#my mom doesn't like the taste of water so she just doesn't drink it if she can help it

[nimuetheseawitch]

So, a thing I've seen in fic recently is characters using single use water bottles all the time, and I was reminded that not everyone has a massive collection of reusable water bottles covered in stickers, so I'm curious:

I'm also curious where you're from and if this has an age component. Please reblog for sample size!

[theclassiccherry]

class 2-a misc. headcanons

hey, I'm cherry. welcome. recs are open if you're interested. much love, drink some water, and take care babe. (also, a lot of this turned into their music tastes, so??)

tw: language, but that’s expected w me

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-Todoroki and Momo are both well traveled, having been to multiple countries, and at one point or another becomes something the two share about with one another.

-Deku absolutely had a fnaf phase.

-It's canon Bakugou likes romance novels; however, sharks I present to you: Bakugou watches Bridgerton. Send tweet.

-Mina has a fake and has used it to buy alcohol; however, this doesn't work so well after the sports festival after she's disclosed as a first year.

-I saw someone posted that Bakugou is a Kendrick Lamar fan, so whoever originally posted that, full credit to you (if you know, please comment and I'll tag them) -- I'd like to add he's a Future, Metro, 21 Savage, and The Weeknd fan as well, and you bet your ass he's training to The Hills, 10 Freaky Girls, and Mask Off.

-Bakugou has a skin care routine.

-Kirishima knows 'Unwritten' by Natasha Bedingfield by heart. If it gets played, he gets into that shit.

-There's a speaker system in Gym Gamma, and everyone takes turns on aux whenever there's a class practice. Songs that get played most are as follows:

Surround Sound by JID, 21 Savage, and Baby Tate

Without Me by Eminem

Literally anything that's by Rihanna, Pitbull, Nicki Minaj, Cardi B, or Blackpink

m.A.A.d city by Kendrick Lamar

10 Freaky Girls by 21 Savage and Metro Boomin

Not Like Us by Kendrick Lamar

(idk I feel like rap goes hard when you're training to kick ass, yk)

Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi (one of kiri's favorite songs)

yk Smooth Operator by Sade too 😭

-After the drake disses, no one is allowed to play drake, it gets vetoed almost immediately. however when not like us comes on, everyone holds the 'A MINORRR' and it's fucking gold

-Bakugou, Mina, Jirou, and Kirishima are primarily in control of the music cause the class tends to like whatever they play, but if enough people yell skip, the song gets vetoed.

-Deku could roast the shit out of someone if he chose to, like if you put him in Wild'n'Out he'd gut bitches, he's just too nice and keeps his mouth shut 99.9% of the time. Considering he knows so much about people, their habits, and quirks, he's also unintentionally got dirt on people. All of saying is, Deku could 1000% pull a Kendrick Lamar and end someone's career if he just decided to.

-Inko Midoriya brings food over to the class dorms for those who choose to remain in the dorms. She's the emergency contact for like, half of the class, and is essentially everyone's mom. If something's wrong, Momma Midoriya is already in the mom van and on the way.

-Mitsuki is a wine mom. Tell me I'm wrong. I'll wait.

-Kirishima has like, 50 flavors of protein powder. it's all stacked neatly on a shelf in his dorm.

-Kaminari has been banned from the kitchen, he's too much of a liability once he starts 'cooking'.

-Sato keeps a cookie jar, and bakes fresh cookies every couple days - it lives in the kitchen off to the side. He's also just really laid back, and if you're on your cycle and have a specific pastry you're craving, if you ask, he'll make it for you fresh if he has the time.

-Kirishima is a hugger and if you've had a bad day, and need a hug, just hug him. He'll sit there and hold you as long as you need, stating it's, "manly to hug it out!"

-Deku also gives amazing hugs, but is too shy to do so with people he's not close with.

-Mina and Hagakure host dance parties every Friday night for the girlies. No boys are allowed, but Aoyama is invited because he's fabulous.

-Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero play Fortnite and COD together. Kirishima called them the 'Baku-squad' once and that's when that term was first coined by the group (in my headcanons). Bakugou secretly likes that it's named after him.

-Deku, Tsu, Uraraka, Todoroki and Ilda have a Minecraft server together. Deku built a massive All Might and proceeded to live in it, Tsu has a hut by the mangroves, Uraraka lives in the cherry biome, and then Todoroki and Ilda have this really organized massive house in a spruce forrest. When everyone saw it for the first time, they all went, "holy shit...". Lest to say it soon becomes the HQ of the server when they suit up for the ender dragon fight.

-Speaking of Minecraft, Deku builds the most elaborate red stone you've ever seen, but cannot explain how and what he built to save his life. He also owns all of the Minecraft books that came out in like, 2016.

-Aizawa lives on Melatonin gummies, black coffee, and shear force of will. I also feel like at one point in his early 20s he smoked cigarettes then quit.

-Sero's hammock is something he keeps as a privilege after Bakugou broke it.

-Bakugou just happens to 'make too much' food and happens to make sure his friends have eaten properly.

-Present Mic is a die hard Mitsuki fan.

-Aizawa genuinely loves his students and does little things for them. Like at graduation, there's a small note from him to each student in their diplomas for them to find later. It's personalized for each of them, but he gives his personal contact to all in case they ever need anything (he would drop everything and help but he won't say that out loud).

-If Bakugou or Midoriya ever got ahold of Thor's hammer, they'd both be worthy. Bakugou more-so at the end of the series than the beginning. Kirishima could also lift it depending on the situation.

-Mineta's been sent to detention multiple times for looking up things he should NOT be googling on the school WiFi. Aizawa is really sick of his shit, he refuses to even look at the links anymore cause it's bad, and so he just lectures him like a hopeless parent and then gives the Chromebook back lmao

-Aizawa uses his body wash as face wash and has flawless skin.

-If Denki was a vine, he’d be the *calling roll call* “Uh, Shithead?” “It’s pronounced shi-thead”

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[gingiesworld]

Unexpected Visits (Kinktober)

Step Sister Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: smut. Stepcest. Amab! Reader

Taglist: @bababaka @natashaswife4125 @natashamaximoff-69 @wizardofstories

18+ MINORS DNI

Since Y/N had moved to the city after graduating college, leaving their father, step mom and the twins. It was always something they had dreamed of doing, even if the only job they had was at one of the local clubs, working well into the early hours of the morning.

It was almost 5am when they reached their doorstep to find a sleeping Wanda sat outside their apartment door.

"Wanda?" They nudged her awake as she looked around before taking Y/N's hand which they held out for her to take. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to come and visit you." She told them with a bright smile as she followed them inside their apartment. "I miss you at home and well, Pietro is becoming so fucking unbareable right now." Y/N smiled as they listened to her rant about being stuck in Weatview. "And I wanted to see what it is like living out here."

"Well, the job pays just enough to get by and make rent." Y/N told her as they handed her a coffee.

"What about college? Surely you've thought about going to college?" She asked as they shook their head no.

"I like my life." They told her honestly. "I know it doesn't seem like it but living pay check to pay check is, well I enjoy it." They led her to the sofa. "I love my job."

"Even though you just got home?" She questioned as they nodded.

"There is just something about being awake while the city goes to sleep. It's refreshing even." Y/N confessed. "I have the night off tonight and I am going to show you what I mean."

And that is what they had done, only drinking so much as they wanted to be sober as the be Wanda's protector while she was in the city. Watching as Wanda walked through the empty streets early in the morning, she smiled at them as they approached her. Wrapping their hoodie around her as she only had a vest on.

"I see it." She whispered in the space between them. "The peace and tranquillity of it. Watching the sunrise. It's all so amazing."

"I told you." They smiled as her eyes flickered to their lips before gazing back in their eyes. "It's almost magical."

"It is." With that, Wanda closed the gap. Unknownst to what had driven her to kiss them, but Y/N never pushed her away either. Once Wanda had pulled away, she walked ahead in silence as Y/N's mind kept replaying the kiss they had just shared. Even watching as Wanda disappeared into the bathroom only to be followed by Y/N.

Y/N wanted to talk about why she kissed them, but once they turned her around to face them, they couldn't hold back. They kissed her roughly as their tongue invaded her mouth, Wanda wrapping her arms around their neck as their hoodie hung off of her shoulders. Y/N pushed her inside the shower against the shower. The two soon laughed as the water came on and drenched the two before Y/N cupped her face, getting lost within another kiss.

The clothes soon being thrown onto the bathroom floor as Y/N kissed down Wanda's body. Taking her nipple in their mouth as she moaned lewdly as they massaged the other. Soon kissing down her stomach until they lifted her leg over their shoulder. Keeping eye contact as they dove in and sucked on her clit. Wanda's moans filled the bathroom as Y/N tried to take everything they could from her. Becoming addicted to how Wanda tasted.

"I'm going." Wanda moaned loudly before she came with a scream. Y/N helped her keep her balance as she calmed down. Smirking as they watched Wanda's eyes open.

"I think I am now addicted to you Wanda." They told her before kissing her roughly, making her moan before they turned her around roughly. Biting the skin on her neck as they kicked her legs apart before inserting their length inside of her. The two moaned at the feeling as Y/N gripped her hips harshly. Loving having Wanda wrapped around them as they started to thrust slowly. The two of them a moaning mess as Y/N started to slap Wanda's ass with their hand.

"Fuck." Wanda moaned at the pain as Y/N continued to spank her as they fucked her mercilessly.

"You're mine now." They bit her earlobe as they went harder. Her ass was red with the continuous smacking as her cheek was starting to go numb with the pressure of the tiles beneath her cheek. "I bet you would look so fine with my babies growing inside of you." All Wanda could do was moan at their words.

"Please." She whispered as Y/N waited for her to continue her pleas. "Please make me your baby mama."

"You will be." They told her as they twitched inside her, groaning when she clenched around them as she came with another scream of their name. Soon Y/N came deep inside of her, holding her hips against them as they filled her up. The two were a panting mess once they had finished before actually showering.

"Do you think our parents will be ok? With us?" Wanda asked innocently as she lay on Y/N's bare chest.

"I don't know." Y/N answered her honestly. "But I don't really care because this is something I have always wanted even before they were engaged." Wanda smiled as she pressed a kiss to their chest before closing her eyes and allowing sleep to take over.

[spidybaby]

🎶HI! IT'S ME, I'M THE PROBLEM, IT'S ME!🎶

Adivina... I'm sick🤧 and if it's possible, I would like to request some fluffy Pepi taking care of his sick girlfriend, please😭 Idk, maybe he trying to cook for her? Calling readers mom or his (or both mothers) to see what can he do?, dancing randomly to cheer her up a bit 'cus reader hates getting sick?😭 please and thank you in advance! TAKE CARE!🌻✨

"Okay, that doesn't sound like a normal cough."

You turn to him. A cup of hot tea in one of his hands and a bottle of water in the other.

You wanted to answer, but a wave of new coughs interrupted you.

"Yeah, no." He left the thing in your nightstand. "You go back to bed, call in sick, and I'm getting you some medicine from the store."

"But I have paperwork." You say, voice almost gone from the sickness. "And I have this project."

He shakes his head no, grabbing you by the shoulders and walking you to your bed. He helps with your shoes and makes sure you're tugged comfortably in bed.

"Please hear me." He kisses the top of your head, passing you the tea. "I'm going to the pharmacy. Please drink this, and I'll be back, amor."

He left your apartment to go get you some medicine, some snacks, and something to make a soup.

He knew an amazing place to get you some chicken soup for you to feel better, but he prefers to cook it himself.

Every time he's sick, you cook something for him. Sometimes some nice breakfast, sometimes a nice soup.

That's something that makes him feel better, your love and care for him. So he wants to do the same for you. To make you feel what you make him feel.

He picked up regular and normal medicine, some headache pills, vitamins in gummy form, some sweets, and some hydrating drinks.

He then drives to the grocery store. He knew he needed some vegetables, chicken, and maybe some other things, but he didn't know how much of everything or if he needed something to season or something to make it taste homemade.

The phone rings three times before your mom answered.

"Hola cariño, como estas?" (Hey honey, how are you?)

"Hola, sorry to bother you. I just need some help with something."

"You never bother me, tell me how can I help you."

He explained what he wanted to prepare for you, and how lost he was in ehat to get.

