#Before Ethan he was just Benjamin
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Benny weir x reader!! Hi I'm the one who's been requesting all the MBAV stuff and now I have another! Can you do one where the reader is a mage just like Benny and her grandma is like long time friends with Benny's grandma. So the gang is in trouble and asks Benny's grandma for help but she doesn't have the power to do so she asks for assistance from her long time friend and her grand daughter for help. When they arrive Benny is just enamored with the reader once he sees her. Like to the point you'd think he's never seen a pretty girl before. In order to stop whatever the gang is fighting against Benny and his grandmother and reader and her grandmother needs to do a powerful seance together. After seeing her power Benny some how falls even more for reader and just follows her around like a lost puppy.-🐇
Work Your Magic (Benny Weir X Mage!Reader)
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Summary: The way Benny acts around you, it might seem like you’ve put a spell on him. You haven’t, you’re just an impressive mage.
A/N: G/n means grandma’s name, also first fic since i graduated lets goooo
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“What have you gotten yourself into now?” Grandma Weir sighed, taking a sip of her tea. She looked at her grandson, who looked at her sheepishly while holding something behind his back.
“You can’t be mad.”
“Show me.” Benny set what was in his hands on the table before her. It was a box made of rotted wood, covered in dirt and moss, and radiating in magic. “Benny, what the hell did you do?”
“It’s not that bad, Grandma.” She gave him a look, clearly not believing him. “Okay, the box has the heart of the most evil vampire guy ever, but it’s not that bad.”
“Benjamin Weir! We clearly have different definitions of ‘not that bad’ because this is probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever done! How did you even get this? Why do you have it?” Grandma Weir pushed the box away, standing to move as far away from it as possible. Benny picked up the box again and followed after her.
“Ethan and I dug it up at the cemetery. We gotta destroy it to kill the guy before he takes over the world or whatever it is he’s trying to do.”
“Then destroy it! Get it out of my house!” Not hearing him make any movements, she turned to look at him. Once again, he looked like he was going to say something she did not want to hear. “Let me guess. You don’t know how to destroy it.”
“We do! It’s just….”
“Just what?”
“We need to open the box, but we can’t. So I was wondering if you could do it.” He gestured for her to take the box, but she only backed away. “Please, Grandma.” Grandma Weir tapped a ring on her finger against her teacup, glaring at the box.
“Get my spellbook.”
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After going through every spell in the book she thought would work twice, the box was still locked shut. Grandma Weir closed her spell book with a shaky hand, worn out from all her use of magic.
“I can’t do it, Benny.” She sighed, sitting down in her chair and stretching out her limbs. “Whoever’s heart this is, they obviously don’t want anyone to get it.”
“Please, Grandma. There’s gotta be something you can do.” She racked her brain, trying to find a solution. Still sore from all the magic use, she muttered a spell, and a small contact book flew to her from her purse. She flipped through the pages before pointing at the person she was looking for. She summoned the phone from her purse and started dialing the number, shooing Benny out.
“Make yourself busy; I gotta make a phone call.”
***
Benny leaned against the car with Ethan, waiting for his grandma to come out of the local airport. She had called one of her friends to help her with the boys’ box. Benny brought Ethan so he wouldn’t be stuck with two old witchy ladies by himself.
“Oh, I think I see them.” Ethan pointed out. Benny looked to see his grandma and a woman around her age walking out, carrying a suitcase. They paused their walk and turned around, Grandma Weir’s friend waving her hand to get someone to follow her. A girl, who seemed to be Benny and Ethan’s age, joined the two with her suitcase. To say she looked ethereal would be an understatement. Benny had no idea who she was, but he was hoping that all would change.
“Boys, help us with the suitcases.” Grandma Weir ordered when they reached the car. Benny immediately went to the girl, leaving Ethan to carry the other two suitcases.
“Thanks.” The girl said as she handed her bag off to Benny. She followed him as he put her case in the trunk of the car. “You must be Benny.” He almost choked. He knew nothing about this beautiful girl, yet she had guessed his name correctly. How was this possible?
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“Your grandma has a lot of pictures.” She giggled at his groan of annoyance. “I’m Y/n. G/n is my grandma. She brought me as backup.” Benny was immediately even more impressed by her.
“So you do magic too?”
“I dabble.”
“Dabble?” Y/n’s grandma laughed. “Don’t let her fool you, honey. She’s one of the most impressive Earth Priestesses of her age.”
“She’s only saying that because she’s my grandma,” Y/n muttered, embarrassed by the compliment.
“Well, Y/n, I can’t wait to see you work your magic.”
When the group arrived at the Weir household, Grandma Weir immediately handed the boys’ box off to her friend, not wanting to be held responsible for it any longer. G/n examined it closely.
“Very powerful lock on this.” She murmured, showing the box to her granddaughter. “What do you think, Y/n?” The girl grabbed the box and immediately shuddered.
“Blood magic.” She set the box on the dining table and took a step back. “It’s definitely blood magic; no wonder you guys couldn’t get it open. Why do you even have this?” Benny laughed nervously.
“Long story.”
“Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum here are trying to kill a very powerful vampire, and his heart is in this box.”
“That’s strange,” Y/n said.
“Well, this kind of stuff is actually normal for us,” Ethan interjected. But Y/n shook her head, eyes on the box.
“No, it’s not that. Vampires don’t have their own blood once they turn into vampires. So either this guy used the blood of one of the people he killed, or he did this while he was still human to absolutely ensure he would never die. His heart is in here?” The boys nodded. “You can’t kill a vampire if they don’t have a heart to drive a stake through.”
“So this dude is evil and smart?” Benny sighed. “This is gonna be harder than I thought.”
“What should we do, G/n?” Grandma Weir asked. G/n stroked her chin, deep in thought.
“We could do a seance.” Y/n quietly suggested.
“Brilliant idea, Y/n.” Her grandma congratulated her, sensing what she was thinking. “Obviously, the owner of this heart isn’t going to just let us have it. We have to go through his bloodline to get it.”
“So, what do we do?” Benny asked.
“Take us to where you found the box,” Y/n answered.
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“So, what are you doing?” Benny asked Y/n as he stood beside her, watching her wave her hands and mutter incantations.
“Cloaking spell.” She answered shortly. When the spell was finished, she turned to him with a smile. “We can’t exactly do this kind of thing out in the open for anyone to see.”
Benny and Ethan had taken the girls to the cemetery, where they found the heart in the box. The witches decided that the best way to get the lock off was to summon someone who shared blood with whoever made the lock and ask them to break the magic so they could get into the box. Not able to contribute anything to the seance, Ethan left Benny to work with the two grandmas and the pretty girl by himself.
“How long have you been practicing magic?” Benny asked, looking down and kicking up some dirt because he was too nervous to look at Y/n. It was as if he hadn’t seen a pretty girl before.
“Not too long. A few years, I think.”
“Wow. I thought you’d been practicing forever; you seem so good.” Y/n grinned, starkly contrasting her reaction to her grandma’s similar compliment earlier that day.
“No, I just have a really good teacher.”
“Kids!” Grandma Weir called for the teenagers, sitting next to G/n. “Get over here. It’s time.” The two scrambled to sit next to their grandmothers. The four spellcasters formed a circle around the enchanted box on the ground. “Everyone, join hands.”
Benny’s hand felt clammy in Y/n’s, and he hoped she wouldn’t comment on it.
“Don’t be nervous.” She whispered to him, squeezing his hand as she closed her eyes. Benny just became more anxious. His nerves were not all due to the seance he was about to perform, although that was part of it. But the main reason he was so nervous was because he was holding the hand of a powerful and enchanting witch. He took a deep breath to collect himself.
‘Asking Y/n to hang out shouldn’t be too hard after this.’ Benny thought, closing his eyes.
‘Let’s just hope you survive all this to ask me.’ A foreign but familiar voice sounded in his mind. Startled, Benny opened his eyes and looked at Y/n, who was already looking at him. Without saying anything else, physically or telepathically, she smirked and winked at Benny before closing her eyes again.
She was even more impressive than Benny thought now.
Seances were kind of scary. Benny felt like the wind was going to hurl him through a tree; it was so strong. He chanted incantations with the witches, gripping Y/n’s hand to ground himself. G/n called out to the ancestors of the blood magic’s owner to come, and after begging and getting whipped by the wind, one arrived. None of the spellcasters opened their eyes, afraid they would dry out or see something too terrifying. But they heard whispers of whoever had come pouring what was left of their soul into opening the box. Soon, the four sensed the energy leaving, and as they thanked whoever had come for coming, the wind settled into a calm breeze.
“That was…” Benny started, trying to find a word to describe what he had just been through. “Something.” Y/n laughed, brushing back the hair that had flown in her face.
“Something, indeed.” Benny’s eyes followed her pointed finger to the box, which was now open. “But at least it worked.
“You are so awesome,” Benny said to Y/n, in awe of her power. The teens’ grandmothers cleared their throats, and he suddenly remembered that he and Y/n weren’t the only ones in the cemetery. “Oh! You guys too!”
“As flattered as I am, Y/n did indeed do a bulk of the work.” G/n sighed, rubbing her hands. “The magic of a young witch can be very powerful, and her expertise just makes it more so.”
“Grandma, please.” Y/n dropped her head into her hands, not wanting to be the center of attention with a subject such as who has the most powerful magic in the group. Benny scooted closer to her, tucking a loose piece of hair she had missed behind her ear.
“No, she’s right. You’re like, really cool.” Benny mentally slapped himself. Really? That’s the best he could do? Y/n lifted her head to look at him, a small smile adorning her already gorgeous features.
“You’re not too bad yourself, Benny.”
#benny weir x reader#benny weir#my babysitter’s a vampire x reader#my babysitter's a vampire#mbav#agaypanic
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Gabriel in mi8 mocking Benji in front of Ethan. He knows a lot of stuff about Benji from the Entity. Imagine him mocking Benji's self-harm and maybe other personal things Ethan doesn't know about in front of Ethan.
Gabriel was rotting behind bars. It had taken Ilsa almost dying, Luther having to disappear for at least three months, Benji barely surviving frostbite in Antartica and Ethan jumping from a cliff on a motorbike, but at last, Gabriel was no longer free.
Which, all things considered, Benji should feel relieved about. Sadly, he doesn't. There's an odd pull at the back of his mind, a fear that it was not over—after all, even after London, Lane had come back, almost killing him. He'd learnt not to take jailing for granted.
More importantly, Gabriel had made a request, something odd in itself, anyway, to see him and Ethan, to, and he quotes, 'talk some things out,' which by the way, he thought was complete bullshit. He's still on his way, though, walking nervously down the IMF's large halls and cream coloured tiles, tugging slightly at the sleeves of his suit.
It was going to be fine, he thinks, you're not in danger. Ethan will be here, Gabriel can't harm you, it was going to be okay.
