#I don’t enjoy change eithe

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

I may get canceled for this but

I don’t mind discord’s UI change

#I don’t enjoy change eithe #but like #I dunno #I vibe with it #REMINDER THIS IS PURELY MY OPINION #whatever your reason you’re allowed to not like it and that is a ok #but me personally? #I don’t mind it #if they made it optional and had like a new or classic switch that would be better I think #cuz I know a lot of people don’t handle change well #not that that’s their fault I’m just saying I get it #good luck to those who are struggling with the change though it’s pretty big I know that can be jarring #text

[neteyummy]

ITS ME AGAINNNN I LOVE LOVEEE YOUR LAST REQUEST :C ❤️

ever since ive been reading a lot of manhwas and i got an idea form it that id love to read a fic of with neteyam xv

okay so i was thinking of a heart wrenching angst but comfort later on with an arranged engagement of reader and neteyam where neteyam starts to hate reader just because he was basically forced to be with her and reader is always patient eith him even if hes so mean to her like going with other girls or smth and one day reader snaps at his rudeness towards her and says nah lets break up. and at first neteyam is like FINE but he later starts to notice how his daily life that always had you there for him, helping him with whatever, being his maid basically sbfushd and he starts to miss you. starts to realize how much he fucked up becuz he realized how faithful you were to him and worked so so so hard for him and was always there for him :((( but hes too late now bcz he sees you finally giving other men a chance to court you since youre no longer his now ;(

Huhuhu a little request won’t hurt hm?

Warning: Hurt. No comfort yet.

From the day I was born, you and I were promised to each other without a single say in it. While you despised me for it, I felt sympathy for you and did my best to stay out of your way.

His jaw clenched as he observed your face, watching as the words left your mouth. You were both in a healing tent, where you were initially patching up the older man after he had returned with the raid party. Neteyam was being even colder than usual, asking if someone else could patch him up in your stead. That had been your last straw, after all those times, after all those years, of him either pretending like you didn’t exist or disregarding your efforts made for the sake of him.

My whole life, I have been training to become someone worthy to stand beside you, the future Olo’eyktan of our clan. Did I want to though?

You chuckled bitterly, looking down at your folded hands in your lap. You could feel his piercing gaze on your head.

What would it matter if I wanted to or not, right? Just like you had no choice but to accept me as your future mate, I had no choice but to comply to the orders given by your grandmother and my parents. I merely existed to be your Tsahìk.

Looking up from your lap, you met his hardened gaze with his ears pulled back. You felt your stomach tighten.

I did not want this, Neteyam. I did not.

What changed then? He rasped out. You think I didn’t notice all those times you looked at me as if I hung all the stars myself? Don’t think I also didn’t notice you enjoying your training with my grandmother. That says enough for me.

Silence.

You pondered over whether you should deny his claims or admit it. He looked agitated, looking down at you as he stood tall infront of you. You noticed again how much he had physically grown, over the last year. Taut muscles filling up in all the right places and facial features looking a lot sharper now. You looked down again, avoiding his accusing eyes.

You let out a small exhale.

When you spend most of your time by your teacher and have a very limited interaction with opposite genders, you tend to fall for who is most present in your daily life.

With a sad look in your eyes, you matched his gaze again.

You happened to be the only man I am freely allowed to be around, for long. I do not have the privilege of meeting up with other men like you do, with other women, Neteyam.

At that, he pursed his lips. Moving back and forth on his feet as he nodded in a mock understanding.

But you continued.

Falling for you was my biggest mistake, Neteyam. If I had known in all those times you were with other women, being hopeful for a day you would open up to me, see me for who I am and not as someone you are forced to spend the rest of your future with, against your will, that this was all nothing but a wishful thinking, I would have done everything in my will to stop these feelings from growing any further.

Cocking his head to the side, Neteyam let out a laugh, disbelief painting his face. He had stopped footing around and was now standing infront of you again. Same pursed lips as he squinted down at you in a mean look.

Save your lies for another day. I know for a fact that you are more than allowed to meet up with other men. We are NOT mated yet. Don’t act like we are. What about your lil friend that always tails you, huh? Forgot about him already?

You watched his expression grow even more sour at the last part he spat. The things he was saying confused you to no end, but hearing him deny your statement of not having the same privilege as him made anger simmer inside you.

Standing up tall in cold fury and looking dead in his eyes, you pushed your index finger at where his heart laid, hidden behind his chest.

I have never once lied in my whole life, that I assure you. But to think you are this ignorant of our betrothal really disappoints me, Neteyam. I know the sight of me upsets your mood and you wish for nothing to do with me. But I had honestly expected more from our future leader.

You paused and took in the expressions written all over his face. It going from an accusing glint in his eyes to the one of a slight shock, finally settling on an unreadable expression.

And in a low voice, he asked you.

What did you want from me.

It sounding more like a statement rather than a question, you cocked your head to the side, watching his eyes trail on the ground.

He had managed to pick up on your little movement, though.

You held me back here with this talk. I’m sure there is a point in bringing this topic up? What do you want from me with this?

A fool you were, to think he would ever be the same understanding man that he is with everyone else. You really hoped that being the one to touch on this topic and to possibly clear the air between the two of you would make some positive change in your dynamic. That you wouldn’t have to resort to your last option.

Biting your lower lips as it started to quiver while tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to pour down. You searched his eyes for any hint of guilt or regret for having been this harsh with you up until the very last moment. When you found none, the tears that were threatening to spill finally broke free. Your heart never having ached this badly before, it was almost suffocating.

I want to break this betrothal.

Tbc here

#neteyam #neteyam fic #neteyam x reader #avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x oc #yummys request

[laf-outloud]

https://www.tumblr.com/laf-outloud/743807030266036224/did-you-get-the-ce-email-jensen-is-now-already

Okay, so I’m going to move past me knee-jerk annoyance over CE being passive aggressive about Jared by calling Jensen THE Headliner in a few emails now. I mean, jared is only at half, or less of the cons this year, and maybe he even stipulated that this is the last year with them. Eithe way, Jared distancing himself is clearly his decision, seeing how many other cons he’s signing up for.

So, moving on from that … I find it absolutely insane that CE is doubling down on the Jensen only cons (as headliner) for 2025 when it’s barely 2024. CE hasn’t even done a single con yet this year, and the ones without Jared are largely not selling well as it is. Why do they think this is enticing to anyone but AAs? I’m not sure how late in the year J2 cons are comparing because they are so far off, but the ones up until August are selling out, or pretty well. At least they seemed to learn their lesson on trying to make Misha a headliner, or banking on cockles panels to appeal to the majority of fans. But, not having J2 takes away almost all the appeal of a CE con, because if your only getting one, you might as well go to a comic con or something, where it’s considerably cheaper.

Anyway, I looked at the 2025 con, and the Gold Pass prices are still similar to the ones this year, include J2 cons, and Jensen' Photo Op prices have gone up. This is wild to me in what will be 5 years after the last season of the show. I get that they must be getting desperate, but that just doesn’t even make sense to me. People are still trying to scrape money together for cons later this year, never mind 2025. There can only be so many rich women with free time to go to the ever-more-extensive CE cons, and who need to get close to Jensen that badly. Even if Jensen has a significant part on Season 5 of the Boys, I still don’t see him selling out cons with him alone as headliner. I don’t see him doing anything to bring in new fans, especially the type to want to pay big money to go to cons.

I’ve already seen friends on SM talking about being glad they already have cons booked for this year, because they were already unhappy with changes CE is making in cons, their greed, and now this development. Lots of people look like they will be opting out of CE cons after this year, and that’s from people who go fairly regularly.

I want to go to one last con this year, but I’m debating if I want to give CE my money any more at all. But, this might be among the last chances to see J2 together (which I enjoy), so I’m still considering it.

I think we have reached the end of an era in the SPN fandom, or we are at least in the final gasp.

You're laying down facts, anon!

It appears that Burbank is the weakest of the non-Jared cons this year, so I suppose the others could pull out better numbers, but you are definitely right that this feels like the last desperate gasp of a dying tradition, especially if, as you say, even regular con-goers are giving up.

I still think Jared will attend some CE cons (possibly one a quarter), especially if they do another in Austin, but mainly to maintain his SPN legacy.

This will be a very telling year for Creation and I suspect that as the year progresses, we'll see more discounted tickets (MinnCon 2025 tickets are already on sale), and likely a reduction in the number of cons for 2025 (no matter how much certain actors rely on them... CE can't keep paying the actors' attendance fees if the ticket sales won't cover them.)

#ask box #anti creation entertainment #jensen critical #convention speculation #creation conventions

[atlasnessie]

hellloo :D i’m itzy, and i’d like to request a matchup with the bsd fandom please! my pronouns are she/they, and five things i’d say describe me would be that i literally burst into tears if i’m being ignored, i’ve had the same short hair with bangs haircut since my mom first cut it when i was a baby, i hate sleeping it’s honestly so stressful for me but ironically i’d probably be less stressed and anxious if i slept more, i love cheesy 80s action movies, and i’m an anthropology major <3 i guess for hobbies it’d be reading and annotating books like it’s my diary, and also cooking even tho i almost always manage to set off my smoke alarm! ooo and i dunno if this counts as a hobby but on cooler months i literally just wander off walking all over my city for hours lol

congrats on 100 btw!!! i’m a huge fan of your blog 🤍🤍🤍

omgomg tysm for the nice comment anon ☹️💖💖

i personally match you up with dazai !

( I PROMISED MYSELF NOT TO MAYCH ANYONE UP SITB DAZAI BC HES SO DILLY AND POPULAR BUT OMG !??!?! )

don’t feel like your gonna be ignores when you’re with dazai ! he’s gonna be attached to you by the hip everyday 25/7, 365 😼😼

finds your bangs so fun. asked if you ever plan on changing the style, in which thats you to decide 😼😼

dazai would try to take naps with you. i feel like he would also have trouble sleeping or just sleep really well

WOULD WATCH ALL THE MOVIES YOU EANT

snarky comments on the side abt the story plot and the characters + he’s already knows what’s gonna happen 😡

whispers if you want spoilers and ask if you wanna know what happens in the end + to your fav characters

FIND UR MAJOR SOSO COOL OMG ?!!??!

i feel like dazai would steal your notes or textbooks and skim read them just for fun but ends up really enjoying it 🙀

would 100 % help you work / study. whatever you need, pro detective dazai is here to help !

steals the books you annotated and reads the comments you’ve left, lying on his bed kicking his legs and giggling like a school girl like he just wrote abt the many ways he could drown chuuya 🥰

steps when cooking with dazai ! :

call kunikida.

either get takeout or follow a youtube recipe ☹️☹️ i believe in you guys

LOVES TO TAKE WALKS WITH YOU ON THE COOLER MONTHS

holds ur hand and swings them with you hes so happy

( abt the other women and stuff omg he is so madly in love with you he giggles everyday eith the thought of you atsushi fr goes ‘what happened to the other women’ and dazai goes ‘who?’ )

#atlas writes ! #atlas' 100 special !!!! #TYSM ANON 🫶

[milqueandsugar]

Hello how are you? I’ve been lurking around your blog for a while and first off all. Yes your work is just 🤌🏻✨.

Second could I request something about y/n’s hair turning grey already when they’re not even 20? And they’re in a fickle wether they like it or not but (person of choice) gives y/n a confidence boost. You can choose someone of your choice that fits this request. I don’t know if I’m being clear about it. (Idk who to request bc I’m just a houseplant obsessed teen🤪.) it can be platonic or not.

But last off all, I’m kinda mad that I’m turning gray already. Like in my family from my grandmother side (mom side off the family) their hair turns grey earlier then normal. But the weird shizzel is that I have very dark brown/black hair but my hair turns Snow White. Not gray or peper but Snow White! And I have Indonesian roots so like hah?! Like that is so opposite from each other😱 (sorry I ramble a lot)

But you can decide to do something with this or not. Just know I enjoy your work! Bye~

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: Insecurities/self deprication

Genre: Fluff

| Philza |

Despite being alive for hundreds of years he has very few gray hairs

Believe me they're there if you look, but even then there isn't many

So when you begin to go gray you begin to panic

It hadn't been something either one of you had brought up, but with him being immortal and you being human, it had been long known you'd die far before he did

You had never really thought about it, it was something you knew but didn't dwell on, with your hair turning grey however, you mortality became painfully relevant

Your lover didn't seem to notice, if he did he didn't day anything about it, which only made your anxieties worse

That's how you ended up in the bathroom with a pair of tweezers pulling hair after hair from your head

"Y/n? Are you almost done? I have to pee!"

