#not sure what flamin hot Cheeto is

[fleacoveredfur]

All Artfight Attacks from 02/JULY/2024!

AshSight - character belongs to SkuffyPaw on Artfight! ( @skuffypaw )

Rigel - character belongs to justSimplySpace on Artfight!

FLAMIN HOT CHEETO - character belongs to B0RA on Artfight! ( @bora-in-tamriel )

SmallPaw - character belongs to Fossilclaws on Artfight! ( @fossilclaws )

Key Storaway - character belongs to SoupaChrome on Artfight! ( @chromewaterfall )

Prosthetic - character belongs to shinythebutterfree on Artfight!

[ddejavvu]

hiii!! can i suggest some hotch x bau!wife!reader where reader is pregnant and she doesnt know, but at work she goes on about how she doesnt know whats wrong with her lately and spencer suggests that she might be pregnant and then she find out that she is!!

I love your writing sm btw😚😚😚

i think i might finally have enough time to write whole blurbs again :'))

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"No flamin' hot for you today, Mrs. Hotchner?" Derek eyes your bag of plain cheetos where they lay open on your desk, and you grimace at his phrasing.

"God, no," You groan, "Don't make me sick."

"You love those things," His brows furrow, and he leans on the edge of your desk with one hand, his thick fingers splayed out over the wood, "I'm pretty sure your tongue is permanently stained red by now."

"I like them when I'm not in the middle of some weird stomach bug," You admit, "I woke up sick. I don't know what did it, but it was probably something Jack brought home."

Derek pointedly removes his hand from your desk, but he's kind enough not to tell you that he thinks you're contagious.

"Feel better, mama." He offers with something that you're sure is supposed to be a sympathetic smile, but looks a little more like a wince. Emily isn't so easily scared off, though, and she continues munching on the carrot sticks she'd brought for a snack.

"You look tired," She comments, and you almost want to take offense, "You were up all night with your stomach thing?"

"No, just when my alarm went off," You hum, swallowing a bite of your sandwich and trying not to heave at the texture, "It was nice enough to let me sleep, but-" Your sentence is cut off with a well-timed yawn, "I feel like I've been awake for days."

"Probably just your period," Penelope hums softly, trying and failing to keep your menstrual cycle a secret, which isn't surprising considering her track record with secrets. Everyone is kind enough to ignore the information she revealed, but when you shake your head and grumble, 'I'm late.', Spencer snaps to attention.

"You've missed a menstrual cycle, you're feeling extreme fatigue, and you're experiencing morning sickness?" Spencer verifies, and it's only with his discerning brain that you feel a weight sink in your stomach - preferably not your unborn baby.

"Oh my god," You breathe, your hand coming subconsciously up to your stomach, "Oh my- oh my god! Aaron, Aaron!"

Aaron rushes out of his office with the combined urgency of boss and husband, his eyes locking on you sharp with concern.

The air between you is thick as the members of your team grin up at Hotch, leaving you the silence to cheer, "I'm pregnant!"

His eyes are no longer viciously worried, their sharp edge melting into something far softer. His lips part, barely enough to let air through, until they crack and curve upwards in a dazzling smile that the bullpen doesn't often get to see.

"You took a test?" He confirms, but when you shake your head, he dims slightly.

"Reid said I am," You offer, and his zeal is back. You're sure he wishes he could wrap you up in a truly breathtaking embrace, complete with kiss far too passionate for your work environment, but you'll save it until you're at home, away from prying eyes and phone cameras. Regardless, you can feel his exhilaration from where you stand, and you're already planning out a nursery in your mind.

"He's probably more trustworthy than the plastic stick," Derek claps Reid on the back, and the doctor looks like the wind was knocked out of him. They're both smiling, though, and you feel JJ's hand on your shoulder, squeezing happily.

"Congratulations," Rossi pats Aaron on the shoulder, much gentler than Reid had been subjected to, "But a word of advice, Hotch? Don't have any more. If I have to split my inheritance another way, it won't be worth killing me over."

[jji-lee]

⋆₊˚⊹.𖥔 zoom, click, panic ! -> hyuck's group

pussy feens (virgins) !

lee donghyuck is obsessed with anything camera related, no wonder he's a photography major. unfortunately for him it's an expensive hobby for a broke student like himself. he just lost his job at the convenience store cause he was too scared to help a hot girl find flamin' hot cheetos... he's a 24 year old virgin can you really blame him?

women gender studies major mark lee has to be the face of feminism. this may just be a ploy to try and get laid though, not like it's working anyways, the girls think he's gay. he's the dad of the group always making sure his boys are in check, and respecting women like they should. they'd have to actually get near a woman to respect her though...

zhong chenle's head is probably so huge because of how big his brain is, i mean who else is successfully completing an aerospace engineer major? not only is he a super mega nerd but he has an unhealthy obsession with stephen curry... what girl would wanna sleep with that? but who needs girls when you have your best guy friends who also get zero female interactions?

finance bro jung sungchan should have an easy time getting a girl.. right? wrong. he has no rizz whatsoever. but he's pretty popular amongst other men so he gets the guys access to all the biggest parties. parties which they spend all night stuck to one another... maybe they should try splitting up next time...

park jisung is the embodiment of shyness. no one knows how he's the only one in the friend group to have lost his virginity. he's cute and soft spoken... the the public. but when he's with his friend group no one can make him stop talking, certified yapper. and what's worse is that his rants usually consist of stars and planets, blame it on his astronomy major... or was it astrology?

these virgins met on a porn discord chat. they realized that they had the same taste in twitter porn and eventually made their own group chat to share videos. with some time there were less porn links and more personal talk. how sweet a bond forged by naked women and tragic backstories. but don't underestimate them, they'd ride and die for each other.

yn's group -> masterlist -> intro

notes : literally all nerds cause they have nothing else to worry about but keeping their grades up tbh. didn't realize how smutty this smau is gonna be so pls prepare urselves for dirty bad words and descriptions im sorry 😞

taglist : @kimsaerom , @n0hyuck , @nanaxwi , @neverbeurs , @sunghoonsgfreal , @hizhu , @axo-l0tl , @strawberrysavi , @hyuckiebb-blog , @hyucktion , @4yunogf , @jakesbubu , @gacktsa , @iheartjayke , @annoyednblax , @luvvhaechan , @dudekiss3r , @yesohhsehun , @prettybluei , @soobinbunnie5 , @hyucksunset , @the-swageyama-tobiyolo , @byeonwooseokabs , @kodasity , @hyuckmoon , @catdonut657 , @lionzyon , @luvandletter , @defzcl , @nneteyamss , @222brainrot , @1lovejinki , @zzurao , @catpjimin , @multifandomania , @docilismo , @injunnie-lemon , @jeonghansshitester , @babyjenono , @wonswondrland , @livingdoll-hara , @minkyuncutie , @luvsooby

[gogobootz1]

At War

Luke Castellan x Reader [fem!daughter of Apollo]

Summary: There's nothing like some friendly competition, but when planning rival parties, you and Luke are a little less than friendly.