Ethan was also here, when Lane abducted you, a seething voice coos back at him, and he shakes it away.
Enough.
When he gets to the doors he notices that his friend was already here, running a hand through his hair (which has grown longer and thank God he hadn't thought of cutting it away just yet,) and smiling once he'd spotted the other man.
"Hey," he offers to him, a small smile curving his lips. "All good ?"
"Nervous," Benji admits, shrugging barely. "I think I liked him more when he was unconscious in the back of our truck."
"Isn't that the truth," Ethan chuckles lowly, but still raises his hand to gently grab his friend's shoulder, barely applying pressure there, "it'll be alright. Don't worry, it's not like he can do anything."
"I know. I'm just anxious like that."
"You can rely on me, yeah ?"
"Yeah."
They leave it at that, making their way to the cell, staying sat up straight as the curtain clicked open, revealing a very unkept and tired looking Gabriel staring back at them, sporting a beard and cuffs on his wrists. The glass that separates the three men does not make Benji feel safer.
There's a faint silence where they all breathe, glancing at one another, looking determined on Ethan's side, unsure on Benji's, and delighted on Gabriel's. Which was, in no way, a good thing.
"I see you've granted me of your presence," the latter says finally, voice more alike a chirp than anything else, "the IMF has a heart."
"What do you want ?" Benji forces out, his hands linked behind his back, fingers laced anxiously, "was a life sentence not fun enough ?"
"Of course not, Benjamin," Gabriel smiles, moving his attention to him, "I just thought that it would be interesting to...drop the masks, you know ? If we were to come clean, of course."
"There are no masks here," Ethan rebuts him, face commanding. "You're talking nonsense, and making us lose our time."
"Please," a laugh, "are you not interested in knowing the man who helped bring my AI down ? Knowing him more...deeply ?"
Benji shifts uncomfortably.
"I know what I need about Benji," his friend replies carefully, tone not betraying anything but disinterest. "You're bluffing."
"Oh, but I think that he's hiding a few many things from you, are you not, Benjamin ?" Gabriel retorts, locking their gazes mercilessly. "I'm not in a rush, unlike Solomon Lane was. I don't kill my preys, I play with them a bit, before engulfing them whole."
"Okay, mate," Benji snorts, "you're not," he raises his hands in air quotes, "engulfing shit. You're serving a life sentence. In hyper secure jails."
"Oh, do be careful, I can see your disgusting wrists when you raise your hands," the man grins, wolfish, pointing at him with a vague gesture of his arms. "Now, we don't want Ethan to see that, do we ?"
Benji's face visibly blanches, and he immediately drops his hands to his side.
"Leave Benji out of this," Ethan growls, forcing his own arm in front of his friend in a defensive stance, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"What I am talking about ? Why, of course, about his fun extracurri—"
"Quiet," the third man seethes, eyes barely slits with wrath, "shut the fuck up, understood ?"
That seems to take his friend aback.
"Benji," he starts, worried, "are you okay ?"
"I'm fine," he replies, fists shaking, "don't listen to him."
"What ? You haven't told your little friend how you like to slash your arms when you're upset ? You mean to tell me he's never seen you in short sleeves ? Because I have, and it's not pretty."
"PISS OFF !" Benji barks, taking a step towards the cell and banging on the glass wall, teeth bared, "how fucking dare you—"
Ethan's gone quiet, eyeing Benji like he'd just told him the world was about to collapse. His mouth hung slightly open, and his brows were raised in alert.
"You'd think I didn't know ?" Gabriel mocks him, eyes at the other's level, "I saw it all, with the Entity. I saw you in that shitty motel room doing lines of cocaine after a stressful mission, and I saw you cut your arms and thighs with that very ugly razor. I saw who you are, Benjamin Dunn," he continues, voice sweet as honey, sticking everywhere and leaving sugary traces, pretending like his words were not crude and cruel.
"Ethan, don't listen to him," Benji presses on, slamming his right fist on the wall, "Ethan."
"Is this true ?" the other agent can only ask, face falling completely, "Benji, do you—do you self-harm ?"
"You weren't fu—you weren't supposed to know," his friend frustratedly says, his body not facing him, "it's just—it helps me calm down."
"Benji, I don't think scarification has ever helped anyone calm down !" Ethan protests, voice raised in sheer alarm, "fuck, I—“
"I know what I'm doing, leave me be."
"No—Benji," he insists, "I had—I didn't know, I'm so sorry—“
"I don't need your pity !" Benji shouts back, finally turning to look at him, "what I do in my free time is none of your concern, alright ?"
"Not if it harms you !"
"What the fuck happened to bodily autonomy ?!"
"Benji, please ! I just—" Ethan closes his eyes, running a hand on his face, "fuck. And that makes you laugh ?" he says brutally, turning back to Gabriel, fuming, "you think this is laughing matter ?!"
"I think it's hilarious," the man replies, face twisted in a sick, disgusting smile. "You both make me laugh."
"I'll kill you," Benji furiously spits, "I'll fucking kill you."
"Like you killed Solomon Lane ?" Gabriel beams, before having the gall to look contrite, "oops. Another thing I shouldn't have said ?"
"You k—"
"Oh, piss off," the Brit cuts him off, anger directed at Gabriel, "you know what ? Sure. Sorry you've got to learn it that way, Ethan, but I got permission to put a bullet in Lane. There."
"Benji. I had no idea," Ethan flatly says, but he doesn't seem too fazed by it. If anything, there's a twinkle of interest shining in his irises. "I hope it felt liberating."
"D'you have other secrets you want me to spit out ?" Benji cackles, looking at the jailed man, "because I can go on for days. The—you think telling the world that I self-harmed is bad ? Wait until they learn about the rest. Huh ? You don't know what I'm capable of, Gabriel. The Entity saw what I did, but it'll never see what's up there," he smiles, and it's just as crooked, and horrifying, tapping his index next to his temple. "Fuck you, you hear me ? Go fuck yourself, you fucking nonce."
He pulls away from the glass, walking past Ethan in angry steps, the soles of his shoes echoing in the wide room. He slams the door on his way out.
"You'd be lucky to live another year," the agent seethes, shooting him a furious look. "You're a dead man."
He doesn't know if his words will actually be met with actions, but a little faith never hurt anybody. Soon enough he's out of the room as well, finding Benji sat on the floor, head on his knees and arms around his legs.
He's shaking.
"Benji," Ethan softly says, letting himself drop to his level, "hey. Benj."
"I don't want to see you," his friend mumbles, "I don't want your pity."
"I'm not pitying you. I'm—I'm worried."
"You think I'm disgusting."
"I'd never think that. Least of all of you."
"You won't be saying that when you see the shape of my arms and thighs," Benji humourlessly says, shaking his head. "Fuck. Of course he knew. God."
Ethan scoots closer, so close that their shoulders brush.
"Hey. I don't think any less of you. I'm just...I wish you'd told me," he mutters, voice soft. "You know you can talk to me, yeah ?"
"It's shameful enough to me, I didn't want you to know. You won't tell anyone else, right ?"
"Of course not, Benji. I won't tell a soul."
There's a sniffle, and then Benji's looking back to him, and Ethan kind of hates himself for thinking that the blue and gold of his eyes shone even brighter on red retina.
"I'm sorry for not telling you about Lane. I'm—I'm sorry."
"None of that," his friend whispers back, circling his shoulders with his left arm, pulling him against him, "I'm just surprised, I suppose. Who gave you carte blanche ?"
"Hunley."
"Ah...of course. Does Brandt know ?"
"Only if Hunley let it drop during one of their gross sex times," Benji shoots back, a hesitant smile forming on his lips.
"Ow, too far, Benj !"
"Sorry," he laughs, wiping the tears away. "Sorry. I—I actually was thinking of going to see one the IMF's psychiatrists. About—about the scarification ? And—and the PTSD. I guess."
"I think it's a brilliant idea, Benji," Ethan softly says, letting his fingers brush against the soft curls. "You're right, I'm sure it'll help."
There's a pause, something where it seemed like the other was about to say something but didn't, and the silence floats above them for a few seconds.
"Would you—" a cough, "would you mind, huh. Coming with me ? At the first appointment."
"With you ?"
"I haven't seen one since London. With, huh, Lane. I'm—I guess what I'm saying is that I'm scared," Benji mutters, looking down. "I'd like to have someone come with me. Not in the actual, huh, room, but, like. Being with me until it's time for the meeting. You don't have to say yes, actually it's silly, forget about i—“
"I'd love that," Ethan smiles back, letting his forehead rest on the crown of Benji's hair. "If you think it could help, then yeah. With pleasure."
"You mean that ?"
"And more."
Benji's face finally breaks into a beaming smile, and Ethan's heart finally starts beating good again.
"Okay," he whispers, like it was their own little secret. "Thank you, E."
"Thank you for trusting me, Benj."
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Okay. Time for a hot take.
I’m hate, hate, hate all of the “Midge Maisel is a bad mother” thing being pushed by the fandom and the show.
First of all, plenty of people work nights/ travel a lot/ have jobs in entertainment and spend a lot of time away from their kids. This does not necessarily make them bad parents, just busy ones.
Second of all, this kind of hands-off parenting seems to be normal for the time. We see this a lot in the season 2 Catskills episodes, where various adults simply hand off their children. Later that season, Rose even comments that the children would be confused if she ate with them. And yes, she is instilling unhealthy beauty standards in Esther, but she clearly inherited them in turn from Rose.
Third of all, Midge is seen actively parenting her children to the best of her ability (outside of the stupid flash forwards). Yes Ethan in particular seems to have behavioral issues, but Midge seems unsure of how to handle it. Behavioral therapy is difficult to access today, let alone in the late 50s.
Examples:
- One of the first things she mentions when Joel is leaving her is that they have children. She repeatedly mentions that she wants the separation to be stress free for the children. She wants them to see Joel in a safe environment.
- She repeatedly worries about how her children will be affected by her career choices.
- She’s seemingly the one who takes them to all of their doctors appointments.
- She attempts to find help from Imogene and Dr. Spock when she is unsure, but her resources are extremely limited and don’t help her.
- She mentions specifically wanting to bring Ethan to the record store because she knows he would like it.
- She offers to get Ethan piano lessons when he seems interested.
- She is depicted several times reading to her children at night.
- She planned Ethan’s birthday.
- She is rightfully concerned when Joel is planning to leave for a long time for work on the West Coast, and never see the kids.
- When Abe calls her home in a panic in 2x1, her first thought is the children.
- She’s the one encouraging Esther’s first words.
- She’s the one toilet training Esther.
- She’s open to getting Ethan therapy despite the stigma when he can’t sleep. Joel, naturally, is opposed.
