#not how that went. at all. this movie is lucky it has such a kickass theme song (only reason i’m watching it) bc between this & gal herself.

[wickedghxst]

trying to watch the wonder woman movie but it’s like actually pissing me off with how wrong it’s getting shit in the first 6 minutes alone

[cloud9in]

You’re the only one who’s writing poppy x mc fics sooo, i have a request “ bea is a bad girl (like in a gang) in high school and also went jail couple of times for getting in trouble in high school senior year poppy was new transfer student and after 2 months bea join back school and met poppy bea and they just click yk like a connection slowly they started dating and in school everyone was shocked to see bea in a relationship ( bad girl and new girl) poppy is always worried about bea and few days before graduation bea got hurt really bad and poppy gives bea 2 options that she has to choose between her or her this (gang).. bea didn’t say anything to her so poppy left, after 2/3 years they met in college bea was a different person but so does poppy they become enemies (no one knows why they hate each other) one day they were arguing and poppy shout at her and says why you're back and bea put her hand on her cheek and smile and say i am here to win you back because i love you 😬

Promises (Poppy x MC)

Part 1/?

Can i just say I'm absolutely invested in this plot? You've got me hooked on my own story, as hectic as my life is, this is enjoyable to write. I hope you like it as well @iamsimpforpoppy

Word count: 1.8k (i got carried away)

“You know what to do Jackson, same old shit.”

“Yeah but it feels like a movie every damn time”, Bea responds confidently as she unbuckles her seatbelt. She sports a black mask with a yellow bandana, a vivacious color worn by only the Southside Spades, a notorious street gang who were known for robbery, and occasional blood.

Bea found herself wrapped up in the world of gangs when she turned sixteen. But before that the brunette would assist in transporting goods, also known as hardcore drugs. There was plenty enough to go around so Bea could indulge in any she wanted. Drugs didn’t give her the high she craved though, instead it was the thrilling game of cat and mouse with the cops.

Every now and then she’d get thrown in the slammer overnight. But this particular evening earns her one year in the NY State Penitentiary. See, the cops never gathered significant evidence to build a case against her, even though she was well aware of Detective Steinhelm who had some sick obsession with her. Following her everywhere, until Bea confronted her directly after noticing the same black sedan parked a street down from her house.

But she played the game right, and nothing ever led back to her. Until now.

“Where’s the money Bradley? I feel like I’ve been kissing your ass all week, the boss needs it now.”

A skinny blonde boy who looks like he had better days grunts in annoyance, “You’ll get your money...I’m just a little short right now.”

“Time’s up Ken doll, you know Carter will have your head for this.”

“Maybe he doesn’t have to know. Maybe this can be between us…”, Bradley strides carefully towards the blonde, a disturbing grin on his face which screams junkie. “Back the hell up now.”

Bea pulled her knife out with ease and pointed it towards him. She didn’t plan on actually using it. Murder was way out her budget for a simple money pickup but she knew that it would scare the boy easily. Except he kicked the blade out of her hold which prompted it to screech across the concrete before coming to a stop. Before Bea could think her fists reacted as she intercepted a punch that aimed straight for her jaw. She twists Bradley’s arm and he falls on his knees in pain. With his back to her, she kicks him down until he’s flat on his stomach.

“What is it exactly that you plan on doing now Bradley?” The blonde boy struggles under Bea’s foot but manages to reach around and slash at her ankle with a surprise shiv. Bea yelps in pain before kicking his head, rendering him unconscious.

“Stupid idiot. Had to make this harder than it should’ve been.”

Bea eventually finds the stash of money hidden under his mattress, an amateur hiding place at best. She congratulated herself for another job accomplished (kinda) and headed home. What the seventeen year old didn’t expect was the repulsive sound of a siren filling her ears as she stepped out onto her driveway. Her blood rushed to her head when she spotted Detective Steinhelm among the police officers surrounding her and retorts, “oh come on. I thought I told them about you harassing me. What do you want? Back here to strip search me again?”

The older woman only watches the blonde in eerie silence before smiling and gesturing to a police officer. “Beatriz Jackson you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law-”

“What the actual fuck!” Bea yanks her arms out of the officers reach which initiates a struggle for dominance. This was nothing new to her, but it still felt sickening. Like she was some pet.

“You have the right to have a lawyer present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you if you so desire.” Detective Steinhelm finishes speaking and approaches the still scuffling blonde, “if you keep resisting I will tase you myself.”

Bea bites back the urge to headbutt the old hag right in her stupid face but she didn’t need any extra charges, for whatever the hell it was she was being charged for.

“Tell me why the fuck I am being arrested and I’ll calm down.”

That’s when Bea notices a familiar (bruised up) face from earlier. His smirk was enough to eat at her skin and she felt burning hot rage.

“Your blood was found at the scene of Mr. Denbroughs assault. You are being arrested in the case of second degree assault with intent to hurt someone with a deadly weapon.”

***

Bea only got one year in prison due to her kickass lawyer Ina Kingsley who played the minor card at every opportunity given. She also pointed out the fact that the knife wasn’t bloodstained, and Bradley never had any stab wounds so there is no proof the weapon was ever used against him. And it technically wasn’t. Good thing she didn’t bring a gun instead.

She did miss her 18th birthday though. And a few months of her senior year. But that’s what summer classes were for right?

All eyes were on the blonde when she returned, and whispers spread throughout the school about a certain new girl. Bea paid no mind to the fingers that pointed in her direction but the newcomer did manage to catch her attention, and pretty quick at that.

“Hey Jackson, how was solitary confinement?”

“I heard they make you use the bathroom right through the tiny food slot.”

Bea rolls her eyes and pelts a piece of not-so-fresh bread right at Ford’s head. The other people at the table join in on the laughter and Bea shakes her head and smiles, “it was Juvie you dumbass, and they made us sit in a circle together every Thursday like we were in an AA meeting.

“That’s jail for babies, goldilocks here wouldn’t last a minute in a real prison”, Carter joins them at the table with a cocky smirk, yet his eyes soften when landing on Bea. She shares a similar look with him knowing they’ll have a real conversation later. Because they definitely didn’t get to have that when Bea was getting dragged away to the police station in cuffs, and every event after that.

“It’s our girl’s first day out, we have to celebrate. And it’s not like she’s on probation...right Bea?”

“I do have a curfew, and I’m on juvenile probation so…when we partying?” The crew laughs as Bea shrugs. Her mother will deal with it. Zoey scoots in next to the blonde and wraps her arm around her shoulder in a side hug. “So glad to have you back Bea, and we are not risking you breaking parole so let’s just go to a sport’s bar tonight.”

Bea nods her head in agreement as the first warning bell goes off and everyone starts to clean up. Zoey taps on her arm and points towards one of the farther tables where a lone figure sits, wiping her hands with a napkin. All Bea saw were blonde tresses until she turned and they made brief eye contact.

“She’s the new girl, Poppy Min Sinclair. Rumor is she’s got a rich white daddy. You should totally invite her to the party.”

“And why would I do that?”

Zoey squints her eyes and leans in closer, her hands under chin in thought, “she seems like the broody type, you two would click.” She laughs at Bea’s comical expression but the blonde can’t bother to look in her direction, she’s way too wrapped up in what little the stranger a few tables away had to offer. She would sit on that thought, Bea was not one to shy away from anything.

***

The two became friends quicker than anyone could think.

One day after school, Poppy’s car wouldn’t start. It just didn’t comply. You would think she’d be poised and call her mechanic to come fix it, but instead the blonde slumped against the driver’s side window and let out a visibly frustrated, high-pitched yelp. Bea watched her pace around the car and even...kick?...the front bumper with her heels in efforts to wake it up.

“You know I may be wrong but I think that only makes it worse..” She approaches the helpless blonde with a small grin. Poppy’s persistence amazed her though, she’s never seen anyone determined to beat a car up. An expensive one at that.

“I hope you have some idea how to fix it, unless you’re here to waste my time and ask me on a date.”

Woah.

Okay that definitely threw Bea on a whim. She lets out a sharp laugh and bites her lips in amusement. She strolls towards the front of her car, holding Poppy’s gaze the whole way. She liked that the blonde didn’t avert her eyes. “And if I did? We couldn’t take your car of course, it’s obviously impaired.”

Poppy smiles and turns to look at Bea properly. She checks out every inch of her with no visible shame. An assessment so to say, and she likes what she sees.

“It’s your lucky day Poppy, I happen to know a thing or three about cars, and I desperately want to get this thing working so we can go on that date.” She winks playfully but god does she mean it. Bea silently prayed that the blonde wouldn’t take it the wrong way, but she knew she won when Poppy didn't protest, instead getting comfortable under some shade and holding her hand out, “the stage is all yours Jackson.”

***

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that I can’t jump over this obvious not-so-protected fence?”

“Judging by the sign right next to it that says...oh wow who would’ve thought, “DO NOT ENTER”, I don’t think so”, Poppy deadpans. It didn’t phase Bea of course because she was already halfway up the fence when the blonde turned away from the sign. The girl had a point to prove, maybe not a valid one, but still a point.

Poppy pinches her eyebrows in exasperation before looking back up to a nonchalant Bea swinging her legs from the top of the fence. She winks down at the blonde, “join me?”

Poppy didn’t expect to be climbing fences with a charismatic girl who had the same color hair as her when she moved schools, but she found herself embracing every moment of it. Although the trip up there was a struggle and some.

“I swear to god there’s a wire in my ass.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“And we’re both going to end up in the hospital. Get. me. Down.”

Bea tries to hold in her laughter the whole way down but lets it loose when she sees Poppy still up there, partly hovering in the air. “Pops...I’ll catch you, don't worry. Climb down slowly.” She doesn’t. But Bea had her feet planted and ready because any moment with the sassy blonde was unpredictable.  And she loved it. Especially because she had Poppy engulfed in her arms and they were so close their noses touched.

Bea promised herself she’d kiss the girl next time.

***

“You’re...in a gang?”

Bea felt a clasp of cold air enter her lungs as she stared ahead. It wasn’t like she could hide it from Poppy. She has a reputation, and word has gotten around about the two getting close. This was just like that one time at the end of sophomore year where Bea met Kelly Hall, a beautiful girl with golden rimmed glasses. Unfortunately she only could imagine what could’ve been after whispers ended up right on the doorstep of Kelly’s parents, and she suddenly changed her number, and switched out of every class she had with Bea.

The blonde didn’t want to entertain the thought of Poppy doing the same, but this was a lifestyle she chose.

“I mean...how?”

Bea sighs and turns to look at her, “I fell into the wrong crowd. Or maybe it’s the right one because I never found a true home until I met them. They’re family, I wouldn’t expect you to get it though and I understand if you want to distance-”

“I of all people know what it’s like to not fit in Jackson. You’ve found people who make you feel safe. Maybe I don’t agree with the troubles that come with being in a gang but I don’t know the whole story.”

“Do you want to?”

Poppy wraps her arms around Bea’s and lays her head on her shoulder, “I want to know that you won’t get yourself hurt but I know that’s nearly impossible.”

Bea exhales slowly, not knowing what to say. She knew that this would upset Poppy but her acceptance meant more. She didn’t know what this would mean for the two of them, if there was a “them”, but she felt more encouraged to share more of her other life with the blonde.

“Just promise me one thing Jackson.”

“Yeah?”

Poppy’s voice comes out softer than expected, and Bea ingests every emotion that comes with it, “Promise me you won’t ever put yourself in a position where you have to choose between me or the gang.”

Bea finds her hand in the space where their thighs touched and latches onto it like a lifebuoy,

“I promise.”

***

“I just remembered something Poppy.”

“What, that you have half a brain cell? I thought that was established Jackson.”

Bea launches a pillow that (purposely) misses Poppy’s head by an inch. If she actually hit her and frizzed up her locks then she’d never hear, or see..or walk again.

“I’m being serious. I just remembered this too, we never went on that car date we talked about.”

Poppy squints her eyes in confusion, but was fully aware of what Bea was referring to. “You mean the first time we met?”

The blonde smiles to herself as she replayed that day in her head over and over again. She couldn’t decide if Bea’s openly flirty behavior is what drew her in or if it was her ability to fix any of her possessions with ease. And for free.

Bea pulls Poppy up by her hands until her back is against the lockers. Another perfect opportunity for the blonde to make do of that promise she made to herself, but something told her to wait just a bit longer. “So what do you say? Poppy Min Sinclair, will you go on a date with me?”

Poppy rolls her eyes playfully, pulling Bea in closer by the collar of her letterman, “now who’s being dramatic?”

“I didn’t hear a no”

“I think you know what the answer is.”

That night Zoey helped Bea prep for her first date with the girl that she could say she was almost in love with. The taller girl brushed some dust off of Bea’s jacket and planted her hands on her shoulders, “remember Jackson, give her the ride of her life. And I mean that in every way possible.”

Thanks Zoe.

Bea watched Poppy drive up in front of her house and something inside her mind couldn’t deny the pang her heart let out when she saw Poppy smile the way she did.

Bea took control of the driving and told Poppy to recline her seat and enjoy the ride, with her seatbelt on of course. Safe sacrifices. They cruised through an empty highway blasting Poppy’s spotify playlist named “Rich Bitch Songs” because that was their ideal perfect date. It’s amazing that the two could even come to an agreement, but here we are.

She watched the beautiful blonde sing her lungs out and couldn’t help but mirror her joy, taking her hands off the steering wheel. The pump of adrenaline prompts a new excitement in the air and Poppy wraps Bea into a secure hug, her hair flying wildly with the wind. Bea slows the car down but the rapid beating of her heart made it seem they were going 100 miles per second.

“I feel so alive Jackson.”

Bea stared at the girl in the passenger seat with a look that could only be described as love.

“You make me feel alive.”

Poppy kept talking and Bea found a way to focus on both the road and the blonde next to her. Because when you truly enjoy something, you’ll find a way to keep experiencing it. And Bea enjoyed hearing Poppy’s voice, she loved everything about her.

“I feel like kissing you.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“...Nothing. I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

They kiss when Bea pulls over.  A hot feeling consumes them like fire when their tongues collide and Bea plants her hands around Poppy’s hips, pushing her back into her seat until she’s on top. The windows easily start to fog up in reaction to the heat, and not once did they take their hands off each other.

Promise 1/2 kept

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End Note: This chapter was to build their relationship, more angst incoming. BIG THANKS to @somewillwin for letting me use Jackson <3333

Taglist: @samanthadalton @somewillwin @clowneryme @baexpoppy @poppysmc @doey-eyes8 @veenast @straightlikewetspaghetti @phoennixxsblog @a-ghost-girl

[stardew-saloon]

Weird headcannon request: what would your favorite villagers do in an apocalypse

Listen listen listen. I fucking love anything to do with the apocalypse, especially when zombies are involved. So I’ll write about that !!

This one took a while, sorry ! I wanted to include at least all of the bachelors, and then bachelorettes in another post maybe if I’m not lazy.

