#popping peapods

[darcyolsson]

wait hold on. is ragnor literally not in the mortal instruments AT ALL ??? i misremembered these books so bad how did i imagine him being there when he was in fact. literally not. barely gets mentioned, even

#he 'died' before he ever showed up on screen and he only pops back up again in tda? #what the hell 😭 i was so excited to see my bestie </3</3</3 my sweet peapod of love </3</3</3 #vic reads tmi

[chaoscheebs]

It's Midnight, Cinderella, chapter 3

(Chapter 1) - (Chapter 2) - (Chapter 3) - (Fic Tag)

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Despite not figuring anything out, Yugi managed to get through Sunday all right. Putting a hole in his lip was, perhaps unsurprisingly, a pretty decent distraction from his worries, or, more accurately, having something to focus on twisting every so often and keeping clean was the real distraction. He wasn’t sure if it was the piercer’s skill or his own high pain tolerance, but the actual piercing process didn’t really hurt. That said, maybe he was fiddling with the new piercing a little too much, because that was actually starting to hurt a little.

… that wasn’t stopping him from doing it too much the next day, tho’. Anxiety was a bitch like that.

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“We can’t give you the guest list due to privacy concerns.”

That was the answer given to Seto when he tried to get it Sunday, like they weren’t all in the same damned room for hours. Fine, then, he was going to get it his own way, and work from what he could remember in the meantime, he thought as he walked briskly down the hallway, flanked by his younger brother. One way or another, he was going to get to the bottom of this, damn it.

Mokuba, sighing and gently nudging Seto so he wouldn’t walk into the employee heading in their direction, asked, again, “Are you sure it wasn’t just Yugi? Because it sounds like it was Yugi.”

Seto opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a male voice saying, “Dude, you really need to leave that alone; you’re gonna get it infected.”

He turned his head to see who it was. Speak of the devil; there was Yugi himself, standing by a water cooler, being chided by a man with a comparable amount of piercings. Probably someone from VFX; they really go to extremes in that department, but damned if they don’t make dragons look even cooler than they already are. “I know, I know, but I can’t help it…” Yugi replied, playing with a piercing that was increasingly surrounded by an irritated red.

With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Seto gestured to Yugi and told Mokuba, “Do you really think I wouldn’t notice that hair from a mile away? They may have a similar build, but Yugi hasn’t changed that weird hairstyle since high school; it’s not him.”

“Weird…?” Yugi muttered, scowling at Seto and still insistently twiddling that damned lip ring. In fact, it looked like he was doing it with greater intensity?

Seto grumbled, then took a couple steps closer and grabbed Yugi’s wrist, causing Yugi to let go of the lip ring in shock. “Stop that,” Seto ordered, shoving some lump of plastic hastily grabbed from his pocket into Yugi’s hand. “If you need something to keep your hands busy, use that.”

Yugi, wrist now freed, blinked at the object in his hand. “An infinity cube?”

Mokuba, behind Seto, sighed. “You still carry those around for me?”

“You kept losing or forgetting them.”

“Yeah, when I was ten; I’m nearly an adult now,” Mokuba protested.

Seto produced another fidget toy from a pocket, a little plastic peapod from which he popped a smiling pea out for emphasis. “So you don’t want this, then?”

Mokuba snatched the toy out of Seto’s hand. “I didn’t say that.”

Yugi let out a little laugh before turning his eyes back to the lump of plastic in his hand. “Anyway, I appreciate the thought, but I always end up breaking these things,” he said, trying to pass it back to Seto. “You’d better keep it for Mokuba.”

Holding a hand flat upright, Seto pushed Yugi’s hand and the object back. “Then break it. We have a whole drawer of these damned things at home; one broken one isn’t going to make a difference.”

“He’s not joking; big brother doesn’t do anything halfway and got way too many of them,” Mokuba agreed, repeatedly popping out the smiling pea from his toy.

“Of course I don’t do anything halfway; only losers do that,” Seto said, looking smug.

“I don’t think that’s necessarily a good thing…” Yugi replied, frowning. He looked to the toy again and sighed. “Still… I guess there’s no arguing with you about this. Thanks.”

Seto simply made a non-committal sound of agreement before starting to walk away, gesturing for Mokuba to follow him. “Anyway, I also wouldn’t miss an obvious piercing like that one, either,” Seto said, continuing the line of thought from before.

The sound of plastic being a little too forcefully clacked together rang out behind them, but only Mokuba paid it any mind. “Y’know, he could have gotten it on Sunday…”

Another loud clack. “Do you really think it would have gotten that irritated if he’s only had it one day? I’m hardly a professional in the field, but he would have had to be fiddling with that non-stop to look like that.”

A louder sound of plastic cracking this time, followed by a quiet “fuck.” Seto stopped once again and looked over his shoulder at Yugi. “… go to the break room and take a moment to breathe; you clearly can’t get back to work like this.”

Yugi, startled, accidentally tossed the cube in the air for a moment before struggling (but successfully managing) to catch the object. “Y-yeah, I should do that…”

“Stay away from the coffee while you’re there; it’ll only make you more jittery.”

“R-right!” Yugi said, turning tail and walking away faster than Seto had ever seen him move in a long time. Anxiety’s just like that, Seto guessed.

Not that it matters at all; Seto has his own business to attend to. He turned back to his brother, who was looking back at the direction Yugi had gone with a worried (suspicious?) frown, and urged him to keep moving. There was a mystery to get to the bottom of here, damn it; there was no time to worry about Yugi being… Yugi.

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Once Yugi turned the corner, he bolted to the nearest mens’ room, locked himself in a stall, and plunked himself down on the toilet, shaking like a leaf and still clutching the (probably broken already) cube. Shit, how did that breathing thing go? In for four, hold for seven, out for eight? In four, out four? Ugh, trying to figure out the math only stressed him out more, so he settled for fishing out his phone and watching cat videos until he settled down instead. Bless you, Maru the cat and his owner for uploading the vids.

After a while of watching said cat jump into boxes in increasingly silly ways, his racing mind finally settled enough to attempt sorting things out in his head. So, one, Kaiba told his brother about the thing. OK, fine, makes sense enough. Two, Mokuba is too damned smart for Yugi’s own good. Three, thankfully Kaiba is too dense for his own good and doesn’t think it’s him. Four, is Kaiba looking for him, or were they just talking about it? Yugi just doesn’t know, and he doesn’t like that he doesn’t know.

Ugh. Maybe he should have just pretended he was sick and called off like he had wanted to. But no, that would have just made mom and, worse, his grandpa worry about him instead and that’d be stressful in its own right. Grandpa was already suspicious something happened that night, and god, sure, his grandpa was chill and he trusted him and all, but he did NOT want to have that kind of conversation with him.

… really, he should talk with someone about this, but—

Before he could finish making excuses to himself, a knock on the stall pulled him out of his thoughts. “Hey, are you OK? You’ve been in there a while,” a familiar male voice asked.

Ah. Kuroda must have been worried and followed him here. “… y-yeah, I’m feeling a bit better now. Thanks for asking, tho’,” Yugi replied.

“Sure, no prob,” Kuroda said. There was a pause, followed by, “… so, what was that about, anyway? You’re kinda famous for bein’ the one guy around here who isn’t intimidated by the big bossman.”

Yugi leaned forward, resting his elbow on his upper leg and holding his head with one hand, and groaned. “It’s… a long story. Let’s just say I’m trying to figure out how to do damage control for a pretty big mistake and leave it at that.”

“Gotcha.” A pause. “… y’need me to let someone in your department know you’re gonna be a minute in here?”

“Nah, I have my phone to let ‘em know if I’m gonna take that long,” Yugi said. “Thanks, tho’.”

“Sure, no problem.” Another pause, followed by the awkward shuffling of feet. “Y’know, if you do wanna talk later, tho’, you got my LINE ID.”

Yugi let out a weak laugh. “Yeah, I know. I’ll be OK, I just… need another minute, that’s all.”

“Sure, gotcha. Feel better, man.”