Finally, it is pretty explicitly stated that Midge feels insecure about being a mother during her set at the Vanguard. She explicitly asks if she perhaps “chose the wrong profession” but is now stuck in something she’s not good at. She brushes it off as saying, “women are supposed to be mothers”. She was clearly socialized into being a mother, with her own mother ingraining the necessity of “three before thirty”. Imogene also pushes her to have another baby with Benjamin and Astrid comments during a discussion about her infertility that Midge “did everything right”. It’s implied that if Midge had discovered her career path earlier…she may not have even become a mother.
Midge is not perfect (especially in season 4, where even I- a huge Midge apologist- doesn’t like her), but I don’t think it’s fair to say that Midge was a terrible mother and therefore deserves all of her misfortune.
So, there’s my rant about how Midge, like any parent, did her best as a mother while trying to grow personally, and I’m sick of her being demonized for not being perfect.
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voice test: PT Benji AU
back when this AU was simpler (i.e. three days ago) I wrote a fast voice check for it. now the outline has, uh, evolved so this snippet might not be in the final product, but here.
this was directly inspired by that gifset I just reblogged.
It was a cool day in December, and the next session on Benjamin Dunn's calendar was tastefully redacted.
These appointments showed up on his digital calendar as blank blocks. No name, no information, just a colored square stretched out, taking up space and ensuring no one else booked him for the slot.
This was, in Benji's opinion, really stupid. These blank appointments only meant one thing; an agent of the Impossible Mission Force was on their way to see him. He understood that the IMF didn't legally exist in any way, so signs of its presence were always obscured. But since no one else used the same tactic on his calendar, it meant the implications were pretty damned obvious once you knew what they meant.
Sighing, Benji worked on finishing his notes on the rehab session he'd just completed.
There was a single knock at his door before it opened. "You're ten minutes early," Benji said, fingers still moving at decent 60 WPM clip as he summarized his last appointment.
"What, you haven't been waiting on bated breath for me? I'm hurt, Benji," Ethan Hunt said, shutting and locking the door behind him as he arrived.
"You're always hurt, Mr. Hunt," Benji pointed out, leaning to look around the monitor of his computer, taking in a cursory preview of what bullshit Ethan had put himself through this time. It had been almost six months since Ethan's last appointment, which was ample time for him to get into an impressive amount of trouble.
Also, point of fact: Ethan was never early to his appointments. This was an incident that defied precedent and thus made Benji nervous.
But at a glance, Ethan seemed fine, his hands in his jacket pockets, his head moving and turning with ease as he looked over Benji's office.
"Hey, you have initials on your name plate," Ethan said, picking up the little bronze stand at the corner of Benji's desk. "Did you wrap up your doctorate? Am I finally talking to the esteemed Doctor Benjamin Dunn?" He lifted his eyes to Benji's and grinned.
"I'm afraid so," Benji said sincerely. "Three more years of my life just thrown on the pyre of higher education."
"Congratulations. Sorry I missed the commencement."
"So did I, I was booked that afternoon." With a rueful shake of his head. "Thank you, really. But you're still early, so have a seat and I'll be over to poke at you in a bit."
As he continued to type, Benji slowly realized that Ethan didn't want to sit. He hovered around the sofa, leaning in to examine some of the playbills Benji had framed on his bookcase, killing time before finally dropping onto a cushion.
The moment he did, it was a mistake; Ethan pressed his fist down against the seat, pushing, his body moving. A long curve bent his spine, his head tipping over the back of the sofa, his tailbone rising right off the seat. "Christ," he muttered, teeth grit. Once he was suspended like that, a javelin's arch from his neck to his knees, he stopped, tensed, body humming.
Benji was on his feet in an instant, circling his desk and going to Ethan, taking hold of his other hand and hooking fingers under Ethan's belt. "For god's sake, Ethan, don't hurt yourself." With both anchors in hand, Benji pulled, helping Ethan back to his feet.
Steadying himself, Ethan gripped Benji's forearm. "Shit, I didn't expect it to hurt that much. I've been keeping mobile."
"I can see that," Benji said, waiting patiently for Ethan to relocate his footing. "What was it this time?"
"Had to climb a sheer wall, thirty foot."
"Ethan…"
"That was the easy part, actually. Falling down the other side, that's what got me. Landed awkwardly."
Benji wasn't sure there was a good way to land from a thirty foot drop. Guiding Ethan along, he drew him over to the table. "Can you lay on your back?"
"Probably," Ethan said, with enough uncertainty Benji understood why he'd arrived so early to his appointment. Helping him up, Benji untied and removed Ethan's shoes, bending his knees so his feet were planted, his legs forming shallow mountain peaks.
"I'm going to flip on the heating element and you're going to wait for me to finish up my notes," Benji prescribed firmly. "Then we'll see about what the hell you've done to your sciatica this time."
"Can't I have it removed at this point?" Ethan asked, breathing deep and even in a way that was more practiced than natural.
"Not how that works," Benji said. Lingering, he rested his palm on Ethan's forearm, watching the shape of his body, looking for any more signs of acute pain.
Rolling his head to the side, looking up at Benji, Ethan said, "I'm good. You can finish your notes, Dr. Dunn."
"Oh, now I get an honorific," Benji groused. "A simulacrum of respect."
"Nothing simulated about it, Benji," Ethan said a touching amount of sincerity.
Which was very kind, but did not last long. In fact, it landed exactly as long as it took for the session to start, when Benji folded Ethan's leg up to his chest.
Ethan cursed a blue streak.
"I have no idea," he ground out, word by word, "why I come here year after year. I'd been in barfights that don't beat me up like you."
Rolling his eyes, Benji boldly hooked Ethan's leg over his shoulder and patted his stomach. "Breathe."
He inhaled. Exhaled. "Ow."
"I don't know, Agent Hunt," Benji said, voice like vanilla, sweet and mild as he gave Ethan an approving pat. "This always happens, and yet you show up ten minutes early like a pain in the ass."
"I'm being a good patient," Ethan countered.
Benji released Ethan's leg, guiding it flat with firm hands as he watched for when the pain kicked in. As soon as the muscle corded, tensed, he helped brace it. "I don't know who's been fibbing to you, but you haven't been a good patient a single day of your life."
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Small Important Update :
Hello there! It's Ethanvanii here, posting a small update cause I've been inactive on Tumblr lately, and I wanted to clean stuff up.
I will be on a break now, I won't be online so much and I'll be working on homework, and other art projects/series.
Where i have been in life 📣
So far, i have been behind on homework, so much that the homework line on my computer is RED. And not completed, behind even. But yeah, aside from that.. Life has been a bit boring and honestly sad. I've been worried for my online son, Ryker since they have been going through a lot of mood swings, terrible shit happening to them and all. I hope they'll try to stay safe and healthy while I'm gone for a bit.
About Sickpants Lullaby ☎
As you can see, Sickpants Lullaby has been on hiatus for like... I dunno... SINCE LIKE OCTOBER... But the question is, WHY was it on hiatus?
Homework aside, the reason why i haven't worked on it was because of my motivation dying down for the series, without Cobalt/Natt here... I feel very unmotivated to work on it at the moment, he is my beautiful and silly online son, he is like a whole ray of sunshine even. It was fun to hang out with him, before he left to China... I'm honestly lucky to have him in my horrible ass life. Not having him here can be really lonely honestly, even he had that problem while working on Parodies College House (A Spongebob Parodies Fangame he made) To the point he had to put it on hiatus till Benjamin and Juan were back. (Since they are needed, cause they're voice actors in that. And also cause of the fact Cobalt misses them.)
HOWEVER....
Not to worry, cause Sickpants Lullaby will continue once he comes back! Hopefully, if I don't get art block...
ALSO...
Please do NOT slide into my DMS just to ask me when I'm gonna work on Sickpants Lullaby, or if im working on a drawing of your character. It just makes it annoying and makes me not wanna complete it anymore, I hope you understand that.
Another mention though, I have a second reason for having no motivation for working on Sickpants Lullaby as i used to.
The second reason why Sickpants Lullaby is on Hiatus ☎
The SECOND reason why the series is on hiatus, is just because I've been working on another series which is called "Ethan's Void Life (EVL for short)" more. I've lost some interest in working on Sickpants Lullaby now that Cobalt/Natt is gone, it just doesn't feel the same anymore without him... I don't feel the same joy i get while drawing Sickpants Lullaby frames for my audience as i used to.........
....But besides that, look at the bright side. At least i get a break from the Internet for a bit..? Yes, I'll be checking my Tumblr Inbox in a while, just in case to answer questions.
Anyways, time for more fun stuff.
NEW INTERESTS!! YIPPEEE- 📣
So far, I've gotten around.... Well I don't know, 3 INTERESTS?? MAYBE EVEN 5???
But yeah, I'll try my best to remember most despite my poor memory.
1. PHIGHTING! (Roblox Game)
2. Item Asylum (Also Roblox Game)
3. Guts & Blackpowder. Again, another roblox game. But this time Cobalt got me into it in the first place. I don't regret playing it.
4. Regretevator.... HOLSLSYY FUCKKKK I LOVE THIS GAME 😭😭 IT'S THE WHOLE REASON WHY MY TUMBLR USER IS NAMED AFTER PARTYNOOB NOW 💔💔💔
Stimming aside, it's a pretty cool and fun game. I liked the voice acting, fun stages, and the characters are pretty creative to be honest!
5. Dayshift At Freddy's. Despite the... Ahem... Problematic parts due to it being made in like 2018.... It's a really goofy and silly game! I honestly love it despite me still trying to get all the way to DSAF 3... DSAF 1 was a pain in the ass to play, hopefully I'll skip it and just see if DSAF 2 is easier. (Because my dumbass can't press the springlocks fast enough in the first game lmao, but don't worry i still love the game anyways)
6. Dialtown. Made by the same creator of DSAF. I really enjoyed Dialtown honestly, the dialogue, the story, and the characters! They even added some phone guy characters from DSAF into it. Maybe as a Easter egg? I don't know. Either way Dialtown was still fun. Not to mention the creator is really nice, bless their heart. :)
Interests i MIGHT stream 📣
1. PHIGHTING
NO. As much as i love it, i am ass at playing on computer, I'll most likely make a video of me playing it on phone instead of streaming.
2. Item Asylum
Possible? I haven't tested it on computer for lag, so it's a maybe for now....
3. Guts & Blackpowd-
NO. I've tested it on my laptop before, believe me. It's laggy for my small ass laptop. I'll be posting videos of me playing it on mobile instead, thank you very much... It may be less laggy on your laptop, but mine? Nah.
4. Regretevator
Yes. It's still fun either way if i die to lag, one death isn't gonna hurt my soul. ^_^
5. Dayshift at Freddy's
Maybe?? It's if I DON'T GET SPRINGLOCKED A BUNCH OF TIMES DUE TO FAILING... but yeah, it is possible, I'll be streaming myself watching DSAF 1 gameplay on youtube, and then the next streams will be me playing DSAF 2 and DSAF 3 (that's IF they don't springlock me again... It sucks tbh but it's still a loveable game)
6. Dialtown
Yes! Though I'll have to add some warnings before people watch it, since i don't want my viewers getting uncomfortable due to the themes in it.