Word count: 2k

Every year, there came a time for the retreats- a chance for children of the gods to bond and have some special fun. One big retreat seemed pointless, so camp faculty allowed two. The two retreats accidentally split the boys and girls, and naturally, they turned into an (unofficial) competition. As one of the oldest and most experienced campers- you’d been volunteering to champion a retreat for years. Traditionally, you’ve hosted a slumber party equipped with PJs, dancing, games, movies, braid trains, nail polish, and basically anything anyone could want. You also, of course, have the best food. Each year, it’s been a hit, and it’s only gotten better with time. 

The only problem is that you have tough competition. The day after the retreats, you always hear about what happened at the other one. Paintball, camping, fishing, mad romps through the wood, scary stories- barbecue. Everyone loved it. And every year, you’ve had to quietly conceal your anger and jealousy. It pains you to admit that Luke sure can throw a party (maybe even better than you can). But this year, you are more determined than ever to outdo him. 

The two of you have long been in competition, and things have only escalated. As hilarious as Mr. D found both your antics last year, Chiron was extremely unhappy about the fact the two of you had exceeded the budget by miles. He’d told you both to reign it in this year or no more retreats. When he felt that didn’t sufficiently move you, he threatened to let other people plan them. You both caved and vowed to stick to the budget this year. 

You’re always a little frantic the day of, and today is no different. To your chagrin, Luke is cool as a cucumber. It pisses you off to no end. 

“Nervous?” A smug voice voice asks from behind your back. You drop the spoon you were using to push mashed potatoes around your plate. 

You turn slowly on the bench, “Why should I be?"

“Usually, you’re pulling out your hair before the retreats,” he says skeptically, “perfectionism taking its toll.”

“Yeah? Well, my perfectionism makes my parties perfect,” you flaunt. The few sisters that can stand to be around you when you’re stressed roll their eyes. It’s clear to them this is escalating. 

“What about when Susie vomited in your bouncy house last year?” He taunts, and you glare at him. That girl should not have been jumping after four bags of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and two Redbulls- it was hardly your fault. 

“How about when Aidan got a concussion after falling off the mechanical bull?” You snap back. 

You don’t notice Luke’s shadow until he pipes in, “Are these people okay?” 

“They signed waivers!” You say at the same time, and the new Poseidon kid takes a defensive step back. You send Luke a glare when you realize you spoke in sync. He huffs before smirking at you. 

“Good luck with your sleepover,” he mocks, “You’re gonna need it.” Before you can reply, he marches away, protégée in tow. 

“Eat shit!” You call out after him. 

“That was weak, girl,” one of your sisters says.  

“Shut up, I know,” you shake your head at her, “now come help me set up.” You drag her up by her elbow to make your sacrifices, then get to work. 

Five hours later, the main hall looks great. Your disco ball is glimmering, the mini photo booth is equipped with feather boas and pink cowboy hats, the food is all laid out, and the stage you bribed some Hephaestus kids to build looks great. 

“Perfect,” you whisper, pleased at your surroundings. 

“Fucking finally!” Your sister throws her hands up and walks away. You’ve very likely driven most of your half-siblings insane today. 

“Thanks for your help!” You call after her, and as she goes, you spot some prying eyes through the window. Percy, you think his name is, looks afraid now that you’ve caught him peering in through the window. In a few swift moves, you leave the room and block his exit from the patio. 

“Can I help you?” You ask suspiciously. 

“Just admiring your excellent disco theme,” he says, putting an ultra-sweet smile on his face. As charming as the boy is, you take your retreat very seriously and feel a deep-seated urge to protect it from potential sabotage. 

“Mhmmm,” you nod, “and you wouldn’t happen to be reporting back to anyone about what you’ve seen?” 

“Whaaaaaat?” Percy asks, awkwardly chuckling. 

Your shoulders drop, of course, Luke would stoop to employing spies. You dig into your pocket and pull out a ten-dollar bill, “I’ll give you this if you act as a double agent.” 

He eyes your money suspiciously, “Do you really think I can be bought?” 

You roll your eyes and pull out another bill, “How’s twenty?” 

“Pleasure doing business with you,” he grabs both bills from your hand and shakes it. Percy happily walks past you, shoving his new earnings into his pocket. 

You grin, “Make sure he hears all about how awesome my party is!”

“I’m on it, boss,” he calls over his shoulder. After a short walk, he’s back to the boathouse lounge where Luke has been waiting for his report. 

“Well?” The older boy asks him, jumping up from his spot on the couch. 

Percy shakes his head solemnly, “Bad news, boss.” 

“What?!” He asks, eyes wide. “Don’t tell me she went over budget. She didn't get another mariachi band, did she?” Percy shakes his head and files this new information away. With what he’s been hearing about the last few retreats, he’s almost sad to have missed them. 

“No, but it does look super cool,” he nods, and it really wasn’t a lie- he saw a chocolate fountain on that snack table. 

“Damn,” Luke’s face twitches in annoyance. 

“But your party will be great too, I’m sure,” he smiles, nodding reassuringly. 

“Of course, it will,” he says defensively, “make sure you check back in over there from time to time. I want to know how it’s progressing.” 

“Sure,” Percy nods, but his concern at the competitiveness underlying this event grows. He wonders just how bad this will get tonight. But check back in he does, and he won’t deny he enjoys himself at the sleepover. Every time he visits, you give him a new sparkly mocktail, and the Aphrodite girls give him a new feather boa. At one point, he’s wearing heart-shaped sunglasses and eating some cake. He was very impressed when M&Ms fell out of the middle as you cut it. Apparently, it’s also one of your newest sisters’ birthdays- he’s heard whisperings of some big special present for her yet to come. 

Each time Percy returns to the other retreat, he can see Luke get a little more tense. The fact that he’s exaggerating doesn’t help either. When he tells the older boy that you have an ice sculpture spitting Dr. Pepper, he thinks he sees steam pour from Luke’s ears. It’s not like people aren’t enjoying his party, but Percy can that Luke wants to one-up you and feels like he’s falling short. 

“And I’ve heard she has a special surprise in store for Sophie since it’s her birthday. Apparently, she’s the newest addition to their cabin, so she wants to do something special,” Percy nods at him, eating a taco he had brought back from your party. Luke cuts him off by grabbing the taco from his hand just as he’s about to take another bite. “Hey!” He protests when Luke puts it right in the trash. 

“When is this surprise?” He asks the twelve-year-old. 

“The Aphrodite girls told me I should be back in like twenty minutes so I wouldn’t miss it,” Percy tells him. 

“And when was that?” 

“Like twenty minutes ago,” he shrugs, and Luke just stares at him. “Ohhhhh,” he says when he realizes how long it’s been. 

“Come on,” Luke shakes his head and starts out the door, Percy in tow. They can hear the surprise before they see it, an ABBA song blasting out of the building. Only, they don’t realize who's performing it until they walk in. Along with two of your musically-inclined Apollo sisters, you’re dressed in bell bottoms and sleeves. And you look like you’re having the time of your life- until you spot them, that is. 

“Look, look, look, look,” you pull the microphone away to mutter to Tanya. Her shock is visible, but you both keep performing anyway. The crowd goes wild at the end, and Sophie runs up on stage to give you a big hug. You let Tanya take over host duties and make your way through the crowd to the party crasher. 

“That was,” Luke starts, but you are not keen to hear whatever he has to say about your outfit, or your performance, or your party. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” 

His expression instantly sours, “I wanted some Dr. Pepper from your ice sculpture, where is it?” 

