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eemcintyre · 11 months

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Good Morning (Tom Cruise)

TW- none. Less than none.

Summary- Trying to make up for how busy he's been lately, Tom takes your daughter off your hands for the morning and obv cuteness ensues.

I stumbled randomly upon this picture on ye olde Pinterest and was immediately overtaken by my creative whims. I'm always a sucker for dad!Tom, and if you are too, then hopefully this will be an enjoyable read.

Children were the only thing that could have made Tom Cruise’s life more action-packed than it already was. He had discovered this firsthand a couple of years ago, when his and Y/N’s daughter, Indie, was born. Even though they had gotten past the initial stages of sleepless nights and teething by this point, Indie was now four and getting to the age where she needed a lot more stimulation and activity.

Over the last several days, Tom had practically lived in his home office. Due to an abundance of conference calls and other business negotiations, he was sorry to admit that he’d hardly been able to spend time with Y/N or his daughter. Though Y/N understood his obligations, he could tell that she was pretty exhausted. Even during breaks from her job, taking care of Indie on her own could be a lot to handle. Unsurprisingly, she had been born with her father’s daring, as well as his seemingly boundless energy, which was a deadly combination in a four-year-old.

But, this weekend, Tom had made certain that his schedule was clear. It was early Saturday morning, and he had decided to take Indie off of Y/N’s hands for a while so that she could sleep late. Being as quiet as possible, he jotted down a note explaining where they had gone. Placing the note on Y/N’s bedside table and pressing a soft kiss to her head, he took Indie out for a morning on the town. Strapping her into her car seat and cranking up some blues rock, they set off in the cherry-red Buick Roadmaster that he liked to break out on weekends.

Tom was pleased with how the morning had gone. First, they’d made a foray into one of the local parks where, between chasing her down when she tried to run off, Indie enjoyed being pushed on the swings and going down the tunnel slides. Then, after she had burned off a sufficient amount of energy, they ventured downtown for some breakfast items to take home. Gripping her little hand in his, Tom and Indie wandered the sun-drenched sidewalks past various brightly painted storefronts with lettering on the windows. Their main objective was to stop at a combination café and bakery where he and Y/N were known as regulars.

Nearing the counter, Tom had Indie in his arms so that she could see the full expanse of available pastries in the display case.

“Alright, darlin, what looks good?”

“Wan’ that one,” Indie replied, pointing to the iced donuts covered in rainbow sprinkles.

“And what do we say?” Tom glanced at her meaningfully.

“Please, can I have that one?”

“Yes ma’am, you may,” he grinned at Indie as the employee tending the counter approached.

“Mr. Cruise, hi there, what’ll it be this morning?”

“Hey, how are ya? The usual for my wife and I, and one of those rainbow donuts for the little lady,” he replied, glancing at Indie and bouncing her in his arms.

“You’ve got it. I’ll have the donut right out for you and those drinks will be done in a moment.”

“Thanks.”

A few minutes later, they exited the café and continued on their journey while Indie munched on her donut. Her attention was soon captured by a flower stand outside one of the buildings, and with icing smudged across her fingers and face, she pulled away from Tom and ran toward it.

“Hey, sweetheart, c’mere,” he sighed as he quickly caught up with her. Kneeling so that he was at her level, he attempted to clean some of the icing off of her face and hands. “You look like a wild woman.” He shook his head, and she giggled.

As Indie admired the bouquets, sticking her face in to smell them, Tom thought it would be a fun idea to get some for Y/N.

“Why don’t you pick out some flowers for Mom?” he suggested. “Which ones do you think she would like?”

Indie was quickly drawn to one of the bouquets with pink and purple flowers in it. It was a wildflower mix of cosmos, chamomile, hyacinth, lavender, and a single large sunflower.

“All right, good choice,” he nodded.

After they had paid, they made their way back to where his car was parked.

“Daddy, can I please hold them? Pleeeeeeaaaase,” Indie insisted, making grabby hands up at the flowers as he carried them.

“Okay, but you have to be careful, sweetheart,” he cautioned her, watching out of the corner of his eye as they walked to make sure that the bouquet didn’t end up scraped and scattered across the sidewalk. Thankfully, it made it to the car intact.

They returned home in the Roadmaster, this time with Indie’s choice of The Wiggles playing. The second she was freed from the confines of the car seat, she was eager to run inside and pounce on Y/N.

“Ok, now Mom might still be asleep…” Tom warned her, placing a hand on her shoulder as they entered the house.

“Hello?” Just then, Y/N’s drowsy voice sounded from the kitchen.

“Mama!” Indie exclaimed, catapulting herself in that direction. Y/N, who was wearing a baggy, vintage university sweatshirt and pajama shorts, kneeled down to scoop her into a hug. Tom grinned at them from the kitchen entryway, and Y/N greeted him, glancing at the bouquet and tray of cups he held, her face lighting up.

“Is that what I think it is?” she asked, standing up and reaching toward the cups, recognizing the café logo. “Mm, love you.” She bestowed a peck on Tom’s cheek. “What’s this?” she focused in on the flowers.

“Indie picked them out for you,” he gestured to their daughter, who was already becoming preoccupied by the cat and how she might go about picking him up.

“Thank you, honey,” Y/N said, playfully tousling Indie’s hair.

“She did a nice job. She already has your artistic sensibilities,” Tom chuckled. “Or at least your obsession with pink.”

“Then I’m doing something right,” Y/N laughed.

“She thinks my cars are ugly and told me I should get a ‘Barbie pink’ one.”

Y/N shook from laughter. “Y’know, this kid has a lot of good ideas.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

#tom cruise #one shot #creative writing #fanfic #tom cruise fic #tom cruise imagine #tom cruise x female reader #tom cruise x reader #x reader #fanfiction #tom cruise fanfic #tom cruise fluff #fluff #imagine #self insert #reader insert #just for fun

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fountainpenguin · 8 months

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"Turn your face towards the sun... Let the shadows fall behind you..." (x)

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Debut of Criminal Experience today! || Short Story

Chapter 1 - “Wanted”

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Basically a series prequel... Li'l bit Hermitcraft, li'l bit Traffic SMP, li'l bit Naked and Scared

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Mumbo Killsalot Jumbo has never been one to take sides during war. He tends to his llamas, trades freely with his neighbors, and his doors are open to all.