Thats all for now, I hope the news up there was useful.
No, not the interests, the Sickpants Lullaby part.
Anyways, bye for real! :3
#fnfspongebobparodies#fnfsickpantslullabyau#fnfspongebobparodiesau#fnf spongebob parodies#fnf sickpants lullaby au
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Can we please get a continuation of Joel finding out who Lenny "really" is 😅
When Midge is feeling better, they have a family dinner, not just to trade the kids around, but so that both families can catch up on each others’ lives.
Joel makes it to Midge’s place with the kids not long before six-thirty, and when she lets him in, he notices that she is a little pale. A little on the thin side, but she’s bright-eyed and smiling.
“Ma!” Ethan cries, rushing forward to hug her around the legs.
“Wow, I guess someone actually missed me,” Midge jokes, stroking his hair. “How were they?” she asks Joel.
“Fine. Normal.”
Midge takes Esther from Joel’s arms and snuggles her, kissing her temple. “Where’s Mei?”
“Studying,” Joel tells her. “Lenny here?”
Midge blinks owlishly as he steps into the apartment. “Uh...yes. He’s in the living room with our parents.”
“So my parents get to meet the guy before I do?” Joel snaps. “Kids meet him yet?”
“No, actually, that’s going to happen tonight, while you’re here,” Midge tells him. “Because you’re here, and if everyone meets him together-”
“You shoulda told me you were dating someone,” Joel snaps.
“Like you told me you were dating someone only after we had drunkenly had sex and remarried?” Midge accuses. She sighs softly. “Look, I’m not contagious anymore, but I’m not feeling all the way better, so if we could just postpone this fight, I would really appreciate it?”
“Fine,” Joel snaps. He loosens up a little. “So. Lenny.”
“Yes. Lenny.”
“He nice?”
“Yes, he’s very nice.”
“What does he do?” Joel asks.
“He’s in entertainment,” she tells him as she leads him through to the living room, taking Ethan’s hand with the one that isn’t holding Esther.
“Joely, you’re here!” Shirley cries. “We were just getting to know Midge’s new friend.”
Joel stares for a long moment at the man getting to his feet from MIdge’s couch. He’s tall - not as tall as Benjamin, but taller than Joel - with dark curly hair, wearing a nice suit.
And he’s Lenny Bruce.
Joel turns to Midge slowly, staring at her.
“Joel, Lenny,” she says lightly. “Lenny, Joel.”
Lenny nods. “Hello.”
“Lenny, these are my kids,” Midge grins. “This is Esther, and this is Ethan.”
Lenny grins and kneels down to Ethan’s height, shaking his hand. “Hi, Ethan.”
“Hi,” he chirps.
“Lenny is Mommy’s friend,” Midge tells them.
Joel just keeps staring.
“Okay there, Joel?” Moishe asks, looking curious.
He doesn’t respond.
“Lenny and Abe were just talking a whirlwind around me about free speech and obscenity laws,” Moishe goes on. “I don’t understand half of it, but they’ve got feelings.”
Still, Joel stays silent, staring at Midge as she snuggles Esther and introduces her more properly to her new boyfriend.
Who is Lenny Bruce.
She’s seeing Lenny Bruce.
Lenny Bruce took care of her while she was sick.
Lenny Bruce is meeting his kids.
His ex-wife (whom he may or may not have feelings for still) is fucking Lenny Bruce.
“Sorry I’m late!” It’s Susie’s voice, though it doesn’t make Joel turn. “Damn, I missed it!” she cries.
“Damn,” Ethan repeats.
“Oookay,” Midge says awkwardly. “Ethan, go say hello to your grandparents. Mama, can you take Esther? I need to go finish dinner.”
“I’ll help,” Lenny chimes in.
“You don’t have to.”
“You’re still not feeling a hundred percent better,” he points out gently. “I promise I will not add and subtract anything to your dishes. I will do exactly what I’m told.”
Midge grins and kisses his cheek. “Good boy,” she jokes as she leads him off.
“Wow, he’s really stunned,” Susie marvels, as she stares up at Joel. “Hey! Maisel! You in there?”
“You told me,” he mutters, his anger starting to boil up. “That she was dating some guy named Lenny.”
“She is. His name is Lenny.”
“You don’t say,” he goes on, only getting angrier. “That she was dating Lenny FUCKING BRUCE!”
“Joel, the children,” Rose scolds, looking shocked.
“Why do you care who Miriam is dating?” Abe asks. “You’re not married to her anymore.”
“You know what? I can’t do this. I can’t be here,” Joel tells them, shaking his head as he stumbles his way back to the front hall.
“Wow, he’s pussying out way sooner than I thought he would,” Susie marvels.
Midge frowns as she rushes out from the kitchen, looking a little winded. “Joel? What’s wrong? What’s the matter?”
“What’s the matter?” Joel snaps. “What’s the fucking- Midge. You’re dating Lenny fucking Bruce, and you ask me what the matter is?”
“Language!” Shirley snaps as she covers Ethan’s ears.
“I know it’s a lot to take in, but let me explain,” she says evenly.
“Explain. Explain how you stole my life?!” Joel yells. “And stabbed a knife in my back while you did it?!”
“Why, did you want to date Lenny Bruce?” she asks, bewildered.
“I’m outta here,” he snarls, swinging the door open, and slamming it behind him.
Midge stares at the closed door, stunned and feeling even more winded than before.
“That went way worse than I thought it would,” Susie tells her.
Midge takes a breath. “I should have told him sooner, and in private...with being sick, there wasn’t a lot of time, and-”
“Don’t beat yourself up,” Susie tells her, patting her arm. “Even if you told him in private he would have acted like an asshole. How’s dinner comin’? I’m starving.”
Midge grins a little and takes a breath. “Almost done.”
#fic#au#tmmm#Midge/Lenny#Midge x Lenny#and susie and joel and abe and rose and moishe and shirley and ethan and esther
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So I'm bored 😁 Let's have some fun. (Only if you want, no pressure!)
Did Claire go to her HS prom? What about Ethan? Any of your other pairings?
What did they wear?
If you want, share any of the other character's prom wardrobes too.
So before I start, I HC that the high schools that my pairings went to all had junior/senior proms.
Also I am just doing the ones for my main pairings and not any other characters from OH or RCD or the pairings that I have made that I haven't explored/don't talk about often.
Also it took a while for me to find what photos I wanted and some background for each prom.
Brooklyn's Sophomore Dress
So Brooklyn was asked to prom her sophomore year by a junior and went as friends.
Neither of them really had an idea of what to wear so their moms got together and picked something out.
Her 'date' wore a blue suit.
He ended up talking to her when they arrived and then never talked/looked at her again for the rest of the night.
It was also her brother's (Parker's) senior prom, so she spent the night hanging out with him.
Parker may have also threatened Brooklyn's date for leaving her the Monday after prom.
Her hair looked like this
Brooklyn's Junior Dress
During Brooklyn's junior prom, she decided that she would hang out with a couple of her close friends.
She ended up going dress shopping with her mother (Anne) and sister (Elizabeth), which they made it a whole day thing as they also went shopping for other items.
Brooklyn ended up having a lot more fun at this prom as there were more people she knew there compared to last year.
Her hair looked like this
Brooklyn's Senior Dress
During her senior year, she was dating Benjamin Cameron who asked her to prom in November, even though it wasn't until the end of May.
Ben asked Brooklyn what she wanted and she said she wanted to do black and red.
She went dress shopping with a few friends and this ended up being the first dress she tried on.
Her accessories and shoes were all red or black, as well as her makeup.
She ended up winning prom queen this year.
Her hair looked like this
Thomas' Junior Suit
Thomas ended up asking a girl that he had a crush on to prom
She was very demanding and told him what he had to do for prom
Her and her mother ended up taking him shopping for the suit just to make sure that everything was perfect.
She also made him get ready at her house so she could have her mother do his hair.
For most of the night, she would make him do something for her, whether it was that he had to get her food or he had to be a leg rest or that he had to carry her to the bathroom and wait outside for her to be carried back to the table.
She also told him that he wasn't allowed to dance with her during most of the songs because she only wanted to dance with her friends and her twin sister's ex
So he ended up leaving early and got a bunch of messages from people, saying he was an asshole for leaving her alone.
Thomas' Senior Suit
Thomas was reluctant to go to his senior prom after what happened the previous year.
He ended up going with his friends who didn't have dates.
They stayed for only an hour and then went back to Thomas' house and played games for the rest of the night while most of the people at prom left and got drunk.
He also ended up taking one of his father's old suits.
Claire's Junior Dress
Claire was asked by her boyfriend, Asher Bradley on her birthday.
They went to prom as a double date with her best friend Adelaide and her boyfriend, Ryan Stevens.
She went dress shopping with Adelaide and her mom. (Claire's mom didn't come)
She paired this with other dark blue and black accessories.
Her hair looked like this
Claire's Senior Dress
Claire originally wasn't going to go to her senior prom as she had just broken up with Asher not too long before and they were going to go together.
Adelaide ended up convincing Claire to go with her and Ryan.
She again went with Adelaide and her mom for the dress (and Claire's mom didn't come this time either).
She ended up having a great time and had a sleepover at Adelaide's house. (Which ended up turning into a night of comforting Adelaide).
Her hair looked like this
Ethan's Senior Suit
Ethan did not go to his junior prom as he didn't see a point in it.
He wasn't even going to go to his senior prom until he heard his dad talking to someone about it and heard how sad he sounded that Ethan was planning on not going.
He ended up asking a girl who he had a few classes with to prom as friends (which she understood and agreed with).
He let her choose what they were going to wear and he was relived when she said that they were going to be wearing black and not a bright color.
He ended up having a fun time and his date won prom queen.
Surprisingly, he also ended up having his first kiss with her that night. If you don't count CPR bear
Adelaide's Junior Dress
Her boyfriend, Ryan Stevens asked her to prom during spring break.
They went as a double date with Claire and her boyfriend, Asher Bradley.
She paired it with white accessories
Her hair looked like this
Adelaide's Senior Dress
She was asked to prom again by Ryan over spring break.
She had Claire, Ryan and herself go as a little group since Claire had just broken up with Asher.
She again paired this with white accessories
This was also the first night she found out Ryan had cheated.
Her hair looked like this.
Tobias' Junior Suit
He went with a group of friends just to try and have some fun.
He ended up doing a dance battle with one of the seniors.
Tobias also won prom prince and danced with his crush who won prom princess.
Tobias' Senior Suit (Part 1)
Tobias went to prom with a family friend at their school.
She wanted the two of them to wear purple so he obviously agreed, even though he didn't like the shoes.
His date also won prom queen.
Tobias' Senior Suit (Part 2)
The prom at his school was after the other prom
He didn't go to this prom with her but went with friends again.