"Uh- yeah almost!"

"What are you even doing?"

"I'm almost done!"

Cue him promptly opening the door

Damn your lover and his zero boundaries

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

"I'm uh, pulling out my gray hears"

An awkward silence filled the room as he looked at you through the mirror

"...why?"

With a sigh you put the tweezers down, turning to properly face him

"They make me feel old"

Sudden laughter brought warmth to your cheeks, certainly wasn't the reaction you were hoping for

"Y/n you're not even thirty yet, what do you mean old?"

"Well- The- people's hair turns grey when they get old!"

"I didn't know albinos came out of the womb at sixty"

"That's different!"

"Is it? It's genetics, you got genetics that made your hair turn grey, they have genetics that make their hair come out white, tell me what the difference is"

Seeing that philza wasn't budging on this you felt your stomach churn

Soft hands lovingly carressed your cheeks as he pulled you in for a soft kiss

"Y/n, we'll talk about this later when I can show you how much I love you and your grey hairs, but I seriously have to pee"

Cracking a smile for the first time thst day you stole another kiss from the blondes lips

"Okay, okay I'm going"

Although still worried about your mortality, after a very convincing night you changed your mind on your grey hairs, maybe they weren't too bad

| Niki |

You had been lounging around the bakery before opening, icing the cakes niki had made the night prior while humming a small tune

Arms snaked around you as you worked

"Hello Schatz"

"Good morning to you too, you missed breakfast this morning"

"I was out"

"Oh?"

Assuming your lover was out training eith the syndicate you didn't raise anymore question, working on piping flowers across the surface

"Have you noticed anything?"

"Noticed wha-"

Turning you froze in your tracks, catching sight of your lovers now snow white hair

"What..?"

"I bleached it"

The look of pride and pure adoration in her blue eyes made you weak in the knees, if not a little confused

"It- it looks great! B-but why I thought you were giving your hair a break"

"I know you are upset about your hair, so I dyed my hair to match!"

The declaration nearly brought tears to your eyes as you wrapped your arms around her

"Oh my god I love you"

"Ich liebe dich auch Schatz"

The rest of the day was... less productive then your morning

Your eyes always drifting over to your girlfriends hair, a bit astonished by how great it looked on her, and how far she was willing to go for you

Everytime she caught you she gave you a wink and a dramatic flip of her hair, always leaving your cheeks warmed and your heart beating a little faster then it was before

If only she knew what she did to you

#dsmp x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #dsmp imagine #mcyt x you #dsmp x you #philza imagine #philza x reader #philza x you #philza x y/n #niki x reader #niki x y/n #niki x you #nihachu x you #nihachu x y/n #nihachu x reader

[xxxruvxxx]

TW// Panic attack

Keith x reader when reader has a panic attack?

         Keith/Boyfriend X Reader During A Panic Attack.

🛑!TW!🛑 !Panic Attack!

It hurts it all hurts.. You thought as you slowly rocked back an’ forth on the soft carpet beside your messy multi-color’d bed wishing it would stop.. You could faintly hear the unlocking of the main door over your soft sobs and shaky breathing, “I’M HOME (Y/N)!” Called Keith as he walked in setting down a few grocery bags. Keith already getting confused as why you didn’t come running to greet him like usual. “(Y/n?)” He called once more as he went to the couch and peeked over, just to be greeted by nothing. “Ke-eith.. please h-help..” You manged to barely squeak out. Keith could hear small sobs coming from your room as he got closer to your room. You shoved your head deeper into your legs to shield away the light entering from the creaking door as it slowly opened, revealing blue fluffy hair barely being tamed by a red cap that’s turned backwards. “(Y/n)! Oh my god what’s wrong?!’ Keith asked as he ran and wrapped is arms around you softly planting kisses at the top of your head. “Actually don’t answer, here lets get on your bed.” He said slowly helping you arise from the ground just enough to crawl onto your bed. He then crawled onto the bed and pulled you close to him as you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his shirt. “Shhh.. Breath with me, In,  Out,   “ He repeated as you both took in deep breaths and released them. Slowly your shaky breath was under control as you slowly were getting calmer, Until you fell asleep in is soft grasp.

AAAA This took a tiny bit but I’m sorta proud actually. I hope you enjoyed- Let me know if you want me to add or change anything!

#fnf #boyfriend #keith #keith x reader #bf x reader #panic attack

[isabella-kr]

HEY!! I AM SO HAPPY TO SEE A UNHOLYC LOVERS WRITER!!! AND A GOOD ONE AT THAT!!!I swear it's so hard to find fanfics or oneshots of the game Eventhough it's so amazing and don't get me started on the charecters even the mc- unlike other games, has a personality and she is frikin Adorable and I relate to her so much (her appearance is unique too🥰) 🥺 whereas other otome games make the mc a no personality basic self insert that's apparently supposed to help you imagine yourself in them but does the exact opposite 🤕🤞 ALSO I SAW YOUR POST OF SIU'S ROUTE AND THERE IS ACTUALLY AN ENDING WHERE YOY END UP EITH HIM (IN SOL'S ROUTE OFC) BUT I DONT WANT TO DO IT CUZ I DONT WANT TO UPSET OR MAKE MY SOL SAD 😟☝️‼️ ALSO THE BUTLER IS MY FAV TOO I CANT WWIT FOR HIS ROUTE I AM 100% SURE ITS GONNA BE SPICY TOO😭😭

Another thing is the fact that william has 200 years of experience of- (ifyk yk) but he stopped after he became Mir's butler?? Because habits are very hard to let go of especially sexual ones *wink* *wink* so the fact that he stopped- idk maybe he got bored of railing but I am a strong believer it's because of his love for mir🥺🥺

Sorry this is long I was just excited to find someone (especially a writer) that also loves unholyc lover it's the best otome game in my opinion tbh. YOUR WTITING IS ALSO SP GOOD??? YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WAS STARVINGGG BEFORE I DISCOVERED YOUR CONTEBT 🥺🥺SO HAPPY!!1!1!

¿Unpopular or popular opinion?

: unholyc lovers should be more famous than mystic messanger because first of all

- the art is so detailed and amazing

- the charercters are just so unique

- THE MC ISNT BASIC AND BORING

- she doesn't change for the characters (to gain favourabilty of the charecters it's more like increasing your interactions with them and while there is diffrent options for charecter's likeability the mc's charecter doesn't change that much except preference and such which is supposed to be picked by us <3)

- the animation??hello?😐⁉️

Anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk hope this wasn't annoying 🥰💞

Aww thank you so much, that’s so sweet! I’m always self-conscious of my writing so hearing people say they see it as good writing always helps so much ❤️❤️ I’m glad you’re enjoying my works!!!

YESSS this game deserves so much more recognition than it gets! The characters are just so well done and every one has a different personality… ugh it’s just *chefs kiss* the bins between them too - it’s so beautiful. Their friendship is so adorable… especially when Sol fangirls over Hi - it’s so cute!

Nooo! I don’t want to hurt Sol’s feelings 😭 but I’m afraid some sacrifices must be made😮‍💨 I’m sorry sol… I’m coming for Siu and nobody can stop my… except for the guilt I’m going to feel.

WILLIAMS ROUTE IS GONNA BE SPICY AS HELL I CAN ALREADY FEEL IT 😯 I’m just wondering how it’s going to play out. Will it be the same premise of getting MC through the week again or is it going to be a totally different plot. I’m so excited to see what they came up with!!

He gave up so much for Mir 🥺 which is why I have no doubt that out of all the characters, he’s be the best one for her. Sure the other characters definitely love her but William… he just knows her like the back of his hand you know! Ugh he deserves to be happy 😭😭😭

NGL EATERS ROUTE I AM EVEN MORE EXCITED FOR. IMAGINE THE ANGST, WILLIAM DISAPPROVING, ALL THE UNHOLYCS BEING LIKE WTF??? OMG MIR VILLAIN ARC?? So many possibilities and it’s going to be so SO SO SPICY!

Omg YES they deserve more popularity! If not more famous than MysMes, at least have a similar kind of popularity. Both are executed so well, but I feel like Unholyc was executed a bit better. Especially when it comes to the depth of the characters and the MC.

Pls! The Mystic Messenger MC is SO bland like??? And I love how the Unholyc MC doesn’t change for any of the characters like she does in Mystic Messenger and she’s willing to call out bullshit when she sees it. She makes it clear she’s staying the way she is and I feel like if she did become like the MysMes MC, William would not be having any of it. He would either remind Mir of her worth or he would take it out on her partner 😳 Plus the way he keeps reminding Mir she’s “better” than the boys is just so funny but sweet 😭 he cares die her so much ugh.

I feel like if Mir was in Mystic Messenger, she’d end up calling out

Yoosung for his obsession with Rika and him constantly comparing MC to her. It’s not cool yoosung… and it’s weird.

Jumin for being an obsessive asshole - as much as I love him, I hated sticking up for him in the chat in order to get his good end. Especially when he was being unreasonable. MC was practically his prisoner, there’s no other way to look at it.

Zen for being so narcissistic. I’m not gonna lie his route is one of my favourites because he genuinely shows he cares - at least more than the other characters - but his narcissism did get annoying after a while. Loving yourself is okay, but there’s a limit 😭😭 I wish they gave him more depth than just problems with his family and narcissism.

7… my boy has no flaws 😡. The only thing I hate is doing different routes ever since Cheritz said he is in love with MC in every route 🥲 …. I can’t stop flirting with him.

V… gtfoh. We get it, you loved her… but you need to let go 😒 losing your sight over a cult leader isn’t worth it, boy.

Jaehee… I love you, but you need to stick up for yourself bby. And you’re gay 🙄

OMG THE ART IS JUST AMAZING LIKE OOF.

It’s just so colourful and pretty! The art style is amazing in so many ways - I’m in love with it!!!

Don’t worry Anon! You were not being annoying I actually love when people send me these type of asks!

#love unholyc #love unholyc eater #love unholyc william #love unholyc leo #love unholyc sol #love unholyc hi

[capituloperdido1]

Traitor Pt 3 (Final)

Hello everyone!

So happy that you guys liked my little story, i am hoping to write much more in the future. So please let me know if there is anything in particular you would like to read. Here is pt3 and last part of the Traitor fic. There is a 'prequel' and it is very angsty, if you guys want that as well let me know.

Enjoy!

It had been three days, three days without seeing Azriel. He didn't show to practice, neither he looked for her in the library.

Coward, coward, coward

She was so mad, how was saying sorry so hard for him?

Or was he embarrassed that he lost to her? no, Azriel would never be embarrassed about that. He was just too afraid to face her.

Or maybe he didn't care, maybe he wanted to fix things with Elain and not her.

Yeah, that might be the answer.

That afternoon Nesta had asked her to come over to the house of wind and stay over with her while Cassian was away in a mission. She climbed the stairs of the library, while preparing to be in the same house as Azriel.

He was not talking to her, fine, she would not talk to him.

Nesta was waiting for her at the door, "please don't kill me, please, please". She said while grabbing Gwyns bags, "my sisters came over for dinner and have not left, i can kick them out but we have to wait a bit for Rhysand to leave Nyx at Amren's"

She smiled

Perfect this night has started perfectly.

"Of course, yeah no problem."

They arrived at the room, and Gwyn felt panic rising to her throat at the sight of the middle Archeron sister. She was probably pissed at Gwyn for all that had happened, she probably hated Gwyn because of it.

"Hi Gwyn!" said Feyre.

"Feyre" she bowed, "thank you for having me".

Elain looked at her, smiled, and kept talking to Feyre.

Well, that's better than the slap she had expected.

She sat besides Nesta and prayed that her High Lord would come soon.

------

An hour past, and the four women were tangled in a conversation about wine when a knock came at the door.

Gwyn felt a tug at her chest; he is here it seemed to say.

Fuck.

"Im sorry to interrupt ladies" a breathy voice said, " i am here for my high lady and her sister". She turned around and faced the male speaking, he wore rather casual clothing compared to the illyrian leathers. His black tight shirt and cargo black pants accentuated his muscles, and his hair was messier than usual.

