#she has errands but that is a okay i love her and have nowhere to be AND am getting a ride. so.

[indiegame]

best coworker is giving me a ride home. bless.

[rebelliousstories]

Ain’t That A Pretty Sight

Relationship: Cooper Howard x Reader

Fandom: Fallout

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst, Brief Suggestive Themes, Drinking, Pregnancy

Word Count: 3,265

Main Masterlist: Here

Fallout Masterlist: Here

Summary: This is the story of how Cooper fell in love with his wife again, Janey is really excited, and Barb makes this about her.

“Honey, I’m home!” There was silence as she stepped inside. The entire time that she had been living with the enigma of a man known as Cooper Howard, the house had never been silent. Setting down the bags of groceries in the kitchen, she left them in favor of looking for her husband. He was nowhere to be found on the first floor, even though the T.V. was still playing in the den. Moving up the stairs, she heard a noise, but could not confirm who was making it.

Checking in their room, she was disappointed to see it empty. But then she heard that same noise again, coming from the room across from theirs. Janey’s room. She made her way to her stepdaughter’s bedroom and pushed open the cracked door. Lying down on the floor with the young girl, was her husband. And in his hands, was a doll. It warmed her heart to see Cooper playing with his daughter, doing different voices for the dolls and what not. They were in their own little world for a while as she continued to watch them, but Janey looked up and caught her.

“Honey!” The young girl jumped up and ran to tackle the woman in a hug. Rolling, Cooper just watched his girls for a moment before he decided to get up. While honey was not the woman’s name, Janey still called her that after watching her dad do it so often.

“Have you been having fun, miss Janey?” She asked of her stepdaughter, not quite wanting to let the girl go yet. Janey was the first to pull away and nodded vigorously.

“Daddy has been playing with me the whole afternoon. It’s been fun.” Cooper finally made his way over to his wife to pull her in close. As Janey went back to her dolls, the Howard’s shared a loving kiss as they wrapped up each other in their arms.

“Hey honey. Was everything okay at the doctors?” He ran his hand up and down her back as he kept her close.

“Yeah. Just a little something I gotta discuss with you. But it can wait.” She reassured him, even though that look on his face said otherwise.

“I got to put the groceries away. Just wanted to see where you were.” Reluctantly, Cooper let us wife go back downstairs to do what she was doing, and went back to his daughter. His mind raced as he tried to think about what she could possibly be waiting to tell him.

Meanwhile downstairs, Mrs. Cooper was busy making dinner for that night. She was making enough for all three of them, even though she did not know when her husband’s ex-wife would be stopping by to pick up their daughter. Still, she wanted Janey to have enough to eat if she was going to be late. There was a full spread out on the table within the hour, and she was calling out for her husband and stepdaughter to join her in the dining room.

Eagerly, Janey began talking about her day with her dad. Becuase she had her doctor’s appointment and a few other errands to run, Cooper had thankfully taken the day off from work. It made everything a lot easier to flow throughout her day, especially the appointment. As they ate, her hand drifted over to Cooper’s as her nerves started to show. The later it got, the more she grew nervous.

A knock at the front door broke all of them out of their conversation. Cooper dismissed himself from the table, and went over to the door while she began to reengage Janey in the conversation. Hushed, clipped voices were heard from the front of the home, and footsteps followed shortly afterwards.

“Janey, your momma’s here.” Both girls at the table turned to where Cooper had reemerged with Barb next to him. Janey shot up out of her chair, much like she did earlier, and went to go hug her mom.

“Hi Barb.” She greeted, standing from her seat.

“Hello.” Barb’s voice was clipped as she spoke to the woman, which was not unusual for them. No matter how many times she tried to get along with Barb, for everybody’s sake, the woman refused to so much as give her a polite smile.

She sent a tight lipped grin to her husband, before beginning to clear the table. Plates were placed in the kitchen sink to take care of, as she heard the three other people in the house talking. Her hands and mind were kept occupied by the mundane task of cleaning the dishes from dinner as she did not want to intrude on their conversation. Small footsteps made their way into the kitchen and she turned to face Janey.

“Bye Honey.” The child said innocently, wrapping her arms around the woman sweetly.

“Oh, goodbye sugar cube. I’ll see you next week, okay?” She reassured, and only let go when Janey did. The girl left and went to her mom once more, who only stared at the woman still crouched with disdain.

Rising up, she waved them off while Cooper walked them out. Turning back to the dishes, she kept going about her routine while trying not to think too hard about Barb and her nature towards her. Finally she was able to place the dishes on the drying rack while hearing heavy footsteps grow closer. Arms wrapped around her waist while she was placing the last dish down.

“Now, ain’t that a gorgeous sight.” Cooper drawled, pressing himself against her back and resting his head on her shoulder.

“You’re just being partial.” She retorted, wiping her hands off and resting them on top of her husband’s.

“Want dessert?” She turned in his arms to face him with a smirk.

“Whatcha giving me?”

“Gin martini.”

“Well, then yes. I’d love dessert. Although I’d love it more if you were paired with the martini.” A husky whisper was placed in her ear right as she went to go leave.

“Mr. Howard!” She exclaimed, turning and looking at her husband with a shocked look on her face at his words. He just smiled innocently at her in return.

“What?” Cooper’s tone was so innocent, she was almost able to think that he did not mean anything by that comment. But the little smirk he gave her was enough to tell her that he knew exactly what he meant. Chuckling, she went over to their mini bar in the living room while Cooper made his way to the sofa. He patted his thighs as she neared with only one drink in hand.

“Thank you dalrin’. But where’s yours?” Cooper inquired while taking a sip of the drink his wife made for him.

“Not in the mood for a drink tonight.” She shrugged offhandedly. Cooper was confused and set the glass down on the table to wrap abound his wife.

“Alright now,” he started, “you told me earlier that you had something that could wait to talk about. You’re not having a drink even though I just bought a new thing of that grenadine that you love so much. So what’s going on?”

“Well, I wanted to tell you alone because I wasn’t sure how Janey would take it. Let me go grab something.” She pressed a kiss to his head as she hopped off of his lap. Rummaging around in her bag, she pulled out a little white envelope that held a very important piece of paper inside. Making her way back over, she sat in her husband’s lap once more, and gave the envelope to him. Cooper looked at the item in his hands with a skeptical glance before looking at his wife.

“Go on. Open it.” Her excited expression prompted the man to follow suit. His hands retracted the rest in between them and began to tear through the paper envelope. There was another piece of paper in the envelope that Cooper pulled out. He glanced at his wife before beginning to read the paper in his hands.

Her nail found its way to her mouth as she tried not to bite down nervously on her freshly done manicure. The longer she waited, the more doubt crept into her. What if he was upset? What if this forever changed them and they would never recover? Cooper’s jaw fell as he neared the edge of the page, and he finally looked at his wife. His knuckles were white as they gripped the paper.

“Is this real?” He whispered, eyes focused solely on hers. She nodded, and that was when life became a blur.

Cooper disregarded the sheet of paper and picked her up in his arms as he stood. The pure laughter that left his body as he held her close made her also laugh out of reflex. He spun them around, unable to contain his excitement over the news. Setting her down gently, Cooper grabbed his wife’s waist and pulled her in close to kiss her senseless. The only reason they separated was the lack of oxygen, and she was utterly stunned by the reaction from her husband.

“So, you’re happy?” She asked timidly. Her hands began to play with his shirt buttons while she dipped her head down. Gentle fingertips brought them back up, and now she was face to face with him again.

“I’m over the moon, darling. You’ve given me the most perfect gift I could have ever asked for. How far along?” Cooper ran his hands all over her midsection, unable to help himself.

“Eleven weeks. I want to wait before telling anyone else. I mean, if you want to tell Janey when we get her next week, we can. But everyone else can wait.” She patted his chest, and leaned in for a kiss. He greatly appreciated it, but pulled away fast.

“We’ve gotta set up a nursery.” Cooper suddenly proclaimed. She giggled at the eagerness of her husband and they spent the night talking about everyone for their little baby.

Almost two months later, it was once again their week with Janey. Telling the girl that she was going to become a big sister felt like a relief, and she was so excited. Janey had helped her dad put together the crib, paint the walls, and decorate the area. They still had yet to get a changing table in, but she was only four months along; they had plenty of time.

Hooves clomping and chatter from outside in the pasture became louder and louder, prompting her to poke her head outside. The Howard duo had just returned from another function, and they were eagerly talking about it. As soon as they came inside, Janey gave a quick hug and hello to her stepmother, and little sibling, before running up the stairs to go wash up. Cooper, however, was a little more nonchalant about washing up for dinner.

“Uh uh. No sir, Mr. Howard. You are going to wash before I vomit and ruin my appetite.” Mrs. Howard pushed her husband away who tried to come in for a hug and a kiss.

“Mr. Howard, huh? We back to using last names, darling?” He teased, trying again to step forward and give her affection. But she just pushed him away and to the stairs.

“You want me to use your first name, then you better go wash. I’m serious, Coop. The smell.” She complained, but was relieved when her husband obliged and left for their room upstairs.

Several minutes went by before Janey returned. It was clear that she had only washed her hands and face, as well as changing into new clothes, but it was a big improvement on the smell of horses and sweat that bothered her. The girl was helping place food and plates on the table, when the doorbell rang.

“Have your daddy finish when he gets out here. I’ll go get the door.” The woman instructed, and made her way over to the front door. Pulling it open, she was a little surprised to see Janey’s mom here this early in the evening. She called out for the little girl to come to the door, who greeted her mother warmly. Soon she was taking off for her room to grab her things that she would be bringing to her mom’s house. Which left the two women there awkwardly.

“How are you doing today, Barb?” She tried to start, but the woman was not having it.

“How far along are you?” Barb quipped, her tone sharp and clipped.

“Um, just made it to eighteen weeks. We go in soon to find out the gender.” Her tone was happy, as compared to Barb’s. But for some reason, the joy was not shared.

“Is it Coop’s?” There was the reason. Taken aback by the invasive and offensive question, she was not quite sure how to respond to that.

“I’m- I’m sorry?” She stuttered, gripping the side of the door to control herself.

“And are you sure that Cooper is ready for another kid? At his age? He’s done with that part of his life. He already has Janey. And Janey, how is she going to feel once you have the baby and aren’t showing her as much attention. Besides, if you two don’t have godparents for the child, they’ll end up growing up alone if something happens to you two.” Stunned was all she felt. There was a sense of numb that washed over her body as she took in the woman’s words. Barb said all of that with such confidence that it almost made her second guess this whole pregnancy.

“Barb, what are you doing here so early?” Cooper came up behind his wife and placed an arm around her waist so that his hand rested on her stomach.

“Picking up Janey and discovering this… situation. You never told me.” She spoke smoothly, while the current Mrs. Howard was panicking inside.

“Well, we just didn’t want anything to happen and have us say something too soon. But, yes Barb, we’re expecting a baby in a few more months. Janey is really excited about being a big sister.” He reassured the woman, rubbing soothing circles into the side of his wife’s belly.

“Oh, Janey knows already?” The shock on Barb’s face was almost enough to make her feel good.

“Yep. She’s super excited. I think she may be more excited than us to have this baby.” Cooper joked, pressing a kiss to his wife’s temple as she was starting to come out of her stupor.

“Is this really the best thing for you, Coop?” There it was again.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He countered, not willing to back down to his ex-wife.

“Well, with your age and already having an older child, is this really the best course?” Barb shifted her weight from foot to foot while crossing her arms.

“Barb, I was in my early fourties’ when Janey was born, and a lot of people think that’s too old. I like being a dad, and I can’t wait to have another baby.” At that moment, Janey came running down the stairs with all her stuff ready to go. The adults did not talk much after that, choosing to focus on the child instead of anything else. She said a quick goodbye to her father, stepmother and baby sibling before going along with her mom to where her car waited.

As soon as Barb left, she felt like she could breathe again. Making her way into the kitchen, she finished setting the table and began dishing out food before any more conversation could come up. Of course, Cooper noticed the odd way his wife was acting throughout dinner, but he figured that she would come to him when she was ready.

After dinner, the woman hurriedly collected the plates and dishes to clean them, leaving Cooper at the table confused. This went beyond normal pregnancy hormones being out of balance. He waited a moment, before getting up and going to the kitchen where she stood over the sink full of dishes. She was busy scrubbing away, and flinched when her husband’s hands wrapped around her middle and pulled her close.