Fellas, is it spoon behavior to not ask more questions when a burned-out phantom hybrid starts hanging around your llama farm? 🤔

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

Criminal Experience ᓵ∷╎ᒲ╎リᔑꖎ ᒷ ̇/!¡ᒷ∷╎ᒷリᓵᒷ 392,861 Minecraft days before Dog's Life

Buzz and Ursula Uno don't know it, but they are (without a doubt) the most pampered llamas in all of Little Sun Valley. Yeah, that's right! He said it: Anywhere in the valley. That even includes the west side of the river, and you best believe he's digging in his heels on that one, mate. His wheat farm's been cranking out results this year… so much so that every time he checks its drops, he's practically up to his armpits in fresh hay. Took ages of iron collecting to craft all the hoppers, but Mumbo earned every bar of that stuff while still adhering to the valley rules of 'no non-essential harm done to passive mobs,' and he counts that as a win.

Double-U and Buzz are spoiled. He'll just say it. They've got the softest, driest straw and he switches it on the daily. He's got glowstone for heat tucked in one corner of every pen and he drops silk touch'd ice blocks in their water to keep it fresh and chilled. Surely even good parents are allowed one or two favorite children, yeah? As long as it's kept under wraps and all that.

I mean, come on… Just look at them. Heh. Even when it's nail trimming day, they can't stand to be apart. They're like two scoops of raw cookie dough, marbled brown and cream fur bundled together in a nest on the dirty floor. Which is… peculiar, actually, seeing as Impulse supposedly swept the barn out while Mumbo took the llamas down for water. Mental note. What's that man been up to?

"Foot," he says, and Double-U plops her pad in his lap. It scatters soil all over his robes, but he can forgive the dirty floor. Impulse went above and beyond this weekend already with the crops. You know, it's not every year a man who'll voluntarily harvest uncraftable blocks for hours just stumbles into your life… Actually, last night Mumbo offered him a few stacks of emeralds for a hard day's labor, but Impulse only laughed, sticking his thumbs in his overall straps.

"What? Can't a guy just want to lend a helping hand?"

And, well… He's a phantom hybrid, so Mumbo let it slide (Phantoms are safe to talk to; it's allay hybrids you don't want to make open-ended deals with). Actually, it's nearly noon. Impulse should be coming up the hill from the farm in just a couple ticks… hopefully with clover and alfalfa in hand. Alfalfa is a massive pain to farm since the rain will wash the redstone dust out sooner than you see it grow, but luckily, he doesn't need much. It's a special treat he'll lightly thread into the feeding trough… because Buzz and Ursula Uno are still the most pampered llamas in all of Little Sun Valley. Possibly the whole Between dimension.

Now, will their glorified loafing shed of a barn win any points for flair? No.

Was his use of maple wood in this build even a little bit unique? Also no. But maple's abundant - maple's efficient - and an entire village of wandering traders can't all be wrong.

Actually, Mumbo thinks, lining the edge of his shears against Double-U's toenails, out of every player hybrid type… I feel like wandering traders must be the MOST knowledgeable people when it comes to block qualities and how well they hold up in certain types of weather. Is that too big of a pat on the back? He's really not that kind of guy. It's just… you know… He and his friends have spent their whole lives swapping stories.

The maple mountain biome is always soaked in rain, but the residents of Little Sun make it work. When the ground's too moist for proper farming, the whole community gets together to lead the animals up the plateau. Everyone pools their harvests and they get by on what farms they still have. Mumbo's spent a solid 600 fresh, clean wet seasons (at least) in the shade of the tweenstone spawn temple, swapping stories and laughing until his stomach hurts. Because even when the rain rinses redstone dust off the farms, everyone in Little Sun still has each other. They have their llamas. They have community.

And when all else fails… they can always go out wandering.

Good fun, that… but some days are meant for sitting on dirty barn floors. Is there any better way to spend a morning than cleaning the toes of the most beautiful llamas in the world, occasionally bouncing ideas for silly redstone ideas off their heads?

"Uh-oh," says a voice at the door. Ah. Mumbo still doesn't have a name for that type of accent, but he definitely knows the man from his volume. Double-U's ears flick up instantly. Mumbo keeps trimming her toenails with gentle brushes of the shears. He doesn't even have to use the F5 cam to know Impulse is hiding behind the barn door, peering around it like a twitchy cat. Mumbo can almost hear the way he hunkers, knees shifting to a crouch. He's got wheat, yeah, because it flutters and whispers when he clutches it to his chest. "Uh… dude? Is that the llama who hates my guts? Or the one who just wants to headbutt me into the void?"

Double-U gets a slithery rumble in the base of her throat. This stirs Buzz into lifting her head and Impulse jolts again.

"No! What? Oh, come on! You really have to have both the llamas who wanna trample me in there?"

Mumbo chuckles. "Double-U's all right with you now, I reckon. I mean, yesterday she let you get within spitting range."

"Yeah! So she could spit." Impulse says the word like it's some sort of ancient curse. Mumbo listens for the scrape of shoes on creaky floorboards, but they never come. Tsk, tsk… Double-U would never hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. Llamas can sense these things, you know. "My pixels were fritzed for three hours before I got that stuff out."

"Did you really come all the way up here thinking there wouldn't be llamas in the llama barn, mate?"

"Just bringing you wheat," Impulse mumbles back.

[Cnt'd on AO3 - Link at top]

#Hermitcraft #hermitblr #trafficblr #TangoTek #MumboJumbo #impulseSV #Skizzleman #Imp and Skizz #mcyt #ridwriting #apparently art #Wandering Trader #Pixels Imperfect #omg tho Mumbo interview on Imp and Skizz podcast and Decked Out the same weekend?? what. idk what to say the gang's all here #Remember kids be super careful before feeding your only copy of your preview image to the scanner at 5 AM it WILL paper jam and need redraw #Criminal Experience #fic announcement

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purrincess-chat · 4 months

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Nighttime updates with Cat~ Now that the holidays are over, and I have a few days to myself, I've thrown myself into finishing this Era's fic. I wrote 1300 words today, roughly half of this chapter, I'd say. Hoping to crank out the other half tomorrow, then hopefully the short epilogue on Thursday. I really want to post this fic by New Years, both for thematic reasons, and so I can enter the new year and focus on new projects. ✨️

If I had to describe my eras fic I'd say it's a lot of Sadrien being cheered up by Marinette. It takes place in the Chat Blanc timeline, so it's also post reveal, and they're aged up, which is important for content reasons XD (I mean reputation is quite possibly taylors horniest album to date) Anywho, that's all I'll say. I'm hoping to be better about posting/more active here in 2024, but we will see what life brings, eh? See you all this weekend when I post this fic! 😘

#cat speaks #cats taylor swift agenda

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mikerickson · 1 year

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Now that it’s (hopefully) over, I feel like I have to document an ongoing saga I’ve been dealing with. (It’s not that serious)

Week before Christmas my car wouldn’t turn on, and jumping it did nothing so I ruled out a dead car battery. Got it towed to a local mechanic that I was trying out for the first time because I thought it would be a quick fix and my regular guy is farther away, in the old town I used to live in. Find out that because I went too long without getting an oil change on this eleven year old car, the cylinders were gunked up with old oil and couldn’t get enough compression to start. Then, because I tried to crank the engine too many times to get it to start, I physically burned out the engine’s computer.