His eyes landed on hers, and his slight smirk fell.

Oh, great. I'm not happy to see you either, she thought.

Elain stood and quickly walked towards Azriel, but he did not break Gwyns stare; not even while he grabbed the arms of both women and they said bye to Nesta and her.

He looked at Nesta, "is this... a sleep over?" he said softly.

"yes, and you are very much not invited" Nesta responded.

He smirked, "ill be back" he looked at Gwyn.

"Don't leave" he said.

She looked away.

"Please" he said to her, his voice pained and desperate.

And with that, he left.

Nesta smiled and crossed her arms. "You planned this didn't you?" Gwyn asked her sister, "mhm, he helped me get a mate i help him find the balls to talk to you" she answered.

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Gwyn was not one for drinking, but waiting for Azriel to come had made her so anxious that she had considered asking the house for Cassian's oldest bottle of Whiskey to drink it all by herself. Instead, she had been served a big, fat piece of chocolate cake; accompanied by water.

Nesta was in front of her, watching with admiration as Gwyn devoured the cake.

Mother, she loved chocolate.

The tug at her heart began once more, the feeling of comfort and hurt that Azriel brought upon her growing as the seconds flew by.

"He is here" she whispered to Nesta, "I am not ready to face him".

"He is not ready to face you" she answered.

A soft knock came at the door, and the creak of the wooden door was the most terrifying thing Gwyn had ever heard.

"Shadowsinger" Nesta said, "you are just on time". Nesta stood, grabbed Gwyns hand and squeezed it softly, "i need to go fix some paperwork for Cassian, could you please stay with Gwyn while i come back?"

Really Nesta? Thanks.

"Sure, thank you" he answered.

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She did not feel Nesta leaving, neither she looked up to see where Azriel stood in the room. Her hands had become the most entertaining thing in the world at that moment, and nothing would change that.

"Gwyn" he called.

She felt him getting closer, and it took all her will not to jump to his arms.

He stopped, "please, look at me".

"No" she said, "you don't get to demand for me to stay, for me to talk to you, for me to look at you".

Cauldron was he clueless, did he not have a sense of communication?

He is trying, the voice of her heart seemed to say.

"I know that, but... I need... I need to see your eyes" Azriel said. Slowly, she felt him kneel in front of her; not too close as to startle her, but close enough that she could feel the smell of night-chilled mist and cedar filling her nose.

"May i touch you?" He said, stretching his hand towards her.

Yes, please

She only nodded softly.

His hands grabbed her chin and lifted it to face him. "There you are" he smiled, "there they are". His eyes looked deeply into hers, as if he was trying to memorize each feature in them; he seemed... desperate to memorize her. As if what he was about to say would make her disappear from his side forever.

" I have a whole speech prepared" Azriel said, "but i don't think you're the type to want to hear rehearsed words, so let me give it a try..."

Quieter than she had ever heard him, Azriel began " I have always been alone, the shadows and the dark being my best friends..."

"I only knew friendship and love when Rhys opened his home to me; but even as my brothers and i grew, i still felt alone.... empty. I longed for something that would be entirely mine, something that no one else would share, something i would never have to part with." His voice breaking, Azriel inhaled and tucked his hands in his pockets.

"I met Mor when she was very young, she was such a happy girl; always teasing and playing, always happy even with the shitty family she was born into. She lightened my days, she gave me a reason to wake up in the morning; i began to love her before i expected" his voice filled with pain he said, "and i loved her for five hundred years..."

"I thought she had to be my mate, because no one else would make me as happy as her; and i waited for five hundred years for the mating bond to click. Disregarding her feelings, her insecurities and fears; i pushed my feelings down her throat, hoping she would pity me enough to give me a chance".

His confession broke her. What kind of thoughts went through the mind of this beautiful man to say anything like that?

"Meeting Elain was different, i was finally able to help someone as broken as me. I had a purpose beyond violence. I looked forward to sharing time with her, i wanted push her to be better, to forget about that undeserving human boy" He continued, "once she began to get better, i realized that i was not the only thing grounding her. Her sisters, the wraiths, gardening, and even her mate gave her courage to keep going. And i am so selfish, selfish enough to begin loving her; demanding from her what she is not ready to give".

"The winter solstice that i tried to give her the necklace, i did it out of a desire for her to be mine. My thoughts were never about how much i loved and admired her, but rather that i deserved Elain, that three brothers and three sisters made more sense than what the cauldron had chosen".

Gwyn shuttered, her heart squeezing lightly at the words coming from his mouth.

"But i realized long ago, that Elain deserves to choose her own path; neither Lucien nor me are entitled to her, she should be master of her own destiny" He said, no pain noticeable in his voice. "I had to let go, for my sake, my court's sake; but most importantly, for her".

"I could tell you more about my mistakes, and i will, but i have to explain why i gave that necklace to you." He moved closer to her, their knees touching. "That night, Gwyn, the conversation we had made my heart sing; you changed my mood so quickly, and you didn't even know it. You looked, so free, so competitive, so happy".

"Then, after i left that night, i realized that i wanted to see your smile again; so i left the necklace to Clotho and asked her to bring you some joy in that lonely solstice night. And my mind pictured your smile once you received that necklace. The selfish being that i am, has kept that memory in my heart; selfishly locked away so that no one will steal it from me" He smiled and looked into her eyes, "and then you kept showing me so many surprising sides of you. No one challenges me to better as you do, no one wants to see me bite dust as you do. No one is interested in what i think about coffee, or what my favorite mystery novel is. You have heard my voice more time than anyone before."

"You have showed me many times that you're my only match Gwyn".

He paused, as if the words weighted on his heart as much as they weighted on hers.

"You are my best friend, the person i admire the most in the world. I admire your courage, your patience, your perseverance, your happiness. I love the way you show love to your friends. I love how much of a fierce warrior you are. And even though i made a mistake by re-gifting the necklace, i could not think of anyone that deserves to be pampered and loved as much as you"

He stopped, inhaled and touched the top of her hands.

The happiest feeling crept into her heart, her feelings were not one sided.

He saw her.

She saw him.

But his eyes did not show the happiness she expected, not did they show the same desire that burned deep in her.

They showed fear, sadness, longing.

"But with all that i have said, i know i don't deserve you. I have hurt everyone I've ever loved, i have always been so selfish. I have been looking for a bond so desperately that i was blind to what i had right in front of me..."-"I have avoided confronting my fears of being alone, of facing my nightmares and acknowledging how much of a monster i can be. When i look at you, how much you have given me; i regret every moment i have not spent loving you".

He moved his hands away from hers, looked at them and shuttered.

She realized then, unlike her, his biggest fears and insecurities were visible for everyone to see. He hated his hands, he believed them to be the proof of his monstrosity.

He did not know how wrong he was.

Finally, after what felt like eternity he said, " i am sorry Gwyn, i have not been the man you deserve; and i will forever regret that i lost you before i ever had you."

Tears falling down her cheeks, Gwyn grabbed his hands and placed them in her face. How much courage had those words taken? How much courage had even touching her taken?

"Az... you're so blind" she responded with a sob. She turned her face to his hands and placed a slight kiss inside of his hands, "these hands saved me, they are so precious... you are so precious to me"

She looked into his eyes, "i was hurt because i wanted.... i wanted you to be honest with me"

"I thought the necklace had meant that you thought of me" she smiled sadly, "for the first in my life i thought someone had chosen me, someone had thought of me first".

He looked away sadly, "i know that, and i am sorry".

She interrupted him, " I lied when i said i never wore it, i wore it every day, every hour" she laughed softly and grabbed the empty space in her neck that once held her necklace, "i even bathed with it".

He smiled. And damn if she wanted to kiss him now even more than ever.

"Once i found out it had been you who had gifted it to me, i ... finally was able to confirm my feelings towards you" Gwyn confessed. "I knew i fell in love with you the moment in the training ring when you admitted you had given the necklace to me."

Was she really saying this?

Yes

She closed her eyes and talked before her courage disappeared.

"Azriel i am in love with you" she breathed, "i fell in love with the man saw the darkness in me, and did not run away. The one that taught me to fight my nightmares way. The one that listened to me ramble about the silliest things. The one that made an effort to open his heart to me, and answered every question i asked him" she laughed. "After the first night on the training ring; i knew you would be my best friend, my confidant. Once i shared more and more nights with you, i couldn't stay away... i can't stay away from you"

Placing his hands in her chest she said, "i love you, all of you; the spy, the friend, the brother, the shadowsinger"

She didn't dare to look deeply into his eyes, afraid of what feelings laid beneath them.

"You are my center, you are my hope, my ladder to keep climbing up the pit of darkness my mind is. I will never be enough for you; for the pure and innocent heart you have. But if you give me a chance, i will treasure you for eternity". Tears scrolled down her face as she spoke, "I am not you mate, nor i am what you were looking for. But i will fight beside you every step of the way, because you more than anyone deserves happiness".

There. I said it.

She took her hands away from his, looked down and waited.... Waited for him to stand and leave, to laugh and mock her.

But he didn't.

He kneeled there, in front of her.

Shocked

Happy

.... Happy

He was happy; in fact, he seemed joyous.

A grin emerged in the male's face, bigger and brighter than she had never seen before.

Grabbing her hand, he pulled them up.

There they were, facing each other; looking deeply into each other's eyes when Azriel said: "the one that does not deserve you is me". He came closer to her, grabbed her waist and pulled her body towards his "my best friend, my love. I want you to be my entire world Gwyn".

He smiled and pulled a strand of hair behind her ear. His face coming even closer to hers, "i am not worthy of your confession, your heart, much less your body". His nose touched hers, "but give me a chance, i will treasure you until the end of times".

She smiled, nodded and closed her eyes.

Warmth filled her body as Azriel's lips closed upon hers. Soft, warm and gentle. Moving in a pace that would not startle her, he grabbed her neck to pull her even closer to him. He took his time to explore her mouth, kissing every corner. "Thank you Gwyn, for choosing me" he said, "i have found my light where i never thought looking". He kissed her nose, her forehead and her lips. "Now that i have you" he said, not leaving an inch of space between their mouths, "i will never leave you".

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As they kissed, something golden and long appeared in Gwyns mind, her chest seemed to swollen at the sight of it. The golden string settling in front of her and pulling her to reality.

She flinched at the same time Azriel did.

Their eyes meeting once again.

And right there, she knew...

"Mate" they said.

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[roberttchase]

brettsey + bed bargain? 😊

Ahh thank you!! I love this one, and I hope everyone else enjoys.

bed bargain: [character A] won’t stay in bed. [character B] convinces them.

(A is Sylvie, B is Matt)

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The thing is, Sylvie has a hard time slowing down. Even as a child, the blonde didn't like having down time, she would have rather been running around with her friends, playing on the farm, helping her mom bake bread. When she would get sick as a child, she would get restless and bored and hate that she would have to stay in bed.

Some things never change.

Matt's gone to the store for some groceries, and when he's back, before he's even inside his girlfriends apartment, he can hear movement. Getting Sylvie to rest is like trying to pull teeth. Steeling himself, the Captain twists the key and opens the apartment door, shutting it behind him blindly as he takes in the scene before him.

Sylvie, in all her stuffy-nosed, sore-throated, head-coldish glory, is sitting on the floor in front of her coffee table, dozens of books piled around her. She's focused on what Matt assumes is alphabetizing them, mouth open just enough that she's able to breathe through it. He spies the tissue box from her bedside table haphazardly sitting next to her.

"What'cha doing Syl?"

The woman jumps slightly, obviously having been in her own little world of memories and concentration. When she looks up, Matt can't help but feel his heart melt a little. She's pale and her nose is pink, circles starting to become visible under her eyes. He can't help but be amazed at how beautiful she is, even now....especially now.

"Matt! Hi, uhm..." Sylvie trails off, knowing she's been caught. Just over an hour ago Matt had made her promise to stay in bed and rest, and yet here she was, absolutely not in bed resting. "I was...I was just..." she scrunches her face up, trying to come up with a good excuse, coughing a little.

"You were bored," the firefighter supplies for her, taking pity on his sweet girlfriend. "And you thought rearranging things was the best course of action?"

Sniffling, Sylvie grabs a tissue and shoots him a withering glare as he finishes putting some vegetables in the fridge. She sneezes twice, catching them in the cloth, then blows her nose and stands up, grumbling as she goes to throw the tissue away and wash her hands.

