#Miles thinks they're too old but does take them when they ask

[tangyangie]

karma general dating headcanons!

— first of all.. he definitely teases you. way more than anyone else. like, if him teasing the class was a 10 on the scale, you'd be a 26.

— he likes to poke you. there's no specific reason, you're just so.. pokeable. he likes to see your skin smush beneath his finger as you face slowly gets more annoyed. he will stop eventually, if you ask him to.

— he likes to buy you things. he will get you gifts that you've only mentioned once before, as a general thought. it's honestly baffling how closely he listens to what you say.

— he learns as much as possible about your tastes. you like a certain music artist? he's memorized the discography in one day. if he sees you browsing a site on how to make a certain dish? he learns how to cook it on the way to the grocery store to get the ingredients.

— he gives you massages. he notices how tense you may get, and wants to relieve this pressure. but, if you make any noise at all, he'll tease the shit out of you. be prepared.

— he does your schoolwork for you. if you forgot to do an assignment right before class, he'll write down the answers as fast as he possibly can. although korosensei probably wouldn't get too angry, you'd rather not deal with the speech.

— he loves to kiss you. a lot. he will completely engulf your face with his lips, all leading up to a final kiss on the lips and a tap on your nose. he constantly amuses you with this predictable pattern. -- one time, you decided to dodge the final kiss, and he acted so offended. he got back at you, though. you didn't escape him that time.

— he's a very light sleeper. if you move at all, he's waking up. just getting up to get a glass of water will make him jerk awake like the earth is destroying itself underneath his feet. you apologize every time, but no amount of sleeping aids helps.

— he initiates a lot of pillow fights. you say something with a little too much of a teasing smile, and he'll get you back by smothering you with a fluffy pillow. you laugh from underneath, but he'll only grab more to destroy you (with love) until you surrender.

— he makes fun of the characters in movies. you watch a horror movie, and he'll be yelling at the screen for the character not to go back to the door, how stupid they're being, and how he'd totally be able to survive whatever the phenomenon is.

— he's the least clumsy person you'll ever meet. he could probably carry ten gallons of water in paint buckets all stacked over each other on his head for 3 miles, and there would be absolutely no drop spilled.

— he likes to take you on fun dates. you'll both find an old park with a tire swing, and you'll hang out there every day eating oranges while hanging upside down on the monkey bars.

— he's a drama queen. he'll fall backwards theatrically with the back of his hand on his forehead and gracefully land on the grass. all of this because you refused to skip class with him.

— he's extremely protective. i don't think i need to mention this, but if he hears that anyone even laid a finger on you, he'll go pay them a friendly visit. they won't be coming to school for at least a week.

— he steals blankets. although it's mostly when he sleeps, he does it when he's awake, too. you're freezing your ass off? not his problem. (part of him wants you to cuddle up to him and beg him to wrap his arm around you.)

notes: this was so much fun to make!! i need to make more headcanons of random people who i'm thinking of atm..

#screaming in the void #and the void screams back #karma #ass class #assassination classroom #karma akabane #fluff #karma x reader #karma akabane x reader #akabane karma #akabane karma x reader #akabane #karma headcanons #assassination classroom x reader #headcanon #headcanons #dating headcanons #general headcanons #ew #korosensei #y/n #he's a swiftie i know it #reader fic

[llamagoddessofficial]

Have you ever done an au where the boys are farmers? :]

I did once before, but hey. Nothing wrong with more farm. And as a certified country bumpkin who has lived/worked on many a farm in her life, I feel I'm uniquely qualified for this au ;)

It makes sense that all three boys would work on the same self-sustaning farm. 'Cousins' taking care of the same land, and everything. Maybe Mc is the cute girl who lives nearby and finds herself taking up odd jobs for them every now and then, for some spare cash...?

Sans: ... Mc bumps into him a lot, whether she's helping out on the farm or just passing by their fields on her way to somewhere else. He's always friendly, always greets her- always smiling up at her from under his goofy straw hat and telling terrible farm-related jokes so he can grin at her laughter. She can usually spot him napping in a field somewhere; when she asks what he's doing he always says he's 'working'.

To be fair to him, what he's 'working' on is always complete to perfection. All the hay around him has been baled despite no machines in sight, all the vegetables have been pulled and packed into their boxes, all the dirt has been tilled in perfect straight lines. She's got no clue how he does it.

If she's ever working with him (say, they're packing fruit together) he's always trying to encourage her to flunk it and nap with him. He knows all the best resting spots in a mile radius... and when she does crack and nap with him, it's the best rest she's had in a long time.

Red: He's a fieldhand who doubles as a pretty decent handyman. It's not unusual to catch him moving around in oil-stained dungarees with a toolbox tucked under one arm and a cigarette between his teeth, repairing any machinery that needs a loving touch. Other farms occasionally hire him out to repair whatever busted old thing they're not ready to let go of yet, and he's picked up a reputation for being able to repair anything.

... That's not the only thing he's picked up a reputation for, though. Red's got a good relationship with most of the other farms... mostly because he's banged a decent percentage of all the nearby fieldhands. He's famously good with his hands, after all.

Mc likes him, he's charming and somehow manages to smell good despite always being covered in motor oil. He likes to show off to her by helping her with her chores and lifting heavy shit with his big arms... she's flattered by his obvious interest in her. But she's also aware of his reputation, and isn't super keen to get cuddly just yet.

Skull: He mostly handles animals. He's got that quiet, strong demeanour that they like. He doesn't talk to people, or go out much, he's a bit of an urban legend in the area. He's much more comfortable around animals than people; animals don't judge him for how he looks, or expect him to talk, or care that he smells like hide all the time.

Mega crush on Mc from the first moment he sees her, which only exacerbates his usual anxieties around people and makes him super shy. Even though she makes him nervous, he really likes when she drops by the barns to help him with the animals. She's the only one who regularly visits. Silently feeding the chickens while he listens to her talk is one of his favourite activities in the whole world.

While Red's showing off is intentional, Skull tends to show off completely accidentally. He often lifts up stupidly heavy things without thinking; effortlessly slinging several bags of feed onto his shoulders, despite each bag individually being so heavy she couldn't even push one across the floor. He doesn't understand why her face flushes so much when he lifts big bales. Maybe she's been out in the sun too long?

#llamagines #farm au #skull's ideal date would be him sitting silently while u tell him which animals you like

[kairiscorner]

i just want what's best for you. — miles 1610 x reader

summary: no matter how much miles may love you, you still have to get through his mom for you two to be together. first impressions didn't go so well, and now... now you're starting to think she's right about you. but somehow, you both come to an understanding, and... eventually, an understanding can be made between you two. pairing: miles 1610 x gn!reader genre: slight angst + comfort word count: 2,045 request: Could you do a miles (42 or 1610 or both) x reader where his mom isn’t to fond of her but, it’s only because she doesn’t want to see him get hurt. And reader considers breaking up with him and his mom overhears and feels bad. a/n: hello lovely anon !! omg this was really fun to do ngl, I WILL BE SO CRUSHED IF THIS GETS FLOPPED RGHHHHH i will cry bUT ANYWAY I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, AND SORRY FOR THE CRAPPY SPANISH AND PROBABLY OOC RIO, I'M SORRY, I TRIED...........

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

meeting your partners' parents is never easy; it can be fun, if their parents take a liking to you and are amicable--maybe if they see you as family already for them, then you've hit the jackpot. though, in your case, you couldn't be any worse off than that. you did a few things that miles' parents didn't approve of, a few things that didn't settle right with them or made them slightly cautious about you. be it due to how you look, your lifestyle, your manner of speech and nonchalance around them, how you try a little too hard or not enough to get on their good sides--whatever it was, it didn't make them entirely fond of nor trust you, especially with the fact that you were dating their son and they have made it very clear to him: "no dating until you're 25".

they eventually gave in to miles' persuasion that he was 'old enough' to be dating, to be asking you out and going out with you, and being able to spend time with you without having to hide from his parents where he's been and what he's been doing. his father had to vouch for him, after he made miles swear he and you wouldn't be doing anything stupid nor hide anything from them, and though he trusts miles... he has little faith in you, seeing as how you two hardly speak and only exchange nods, glances, and greetings whenever you're around at miles' place. jeff isn't much of a problem for you, though, he's since accepted that his son loves you and that he wants to be with you--but miles' mom, rio, still hasn't come around to that fact.

in complete honesty... every time rio looks at you, you feel like she's glaring at you, staring you down, sometimes outright judging you in her head. miles swears she doesn't mean anything bad with how she looks at you nor how she speaks, even though she may sound dismissive around you. you try to believe miles, even though it does sometimes come off that rio wants nothing between you and her son. but that whole blind fantasy came crashing down around you during dinner one night when rio confronted miles passive-aggressively and a bit subtly on why his grades seemed to be going down and why some nights, he's out of his room when she comes in.

you were going to speak to miles in the kitchen, ask him if he'd like to watch a movie tonight in his room since you two hardly have time for each other these days, but you stopped in your tracks when you heard rio and miles' voices in the kitchen, sounding as if they were arguing over something. you crept close to the doorway, knowing that eavesdropping on their private conversation was wrong, but you wouldn't have stayed if you just didn't hear rio utter your name, followed by: "i don't even know why you picked them, but mijo, i... i have no reason to believe they're not the reason why you're so distracted these days. don't you think that, maybe... they're a bad influence on you?"

a cold stinging feeling shot up your body and spine as you heard rio talk about you like that, with your eyes widening as you realized what she just proposed to miles: she thinks you're a bad influence on her son. miles defended you, however, claiming that he hasn't even been able to see you for days at a time, that you're busy with personal stuff and school--that you aren't a bad influence on him, none of this is your fault. rio tried to hear miles out, but none of it was computing to her; in her eyes, her son was a good boy who couldn't do anything to disappoint her, maybe do a few wrongs here and there, but he'd never let something like a bad performance at school progress, and he would especially quit sneaking out at night after the first few times, right?