“What are you talking about?” You’re highly confused until Percy gives you the cut-it-out motion from behind Luke’s back. “We put it back in the freezer,” you say, and Percy gives you the thumbs up. No matter what you think of him, Luke’s not an idiot. He turns around in time to spot Percy’s gestures. 

“Wait a second, are you two colluding?” He looks between the two of you in shock. 

“You were colluding with him first,” you shrug, crossing your arms. “You really earned that twenty dollars, by the way,” you compliment the kid, and he gives you a pleased nod. 

“Dude,” Luke turns toward Percy, betrayed. 

“She outbid you,” he shrugs. “Hey, what if you guys just went to each other’s parties?” 

You both eye the boy suspiciously, “Why would we do that?” You ask him, and Luke nods in agreement.

“Well, you’re both so desperate to know about the other’s party, so why don’t you just experience it for yourselves?” Percy asks, and when he feels you aren’t sufficiently moved by it, he tries again. “If you attend both parties, you can decide who wins.” 

“Good enough for me,” Luke wanders off into your party.

“Yeah, okay,” you head for the door. 

“Hopeless,” Percy mumbles, shaking his head. 

An hour later, you and Luke meet in the middle of your respective parties. You stare at each other for a minute before you admit in sync, “I had fun.” 

“We have to stop doing that,” you shake your head. 

“Agreed.” 

You’re both silent again for a minute. “The slip and slide was a good idea,” you say reluctantly, soap still in your hair, “low budget but lots of fun. Tubing was good too. And the campfire.” You had changed out of the disco attire and into shorts and a T-shirt over your swimsuit. 

“Did you try-“

“Chris can really grill,” you nod. After some hesitance, you finally choke out a confession, “I am very displeased to call you the winner.”

“No way,” he shakes his head. 

“What?”

“You totally won,” he shrugs, “the disco was killer.” You only now realize he changed into pajamas. 

“You actually embraced the sleepover?” 

He flicks some grass off your shoulder, “You gave my party a fair shot.” That’s true, and you nod, looking away for a second. “The chocolate fountain was a nice touch.”

“Thank you.”

“And I was trying to tell you earlier, but your performance was really cool,” he admits. 

“Yeah?” A genuine grin grows on your face at this. Most everyone in the Apollo cabin loves music, but some of your half-siblings are more keen to perform than you. Hearing this, and from him especially, means a lot. 

“Yeah,” he nods, smiling now too. “You’re the winner here.” 

“Let’s call it a draw?” You offer, and he nods. 

“What if we just worked together and planned one party next year?” He asked, and you pretend to consider it for a moment. 

“That could be cool,” you nod, “imagine what we could do with the combined budget.” 

He grins and scrunches his nose, “How about we enjoy this year’s party until then?”

“We could do that,” you nod, “where to?”

He swiftly wraps an arm over your shoulder and starts guiding you back to your party, “Let’s boogie.” You laugh, and he thinks it’s a sound he could get used to. 

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I've been awake for too long so idk if this is coherent but I had fun <3

[notmaplemable]

RWBY + JNOR: *Digging a big hole*

Jaune: Are you sure this ancient relic is going to help us?

Ozcar: Certainly so, I've saved it for the perfect opportunity to deliver the final blow to Salem.

Jaune: Why didn't you use it-

Yang: I think we've found something!

RWBY + JNOR: *Unearth a sarcophagus. They open it to reveal a smaller box inside*

Ozcar: Ruby, why don't you do the honor and unseal the artifact.

Ruby: Okay! *Opens it*

Ruby: ...

WBY+JNR: ...

Ruby: What are "flamin hot cheetos"? And how are they going to help us beat Salem?

Ozcar: An ancient delicacy from an age now lost to history. As for how they're going to help us win.

Ozcar: Salem could never handle anything spicy.

Note: Someone sealed a bag of cheetos in a sarcophagus and I needed to share that insanity with someone.

[cloudmail-bah]

we could we get a headmate who deals with menstrual cycles? especially the pain and depression.

(not a vampire tho lol. go wild otherwise!)

of course, i know the feeling and hope this alter helps you!!

☁️ Requested Package 📬 Pain Comfort !!

💌 headmates may not turn out exactly as the information below! that's perfectly fine, pick and choose what works💕

Names: Avery, Angie, Kate, Kai, Prince, Sammie, Julia, Jacob, Xander

Pronouns: they/them, xi/xir, glorb/glorbs, she/her, plushie/plushies, bed/beds, stuffie/stuffies, gift/gifts, cotton/cottons, berry/berries, strawberry/strawberries, flame/flames, fire/fires, frost/frosts, ice/ice, snow/snows, space/space, 🛸/🛸s, 🔥/🔥s, ❄️/❄️s,

Genders / Orientations: fem-aligned non-binary, orchid, strawboreamic / pansexual

Age: 18-25 years old

Species: alien / human hybrid!

Roles: Soother, Flowsian, Utersian, Shock Absorber, Heartbeat

Sources: n/a (split due to pain / trauma around menstrual cycle ?)

Likes: chocolates, gifts, blankets, plushies, bed, being warm, also being cold, cold brew coffee, hot coco, lizards, music in the car, dancing whenever they're alone or happy, singing, playing video games, really enjoys fanfic, loves soup (idk why just a soup enjoyer) ((pasta counts as soup here))

Dislikes: others being in pain due to period cramps (doesn't get effected by it too much due to being an alien), bright / flashing lights, birds (sometimes..)

Personality: bold, confident, protective, affectionate, sympathetic, energetic, determined, hard-headed, stubborn

Faceclaims: ❄️🔥❄️ (edited some!)

Extra: favourite song is Clairo - Flamin Hot Cheetos for sure! also favorite colour is #392313

Sign Offs / Emojis: 🔥❄️, 🛸, 🛍️

[shurislover]

Sure Thing

Riri Willams x Black Fem Reader

summary : just pick up lines Riri loves to annoy you with

“ Y/N if you were words on a page you would be fine print. “

“ Riri please shut the hell up “ - You laughed

Riri has been telling you cringy ass pick up lines all day. As much as you hated them you loved them because they came from her

“ ooo i got a good one “ - Riri cleared her throat

“ Your eyes are like the ocean I could swim in them all day.”

“ Bitch my eyes are brown. “- You groaned

“ Fine fine let me look for some better ones”- Riri giggled as she searched through her phone.

You adored Riri so much. Aside from her serious side. Aside from Ironheart. She was so fun, she loved cheesy shit. She loved karaoke , baking , matching pajamas , cartoons. She loved bragging to her friends and family about how much she loved you.

“ You’ve got a lot of beautiful curves, but your smile is my favorite.”

“ Wait i love that one baby. But we all know you love my ass more “- You smirked

“ You ain’t never lie baby”- Riri smiled as she kissed your cheek

“ What else you got up your sleeve “- You questioned. 

“ I’d take you to the movies, but they don’t let you bring in your own snacks”

“ If i was a snack what snack would i be ?”- You questioned

Riri thought for a couple seconds before she screamed “ HOT CHEETOS CAUSE YOURE FLAMIN HOT “

“ Nah you got it “- You busted out laughing to the point tears started rolling down your face.