Also I follow someone on my other account and I really liked how they like, used different colors to highlight names, so I think I’m gonna do that ! It’s just cute okay :)

Bachelors in the Apocalypse

Alex

Alex thinks of himself as the most ready for the apocalypse. He’s got what he and his family need to survive for months. Food, weapons (Mostly just old baseball bats), clothes, and the Will to Survive.

The zombies probably come from Zuzu city. City people are dumb and get infected right when the virus hits. Everyone in SDV is safe. For now, at least.

Alex, unlike the other villagers, refuses to interact with anyone but his grandparents. He keeps contact extremely limited with people. The only time he ever interacts is when he goes to drop off cookies at Haley’s house, per Evelyn’s request.

He does miss his best friend, though. He misses everyone. He misses that time where he didn’t hear zombies going around the town, banging on doors and smacking their heads against windows. It sucks!

Alex takes a number of zombies down. He’s easily one of the toughest bachelors, plus he’s super strong. He wants to eventually take out all of them, make the valley a safe haven like it used to be. There’s still a long ways to go, but he’s slowly making progress.

His grandparents, especially Evelyn, help out by cooking for him and others. Alex helps out other villagers by dropping off little care-packages. It’s cute! It’s also his way of keeping in contact with everyone and making sure they’re okay.

Alex is the one in a zombie apocalypse movie to survive until the end. He makes the smartest choices and keeps his family safe. He can’t afford to lose anyone else.

Harvey

As a doctor, Harvey’s first thought when he hears about the zombie apocalypse is that he needs to find a cure.

And so he tries to. For about a week. Maru is in the office with him for a while, going back and forth from her house to the doctor’s office. It’s tough experimenting on zombies and it feels.. wrong.

Even though they’re a zombie, Harvey knows that there’s a person in there. Was a person. So he gives up on the cure and instead focuses on keeping the citizens healthy.

Harvey is a goddamn tank. Were he to be partnered with Alex, the zombies would be gone within two days. However, they have different concerns. Alex keeps the zombies away from the valley, and Harvey keeps them away from houses.

They have a good system. Harvey goes around the houses to do checkups, trying to keep some form of order in the new world. He makes sure the oldies stay healthy, despite being cooped up, and that the people that are out fighting stay un-zombieified.

I think Harvey would almost last to the end, but makes a careless mistake and gets bit. Fortunately, a cure comes around! He still did research on the zombies during the apocalypse, and his notes came in handy.

Elliott

You’d think by now that Elliott would be used to being cooped up in his house. He’s practically a hermit! The only time he used to go out was to sit by the ocean or see Leah at the bar.

Now that he has to stay in, he doesn’t like it. It’s the same as all of us with quarantine. Elliott never went out much before, but now that he can’t, he wants to.

He feels like dying of boredom within a week. Fortunately, the sense of impending doom creates a good writing atmosphere. He finishes at least three books during the span of the apocalypse.

However, Elliott isn’t very smart about his survival. He either forgets to eat the food that Alex drops off, or eats it before the week is up. It’s tough.

Eventually, Elliott decides he can’t survive on his own like this. He feels like he’s going mad. It makes for nice poetry, but for now, he needs to prioritize his health.

So he makes his way to Leah’s! He figures it’s probably a good idea. Nobody ever said that you couldn’t hang out with friends, or stay with them.

While going to Leah’s, he’s not very careful with avoiding any zombies. He’s not attacked, but he is followed. Leah let’s him in of course, and then end up holed up in her house. She’s lucky enough to have the forest near her house, so she can rely on that.

Elliott probably trips up somewhere and ends up dying first, joining the rest of the zombies. He’s not very good at being a zombie, though. Which might be for the best! He doesn’t run around very much and usually just hangs back by himself.

Sam

Sam thinks he’s going to be good at the whole apocalypse thing. He’s like “I’ve played enough first-person shooter zombie games to know how to fight them off.” Then the second he’s put into combat, he falters and doesn’t know what to do.

Lucky for him, Jodi is good at fighting. Kent knows how to defend the house. Vincent knows how to ask dozens of questions about what’s going on.

And Sebastian knows how to sneak into Sam’s window at night when they haven’t seen each other in a while. They still try and keep close, but most of their conversations are over the phone. It gets lonely, sometimes.

Sam isn’t necessarily smart about the apocalypse because he doesn’t need to be. He feels bad about relying on his parents, but you would too if you had his kickass parents.

He knows how to keep Vincent safe! Vincent is taken out at least once a week, mostly to see Jas. He misses her a lot. Sam likes to see Shane, too! He misses working with his buddy, even if his body was a grouchy alcoholic that waved him off whenever Sam got within ten feet of him. Good times.

Sam really wants things to be normal again, so he tries to stick with Alex whenever he sees him out. They’re good at fighting, but Sam is very chatty and often gets distracted by other things.

Other things are usually Abigail waving out of her window and whisper-shouting for Sam. Sometimes she’ll whip out the Samson!!! just to get his attention. It usually works. Alex will take a minute just to tease him.

Sam either survives until the end of the apocalypse, or dies about halfway through while on his many night trips to see Sebastian and Abigail.

Sebastian

Apocalypse? He doesn’t even know her.

Sebastian’s life is literally the exact same. Aside from hearing less people upstairs, nothing has changed about his life. Demetrius is upstairs working on a cure or something (Seb tuned out the second he started talking) and Maru goes off with Harvey sometimes.

He heard Robin say something about building a wall or something to keep the zombies out. He wasn’t planning to help very much, seeing as the others mom and some other villagers wanted to help out. Really, the only place the zombies are coming in is through the tunnel for the bus, so if they block that off, they’ll be fine.

Sebastian is more focused on other things. Like staying in contact with Sam and Abigail to make sure that they’re still kicking. Demetrius doesn’t let anyone outside of the house, so Sebastian sneaks everywhere, whether it’s outside to go smoke or to see his friends.

He’s pretty good at fighting, though. He can defend himself a whole lot better than Sam, who he thoughts would have more experience. They both thought his video game theory was true because they’re both dummies.

Those few times where Seb does get out of the house, he’s like a zombie killing machine. It’s too bad he’s doesn’t do it very often. He’s good at sneaking around, too. Those years of tiptoeing around the house to avoid his stepdad yelling at him are really paying off.

Honestly, the whole apocalypse could end and the zombies could dissapear, and Sebastian would have no idea. He'd still be down in the basement, messaging his friends and working on his coding.

Or, for a worse ending, zombies could storm his house, saving him for last, and he wouldn’t know until it was too late and he was surrounded by a horde.

I think Seb would end up surviving, though. He’s not necessarily good at the apocalypse, he’s just good at avoiding it.

Shane

When Shane thought about sobering up, he never imagined he’d have to do it like this. The apocalypse is pain in the ass for him.

He stays with Marnie and Jas, rarely leaving the property. He doesn’t like being holed up inside for so long because then he’s just alone with his thoughts, so Jas keeps him going most of the time.

As much as he hates to admit it, he misses his old life. He hated being employed at Joja, but it gave him something to do. And yeah, he misses his annoying coworker. Lucky for him, he gets to see him one a week when Sam and Vincent pop in.

Shane can act like he’s annoyed all he wants, but now? It’s he apocalypse. Why should he be so bitter?

I’m not going to say that the apocalypse changes Shane’s attitude, but he definitely has some revelations about himself that he wouldn’t have had under different circumstances.

Shane doesn’t like fighting zombies. Not as much as Alex does, anyways. But he still helps him out if it’s ever necessary. Shane is infinitely better at defending than he is attacking. He makes sure to keep the zombies away from their house, and the town in general.

Sometimes, Marnie will ask him to deliver stuff to Leah’s house, or Sam’s since they’re awfully close. It feels like a job to him, so he actually enjoys it. He’s surprised to see Elliott at Leah’s and immediately assumes they’re banging. He doesn’t ask any questions, though. He doesn’t care.

Shane probably ends up dying after a tiny mistake that could’ve easily been avoided. He doesn’t see it as that bad, since Jas is still safe. That was all that mattered to him, really. He either dies after a few months, or an entire year into the apocalypse. Either way he does not go down easily.

I would like everyone to know that I wrote these thinking that Lewis holes himself up in his house and does not help anyone out, so they kick him out and elect Alex as mayor. It was a silly thought I had, but then I just went with it.

Alex for Mayor 2020.

It’s not necessarily like, an official position, but they all kinda trust Alex to protect them, so he just assumes the position. He’s not the smartest, which is why Penny was elected to be Vice-Mayor (Alex’s words). They do a good job running the place.

Anyways that’s all! Hope you enjoyed! Sorry this took so long, it was a lot to write hah.

[atths--twice]

The Pregnancy Series 1/6

Contentment

And so begins the next chapter of their lives. The “what happens next” portion of the end of the series and of Soulmates (which I recommend you check out and of which I have recently posted). A season 12 of sorts, but no more X-Files, no more monsters in the dark, no more conspiracies. This is the life they deserve after all the shit they have been through- happy, together, a baby on the way that will not be taken, hunted, or need to be given up. 

I NEVER planned to fall into family stories for any reason. Seriously, it was not even on my radar. I had so many other stories to tackle and a baby story was not one I was super interested in working on. Then a tweet was posted about it being Father’s Day and Scully would be so far along and how Mulder would he be talking to her belly and well... I was gone. 

I wrote this one and thought I was done, but no. I went on to write over 30 more, so get ready... :) 

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Mulder and Scully, together once again, content and cuddling in the Unremarkable House.

(Oh, and we obviously don’t have any pregnant photos from the revival, sooooo.... ) 

June 2018

Mulder sat on the front porch, his feet up on the railing, as he leaned back, enjoying the breeze of the summer day. It had not been too hot, for which he was grateful. It had been warm the last couple days, but today was good. Today was good.

Scully was inside making a late lunch/early dinner. Now that they were not working at the FBI anymore, they were home more. Scully had been back at the hospital for almost two months. Mulder was still thinking of what he wanted to do with his time. He had been writing, but he was not completely devoted to it yet. It helped him though, helped with all they had gone through.

He was content for now. Content being home with Scully. Watching her body change as her pregnancy progressed. Being there for every step of it this time. Holding her hand while they heard the heartbeat for the first time. Him crying and falling to his knees. She had murmured to him that it was okay, they were okay.

He scrubbed a hand down his face and closed his eyes. He still did not know how this baby came to be. Well, he thought with a smile, he knew how, because he had been there and it had been amazing. Both times. And every time since.

But this pregnancy, five months in and he still was stumped. Years of no discussion, no thought, no consideration of it and they were never expecting. Then they had a discussion in a hotel room, a roundabout discussion about their lives, their hopes, and what they had wanted. Then, he thought smiling, then she had kissed him. Kissed him like she had for years, full of love and promise.

He had rolled her on her back and looked at her until she smiled, giving him the green light. He took care of her first, he owed her that. Owed her his time and devotion. She broke quickly, calling his name, and holding tightly to his hair. She had been breathing hard, whispering his name, as he kissed her and joined their bodies. It was fast, but wonderful.

He got up and stepped over to the screen door and looked in at her. She had music on, though he could not place it. She was swaying to it as she made whatever she was working on. His heart swelled watching her. At the way her body was already changing. The extra weight, the shape of her body. He loved her so much, he would do anything to make her happy. He knew that beyond anything else. She was more important to him than anyone had ever been.

He sighed and sat back down in his chair, feeling the wind blow, closing his eyes. He needed to relax, will his body to calm down, his mind to stop racing, to not start thinking beyond what was happening in the here and now.

“Hey,” she said through the door, then pushed it open. She walked over to him and touched his arm. His eyes flew open and she smiled. “You hungry? Ready to eat?” She ran her fingers across his arm, tickling him, her smile widening. Her other hand was on her belly. The swell of her made him smile.

He pushed himself up and grabbed her hand, heading inside. She laughed and followed behind, squeezing his hand.

She had made a salad and chicken breasts for them. Something healthy for them and for the baby. She was determined to be better with her eating habits of late.

“This looks great,” he said, as he sat down and took a big bite of chicken. “I’m even going to eat the salad.” He said with a wink and a smile. “But, do we have any beer? It will make the salad taste better, I think.”

She laughed as he got up to see if there was beer in the fridge. She heard the bottle open and knew he had found at least one. He winked at her again as he sat back down. She smiled at him and grabbed her knife and fork. It was quiet for a bit as they both ate their food.

Mulder looked at her as he took a drink of his beer. “How are you feeling, Scully? You okay?” He stared at her looking for any sign that she was sad or feeling sick.

“Mulder, you’ve asked me that at least three times today. Every time, I’ve told you I’m fine. Do I not look fine to you?” she asked as she stared back at him, eyebrows raised, a small smile on her face.

“That’s not a fair question, Scully. If I say no, it implies I don’t think you’re fine- which I absolutely do,” he said with an eyebrow waggle, while she rolled her eyes. “But if I say yes, it implies I’m not actually sincere in my questioning. So..how are you?” He smiled and waited.

She sighed and folded her hands in her lap. “I was a little sick this morning, as you know. I’m a little tired, but other than that I am okay.” She gave him a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. He reached for her hand and she took it. He threaded his fingers with her and squeezed.

“How about if we watch a movie after we eat? You pick, and I’ll clean up. Any movie you want to watch. Yes, even Steel Magnolias.” She chuckled and squeezed his hand back. She nodded and let go of his hand so they could finish their food.

He took their plates to the sink as she picked out a movie. He was washing the dishes when he heard the music of the movie she picked and he smiled. Mystery Men. He liked this movie and she tolerated it. Of course she would pick something he would like. As he set the dishes in the rack, he looked over at her as she sat on the couch and rubbed her belly. He loved watching her do that almost as much as he loved doing it to her.

He hurried his cleaning so he could go sit with her and touch her belly. Hopefully the baby would be awake tonight so he could feel it moving again. The first time it happened, it scared the shit out of him. They had been lying on the couch spooning, his hand on her belly when he felt it move. He pulled his hand back and shouted. She had laughed and put his hand back. For twenty minutes, he had felt the wave like feeling of his baby moving around inside her. He had cried into her neck as she turned to him and held him.

He joined her on the couch, lying down, put a pillow on her thighs, and put his head down, facing her belly. She smiled down at him, while she stroked his hair. The late afternoon sun was coming through the windows and his face looked beautiful in this light. He pressed a kiss to her belly and started mumbling into it, his lips warm against her shirt.

“Do you want me to turn the movie on? Or do you want to just speak to my stomach?” She scratched her nails into his scalp and his eyes closed. He loved when she did that, it felt so good. He put his head back and looked at her.

“Scully, I read in one of the numerous books I ordered, it is important for the baby to hear our voices. He, or she, hears yours all the time, but I don’t get unlimited belly time. So, I have to use my time wisely. Tonight I’m telling him or her, about the Mothmen in Florida. About how we were hunted down and built a kickass ladder tower of dead bodies. So, if you’ll excuse us.” He put his mouth against her stomach again and started talking.

She leaned her head back against the back of the couch and smiled. She muted the television and instead listened to him tell their baby about a trip in the woods that had almost killed them. Well, another trip in the woods, as there had been many. But she could hear him telling this little miracle about how brave she had been, how she tried to light a fire with gunpowder-really smart your mom, how she had held him, kept him warm, when he was hurt.