Two holiday weekends go by before they can find a replacement engine, but the first one is too damaged to work so we had to wait for another one to become available. Then the third-party guy the mechanic hired to install the new engine computer says that he needs both original key fobs because the new ECU can’t be formatted without them. I lost one of the key fobs years ago, so I had to go to the dealership to get a new one, which was an outrageous amount of money on top of everything else I was already paying.

Mechanic gives me the car back and I manage to drive it home, but the entire vehicle is violently shaking like a go-kart or a ride-on lawnmower. Following day, the check engine light comes on and I call the mechanic. He says that shouldn’t be happening and to bring it back in. I was able to turn the car on and put it in reverse, but then it wouldn’t shift into forward drive. (I later found out that the shifting cable was being physically pinched by the engine, preventing me from going into drive). I turn the car off to give it a few seconds, but then can’t turn it back on. The same guy comes to tow me again and he comments, “wasn’t I just here a few weeks ago?”

Get new spark plugs and pick up the car a second time, but the check engine light comes on immediately and I tell the guy before I leave the parking lot. He’s incredulous, but brings out his car computer reader thing and says he’s getting the same error message, and I can tell even he’s getting frustrated now.

Find out today that one of the spark plugs had a hairline fracture that was causing electricity to arc inside the car’s hood, but once that was fixed I was able to get home without incident. So six weeks to the day and I finally have my car back.

#life #car woes

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macaron-n-cheese · 2 years

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YIPPEE!!

The reenactment I went to over the weekend (The Grand Encampment) was so fun! :DDD

Unfortunately, since it was the first annual occurrence of this event, it was a bit small for a timeline event! There were other events that weekend for many other groups, so groups were scattered around southern California. Only Union soldiers (so the artillery group acted as the sole Confederates) and very few Rev War groups. Hopefully it will be better next year since the planning will be better and more organized!

I went in my colonial outfit with my regiment, the Royal Marines :). I did get sunburnt though sdoufbisdubfs. It was pretty hot. and everyone was tired XD! Both days I went in my colonial dress!

On the first day in the morning I mainly just got settled and explored our era’s camp a bit. We had two tented taverns set up and our regimental tents. We talked to one of the tavern keepers and he told us about all his antique furniture in the tavern! The chair to the right (my left) above is from the era! I missed the pass and review, though, which is basically an introduction to every participating group. Our battle was first, but since we had such a small group, it was an extremely small skirmish! I was watching as a camp follower and spoke with some time travelers. General Howe personally commanded our troops and the rebels were dispersed!

Right after, there were two air demonstrations. First, the Red Baron flew by and landed for us!

Second, the “D-Day Doll” took off and skydivers landed on the green!

An American WWII plane also flew!

Next, there was a WWI demonstration! Trenches were dug for the reenactors! This was a western front demonstration, so we had British (and Canadian) and German soldiers. One French soldier was there, too! However, the French soldier’s regiment didn’t come and he was alone ;-;. The trench battle had the British and Canadians crossed no man’s land to the German trenches that they had gassed. Only one of the Allies and I think 1 or 2 of the Central Powers survived. Great accuracy on their part!

After the battle, we met a WWI Marines reenactor who had so many original artifacts! There were original helmets, rifles, spades, etc. One of them was an original record player with original WWI records including “Over There” and “It’s a Long Way to Tipperary”! I can post them in a repost!

Next was a WWII battle based on a battle in the Pacific Islands. So, the battle was between the U.S. and Imperial Japan. The battle was fought in the brush so we could see the Marines, but Imperial Japan hid in the brush. In the end, there were no U.S. survivors. A sandbag actually caught on fire near the brush and some WWI soldiers ran to put it out thankfully odushfcsidhf. Here is a photo before the battle!

More WWII! There was a tank! An M4 Sherman used by the U.S.! I got to look inside the turret. The tank gunner showed us the cranks to turn the turret and gun.

Next was a fashion show through different eras and a meeting of reenactors who are historical figures! I went to the Civil War camp and had a lot of fun talking to them. All so nice :3. That evening there was a swing dance with a live band! (The instructors got sick but there were so many great dancers, anyway). It was amazing :D! I did do some dance but not very good XD. There were many WWII reenactors there :).

On day two, I came a bit later. For our battle, we had more British soldiers! I met a few other ladies who are part of the Britannic Society and watched the battle with them. Next, we went to the WWII camp to talk to the reenactors. Many of the ladies were portraying women’s divisions during the war! I went back to the AmRev era with my group. We practiced drilling. It’s so much easier to do it in person than reading! After drills, I went to the tavern and we had snacks that were cooked over the fire! I was with the Britannic society members, the tavern owners, a few soldiers and George Washington. It was so much fun :D!

After, I went back to drilling but assumed a soldier impression! My commander loaned me his gear so it was all very big on me XD! Here we are, the only three Royal Marines over the weekend!

We practiced marching and other commands. No firing since it was my first time. The musket was pretty heavy and my arms were tired after!

Overall, it was a super fun event! I can’t wait to go to more!

Bonus! There was an anime convention across from our hotel and the cosplays were so cool!