One thing about Riri…. she gonna make you laugh and that’s one of the main reasons you loved her

“ You’re too much baby.”- Riri giggled as she wiped your tears with her sleeve

“ Whew tell me another one”- You sighed as you tried to calm down from laughing

“ If you were a taser, you would be set to stun “

“ Get out , that was the worst one. “ - You sighed

“ But I love that one “- Riri smiled

“ I love you too much baby , but never tell me that pick up line again.

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chile this is so cringy lmaoo , but i wanted to write some riri related. i found majority of these on google. i saw @quintessencewrites mention cheesy pick up lines and it gave me an idea.

[aggro-my-beloved]

Here’s a list of all the redacted audio-themed questions I thought of while high :

- Can werewolves have chocolate?

- Can vampires have garlic? Specifically the Olive Garden breadsticks?

- Does Milo watch jerry springer?

- is angel and David’s getaway car at their wedding a horse drawn carriage yes or no?

- what’s asher’s go-to dad joke?

- I think Darlin’ for sure smokes weed, maybe sweetheart joins them too. Asher might tag along he seems like the type. What would their high snack be? I’m thinking flamin’ hot Cheetos or something

[ollieinoue]

Late night on October 26th, at some 7-Eleven. [ @nataliavega ]

He wandered around the 7-Eleven with Nat, pulling items off the shelves to sneak into the Movie theater with them, as they got ready to attend the midnight showing of the Five Nights at Freddy's movie in a few hours. "So the movie is in a different continuity than the games, okay? And then there are also books, and those are also in a different continuity, but then sometimes have to do with the lore of the games. But the fandom can't decide if that's true or not because there is some weird shit in the books. Like goo that forms into people, and a time traveling ball pit, and soul juice that gets infused into the robots and keep them going, and anger juice from those souls? I don't know it's weird. That bit is actually canon in the games too, I think. But I'm not sure." He tossed a bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos towards Nat. "You're probably not going to need to know any of that. I doubt they put faz goo in the movies," he said with a snort, "but hey, I was a weird 10 year old with an invested interest in indie games, and am now a weird 20 year old with an invested interest in indie games. What can I say..."

[lulutaylorsimaginarium]

THE CHAIN

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

PART ONE - PART TWO

PART THREE

 

Suddenly someone clapped in her ear rocking her out of sleep and out of the passenger seat as she heard him snicker. Gabby stared at him before taking a deep breath

“Was that necessary?”

“I was just checking you weren’t dead. I’ve never known anyone who could sleep almost thirty hours straight”

“I’m jet lagged, Garcia”

“Oh I’m sorry Ms ‘The Hague’ ”

“Where are we?”

“Bolivia”

“Why are we going around?”

“The scenic root?”

“Isn’t that insult to injury”

“Also it wouldn’t be expected” he said jumping back out of the car “Your rendezvous with your boyfriend is going to have to wait a little longer”

“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re not twelve”

“What is he? Your co-worker. Your lover?”

“You’re very interested today”

She was actually happy about it. The longer she could keep Seb out of this thing, the better. She didn’t want him involved at all. If she led Rojas to Seb and the worst happens. Gabby would never forgive herself.

She opened the car door and hopped out walking over and standing next to Benny before he handed her a bottle of water.

She didn’t know how thirsty she was until she started drinking.

“What’s the plan?”

“We’re saying with the vans and you and Pope are going into La Paz for supplies”

“What?”

“Since you’re so rested and all” Pope smiled

“Maybe you’re the one that should stay and get some sleep since you’re such a grumpy bum today”

“That’s what happens when you’ve been driving for thirty hours, Babe”

“Frankie’s been driving for thirty hours and he’s not a prick”

Any worry or tension that Frankie may have had about Gabby being mad at him disappeared instantly.

“We can’t all be Saint Frankie. Come on, let’s go”

“We’re walking?”

“It’s only a mile”

She stared at him in shock and suddenly felt tired again.

“Get road trip food” Benny called out to her as she started walking

“No”

“Flamin Hot Cheetos!”

She couldn’t help but laugh. On the run with millions of dollars and the guy wants Cheetos. There was a sweet innocence there. That or vast amounts of stupidity.

 

They walked that mile in silence, the first half was tense but the last half mile was peaceful. She stayed a step behind him, maybe a few steps behind. She was sure Santiago had been in worse situations then this.

Who was Gabby kidding?

She had been in worse situations then this but she didn’t know her way through it, and he probably did. As much as she hated to admit it. Gabby needed to follow his lead.

They headed to a small corner store she headed for the snacks and Santiago went for practicality.

She was out of the store by the time he was finished. He panicked for a second before he spotted her standing in front of a store window looking at a lavender dress. It wasn’t like it had flowers on it or anything but it was far more feminine then he had seen Gabby be.

“It’s a bit” he started

“A bit what?”

“Girly”

To his surprise Gabby laughed and shook her head

“I do get girly on occasion, Santiago” she chuckled before strolling off slowly “I promise”

He watched her for a few seconds before following. She stopped in front of a drug store and pointed

“We have stuff, Gabs”

“Band-Aids. Sinus medication. Ibuprofen. Do you really wanna be running from bad guys with a head full of snot or sore back” she smiled and looked at his legs and back up to his face “Or knees”

Santiago narrowed his eyes playfully at her

“I hate it when you’re right”

“Get used to it”

He stayed outside and kept an eye on her but also on the street too. He didn’t think that Rojas was on to them, but he wasn’t going to let his guard down until they were free and clear

That was going to be a long time.

She stepped out of the pharmacy and went to walk farther down the street before he grabbed her elbow and pulled her in the direction of the vans

“We need to get back”

“We don’t have enough”

“Do you really want to carry anymore back all that way”

“Okay, good point but can we just stay a little longer. Get something to eat that’s not freeze dried. Get a cup of coffee?”

“We have coffee”

“That’s not coffee. That’s swill”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were such a coffee snob”

“Come on. Half an hour of stillness will do you some good. Watch the world go by. Get out of our own heads”

“One coffee?”

“A single one”

“For the woman who slept for thirty hours?”

“Ugh, this again?”

“No. It’s actually impressive considering your head was on a shaking window”

“I’ve slept in worse places. Trust me”

“One coffee?”

“Yes”

“Would seem to be a good cover story if people ask”

“We’re just a couple of tourists” she chuckled “See, I’m smart sometimes”

She playfully twirled once before walking ahead down the cobblestone street.

“Ain’t no doubt about that” Santiago muttered to himself as he kept an eye on her.

He shook his head and mentally slapped himself

He had a job to do.

 

#

 

Her hair seemed more red in the sunlight.The sun was working its magic. Gabby had no clue she was under such scrutiny. She would have been uncomfortable if she had. She wasn’t one who enjoyed being the centre of attention. She was too busy enjoying the rays. Her head resting on the back of her chair, feet resting over the one another and empty coffee cups in front of them.

He playfully knocked one foot off the other and smiled

“Are you right?” she asked trying not to laugh

“We have to get you new shoes. You can’t go where we are going where ballet flats”

“Wow fancy. A man who knows what ballet flats are”

“I’m serious. You can’t run in them”

“I have hiking boots at Seb’s uncle’s farm. Stop worrying. It will all be okay”

Santiago frowned at her as she lifted her head off the chair, looking over at him.

“Is he older?” Santiago asked “Sebastian?”

“Where did that come from?”

“Is he?”

She smiled this smile that was cheeky and almost child-like

“Why would you ask that?”