"Bless you," Matt offers with a fond smile, making her direct a little annoyed noise toward his general direction. When she finishes drying her hands on the hand towel next to the sink, Sylvie turns, wholeheartedly ready to go back to her books, but Matt catches her mid-turn, pulling her to his chest.

"You know I'm only being annoying because I care about you and want you to feel better, right? Plus, I know you, and I know you're going to fight tooth and nail to work the day after tomorrow."

"Of course I'm working next shift! It's a cold Matt," Sylvie huffs, brow furrowing. Matt finds it endearing just how grouchy she gets when she's sick.

"If you don't rest, you'll only get worse, Syl. I need my PIC to be able to do her job without being doped up on cold meds," he points out. "So let's get you back in bed, hm?" When she still seems to not want to back down; her features set resolutely in the 'try me' position, Matt decides it's time to switch tactics.

Posture slumping just slightly, Matt puts on his best puppy dog eyes. "What if I said I'm starting to feel sick too? Would you come lay in bed then? I could really use some Sylvie Brett cuddles..."

Sylvie's eyes narrow as if she's trying to decide if she believes him. Matt gives a pathetic excuse of a cough, trying to play it up, and while it's clear Sylvie knows he's fibbing, she eventually deflates.

"Fine...but I hope you know that that little comment means that you're now not allowed to get up eith-" she cuts herself off to cough, shallow and raspy. Matt rubs at her back, hoping the touch is soothing, rather than bothersome.

"I won't be leaving bed, not when I have you to take care of. Come on grumpy pants, back to bed."

With one last huff, the paramedic in charge lets herself be led back to the blanket nest she's made unintentionally, sniffling as she watches Matt take off his pants and get in bed too.

"Love you Matt. Sorry for being difficult."

"Not difficult, never difficult. Just...stubborn." He leans over and presses a kiss to his girlfriends lips, giving her a smile.

"You'll get sick."

"I already am, remember?" Another ridiculously fake cough makes its way out of Matt's throat. "Love you too sunshine. Just rest, I'm not going anywhere."

#my fic #prompts #sylvies-casey

[sopercabeth]

Coffee Cups & Terrible Liars

Hello! This is a fanfic I wrote back in 2017 when Scorpion still existed. Simpler times, I guess :-( It was originally published on my profile in FFN (@dauntlessmermaid) but I figured it was time for it to see the light of day here on Tumblr. 

If you wish to read it on FFN, click here

Summary:  "Well, he had talked to her, once. A very short, very uncomfortable conversation with his usual unfiltered self and a poorly delivered diagnosis of anemia that went just about as good as anyone would expect. " A Coffee Shop AU in which Walter is strangely fixated on a certain honey-colored haired barista and he's a little too keen on finding out why.

A/N: I do not own Scorpion or any content/characters related to the show. All rights belong to CBS :) Enjoy!

Unlike many people, Walter O'Brien found the thunderous bad weather sort of soothing. Especially given that the odds of seeing one in Los Angeles weren't very promising these days.

The surprisingly loud and rhythmic chirping of the rain drops against the roof top and the occasional thunder booming in the distance worked wonders by silencing his overloaded mind for a bit. Walter was inclined to believe that, even without his eidetic memory, the rain would always bring him back to Callan's endless green landscapes and simple lifestyle. This time instead, seeing the already flooded streets turning into rivers of dirt and all kinds garbage, he thought this thunderstorm was not really bringing back sweet childhood memories. Not that he had many of them to speak of…

The electricity had been down for almost an hour now, and even with the rain easing his mind he was beginning to feel as anxious as the blond-haired boy two tables ahead of him, who had been fidgeting with his bag since the first droplets of rain. Usually, Walter enjoyed spending time at Kovelsky's Coffee Shop; it was the most decent place to get his, and occasionally the team's, morning caffeine that was a comfortable drive away from the garage. But right now he wasn't very comfortable with the thought of how much work awaited him at the garage when he couldn't exactly drive there through the rain in his god forsaken Volkswagen. So he'd been stationed here, sitting on a vinyl lounge chair with no more company than an empty coffee cup, a kid suffering from severe anxiety and the shop's staff.

Walter remembered feeling quite proud about discovering Kovelsky's almost four weeks ago on his way home from a job. Ever since their first coffee pot had died, the team had agreed to take turns on who was in charge of buying their daily coffee and Walter stumbling into Kovelsky's the day prior to his turn, had been of the likes of a miracle; if such thing existed, of course.

A week after this astounding discovery, he'd been a little too proud enough to let it slip the moment Toby started his daily rant about having to get his coffee elsewhere again due to their second coffee pot —a gift from a client— also dying under suspicious circumstances.

He rarely shared personal information with the behaviorist knowing it would ultimately lead to an over-analysis on the potential emotional background of his most trivial choices, but this coffee machine problem had consumed his already sparse patience and truth be told, he ─or the team as a whole, for that matter─ didn't function properly before drinking an early morning dose of caffeine. That and the funny name he’d asked the barista to write on Toby’s coffee cup, had been the ideal set of variables that resulted in Toby successfully getting in his toes that morning. 

"I knew you were behind those ridiculous names on my coffee cups!" he said before taking a swig of his coffee "You tell that hot brunette barista that I'll be paying her a visit to get our order next time"

Walter choked on his drink. He grimaced, tongue burned.

An image of Kovelsky's barista, Paige, sprang in his mind flashing him a genuine smile as she handed him his order and change that same morning. Besides having Walter's lack of social skills as a disadvantage, he'd picked on the hint in Toby's snarky comment surprisingly fast. Walter made use of all his willpower to not blurt out more things that could potentially drag him even deeper into the hole, like the actual shade of brown of the hot brunette barista's hair, for starters.

"Just thought I needed an appropriate comeback for Emotional Dumpster Fire and Ego-maniac" he counterattacked, perhaps a little too late.

Walter cursed himself for hesitating on that last remark. Now, he was sure he had seen those nicknames in his coffee cups sometime in the past, but he didn't really know if either of them had been written on the ones Toby had ordered for him. So,as a result of him trying to cover up his slip, his brain had acted on his usual unfiltered auto-pilot.

Toby clicked his tongue, his lips curving into his trademark devilish grin. "You are such a terrible liar, mi amigo" he said, his fingers tapping on his cup excitedly "by the way I highly suspect of you deliberately messing up our new pot, but I'll let it go in the light of this new interesting chain of events"

Had he not being busy taking another glorious sip of his coffee, Walter might've even blushed at that last comment. He had indeed messed up said coffee machine, not intentionally at least and certainly not because keep going to Kovelsky's had been his plan all along (something he surprisingly didn't mind at all). In fact, and much to Walter's embarrassment, the sudden and disastrous malfunction of the machine had come off as a result of his first (and probably last) attempt at replicating Cinnamon dream, Paige's coffee recommendation of the week.

"T-that's not—"

"It was definitely a clever move to keep visiting our friend at Kovelsky's, actually" Toby said, cutting off his embarrassing stutter.

"What was a clever move to keep visiting our friend at Kovelsky's?" Sylvester, who apparently had been able to eavesdrop on Toby's last remark, asked as he joined them at the kitchen to get the lone apple that awaited him on the countertop "do we have a friend at Kovelsky's?"

"You all know, Kovelsky's?" Walter asked, his eyes shifting between both the mathematician and the behaviorist in bewilderment.

"That's the place where I get our coffee orders on Wednesdays, sometimes" Sylvester said as he proceeded to wash his apple in the sink behind Walter.

"You don't drink coffee" Walter added.

Sylvester hunched his shoulders. "You try telling Happy that"

"It's alright, pal" Toby added as he slid his free arm across Walter's shoulders "we've all had a crush on a coffee shop barista"

"What coffee shop barista?" Cabe asked. The homeland agent had arrived at just the perfect time to also eavesdrop on a conversation that should have never happened in the first place.

Walter visualized slapping himself hard in the face.

"The one this emotional dumpster fire is crushing on, of course" the behaviorist said, tightening his leverage on his shoulders.

"I don't have a crush on Paige" he snapped.

Oh boy.

While he listened to Toby and Cabe's frantic bursts of laughter, Walter finally said his goodbyes to a peaceful day at Scorpion's headquarters. There was no possible way that either of them would let go of that. Paige's name slipping from his lips had officially sealed his coffin.

"Did Paige put that cinnamon in your coffee as well?" Toby asked mockingly as he finally released Walter's shoulders and walked away in the direction of his desk.

Walter avoided visiting Kovelsky's for pretty much the entirety of the following week, something that did not go unnoticed by Toby, of course. He was fast to voice his utter disappointment regarding Walter's sudden interest in Yorkshire tea instead of his usual order from said coffee shop.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to buy a new coffee pot. Not out of sentimentalism, of course, but good old pride. Buying a new pot out of the blue would mean something for Toby, and he was definitely not backing up the shrink's theories on Walter's alleged emotions being awakened by the waitress.

A particularly loud thunder pulled Walter out of his reverie, his eyes falling to the empty cup atop the coffee table in front of him. The sight of his own name on it seemed foreign to him, as if he had somehow misspelled it his entire life. A ridiculous musing, if he actually put some thought to it, but the truth was that he found Paige's handwriting aesthetically beautiful, even when he had her write those absurd nicknames he'd come up for Toby.

Her little burst of laughter was worth the embarrassment, he thought.

Before this moment, Walter hadn't paid much attention to her handwriting, but he had indeed been observant of other things about her in the sporadic (but also uncomfortable) events in which they had interacted. And so he had come to associate the barista's light temper, energetic personality (surely a suitable behavior for someone who served at least a hundred customers per day) and overall appearance with a very neutral, pretty much basic handwriting style.

On the contrary, Paige had a very nice cursive handwriting with just the right amount of edges and curls to make it both elegant and practical enough to read effortlessly. 

He’d been wrong all along, of course. But when had he ever been right about people? It wasn’t exactly his department.The genius was a lot of things but a Harvard trained psychologist, so how in the world, ─and taking in consideration his close to non-existent social skills─ would he be able to decode a woman if he hadn't even properly talked to her?

He had talked to her just once. A very short, very uncomfortable conversation with his usual unfiltered self and a poorly delivered diagnosis of anemia that went just about as good as anyone would expect. Of course, not even a clinically addicted gambler like Toby would bet on the odds of him getting the chance to engage into yet another disastrous conversation with her. Walter wouldn't have blamed him either.

Walter shook his head in annoyance. He was definitely not happy with the turn his thoughts were taking. Especially since he was still incapable of figuring out what was that he found so intriguing about this woman. Or why he felt compelled to make these ridiculous assumptions about her, like the way she wrote his name on a paper container. Besides, by being a regular customer for almost three weeks, Walter couldn't act like he actually knew this woman. He represented 15 minutes of a 24-hour day in her life, not even a 2 percent of it, if put in perspective.

Walter sighed and risked a quick glance in Paige's direction. She had abandoned her place behind the bar and was trying to offer some kind of pastry to the fidgety kid sitting two tables ahead of him. 

He vaguely reminded him of a younger version of Sylvester, his feet tapping nervously on the floor as he examined a particular set of equations on the board of the garage. If the kid was anything like him, Walter doubted she'd make much progress in easing his anxiety.

But there she was, a couple of minutes later, gently ruffling up his hair as she handed him a freshly-baked chocolate muffin. “Thank you” the kid said a few moments later, both his hands too occupied picking on the pastry to continue their nervous tapping on the table. 

The streets had been unsually packed the day of his return to Kovelsky’s a few days later resulting in Walter arriving much later than expected. There was a relatively short line of customers, —probably because six forty-five was not quite the busy hour for the coffee shop— which meant he could possibly shorten his visit and return to the garage to finish the tedious task of testing governmental software security for the hundredth time. With the deadline approaching at a seemingly faster pace, Walter and Sylvester's progress turned out slower than anticipated and the genius had been forced to rely on Toby and Happy's coding skills to get the last patches of the firewall revised. It would have been the only way they’d be able to deliver the results in time to a very irritable Deputy Director Cooper, who had not only called for updates once, but twice in a manner of twenty minutes.

As of now, the team had worked tirelessly throughout the entire night with pre-scheduled 10-minute lunch breaks to increase efficiency. But as the morning hours approached, Walter and Toby had surprisingly agreed that they could definitely use a large order of egg bagels and coffee to get through the last couple of hours before the deadline was officially up.