"You're such a sweetheart, I'll help you. First, you're getting chicken breasts, maybe three potatoes, corn, two carrots, celery."

She gave him a list of what to get and how much, some seasoning brand names. Instructing him on how to add it and how to season it.

"Gracias, you're a life saver." He smiles to himself, the shopping car full with things for the soup.

"I should be the one thanking you. You take care of my baby when I'm not able to. And I'm grateful for that Pedri"

"I love her. You don't need to thank me for it." He says honest about his feelings. "I have to go, so I get to her place soon and I can feed her this for lunch."

"Bye sweetheart, take care and don't get sick."

He pays for everything, getting you your favorite hot drink from your favorite coffee shop.

When he gets back to your place, the first thing he does is go back to your room to check on you.

"Hi." You say, voice more gone than before. "I missed you."

He gives you your drink, kissing the top of your head. "Why don't you try to sleep, amor?"

He runs back to the kitchen, getting the pills. He makes you take the medicine so you can rest better.

"Thank you, I'll ask you to lay down with me, but you're not getting sick." You laugh.

"I'll be here when you wake up."

"Love you." You send him a kiss which he catches and dramatically place his hand onto his heart. This action makes you laugh again.

He goes back to the kitchen, organizing everything in the order your mother gave him. But he keeps forgetting the instructions, not wanting to mess up everything he picks the phone and calls someone who knows about soups and cooking.

"Mami"

"Hola, mi niño."

He knew his mother was an expert in cooking, having a Tasca of her own. She definitely knows what she's doing.

After the explanation of what he's trying to do, what he bought and the steps your mom gave him.

Rosy gave him a bit of a different instruction, the ingredients being the same, but the preparation changing a little bit.

"I can't help but laugh at you Pedri, you don't even cook for yourself, but you're cooking for your girlfriend."

"Love does magic mother." He jokes, can't helping the blush that creeps his cheeks.

"I wonder if your mother gets sick, will you make her some soup?" His father asks

"That would be on you to make her a soup, don't you think?"

"Got me there, niño." They all laugh.

He FaceTime with his parents till the soup is about to boil.

"Bueno, I have to let this sit for a while, I'm going to go check on her and bring her down to eat."

"That's okay, take good care of her and the good man we taught you to be."

"Adiós, Pedri." His father waves at the screen.

He hung up, connecting his phone to the charger. The soup boils for a few minutes more. Adding the last bits of salt to his taste and ready!

He plates the soup, letting it sit out so it wasn't too hot for you.

When he walks into the room, you're sleeping with the tv on. He noticed the way your cheeks were red, pressing his hand on your cheek he feels that you might have a little fever.

"Mi amor, wake up princesa. I made some lunch for you."

You softly humm a no, making him feel bad for waking you up.

"C'mon, princesa, you need some food and medicine." He caresses your cheek. The warmth feeling of your cheeks makes him worry.

"Five minutes more." You hug his body, his hands on your hair massaging your scalp.

"You have to eat."

"I'm sleepy."

"I know, a little bit of food, and you can go back to sleep, amor."

You nod, taking a good minute to sit on the bed. He grabs your water next to the bed and another pill for the fever.

You make a face at the taste of the pill. Feeling the sour aftertaste of medicine makes your stomach turn. You gag a few times, pushing him lightly and running to the bathroom.

Pedri follows you, picking you hair that was a mess due to the sleep. Making it less messy for you.

He pats your back. Once you're done, he helps you get up.

"I hate this." You cry as you brush your teeth. "I don't like feeling like this."

"It's okay, hermosa. It's just a cold."

"I don't like it."

You hug him, holding him tight like a teddy bear. The way to the kitchen feels long for you.

You can't smell that much, but when the tasty smell of soup hits your nose, you focus on the kitchen.

A plate of soup is sitting there waiting for you. "You make soup?"

"I hope it's good, your mom and my mom helped."

"That's super sweet, if I could I would kiss you."

"Here." He kisses your shoulder. "Now eat, my love."

You ask him to tell you about the game that's taking place tonight. He was still I recovery and not allowed to play, so he was going to support his friends.

You feel so much better with the food and love he's showing you.

"I love you so much." You say, feeling like crying due to the sweet actions. "You're the best."

"Don't thank me, I'm here for you in sickness and in health."

"We're not married." You say, knowing that what they say when you get married.

"Yet, amor."

You scrunch your nose and eat the rest of your food. Feeling lucky to have someone to care for you in this hard time.

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A/N: I'm sick too, so the timing is perfect 😭🤭

[rustboxstarr]

🗡"Seeking attention like some common whore"🗡

Summary: Eddie doesn't think before he talks when he's pissed, he regrets that now when he has to explain to his daughter why her mom can't wear whatever she wants.

Pairings: Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, some fighting, Eddie being a dick, Eddie and R being a healthy couple and talking about their problems lol

Wordcount: 2.6 k

A/N: I found this in my docs and thought why not post it? Idk where the idea for this came from but I guess its mildly funny 🤷‍♀️

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You woke up in a sour mood on Saturday, head pounding and your mouth extremely dry, a bitter taste resting on your gums. Your week had been long and challenging, you hadn’t even been that keen on going out partying Friday evening but Cindy, your closest colleague had psyched you up and made you feel excited about the whole thing, you even enjoyed yourself, had quite a few drinks, lots of laughs, some stumbling around with some other girls from the office as you made your way out and a permanent sloppy grin painted your features as you got out the cab and stepped through the door to your small house where so much love had been shared you were comfortable calling it a home. That grin was wiped clean off the moment you stepped through the door. 

A hangover was beating down on you, made even worse when you woke up with no long muscly arms wrapped around you, or any limbs even touching you for that matter. You craned your neck from your position lying on your side to see Eddies back to you, shallow even breaths making his torso expand evenly. It felt melancholy, not waking up with a comforting warmth wrapped around you, and you almost let that feeling overtake you before you rolled your eyes as you remembered what had actually gone down the night before, the reason for why there would be no awaiting tylenol and water on your bedside table and no lazy saturday morning cuddles before Ophelia woke up. 

You dragged yourself out of bed, the weight on your feet feeling undeniably heavy and sagging as your post drunk state hit you like a slap in the face when your head leveled upright. Taking a deep breath you decided to go downstairs and get yourself some pain killers, a very large glass of water or two and a strong cup of coffee. 

Rubbing your eyes of sleep you sipped your coffee at the kitchen table, sunk into the wooden chair, much too hard for any slouching to be at all comfortable. Footsteps pattered against the wooden stairs alerting you that someone was coming to join you, much to your dismay it wasn't a light pitter patter of tiny feet but heavy steps of a tired grown man probably equally as sour as you. The thuds alerting his presence caused you to quickly adjust your worn cotton nightgown, pulling the hem up comfortably to cover any awkward cleavage. 

You didn't even look his way as you heard the same footsteps enter the sage green and powder blue kitchen, you made no effort to stand up and greet him in any way instead you just sipped your coffee and looked out of the window. Your husband’s and your own car parked in the driveway in front of the empty quiet street of the suburbs. Green grass damp with the morning dew brightening up the dark hours of the early winter morning, a colorful painted mailbox even more a stark contrast to the blacks and deep blues that painted the sky. 

Eddie poured himself a cup of coffee and folded himself into the opposite chair, a low groan slipping past his lips at the action. All you did was glance over to him, at the interruption, but Eddie's eyes were fixed on the maple of the table as his hands wrapped around the dark Star Wars mug, the same one he drank his coffee in every morning, just like you with your Zelda mug. Before you flicked your eyes back to the view of the street through the window you noticed Eddie was shirtless, pale skin dampened in the lack of light shining at him, torso littered with tattoos, snaking up his arms and chest, down to his hips. He too hadn’t bothered to change into day clothes yet.

The silence loomed over the small open kitchen as you both sipped your coffee in quiet, you refusing to meet his gaze as Eddie chanced glances at you, trying to gather what mood you were in and by extension how the rest of the day would look like. All he could understand was that you were nowhere near happy and that meant that his day would probably be even longer than the workweek had been. 

He cleared his throat in an attempt to get you to look at him but you blatantly ignored him and continued staring out the window. Just as he was about to try again the familiar noise of tiny feet tread the steps down the stairs that he had taken not long ago. In an instant both of your heads turned in the direction of the hall awaiting Ophelia, eyes fixed on the corner before a head of messy brown curls appeared. 

In her blue whale pajamas, clutching her favorite teddy bear, Mr Burr as she so pleasantly called him. Rugged white fabric, fluff lost with the amount of love it had been given the past four and a half years and stuffing unevenly placed in the head and body, leaving a thin long neck on the seal in its rightful position of Ophi’s elbow. 

“Hia baby” had it been any other day your voice would be alot more chipper, but today, you couldn't muster up the strength, your tone was flat and croaky, clear evidence of the night before. Eddie winced behind you as he heard it, you were probably not feeling very well and he couldn't help but feel the slight guilt that part of it was his fault with the fighting yesterday, but also not being there to dote on you the morning after you had been out drinking. 

“Hi” Ophis' voice was near a whisper, still tired and not fully awake, she walked over to you, holding her hands out expectantly. You groaned as your weak muscles worked to pick your daughter up and sit her in your lap, that too made Eddie wince, guilt bubbling up even more than it already had. “Sleep ok?” he leaned over the table to let her slide her small hand into his big palm “No it was too loud” she complained as she let her dad wrap his fingers around her wrist. “Oh I’m sorry baby, were mommy and daddy talking too loud? you should have come in and told us” you hugged her to you as you felt bad about keeping your daughter up. “Probably would have helped me get to bed faster than staying up till 4 am” you mumbled, too groggy and hoarse for Ophi to understand what you were saying. Eddie let go of his daughter's hand with an eye roll, occupying himself with a large gulp of bitter coffee instead. 

“Why were you and daddy fighting?” Ophelia turned to you as she nuzzled her head to your collarbone “Me and daddy just had a little argument” you explained as a hand instinctively went to comfort her, smoothing down her hair atop her head. “What was it about?” she pressed as Eddie stood up from his seat to prepare a bowl of cereal for her and later on, her sister. 

You looked over at him and decided, you may as well just tell her “Hmm well you know when Daddy says you can’t wear some things?” looking down at her. “Oh great turn our daughter against me” Eddie grumbled as he poured milk into a pink plastic bowl, you scowled at him as the little girl spoke “Yeah, I don't like that, he tells Woxy too” she frowned up at you, it was difficult to take her seriously as she tried to pronounce her sister Roxette’s nickname. “Yeah well daddy does that with me too” you explained in a soft tone, despite the fact that you were actually really annoyed at the fact. “Why? Daddy says it's because I'm just little but you’re old” you chuckled, not catching the way Eddie's lips tugged up at the corners. “Yeah, I’m old” 

Eddie sat back down before placing the bowl and a small spoon in front of Ophelia's usual place at the kitchen table, signaling for you to let her down so she could eat. Ophelia crawled down and then up again to sit with her knees digging into the specially placed cushion on her chair. 

“Daddy” she looked up after a few mouthfuls “Hm?” he turned to give her his full attention “Why can't mommy wear what she wants? She’s not little, she's a woman” Ophelia asked confused. The gears were visibly turning in Eddie's brain as he thought over how best to explain it, he couldn't exactly tell his almost 5 year old daughter that her mom couldn’t waltz around in skirts that he barely considered an actual article of clothing and tops that reveal the things that are only for his eyes to see. “Um… well” he was fighting for words. “Because sometimes Daddy forgets that I’m not little like you” you interrupted, booping Ophelia's nose to earn a light giggle “So he forgets that it's not okay for him to tell me how to dress” even though your voice is soft you shoot Eddie a hard glare giving him insight into how you were actually feeling about him at the moment. 

Eddie rolled his eyes again and sat back in his chair, bringing the black ceramic up to his lips. “But listen Ophi, ok this is very important” you lent forward to catch her eye “When you become a big girl and same goes for your sister, if someone other than me or your daddy ever tells you what you can and can't do you have to come to us, and tell us ok?” Ophelia nodded in understanding “Especially if it's a boy ok? Because it's very important that you remember that you are your own person, and that no one can tell you how to dress ok?” Ophelia nodded again “You gonna come tell us if that happens?” “Yeah” Ophelia nodded happily as you sat back to mimic Eddie and bring your own coffee cup up to your lips and your eldest began her meal again. 