"mom, i'm telling you, they're not involved with anything bad, i'm not involved in anything bad! i just... look, i'm..." miles stuttered as he tried to explain to his mother all these anomalous occurrences and his behavior recently, and due to this hesitation, rio's resolve to pin the blame on you had only gotten worse. "mijo, look at me. please, just... tell your mom the truth. i don't want you to get hurt, to jeopardize yourself and your well-being all for some... person you like. what is it you're doing that's distracting you? is it them? it's gotta be them, otherwise you wouldn't–miles! aún no he terminado de hablar, jovencito, vuelve aquí!" rio called after her son as miles had enough and ran off out of the kitchen, feeling frustrated that his own mother couldn't even believe him that neither of you were up to anything bad. if he lied again, she'd be pissed; and if he told her the truth, she'd be even more pissed, it was a lose-lose scenario for him that had no good solution. at least... not one he'd like.

you crept up the stairs and knocked on miles' door, calling out to him in a soft voice. miles opened the door a crack, and once he verified it was indeed you, he opened the door wider and faced you properly. before you could get a word out, he immediately wrapped you in a big hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "man, babe, i'm... oh, am i glad to see you..." he whispered as you hugged him back, a little saddened at what you were about to tell him, about to do to him.

miles pulled away eventually and welcomed you into his room, closing the door behind you two as you he told you could sit down by his bed, as usual. you hesitantly sat down next to him, tensing up a little as you took your seat on his plush bed. he looked over at you with concern tinting his eyes; he reached out for you as you looked down to the floor, away from him. "hey, babe... what's wrong? did i do something, did something... happen?" he asked you as he brushed away the stray hairs on your forehead as you looked at him with sadness filling your frame. you breathed a sigh of reluctance as you fidgeted with your fingers, feeling that if you did this, you'd be doing him and his parents a favor--but on the other hand, you'd be crushing him to bits.

you took in a deep breath and finally exhaled after holding it in for a bit as you gazed back at him, with miles looking at you so anxiously and murmuring if you were alright, if he could do anything to help, but... this was all that could be done now. "miles... you can't be dating me anymore. i'm sorry, it's... my fault." you said in a quieted voice, though the way you said it sounded very vague, miles still felt incredibly crushed and confused by what you meant that 'it was your fault'.

a look of hurt dashed his face as he brought his hand upon yours and reassured you that, no, whatever you meant, it couldn't have been your fault. he tried to comfort you and help you realize that whatever was going on between you two, he'd make up for it. "is it... is it because we aren't able to, y'know, to... be together all the time? is that it...?" he asked you nervously as you shook your head, still looking away from him. miles heaved a little as he tried to calm himself down, rationalize first what could've been the reason why you wanted to suddenly break up with him after he just defended you in front of his mother without you knowing... or... or did you?

how could you explain to miles that a breakup isn't something you wanted, but felt was best for... well, not for you two, but for his parents to quit getting on his case? you didn't hate his parents, not one bit, you understood their concerns if you were in their shoes–but you didn't know what else to do, you couldn't stand seeing miles get chewed out by his own mother for your sake. you sighed as you tried to hold back your tears, as your throat flared up as you kept your sob in and shook your head. "it has nothing to do with you, miles. like i said, it's... it's my fault. i'm sorry, look, i don't... i don't think i'm good enough for you." you tried telling him without breaking down right then and there as miles kept getting his heart pierced in every which way with every word you uttered.

miles tried to understand, but most of all, he kept rambling to you how you both could make it work, he'll be there–it isn't... whatever happened between you two, it isn't your fault. miles teared up a little as he kept holding on to your hand, but his tears finally fell when you let go of his hand and got up to leave. "wait, love–!" he called out for you as you opened the door and, surprise-surprise, his mother was there by the door, listening in on you two with a sad expression.

you yelped when you saw her, with her yelping as well–miles yelped at the both of you yelping, and rio had to tell you both to calm down... no one need to break up with anybody. "i came to say that... that i'm sorry, mijo, and... i'm sorry i've been so cold to you." she said as she looked at you with guilt and remorse in her eyes and tone. she sighed as she leaned against the doorway and looked away from the two of you.

"i don't hate you, i'm just... scared, is all. i'm worried you won't love my boy as much as you say you can, because... i can't control either of you, i can't know what you both do at all times, especially you, miles." she said as she pointed at miles, with miles looking at her with a confused gaze. rio sighed again as she walked over to you and looked up at your eyes, placing her hand on your chin to get you to look at her square in the face.

"i'm sorry if i made it seem like... it was your fault my son hasn't been honest with me–" she said as she shot miles an angry look, "–but you have no fault in this. i'm sorry, just, mother instincts got out of hand." she apologized as you smiled and nodded. "it's okay, mrs. morales..." you said as she smiled. "you know, i kinda like you a little better now. 'mrs. morales', finally..." she said with a smile as you chuckled, with rio telling miles he can still be with you and go out with you if he promises never to sneak out anymore and to get those grades back up.

miles nodded as he told his mom he has to talk to you, alone. "okay, but no locked doors–" "yeah, yeah, got it mom!" miles called out from behind the door as he closed it on her. you rubbed the back of your neck as miles looked down at the ground, the both of you feeling really awkward but pretty relieved at the same time with how that 'breakup' between you two was very short lived.

miles cleared his throat as he began to speak, but you rushed up and hugged him, murmuring how glad you are that you didn't have to leave him. miles reciprocated your hug and whispered back to you he'd never let anybody–not even his own parents–get in the way of him loving you dearly. he was just glad his mom, though very slowly–started to realize you weren't a distraction to him, but someone he cared about.

he understands all she wants is the best for him, but... maybe now was the time he decided what was best for him on his own, and that'd be with you by his side, letting him love you wholeheartedly.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @fiannee @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @onginlove @meowmoraless

#earth 1610 miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #earth 1610 miles morales x you #earth 1610 miles morales x y/n #atsv #atsv miles #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv imagines #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles #earth 1610 miles x reader #e1610 miles #e1610 miles x reader

[incorrectbatfam]

i just read the wayne family adventures chapter that released yesterday and i'm in need of some steph and damian headcanons

They've gotten into the most arguments over who gets to drive the Batmobile

Damian: "I'll drive"

Steph: "You're twelve"

Damian: "And yet I still drive better than you"

Bruce sides with Steph and ten minutes later Damian is gripping for dear life as she goes twenty miles over the speed limit

Steph sends a multiple-paragraph story about her mission abroad with pictures, emojis, and a hundred exclamation points, only for Damian to reply, "k"

Having food around is legitimately stressful because Damian is a growing boy who will eat everything. Steph gets up to grab a drink with her muffin and comes back to a wrapper and crumbs

He offers to pack her lunch when Alfred's hands are too full. Steph takes him up on it, thinking Alfred already made something. She doesn't check her lunchbox until later, when she finds a brick of tofu and Tupperware full of grapes

Steph reminisces about an old TV show and for the rest of the day Damian copies everything she says in an old person voice

Then Damian asks what a Walkman is and it's Steph's turn to pinch his cheeks and talk in a baby voice

Steph: "Robin's the worst"

Goon: "Yeah, he is"

Steph: "You take that back!"

He sold her high school essays online and gave her a 10% cut of the profit

Damian gets a rat and Steph names it Remy, knowing he hasn't seen Ratatouille yet

She uses his head as an armrest

Steph and her friends go out to celebrate finals being over. Damian follows them to the restaurant and keeps sending milk to their table every five minutes

Damian rickrolls her through her AirPods

Steph has a special type of anger set aside for when Damian jams the carnival port-a-potty shut while she's in it

Damian gives her a misshapen rock and says, "It's the egg that hatched you"

Steph: "This is my little brother, Damian"

Damian: "We're not siblings"

Steph: "…As I was saying, this is my little brother, Damian"

She sticks a picture of Damian on the icebox to guarantee it stays cold

*After a big meal* Damian: "I cannot eat another bite"

Steph: "Same. Wanna get ice cream?"

Damian: "I'll drive"

Steph: "Like hell you are"

Damian: "Then I call shotgun"

Steph: "Bold of you to assume we're inviting the others"

Damian has a creative writing assignment for English and Steph offers to look it over, but instead of giving him feedback, she gaslights him into thinking he plagiarized Game of Thrones

However weird the Rogues may be, Damian can guarantee there's something in Steph's camera roll that's even weirder

Jason teaches Damian to swear and Steph un-teaches him by playing the bleeping sound effect every time he does

Steph rents half her storage garage to Damian to store the canoe he found. They're still trying to figure out what to do with it

Damian: "I have to infiltrate a horse ranch and I need you to communicate with your equine brethren"

Damian asks Steph to come to Career Day. She's confused at first because at the time she's a student working a part-time retail job, but shows up anyway. When it's his turn, he brings her up to the front and says, "This is my sister, Stephanie. She doesn't have a degree yet, gets paid minimum wage for a job I can do with my hands tied, and is the only one in my family who doesn't know what she's doing." Steph starts to get annoyed, but then Damian says, "I brought her today because she doesn't let her lack of direction hold her down. She has taught me that it's okay if you don't have a destination and life happens on your own terms, not someone else's."

Steph comes to the Manor one day to find everyone crowded around Damian's door. Dick explains that the person Damian asked to the 8th grade dance ditched him last minute and no one's been able to coax him out—not even Alfred with cookies. Steph goes in and after a while, he tells her about the work he put in (for a middle schooler, aka an ironed shirt and reservations at a place rhyming with Bolive Darden) only for it be a setup to make fun of him. Steph asks when the reservation is and he says it's in twenty minutes. She says she only needs ten and emerges in her old homecoming dress. Then they grab dinner before skipping the dance altogether to go bowling and destroy some unsuspecting 9-year-olds at laser tag.

#damian wayne #robin #stephanie brown #spoiler #batman #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batgirls #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #incorrect quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect dc quotes #dc comics #headcanon #ask #anonymous #tw food mention #tw swearing

[kiris-wife]

by your side | spider socorro

summary: after getting captured by miles quaritch, spider becomes a hostage at the rda. but with a curious young girl secretly visiting him every night, he started to think that things couldn't be so terrible. based on this ask.

genre(s): fluff

warnings: none i guess? they're just purely in love i think that's adorable. this is not proofread, i got too lazy so if you see any mistakes, no you didn't!

there was a big commotion going around the rda base — a human boy, raised by na'vi, was being held hostage in the exact same place you were in. of course you were curious: people say you took a lot after your mother, wanting to know about everything and everyone. how would a human adapt in such different circumstances? could he speak english? how did a baby human end up in pandora? your mind was racing with so many questions. you had to see him now.

but it's obvious no one would let you do that. what could a sixteen year old do to help the operation? you shouldn't even be there; your mother only brought you partly because she had no one to take you in and partly because you begged her to let you come. luckily to you she was an important woman and with the help of a few people they managed to bring you to pandora. the conditions? don't stop studying. don't cause any trouble. keep your nose out of the adult's business.

you couldn't screw this up. being so close to the rda operation, even if it was just as a watcher, could be a big step for your future. so you tried your best to not get caught.

it was the middle of the night when you decided to go out of your shared room — your mother was a heavy sleeper so the chances of waking her up were almost zero. quickly typing in the password of his little kind-of-room-kind-of-prison, you couldn't keep your excitement to yourself.