“How much older?”

“Does it matter?”

“Decade?” he teased “Over a decade?”

“Santi” she warned

“Tell me”

“Sixteen years”

It was more than he had thought, more than he had guessed. Suddenly he wondered what the attraction would have been. How he had charmed her. Gabby wasn’t easily charmed.

“Wow, really?”

“Don’t do that. He’s a good guy. When you’re in some shithole in a part of the world no one cares about, life can be different”

“Hey” he said holding up his hands “Honey, I’m not judging. I’ve worked in places like that too. I get it. Comfort is comfort”

She let her head full back on the chair and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’ve missed it here”

“Bolivia?”

“Latin America. It’s different here. It’s simple”

“You like simple?”

“I love simple” She looked over at him and moved her glasses to the bridge of her nose “What?”

“Nothing” he chuckled “We should get back to the guys”

She nodded her head knowing he was right. They still had enough daylight for a few more trips into town for other supplies, but it was nice for a few minutes to pretend that they weren’t in the situation they were in.

 

#

 

Frankie, Benny and Will waited at the vans for them. They knew that Santiago and Gabby’s trip would take a while and it wasn’t because of the walk into town. It wasn’t difficult to see why Santiago gave Gabby a hard time, most of the time. Anybody who had seen kids in a playground, could see what was going on. Santiago was just falling short of pulling her hair.

After all he had a mostly working pair of eyes.

They all did.

She was beautiful and not just the packaging.

They just didn’t know if the attraction was mutual.

“Hey” Will said grabbing Frankie’s attention “Why doesn’t she drink?”

Frankie chuckled bitterly before taking a deep breath

“When they took her. They had her for almost month. The company she was working for at the time wasn’t going to pay the ransom. The US certainly wasn’t going too. So they had her for a long time. You’ve seen how fiery she is and that’s just with Pope. Imagine how Gabby would be when she was fighting for her life”

“They picked the wrong gal”

“They wanted her alive and there were only so many times they could knock her over the head. They kept her sedated by pouring homemade booze down her throat. Kept her quiet, kept her compliant” Frankie shook his head “She hasn’t been able to touch it since”

“Jesus Christ” Benny barely muttered

“Did they?” Will began to ask but couldn’t finish the question

“A bunch of men living in the jungle, who haven’t seen a woman in months? Yeah, they did. The only reason she is here right now is the fact that she refused to let them get the better of her. Gabby refused to die. The way I found her. She will never be in that state again as long as I’m breathing”

Will swore under his breath.

Even though they had known the sugar-coated story of how Gabby and Frankie met. The whole truth was a little too difficult to even want to understand.

“Heads up” Benny warned quietly

Santiago and Gabby appeared on top of the hill they were on.

She searched through the plastic bag she was holding before handing the bag to Santiago and throwing Benny his bag of chips, as if it was a football. She started laughing as she did it.

“She’s had Cuban coffee” Santiago explained

“Dude, I can see colours” she laughed

Frankie laughed but frowned “Where did you find Cuban coffee?”

“Café. It was on the menu. The cups were cute”

Frankie looked over Santiago “Fun walk, was it?”

“Interesting”

Before she knew what was happening Will had wrapped her up in a hug that came out of nowhere. Not that she minded.

“Aww” she cooed “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good” he answered kissing her on top of her head

“I should leave you more often”

“Don’t you dare”

“See Garcia. I’m easy to love”

He didn’t say anything. What could he say? The others just tried not to laugh.

[kawaiikenna]

Random thought:

What if already charged ecto-beams can’t just be absorbed back into a halfa’s body? Other, full, ghosts can just let their pre-charged ecto-beams fade away with little to no side effects or consequences. Halfas can’t, because if they do they lose that ectoplasm and it’s kind of like blood loss to a living being. Sure they can do it but if they lose too much it can be muy no bueno.

So now all I can imagine is Danny charging up an ecto-beam then not needing to use it. So what does he do? Pops the sucker in his mouth like it’s not some kind of very volatile and highly heated energy ball. No, according to Danny it tastes, and feels, like a slightly off flavor flamin hot cheeto. Has the same texture and everything.

[spaceorphan18]

5 Times Kurt Talks About Sex and 1 Time He Doesn't (Part Three)

A/N: So, this was inspired the other day by a Nonny who was asking about how Kurt interacts with others on the topic of sex and this little idea popped in my head.

It’s a little mini-series, and I’ll post one part a day, then I’ll get it up on Ao3 after it’s complete.

It’s set in a post-canon-ish world when they’re all living in New York. The whole thing takes place over the course of a day.

****

Conversation Three: Rachel

Kurt’s sitting in the café, slowly sipping a refreshing vanilla café latte with caramel drizzle.  The afternoon is turning out to be bright and sunny and has been otherwise exquisite.  There’s only one problem… Across the table sits Rachel and Jesse, snuggled closely together, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes and acting as if he isn’t even in the room.  

The two of them brush noses together, trading little kisses that only they think are cute, while Kurt leans his head on his hand with a disgusted look on his face.  The whole thing is made even more revolting by the fact that Jesse had finished off a giant bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos and his orange lips are leaving dusty marks all over Rachel’s face.  

“You’re extra spicy today,” Rachel coos into his kiss.  

“Oh, just extra spicy?” Jesse teases.  “Do you like when I get a little hot for you?” 

“Mmmm, I love it.” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” 

Why is this his life? Why did they even bother to invite him to this lunch if they don’t even seem to care that he is there? He wishes Blaine were there with him.  Then maybe he could show Rachel just how annoying PDA really can be.  Why does Blaine have to work on the weekends? 

Kurt takes another long sip of his coffee - there were truly only a few good things in the world.

Rachel and Jesse cup each other’s face - more interested in eating each other than the food on their plates. 

With Finn, her youthful obsession had been understandable, and at least Kurt had been distracted enough with his own romance that he had been able to ignore most of it when he needed to.  

And then there had been Brody… who even though lived with them for a while, at least had been tolerable.  (And oh, god, Brody! Until that moment, he had forgotten there is another dick that he has seen up close.  Completely unwillingly, and too often for his comfort, but at least he could text Elliott that his number is one higher… or not, maybe best leaving that conversation dead.) 

The point, though, is that Rachel has always had a tendency to be blinded and single minded by her romances.  Kurt had hoped once she and Jesse had gotten married that she would have grown out of her habit of being obscene in public.   

That doesn’t seem to be the case. 

“You know, Rachel, I thought you hated when your significant others ate spicy food,” Kurt shoots out.  Thinking of Brody reminds him of something, and a smug grin climbs on his lips.  

“What?” Rachel snaps her head towards him, her face contorting into a truly confused look.  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“I seem to remember a time with chicken wings and habanero sauce and a misadventure with Brody…” 

Her eyes grew wide as it dawned on her what he’s talking about.  “Kurt!” His name is sharp on her tongue.  “You swore you’d never say anything.” 

Kurt had said enough to intrigue Jesse, however.  “Rachel, darling, I thought you promised that there were no secrets between us.  I’m sure whatever this story is would only do well to strengthen our bond together.” 

Kurt lets out a snicker as he sips more of his latte.  “Are you sure you aren’t burning to tell him Rachel?” 

She gives him a glare.  “It was nothing, Jesse.  Just a stupid little thing that happened.” 