You recognised Eddie's face as he stared unfocused behind you, he was clearly mulling something over by the looks of it arguing with himself in his mind. Under any other circumstances you would ask him “Penny for your thought princess?” in some corny southern british accent, but today you simply didn't want to know. 

Ophelia seemed not to notice the tension between her two parents as she told you both about a strange dream she had where Eddie’s guitar had turned into an airplane and she had flown off with her friend Louise Harrington in it, both you and Eddie humoring her as she spoke with mouthfuls of cheerios. Soon enough she was situated under a blanket with various stuffed animals and a bottle of water on the couch to watch her morning cartoons next to three year old little Roxette who munched on some cut up slices of toast by Eddie and sat watching intently as bright colors lit up the screen. 

As Eddie got Ophelia and Roxette settled you pulled yourself upstairs with the intent of a shower and a fresh change of clothes, but decided to belly flop head first into the soft pillows of your bed, almost dozing off as the door next to your right opened. You didn't bother looking up as you heard Eddie close the door carefully and tiptoed around the bed to his own side, under the impression that you had passed out but was instantly startled as you awkwardly turned your head to press your cheek into the pillows, facing Eddie as he was about to climb back into bed himself. 

Your voice was muffled against the pillow as you spoke, “Come to shout about what a massive slut I am again?” Eddie cringed as he heard you, he took a deep breath before sitting down next to you, his back to the headboard. “No..” he sighed “You sure? Or would you maybe prefer attention seeking.. whore? Was it? No no wait, seeking attention like some common whore, that's what it was” Eddie shrunk in on himself as you repeated the words he had shouted at you in fury the night before, you knew Eddie would come around, you knew he would apologize, but this particular time you felt he had really crossed a line so you had no problem sprinkling some salt in his wounds. 

“Baby.. I’m sorry” he whispered as he leaned over to place a hand on your back and rub it up and down. “Mmmm” you sarcastically hummed “I-I really shouldn't have said that, I was being an absolute dick” at that you hummed in agreement, face still half smushed into the pillows as you looked up at him. “I just, you know how I feel about Billy.. I already don't want him around you, and when I saw you come home like that I just knew he was probably lapping it up” a roll of your eyes “But I took my anger out on the wrong person, I’m really sorry” Eddie moved down the bed to lie on his side as his hand continued rubbing up and down your back. 

“Mhm and?” you looked at him as his face was now level with yours “And..” he breathed fighting a roll of his eyes, he knew what you were doing “I just thought about you know if Ophelia or Roxette ever comes home with a boyfriend” “mhm” you coaxed him on “I wouldn't be that happy to know he was telling them what to wear” you broke out into a wide smug grin, even though there were a few more things to unpack about yesterday, an apology was all you needed for the moment. 

“Yup” you popped the ‘p’ even more smug, this time Eddie did actually roll his eyes but a playful grin tugged at his lips. “But” Eddie’s face suddenly went serious “I would… appreciate if maybe you don't wear those kinds of outfits around, at least Billy in the future” he was feeling sheepish at his request. “In my defense” you pushed yourself up to lay your head on your crossed forearms “I didn’t actually know Billy was gonna be there” you grinned “also if I knew that, do you seriously think I would have worn that?” Eddie chuckled “Yeah ok no, that's true” another smug hum of approval. “Mmmm but why you gotta wear that stuff anyway” he started of with a hint of a whine “Who you tryna impress when you have a big hunky husband with the biggest dick you've ever set your eyes on” a loud snort rang through the room as you turned to lie on your side, letting Eddie scoot closer and wrap his arms around you. 

“Maybe I’m tryna impress my boss, ya know get myself a sweet promotion, or maybe that so called big dick you pride yourself just isn't cutting it anymore” you nuzzled your face into his bare chest as it vibrated with laughter “Well first of all you are the boss, hate to break it to ya butchya’ can’t really get promoted babe, second whatchu’ talkin’ ‘bout woman, just last morning you were drooling over it” you rolled your eyes as a big amused smile spread across your face. 

“Well now you're just lying, I was not drooling” 

“Oh Eddie! Oh Eddie god! Oh my god! AAUUH Ugh! Your cock is so big oh my goood! Fuck Eddie yes! Yes! YEEES!” Eddie's voice turned into an awfully high pitched imitation of a girl's voice as he whispered as to not let the girls hear, whole body shaking with you in his grasp to get his point across further. 

“Oh my god shut up!” you clasped a hand around his mouth which Eddie easily pulled away to kiss at your knuckles “I’m getting a divorce” you giggle as you cozy up to Eddie.

[ninyard]

Okay I NEED some Allison headcannons

Here’s some ideas if you need any lol:

Like how does she help Neil feel more “normal” after everything that happened? I feel like Matt, Dan, and Renee would probably walk on eggshells around him for a while, even after Nathan dies and the championship game and everything, cause now the adrenalines over and now they have to deal with the aftermath. I feel like Allison would just treat him normally. Not unkindly, but give him a sense of normalcy, yk?

favorite ice cream flavor

How does she react to Seth’s death post-aftg? How do the rest of the Foxes help her process her grief about Seth? Cause from Seth’s death to the last championship game is about 8 months, and death (especially of someone you love) doesn’t just go away like that fast ofc

Favorite brands? (She definitely owns AT LEAST once juicy couture set)

Music taste?

How do you think her relationship is with the other foxes? What are some things that she talks about and does with one person, but might not do with another?

How motherly she is with Neil. Seriously we all know she dragged this boy by the ear to the mall so she can buy him some real clothes.

Some chaotic Allison cause this bitch (affectionate) definitely has done some crazy, weird shit

Girls night with The Girls!! (And Neil, he’s an honorary member)

her friendship with Andrew (srsly i so hc them being friends..they’re both judgy rude bitches (in a good way) so there’s no way they’re not like..secretly watching shitty reality tv together)

Sorry about how long this is! Make sure to go eat and drink some water Nin :)

-💜💜✨

YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME bc now i just. want to write about them all so

I feel like Allison wouldn't tiptoe around the things Neil's been through or done. She's been straight up with him before about all of his lies and how she doesn't/didn't trust him, so I think if there's something on people's minds, she's not going to step around it or avoid the elephant in the room. If she's pissed, she'll tell him. If she doesn't understand something, she'll say it. But I think Neil would appreciate that more than knowing people are talking about him but won't just come up and ask him something themselves. It'd feel more normal if she addressed it, rather than just leaving a tension in the air/nobody feeling like they can joke about it or anything with him.

Some sort of sorbet. She used to say something like lemon, but truth be told her favourite is raspberry.

God, grief works weird. I think she cried. A lot. I think she spoke to Bee about him a lot, and I think every time she heard his name or saw his picture it was like she was finding out he was dead all over again. I think it was really, really hard for her. As much as they fought, as much as they broke up and got back together again, he was her rock. He was all she had, he knew her. She doesn't really have family to rely on, she can't call her mom or dad up to be like "My boyfriend died and it's destroying me". I think it was a very lonely time for her no matter how much the team insisted they were there for her. (I would worry about her recovery in the immediate aftermath of his death - I like to think that Abby was really looking after her for those first few weeks to keep her on track and make sure she was being safe and kind to herself)

Youre SO right with the juicy couture. That's just such a given when it comes to this series. Maybe she wore Abercrombie and Fitch too but i don't really know any other brands from 2006 oops

She's a bubblegum pop girly i think. Probably fucked with Avril Lavigne and Rihanna at the time. In my head she's a girls girl so Kylie, Britney, Fergie, P!nk and Beyonce. All the ladies like that.

I've mentioned my thoughts on her and Kevin before and how their relationship as friends develops post-TKM but as for the others. I think Dan, Matt and Nicky are the ones she's closest with, but the first one she'll call for advice is Renee. I feel like Nicky is literally like her gay best friend and they're ALWAYS arm-in-arm. If she needs someone to go shopping with it's always him. They're always bitching and gossiping. Her and Aaron aren't very close, especially considering the choking incident, but I feel like they still appreciate each other on the court and still with hug and congratulate each other when they do well. I don't know about her and Andrew either. That's a tricky one, also considering the choking thing, but I know she's also not afraid of him, either. She sees what he did for her after Seth's death, and so that have a sort of mutual respect, but I don't think they're exactly friends. I feel like her and Neil would be pretty good friends, but aren't exactly going out of their way to hang out with each other.

I LOVE how much she cares about Neil. I think he's cute to her. I think she literally wants to pinch his cheeks and cuddle him even though she knows everything about his past and what he is capable of. He has that Wesninski smile and she's like AWWWW

Like. Listen. I do feel like Allison can be NUTS. I feel like if she didn't restrain herself she's the kind of girl to key someones car for cheating on her or pop someones tyres because they catcalled her. She'd fight anyone on a night out to stick up for her friends, even if she's just about blackout drunk, she's ready to fight. I feel like she's had one of those movie moments on the court where she screams. Like you know what kind of scream I'm talking about. One of those movie girl screams. She can be a total cunt if she wants to be. But most of the time she doesn't

okay i want to write more about the last two but im trying so hard rn to clear my inbox and drafts because i feel like so many ppl think i'm ignoring them so i will leave you with these few thoughts on Allison <3

[horrorcore2002]

BAKUGOU HEADCANONS

_*_ DISCLAIMER! The following content mentions: Fem reader, black/brown reader, chubby reader, cussing, and this shit is everywhere, mostly abt food and his taste for it Bakugou headcanons

★ First things first right off the bat I think Bakugou likes women of color

★ Like, black and brown women? that's all you needed to say

★ Especially thick or chubby girls (what can I say, he's got good taste)

★ Thinks stretchmarks are the cutest thing a woman could have

★ We all know he's a chef, but I think he sucks at baking 100%

★ Would do some fucked up shit like using olive oil in cake batter or burning betty crocker cake mix (if you can bake, he'll only eat your baking and that's it.)

★ Hates overly sweet frosting, like REFUSES to eat it will scrape off the chunk of cake that touched it and be done with it.

★ Hates cake even more if it's dry as shit, cause then he's to drink water or milk, and water with cake is disgusting, and milk just grosses him out.

★ Does like Red velvet cake with whipped cream instead of frosting

★ Listens to R&B when he's sad as shit. Like, I'm talking 3am, I don't wanna sleep cause I'll have to wake up for tomorrow, so instead I'll read a romance novel sad.

★ I also feel like he likes fried sushi or California roll sushi because they don't traditionally have that in Japan and he thinks the American twist to it is cool

★ Or he'd think it atrocious and not want it ever again. There is no in-between

★ When it comes to dating, he doesn't pay attention much, like if it's meant to really happen for him, it'll happen, but if not, then oh well.

★ However, don't expect him to make the first move. If he has to, he's gonna have to be drunk off his ass.

★ I feel like he really likes his mom, even if he yells at her (and she yells right back) because she actually gives him good advice and he respects the hell out of her and would do little things as a kid

★ like draw sumn making fun of her, or pick flowers and dandelions, or get her water when he knows she hasn't been drinking it, with a snippy insult on the side

★ He's a mama's boy, but will never ever admit it. Like ever. You mention it, and he'll gaslight you.

★ I personally think his favorite superhero movie (besides anything All-Might) is Guardians of the Galaxy and The Avengers

★ Likes Rocket the best, and then second is Gamora

★ Has a complex relationship with the Hulk movie, cause the movie plot was pretty good, but he fuckin hates the graphics (if u know u know)

★ Really likes The Hulk tho, cause he looks cool

★ But likes Red Hulk more, cause he looks cooler, and because he hates Bruce Banner cause he reminds him of Deku

★ I feel like he'd be a huge fan of other foods from different cultures, cause he likes trying new shit, because the same damn thing over and over pisses him off

★ It's one of his pet peeves

★ He also likes black Air Forces, because their black, and he just likes them better cause he's secretly still in his emo phase (and cause he's kinda crazy)

★ Back to food again (sry this entire thing is everywhere) but I think he would love chili fries, or animal style fries, with like, a shit ton of hot sauce

★ wants to travel the world with you (will never admit it though)

_*_

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[this-is-chaos-magick]

My (mcu) Wanda Maximoff Headcanons with a Little bit of Pietro, and MCU Cthton

Her favorite Ice Cream flavor is Pistachio

She have a collection of leather boots

She cooks noodles and fried egg at 3 am because she can't sleep

She's obsessed with Antique and Vintage items

Her and Pietro use to be in a band (she plays guitar and Pietro plays the drums)

She doesn't know how to ride a bike (because I can't)

She doesn't like attending big parties and hates large crowds

She owns a flip phone and doesn't have any Social media ( she owns a laptop tho for watching movies and searching stuff online)

She have a tons of cook book and like learning more recipes and cooking technique

She hates how everything have touch screens these days

She Knows a lot about Ancient history and have a tons of books about it

She likes watching Ghibli films and her top 4 Favorites are Porco Rosso (this film is so underated), Spirited Away, My Neighbor totoro and the wind rises

She have a passionate interest in cinema and her favorite director is Guillermo del Toro etc.