They all wore bright colored suits and he got orange.
He had lot of fun and got lifted and rode a wave of people.
He won prom king.
Any other questions?
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#choices#choices red carpet diaries#choices open heart#thomas hunt x brooklyn moore#ethan ramsey x claire evans#tobias carrick x adelaide barnes
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The Mochi Prosperity Challenge!
Round 1, House 2- Turner
-Told yah I would have better screenshots this time!-
"What the...?"
-Oh, hello Benjamin! How are you and Ethan doing?"
"Again.... What the?"
-TLDR I am Mochi and I am in charge of helping this neighborhood out and thrive! Do not worry whether or not I am real or not, or if you are or not.-
"I was not worried about that...I might be now.."
-Lovely. How is the house treating you?-
"Quite small I must admit. But I guess with it just Ethan and I now it really does not matter the size."
-Yes well, I only have so much to work with. Tell me about yourself!-
"Ah, yes, I am Benjamin Turner, I am a single father to my dear boy Ethan here, and I strive to be the chief of medicine one day."
-Ah what a cutie Mr. Ethan is!-
"Yes, he takes after me I would say. Honestly though I ... I don't remember if he takes after his mother or not."
-I will say he takes after you don't worry your little head of such trivial matters such as...-
"Such as my missing wife?"
-I wouldn't say she's missing... Rather just ... not here.-
"hmm."
-The house seems quite cozy for sure huh...I swore I made it bigger.-
"You built this house? How? You're not even real"
-I don't think now is the time to get into what is real or not, and I don't think you'll win this argument.-
"I beg to differ, I am a smart man. Either way, I am on the hunt for a job!"
-Chief of Medicine... Do you think it would be on the classified page of the newspaper?-
"Now come on. Of course not. But maybe a starting position is."
"Drat there seems to be nothing up my alley, I shall take what I get I guess. How does oceanography sound?"
-It sounds wet and stinky.-
"Wonderfully perfect!"
-Okay weirdo, I will assume you are a slob aren't yah?-
"Huh how'd you guess?"
-Guess I am just lucky...-
"Well better get my dear boy Ethan a nanny for when I am at work."
-I love that you are doing that, because I would hate to have my second household to have a child taken away.-
"Second household?"
-Yes! You are apart of my little experiment in this neighborhood. The are five families, and you are second in my rotation!-
"I do love experiments, I just am not sure if I consented for me nor my son to be apart of one..."
-NONSENSE I have the consent forms right here. Nevermind that. When do you start your job?-
"... 3 am tomorrow."
-Oh, ew.-
"Yeah I will concur with that statement."
-How sweet!-
"Saying goodbye before work to my little man. He's my number one here."
-:) very cute. I love the little family dynamic you have going on-
-Gooooood luck Benny boy!-
"Don't call me that."
-What the hell...-
"googoo"
-Oh Ethan! Sorry! I shouldn't be saying inappropriate words in front of you!-
*giggle*
-Ethan your nanny is....special. She's been standing there for hours staring at nothing and doing nothing. Maybe she's broken?-
*coos*
-I see your father needs to teach you to talk. I am not sure how many milestones we will be able to do this round for you before your birthday.-
"Dear me that was the most unfun thing I have ever experienced"
-Dear you lol-
"I'm sorry?"
-Never mind. Maybe tomorrow's newspaper will have your chief of medicine on the front page!-
"Don't be smart."
-I thought you liked smart!-
-Speaking of smart your little one seems to be swimming in your toilet.-
"Ethan, honey, no please. Daddy's too tired for this"
-The joys of single parenthood.-
"I mean honestly is it going to hurt him... Maybe he's trying to be like me, I come home wet and stinking of fish from this job. Like Dad like son?"
-Whatever floats your boat dude.-
-It seems I was right bout ya'll not having enough time for proper milestones. But at least hes growing up happy! Happy birthday dear boy. Our neighborhoods first birthday!-
"We got this little one, make a wish! Daddy will try his best to make it come true."
-Sweet!!! Don't make me cry.-
"Hi Mochi!"
-Hello, Ethan! How is your birthday going?-
"So fun!"
"Okay, Dad! Lets dance before you gotta work!"
"Oh Ethan, okay. If it makes you happy it makes me happy."
-I love the sweet autonomous moments like this :)-
-First day! Kick butt little one!-
"I'm not that little anymore Mochi!"
-Surrrrre. Literally aged from a toddler less than 12 hrs ago but sure.-
-Oh, you're both home at the same time! How was school and work?-
"My grades aren't great..."
-I don't think they normally would be on your first day. Don't worry your wanna be doctor dad is probably gonna help you get them to A's asap!-
"Who knocked over our trash?! Ethan was it like this when you went to school?"
"No Daddy!"
-I think it was the nanny when ya'll left..-
"Okay kiddo. School work time!"
-Told yah Ethan, Benny boy here wants you to go to private school. Ain't no way he gonna let you slack off.-
"Ain't ain't a word miss Mochi!"
-Ethan. I like you. Lets keep it that way.-
-How's the hunt Benjamin?-
"Still nothing! I would even take being a candy striper!"
-How ...How old are you?-
"Huh? Why?"
-I do not think candy stripers are a thing anymore.-
-oooo! Our first chance card!-
-Hell yeah we love promotions. Maybe next round I'll give yall a little renovation to the house. Get you and Ethan your own bedrooms.-
"I wouldn't mind that!"
"Oh, Hello Emmy!"
-Emmy! How is my girl doing?-
"Came to say hello! Benjamin is my closest friend here in the neighborhood!"
-He's off limits.. Ya'll are founders, so just friends for you.-
"OH MOCHI! No! Nothing like that. I don't even think we're attracted to each other!"
-Oh would you look at that yeah no chemistry. But best friends! And so quick wow!.-
"Fudge!!"
-Ethan!-
"I said fudge!"
-Its the intent though. Either way. How was school.-
"I got a B"
-That's great! Is dad helping with homework at night?-
"Yes! That's why I thought it would be an A by now!"
-It takes time!-
-Oh Emmy is still here!-
-.... what? Why are you talking about that with a child sleeping like 2 feet away-
"We aren't being nasty! He'll learn about it sooner or later anyways! He's the son of a soon to be Chief of Medicine!"
-Benny boy, I hate to break it to yah but soon is maybe not the right word since you haven't even landed a job in the medicine field.-
"Stop calling me Benny boy!"
-No its cute-
"Its not."
-Hey Emmy I think its time to leave girlie. Nearly time to go for me and the boys seem dead tired.-
"Oh yes, of course. Thanks for having me Benj.... Benny boy! *giggle*"
*Benjamin glares*
"Have a good time Emmy. Mochi you're not funny."
-I think I am!-
-My sleepy second household comes to the end of their first round. I think they'll be my favorite. But theres more to see! Hopefully this week or weekend I will get part 3 up!:)-
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Some quick reboot fic, because I want it. Ben and Kevin are, once again, in competition.
The stakes couldn't possibly be higher.
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Thirteen years old and Kevin was, if anything, even more of a menace. Also, he’d somehow gotten even taller than Ben than he was before, which shouldn’t have been legal.
Wearing matching smirks, the pair stared each other down over the Rustbucket’s table. On the Tennyson side, one of Ben’s switch joy-cons, the blue one specifically. On the Levin side, it’s red twin. Between them, the switch in question, hooked up to Gwen’s laptop. Gwen, sat on the counter on the other side of the RV, well out of range of any direct conflict.
Would it have been easier to simply play on their 3dses? Or use Kevin’s laptop and switch, since they couldn’t each just use their own? Most likely. But Ben didn’t trust he hadn’t modded his stuff to hell and back (the latter two didn’t need an hdmi connection anymore, what more proof did you need) and therefor would have a severely unfair advantage. Kevin, for his part, had claimed offense that Ben thought he would cheat, that he didn’t need to cheat to win, but refused to let anybody check and see if his shit was unfairly modded. So, Ben’s switch and Gwen’s laptop it was.
“This is it, folks,” Gwen said as the sound of the game finishing loading in drew the boys’ attention, grinning widely as she slipped in ‘announcer’ mode, “the last Sumo Slammers competition you’ll ever need. Here today, in Sumo Slammer 2: Shogun’s Vengeance: Remastered, we’ll who is the greatest slammer of sumos.”
“In this corner- having not consumed another piece of media in his life-”
“Hey!”
“Benjamin Kirby Tennyson, using Kentarō! And in this corner- I’m still eighty-percent sure only playing the game to mess with Ben-”
“I do have other hobbies.”
“Prove it.”
“-Kevin Ethan Levin, playing Fumie! This fight will be a random stage, all power-ups legal, fight to the death!”
“She gets a little into this crap, doesn’t she?”
“Just a little.”
“On the count of three, the fight begins! One! Two! Three!”
And they were off, in the Great Mountain Temple (“Ha! Homefield advantage!” “Gonna be twice the dishonor when you lose!”). They had to have been mashing buttons before the stage even loaded, for how quickly their characters launched at each other.
“And it’s a strong first move from Ben, Kentarō takes those body slams much better, but he’s losing mass fast! May want to land a hit quick before she outweighs him!”
“Go on, make me more maneuverable, see if I care.”
“Yeah, because Kentarō has ever been about maneuverability.”
“This going to be a powers heavy fight, folks! Kentarō’s Standing Mountain blocking Fumie in, can he land a hit before- No! No Kevin’s gotten off Rolling Wave, can that push him back long enough for- Yes! Just long enough to run Standing Mountain out!”
“I hate you.”
“And I haven’t even won yet.”
“That’s two blows and major weight loss on Kentarō and Fumie’s only taken the one good hit so far- He’s picking up speed though! Can he make up for the loss in defenses and stability though?”
“Never.”
“Then what about this!”
“Holy-moly, our first power-up and Ben’s there first! Standing Mountain number two and there’s no way out for Fumie- He lands a hit! She’s got the weight to take it, but he’s not dropping pounds anymore!”
“Fuck!”
“Not going to wash me away now!”
“Language, Levin! And Ben may want to save his celebrating, Fumie’s still in better shape!”
“I’ve got this, cuz!”
“Oh! And directly into Charging Peak! I don’t think Fumie is far enough from the edge- But a masterful use of Rolling Wave from Kevin washes her right back into place to throw herself into Kentarō again! He did not like that!”
“Aw, is Dweebyson’s sumo too small for a little body slam now?”
“Hate.”
“Another Charging Peak brings them closer in damage but he’s not out of range of Rolling Wave three! Kentarō is looking bad, on the run, hoping for another powerup before Fumie gets to him-”
“It's tense enough, thanks!”
“-and there’s the finisher! Alas, even in the high mountains the sea turns out to be a harsh mistress!” Heaving a sigh, Gwen fell back at the same time the boys did, watching Fumie bow respectfully at the opponent-eating seafoam as it faded from the stage. Ben glared bloody death across the table, Kevin’s smirk now full of teeth as he put his hands behind his head and leaned back like he was king of the world.