Walter was functioning on auto-pilot by now, which was why he initially took no notice of the familiar voice that greeted him as he approached the end of the line to order. He was already blurting out his usual coffee order before the previous client had successfully retrieved his own order from the barista’s hands.

"Good morning to you too, Walter" a familiar voice said back, laughing softly.

Walter could almost feel the color running up his face, because damn it he knew that voice too well. He scratched the back of his head nervously, his eyes rising from the brown tiles to the delicately written 'Paige' on the name tag of the woman in front of him.

"I-I’m sorry," he stuttered back, feeling utterly ridiculous "good morning, Paige"

Walter had only pronounced her name out loud a couple times before, and so it felt kind of awkward coming out of his mouth. When he finally got himself together to look up at her, she seemed like she was holding back a grin.

Paige settled for a wide smile and proceeded to tap the screen of the monitor in front of her. Walter was a bit surprised to find out she’d changed a little since the last time he saw her. Her hair was pulled up in a high pony tail and her bangs looked slightly longer, almost reaching her eyelids now. The early morning light brought out a nice sun-kissed tone on her skin and made her eyes shine a warm hazelnut color too. Sun bathing, maybe? And hadn't the bags under her eyes lessened a little bit? Moderate sun exposure increases levels of vitamin D and may help increase overall sleep quality…

She looked quite stunning, actually.

"…than usual, today"

Walter shook his head, eyebrows scrunched up together "I'm sorry, what?"

Paige flashed him another gentle smile rendering him slightly dazed "I said you look a little more tired than usual today. Walter, are you okay?"

Apparently he was also slower than usual because it took him a whole three-seconds' time to process that question "Yes, yes, I'm fine" he said, before he resumed to the suddenly difficult task of retrieving the right amount of money from his wallet.

She raised an eyebrow at him, seemingly dissatisfied with his rushed answer.

He frowned, evidently confused, as he quickly went over the whole exchange before it finally downed on him. "I'm fine, thank you" he added.

"You're getting so much better…I'm actually proud!" she admitted, handing him the printed receipt. "You know the drill: I'll call your name when the order is ready. It shouldn't take long"

Walter was about to deliver what was most likely a completely unnecessary scientific fact when his phone buzzed inside his pocket snapping him back to reality. The security software, he thought, alarmed, as he swiped left below Toby's caller ID to answer.

"I hope you're all done with the flirting and driving your ass back with our coffees right now" he said.

"Almost there" the genius replied, cursing out loud at the time on his wristwatch. "Has Cooper showed up yet?"

"No, but it shouldn't take her more than five minutes. I don't think that woman has ever been late to something, not even her birth"

Walter rolled his eyes and looked at his wristwatch once again. Even if he sped, he'd never make it to the garage in time if he waited for his order to be ready "See you there" he said, then hung up and put his phone back in his pocket.

"Is everything alright?" Paige asked from behind the bar, a couple feet apart from him.

"Actually…no" he replied, a silent apology drawn all over his face "I have to go"

Paige blinked, puzzled "What?"

"I'm sorry!" he shouted as he dashed through the doors and towards the parking lot.

"Walter, wait!" she shouted back, a cup holder in her hand

He was not able to see the noticeable disappointment in Paige's face.

Walter always thought he was one to get things done without complaint. 

He could take on time-sensitive and dangerous missions every day, but it had always been the ensuing paperwork that got the best of him. He was vaguely aware of the few perks of working for the government, but having to write reports and fill out endless forms every time they worked on something was far away from being considered among them. Especially because no matter how many times he reviewed said reports, they always made sure to comment on virtually anything about them: the language used, the length, the blank space on the comments section…

Walter would've given anything to ditch that insufferable task and take a look at the equations Sylvester was working on the board or see what was going on with that faint smell of smoke coming from Happy's workplace… even take a look at the book Toby was reading at the living room with his feet over the coffee table. But he was well aware that the paperwork wouldn't do itself over the night and if he neglected to work on it for another day, he might as well never do it at all.

He sighed and frowned at the insurmountable pile of paperwork before his eyes wishing he'd have some sort of supernatural ability to make it disappear. At this point he thought anything would do, though he'd like to admit that laser-like vision was one of his favorites. Walter rolled his eyes at this ridiculous trail of thought. He had to be very desperate to bring up his sparse knowledge on sci-fi material to occupy his mind.

In fact, Walter was so engrossed in the many uses he could think of for laser-like vision that he missed the knock on the door. At first, it seemed like nobody else noticed, but Toby ended up being the one to answer it, not after shooting the rest of the team a skeptical look. Cabe had left thirty minutes before, so it was rather unlikely that it'd be him, at least not with L.A. traffic this late in the afternoon. Could be another lost delivery guy…

Except that it was neither Cabe nor the disoriented delivery guy from the recently open restaurant two blocks away.

"Hi—uh, I'm sorry," she stuttered "my name is—"

"Paige" Toby interrupted her, obviously amused. Walter's eyes widened. "What a pleasant surprise…"

"Yes, uh, how did you— "Nevermind. I'm looking for Walter O'Brien?" she added, doubtful.

Three pairs of eyes turned in his direction, Toby's exceedingly amused, of course, as of Happy and Sylvester's…well, they looked mostly confused, although he doubted the mechanic's grin and raised eyebrow could be classified under confused. Walter had never stood up so fast in his life.

Keep it casual, he reminded himself.

The behaviorist seemed like he was about to deliver what was most likely a very embarrassing remark, but luckily, Walter's own curiosity beat him to it. A bright smile appeared on Paige's face as soon as he caught sight of him by his desk and left him momentarily dumbfounded —for the second time in that day, he recalled.

"Paige?" he asked, evidently confused as he rounded his desk awkwardly "W-what are you doing here?"

Walter could almost feel everyone's eyes on him, even Toby's as he politely invited the barista in and rekindled his place at the couch. The genius would've swore he heard kissing sounds as he walked past him, but was happy to see Paige didn't seem to notice when he finally approached her.

She looked the same way she did in the morning, except she had replaced the dark blue apron and white t-shirt underneath, for a loose pink camisole and a denim jacket.

"I'm so glad I found you" she said, her hazelnut eyes were beaming with excitement "you're a very difficult man to find"

"I am?" Walter shook his head "How did you know where I—"

Paige held her finger up in the air as she started rummaging inside her handbag "Hold on”.

"You dropped your wallet at the coffee shop this morning" she said, finally fishing the item from her bag.

It was indeed his wallet what Paige was holding in front of him. It looked foreign in her hand though, had he not patted his back pocket, he would've probably contemplated she was mistaken just like the lost delivery guy. It had been more than twelve hours since he'd been at the coffee shop, how could he have possibly missed that?

"It is my wallet indeed" he said.

"I hope you don't mind me looking inside for some kind of information…" she trailed off "promise I didn't take anything"

"No, no, of course not" Walter added, "I-I would've never thought—"

Paige's eyes looked warm, she smiled at him shyly.

"Thank you" he said after a short pause, bowing his head a little bit.

"No problem" she said, hunching her shoulders "you still owe big time, though"

They stood there for about half a minute looking anywhere but each other, until Walter had the common sense to take the damned wallet from her hand and put it in the back pocket of his pants. What was so intriguing about the stray lock of hair that escaped her pony tail, anyway?

"Well...It was nice seeing you again" she said, offering him a smile before she turned on her heel and headed for the door.

Walter sort of…panicked. He stretched his arm, not quite sure about what he was actually doing, and was just in time to grab the strap of her handbag as she pulled the heavy door open. The cool autumn breeze did nothing to clarify his thoughts, but for once his familiar unfiltered self served him right by blurting out the words: "Is—uh, is there any way I could…repay you?

Paige stood there, halfway in halfway out, for a terrifyingly long second that got Walter thinking about all the ways he could apologize to her, before she finally turned on her heel and faced him again, a wide grin on her face.

She then proceded to fetch a pen from her bag and stuck it between her teeth as she said "You can always try" before grabbing his arm to scribble down a series of numbers on his skin.

Walter looked to his forearm, incredulous. Was that…?

"I like Italian food, by the way" the barista said as she exited the garage.

#stuffiwrite #cbs scorpion #walter o'brien #paige dineen #team scorpion #coffee shop au #waige #the early beginning of waige magic #fluff #i miss scorpion so much #walter's nerdy unfiltered self trying to decipher his crush on a certain coffee shop barista #scorpion reimagined by me lol #fanfiction #alternativeuniverse

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I have to say, the more I think about Slimes, the more excited and confused I get. For a natural historian, they sure are fascinating creatures! There is just nothing else like them! However, they bring me a whole lot of headaches because how do you categorize these things!? How do you understand or even define them? The main issue I have is a bit similar to the problem I run into when figuring out how to categorize the different dryads and the ever-growing arrangement of hybrids. The wide array of crossbreeding and how each "species" can make other "species" is quite mind boggling in the dryad world. In the land of Slimes, it is even crazier! I am sure some may recall other entries I have had on Slimes, like the Flayers, Leg Eaters and Stone Chimneys. These Slimes have chosen particular lifestyles in certain environments, and this creates quite a distinct creature. Even the entry I will shortly get into here follows the same path. The thing is, though, is that these adaptations and abilities are not locked to one group! A Flayer has adjusted its pseudobody to create an adhesive composition, while a Leg Eater has influenced its own slime to produce acidic substances. Despite this, any other normal Slime could easily walk up to one of these "species" and copy their abilities! One simple transfer, and they could learn the ways to slowly change their composition to match. So all of these different groups are just Slimes who have decided to follow a certain path, one that they could just abruptly change at any moment, or even combine! What do we do when a Fire Flayer is created? Or spike-shooting Leg Eaters start to take form? It's a mess! Sure, we could just call them all Slimes and be done with it, but where is the organization? The understanding? That doesn't sound like a conclusion, it sounds like a surrender! I refuse to take the easy route! I do not just drop these things the moment they get tough! That is when I get motivated, because if we don't figure this out, then who will?! Oh right, I am supposed to be writing about Fire Slimes. Whoops! I am sure just saying the name "Fire Slime" already makes things quite obvious to most folk. They are Slimes that can produce fire. That description is a bit reductive, but if you needed to explain it to a common member of the public, it works. In truth, the Fire Slimes do not just conjure fire out of nowhere. The flame comes from the flammable fluid that their pseudobody creates from its food and waste. This liquid can be secreted on the outside of their bodies to coat themselves, or it can be stored in bubbles that are formed inside their pseudobody. Often, they do both, storing a whole lot of it on the inside, then sweating out the excess as a defensive measure. Despite their ability to secrete this flammable substance, they can't actually ignite it. The Slime does not have the means to naturally create the spark or heat that would be required to light it all aflame. This isn't too much of problem for them, as there are plenty of other sources in this vast world that can provide them with this spark. The easiest and most abundant are rocks like flint that can be struck with metals to create a shower of fiery sparks. The Fire Slimes will collect their first fire starters in their early stages of life, and continue to amass an entire collection during the following years. This is to ensure they always have a fire starter on hand even if a foe destroys one of them during a fight, and it is also for decoration. All Slimes love a bit of fashion, and these fellows enjoy coating themselves with rocks and steel. With a fire starter in their possession, a Fire Slime is now capable of igniting their fluids. Just one spark, and it all lights up in an instant! These flames don't last too long, as it burns through their fuel quite quickly. However, these Slimes have found many ways to utilize this weaponry to the best of their abilities. With stores of the liquid inside them, they can use internal pressure to shoot it out from their bodies, either in a tight stream or a wide spray. A quick clacking of their flints will ignite the torrent and turn it into a blast of fire! This is why people tend to think that Fire Slimes can breath fire from their "heads" or shoot it from their "arms," as it looks the part! Alternatively, the Fire Slime can gather its internal stores of liquid and seal it in a thin layer of slime. Pushing this bubble to the exterior of their bodies, they will coat the outside of it in fluid and set it on fire. In one quick motion, they will launch this burning gob at a foe, looking to stick it to their hides. The gooey coating will get stuck on armor or skin, but its loss of contact with the Slime's heart will cause it to fall apart. This means that the store of flammable fluid will begin to leak out, coming in contact with the fiery outside and igniting all at once. Essentially, it all goes "boom," and that is really bad when that stuff is adhered to your face. So, in short, they can fire off explosive gobs of flaming slime, quite the weapon! While intimidating, these weapons aren't the most commonly used ones. The most frequent use of all this is focused on the liquid that coats their whole pseudobodies. A thin layer of this fluid is present on them at all times, and a simple strike of their stony scales will set it all ablaze. When agitated, a Fire Slime will rattle its fire starters as a warning. If the foe ignores this, they will activate every pair of stone and steel on their bodies. A spray of sparks will ensue, and the outer coating of fluid will burst into a huge aura of flame. This sudden burst of fire is quite terrifying, but not super deadly. It lasts for only a few moments, and it will only singe those that are in close quarters. However, this display is often enough to scare away foes and leave them with a few smoking hairs. It is mainly used as an intimidation tactic, though it does have another use. External parasites are a plague for Slimes, and what better way to be rid of them than to burn them off?