“Ain’t this a pretty sight.” He drawled, peppering kisses down her neck and shoulders; wherever he could reach.

“What, Coop?” She retorted, not pausing her task in spite of the affection.

“Well, just my beautiful wife being all domestic. Washing dishes after she made her husband a scrumptious meal, round with my child. It does something to a man.” Cooper’s voice dropped down low and gravely, which she knew he knew that was her weakness. Anytime his voice got like that, she was not able to think clearly anymore.

“What’s got you so bothered tonight, momma?” He rested his head against her shoulders, and felt how tense they were.

“It’s nothing. Just stuff Barb said.” When she tried to resume her dishes, Cooper took them out of her hands and spun her around. Her back to the sink, and her eyes downcast as she was unable to look at him in the eyes. But gentle fingertips fixed that real quick.

“Now what could she say that would get you this bummed?” He was super concerned for his wife’s wellbeing; normally she would not put any validity into the words that woman said.

“She asked me if the baby was yours, and then went on a spiel about how you probably didn’t want another kid. Or how Janey was going to feel left out with a baby in the house. And even how she would not care what happens to the baby if something were to happen to us. I mean, who makes a pregnancy not related to them about them.” Tears began to well up inside hers eyes as she let her mind race with thoughts that she was voicing out loud.

“Oh, darling. Come here.” Cooper pulled her in close and pushed her face into his chest. She cried hard, and all he could do was keep consoling her. He let her get out everything that was bothering her in that moment, and never once tried to rush her. It took several minutes for her sobs to die down enough that she could be intelligible.

“Now, I want you to listen and listen well, darling,” Cooper spoke softly as he held her close. “I don’t want you to listen to a thing that woman says. She’s just bitter. I know that baby’s mine because I know that you would never do that to me. You know that Janey might be more excited than us to have a new member of the family, and you know damn sure that we’ll figure out a contingency plan for our child when we get there. You’re only five moths along, just over halfway. You still got some cookin’ to do for that little bun.”

She giggled lightly as his southern accent came forth more and more the longer he talked. Taking this as a good sign, he pulled away just enough to see her face. Keeping one hand around her body, he brought the other to wipe at her face, drying the remaining tears.

“I love you so much, darling. And this little bundle we’re gonna have in our arms in a few months? I’m gonna fall in love with you even more.” Cooper pressed a kiss to her lips, and wrapped her back up in his arms. once they pulled away again, she smiled genuinely since before dinner.

“Ain’t that a pretty sight.”

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Okay, i know you have request closed but if i don’t write it down I’ll forget. First love your soldier boy dad writing! I have binged it all now! But what if soldier boys comes back and he realizes his baby needs him cause homelander is like freaky obsessed with her. And like she meets with homelander or something and HL hurts her so she runs to her dad cause he’s the only one that can really protect her and soldier boy gets so mad at HL

I'm a sucker for dad!soldier boy and soldier girl 😭

Suddenly

Warnings: homelander being a creep, reader devastated that he isn't the brother she grew up with, hl giving off incesty vibes, papa soldier boy coming back into the picture, this time he's not going to disappoint his baby girl, dark themes, you've been warned, homelander giving ick vibes, assault, fighting back

Time in Russia had Ben coming to terms with cold, hard truths. By now Payback was never going to rescue him. Not like he'd hoped. Maybe due to his personality being on the constant 'dickhead' switch, no one was really in a hurry to save him. There was no leaving Russia alive for him. Another painful fact. Nowhere near as agonizing than the fact he'd royally fucked up as a parent. He didn't spend the time he should have with you and Homelander. Soldier Boy regrets not using a softer tone and hand with Homelander when he was disciplining the boy. Shouldn't have shooed you out of the way when all you wanted to do was show him a fucking picture you'd drawn.

He replays the last time he saw his kids. Your birthday was coming up soon. Your 18th birthday, a milestone. Soldier boy would never consider himself a sentimental man, but something in his battle weathered heart thawed and warmed that his little girl wasn't so little anymore.

You never asked for anything for your birthday. The most Soldier Boy would do (if not given a hint from Homelander as to what you'd want) is give you money and maybe a doughnut in lieu of an actual birthday cake. Regardless of what Soldier Boy bought you, you always gave him a genuinely grateful smile, appreciating that he was performing the bare minimum. Homelander's gifts always blew whatever Soldier Boy gave you out of the park anyway. He was the one who really knew you.

It dawned on him that he shouldn't have relied so heavily on his son to care for you when Homelander was a child himself. The two of you ended up developing an unhealthy attachment. Moreso Homelander than you (Vogelbaum had brought this to his attention some years ago).

An 18th birthday was something to fucking party about though. When Payback's military grade helicopter landed in Nicaragua, Soldier Boy had been thinking about where he'd hidden your special present. For once he was excited about something that didn't involve killing or fucking.

"Hey, earth to Ben." Your voice catches him off guard, pulling him from his dark revere.

He's not in Russia anymore.

He's not even in the same year as he had been when abducted.

Ben stares at you for a moment. That vacant stare of his has you going on guard just in case something triggered his PTSD.

You're older than 18 now. A full grown woman standing in a rundown, shitty little motel kitchenette. The pan you were using was set aside and you turn off the burners of the stove before facing your dad.

"You good?"

Blinking once, Soldier Boy shakes off whatever spell was cast over him. "Yeah. Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?"

You understood the moments of displacement you 'd feel when you realized your father was alive and right in front of you. He hadn't aged a single year since his supposed death that Stan Edgar convinced you happened. It was just so fucking weird.

"I was saying that I need to run out for an errand. Hughie and Butcher will be here if you need anything."

The usual Soldier Boy returns with a roll of his eyes. He exchanges a glance with Butcher who was intently watching Vought News in the armchair near the motel window. Butcher merely offers him a shrug.

You doubt he would actually need anything. The Boys hooked up your dad with several pounds of weed, alcohol and cigarettes that would last a normal person a lifetime. This was nothing to Soldier Boy. He would demolish it within a couple of days.

Hughie leans in to whisper in your ear "Are you sure you want to go back to Vought? Annie said she had everything under control over there."

Watching Soldier Boy eat his breakfast and taking a swig of some good old fashioned morning whiskey, you lower your voice so only Hughie could hear. "I love Annie and respect her, but I HIGHLY doubt even she has control in regards to Vought and the Seven."

Before leaving, you shoot the three of them a menacing look. "Behave. All of you."

You'd lied to Hughie though.

When Butcher returned from Russia with Soldier Boy and after the incident incident with Crimson Countess, you thought of the brother you used to know frequently. It wasn't long ago that Homelander had been your best friend. You hoped beyond all hope that you could bring that brother back.

You'd purchased a burner phone and, memorizing Homelander's personal number, called him. His immediate reaction was to curse you out, naturally. You let him before reminding him of the bond both of you built through years of surviving Soldier Boy's home together. Making something of yourselves without the looming shadow of your father. You'd told him that if there was any chance of reconciliation that he should meet you at a disclosed area. Just the both of you. There was guarded refusal. You could be luring him into a trap. Finish him off once and for all. And like the rest of the world, Homelander didn't believe you when you finally told him that Soldier Boy was alive.

That was enough for Homelander to agree.

One might consider you paranoid by the many times you'd looked over your shoulder as you flew to the top of Vought Tower. A semi-public place where if a struggle ensued, many people would be tipped off below. You'd also have more options of escape in the open air.

The door to the top of the roof opens. You stand taller and square your shoulders off.

Homelander lets the door fall closed behind him. His strides to you are slow and calculated, imitating a predatory animal circling a scrumptious morsel of meat. Blue eyes dart around you, assuring himself you didn't bring any unwelcome visitors.

"He's really alive?'' Was Homelander's greeting.

You toss him the cheap burner phone that was capable of taking subpar pictures. Homelander eyes you before leaning down to pick up the flip phone. His lower lid twitches when he makes out Soldier Boy in the picture sitting across from Butcher at some small table.

Adam's apple bobbing, Homelander's expression difficult to read. "How?"

"Apparently the Russians had him. Payback was working with them as well as Vought to get rid of Soldier Boy." Would he believe you?

Scoffing, he tosses back your phone but there's no point in keeping it anymore. You crush it in your grip, fingers opening to let the crumbled remnants be carried away by the wind.

"John, please. I miss my brother." The man in front of you was a stranger wearing your brother's face.

He tilts his chin up. "You're the one who ruined us. YOU fucked right off to join William Butcher and his band of miscreants. And its you who has no one to blame but yourself."

"John-"

He's fast, his hand inches away from grabbing your face before you dodge out of the way, deftly avoiding him. His temper has grown worse, you observe, since you left the Seven. Homelander was already on a rapid decline mentally after killing Madelyn Stillwell. Your abandonment was simply icing on top of the shitty cake.

You had to tread VERY lightly around him.

What was your aim for this interaction? Homelander would never leave Vought or the Seven nor would he want to join you and the other vigilantes. Hell, the Boys would never accept him.

You wanted to see for yourself if there was any piece left of your childhood within him.

Starting into his red rimmed eyes, you saw nothing of the boy who held your hand as the both of you crossed the street to get to school. He was gone.

"You" He points a red gloved finger in your direction "betrayed me."

He won't listen to reason.

"I didn't want to." You whisper, recalling the moments when Homelander actually made you feel unsafe just before you made the decision to leave. How he'd started to stare at you for an uncomfortably long time. His simple, innocent gestures and caresses were becoming. . . worrisome.

You'd thought it was just you imagining things. Homelander was just like that with you. He practically raised you after all. Homelander was the one to make your sack lunch for school. The one who got you ready, choosing your clothes for the day and braiding your hair.

His touches had changed though. They lingered and tightened on you, becoming possessive with each passing day since Stillwell's murder.

There was an instance when he'd captured your face in both his hands. You'd thought maybe there was something on your face, remnants of lunch, but no. He'd nearly kissed you full on the lips. For once you're grateful for the Deep popping up out of nowhere. It was the only thing that had Homelander dropping your face and returning to a semi-normal facade.

You see that Homelander right in front of you. The one that made your stomach curdle and goosebumps prickling upon your arms.

"I never thought you'd become an ungrateful bitch." With each step he took closer to you, you took another one back. "You're mine. You have always been mine from the moment Soldier Boy brought you home, you've been mine." His hands kept clenching up as if he was trying to will restraint in himself.

You're ready for a fight.

What you aren't ready for was Homelander being faster in grabbing your arms so you couldn't escape and smashing his lips against your's. You feel yourself scream as a struggle begins. He's trying to keep you in his arms, pull you down to the ground. His kiss turns aggressively desperate with teeth biting down on your lower lip when you try to turn your face away.

Heart rate freaking out, you go by pure animal instinct to get out of Homelander's hold. Your teeth sink down into his forearm, tearing cloth and skin alike. Letting out a howl, Homelander throws you to the ground, reeling back to examine the sizeable bite mark you gave him. He wasn't used to seeing his own blood.

He forgot that he should have been just as fearful of you as you were with him and his own powers.

The stickiness of his blood covers your mouth as you glare at him.

Since the brother you once loved was no longer present in Homelander, you weren't afraid anymore of pulling punches.

You stand up to your full height and feel the heat of your lasers burn in the back of your eyes.

Homelander seemed to match your feelings as his heated glare literally shines from his eyes. "I'm not letting you get away to go back to him."

"That's unfortunate. I've got no plans on staying here." You snarl and just as you levitate off of the ground, Homelander is grabbing you by the ankle and tries to slam you back down.

He could easily rip your leg off.

Your panicked jerking manages to free you from his grasp.

Like a bullet you take off across the sky. Looking back every so often just to make sure he wasn't following you. He wouldn't dare to make a scene where civilians can easily spy the both of you from the ground.

You're certain you've broken a few records by how fast you flew across the city to get back to the hideout.

Nearly ripping the motel door of it's hinges, you startle the men in there. Hughie gapes at the actual bruises developing on your face and the red smear across your mouth. Everything about you must have looked a horrifying mess.

Soldier Boy stands from where he'd been sitting on the bed. Eyes wide as he takes you in. "What the fuck happened to you?" He's the first one to take action and go to you.

Looking at him now, the feelings you'd tried pushing back start trickling forth. You realize Homelander had not just physically assaulted you, but it had nearly turned into a sexual assault too.

You damn the tears that well up your eyes, distorting the image of your father. "I. . . John. . ."