“What’d I tell ya? And in your own homeland, the shame of it.” In a few quick button presses, Ben reset things back to the character select screen, eyes never leaving Kevin's face.
“New characters, best two out of three.”
#fanfic#do i know jack shit about fighting games? no#did i make up some mechanics i thought would make sense for a sumo wrestler fighting game? yes#yes this is mostly dialogue let me be
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A seed of rebirth.
“God’s new creation is what counts, and it counts for everything.”
Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 6th and closing chapter of the letter of Galatians:
My spiritual brothers and sisters, if one of our faithful has fallen into a trap and is snared by sin, don’t stand idle and watch his demise. Gently restore him, being careful not to step into your own snare. Shoulder each other’s burdens, and then you will live as the law of the Anointed teaches us. Don’t take this opportunity to think you are better than those who slip because you aren’t; then you become the fool and deceive even yourself. Examine your own works so that if you are proud, it will be because of your own accomplishments and not someone else’s. Each person has his or her own burden to bear and story to write.
Remember to share what you have with your mentor in the Word.
Make no mistake: God can’t be mocked. What you give is what you get. What you sow, you harvest. Those who sow seeds into their flesh will only harvest destruction from their sinful nature. But those who sow seeds into the Spirit shall harvest everlasting life from the Spirit. May we never tire of doing what is good and right before our Lord because in His season we shall bring in a great harvest if we can just persist. So seize any opportunity the Lord gives you to do good things and be a blessing to everyone, especially those within our faithful family.
Look at how giant these letters are now that I am writing with my own hand!
The troublemakers who are putting pressure on you to be circumcised are trying to impress the flesh. They want to avoid the persecution that comes from preaching the cross of the Anointed One, the Liberating King. But even those who receive circumcision can’t keep the law—although they think they can—and they hope to influence which way you go with your own skin so they can have bragging rights over your flesh.
May I never put anything above the cross of our Lord Jesus the Anointed. Through Him, the world has been crucified to me and I to this world. Let me be clear: circumcision won’t save you—uncircumcision won’t either for that matter—for both amount to nothing. God’s new creation is what counts, and it counts for everything. May peace and mercy come to all of you who live by this rule and to the Israel of God.
In the future, don’t let anyone cause trouble for me because I bear in my body the marks that wounded Jesus.
May the grace of our Lord Jesus, the Anointed One, infuse your spirit with His, brothers and sisters. Amen.
The Letter of Galatians, Chapter 6 (The Voice)
Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 2nd chapter of the book of 1st Chronicles that branches out into family Trees:
The sons of our ancestor Israel (the brother of Esau) were the forefathers of the twelve tribes: Reuben, Simeon, Levi, Judah, Issachar, Zebulun, Dan, Joseph, Benjamin, Naphtali, Gad, and Asher.
The sons of Judah (Er, Onan, and Shelah) were born to his wife Bath-shua of Canaan. Er (Judah’s firstborn) was wicked in the eyes of the Eternal One, so He put him to death. Er’s widow (and Judah’s own daughter-in-law), Tamar, gave birth to Judah’s youngest children, Perez and Zerah, giving Judah a total of five sons. Perez fathered Hezron and Hamul. Zerah fathered five sons: Zimri, Ethan, Heman, Calcol, and Dara. The son of Carmi (the grandson of Zimri) was Achar, the troublemaker in Israel who violated the ban against taking the spoils of Jericho. The son of Ethan was Azariah.
King David descended from Perez’s first son. Hezron fathered Jerahmeel, Ram, and Chelubai. Ram fathered Amminadab, and Amminadab fathered Nahshon, the leader of the tribe of Judah. Nahshon’s son was Salma, who fathered Boaz. Boaz fathered Obed, and Obed’s son was Jesse. Jesse had seven sons: Eliab (his firstborn), Abinadab (the second), Shimea (the third), Nethanel (the fourth), Raddai (the fifth), Ozem (the sixth), and David (the seventh). David had two sisters: Zeruiah and Abigail. The three sons of Zeruiah were Abshai, Joab, and Asahel. Abigail married Jether the Ishmaelite and gave birth to Amasa.
Hezron’s son Caleb had sons by his wife, Azubah, and by Jerioth. Jerioth’s sons were Jesher, Shobab, and Ardon. When Azubah died, Caleb married Ephrath, who gave birth to Hur. Hur fathered Uri, and Uri’s son was Bezalel.
After that Hezron married the daughter of Machir (the father of Gilead) when he was 60 years old. She gave birth to Segub. Segub fathered Jair, who had 23 cities in the land of Gilead. But Geshur and Aram conquered the 23 cities of Jair and the villages of Kenath—60 cities total. The conquerors were the sons of Machir (the father of Gilead). After Hezron died in Caleb-ephrathah, Abijah (Hezron’s wife) gave birth to Ashhur, the leader of Tekoa.
Jerahmeel (the firstborn of Hezron) had five sons: Ram (the firstborn), Bunah, Oren, Ozem, and Ahijah. Jerahmeel had another wife, Atarah, who gave birth to Onam. Ram fathered Maaz, Jamin, and Eker. Onam fathered Shammai and Jada. Shammai’s sons were Nadab and Abishur. Abishur’s wife was Abihail, and she gave birth to Ahban and Molid. Nadab’s sons were Seled and Appaim. Seled died without sons, but Appaim fathered Ishi. The son of Ishi was Sheshan, who fathered Ahlai. Shammai’s brother, Jada, fathered Jether and Jonathan. Jether died without sons, but Jonathan fathered Peleth and Zaza. They were the generation of Jerahmeel. Sheshan had no sons, only daughters, and he had a servant named Jarha, who was Egyptian.
Sheshan married one daughter to Jarha (his Egyptian servant), and she gave birth to Attai. Attai fathered Nathan, and here are the 11 generations that descended from Nathan: Zabad, Ephlal, Obed, Jehu, Azariah, Helez, Eleasah, Sismai, Shallum, Jekamiah, and Elishama.
Caleb, the brother of Jerahmeel and son of Hezron, fathered Mesha (his firstborn and the father of Ziph) and Mareshah (the father of Hebron). Hebron fathered Korah, Tappuah, Rekem, and Shema. Shema’s son, Raham, fathered Jorkeam, and his brother Rekem fathered Shammai. The son of Shammai was Maon, and Maon fathered Bethzur. Ephah (Caleb’s concubine) gave birth to Haran, Moza, and Gazez. Haran fathered Gazez. The sons of Jahdai were Regem, Jotham, Geshan, Pelet, Ephah, and Shaaph. Maacah (another of Caleb’s concubines) bore Sheber, Tirhanah, Shaaph (the father of Madmannah), Sheva (the father of Machbena and Gibea), and a daughter, Achsah.
These were the generations of Caleb through Hur (the firstborn of Caleb’s second wife Ephrathah) were Shobal (the father of Kiriath-jearim), Salma (the father of Bethlehem), and Hareph (the father of Beth-gader). Shobal, the father of Kiriath-jearim governed Haroeh (half of the Manahathites) and the families of Kiriath-jearim (the Ithrites, the Puthites, the Shumathites, and the Mishraites). From these came the Zorathites and the Eshtaolites. Salma governed Bethlehem and the Netophathites, Atroth-beth-joab, and the Zorites (half of the Manahathites). Families of scribes lived at Jabez: the Tirathites, the Shimeathites, and the Sucathites. Those are the Kenites who came from Hammath (the father of Rechab).
The Book of 1st Chronicles, Chapter 2 (The Voice)
A note from The Voice translation:
Although many of the Jews’ female ancestors are influential in the development of the nation of Israel—women such as Rahab, Jael, and Deborah who perform feats even men are too faint of heart to accomplish—the men are the ones who build wealth and power over the generations. Because of the way inheritances work, only a son can continue his family’s lineage. When a father dies, his property is divided among his sons, with the first son inheriting a double portion of the assets. Daughters are typically married off and take on the identities of their husbands’ families; so when a man dies without any sons, his family line ends and his assets are disbursed to the nearest male relatives.
A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Thursday, january 19 of 2023 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms
A post by John Parsons about the dangers of human pride:
The tragic story of Pharaoh reminds us how pride can blind the heart. As Abraham Heschel said, "In a controversy, the instant we feel anger, we have already ceased striving for truth and have begun striving for ourselves." The truth needs no defense. If we find ourselves getting defensive or hostile, we need to take a step back and ask ourselves what we really believe... If we seek to use truth as a weapon, or as a means to rationalize our self-will, then we are not "in the truth," even if our facts in the matter may be correct. We must be careful not to find ourselves using the truth for our own agenda. Yeshua's words haunt the heart: "Without me you can do nothing" (John 15:5).
Kierkegaard notes: "The proud person always wants to do the right thing, the great thing. But because he wants to do it in his own strength, he is fighting not with man, but with God." Indeed, how many people seek visions, dreams, and private prophecies while they forsake the Spirit as it broods over the hearts of those around him or her? How many seek to "know God" as a matter of the pride of heart?
The Koretzer Rebbe was asked for instruction how to avoid sin. He replied, "Were you able to avoid offences, I fear you would fall into a still greater sin - that of pride" (Hasidic). The antidote to pride is the “fall of the soul,” that is, those besetting sins and painful failures that (hopefully) bring us back to reality - namely, to the place of brokenness and our need for divine intervention... When we get "sick of our sickness" we enter into holy despair, and then the cry of the heart for lasting deliverance can be truly offered.
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Proverbs 18:18 reading:
https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/prov16-18-jjp.mp3
Hebrew page:
https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/prov16-18-lesson.pdf
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Note that the warning of Pharaoh's tragedy is not just for those who defy faith in the LORD God of Israel, for the New Testament warns God's redeemed children not to harden their hearts through unbelief as well:
"For who, having heard, rebelled? Indeed, was it not all who came out of Egypt, led by Moses? And with whom was he provoked for forty years? Was it not with those who sinned, whose bodies fell in the desert? and to whom did he swear that they would not enter his rest, but to those who were disobedient? So we see that they were unable to enter because of unbelief. Therefore, while the promise of entering his rest still stands, let us fear lest any of you should seem to have failed to reach it. For good news came to us just as to them, but the message they heard did not benefit them, because they were not united by faith with those who listened." (Heb. 3:16-4:2).
Amen. Faith is the essence of obedience. "And this is one of the most crucial definitions for the whole of Christianity; that the opposite of sin is not virtue but faith" (Kierkegaard).
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Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research
January 19, 2023
Walk by Faith
“For we walk by faith, not by sight.” (2 Corinthians 5:7)
Although today’s verse appears in parentheses in the King James Bible, it is a most important concept in Scripture and is the summary of an extensive passage that precedes it. Beginning with 2 Corinthians 4:8, Paul continually contrasts the seen and the unseen, finishing up with the admonition to “walk by faith.”