She ran her fingers through his hair over and over, reveling in the feel of it. So soft and so familiar. She had missed him so much. Had missed nights like this, lying on the couch and watching movies. Now, his attention was on her and the life growing inside her. She loved him so much, her heart ached with love every time he laid like this and talked to their child.

She raised her head and looked down at him. He was talking about how she had sung him a song and it had been the most beautiful singing he had ever heard, when the baby moved, right against his mouth. He pulled back stunned and Scully laughed and laughed at his expression.

“Oh Mulder, I think either he or she is telling you to shut up, or calling you the liar that you are. Remember, I am with him or her all the time. My singing has been heard.” She laughed again and he put his mouth back against her.

“Don’t listen to her little bean, her voice is beautiful, because it’s hers. I love everything about her and her singing voice is part of the package.” He put his hand on her belly, moving it around, trying to feel the movement again. “She didn’t have to sing, but I asked her to and she did. That’s how it works with us, my bean. We ask of each other and we oblige. It’s a partnership. Give and take, push and pull.” He put his head back and looked at Scully. She smiled at him and stroked his face.

“I got incredibly lucky when they sent your mama to me, little bean. They thought she would be my undoing, but she was what I needed. She was my saving grace. I don’t tell her that enough, but it’s the truth.” He was telling the baby but looking at Scully. Her eyes filled with tears, but he was not done. “I almost lost her, my sweet bean. I was so close. I made some bad mistakes and I almost lost the one person I love most in this world.” He was still stroking her belly, staring in her eyes. Her tears spilled over and ran down her face.

“But, we found our way back,” his voice was lower now, the one that gives her the shivers. “We fought through the bad and the darkness to find the light again. You are part of that light, my sweet bean. You would not be here if we hadn’t fought like hell to get back to each other. I am so grateful for you. You are a testament of our love and our hope for the future." He put his mouth back on her stomach and she resumed stroking his hair. “We are going to have so many wonderful adventures. I can’t wait to experience them with you.” He kissed her belly and closed his eyes, his cheek resting against her.

As he lay there quietly, the baby moved again, right on his cheek. His eyes flew open and he looked up at her. She smiled, tear stains on her face. They both laughed at what appeared to be the baby giving him a kiss goodnight. He pressed his face against her and whispered goodnight.

The sun had set and it was the beautiful moment in the day, when the crickets and nighttime insects started their mating sounds. The males calling for their females. Mulder empathized with them tonight. He understood their hope and pain, he had felt in himself. But his female, his mate, his love, was there and his heart was happy, so very happy. They sat in the silence of the house, listening through the screen door. They began to breathe in unison.

Mulder shifted and sat up. He moved to the end of the couch, and reached for her. She went to him and laid her head on his shoulder, on her side. He shifted again, lying on his side wrapping his arms around her. He lifted his leg, allowing hers to slide between his. He pulled his leg up close to her hip, holding her close. One hand moved to her hair, the other low on her waist.

“Pretty soon we won’t be able to lie here like this,” she said as she nestled into his neck, smelling his scent and closing her eyes.

“What do you mean? Feels pretty cozy to me,” he said as he scratched her head with his fingers. She hummed and kissed his neck. He hummed back and pulled her closer.

“Right now, we fit perfectly with, as you call it, the bean between us. Give it a month..” She trailed off and he scoffed.

“Then we will just have to cuddle like this in bed. Problem solved.” He ran his hand up her back and she sighed.

“If we stay here too long, I’m going to fall asleep,” she said, her eyes already feeling heavy. His fingers in her hair was like a sleep aid. She felt so relaxed, content.

“Sleep then, Scully. Sleep.” He tightened his hold on her and brushed a kiss on her forehead. “I love you, my angelic songstress.”

He felt her laugh against his neck. “I love you too, you absolute liar.” He chuckled and kissed her again as she sighed and relaxed further into him.

The crickets sang and the summer air was warm. It created a peaceful atmosphere as all three inhabitants rested in a cocoon of love. Love created on the outside in the tangle of limbs, and love created on the inside. Swirling, growing, and preparing for the adventures her father would take her on.

[deancas-fanfiction]

Hardest Part is Letting Go

Part 1/7

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Summary: Upon his diagnosis of a terminal illness, Dean vows to spend the rest of his short life with Cas by his side, completing his bucket list while learning what it really means to live and love. 

Also available on ao3.

Dean had never been a romantic – that was always Cas and his extravagant date planning. It was incredibly endearing, but Dean just wasn’t one of those people that cared about that kind of stuff. He loved it because Cas loved it. Funny how a terminal illness can change someone.

           It was one year earlier, just after Dean’s thirtieth birthday. Recently he hadn’t been feeling well. His energy level was low, and the sweeping waves of nausea became all too familiar. While low energy wasn’t exactly uncommon for him, this was different. Dean barely had the energy to get out of bed. At first, Cas assumed it was some kind of flu, so they spent day in bed watching old western movies and eating soup. It was a few days later when Dean realized something wasn’t quite right. Along with the loss of energy, came the loss of appetite, and consistent headaches. Dean hid it well, though. After all, he didn’t want to worry Cas or Sam. So he pretended everything was fine for the next few weeks and almost convinced himself he was starting to feel better. He thought that with time it would eventually go away. However, it ws quite the contrary.

           One morning Dean awoke at his worst with a sharp, hot pain in his head; it was by far the most excruciating thing he has ever experienced. Biting down on his pillow, he screamed. He screamed until his voice was hoarse, just trying to release some of the pressure in his head. His nails dug into the blankets, begging for the pain to end. Soon darkness took over his vision and he drifted into blissful unconsciousness, away from the pain.

           The next time Dean woke up he was in a hospital, with an IV hooked to his right arm and an oxygen tube in his nose. The fluorescent lights were harsh, highlighting the deep bags under his eyes. At least the pain in his head had subdued. His vision became sharper as the flog from the drugs cleared. Dean looked around the room, noting the ‘get well soon’ balloons and cards that littered the room. To his left was a card with a scrawl so ineligible it could only be identified as Sam’s attempt at handwriting. But the thing that caught his attention was Cas, sitting in this stiff chair next to his bed, his head resting on his hands.

           Dean shot up, suddenly alarmed as he remembered the events that led to him being here. He sat up, pulling at the IV, panic rising in his chest. His hate for hospitals was heightened and all he could focus on was getting out of here. But then Cas’s head shot up to the sounds of Dean rustling in bed. He scooted his chair closer to the bed, resting his hand on Dean’s.

           Dean frowned as he observed his boyfriend’s face. His nose was runny, and his eyes were pink and swollen. He had been crying. It was enough to stop Dean’s frantic movements as his heart rate increased. Cas very rarely cries, and when he does it’s for good reason. Cas ignored Dean’s questioning look. With light touches, he brushed Dean’s matted hair out of his face. It was comforting, but if anything, it just worried Dean more.  

           An advanced terminal illness. That’s what the test results said.    

           Those four words ruined Dean and Cas’s life. Those four words unraveled years of plans the two had previously made, imagining they had all of the time in the world. Now he was told he would have two years if he was lucky. Dean’s doctors offered aggressive treatment to prolong the inevitable, but he denied it. He knows what that treatment does to patients. They’re violently ill, bed ridden, and spend most of their time imprisoned in hospitals. Dean wanted to spend the rest of his short life as himself, with Cas by his side.

It wasn���t something to easily become accustomed to. Cas was in denial in the beginning. He went about life as if nothing has changed, but at night he would hold onto Dean extra tight, with no intention of letting go. It went on like this for a few weeks, until Dean came home from visiting Sam for the weekend to find Cas sitting on the kitchen floor sobbing. Dean dropped his duffel bag and wrapped his arms around Cas. He held him close, kissing the top of his head, burying his nose into his boyfriend’s dark hair, memorizing his scent. His hand rubbed small circles on Cas’s back, knowing it comforts him. He nearly let out a humorless laugh at the thought that he was the one dying, but also the one doing the comforting. It was then that he realized Cas is the only that has to live without him. If it was Cas dying, Dean knew he’d be completely broken too.

After they both released the emotions they had been repressing, they actually felt a little better. Now that they accepted the inevitable, they could live each day to the fullest. Without further discussion, Dean and Cas quit their respective jobs to focus on living life in the now. Besides, that’s what emergency savings are for, right?

This brings Dean to where he is now. Sitting in the living room at three in the morning with a glass of bourbon, paper, and a pen. He could feel his health slowly deteriorating and he knew he was running out of time. Dean estimated he had about six months remaining. At night he’d close his eyes and be met with the image of a clock. It would start with the seconds slowly ticking by and then morph into something sinister. Suddenly it was a calendar, with pages tearing away and flying off until there was nothing left but blackness and silence. There was nothingness. He’d wake in a cold sweat, with the constant reminder of the inevitable looming over his head. Dean shook his head, shaking the dark thoughts. He took a sip of his drink before focusing back on the task at hand.

1.     Have breakfast in bed

2.     Stargaze until the sun rises

3.     Kiss in the rain

4.     Rent a beach house for the weekend

5.     Watch Sam graduate from law school

6.     Go on a road trip with a kickass playlist

7.     Get married

8.     Go skinny dipping

9.     Die loved

Dean hadn’t realized he was crying until a tear his list, smudging some of his handwriting. There was still so much he wanted to do, so much more he wanted to see but deep down he knew he didn’t have the time for it. Hell, he didn’t=’t even know if he had time for his list. But he was going to try. He looked back at a few items on the list and managed a small smile, so much for not being a romantic.

Dean looked up when he heard some shuffling and the opening of a door. His eyes met a sleepy Cas, with his blue eyes bleary and hair ruffled more than usual. It was a sight he could never get sick of.

“Can’t sleep?” Cas asked quietly. Dean hummed in response, struggling to get his emotions in check. He hated this vulnerability that came with the diagnosis. Making this list made him even more emotional and he knew that crying in front of Cas would only make things harder.

“Me neither,” Cas sighed, joining Dean on the couch. He leaned into his side, curling in to soak in his body heat. “I can never sleep very long without you next to me.”

Dean smiled at that and kissed Cas on the temple. Cas sighed contentedly before frowning when he saw the list in Dean’s hand. “Is that your bucket list?”

“Yeah, I figured since we have some time, we should make the most of it, you know? And there’s a lot of things I’ll never get the chance to do, so I thought I’d make a list of the ones most important to me.”

Cas gingerly grabbed the list out of his hand and read through it, a sad smile on his face. “No backpacking across Europe?”

“I don’t think there’s time for a trip to Europe,” Dean mumbled. He and Cas had dreamed of backpacking across Europe since they were in college. They talked of romantic stops in Italy for the food, France for the champagne, Ireland for the Guinness and beautiful countryside, Scotland for the scotch, and so much more. Cas just nodded in response, swallowing the lump in his throat. He didn’t want to think about the concept of time at the moment.

“What do you want to do first?” Cas asked, his voice cracking.

“Right now, all I want to do is go to bed with you.”

“Alright, then let’s go to bed,” He replied, grabbing Dean’s hand and leading him into the bedroom with a sly smile on his face.

The next morning Dean awoke with another headache. He wasn’t surprised, it’s been happening a lot more often lately. He sat up and reached for the numerous pill bottles on the table next to the bed and took the numerous pills prescribed to him by his doctors to keep his symptoms under control. Forcing his legs out from under the warmth of the blankets, Dean got up to go see what Cas was doing. While Dean has always slept later than Cas, he usually lays in bed with him reading a book while waiting for Dean to wake. After all, Cas knows how much Dean hates waking up alone.

           Just as Dean was crossing the door, he was met with Cas carrying a tray full of chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, a heaping pile of bacon and his usual cup of coffee.

           “Cas…” Dean started, realizing what he was doing.

           “Dean! You ruined it. To have breakfast in bed, you actually need to be in bed.” He pouted which caused Dean to laugh at his boyfriend. He quickly turned around and crawled back into their bed.

           “We don’t have to do everything on the list right away, angel.” He retorted, pulling the warm blankets on his lap. His voice came across softer than the joking manner he intended. His gratefulness for Cas shone through his usual sarcastic façade. Cas chose to ignore the comment and set the tray on the middle of the bed, settling next to him. “But thank you,” Dean added, giving Cas a kiss on the lips.

           Cas smiled, his blue eyes impossibly bright in the early afternoon light. Dean sighed, staring as he admired Cas’s beauty. His dark hair is tousled, sticking in all directions accompanied with the stubble that comes from not shaving for a few days. He’s dressed in one of Dean’s classic rock shirts and a pair of boxers, with the smell of coffee lingering on his breath. Dean smiles at him, bacon momentarily forgotten, only consumed by thoughts of Cas. When things get bad, he wants to remember this specific moment and how happy the two of them are. ‘When things get bad…’ Dean ended that train of thought and shook himself out of his daze, turning his attention to his delicious breakfast instead.

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A/N: Hi friends! I’m so excited to post my first Dean/Cas fanfic! I’ve written for other fandoms before but I just can’t shake the finale so here’s my coping mechanism. This fic is finished, totaling at about 15,000 words. I plan to post either weekly or twice a week, depending on the reception this gets. Please let me know any feedback or submit any prompts!

[darkstarcore]

i will do 2 hyperfixationz, for mario: 📌 💕 and mlp: 🍀 💎

I will do funny plumber game first, then pastel horses! And I know how to do a read more on mobile 😎

Super Mario

📌 How did you find your hyperfixation?

For Super Mario as an entire franchise, I don’t quite remember actually. I think it was a super long time ago when I was like... six or seven. I’m gonna guess I saw a Mario game on either my babysitter’s daughter’s Wii or some ballerina’s DS (mom was a ballerina once). Bowser was my favorite character for a good while, and this is important because...

I first got Bowser’s Inside Story, my first Mario and Luigi game, after I saw kid play it at a hotel while my mom was doing a meeting in the party room. Basically tiny me went “whoa you can play as Bowser :o” so I asked my mom for the game for Christmas. Took me forever to get out of Cavi Cape but it was fun. Then a few years later I randomly looked up fanart and fanfiction for Fawful (who left a big impression on me in the past), went down the rabbit hole, and whoOPS here I am now.

💕 Tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!

I think the last time I did this ask meme, I answered this question for Fawful, so...

In case it wasn’t clear to anyone, instead of a brain, I have the Dark Star in my head always. It’s so oddly specific and yet I can’t be bothered to stop liking it. I just really like the Dark Star as a concept! Stars in Mario are supposed to be forces of good, or at least neutral. Then we have the Dark Star who was like “actually I want to be evil” and we have a canonically evil star now. It’s not like the Ztars from Mario Party either, the Dark Star is consciously aware of its actions and chooses to use its powers to cause problems on purpose.

I also have pain on my back from carrying all the wasted potential of the Dark Star on my shoulders. I just think it’s fun and sexy of me to make my own lore for it (of which I have a decent amount). I have stolen this star from AlphaDream’s cold, dead hands. What are they gonna do about it, debunk it in a new game? I’d like to see them try. 💜

Also it’s purply-blue and black and has a kickass battle theme, “Destroy the Dark Power!” is the only Mario and Luigi theme.