"John? John did this to you?" The words felt hollow coming out of his mouth as he stood in a daze. Homelander had harmed you? That didn't sound right. Then again, a lot had changed.

Mentioning Homelander's birth name caught the others' attention.

You touch your mouth where Homelander had kissed you. You realize the blood around your lips may not just be Homelander's blood. Where he'd bitten your lower lip is a tender gash that is also leaking red.

"Sit down. You're shaking." Soldier Boy, taking on the role of a caring father (and surprising everyone with his gentle tone) pushes past Butcher and Hughie who helplessly watch. Using your shoulders to guide you to the arm chair, your dad sits you down. He kneels in front of you to get a good look at the wounds all over you. "Tell me what he did."

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you're focused on your hands and the specks of red on them. "He tried- I don't know. . . He. . ."

Gently, Soldier Boy uses his index finger to raise your face up. "Tell me, baby girl."

That got you. The tears were now freely rolling down your face when you meet similar blue eyes. "I wanted to see if there was anything left of the brother I knew." You whimper, voice warbling. "Dad. . . he didn't try to kill me. He tried doing something worse."

Ben's eyes widen, as if dots were being connected. His soft demeanor which he'd revealed just to you hardens into something ugly. You didn't like how quiet the motel room had become.

You flinch when Soldier Boy attempts to hug you. He stops and not wanting to upset you further, didn't try again. You're the one who wraps your arms around him.

Fiercely, Soldier Boy returns the embrace.

"I promise you, I won't ever let him lay a hand on you again." He feel his jaw tighten as he snarls out. "The next time I see him, I'm going to kill him."

[wyndowpane]

okay so i made a pinterest and seeing all the sonic headcanons is making me want to make my own so… SONIC HEADCANONS ‼️

Sonic is very forgetful and as such Tails puts sticky notes around their house reminding him of any errands he needs to run or things he has to do

Sonic loves to boast about Tails’ accomplishments. Sonic has the biggest ego but he’s also so proud of Tails that he will, much to Tails’ embarrassment, loudly proclaim how cool his inventions are

Amy loves going over to visit Cream and Vanilla to help out, and she loves baking with them

I don’t see people talking about Vanilla nearly enough, but i think everyone who knows her adores her and likes to help her out - she is a single mum, after all. Sonic will run errands for her, Amy will babysit Cream, Knuckles will carry her grocery bags for her, Tails will make her little gadgets and trinkets with Cream, etc. It’s all very sweet

Sonic takes a lot of naps. It doesn’t matter when or where he just plonks himself down and he’s out

Amy carries a polaroid camera around with her to take photos with her friends and then pin them to a cork board

I’ve seen this said before, but Silver is a history nerd

He’s also a giant trivia fan. He’s the kind of person that’ll memorise the dates that his favourite movies came out and then pull that fact from nowhere and his friends are all really confused as to why he knows that off the top of his head (No i’m not projecting. Shh.)

I also strongly believe Tails knows how to sew and has a sewing machine

Blaze, Shadow and Espio probably have a book club. Sometimes Tails and Silver will join them on their sessions.

Knuckles taught Amy some hand-to-hand combat. Boxing stuff, yaknow?

Blaze’s gloves are a lot tougher and more abrasive to withstand her fireballs

Sonic is a big fan of older things believe it or not. From classic fairytales and stories (thinking back to the storybook games), to retro music and 80s movies

^Side note, he also loves Michael Jackson’s music and i think he’d love Back To The Future

I also think that Silver likes Star Wars

Silver has a sweet tooth, but Blaze has a more savoury taste. Blaze’s tolerance for spicy foods is also much higher than Silv’s

Espio and Blaze are also big on candles, i think

Because Silver grew up in the literal apocalypse, i think he’s very adaptable. he’ll manage with what he’s got, and he’s very resilient

Tails prefers 2D animation to 3D. Charmy prefers 3D animation. Cream chooses to not get involved in the matter

Vector was in a band in his youth, just like he is now with Espio and Charmy. He wasn’t any better back then, but he also wears hearing aides now because he busted his hearing with his music too loud. He still hasn’t learnt his lesson from that.

Just shooting off a few for you! When my mental headspace gets worse Sonic is always my comfort fandom, so here i am, and i hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you would like more or if you had any ideas, i’m especially trying to think of some for Mighty and Ray, because they’re my special little guys goddammit.

Remember: stay way past cool!

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : ACCIDENTS

Requested and idea from my boo @harlowcomehome

It was that time where you finally transitioned Mia into using the big toilet. Jack and you have been having a difficult time getting her to even use her small little potty seat, but after roughly months of trying to get her to go, it seemed like she finally got the hang of it all.

She just wanted to make sure there weren't monsters or fishes coming to get her while she peed. Funny little thing, you don’t even know where she got that from, but you couldn’t blame her since, you, a grown adult, has to always do a double take to make sure snakes weren’t hiding.

You and your little family were coming back home from your doctor's appointment and running errands.

As soon as you made it inside the house, Mia was jumping up and down. “I gots to go potty.”

“Go, go, go.” Jack reassures her and turns her towards the bathroom.

Next thing you know, you hear a loud splash. “EWWWW.”

You run towards the bathroom “What happe- JACKMAN!!!!!” You yell, you go to help your daughter stand up.

“Daddy did this?” She pretends to barf, “Ugh gross, my booty is wets.”

You’re fixing your daughter a warm bath so she can clean herself up.

“She had an accident?” Jack asks, walking into the bathroom, noticing Mia was in the bath.

“She fell inside the toilet, someone forgot to put the seat down.” You raise your eyebrows at him smirking.

“Yeah daddy, there’s ladies who live here and use that.” Mia sasses, splashing some water.

“I’m sorry bug, we were rushing in the morning and I guess I just forgot.”

“I could have drowned.”

You laugh at that, “Mia, you’re being silly.”

“Hmm, my butts got wets, so that’s no silly.”

“I know baby, but it was an accident.”

Jack nods, “I’m sorry bug, I promise to not leave it up no more.”

“We get daddy his own potty, he not know how to put it downs. That way he don’t forget.” Mia tries to reason with you.

“Yeah, Jackman, you need to learn how to put the seat down. Your daughter almost got eaten by the toilet.” You tease.

You help Mia out of the tub, wrap a towel around her little body and start drying her off.

Jack walks out but he comes back literally twenty seconds later with a pair of clothes for Mia.

Mia shakes her head dramatically, “Boys are yucky.”

Jack is nodding, but you can tell he’s getting a bit hurt by the teasing.

She looks at Jack , “You no yucky, I just kidding.”

“I know baby, I just need to remember to put it down.”

“Don’t be sads okay? It just didn’t feel nice. I still love you.” Mia reassures Jack, trying to comfort him because she can tell he was getting upset due to the teasing the both of you were giving him.

“I love you too baby, let me go double check that all the toilet seats are the way they're supposed to be.” He gives both of you a kiss on your forehead. “Then we can sit back and watch some movies.”

You both nod.

Mia makes sure her dad is nowhere near that he can hear what she’s about to say.

She rubs at your growing belly, and whispers “Baby brother we teach you not to leave it ups.”

You laugh at that.

You know damn well your daughter will not let this go.

She might not say it in front of Jack, but she’ll tell her uncles and her grandparents, and you know they’ll be making jokes about it for a while.

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[yenqa]

GLUE SONG!!

synopsis : love songs were definitely your favorite song to write. but with little experience it’s hard to get the right words out, so you search left and right for any opportunity. until you realize, he’s been hiding in plain sight all along.

warnings : uhh theyre so awkward Lawl, i dont think theres any tho?? just fluff

wc : 606 words

003 : great minds think alike

Being productive on a Saturday morning was something you didn’t expect would happen. But your mom just couldn’t get out of bed this morning and forced you to buy ingredients for dinner.

Though, she let you use her money to go shopping as a reward for the fact you probably had to go to three groceries stores just for her special surprise of a dinner was truly a karma itself coming for you.

So you didn’t mind the fact you had basically gotten free money, even if you had to take a little detour on the way home.

Deciding to try a new cafe today, you pull open the heavy door admiring the calm atmosphere of it.

The cafe wasn’t busy, but still had a few people sitting around, a majority with eyes glued to their laptop and an empty coffee cup sitting next to them.

You walk up to the cashier, waiting for the tall man to notice you as you make sure they have the drink you want to order.

He looks up to you, eyes widening as he quickly puts his phone down, walking up to the cashier.

“Sorry, not many customers have come today, surprisingly, what can I get you?”

Before you can even realize, you say “Do you have a recommendation? I don’t know what to get.”

That's a lie. You always drink a latte.

“Oh, that’s okay, I always get the iced americano.” 

He has a faint smile on his face, and a slightly bigger one grows on your face. His smile is cute, You think, admiring how his hair is styled or the few moles on his nose.

“This is awkward, I don’t really like strong coffee flavors, do you have anything lighter?” You let out a chuckle while saying it.

“Oh—sorry um, you could get a latte? The weather is getting colder, can't have you catching a cold, can I?” He blushes slightly while saying that, making sure to look everywhere but you.

You want to curl up in a ball and roll away. Can you believe this gorgeous man is flirting with you and can’t even look at you? 

Quickly glancing at his nametag, you let out a grin, “Wow Sunghoon, we just met and you already care so much for me? And yes I’ll have a latte, please.”

He nods, adding the order to the machine.

“Sorry—Um I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, is that all for you?”

You let out a breathy smile, “Don’t worry Sunghoon, you didn’t. Yes that’s all.”

“Oh okay, sorry—Your total is four dollars and ninety-five cents, you can insert the card here.” He points at the small black box in front of you, you quietly thank him, paying and leaving to sit down.

Soon after you sit down, he places your cup down in the order station, unsure of how to get your attention as he looks at you awkwardly. Chuckling, you walk up to him, taking your drink.

“Thank you!” You glance at the glass doors you walked in, “I’ll see you around, yeah? I’ve got to run some errands for my mom.” 

“Oh—yeah see you around.” He waves goodbye as you happily take your drink.

The second your out of view Sunghoon sits back down, why does he have to be so awkward around everyone? Especially pretty people like you?

He thought he was crazy for flirting with you out of nowhere, he probably made you uncomfortable and now you’ll never come back to the cafe again. He sighs, going back on his phone to distract himself.

Little did he know that you’re thinking the same thing.

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[natusvincere]

That Darn Cat || Sam and Vic

TIMING: about a week ago LOCATION: Downtown PARTIES: @natusvincere & @uncannysam SUMMARY: Vic comes across a scuffle, which turns out to be Sam being attacked by a Cat Sith. She has to decide if she wants to pet it, or help. CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

Vic was stressed. Things felt too upside down with the Good Neighbors, even more than she ever expected them too.  She knew when joining there was a good chance that something was awry, but conversations she’d been overhearing were pointing to something deeper than she had ever expected every day. And now, everything seemed to be happening all at once, faster than she was ready for.  But life rarely cared if she was ready.  

She was determined to do more research- to find out exactly who this ‘Winifred’ was and if she was really as nefarious as Vic had begun to expect.  Unfortunately, her leads were going nowhere fast, and she kept following ones that lead her to dead ends.  Actually, this one led her to a poorly-lit alleyway, but the sentiment was still the same.  She was about to head home, defeated, when she heard a commotion from the other end.  Even with her superior sight and hearing, she couldn’t quite make out what she saw, only that it seemed to be the beginning of a scuffle.  Instinctually, she slowly made her way toward the sight, trying to get a better look.

It had been a long day and the afterwork errands were always the hardest, especially when customers wanted to pick arguments or try and haggle prices with her. Luckily for Sam, she didn’t have too much to do. A quick trip here and there, and she could be back home to Scout and her nice comfy bed. However, that’s not what fate had in mind for her tonight. No, there had been something waiting just beyond the path back to her truck, and as Sam rounded the corner there it stood waiting.

At first, she had been startled by it, but as soon as her eyes adjusted, Sam realized it was a cat. An oddly very large black cat except for the one patch of white fur on its chest, but nothing too bad. Or so she thought, “Fuck, you scared me. What are you doing back here?” The animal cautiously moved towards Sam, soon rubbing up against her thigh and purring; its larger body pressing into hers slightly knocking her off kilter, “Hey, whoa. I don’t have anything okay? Just my groceries.”