"hey." you said closing the door behing you. "i know you're awake. i'm not quaritch. i'm not working for the rda either – wait, do you speak english?"

he turned his face to you with an startled expression — spider had so many questions. what was a teenager doing there? and why were you talking to him in the middle of the night? you had to be lying. there was no way you didn't work for them.

"um... my name's y/n. i know this might sound strange but i find you really interesting. my mom works here, you know. she's a scientist. i'm sorry about the way you were treated by them earlier... i mean the torture and stuff." you were getting closer to him, trying to keep things friendly.

"so you came here to apologise for your mother's actions?"

"sort of. i kinda want to know more about you. but i wanted to apologise for that too, yeah." now you were next to his bed. "miles, isn't it? can i sit down?"

"it's spider. nobody calls me that." he said giving you enough space to sit beside him.

"so... spider, how are you feeling? i mean... you were raised by na'vi and now there's just... so many humans. this must be confusing."

"there's humans where i live too. i'm not an animal, y/n."

"right, sorry. it's just that this is new to me. i didn't know humans lived in pandora. my mom does everything to keep me clueless about the operation — it's not like i should be knowing something, but i just want to learn more. people treat me like an outsider here, it's so annoying."

being an outsider. the boy knew a thing or two about feeling out of place. of course you were in different situations, but he could relate to your feelings in a certain extent.

"what are you even doing here? in pandora, i mean. you're like... my age? shouldn't you be at the earth?"

you shrugged. "i didn't have anyone to take care of me back there. and i really wanted to meet the operation. i want to follow my mom's footsteps, being a scientist and all."

you and spider kept talking about your differences and about pandora the whole night: he had so much knowledge to share, even if it didn't seem like it. he told you about the fauna and flora, the natives traditions and religion, and about himself too. he was quaritch's son. well, not this quaritch. the human one — you knew about the story. the colonel's memories were transfered to an avatar once he died.

you, on the other hand, explained to him how things worked at your home planet: the animals it had (he got really interested in monkeys and dogs), the organized society, and how the earth was dying. you talked about your hopes and dreams of a better planet and how much you wanted to make you mother proud. before you knew, it was almost morning and you had to leave before someone catched you with him.

"it's getting late, i have to go. but i'll be back tomorrow if you want me to? we can talk more."

the blond smiled at you — it was good knowing someone in this hell of a place, maybe making a friend even. "i'll see you tomorrow. take care of yourself."

...

a few weeks passed since you started visiting spider. you soon became really close — it was like you were a planet he was orbiting over. the boy was constantly thinking about you, craving for your attention; you became the center of his little universe.

he paced around his room impatiently. you were late. he didn't know what time it was, but he knew you should be with him already. you always came shortly after all the lights were turned off, maybe 20 minutes later. 30, if you were feeling scared of being caught. but it felt like hours already, and there was no sign of you.

the boy sat down on his bed. "im being pathetic" he though. it was impossible for such a smart and beautiful person as you falling in love with him. and there was the fact that you were from two different words — there's no way you wouldn't take this into consideration when getting closer with him. you wouldn't leave everything you know to be with him; he wasn't enough.

soon, he heard the sound of the keys being pressed, snapping back to reality.

"spider. sorry i'm late. my mom couldn't sleep so she kept talking with me until she felt tired. im really sorry i made you wait!"

that was a lie. you mother always fell asleep right after she hopped on the bed. the real reason you didn't come earlier it was because you knew that you were falling for miles socorro. and at this point you could do nothing to stop it. laying on the bunk bed you kept debating with yourself if you should just start to avoid him. he didn't feel the same, and it would never work out anyways; you knew how loyal he was to the na'vi and specially the sully family. it was only a question of time until he could find a way to escape the base and come back to his normal life. without you.

the thought of being separated made your heart ache. how could you become so attached to someone in such a short period of time? as your mind drifted back to the thought of being far from spider, you couldn't help but give him a tight hug, trying to fight back the tears forming on the corner of your eyes.

that was the first time you hugged.

his knees felt like jelly, trembling hands resting on your back. "why are you doing this? not that i'm complaining..."

"sorry. i'm sorry. it's just that i... i've been thinking." you said, not letting go of him. it was like you were scared he was going to disappear if you did so. "your place is not here, spider. you belong with the na'vi in the forest. it's not fair what they're doing to you. but is it selfish of me to wish that we could continue together?"

the boy tightened his grip on you. "but we can. come with me."

you went silent for a second. he didn't mean that, did he? it was insane, leaving all that you knew behind — your brilliant future, your mother, the place you called home — for a boy. but at the same time, it felt right. being with spider felt right. and it didn't matter if you were in the forest, the base or the earth. as long as you were with him, anywhere felt like home. "promise me you'll always be by my side. if i go with you, you can't leave me behind. don't forget about me."

translation: don't fall in love with someone else.

he broke the hug and looked at you, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear. "are you kidding me?" spider smiled. "how could i ever leave you? i'm not that dumb, y/n. you're the most amazing person i've ever met."

now it was your turn to smile; you knew it was hard, dropping everything just to be with him. but at the same time you had this gut feeling that it was going to be worth it. you didn't know how or when you were going to do it yet, but you had each other, and it's all that mattered. getting on your tiptoes, you placed a kiss at the top of his head, stroking his cheek with you thumb.

"ill always be by your side, spider socorro."

"and i'll always be by yours, y/n"

authors note: i hope this doesn't suck too much... i lowkey hate this scenario but i really wanted to give spider some love, my boy deserves it! i don't know if it's too long or rushed, i tried to fit everything that i wanted to happen in just one chapter bc i don't really feel like writing a pt two for this one, sorry.

likes + reblogs are appreciated! ♡

#spider socorro #spider socorro x reader #miles socorro #miles socorro x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #lo'ak x reader #jake sully x reader #kiri sully #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #miles quaritch #atwow #avatar #atwow kiri #atwow fluff #atwow x reader #jake sully atwow

[raviollies]

Been a while since I did a summary so here's one of the later sessions (this one written by me muhaha)

So for a couple weeks now the party has found a shapeshifter village to stay in while Arameia gets her Character Moment by bonding with the other werewolves and seeing what they can be like (and hey maybe it's not as bad of a curse as she thinks)

If anyone remembers, a WHILE ago, Arameia broke Raha's glaive when in werewolf form, so it was time to finally fix it up. So my session begins with the party going to a blacksmith that's out of the village, few miles out, a recluse. He is said to be a master and proficient in Elven style of blacksmithing - when they find the forge all the windows are closed, were it not for the smoke from the chimney it would look abandonded.

At first the half-elf blacksmith Greiolf refused entry, but upon hearing that it was for an Elven weapon, reluctantly he let them in. Inside the house is dark, and he forced the party to kinda shuffle in instead of opening the door fully (hint hint).

While inspecting the weapons, by accident, another person reveals themselves in the house, his adoptive daughter, a (seemingly) half-elf woman named Alphienne. The gang is asked to gather the materials necessary to do the repairs (Specific type of wood for Raha's glaive as an example), but since it's late they're welcome to stay for dinner.

During the dinner, the gang really bonds with the small family. Arameia especially, since she herself has an adoptive father, who she left in order to protect from herself. She really likes this old man. Alphienne having lost her parents in the war, and Greiolf being an ex soldier, preferring to keep to himself. He walks with a limp from a recent injury so he requests the party to gather water from a near by well and firewood in the morning. Oddly during the dinner, Alphienne does not seem to eat much, if at all. She cleans up the plates with shaky hands before leaving to wash them followed by Arameia - who to test a suspicion, cuts her hand. Alphienne turned away but did not do anything else, leaving Arameia to shrug and walk back.

After spending the night in the wagon, the gang did as requested, walking to get water and firewood, but seeing a nearby stream, decided to also catch some fish so the family had some fresh food (Raha gathering things like mushrooms and herbs instead). On their way back, they noticed the smoke was no coming from the chimney, and when they stepped in the forge was quiet...empty, and bloody. The repaired weapons lay on the table, but no sign of either of the two occupants.

Following the trail of bloody footprints and handprints, they come upon a grisly scene. Greiolf, disemboweled and Alphienne, a vampire spawn, sitting empty before his body, her whole body stained with blood. It's not hard to deduce that she had murdered him in her hunger. She explains shakily, that she hasn't eaten in several days, or maybe even over a week (Vampires that live off animal blood need nigh daily feeding), that she has no idea how to hunt, and that Greiolf's injury prevented him from hunting too. That the blood from yesterday, made her lose it, made her focus on her hunger, remembering the taste of it.

So the dilemma set over the party: to spare her and leave, or to punish her for what she has done. Raha and Blythe chose to leave, they saw it as an act of survival. If they are paid to hunt her later, they will, but they are not arbiters of morality to be carrying out a sentence for her.

Lorelai did not wish to leave, forced to confront her possible future, and her past, having also accidently slaughtered her father. She wanted her gone, to prove that she isn't a wild animal and can control herself unlike this spawn.

Arameia wanted to slay her for her own feelings, having seen Greiolf as similar to her own father, it was hard not to imagine him there instead, broken and slain, perhaps even by her hand had she stayed. She wished to punish her for taking away such a person. But ultimately, she decided to not pursue further bloodshed.

Eirwen also wanted to do something, in her eyes leaving her behind puts innocent people at risk, that she will feed on others, and more blood will be spilled, but she too was unwilling to stain her own hands to carry out this kill.

They ended up leaving, the forge now empty sans it's final lonely occupant. In the inn, it was a heavy conversation, everyone sharing their thoughts and perspective. That they left a dangerous beast, that will hunt others - but if you do not wish her to hunt, then kill her, but you cannot. That is being a spawn a death sentence should you be untrained in combat? What qualifies as someone 'innocent'? After all they slay many a person on their travels.

Lorelai revealed the reason she is traveling, the past with her father to the party, saying that she cannot pass judgement on her ultimately, despite her feelings, since she is the same.

And so the two beasts and the cleric are at impasse of what they shall do should the harrowing day for their own test come.

Some fun DM things I hid throughout the game for funsies:

Greiolf being a soldier and Alphienne having lost her parents to war was intentional, as it is left ambiguous as to what side he was on, and how much he had participated in that. It is implied he took her in out of guilt

The bloodied forge and the victims showed no signs of struggle. There was no blood under Greiolfs fingernails, and Alphienne bared no injuries.