———

My Little Pony

🍀 Do you have any kins or comfort characters from your hyperfixation?

My heart goes to Princess Twilight Sparkle! I think it’s very cool of Hasbro to make a horse after me.

In my pre-trauma days (don’t worry it wasn’t caused by MLP, I was lucky enough as a kid to avoid the weird shit), Rainbow Dash was my favorite of the Mane 6 cause “wow she’s so cool and not girly!” But then I rewatched/caught up on MLP this year, and actually, Twilight is my new favorite Mane 6 pony. She’s actually way more relatable to me than Rainbow Dash ever was in the past.

She’s ND coded for sure, somewhat introverted, (initially) struggles to make friends, “gifted” in terms of academic achievement, gets overly stressed and panicky over “little things” going wrong or not going to plan, doesn’t know what to do with her “gifts” that represent her accomplishments, and most importantly... she’s purple.

Basically I am horse.

💎 Are there any fun facts or trivia that you would like to share?

Fun fact, everyone should unironically watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

Other thing... my pony trivia isn’t as good as it used to be, but I do have something!

Sunset Shimmer’s magic color changes from green/teal in Equestria Girls (the movie) to red in Rainbow Rocks and onwards!

It’s to represent her redemption, which is good! It suits her more, plus green is usually the color of evil in Equestria Girls (the series).

[dujourmeans]

boone mooney / twenty-two / ‘boarder / psychic.

face tba ‣ the product of a one night stand with his now married parents: forsyth “goose’ mooney, self-proclaimed “bi-legend”, and tanya kim, a former professional mechanical bullrider. ‣ works at his dad’s super shady but “fun!!!” theme park, goose’s world. ‣ has two older (but very close in age) half-siblings that grew up only spending weekends and holidays with goose while he was lucky enough to get the whole raising experience with him during the peak of his mom’s international “touring”. ‣ starting skateboarding after playing his first tiny hawk (aka tony hawk) game some in the early 2000s. ‣ is really good at it and was briefly sponsored by a local sporting label that helped him get into a few competitions aired on espn and shit before he flipped off someone on screen and got cut out of his contract … at sixteen. ‣ has at least three pet names for all of his closest friends, and sixteen to twenty for his current girlfriend, the babely nancy myers. ‣ has about sense as anyone who actively / willingly participated in stunts on jackass. ‣ has six pairs of kickass pepperoni pizza; they literally look the same and he wears them around all the time. but it’s never the same pair!!! guess which one it is on any given day though and he’ll be able to tell you by an impossible stain or some random wear and tear. ‣ uses “big” words ala bill and ted, but doesn’t always know what they mean. ‣ not not smart, but not … actually smart either. ‣ into that sexy classic rock or … you know, old adult contemporary. ‣ just a hyped nice guy looking to have a nice sexy time. 

   needs.

his half-brother!! who’s requested here!! another guy and two girls to join a hellion crew with him, asher and dominic!! (read more about it #here). someone that he used to date that now works at cvg or something that he always runs into and awkwardly tries to shoot the shit with. friends??? millions of them. also people that he can show his pet opossum, trash baby, off to.

rocky im / twenty-five / profesh hellion / dark.

face tba ‣ aka roxanne. ‣ three years into a job at mortem manor; juggles running the coffin experience with managing the “exit” gift shop. ‣ how she turned out is a classic result of a childhood spent being able to get away with almost anything she wanted to thanks to tired parents who were virtually done trying to be too strict after going through with the motions with their older kids. ‣ always going way harder than she probably would be, even when it comes to something as mundane as shuffling a deck of cards or helping her mom out with clipping out coupons. ‣ had to be talked down from spending half a years worth of savings to down south to make a play at beating the record time for someone lasting at mckamey manor. ‣ was sixteen when she convinced her parents to let her go skydiving for the first time - she’s gone five times since. ‣ wants to get her pilots license, but she’s an terrifyingly bad driver so the people in her life had kind of made a vow to distract her from ever being able to. ‣ was a background player for a short horror movie called slasher by the mononymous local legal director, seth, that revolved around a killer who slashed people’s asses ‣ (she’s proud of it too). ‣ isn’t the best at holding her liquor, but likes to think she is which is kind of an issue ‣ isn’t necessarily competitive … unless we’re talking about board games, bar trivia or mario kart - all bets are off with those three. ‣ likes wearing dungarees. ‣ very loud .. but if you’ve been around her you probably know that already. ‣ super charming which is probably why she’s kept her job for as long as she can (considering how often she accidentally breaks shit on location while trying to prove a point). ‣ makes a mean grilled cheese sandwich. ‣ equal parts lover and fighter; she is not afraid to fight you if she has to.

   needs.

the one friend left in her childhood friend crew!! (request can be found here!) two older and one younger sibling!! (req here)  other childhood friends?? more coworkers? people that she went to high school with? fellow adrenaline junkies (ie: people with questionable decision making skills)? a few past casual relationships?? like … really casual. because she’s too long term wrapped up in her bff to ever get legitimately serious with someone.

gideon kan / nineteen / university student / ice.

felix lee ‣ the more rebellious half of a set of fraternal twins … and there was def a point a few years ago where he wouldn’t let anyone forget that. ‣ comes from an incredibly catholic third generation korean american family. ‣ was homeschooled until he was nine, went to a private catholic school until he was thirteen, and spent the majority of his summers attending bible studies and bible themed summer camps. ‣ started attending public high school during his freshman year, which is when the chaos beginning (in the words of his parents). ‣ spent the majority of his high school days being a total brat to everyone in an attempt to push back from how he was raised; did virtually everything you’d expect a ~wannabe rebel~ to do from socially smoking to sneaking out in the middle of the night to go to trashy bog parties. ‣ kind of started to scale back from that sort of rebellion during his last year of high school in favor of general moodiness. ‣ currently finishing his first year at university of central florida, where he’s studying radio and television broadcasting. ‣ “aspires” to become a radio dj right out of graduation. ‣ currently co-hosts a late night radio show with two of his closest friends that juggles discussion of popular culture and ~giving advice with #good tunes. ‣ terrified his parents into tears when they listened to his first broadcast and he gave painfully descriptive advice about a threesome; they haven’t listened in since. he’s become even more of a lost cause to them since then. ‣ not as above it all as he tries to act like he is.

   needs.

his twin sister and older siblings!! (click here) two best friends who’re also the co-hosts on his radio show??? people that he grew up with?? friends from high school???? probably some sort of ex from high school that he had a very brief relationship with?? someone that he had a mild friends-with-benefits thing going with at the start of the school year that kinda just … stopped out of nowhere?? or they decided they were better as friends, whichever.

[bumblbytrash]

Yo fuckers, guess what today is??

It’s National Girlfriends day 👭🏳️‍🌈

And I think it might just be time to talk about one of y’all’s favorite canon ships: Dancing Bees💃🏻🐝

So y’all know who @tapdancingbrain (Aryle) is. She’s my girlfriend, and we’ve been dating for 4 months ago(but met and started talking nearly a month before that). And in these 5 months, oh lord, so much has happened. How about a highlight reel?

Tho if you’ve been following me these past 5 months and have managed to not figure out who she is, kudos, you may just be one of the most oblivious people on the planet.

Right along with Ary when we first started talking.

*cough*NotToPullReceiptsOrAnything*cough*

I think sometime after the third time telling Ary I did in fact like her like her and was flirting with her, it began to sink in 😋my adorable oblivious tol dork.

But! I really gotta hand it to wishciruit, without her ask about coming out in the workplace, me and Ary never would have even met. This whole wild ride started just cause Ary made a silly joke and I told her she sounded fun. Literally the most random and in passing interaction you could really have with someone.

But I dunno. At least for me, something about her stood out, drew me in. I mean shit, there’s a reason I started aggressively reblogging her reblogs in a LENGTHY chain we made out of us flirting with each other.

And honestly?

Thank god.

Thank god I got to meet this amazing and beautiful young woman with a kickass sense of humor who laughs at my shitty jokes and makes them with me. Thank god i get to have this incredible woman in my corner, and thank god I get to be in hers.

And damn, y’all remember fucking bootsgate right? Hahaha, one night we’re chatting, as we literally did every day nonstop, and it came up that I was cleaning my black leather thigh high boots and the poor girls melts. 😂😂

Also, ya know, all the Death By Ary Art™️, our RWBY AU characters, all of the funny and sweet comics she made, the flowers she drew me, the owl made out of flowers. Y ‘all, I know that shit takes effort and then she’s gonna just drop in the tags “Rachael inspires me” and expect me to survive that? Incorrect. I died, multiple times. Still do die every time I see her art whether it’s for me or something from forever ago.

Y’all, I just gotta say it, I love this girl. She inspires me too, every day. I’ve written more poetry in the past few months than I have my whole life. She’s just sweet enough to give you a toothache, funny enough to leave you in stitches, caring enough to literally join the Care Bears, and god, I could literally say so much about her. But ima just summarize and say she’s really pretty fucking great, and whenever she forgets how great she is I try my best to remind her cause damn. How’d I get so lucky?

My one and singular complaint is just that teleportation hasn’t been invented in these 5 months. But Ary’s trip to NY to see me was amazing. I remember as I was driving to the airport, waiting for her to land, I had the gut wrenching feeling that it was going to be painfully awkward. And then I pulled up to the curb and I saw her over the other cars (cause she’s a fucking tol bean y’all) and I thought “damn, she’s even prettier than I thought” and that bad feeling just flew away.

Of course, ya know. In Ary’s typical fashion, the very first thing she said to me was a shorty joke 😂

But, then I took her home, showed her my place, introduced her to my cats (yea, I know, lesbian stereotypes are real) and then we just chilled. Hung out, went to see an art museum, watched shows together, played our favorite games together, tol a trip out of the country to Montreal together, cooked together, at one point decided maybe we should have a proper dinner + movie date.

And you know what?

It was fucking great.

Literally every single minute, even when we weren’t doing anything but cuddling in silence. Amazing.

We just had a wonderful time and ima come clean here and say it sucked when she left. I cried, quite a bit. She was only here for 10 days but they are some of the best in my life and I miss getting to hold her hand everyday.

But hey, at the end of the day, my babe is The Babe™️ and I’m damn lucky to have her. It’s been a wild and crazy ride, one that isn’t even close to being done and one I never wanna get off. Hahaha and one I’m sure y’all have enjoyed watching 😋

And y’all can fight me if you think my babe deserves anything but happiness and goodness.💪🏻🥥💪🏻

[whitecrossgirl]

Why Don’t You Do Right?

AN: So here is the Who Framed Roger Rabbit AU that no one asked for but I wrote it anyway, mainly because of the mental image of Gwendoline Christie as Jessica Rabbit. I messaged @sassbewitchedmyass about this idea and with her kickass encouragement, I decided to write it. I hope you enjoy it.

Tyrion had been surprised when Daenerys Targaryen had contacted him. He had made it clear that despite the lull in people hiring a private detective, he would not work for anyone in show business. Not after Bronn was murdered by someone in the business, someone who had taken every step to hide their tracks and it seemed all of showbiz had helped them to do so. Bronn had been more than a best friend, he had been like a brother to him and things just hadn’t been the same. He barely focused on his work, numbing his pain with wine and scotch, just punching time until the inevitable. Then Daenerys Targaryen, CEO and owner of Three Dragons Studios had contacted him, requesting his services to confirm whether the spouse of one of her best actors was having an affair. Initially he had dismissed her; he was a private detective, not a gossip magazine. Actors having extra-marital affairs was of no concern to him.

“Why would I do that?” Tyrion had asked and Daenerys raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe because the employee in question is your brother Jaime?” Daenerys challenged, causing Tyrion to almost choke on his drink.

He had not seen or heard from Jaime for years. Tyrion had walked out on his family at the age of eighteen; fed up with the toxic environment, the taunts, insults and belittlement. He had refused to keep in contact with any member of his family; didn’t bother to look up any further developments in their lives. Indeed, the only reason he knew Jaime was in the same city was because of Jaime’s fame. Like Tyrion, Jaime had turned his back on the family, however it seemed that had been the best thing for him. Jaime was a talented actor and with his talent, good looks and charm, he had quickly become the most sought after actor in the business. Surprisingly, it was actually his voice acting which had made him an icon. He voiced the character Roger Rabbit; a carefree cartoon rabbit who constantly got into foolish shenanigans. Jaime had turned the character into one of the most beloved in recent years and definitely the most popular thing to come out of the Three Dragons Studio. Yet that was all he knew about Jaime’s life. He didn’t read any of the interviews Jaime gave or watched any of the movies or TV shows he starred in. He didn’t even know Jaime was married.

“I didn’t know Jaime was married.” Tyrion said and Daenerys gave a wry smile.

“He’s devoted to her and she’s playing him like a fool. Rumour has it, she’s got this thing with Tormund Giantsbane, one of the main players at Jon Snow’s White Wall studios. If that’s true, it explains the mole in our business, feeding Jon Snow all our ideas and secrets.” Daenerys explained. She and Jon Snow were in charge of two of the biggest studios in the business and spies were everywhere between the two companies. It made sense to her that they would get someone both connected to the studios but not employed to source their information.

“So what do you want me to do?” Tyrion asked. “I don’t work showbiz. It’s a nest of vipers.”

“I want you to get proof of this affair. Get that proof, Jaime knows the truth and we can all get back to business.” Daenerys explained. She wasn’t that overly concerned about Jaime’s marriage but he was the most valued actor in her company. If anything happened to him; if he quit or his wife made him leave for White Wall; it would ruin Three Dragons. It would be better for him if he knew the truth of his wife.

“I don’t know who this woman is, how am I meant to find her and prove that she’s having an affair?” Tyrion challenged. “Also, how much are you offering?”

“Thousand, you get five hundred upfront. The rest when the photos are delivered.” Daenerys offered.

“Deal,” Tyrion nodded as Daenerys handed him the money in a bundle of notes. Tyrion took a moment to double check before pocketing the money. “So where do I find her.”

“She sings at Riverrun Club on Sparrow Street. Performs under the name Sapphire Starr. From what I know, she’s performing there tonight. Giantsbane never misses a single performance.” Daenerys explained. “I want the photos as soon as you have them.”

“Deal,” Tyrion repeated as Daenerys left his office. For a moment, he considered the implications of his actions. He hadn’t seen or spoken to his brother in years. Now he was expected to break his brother’s heart by finding evidence of his wife’s infidelity. It was a dirty job but someone had to do it. Besides, it was probably better in the long run for Jaime.

And a thousand dragons was a thousand dragons.

Later that evening, Tyrion found himself inside the tastefully decorated Riverrun club. It was owned by the Tully family and their colours of red and blue were tastefully scattered around. With the name Riverrun, there was a decorative theme to give the illusion of being underwater. However Tyrion doubted it was the décor that attracted so many customers tonight. The majority of the customers were men but there were more than a few women in the club as well; all of them drinking, laughing and enjoying the current performance of a pianist. Tyrion managed to find a table close to where Giantsbane was sat. Tyrion knew him by sight and it wasn’t hard to miss the large red headed man in a vivid blue suit. Tyrion took his seat and within seconds a waitress appeared by his side.