As she continued to move forward, the cat followed her. Sam fumbled with her keys trying to get them into the door of her Bronco, but before she could, the animal rubbed up against her again, knocking them out of her hand, “Dammit.” Sitting her groceries on the ground, Sam dropped down looking for her keys and while doing so, she felt the animal rub some more as its purrs grew louder, and soon she found herself pinned up against the truck in a sitting position while this enormous cat continued to rub on her legs moving back and forth, “Okay, alright, I get it. You just want some love.” Reaching out, Sam put her hand on the back of the animal’s neck, but before she realized what was happening, the large creature pulled up its paw and smacked Sam across the cheek; claws fully extended.

“What the fuck?!” Yelping in pain, the woman pulled her hand up to her cheek only to find blood, and without thinking, she quickly shoved the animal off of her trying to scramble to her feet, before it could get another swipe in.

It was more than just a scuffle.  Vic knew, because as she walked closer toward it, the sickenly sweet smell of blood permeated the air around her.  Her instincts told her to pounce, or to let the creature do what it wanted and then eat up the aftermath.  But she was better than her instincts.  And extremely well-fed.  She was thankful for both of those facts.  But it seemed as she investigated further that what caused the blood was a… really big cat?  She found herself moving toward the scuffle in double time, trying to think of the best way to help.  “Hey!”, she said, in her loudest, booming voice, hoping to scare it away.  She even tried hissing at it, sticking her tongue out in the process and feeling entirely ridiculous.  “You need to get control of your demon-cat before it hurts you again”, she called to the woman, avoiding eye contact with the blood on her cheek.  What would it taste like, she wondered, to feed again from a warm body?

She shook her head, taking in a deep breath as she reached down for the cat, wrapping her arms around its belly and trying to pull it off the girl.  Even for someone of her strength, the cat was big, and she had to grunt out her words as she tried to pull it away.  “This… thing…has to be a…code violation…somewhere”, she grunted, setting her feet in place on the ground.  It wriggled in her grip, but she pulled it away so the girl just might have been able to wriggle away.  “But the best… thing to do…”, the cat finally wriggled from her grip, pacing between the two of them, “...is to get that thing trained.  Do you know how much of a fine they could charge you if it hurts someone else?” 

She watched the cat as it walked between the two of them, rubbing against both of their legs as it did so.  She remembered reading, years ago, how cats sometimes got overstimulated with too much affection, even though this one seemed to be actively seeking it out.  “Do you have a leash or something?”  She couldn’t ask about the girl’s injuries, because thinking about the blood and talking about the blood were two entirely different things, and she could only handle one of them. 

Sam continued to struggle with the massive cat, until she noticed someone come running to her rescue. Watching as the woman tried to convince the cat to leave, before she was actively tugging it backwards had given Sam the chance to get back to her feet, “This isn’t my cat! I was walking back here to get in my truck and leave, and it just came out of nowhere!”

The shorter woman quickly snatched up her keys from the ground, before the cat had broken free from the other person’s grip and started rubbing up against both of them, “Fuck if I’m getting fined for anything. Why does everything around here have to be so massively overgrown?” She looked down to her groceries and to the locked door of the truck. All she had wanted to do was gather up her stuff and leave, but she wasn’t about to leave this stranger, who had helped her, with this large cat that clearly had no training whatsoever, “What do you suggest we do with this thing?”

Sam backed up against the door of the Bronco while the animal moved back and forth between the two of them. It had done a number on her cheek, and she knew it was going to suck trying to doctor it considering blood was still trickling out of it. Pulling her shirt up, she tried to dab some of the crimson liquid off of her face, her eyes set on the woman standing across from her, “And thanks…this thing probably would've eaten me alive if you hadn’t come along. Sometimes it does not pay to be short in this town, when most animals are almost twice your size.” She let out a frustrated sigh.

“It’s something in the water”, Vic said matter-of-factly, shaking her leg free of the beast as it rubbed against her again.  She still knew how important it was to keep the average person off the scent of the supernatural, and this demon-cat was definitely some sort of zombie cat, or something.  “They put growth hormones in it a few years ago because our children were under the national average for height.  Someone must have overdone it this month.  Curse our natural yearn for being the best.”

She watched as the woman dabbed her shirt long her face, her eyes lingering on the spot left on the shirt.  Her eyes found the woman’s a little too late- she hoped she didn’t notice.  “It was nothing.  I uh… I hate cats, so…”.  She actually kind of liked cats, but the aloof facade was much more important.  “So I really did that more for me than you.”  

She looked back at the animal again, wondering the same thing.  “I don’t know- Animal Control in this town is usually pretty busy, aren’t they?  But… this bastard is pretty persistent.”  As if on cue, the cat took a break from rubbing against their legs to instead stand on it’s hind legs and rub against her shoulder instead.  She resisted the urge to reach out and give in.  “You don’t have any catnip in any of those bags, do you?”

Sam rolled her eyes at the answer dripping with sarcasm. Though a part of her did almost want to believe it. Wicked’s Rest was becoming stranger by the day, and the long she lived here and the more she discovered, Sam had wondered if her parents were as oblivious as she once was or if they just didn’t tell her about the things that went bump in the night. It really would’ve helped though, the night Zach was attacked, if they had known. But regardless, there was a situation in front of her, and one she and the other woman had to figure out, before it became more than just a nuisance. Things around here like to do that quite often – become more than just a nuisance that was.

“Oh, well, thanks I think. I mean, I’m more of a dog person myself, but cats are okay. This one, though…” Where did this thing come from? A zoo? And how were they going to get it back to whom it belonged to? Sam definitely wasn’t taking this giant ass feline home with her. It’d eat Scout and murder Sam in her sleep, “Animal control is really our only option though right? Unless you want to take it home with you.” Sam was hoping she would say yes, but there was definitely a slim-to-none chance she would.

Watching as it jumped up on the other woman, Sam took that opportunity to finally unlock her door and quickly throw her groceries inside, before the beast decided to shift its attention to her again. And though she didn’t do it, it had taken everything within Sam not to hop in the truck as well and drive off. But instead, she shut the door and shoved the keys back in her pocket for safe keeping, “Why would I have catnip, when I don’t even have a cat?” She narrowed her eyes in the direction of the woman and the massive cat.

Vic looked over at the creature, who was practically at eye-level, and tried to glare it into submission, the way a teacher might do with a small child.  It didn’t work, obviously, so her scowl momentarily switched to the woman in front of her.  “I have a 3-year-old and a Rottweiler, I don’t think my home would be the best fit.  You’re sure you don’t want to take it home?”

She wasn’t even sure a cat that size would fit in someone’s front door, nevermind make a good house pet.  “If we do call animal control, are we supposed to just… sit and wait until they come?  And what if it… goes rabid again?”  She didn’t mind squaring up with the demon cat if it tried to attack the woman again, but it would have been ever so humiliating to do it in public, especially in front of this stranger.  

Vic held her hands up in defense, the cat backing down as she did so. “Hey, it’s not my place to judge what you do or don’t do with catnip in your free time.  I can’t just go assuming you didn’t buy catnip.”  It sauntered it’s way back across to the other woman and Vic watched it carefully, on edge as she waited for it to pounce.  “It seems friendly enough now… what did you do it make it to angry that it tried to claw your face off?

When the other woman explained her home situation, Sam quickly realized there was no good option for this cat, “I’m positive. I live in an apartment, and I highly doubt this thing would even make it up the steps.” She couldn’t imagine trying to explain to the building manager why there was a massive cat living there. And she had her business to think about also. There was no way she was going to take a chance on hiding this thing, when the landlord could easily kick her out for a double pet violation forcing her to give up the space she rented downstairs for Escape Your Fate.

“I mean I don’t know. I’ve never dealt with a cat this size before…” Sam had seen some weird stuff, and though the cat was pretty, it was still intimidating, and she didn’t have time to wait around for someone to come and try and catch it. She had groceries and a hungry dog to get home to. “Are there any animal shelters around here close by?” Sam glanced back at her Bronco. She didn’t even think the thing would fit in the back, but maybe they could figure out a way to get it to follow them to a shelter.

With the idea swimming around in her mind, Sam was almost going to pull out her phone to check, but decided against it as she noticed the feline coming back over to her. Leaning up against the truck for support, she watched nervously as the animal began rubbing against her leg again, a bit distracted from the other person’s response, “Well…you assumed wrong.” Sam was careful to keep her hands by her side this time out of fear of getting scratched again, “I just went to pet it before. It looked like it wanted to be rubbed, but when I touched it, it freaked out on me.” Her heart rate picked up slightly as she heard loud, but soft purrs rumble from its throat, “It’s purring. What does purring mean? I’m not a cat person. I don’t know these things, and I don’t want to try and pet it again if it’s going to murder me…” She looked at the other woman somewhat panicked.

Vic gave a huff, looking down at the creature walking between their feet again.  She couldn’t imagine this creature on her massive property, nevermind a small apartment.  And then there was the whole issue of it being extremely dangerous and unpredictable…  No, she didn’t think either of them taking it would be a good idea at all.  “I don’t keep a list of all the animal shelters in town tucked away, you know”, she said, crossing her arms.  It was a lie, she knew exactly where all of them were, thanks to a rather unfortunate obsession with counting them a few years ago.  The alley they were in was about the farthest they could get from any of them.  The universe continued to show its way of being so unfortunately inconvenient.

The creature became obsessed with the other woman, and Vic noticed her anxiety.  When she was anxious, not much helped, unless she found herself painting. Maybe the girl needed some distraction herself.  “What’s your name?”, she called out of nowhere, avoiding the sight of the blood once more, hoping it wouldn’t pool up in any deliciously tempting ways.  “Mine is Vic.”

She squinted her eyes though, when the woman claimed all she did was pet the cat.  “The cat whisperer says cats get overstimulated.  Maybe it’s not used to affection.”  Although, the way the cat was rubbing up against the woman made it seem like it was definitely asking for more pets.  What the hell was up with this thing?  “Relax!  Purring is good.  It means contentedness, I think.  Or it could point to anger… what are the rates per minute of the vibrations?”

The more this thing rubbed against Sam, the more anxious she became. She didn’t like being cornered by a giant cat. It was like accidentally falling into the lion’s den at the zoo without any way of escaping. Sam was tiny. She always had been. And the harder this thing rubbed, the more claustrophobic she was starting to become. This woman’s smartass replies weren’t helping either. Thankfully that had all shifted, when Sam heard the question.

Forcing back the knot forming in her throat, mixed with a few cat hairs, Sam tried to focus, “Uh…It’s…It’s Sam. I wish this thing would just leave already.” She couldn’t go back any further into the door of the car and at this rate, she already felt like she was leaving a Sam shaped dent in her door. “Purring is good. Okay. Purring…wait…what?! How the hell am I supposed to know the answer to that?!” The question was so ridiculous that Sam laughed nervously, until she noticed the cat had quit rubbing and was staring up at her with narrowed slits, “Fuck.”

Closing her eyes and shaking in fear, Sam didn’t want to know what was about to happen next, until she felt it. The Bronco had jarred causing the woman to open her eyes. And when she looked up, the cat was looking down at her from a reclined position on the top of her truck, “Oh come on!!!” Sam growled in frustration as the cat stretched out and rolled around on the roof of the vehicle.

“I’m not going to let it hurt you, Sam”, Vic said, knowing her word probably didn’t mean much.  Sam didn’t know her from a hole in the wall, and if a stranger promised Vic safety, she might have laughed in their face and kicked their shins.  “It’s just an unfortunate side effect of this town.  Being afraid of it is just going to give it power.”  She didn’t know if that was true, but she didn’t want to see anyone feel so afraid, either.  Cats were supposed to bring joy, not…whatever this bastard was doing.  

Uh oh.  It was time to put her money where her mouth was, because that giant pussy-cat was getting dangerously close to Sam’s face.  She was almost too late to react too, until she realized the cat was jumping on top of the truck and not Sam like Vic had worried was going to happen.  Okay.  Maybe her confidence in her ability to fight it off had been false, because this thing was fast.  “Hey!”, she yelled at it, holding eye contact.  Cats hated that, right? She reached down, grabbing a rock from by her feet.  If she wanted to, she could have gotten it square between the eyes (she knew her aim was on point), but she wasn’t about to harm an animal only due to its large, threatening claws.  This was just about scaring it.  “Get outta here!”, she yelled at it, chucking the rock toward it.  It went straight over its head, like she’d planned, but the cat seemed especially interested in where it had landed.