#reenactment #the grand encampment #wwi #wwii #civil war #amrev #rev war #revolutionary war #American Revolution

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houseofsol · 2 years

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i’m here! kinda. sorta. still waiting on the coffee to do its thing. hopefully everyone is having a good day?? looks like another warm one is on tap for today. lots of sunshine and very little clouds in the sky. though apparently we’re supposed to get some rain over the weekend xD it wouldn’t be seattle if we didn’t get rain at some point during the summer. but that’s okay. next week will be a scorcher and that’s the sort of summer you kinda expect. hopefully it’ll be like all the other times we’ve gotten insane heat and only last a few days. and at least it won’t be like last summer where we were breaking records right left and centre in terms of the heat. that is something i do not want to deal with ever again. xD but i’m here! i think i’ve finally got a decent handle on the replies across all my blogs. i am sorry for being slow but we all know that some days you can crank out a ton and other days you can’t. xD thanks for being patient and understanding. i’m over on @cxpt today working through what i feel i can write. please don’t think i don’t like our stuff just because i’ve yet to reply to it. the longer the reply the longer it takes me to get to. xD i will get to them. it’s just taking me a lot longer than usual. also don’t forget the inbox is always open for chatting or plotting. i promise we don’t bite. ;) i’ll hop on discord in a bit. just need food first. till then we’ll be lurking about! <33

#status #cxpt status

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moodswingsabz · 1 year

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The Hope that Kills you

As I trudged out of Easter Road, having seen a dismal dons side ship four goals I wondered two things, if I would ever be able to bring myself to enjoy football again and why I had ever allowed my love of Irvine Welsh and Trainspotting, in particular, to let me to garner affections for Leith. Safe to say that for me personally that this was my lowest moment as an Aberdeen supporter, certainly this season, possibly ever and with what we’ve had to endure since the turn of the year, that’s saying something. There were still two goals against, Jim Goodwin clambering his way out of the managers job and Easter Road, a security guard at Summerhall telling my friend to hide his Aberdeen scarf and a dismayed James Graham sarcastically proclaiming that it was ‘a great day to be an Aberdeen fan’ half way through the The Twilight Sad stripped back performance which was supposed to be the most emotionally crippling part of the trip to the capital, left to go before the day was out. Luckily, it wasn’t too long before I had had my first question answered, a turnaround in form and fortune saw Aberdeen deliver points, performances and passion all of which had been lacking or lacklustre in the first half of the season. The enjoyment of football returned possibly fiercer than before, perhaps boosted by having suffered those lowest of lows but also by a revitalised and jubilant dons support who, particularly away from home, have made those good moments feel really good. My point being that we’ve been through the emotional ringer this season and if I was to bank on anything during this crazy season, it would be that there will be more twists and turns yet. I’ll be honest, I have always found it difficult to really enjoy matches against Rangers, whether it be the incredibly tense atmosphere, officiating that often raises both questions and pulses or simply the fact that wins in this fixture are much rarer than we’d all like and that the fallout in a loss can be almost as painful as the game itself, I’ve always found the fixture is one to be endured rather than enjoyed, unless of course, the win does come. Like the game, I find the build up can be a tetchy affair and there has been no shortage of narratives this week going into tomorrow’s game. The main one, of course, has been the Graeme Shinnie red card and subsequent suspension, the appeal, the appeal of the appeal and the controversial outcome of a four match ban. It’s certainly been a talking point and a divisive issue right across Scottish football this week and with Jeggo seeing red for a similar challenge for Hibs today, I can imagine the debate will rumble on. The outside noise has really cranked up around this, with Kris Boyd claiming that Aberdeen knew they’d lose the appeal and it served only to ‘whip up a storm’ around the Rangers game and Stuart Kettlewell and bafflingly Michael Beale (even more baffling he claims to have not seen a challenge that occurred in his next opponents last game which may have been worth taking a look at for the old analytics) stating they felt Aberdeen should have been able to appeal without an additional ban being issued and calling into question the integrity of the SFA. The other main narrative coming into play ahead of tomorrow’s match is the events of the last time out against Rangers at Pittodrie, which no one wants or needs reminding of but feels very much like a factor in the build up and could be playing on the minds of the players but hopefully in the right way, that it spurs them into ensuring a different result this time around. From a personnel and form point of view, Aberdeen have a new manager, basically a new defence and are six unbeaten, whereas Rangers have injury concerns with a few key players out and arguably not much left to play for the in the league, with their semi-final the following weekend their last chance at silverware and a somewhat successful(ish) season by their standards. It’s almost enough to give you hope but it’s the hope that kills you. Regardless of the outcome tomorrow, I feel like after the split there’s a likelihood that we won’t have everything our own way as we’ve enjoyed (in terms of results) over the past few weeks. With the top six now confirmed but fixtures yet to be released we can only speculate on exactly what we’ll face but undoubtedly two tough fixtures against the old firm sides, wherever they take place, a match against St. Mirren most likely in Paisley where they have proven to be a handful for anyone this season, a Hibs side who remain wildly unpredictable and a game against Hearts that now, after their seeming resurgence today, looks like it could the be the pivotal game of the season for both sides. Post-split looks to me like it could be a total rollercoaster and one we’ll certainly need to strap ourselves in for but given what we’ve seen from Robson and the team of late, I’m much more confident that I won’t be left throwing up my pre match pints and macaroni pie at the other end. There seems to be a lot left in store for us dons fans at the business end of the season. Let’s get down to business.

#aberdeen #aberdeenfc #aberdeenfootballclub #AFC #Scottish Football #scotland

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softlimefluff · 4 years

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#I'm working on hcs as much as possible #it's been a weird week at work for sure #hopefully this weekend I can crank a few out #I just basically passed out for 3 hours to sleep yesterday #after work #thanks everyone for being so patient #alsoooo I would love to write more Caesar Jojo joint hcs?? that would be really fun #i love those boys #I have ONE currently that's a cute comfort for stressed s/o one #i'm rambling but thanks for sticking with me #i love you guys so much #slf talks

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home-grown-magic · 3 years

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Got past the double cuff and am now onto the stripes!

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nikikyuuun · 2 years

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*peeks* can i request riddle, ace and cater with a crush hcs? thank you so much ♡ *vanishes into thin air*

first twst request let's go!!!!! this is such a cute prompt thank u sm...... i hope they aren't too ooc, and i do hope you enjoy! ♡

❧ ace, cater, and riddle with a crush

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❧ oh, lord. ace with a crush isn't so much helpless as he is obvious—from the way the tips of his ears flush red around you to the way his voice almost gets obnoxiously loud in his excitement. as cheesy as it sounds, you have quite a tendency to brighten up his day, regardless of whether you're laughing at something he just said or scolding him for getting himself into trouble.

❧ he's quite forward, too—he just loves making excuses to spend more time with you! he'll help carry your books to the next classroom, walk you to the cafeteria, gather your scattered papers... you get the idea. he'll tease you as usual, "what, can't even carry a few books?" but there's a softness to his smile as he—literally and figuratively—rubs shoulders with you at your regular lunch table.