“Tyrion? Is that you?”

Tyrion looked up to see Sansa Stark beside him, an empty tray balanced in her hand. He had helped the Stark family find evidence that the Lannister’s, his own father had been plotting with the Frey’s to destroy the Stark’s family business. He had taken great pleasure in foiling his father’s schemes but he hadn’t seen any of the Starks in a few years.

“Sansa, I didn’t know you worked here.” Tyrion said as Sansa gave a small smile.

“Uncle Edmure gave me a job, it helps fund living expenses for university. Are you here to see Brienne?” Sansa asked and Tyrion shook his head.

“Who’s Brienne?” Tyrion asked and a flicker of awkwardness crossed Sansa’s face before she smiled. “I’ve heard of Sapphire Starr, I came to see her perform.”

“Oh that is her name, Sapphire Starr is her stage name, Brienne is her real name. We always have the busiest and best nights when she performs. She’ll be on in a minute.” Sansa said, looking to the stage. Tyrion followed her gaze as the pianist finished and the curtains began to draw. She seemed to be correct; as the curtains drew, more of the patrons moved towards the stage, grabbing tables, chairs or even standing; just so they were close enough to the walkway of the stage that seemed to reach all the way to Giantsbane’s table. Whoever this Sapphire was, clearly she was popular and able to lure a crowd. However, Tyrion’s thoughts returned to the job at hand as slow, jazzy music began to play and a sultry voice began to sing.

“You had plenty money, 1922,” As she sang, a long, pale leg emerged from the curtains before they drew back to cheers and a piercingly loud wolf whistle from Giantsbane. Despite the loudness of the cheers, Tyrion could hear her singing. She was like a siren, her voice and looks luring the men towards her; hypnotising them with her voice and appearance.

“You let other women make a fool of you Why don’t you do right? Like some other man do?”

As she sang, Tyrion was transfixed by her appearance. He could see why so many men and women flocked to the bar and to the stage. She was the tallest woman he had ever seen and the heels she wore maximised her height and made her endless legs seem longer. Her risqué dress was strapless, baring her pale shoulders but held up by her bust; on one side the skirt was cut daringly high, ending just at the top of her thigh, meaning each step she took as she strutted down the stage, showed off more and more of her legs, enticing and alluding to any temptation beyond that point. The dress was a deep shade of dark blue but had enough sequins that glinted off of the stage lights to give the illusion of stars. Tyrion could understand now why she chose the stage name Sapphire Starr; more precious than any jewel, more enchanting than any star.

Her blonde hair was short and carefully styled and curled so that it fell carefully around her face. Her face was also carefully made up; scarlet lipstick and eyes that gave the impression of heavily lidded bedroom eyes. Although her face wasn’t the most beautiful; it was her confidence, her height and her sensuality, her sexual confidence in herself that seemed to impress the crowd. She had learnt how to accept, embrace and use her sexuality and sex appeal along with her singing talent and it had worked perfectly for her. He had never seen a woman like her. She was like a being from a legend; a warrior goddess or a siren, luring men to their death.

“She’s married to Jaime?” Tyrion whispered to Sansa who watched as Sapphire/Brienne sang towards a young man, who seemed utterly transfixed by her and astounded he had won her attentions for a moment. Even as she pushed him away, the young man stared after her, his hand ghosting over where she had touched him; as though blessed by the Seven themselves.

“Yeah, she’s a lucky woman,” Sansa said wistfully. She dreamed of finding true love like Brienne and Jaime did; of having a man who adored her and was as devoted to her as Jaime was to Brienne. Maybe someday, Sansa thought as she went to collect more drinks orders, leaving Tyrion to watch the show.

Tyrion turned his attention back to Brienne who was now stepping off the stage and onto Giantsbane’s table. He reached out his hand and Brienne took it, stepping off of the table and slipping an arm around his neck, aiming the next words at him seductively as she playfully stroked his beard.

“Get out of here, make me some money too,”

Before Tyrion could get his camera, Brienne had moved away from Giantsbane and seemed to put her focus onto him, singing the next words almost too him as she sat on the far end of the table and leaned across it. She was close enough that if he chose to, he could have looked down her dress, however he was fixated on her eyes. They were sapphire blue too. Brienne took him by the tie and pulled him towards her until they were almost face to face.

“Why don’t; you do right? Like some other man…”

Tyrion wondered if she had guessed who he was. As if teasing him with that answer, Brienne actually leaned in and teasingly pretended to kiss the edge of his nose before finishing her song.

“Do?”

With that, she let go of his tie, leaving him half standing in a daze as she walked back to the stage and behind the curtain to thunderous applause and cheers from the other patrons in the club. Tyrion felt almost dumbstruck by what he had seen and heard. How could that beautiful, enchanting, bewitching woman be married to his brother? Tyrion shook his head, like a dog trying to shake off water as he noticed Giantsbane getting up from his seat and heading backstage. Tyrion felt for the camera in his pocket before following him.

Jaime. He was doing this for Jamie.

[twilightknight17]

I actually didn’t play yesterday, what kind of person am I???

(The kind that needs to work on her damn cosplay jacket, that’s who.)

I’m still not entirely sure what causes the food you cook to turn out “good” or “excellent”. The pepper thing is a huge offender, because I don’t understand how I could hit every prompt and still fail the dish. Looking at you, dish on the special menu that I gotta go back and do the flan thing again for.

Anyway. Supposedly the secret ending movie is connected to how many lucky emblems you find, which is good with me, since I’m having fun finding them. XD

Arendelle had sort of the same problem as Corona, although I’ve figured out that my actual issue isn’t that it’s rehashing the movie (although Corona did do a bad job of rehashing the movie). It’s that it doesn’t feel like Sora and Co. are participating. In Toy Box and Monstropolis, they felt like they were part of what was happening. Corona and Arendelle just felt like they were going along and just happening to catch up in time to watch one of the plot points.

(I liked having Marshmallow in my party. :3)

Arendelle was also egregious in that it looked the most like the movie. Literal recreations of things, motion for motion. The entirety of Let It Go is in there, which was weird as hell considering that nowhere else has a Disney song made a real appearance, as far as I remember. It might have been interesting if they were showing it from an outside perspective, and they did for a moment or two! But most of it was literally the exact sequence from the movie, and it was jarring.

(Also fuck wasting time trying to find Olaf’s body parts. I don’t even like Olaf. Ugh.)

So, stupidly enough, so far Arendelle and Corona are my least favorite. Even with the Door Warehouse to compete against, I still think Toy Box holds the top spot. I’ve just started the Carribbean, though, and the aerial battle was kickass, so we’ll see.

And now for lore.

Why does Mar remember the “replica that joined the Organization”? What is Larxene doing there if she doesn’t even like Xemnas? Why is Luxord so loyal to the Organization?

I’m actually really disappointed Demyx is a vessel. I didn’t want that for him. :( I wonder what the difference is between the others and Axel, Ienzo, Dilan, and Aeleus. Why would all the others want to go back to being Nobodies? Xaldin was a huge asshole, so...what made his Somebody so normal compared to like... Saix, who wanted his heart back but then apparently went right back to Xehanort?

And what the fuck are 9-12 really connected to the Unions somehow? How does Xemnas even know that??? Aaaaaaaaaa.

I’ll play more tomorrow afternoon. And after the Super Bowl.

[vthunter956]

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The Danvers Sisters (babying the kid sister)

Request: could you write some headcannons on what its like to be the third danvers sister if you get sick, or injured (emotionally and physically?)

a/n: I’ve gotten quite a few handfuls of this kind of request, and I’ve already done some kid Danvers type scenarios and honestly I LOVE IT SO MUCH it’s such a cute concept LOL

also... I’ve taken the liberty of making reader bi, just so that there’s a bit of an equal amount of experiences and if you prefer ignoring some, then you absolutely 10/10 could and it shouldn’t take away too much from the reading, soooo yeah! Oh and you’re also a DEO agent, because why shouldn’t you be, all the fun seems to be had there anyway!

Thank you so much for sticking around and reading everyone!! Have a freakin wonderful day y’all! :D

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you wouldn’t say you were spoiled, per se, you were just used to being the kid of the family, and it seems this sentiment has stuck with everyone even in your early 20s

it was said that as the baby of the family, you had certain privileges inherited, such as only getting a reprimanding look from your mother when you’ve belligerently and unprompted annoyed your older sister, Alex, to no end, or when you traded your silence on her teenage shenanigans in exchange for ice cream before dinner whenever she babysat you

(because of your paid loyalty, your mother still doesn’t know how exactly it was the lamp in the living room broke and how it was because Alex invited some of her friends over and they’d gotten a little bit rambunctious on their bootlegged alcohol - you think at 17, she wouldn't be so scared of broken furniture, but alas)

even as you got older, you had an understanding with Alex that enhanced itself from the days of old of candy and sweets consumed before dinner, or turning a blind eye and telling half-truths to cover for her - now, you were just as loyal to her, wordlessly giving her what she needed even without her having to say anything, and you were proud of this relationship you had with her despite how much you two pretended to annoy each other

no matter how much she’d refuse to admit it, she is your fiercest protector, and despite being rather younger than her to understand it for what it was, you’d always felt she had your back even behind her demeanour of teenage stink eyes and silent brooding

even after Kara had become integrated into your family, she still had a certain level of wariness of her special powers, but still she’d equal parts kept an eye for the moment Kara could accidentally hurt you as much as she’d tested Kara’s abilities out of intense curiosity (she always had a special recklessness, that much was undeniable, and it was exacerbated by your new sister’s powers)

without knowing much English, Kara still always had a doting nature about her and you absolutely adored her for it, and now you presumed at least that was a universal thing shared between worlds

embarrassingly, you’d walked around with your favourite stuffed animal for a needlessly long amount of time - your stuffed Dalmatian toy, Lucky, has been your longest friend, and how dare you even thinking about abandoning him, ever?

sure, it may have been a little bit of a stupid idea to climb a tree that was more than twice your height and what else was there to expect when you’d twisted your ankle from falling off a branch?

Alex got a particular earful from your mother because of it, and you think she’d at least gleaned from the look on your face how sorry you were about it - she’d merely grinned at you when your mother turned her back, only you two knowing the real context of the situation, and how proud Alex was of you for almost conquering your fear of heights and being as brave as her

Kara had came back from upstairs after the whole ordeal was settled, and until then you’d wondered where it was she went off to, but when she handed you Lucky with a questioning look on her face, you smiled widely at her as you took him in your arms

you only cried a little bit (a little bit! damn it) when Alex went off to university, and you only cried just a tiny bit more realizing Kara was going to take off very soon behind her

you cried a lot, however, when you and your boyfriend broke up, him citing that he just wasn’t into you anymore, and at age 14 and your first real high school relationship of mere months that was certainly the biggest devastation you could have known

despite being away and no doubt developing a somewhat reclusive behaviour in recent years, your mother knocked on your bedroom door and notified you that Alex wanted to talk to you

that phone call included a lot of mild swearing that put a smile on your face, Alex always making you smile perhaps without intending to in that particular manner, but her endless reassurances that “boys aren’t shit” and telling you that you’ll definitely find better when you get older was enough to make you feel better even after the pep talk

Kara had more of a bleeding heart, and after getting your hardlined talk from your oldest sister, you got to balance out the sentiments with Kara’s caring shoulder to cry on, and even now, at the wonderful age of 18 and a better understanding of the English language, had articulately argued in your favour for having ice cream for dinner, and you thought she was your hero for having succeeded

your mother amended for you two to at least eat a pizza to offset the junk, but you think judging from the content smile on her face as you all sat in the living room watching a horror movie that she didn’t entirely mind

(you still haven’t thanked Kara for sitting through your horror movie coping mechanisms, seeing her watch an entire marathon behind one hand admittedly raised your mood substantially, but she never once complained about it - you otped to sleep next to her in her bed that night, citing you’d get nightmares when you both knew very well it was the opposite case

even at that age, she made sure Lucky was between you two before she turned off the light, and with only the faintest of blushes and that special teenage reluctance, you amended and slept rather peacefully

in Kara’s first year of university, she came back one weekend specifically to accompany you to your favourite band’s show, and she stood next to you with ear plugs as you and the rest of the crowd pushed and jumped to the music, Kara quite easily pushing crowdsurfers away from you (you had to remind her that using one hand was probably not the greatest idea and to at least pretend she wasn’t more than a bodybuilder in secret)

she enjoyed herself more than you thought she would even with your current liking of loud, whiny pop punk music, Kara not once bemoaning the experience

when a wayward crowdsurfer ended up inadvertently kicking you in the head, Kara snapped her head at the occurrence and may have nudged the heftier guy away from you just a little forcefully she’d say; “just to make sure...”

nobody was pulled away from the crowd as far as you were aware, so you were at least assured nobody broke their leg for no good reason

still, a few days after the show Kara stared disapprovingly at your bruises and demanded you to lay down on the couch covered in frozen bags of peas - it’s a way of life, you’d told her, the post-concert aches are always the best

she looked at you incredulously and tossed a pillow at you muttering something about weird humans and grinned as you didn’t argue when she’d played her rom-com of choice to watch

for what it was worth, Alex seemed to be doing a lot better than she seemed to be over the past few years - she seems happier and more grounded ever since you discovered she worked alongside Kara, and you’d only discovered that after she and the director of her work came to you with a job offer even when you’ve still yet to graduate from your Computer Engineering program at university

you’d still had to go through the basic training that all the agents at the DEO have to go through no matter what their specializations, and though Alex had a particularly fun time sparring with you and taking the lead in your training as your superior, her otherwise blank scrutiny of watching anyone else spar with you is no doubt an intimidating presence

still, she knows better than anyone else that she can’t show favouritism, and she only ever really acknowledges your presence around the DEO with sneaky knowing smirks and the occasional stupid face whenever she knows for certain you’re both alone

it’s actually Kara who’s become more protective of you when it comes to your physical livelihood and the threats thereof in working at the DEO - it’s you and Alex both who have to convince Kara that the Danvers are a special kind of kickass, and it’s only with the slightest admission after you nearly beat her in the Kryptonite-lined sparring room that Kara relents and accepts you’re probably more than capable of handling yourself

for all your successes and accomplishments of working at the DEO, you’re arguably the most hopeless when it comes to dating, and though neither of your sisters have anything significant that’s long-lasting enough to bring somebody home, it’s you who spends the most leisure time going on dates which always amount to something less than stellar

since Alex has found Maggie, the Danvers sisters often have more people joining on nights out, and when one night out on the town ends with one particularly drunk dude’s outreached hand inches away from groping you being clenched dangerously in Alex’s specially trained grip, you’re vaguely sorry for the stupid boy’s misgivings when he yelps and jogs away from your sister’s dangerous look

(Kara accidentally bumped into the dude on the other side of the club, and you nearly screamed with laughter at the muted sound of impact that was no doubt veiled by the booming music as he stumbled into Kara’s stone Kryptonian stature, and her faked expression of innocence at the series of events made it that much more humourous)

still, working for the DEO has its downfalls, and after meeting your girlfriend of what is now 6 months and not being to tell her where it is you often run off to and why you so often come home injured, she broke up with you, knowing you loved her very much but not being able to handle not knowing why it is you just can’t tell her the truth - for as amicable as the break up was, it still hurt, and 6 months was quite honestly the longest and most serious relationship you’ve had

you weren’t inconsolable, but you were still as pitiable, and both of your older sisters had nearly no idea how to react, the stark realization of this being all of your first experiences in a way lending way to a heavy understanding

the primal instincts to a given emotional situation thus came out, and Kara solved your problems with food, oftentimes flying through your always-open window like some strangely graceful cat with takeout and a grocery shelf’s worth of chocolate and chips, to which the sight of her with an excessive amount of food alone has always humoured you even now

she’d always wordlessly laid all her collections out on your coffee table as if it were explanation and solution enough, and you figure with Kara, it very well could have been - you thanked her by way of eating nearly everything you could and leaving the rest for her, and now your distraction of horror movies and paranormal fascination doesn’t faze her anymore

Kara’s a deeply understanding person, and for all her perception and intuition, somehow she just knows you’re craving a hearty Five Guys burger, and though you try to tell her eating it for dinner nearly every night isn’t probably the best thing to do to your heart physically, you still don’t have it in you to deny her, so you just let her eat everything as you settle for the fries after the fourth night of her dropping in

she practically demands you to build a blanket fort with her, and by the time you’re done and you admire your work, you’re smiling with her at the sight as you both settle in slightly lighter in feeling

(it’s inside this fort where you and Kara share the Nutella and eat straight out of the container with crackers and bread, in retrospect you think the very fact is rather gross come to think of it, but drastic times call for drastic measures, and if Kara was happy to indulge you, who were you really to tell your sweet sister no?)