Vic peered over the side of the truck, and a few feet from where the rock had landed, a squirrel was rustling through the dirt.  The cat’s position on top of the truck suddenly became low to the ground, like those lions in that movie Rosie loved when they were ready to pounce.  “Sam…”, she whispered, slowly walking toward the truck.  “I think its distracted…”

Hearing Vic yell at the cat had pulled Sam’s attention away from the massive animal. And in doing so, she slowly backed away from the truck and closer to the woman. The cat was at an even greater advantage now being on top of the Bronco, and if it decided to jump they were done for. But she watched as Vic bent down to pick up a rock and bravely threatened the animal. It was the chucking of the rock clear over the massive feline’s head that had surprised Sam. If that cat had been angered, they were both screwed.

But instead, it did something else. It followed the rock, before setting its eyes on a nearby squirrel. Sam quickly looked back at Vic upon hearing her whisper, “I-I think you’re right.” Her voice was shaky, but low, and slipping her hand into her pocket, Sam quietly pulled out the keys. She had been so careful not to jingle them knowing jingly shiny things were like crack to cats of all sizes. But the biggest issue had been her door. The Bronco was old, and no matter what, the doors squeaked. This was their only shot though, unless they ran, and Sam was pretty sure they couldn’t outrun a cat that size.

Holding her breath, she slowly opened the door as she kept her eyes trained on the animal. It’s body low and butt raised ready to pounce on the squirrel below, “Vic get in…” She waited with baited breath hoping the woman would slide into the truck and to the other side fairly quickly.

For a moment, Vic wondered who would be faster- herself, or the large, demanding cat.  She was faster than the average human, sure, but would she be quick enough to place herself in front of Sam if the cat tried to attack her again?  She wasn’t sure, and she slowly took a few silent steps closer to the truck for good measure.  She wasn’t about to risk losing someone innocent.  

Luckily, the cat pounced off the top of the truck, swiftly and sneakily, and the squirrel was still none the wiser.  She watched as it slinked through the grass and managed to blend in despite it’s size.  It was an entirely fascinating creature, and if it weren’t for their impending escape, she might have stayed to watch it for hours. 

Her eyes fell to Sam’s pocket as soon as she heard the keys jingle, and a small smirk formed on her lips.  Sam Smarty pants, that would be the name she’d put in her phone if they exchanged contacts.  It was a good idea, one that Vic’s fight mechanism hadn’t even glossed over.  She nodded, because duh, she got the idea, and she cringed visibly as the door creaked loudly as she closed it.  

The cat, who had gotten much closer to the squirrel by that point, lifted it’s head and looked toward the truck at the sound of the doors.  “How old is this thing?!”, Vic asked, wiping her hands off on her jeans.  She was about to scold the girl again to let her know how dangerous it was to drive an old, potentially unsafe vehicle, when from the other side of the window, she saw the cat running back toward the truck at double speed.  “Sam! Drive this death trap!  Now!”

Somehow, they managed to evade the cat safely, but Sam wasn’t able to escape Vic’s lecture about vehicular safety in an ever changing, dangerous world.  

[enigmatist17]

Athena promises never again to bitch about the heat ever again.

Well, at least for the next few months.

The 126 firehouse is a lot nicer than she would have ever figured for Texas, slipping out of Buck's borrowed Jeep with a crack of her neck. It felt nice to cash in one of the many favors he owed her, and after cleaning it out (seriously Buck, is it too hard to vacuum the floor???) it had been a comfortable drive for an uncomfortable errand.

"Can I help you ma'am?" A man that can only be described as a mountain had come up without Athena noticing, and she flashed a smile before slipping off her sunglasses.

"I suppose you can -?"

"Name's Judd."

"Athena Grant, I'm here to speak with Mateo Chavez."

"Is he in trouble?" A woman who had been working under one of the fire truck got to her feet, wiping some oil off from her hands as she popped her gum.

"Ah no, he's not in trouble, I just need to speak with him." The other raised an eyebrow, and Judd just shrugged at her.

"Not every day Mateo gets a visitor from out of town, so yea I'm curious. Marjan by the way, nice to meet you."

Athena couldn't help but shake her head out of amusement.

"No need to go guard dog on me, I'm an LAPD officer if that helps."

"Well well, how fancy." Marjan chuckled, looking around for a moment before whistling for someone Athena couldn't see. It takes a moment before someone comes bounding over, and her heart aches at the familiar yet unfamiliar face brimming with curiosity and a smile that rounds the corner. For a moment she can see the reason she's here, and with some hair dye and a cocky grin, he'd be right there.

"Um, hi!" The man waves, and Athena gives him a soft smile.

"Hello Mateo, it's nice to finally meet you."

"You know me?" Mateo blinked in confusion, and Athena slipped on her officers mask after taking a controlled breath.

"I do. Would you mind accompanying me to my car, I have some news that's best in private." They all can see that Athena has shifted her body language, however slightly, and the smile on Mateo's face falters as he nods.

"We'll be right here okay? Call if you need anything." The warning in Marjani's words are clear, but Athena knows they only come from a place of love as she leads Mateo to the car, making sure he's within sight of the multiplying eyes.

"Is something wrong ma'am?" He's not always the best at picking up social cues, but he knows that this Athena isn't here for something good.

"Your cousin Marvin, I've known him since he was a young kid." Mateo smiles a little, wondering if Athena is the cop he'd mentioned when Marvin was just starting out his "life as a badass".

"He's pretty fun right? I mean, I know he's in jail and all, but he's just a really nice guy otherwise." Marvin may have been misguided, but he'd taken something big so Mateo could live a life on his terms, and as such he kept his cousin in high regard.

"I know dear..." Athena's face turned to one of sympathy, and Mateo feels ice crawling through his veins. "Which makes this next part hard, I'm afraid. Marvin passed away a few days ago after his bail was posted, and had left a note for me to tell you this in person."

"...w-what?"

All Mateo can hear right now is the blood pounding in his veins, whatever Athena is saying next lost in the static of his scrambled thoughts. He watches in almost slow motion as she pops open the trunk, pulling out a trunk that Mateo had bought Marvin years ago and setting it down with a loud thud. The noise seems to have cleared the static, and Mateo suddenly can't breathe, trying to force air down his lungs as Athena moves towards him with worry. She pauses when Cap suddenly comes from nowhere, Strand snapping one of his fingers.

"Hey hey hey hey, focus on my finger okay? Focus on it, and I want you to reach out and squeeze my other hand okay?"

Mateo gave a jerky nod. He can do this, he can do this.

Cap's hand is warm as Mateo grabs it, clinging like it's the only thing that helps the air go down his aching throat.

"You're doing great, you're doing just fine okay?"

Has Owen's teeth always been so white? Or is it the dread of realizing he got his cousin killed making him think they are?

He just wants to go lay down and forget about everything right now.

"What did you say to him?" A man who looks similar to the captain rounds on Athena with a glare, and the mountain man is right behind him with his arms crossed.

"His cousin recently passed, and asked that I let him know personally." Athena crossed her own arms, and the younger man winced.

"That's awful kind of ya to come all the way down here." Judd loosened his stance, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "Would you like some coffee or somethin' ?"

"I'll take you up on that offer. Let me just put this back in my car." She motioned to the trunk at her feet, and there's a cough before she can lean down to grab it.

"I can take it." Mateo clears his throat, Owen stepping aside as he approached the container and knelt down, just staring at it with a slight frown. "I thought it was bigger..."

"Things always tend to be in our memories." Athena nodded, giving him a small smile when the firefighter glances up. "You know, he always had nice things to say about you."

"I'll get the coffee going, and TK why don't you make lunch?" A woman Athena hadn't seen before stepped in, and the younger Strand nods as he heads towards the kitchen. "Name's Tommy, nice to meet you Athena."

"Likewise."

While they're not the 118, of which their many exploits draw awe and laughter alike, the 126th has their own camaraderie Athena can't help but admire. Mateo is quiet for the most part, but occasionally smiles or chips in with his own part of a rescue, and Athena ends up watching them race out for a call, save Mateo who was asked to stay behind.

"Come on son, why don't you show me around Austin instead of moping by yourself. I could use the company." Athena offered her hand, the firefighter who had been sitting at the table looking like a kicked puppy glancing over before slipping off his seat and offering his arm.

"You like empanadas?"

"I'm not fussy, show me the way."

It may not have been the way she wanted to meet Marvin's cousin, but she was glad just the same to have at all.

[dailyrecaps]

That's why dividends are good - [a couple lunches out per month with your spendy co-workers who throw away their one-source-hard-earned dollars every day.] PAY YOURSELF FIRST, not the restaurant as you succumb to peer pressure.

*Realization 1. when raylyn wanted to check out a huge dragon/fairy chapter book... why don't you just imagine all your hopes reading in this book? What do you think happens? What all would you want to happen? What do you need to read the book for? Skip it. Write your own. Nonetheless, I let her get it.

2. Same. *Brain click. I observed myself outside myself again. Why am I reading this business book like I'm seeking some kind of authority? As if this contains all the answers I'm in need of. Then what? I go to the next book and the next, looking for more authority - someone to tell me its okay, to tell me how. I'm not looking for a book to vibe with, I'm not in need of authority. Write my own, be my own authority. Get help, discover for myself, like literally all the greats did. There wasn't this much knowledge back then. I need guts. Fail or fly. I need W.B. sense. I need structure and to lay out my long-term/overall plan. I need belief in that plan. To begin. It's going to work no matter what, I'll make it.

**+ the day I spent all day searching retail on the internet as if I was at a job, my life out of my control, trying to entertain/distract myself from the fact, like everyone else... no no no more. I'm an entrepreneur; remember, I didn't want to have time for that.

It takes one decision/one desire, then refusal thereafter to happily ever after.

I've made the most of the past 4 days since the start of his new job. I love it. Love how I now get to be/feel "cool mom," spend all day with them, whether it's school or anything else. Having the vehicle all the time helps. No more fucked over. No more helpless feeling of not able to do better when it all starts blending to nowhere. Able to be more responsible. Makes me want to run errands and make dinner.

Imagine, Brittany at home while he's at work in a crush state, on dates where he can squeeze them in on lunch breaks or on days off when they're away, spending it all up- time/money as he pleases in the moment, coming home to her, playing the game, she's easy just buy sugar, faking to stay lovable/delay any of her suspicion, to maintain sex and a home with the kids, bc it's the best of both worlds... [I'm dumb]. Imagine what Brittany is doing with her 8 hours of complete uninterrupted/self-guided freedom, that he never asks her about, and would she honestly tell? Other ppl's realizations and questions: what does she do all day? Investing/homeschooling, what do you mean? How's that going? How much does she contribute? Telling him, you're dumb. His suspicion - what if she's faking her jealousy? If everything about work/etc is truly unappealing to her? Should that make me lose belief in what I'm doing, where I've gotten/ led myself, where I was going to go? Don't for a second think that he has it better; remember. Never give this up. Protect/enhance it, work to keep it.

Here's what I did today. But I'll never talk about my genius-masterminding strategy learned. Only I can make me happy.

Learned how to breathe from guy sprinting past me :) Enough oxygen funneled through and pushed out quickly to regain more faster = energy flow. And the principles translate from one field to another. Didn't grasp it here, then won't do it there.

[katerinaaqu]

Girl girl GIRL! Like come on it was a silly thing I wrote on the go before I ran out for some errands! Surely it is not THAT good! Like.....girl!!!!!

I always LOVE your comments though! Like I feel like amazing commenters like you see stuff that I do not know I have here! Hahaha! Besides it was your incredible image that did the trick girl!

Maybe! Maybe this is how we can start the story! Hahahaa just like Homer starts the plot from the middle of things and all! So yeah I see no reason why not indeed! Awww thanks that was what I wanted to show here! How he is their leader and how he feels responsible for everything and all!

Oh gosh girl! Seriously now! It was just an idea that came to my head that I thought he would be discussing these plans with his immediate subordinates and all! I just thought it would fit for him! But oh boy I am so happy you like it! Also yeah I know technically we haven't 100% settled at the role of Drake in this AU I just couldn't help adding him to the bunch here! Hahaha

Hhahahaha well he is the survivor against all odds that's for sure but yup! Basicaly our little Meridian!Odysseus hahahaha! Yup he is a bit more humble but still a little show off! Hahahaha

Oh gosh most likely he has given them more than enough reasons to be worried much more poor Diego! Hahaha! Oh yeah I imagined the poor guy has a random image out of nowhere that leaves him more questions than answers and the poor guy just needs to put them together! Man! So yeah I imagined him even if h has a vision he doesn't fully trust it and wants something else to be sure (Hahahahahaha! For sure! Especially Diego at this point! Hahahahahaha! Poor dude will be REAAAAAALLY tangled! Hahahaha!)