❧ while some people act rather awkwardly around their crushes, ace seems to be more himself around you, somehow. his laughs are a bit more raucous and his friendly pats on the back a bit more rough, but he's just that much faster to come to your aid, whether it's something completely superficial or something actually quite important. then he'll turn to you and flash a smug, self-satisfied little smile: "hey, i was pretty cool just now, don't you think?"

❧ cater is somehow the most functional of the three, when it comes to crushes! it doesn't take him very long to realise exactly when and how his feelings for you changed, but when he does, he takes the newfound fluttering in his chest in stride... on the outside, at least. he's rather good at keeping his composure around you, but it doesn't take a genius to notice how his hand lingers on your shoulder when he pulls you to his side to take a "commemorative selfie," as he would call it. (he just wanted a new picture of you on his phone.)

❧ he's already paid close attention to you before as a friend, and after realising his crush on you, cater only cranks it up to an eleven. not in a creepy way, though (he hopes), more in a, "hey, you mentioned you have a test tomorrow, right? wanna study together?" way, or even a, "do you wanna go somewhere together this weekend? there's a new place i think you'll like." way. he's definitely the type of person to give you little trinkets because they reminded him of you, though he'll brush it off as being a good upperclassman or a thoughtful friend.

❧ that being said, cater doesn't make much of an effort to be subtle—he doesn't quite feel the need to! he calls your little outings "dates," wraps his arm around your shoulders if you're comfortable, and—"hey, don't you think there happens to be a lot of couples here? wow, what a funny coincidence, huh?" he'll laugh it off, and gauge your reaction, and hope that the flush on your cheeks is an indicator of... something. that you feel the same, hopefully.

❧ it's quite likely that you would've been riddle's first experience with romantic relationships—almost like a first love, of sorts! isn't that romantic? well, ideally it would be, but precisely because you're his first experience with romance at all, riddle's seriously stumped on... what to do about it.

❧ he doesn't go so far as to exempt you from dorm or school rules, especially if you two happen to be dormmates, but he's... almost lenient, with you. from the way the firm clench of his jaw loosens, to the way the crease between his eyebrows eases, to the way he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose with a mumbled little, "i trust this won't happen again."

❧ his attempts are quite cute, if a little clumsy—if you're classmates or in the same year he offers to study together with you, and regardless of whether you're older or younger than him you're always personally invited to every heartslabyul unbirthday party and tea party. isn't it an honour to be invited by the dorm leader himself? he even reserved a seat for you—but only if you want to sit there, of course... (sit next to him, please. he turns so red.)

#OOPSIES THIS TOOK LONG #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #cater diamond x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #bee.writes #anon

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northern-passage · 3 years

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with the june update approaching, i just want to clarify it will be shorter than the last few updates have been, mainly because it’s just all the paths reconvening.

i have the last of the ch1 scenes to finish which have a LOT of variety depending on who you went to blackwater with, what choices you made, etc., so i’m keeping that separate because i know it won’t be finished, though (hopefully) it means july’s update will be a whopper, hahaha.

so far i’ve been working on lea’s scene today and managed to crank out about 4k for it....and that’s only one variation... out of seven 🤧

i don’t like giving out tiny updates but i do think june’s update will be worth it because we finally get some actual plot happening LOL and again it’s a bit to hold over until we finally really truly get into the final stretch of ch1.

so this is what we’re looking at after june:

lea’s end of ch1 scene. this is a mandatory scene that all mcs will get, though as i said there are a lot of variations.

a brief forced bonding scene with noel and clem. this is also a mandatory scene because you WILL hang out with everyone :-)

there are a few different clementine scenes that can happen here that depend on previous choices regarding the deal you may or may not have made with them.

an optional merry scene... 👀

a mandatory scene to remind myself this is a horror game lmfao

and the final scene of ch1 with merry, noel, and the hunter, which will finally bring us home 🙏

i’m going to try my best to get this all finished for july. july is actually the one year mark of me seriously working on tnp, with august 3rd being the anniversary of the demo release. never in a million years did i expect to take this long to write chapter one.... but i really want to thank everyone for sticking with me through all of this and supporting me!!!!

because i also never in a million years expected the response i’ve received from readers and all the nice messages and art and friends i’ve made in this community and everything that you all have done for me 🙇‍♀️ tnp wouldn’t be here without all of you!!!

anyways...sorry to clog your dash with a long mushy post but with the one year mark coming up it’s got me feeling some type of way. i hope all of you are staying safe as always and having a great weekend 💖

#may have got a little misty eyed writing this...who can say.......#update #personal

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ezwhump · 3 years

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Let the Cat Out of the Bag - pet whump, pet-sitting, pampered pet, introduction of characters

“Explain it to me again.”

“Aw, fuck off, Farhan.”

“No, seriously!” Farhan spat a seed shell into the solo cup and took another swig of his beer. “This woman puts an ad in the fucking paper, for christ’s sake, asking for someone to what? Look after her kitty cat?”

He buckled over, eyes creasing, and barked out a laugh.

“No you got that exactly right, man,” Gregor let his mouthful of warm beer dribble back into the bottle and set it down on the table. “She’s got some sorta terminal illness, says she won’t be home enough to look after it, yeah? That’s where I come in.”

Farhan snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yeah but she could just sell it though. Get some dough before she croaks.” He leaned over and snatched the paper off the table. “Pet-sitting. Fucking hell. I can loan you the money, you know.”

When Farhan got serious he got fancy, started picking up his ‘t’s, shortening his vowels. Offering money. It made Gregor raise his hackles.

“When you think about it, it's not a bad gig. I get to fuck around in some OAP’s house all day and I get paid for it. If I do a decent enough job maybe I get in on the will.”

Farhan shook his head, flipping to the sports section of the paper. “You’re a fuckin’ vulture, man.”

Gregor smiled to himself and drank his warm beer anyway. Farhan didn’t really understand, it didn’t matter what the job was, it mattered what the pay was. And he’d do pretty much anything at this point (except become Farhan’s charity case), so long as food got put on the table and the bills were paid, even looking after some geriatric’s pet.

Even if he was allergic to cats.

The car pulled up a few streets away from the old lady’s, and Gregor opened the passenger door.

Farhan leaned over and rolled down the window. “You got your cell?”

Gregor patted his jean’s back pocket.

“Right, good. Wallet, keys?”

“Fuck off, Farhan.” Gregor was getting irate, jumping on the spot with his hands in his front pockets. It was too fucking cold outside for chit-chat, he wanted to get into the warm house and start eating.

