven–Joe Keery

Request by prettygirllllll

I held my breath as I waited the two minutes. As time ticked by, I thought of all the other tests and the disappointment that always followed.

Joe and I have been married for three years. Ever since our first wedding anniversary, we've been trying to get pregnant. And with each negative test, I felt like I was losing myself. With each negative test, I couldn't understand how Joe wasn't losing faith in me.

Over the last two years, Joe has always been positive. He's always believed that we would get pregnant and never lost hope. Whenever a test came back negative, Joe went out of his way to try and make me feel better. Sometimes he cooked us dinner. Sometimes we went for a romantic walk. Sometimes we simply sat at home and watched one of our comfort movies.

I slowly slid off the edge of the bathtub until I was sitting on the ground when I saw the negative sign. The longer I stared at it, the harder it got to hold back my sob. When the sob finally released, it came out so rough it hurt my throat.

The sob took over my body until I was laying on the cold bathroom floor. I didn't care about how pathetic this was. I was completely and overly defeated and I wanted to let it out. I don't know when I finally stopped crying, but when I did, I didn't move. I remained on the floor for a while. I heard the front door open and close, but I remained where I was.

"Y/N?" I heard Joe's voice come from downstairs. "I'm home."

I didn't have the strength to get off the bathroom floor, so I just waited for him to find me. I could hear him jogging up the stairs. I closed my eyes, silent tears streaming down my face as I heard our bedroom door open.

"Sweetheart, you in here?"

My breath got stuck in my throat when he softly knocked on the bathroom door.

"Y/N?"

"I'm here," I said weakly. I opened my eyes when the door opened.

"Y/N!" Joe gasped. He ran to my side and knelt next to me. He gently reached down and moved some hair out of my face.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

Instead of answering him, I handed him the negative pregnancy test. He looked at it before instantly looking at me. He smiled sweetly as he gently grabbed me, sat me up, and pulled me into his arms.

We leaned against our bathtub and enjoyed the silence. Joe reached up and ran his fingers through my hair.

"Don't give up," he whispered. "Someday we'll see those two pink lines. I know it."

                                * * * * *

A couple of days later, I was still deep in my depression episode. This meant I called in sick to work, stayed in my pj's, and drank more wine than I should. I looked over my shoulder as Joe walked into the house.

"Hey, gorgeous," he smiled at me as he hung his keys by the door. He kicked off his shoes before sitting next to me on the couch.

"How's my girl?" He asked as he started to rub my ankles.

"I'm in the same spot you left me five hours ago," I mumbled. "What do you think?"

Joe sighed before moving so he was laying behind me. He tightened his arm around my waist and snuggled into my neck.

"Darling," he whispered, "you can't keep beating yourself up about this. We are going to have a baby. It might take some time, but lots of couples struggle to get pregnant. We've already gone to the doctor. He says to keep trying but. . . I think we should stop."

"What?" I gasped as I quickly sat up. Joe sat up too, instantly grabbing my hands and gently holding them.

"You want to stop trying to have a baby?" I barely got that question out.

"I'm not saying we stop forever," he clarified. "I'm just saying that we take a break for a while. We're putting so much pressure on ourselves and that stress could be why we aren't getting pregnant. Taking a break can help relieve the pressure."

"So you still want to have kids?" I asked, my voice soft.

He reached up and cupped my face in his hand. He used his thumb to gently rub my cheek.

"Of course I still want to have kids," he whispered, giving me chills.

                                * * * * *

After a lot of begging for some time off, Joe and I finally got an extended weekend. We decided to go to the mountains. We were able to rent a cabin for the weekend.

We've only been up here a day and it has definitely made a difference. We slept in, ate breakfast, binged watched a show, and did absolutely nothing important.

Too soon, the weekend was over. Tomorrow morning we were going back to LA, back to our normal life.

"Can I be honest with you?" I asked him at dinner.

"Of course," Joe smiled as he reached across the table and grabbed my hand.

"I don't really want to go home," I said slowly. "It's just. . . I've been thinking and. . . I don't know why I said that. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, gorgeous," he chuckled. "I feel the same way."

"You do?" I asked as I let out a sigh of relief.

"The last four days have been amazing," he said, slightly tightening his grip on my hand. "I've loved spending every second with you, darling, but we have to go back home. We both have jobs. And we should end our vacation on a good note."