She hates people who have uses "ai" she hates people who doesn't care about the art of making, people who who watches movie and not "think" or care, she hates people who consumes media without thinking and analyzing it and who treats different types of art like it's just another product you can throw away once you're "done" with it

She doesn't have a favorite celebrities and can't stand people that are obsessed with famous peoples she thinks it's weird

She might not have a favorite celeb but she likes Al Pacino movies (she have a collection of them) she Likes Pacino too but she's not obsessed with his life

And let's be honest if Wanda is a real person she's one of the people that will hate the mcu

She prefers her steak well done and doesn't care if people tells her that that's the wrong way to cook a steak

She hates the tastes of matcha and Plain milk

Drinks coffee everyday like it's water

She used to work as a Convenience store cashier during her teenage years in sokovia

She hates people who are loud and have no respect of other people's personal space

She likes the peace of not knowing everything, she doesn't care about Celebrity issues, she doesn't care about big award shows and who won and who lost

She likes Dogs and her and Pietro Used to have a pet dog

--[ This part is like how I imagine Wanda got her powers and what is her relationship with Cthton]

[ Ihate the "I am an evil god and I am gonna make you evil things" bullshit it's boring and the "Wanda got her powers from the mind stone thing" I think it's just activate her powers, she got her]

Chthon watches over Wanda as she grew up and he's like....(Don't slap me please) Became like her father figure/weird imaginary best friend, growing up in Wanda's memory he's just a kind oldman/creatures that helps her manage and Cope her with the death of her (adopted) parents but then as time goes by he slowly disappears as she reaches adulthood and also as a child she's experiencing supernatural and paranormal activities she didn't know he is the reason she is seeing things until she became the Scarlet witch... There are so many things I want to say, like, Come on, the potential is there! Just imagine the drama of the Angst and Wanda having a father figure issue!!

She's adopted by her Aunt and Uncle (her and Pietro didn't know)

Her real Mom actually died during childbirth

Wanda's real Mom use to have a lot of nightmares about a horrifying God he have large horns and have tentacles and he's always talking about how her daughter will "reshape" the word

She became paranoid and have a sensitive pregnancy

Days before her due Date (her husband 🧲 is at work and have to take an overnight shift) some Strange men broke into her House (A.w.o.l Sorcerer's from kamar taj that are afraid about Cthton's resurrection) and Threaten her to abort the babies but she refused so she decided to escape into the Forrest while scaping she feel her water broke and she decided to hide in a cave

While she's on Labor she realizes that she got shot and is losing a lot of blood her vision is blurring and she Knows she's dying she can't come out of hiding yet because the men who wants to kill her are outside looking for her so she begs and pray to the god that she's been seeing in her dreams to save her children, she doesn't care that she does but she wants her children to live and he appears infront of her, he is 9ft tall he have no eyes but he knows he's looking at her...she desperately begs to him to save her children and he told her that he won't let Wanda dies and because He have chosen her and he will only heal Pietro because he knows the boy will die anyway

The next Morning People find Wanda's Mother dead body in the cave and they find 2 healthy babies laying next to her

I know you're wondering how I come up with this and idk either it's just one night I am thinking about Wanda's parents and her scarlet witch lore and like...*pop* 😬😬

I am gonna make part 2 because I have too many thoughts about this woman | some of this...maybe it's me projecting to her

(sorry bad English)

[sparatus]

Kicks down door

Any ship, you know my faves of yours. #20. Pls

kiss prompts

well. you did go insane for absolution. so here we go

20. on a scar - Garrus/Citadel DLC Turian, no-Reapers AU

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He's dreaming, he thinks, when he wakes up to blurry emptiness. No gunfire, no engines, no screaming. No Sidonis. Just peaceful silence. The world around him is shades of white, blobs of mass he can't fully process. He sees the shadows more than he sees whatever's making them. It's warm, but not too warm, and he's lying on something firm but soft.

His face hurts. Everything hurts, but especially his face, and his neck, and his cowl. His nerves can't even tell him what's wrong, there's so much pain. Shattered and set on fire and pulled apart, all at once. It can't be a dream, not if he hurts this much. A pitiful, guttural groan crawls out of the raw wound where his throat used to be and punctures the silence.

Immediately, the shadows move, a blur of white and green rushing to his side. "Shh, shh," a familiar voice soothes, but she's muffled, far away, and he just groans again. "Shh, Garrus, I'm here, I'm with you, you're safe."

Glittering gold laces down through the white as the blur kneels down. Curried telal and flowers just barely masking days of unwashed stress and fear tickle his nose, the first clear sensation he's gotten, and he sucks in a greedy breath, drinking her in like her scent alone will wash everything away. He can only taste her on one side of his tongue.

A shaking hand touches his crest, close to where his head lies on the pillow, not daring to approach the burning field. "Spirits, Blue, you had me scared shitless," she breathes.

Her subvocals are wobbly, like she'd lost the ability to weep days ago but still has emotion left to shed. She still sounds underwater. He whimpers and tugs on the stiff, angry muscles under his jaw, but the skin erupts in pain again, and he can only gasp. She trills alarm, and her other hand finds his, twines their fingers and squeezes tight. "Hey, hey, shh, don't- Here, just a moment..."

More shadows, something beeped, and cooling water flowed through his veins to wash over the wounds. "There, Blue, morphine." The murmur laps against him, but he can barely feel it. All is quiet. There's gold ribbons in front of him again. His breath leaves his lungs in a wheezy sigh, and she leans in until he can see the sapphires between the gold. "Shh, baby, it's alright. I'm here." Another squeeze on his hand. "I'm here."

His heart aches in his chest, and his lungs crackle as he inhales. "Where..?"

"Citadel." The hand on his crest keeps stroking, keeps smoothing away the nightmares he's been drowning in. "Nihlus brought you and his mom to Dren'kewen for emergency treatment. Dr. Samaritus doesn't think you'd've survived otherwise."

She's quiet, so quiet. His eyes strain to focus, but the image won't turn clear. Sapphires hang in loops of beautiful gold. "Shepard..?"

The sapphires vanish, and the blur shakes back and forth slowly. "Still out in Terminus. It's classified beyond that." Her thumb-claw delicately traces a crack in his brow plate. "Don't worry about them. You need to focus on healing."

His chest is heavy, and his heart just sinks deeper into it. How can he just not worry about them, when he's the reason they were in danger at all? "What about..?"

"Shhh." She leans in again, and he closes his eyes. Maybe when he opens them again, he'll be able to see again. "You're lucky you still have a skull, Blue." Tentative fingers brush over the tender flesh that used to be on fire. When he doesn't flinch, they're replaced by mouth plates, just barely there, not daring to kiss him too hard in case he shatters again. "Nihlus will explain once you're a little more conscious. Go back to sleep."

His heart climbs into his throat again, but her hand still holding his keeps it from rising any further. "I'm right here."

[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

P&C | Ch. 5: Fever

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Our eyes remain locked as I choke on a piece of carrot. Quickly grabbing a tissue, I try to hide the flush rising in my cheeks. Jungkook doesn't mind my state and proceeds to open another container of food.

"Pardon?" I manage to blurt out. Why am I the only one feeling tense? Relax, Mira. He is so unbothered, you look pathetic, I think to myself.

"Hmm?" he lifts his eyebrow slightly, hands busy with the dishes. I don't say anything, trying to ease my tense body. I'm too obvious. Whatever he meant by that didn't seem like a big deal to him. So it's better to play it cool, I reassure myself.

Once I managed to taste almost everything on the table, Jungkook began cleaning up. He set all the dishes in the sink before I abruptly told him to stop.

"Jungkook, really you don't have to ... You've done so much already. Seriously, I'll be fine, you can go now." I explained calmly, as a sweat drop rolled down the side of my face. My body was weak as I began to shiver, but I couldn't let him stay here any longer. He gave no thought to my offer and proceeded to soap the sponge until my legs buckled and I fell to my knees.

"Mira!" Jungkook gasped, dropping the bowl and rushing toward my body. I was flushed, both from the embarrassment and the fever. Lifting my chin with his thumb and index finger, he searched my face, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"Mira, you need to rest, please let me get you on the sofa," Jungkook says softly looking for any sign of consent. As much I regret it, my judgement of the situation is overcome by fatigue so I give him a weak nod as an ok.

With my hands wrapped around his neck, I can now clearly see the small scar on his left cheek. He manages to fix up the sofa, throwing the blanket hiding my dress from last night onto a nearby chair. As my head rests on the soft pillow, I knock out immediately. The last thing I remember was Jungkook's soft smile as he tucked a few hair strands behind my ear.

--

Mmmhh ... I stretch my body as the smell of something delicious fills the air. My vision is blurry as I'm trying to make out the time on the clock.

"11??" I scream, uncovering myself from the layers of blankets. My back is all sweaty, but at least I'm not shivering anymore. I can hear a familiar voice from the bathroom as I make my way towards the kitchen.

"Miraya, are you awake?" Jiah asks, opening the door slightly.

"Yeah, how long have you been here?" I follow, scratching my eyes as a yawn escapes mid-sentence. She walks out and rushes in to check my forehead, her face concentrating on my pale skin.

"Okay good, no fever. How are you feeling?" she pulls me in for a tight hug, as her words murmur into my hair.

"I'm better, where's Jungkook? Did he leave already?" I ask trying to scan the room for any evidence of his presence. She nods her head and passes me a cup of water with flu medication.

"Please take this honey, you fell asleep for three hours. After you stopped picking up your phone, I decided to check your dorm and found Jungkook dozing off on the chair next to you. He insisted on staying but I sent him home with Jimin." she explained, drying the dishes that I assume were washed by Jungkook.

"Oh, I see ... well I'm thankful for everyone's concern, really. But, I feel fine now Jiah, please go and relax now, it's so late." I assure her with a soft smile. Never in my life has the flu caused so much commotion. Back home, my mom would just tell me to drink Tylenol and wear fuzzy socks.

After drinking some tea and making sure I was full, with no signs of a fever, Jiah left. We hugged and wished each other goodnight. But I was wide awake, it seemed like my sleeping schedule had been completely ruined after meeting Jungkook. Let me make it up to you. I shiver and shake my head. Stop it, Mira.

--

"Flip-flops!" Tae called, waving his hand across the lecture hall. Microbiology, his favorite class now. Who knew that he would find such fascination in learning about E. coli when a few days ago he couldn't even pronounce its full scientific name? Nonetheless, we have successfully finished our first week of Nursing, and it's been a rollercoaster ride, to say the least.

I'm feeling better, most symptoms have subsided, but I've heard nothing from Jungkook since the last time we saw each other. I'm not sure what I was or am expecting, I mean the phone line works both ways. There's no need though, I think to myself. He is probably just as exhausted with school and all. Relax, Mira.

--

Knock Knock Knock

My thoughts are interrupted by the sudden knock on the door, did I plan on meeting up with Jiah, I wondered. Standing on the other side of the door is Jungkook, hair all fluffy with the same white shirt from the party. My face begins to flush and hands get all sweaty. I don't know why so please don't ask.

"Hey hey!" he smirks, giving me a salute gesture waiting to be welcomed in. I respond with a soft smile, opening the door. It all flows naturally even though it's his second time here. Nonetheless, he walks in and places his hand on my forehead.

"Good, no fever," he says with a soft smile, analyzing my face. I let out a tiny gasp and made my way to the sofa.

"What brings you here?" I ask, trying to look everywhere but his eyes, as he plops onto the seat across.

"Needed to make sure you were feeling better," he explains, folding some blankets.