 Fire Slimes can use this arsenal for defense, but they also find it handy for hunting. Explosive blobs are good for blowing apart larger prey,  and streams of flame can flush food from their burrows and dens. Seeing a Fire Slime torch a gnu is both fascinating and horrifying, and I am not sure if I am ever going to forget that. I am sure there are many who hear about this behavior and liken it to dragons and their fiery breath. In fact, there are quite a few folk out there that say that Fire Slimes picked up this ability by mimicking dragons. I mean, c'mon! Flammable liquid expelled from the "mouth" that is then lit by sparks! That's just like a dragon! While I won't deny the similarities, I believe this is not the source of their inspiration. I am not alone in this thinking, as a whole bunch of other researchers have looked into the spread of the Fire Slimes and the environments their ranges cover. Yes, Fire Slimes can appear in volcanic areas, but they are primarily found in arid places. Within this ranges, researchers have noted quite a few alkaline lakes in their territory, a habitat that Fire Slimes are quite fond of. Another piece to the puzzle is found on their pseudobodies, as Fire Slimes tend to form very familiar structures with their collected ores. Some would say it is an "avian" look! Speaking of birds, what are the most famous birds to inhabit these alkaline lakes? Phoenixes! Yes, indeed, we believe that Fire Slimes owe their origins to their blazing beauties of the burning lakes! I dare say it is obvious! Phoenixes use their metallic beaks to create sparks that ignite their own flammable powder, which would be the perfect inspiration for a curious Slime! They would mimic this behavior and even copy their appearance to better grasp the concept. A sparking beak and feathers can be seen in the way Fire Slimes carry themselves and their collections, unknowingly honoring the source of their epiphany! You can even look at the ranges of Phoenixes and Fire Slimes and see that the two tend to overlap quite a lot! It's incredible! It makes you wonder what Slimes will come up with next! What creature will they find inspiration from and birth an entirely new category of Slimes! Unfortunately, not everyone shares my excitement of these prospects, seeing as the Fire Slimes are already a bit of a problem. People already aren't a fan of Slimes, now imagine their joy when they see one that can spray fire. Though it varies with each individual Slime and their knowledge, there are indeed enough wilder Fire Slimes out there that don't grasp the concept of "please don't burn me and my property." It doesn't help that most of their problems are solved with fire, so the second they are accosted by an angry landowner they tend to start spraying. Or if they see a tasty goat that isn't theirs (which doesn't bother them, as concept of property is a bit of a shaky subject with Slimes) they will happily treat themselves to a cook-out without a hesitation. They don't really think about those who aren't resistant to burning, as the simpler Slimes tend to divide all living creatures into two groups: "Those That Burn" and "Those That Don't." To them, things that can be set on fire are Food, while things that cannot are Not Food. On one hand, it creates the obvious conclusion of "Hey! That farmer is on fire! I guess I can eat them!" However, it can also create the idea of "this person says they aren't food, so I guess they don't burn!" It is not as terrifying as the first example, but let me tell you it can cause its own set of problems. For example, a fellow Fire Slime may get annoyed by insects trying to feed on its pseudobody and decide to unleash its fire aura to fry the nibbling gnats. They do this without hesitation because they aren't worried about the fire, and since the inquisitive plant person accompanying them said they weren't food, they shouldn't mind either! I minded. Quite a lot.     Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Going from something fresh and new to something that is really old and has been sitting in my posting folder for practically years. Nothing too crazy or flashy, but I had to post them sooner or later!

#slime #slimes #monster #creature #fire slime #art #drawing

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@tendergothic heres the other part :) i hope you enjoyed the twins!

BELPHEGOR SFW ALPHABET

Argument: Do they argue? How bad does it get?

Haha who has the TIME darling?? He'll give you the cold shoulder and go to sleep before he ever starts an argument with you. Hes kind of an asshole about it though and passive aggressive comments are definitely his thing. It tends to happen a lot.

Babies: fur baby, scaly baby, or no baby?

I can actually see him digging something small like a smaller dog or maybe a bunny. But hes not very responsible so I really advise not to give him anything. 

Cocktails: are they extroverted? Introverted? Both? With their s/o? 

Introverted and proud. Does not change with a s/o. What you see is what you get so you gotta deal with the quiet and sleepy him before you get to see the fun and wild him ;)

Dance: would they encourage their s/o to join become "sinful" so they could stay in hell/the devildom? How would they take it if they did?

Oh hell yes he'll try to convince you to stay! Unlike his brother, he's rather selfish when it comes to you and wants to keep you by his side, even though he knows you don't belong down here. Please stay? He'll keep you warm and comfortable, promise.

Exit: Do they like to travel? Where would they want to go? 

Lol thats a straight up no. He likes to take walks and such but he actually doesnt like new environments because he cant sleep well in them. He prefers to stay home in his bed, with his s/o.

Food: what's their favorite date with their s/o?

He likes movie nights because he can cuddle up to them or wrap them both in a soft blanket ya know? Soft words and tight snuggles are his favorite. 

Grease: what's something special they made for their s/o? 

He didn't make it, but he bought it so it still counts; he got him and his s/o matching oversized hoodies that he changes between him and his s/o so they can smell him and he can smell them. 

Honesty: would they ever hide something from their s/o? 

He hides a lot of his feelings from his s/o. He just has a hard time talking about it and prefers to just sleep off any problems he may has. 

Independence: what type of lover are they? Clingy or carefree? 

He's a good mixture of both. On one hand, he loves his alone time and likes to be by himself because he has been for so long, but on the other hand, he really loves to be with his s/o and hold them tightly against him. 

Jealous: are they a jealous person?

He gets super jealous super easily but mainly because he gets insecure. Why do you wanna be with him when he tried to kill you? Its a mystery for him but he sure as hell doesnt want to lose you. 

Kindness: how far would they go for their s/o? Ride or die kind of thing?

He'd do almost anything they ask for, if they ask him. At least, after he's sure that they won't leave him and are actually around to stay. 

Love: what's their love type? 

Quality time. His usual free time is spend sleeping or maybe hanging around beel, but he soon finds himself wanting to spend time with you instead and he honestly doesnt mind seeing your face in front of him, and not just in his dreams. 

Mouth: where's their favorite place to kiss?

Your shoulder. He likes to spoon you a lot and he always places a soft kiss to your shoulder before he dozes off. It's just comforting. 

No: anything they wouldnt do with or for their s/o? 

Betray or hurt beel. Through anything, his twin has always been there for him and stayed by his side, so he would never and could never hurt him 

Odor: what's their favorite scent? On a s/o?

He likes Chamomile because it sends him right off to sleep but he also likes it on you because its relaxing and comforting. 

PDA: how open are they to PDA 

Hes mellow about it. He holds your hand and maybe comes up from behind to hug you, but hes also not overly expressive about it. 

Questions: will they be an open book or not? 

Lol nah nice try though. He just doesnt know how to express his feelings and be fully open, but he does try! Especially if you share something about yourself first. 

Reserved: what's something that only his s/o would know about? 

All his dreams. He dreams a lot and he has a lot of dreams and goals in his life that no one really knows about because he never had anyone to share them with. But with you, he wants to share these things. 

Serious: how long until they start to get really serious with their s/o? 

It takes him a while since hes not very trusting of you at first. But he does realize quicker than expected that you're quickly becoming very important to him.

Type: what's their type in a s/o ? 

Someone who enjoys life and makes him want to enjoy life. A flower type of person if you will. Someone who sees beauty in everything and someone who forgives. But also someone who can hold their own.

Untouched: have they been in a relationship before? How many? 

No. He never cared much for anyone and other than your monthly succubus, he doesnt really like to touch a lot of people.

Very: what's something they're really good at outside of hobbies? 

He can actually sing pretty well! His voice is soothing and low, perfect for when you want to fall asleep. 

Weird: what's something odd or weird about them?

The fact that he can sleep anywhere anytime. Like a lot of people cant do that and its kind of admirable how he just closes his eyes and is gone. 

Xylophone: their favorite part about you? 

Physically? Mentally? 

Physically its your eyes. He likes to get lost in them because theyre like an endless pit full of dreams, hopes, and ambitions. Its like the universe. Mentally its your thoughtfulness and how you can empathize with many beings, including yourself and him. 

Yearning: would they like a family? How many kids? 

Hes not as extreme as his brother but he would want to spend the rest of his life eith you and maybe have a family someday. Maybe.

Zebra: Do they change throughout their relationship? Are they truly themselves? 

He becomes more open and kind toward his s/o. Not so cautious and walking like hes on eggshells. They start to mean a lot to him and he wants to better his wrongs. 

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #belphegor obey me #belphegor avatar of sloth #belphie no #sfw alphabet

[cynicalrainbows]

So the very lovely @shut-up-heather-d requested some headcanons for TNBT featuring Kitty and Jane or Catalina and Anna and I didn’t get round to it yesterday because I’m useless but hopefully they’re still enjoyable, even if they are a day late!

Catalina and Anna

Catalina obviously gets to know Anne more quickly and easily because she’s Cathy’s best friend and she’d already heard a bit about her before Cathy started living with her BUT she also gets very invested and interested in Anna too, partly because she’s terrified that Cathy’s jealousy of her is going to lead to her doing or saying something REALLY bitchy one day and she’ll have to smooth it over and everyone at the school will judge Catalina for being a Bad Guardian but ALSO because she utterly empathises with the feeling of being the New Person who is sort of on the fringes. So she’s sympathetic to Anna anyway and then after the sleepover, she is just also very very grateful to Anna and decides she is going to do everything she can to encourage this friendship because Anna is clearly A Good Egg. (That’s a phrase Catalina definitely wouldn’t use but....I have a compulsion to use it here. So it’s staying.)

To that end, she makes sure to let Cathy know that Anna is very much welcome if Catalina ends up having Anne over, and she sometimes asks Cathy how Anna is doing with fitting in at a new school. And generally she does pretty well because she’s Cool and Nice and Fun. 

Of course there’s always one bitch of a parent- one of the Dad’s is a Farage supporter (because there’s always one) and he goes off to his kid about ‘EU immigrants taking all the jobs’ and then this gets repeated at school and then some other kids join in because....well, it’s raining and they can’t play out so this is a fair second. Anne and Cathy do their best to defend Anna (who makes a valiant effort to defend herself too until it becomes Too Much because actually she sort of does want to go home still? And being TOLD to but not being able to is horrible) but they don’t have an amazing understanding of what’s being said so the kid with the awful Dad ends up sort of getting the better of them, until Anne ends it all by throwing a chair at them. 

That does shut them up. 

Cathy comes home from school boiling with rage at the injustice and at how Anne got into trouble and how even the teacher who told the mean kids off ended up talking to Anna too about ‘fitting in’ and ‘ignoring them’ and how now Anna is really miserable and saying how much she hates being here and how everyone back home is MUCH nicer. 

Catalina decides she’s going to try and help- so she calls the school to let them know that she knows what’s going on (and her opinion of how it was dealt with) and then she has Cathy ask Anna over to play without Anne. Once she’s over, Catalina manufactures a reason for Caty to be out of the room for a bit and then she asks Anna a bit about what she’s been going through. Anna is a bit wary of telling her anything because....well, she’s just this random adult who she’s never talked much to before, but Catalina tells her about how she’s gone through the same thing, how she knows what it’s like. 