“We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed” (vv. 8-9). Though we have trials on the outside, through faith we have inward triumph.
“Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus...that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh” (vv. 10-11). Even though “death worketh in us,” that same persecution results in “life in you” (v. 12). Through faith we know “that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus” (v. 14).
“Though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory” (vv. 16-17).
“If our earthly house [i.e., body] of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens” (5:1) “that mortality might be swallowed up of life” (v. 4). The death and decay of this life will ultimately be eradicated. We know this to be fact, for He “hath given unto us the earnest of the Spirit” (v. 5) as a guarantee of our resurrection, if indeed we have been born again by faith, the same faith by which we walk.
“While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal” (2 Corinthians 4:18). JDM
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I had a dream once that the IMF boys had a tiktok and did the classic tiktok things mid-missions and stuff and I NEED to know you opinion on what their account would be like
Ok so replying to this again. I think Benji Jane and Will are the most online (and let’s indulge and say that it doesn’t cause conflit of interest with the fact they’re secret agents lol)
Benji’s the most popular (2.3M followers) and he posts the randomest most funniest shit on the PLANET. He hardlaunches Ethan with the out of my league trend (13M) despite NEVER mentioning being in a relationship before. He regularly forces Luther and Ethan to do trends w the rest of Hunt’s team, like I can’t find ayesha cuz she’s probably sucking dick/bitch pick up your goddamn phone you’re gonna make me sick where they all are on it w really cool transitions. He likes to talk abt SW or ST or DW a lot and one of his most liked videos (and how some people discovered him) is him replying to a comment that’s like “what’s knotting” and he just stares into the cam while putting one a red nose to a circus music. He posts himself and Ilsa while they’re dressed up for the opera on a mission with like the song fashion in the background and everyone goes crazy. He posts a vid where it’s him and Ethan looking at each other with the baby I’m yours song and it gets like 20M views. He does a transition from him at the gym to him in evening clothes he had to wear for a mission to everyday I spend my time drinking wine feeling fine and he doesn’t EVEN mean to do it as a thirst trap but that’s how it’s received and people are like oh my god…benji. Similarly he makes a post where he details his tattoos (after being asked a buncha times) and he’s shirtless, and everyone’s losing their minds because they’re like YOU HAVE A SIX PACKS? He and Jane post a short dancing vid to cmon let’s get it started lemme see you move your body and it goes goes viral bcs that’s when their respective followers find out they’re friends. He makes a photo post that’s like we’ll be a fine line we’ll be alright with a pic of the first hunts team mission w their latest one, and people ask him if he likes Harry styles and he just goes “who❤️” He does the pabrobui mwah mwah trend w Ilsa while they’re ALSO in a mission in Poland and they’re dressed in very warm clothes and everyone’s like oh my god…I’ve seen two pretty best friends. I genuinely think he’s got a few moves in him so there’s one of his most liked vids where he’s filming himself cooking in his kitchen where he’s barely dancing to busy earnin’ and the vibes are IMMACULATE. He 100% did the ceilings and you with the dark curls you with the watercolour eyes trends. He ALSO forced the entire team to do the benjamin’s deli trend (dancing slowly in the light vs throwing moves in the dark while people put on their phones’ light). He also posts himself during a training sesh to bts’ steve aoki remix mic drop and people are like YOU FUCKING KNOW BTS? and he just goes stan jin👍 he’s also a skilled violin and piano player so sometimes he posts himself playing.
Jane’s account is at 700k and one of her most liked vids is with Ilsa where they’re lipsynching the pam and i feed off each other’s energy. I tease her, she teases me (…) and that’s when people start to get that they’re all mates. She does the bitch you know I’m sexy trend with Will and Benji. She forces Ethan (he lost a dare) to do the you carry yourself with the confidence of a…much taller man trend. She soft launches Ilsa w a video of “24H in my life” (while she’s on break) where you can see glimpse of her gf and her followers go insane trying to figure out who it is. She posts herself and benji where benji’s tied to a repelling cable on a high building and she’s zooming in on him w the never back down never what/never give up audio in the background and people are like what the fuck r y’all doing??? She also is a great dancer so she regularly posts herself to the latest dance trend (she KILLED Angel in Tibet and Back on 74.) Both she and Benji did the okokokok lalala trend w their respective partners. (ilsa’s ok janes lala and ethans lala while benjis okokok)
Brandt (560k) is fucking hysterical bcs you’d think he doesn’t know what fun is and is so serious about literally everything and well. you’d be kind of right. He mostly post himself at the gym and people ask him a lot abt his supplements and his program, things to which is gracefully replies. His most liked video is SO Brandt coded because it’s just him crossed armed at his desk looking into the cam with like, company in the background, which technically qualifies as a thirst trap and everyone’s so confused because they’re like oh my god…I think I’m attracted to office workers. He also posts a lot of him sparring, sometimes w Benji or Jane or Ethan or Ilsa and people go kind of insane about those. He never gets Hunley on cam but once he replies to a comment that’s like “are you free tonight” and he just stares into the cam and pulls hunley’s left hand w the wedding band on it with the audio IM MARRIED in the background. THATS where his followers find out he’s gay and they’re like A WIN FOR THE COMMUNITY. Just like benji he can play the guitar, so sometimes he posts vids of himself playing, either of requested songs or some he likes.
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Immune
Prompt 18: squishing the other’s cheek
Prompt 14: putting an arm around the other’s waist
Warnings: Mentions toddler tantrums, and trying for another child. Nothing explicit. Aaron is a pushover for his daughter, like we all know he would be.
Aaron is a master at being intimidating. The team refers to it as the Hotch glare; the look that gets every unsub to just spill their guts. It’s an over exaggeration, you know that. But the myth has carried through the FBI like a wildfire, and any time you work with another agency or department they’re all on the lookout for the Hotch glare.
The myth has even managed to crawl into your home life. One time Dave had offhandedly mentioned it to Jack, and from there it had grown. Now, all of your children seemed to know about the Hotchner glare.
At numerous times Jack, Atticus, Ethan, and Theo had all tried to imitate their father. They had tried to use it on each other, their friends, and occasionally you. That had been amusing. Aaron’s glare had never worked on you, instead you had found it adorable, and promptly told him so which had led to him trying to not be adorable.
And then, there was your daughter. At two years old Lorelei was the apple of Aaron’s eye, his baby girl. And with four older brothers you knew the dating years weren’t going to be easy. Then again, you didn’t expect the boys’ dating years to be any better. You knew Aaron would watch them like hawks, and the consent conversations had started early with them making sure they knew no meant no.
Your daughter had taken the no lesson very well. It was her absolute favorite word. And most of the time, she didn’t really seem to know what it meant, but at this moment in time, you knew she did.
You watched from the doorway, with your boys surrounding you as Aaron tried to coax Lorelei into her party dress. She was currently dressed in some swimsuit, princess outfit of her own creation, that wasn’t at all appropriate for the FBI awards ceremony Aaron was reluctantly taking you and the kids to. Reluctant because he didn’t want to go and he knew the kids would be bored, but Strauss had demanded your attendance for a picture opportunity that had led to an agreement of a week long paid vacation.
“Come on sweet girl, I just need you to get changed.”
“No.”
“For daddy? Please?”
“No.”
“But look at this pretty dress. Mommy and daddy picked it out special for you. Isn’t it pretty?”
“No.”
You could feel Jack press his face into your side, his shoulders shaking from suppressed laughter.
He looked back at you, “Some help please? Your daughter is being stubborn.”
“Our daughter is two Aaron. She thinks it’s a game.”
“Please.”
You’re barely holding back laughter at this point, “You’re the badass profiler and FBI agent, can’t you handle one little girl?”
He smirks, “Not when she’s stubborn like her mother.”
You laugh fully at that and shake your head, “No. That is not me. That is allll you. Aaron Benjamin Hotchner.”
He scowls, and turns to your daughter, and you watch as that glare makes its way onto his face as his hands go to his hips. Your boys go still, “Lorelei Katherine Hotchner, it is time to stop playing and get dressed. Right. Now.”
And then in the most surprising move your daughter’s face scrunches up, and she stomps her foot before yelling, “No!”
Aaron’s head whips towards you and you shrug, “That’s her choice. I have the babysitter on standby. She can stay home, and we’ll go with the boys.”
Somehow your daughter seems to understand that, and she pouts, “No go! Mommy and daddy stay.”
You smile at her, “No sweet girl, mommy, daddy and brothers are going. You can come, but you need to wear your party dress.”
“I go?”
You nod, “If you put on your dress.”
The tantrum now gone, she goes to Aaron and pulls on the leg of his suit, “Help daddy.”
And like that everything is forgotten. It takes minutes to get her into her dress before she toddles over to her brothers. You wait in the doorway and your husband stops in front of you.
He watches you for a second before sighing, “Get it out now.”
“Supposedly, that look can make any unsub confess their sins, but it can’t get our two year old daughter to put on a dress she picked out at the store. If only I had a camera.”
His eyes narrow, before he cups both your cheeks and leans in. Just like always, your breath stills for just a moment when you know he’s about to kiss you, because as cute as he is, he’s also extremely attractive and an excellent kisser. Then, he squishes your face, “She’s immune to it. Just like her mother. Adorable like her too.”
You swat his hands away, and kind of throw yourself onto him, he catches you and twirls you into his arms, his arms wrapping around your waist so he can kiss you properly before whispering, “Should we see if another daughter would be immune too?”
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poly!damiano david and victoria de angelis
tw: sexual implications,sexual jokes, and bad italian
you would be the fifth member of the band and you would be another bassist and you and damiano would not get along at all
constant fights
arguments
bickering etc
and the rest of the band having to put out the fire before it engulfs the entire mexican sea
and if you and damiano weren’t arguing, you and vic were because you weren’t playing the correct note or you were carrying the note to long
and if none of you were arguing you guys were flirting
from damiano making dead eye contact with you when performing for your love and winking
to vic casual pulling your bra up because “mi amore they were a distraction”
to you asking vic what signora meant in italian
to you calling damiano daddy on accident because vic told you it meant beautiful and you were trying to compliment his makeup
her feeling bad afterwards and kissing your flushed cheeks
damiano smirking at you afterwards
they protect you from fucked up questions in interviews about you being the only american band member
they then ask you on a date
you guys stop arguing as much
thomas and ethan getting tired of you guys constant flirting once you guys get together
vic calls you pesca (peach)
damiano calls you princesa
lots of picnic and music dates
damiano and you arguing over something stupid and being punished by vic
damiano and you get pegged a lot
you’re all switches
vic is a brat
damiano likes to be tied up
damiano doesn’t call hickies hickies he calls them vampire bites
he never covers them he just hopes and prays you guys don’t leave them on his neck
vic can do a spilt and ima leave that up to interpretation
vic definitely spits in guys mouth
if you get hurt while on tour expect to be babied the rest of it
if you cry you all cry
you all buy eachother whatever you guys want
valentine’s day is a special day for you guys
lots of gifts and love making
you all cry and laugh at cheeses and sad romance movies
damiano refuses to watch the odd case of benjamin button ever again
vic refuses to watch the notebook
vic teaches you some italian
damiano buys you new music books,journals etc
damiano buys you both a necklace that says property of the lead singer of maneskin
you guys tell the public about your relationship by posting the necklace
you guys never take it off
it’s safe to say you guys all love eachother very much
taglist: @msgorillagripcoochie @cordeliascrown @dreamypeaches @thedemonsimpofcamphalfblood
#maneskin#damiano david#victoria maneskin#victoria de angelis#damiano smut#damiano x reader x victoria#victoria x reader#damiano david x reader x victoria de angelis
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Midge finds herself in the care of Dr. Benjamin and Dr. Mei
(Fashionable People universe. I picked one Doctuh)
"Mei, I don't know what happened, she just collapsed."