Kara spends the nights with you at your apartment talking softly about stories of your childhoods, always sharing little secret tidbits you’d never known before about how she was always fearful of the toaster or how fascinated she was by the microwave which now definitely explained your memories of her staring at it often - she’d keep telling these stories until you laughed openly at her ridiculousness, and it was then she smiled broadly at the sound of your voice and relaxed at the sight

Alex, for her part, joins whenever she can, and she’s the one with whom you get to be a little tipsy with - she gave you one week of intense mourning before she just lets herself in with her spare key and comes bearing the gift of a six-pack, not actually mentioning your emotional state at all and instead using the excuse of stupid paperwork as her reason

if she lifts an eyebrow at you snuggling into her and leaning your head on her shoulder as you cried silent tears, she makes no comment of it and just lets you, somehow knowing her presence and embodiment of strength is enough

Kara often finds you two passed out on the couch, still sitting upright with the TV playing increasingly ridiculous late-night infomercials, and you always wake up to her curled up on your other couch and an extra blanket draped over you and Alex

the strongest reaction you’d ever gotten from your sisters, however, was when an alien breakout occurred at the DEO and caused mostly interior damage before it could even escape the building - still, you spent more time behind the scenes than on the actual field anyway, and though you know your way around a gun by now and tactical maneuvers, there’s still only so much you could do when faced with an angered alien captive

you’d gotten a few minor cuts along your forehead and some slashes at your kevlar suit, after both of your sisters stabilized the situation and made sure on both of their parts that they did as much as they could, they rushed at you and whisked you off into a medical room without hesitation or so much as a word to you

you’d tried convincing them you were fine, you successfully told the alphabet (but not backwards, because who the hell could do that anyway) and successfully recounted how many fingers they were holding up at any given time, even the one obscene hand gesture Alex held up just to tease you and coax a smile out of you, to which Kara gave her a reprimanding nudge despite you shooting one back of your own

for all their hovering and concerned mother chickening, you think Kara nearly teared up at watching you having to get stitches on your forehead while Alex grinned nearly proudly, chicks dig scars, she’d said, and Kara sniffled and nodded in agreement

you vaguely wonder whether or not your career at the DEO will involve your older sisters babying you, but you figure you don’t entirely mind and you in fact found it both parts endearing as you found it amusing and you were happy enough that you got to spend this part of your life with your sisters as well, none of you seeming to get enough of each other despite your prolonged exposure around each other

(you figure none of you ever really minded to begin with, and now as adults, even with all the freedom and liberty you all have, you still always choose to be with each other anyway, and that’s what makes the Danvers sisters a force to be reckoned with)

[hudsliam-blog]

GET TO KNOW LIAM HUDSON ; event 001.

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name? - Liam Wyatt Hudson

Where and when were you born? -  Lima, OH on July 4th

Who are/were your parents? - Emma Hudson, the best woman known to mankind. She’s a doctor. I strive every single day to be just as amazing as she is.

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? - A younger brother, Benjamin Hudson. He’s a kickass kid. 

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people. - I currently live partially in a dorm but I have my own apartment in Athens. My bunkmate at college is kind of spontaneous with his guests so I tend to hardly stay there until I have an early class the next morning. 

What is your occupation? - Student at Lima University, I work at the local pub for extra money.

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks. - I’m Liam and I’m 6′3″  weighing in at    94.3 kg. My hairs brown and my eyes are blue, my style? It’s all over the damn place. At this moment I don’t have any tattoos but I do have a scar on my calf from a pair of skates. 

To which social class do you belong? - Probably working class? I don’t fucking know.

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses? -  Nope, I’m one lucky dude.

Are you right- or left-handed? - Lefty but righty when need be.

What does your voice sound like? - Like a voice? 

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? - Fuck. Come on. Hurry the fuck up. That’s 15 suicides, Daniel. 

What do you have in your pockets? - A wallet and keys. 

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? - I bounce my leg a lot because I can’t sit steal to save my life. 

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general? - It was tough but it wasn’t horrible. My mom was amazing and I respect her so much for raising my brother and I to be respectful men. 

What is your earliest memory? -  Peeing in the front lawn. 

How much schooling have you had? - Too much if you ask me.

Did you enjoy school? - Sometimes, if  I can concentrate enough. 

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities? - My mom or just catching on when I watched others.

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them. - Not really, none that I can think of. I just knew I wanted to be me so I set a path for myself that I fought to stay on. 

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family? - Great! 

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? - A photographer or hockey player. Look at me now. 

As a child, what were your favorite activities? - Anything sport related or hanging out with friends. 

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display? - Like I really paid attention to my own traits. 

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like? - You could say that, I was friends with pretty much any and everyone. 

When and with whom was your first kiss? - Jessica Dawson. 

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? -  You’re quite the nosy one aren’t you? 

If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today. - Now you’ve got me wishing I was a werewolf or vampire, shit that’d be wicked.  I think never knowing my dad kind of influenced me to be a better man then he ever was. I knew that I wanted to be someone that people respected and looked up to. 

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? - Winning the National Championship. 

Who has had the most influence on you? -  My mother and my coach. 

What do you consider your greatest achievement? - Leading my team to victory. 

What is your greatest regret? - Not taking more time for relationships and love. 

What is the most evil thing you have ever done? - I faked a injury during practice to get my team to focus more on being a team then being cocky. 

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? - No. 

When was the time you were the most frightened? - My mom got called into work during an ice storm at 3 in the morning. She forgot to text me when she got there and I didn’t hear from her or any of the hospital until 8 and I thought something happened to her. 

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? - I got drunk and woke up in the court yard.. in my boxers. 

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? - Nothing, I don’t regret any of it. 

What is your best memory? - Joining hockey. 

What is your worst memory? - I’m not too sure if I’m being honest. 

PART 4: BELIEFS & OPINIONS

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic? - optimistic 

What is your greatest fear? - Not going to the NHL 

What are your religious views? - I don’t really know, I don’t focus on religion too much.

What are your political views? - I’m not political 

What are your views on sex? - Do whatever you want, dude. 

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable? - I’ve never been put in the situation, I can’t exactly answer this. 

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do? - TRIGGER WARNING: rape in any form. Collect child porn. Abuse someone (mentally or physically). abuse animals. There’s so many things I could list here but I’d rather not before I get angry. 

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? - Yes. 

What do you believe makes a successful life? - Following your dreams and never giving up. 

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)? -  I’m not too open about my feelings a lot of the time when it comes to romantic but other than that, I’m an open book. 

Do you have any biases or prejudices? - I don’t know. 

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it? - I can’t think of anything off the top of my head but I’m sure there’s something. 

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)? - My family and my friends. 

PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how? - I mean I joke around with people I’m close to but I will first and foremost always respect them and their wishes, I will always make sure they’re okay and happy and never let them down or give up on them. 

Who is the most important person in your life, and why? - My mom, she gave me life, why shouldn’t she be? 

Who is the person you respect the most, and why? - My coach, he puts up with my ass. 

Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people. - I have too many to list but @smythebxstian is a really close friend of mine that I’ll give a shot out to. He’s pretty awesome, I’ll give him that. 

Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person. - No. 

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened. -  Yes. Things just didn’t work out. 

What do you look for in a potential lover? - Honesty. Loyalty. Sense of humor. Love. Compassion.  Pride. 

How close are you to your family? - Superduperfucking close

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not? - Unfortunately not, I want to though, soon. 

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help? - My mom or brother. Maybe even a friend. 

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why? - I protect myself. 

If you died or went missing, who would miss you? - I’d like to think my family and friends. 

Who is the person you despise the most, and why? - I don’t think there really is anyone. 

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict? - Avoid conflict. 

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations? - Yes, a lot of times or when need be. 

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not? - On occasion. 

Do you care what others think of you? - Kind of but everyone isn’t going to think of you as great so there’s always going to be someone who hates you or dislikes you. 

PART 6: LIKES & DISLIKES

What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes? - Hockey. Photography. Looking at the stars. 

What is your most treasured possession? - My camera and first hockey stick from when I was younger. 

What is your favorite color? - purple.

What is your favorite food? - A strawberry and banana smoothie

What, if anything, do you like to read? - I don’t like reading that much. 

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)? -  Anything that’s got a good tune to it or storyline. 

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit? - I drink sometimes. 

How do you spend a typical Saturday night? - If i’m not on the ice then I’m chilling with some people. 

What makes you laugh? - Anything. 

What, if anything, shocks or offends you? - Stupidity. 

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself? - I’ve struggled with insomnia and normally I just study or work out. 

How do you deal with stress? - Not in the best way, I get pretty agitated. 

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan? - Both. 

What are your pet peeves? - I don’t really know. 

PART 7: SELF IMAGES & OTHER

Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted? - I don’t have one, everyday is a new day. 

What is your greatest strength as a person? - My loyalty. 

What is your greatest weakness? - My sometimes self-hate. 

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? - My distance from love. 

Are you generally introverted or extroverted? - Introverted. 

Are you generally organized or messy? - Depends on what you’re talking about. I’m a mixture of both. 

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.  - ( Good ) Hockey. Photography. Being there for people. ( Bad ) Staying still. Not getting aggravated during practice. Letting people in. 

Do you like yourself? - Yes I do. 

What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…) - I don’t think I understand what you’re talking about. 

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime? - Get recruited to the NHL or become a doctor.  

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? - Playing professional on a team or being a doctor alongside my mom. 

If you could choose, how would you want to die? - Painless or protecting someone. 

If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left. - Find a way to live a life as a dad or just surround myself with the ones I love. 

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death? - I haven’t really thought about that. 

What three words best describe your personality? - Funny. Down to Earth. Outgoing. 

What three words would others probably use to describe you? - Spontaneous. Loyal. Caring. 

If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character? (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice…)  - N/A

[strawhatpoofy]

Can we please get random domestic Lance hcs? I loved Keith's !! Thank you :)

AN: listen guys i live for domestic hcs they hurt my entire heart so I hope you love reading these as much as I loved writing themWarnings: some suggestive themes below but mostly just fluff angels!

Listen Lance was literally so excited to finally move in with you, if everyone’s being honest he’d been dreaming about it for m o n t h s and he’s just so cute and happy to finally be doing this

This boy has an eye for decor like. God damn you were not expecting this but he’s running all over Ikea knowing exactly what you guys need and on weekends he goes to vintage markets without you to find those really funky statement pieces

How did you…get so lucky? Lance wow?

Obviously your apartment is very beach-y and kinda boho and Lance has complete control over all of it but you’re definitely not complaining

You’re pretty sure your bathroom might be actual heaven?

Lance went all out (it’s definitely his favorite room in the house, there’s a kickass bathtub and skin care products galore) and he knows how to treat a lady (and himself) right

You guys go candle shopping together a lot and your bathtub is surrounded with all these clean smelling pretty candles

Baths together? Yes. (Lance gets stressed out really easily and you know the best way to cheer him up is to draw a hot bath and put some lavender oil in the water and strip him down and pop into the bath with him)

(Listen please massage his shoulders and shampoo his hair for him because the moans he makes when you do this are great because this just relaxes him so much and makes him feel so loved)

You guys have Pidge and Hunk trick out your TV stuff so you have the works and so your place is the Best Place for movie night no (Y/N) I can’t let Keith win this one he already has dinner parties we will be the movie night house wE WILL HOST MOVIE NIGHT

Obviously movie night happens at your house; you guys have a lot and I mean a LoT of soft blankets and fun stuffed animals and pillows for everyone (Shiro loves it, but honestly sometimes he questions your sanity and wonders how much money you guys spend on blankets and pillows alone)

Pillow forts are a regular occurrence and you pride yourself on being a phenomenal fort builder (this always gets you lots of praise from Lance; “Heck yeah look at my girl go! Can you build a fort like this Pidge? I bet you fucking can’t; I’m dating the ultimate fort maker.” Lance ShhshHSHhhhh)

Also pillow forts for sleepy staying-in date nights are a pretty regular thing too

Lance loves staying in with you because then he gets you all to himself and he is a cuddle monster

Seriously good luck trying to get him off of you (He’s just so tall and his limbs are so long? He’s like a noodle and sometimes you can’t tell which limbs belong to who)

Forehead kisses FORHEAD K I S S E S

Lance is an ultimate soft boy (this is really a Thing when you guys get intimate because he just loves you so so much and wants to take his time with your body and when you make that noise he is positive what you’re doing is pure Sin and wow his fingers can do terrible wonderful things to you)

You guys have two dogs! Lance is very much a dog guy wowie

The story of how you got two is actually ridiculous and absurd and you’re pretty positive it is somehow 100% fake

Apparently after a few months of being together and having totally adjusted you both got the same idea at the same time: dog

And even better? You went to the SAME SHELTER and missed each other apparently by like an hour wh a t

Lance was looking around when he found this pitbull mix who was just SO sweet and she was so happy and lazy and she had this smile and he fell in love (literally within the first two minutes he was calling her his daughter Lance you Soft Angel)

You followed and found this lil blue french bulldog and your heart kind of exploded into seven million pieces

You knew Lance would love her she was just so calm and snuggly and cute you had to take her home you just had to!