After dinner, we headed back to our cabin and watched another movie. After the movie, we slowly got ready for bed. As we were brushing our teeth, I noticed Joe kept glancing at me.

"What's with you?" I chuckled.

"Nothing," he shrugged as he tossed his floss into the trash.

"Liar," I said with a mouth full of toothpaste.

Joe sent me his overly-innocent smile before walking out of the bathroom. I quickly finished brushing my teeth and joined Joe in bed. He was flipping through channels as I climbed into bed next to him.

"Find anything?" I asked.

"We could watch reruns of Golden Girls or we've only missed the first ten minutes of Clue."

We looked at each other and Joe smirked as he turned the tv off. He tossed the remote onto the bedside table and relaxed more into bed. He grabbed my waist and pulled me toward him.

"You know," I sighed as I snuggled into him, "I'm not super tired. Then again, we took like three naps today."

I gasped when Joe rolled us over so he was hovering on top of me. I smiled as I reached up and slid my hands up his chest until wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I can think of something we can do until we're tired."

                                * * * * *

A couple of days after we got home, I had a horrible feeling. I woke up with an overwhelming feeling of nausea. I bolted out of bed and ran into the bathroom.

"Y/N?" Joe called out. "Are you alright?"

As he asked that question, I fell to my knees in front of the toilet. As I emptied my stomach, Joe ran into the bathroom and knelt next to me. He instantly grabbed my hair, pulling it out of my face.

"What do you need, darling?" He asked softly.

When I was able to catch my breath, I slowly sat back. I looked over at him and we slowly widened our eyes. Without breaking our eye contact, Joe reached behind him and grabbed one of our hand towels. He reached forward and wiped my mouth for me.

"I could run to the pharmacy and get you saltines and soda water," he said gently. "And a pregnancy test."

                                * * * * *

We sat on the edge of our bathtub like every time before. Joe held my right hand while I held the test in my left hand. But this time as we waited for the results, things felt different.

When the timer on Joe's phone went off, we looked at each other. We sent each other reassuring smiles before looking down at the test. I started to cry when I saw the results, but not for the same reason.

We let out relieved and happy laughs as I dropped the test and wrapped my arms around my husband. He instantly wrapped his arms around me. I felt him lean down and kiss my forehead.

"I told you, beautiful," Joe whispered as he tightened his arms around me. "I told you we'd have a baby someday."

[soupandsimple]

Oooo….dad!James I think! (this)

* James brushing down baby boys hair (who by the way is in a little tux)

^ I’m going to use the scenario of them going to an event (relatives wedding?)

* see ask here

………….

- Remus seems like someone who despite how fancy an occasion might be, he’s all about having his baby in comfort! Of course a nice little baby cardigan and maybe a little bow tie to show it’s an event but all articles of clothing are SOFT SOFT SOFT so baby is comfy!

- Sirius would just take his baby in casual everyday clothes, possibly even pj’s! Although his child is only a baby, Sirius has always known that he would let his kids grow up wearing what they wanted because it was something he never had the chance to do (and according to Sirius, what baby wouldn’t want to wear pajamas to a ‘boring wedding’ given the choice lol)

Now James….full on tux for his baby! Can you blame him? James grew up with etiquette and the best of the best of everything….it’s a fancy event so of course his baby has to show out!

Coming out of your room from getting ready for the wedding, you find James sitting with 2 month old baby boy on the couch- both in matching tuxes.

“Oh my boys look wonderful” you say happily coming over to them.

James turns back and slowly looks at you from head to toes, “Well, well, well isn’t mummy a vision” he says looking back at baby boy as if he was expecting him to somehow show he agreed, which surprisingly baby boy seemingly does by flapping his little arms and gurgling.

You blush, bend down to kiss James’s cheek in lieu of a thank you for the compliment and then tickle baby’s little belly “We ready?”

“Almost” James quickly answers, grabbing a brush he had next to him on the couch and gently brushing down baby boys wispy hairs with it.

One thing about your baby’s hair is that it NEVER stays down, it was definitely already known to both of you that his hair was uncontrollable like James’s but yet you both still often tried to flatten in down anyway.

About a minute passed before you intervened, “Okay I think that’s enough. We’re going to be late and that hair just isn’t ever going to come down” you laugh.