Yugi waited until he could no longer hear footsteps walking away before he heaved a big sigh. He was 100% not going to talk to a workmate about what had happened, but Kuroda had a point; he really should talk to someone about this mess. It had completely slipped his mind yesterday, considering he crashed not long after returning from his appointment and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening face-down on his pillow, which left him in the same predicament as the night before. Namely, did he really want to bother anyone in the middle of this night with this mess? Not to mention the time difference when it came to contacting Anzu…

He set his phone and the damaged infinity cube on his lap, then lightly slapped his cheeks with both hands. C’mon, Yugi, man up, he thought to himself. It wasn’t even lunchtime yet, he had the whole rest of the day of work to get through, and then, finally, figuring out who to reach out to. He can do it, he thought.

Collecting his items first, he rose from his seat and opened the stall door. No more stalling; it was time to get back to work.

#yugioh #rivalshipping #yugi muto #seto kaiba #my fic #it's midnight cinderella #mokuba kaiba is very tired

[realhankmccoy]

what about substance use in the cuck? after all, how could Bruce and Boi be cucks when they smoke marijuana, which Trump doesn't, and my dad pops all sorts of pills and drinks alcoholi, which Trump doesn't, and my brother is a recovering alcoholic and pot-smoker, which Trump doesn't?

cuz cuck is as i said a passive person, lazy and just kind of unknowlingly waiting for Trump to fill him like an empty vessel

it's like the devil whisipering in your ear. 'through me, life gets easier'

as bruce put it when he tried to play devil to me 'take a little more' (this is what he literally said) my dad tries to teach me this and actually gets MAD at me that i don't cheat the government a little more... chicago boi recently had a 'take a little more' post...

it's just eerie, totally spooky how these people are 4 kernels of corn on the same Trumpian corncob. am i overreacting? no. there's a sort of bias that when you look for correlations, suddenly you find them. i'm aware of this cognitive bias. that's not what's at play. when you look at what is ABSENT

from them -- the 9/10th human side -- you can see how narrowly the patriarchy packs those little peas in the pod, all feeling snug and powerful inside it, because they all know they have the potential to someday be a big beanstalk

meanwhile out in reality, outside the pod, i'm already a mature plant and wondering 'what in the fucking fuck are these lippy peapods deranged about in concern to me today?'

not having ever learned to do good in their lives, not ever having wanted to work in their lives, of course Trump marched right in and took control of their psyches.

that's important to keep in mind, that pscyhadelics or numbing agents or antidepressants can't stop the cucking and may indeed make you more vulnerable to being cucked.

here's further evidence that it is real:

compare the 4 cusk (dad, Bruce, Boi, brother) to Trump vs the following: Harris Sanders Biden Macron Arden Merkel Scholz mom cousin J a random non Trump-voting passersby in Rockford Pence Bill Barr Roseanne Barr John Boehner Mitch McConnell etc. etc.

in all 4 cases, nobody who you could say they're cucked by it is clear that Trump is easily -- big bright neon light -- the one you would have to circle in comparing them to. He is the force that they are most akin to in 1) philosophy 2) social relationships 3) political outbursts 4) they type of people they are 'veering towards' in their 'becoming better' process 5) the words they use to belittle others

of course they've only been becoming much worse anyhow, food for thought

my bacon is ready -- that's tonight's Saturday night snack, kids

[golivefest]

How i Stop Death with... my Uncle Jimmy

by +

'i wanna thank u 4 helping me reach the understanding'

My uncle Jimmy inspires me to protect black women in a world w/o police when i think about how he took care of his daughters, wife, sisters & mother. Despite others' oppression, aggression & depression he provided for them every moment of the day. Generations came out to celebrate his life... it says everything that his transitional thoughts and experiences were with his eldest granddaughter and youngest daughter. Lucky man.

i always put black women first and i've never known a guy other than my uncle who woke up and went harder for our queens. 💜🔊

My Uncle Jimmy reminds me to raise #reparations for free homes + fresh food when i think about one of our own final memories showing him a peapod before it headed out to our free food forest on 79th. Later he would pop up while i was at my granddad's. i think his father and i talked about trading raw veggies, i probably took home some tomatoes & peppers while they shared recipe secrets and such. i also cherish planting seeds with a grandson of Jim's, my cousin's son, when he was a toddler. Handing down agricultural knowledge to black men is the greatest gift, something i could only experience through these legends on my mother's side of family. 🖤

My Uncle Jimmy inspires me to #StayHome and end the virus when i think about the symptoms of his passing. Calling in close friends after provided the largest support for the #COVIDstrike ⬛ petition to date. But for years i feared this day would come. Knowing he had no choice (as a King in the so-called Sandwich Generation) to be there for his four daughters, own parents, numerous grandbabies and everyone else a black village holds. i cringed and worked harder hearing about him getting sick over and over, his housemates being holed up with COVID when he didn't have it, knowing how no matter what kind of cough lingered it paled to the necessity of having to check on my grandparents to make sure they were ok, ate today and bringing them food if they haven't. In-between picking up and dropping off 3 other generations of people.

When folks started talking about frontline workers, they didn't mention community caretakers like my uncle. When #cynical folks decided it didn't matter if the elderly or very young passed away and decided to keep going to work and school they signed a death certificate not just for folks with disabilities, like my littlest cousins or my oldest living ancestors. But for everybody, all of us in the middle. COVID tore the heart out from my family. And i can't lie and say we're just going to persevere. We won't, without more folks joining in to change the status quo. i've seen the decimation of families around us & i just want to see mine safe.

Jimmy reminds me to go live and use celebration to stop death. Wiz Khalifa's "See You Again" is one of the biggest rap songs ever and he's one of my favorite rappers meanwhile "We Dem Boyz" is the song of his that was mentioned at my uncle's funeral. He lives on through another man's work, on its waves. We are all dem boyz. And it's black art that gives me the confidence to say i hope i will see him once more. Not in a fictional heaven but in a science based paradise. If we can isolate DNA and consciousness, regenerate or redirect what life is. Every day i will wake up and do the #After12 💜🔊 worksheet tapping in to bring resources together, go live, build utopia and stop death.

After i wrote a previous personal essay about leaving my mother's my relationship with my Uncle was somewhat colder. i was one of those blackballed for calling out #YCAharm 💜 after years of fighting as a queer man to be respected and i came home to folks not calling me by my chosen name. A lack of respect for my choices i felt was further forced by me foregoing the accolades my peers accrued. Jim was a sensitive boy, protecting these women since before i was even here. He never called me by my true name but still: we had love. My mother has been sharing a happy essay i wrote 20 years ago about us. And i remember how his hands felt this last time we broke bread. Until i see him again, i will take care of his granddaughter's world. With all you.

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#after12 #stopdeath #golivefest #mtvxo #reparations #utopia

[worldismyne]

Clover meeting Roland HCs

Sometimes I think of things and forget I have to share them if I want other peeps to get on board.

According to Formspring/asks...

A) Roland fell in love with Clover when he took shelter at her family's home after his service in the military (implying the farm in the comic was Clover's family home not Roland's)

B) If Clover didn't have kids, the first thing she'd do is go streaking through the town square.

C) At one point, when Roland thought he would die, he thought he heard an angel say someone was waiting for him to return.

So I figured based on how their kids act I could work backward and expand their personalities that way.

I thought it would be interesting if Rolands stubborn moralistic thinking got him in big trouble, where he got slapped with a charge and the punishment was setving in the army.

Meanwhile, Clover was growing up in a town where a lot of the men her age were out 'crusading' (see the sherbert page for context) So her options were kind of limited.

Instead of settling, she dug in her heels and fought back every rotten proposal she got. Going to shakspearean levels of acting bananas so no one would want her (like, say, prancing around nude lol). Her fighting with her parents keeps escalting.

When researching white witchcraft, I found there's a love spell where if you put pea pods on a doorframe, they're supposed to be your soulmate.