"A text would have sufficed, you didn't need to bother," I chuckled back, looking at my reflection on the TV. Once again I am appalled by my Barbie merch. To be fair, he is the one that is in my dorm. So technically, I could wear and look however I want. Unfortunately though, right at this moment, I would have preferred anything but Ken's face on my shirt.

"I am Kenough," he softly reads the slogan on my chest. His nose scrunches as his bunny teeth peak through his grin.

"Ok, ok, that's enough. I was just about to do my laundry until you decided to show up," I explained, rolling my eyes at his obvious teasing, folding my arms over the shirt.

"Sounds good to me, where's your basket?" he plops up, searching the area.

"Pardon?" I yelp, quickly rushing toward the door, making sure to grab my ID and keys on the way out.

"Jungkook!" I shout as his one arm holds the pink basket and the other stretches out to stop the elevator door. Speed walking, I pray that my flip flops don't pull a Tae on me.

--

"You know you don't have to do this right? I'm feeling better now, there's no need to babysit me," I say with a serious tone as Jungkook plops himself on the machine right next to me.

"I'm not babysitting, just making sure you're fully recovered," he reassures with a soft smile, pulling a pair of fuzzy rabbit socks out of my basket. He grins.

"So you like bunnies, huh?" his doe eyes meet mine, I can't help but smile trying to snatch them back. An attempt that failed, as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. Now, face to face, my eyebrows furrowed at his sudden action.

"Sorry guys, just going to squeeze past you, these machines aren't going to clean themselves," a soft voice speaks behind me. Mrs. Bae is one of the cleaning ladies in our building. She gives a slight bow and pushes a trolly full of cleaning supplies past us.

Jungkook reciprocates the bow, lowering his gaze to my face. Letting go of my wrist, I can still feel his arm on my waist. Cue the flush.

"Do you have a fever?" he quickly checks my forehead. I move back, shaking my face.

"No ... n ... I'm fine, please let's just finish this quickly," I stutter, turning my back towards him, feeling his stare on me.

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[dirtytransmasc]

Making more of these cause the idea has been stewing all day and I need to get it out for the love of everything good or I might just loose my shit.

when peter has his "I'm so proud of you" moment with Miles, he of course announces it like Peter B. had in the movie, but the first chance he gets he grabs Miles, holding his head in his hands, smiling with his whole face, staring at him for a moment, before doing the dad "kiss your forehead, ruffle your hair, hug you till your ribs hurt, and then shake you around for some reason" combo that almost every dad on this planet has done.

Miles is such a little shadow to him, copying his every move, and Peter finds it so amusing. Definitely uses it to get Miles to take better care of himself, like he takes more breaks/breathers, drinks more water, etc.

when he was recovering from closing the collider and he was still in the hospital, the first thing he said when he woke up was "Miles" because he was all he was worried about, he just wanted to know his kid was ok, everything came after that.

when Miles was at his bedside, Peter would hold hand and just repeat "I'm so proud of you" over and over, not quite able to say much else.

MJ is like a second mom, making sure Miles eats and sleeps, trying to help him with letting go of his emotional load. she rubs his back and tosses blankets on him, giving him those mom eyes, listening when he tries to open up to her.

Peter B. is defiantly the one to talk to the kids parents, trying to keep him from getting grounded till his in his 80s. he assure them that he would never let miles do anything too unsafe, and that its better if he learns to use his abilities now so they don't invade his personal life.

he also helps explain Miles's abilities, how his bite happened, what happened to his uncle, etc. so Miles doesn't have t.

he doesn't let Miles fight any bad guys, but will let him help out on patrol and stopping petty crime like purse snatchers. he knows he's gonna try and do it on his own anyway, so he might as well give him a taste and pray it keeps the kid from doing anything too stupid.

helps him with his physics studies.

always compliments his art, even his graffiti.

makes sure to spend the day with Miles on Aarons birthday and anniversary, even if only for a little while (if he's already spending it with his mom and dad, since he doesn't want to intrude) cause he knows its hard for him to process.

he becomes a part of the Morales family. Rio loves him and MJ and treats them like one of her own, cause that's just how she is. Jeff can be a bit touchy, especially at first, since he is spiderman after all, but, he trusts him with his kid and his city, and eventually comes around to him.

him and miles will race through the city, trying to see who can go the highest or the fastest or pull off the coolest stunt.

Peter, much like Peter B., cause Miles just has that effect on Peter Parkers, has a kid because of him. Miles is automatically the kids uncle, and Peter Insists on having him actually holding the baby. the kids middle name is in some way related to Miles.

since he's a part-time photographer, he takes pictures of Miles's art, with permission, and enters him into contests. they always celebrate when he wins.

[rovimrtheduck]

Stuff I've heard at school: Part 15

He didn't lose a braincell he lost the entire brain

So throughout the game he kept going 'you don't want my chunky dick?'

I do not care about your bowl movements

No one cares about your asshole

Strawberry twink

He would taste like strawberry mochi

It would look like someone exploded

P1: Those tasted like my gandmas house

P2: why are you eating your grandmas house

P1: "My grandpas not dead. The other one is, but this one isn't"

P2: "Give him time"

Teacher: yeah that's right! lower your head in shame! lower! lower!

Student, doing a walk of shame for overdue work: any lower than this and I'll be crawling!

Quebec French just, SOUNDS like they're cursing you out

This guy's hiding the fact that he, like, ties a kite to his phone

I was just going to say he has really child bearing hips

P1: "Debrah (a rifle gun) would be happy"

P2: "What's debrahs beef with me"

P1: "She doesn't like you because you've used her one too many times lol"

P2: "…is that a terrorist joke?"

P1: "yeah"

P2: "haha okay cool just checking hahaha"

Please lets refrain from calling teachers twinks

P1: "Guatamala"

P2: "That says Gujrat"

P1: "Guatamalaaa"

P2: "I guess I'm guatamalan now? lol"

P1: "Yeah you're guava"

P1, to P3: Yeah, well, I'm not Indian P2, distracted by his phone: You mean Indigenous P1, gesturing to P3, who is Indian: No I mean Indian P2, not looking up: Yeah, the proper term is Indigenous P1, aggressively gesturing to P3, who is waving awkwardly: No, I mean INDIAN P2, finally looking up: OHH! I thought you were talking about Indigenous 'Indian'! My bad, my bad.

what the hap just fuckened

P1: "Drank perfumes?"

P2: "What?"

P1: "All I heard was you went to bath and body works to drink perfume"

Do you know how balls deep I need to be in a story to be effectively begging my screen to kill off a character?

That is the sauciest look I've ever seen someone give me

Because when they're going out to no-mans land that what they're thinking, 'I want a really nice tank, very visually pleasing tank, I don't want that Mark One'

"Yo, FUCK him I'd smash his mom"

+ "Yeah and after we're done I'm going to look him dead in the eye and say 'I fucked your mom'"

P1: "Thank you for violating my (oc) characters"

P2, in an uncomfortably eager voice: "I can violate them even more if you want"

"It's the cummie water from school" sips "oh yeah, that is cum"

"Where did you get these genes from"

*looks down at his jeans* "Old Navy?"

"and he goes 'My body is my resume!' and takes his shirt off, and I showed it to my manager because I had no idea what to say"

They literally pickled a baby! (in reference to Ares mythology)

You can either be gay or funny, choose one

I identify as out of this-world

The G in LGBT stands for God

OoOoh, I don't know what I did, but I am learning SO MUCH.

Dionysus is his tumor then!

This is my tumor, he's a drunken little shit who we decided to banish to earth for a while

Blowjobs, for anyone who isn't a sex worker, should be called blowhobbies

What do you call two Jewish stoner in a car? A gas chamber

It's not because you're a rabbit, it's bc you're black!

I inhaled a piece of cheese and it won't get UNINHAILED *coughing*

Who needs their liver anyway

We're the testicles

Why did you give me that look? You look like a child seeing their father for the first time after getting the milk

UM NO. I think that's YOU little miss toe-socks

Even your writing looks dyslexic

Lycan we're both failing math, I don't need this right now.

Reverse racism, but not like, in a racist way

Wow, you even SOUND dyslexic

[hersweetrevenge]

corey cunningham headcanons [volume one]

i have an (over)abundance of time to think about corey, he plagues my mind 24/7, so i'm inflicting a sprinkling of those thoughts onto all of you. based on this list of questions for character development.

topics include: drinks order, grooming routine, money and purchases, scars, how often he cries, siblings, shoes, sleeping habits and favourite holiday.

WARNING for some general angst, as well as mild mentions of smut, child abuse or otherwise problematic parental behaviour and alcohol consumption.

[images via @/slashericons and @/shitedits]

drinks order

corey's not a big coffee drinker, he usually finds it too bitter, even with milk and sugar. he's happy to "go for coffee" with someone though, he'll just get a hot chocolate or a frappe with a lot of syrup.

he doesn't drink alcohol that often, joan never really drank in the house except for special occasions and she limits ronald to a few beers at most after dinner. as a result, corey is a bit of a lightweight, but when he does drink he always goes for a beer. he hasn't quite developed a taste for harder liquor yet, but vodka is a safe bet because he can mix it with pretty much anything and doesn't have to taste it. he likes the idea of whiskey (the most manly of liquors) but the first time he tried it, the burn made his eyes water.

grooming routine

joan was meticulous about his cleanliness in childhood. he had a bath every night before bed and joan made sure he never had dirt under his nails or behind his ears.

pre-accident corey has taken to showering rather than bathing. he showers every evening and shaves every other day. his facial hair is light/reddish so he can go a few days before it's really obvious he has stubble, but he likes being clean shaven.

he uses 3 in 1 soap for body/hair/face, and yet somehow has the most gorgeous hair in the whole world and (mostly) okay skin. he still gets spots/pimples but he got through his teenage acne stage pretty much unscathed. he doesn't do any skincare. he has a bottle of lotion (on his bedside...) but he doesn't use it often unless he has really dry skin on his elbows or knuckles. it's store-brand unscented. and as a teenage boy in the 2010s, he used an excessive amount of axe body spray. now he has a more grown-up aftershave, but he doesn't use it all the time.

post-accident corey doesn't fair so well. for months after the trial he barely gets out of bed unless joan nags him enough, dragging him on errands or calling him downstairs at meal times. he'd shower when joan forced him to, and shaves maybe once a week.

once he gets a job at the call centre, he has to keep up appearances a little bit again. he showers every day (or other day, if he's not feeling up to it), doesn't mind stubble so much anymore so shaves every 3 - 4 days. when he gets a job at the scrap yard, he's more diligent about showering every day (does not want to go to bed still covered in garage grime.

corey's not a hugely hairy guy anyway, so he doesn't really do anything with his body hair. when he still had hope for getting past second base, he might of trimmed and "manscaped" a bit, but after a three year dry spell, he knows he'd just be kidding himself.

most expensive purchase and disposable income

he doesn't spend a lot of money. he doesn't have a lot of things. the cunningham-prevos are working class, he's used to not having a lot of disposable income to spend, especially before joan married ronald and she was a single mom for the majority of corey's childhood. joan doesn't make him pay rent or contribute to bills so most of his wages go into his savings (saving for what, he doesn't know anymore), and what little he does spend is on snacks and food from the gas station. now and then he'll see a yard sale while cycling home and might stop to look through some books - he has a shelf of tatty sci-fi paperbacks at home - but a few cents here and there barely makes a dent in his pocket.

he did buy his own phone though, as an upgrade from the abysmal off-brand smartphone joan begrudgingly bought him at 18. his phone is probably the most expensive thing he's ever bought, and even then its far from being the latest, most expensive model on the market. he doesn't even pay his own phone bill, seeing as he's on the family plan.

scars

corey doesn't really have any scars, pre-accident. he never really got hurt much as a kid, not with joan watching him like a hawk, but her jurisdiction did not extend to the school playground (luckily for him), where he got his fair share of grazed knees. no lasting scars though.

working at the scrapyard is rough in his hands, though. he hides it well from joan, but he gets little cuts on his fingers and around his cuticles from working. they heal up fine, but he can still see each silvery knick and wears them proudly. they're the proof of his skills, of what he can fix with his own hands.