So when you come home with your baby girl, ready to surprise the fuck out of Lance you barge into find another dog and you and Lance just stare at each other and burst out laughing because how iconic

You end up calling the french bulldog Blu, who is a true lovebug, after his first true love and you call the lil ray of sunshine pit Poppy because she’s just a lil flower

Lance is the king of romantic gestures

He likes scouting for really pretty spots so when you take Poppy and Blu for walks he can casually lead you to a stunning view or somewhere peaceful and still (and this means so much making out and he’d be lying if he said that had nothing to do with him finding these spots he just loves how soft you are against him and how he can tell when you’re getting desperate because the way you tug at his hair and-)

Had a bad day? This sweet slice o’ pie boy will always know how to cheer you up, whether it be a bath or movies or going out

Speaking of going out, oh boy, Lance loves treating you to really nice dinners at really nice restaurants or even taking you to little hole-in-the-wall places (that he knows you love)

Loves seeing you all dressed up once in awhile (and good god the thoughts in this boy’s head when he sees you he really shouldn’t be feeling that tugging in his pants just from staring at you)

You kind of love the effect you have on him when you do get dressed up (and usually as soon as possible he has you up against a wall somewhere whispering right against your ear the things you do to him when you’re all prettied up and his hands are moving up up up under the dress and your breathing is so heavy and your squirming to get his hand where you need it and he fucking smirks every time)

Sleeping with Lance is like, the cutest thing on the planet? You’re just so small compared to him somehow and there’s always so much love radiating between your bodies it’s just so safe

You get cold in the winter? Lance is literally always hot; this boy’s body heat is amazing

You guys switch off being big spoon and little spoon because both of you just love being held by the other

The dogs definitely sleep in bed with you guys 100%

If Lance wakes up early enough he definitely treats you to breakfast

He may not be Hunk, but he comes from a big, Cuban family so he definitely knows his way around a kitchen

It’s kind of the best thing ever when he makes you even the simplest Cuban food (the boy can fry up some mean empanadas and the things he can do with dulce de leche are ungodly)

You guys try gardening, you really really try it just always ends horribly

You’re both a little forgetful sometimes and it’s hard to remember whose turn it was to water the flowers

You two have killed so many plants it should be a crime

Honestly Lance is just a precious (dirty asf) angel whose heart would shatter if he wasn’t with you and your two darling children

Extra: Lance definitely refers to the dogs as your children (little does he know it makes you feel funny things in your chest) and when someone doesn’t know he’s talking about Blu and Poppy he gets a sadistic kick out of playing along as if you guys have actual human babies (so when he says things like “Yeah! The older one peed on the carpet so we made her sleep on the patio,” the stares he gets make him mcfreakin lose it because he’s a demon)

[morgantakestinder]

San Frantastic (or the Longest Date Ever)

This stunning photo of me and Alcatraz is courtesy of Prost and our whirlwind long weekend together in San Francisco. Despite only having known him for a month, I managed to enjoy some of my favourite things with him including Halloween, wine, warm gooey cookies, hotel rooms, Marvel movies, and finally the stunning west coast paradise of San Francisco. Considering that this blog was reignited in this crazy city, I was psyched to come back not too long after, although I can honestly say that until I pulled up to our airbnb I couldn’t believe that I was actually taking this trip with a Tinder date!

Unlike a regular date I’m not exactly sure how to write about this one as I don’t want to bog readers down with the inane details of every uber ride, drink, or sight that we experienced together over 4 days. That sounds terribly boring. So I think I’ll break it down into categories, maybe? An odd way to explain a date/trip but this is uncharted territory for me...

 Sights & Adventures

In only a few short days I felt like we covered a lot of ground. Prost booked us Alcatraz tickets before we got there ensuring that I got to see another creepy prison (I’ve got a thing for desolate places...) that I missed out on last trip. This was fantastic and we spent a large chunk of the afternoon wandering the island while I made more than too many Aussie convict jokes. We also did a fair bit of wandering back on the mainland and watched the city get dark on the pier. Also a new adventure for me, is we checked out the Exploratorium which is basically a kickass science museum and I was science fangirling hard. I found it really sweet that Prost was willing to spend $30 to indulge my science teacher desires. (Also, there is a really great observation deck that made for a pretty cute photo of the two of us...) Back out and about we hiked up Lombard St, which has great views if you don’t care about being able to feel your calves the next day - should have known better than to go to a hilly city with a guy who circumnavigated Manhattan on foot. Many of our other moments together I took right out of my playbook from my not-dates with Wino from my last weekend in SF. I know it sounds a bit like cheating, but if I had all these cute, almost romantic moments then, why not have actual cute romantic moments now that I was properly available. So we did sunset at Baker Beach and stayed until well past dark. And we walked across the Golden Gate Bridge and all the way to Sausalito until we got the ferry back across the windy but stunning bay. I wouldn’t say it was 100% Hollywood movie material but the whole thing was pretty darn cute.

Noms & Bevvies 

Prost and I went for dinner together right before leaving the east coast and he mentioned that he not only was not a picky eater, but also was quite adventurous with food and loved good food so I was pleased when this was 100% accurate. Nothing to ruin a good trip like someone who can’t find anything on the menu or has bizarre dietary requirements. While my last trip to SF was all about wine, this one was all cocktails! We had lovely drinks on a cool outdoor terrace (recommended to me by none other than Ted Mosby from last trip) but the best drink moment was at this piratey, cramped, dark bar that made dozens of cool and delicious rum drinks. I was in rum heaven and we stayed there for hours looking over all the exciting options, including ones with edible flowers. Vibes 10/10. Drinks 10/10. But the indulging didn’t stop there! We also managed to eat wayyy too much ice cream, empanadas, tim tams, chocolate (for breakfast I might add), pastries, fried chicken and waffles, noodles, toast, fried fish, calamari, and prawns, and really not a whole lot of veg... oops, bye diet. We ate a lot of really scrumptious things but a few stood out to me the most. One was breakfast at Bluestone Lane, an Aussie coffee place, that just opened their first west coast location. And when I say just opened, literally we walked in on opening day! It’s one of my locals back home so I was delighted to get a spot on cup of coffee and just chill out of the rain. Prost doesn’t like coffee, but per usual, he indulged my whim with zero complaints. He does however like hot chocolate so at least he’s not anti hot beverage. His coffee behaviour though is really quite odd for a Melburnian though! Our last day we had another breakfast meal at a Southern inspired joint in the Mission and we both were in full brunch mode: drinks, beignets, and full plates of chicken and waffles. Honestly, I know it gets a lot of hype but brunch is clearly the best meal of the day and I also really just enjoyed being able to spend my last meal looking over the table at this really cute bloke I’d been lucky to spend so much time with.  But by far the best meal was at a tiny little fish and chips shop in Sausalito, up the high street, where we sat casually eating fish and chips out of takeaway boxes and drinking beers. I’m not always the “cool girl” but I sure felt like it then and such a low key moment is exactly the kind of date I’m all about.

Moments (The Cute, The Sexy, and The Awkward)

So I’ve talked about the food and the sights and all the lovely things about San Francisco, and that would be enough if this was some kind of mediocre travel blog, but alas instead you’ve ended up reading a shitty blog about a hopelessly romantic pessimist so you get some other weird details added in too. Now one of the best things about meeting someone new is that you get to have sex all the time. You’re both excited, always in the mood, and want to get to know the other person intimately. Prost and I were no exception to this and despite it being a quick trip, managed to push our number into double digits. (This is mainly due to the fact that he was literally waking me up in the middle of the night to fuck, which I had absolutely zero complaints about.) But besides the frequent sex, there was also heaps of hand holding to warm up his absolutely frigid hands, endearing compliments passed back and forth, and those very sweet kisses that tall guys give you on the top of your forehead when you’re wrapped into their arms and flood your brain with dopamine.

Also the first night we got there, Prost arrived in SF before I did and got all checked into our Airbnb. I had wi-fi on the flight so we kept in contact for most of my journey. Knowing that my flight was delayed and I’d be getting in late and exhausted (having been up since 5 am EST that day) he asked me if I’d want to get dinner or if instead there was anything he could go out and pick up so I’d have something to snack on when I arrived. I know it sounds so basic but I was floored by this - what an incredibly thoughtful gesture. Ignoring anything else that happened all weekend, that moment alone reminded me why I’ve been spending all this time with Prost: he’s a really thoughtful, genuine person. 

We also had this totally nerdy night in moment on our last evening. It was freezing out and I wasn’t super feeling like staying out and drinking so instead we headed back to our humble abode and had a bit of friendly competition. We both are big Sporcle players (for the uninitiated it’s a trivia website that has every thing!) and as big travellers we’re both well versed in countries of the world. So we went old school version and set a timer for 15 minutes and tried to name as many countries as possible. Now I’d been talking a big game about this all weekend so you can imagine I had to eat a huge slice of humble pie afterwards when I lost... by two countries, at 168 and 166. To be fair I think that’s still pretty impressive on both of our parts. Prost and I also talked about other trivia bits - US state capitals, European capitals, periodic table elements that have symbols that don’t match their names... I found myself laughing wholeheartedly over silly things, happier than many moments I’ve had in recent months.

That carefree relaxed laughter was a stark contrast so some of the revelations that came up during the weekend, starting with Prost admitting that he’d read some of my other blog entries - like my first moment post Not The One where I lament my heartbreak and then meet the Tradie. This would have been all well and good, I’m not shy about the fact that I choose to share my intimate details with the world, but it was how he followed it up: telling me that he too had fallen victim to a recent heartbreak. It certainly broke my notion of this “by chance traveller.” I didn’t push it in the moment but a day or so later followed up and discovered that rather than coming to America to visit his brother and explore as I’d been led to believe, his original intention was to spend the trip with a Midwestern girl he’d met in Berlin. Unfortunately, this went less than spectacularly and once there it didn’t work out and he found himself rocking up to NYC instead. I was (still am) not exactly sure how I was supposed to react to this confession but I know my first instinct was to hug him as tight as possible and not let go. I certainly can’t understand what this flyover-state gal was thinking, but I know that Prost is incredible and the loss in this situation is hers, whether she knows it now or not. Beyond my true empathy for his situation I’ll admit I found myself a bit blindsided and instantly on guard. Am I just a rebound for Prost? Have I simply been serving as a time/bed filler while he nurses his own broken heart? I’d like to think not but I wouldn’t blame him if it was the case, and in the scheme of things it doesn’t really matter.

I had a San Frantastic weekend and for a change I got to share my travels, with someone I found particularly endearing! And like every other time I’ve found myself at the airport with someone, I was once again terrible at saying good-bye.

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Barrio Slums and More ch. 4

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It was quiet. And it was awkward. Lance hated that he felt so awkward. Still, he felt that if he spoke, his voice would tremble as badly as his heart was beating. He cleared his throat nervously and leaned against the door, looking at the houses they passed by and listened to the gentle hum of the engine and the low melody of the radio.

“Why’d your brother sound so upset?” he heard suddenly.

Lance looked over at him and frowned. Keith was looking at the road. “I’m not sure. He’s a jerk sometimes, that’s why I like calling him Bobo.” The corner of his mouth twitched and his eyes flitted over to Lance for a few seconds. “So, what brought on the sudden car ride?” he asked.

He was quiet for a moment. Then, “You know how you talk about being more than just this? About being bigger than Houston slums and whatnot?” Lance nodded, then hummed in agreement when he realized Keith wouldn’t see him. “Are you like… ashamed of your past? Like…. Do you want to be more and go off to a big university to leave it behind? Erase it?”

The question had caught him off guard. He hadn’t expected it. He wasn’t sure what he expected to be asked, but erasing his past? “No,” he murmured. “No I don’t think so. I’m proud of who I am. Of who my family is. Despite the lack of education or resources, they each did something. You know, the restaurant, the shop, and whatnot. They’re still able to throw a kickass party when needed. We’ve worked hard and that’s what our past shows.”

“Then what is it that you want to prove by going away and being ‘more’ like you always say?” he asked. His voice was urgent, like he needed Lance to give him a foolproof answer.

“I-I don’t know. I guess I just don’t want to fit in the stereotype too. I mean, my aunts all work in salons or as waitresses besides Tia Carla who owns the restaurant. My older cousins are off who knows where. My mom has worked all her life cleaning houses, my buela used to work fields in Mexico before coming here and doing being a housemaid. Papo worked in the fields too, and he got here and has the shop. I want to show that the hard work means something. I didn’t have to work fields, so I want to keep improving where we come from. I mean, do you know how frustrating it is when you see television series or movies and any time you see a Hispanic person, they end up being a maid or a gardener or a drug dealer or a cholo or some shit?” He sighed and shook his head. “I’m sick of people thinking they know where my life is going just because I come from stereotypes. But I also don’t look down on my family for making an honest living.”

He was quiet for a while again. Like he was mulling over the response. Lance didn’t expect the ride to go that way. With Keith asking questions and Lance ranting, waiting in silence until Keith spoke again.

“At least you know who you are.”

Lance looked over at him and stayed quiet until he parked at a curb. There was a worn path for bikers and joggers, and it led to a small bayou. Keith shut the engine off and got out. Nervously, Lance did the same.

It was much nicer at night, though still humid. At least there was wind now to relieve the heat. And no sun to sting your skin. Though the mosquitoes made up for it.

Keith leaned against the back of his car and Lance stood beside him, making a small circle in the thin coat of dust that covered the car. “Well, what about you?” he asked softly, the night making his words smaller and quieter.

“I don’t know who I am.” Lance looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “I mean it,” he said. “I was an orphan. I was in foster homes and when I turned 18, I was let out of the system. I stayed out of trouble so it’s not as bad as most kids. Yeah, I had a few shitty foster homes, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. But I know nothing about who I am. I know I’m Asian in some way. It’s in my eyes. But I mean, am I Chinese? Japanese? Vietnamese? A Pacific Islander, like Hunk? I’m just this pasty kid with Asian eyes and a small southern accent that… has no fucking clue where he’s from.” Lance leaned into him, pressing their shoulders together, offering a small, quiet support. “You’re lucky. You know where you’re from. You have some foundation. I have nothing.”

The last three words were said with so much disappointment, emptiness, and defeat, it made Lance hurt for him. He kicked at the ground and looked up at the stars. “You know, one thing I’ve learned really well is that your past doesn’t define you. In your case, lack of a past, I suppose.” Keith looked at him and Lance tore his eyes from the stars in the sky to the ones in his violet eyes. “You get to make your foundation. You get to become someone without everyone else telling you who you should be because of where you’re from. Not to mention, you get to discover and experience so much more while figuring out who you are. You find what calls to you most.”

Keith smiled and looked down for a moment before looking back up. “Optimist, huh?”

“Sometimes.” Keith smiled at him and nodded before climbing onto his car and laying down, his eyes locked on the dark blue sky above. “Alright,” he said, climbing up beside him, laying back with his hands behind his head. “So who is Keith? Let’s see. What are some things about you that make you you?”