Farhan laughed and cranked up the window with a “right, right”.

The house was in a cul-de-sac of luxury townhomes, redbrick with intricate railings and a courtyard with a fountain. Gregor was suddenly very aware of his ratty sneakers and DIY buzzcut. He spat into the bushes and rang the doorbell, stopping short of shouting up to the closest window. It seemed like the sort of place where people would stop and stare if you spoke too loudly, and god forbid he caused a kerfuffle and the police were called.

He patted his pocket for his dab pen and rolled it between his thumb and finger while he waited to be buzzed in.

“Katz residence.”

Gregor jumped and turned to the intercom speaker on the side of the doorway. He pressed the little purple button.

“Uh, hi. It's Gregor. Enache. I’m here for the pet-sitting gi- job.”

He waited for a moment, wind whipping inside his jacket and making him shudder. Then the intercom buzzed and he heard a lock click, so he took his cue and went inside.

After processing the excessive grandeur of the lobby, Gregor took the elevator up to the top floor. All the hallways were cream with soft white lights in sconces and glittering from chandeliers. The floors were marble, and Gregor almost laughed when his soles squeaked and tracked dirt if he scraped them hard enough.

There was a soft tinkling music coming from somewhere and all the doors were painted a deep plum colour with gold handles. The whole place smelled like sweet perfume. Part of Gregor wanted to break everything just to check if it was real (especially the little statues on the antique tables), part of him wanted this whole place to be preserved in resin so he could stare at it forever, but he mostly just wanted to see if there were price listings for any of it. The pawn potential made him lightheaded.

“She’s gonna pay you,” he reminded himself, stopping at door 19 and rapping the golden knocker. It was shaped like a cat.

A boy answered the door. Well, not really a boy, though he seemed younger. He looked around Gregor’s age, 22 or so, but they were leagues apart.

He had pearl-blonde hair that stopped at the base of his throat and his lanky frame was a little taller than Gregor. He was wearing a long-sleeve shirt and slacks made out of the same muslin fabric, but his feet were bare and clean.

“Pleased to meet you Mr. Enache.” A woman’s voice called out from the guy who stepped aside silently to let Gregor in.

Salma Katz was sitting on a white lounge sofa in a skirt and blouse, her legs crossed at the ankles. She wasn’t geriatric by any stretch of the imagination but she did have an air of vulnerability around her, like something was wrong and she was using every vice at her disposal to hide it. It showed in the way she picked at her nails or kept tucking back her blonde bob.

“Hi.” Gregor stood dumbly in the entryway, eyes darting to all of the fanciful objects littered about the place. Little markings of money, of privilege. He felt sort of trapped. “Um, so where is the little guy?”

Salma was blinking sluggishly, and Gregor couldn’t help but compare it to when his mom had gotten hold of Farhan’s Vicodin after his dental surgery last month. Hazy, drugged up. It was probably painkillers or something.

“There are a few things I should go over before I leave, but just in case there’s a list on the refrigerator.” She gestured for Gregor to sit and he did, slumping into the love-seat across from her, a glass coffee table between them with a small vase of peach roses in the middle of it.

“I’m very invested in the comfort and safety of my pet while I’m enjoying treatment, and thus very meticulous. . . about who watches him.” The boy had taken a seat on the floor in front of her lounge chair, and Gregor had to drag his eyes back to Salma.

“Right. Well, I mean, why put it in the paper then? Any dickwad off the street could come in.” A humoured smile lit up her face, and Gregor caught himself. “Uh, with all due respect, ma’am.”

Salma laughed, an airy, unbothered sound. “Well, just prove to me that I made the correct choice young man, and we won’t have a problem.” Her eyes trailed Gregor up and down and he tried not to squirm, setting his jaw and meeting her eyes. They glinted. “Now, Leander has a particular diet which I included on the list. I presume you can cook?”

Gregor nodded. He’d had to learn a long time ago.

“Wonderful. Taking him outside the apartment is discouraged, however we do have a balcony if you’ll be needing to smoke or he needs fresh air. He takes a bath most nights, and you’ll know what to wash him with. Oh, and of course if you need anything from him all you need to do is ask.”

“It’s trained?” Gregor felt his eyes widen, impressed. Cat’s weren’t usually trained, but he should’ve figured given the context of the whole situation.

“Indeed he is. Now, I wouldn’t want him to get lonely, either. He has his own room but he does enjoy company. Would you be available to watch him five days a week?”

Gregor thought for a moment and nodded. He’d cover his bases, pay his dues, on the weekend. And besides, pets didn’t really require all that much effort.

“Perfect. Does 7-12 feel appropriate? Of course we’d provide you with adequate food, a bed, transport, and whatever else you require to perform your duties.” She was talking slowly, like she was trying to coerce a wild animal into a cage, but Gregor wasn’t going to complain. Living in a place like this all day, free food, a fucking car, and all he had to do was refill a food bowl and wrestle it into a bath sometimes? He felt like he’d stumbled upon a get-out-of-jail-free card.

“Sure, no problem.”

Salma smiled again and smoothed her hand along the boy’s hair, standing up and gesturing for Gregor to do so as well. Gregor tried to keep the incredulity from showing on his face.

She reached out and took Gregor’s hand, clasping it briefly and then turning back to the boy. Gregor looked around again for a tabby, a persian. A fucking tiger.

Salma ushered the boy forward, and he stood graceful and silent in front of Gregor, avoiding eye contact.

“Mr. Enache, this is Leander. My pet.”

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I’m taking a short break from Russ & Lennon, but hopefully you guys will enjoy reading about Gregor & Leander as much as I enjoy writing them :) I’m starting up a new tag list for these two so if you’d like to be included pls just let me know! <3 - ez

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#pet whump #pampered pet #whump #brief mention of drug abuse #cw unknowingly using it as a pronoun #cw brief mention of cancer/terminal illness #cw brief mention of alcohol #cw unintentional dehuminization #pet-sitting #again pls lmk if i missed any tags

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zanniscaramouche · 3 years

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SUNDAY SNIPPET - THE GROUND BELOW IS ABOVE MY FEET

hi yes it’s your PT zoner here, the last to everything. Today did not go as planned yet somehow I still managed to crank out 2k on my big bang so far and hopefully a bit more before bed.

thank you, and I mean this with my whole heart, to every single person that’s tagged me not only this week but in every week past. I absolutely adore every one of you and the community of support that’s been created here.