the cut on his hand from the broken glass eventually leaves a thick scar on his palm. it would of healed more cleanly had he not ripped the stitches so badly and let it get infected. he ends up not being able to feel anything properly in the scar tissue, able to dig his nails into it when he clenches a fist without feeling a thing.

how often does he cry?

pretty often. not always over something specific, he's just an emotional person. as a baby he was (perhaps surprisingly) content, not fussy at all - a fact joan was exceedingly proud of. she'd look at other mothers out in public who just "couldn't control" their children, whose babies wailed and cried. then she'd look down at corey and be reassured of how excellent of a mother she was, with her perfectly happy, chubby-cheeked baby. but that didn't last and as he got older, it become clear he struggled outside of the home and he got overwhelmed a lot. joan said he was just a sensitive boy, was happy to coddle him if it meant he'd stay being a momma's boy, even when other parents would have been worried about his emotional development. he cried every day for the first month of kindergarten. he cried in the locker room at school after a fight he was in when he was 13. he'd cry at night after arguing with joan over whether he could go to college and whether or not she'd fill in his financial aid applications.

after the accident, he was in such a bad state of shock that he didn't cry at all. during questioning, when he was having to repeat himself over and over, he cried out of frustration because it was just an accident, he swears it was just an accident, but it feels like no one believes him and he just wants to go home. then, with the trial, he focused exclusively on that, no time to feel anything at all other than the anxiety that churned his stomach. once he got aquitted, that's when it really happens. he has a huge nervous breakdown, spends the whole night crying to joan while she holds him. it takes weeks for things to get better and there's a lot of crying and borderline catatonia.

he doesn't really cry over much after that. usually it's silly things that set him off, and it sort of surprises him that he can even do it anymore. sometimes he cried when he went to the allen house, or up to the radio station, but not always.

oldest, middle, youngest or only child?

only child. of course. joan only needed one object for her affections, just one person she could shape into loving her and only her unconditionally.

sometimes i wonder if corey was the result of a baby trap; joan having a baby so wally would have to stay and love her and provide for them, until it got to a point where she couldn't care less if wally stayed or not. once she realised corey could be a much better fit for her obsessions, of course.

corey thinks about what it'd be like if he had any siblings (and who knows, maybe he does if wally was unlucky enough to get someone else pregnant after he left haddonfield). mostly he sees other kids with siblings and wishes he had someone he could be close to, someone who would be in his corner against joan.

shoes

pre-accident corey has two pairs of trainers and a pair of "nice" shoes he wore for graduation. he's never been a fashion person, wouldn't even know where to start, but he at least chose his trainers himself, even if joan was with him and vetting his choices over his shoulder.

post-accident corey has one pair of trainers (he threw out the ones he was wearing the night of the accident), those same "nice" shoes (worn to graduation and to court) and his work boots. mostly the only places he goes is from home to work and back again, so he's more often than not got his work boots on. they're well worn and well stained with dust and grime.

sleep

corey's naturally a night owl. for a long time, he had a really (really) early bedtime and joan would stay in his room until he fell asleep. it made him wake up early but he'd go back to sleep and then it was difficult for him to get up again at the proper time. but once she stopped watching him sleep, as a reflex corey started staying up late, which made his trouble getting to sleep at all even worse. he has even more trouble getting up in the morning.

he sleeps with two pillows and a duvet. he has a blanket for winter but he usually runs so hot he doesn't need it. he also has a much older blanket he always keeps at the foot of the bed that he's had since he was a kid. it's a bit ratty now, but it makes him feel a little bit better when he's in one of his moods. he has two sets of sheets that joan has on a two-week laundry rotation.

after the accident, his sleep pattern is obliterated. he finds it even more difficult to get to sleep because his thoughts are constantly racing. he wakes up crying from nightmares pretty much every night, so upset he wakes joan and she comes running. he hates relying on her so much, but having her there does help him go back to sleep. it takes months for him to start sleeping through the night again (or as close to that as he's ever been capable of). eventually he starts doing what he did when he was younger, where he'd wake up in the early morning, but instead of going back to sleep, he'd sneak out to either the allen house or the radio station, depending on how much hope he current possessed about the future.

as previously mentioned, he is not a morning person. he often sleeps in later than he means to, falling back to sleep after turning his alarm off. he's late for work at least twice a month but usually more. ronald's on his back about it, but after a scolding he usually let's it slide. if it's not sleeping in that makes him late, it's joan's subtle acts of sabotage that keep him from getting out the door on time.

favourite holiday

corey doesn't really care about holidays too much. joan's neurotic need to control every single aspect of every single holiday means he's used to just sort of coasting through, doing whatever it takes to make her happy (or at least placate her for the day).

if he had to pick a favourite, he doesn't mind thanksgiving. it's less pressure than christmas, where the prospect of giving and receiving gifts fills corey with a special sort of dread. for a long time it was just him and joan for thanksgiving anyway, he doesn't have any other family, so there isn't the stress of having guests over. it's actually sort of nice, they have dinner and joan bakes a pie. her cooking is still pretty terrible, but corey's willing to overlook that fact in order to keep the peace. they eat dinner and watch TV, some of his best memories with joan are where they just sit and watch TV. plus, corey has his "what he's thankful for" speech perfected, "i'm thankful that you're my mom, and that you take care of me and love me." joan eats that shit right up.

his birthday became his least favourite holiday for a while. it's torturous having to sit through joan's affections, which she ramps up tenfold for the occasion, and he rarely gets what he really wants in terms of presents. anything he wants is watered down for joan's approval. corey hasn't had a birthday party since he was five years old, but joan still makes a show of getting him a cake and lighting the candles after dinner. the effort to keep joan sweet and show enough appreciation for her giving birth to him is enough to fry his nerves for the whole day.

halloween soon takes the number one spot though. you can't really have a worse holiday than the anniversary of the time a child died in front of you.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

✧ ━━ 𝐄𝐆𝐆'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒

Tagged by: @mxlevolence ( mmmwah! thank you! ♥

Tagging: @agonizedembrace, @aquatic-hybrid, @thegoldentigress, @songofsilentechoes, @hemoplagued, @pitgritted, @tealbeats, @hallowedhem, @burntscars, @johnnysslaughter, @manufactoredxbyxdesign, @bamsidsuperbitch

Comfort food(s): Fresh baked bread and any/all soups ( you guys have no idea how excited I am to shift into soup season ), stew is also something that's comforting to me since my Nan used to make it for me whenever she visited! And naturally with my ancestry ━

Comfort drink(s): Mate, my childhood bestfriend's mom used to get this ready for us all the time, and it quickly became something I've associated with that warm fuzzy memory! Honestly probably anything I can put in boiling water to make it taste different ꉂ (´∀｀)ʱªʱªʱª ! Oh yeah - Coquito 100% Nothing like sipping that while writing on the porch with the snow falling, a blanket on my lap, and my dog being dumb

Comfort movie(s): Fantasia! I used to watch this movie with my Nan almost everyday when she would visit me, it was always one of my favorite things to do even if I was afraid of Chernabog. It's ridiculous how deeply I've memorized it, I could probably lay here with my eyes shut and watch it in my brain without missing any sections („ಡωಡ„) NATURALLY Peter Jackson's EXTENDED LOTR Trilogy BABYYYY - I cry about 10 times each movie but Frodo is a massive role model for me and I love him a lot! When I found out that I share the same MBTI as him I was like ╭( ๐_๐)╮and then I cried. Don't get me started, I won't stop - this is for your own good. Hercules is another big one, it's just such an easy watch and it makes me happy. I have watched it an embarrassingly amount of times with @magicshadowkitten

Comfort show(s): I didn't really watch TV as a youngin, but I was able to finally get into shows during college - D. Gray Man is one of my favorites! JJBA too - I have a lot of good memories with my friends from both of these! @bells-of-black-sunday showed me Over the Garden Wall and it quickly rooted itself as one of my favorites, its the ✨whimsy✨

Comfort clothing: I really adore feminine, flowy dresses/skirts, and coordinating outfits before hand. I never really had the opportunity growing up to explore a lot of fashion, and I have found out that I absolutely adore looking like a lil fairy, so I never really learned how to put together outfits on the fly. So! I actually have outfits preplanned with accessories, shoes, and bags too because if I don't I won't know what to do. ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊωˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ Its kind of embarrassing but I've accepted it as part of my neurodivergency; its also a lot easier for me to shop for an outfit vs items that can mis and match into various ones. I also work from home so, if I can dress up I will! It makes me feel pretty

Comfort song(s): Wahh!! I listen to so many songs and my music taste is all over the place!!! If I had to pick a few off the top of my head:

Nights in White Satin - The Moody Blues ━━ This song is actually one of my favorites but the reason why doesn't involve me at all? When I first heard it I was in the car driving with my mom, and she got so giddy and explained that this was the song playing when she met her ( still! ) best friend at a bar almost 25 years ago. My mom and her started singing it together and honestly that story just ? effected me so much? Whenever I'm in a pub or bar and it comes on I call my mom and tell her its playing and we sing it together too! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯ Entire LOTR OST ━━ I need not explain, ya'll understand. Pretty Much Anything by Pink Floyd

Comfort book(s): Lord of the Rings Trilogy & The Hobbit ━ J. R. R. Tolkien The Divine Comedy ━ Dante Alighieri ( nostalgia ) ━━ I don't really read comforting books so I don't feel like I can continue the list as the books I read have existential content that is not at all comforting! I tend to read stories like Blood Meridian or No Longer Human, and I tend to not revisit them quickly because of the content (ಥ﹏ಥ) because even if I enjoy them I'm a big baby

Comfort game(s): League of Legends ( don't judge me i play with friends and dont flame ) : tbh this is the only game I actually play the rest I mostly just watch playthroughs of because again the content I like to watch is existential as well and I am a very easily frightened person! So ━ I really liked watching my best friend play Resident Evil! I also watched @bells-of-black-sunday play Bugsnax and it is SUCH a cute game, it has amazing characters and a really interesting plotline - !

[lover-also-fighter-also]

For Ria and Mila:

Appearance: 1, 13, 18

Objects: 1, 4

Food/Drink: 3, 7, 14

Weather/Nature: 4, 13, 19

Community/Relationships: 8, 12

Mind/Body/Soul: 1, 5, 19

Hobbies/Activities: 3, 4, 7

ask list here

Thank you Cady for this really long ask. Sorry it took me a while to write the answers to all the questions.

Appearances:

1. What is your character's favorite physical trait they possess?

For Ria:

I think it would be the long scar that runs down her chest from when she got surgery for her lung cancer. For Ria it's a constant reminder that she was strong enough to overcome the odds on her survival.

For Mila:

In my HC, It definitely is the mole at the corner of her lip on the left side. As a kid her mom used to say that her face was too flawless that she needed to have a mark to be humble.

13. What is something your character would refuse to wear?

For Ria:

She flat out HATES ripped/torn jeans and no amount of convincing would get her to wear them.

For Mila:

I don't think there is a distinct clothing that Mila would refuse to wear casually, but for formal events she is not a fan of heavy or stuffy dresses, and prefers if they were made out of lighter material.

18. Does your character have a favorite outfit?

For Ria:

These 2 make it to the top.

For Mila:

These are the top 2

Objects:

1. Is there an item your character doesn't like to leave without?

For Ria:

She has a necklace that Megan, her best friend from her previous school gave to her before she moved to Cedar Cove. She always wears it as a resemblance of a friendship without any kind of judgements.

Additionally she also wears the hairclip that Maria gave before her concert tryouts in bk 3. She believes that it would bring her good luck in her endeavours.

For Mila:

Her favourite possession that she doesn't like to go anywhere without is a charm bracelet with a sun and a moon. Skye bought it for her after she got her first paycheck from working in the Golden Griddle during the summer holidays.

4. Is there an item your character liked that they can’t get back? 

For Ria:

As a kid, Ria always was fond of her mother's jewellery box, but after her mother left, she didn't leave any of her possessions behind, which broke Ria because she always wanted a keepsake of her mother's, to remind her that she wasn't always a bad person no matter how badly she thinks of her in the present.

For Mila:

When she was 5, Mila used to have a stuffed teddy that she used to carry around everywhere. But in a matter of few months it got all worn out and smelly that her parents had to force her to get rid of it. She cried for days over it.

Food/Drink:

3. Is there a food or drink your character is unwilling to try?

For Ria:

Ria is not a fan of seafood because of the way the eyes stare back before she can eat. Eventually she just developed a dislike for it and is unwilling to try.