Jesse looks over to Kurt, an eyebrow arched wanting to know more. 

“Her college boyfriend went down on her after wolfing down a dozen or so very hot wings,” Kurt says bluntly.  Rachel’s face blushes a deep red as Kurt continues.  “How’d the story go - Rachel? It burned so bad that you couldn’t sit down during the subway ride home?” 

Rachel looked at him, fuming.  “Do you know how embarrassing it is riding the subway without underwear?  Just knowing those pervy guys can just tell something is going on under there?”  

“You’re the one who gave Brody dessert after his meal,” Kurt snickered.  

“I had to have a milk bath after that,” Rachel screeched unexpectedly, pointing at herself indignantly.  “And you were the traitor friend who wouldn't help me with the burn cream the doctor suggested.” 

“Oh my god, Rachel,” Kurt’s voice grows agitated. “How many times do I have to tell you I’m not going anywhere near your vagina!” 

“A true friend would have done it!” 

“Well, maybe you should have gotten Santana to rub some of her Yeast-I-Stat on you!” 

“Brody and I had already broken up by the time she did that commercial!  Or maybe I would have,” Rachel shoots back. 

“Wait, what?” 

“And I doubt that cream would have even worked!  I’ve had yeast infections that have felt better than that!” Her voice carries enough that the two teens sitting a few tables down look at her funny.  

“Oh, honey, that must have been such a painful experience,” Jesse says, cupping her cheek.  “I, myself, had the misfortune in my youth of trying to masturbate after eating nachos with jalapenos.  I thought I had washed my hands thoroughly, but even with the imported French, silken soap, it still burned. Regrettably I couldn’t touch myself for a week afterwards.  And I had to lie to my mother - telling her that I had received a critical accident when attempting new choreography with Vocal Adrenaline.”  

“Oh, my god…” Kurt mutters.  

Jesse then turns to him.  “And really, Kurt, Rachel’s vagina is the most beautiful flower whose honey I could suckle for hours if possible.  I don’t blame her college boyfriend - or any man or woman - to be so desperate for a taste they’d jump in without proper preparation.  If you are ever interested, Kurt, I’m sure Rachel would be willing to let you experiment on her so you, too, could have the nirvana-like experience I had when discovering Rachel for the first time.” 

“Right, exactly,” Rachel punctuates, until she realizes what Jesse has said.  “Oh, no, wait, Jesse…” 

“Did you just offer your wife to me for sex?” Kurt isn’t sure he just comprehended what had happened.  

Rachel waves it off. “Of course he didn’t…” 

“Rachel, we shouldn’t cut ourselves off from experiences just because they scare us,” Jesse continues.  Kurt’s eyes grow wide.  What is even happening?  “I, for one, am open for anything - especially if Kurt’s undoubted curiosity leads him to explore the vast, physical love we have for each other. I mean, why else would he bring up such a story? Though, he should be warned, I do critique technique and am not shy about it.”  

“Oh,” Kurt says, shrugging at Rachel’s mortified face.  “So, it was a proposition for a threesome. Noted.”  

Rachel lets out a regretful groan.  

“Well, that seems like it would hardly be fair,” Jesse continues.  “Blaine is also always welcome to our bed.” 

Kurt nods, going back to his latte.  He should have had lunch with Elliott.

[johnsbleu]

Wait omg could u write a little snippet it of like when reader was prego and she was having those hormone lash outs and john trying to be understanding but so confused one minute shes crying the next shes mad

ask and you shall receive.

under the cut is something i just whipped up real quick. might not be exactly what you wanted but i wrote it with the amount of time i had. if i had more time, i probably wouldn't have stopped until it was 10k lmao

This is not the current timeline. It's from when she was pregnant with Ronan. John's POV, 2.3k words

“Okay, you got your list?”

Y/N holds it up and smiles, tilting her head back, “Thank you for going.”

I look out the window and see the rain coming down in thick windy sheets, “No reason you need to get all wet.”

“I can think--” she puts her head down and laughs, “Never mind. I shouldn’t finish that sentence.”

“Well, I think you should.” I say, and she looks at me. I give her a quick kiss, “I’ll be back. I love you. Call me if you need anything.”

She nods her head and salutes, “You got it, Wick.”

I take one last look at her before I pull the hood up on my coat and run out to the car.

__

I got more than what she wanted, but with it raining so much, I know that neither of us will want to leave the house. It’s the perfect weather to just lounge around and watch movies, plus it’s a little on the cooler side, so there’s currently a crock-pot in the kitchen full of chili. We’re going to have a date night in and watch a movie and each some chili. I can’t wait. I love my wife’s chili recipe too.

“I’m back,” I say, looking up to see Y/N coming into the kitchen, “I got everything on your list, and then some. I got…the Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and whipped cream cheese.”

Y/N hums loudly and reaches for it as I watch her in curiosity, “I’ve been thinking about this lately. Baby girl wants some spicy food. I love Cheetos, so I thought it would be good to try this.”

I watch as she opens the cream cheese, which she specified had to be whipped, not regular, then she scoops some of it up with a Cheeto. She takes a bites and chews a few times before scooping up some more. She scrunches her face up and looks at me, still chewing.

“Well?”

“Um, not really that great. I mean, it’s good, but it’s not as great as I thought it would be.” she says, scooping up more, “I’ll still eat it though.”

I laugh as I reach in and get a few more things out that she wanted. I set the ice cream down on the counter and smile proudly, but her face falls which makes my stomach sink.

“This is the kind you always get, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” she says in a soft and quiet voice, “But it’s not the…it’s fine.”

I furrow my brow when I see her tearing up, “Baby, talk to me.”

“It’s not the kind I wanted,” she says, absentmindedly playing with the wrapper, and I stand there staring for a moment in pure confusion.

She is absolutely not the type of person to cry over the wrong ice cream. She’s the type to eat it anyway since it was bought. This isn’t the first time I’ve accidentally bought the wrong thing, but she’s never made a fuss about it.

“It’s the chocolate and peanut butter kind that you like,” I say, walking over to stand next to her, “You just wrote ice cream, so I thought--”

“Oh, right, it’s my fault! You had one job and it was to get the ice cream I wanted!” she says, then she puts her head down and cries harder, “Sorry! I’m not mad! I’m just…I’m a little sad. I didn’t want this kind.”

I place my hand on her back, “I can go back and exchange it. That’s no big deal.”

“No, it’s okay,” she says, despite the fact that she’s fully sobbing now.

She’s sobbing. Over ice cream. Surely there’s something else going on.

I don't know what to do so I just stand there like an idiot for a minute.

“I just really wanted that one brand we talked about, you know, the one that we tried.”

I furrow my brow as I look around, then it clicks, “Are you talking about when we went grocery shopping and they had samples?”

“Yeah!”

“Baby, that was over a month ago,” I say, but it just makes her cry harder. I immediately dig through the bag for the receipt and grab the carton of ice cream, “I’ll fix this. I’ll go get it for you right now.”

She shakes her head, “No, it’s okay. Really. I’m just being a baby.”

“No, you want what you want. I’ll be right back.” I kiss the top of her head and grab my keys off the table before quickly rushing back out to the car.

What my baby wants, she’s going to get.

I’m not even halfway down the street when I hear my phone ringing in my pocket. I dig it out and hold it to my ear.

“Everything okay?”