So I thought it be funny if she did that. She set up the peapods the night before. Fought with her parents abt her behavior. And then declares

"You want to marry me off so bad? I'll marry the first man who walks through that door!"

In pops Roland. (The farm is canonically the first building you'd come to entering Cailburry. So if he was scouting the area and looking for aid for the company on the way back... I'm just saying it's likely.

And Clover doubles down hard. Roland having no money or descent status is just icing on the cake. Having got what she wanted through sheer willpower alone, Clover chills out. Harv seeing (in his eyes) people act rude to his mom for no reason when he was small and impressionable gave him that "let's hear both sides" aditude. Since then, the town thinks Roland's just that good of a husband.

Meanwhile, Roland thinks he's witnessed an act of God and tried really hard not to mess this second chance up. He kinda over corrects and gets too moral panicky with the boys so they don't end up in a similiar situation he was in. Rhodri's responsible for all his grey hairs.

#Warrior u #Harv got the i can fix him gene from his mom lol

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[hauntedvermont]

Interview: Thea Lewis | Author & Queen City Ghostwalk

I talk with Thea Lewis (@thealewis) from Queen City Ghostwalk (@13haunts), known for Ghosts and True Crimes from Burlington, VT. Enjoy! #HauntedVermont #QueenCityGhostwalk #Vermont #HauntedBurlington #GhostTours

Vermont native Thea Lewis is a writer and creator of special events. When not touring, she’s stirring up fun with speaking engagements, pop-up events and big productions like Queen City Ghostwalk’s Halloween season showing of the classic film, Rocky Horror Picture Show. In addition to her work with The History Press, Thea has written a book for kids, There’s a Witch In My Sock Drawer! (Peapod…

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#author #burlington #interview #local #queen city ghostwalk #thea lewis

[gegewrites]

Fezco- Peek-a-boo p2

(smut)

i dont know why you guys wanted a P2 but here it is 

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Published 3/13/22

Fezcos pov-

“What the fuck just happened?” (y/n) asked as I reversed out of the driveway. Rue didn’t get here fast enough so she ain’t getting a ride back.

“Dudes been giving us shit for awhile.” Ash answered.

“Fuckin with rue and Jules, called the cops on us…man deserves it.” I looked at her in the rear view mirror, she looked as good as she did when I saw her at Laurie’s. She looked at me like a deer in headlights,”you good?”

“Ya I’m fine.” She smiled,”I’ve seen worse, you met my dad.”

“Fuck yo dad.” Ash said, turning to look at her.

“He’s a peice of shit, I know.” Ash turned back in his seat.

“Imma fu-“

“You ain’t killin nobody righ’ now.” I hit his shoulder lightly.

“This peapod is the one who killed mouse?” Her tone was shocked and also impressed.

“A hammer.”

“Shiit kid, takin one for the team huh?” She laughed

“..now am I takin you home or…”

“I live in LA, you ain’t driving there.”

“So my place?”

“Sure.”

A month later-

Your pov-

I was once again at my parents place. I really only wanted to see snowball again. I ran my finger up his beak and over his crown, down his back and then tapped his toes.

“So.” My mother said as she placed her cup of tea onto the table,”how’s life been treating you?”

“Good, good.” I nodded,”got a…boyfriend.”

“Oh?” She took a sip of her tea,”tell me…is it Fezco?”

“If I said it was how would you react?”

“Seems decent, haven’t talked to him much.”

“He’s nice.” I smiled as snowball turned around and bobbed his head.

“Peek-a-boo!” He raised his wings and turned around as he bobbed his head before coving it with his wings and then popping out once more ”peek-a-boo!”

“I can see you.” I scratched the top of his head and my phone dinged. I leaned and picked it off of the table.

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Fezco💚: you in town?

Me: @ my parents y

Fezco💚: meet at the store?

Me: can I bring snowball?

Fezco💚: sure

Fezco💚: can use a mascot

Me: be there in 20

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“Um, imma head out.” I looked at her.

“Your boyfriend?” She grabbed her cup.

“Ya, also can I bring snowball?” She nodded.

“Just take his cage.” She said as I put my hand next to him and he preached. I wasnt worried about him flying away, he never flew, never learned. So all he did was walk around and Bob his head.

Fezcos pov-

“Peek-a-boo!” I heard come from the door, I looked up from my phone and saw (y/n) and the bird.

“Yo.” I said as she walked over.

“Hey babe.” She placed a kiss on my lips.

“Boo!” I heard the click of his feet on the counter.

“So how’s your day going?” She leaned on the counter and waved to ash in the back.

“Slow, you?”

“Got some new customers in the city, and a new dealer, good prices for good shit.” I nodded.

“You don’t buy from ur mom?” I raised my brow and she shook her head.

“I’m not tellin her I’m still in the game.” She Kent her hand to snowball and he walked onto it,”she thinks I work at a coffee shop.”

“You do though.”

“Ya and it’s a launder business to hide the flow of cash from the guy k buy from.”

“You in some mob typa shit, aight, I see you.” I chuckled and she laughed, she raised her hand to snow and he got on it and started singing a tune, no words just sounds,”ain’t he gon like…fly away?”

“No, he never learned.” She shrugged her shoulders as he traveled up her arm using his beak to grab the fabric of her hoodie and climb and sit on her shoulder , and cuddle into her neck.

“I’m too stoned for this righ’ now.”

Your pov-

Another week past begore I saw him in person again, this time no bird. I realized how much of a cockblock he was and didn’t bring him along this time. Also if I wanted him I had to see my mother and father and that wasn’t happening. got into a fight with her about the shit she did to me when i was younger...jesus.

I walked up to the door, looking up at the security camera. I pressed the buzzer.

“Yo! It’s fucking Raining! let me in!” I laughed and I soon saw Fezco walking down the way.

“You right, it is raining.” Fezco opened the gate and o quickly wakes through it.

“No shit!” I laughed as he locked it. I turned to walk into the house before he grabbed my wrist.

“Nah. Come here.” He pulled me towards him and I wrapped my arms around him.

“Getting your movie moment kiss?” I giggled.

“Shut up.“ he chuckled and leaned down a bit and Placed his lips onto mine. Made me forget about the rain soaking my clothes my arms draped around his neck, his beard tickled my face lightly and his lips moved him mine. One of his hands sat on my waist and the other on my cheek. I loved the way he kissed me. Was always so sweet and passionate, he made me feel…great.

“It’s rainiing.” I heard a girl slur. The voice was familiar.

“Faye,go inside aight? You gon get cold in that.” I looked back at her, she was in a cropped tank top and some short shorts and a pair of sneakers.

“(yyy-n)?” She asked her brows furrowing.

“Hey Faye.” I smiled. My mom did business with mouse which meant Custer hung around with him, Sometimes he brought Faye so we’re decently acquainted, i had to get her from custer once, he was in LA, needed help, so she stayed with me for a few days..shes actually really nice, “we are drenched, let’s go inside.”

fezcos pov-

i closed the door behind (y/n) and  i locked it as she kicked her shoes off.

“you can wear some on my clothes.”

“i have a bag in my car, rain supposed to stop in the next hour.”she said as she walked towards the kitchen and living area.

“Aight:”

“you two are soaked.” ash pointed out once we got to the living room.

“shit really? oh god i didnt even know.” (y/n) laughed and looked back at me,”your rooms the first door right?”

“Ya, that towel folded on my bed is clean too.” i watched her walk down the few steps and into my room, closing the door.

“whys she here?” faye asked, i looked to my right and she was leaning on the couch.

“whats thats spose’ to mean?” i raised my brow.

“not like thaat, fezco. like...you two dating?” she cocked her head.

“ya we are.” i walked into the living area and ploped down onto the couch by the window.

“i stayed with her once..custer threw me in her care cause of his dumb shit.” she walked around and sat on the opposite end of ash.

“you know her?” ash asked.

“ya, custers been working with laurie for a few before mouse wanted in...” i nodded as i leaned foward and grabbed the joint fromj the ashtray i was smoking before (y/n) got here.