Hhehehehe yup! As always! On the sadder side he also needs some privacy to pray or to show ore emotions so he will not discourage the others with his own worries. Hehehehehe it was a random thing It was inspired by the Iliad omen with the eagle and the snake! Hahahahaha! Maybe it was indeed! Awwww thanks dear! Hahahahahahaha! Oh gosh no he wouldn't like that that's for sure! Hahahahahaha! Yup! Possibly Caleb can feel her already!

Awww I am glad you liked it! I do like to add random details like that in my stories like random movements or actions! Aww girl come on! To be honest I did consider that, that he would simply wish to sleep under the stars and suddenly begin to rain but I had this random thing in my head here so I thought to use it Hahahahahahaha silly cowboy indeed! Hahahahahahaha!

YUUUUUUP SHE IS HEEEEERE! For real! I would expect that gods must feel some sort of connection with the people they wish to tutor if they are not related by blood with them and man it so fitted for her to be like that! Awww yeah she goes mama hen with him already! Hahahahahahahaha of course she does! XD It's the hat! XD Aww thanks! I just thought that would be perfect here and your beautiful image surely helped!

Oh shush girl! Your dialog was amazing! Shush!

Hahahahahahaha! Nope! He is groggy sleepy and fucking in love! Hahahahaha! and oh gosh the goddess surely was captured! Hahahahahaha! Oh gosh now Imagine the god of love be like having a party behind doing a victory dance like "YESSSSSSSSS! Best shot ever baby! Boom!"

Hahahahahahaha! Caleb always must be cheesy! There is no other way! Hahahaha! Awwww I am so happy you liked that dear! Oh hosh for real though! No wonder she is so much ready to sacrifice those wings because damn he is worth it!

Awww yeah silly twitterpated boy! Hahahahahaha! Oh gosh good question! Hahahahaha his men be like "Man are you okay?" hahahahahaha checking his temperature and all! Hahahaha maybe he claims it was a vidion of some kind! Hahahahahahaha! Oh gosh! Poor Diego though! Hahahahaha

But the rest of his men would be like:

'That was good never heard of that before!' hahahahaaha!

Oh come on dear really I am ashamed at how plain that is! But I am so happy it made your day a bit!!! Your coment made my day too!

More Mythology AU✨ Caleb sleeps as Goddess Dilla (shifting between her bird and human form) shelters him from the rain. ❤️

As he stirs awake his eyes widen in wonder, captivated by the ethereal being before him. Without thinking his hand reaches out to touch her, desperate to know if she’s real.

In that tender, fleeting moment, Dilla's heart races. This mortal, with his simple gesture, awakens a feeling deep within her, something she has never known in her long, lonely existence.

[silverdelirium]

hi! can you do one where draco and the reader are married (don’t make them old please make them like the married rich pretty milf and dilf couple), and they have a daughter. anyway, draco is out because of work/something else (it’s up to u) and the reader is with their daughter and they get into a small fight and the daughter says something really bad/hurtful to the reader (her mother) and the reader like gets sad (make it bad so it can be dramatic😏) and when draco gets home he finds the reader like crying (smoking too bc a milf smoking is hot but if you don’t want to add it it’s fine) and yeah basically the rest is up to you :)) ily hope ur well and fine. <3

CIGARETTES & INSECURITIES | D.M

thank you hoe @selenesheart for helping me with the title ily

warnings: anxiety, lowkey panic attack, insecurities of being a bad mother, mean child, smoking, angst w a happy ending

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draco’s hurried steps were heard echoing across the hallway as he rapidly made his way downstairs, cussing his boss out under his breath for calling him on a fucking Sunday. the same sunday he was about to spend basking in the love of his wife and child, all expectations now turned to mush.

“i’m sorry i have to go, my love. call me if you need anything, okay?” spoke draco, tone soft as he held your face in his hands, giving you one last sad smile before pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.

you gave him a feeble nod in response with a reassuring smile, watching him storm off in long strides, still swearing in hushed whispers and with a flick of his wand, he was gone.

you instantly took notice of how intense the atmosphere got around the manor- almost scary. deadly quiet with your four-year-old toddler still asleep and big curtains blocking any sunlight from coming in.

it almost caused goosebumps to rise on your arms as if the universe was already warning you of the day you were gonna have to deal with today.

maybe the first bad thing to happen today was being woken up by draco’s phone going off like crazy with calls of his boss and endless text messages of his colleagues.

it didn’t matter though, you had other things to worry about. your toddler was already walking down the stairs with a sleepy stare as she made her way to you, immediately taking notice of how there was no trace of draco, and looking around for any signs of her father.

“hi there” you greeted, giving her a sympathetic smile when she asked for draco, her small body already wrapped around your torso. a small sigh with a brief explanation of a work emergency was given to her. her sour mood amplifying a tenfold for every word that left your mouth.

she stayed quiet for a moment, and just as you started beaming at the thought of calming a daddy’s girl- she sobbed heavily in your ear, clinging hard to you but still screaming for draco.

a grimace found its way to your face along with a sorrowful expression as you shushed her down, tracing your fingers down her spine; a small trick you always did to relax her in days like this.

her sobs quieted down but she still cried silently in your shoulder, hot tears rolling down her face that had you questioning whether you should call your husband or not, the thought accompanying the insecurity of being a terrible mother who can barely keep her child tranquil.

after a few minutes of letting her pour all her emotions out, you made a path to the kitchen and sat her down on the barstool, wiping her tears away as she huffed in what seemed to be an angry expression.

“would you like some breakfast, baby?” you spoke, tone soft and slow as to not aggravate the situation.

“i want daddy”

“he’s- he’s not here right now” you tried to reason, watching as she took a deep breath but said nothing.

you turned around to head for the stove. but your ears caught a small murmur of “you’re the worst” coming from none other than your daughter.

a thunder-struck look adorned your face, blinking back the tears that found their way to your waterline.

ever since you found out you were pregnant, the anxiousness of being a not good enough mom had filled you in seconds, thinking of the worst scenarios possible throughout the pregnancy. draco was always there to ease your nerves a bit, yet, never quite pushing them away completely.

and jesus- did that simple three-word sentence stung painfully at your heart.

you stayed frozen in place for a few moments before taking a deep breath and quickly collecting yourself, continuing your errands around the kitchen as you made an effort to ignore the way your hands became clammy and heartstrings were pulled harshly in your chest.

the rest of the day went painfully slow, your daughter completely ignoring you and just curling up on the couch or playing in her room, always slamming the door in your face whenever you attempted to talk to her. your back also aching from having to do all house chores by yourself. every once in a while getting a text message from draco, rushed typos of “i love you” and “i’m gonna be there soon”.

——

the clock read 6:07 P.M and you held the cigarette to your lips with shaky fingers, tears blurring your vision as all the frustration from today came crashing down at once.

sobs rocked through your body as you inhaled the smoke and blew it out past your nostrils. warm, thick tears not coming to a halt even once.

your cries muffled every sound around you. not taking notice of draco who was now frantically searching for you, already finding your daughter safe and asleep on the couch. yet you were nowhere to be found.

it took one look at the cigarette package on the dining table for draco to locate you. he knew about your anxiety and how bad it got when triggered.

his heart ached and fists clenched at his side as he turned to his baby girl, snuggling her deeper into the thick fluffy blanket before making his way to the porch where you sat with a hand to your sternum, big clouds of smoke fogging the air around you.

“oh, baby” he sympathized, not giving you time to react as he enveloped you in a big hug, feeling the way your curled your fists on his shirt and sobbed quietly, taking ragged breaths every once in a while.

after a few minutes of taking shallow breaths, you pulled your head back from his chest, just enough to stare at his face, his bright grey eyes running down every feature you had, almost like he was studying it.

“what happened today?” he whispered, closing his eyes and connecting his forehead with yours.

you released a breath through your nose and lit off the cigarette on the small table next to you before explaining every small detail from today to draco, a few tears escaping at some points.

once you were done, draco removed his head from yours, pulling back and displaying both of his palms on your cheeks, observing your tear-stained face made him ache with sorrow.

“my love” he started “you are the world’s greatest mother to ever exist, a bad day with your child does not define your abilities as a mom. she loves you, we all do. you don’t know how fuzzy she gets when you’re not here.”

his words made a small smile crack through your lips, buzzing nerves slowly weighing down after every syllable he spoke.

“we would all be doomed if it wasn’t for you. every parent has a bad day, do not beat yourself up for it, it happens to the best of us.” he finalized, chest swelling with pride once he saw how you were full-on beaming, puckering your lips like a silent sign for a kiss which he gladly provided.

“i love you” you mumbled against his mouth.

“i love you more” he responded.

———

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[writtenbyrain]

Hit Play, Pause, and Purr

Word Count: 974

Summary: When Chat Noir has nowhere to go on Halloween, Marinette decides to invite him over for a movie night to watch Kiki's Delivery Service.

Notes: A huge thank you to @auroraesque and @foreverwolf for being my beta readers! I needed a break from my 9 to 5 and, the next thing I knew, I was thinking about a Marichat movie night. It was just a fun, short little escape for my day, and I hope you enjoy!

“Wait, I’m confused, I thought you said we were going to watch an anime movie.”

“This is anime, kitty. Haven’t you ever heard of Hayao Miyazaki’s animated films? Or Studio Ghibli?”

Marinette couldn’t help but giggle at Chat Noir’s confused pout, but his smile reappeared as soon as his eyes slid over and met hers.

The boy poked a finger at the tip of Marinette’s witch hat, his touch light. The hat sat straight up on her head, the sheer black base adorned with glitter and starry sequins; it would be all too easy to accidentally snag a claw in it.

“I can’t say I have, Purrincess.” He hoisted their shared blanket up around his head, flattening his ears as he burrowed deeper. “But it’s got an adorable black cat and it’s one of your favorites, so I’m in either way.”

Yesterday, Ladybug had asked her partner if he had any plans for Halloween. After all, the holiday itself seemed right up his alley — all dark and playful and sweet. But when he admitted with a half-hearted shrug that he had nothing going on, she made sure to flag him down later on as Marinette and insist he come over for a movie.

Now, the two sat cross-legged, their knees just barely brushing on top of the nest of blankets and pillows scattered about Marinette’s room.

In preparation for the night, she had put out a wide variety of macarons — Marinette wasn’t sure what flavor, exactly, was his favorite, though he appeared to gravitate toward the passion fruit ones — as well as a plate of chocolate croissants.

“Well that’s all the more reason we have to watch it!” she exclaimed, shaking the remote. “It’s practically sacrilege to love anime but not know Studio Ghibli. We’ll have to watch more of these movies later on.”

She hadn’t lied, of course. Kiki’s Delivery Service was one of her favorite movies and had been since she was a small girl.

But this year she had the added motivation of dressing up as a witch, knowing that a certain black kitty would be by her side. Halloween was for dressing up, so who said she couldn’t cosplay a little… even if she was staying in?

Throughout the start of the movie, Chat Noir remained fixated on the screen, grinning when Kiki took flight and nodding in approval after she was affectionately taken in by Osono, the baker.

For Marinette, watching Chat Noir’s enjoyment was almost better than watching the movie itself.

“Wait.” Chat Noir grabbed the remote to pause the movie. “So how is she going to get the toy back?”

Kiki was in the middle of one of her first errands, but it had already gone awry. Jiji had to temporarily take the place of the small cat figurine she had been hired to deliver, and now she had to hunt it down if she was to save the job and get her beloved cat back.

“That’s what she’s trying to figure out too, Chaton.”

That adorable pout was back. Marinette grabbed a passion fruit macaron and popped it into his mouth with a gentle smile.

“We’ll just have to find out together,” she said.

Chat Noir took a bite and put the cookie down before crossing his arms in feigned annoyance.

“But you already know the ending,” he pointed out.

“Well, then I’ll pretend I don’t.”

Chat Noir paused in consideration before stealing Marinette’s hat and fixing it onto his own head with a satisfied grin. It sat slightly askew, fitting over only one pointed ear.

Marinette chuckled and suppressed the urge to reach out and right it for him.