“You don’t have to go, John. It’s fine. I was just having a moment. I’m sorry.” she sniffles and laughs a little, “I’m sorry.”

I laugh, “It’s okay. I’m literally down the street from the grocery store. It’ll take me 10 minutes. I’ll be back before you know it. I’ll make sure to get the kind you want. What flavor?”

“Same flavor,” she says, and I start to laugh, “Just a different brand.”

“Okay, my love. I’ll be right back.”

I hear the smile in her voice when she says goodbye to me.

__

Despite the whole ice cream debacle a few days ago, things have been good. Y/N found a piece of fabric with a color she really liked for the baby’s room, so we ran into the hardware store to get it color matched. The problem was that they don’t do that at our tiny shop in Mill Neck. We were instructed to head to the big hardware store in Oyster Bay instead, which turned out to be good because I actually needed some new bolts for a few things. With a baby in the house soon, I want to make sure not a single thing falls off the walls. All of the furniture will be anchored to the wall in her room as well.

I’m not taking any chances.

“Excuse me,” a woman says, and I look over my shoulder at her, “Do you know where I can find water pumps?”

I shake my head, “No, I’m sorry. I’m not sure where that would be. I…I don’t work here.”

She laughs, touching my bicep, “I am so sorry. I just saw the dark blue shirt and assumed. I’m so sorry.”

“No problem,” I laugh, then I look up at the hanging signs above us that say what’s in each aisle, “If I had to guess, I would say bathroom stuff would be a few aisles down.”

“Okay, thank you.” she says, then she walks away.

I turn back to continue looking through the bolts, searching the size I need.

“What was that about?” Y/N asks, and I look over at her.

“Oh, she just wanted to know where water pumps would be.”

Y/N scoffs, “Water pumps. Sure.”

“Yeah, you know those pumps you put in your basement to get out water. I assume her basement flooded with all the rain we’ve had.”

“Yeah,” she says, then she scoffs again and looks at me, “I just knew this was going to happen.”

I furrow my brow and turn to face her, “What? They can’t do the paint here either? I guess we can go to Jimmy. I’m sure he knows someone who--”

“I just knew that once I got a belly and you would immediately not be interested in me anymore. I just knew you’d start to look at other women. You probably want a divorce."

I shake my head because I am confused. I’m standing here with boxes of bolts and screws in my hands, staring at my wife, so beyond confused. I just went on a 15 minute rant this morning about how beautiful she is, and I certainly didn’t go easy on her this morning when we were intimate. She’s sexy! She’s the sexiest she’s ever been, which is saying a lot because I’m fairly positive she’s the sexiest woman on this planet and that’s not a lie. I’m insanely attracted to her. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself before and I really can’t now.

“What are you talking about?” I tilt her chin up and look into her bloodshot eyes, “Honey, I am not looking at anyone but you.”

"Yeah, for now."

I tilt her chin up again, "You were there this morning. I know you know how crazy I am about you. I love you more than anything in this world, Y/N. You know this."

Y/N sniffles and closes her eyes as tears run down her cheeks, “I’m crazy.”

“You’re not crazy,” I say, bringing her into my arms, “You’re…”

She leans back and looks at me, narrowing her eyes, “I’m what?”

Her emotions have been all over the place. I’m not an idiot. I know what’s going on. Sure, when she freaked out about the ice cream the other day, I was confused at first, but then it all clicked into place. She’s hormonal and going through a lot right now. She cried over a laundry soap commercial on TV the other day, she got furious when they got our order wrong at lunch, which I will admit made me mad too since I reiterated many times that she didn’t want shrimp--she’s allergic and pregnant. She’s feeling everything on a much more intense level. I honestly feel bad. My wife always has such a cool demeanor and she’s always just relaxed and hanging out, but this past week has been rough!

“You’re feeling a lot of things right now and you’re not sure what to do with all those emotions.” I say as gently as I can since I don’t want to upset her, “Your body is going through a lot of changes right now.”

“I’m crazy, John.”

I laugh, “You’re not crazy, peach. You’re pregnant and feeling all of these emotions at once. It’s normal.”

I assume it’s normal. I don’t really know. I remember Tess was very emotional when she was pregnant.

Y/N stands back and exhales sharply, looking up at me, “I’m not gonna scare you away, am I?”

“Hell no,” I say, and she instantly smiles, “You could never scare me away. Not sure how thrilled you’ll be, but you’re stuck with me, peach. Forever.”

“Forever? Ugh, how horrid,” she jokes, then she wraps her arms around my waist, “I promise I’m getting better.”

I laugh, “You’re only six months pregnant. We have a few more months to go, so don’t make any promises.”

“Hey!” she playfully whacks my arm, “I’m trying! Give me a break. By the way, you did this to me!”

I laugh when she gestures to her belly, “Oh, I know. I actually like the little attitude you’ve been giving lately. Well, when it’s directed elsewhere. Not when it’s directed at me.”

“I’m trying not to direct it towards you, I hope you know that.”

Nodding my head, I smile, “I do.”

Y/N smiles, then it quickly fades, “I have to pee. Right this minute!”

I watch as she waddles a little and I grab the things I need before walking up to stand in line. I look around after a few minutes and see her coming back over to me with a huge smile on her face despite her red eyes. She links her arm around mine and tilts her head back to kiss me when I lean down. We walk up when it’s our turn, and the cashier glances at Y/N and furrows her brow a little when she sees her bloodshot eyes.

“Oh,” Y/N laughs, moving back a little to smooth her sweater over her growing belly, “Pregnancy hormones. I’m crying over everything. I cried over a laundry commercial the other day. The one with the little teddy bear. The little girl lost it but her dad found him, and he was all dirty, so he…took it and washed him and gave him…back.  I can’t even talk about it without getting choked up, oh my god!”

I look at her when she puts her head down, and I wrap my arm around her shoulder to pull her close. The cashier laughs and tells Y/N she’s not alone and that she was very emotional with her first baby too.

After I pay for our things, I take the bag and wrap my arm around Y/N’s shoulder as we walk out to the car. I smile when she watches me opening the car door for her, helping her in, then I rush back to the driver’s side.

“John, I’m serious,” she says, and I look at her, “I’m not always this crazy.”

“First of all,” I turn to her and take her hands, “You’re not crazy. Do you think that because you’re showing different emotions I’m going to think you’re crazy?”

She nods, “Yeah. I mean, I know that I’m pregnant but one minute I’m crying, then the next I’m mad about something like…you didn’t fold the towels right--which by the way, were folded right. I’m just--”

“Don’t say it!” I warn her, and she slouches. “Stop talking about my wife like that.”

“You’re not a mind reader and I need to realize that. I need to be more vocal with my wants and needs,” she says as I reach for her hand, “Especially during this time. I can’t get mad at you for not doing something when I didn’t even tell you in the first place. I really am sorry.”

I reach over and touch her chin, “I love you. I love all of your moods and emotions. I love seeing my sweet wife cry over a laundry soap commercial. I love this side of you.”

“It’s a freaking mess.” she says, laughing tearfully, “But thank you for loving me. It won’t last forever.”

“And even if it did, I would still love you anyway,” I cup her face and lean over to kiss her, “When I said I would love you forever, I meant that.”

She smiles as she rests her head back, “Forever is a really long time.”