“aight..” i nodded as i lit it up, i heard my door open and (y/n) walk into my veiw.

“im keeping these.” she was in one of my white tshirts and a pair of black calvin klein boxers i owned. she looked cute...hot.

“shit, please do.” i felt a smirk crawl onto my lips that i couldnt push away. she sat down next to me on the couch.

“so what shit did custer get into this time babes?” 

“i pushed the hotels manger off of balcony and now im hiding from the cops.” i passed the blunt to (y/n) as faye spoke.

“are you- are you serious?” she took a hit deeply exhaling it/

“mhm.” she nodded.

“i fuckin love you.” she exhaled and laughed. i looked over at ash who carried and anoyed look on his face,”dont you dare  look at me like that.” (y/n) stood up and passed the joint to faye.

“you dont plan on livin here right?” he asked.

“ash.” i said.

“no..but i do plan on fuckin here though so...” he slowly just blinked at her,”sorry muffin.”

“did you just call me muffin?” he asked in utter shock which made me laugh, faye passed the joint to him,”dont fuckin laugh.”

“is he like a chihuahua.” (y/n) whispered into my ear.

“aight, you two cut the shit aight?” i stood up grabbing the joint from ash who was holding it out. Ash rolled his wyes and nodded.

“Alright alright.”(y/n) laughed,”I’m sorry for calling you a muffin…cupcake.”

“Imma fuck you up.” Ash threatened, I know he wasn’t serious.

“You met my dad. You really wanna do that?”

“She’s a badass, watch out.” I tapped the joined kk the ashtray.

“Thank you Faye.”

Your pov-

A few hours have past, we talked for a good hour before putting on a movie, we watched how high and then found showtime which had shameless re-runs on. I left half way through cause it was the season final of season 9, I had to take a “phone call” in Fezcos room and after a few he came into the room. So that explains why his head was in between my thighs.

“Holy fuck.” I whispered, trying not to be so loud so ash and Faye heard, this is the first time fez and I are fucking, well…for real this time. We had a quick round after the New Years party, showed me what his dick could do and to kill the adrenaline from beating the shir outta Nate…and now he’s showing me what his mouth could do. Fez’s hands were grabbing onto my waist, keeping me close to him. His beard tickling the insides of my thighs and lips, adding to the great sensation.

“So good~” he chuckled, the feeling of the vibration. My back arched off the bed pushing my pussy closer to her face.

“Oh god fez!” I covered my mouth with my hand as my other sat on his head, my nails attaching at his scalp,”fuck yesss.”

The pressure on my stomach started building, my thighs tightened around his head but he didn’t fight it. His hand trailed off of my waist, he pushed my thigh away and I felt his thumb circle my clit as his tongue circled and dipped into my core. I moaned from the feeling until I felt his fingers trail down my clit and onto my core, replacing his tongue. His fingers slipped into me, curling up and causing my back to arch as he started to slowly work them as his tongue danced on my clit.

“Fez I’m gon-na cum!” I whined.

“Come on Ma, cum fo’ me.” He kissed the inside of my thigh before going back to my clit. My heel dug into his back as I panted and mos Ed as my orgasm was building fast, starting to break. He knew, and bescheiden of that, he fingered my harder and sucked my clit harshly.

“Oh shit! Fuuuck fez!” I moaned, covering that moan and the others that left my lips were impossible as my orgasm crashed, spilling into his fingers and chin. He didn’t stop his movements, riding it out of his fingers with the help of his tongue.

My back finally got the comforter once again as my leg slipped off his shoulder and he stood up. My eyes were closed as I Mt chest rose and fell with the heavy pants leaving my lips.

“You really are amazing.” He chuckled and I laughed as I opened my eyes and looked at him, meeting his hazy eyes.

“Get the fuck over here.” I sat up and grabbed her arm pulling him into a kiss. This was gonna be a long night.

#euphoria #euphoria fandom #euphoria fic #fezco euphoria #gegewrites #fezco fanfic #euphoria smut #fez smut

[angy-mouse]

I'm just gonna keep on sending asks I like talking and attention

I totally get the sensory overload thing, esp with specific feelings and/or times. if not a lot of other symptoms for autism match up I wouldn't worry about it, there's a ton of overlap with autism and ADHD and literally all the other neurodivergencies. and obviously while I don't know your mother or anything my brain assumes that if she's not super down to let u stim in public than the idea of autism might throw her off in a neg way

but if you really want to get tested I'm sure there are ways

-🌂

thats fine lol

and yeah there's been quite a few times i was reading a post or watching a tiktok talking about like 'autistic ppl know' and i was so often like 'haha #relatable... wait a damn minute-' so idk about the overlap but i get the, like, special interest aspect, I'll decide i like something and its the only thing i care about until i find something else, ik struggling with social cues isnt explicitly autistic plus its probably bc of my lack of socialization when i was at the age to learn that so im not too concerned about that one, but yknow its just one of those things where stuff keeps popping up and im like eh probably not tho but then that makes me think man if i am god is throwing a fit that im missing all these signs lol

shes fine with like i said the finger fidgets, like my infinity cube and my peapod, but im not allowed to wear my chewing necklace out unless i hide it under my shirt and dont use it and im like i literally cant drink lemonade bc my lips look like a brutal murder bruh-

also apparently alot of tests are shit if ur not a 6 year old boy whos special interest is trains so idk

#angymouse #anonymouse #🌂 anon

[trashyswitch]

Confess Something

I have a Bob Ross Funko Pop Figure watching over me from a floating shelf in my room...I am a huge admirer of Bob Ross and I have a strong belief that he is watching me from a above in a pretty cabin surrounded by group of friendly trees, with PeaPod peeking out from inside his shirt pocket. Whether PeaPod has a formula bottle changes depending on the day. :D

Hmmm...I should try drawing this.

#confess something #1

[thebookishaustin]

2020 Picture Book Update

Images from my Goodreads page

Howdy everyone! My coworkers have been enjoying our little story times on our breaks, though that is about to come to an end as we reopen again to the public. We have encountered quite a few fantastic picture books since I last posted.  Here were a few that touched my heart: 

Officer Buckle and Gloria by Peggy Rathmann: I picked this book up when it popped into the receiving room at work. I couldn’t resist revisiting one of my own favorite picture books from elementary school! Officer Buckle and Gloria are still quite the hilarious pair, but in the safest ways possible. 

Bob Ross and Peapod the Squirrel by Robb Pearlman (Author), Bob Ross & Jason Kayser (Illustrators): This homage to Bob Ross is incredibly poignant and uplifting as Bob paints a home for his friend Peapod! The book has a mixture of Ross’ original paintings with the stylings of Pearlman and Kayser added. 

Pluto Gets the Call by Adam Rex (Author) & Laurie Keller (Illustrator): This picture book shows off new and old scientific research on the planets as Pluto receives a call that they are no longer a planet. Kids and adults will love the humor mixed into all the planetary fun facts! 

Carmela Full of Wishes by Matt de la Peña (Author) & Christian Robinson (Illustrator): Matt de la Peña offers a book full of sibling love with the hopeful magic within every dandelion we come across in this picture book. The artwork with the heartfelt storyline will leave you feeling all warm inside! 

I hope you are well and healthy. Keep your reading going in whatever way you are able. And, as always, feel free to message me here on Tumblr, on my Instagram, or on Goodreads! Be safe and healthy out there readers. <3

#picture books #children's books #the bookish austin #Officer Buckle and Gloria #Peggy Rathman #Bob Ross #Bob Ross and Peapod the Squirrel #Robb Pearlman #Jason Kayser #Pluto Gets the Call #Adam Rex #Lauri Keller #Carmela Full of Wishes #Matt de la Pena #Christian Robinson #read #reading

[sufficientlylargen]

I’m trying to order groceries online and, predictably, most of the toilet paper options are sold out, yet for some reason when I choose a 12-pack of the remaining toilet paper Peapod immediately pops up an alert letting me know that I could get a discount by ordering 24 rolls instead, which seems like a weird thing to be encouraging during a shortage.