The fishing trip was meant to instill a feeling of guilt - if they had come earlier would this have been prevented? In truth yes and no. Sure they could have held this off for another day, but what about tomorrow? Or next week? This was a tragedy that was in motion long before they came

Likewise, whether or not Arameia's cut actually played a role in causing the incident in a domino effect is also left up to interpretation.

Despite being Half-Elf, throughout the dinner Greiolf kept referring to Elven blacksmiths as 'they' rather than 'we' - when pointed out by Eirwen he shrugged and just said he didn't feel as though he belonged with them. This was a reflection of an attitude Raha also encountered.

This attitude was also the reason he wished to work on Elven weapons, as he rarely got an opportunity, as a Half-Elf.

Closed windows, the door opening aside, Alphienne was portrayed as being extremely jittery, stumbling over her words, un-coordinated and looking fatigued - signs that she was starving.

Killing Alphienne would have actually not caused any difference or change, as she leaves after this.

#Hi this is long but I enjoyed what I did here enough to wanna share it ughuu #its a much less comedic session than we've had in a long long time but I wanted to bring back the gloomy tone :>

[k9effect]

Headcanon that Maverick adopts a retired base security dog once he retires, who unintentionally helps with his PTSD

He's wanted a dog his whole life, but his job negated that as a possibility. He loved his old family dog (the one we see in the photos on his bedside table in TG86) but he joined the navy so young he never got to have one of his own. After about a month of retirement and just sitting around completing small project after small project and waking up most nights to nightmares (about the accident of 86 and the uranium mission and darkstar, the list is endless) he decides he needs some routine company. Obviously Bradley and the rest of the dagger squad are working and when they're not he can't ask them to hang around for their whole leave, they have lives, so he goes to the Hard Deck a bit and hangs out with penny. There he sees Theo again and remembers how much he wants a dog. Maverick comes from foster homes and child care, so he's not entirely keen to just adopt from a breeder, he wants to rescue a dog. It's actually Hondo who puts the idea in his head about the retiring Top Gun base security dogs who will need homes. So he puts his name on a list. Two months pass when he gets an unexpected call from Top Gun. He panics a bit, thinking they've dug up some old dirt on him, but instead it's a nice woman telling him that a lovely eight year old, female belgian Malinois named Astrid who is retiring in a week, needs a home. He jumps on the opportunity, saying yes and immediately going out to buy everything he'll need, toys, beds, treats, the best brand of dog food. He feels a little over prepared in the end, like he has too many things. He does as much research into malinois as he can in the interim. He attends the retirement ceremony after everything is arranged and the hand over is seemless.

He now owns a dog.

Adjusting to life with a high energy working dog takes him a couple days, but they settle into a routine nicely. She joins him on his early morning 5 mile runs around his property, they do training sessions in the afternoons, he takes her into town for long walks. It's the first night he has a nightmare after he adopted her that he realises this was the best decision of his life. He can't breathe and he's sweating and he's panicking again, but suddenly he feels this gently pressure on his thigh and it brings him back to reality. Astrid had gently rested her head on him, applying careful pressure to ground him. He made sure to reward her for that, a few treats and lots of love. He made sure she knew she was welcome to sleep in the bed from then on. She was always keeping an eye on him after that. Maverick likes to think he needed her just as much as she needed him. They became inseparable. She went everywhere with him. Bradley was stoked that Mav had gotten a dog, coming around more to play with her often. It warms Maverick's heart to see them together.

These days, you can often find Maverick taking long walks along the beach at sun set, throwing the ball for Astrid while he watches the Top Gun students return from their afternoon hop. He thought he would hate retirement, but Astrid gave him a reason to look forward to every day

#sam rambles #top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #tgm #maverick #pete mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #rooster #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #dagger squad #Headcanon #hc #astrid (oc)

[scribespirare]

If you're up to it, can you write insecure or guilty Miguel? Do I want guilty Miguel after his hesitation in your omegaverse story? Yes, yes I do. And are you keeping us, readers, fed? Yes, yes you are.

hello yes, i'm so happy to keep y'all fed >=3 this is rly helping me get out of my writing slump

anyways, i wasn't entirely sure which of the omegaverse ficlets you were talking about since there's two of them. i ended up picking the first one i wrote, about Miles wanting to be collared.

for anyone who wasn't read those ficlets, you can find them here and here. that second link is the collar one.

The guilt hits when Miguel is out shopping. Maybe it's how mundane the task is, standing there in a supermarket in Nueva York with it's harsh fluorescent lights and faint cheery but stale music. Maybe it's the plastic of the collar he's holding, plain white and smoothed into an unpleasant slickness, like it's got a thin layer of oil on it.

What the hell is he doing? Buying a collar for a fifteen year old Omega as some kind of show of ownership. It's not uncommon for Alphas to collar their mates; they're naturally possessive that way. But those collars are engraved or have tags to prove ownership. Only unbonded Omegas wear the kind of plain collar Miguel is looking at. Which just goes to prove that Miguel knows exactly how wrong what he's doing is.

Miles is too young, and Miguel too old. What's he trying to play at, pretending this relationship could ever work out? No matter how amazing Miles smells (bright and warm, like sunshine and spices), or how attractive his growing body is, the coltish legs, the broad shoulders he hasn't quite filled out yet, the stubble he'll need to start shaving soon. None of it is an excuse for what Miguel is doing.

And still he stands there, staring at the stupid collars.

Does Miles even want this? a voice in his head asks. An angry Alpha was bearing down on and manhandling him, of course he'd say something to placate you.

Miguel winces internally and shies away from the thoughts. They fit too well with the guilt he was already stewing in, making him feel like some kind of lecherous pervert. Exactly like the kind of Alpha he's always hated.

With a faint growl of annoyance he snatches a black leather collar off the shelf, lined with soft red velvet, and stalks towards the registers. Several Beta women scatter from his path, and the faint flashes of fear he sees on their faces makes that guilt twinge all over again. He's not a monster but fuck does he feel like one sometimes.

oOo

Miles is passed out on Miguel's couch in his HQ apartment when Miguel gets back. He looks soft in sleep, if not a little ridiculous. Splayed out with limbs slightly too long for him all askew. It would be a calming sight, Miles in his home and safe, if not for the livid bruise on his throat.

What had Miguel been thinking? That's just the thing though, he hadn't been. Seeing Miles being chased after by other Alphas just brings out the worst in Miguel, gets him growling like a dog with its hackles raised. No thoughts in sight besides mine and protect and mate.

"I can feel you staring at me, stop it," Miles murmurs suddenly. He doesn't move besides slitting one dark eye open. "You're so weird, old man."

Miguel doesn't wince. He's not a man who flinches from anything. But the words old man still ricochet inside his brain. Maybe now's a good time to try and talk to Miles about this, see if he can't chase the teen off before Miguel does more damage than he already has.

Sighing, Miguel drops the collar on his coffee table then shoves Miles' legs out of the way so he can sit on the couch. Miles squawks at the rough treatment but scrambles until he's sitting up all the same.

"What's gotten into you? You're grumpier than usual," Miles snarks. Then he pauses, looks closer at Miguel, and all that teenage rebellion melts away. Concern takes it's place, his brow knitting and mouth pulling down. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Miguel shakes his head. "No, I just...I think we should talk."

That only makes Miles' eyes go wide. "Uh, you know that's like, the most panic inducing thing you could ever possibly say to someone, right?"

"Cállate," Miguel snaps, unable to help the harshness of his tone. Realizing he's behaving exactly how he doesn't want to, he groans and drops his head into his hands, elbows planted firmly on his knees. "Fuck, Miles, I'm sorry." The words are sour on his tongue.

"Uh..." Miles says, then Miguel can feel the couch shift as the Omega moves closer. "You're kind of starting to freak me out here, big guy. What's going on?"

"What's going on is that I'm not good for you, Miles," Miguel says without lifting his head.

There's silence for a moment. Miguel isn't really sure what he's expecting; Miles is as tenacious as a pit bull once he's sunk his teeth into something. He's not going to just walk away from this quietly.

But Miguel is the adult here and he's got to stick to his guns.

A hand on his shoulder makes the muscles in Miguel's arm jump before he can settle himself. But instead of the harsh words or tantrum he's expecting, he gets, "Miguel, tell me what you're thinking. Please?"

Miguel lifts his head in surprise, turning to stare at the teenager beside him. Miles looks concerned and sympathetic, leaning into Miguel's space with zero hesitation. Like he has no fear of Miguel at all.

Breathing out harshly through his nose, Miguel sits up straight and rolls his shoulder to knock Miles' hand off. "I'm thinking that I'm a brute of an Alpha and you're an Omega who's way too young to know what he's getting into."

Once again, he's expecting some kind of tantrum. He's seen before how much Miles hates being talked down to or treated like a child. So much of his personality is just him trying desperately to grow into the man he's going to be, but it's too soon and he can't seem to see that.

But once again Miles surprises him. He doesn't blow up, though he does roll his eyes. But seconds later he's sliding into Miguel's lap, straddling the Alpha with ease and balancing himself with hands on Miguel's shoulders.

"I'm not sure where this sudden bout of insecurity is coming from, but it ain't a good look, babe," Miles says, voice teasing and light. "Let me tell you what I see from where I'm sitting. You're a good man, a good hero, and a good Alpha. The best I could ask for, honestly. And yeah you're a bit of a brute sometimes, and overly possessive, and a massive pain in my ass, but those are part of your charm, too. I'm sure I piss you off all the time." Miles pauses, eyebrow raised and clearly inviting a response.

Miguel scowls, unwilling to play this game. "That's not-"

"Don't you dare say any of that's not true! It is and you damn well know it." When Miguel doesn't interject again, Miles continues. "I like that you're older than me, too. It makes me feel safer and better cared for. And I'm not too young to know what I want in a mate. I want you and I'm not gonna settle for anyone less. I fought this whole damn organization once and I'll do it again, your ass included, just to be your mate. ¿Comprende?"

The words tumble over themselves in Miguel's mind, his guilt warring with his absolute adoration for the boy sitting in his lap. Miles is so terribly tempting and he doesn't even seem to realize it most of the time. Most. He definitely knows it right now, the way he's peering up at Miguel through his lashes.

When Miguel doesn't respond after a moment, Miles rolls his eyes again, then leans back so he can grab the collar Miguel bought off the table. He makes an appreciative noise while he turns it over in his hands.

"This is tight, good choice," he says, pulling the tag off. Then he holds it out to Miguel. "Now collar me, Alpha."