Recently I was tagged by @lululawrence @hadestyles @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @cyantific @harrystinyshorts @theisolatedlily @adidassquad @solvetheminourdreams ♡♡♡ This one’s a bit longer than I’d normally share, but I’m drowning in nouis feels and had to share the burden.

I tag @falsegoodnight @runaway-train-works @brickredtoe @scrunchyharry @laynefaire @mercurial-madhouse @fallinglikethis @allwaswell16 @soldouthaz @harryanthus @vintageumbroshirt @haztobegood and anyone else who would like to share something during the week or next weekend :) just for fun, no pressure if you haven’t got something on the go xx

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“You alright mate?” Niall asks awkwardly, like he’s unsure he wants an answer that’ll cement this step into untraveled territory between them. Their friendship has never gone here.

There are walls keeping them neatly on the outside of each others minds that Louis’ never cared to notice before. He’s got a feeling they hadn’t always been there, but somewhere along the way and after years of Louis adamantly shutting him down, Niall stopped trying to break through. Even built a few of his own.

Louis doesn’t know if Niall had dreams of being more, doesn’t know why he never did anything with his degree, and he’s starting to realise the agonizing reality that he doesn’t really know the man in front of him.

“M’ getting there, s’just…” Louis’ body hums with frazzled nerve endings the rawness this act of blatant introspection has opened inside him. He messes with his fringe and struggles to look Niall in the eye, struggles to find the right words to puke up. Harry always has the right fucking words for these things, what the fuck would he say?

“Are you happy?” Is what tumbles from his mouth, stiff and clunky in his voice. But Louis’ only got his own voice to work with, hasn’t he.

Niall shoves hands into his jacket as he chews it over, his mirth drained. The edge of harsh white lights over the petrol pumps cast him as a high-contrast bruise on the night. When he meets Louis’ eyes head on they’re steady with a grave seriousness choking Louis with intensity. It feels like he’s being held at knifepoint.

“Kinda stupid asking shite like that, don’t you think?”

Niall blinks and the look is gone, the sharpness in him faded to his regular scuffed appearance as he ruffles his hair, rubs his nose, but it’s not until he turns his back to head off into the darkness of the strip that Louis can finally breathe again.

A few steps into his usual arrogant stride, just before the shadows swallow him whole, Niall calls over his shoulder. “Happy looks good on you, Lou. Some of us just get to be alive.”

#Ground Below #Sunday Snippet #nouis feels #zanni writes #1D Big Bang #One Direction Big Bang #Louis Tomlinson #Niall Horan

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stillebesat · 3 years

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Catch Me (If You Can) -Part 1

December Drabbles Day 17 Sanders Shorts: Remy Sanders Sides: Logan Blurb: Remy would not allow himself to be seen as needy and helpless in front of the general masses. He had an image to uphold. One of perfect health, snarky comebacks, and general sassiness. He didn’t get sick. Fic Type: Sick!Fic, Guardian!AU Overall Fic Warnings: Sickness, Fainting, Mentions of Religion Taglist in reblog.

He tried to push open a pull door. That’s how Remy knew he was in trouble.

“Gurl. Seriously?” He rasped, wincing at how his voice sounded like he’d been stranded in the Sahara Desert for twelve years.

That wasn’t good.

He needed to sound perfect. Perfectly uncaringly carefree that is. No one needed him sick. No siree. No. Remy would not allow himself to be seen as needy and helpless in front of the general masses. He had an image to uphold. One of perfect health, snarky comebacks, and general sassiness. He didn’t get sick.

The fact that the words ‘PULL’ were dancing right in front of his bloodshot eyes and he’d still tried to push open the freaking door was beside the point.

Remy swallowed in a failed attempt to soothe the fire burning his throat to a crisp as he drew up his flagging energy to pull open said door. Pushing would have been so much easier. Taken less energy. Energy Remy was barely managing to keep above empty at the moment. No, if the cool glass door had only allowed him to let his weight fall against it in order to gain access into the local cafe that the interwebs claimed had a cure-all chicken based chili that could fix any illness within the hour, they both would have been much better off.

Hopefully this was more of a fifteen minute cure. Remy would be spending the last of his money on this soup. He didn’t have an hour to feel better. Not after being laid up in his closet sized bedroom for the past two days with nothing but water in his apartment. He had places to be, a midterm exam to nail and a delightful after party to attend.

Adjusting his sunglasses, Remy walked-he did not stagger!-inside and paused to take in the place as the first nauseating wift of eggs and bacon hit his nose.

Quaint.

That was the first word that came to his spinning mind. A quaint little cafe that practically screamed fifties country diner. Warm. Inviting. Probably run by a white-haired grandmother who adopted all the college kids as her precious grandchildren and piled their plates high with food to ensure that they got a ‘proper meal.’

At least that’s what he thought normal grandmothers did. His old hag had lived off of bread and butter for so long Remy doubted the creature masquerading as his granny knew other food existed. She certainly hadn’t when he’d been forced to stay weekends there as a kid.

Focus.

Remy tugged at the collar of his jacket, already feeling sweat running down his back and prickling on his forehead. Too Warm. Grandma needed to turn on the AC.

Focus.

There were far more of his peers hanging out here than he’d expected, doubling vision to be ignored, and he did not want to make a fool of himself by throwing up two steps inside the building.

Remy took a shallow breath to avoid smelling more eggs. This soup better be heaven sent, because if it smelt anything like whatever was currently cooking...he doubted he would be able to keep it down.

“--lp you?”

Remy blinked, lowering his sunglasses as he turned to the singular cadentic voice that cut through the buzzing in his head and promptly forgot that his lungs worked.

If the soup wasn’t angelic, the help certainly was.

Tall, lithe, with sharp sapphire eyes accentuated perfectly by a pair of glasses. The man standing at the counter was like the handsome stranger one meets in a romcom. That or one of those cherubic angels -minus the tropey golden locks- he’d been forced to stare at whenever the old hag had dragged him to church.

Remy pushed his shades back up, hiding his bloodshot eyes. What sort of deal with God had this Grandma made to have such a dark haired handsome glass of yesness working for her?

The man raised a singular perfect eyebrow. “Can I help you?” He repeated in that same melodious voice.

Remy nodded, not yet trusting himself to speak without sounding like a harpy in the face of such a wonderful tone.

Focus.

First approach.

Sticking his hands in his jacket pockets, Remy sauntered -he did not sway not at all, he was in perfect control of his balance thank you- up to the counter and leaned against it, offering his most dazzling smile to the man.