“Okay, we can pretend,” he said. “After all, I don’t want to bring the wrong cat-itude to movie night.”

“Nope,” she agreed. “We wouldn’t want you feline left out.”

The hat started to slide sideways.

Before it could fall, Marinette quickly leaned forward to grab the brim with one hand and steady herself on his shoulder with her free hand. The hat crisis was averted, but—

Marinette froze.

Oh God, she had gotten really close.

The television provided just enough light for her to make out the faint blush pooling into Chat Noir’s cheeks as he met her eyes, mere inches away. She looked away and bit her lower lip as she felt her cheeks begin to warm, as well.

“Umm, let’s keep watching,” she suggested. She put down the hat and hastily pulled back to reach for the remote.

Before she could hit “play,” however, Chat Noir pulled her back, one hand tugging gingerly on her wrist.

“You can, um, sit closer,” he mumbled self-consciously. “If you want to, I mean.”

The warmth in Marinette’s cheeks slowly traveled down to her chest, leaving her giddy and nervous in a way that… was actually not as scary as she had expected.

Despite the initial awkwardness of the moment, neither of them pulled away from the contact.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “I… I’d like that.”

After retrieving the remote, Marinette sat back and tilted her head to rest on Chat Noir’s shoulder. Slowly, he rested one hand on her knee and leaned his cheek against her hair with a contented sigh.

The rest of the movie was infused with this hesitant warmth, the night passing with a sense of companionship that was so new yet so familiar all at once.

Eventually, Kiki would get her power of flight back. She would save Tombo and write to her parents, assuring them of her newfound joy.

And under their shared blanket — wrapped in fleece and dessert crumbs and laughter — Marinette felt just as happy. In fact, she thought she had never experienced anything quite as sweet as having Chat Noir’s infectious smile so near to her own.

She wouldn’t have wanted to celebrate Halloween any other way.

[velociriker]

I had a lot of errands but I’m back and ready to talk about my findings.

Spoilers for Deep Space Nine and all that.

So we finished up the show last night. And there was this one bit that was so fucking jarring and out of nowhere: which was putting Julian Bashir and Ezri Dax together.

At first it was just “urggg” but now after last night, sitting down and really examining it, it’s just so fucking funny. Like this was clearly a result of someone higher up wanting THIS the last minute and a lot of the creatives going “cool, I guess.” Right down to scene blocking and script writing.

To go more into this, romances in show follow a formula/pattern. This makes sense as this is the dramatic tension you want: the tension of two people getting together. And it’s always the set up of feelings, the build of romantic tension/the chase, and then the admittance of feelings. After this shows get more into how to stay a couple after getting together. Which is always a mix bagged.

Now DS9, whether you liked the canon hetero pairings or not, HAD THIS UP UNTIL THIS POINT. Whether you liked the execution of all of them or not there was still the step up, the tension, and the climax (yes pun intended). Ben and Kasidy, Jadiza and Worf, Odo and Kira...all had these things. For better or worse these elements were there.

So the everyone on creative staff knew how to handle all of this. So why this fumble?

Well i don’t know why but you can see what was trying to be set up in season 7 before this was the final decision.

You had Ezri come on board the station newly joined with the Dax symbiont. Ezri sounded like she had no interest in being a joined trill so she’s still..figuring out how to navigate all that.

You have Worf, Jadiza Dax’s widower, who is still trying get over the sudden death of his wife.

Well, that’s an automatic tension point there. You have Ezri not knowing how to navigate what is Ezri and what is Dax’s past life. And you have a Dax’s grieving widower. (Needless  to say, them boning was something that seemed right).

Well, the only person she really has any sort of contact with one on one was QUARK. And there’s this whole thing about Quark being interested in her, talking to her, basically the build of the romantic tension. Right up convincing her to go to the badlands and saving her drink/spot for her.

So it feels like there was a push to maybe have Ezri and Quark together in someway that would make Worf jealous. And then Worf and Ezri would have to work out their own messy feelings.  Is this a little eye rolly? yeah probably but it makes sense.

But naw, all of sudden she HAS A THING FOR JULIAN. Just blurts it out. Even though there are zero interactions of build on this. Like they have her hang out with either a group, by herself, or Quark. Meanwhile Julian’s solo time has been devoted to Miles. 

Then they throw this on Julian, admitting this to Miles, and there is a c plot barely a build before they bone.

So you’re just scratching your head going “...okay???”

The ending is even funnier to me. As everyone knows they have gotten together and yet the victory toast at Vic’s, there is like zero couple interactions. They weren’t even blocked with the bare minimum sitting next to each other. Add this with the good bye montages of Worf and Miles, it almost feels like Julian and Ezri went “Well we screwed. That’s it.” But no, they get one awkward flirtatious scene together, implying they’re a couple now.

Quark’s feelings are also entirely written out and we have a tie up with whose the new grand negus, something that I think didn’t need a tie up. But we need to establish Quark is a bachelor looking for profit, not love! (This feels a little out of character but this is a digression).

So given what I said earlier and also the blocking/editing of the last scenes with them, really feels like this was a higher up, last minute thing. IDK if the note was “SCRAPPED THE BIT WITH QUARK” or “JULIAN SEEMS TO GAY. MAKE HIM STRAIGHT” or whatever but it’s pretty clear that there was a set up for something else and at the last minute it was changed.

And it feels like barely any one agreed with it, right up to the crew making the show.

And like, I get that you didn’t get to have Worf as much due to Michael Dorn filming Insurrection but like..there was still that build with Quark. And the Rescue in the Badlands stuff could have carried that into it.

Anyway, because of all this, this is the funniest thing of complusive heterosexuality I have ever seen. Yes I know about Seven/Chakotay. I was alive and well and that was just head scratching/dumb. This however? Was a work of art of how much of a fucking blunder it was. Especially when you compare it to the crafting of the other romances the show had.

Edit: Forgot to add that if they did get a note going “JULIAN’S TOO GAY, MAKE HIM STRAIGHT” why the fuck did you keep writing him being a work husband for Miles?????

Twitter is giving me a headache with wrestling news so when I get back from errand running, I am going to dump my feelings on one of the most hilarious examples of compulsive heterosexual writing I have ever witness.

[danafeelingsick]

Are there any genshin impact characters you think would have chronic stomach issues that would cause them constant nausea, vomiting and stomach pain or gurgling?

let me start off by saying, i had to do some research because chronic illness is kind of a new area for me, but that was interesting. i tipically shy away from anything scat-related as I'm not into it in the slightest, that's why i didn't point to any specific issue, more just mixed and matched symptoms to what i think fits best. that being said, thank you for this ask, anon. i went a little ham on this, so sorry if i went a little off topic.

headcanons under the cut

Kaeya

He would be one to have the worst stomach issues behind closed doors and no one would have the minimal idea. While drinking and eating regularly with acquaintances gives him the approachable facade so useful to his double nature, it also takes a toll on his stomach. Given how much greasy pub food and sugary cocktails he goes through in a night, and how demanding his post as a glorified errands boy is, it's surprising he manages to keep a straight face while his stomach is trying to eat itself.

Razor

This poor boy probably has had a lot of issues adapting to the food of Mondstadt, given how long he spent living with his pack of wolves, surviving off raw meat and whatever else he could gather. Foods too elaborate, like anything above the complexity of a roast, would leave him with indigestion, or pretty much his body would just reject it with growls and noisy complaints.

Bennett

Another poor boy, always short on his luck, probably has food poisoning so frequently he can barely tell when something he ate has gone sour. Canonically a pretty strong stomach, given how much he's been through, but that has left a big scar on him. Even if what he ate was perfectly okay, just the suspicion of poisoning would leave him anxious, and everything just wouldn't settle in his belly.

Jean

She's so stressed and tired all the time, that her poor stomach probably can't handle much anymore, so any heavy or fatty foods leave her sluggish and nauseous. That, combined with the deprivation of food in exchange for efficiency and more work done, and the constant medication to counter that. Poor Jean probably has a lot of acid reflux and heartburn as a result, that sometimes could lead to her vomiting seemingly out of nowhere.

Diluc

While I just love to dump every curse imaginable onto Diluc, canonically I think he would be pretty much immune to anything sickness other than poisoning attempts. Now, headcanon-wise, I think he would have quite the list of food intolerances, stuff he would not inform his cooks, but just turn his nose to it. This boy is a ball of stress even though he doesn't show it, so indigestion, acid reflux, and general queasiness would be part of his daily routine.

Tartaglia/Childe

He used to be better than this, so much better. But his job as a fatui harbinger, the physical and mental strain, the constant traveling, by foot, by wheel, by sea, by wind, and the transformations. It's killing him little by little, but he refuses to acknowledge it even when his stomach decides to turn itself inside out and he can't keep even water down for who knows how long the next episode will last? If the stress wasn't enough, the foul legacy transformation is there to leave his health in shambles. There are days he can barely get out of bed because of how much it hurts and days when the pain is just a numb echo in the back of his mind.

(welp, that went for a little too long)

Zhongli

I couldn't resist not putting him here. For the sake of the plot, he normally can deal with most foods and his stomach takes everything pretty well, but he has days where his human form is just unstable, and eating feels like an alien experience for him. Food doesn't go down, or it just doesn't digest, it tastes off, it hurts him, and that hurts him even more, for good food is one of the few reasons he's still living among the mortals. Being reminded of it, that he's not human, and he's no longer an archon, and that erosion will catch up to him sooner or later, just leaves him... hollow.

Albedo

He doesn't need to eat, necessarily, being a homunculus and all, or at least I headcanon as much. But he does so to blend in and feel any joy from tasting delicious meals. Canonically he eats spiders, so I don't he's opposed to eating strange combinations, or trying out concoctions just to know what it'll do to him. More often than not Albedo has trouble processing all the food he ate, sometimes even going past what he can hold, and landing himself in a pretty bad stomach ache. While he does overwork himself to the point where no human could survive, he barely notices when he's truly ill. Albedo also eats to soothe the constant queasiness and discomfort in his belly from not eating properly.

Xiao

He's about the same deal. Doesn't need to eat, and doesn't need to sleep, but in his case, he's not looking to blend in. Canonically he used to consume dreams, and now he eats the almond tofu because it reminds him of the texture. I think Xiao is just constantly hungry and suffering that hollow burning feeling in his stomach until he can find something to soothe it, be it snow or almond tofu since everything else always comes back up. His stomach just can't hold onto foods he hasn't conditioned himself to process over so many years. Xiao's stomach is probably very noisy for his size, but most don't seem to notice as he doesn't stay in their presence for long.

Thoma

He has had some bad encounters with Ayato's culinary before, and the semi-frequent stomach issues he would get from it have probably strengthened him over the years. Only to the extent where he can hide any discomfort for as long as he needs, just to keep the appearances for his lord and his lady. Thoma's also overworked to the bone, to the point where exhaustion equals a long period of stomach pains and queasiness.

Gorou

This poor boy. He works so hard, he thinks of others before himself, and he's there if anyone needs him, but ultimately he'll choose to suffer alone. Being a dog (I'm not all that sure where stands), his list of things he can't even dream of eating is extensive, so more often than not, his stomach is revolting against him for not paying enough attention, or for just opting to eat something because it was the only thing available. While he tries to hold onto to vomit until he just can't anymore, he'll end up hurting his airways in the process, spelling a long while of difficulty swallowing, heartburn, and more food deprivation because of it.

Arataki Itto

My beloved. This lovely Oni comes packed a shit ton of allergies, the worst of all being beans, where even a single one could spell death for him. This happens on an almost daily basis, where besides the almost instant anaphylaxis and the vomiting spells that come from actually consuming the beans or just coughing so much he ends up hurling, his throat and stomach are left completely sore and extremely sensitive. Itto has trouble swallowing and keeping food down after he comes out of a particularly serious episode of allergy. More vomiting on top of that just never let's his esophagus heal. On top of that, acid reflux, a sore throat, s constantly noisy stomach and chest pain are just realities for him, but that doesn't stop him from shouting everywhere he goes. A gassy belly and obnoxiously loud burps are also included.

Shenhe

She's been training in isolation, in the mountains, eating nothing but flowers. Naturally, she's constantly suffering from nausea and abdominal pains, but years of meditation and concentration have teached her on how to push those obvious signs of her body asking for help to the back of her mind. Shenhe can't stomach anything other than the divine herbs she had learned to tolerate, her stomach just rejects it, sending her into the worst vomiting spells she has ever experienced. But that doesn't stop her from trying, forcing herself to eat like a human, not an adeptus, for the sake of her new friends.