Mei takes a breath and rushes into the bungalow quickly, her doctors bag in hand, and reaches out to squeeze Kitty's wrist comfortingly.
Everyone but Lenny is at Steiner's this year. He's got gigs in Boston and and a few back in Manhattan, so he's skipping most of the Catskills excursion this summer, leaving Midge with all three kids to keep track of (Kitty is thirteen now, Ethan is fourteen, and Esther is ten) and a lot of people vying for her attention.
"It's okay, honey, we'll get it figured out," she says gently, before rushing over to Midge, still crumpled on the floor. Her pulse is strong, and she's breathing, but she's burning up. "Kitty, has she been out a lot today?"
"Most of the day," Kitty nods. "Shirley and Rose kept dragging her to activities and events, she's barely sat down all day."
Mei nods. "I'm guessing she's got heat exhaustion. Kitty, go get me some ice water, and we need to get her into something lighter to wear."
Kitty nods and rushes off as Mei gently starts to shift Midge onto the couch.
Midge takes a breath and starts to come too, her eyes a little dazed. "Mei..?"
"Midge, how are you feeling?"
"I...I don't..."
"It's really hot here this year, and you've been running around all day, Kitty said," Mei explains gently. "You're suffering from some heat exhaustion but you're going to be just fine."
"Lenny?"
"He's not here, remember? He has gigs," Mei says. She knows full well this would be unlikely to happen with Lenny keeping an eye on things. Just like her and Joel, Midge and Lenny are better as a team.
"Oh. Right. Right." Midge sits up slowly, and Mei helps her unzip her dress as Kitty comes in with ice water,a a pair of shorts and a thin t-shirt from Midge's suitcase.
"Everything okay?!"
"Go away, Joel!" Mei calls.
Joel doesn't listen, leaning in and stopping as he watches his current wife pull his ex-wife's dress off and start to unhook some of the more complicated undergarments.
"Hey, get out!" Kitty squeaks, getting up to shoo him away.
"What the hell is happening?" Joel snaps as he's pushed by the small teenager.
"She has heat exhaustion, and she needs to get cool, fast," Mei explains. "Leave."
"But-"
Kitty shoves him out onto the porch and slams the door. "This stupid family sometimes, I swear," she breathes as she heads back over to her stepmother.
They get Midge into the shorts and shirt, and Mei helps her drink some water.
"I'm so sorry," Midge says, as she starts to come back to herself more. "Mama wanted to go to the salon, and then Shirley wanted me to do a nature walk tour with her, and then Astrid talked me into walking over to the temple to pray, but then Papa needed to talk about something going on at the paper, and then-"
"Your entire family forgot you have fragile health," Mei rolls her eyes, cursing in Chinese under her breath. "And you don't know how to say no to them when Lenny isn't here."
Midge looks away, a little ashamed. "Well...yeah. There's that."
"Okay," Mei says. "You're going to stay here for the rest of the day. Lots of water. I'll have one of the resort kids bring over some food, and I'm going to tear each of your relatives a new asshole."
"I can stay with Midge," Kitty offers.
"Oh, no, Sweetie," Midge breathes. "You go have fun."
"It's okay, Mom, really. I have a huge stack of books I haven't gotten a chance to read yet," Kitty shrugs. "I can stay."
Mei nods. "Good. Do not let her leave this adorable little house. If anyone comes to try and drag her out of this adorable little house, the answer is 'go away, Midge isn't feeling well.'"
Kitty salutes and dashes off for her books, as Mei helps Midge drink more water.
"She called you mom," Mei grins a little.
Midge smiles. "Remember? We don't make a big deal out of that."
"Nice, though, huh?"
"It is." She takes a breath and sips more water, looking less dazed. "Thank you, Mei. Really. I- I should have slowed down today. I got caught up in everything, and I was feeling really good this morning."
"Just remember," Mei says lightly. "If you drop dead at this place, Lenny will drive here from Boston, burn this entire place to the ground, and your father won't have anymore of that tomato juice he can't stop raving about."
Midge grins a little. "Noted."
"Joel is probably waiting for me outside, losing his whole mind," Mei tells her. "Rest. Hydration. Low temperatures."
"Yes, Doctor."
Mei nods and pats her shoulder before getting up and heading out the door.
Kitty hops down the stairs, then, an enormous armful of books along with her. She sets them down, and then lays on the floor in front of Midge to read.
"I'm really sorry, Kitty," Midge says softly.
"It's okay," Kitty shrugs. "It's really hot out, and I'm starting to get sunburned, so an afternoon inside isn't so bad."
Midge smiles a little and grabs a magazine from the coffee table to busy herself while her stepdaughter gets lost in A Wrinkle in Time, but soon finds herself asleep.
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Post RE8 headcanons where everyone lives yay!
Ethan’s right hand never grows back. Chris offers to find the best in the field to help him find a prosthetic or even research how to help him learn to grown a new hand. Ethan decides against it figuring no one wants a three fingered man to fight their battles, and he just might get that retirement he desperately needs.
Ethan learns to use a gun with his left hand anyway. Chris connects him w someone who helps specially make a knife for Ethan to wield.
It takes three surgeries, but they successfully replace Ethan’s heart with something to help maintain his condition and prevent further decay. Over time what remains of his left hand heals fully.
They move to Kansas with a little farm. They have chickens and a small garden.
Mia and Ethan celebrate their 10th anniversary in the mountains. They have a small cabin where they roast marshmallows and Rose says her first word. To both Mia and Ethan’s surprise, it sounds a bit like monkey.
Ethan has to give up knitting, but he finally learns to play the piano well with just three fingers.
Mia has to take care of every bug that comes into the house. Ethan’s first instinct is to reach for a flame thrower. Every. Time.
Despite birth control, Mia gets pregnant again. This time she has surgery to make sure it doesn’t happen again. They have a little boy and name him Benjamin. Google the name meaning.
Rose is protective over Ben day one even tho she’s only two. She follows him everywhere.
Mia homeschools both kids, and they’re both skilled in martial arts.
Mia and Ethan didn’t think Ben inherited any special abilities until a wound heals ridiculously easy when he’s six. They come to realize he received Ethan’s regenerative abilities, but that is it.
When Rose is 15, she asks to work fighting bio weapons. Mia and Ethan are heart broken at first, wanting to protect Rose from that life, but they finally give their support with a promise she waits until she’s 18.
Ethan doesn’t know much of Rose’s missions but is given high level information. This is by his own choice; he trusts Mia and Chris will tell him more if necessary. Mia is heavily involved, however, and even gives insight and advice when she can.
Rose never marries, but Ben does. He gives them three grandchildren, and both Mia and Ethan spoil them endlessly.
Mia and Ethan end their days sitting on the porch together. Ethan outlives Mia and buries her in the back of the property. He sticks around for several years holding on for his children before they tell him it’s okay to pass on and reunite with mom.
#resident evil#ethan winters#mia winters#rosemary winters#I made myself cry with the last one#I’m such a sap lol#my stuff#mithan#long post#I guess lol
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My Red Robin Playlist
Michael in the Bathroom by George Salazar; tbh it just vibes with my general idea of Tim Drake. Like it doesn't necessarily apply to him, but it fits his vibe.
Dead Inside by Younger Hunger; This is literally just Tim, like the poor boy just wants to run his company and get by.
NVM by Faith Marie; I love Dick so much but he did call Tim crazy, also Tim is a sad boy.
Some Kind of Disaster by All Time Low; He's a disaster boy
Adam's Song by Blink 182; Again he's a sad boy
Letter to the Lost by COUNTERFEIT.; This is more of a response to Adam's Song in my mind (@timdrakeisaclownbaby mentioned me thinking of Adam's Song and Letter to the Lost being a call in response in one of their posts)
Let Me Sleep/Starving by One11Twenty; Admittedly this does double as my sad times playlist
Ready To Let Go by Cage The Elephant; This song in relation to Tim makes me think of him falling before Dick catches him
Foolishly Wrong by Autoheart; Honestly this song is p fitting for a lot of vigilantes
To Be Human by MARINA; I have a headcanon that I'll post later about Tim feeling like a porcelain doll and this song reminds me of that
Farewell Wanderlust by The Amazing Devil; The lyrics are so beautiful and some just fit so perfectly
Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits; "They're just wholly unaware of all the blood and sweat I cry before dawn" like damn bro
Lost Boy by Ruth B.; This song is lonely. Tim is lonely. That is all.
is your bedroom ceiling bored (ft. Cavetown) by Sody; Just imagine baby Tim alone in his empty house daydreaming about being adopted by Batman and finally being loved.
Too Sad to Cry by Sasha Sloan; I'm so mean to Tim, like the Tim in my mind doesn't deserve this much sadness
My Mistake by Gabrielle Aplin; "But if I falter, well at least it was my mistake" that hits like a knife to the gut.
Mind Is A Prison by Alec Benjamin; The title alone is so perfect
Sorry Haha I Fell Asleep by Egg; Tim's self doubt about actually being apart of the family
If The World Was Ending by JP Saxe, Julia Michaels; Tim asking if anyone will think of him when shit gets real
I Lost a Friend by FINNEAS; I imagine that Tim often feels like he hasn't 'earned' the right to be sad (which is bullshit, your emotions are valid)
911 by Ellise; That sweet, sweet angst
Hate Myself by Dodie; I mean... it just works
Song for Josh by Frank Turner; Again, I make Tim sad. Also this feels like another response to Adam's Song
Oh Raven (Sing Me A Happy Song) by Unlike Pluto; The lyrics are soooo good
Bouquet by Ethan Jewell; The metaphor is so pretty and beautifully fits anyone who gives up part of them self to help another
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#honestly this playlist my red hood playlist and my nightwing playlist embody my three moods#this playlist has a lot of sad songs and I regret nothing#tim drake#red robin#playlist#batfam#batman#also if anyone makes their own playlist tag me or something cause I wanna seeeeeee#I'm curious#mypost
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