#literally they are offering to pay me to make the shortage worse #this is a terrible idea #anyone it's a moot point #because when I got to the checkout step it gave me a list of possible pickup and delivery times #every one of which was marked 'sold out' #which would've been a good thing for them to lead with #oh well

[mostlysignssomeportents]

#11yrsago PeaPod pop-up portable kid-bed -- tensegrity for your toddler

When Alice and I were planning our honeymoon on Roatan, Honduras (more on this later!), we knew we'd need something for the baby to sleep in -- a mosquito net to go over the crib? Something else?

I happened on KidCo's PeaPod Travel Bed on Amazon and was intrigued. It's a tensegrity-based pop-up bed/net that also works as a sunshade on the beach, and best of all, it folds up tiny, not much bigger than a toilet-bag.

I took a chance and ordered it, and I was delighted with the thing. It was comfortable, airy, bug-proof, and incredibly cool. You extract this little disc of nylon and coiled wired struts out of the case and it literally springs open in your hand, instantly turning into a perfect kid-bed with an audible whomp. It kept out the sand-fleas and sun on the beach and the mosquitos at night. It let in the breeze, and it provided shade by the pool.

Some of the reviewers have complained that the thing was hard to get back in the case, but I got it on the second try and never had trouble with it afterwards. The "quilt" that comes with it is a little junky, but we didn't need it in the tropics. Highly recommended.

https://boingboing.net/2008/11/18/peapod-popup-portabl.html

[ceruleanmusings]

rockin’ robin - sweet pea x wynn

a/n: so...yeah, idk what this is. It just came out after I had a Riverdale dream and it wouldn’t leave me alone. I’m nervous about writing Sweet Pea and am still getting used to him so go easy on me. Please let me know what you think! Also partially inspired by this video

tagged: @isaaclahys

Being forced into spending an evening with a Northsider had to be his own special brand of Hell, Sweet Pea decided. Especially having to be tutored in math by said Northsider. And double especially because she wasn’t like the other Northsiders which kept him on edge. He knew how the others acted, how they worked, and he reacted accordingly. He had all the answers and he had the other Northsiders figured out. But he couldn’t figure out Wynn Tate and that pissed him off.

She didn’t appear eager at the news that their teacher wanted her to tutor him in Algebra and, yet, she didn’t appear displeased either. There were no eye rolls, no curled lips of disdain, no glares, no scoffs. Nothing. He couldn’t work with nothing. Couldn’t prepare himself with nothing. Those reactions, though, came from him and he wasn’t ashamed for it. But she’d merely accepted it with a shrug and a simple “Meet me at Pop’s after school.”

His blew a frustrated breath out the corner of his mouth as he tapped the tip of his pen against his notebook. He added ink dots to the page that was already covered in scratches and scribbles; a monument to the past half hour of his attempts to work out the stupid Algebra problems assigned to them. Why did they have to thrown in unknowns? He hated unknowns. He couldn’t work with unknowns.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Sweet Pea uttered, staring down at the math problems. “When am I going to need to know this?”

“When we get tested on it,” Wynn replied so dryly he almost saw the accompanying word dumbass floating in the air.

His sneered. “Cute.”

Wynn smirked. “I know I am, thanks for noticing, but that’s not going to get you out of this.” Sweet Pea scoffed at the notion she presented and wrote out the three variable math problem again. His lips pressed into a line and stared hard at the equation, hoping hard that the numbers and letters on the page would stay still or actually make sense for once. “C’mon, String Bean, you got this. See, look, you already did this part of the problem well. Now just do it again here.”

His lip curled at the nickname she bestowed upon him. “Why don’t you actually be useful and do this yourself?”

Wynn laughed and rose from where she had been kneeling by the table. Brushing the hem of her work apron she continued, “I’m not doing your homework for you.”

“Surprise, surprise, I get stuck with a brown noser.”

“What the hell are you going to learn from me doing the work for you?”

“That you have a price.”

A smirk curled in the corners of Wynn’s mouth which made him squint. “Sweetie Pie, you can’t afford me.”

“It’s Sweet Pea.”

Her eyes dropped down and he stiffened beneath her scrutinizing gaze before she glanced back at his face. “No, I’d say it’s more Snow Pea.” She held her finger and thumb close to each other to indicate size. He held his middle finger in her direction and she laughed, tucking a strand of her curly dark hair behind her ear. “Come on, you got this.” Placing her hands on the table, she leaned forward and pointed at the book. “What can you do with these two variables?”

Sweet Pea turned his attention back to where she was pointing at the math problem and he stared hard at it. C’mon. Why can’t you get this? he berated himself as the seconds ticked by and an answer didn’t make itself known. His mind, blank, screamed his failure back at him in the translation of white noise. Wynn’s sigh cut through; a slight reprieve to his personal torture.

“Try not to look at the whole problem.”

“What else am I supposed to look at?” He glanced up as he spoke, having forgotten that she wasn’t kneeling like she had been before so, now, his gaze was a little further south of her face than he had intended. He cleaned his throat and shifted his gaze over to the nametag pinned to her uniform so he could at least use that as an excuse.

Wynn’s snapping fingers brought his attention back up and he tensed and waited but she said a quick—and maybe amused?—”eyes up here, Peapod” and then circled two of the math problems with her finger. “I mean, try looking at it piece by piece. You’re psyching yourself out. You’re not trying to solve it all at once, you’re trying to solve one variable. Once you get one, the rest—ah, shit.”

Sweet Pea’s eyebrows furrowed as Wynn blew out a breath and pushed away from the table. He inclined his head, looking past her at the other servers and waitresses that had seemed to amass out of nowhere and skip to the front of the diner, clapping along to be the beat of the song that had started over the jukebox.

His hand went into his pocket, fingers wrapping around the cool handle of his trusty pocket knife. His muscles tensed, his shoulders lifting to his ears, and his eyes darted around as he quickly mapped out his escape route. I can get over the booths in a few seconds and reach the door, back door is covered by old man Pop, four people in the way. You can take them. Just don’t stop moving.

He shifted his feet, readying himself to strike, when Wynn was pulled into the throngs of other serves and...what? He blinked, dumbfounded, as they all started to dance when the verse of Rockin’ Robin came in. A cheesy, fifties inspired, line dance. In unison.

The bright smiles, synchronized movements, and laughter grabbed the attention of everyone in the diner. Cell phones and ipads were whipped out and all conversation ceased as the dance went on, some of the diners even clapping in unison. Sweet Pea could only sit there and blink to be sure he was actually seeing what he was seeing and wasn’t actually having some sort of trippy dream. Though he noticed the entire time that Wynn didn’t look in his direction and by the time the song ended and she ran out of tables to check on, she begrudgingly made a beeline for his table and all sense of fight in him had left but the adrenaline still rushed through his body.

What kind of cotton candy, pastel, bubblegum fresh hell is this?

She must’ve been able to read his mind; she crossed her arms and grumbled, “Don’t say a word.”

He loosened his grip on his knife and slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket amidst the dying applause from the other patrons (habits died hard). He twisted his mouth to the side and leaned back against the cushy seat of the candy cane colored booth. “You can just do it all, can’t you Twinkle Toes?”

Wynn’s cheeks flushed and she glared at him. “Oh, shut it. We’ll see how that holds up if I can get you an A on the next test.”

His body finally relaxing, Sweet Pea allowed a smug smile to form on his face. He draped an arm against the back of the booth and drummed his ring covered fingers against the material. “If I get an A will you dance for me?”

He held the smile as her face went through a plethora of expressions until settling on something sardonic. “Sure, Sweet Pea. If you can somehow get an A, I’ll dance for you.” The door above the bell jingled as more patrons came in and Wynn watched them take a seat in an empty booth. She backed towards the bar top and picked up a couple of menus. She tucked them beneath her arm and said with a bit of finality, “But I wouldn’t hold my breath about it.”

“What kind of tutor are you?”

“A realistic one. The only way this’ll happen is if it’s in your dreams.”