For Mila:

After witnessing the Cedar Cove Challenge, she has developed an intense dislike for ice cream and would stand 6 feet apart from it.

7. Is there food that has made your character sick.

For Ria:

Ria once had a bad lasagna in middle school and had to stay home for a week due to food poisoning. Since then lasagna left a sour taste for her.

For Mila:

Mila has an iron stomach and so far there wasn't any food that made her sick.

14. Does your character prefer restaurant food or home cooked food?

For Ria:

She likes both, but nothing can outmatch her dad's home cooked fried chicken.

For Mila:

Home cooked food is an emotion for her, and she feels no restaurant can match the same taste.

Weather/Nature:

4. Is there a natural phenomenon that scares your character

For Ria:

Ria is scared of thunderstorms as it reminds her of her horrible and gloomy past.

For Mila:

Mila is scared of heavy snowstorms as one year her parents were trapped in the restaurant for an entire day before the snow cleared out.

13. What element best represents your character?

For Ria:

I would say, water. Because when she snaps she becomes a storm that can't be stopped.

For Mila:

Always fire. She has a short temper and really cares when things go wrong.

19. What animal would your character say best represents them?

For Ria:

Maybe an elephant? Cause its a calm animal but one must be careful to not provoke it.

For Mila:

I would say a tiger because of how fiery she gets.

Community/Relationships?

8. How likely is it for your character to initiate a friendship?

For Ria:

She is a little bit hesitant at first to let people near her, and she takes time to form a friendship.

For Mila:

She makes the first move when forming the friendship, but maintaining it depends on her perspective of the other person.

12. How would your character react to being put in a position of leadership

For Ria:

She would be nervous at first, but later on develop the confidence to stay in the position.

For Mila:

Leadership positions are a bit out of Mila's range as she is unsure about what her temper may land the team into.

Mind/Body/Soul:

1. What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?

For Ria:

It would be how Ria is a source of motivation to the people around her, and tries to see things in a positive light.

For Mila:

It would be how Mila is completely open with showing PDA. Though Skye pretends to not like it, deep down she enjoys it.

5. What words could tear your character down?

For Ria:

'I can't care for you'

'You are too much for me'

'I have to let you go.'

For Mila:

All the phrases that were used when she was accused of sabotage in bk 1.

19. Are there scents your character dislikes?

For Ria:

Ria does not like the smell of hospitals and medicines. It brings her back to the old days where she had to frequent the hospital.

For Mila:

She does not like the smell of frozen food or ice creams.

Hobbies/Activities:

3. What is a talent your character wishes they had?

For Ria:

Since Ria never was able to do much physical activities as a kid, she envied the jocks and wished she could play a few sports.

For Mila:

Despite being a good actor, Mila wished she could branch out to different parts of the theatre, like working on stage tech like Skye.

4. Is there an activity your character used to enjoy that they now dislike?

For Ria:

Playing the piano sure bought Ria solace when her mother left, but when she thinks about pursuing music after high school, it brought about anxiety that she won't be good enough, and she wasn't able to enjoy it the same way anymore.

For Mila:

I don't think there is any particular activity that Mila started disliking or anything.

7. What is a talent that your character is proud of?

Ria:

She is definitely proud of her vocal skills and her talent on the saxophone. Additionally, she is also proud of her literature and writing knowledge.

Mila:

She is proud of the way she was able to hone her acting skills throughout high school.

[credince--writes]

Dancing Demons

AO3

Have you ever met with a real vaquero?

There really wasn't anything to go back to.

She doesn't really know how long she stands there. Standing in the void.

The lack of presence.

It was like a chewing feeling, one that crawled into her ribcage and rattled around for a while before digging into the bottom of her heart and sinking in.

Was it dread?

Sorrow?

Her hands were shaking, and everything all of a sudden felt so cold, so clammy, so stagnant.

Even with the sun beating down on her, and wind brushing past her.

What did she do wrong?

Did this all, did it all mean nothing?

Was she nothing?

Was she not even worth a goodbye?

A stay dog to kick to the fucking street and ignore?

It was a foreign feeling, and it felt strangely hollow.

It was hollow, but it occupied every space of her being, of her soul. It filled her up and drowned out anything else possible of existing. It was like being cold and on fire at the same time.

Her feet felt like they were anchored to the Earth beneath her. She didn't know if she could move- at this point she was surprised that she could even breathe. Her mere existence felt suffocating as she stood there, probably looking like a complete dumbass googling a void space of what used to be a helicopter. But she was drowning.

In her own, silly little way.

It was as if she wasn't even there.

Lights were on, but no one was home.

And that's what she did.

She stood there,

and stared.

To come back into her body, to take back hold of the reins. All she had to do was blink. To think of what was around her. The oxygen touched her skin. The squeak of the shitty door around the corner to the left pierced the air and thundered with a loud slam whenever someone left. The smell of fuel, bitter.

Bitter.

The taste blossomed on her tongue, like the acid climbing up her throat.

She blinked.

Swallowed.

And inhaled.

Almost as if it was a factory reset.

Her feet moved without her mind really initiating it. She was back to walking her normal path, going to pick up lunch.

Picking up the trays of food, and carrying them back as if nothing happened.

Walking back through the halls, back to that dingy familiar room.

Pushing the door open she was smacked in the face with the stench of the tar clinging to the walls.

"What took you so damn long?" Mom asked, looking down at the cards set on the table.

"Sorry." She mumbled, setting his tray down and moving over to sit down at her seat, staring at the food under her.

They just... left?

Like that?

Maybe it was just a mission.

They'd be coming back.

Right?

They had to come back.

The old man started eating, putting out his cig on the table, and taking a drink of water. His head lifted, eyes lingering on her for a moment. "Who kicked you?" He asked.

She didn't respond, sighing. "Why are you stuck in this room? Why don't you leave?"

He pursed his lips together, gaze hardening. "Because the las vaqueros don't want the senile old bastard raising hell outside."

She moved to grab her plastic fork, beginning to eat.

The bitter taste in the back of her throat had yet to leave her.

"I think I've been abandoned." She states, as if it is a simple fact. Not much to elaborate on.

"Si." He replies.

Her eyes perk up, looking at him, narrowing. "You knew?"

"Figured." He replied.

"And you didn't tell me?"

"Who would play cards with me then?"

She faltered, staring at him as if his question had slapped her across the face.

"Cards?" She echoed. "Fucking- cards?" She emphasizes again. "I just got fucking abandoned by my team!" She seethes. Standing up and tossing her fork onto the table.

"How do you know they abandoned you?" He asks simply.

"They didn't say goodbye." She huffs.

"Are you a child?" He asks. "Do you need to give your say for them to leave?"

She paces across the room. "It's called common courtesy- and they've been keeping secrets, and they obviously don't think that I'm a soldier."

"Well, are you?" He asked.

"No!" She wails. "I'm a college dropout with a criminal record out my fucking ass- and I'm owned by the CIA so I don't get sent to some crazy fucking prison underground with lizards!" She yells, flailing her arms up in the air.

"Then why are you angry?" He says, thumbing through the deck of cards now.

"They didn't say goodbye."

"They're coming back."

"How do you know?"

"The ghost told me." He states.

"What?" She exhales.

"Him, over there." He states looking over to the corner of the room.

She looks over to the corner of the room, only to see nothing. "Are you off your meds?"

"No, you're too stubborn to see it, Cabeza de toro."

Her eyes narrow on the old figure. Smoke drifts off of his cigarette and into the atmosphere of the stuffy room.

"When was the last time you went outside?" She asked.

"What month is it?" He asked.

She groaned in response, starting to pace around the room again.

"I don't know what I'm going to do." She half whines out, bringing her hands to her face to rub her temples.

"You know what, but who? You not know." He adds, nodding to himself.

She threw her head back, groaning at his statement. "What does that even mean? I don't think your ghost stories, and your conjured-up tales of the good old days can fucking apply here!" She screeches out the last bit, voice cracking.

"Do you know who you are?" He asked, simply. Turning his head and shooting her a questionable look. One where his eyes bore into hers, as if his gaze alone was peeling away layers of her skin and flesh until he was solely inspecting her bones.

She falters, staring at him.

Did she know who she was?

Who was she?

Why was she here?

What had she done to get here?

"Well..." She pauses. "How am I supposed to know?"

"Why should I tell you? Just ask the desert." He replies, pursing his lips together in a slightly sassy remark.

"How do I ask the desert then?" She sighs, sagging her shoulders in defeat.

"Do you really want to go?" He asked.

"If it means I can leave here. Sure." She replies, almost whispering out the words.

She turns her head looking at him and is met with a dirty grin. A missing tooth, the grin of a man with a new spark in his eye.

"Then what are we waiting for? It's a journey."

"How are we gonna leave?"

"No problemo... Leave to me."

The old man stood, the sound of his bones creaking and joints protesting filled the room. He walked with an old swagger that could only be pointed to many years on the back of a horse.

"Meet back here... say nightfall."

She nodded.

....

Soap sat back in the helicopter, anxiously tapping his foot and bouncing his leg as he looked around the chopper. They were leaving to pick up Gaz and Price, and bring them back for a meeting. Sort some things out- it was all just too unclear.

They'd holed themselves up in some trouble, issues with getting through the cities, which made sense. The place was crawling with cartel, and they weren't too fond of the military.

They'd taken Alejandro with them- it was always better to have someone who fluently spoke the language but also regularly navigated these issues.

Soap glanced over to Ghost, who was radiating a deathly aura. His mood had been sour, so much more sour than normal the day after they arrived on the base. After he'd gotten that call, he bit his cheek and replied like a good soldier.

Yes Sir.

His mind was spinning, there were so many moving parts all at once that he wasn't sure what to think- where to put his hands to grasp to try and get some concept of what was really happening in the background.

"Get your head in the game, Sergeant." Ghost chastizes quickly, standing from his seat and moving over to his position.

"We should've told her-"

Ghost quickly turns, eyes beating down on him. "Not a word."

He nods, reluctantly.

"Yes Sir."

...

She sits alone in the room, the air isn't as thick as it normally is, lacking the smoke constantly drifting off of a dying cigarette.

Her hands were shaking, she was fidgeting.

Her mind was spinning.

They really, simply just left her.

Just up and out, just like that?

Did they?

Maybe she was overreacting.

Was she going to break out with Mom?

Apparently.

Was it probably the smartest idea?

Not in the slightest.

But she sat there, mulling over her life.

What she has done.

What she wants to be.

But who?

That was the question.

Who was she?

Was she simply a scared little girl?

A wannabe?

She couldn't even fucking remember what happened that was so tragically bad that she needed to be coddled and kept in the dark.

"Fuck!" She yells, grabbing a book on the table and throwing it across the room, slapping it against the wall.

She felt useless.

Pathetic.

And maybe, just maybe.

It was time for her to do something about it.

She sat, waiting for Mom to come back. Which he did. He pushed open the door, the same button-up he had been wearing that day, pants, and cowboy boots. He had a bag slung over his shoulder and a grin on his face. A cigarette hung out of his mouth.

"Apresurarse." He said.

"Huh?"

"Hurry." He said, leaving the door and starting to walk down the hallway.

She rushed forward, grabbing the door before it slammed shut and following him into the hallway.

"Where are we going?" She whisper yelled to him.

"To the truck, I stole." He said simply.

"Oh. ok..." She pauses, letting his words sink in for a moment. "Wait- what!?"

"How else would we get there? Apresurarse!"

She followed him as he strode through the hallways, passing a few men as they walked. They didn't seem to look twice, and she understood slightly. Mom radiated- demanded a certain respect as he walked past. His old, leathery skin and the shift of his hips as he walked.

His age,

his experience.

His name.

He demanded a certain type of respect that wasn't easily argued against.

He was the elder.

The Gran Vaquero.

They made their way outside where a shitty old truck was placed on the pavement, with dim headlights and the sound of the engine sputtering filling the cold night air.

It looked a lot like that truck from that night.

Save for the corpse, broken windshield, and bullet holes.

She opened up the passenger door, and slid onto the bench seat. Watching as he made his way and wrestled himself into the truck with a huff.

"You good?" She asked.

"Fine." He replied.