The words send a jolt through Miguel, so strong his body jerks with it. He's not sure when his hands found Miles' hips but they're there now, squeezing hard enough he knows it has to hurt, but Miles is just smiling at him.

Fuck, there's no winning is there? Miguel can guilt trip himself all day long, can tell Miles that he's the adult here and needs to make the correct decision for both of them, and it won't matter.

Because he's so fucking gone on Miles that it isn't funny.

"Brat," Miguel growls, and snatches the collar away. "Eres un dolor en el trasero, you know that? Tambien un incordio."

Miles just laughs, because he really is a brat, and tilts his chin up obligingly as Miguel holds the collar up. "I don't recognize that last word. Incordio? What does that mean?"

"It means nuisance," Miguel grunts, tightening the black leather until it's snug but not uncomfortably tight. "Because you're the biggest nuisance I've ever met."

"Eh, I've been called worse. Try better."

"One of these days I'm going to take you over my knee," Miguel says somberly. "Maybe then you'll learn some manners."

"Kinky," Miles laughs, tilting his head back down and reaching up to touch the collar. "I really like this, by the way. Thank you, Alpha."

Miguel isn't a monster, and for some reason Miles actually makes him feel like that's true for once. The brat.

#asks #anonymous #flowerfang #requests

[suitsusboth]

I'm rereading the original Lovelights, loving every minute of it!

Do you think you would be able to write a one-shot about The Game!? I would love to know how that went down, especially since it was Anthony's first time back in who knows how long, and Kate's first time playing it. Has she practiced her skating enough to be Aubrey ready? Do they end up on the same team? Or are they on opposite teams and dominate? How do you see it going down? ♥️

I think the first year Kate witnesses the game, Daphne's surprise announcement very much overshadows everything. The family is shocked. Even more so when, somewhere in-between being asked a hundred questions a minute, Daphne lets it be known the father will not be involved. Anthony doesn't say much after that. Daphne thinks he's deeply disappointed in her, and to herself decides she doesn't need his approval. It's her life. It's her baby.

(Spoiler alert, he isn't disappointed. He's worried about his sister. She might not have said it, but someone has hurt her. Daphne believes in romance and true love. He knows, whoever this guy is, has let her down. And this baby.)

But it does cause a bit of a rift for a while (until Anthony uses his words.)

But, let's have a peek at that first year, hm?

The next morning, bright and early new years day, Kate and Anthony are drinking coffee in bed, with Eggnog laying at their feet. Anthony's phone buzzes.

"Who is it?" Kate asks, taking another sip. Anthony's frowning at his phone.

"Colin. They're all heading to the game."

Silence spread between them. They hadn't talked about it yet. Daphne. It had been a shock, Kate knew that. And as expected, when surprised, Anthony got quiet. He needed to process. This is also new— them. She wasn't completely sure what she should be doing, especially when it came to his family. They had left not long after midnight and Daphne's announcement. When they got back they had gone to bed soon after.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she eventually asks. It seems like a good place to start. It at least let him decide.

He shrugs. "What's there to talk about?"

Kate purses her lips, but refrains from saying anything. Anthony's phone buzzes again, and he sighs.

"We don't have to go," she tells him softly, resting her chin on his shoulder. He's quiet for a moment until he lets out a small smile, and plants a kiss on her forehead.

He shakes his head, and looks at her with a brightness in his eyes again. "No. Let's go."

And they're glad they go. Anthony digs out his old high school hockey jersey for Kate to wear (she's thrilled even though no one will see it under her coat

And they're glad they go. Anthony digs out his old high school hockey jersey for Kate to wear (she's thrilled even though no one will see it under her coat— furthermore, she takes it back to Manhattan and becomes one of her favourite things to wear around her apartment. Anthony likes it too. Particularly when she doesn't wear pants with it.) Everyone is there except Eloise and Daphne. Eloise, fighting a hangover. Daphne, did not want to come. No further explanation was given by Mrs. Bridgerton and no one pressed. Colin, Gregory, Hyacinth and Anthony were playing. Benedict was also fighting a hangover, but he was doing so in sunglasses in a camper chair, sipping an Irish coffee did not join in.

The Game took place on a frozen pond a few miles from town. A lot of people showed up, mostly to spectate though. It seemed only the real talented skaters, who could take a hit, played. There was the blue team, which Bridgertons were on, and the blue team. There was also, seemingly from what Kate overheard, a lot of betting on the side from the townsfolk (Mrs. Agatha seemingly being the ringleader and/or bookie of this event— who in turn gave Kate a wink when she saw her arrive, fingers intertwined with Anthony's.)

Anthony had not been exaggerating when it came to the chaos and brutality of The Game. It was basically a WWE match on ice. Henry tried to referee, but no one seemed to listen. The puck couldn't be seen half the time. But Hyacinth did manage to take out at least three men in their mid to late forties.

It was a mad, and fun, and Kate doesn't think she's laughed that much, ever.

Years later, when Kate was better at ice skating and the Bridgerton family had grown exponentially, they started their own version of The Game on New Years Day on the Farm. They had a rink after all. Some years they were rivals (Kate having the most number of wins, mostly because she 'played dirty'). Some years they were on the same team (Undefeated, suck it Hastings). Most years ended in bruises and big smiles. Only once or twice in tears (usually one of the kids). But they did it every year, and every year they were grateful to have this big, mad, wonderful family and the farm.

#lovelights au #asks #:)))))))))) #one day i will write daph and simons story #and one day i'll continue kate and anthony's in this universe #but they just have a happy little family on the farm :)

[zilabee]

John: I have a complaint as a director of Apple Paul: Mm? John: No bog paper! Paul: Oh yeah? John: Terrible disgrace. Paul: They've got pink upstairs. John: Have they? Paul: Yeah.

- They're so happy listening back to themselves playing old rock n roll numbers. It's disgusting. Having a fucking dance. George grinning his stupid face off. I hate them.

- George suggests they do a 'Beatles' Dance Album' of oldies, and John says 'Yeah, the Beatles' Fab Faves'. (how even dare they suddenly work out what the whole project should have been on day 18 ffs. Gather for a few weeks, work out great versions of the songs they fucking love, and then do a show of them. Either to a lovely dance hall with a happy audience, or - if george threw a mood - something arty where you play them all in different places with different weird setups. Anything. God it would have been everything.)

George: It was really swinging yesterday! Glyn: Oh, it's beautiful!

- In the audio today Paul admits that he doesn't know how to drive on motorways and just stays in the outside lane all the time, which is just a weird normal bit of thing that I'm happy to know about him. I love that he knows he's obnoxious to the police but doesn't care. And then his tax disk was out of date, and John is confused because surely the office sort that out, but no they don't apparently. The lovely bits of Get Back are worth dying for.

- All of the thing totally justifies the way fic writers have been writing music sessions for decades. They're literally never saying anything more meaningful than "It does work that bit, the bit before that bit, y'know, but then this bit's a bit-" "yeah" and "It needs to be flatter, you know, a bit hand gestures" or "It's just very ploddy."

John: It's such a high when you get home... I'm just so high when I get in at night. George: Yeah, it's great, isn't it? John: I just - you know, that bit like on acid, where you see a little hand miles away. I was just sitting there listening to the last takes: 'What have I had? What have I had today?' You know, I ask her, 'Have we had anything?' Yoko: You're just high in general.

(the acid bit of this is missing in the book, with no indication they missed it. so thanks to @amoralto for that bit.)

- It's nice when they do talk about the ways that being together so much and playing every day is really working. Like George saying a bit ago how he can feel his fingers getting loose. And he's obviously writing loads, and sometimes things are starting to resolve even. John's really getting into it too, and not wanting to leave at night. There's loads of it that's really good for them. (I do think office hours is a mistake, but if they were doing sort of two to ten each night, it might be finer. Or if anyone was just well enough to cope with themselves.)

- George quizzing Billy about what chords are what. Paul really getting into Old Brown Shoe. George's smile when it's all lovely.

- I know I said so just yesterday but still and again I so much love how much Billy responds to Paul responding to music.

Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a cleaner, but she was a frying pan.

- I love the little shot of John helping people move furniture.

- When they start getting all fussed about the setup and the mics and the PA and the sound and they can't hear it right and it's all a disaster, a dreadful disaster, but they've got George Martin. Who just very calmly tells them what's wrong, and tells them he'll fix them. And then when they start a new thought, he very calmly tells them what's wrong and tells them he'll fix it. Then he gives them little jobs to do - let's open the piano for a start. Amazing. Impeccable. Pure. Imagine how much we might all achieve if George Martin was there to calmly tell us what was wrong and how to fix it.

GM: It doesn't matter particularly about Ringo hearing the piano does it? John: No it doesn't matter about him, we never take any notice.

- John working with Paul on how to phrase the 'I guess nobody ever really loved me' bit in Don't Let Me Down. Fuck off, both of you.

Beatles: [playing nonsense] Glyn: You do realise this tape is costing you two shillings a foot? George: Costing EMI. We're EMI artists, man, no?

- <33333 All the tech staff having their little jam while the Beatles are off at lunch. HEAVEN. Best bit of the entire thing. They could have their own little spin off show, where they just sit in small rooms and talk about (a) how awful and difficult the Beatles are, (b) how there's still too much bass and (c) how nice it might be to kiss Paul McCartney just theoretically.

- Okay so Paul playing Strawberry Fields on the piano in the most beautiful voice he has, and John not looking at him… that happens, that's something that happens, and which I have no feelings or words about.

- You see now today they're pretending they couldn't possibly edit anything and GM is laughing at them when he ought to just stab them and let them bleed out. They're so impossible. I have genuinely no idea what any of them want this thing to be or why they want it, or if they all think someone else wants it.

- PLAY SOMETHING ELSE. If I was the control room I would have just switched them off.

- If they want to record everything in one take, they need to go back to the top ten club and rehearse the numbers for seven months and then come back and grin at the cameras. George is allowed in Germany, and they wouldn't need a boat.

[Paul worrying they don't have a good take of Long and Winding Road yet] Glyn: I think it's very tasty - tres tasty in fact Paul: Oh, the little version we had? George Martin: He's so good for your morale, this boy. Paul: SHUT UP GEORGE MARTIN, LET HIM TELL ME MORE THINGS HE LIKES ABOUT HOW LOVELY I AM.