And with the challenge set, she went off to greet her table, a ready smile sliding into place. Grunting, Sweet Pea picked up his abandoned pen once more. At least now he had incentive. This time, the numbers and letters stayed still.

A few weeks later when Sweet Pea sauntered into Pop’s with Fangs and Toni flanking his sides, he spotted Wynn leaning over a table, pointing to something on the menu and smiling a kid who was bouncing in his seat. A large tray filled with food balanced on her free palm.

“Hey girl, got room for three more?” Toni asked.

Wynn looked up and smiled, approaching the trio. “Guess I can squeeze y’in,” she said with a teasing smile. “What’s the occasion.”

“Seems that Sweet Pea here aced his math test,” Fangs said, clapping Sweet Pea on the shoulder.

A swell of satisfaction blossomed in his chest when he saw the look of surprise pass through Wynn’s face and then quickly switch to one of absolute horror.

“No he didn’t,” she said, almost begging. It made the moment that much sweeter as he pulled his test out of his pocket, unfurled it, and held it up in front of her face to see the large red A marked on top in pen. “For fuck’s sake,” she whispered.

“What’s the problem? You tutored him. The whole point’s to get a good grade,” Toni pointed out, eyebrows crinkling.

“Yeah, but now I—”

“Owe me a dance,” Sweet Pea finished for her, returning his test to his pocket. Yes, the late night studying was worth it for the look on her face alone. He could live off it for days.

Toni shook her head, laughing a little. “Wait, what?”

“Hope you have your dancing shoes on, Twinkle Toes.” And, to add sugar on top of the already sweet, sweet moment he made a show of walking to the jukebox, pushing his quarter in, and selecting the song. As the intro to Rockin’ Robin started up and the other servers and waiters stopped what they were doing to get into formation, Sweet Pea leaned against the jukebox and waited with an expecting smile. Wynn’s glare could have set him up in flames.

“They gave you the wrong name,” Wynn stated as she begrudgingly put the tray down, “they shouldn’t call you Sweet Pea, they should call you Satan!”

Hey, if he was going to reside in Hell, he may as well get comfortable.

#sweet pea #sweet pea x oc #riverdale #riverdale fanfic #wynn tate #this is my first time really attempting to write sweet pea and i'm super nervous about it #because i know a lot of people like him #also please validate my edit because it took me some time to do but i'm proud of it! #my writings #rockin' robin #swynn

[hunterbahamut]

Part 1 - Part 2- Part 3

Here is Part 4 of “Unforeseen Return”. Things are starting to escalate...

--

The power continued to flicker on and off until it shut off completely and the emergency power engaging shortly after.

Tero grumbled out, rolling his eyes.  "How typical.  Can that idiot do anything right?"  In emergency situations, his medlab was one of the areas that was a priority for power, but that also meant that he would not be able to do much of his own work. He huffed and he went about backing up his work before he had to shut everything down.  "This is just irritating..."  

Tero continued to grumble as he started to hear what sounded like some kind of movement near the back of his lab.  He didn't think anything of it though; it was most likely some of his live specimens over-reacting. "I wonder how long this will last." He grumbled, not even bothering to look in the direction of the sound.  "Knowing how Phineas works, it'll be a while, though that's probably too generous."

He got off of his tail and started to check and make sure his medical equipment was working, but he paused when his ear twitched when he thought he heard something.

“ T͠e... r̸o...“

This wasn't the commotion he he heard earlier, this was almost like a quiet droning or whispering sound. He stopped and looked around, though he really wasn't sure what he was expecting to find: last time something like this happened was when some of the others had tried to pull a prank on him with a 'ghost encounter'.  This was different though, there was no way anyone could have set anything up this time.

“ Y̷o͝ú... h̶ur͘t͠ ̶m̕y͞...p̸a̷r̸t̴n̴e̶r̷...”

He paused when he picked up the words, raising a brow.  "Partner?"  He snorted, "Zech, if this is just your attempt to get back at me, you're doing a very terrible job.  Come out already, I don't have time for this." He waited in mild annoyance, but he was caught off guard when the door to his lab suddenly opened and Sparks and Phineas came rushing in.  Tero just rolled his eyes, "Can't go five minutes in the dark without hurting yourselves?"

"It's Wart!" Sparks yelled out as he tried to catch his breath.  "We almost got sucked out into space!  And I think Wart got the worst of it!"

Tero raised a brow, "Oh really?  Now how did that happen exactly?"

"Never mind the how!" Phineas snapped, "Just do your friggen' job!  Hurry!"  

The doctor just snorted, "Get him onto the medbed." He said.

Phineas and Sparks took a few steps, but they suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Tero raised a brow, "Well?"  He asked, looking at the two of them when they just suddenly stopped. "What's gotten into you two now?  If this is such an emergency, then bring him over here already."

The two looked dumbstruck, eyes wide and just staring at him, or rather something behind him.   They didn't say anything at first, their attention was drawn to what looked like some kind of ghostly light.  It took them a moment to realize that the light was connected to something, and it was right behind the doctor.

"Uuhm, what is that?"  Sparks asked, seeming to forget about the emergency for a moment.

"What are you on about?" Tero grumbled impatiently and he turned around, but he stopped when he finally caught sight of the glow, as well as the large figure behind it. "...what the-?"

Before anyone could react, Tero let out a painful yell as he was suddenly grabbed, large claws digging into his body and he pulled off his feet.  "Aaargh!  What-?!"

"Tero!" Both Sparks and Phin yelled out and the Aqualine rushed over to try and help, grabbing a hold of him as the large figure behind him tried to pull him away, the two suddenly stuck in a 'tug of war' with the polartix.

"Sparks!"  Tero yelled out, "What are you do- Aaargh!!  This isn't helping!"

"Hang on!  I got y-yoo-WHOAAA!" Sparks had to plant his feet up against the medical bed to try and gain some leverage, but the larger figure had a good hold of the doctor and refused to let go.  There was the sound of deep growling, followed along by some unhealthy crunching sounds.

"Aw hell!"  Phineas yelled and he had to drop Wart down before he raised his arm cannon up and took several shots at the figure.  The shots landed, but did little to stop it at all, in fact it sounded like it just made it angrier and it started to pull harder on Tero.

"This isn't hel-ow!-helping!" Tero yelled out, "AaAARGH!  You idiots-!  This thing is cru-uushing me-!"

"I I'm ̸gơi̷n̸g ͡to̡ ̴do m̢ore̷ th́an҉ tha͡t̷!"  The voice that responded was deep and had a tone that chilled the three of them. "You ͡d͟o͠n͜'t͢ ͞de͝s̷erve̡ t͝o̵ ̴ex̢ist!" It bared its large claws and struck down onto Tero's smaller body, tearing through fur and cybernetics, causing him to cry out in pain. "AAAARRGH!"

"Dammit, hang on!"  Phineas growled out and rushed over to help. They needed a different solution fast, and only one came to mind.  "Sparks!  Grab hold of his head!" He yelled out and reached his head over and bit down onto Tero's collar, yanking it off as fast as he could. There was a loud 'POP' sound and both Sparks and Phineas both fell backwards with the Aqualine holding onto Tero's head.

There was a loud, angry howl followed by the sound of tearing fur and wrenching metal.

Sparks hopped to his feet, clutching Tero's head. "Let's get out of here!"  He shouted and made a run for the door.   Phineas scrambled up to his own feet and rushed over to Wart's unconscious form, pulling him back up and ran out.  He slammed his tail against the door controls to close and lock the door as the angry roar echoed after them. "Y͜òu̸ ͢càn'͝t ̢g͡e̛t ̸away͜! ̡Í ҉w͏i͡l̶l ͞f́ind y͘o̵u͝ and g͘ét ͟e̕a͢ch of yo͜u!"

"What the heck?  Where did you find that thing?"  Sparks asked, huffing a bit as he looked down at Tero in his arms.

"That isn't one of mine!" Tero said, clearly bothered by the sudden turn of events.  "I would never have something so large or dangerous loose in my lab!"