Kamisato Ayato

Exhaustion is this man's only weakness. Ayato works himself to near collapse when he needs to, and that only serves for a sluggish sickly Ayato when he manages to wake up. Only then he'll notice how long he's gone without food, and how now his stomach is loudly complaining. He might vomit from migraines, from going too long without proper sustenance, from sleepless nights, and as result, his stomach becomes more and more fragile with each passing day.

[dcptcnx]

Can you do a scenario where the girl is in the same store and same time Megumi is running his errands but he develops a crush on her when she sees her and he doesn’t know how to find her so he somehow asks Yuji for help. They find her and Megumi asks her for help with something minor just to start a connection with the girl he has a crush on🥰

I’ve been wanting to ask but I wanted to think of a cute/nice scenario and since is Megumi (a guy that isn’t too open or extroverted) I thought it had to fit his style a bit😅

Sorry for the long Ask, but thank you for your work, I appreciate it🌸

NONNIE! THIS MADE ME HAPPY!!!!! Hope I did okay with this !

Book Smarts

¥ pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x F!Reader

¥ genre: fluff

¥ wc: 1,302

Megumi loved to read. Lately, he’s been out of it, as well as not having anything new to read. So he decided to stop by the newest bookstore that opened up to check out what their selections consisted of. Megumi is always quiet when it comes to his personal life; not letting people read him like an open book. He usually likes to read non-fiction books, but he thought maybe he should expand his options and explore different genres of books and stories, to possibly clear his head from the school stresses he’s enduring.

He arrived at the new store, stopping at the door to take note of the features of the building. Small, rustic, and comforting. Megumi was really good at judging establishments based on how well the outdoor aspect was taken care of. The more aesthetically pleasing the place, the better the selections they had to offer. With a soft exhale, he gently pulled on the door, a quick breeze pushing through, before the door separated the quiet from the loud outdoors.

The building looked small on the outside, but Megumi was quite surprised at the floor-to-ceiling shelves it showcased full of all kinds of books. He wouldn’t admit it, but the aroma of the place was very calming. A combination of book pages, essential oils, and flowers. A gentle smile crept on his face, glad that Yuuji and Nobara didn’t tag along with him. If they found him happy like he is right now, they’d never stop teasing.

“Rand, Rand…” He whispered to himself as he scoured the many shelves looking for this author’s name. When he arrived at the shelf labeled “R” he scanned for the name until he found the book he was looking for. As he began reaching, another hand, though much smaller, also reached out to the same book.

“O-Oh! I’m sorry! You can take the book if you want! I’m sure I can find something else…” A sweet and kind voice spoke up, making Megumi’s face heat up. She was beautiful. Her hair looked smooth, like she took great care of it. Her outfit was very comforting, like she dressed to stay covered, but light enough to stay cool. Her face was starting to form a red tint, which caused Megumi to mentally curse himself for not speaking at all.

“H-Here. I wasn’t sure i-if I’d buy it…” He gently hands her the book, looking away with a blush on himself. “I can get it later or something..”

The girl blinked, taking the book from his hands, and before she could catch his name, he was already gone.

Megumi hated how nervous he got when meeting someone new, especially a really cute girl. He was quick to exit the store, blush still radiating on his features, as he pulled out his phone to text the one person he felt would be of help.

‘Yuuji, I need help.’

‘Huh? You?’

‘It’s a girl. She’s really cute. Idk how to approach her.’

He hated admitting his failures to others as well, so when texting Yuuji his dilemma, he couldn’t help but feel more embarrassed.

Over the course of a few days, he and Yuuji would visit the same bookstore in hopes of seeing her, but she was nowhere to be seen.

“You sure it wasn’t some curse?” Yuuji asks quizzically, almost laughing as if it was a possibility with the Fushiguro.

“No. She wanted a book I also wanted. I gave it to her.”

Sighing to himself, he and Yuuji leave the store, feeling a little defeated. ‘And I let her get away…dammit Megumi.’ He thought to himself, mentally regretting not manning up and asking her name or anything. Once they both returned back on campus, Megumi made a note to himself that he’d go by the store one last time tomorrow, hoping, pleading, that she would be there.

And that day came.

After his classes, he made the trek to the bookstore, and once inside, he wasted no time to look at the shelves for the same book he’s been wanting. As he made his way, he saw books that piqued his interest and made him stop to examine them, until a new book made its way into his peripherals.

“H-Here you go.” A soft and kind voice spoke up to him, and when he looked over, it was her. The girl who he’s developed a small crush on by only ever seeing her once. “I found another copy in the back, and held onto it, hoping you’d come back.” She looked away, her blush evident still even when not in direct view.

‘Hoping I’d come back?’ He replayed her words in his head, shocked to hear that she waited for him to return. He took this moment to really look at her features, really take note how she looked. She wore a pastel pink shirt that had small bunnies all over. Her pants were a dark blue color that fit nicely on her body, not too big and not too tight. She had her hair half way tied back, with a black bow clipped where it’s tied back, which Megumi thought looked beautiful on her.

“Thanks. But uh…” his voice was quiet, almost wavering with nerves as he couldn’t find what to say. “Y-You work here?”

Her face started heating up, before giving him a smile that made his heart speed up. Her smile was so pretty that it could cast light in the darkest of shadows in his life.

“Yeah…I kept hearing my coworkers mention a boy with dark erratic hair coming in everyday, and I hoped it was you…” She shifted her gaze to the bookshelf they stood at, recognizing it where they first ‘met’. “I’m glad it was. I was hoping I could talk to you about the book you wanted.”

Megumi blinked, heart hammering in his chest as he listened to her smooth voice, watching her reach up to grab the copy she had grabbed that day. “Y-Yeah. I heard about it online and it seemed interesting.”

“You like dystopian novels?!” Her gaze was brought back to Megumi, eyes beaming with happiness, only to quickly look back at the shelf in embarrassment of her excitement.

He couldn’t help the small smile forming on his features, her excitement over books was calming, as he found someone he could hopefully talk about books with. And hopefully grow as a person with.

“I’ve recently enjoyed the concept.” He muttered, looking down at the book she saved for him. ‘Anthem’ by Ayn Rand. He’s read about the book online, and was drawn in by the way the story is written differently. “From what reviews I’ve read, it seemed like a good book.”

“I was happy to see someone reading the book I like a lot.” She mentioned, smile grazing her lips once more. “W-would you maybe…like to talk about it sometime?”

Megumi’s face blushed at the way she asked him. It sounded so cute and innocent, and he was loving it.

“I-I’d love that. I’ll read it with you too, if you want-“

A gentle giggle escaped her, as she nodded her head and turned so she looked like she was working. Megumi couldn’t help but admire her once more, wondering how he got lucky to catch the attention of someone like her.

“I know of a nice quiet coffee shop we can go to and stuff…?”

“I-I’d like that.” Her gaze met his, only to scrunch when she realized she didn’t know his name.

“Oh, It’s Megumi.” His face steady red, eyes darting over her face and back to the shelves hoping to not be obvious.

“Megumi…I like that.” Her smile came back, before she handed him a piece of paper with her number on it.

“Y/N. Thank you for coming back.”

[cloudberry-sims]

A Decade Through Time: The Alderberg Legacy: Year 1581

A birth , a wedding and deaths -  almost the complete stairs of life! 

From the Beginning I Currently

News spread fast in Outland , even faster when the news of Anne , widow of John Wardeby the blacksmith, were accepting the proposal of Mark Kellogg , the local butcher. 

It happened like this - with John’s death 3 years ago, Anne has been struggling to find a purpose outside of her daughters, so after talking with her brother-in-law she started a small laundry business. 

One of her primary customers was a fellow widower by the name of Mark Kellogg , who moved to Outland 2 years back with his pregnant wife to start raising pigs to be butched. His wife sadly past away 1 year into little Esther’s life. 

One day , Mark came with both Esther and the laundry, sheepishly asked if Anne could watch Esther while he did some errands around town.

Anne agreed as Catherine and Sybil could entertain her while she did the laundry. It would later become a regular thing and one day Mark asked if it could be a permanent thing.

“We are both widowers with small children, my Essie needs a mother to teach her things she will need to know and company that’s not only of piglets, while your girls will need a father to protect them when their uncles can’t. “

“*nervous laugh* and we both could need the company of someone who knows the pain of losing a spouse...”

It made Anne a bit speechless and flustered, she haven't been thinking much about marriage since John died.

Anne told him to let her think about it . Later she spoke with Eleanor and Arthur about it.

Arthur: You should accept it - He has good prospect and you both would benefit from it. 

Eleanor: His little girl will have a mother and your girls will have a father again. And let’s be honest, he is quite handsome for a butcher.

So, she did. Anne and Mark married 2 months later. Surrender the family of Anne. The father of Anne’s youngest sister was not attending , claiming to be ill. 

No matter if its true or not didn’t bother Anne , she was just glad to that the sims she loved were present as she spoke her vows a second time. 

The Wardeby girls were happy for their mother and Esther was ecstatic to have Anne, Catherine and Sybil staying with them from now on. 

So was Eleanor and Arthur , hoping by marrying Mark she would finally let go of her guilt and be truly happy again.

The Alderbergs were a little less joyous , William fearing that perhaps Eleanor or Arthur made Anne go through with the marriage like Geoffrey did almost 10 years ago , but no matter what he thought  he kept it for himself ...  

Unlike her first marriage , Anne didn’t wait to consummate her new marriage with Mark. 

Perhaps it was that Anne now knew what was going to happen , maybe it was because she missed the intimacy of the act.   

Though Anne's life would hopefully be more joyful , the life of her youngest sibling turned dark and cold. 

It had not been a lie that Geoffrey was ill , like most men of his age were. He was tired and had a fever , his heart pounding like a wild hound’s and plasma in his urine. 

He stayed in bed most days , and that’s how the now 15 year old Audrey found him to bring him some soup.

Her weeping alarmed William , whom rushed to her side like a lightning strike and held her close as she cried...

Her brother hushed her and promised that everything was going to be okay while rocking her back and forward. 

Geoffrey was quickly buried before the frost hardened the ground of Outland, only the Alderbergs and Horthalls attending. 

William had begged Anne to bring her family , not for Geoffry's sake but Audrey's , but she said no. 

Anne had recently discovered she was pregnant and did not wish to mourn a man she never view as her father.

 William called her selfish for not supporting their little sister but said no more. He was more concerned about Audrey at this moment to care about the hurt look on Anne’s face. 

Audrey was once more somber , her bright smile nowhere to be seen and if frightened her older brother. 

Her only comfort was Tristram the cat , whom she would sit outside cuddling until dark til Rebecca or William called for her. 

Rebecca suggested that Audrey would live with Eleanor for a while until she was back to her normal cheerful self. 

But William said no - Audrey would be staying as he thought sending away the girl would only cause her grief to worsen. 

He still remembered his promise to Geoffrey all those years ago when he made William his heir - to look after his little sisters and he would do that.

At Anne’s new home , the joy she once had has withered. Anne had given birth to , what she and her husband thought a healthy baby boy named Owen , only to find him lifeless in his basket a few days later.

Anne had many tragedies befall her - losing her father , mother , her first husband and now truly losing a child. Maybe this was the watcher’s dices punishing her for her prolonged hatred of Geoffrey , or just nature taking it’s course. Nobody will know for sure... 

I kept changing Anne’s new last name and her husbands occupation multiple of times until I finally had enough and named him Mark Kellogg and made him a butcher+ swineherd. At the beginning I wanted him to be a shepherd but I haven’t had the time to get the sheep mod.

Anne is probably my favorite out of the Alderberg kids , ever since she was a toddler. She has always intrigued me with how rough the dice were to her and her family. 

Anne is a good sim , but her brave trait makes her stubborn and she will probably not forgive Geoffrey ever even when she ended up loving John, but the problem is not forgiving Geoffrey but neglecting Audrey needs for support. 

I talked earlier that if Geoffrey lived to be 60 I would start rolling end of life rolls every year , but since he died I didn’t have to. Audrey , like her older siblings are now a orphan. Her story is a bit sadder since she is the only Dawne left.

It is interesting that we have few different bloodlines to follow- The “ Eleanor” line , the “Anne” line , the “William” line and the “Audrey” line. Calling them by their last names will be tricky since family names changes and dies.