Anna breaks down with the guilt- about how she’s being blamed for stuff she doesn’t understand and how much she misses home and then how she feels like she’s not allowed to admit it for fear of seeming ungrateful, and Catalina is VERY reassuring and validating and lets her know that she’s allowed to miss whatever she wants and how she absolutely doesn’t deserve to be harassed by mini xenophobes. Anna really enjoys having a grown up who isnt her parents actually understand and Catalina tells her that she’ll have a chat with Anna’s Mum and that if Anna ever wants to talk to her more about it, she can. 

Anna’s Mum is so grateful for Catalina’s intervention because now Anna has an adult who can not only empathise but also give actual advice AND that Anna doesn’t have to worry about upsetting, and so Anna sort of gets into the habit of calling Cathy and Catalina whenever she’s having a hard time. 

She comes over to play sometimes and she and Cathy and Catalina (and sometimes Anne too) make traditional German deserts and Anna finds the tv shows she misses from home online and it just helps her settle in better. As she acclimatises, she stops calling so much but she and Catalina still have a sort of understanding that Catalina is there if she needs her, in a capacity as more than just ‘Cathy’s godmother’ and it’s all very pure and wholesome.

Jane and Kitty

Jane does everything she can to try to give Kitty the validation and attention that she misses out on- she knows that while Anne’s extroverted nature means she doesn’t get overlooked often, Kitty just sort of blends into the background and people go between either treating her like a toddler and not expecting ANYTHING of her (because she’s four and it’s pretty much always easier to dothings for a four year old than to have them do it themselves) OR they randomly expect her to be able to do things she’s never tried or practised before because ‘that’s what normal kids are doing’. So Jane tries very very hard to give Kitty a space where she can try things and make mistakes and (most importantly) not be punished or blamed for it. She’ll spend forty minutes waiting for Kitty to choose her clothes and dress herself independently because she knows it’s something she needs to be able to do and the only way to learn is to practise. She doesn’t ignore her or anything- she stays right there and is wildly encouraging but she makes Kitty do it herself and makes a big thing out of how only really, really clever big girls can do up all the buttons on their cardigan by themselves and doesn’t Kitty want to show Pink Kitty how clever she is? She also praises her extravagantly for asking to do a thing by herself because she knows she really needs to nurture Kitty’s independence before it’s crushed out of her entirely.

For things like chores also she’ll have Kitty help her as much as possible, even when it DOES mean she has to then secretly go and re do it later. She makes a little apron for Kitty to wear for chores (not because it’s needed but because dressing up just makes everything more bearable) and a slightly bigger one for Anne (who fully gets into a the spirit and likes to pretend that she’s a poor Victorian servant girl being cruelly overworked by her mistress, like Sara Crewe, or an orphan like Annie- and of course Jane indulges her too and will threaten Anne with all sorts of dramatic, hilarious punishments while she sets her to tasks) and a very tiny one for Pink Kitty. Anne’s Mum simultaneously HATES that the girls are being encouraged to do chores like ‘the help’ but also despairs that their bedroom is a mess.

When Jane makes them breakfast or dinner or whatever, Kitty gets her portion and then Pink Kitty gets a tiny portion on a saucer. (When Kitty is brought to Catalina’s, Silver Kitty sometimes gets brought to the table too and is given a crumb-sized portion as well on a plate made from a 5p.)

Jane does all she can to normalise Kitty’s situation for her- she doesn’t want Kitty to feel eithe pressured to feign love and adoration for a mother she never met OR to feel like it’s a secret. She keeps telling Anne’s Mum not to freak out when Kitty gets confused and calls Anne’s Mum ‘Mummy’- she reminds her again and again that it’s just that she’s four and she’s copying Anne and to just gently correct her and move on, and that no, Kitty getting bored when they visit Jocasta’s grave isn’t a horrible sign of her being an uncaring child, it’s just that she’s too little to really get it. She is so looking forward to when Kitty is old enough to actually hear proper stories of Jocasta but for now she doesn’t want to push things.

She is awful for changing the ending of books and turning off films if she thinks they’re getting too scary. Anne didn’t even KNOW Harry Potter was anything other than ‘fun story about wizard boarding school’ until Cathy asked her whether she was scared of Voldemort. Kitty meanwhile has NO idea that there is an extra Mog book where Mog dies- as much as Jane knows that it’s an excellent and child friendly explanation of death, she can’t even think about it without crying herself. Eventually, she gets Catalina to read it to Kitty (Catalina tears up herself but she hides it better; Kitty is fooled, Cathy less so.)

#six #six the musical #six the musical headcanons #the next best thing #TNBT

[marvelousmarvelimagines]

Getting Nervous 

Pairing - Peter Parker x Reader

Summary - Based on the Peter Parker request, Spiderman helps the reader through a panic attack. You haven’t had to walk home by yourself in years because of something that happened in your past, but now you don’t have a choice. You don’t think you can make it, until a certain Spider comes to save the day. 

Word Count - 2,086

Warnings - There’s a panic attack, some mentions of past assault, so if you find any of that triggering, this might not be the story for you. 

Don’t be nervous. 

There’s no reason to be nervous. 

You have your phone, you have pepper spray, you have your backpack to swing at someone. If anyone tries to hurt you, you can take care of yourself. 

So why did your hand keep coming up to your neck to rub away the sensation of being choked? 

You shouldn’t have told your sister it was fine. You knew that now. The bus wasn’t that horrible. It had to be better than this. Of course then you couldn’t stay late studying anymore, or go to your Future Business Leaders of America Club, but anything would be better than expecting to get attacked at every corner you turned. 

The tears building up in your eyes made your vision blurry, and you were torn between keeping your head down to avoid anyone noticing you, and not daring to incase you missed something. This was so stupid. You were so stupid. You had nothing to be afraid of, yet here you were, dizzy with fear of almost dying. 

Again. 

Reaching up to wipe some stray tears away from your face, you almost screamed when someone walking on the sidewalk bumped into you with a muttered apology. You wrapped your arms around yourself tight, trying to tell yourself you were fine, but it wasn’t working. 

You bent over, thinking for a few moments that you were going to throw up right there in the streets of Queens like a drunk stumbling from a bar. Considering how dark it was, people might think you were. 

There was no way you could make it home. 

Stumbling into an alley, you plopped down on the ground, bringing your knees to your chest, and burying your face in them. Your heart was throbbing and millions of thoughts were flying through your head that wouldn’t shut up. 

You wanted it to stop, but they kept coming. 

You’re going to die. He’s going to walk down this alley, and finish what he started all those years ago. Do you hear those footsteps? That’s him. Pretty soon you’re going to hear the whistle . . . The catcall . . . Feel that hand on your shoulder? It’s him. 

Except there really was a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” A too deep voice asked you.

You scrambled backwards and let out a scream as you looked up and found yourself face to face with wide white eyes in a red and blue suit. “Don’t touch me!” You whimpered, hugging yourself. 

“Woah, woah, it’s okay! I’m not going to hurt you!” His voice wasn’t deep anymore. It was normal and what you would expect someone from Queens to sound like. He held out his hands in front of him, palms up as he looked at you. “It’s just Spiderman. Friendly, neighborhood Spiderman.” 

It took several moments before a word was able to slip from your lips. “. . . Spiderman?” You gasped out. 

He nodded. “I saw you run in here and wanted to make sure you were okay. You look like you’re going to be sick.” 

“P-panic attack.” You replied, clutching your chest where it was hurting. “I can’t . . . I can’t breathe.” 

It seemed Spiderman didn’t quite know what to do either. “Um - do you - do you have medicine or something that you can take?” He asked, but you shook your head. “Okay, well, you need to breathe. Take my hands okay?” He said, holding them out to you. 

You looked at him like he was crazy. 

“Trust me.” He said, and you wished you could see his expression through that mask. 

Hesitant, but willing, you reached out and let his gloved fingers entwine with yours. 

“Okay, I’m going to squeeze your hands alright? When I do, I want you to breathe in with me, and when I loosen my grip breathe out. Nod if you understand.” 

You nodded, your hands shaking in his own. Maybe you could do this. It was just breathing, and since you had him to focus on . . . He squeezed your hands so tight it almost hurt, but you breathed in, letting out a shaky exhale as his hands loosened. 

“You can get through this.” He said, as if he could read your thoughts. “Good job.” 

Something about his comforting voice and the way he held your hands helped. It could have also been the fact that you were face to face with Spiderman, the hero of Queens, that helped you feel more safe and secure, but after a few minutes, your breathing did start to slow long enough for you to speak. “I-I’m so sorry.” 

His head tilted to the side as if he was confused. “What are you sorry for?” 

“This . . .” You answered. “I’m sure you’ve got a lot better things to do than helping me.” You told him, looking down at the ground in embarrassment. 

“Hey,” he waited until you looked up at him again before speaking. “There’s nothing more important to me right now than helping you.” He told you, giving your hands a squeeze. 

His words had your heart pounding for a much different reason, but you shook those thoughts from your head. You were not about to get a crush on a Superhero. Especially when you didn’t even know what he looked like under that mask. He could be fifty for all you knew, though his voice made you doubt that. “Well . . . thank you.” 

He gave your hands another squeeze before letting go, and you found yourself missing the warmth, burying your hands in your jacket pockets to try and keep some of it. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” He asked. “You don’t have to! I thought you might want to . . .” 

You leaned against the back of the alley, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. It wasn’t something you liked to talk about, it brought up too many bad memories, but with Spiderman there to keep you safe and protected . . . It didn’t feel as daunting as normal. “A few years ago my mom forgot to pick me up from school, and I had to walk back. I . . . I got attacked. Some bystanders saved me, but still . . . My sister has picked me up from school ever since, but her work schedule changed, and she can’t anymore . . .” You looked back up at him. “I thought I could handle it, but I guess not.” You said with a sad sigh. 

“Well . . . I think it’s cool that you tried.” You looked up at him, disbelief on your face. “You’re brave.” 

Shaking your head at him, you stood up, leaning against the wall for a moment until your balance came back. “Spiderman telling me I’m brave when I’ve been sitting in an alley crying for -” You looked down at your watch and frowned. “Half an hour.” 

“You are though! You tried! That’s better than being too afraid to.” He said as he stood up to join you. 

You let a faint smile form on your face at his insistence. “Guess we’ll have to agree to disagree.” 

Spiderman shook his head, but didn’t argue anymore with you. He took a glance around, and then turned back to you. “Do you - uh - do you want me to walk with you the rest of the way back to your place?” 

“Yes,” you said, perhaps a little too quickly, but you didn’t care. He felt safe, and safe was something you were desperate to feel right now. 

“Okay.” Was he smiling under the mask? You wished you could tell. 

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Don’t be nervous. 

You were afraid your new favorite mantra was going to be effective as it was yesterday. Your sister had been so upset when you came home and told her what happened she had jumped into action, calling anyone and everyone she could to see what she could do about getting you on the bus, but there was nothing they could do until next week so once again, you were walking home. You had skipped your club meeting and studying though, hoping that since it was daylight it wouldn’t be as scary. You were wrong. 

Standing at the gates of Midtown High you tried to force your feet forward, but they wouldn’t move. You took deep breaths, trying to stop a panic attack that you were afraid would come again, when you heard his voice. 

“Hey! Y/N! Wait up!” 

You weren’t moving, but you turned around, a little smile forming on your face as Peter Parker rushed up to you, a little breathless from running with his books in one of his hands. “Hey, Peter . . . Can I help you with something?” You asked him. The two of you knew each other from being in some of the same classes, but it didn’t extend much past that, so you were curious as to what he wanted now. 

“Well, you still live over near Delmar’s right?” He asked. 

“Yeah . . .” You replied, curious about where this was going. 

“Do you mind if I walk with you? It’s been awhile since I’ve stopped and got a sandwich from there.” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. 

A breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding left you, and your whole body seemed to fill with relief. You could feel all the tension leaving you, and a genuine smile popped up on your face. “Yeah! That would be great actually!” 

Peter let out a little nervous laugh, but his smile was adorable. “Awesome.” 

The two of you walked together in silence, and while awkward, it was way better than walking by yourself. You almost found yourself enjoying the walk, your head held high and every once in a while shooting Peter a soft smile. 

“Hey, don’t you have Future Business Leaders of America today?” Peter asked after a few moments. 