Moment of truth.

“Hey, honeycakes.” He said keeping his tone low to prevent the rasp in his voice from being heard. “Where’s your Halo? Cus you, my dear, are quite the Angel.”

Nailed it.

The man pursed his lips in a thin line, his head moving in the slightest of shakes. “Unfortunately, we’re out of honey cakes, sir.” He said, tilting his head to the display of desserts in the glass next to him. “But our triple death by chocolate cake will send you,” his hands moved to form air quotations -who did that anymore?- “over the edge.”

Ooo was that a threat or an invitation? Remy flashed another smile, tugging at the collar of his jacket. So warm in here. “So long as you’re there to catch me, Honeybee. I’ll gladly leap over any edge for you.”

The man adjusted his black rimmed glasses, moving to the register. “So you want the cake then? That’ll be $3.58. For here or to go?”

Seriously? Remy gaped before clicking his tongue in exasperation and straightened, only to grab the counter to keep himself from falling backwards as his legs nearly buckled.

Focus Darlin. Get in. Get out. Get healthy. Flirt later.

“Actually.” He flinched as his voice grated in his ears. He swallowed, again lowering his tone to hide the soreness of his throat as he rested his elbows on the counter. “I came for your ah--” He flicked his eyes up to the menu overhead, briefly lowering his shades to squint at the wiggling letters. “Chicken Chili a la Cluck.”

A spark of recognition flashed in the Angel’s eyes. “Ah, you are under the weather?”

“Wha--NO!” Shoot. Was it that obvious? “No, ma’am!” His voice cracked as Remy jerked his hand up in the scout salute. “On my honor it's for a….” He trailed off. Well that was a pretty pickle. How the blazes could he lie if he was promising on his honor?

The man crossed his arms the faintest of smiles appearing on his lips. “Let me guess? A friend?”

Was that excuse used a lot then? He shrugged, shivering as a chill ran down his back. Geez, Grandma had cranked the AC up a little too high now. The place was going to freeze over any second. “I just wanted a taste of home-made soup is all.” He managed, rubbing his arms. “To go.”

Handsome remained silent, seemingly staring straight into his soul, bright blue eyes analyzing him like a hawk about to swoop down upon a rabbit.

Geez. He was no rabbit! Remy fixed a smile on his face, ignoring how his gums ached. Don’t show weakness. Not in front of his peers. He was fine. He totally didn’t feel like his knees were going to buckle at any second. Not at all. He could hold it together for a few minutes longer.

Abruptly the man nodded, releasing Remy from his analyzing stare as he pushed his glasses up so that the glare of the lights overhead on the lenses hid his eyes.

A pity. He could stare into those glorious eyes all day long.

“Of course, Total is $4.78 for the half size.”

Perfect. He only had a five anyways. “Ah, Sugarbee, truly you are an angel to provide me with such an affordable price for homemade goodness.” He purred, shifting slightly to fish out his limp wallet from his back pocket. This soup better be divine. If he kept up this conversation much longer his throat truly would catch fire.

The man raised an eyebrow, holding out his hand. “I am not the one to thank for deciding prices, sir.”

Sure sure. Grandma was the one who did, sweet soul that she was, making things affordable for all her poor adopted college children.

“I’m sure if such an angelic being such as yourself set the prices then they would be even more heavenly.” Remy swallowed wishing the soup already was in his grasp as he finally pulled out the crumpled bill, fingers betraying him by trembling. “Even so, you can keep the--”

The Angel’s cool fingers brushed his own, feeling like a breath of fresh air on a hot summer’s day. Remy’s breath caught in his throat, hazy mind short-circuiting at the unexpected touch. How he wanted to take those hands and-- GET A GRIP REMY! “--change.” He choked out, dropping his hand to the counter before he did something even more stupid than pushing on the pull door.

Smooth. Real smooth. Geez Gurl. Keep it together!

But that didn’t stop his fingers from tingling, nor from the room suddenly feeling like a sauna. What had happened to the arctic temperatures freezing him two minutes ago?

The man huffed, slipping the five into the till. “Your soup will be out momentarily, sir.” He said, dropping the coins into the nearby tip jar with an all too loud clink. “If you could step aside so I could help the next customer in line?”

Remy glanced behind him, lowering his glasses. Internally he cursed as he took in the gaggle of people he could barely focus on. Shoot. When had they come in?! He usually was more aware of that sort of thing.

“Relax, Specs.” Said the guy right behind him, wearing a simple red shirt that showed off nicely toned arms.

Specs? What an ugly nickname. The Angel behind him was far more than his glasses.

“I don’t mind the wait.” Red flashed a smile to Remy. “It’s not everyday I get to witness someone flirting with you.”

Really? He had to have misheard that. “Who wouldn’t flirt with him?” Remy asked, casually straightening slowly enough that his vision wouldn’t tunnel. “Honeybee here is absolutely…” He gestured to give himself a chance to swallow back the agony rising in his throat. “Divine.”

Red’s grass green eyes sparked with humor as he looked beyond Remy. “So I keep telling him.”

“You tell me yes, and we both know you’re prone to drastic exaggeration.” His Angel stated, barely twitching as the chef rang the bell, placing a to-go bowl within range for ‘Specs’ to reach if he would simply turn around and grab Remy’s food. “Now are you going to order or are you just here to antagonize me at work again?” He asked.

“Mmmm. Gurl. No. No.” Remy shook his head, whirling to fully face his cadentic Angel and promptly regretted it, placing a hand on the counter as his knees almost buckled. Hold on. Hold on. He was fine. “Ah--” He forced a smile to his face, fighting to see through his darkening shades, to look into those wondrous eyes. “Red here---no---doesn’t lie. You are an….an….ange--” The words suddenly felt heavy on his tongue as the diner tilted, the pressure of the cool marble top fading from his fingers as he fell backwards.

“HEY!”

A band of ice wrapped around his wrist, jerking Remy upwards. His eyes fluttered open enough to see his Angel lunging over the counter, one hand holding his, the other clenching onto his jacket, saving his head from hitting the tile floor.

Well how about that?

“You…caught me.” He whispered in stunned disbelief as his Angel’s bright blue eyes seemed to fill his entire world before everything went black.

To Be Continued Part 2

#Catch Me (If You Can)#December Drabbles #stillebesat #Sanders Sides #Remy #Logan #Sleep #Logic #Sick!Remy #Sick!Fic #Guardian!AU #sickness tw #mentions of religion tw #fainting tw #December Day 17

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