“With you, it’s not long enough.”

I hold her gaze for a few moments before we both start to laugh. I absolutely meant it but I will admit it was a bit corny. She loved it though and she knows I meant it. I start the car and reach over to pat her thigh and she smiles at me, leaning over to kiss me.

“I kinda want some ice cream now.”

Looking over at her, I start to smile when I see the smirk on her face, “Tell me exactly what brand and flavor.”

[spirit-small]

From a young age, borrowers are encouraged to do as much for themselves as they can. They're social creatures by nature, and thrive in larger community settings, but their continued existence depends on not being detected. This means that small family groups and, often, solo individuals, are the norm. Not by nature, but by necessity. To that end, borrower children are taught the necessary skills for survival as early as they're able. It's not to get them out on their own quickly, but more because of how fragile and volatile a borrower's life can be. Orphans are remarkably common. They're taught to fend for themselves, because soon enough they may have to.

This is Phoenix Wright's first solo borrowing.

He is 9 years old.

The risk is low. Only two beans live here, and they're both rather preoccupied at the moment. All he has to do is get a couple of things. It'll be over before he knows it.

He silently makes his way across a countertop, and climbs into a cupboard. He knows where his target is. This borrowing stuff is easy, he didn't even SEE a bean.

Too bad he didn't hear one either.

The cupboard he's in is opened and light floods his eyes. He squints and finds himself face to face with the younger bean, caught red handed, quite literally, on account of the Cheeto dust. Flamin' Hot, naturally.

They stare at each other for a minute.

And another.

And another.

It almost seems like the bean is having trouble processing what he's seeing, as if he can't figure out what the appropriate response is.

"Um, hello. My name is Miles Edgeworth. What's yours?" He finally settles on.

"Uh.. Ph-Phoenix... Wright?"

The bean- the Miles- laughs. "I'm not sure, you tell me. Is it Phoenix or not?"

Phoenix is baffled. "Y-yes. That's right, Phoenix."

"Right." Miles nods.

"Yes."

"What?"

"That's right. I'm Wright."

"You're right? Then we're both right. Right?"

"I thought you were Edgeworth? Am I wrong?"

"No, you're right."

"That's right."

The two of them just look at each other for a moment, and simultaneously laugh. Laughing! With a bean! Phoenix is starting to suspect everything about his worldview might be a lie. Either that, or he found a rare One Of The Good Ones.

"So, um... May I ask what you're doing in my cupboard?" Miles asks. Phoenix has to think for a moment. What if he only gets mad when he realizes he's being borrowed from? Beans don't tend to take kindly to learning that.

But then again. What other explanation could there be?

"I... I was inspecting them. See, sometimes little bugs can get into these things, through even the tiniest of cracks in the wall. How would you feel if you started putting on the Ritz, only to find your crackers crawling with ants? I'm really doing you beans a service, here." Phoenix lies through his little teeth.

"...Ah... yes. Of... of course. That... makes sense. You know, if you're hungry, you can just help yourself. I don't mind. I'm sure you don't eat much. You can even take a little extra for later, if you want."

Phoenix bites into a Cheeto. He doesn't even hesitate.

"Mmmrf... Shank you... Mrrnff..."

Miles laughs, not necessarily at Phoenix's shameless display of his lack of table manners, but just... At the absurdity of the whole situation. Phoenix double checks the contents of his bag, and prepares to leave.

"W-wait! Are you... Leaving?" Miles looks at him like a sad, lost puppy.

"I have to. If I don't return soon, I'll never hear the end of it. I mean it, though... Thank you. For letting me take that stuff, and... For keeping me a secret."

"I don't recall promising to keep you a secret." Miles raises an eyebrow.

"Well, you did now." Phoenix winks. Miles gets a determined look on his face and nods.

"I understand..." He watches him as he disappears through a crack in the wall he'd never even put a second thought into. "Wait! Will I... Ever see you again...?"

Phoenix steps back out into the light for a moment. He looks down, thinking hard, considering all of the angles. Turning his thinking around- If beans are so dangerous, then the best way to survive a world full of them is to have one on your side, right? He looks up at Miles, and smiles.

"I think we can arrange that."

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Nice ass(k) week!!

Have you ever had a weenie wink?? If yes, did you like it? If no, would you try it?

Okay, okay . . . . is that a hotdog wrapped in a slice of american cheese and then wrapped in a slice of white bread and toasted? Is that what's going on in that picture?

I mean, there's nothing empirically wrong with any of it. It probably wouldn't be my first choice, but it's not making me recoil in horror.

So, to answer the question. No, I've never had one - I've never even heard of one (although A+ name). I'd eat it if it was presented to me, and probably enjoy it. I'm not sure I'd go out of my way to make it.

Although I made hotdogs this summer with a flamin-hot cheeto elote topping, so really who am I to judge? (spoilers, they were delicious).

[tabswrites]

Hey there! I'd like to learn a little more about your writing process. Feel free to give as much or as little detail as you see fit.

What do you consider to be essential for a successful writing session?

Do you like to have a certain snack or drink on hand?

Do you have to listen to a certain type of music to get in the mood or do you work better in silence?

Do you like to work in the same location every time you write or do you like to switch it up regularly?

Do you need a detailed plan of where the story is going before you can draft anything or do you prefer to jump right in and make everything up as you go along?

-with love and ✨Good Vibes✨ from a friend

Hi, anon! Thanks for the ask and good vibes! Sending them back your way 💜

About my writing process:

What do you consider to be essential for a successful writing session?

A semi-clear mind, at least for me. I’ve been trying to write after I get home from work but when I’m overstimulated and tired, the writing is never what I want it to be. It’s also important for me to have snacks and water nearby so I don’t feel the urge to get up. I really have to just shut myself away for a bit.

Do you like to have a certain snack or drink on hand?

Always something carbonated—I need the bubbles. For snacking it’s usually something that won’t get my fingers dirty so I can type at the same time, but once in a while I’ll get lost in a bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and have to take a break.

Do you have to listen to a certain type of music or do you work better in silence?

Honestly, I don’t write with music most of the time. It distracts me because I listen to music with my whole body and just get focused on wanting to jam out 😂 sometimes I’ll have a particular song in mind when I’m writing something—in Ch. 7 of Tomb of Light (which will be available later today!), I had this song stuck in my head:

Which is…painfully obvious if you read the chapter. I have decided that it’s an unofficial Mara song.

Do you like to write in the same location every time you write or do you like to switch it up regularly?

I am practically a hermit and I never leave my apartment except to go to work and to buy food. 99% of the time, I am writing on my bed or my couch. Occasionally I will write at work if it’s not crazy and it’s quiet at break time, but it usually isn’t these days. I would like to go outside sometimes and change it up a bit but the weather has been nasty.

Do you need a detailed plan of where the story is going before you can draft anything or do you prefer to jump right in and make everything up as you go along?

My initial plan for ToL was: People have trippy hallucinations in a purple forest that give them magical powers. All I knew for sure was that magic would be illegal, one of the characters would be an exile, and one would be a guard. I got through two chapters with just that vague concept. Then I got stuck.

I have been doing a lot of thinking about the end of Book One and now that I have a clear picture of my end goal, outlining the next few chapters has been so much easier. I think the trick for me was to force myself to become invested in it first so I would have to plan the rest out in order to finish it. It worked!