Keith chuckled beside him and hummed. “I live in a one bedroom apartment. I like smoothies and ice cream a lot. My favorite color is… blue. I’ve always preferred cats to dogs, but I like dogs too. I want to go to law school, be a lawyer.” He stopped for a second, like he was debating the next thing he said. “I had a friend who was in the foster system too. He got sent to juvie for beating up his foster dad once. He found him… in his daughter’s room and he just… lost it. But the courts just saw this orphan delinquent that caused trouble wherever he went. It’s all prejudice, you know?”

“Yeah,” he murmured.

“I loved debating in school. I guess it was a good thing I didn’t have to keep changing schools.” He shrugged. “I think I could be a good lawyer.”

“You have the passion for it,” Lance agreed. “See? You don’t need ancestors to make you who you are. Or who you want to be.”

Keith looked over at him with a serene smile, his eyes much less troubled than they had been before. If he hadn’t been so afraid to make a fool of himself, Lance would’ve leaned in and kissed him. It was so tempting. But the idea of Keith freaking out was terrifying enough to paralyze him and stop him.

“You going to Shiro’s party?” he asked, his eyes back on the sky. “I could pick you up if you are.”

“Yeah, I think I will. At least for a little.” Keith hummed and they laid in comfortable silence. Without realizing it, Lance fell asleep. Keith was still looking at the sky listening to Lance’s rhythmic breathing. “Keith.”

“Yeah?” No response. Keith looked over at him, surprised to see his eyes shut and he heard the small rumble in the back of his throat that wasn’t quite a snore. But he’d said his name. He’d heard it clearly.

Keith couldn’t blame him for falling asleep. He knew he must be tired after working so hard each day. But he didn’t want to disturb him when he seemed so calm and peaceful.

“Keith, don’t push me,” he heard. He looked over in surprise, but Lance was still fast asleep. It dawned on him that Lance was sleep talking. Which meant he was dreaming about him. He had never heard anyone sleep talk before, but he always thought it would sound muffled and slurred. It didn’t. It was crystal clear and loud, as if he were awake. “Try the pork chop,” Lance said as he breathed out. Keith chuckled and bit his lip. Then he was quiet.

Keith waited until it was eleven thirty and gently shook him.

Lance opened his eyes in a panic and felt confused when he saw Keith in front of him. “Shit. I fell asleep.”

“It’s okay. I had time to think about what you said,” Keith assured. “Want to go home? Your mom said midnight, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I should go back,” he said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Oh man. I can’t believe I fell asleep.” Keith smiled at him like he knew something, but Lance wasn’t sure why. He got back into the car and twisted in his seat so he was looking at Keith. “So, the drive…. Did something happen?”

Keith shrugged. “I was lonely. I guess I had an existential crisis.”

“Well I’m glad I could help. I’m awesome at distracting people,” he said. “My cousins always said I was like, ADD or something because I’m always talking about different stuff, going on to other topics before finishing one, but I mean, it’s not too bad. When I was little, I’d start coloring then go watch TV then start a puzzle, then go back to the coloring book. It was a cycle. Plus, I could never stop talking one I started, which is why a lot of people tended to find me annoying, but it’s not my fault my brain runs at like a hundred miles an hour, you know? It’s why I hate writing. I miss words or explanations because I’m so anxious to jump to the next topic or the next idea.” He stopped and grimaced. “Crap. I’m doing it now.”

But Keith was smiling. And he chuckled as Lance stopped talking. “Don’t worry. It suits you more.” Lance hummed. “You seem more comfortable being able to talk. Before, you know like before the dinner, you seemed… restrained I guess.”

Lance bit his lip and thought of that. How could Keith see a difference when he hardly knew Lance? And Lance hardly knew him. But man, did Lance like him.

Too soon, they were in front of his house and Lance was trying to figure out how to say goodbye. But instead, Keith leaned forward. Lance thought he would kiss him, but instead, Keith jut hugged him. Still, Lance felt just as short of breath and dizzy as though Keith had kissed him. “Thanks for today,” he murmured, pulling away. “It really did help.”

Lance gulped and nodded. “Anytime.” He cleared his throat and opened the door. “Anyway.”

“Hasta luego, Lance from High School.” Lance smiled and got out of the car. Keith’s car didn’t pull away until Lance was inside. And Lance’s smile didn’t fade, nor did his heart stop pounding until he was in bed, fast asleep.

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Friday morning as he cleaned the restaurant, he was humming and singing along to the station he’d put on the boombox. A few early morning customers came in and Lance’s attitude earned him a big tip.

A little after noon, Tia Carla went up to him and smiled. “Is there a reason you’re singing all these love songs all day?”

“They’re not love songs, just Spanish songs, Tia.” He shrugged. “Not my fault most of them revolve around being in love.” She pinched his side, and he swatted her away.

Keith and his friends didn’t come in that day. And he didn’t stop by the shop either. But he had texted him, and whenever Lance could, he responded. Keith understood that Lance was busy, so although their texts were spaced out, they kept talking.

That night, Lance stayed up messaging him, finally able to respond quickly. He fell asleep mid-text.

The next morning, at the restaurant, he continued messaging, grateful for the lack of customers. The shop was busy, but Lance could handle it.

When the small Nissan Altima rolled in, though, Lance had to remind himself he was working on an engine to stop himself from rushing over. “Hey there, Grease Lightning,” Keith said as he walked over to him. “How many cars have come in today?”

“Since I’ve been here, about ten. Mostly oil changes though.” Keith nodded. “What’s up?”

“You still up for that party?”

“Oh. Shit. Yeah, but… I have to shower and get ready.”

Keith shrugged. “I can wait at your place, I don’t mind.” Lance nodded and Keith sat there, talking to him about mindless things as he continued to work until it was too dark to see and his papo ushered him home.

As he walked in, Lance announced, “Ma? Keith is here, he’s going to wait while I get ready.”

“That’s fine, mijo. Keith, you thirsty?”

“No ma’am, thank you.” Lance hesitated and Keith smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll just hang out with your sisters. Which is which?”

Lance chuckled. “Jackie is the oldest. She’s the one with the birthmark on her lip. Emily is the one with too much kiddy makeup on. And Alexia is the youngest. She’s still learning English, so she communicates more through pointing and weird Spanglish.” Keith nodded and walked over to the couch, earning three simultaneous head turns. “Good luck,” Lance laughed as he left to get ready.

By the time he was showered and dressed, he found Keith on the all fours on the floor with Alexia on his back screaming, “Cabito, cabito!” He also had on bright pink blush and messy red eyeshadow, which he assumed was Emily’s doing.

“What the…?”

“Zia wanted him to be a horse. And Emily promised he’d look pretty,” Jackie said. She was in fourth grade, reading a book on the couch. “Jorgie came in too, but he locked himself in his room.” She shrugged and returned to her book.

“Zia, can I get my friend back?” he asked. She looked at him, her disheveled brown curls spilling from her braids. “Te doy una paleta?”

“Peta? Peta! Si!” She scrambled off Keith and scurried after Lance while he got her a lollipop.

When he returned, Keith was grimacing at his reflection. “I couldn’t say no to her. She has giant puppy eyes.” Lance laughed and offered him a wet napkin.

“Bathroom’s at the end of the hall.” He nodded and disappeared.

“He’s cute,” Jackie said, looking up at him. “Just friends?” Lance nodded. “But you like him.”

“Keep your voice down. I don’t know yet.” She raised an eyebrow and smiled, looking back at her book. He went to the dining room where his mom was looking through a recipe book. “Ma? We’re gonna leave soon.”

“Please don’t drink,” she said immediately. She looked up and raised an eyebrow. “You know I prefer for you to do that when you’re here with your family. Not with friends.”

“I know, Ma,” he mumbled.

“And please don’t be out too late.” He nodded.

“Okay, I’m good,” Keith announced. “Ready?” Lance nodded and went to kiss his mom’s cheek.

Before he could pull away, she placed her middle and forefinger on his forehead, then his chest, then each shoulder before lightly touching his lips; the sign of the cross. Lance kissed her hand and smiled at her. Before he and Keith could go, she said, “Wait, Keith.” She tugged him back and smiled. “Just to ease my nervousness,” she said with a smile, doing the same to him.

Keith blinked rapidly and blushed as he did what Lance did. He seemed dazed as they went to the car. When he sat, he looked straight ahead, and Lance got slightly worried. “That was… very motherly…. It caught me by surprise. I’m not used to it.” Before Lance could ask, he said, “I’m fine.” He smiled and started driving.

When they got to the party, Lance was relieved to find that it was just a few people as promised, and not a full blown party. They were all in a metal frame pool. “Yo, Keith!” Pidge shouted. She got out of the water and wrapped a towel around herself. “Hey Lance,” she greeted. “We busted out the pool last minute, so if you need swimwear, Shiro has some spare shorts and towels inside.”

Lance smiled and kicked off his shoes. “Sweet.” She led them inside and offered them some shorts. Lance ducked into the bathroom while Keith went into the bedroom. By the time he’d gone back out, Keith was in the pool, slowly easing himself lower and lower.

Without warning, Lance jumped in, splashing water all around, dunking himself into cold water that had him laughing anxiously as he came up. “Lance!” Keith complained. “Shit, that’s cold!”

The others, already accustomed to the water, laughed and swam closer to Lance. “Hey, I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” Shiro said. “Shiro.”

“It’s your birthday, right? Happy birthday.”

“I’m Pidge, Shiro’s niece.”

“Hunk.” Hunk had way more tattoos now that he was shirtless, and Lance was entranced by the tribal swirls. It reminded him vaguely of Maui.

“I’m Allura,” a girl with chocolate brown skin said with a wave. She had a slight accent, but Lance couldn’t tell if it was British or something else.

“Lance,” he said, offering his hand to her.

He shook his hair out as Pidge hauled in a basketball. That’s when Lance noticed the basketball net attached to the warehouse the pool was by. It was just one edge of the pool. Pidge shot the ball and it swished into the net, earning her a series of high fives.

They went around each trying to get the ball in, but it eventually turned more into a game of who could sabotage a throw the best. Shiro was unmovable, Allura and Pidge had killer aim, and Pidge was ruthless in her attacks.

Before long, they were all out of the pool dripping wet, scavenging for food. Shiro had managed to pull out hot dogs to grill and Allura helped heat up chili and cheese for some nachos. Lance did his best not to look at Keith’s shirtless body for long.

Hunk piled up four hotdogs with chili and cheese and a side of chips. “He-hey, my kinda guy,” Lance said, giving him a high five. “I see your four, and I challenge you five,” he said, preparing his own hot dogs. Hunk smiled and gave him a fist bump.

“You’re on.”

Keith slinked up beside him and smirked. “Careful. Don’t mess with Hunk and food. He’s in culinary school, eating is a way of life for him.” Lance felt anxious with the bare skin of Keith’s torso brushing along his arm, but he didn’t show it.

And just as expected, by the time Lance scarfed down his third hot dog, he was cramping and unable to keep eating without making himself sick. But Hunk seemed unfazed as he made another two and ate them. “Nope. Can’t. Uh-uh.”

A pair of hands clasped his shoulders. “Don’t worry about it,” Keith laughed over him. Lance glanced up at him and chuckled nervously. “I’ll bring you something to drink to wash it down.” He walked away and Lance hoped his cheeks weren’t too red. If they were he hoped to pass it off as exertion from eating.

“So… you into Keith?” Lance nearly choked on his spit as he looked over at Hunk. “I’m taking that as a yes.”

He wiped his mouth and shook his. “Uh, no I, that wasn’t my, look, I-”

“Lance, chill. I won’t say anything.” Before Lance could respond, Keith was back with a soda in his hand. Lance too it, glancing at Hunk. But Hunk was looking at Keith, his expression unreadable. “Say guys, why not play a game of truth or dare?”

“What are you, a middle schooler?” Pidge snorted.

“You’re excluded,” he answered. Pidge frowned and crossed her arms. “It’d be fun.”

“Well, I don’t see why not. If we get bored, we just go back in the pool,” Shiro said. They sat down around the table, some with food, some just wrapped in their towels. “Who goes first?”

“Well, you’re the birthday boy,” Keith said, leaning forward onto the table. “You first. Truth or dare?”

Lance laughed as they went around the table with the most ridiculous, albeit slightly pathetic dares. But he loved that no one was drunk or trying to disappear to have sex. He’d gone to one party in college, and it was full of people getting drunk and grinding on each other. This was nothing like that.

“Lance, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he scoffed.

“I dare you to jump from the warehouse roof into the pool,” Shiro said. Lance scoffed and stood.

“That’s a little dangerous,” Keith said uneasily, as they all followed.

“Please,” Lance scoffed, pulling himself up onto the roof ledge easily. “I got mad precision skills.” They watched as he stepped forward near the ledge.

“Don’t hurt yourself, sharpshooter,” Keith called up. Lance smiled and stepped back before jumping and curling into himself, falling into the water. When he came up, he could hear the others cheering for him.

He pulled himself out, shook his hair out, splattering them victoriously. “Okay, okay, Keith’s turn. Truth or dare?” Hunk asked.

Keith regarded him for a moment and crossed his arms. “Truth.”

“How far have you gone with Michael?” Lance furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Keith who was staring wide-eyed at Hunk. “Well?”

“Yikes. On the spot,” Pidge mumbled. “That’s cold-hearted.”

“Am I… missing something?” Lance whispered to Shiro and Allura.

“His boyfriend,” she answered. “He’s in Waco studying neurology. He’s in summer courses, so he hasn’t come back.”

Lance felt his stomach drop and he looked back at Keith who was gritting his teeth. He rolled his eyes and muttered. “Below the waist.” Hunk sat back and hummed. “You’re an ass. I’m not playing anymore.”

“Back to the pool it is,” Pidge said.

Lance started picking up his trash and Keith fell back. “Hey. You… okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Why?” He gathered the trash and put it in a bag.

Keith shrugged and gathered some trash too. “The whole boyfriend thing, I guess. Wondering if I should have told you before.” Lance hummed and continued cleaning. “Should I… have mentioned it?”

“Oh, nah. I was actually worried that you’d feel weird since I admitted the whole liking boys thing. But you like boys too, so… guess there was nothing to worry about.” Keith opened his mouth but Lance just smiled. “I’m actually a little tired from this week. My back hurts with being bent over cars and cleaning tables and stuff so… I think I’ll just head back.”

“Oh yeah, let me just dry off and-”

“No, hey it’s cool, you’re with your friends and stuff. I can call my uncle or Tia Carla.” He shrugged and turned away before he could answer and went inside to change.

When he came back out, he saw Hunk by the doorway. “I can drive you,” he offered. Lance didn’t reject the offer and followed him to his Jeep. “I’m sorry.”

“You could have just told me. Instead of putting him on the spot.”

“Felt like he kind of deserved it,” he shrugged. Lance frowned and wondered if Keith had purposely tried to lead him on. Or if he even had been at all. Maybe it had been in Lance’s head. Maybe he just let a stupid high school crush get the best of him. “Where to?”

Lance directed him to his house and stayed quiet the whole ride there.

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