James sets down the brush and brings baby boy up close to his face and gives him a bunch of smooches. “It would have come down if she’d given us more time,” he says to his baby. “But you want to know a secret?” James continues, “your mum is sucker for unruly Potter hair” he says sending you a wink. “I only gel it down so she’ll contain her obsession with it out in public.”

“Oh shut up” you say, playfully hitting his shoulder (it was true though- running your fingers through that soft mess of hair in the morning was addicting).

James snorts at the hit and stands up with his son in arms. Seeing them in full view now was such a tug at your heart…what handsome men you had indeed.

With heart eyes you make grabby hands for your baby and James carefully exchanges him to you. “All the women are just going to eat you up little man” you say, lightly pinching one of your sons tiny cheeks.

You follow James to the door where he grabs the keys to the car and you playfully slap one of his buttocks, “You too daddy. Going to have a busy night keeping an eye out on both my boys tonight.”

“It won’t be that hard of a job” James says with a sweet kiss to your lips, “because your boys aren’t leaving their pretty wedding dates’ side all night.” <3

[hournites]

The Baked and Delirious

Married Hournite fluff 

Rick was so exhausted after the trip home from the hospital. He helped Beth peel off the old clothes to change into her PJs, settled her against her mountain of blankets and pillows, and laid out all her meds for the night before face-planting into bed beside her. His dreams were dark. Creeping up on him to play like haunted memories. Some sick voice in his brain twisting what ifs; What if they abducted Dr. Mid-Nite last night? What if she broke more than her collarbone and arm? What if you weren’t there for Beth when she needed you? What if you lost her?

She was crying and upset and Rick’s heart ripped in half over the fact the Hourglass barely bruised him, but her arm hung in all the wrong angles after that fight. Rick awoke from the dream with his heart thudding, mind down deep in the trenches of the nightmare. He moved his hand over her sleeping form under the blankets beside him. It grounded Rick back to reality. His wife was here. She was with him. They were safe, she was just crying.

Beth was crying?

“Hey, hey,” his voice thick with sleep and laced with concern at her sad sniffles in the dark. “Are you in pain?”

Rick fumbled across the bed for her bedside lamp. Beth was propped up against the pillow, her new cast pasty white in her sling. The orange light highlighted the tear-stained rivers on her face. He brushed a few that dribbled down her cheek. The doctors said she might need another dose of heavy meds to knock the pain out if it wore off in the middle of the night.

“Sweetheart, I’m here.”

Beth buried her face into his shoulder as she continued to sob. Her words muffled into his skin.

He held her close and rocked her. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” Beth’s free hand attached to the nape of his neck, digging her fingers into his hair. “I’ll get you what you need, okay?" He fumbled around for her prescription bottle on the bedside table.

“Rick,” she whined pitifully. “I want cookies.”

“...I’m sorry?” Rick wasn’t sure he heard her right. He glanced down at her. “You what?”

“I want cookies,” she cried. “We were going to make some. Before the mission.”

His brows knitted together, trying to follow along why this was her gripe after half a day in post-op. “Beth, I will make you cookies. Tomorrow.”

Her lip trembled again. “ Tomorrow?”

It was at this point Rick must come to the only rational conclusion that his wife was deliriously hopped up on morphine. He sighed, carding his hands through her braids as she clung to him, kissing goodbye any hope left for a good night’s sleep.

She rested her chin up on his chest, blinking wet eyelashes at him. Her cast rubbed uncomfortably against his skin when she asked, “Don’t you love me?”

Rick tapped on her wedding band, only seven weeks old. “I adore you, I just can’t justify baking a batch of cookies at 3 AM.”

Beth huffed. “Fine.” She pushed him away. “You go to sleep, then. Goodnight.”

Rick leaned back on his elbows to watch Beth step into slippers and struggle into her robe. “Where exactly are you going, babe?”

“I’m making myself cookies,” she grumbled. “All by myself since you won’t come with me—Don’t laugh.”

Rick failed miserably to keep a straight face. “You’re going to be making cookies at 3 AM in a sling?” Maybe if he repeated it back to her Beth would hear how ridiculous it sounded.

“Yes.”

Beth walked to their kitchen, still wiping stray tears from her eyes. She forgot her glasses, and Rick wondered if she was even with it enough to notice.

Rick left the creaking bed with a groan, following her across their house. He leaned against the doorframe of their kitchen, arms crossed with a brow raised when Beth hauled out the ingredients; flour, sugar, eggs, and chocolate chips, one by one.

“Do you need help?”