“I did . . . I’m going to have to quit though.” When he frowned and gave you a questioning look, you continued. “My sister’s schedule got changed, and she doesn’t want me walking home alone. She’s a little overprotective.” There was no way you were telling Peter the real reason. It was embarrassing enough you had told Spiderman last night, you didn’t want someone you knew knowing how scared you were.

Peter’s brows furrowed together, and he bit his lip. “You know, FBLA is on the same days as the Decathlon Team . . . If you wanted I could walk with you so you wouldn’t be alone.” You were so surprised you stopped moving, turning so you could look at him. “I mean Delmar’s isn’t far from my place either, and I wouldn’t mind at all. If - If that was something you wanted. If you didn’t -”

Why would Peter want to walk with you? After all he was a nice kid, but the two of you hadn’t conversed much other than saying hi or can you pass this pen to Ned. Why was he taking such an interest in you all of the sudden? Then, your mind flashed back to a moment last year in gym class when Ned had yelled something out. The words left your mouth before you had stopped to even consider them. “Did Spiderman tell you to do this? Walk me home?” 

Your words surprised him, that was for sure. He almost tripped over his own shoe laces as he turned to look at you. “W-what? Spiderman?! What - of course not!” He said with a laugh that sounded embarrassed. 

Of course he didn’t, you realized. Peter had probably been lying last year anyway to impress Liz. Besides, you were sure Spiderman had better things to do than worry about you getting home without a panic attack. You shook your head. “I’m sorry, that was crazy. I just remembered you saying you knew him, and I saw him last night.” Not wanting to dive deeper into the subject of why you saw Spiderman last night, you spoke up again. “But yeah, I’d appreciate that. Only if it’s no problem for you.” You added on, biting your bottom lip as you waited for his answer. 

“No, it’s not, I promise.” Peter replied, and you couldn’t help but notice the faint pink tinting his cheeks that you found oh so cute. “It’s nice to have company.” 

The look on his face had your own blush gracing your cheeks and a smile on your lips. “I agree.” And safety. You added to yourself, because like walking with Spiderman last night, somehow walking with Peter Parker made you feel safe. 

Come to think of it, they even sounded a bit alike.

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Bunny’s 200 follower event

request: hi hi!! i just saw ur matchups event and i’m super excited... also idk if i’m doing this right 👀 but uh could i have 2 hq matchups? ☺️ i’m a cancer and most likely an infj! i am pretty loyal to people i’m close eith, but otherwise, i’m kinda quiet and closedoff with others. i’m also pretty sensitive and empathetic when i can be 😖 oh! and uhh some of my hobbies include journaling, crocheting, and hiking/walking. now, as for a s/o, i really admire determined and thoughtful people!! (part one ⛈) (part two ⛈) i also like people who are on the more quiet side, but ngl, i love people with a bunch of energy too... so i mean, i could go either way 😅 and uhh i would NOT like a partner who is too cold or insensitive... or anyone who is too immature 😳 oh, some things i didn’t mention before: i’m kinda short (barely 5’2”) and uhh yeah idk if that means anything loll 👀 anyways that’s it :D tysm!! congrats on 200!! 💕

a/n: I’m happy you’re excited!! And don’t worry you did do this right lol! Thank you and I hope you enjoy! I’m also officially adding you as ⛈ anon so this will be easier for you to track :) hello ⛈ anon okok enjoy lol

Warnings: slight timeskip spoilers!

Reading your request, you have been matched with...

(づ￣ ³￣)づ Sugawara Koushi

Ok so hear me out, YES he’s a Gemini and yes you’re a cancer but this is so perfect on all other levels

This mf has to be one of the most determined and thoughtful people I know

Not to mention I think he’s the perfect balance of quiet but also energetic! And he has company that match both so he’s able to match your energy any day of the week

He’s also not quiet in a boring way ya know?

He will tease you lovingly, but in private cause he doesn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea that they can tease you too or something

He’s also mature in a genuine way, like understanding of other people’s perspectives type mature

Not that faux I’m a dude type mature

Ok anyways onto your relationship

He will shamelessly ask for a crocheted scarf, mittens, and sweater

And he WILL wear them

They can be a set or not doesn’t matter his heart might actually burst if you give him anything of yours that you’ve crocheted

Pls he has a scarf you made him when it starts getting colder outside and one day a kid in his class asked about it and he was so 🤩

It took everything in him not to talk about you and your scarf all day

He simply told them his spouse made it for him and yes every kid immediately wanted one ☝🏼

Your loyalty and dedication to the relationship would mean a lot to him and he’d always be doing his best to show you he is just as dedicated

I feel like he’d do that like trying out your hobbies with you!

He’d totally sit and let you teach him how to crochet and then try his best to make you a scarf it does fall apart the first try and it does defeat him a little but boy is DETERMINED to make you a mf scarf

Ok I’m sorry enough with the crocheting LMAO

He’d love taking afternoon walks with you!

I could totally see you guys taking a little walk around the block or at a nearby park after you’re both off work and just catching up with your days and then making dinner when you two get home

They’re the highlight of his day :)

His students would know probably so much about you LMAO

You bring him lunch ONCE and you didn’t realize his kids would be still be in the classroom and they’re immediately bombarding you, they are also calling you by your first name LMAO

“Hi (y/n)~~~!”

“Oh my gosh can you please~~ make me a scarf!”

“Yeah me, too!”

“Wait wait look what I made you!”

It’s a stick figure drawing of what you think is you and suga on a piece of construction paper that’s your favorite color, why suga told them that you don’t know

Your hair is also rainbow because, they’re children LMAO

And Suga’s just standing there like 🧍🏼‍♂️

But it’s very sweet and it warms your heart to know that he’s always thinking of you :)

Your vibe reminds me of...

Another suitable match for you would be...

(づ￣ ³￣)づ Akaashi Keiji

He’s a bit quieter than Suga for sure, but with the company he keeps - I mean cmon Bokuto? - he’s CLEARLY ok with being energetic or at the very least being around energetic people

Ok with akaashi you’re not getting rid of Bokuto let’s address that first, you’ve just gained a new bestie

He is ALWAYS fawning over you two when you’re all together

Candid vids of you guys are basically all his private snapchat story is at this point

He’s really your biggest fan it’s so sweet, allbeit overbearing at times but he means well ❣️

I’m sorry,... I’m bringing up crocheting again...

If you crochet akaashi anything you have to make a second one because Bokuto will want one too I’m sorry LMAO

SOmtimes he doesn’t fully grasp that not everything involves him in the relationship, he just loves y’all

He wouldn’t cross boundaries though he’s not like that :)

Ok moving on from Bokuto LMAO

You two are that quiet, really gorgeous couple that scares people asjdkskajs

Like seeing you two together in public and you’re both so quiet but OBVIOUSLY love each other with the way you’re so physically close in proximity and the way you keep looking at each other

You two communicate with just your eyes ALL the time, like y’all will basically have full on conversations

You’ll be tired and want to go home to cuddle, and you’ll just look at Akaashi and the two of you will exchange a few glances before nodding your heads and your walking out hand in hand bye

It scares Bokuto

Anyway

PINKY HOLDING

I do see him as a big hand holder in public but he’s also insecure about his hands :(

So I feel like he’d have a habit of holding your hand and then letting go soon after when he gets insecure, and lord help him if his hands are clammy oh no

But you’d be so !!! No let me hold it!!

So you’d just latch onto his pinky one day when he goes to pull his hand away and just share a look

So now pinky hand holding is the norm

Ok he’s the kind of guy who would lowkey like how short you are

Like it’s perfect for cuddle dates

His fav is to lay in bed with you in between his legs and your leaning against his chest, and he’ll rest his chin on top of your head or just hold you there in general while you watch movies on his laptop

Your height is just so convenient for him

Also lowkey loves having to grab things off the top shelf for you and won’t change his habit of putting things up there so he can still grab them for you

One time tho he came into the kitchen to see you climbing onto the counter to grab something from the top shelf and he thought it was cute at the time until he had a bad dream that night about you falling and getting hurt somehow absjskakjdjd

Suddenly things are a bit easier to reach around the house...

Also a guy who loves walks :) early morning ones to school were his favorite cause they always started his day off ~right

Your vibe reminds me of...

I hope you liked this!!! I’d love to hear your thoughts! Good day ⛈ anon!

Requests are open until February 26th 8:00 pm PST

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Oh! I have an ask! So how would Bubba, Michael and Jason react to their s/o getting pregnant. Would they be shocked? Excited? Confused? And how would they comfort her if the pregnancy was somewhat high risk? I’d love to see some fluff or just reactions one shots

This is so cute and soft, I think it turned out nicely! I hope you enjoy it!

Bubba, Michael and Jason with a pregnant S/O

Bubba Sawyer

The news that you were pregnant almost made him pass out. He was terrified and ecstatic and surprised and every other possible emotion all at once.

After an hour of indecipherable squeals from excitement, he’s immediately searching for his family, calling on Drayton and Nubbins and ChopTop to share the fantastic news!

After they know he’ll be right back at your side, promising you take over all of your chores and duties so you can get as much rest as possible.

He always brings you food and water, making sure you’re comfortable and warm but not TOO warm, rushing around every second of the day.

He hardly gets his own chores done because he’s always pestering you, but no matter how many times you try to get him to understand that you’re fine he doesn’t listen. He wants your health and comfort to be up to his standards, which are very high.

If he were to find out the pregnancy was high risk, even the slightest, his care would increase tenfold, he’d never leave your side.

You’d never have to stand, hed carry you! Oh, but walks are good for you and the baby? Alright, as long as he’s there right beside you.

When you finally have the baby he’ll still pester you for a few weeks, so used to you needing his help he can’t stop right away.

Overall, he’s a super dad, and he’ll do anything for you and your baby 💕

Michael Myers

What? What? What? You’re pregnant? How?

It takes a while for him to grasp onto the reality of the situation. He knows how pregnancy works, how the baby is made, but he’s in a state of denial.

Once he finally wraps his head around everything he’s terrified, but there’s no way he’ll show it. In the beginning he doesn’t believe you, that is until your baby bump becomes noticeable.

Then he’s watching you like a hawk every second of the day. Getting groceries? He’ll come, maskless, but he won’t be happy about it (yes he will). A walk? He’ll lurk behind you.

If anyone comes near you he’ll become super tense, especially if they ask to touch your belly. It’s so creepy to him; they shouldn’t be touching your baby, only he can.

100x more jealous, somehow. Any guy who comes too close might just end up dead.

If he finds out it’s a high risk pregnancy, that’s when he shows his fear. He’ll have a nervous breakdown, this being the only time in his entire life that he’s ever had one. His fear scares himself as much as it scares you.

He’ll do everything he possibly can to keep you healthy, he’ll even let some stupid doctor come over to the house to check up on you.

When the baby is finally born, he turns back into his normal self, but he actually becomes a lot more responsible and about 5% more cuddly and romantic than before. He’s just so glad both you and the baby are okay.

Overall, he tries his best, and his best is more than good enough. A surprisingly good father and husband, and he cares for you both a lot more than he lets on. ❤️

Jason Voorhees

The question doesn’t seem to hit him at all at first, like it flew right over his head. You’re pregnant? No way, he’s not that lucky?

When he realizes you’re serious and this isn’t a prank he’s beyond ecstatic, hugging you tightly, then realizing he’s crushing you and fussing over you so badly.

He’ll steal your phone and waste all of your data looking up how to take care of you, even going so far as to walk and sit on the edge of the highway to get cell service if he has to.

He’ll walk you to the dock every day and sit eith you there for hours, as long as you feel like it, just enjoying the day and talking about how much your life is going to change for the better.

The balance between being with you and taking care of trespassers is all over the place. He wants to keep you safe, and he doesn’t know whether the better way to do that is to patrol the grounds more diligently or to be beside you at all times.

Will repaint the nursery all by himself, whatever colour you want and he’ll order and set up all of the equipment.

When he hears the pregnancy is high risk, he keeps the most calm. That’s alright, he’s just gotta work a little harder.

He stops patrolling the grounds almost completely. He only takes one quick scan at night when you’re asleep, and then he feels incredibly guilty and comes home to cuddle you.

When the baby is finally, finally born healthy he’s so relieved. The balance between patrolling and keeping you safe returns to normal, and when he’s with you he’s extra loving and kind.

Overall, he’s a natural father. You don’t have to worry about a thing if he’s here with you. 💘

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