"Well you did -something- to piss it off!" Phineas said, trying to keep his balance as he held onto Wart.  "And we might be in trouble when it gets out, so we need to do something!"

Sparks nodded in agreement and he tried to think.  "Maybe we should get out of here, find the others and get to the ship!"

Tero grumbled, "With my lab closed off now, we will need to use the ship's sickbay if we still want to treat Wart, and anyone else who might get injured."

"That sounds like a plan then."  Phin said, "I'll get Wart down there and get the ship ready for launch, you can probably find Nix and Zech faster."

Sparks nodded, "Right!  We'll meet you down there, let's hurry!"

Phineas hurried back down to the hanger as Sparks ran off ahead and started to look for the others.  Thankfully he didn't have to search for long as he found them both still in the lounge.

"Sparks!"  Nix said, spotting him as he came running in, surprised when she saw him holding into Tero's head.  "What the heck happened?"

"Long story!"  Sparks said, "In short, something's going on here!  Wart almost got blasted into space and something big nearly got Tero!"

"What?"  Nix was shocked.

Zech scoffed, "Was he being a huge jerk and one of his creatures finally gave him what he deserved?"

Tero twitched, "Not very nice or mature to kick someone when they're down."

"Yeah, sure does suck, doesn't it?"

"Alright, enough!"  Nix said sternly, "There's no time for this, we have an emergency!"

"Yeah, we can't stick around!"  Sparks said, "Phin's down at the ship, we're gonna meet up there and then get off so we can figure out what to do next!"

"That sounds like a good idea."  Nix said and they headed out and hurried to the Leviathan.

The reached the docking bay and rushed to this ship.  Once they were onboard, the hatches were closed and they ran up to the bridge where Phin was working at his station.

"We're all here!"  Sparks said, "Let's get going!"

"We can't."  Phineas said.  "The hanger doors won't open."

"What?" Nix looked over to him, "What's happened?"

"I don't know!"  Phin growled out, "They just won't open!  They should have the power for it, but none of the commands are being accepted!  Something blocking them!"

"Terrific."  Tero grumbled out, "So one set of doors that shouldn't open can and the ones that need to won't."

"What about a manual override or emergency release?"  Nix asked.

"I don't know if they’re gonna work."  Phineas said, "Wart's ‘cost priorities’ had them down on the 'low' end; that's one of the reasons why the emergency power was supposed to make sure they work.  And I don't think we have enough firepower to just blast our way out given the extra plating we have on those doors. Not without wrecking the entire deck."

"So we're stuck here?" Sparks asked.

"For now, yeah." Phin huffed, "At least we're safe here, for now at least.  The ship's own power and life support will hold until we figure out something."

"And that means we have an ops center!"  Sparks said, sounding awfully chipper despite the circumstances.  "Now we can plan and figure out what to do!"

"But that's the question,"  Nix said, "What do we do now?"

Tero scoffed, "Well, if you want me to treat Wart, or any of you for that matter, I need some kind of body to work with."

"One of the Peapod bodies will have to do." Phineas said, "I'd be laughing if the situation wasn't so dire."  

He grumbled, "As much as I hate to say it, but it will have to do."

Phineas nodded,  "Then we should get to Engineering, I want to check in on Sail and he should have the extras down there. Hopefully he's found something down there that'll help any of our current problems."

"So long as you're quick about it."  Tero grumbled.  "Not only do I have work, but I really don't like his disembodied feeling."

"Right!" Sparks nodded, "Then someone oughta stay here, watch over the ship and help out Tero until we get a body back."  

Zech was quiet this whole time; while he had been listening to the others, he couldn't help but shake this really weird feeling he was getting.  When he heard Sparks speak up about someone staying here, he was quick to jump up.  "I can go down with Phin!"  Despite the situation he really wasn't comfortable with the idea of being stuck with Tero, especially without a body.

"Maybe you should stay here then, Sparks."  Nix offered, "I can go with them and help out as needed.

"Awww." Sparks sounded disappointed for a moment, but he nodded. "Okay!  I'll hold down the fort!"

"Right, let's go."  Nix said, "Let's be quick, if there is something lurking on the station, then we shouldn't be gone for long."

"Especially with our comms out."  Phin nodded in agreement and he headed to the exit. "Right, sit tight you guys."

"Not much else we can do."  Tero replied, grumbling loudly before he looked to Sparks.  "Alright, let's go.  While we're waiting you can at least help me get started on Wart."

#bahamut writing #team prototype #zech #phineas #tero #sparks #nix #unforeseen return

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Feeling at Home

Am I a sucker for the Reyes-Morrison family and Modern Aus? Yes. I blame this entirely on @transdracosmalfoy and Sweet Frequencies, and of course on Peapod McHanzo week. This is day 7- Home for the Holidays

Hanzo wasn’t honestly sure what to expect when McCree had told him that he’d like to go home for Christmas. Honestly, he’d misunderstood so badly that he’d wished Jesse a good trip, which had caused his boyfriend to frown at him, hands pausing in the glass he was cleaning behind the counter of the bar they ran together.

“Sweetheart. I’d like you to go with me.”

Hanzo blinked, his own hands stopping mid-wipe of the counter.

“You- would?”

Jesse gently set the glass down, reaching across the counter to put his hand over Hanzo’s, uncurling his fingers from the towel and entwining them with his own.

“Of course I would, honey. Ain’t really home without you.”

“Oh.”

It was all Hanzo could think to say. Jesse seemed to understand, squeezing his hand.

“We’ve been together a year and you haven’t met my folks. You’re real important to me, sweetheart, and so are they.”

Hanzo nodded. He could understand the sentiment, in theory. Certainly, he would have wanted to introduce Jesse to Genji if they hadn’t met previously. But Genji was the sum total of people he considered family- really family.

And Jesse also knew that. He knew he was sparing Hanzo from a holiday alone by bringing him to tag along.

But looking at the imploring look in Jesse’s eyes, Hanzo knew Jesse didn’t see it that way. Jesse saw him as a part of his family- wanted him to be there to celebrate it.

He took a steadying breath, then met Jesse’s eyes.

“What are the dates for the trip?”

___

As committed as Hanzo had been initially, he couldn’t fight the desire to flee back towards departures as they approached the baggage claim. He wished, for the first time, that he’d paid the premium to check his bag- if only for the extra minutes waiting to prepare himself. But no- Jesse, damn him and his good sense, had purchased them both distinctive suitcases. Even if they’d been checked, he would have found the coiled dragon print suitcase easily- Jesse’s red and yellow pattern even faster.

Damn it.

Hanzo was realizing as they walked that he’d avoided the subject. He had absolutely no idea what he was getting into. He didn’t even know how many family members Jesse had.

“Jesse- How do I address your parents?”

“Hm? Oh, well. Mr. and Mr. Reyes-Morrison, formally. Dad and Pops, informally. Or Dad and Jefe-”

Hanzo stopped, nearly tripping someone walking behind him.

Jesse took another few steps before he realized Hanzo wasn’t behind him, and turned, but Hanzo cut in before he could ask the question.

“Which is which? And I thought your last name was...” Hanzo trailed off, muted by a wave of fear that he’d had his boyfriend’s name wrong for two years.

Jesse chuckled, wrapping his arm around Hanzo to tug him forwards again.

“My legal last name is McCree, yeah. Kept it when they adopted me because I was a stubborn little shit, and kept it later because it was a good reminder. As for the names...well. Dad’s blonde and blue eyed and Pops is...not.”

Hanzo nearly stopped again, to ask more questions, but then there was a yell.

“Jess!”

Jesse let go of Hanzo’s waist, lifting his arms and bracing himself. It didn’t do any good, as he was knocked to the floor by two blurs- one purple and one blue.

Hanzo blinked, and when his vision had sorted itself Jesse was on the ground, two young women laying across his shoulders.

He would almost be jealous, except that Jesse was- as one of their mutual friends had put it- “Gay as a maypole” and all three of them were laughing. Jesse’s face was clear and bright, and it almost made Hanzo’s heart ache to look at him as he wrapped an arm around each girl and heaved them both to their feet.