Shifting the truck into gear, they drove to the exit, coming up to a checkpoint with a man pressing a button to open the arm blocking the exit and allow them to leave.

Mom gave the man a wave, accelerating the truck and driving out onto the dark empty road.

"It was that easy?" She asked, giving him a confused glance.

"Si... Hard part is getting back in." He said, hands gripping the worn steering wheel.

"How are we gonna do that?"

"Gunpoint."

"That doesn't sound that smart."

"Works often."

"You do this often?"

"Not recent."

She huffed, looking out at the dark landscape. It was the same as when she drove here, but now in the darkness- she'd add- the emptiness was indescribable.

"So, where are we going?" She asked.

"The Desert."

"yea, but this is all the desert."

"No."

"What?"

He didn't respond, dragging on his cigarette.

"When I was a boy," he started. "to be vaqueros, you needed to join the gang."

"Like the cartel?"

"Not much like it, but si. You earned your brand." He explained.

The brand.

It must've been their initiation, proof of being one of them.

"Well..." She purses her lips together in thought, thinking of how to phrase it. "How did you earn it?"

"You had to claim a street as your own."

"How?"

"Kill their leader." He replied.

"Oh."

"You say that like you have not before?" He says, giving her a questionable look. "You have no blood on your hands?"

She freezes.

Her shoulders tensing as suddenly the memories come flooding back to her.

The glassed-over eyes,

the final wheeze from their chest.

"I have blood on my hands."

"I know."

"Then why did you ask?"

"To see if you lie."

"How did you know?"

"Your eyes."

"Sure..." She sighs.

"Your spirit is one of a warrior." He says.

"That's why we are going to the specific part of the desert?"

"Si... Where the sand and the sky speak."

"What do they say?"

"You will find out soon enough."

....

The ride was long, quiet for the majority of the trip. Not that either really minded. The cracking and protest of the plastic interior filled the silence as they drove down the bumpy road- turning from pavement to gravel, to dirt as the clock ticked on.

Slowly, the truck came to a stop on the dirt road. He turned the truck off, leaning over and handing her a flashlight and a knife.

"Go." He stated.

"What?"

"We are here."

She looked out of the window, grabbed the door handle, and pushed the truck door open. Hopping out and onto the dry dirt beneath her.

He started walking, in the dark, off of the dirt road into the wilderness. Head cranked upwards staring up at the stars twinkling across the sky.

She shrugged, clicking on the flashlight and illuminating her way out of the road.

And she walked.

It was pretty hard to gauge how long she walked, but her legs started to burn.

Her breath became heavy, her throat drying in the night air.

She paused, looking around and no longer saw the truck in her sight line. She turned the light off, looking around her trying to find what she was looking for.

"Hello!" She yells out, into the dark.

She was here to find something.

Whatever the old man saw in the dirt out here, she was determined to find it too.

So she sat, crossing her legs on the ground and staring up at the night sky.

"Come on!" She grumbles.

It should be easy.

This isn't a hard question.

At least it shouldn't be.

She knows who she is.

How can you not know who you are?

She isn't stupid.

She's Jitters.

But are you really?

She paused, looking around.

"What?" She says out loud, opening her eyes and looking around the darkness. "Who's there!" She turns on the flashlight, scanning the area and finding nothing.

Nothing responds.

This place is fucking weird.

So, so weird.

But the stars were out, and it wasn't too freezing cold.

She was thankful for that.

She stood this time, staring up at the sky and watching at the sky melted into the Earth as they met at the dark horizon.

Where the sky and sand speak.

She couldn't hear anything.

Obviously, why would it be fucking literal?

She felt like an idiot at that moment, she'd followed a crazy, senile old man out into the middle of nowhere in the desert. And now she was standing- probably lost, in said desert.

Of course, she'd be helpless.

Useless again.

A weak, fragile little girl.

Who are you?

Who am I?

Who is Jitters?

"I came here for answers!?" She calls into the emptiness. "And I am going to find them!"

Are you sure?

"Yes!" She screams, reaching down and grabbing a rock off of the ground and throwing it into the void.

The sky melted into the sand, the stars falling down to the Earth, lighting her surroundings.

She stood, the grass, rocks, and stray cacti the only things surrounding her.

She turned, looking face to face with a figure, staring her down.

It was a man on a horse.

A huge, jet-black horse.

The figure-

a man?

No.

The skeleton.

It stared her down, sun-bleached bone sitting atop the dark horse.

Maybe Mom was right,

demons were much easier to find.

The horse huffed, smoke pluming out of its nostrils and up into the dark sky.

"Who am I?" She asks, staring up at the skeleton.

How am I supposed to know?

The horse stepped forward, hoof digging into the dirt. Crunching of the small clumps of dirt and rock beneath its enormous weight.

She didn't flinch away, she refused.

She wouldn't hide.

The horse kept moving towards her, and the figure lifted a hand off of the reins. The bones reached out- his finger, it pressed against her forehead. She looked up into the deep empty pits of his eye sockets.

Who are you then?

"So how's a pretty girl like you sitting alone at a bar?"

"I'm schizophrenic, actually, I have three friends sitting to my left. You just can't see them." She adds.

"God, you have quite the mouth on you, don't ya?" He asked.

"Comes with the liquor." She replies.

He laughs.

"My names Merrick."

"Jay." She replied.

"Like the bird?" He asked.

"No. The letter of the alphabet."

He laughs again. "You're funny. I like you."

"No offense dude, but you look, like, 35." She replies dryly.

"Then what about my friend over there, hm?" He says.

She turns her body to look across the room.

"Where?" She asks.

He looks at her, humming slightly. "He must've bailed. He was kind of the loner type. Odd duck."

She huffs, turning back around and grabbing her drink. "You aren't gonna leave me be, are ya?"

He grins, a glint in his eyes as he takes a sip. "And give up a night with a pretty woman like you? Never."

The scene passed through her yes.

Unfamiliar, but it felt so right.

"I'm coming." He grunts. "Fuck- Fuck, I'm coming. I'm coming!" He groans, throwing his head back.

"I'm fucking going! I'm going I'm going i'm going!" Jitters yell back. Soap doesn't even turn to give her a glance.

He keeps going, however.

She blinks.

The memories start flooding back to her.

She left the bathroom, becoming all to aware of her stumbling.

The confusion was more debilitating than anything, the feeling of her body shutting down. Eyes blurring.

An arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her up. She lulled her head to the side, giving him a confused glance.

"Oh it's alright sweetheart. Had one two many?" Marrick asked.

"nhn, hn no.." She mumbled.

He laughed lightly, leading her out of the bar and down the hallways.

Jitters could feel her heartbeat in her ears, the lights from the slot machines, and all of the noise.

It was overwhelming.

She heard the ding of an elevator.

The sound of a door being unlocked.

Scuffing of shoes.

The feeling of a bed under her.

"You have five seconds to tell me who you are."

"Fuck you."

"Two."

"Three."

"Four."

"Fuck! Fuck- wait!"

"Pocket." He wheezed out. The blood from his broken nose bubbled out with his struggling breathing.

"Fuckin' Vomit you stubborn brat."

"Hey... Come on now." He said. "It'll make you feel better alright? I'll be nicer I promise."

"Ghost..." She spit into the toilet bowl, arm reaching up for him. He grabbed hold of her, holding her close to his chest. She could feel the heave of his chest, and anxiety dancing in his eyes.

"He's dead." He clarifies, pulling her onto him even more. He lifts her.

She can't think of anything to respond.

"I'm never going to let this happen to you again."

"I'm sorry. Please." His voice shakes.

He sets her down, much to her protest that surfaces in a light whine.

He stalks over to the body of Merrick.

He kicks the corpse, over and over until the cracking sounds melt into a wet sloppy sound.

He heaves, reaching for her again. "Can you hear me?"

She doesn't respond.

"We have a problem."

"The Russian kind."

She blinks.

The sun is rising.

The colors are painted against the horizon, oranges and yellows contrasting against the bright blue sky.

She was still standing.

Staring into the horizon.

Emotions flooded her all at once.

Standing in place.

Please.

I'm sorry. Please.

The shake in his voice.

The terror.

Can you hear me?

I'm never going to let this happen to you again.

Did he really care?

Would it be stupid of her to not recognize that he did?

But he vocalized it.

But it only made it hurt even more.

And it made her angry.

He must be why she was being tucked away.

Being hidden in the dark.

And it was anger that replaced her confusion.

Rage.

And it kind of tasted sweet.

Like relief, in a way.

It wasn't her fault.

No...

It was his.

Ghosts.

She turned and started her trek back in what she hoped to be the right direction.

Which, happily, it was. She walked back to the truck, only to see Mom sitting in the back of the truck with the tailgate down, smoking a cigarette.

He stared her down.

"Did you see him?"

She didn't reply, simply nodding. "Who was he?"

"A demon."

...

"What do you mean, missing?" Ghost said, staring at Rudy.

Price, Gaz, Soap, and Alejandro stood behind him staring at Rudy waiting for a response.

"She... Was with Momia." He tried to explain, looking at Alejandro.

"You left her with Mom?" Alejandro asks, laughing- then stopping when Ghost turns to look at him.

He was seething,

absolutely fucking pissed.

"How long have they been gone?" Soap asked.

"We checked our front gate... They left last night, Sunset."

"Then they should be coming back?" Gaz asked. "You guys just have a Mom?"

"No." Rudy starts. "Momia-."

"I don't care." Ghost starts, taking a step forward closer to Rudy who in turn takes a step back. "We have a meeting in two hours with the General, and Jitters is missing?"

"Señor! Señor Vargas!" The loud yelling of a young man through the hallway broke their attention. He was heaving, blubbering something in Spanish. Alejandro cursed.

"They are back, that's for sure."

.

"Ponte en el suelo!" A soldier yelled, pointing the rifle in her face as he dragged her out of the truck, and onto the ground.

"No Habla Espanol Asshole!" She yelled back.

Mom was arguing, just as bad with the men on the other side. Apparently, the new shift didn't take to kindly to the old man telling them to 'fuck off, I don't need identification'

She was down on the ground, Rifles drawn on her with her hands in the air.

"This is really stupid, Mom!" She calls over to the old man, he simply shrugs.

"Vargas! Vargas!" He flails his arms at the young soldier in front of him.

"Baja tus armas!" A voice calls out, seeing Price and Ghost along with Rudy and Alejandro on a jeep.

Quickly, the men recalled.

"Can I fucking stand now?" Jitters call out and asks.

"No." Price calls back.

The gate opens and the men rush forward. Alejandro and Rudy rushing for the old man, and Price and Ghost over to her.

"Where were you?" Ghost hisses. "What were you thinking?"

"I was... uh. Out in the desert."

"Yea?" Price asked.

"Can I get up now?"

"No." Price says.

"What. Were. You. Doing?" Ghost asks.

"I told you, we were out in the desert!"

Price looks at Ghost, giving him a strange look.

"Get up." Price says.

"What's going on?" She asks, Ghost grabs ahold of her arm. His grip is tight- ruthless. "Hey, that hurts."

"Shut up."

She looks up at him, confusion and anger plastered on her face. "Price, what the fuck is going on?"

"Get in the rig, Jitters."

What?

What the fuck was going on?

She gets (ungracefully) shoved into the jeep by Ghost, whose eyes are drilling into the back of her head the entire silent ride back. Mom and Rudy were nowhere to be found, Alejandro driving them back to base.

Ghost grabbed her, dragging her out and keeping her attached to hi as they walked into a conference room. She gets roughly placed into a chair, and Alejandro steps forward, leaning up to her face.

"Why did you go out there?" He asked.

"Because we got bored." She replies, matching his tone. "I don't know what I've done wrong- what's happening?"

"You need to be honest." Price speaks up.

"I am being fucking honest!" She yells. "The old fuck starts talking to me about demons and sand- and brands! Whatever- he wasn't to go ramble at dead people in the fucking Desert? I go with him and now you're looking at me like I've done something wrong!"

Alejandro's gaze shifts. "He told you about the brand?"

"Do I look like I'm spitting shit?" She all but wheezes out. "What's going on?"

There was silence.

"There was an intel leak last night." Price says. "One that led to the leak of Lopez's transfer. And subsequently an ambush."

She stares at him, confused.

"I'm not following. What does this have to do with the desert?"

"You're the primary suspect."

Oh.