#get back #get back january #get back words

[wiseatom]

ficlet in which mike and lucas bike to will's house in the rain and pound on the door begging forgiveness exactly like in canon, but will is actually inside and opens the door and they're forced to ACTUALLY apologize to his teary face.

hi! you are literally so evil and vile for sending me this, but i am just as evil and vile for writing it. the idea is that will destroys castle byers and returns back home, and that’s when lucas and mike show up. i hope you enjoy! (send me byler/st prompts if you’d like)

Will’s only just made it back inside when Mike and Lucas finally catch up to him.

He startles at the sound of the first fist coming down against the door, three rapid-succession knocks that make the wood rattle in its frame. The muffled sound of his own name follows soon after, then something else he can’t quite make out over the sound of the rain and the raw, desperate cry that forces itself out from his chest without his permission. His wet clothes cling to him like a sticky second skin, Castle Byers lays in ruins in the woods with the rest of his stupid childhood, and he doesn’t want to answer the door.

An assault on the window joins the one on the door, and Lucas’s voice joins Mike’s as they both strain to be heard over the storm. Will grips the sweatshirt in his fists – an old one of Jonathan’s, faded and frayed but soft all the same – until they shake, his knuckles white.

He doesn’t want to answer the door.

The pounding continues, and over the sound of the thunder – we’ll stay out here all night if we have to, man! – a threat and a promise bound together with a neat little bow. Will heaves out a shuddering breath. He doesn’t want to answer the door. He strips out of his wet clothes, and pulls on the old sweatshirt and a pair of shorts hastily. He doesn’t want to answer the door. He presses the heels of his hands to his eyes and allows himself one more helpless, pitiful wail. He doesn’t want to answer the door.

He’s going to answer the door.

Will rips open the door to his bedroom, but pauses before stepping out into the hallway; he’s been crying, and he knows he looks it. He takes another deep breath and uses his too-long sleeves to scrub furiously at his eyes, hoping it’s not too obvious.

The moment he steps into the hallway, he can see Lucas and Mike’s faces pressed to the window, peering into the house. The moment they see him, they start frantically tapping at the glass again, their chorus of let us in! let us in! muffled but clear.

He still doesn’t want to let them in.

He does anyway.

They rush to fill in the space the door makes for them once Will opens it, stumbling over each other and their shoes slipping on the porch. Will watches it all happen with a blank expression.

“Will,” Mike heaves out. He’s dripping wet and gripping the doorframe like a lifeline. “Will, you’re okay.”

In the grand scheme of things, Will supposes that Mike is right – he is okay, physically. He made it home, through the woods, in the rain, without any supernatural intervention. The part of his heart that Mike crushed beneath the sole of his sneaker not even an hour ago disagrees.

“Right,” he says, voice flat.

They both shift on their feet, awkward and uncertain. Will just stands there and stares at them, not saying anything. The rain pours on.

“Can we, uh,” Lucas starts. “Can we come in?”

He doesn’t want to let them in.

He steps aside anyway.

They both usher themselves into the house, dripping all over his mom’s carpet. Will closes the door, the wood barely doing anything to diminish the sound of the rain, but Will is grateful for it — it gives something to focus on that isn’t the awkward silence, looming over them in the doorway like the storm clouds loom over them outside. It’s funny, Will thinks, that they biked all this way here, followed him through the downpour, and have nothing to say for it.

“What do you want?” he asks, going for disinterested and nonchalant and missing by a mile. Instead, his voice cracks, and the embarrassment of it all and the emotions from before hit him all at once, and the tears he never quite manages to banish are welling up before he can even think to stop them. He immediately looks away, picking a random tear in the wallpaper of the hallway and focusing on it, even as his vision blurs too much to see it anymore.

Don’t blink, don’t blink, he thinks.

Lucas lets out a soft noise that turns into the shape of his name. Will blinks, and two tears escape, running down his face, right where Lucas and Mike can see them. He curls in on himself, turning further away from the both of them and stifling another sob with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

There’s no hiding it: he is such a pathetic thing.

It’s in the fiber of his being, to be pathetic. It’s the way he refuses to grow up, clawing with desperate, trembling fingers at a childhood that ended on a November night two years ago. It’s in every tear he cries, fourteen years old and unable to stop them from coming. It’s been branded on him since before he knew what it was to be pathetic, but everyone around him knew, didn’t they? His mom and Jonathan, coddling him the way that they do. His dad, casting one last disappointed look at Will and heading for the hills. Mike, seeing a little boy by himself on the swings and talking to him out of pity. Lucas and Dustin, treating him like the baby he is for the past two years.

They all see it, every person in his life, and it’s no different for Mike and Lucas, now. Will shouldn’t be so ashamed — they’re used to this, after all this time. It comes with the territory.

“Will,” Mike says, just as softly as Lucas had. Will hates himself for the way his heart reads into it, hopeful and yearning despite everything.

It’s not my fault you don’t like girls, Mike sneers in his head.

It is, Will answers. It is, it is, it is.

Pathetic.

It takes a moment for his breathing to settle, for the steady in and out of oxygen to press down on the tightness in his chest until it subsides enough for him to speak. “Just say what you came here to say,” he says miserably. He still does not look at them.

“Will, we’re sorry,” Lucas answers immediately. “Your campaign — it was really cool, and we should have taken it seriously.”

“Yeah,” Mike chimes in. “And what I said to you, in the garage” —he leans to the side, trying to peer around and catch Will’s eye— “it wasn’t cool. It was really messed up of me, and I’m sorry.”

Will glances at Mike out of the corner of his eye, all softness and sincerity wrapped up in a soaked raincoat that’s too big for him. His heart lurches forward, almost like it’s trying to break free of his chest and join the source of its sick affection.

“It doesn’t matter,” he forces out, looking away quickly.

“It does matter,” Mike argues back. He moves to stand in front of Will now, his sneakers squelching with every step. “It does matter. You’re upset, and we — I — did that, and that’s not okay.”

“Yeah,” Lucas says, crossing the distance and standing right by Mike’s side. “We care about you. The girls — they’re cool, and all, but they’re — they might not be around forever, right? But you will be, because you’re our best friend.”

“Best friend,” Mike echoes. Will finally looks back at them then, eyeing them both warily. “We’ll do a better job of showing it, okay?”

“We’ll play your campaign for real tomorrow,” Lucas promises. “We’ll get Dustin in on it, too. No girls.”

Will just stands there, wanting to believe them so badly, because this is everything he’s wanted to hear all summer. They chased after him through the rain and through the dark to tell him this, pounded on his door and his window over and over and wouldn’t quit until he let them inside.

There’s a good chance that they just feel bad for him, he thinks. It comes from that same part of his brain that loves that word, pathetic. That part that yells at his heart every time it dances for Mike when it shouldn’t, who remembers the words his father and some of the boys at school have used to describe people like him, sour on their tongues. But among those things, as true or as false as they may be, Will Byers is kind, and sometimes, that kindness extends even to himself. It’s this part of him that thinks there’s also a good chance they’re being sincere, because that part of him knows that this isn’t the first time these two boys have chased him through the woods, through the rain and through the dark. That part of him knows a Lucas who treated him with kid gloves not because he thought that Will was a baby, but because he never wanted to be the one to make Will upset. That part of him knows a Mike who glued himself to Will’s side last year, who was there even when Will himself wasn’t, who steadied his hand when it trembled and who said befriending Will was the best thing he’s ever done. That part of him knows that Lucas and that Mike are still here, and they’re standing in front of him, and they care.

“It was never about the campaign,” he finds himself saying, the words spilling out of him before he can think.

“Then what was it about?” Mike asks, his voice soft in that way it sometimes gets, only for Will.

Will sniffs, trying to keep more tears from spilling over. “I just want things to feel normal again,” he admits shakily. “Before the Upside Down, before the Mind Flayer, before any of it. I just” —he stops, swallows, and waits until his breath is steady before continuing— “I just feel like I’ve lost so much time. I just want some of it back.”

“Oh, Will,” Mike says, and that’s not pity in his voice: it’s understanding. “We didn’t know.” He steps forward, wrapping his arms around Will, and Will only stiffens for a moment before clinging back, rainwater be damned. “We didn’t know.”

Lucas crashes into him from behind, saying nothing, but wrapping his arms around them both. Will feels small, standing there in their wet embrace, but it’s okay — he knows that when he feels small, Mike and Lucas will be there with him until he finds the strength to be big again.

A flash of lightning illuminates the room, shortly followed by a deafening clap of thunder, and with it, the house shakes, every light in the room flickering. The three of them jump, startled, but stay huddled together, none of them quite ready to let go.

“Jesus,” Lucas breathes out, looking around at the lights. The storm rages on outside, no signs of stopping soon. The lights flicker again.

And that’s when it happens — that familiar coldness at his nape, raising every hair on the back of his neck. He lifts a shaking hand to the exposed skin, and he feels it, the raised flesh under the press of his fingers. Lucas is still watching the lights, but Mike is watching Will, eyes searching for something, anything.

“Will?” He steps back just a hair, bringing his hands up to grip Will’s upper arms. “Will, what is it?”

Will swallows, looking between the two of them. Mike, still drowning in his hood, his brow furrowed. Lucas, paying attention to Will now, putting the pieces together. The lights stop flickering, but that cold feeling lingers, and Will knows. He knows.

“He’s back.”

#byler fic #byler fanfic #tagging it as such bc this is pre-byler and i PROMISE mike likes will it’s just not explicitly there #mike will and lucas (and DUSTIN who is not PRESENT IN THE FIC but HE IS IN MY MIND) are bEST FIRNEDS. foaming at the mouth actually. #bc i am normal. btw. #anyway i hope this is what u had in mind <3 #anyway i did have to once again rewatch the fight scene for this so can you pay for my emotional damages. #wiseatom minis

[astrronomemes]

A CINDERELLA STORY: STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 2004 film, A Cinderella Story. change & alter as needed.

"Do fairy tales come true, [name]?"

"Where do princesses go to college?"

"You know, fairy tales aren't just about finding handsome princes. They're about fulfilling your dreams, and about standing up for what you believe in."

"Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game."

"You know, it costs them a fortune to fly this stuff all the way from Norwegia."

"What are you doing just standing there? Get to work."

"People go to school to get smarter, so that they can get a job. You already have a job. So it's like skipping a step."

"Droughts are for poor people!"

"[Name], I am a method actor, okay? This is part of my training."

"I've talked to her, okay? In my mind. And let me tell you, in my mind, she wants me so bad."

"And you thought they didn't know you exist."

"Sometimes fantasy is better than reality, [name]."

"I can be surrounded by a sea of people, and still feel all alone."

"It's two AM. We've been at this for five hours."