“You two are far too heavy to be pullin’ that shit-”

“You promised me you would always help me fly!” The girl in the blue had raven hair, adorned with golden beads, and she gave Jesse a slap on the back that had Hanzo wincing sympathetically.

“Hear you’re doin’ plenty of that on your own these days! My Reeha, air force! What a world.”

“Hey, don’t ignore your real little sister!” The girl in the purple crossed her arms, sighing dramatically.

“You’re both my little sisters, you little shit. Although I might reconsider if you keep sending me those videos.”

“I thought you’d want to know what people were up to in your bar.”

“Not when it’s that I sure don’t.”

Hanzo raised an eyebrow, recalling Jesse’s cleaning spree a month prior. He had gone after a few booths in the corners with extreme prejudice.

He froze when violet eyes fell on his, Jesse’s sister grinning as she looked him over.

“OOooh, you finally brought Hanzo home! Pops is gonna be so happy-”

Hanzo raised an eyebrow at Jesse, who rolled his eyes.

“You know, Olivia, that thing where you say someone’s name before they’ve told you is only creepy when they don’t have facebook and haven’t been dating your brother for two years.”

“So I’ve gotta up my game?”

“Oh would you look at that Pops is waiting in the no standing zone comealongsweetnessit’stimetogo-”

Hanzo found himself swept along next to Jesse, Olivia’s laugh ringing in the air behind them.

“So...” Hanzo asked, glancing behind at the two girls, who were taking their time following.

“What did she mean by ‘upping her game’?”

Jesse grimaced.

“That girl knows way more then she has any business knowing about just about everything and everybody. On a related note, never play trivia games with her. Or Never-have-I-ever, because she ends up reminding you about things you most definitely did, one night in college, 300 miles away from her.”

“Ah.” Hanzo caught himself thinking that she was a valuable asset, and cringed. Sometimes the old family training still caught up with him.

The car turned out to only have the blond Mr. Reyes-Morrison, although his hair was getting a distinctly silver tint, who greeted Hanzo stiffly and formally. He hardly softened at the sight of Jesse, although when Olivia climbed into the passenger side and reached out to adjust the radio to classical music he relaxed visibly, and Jesse shot Hanzo a smile.

The other girl- who introduced herself as Fareeha- climbed into the very back of the van, and sat in the middle with her legs out. She kept up a running stream of conversation with Jesse- about the air force, about her college basketball awards, about “Mom’s new hobbies”. Hanzo shot Jesse a glance at that, and he grinned, cutting off the conversation with Fareeha to explain.

“Ana is ‘Reeha’s mom. She was always around when we were kids so she’s a mother-figure to the lot of us, Dad and Pops included.”

‘Dad’ let out a noncommittal grunt, which had the lot of them laughing.

Hanzo laughed along, feeling comfortable- a part of the moment. When he caught his boyfriend’s eye, Jesse was beaming.  

___

It turned out that Ana’s newest hobby was cooking in excessive amounts, and Hanzo was pulled through the door before he could so much as choke out a greeting, and the next thing he knew he was pushed close to Jesse’s side on the couch, the coffee table piled high with different desserts. Hanzo finished half a cake by himself by the time he even saw the other Mr. Reyes-Morrison, who came into the room, saw the table, and groaned.

“Dammit, Ana. Two extra people. Two extra people. Not twenty.”

Ana leaned over the back of the couch and patted Hanzo’s head, which he was surprised to find he didn’t really mind.

“This one’s got an appetite. He appreciates me. And you know Reinhardt can eat for 10 people-” “You already cooked for Reinhardt! He’s already had a cake to himself! And- are those sopapilla. How did you even-”

“Olivia got me your mother’s recipe. Now sit down, Gabriel.”

Gabriel sat.

Two more people fell in before the end of the evening- Reinhardt, who reminded Hanzo of Jesse’s old expression “built like a brick shithouse”; and Satya, who seemed to be Olivia’s girlfriend. Or wife?

Hanzo wasn’t sure of the exact significance of the inscribed gold ring on the newcomer’s finger until Jesse caught sight of it and let out a long, dramatic gasp.

“Olivia! You didn’t tell me? Your favorite brother?”

Olivia snorted, wrapping her arm around her fiance and displaying the diamond ring on her own hand.

“Surprise.” she deadpanned.

There was a moment of dead silence, and if there hadn’t been three gay couples in the room Hanzo would have been genuinely afraid that someone was about to be disowned. As it was, the thought still crossed his mind before he managed to push it down again.

Then Gabriel got up and ran towards the stairs, and Olivia launched herself after him.

“No you- DON’T-”

She tackled him, and they both went down onto the thick plush carpet behind the couch. Hanzo noticed, rather belatedly, that the entire floor was carpeted, as they twisted over the back of the couch to watch the fight. Gabriel nearly got up again, Sombra latched with her arms around his knees.

“PAPI-”

“I’M JUST-” He staggered. “I JUST WANT TO MAKE A DONATION.”

“YOU CAN’T FOOL ME I’M NOT TAKING YOUR MONEY.”

“LET ME PAY OLIVIA”

“NO!”

The conversation devolved from there into rapid-fire Spanish, which had Jesse rolling his eyes as he reached for another of the powdered-sugar treats Ana had used to lure in Gabriel.

Satya looked on in bewilderment.

“Is the...wrestling..part of the tradition?”

“Nah hon’.” Jesse grinned.

“Pops wants to sponsor your wedding. That’s the... traditional bit. Although uh. Mostly he likes to pay for things.”

Satya nodded, as if that explained everything, and picked up a cookie.

__

The blond man had eventually gone outside to “Barbeque” which had Olivia and Gabriel calling a truce and rushing outside after him. Both Satya and Hanzo looked to Jesse, who shrugged.

“He’s real bad at it.”

The smoke obscuring their view out the window soon put that matter to rest, and Gabriel and Olivia had returned inside with Jack and a very burned rack of ribs that they all picked out of out of politeness, for what seemed to be a round of fierce negotiating. Hanzo looked on, amused. It reminded him of being 7 or 8, before he had learned English, looking in on his father’s business deals.

None of those businessmen held a candle to the restrained ferocity of the spanish flying across the table, which had Jesse and Gabe following along with their heads swiveling, as though following a ping-pong match.

Ana slammed a tea-kettle onto the table with enough force to crack it, and then delicately passed around teacups.

“Olivia and Satya will decide which traditions to follow. Though, dear, Rein and I would also appreciate helping out. Are we all clear?”

Everyone eyed the crack in the wooden table and nodded.

Hanzo hid a smile as he got up to help Ana take away the empty trays.

___

By the time evening rolled around, Hanzo had forgotten his initial discomfort completely, and wasn’t given any opportunities to remember it as they were dragged across the street to Ana’s house, since Satya and Olivia had claimed the guest bedroom at Jesse’s childhood home. Jesse had been a little bit offended when he’d found out his old room had been repurposed, but seemed to be reassured when they told him that it was an armory. Hanzo wasn’t sure if they were kidding.

They had ended up across the hall from Fareeha, who had waved her box of earplugs at them with a wink before closing the door.

“...Wouldn’t we also disturb Ana and...”

“Those two have had that room soundproof for forever.”

“Oh. Well- in that case.” Hanzo turned to Jesse and grinned, pushing him into the room.

“Perhaps we should make the most of it.”

Jesse chuckled as he wrapped Hanzo in his arms, falling back onto the bed.

“Anything for you, sugar.”

Hanzo paused, sitting astride his boyfriend, and reached down to cup his cheek. “Thank you for bringing me to your home, Jesse.”

McCree grinned, pulling Hanzo down.

“Hope it’s your home too, someday.”

As Hanzo tangled himself up in Jesse, safe and warm, he thought maybe it already was.

#peapodmchanzoweek #mchanzo fics #mchanzo #jesse mccree x hanzo shimada #symbra