Beth glared at him. “No.” She stared at the lid firmly shut over the baking soda. “…Maybe.”

Rick chuckled, coming up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her middle, mindful of her injuries and pressed a kiss to her face. “Come back to bed.”

“No. I want cookies.”

“Beth, you’re turning loopy. It’s the drugs, sweetheart. Let’s go to sleep.”

“I am making these whether you want me to or not, Mr. Tyler.”

“Using our last name now, are we?”

She wiggled her eyebrows, leering. “Is it working?”

Working for what? Rick had to cover his mouth and fake a cough to not laugh outright in her face. “No.” He tried a new tactic. “Moon Bug, if we just put this off a few hours, I will—”

“If you’re about to say something dirty I am going to dump chocolate chips all over your head.” Beth grabbed the bag and tried to tear it with her teeth. “Just… as soon… as I get this open.”

Rick, for the record, had not been about to offer up any kind of sex but was way too endeared by her train wreck of a state to correct her. Beth gave up and wilted. “Help.”

Rick resigned to become her assistant, cracking open all lids and bags, Rick brought out a mixing bowl and measuring cups. Beth swayed on her feet.

“Alright, this is what we’re going to do.” Rick pulled out a stool from their island and helped her get settled in. “You stay here and I’ll make you the damn cookies.”

She smiled into the palm of her good hand. “Okay.”

After locating a quick and easy recipe from their bookshelf, he began dumping unceremonious cups of flour and sugar into the bowl. As he mixed together the wet ingredients, holding the bowl in one arm, he started a new conversation. “How’s the arm?”

Beth pulled a face, rearranging her position in the chair to get more comfortable. “Not great?”

He clucked his tongue as the consistency of the batter grew thicker. “Do you need more meds?”

She levelled a look with him. “More meds?”

Rick chuckled to himself. At least she was self-aware. He set down the dough and dumped the bag of chocolate chips into the mix. “If you need them, then yes.”

“I think I’m okay.”

Rick studied her. It’s not that he thought she’d lie to him more so than accidentally pick up his particularly nasty habit of being bad at accepting his limitations. He remembered how especially stupid he used to be sometimes; refusing Beth to wrap his broken ribs back in high school. He came around her side, the bowl still tucked into his arm. Rick pressed a kiss to her temple. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The recipe called for freezing it for an hour, but Rick did not have the patience or energy to wait that long. Opting to use a fifteen-minute freezer deep-freeze, those cookies were in the oven by a record time of 3:37 AM.

He plopped down beside her on the adjacent island stool, burying his head in his arms with a yawn. Beth dusted flour off his nose. “Honey?”

“Yes?” Rick asked around a yawn.

“I love you. Thank you. I know this is a little silly.”

He lifted his head from his arms, blinking through his sleepy haze at her earnest face. “I love you, silliness and all.” He smirked a bit. “But thanks for warning me in advance that your pregnancy cravings are going to be absurd.”

Beth’s brown eyes went big and round. “You want to have a baby?”

“Oh god.” Rick put his foot in his mouth. “Let’s shelve this discussion for when you’re not delirious, m’kay?”

She drooped against him, giggling into his arm. “Okay.”

Rick watched Beth actively fight getting dragged into a dream-realm. Carefully, he slid her off his shoulder to rest her head against the counter and raced to shut the timer off before it pinged and woke her back up again. Using a dishtowel, Rick checked on the cookies and blinked at the tough-as-brick clumps.

His stomach sank. Oh…fuck.

They forgot the butter.

A drugged-up Beth Chapel Tyler corralled Rick into baking cookies in the middle of the night after over 36 consecutive hours on his feet, and, naturally , he ruined them by forgetting to add butter.

There were two options here. A reasonable one and the stupid one. Rick glanced back at his wife and thought of all the things she’s ever done for him and it was suddenly so much it was overwhelming and there was no other option but to find his shoes, grab his keys, and run out the door. Stupid was his middle name there was no going back now.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Courtney snorted a laugh into her hand two days later at their JSA debrief. “You bullied some bakery to let you in at 4 AM to swap cookies?”

Rick shrugged. “She didn’t notice.”

Yolanda and Jennie were both laughing too.

“She wanted them so badly! What was I to do? Say no?”

“Yes!” Yolanda whacked him on the side of his head. “You say no!”

“She was crying, Yolanda.”