"What's with all those college brochures in your bedroom?"

"What are you, the Dirt Police? Like, 'excuse me, miss, do you know how fast your dirt was going'?"

"Sweetheart, now that you're old enough, there's something I've always wanted to tell you, and I think you're finally ready to hear it."

"Keep it up, [name], and I'm gonna find a place to put my six-dollar pedicure."

"[Name], if I wanted to look like a clown, I'd join the circus."

"I am a very appealing person!"

"Fortunately for you, I'm going to overlook this mental breakdown of yours."

"If a man is taking his time to write down his feelings for you, it's a love note."

"She's gonna have to go through me to hurt you."

"You're always studying, always working... Take some time for yourself!"

"I was saving this dress for my next attempt down the aisle. ...Long story."

"I cannot believe I put you in charge of costumes."

"Any guy would have to be completely insane not to like you, all right?"

"I knew this was too good to be true."

"I guess my costume doesn't do a very good job at hiding who I am."

"I live in a world full of people pretending to be something they're not. But when I talk to you... I'm the guy I want to be. Give me a chance to be that guy."

"If I ask you to dance, does that count as a question?"

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"And do you, [full name], ever want to see me again after tonight?"

"I was right in the middle of a power jam! You totally harshed my mellow!"

"I'll be doing him a favor if I just disappear."

"I can't show emotion for another hour and a half."

"I know you want to take care of this car, but can you step on it?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm already going thirty-eight in a thirty-five-mile zone, [name]!"

"What am I supposed to do with a dead fish?!"

"Isn't it better to cling to what might have been instead of ruining everything with reality?"

"Let's go back to our usual lives, where we only mingle when I copy off you in Algebra II, okay?"

"Look, you're beautiful, okay? But I'm not your prince. You'll meet him someday, but it's not me."

"Look what you did! See?! You always ruin everything!"

"Do you ever feel like if you show someone who you really are, they won't accept you?"

"I want you to know who I am. But I'm scared. I'm scared that you'll reject me."

"I can't believe I actually thought I had a chance."

"We have faith in you. And you've got to have faith in yourself."

"I had no idea you were that tough."

"I never pretended to be somebody else. It's been me all along."

"I know what it feels like to be afraid to show who you are. I was. But I'm not anymore."

"[Name] told me where you might be. I thought you could use a friend."

"[Name], I thought that I could handle this, but I really can't. I'm gonna go."

"You've got to love high school."

"Anything is possible if you just believe."

"Hey, I'm only a freshman!"

#rp meme #roleplay meme #rp starters #roleplay starters #dialogue prompts #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #rp memes #roleplay memes #sentence prompts #sentence memes #sentence starters

[saroko-still-draws]

Oh, one PL fan who gave me the excuse to info dump, let me share my vision for a Descole-Janet spinoff game/story.

(Spoilers for Azran Legacy below)

The story would take place roughly after Unwound Future. Maybe even during NWOS. Descole has sort of remade himself into a Robin Hood-esque anti-hero targeting people illegally selling or collecting ancient artifacts, some of whom are even dangerous. One day, he hears about the stories' McGuffin is going to go on display as part of a massive event being hosted by some rich bastard. This guy isn't too important to the story past this, but for now let's just call him 'Strater V. Illian.'

Cue Janet. After the events of Diva she's continued her career as a famous singer and was invited by Mr. Illian at the event in question. But in the middle of the performance, the McGuffin is stolen.

But not by Descole.

It turns out, a third party had their eye on the McGuffin and swooped in before Desole had the chance. I sadly don't have a brilliant name or design for them, but they're basically the most over exagerated phantom thief you could imagine. He doesn't even know what the McGuffin's significance is; just that stealing it will give them fame and fortune.

Both Descole and Janice chase after them, but only manage to each get a part of the artifact while the thief makes off with the third. And here in lies how Des and Janice are forced to work together. See, the McGuffin is actually part of a three piece set: two act as a pair of magical (or sufficiently advanced scientific) handcuffs and the last is the key. And guess which part the thief got away with~~~

Yeah, I went the whole 'handcuffed together' plot, but there was no other way I could think of that would get Janice to work with Descole. She would have the cops on his ass if she so much as caught him working in the local Tesco. So, handcuff plot.

It is, thankfully, more forgiving than most. They work out that the 'cuffs' have a pretty long 'chain' of about two miles, so they don't need to be glued to the hip all the time. Because I'm a very nice, forgiving person.

Hah. No, I'm a bastard. The two miles gives them both some false hope, but it quickly turns out to be much tougher to navigate through than if they were actually handcuffed. Yes, they can work apart, but they still need to coordinate where they're going and what they're looking for to avoid accidents which requires much more foresight in my opinion. If they get too far, they start yanking each other around, and for a pair of globe trotters who treat the planet itself like their own backyard that leads to a lot of problems.

They also work out that they can't go the cops even if Des didn't have a criminal record. If they did, their pieces would likely be locked away never to see the light again, and there was no chance of the key being used to free them. Plus, I'm tempted to add a fourth group who are also after the McGuffin. (I'm a little tempted to make it a Targent holdover group led by Bloom, but I don't know what his final fate was beyond getting arrested.)

So, they work together, desperately trying to catch up to the Phantom Thief, mostly trying to work out his targets and elaborate plans in order to head him off and get the key back. Sometimes even keeping him alive when the Targent wannabes get a little trigger happy.

But the real adventure is watching the two not kill themselves. Janice has every right in the world to be mad at Des, and Descole is very Regretscole but makes no effort to ask for forgiveness. So for the first few chapters Janice would investigate by herself while Descole did the same in disguies. Leading to some rather hilarious bits.

But, Janice does eventually learn about Descole, his motivations, his past, his relation to her old professor. And both of his sacrifices back at the Azran Temple. She still doesn't forgive him for ED but it's a very sobering moment to realize that the person you once considered 'soulless' has more soul than most decent people you know.

(And when she learns more about Targent and what happened to Des' family. Suddenly realizing that the man who put you and others through a Squid Game and went on a temper tantrum with a giant mecha was actually the lesser evil you could've dealt with must be terrifying.)

Descole, for his part, gets a pretty fair share of grief from Janice, but having her along actually helps him put his actions into perspective. He's just running from himself and his past at this point. He was already under a mental strain prior to story, but Janice is a physical representation of his actions come back to haunt him. It's slow and under slight duress at first (her confronting him over small things that triggered him and make him act off), but he does trusting her as his assistant. When they start working together for real, he even decides to go out under his true identity.

It doesn't start so well, but it's something.

I will cap off by admitting that I don't think this story would end with the two becoming friends, and Layton would not be making an appearance aside from passing comments. I just think there's too much bad blood between Janice and Descole for the two to develop a good friendship at this point, but mutual respect is attainable. As for Layton, he'd steal the spotlight too easily, and as much as I want to see the Bronev bros reconcile, Des needs to get his shit together first.

That's pretty much all I've got for this idea. Anyone is free to make suggestions.

#professor layton #jean descole #janice quatlane #desmond sycamore #pl janice #pl descole #pl desmond

[dzamie-oc]

Pick a Bun, Any Bun...

Length: 650 words Pairing: Nick Wilde/Judy Hopps Rating: G

Summary: The Hopps family has a tradition for evaluating boyfriends and girlfriends. It's a challenge Nick has no intention of failing.

"Hmm…"

Nick regarded each of the half-dozen bunnies in front of him. They all looked like Judy. She'd even gotten them fake police uniforms! Nick could spot the details that differed each one from the real getup his dumb bunny wore on patrol… not that it helped, when every single one was fake. And they all stood remarkably still as he looked at them.

Well, except for the one on the end, staring fearfully at his muzzle. Doubtless picturing the fangs kept carefully hidden by his controlled speech. Even without those big ears of theirs, Nick could just about hear her little heart hammering a million miles an hour.

He sighed. "Second from left is terrified. She can leave. Fluff, I don't wanna cause any heart attacks just by meeting the family."

Judy's father's voice cut over the sound of the identified bunny's sigh and rapid getaway, saying "well, Mr. Wilde, I'm sure it'd help to point Judy out quick, then. 'sides, they all agreed to it."

At this, the remaining bunnies nodded. Nick resumed his pensive look. He wondered if they dyed their fur, or if they all naturally had Judy's pattern. And surrounded by all this bunny, Judy's scent was washed away completely in a sea of fluff.

A sea of cu- of adorable fluff, Nick mentally corrected himself. Was that word off-limits, too? He'd have to ask his partner-in-not-so-crime later. Wow, bunnies look really soft when they're not trying to run from or out-snark him.

"Are you sure I can't have them all? I mean, if one Judy is good, then-" he cut himself off - in part for comedic timing, and in part because, if her dad glared daggers at him any harder, he might actually end up getting stabbed.

But mostly because one pair of ears twitched just the way he liked it.

With his signature confident, smug smirk, Nick ambled up to the middle bunny, who met his gaze even as she had to look more and more up at him.

"I've made my choice," he announced. In the corner of his eye, several sets of bunnies exchanged gambled cash and carrots.

"Well-" Mr. Hopps started, an honestly insulting lack of disappointment in his voice.

Before he could say any more, Nick cut him off, sweeping his arm up to, without looking, point at a nearby balcony. "There's the dumb bunny who shanghaid me into taking down Bellweather. C'mon down, Judy."

He turned and peered up to face Judy, whose jaw hung open. Nonetheless, she made a quick recovery and an even quicker descent, hopping off of some carrot-filled storage boxes. Nick didn't take his eyes off of her, though some of his smug melted into affection by the time she reached him. Maybe 10%. He had a lot of smug; it's a fox thing.

"How'd you know?" she asked him, "Dad usually only does that to the boyfriends he… needs more convincing on."

"You thought I'd fall for the old cup game trick? Carrots, I'm hurt; that sort of scam was my bread and butter 'til I was old enough to get a vending license."

Judy lightly punched him, then pantomimed writing him a ticket; a gentle scratch between her ears got her to stop and lean into him. It was a familiar, and very welcome, warmth and pressure.

Which made it the perfect time for a joke. "So, Carrots," he began, and immediately felt her tense in anticipation, "what do you think of my 'six Judys' idea?"

"We'll have to leave them at the Burrow, but sure, I'll invite them into our bed while we're here. Vera's a gymnast, so that should be fun."

Nick's brain immediately short-circuited. He was only vaguely aware that Judy had pulled away from his side to saunter off into the crowd of bunnies.

With a quick look back, Judy called to him, "it's called a hustle, sweetheart!"

#zootopia #fanfiction #fanfic #nick wilde #judy hopps #wildehopps #shipping #writing #writers on tumblr #furry #furry fox #furry bunny #text #image

[riality-check]

*bites and shakes the bars of my enclosure* APPALACHIAN EDDIE!!!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING YOU GOT INJECT IT STRAIGHT INTO MY VEINS IM SO PBSESSED

Thank you so much!! I'm currently trudging my way through chapter 2 of Born to Run, but before that's done, here's some stuff I wrote up from a while ago related to the Munson Lore post.

Basically, if you're interested in Wayne feels, keep scrolling!

Wayne enlists the second he turns eighteen, the last months of high school be damned. It was his plan all along, the only way to get the hell out West Virginia or at least the holler. The war in Korea breaks out around that time, but he still enlists.

If he's gonna die, it ain't gonna be in a mine. He's seen what happens to men down there, sees them come home with coal-stained faces and crooked backs, watches them drown themselves in bottles.

That last one might just have been his pa, though.

Wayne feels bad leaving his mama, but especially his brother. He's only six, and he's already a little too wild for their mama to watch on her own. Over the course of Johnny's short life, Wayne has spent a lot of time makin' sure he stays outta trouble. He's a rambunctious, bright kid. Wayne doesn't know what he'll get into while he's gone.

But it makes him feel better that their old man's been in the ground a year now. It's one less thing for Wayne to worry about, for Johnny's sake.

Wayne goes to Korea, and he doesn't come back the same. He doesn't come back right, and until he can, he decides not to. Christmas cards and a visit once every few months will have to do because Wayne can't do anything more than that right now. He just can't.

It wouldn't be fair for Mama to have to take care of him, now that he's grown. It wouldn't be fair for Johnny to see his brother shaking and crying because of bad dreams, something he's surely grown out of by now.

So, he takes jobs driving trucks all over the country. The hours are long and it don't pay much, but if he's got music on, he doesn't have to think. He gets a pretty good collection of hats going, too. One from every state he's been to. He wants to go to Hawai'i to complete the collection.

It takes ten years for Wayne to piece himself back together. He ain't the same, but he's enough of a person by the time he's twenty-eight that he thinks he can go back for good.

So, he does. He drives back up to West Virginia and sees his mama and doesn't see his brother, who's sixteen now. When he asks Mama where he went, she shrugged and said, "Out."

Wayne does see his wife. Or, well, they're not married yet. They decided to wait until she has the baby so she can fit in her mama's wedding dress.

Rebecca is sweet and pretty and a high school dropout, just like Wayne, just like his brother is, now, apparently. She and Wayne talk for hours, and he really likes her. She's funny and grounded in a way that his brother definitely needs.

They talk until his brother comes back, stumbling in, face bloody. Johnny - no, John - smiles when he sees Wayne, and things are okay for a little while. They all stay at Mama's house. Wayne picks up some odd handyman jobs, Rebecca works as a cashier at the grocery store a mile down the road, and John-

Well, Wayne doesn't know what John is doing. All he knows is that he works odd hours and seems to be gettin' skinnier, but he's putting supper on the table, so things are okay. They're okay.

They're okay until The Fight to End All Fights.

They're okay until he and his brother are screaming, and throwing things, but they didn't hit each other. John swung once, exactly once, and Wayne stepped out of the way. He doesn't swing back, not like Pa would have.

Wayne leaves. His brother does, too. Wayne doesn't see him for years, but his wife calls and sends pictures of their little family.

Wayne isn't sure how she keeps getting his number, even after he's moved a few times. But Rebecca calls at least twice a year, some years more than others. Sometimes, it's a whispered rush of words; others, it's a nice, long, chat, even if her words sound slurred together.

She sends Wayne cards for his birthday and Christmas. She includes pictures of herself and Johnny. Wayne tries not to look at those too hard, not when it's clear that both of them are getting worse.

He does look at the pictures of their kid, though. "Eddie" is the name Becca writes on all the pictures. He's a skinny kid with eyes like John and hair like Rebecca. He's a smiley kid, too, and he always seems to be holding a book.

Wayne wishes he could meet him. But even if The Fight didn't happen, that's just not possible.

Rebecca never gives him a return address.

#hello hi it's me once again procrastinating #i hate it here #anyways this was a lot of fun to dig up and edit #time for real tags #asked and answered #inikokoru #ria writes #appalachian eddie munson #appalachian wayne munson #wayne munson #eddie munson's dad #eddie munson's mother #family feels #backstory #angst #tw addiction #idk what else to tag this

[the73rdpostscript]

The Low of Your Life Will be Art Soon

Un-beta'd and unresearched.

(No. Seriously. I cannot emphasize enough how much I did not research the 1100s for this.)

Nicky sits at the table, staring blankly at the loaf of bread he meant to cut. Its a picturesque thing - a perfect shade of honey-brown with a sheen on top. They did well making it, but then again they've have years to get it right. And there are even more years ahead; more than he can comprehend at the ripe old age of 80.

He is not looking at the floor, keeping his eyes studiously trained on the bread and not the knife. Anyone walking in might think he doesnt know where the knife fell, but he does. It's all he can think about.

Nicky couldnt forget the knife anymore than he can forget the blood on the dirt or the way the little child had looked - pale and still.

Andromache had handled most of the social easing. She had spoken to the mother and offered comfort while Joe and Nicky had done the burying, and Quynh had asked the men of the village about housing.

So now they stay in this home - bartered for them and safe for the next season of labor.

They come and go from this place of safety while the child's body lays in the ground. And Nicky is here at the table, alive and unable to feed himself or his family because he cannot hold a knife.

They're on a self-imposed break from aiding armies. Andromache and Quynh spoke of building their trust and teamwork. But that is easier said than done now that chores have all been taken and evenly spread.

With four people and one home the work is lessened considerably. Before, Nicky could have spent the whole afternoon making enough bread for him and Joe to split, but instead they are already stocked for the next few days and he is here - staring at it instead of preparing it to be eaten. Which makes him both dangerous and useless.

"Nicky. Why is our knife on the floor?" Andys voice interrupts the wave of rising guilt and Nicky swallows.

"I'm punishing it." He tries, affecting humor where he feels none.

"What did it do?" Andy asks holding his gaze with her own and giving no quarter when he tries on a smile.

When he opens his mouth, no response comes out.

"Okay." She says, stepping forward and pulling him up gently by rhe arm.

"Andromache-"

"You're not doing yourself any good sitting here."

Leading him from the house, she shouts something unintelligible at Quynh where the other woman is sparring with Joe. Joe spares Nicky a questioning look, and Nicky tries to shrug but the gesture looks half insane as the yank of Andys hand throws his shoulders up without his permission. As they storm towards the village, Nicky sees Joe still watching him from the yard - clearly trying to talk to Quynh while he watches the two of them storm off.

"Andromache we have to eat soon," Nicky argues, walking along to keep up with her regardless of the protests hes making. He learned long ago that when Andy is moving you follow her and argue on the way.

"There will be food where we're going."

"Joe-"

"Is fine without you," She retorts, and the words shut him up immediately. She is right, after all.

So they march down the road for the mile or so it takes to get to town, where she directs him to a house hes never seen before.

A woman he recognizes answers the door and greets them both, welcoming them inside after Andy explains that they're here to help with the [bread making]

The woman - who kindly reminds Nicolo that her name is Anna - leads them inside and takes over where Andromache started, directing Nicky to sit in the open space on the floor. There, the two women on either side of him make tittering comments to themselves in the local dialect, too fast for him to catch. They show him what they're doing, and Anna occasionally calls out clearer instructions from somewhere else in the room.

It takes a full hour for him to feel comfortable with the motions, and another hour before they finish making enough. His arms feel well worked - the muscles unfamiliar with the small changes in an otherwise familiar pattern of motion.

Around him, the women talk and laugh. Every so often one of them will aks him a question, and they will all laugh or murmur at his awkward attempts to respond clearly. When the subject of his relationship status comes up, he thinks of sleeping beside Yusuf under the stars - traveling side by side. And he thinks of the disgust in Joe's eyes the first time they argued over the fire, the way his lip had curled at Nicky's defensiveness of his people - his fellow murderers.

He says none of this. He says he is still waiting for the right one, and the responding choke he hears from farther into the room alerts him to Andromache's presence. She's been settled into a chair by the window - working on something he cannot see with Anna. The look on her face is at once smug and indifferent - an expression Nicky has many times considered to be not dissimilar to how God might look at him if he could ever reach the afterlife.

The woman to his left - Elsa - pats his arm and finishes saying something about her very single daughter. Nicky feels himself struggling for an appropriate tone to respond with. But before he can try another woman in the group interrupts and he stays silent as the chaos rises and falls again like a wave - his own part in the process lost to the personal gripes of the community.

Its well past dark when they leave. Andy is quiet beside nicky in a way he has learned to interpret as content. It often baffles him, how easily she slips into comfort or ease - even in the midst of horrors or boredom. In some ways she reminds him of priests and Fathers. But then she speaks and he can't see any similarities at all.

"Thank you. For bringing me there."

"You're welcome."

They walk farther towards home before he asks "When did you set that up?"

"We always ask what may need to be done when we bargain."

And that stops him in his tracks.

Andy walks on a little farther, before pausing and turning to look back at him. One of her feet is still turned forward - pointing towards their temporary home.

"I have stopped asking," Nicky observes, feeling numb with the disgust for himself.

For the first few months that Andy and Quynh traveled with them, he asked incessantly about how he could help. It seems that somewhere in the past few weeks, he stopped.

Andy hasnt said anything since he stopped, so he clears his throat. "I've stopped asking how I can be helpful."

With a shrug, Andy says, "I hadn't noticed." And that revelation alone feels like a slap to the face.

He wants to argue - wants to ask how she didn't see his uselessness, his selfishness. But her face is serene in the moonlight, and it occurs to him that nothing he can say right now will matter much to her in the long run. These are only thoughts, only words and observations. Andromache values what she sees - what he does.

He can't say anything now to change his lack of action over the past few weeks. And even if he could it would only assuage his own guilt.

With a sigh, he begins walking again, and as she walks alongside him once more, he swallows the bitter taste in his mouth.

#yall shojld prove Rae wrong and totally ignore this #im kidding: yall know i lose my mind when you like what I do. #but also no pressure #do whatever gets you closer to Being happy #its a week #happy fucking pride to you all my beautiful tog people #mine #(this will probably become a larger fic later. but for now it is this and i love and accept for it itself)