“She was crying, Yolanda.” Courtney exaggerated Rick’s voice, dropping it way too low as she imitated him. "You've got it bad, sir."

Rick gave her shoulder a light push as she teased.

“In all seriousness,” Jennie said, “if you two need anything, we’re happy to help out. We just want Beth to recover as soon as she can.”

“I take great care of her.” Rick shuffled through some of their JSA files. “And she takes great care of herself.”

The women nodded along.

“But, fine.” Rick gave in. “Next time, if I am ever as loopy as Beth was, I'll tell her she's got the permission to be waking you up for Barb's homemade cookie dough.”

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Hey, bestie, I just got my gaming pc set up and running!! What DAI mods do you recommend?

Hey!!! okay this might get long lmao fhddhu

so the mods i'll be linking are both for frosty and dai mod manager so i'll just drop this tutorial on how to use both

also keep in mind i mostly play EF and HF so a lot of these are catered towards them jfidji

gameplay stuff

increase power - so you can give yourself a lot of power in the beginning and not have to grind just to get to val royeaux

war table no waiting - the war table missions are done instantly so you can just do a bunch in one go lol

open all halla doors - you don't have to get all the halla statuettes at the winter palace so you can get the outcome you want easier

spirit blade charge removal and spirit blade nerf revert - if you play a KE and you just wanna slice through enemies w/o charging your blade

some store overhauls (so you can get crafting materials/supplies easier) - crossroads crafting supply, anhamirak's store overhaul (only use one at a time tho)

infinite fade step - fun when you're a mage lmao fnhhfu you can literally just zoom thru places

prologue supplies - gives you overpowered armor/weapons in the prologue so you can just get out of there lmfao

cosmetic mods

enhanced character creator - a MUST mod for me tbh. unlocks a lot of stuff in the cc so you can really get in there and make your character the way you want to 

modded hair in DLCs - it used to be a giant pain to figure out which hair mods will work in DLCs and now you don’t have to deal with that using this god bless

complexions i really like (read descriptions to see which slots each one takes. you can only really use one at a time in most cases): gearhog’s complexions (male and female), assorted complexions (female quizzie only), aci male complexions, stronger freckles (male and female)

HAIRS. there’s lots of lovely hairs now. these are a mix of daimod and frosty: anto hairs, misc hairs, hairstyle day, tight curls, messy hairs, side braid w bun and there’s a lot more if you just search it up!!!

some brow mods i like: eyebrows 4 men (i honestly use this on ladies too it’s good if you have female quizzies w/ thick brows), sos brows, settrah’s brows

new and improved makeup - just makes the makeup look nicer 

vivid eyes - my fave eye mod because it FINALLY lets your quizzie have brown/dark brown eyes

give dudes body hair hehe

clothing mods

starting armor replacer - you can pick what armor you wear at the beginning! 

invisible starting armor - makes you wear the skyhold PJs instead of the starting armor. really good if you have a PJ replacer that you like and would rather wear in the prologue

PJ retextures i like - blue velvet (HF), casual jammies (EF), ornate orlesian PJs (HM and DM), ra’lah PJs (EF), skyhold lace PJs (HF and EF), Libelula’s PJs (EF & HF), warm knitted jammies (all female quizzies)

PJ replacers - EF PJ replacers, Inquisitor’s Closet (EF and HF)

Formal wear replacers - so you can pick what you want to wear to the Winter Palace! You can also find the mod to use the wedding dress then here

Wedding dress retextures - SK retext and mesh (all female quizzies), prestige couture (EF and HF), silvermoon retexture (EF, DF, and HF)

Champagne and Truffles - my fave vanilla formal wear (nutcracker outfit) retexture because it makes cullen look like prince charming

NPC mods 

i personally don’t really like to tweak the companions/advisors too much so there won’t be a lot here

NPC subtle tweaks - lots of different subtle tweaks options for the companions/advisors. it also has deshine!

sera deshine - deshine for sera specifically

Origin Alistair - make ali look like how he did in DAO

Anto Hair - there are options in here to give Viv, Dorian, Josie etc different hairstyles

Cullen 4k retexture - makes cullen’s armor 4k 

Padme’s Frosty Cullen Outfit Swaps - different outfit options for cullen! i like this because i think he needs to be in comfy casualwear sometimes hfudhu

and that’s all i can think of atm fjidfij if you need help w/ anything and any other questions feel free to ask