#this made made laugh nonny ty for sending it

[lemoncupcake]

"Goal disallowed because buttocks were offside; ass too big!" jamie's entire career suddenly in jeopardy

that poor boy!! he's a great striker and a fucking legend of a midfielder but the clubs are all afraid of buying him out bc he gets so many goals disallowed thanks to his bum it's a tragedy really :'(

#ask #tv: ted lasso #ch: jamie tartt #this made made laugh nonny ty for sending it

[tendouluvr]

not telling them you’re pregnant [2] - f!reader

- little angst, hurt/comfort??, fluff

- characters: iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama

- warnings: pregnancy, cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, some cursing, mentions of sex, “mad” iwa makes out with your neck, atsumu pretends to faint and reader jokes about him dying :0

- wc: 1.4k, 1.3k, 1.7k (jfc thats a lot)

a/n: thank u guys for all the love on the first part <333 ily all and ty to the nonnie that requested tsumu and kags

f!reader cuz pregnancy but no specific prns/gendered terms used

[1. suna, sakusa, semi]

IWAIZUMI

#! you were planning on telling iwaizumi the big news that night

#! you missed your cycle this month, thinking it was probably just late so you didn’t care and waited for one more week to pass before worrying

#! it was almost two weeks now, your period tracker repeatedly sending you notifications to remind you to log your monthly cycle

#! but you had no cycle to log

#! thinking that you should go buy some tests, you did just that and came home to see them all turn positive

#! you were in the kitchen cooking a quick dinner when iwaizumi came home

#! he entered your home mumbling under his breath about some kid while putting up his jacket and shoes

#! “welcome home, haji!” you greeted him from the kitchen

#! “hey.” he briefly said back making you turn around to look at him

#! “you alright? what happened?” you tried starting a conversation in hopes of getting his mind off of whatever it is that seems to be bothering him

#! “some fucking kids came into the gym today, acting all obnoxious, trying to taunt me and the team because they wanted to impress some girls who probably didn’t even know them. would’ve knocked them out if it wasn’t against the fucking law.” he harshly explained his day while looking through the fridge for his protein drink

#! you tried not to laugh, turning around so he couldn’t see your face and tightening your lips together to contain yourself, but it was so funny you couldn’t help but imagine it

#! iwaizumi heard the giggles coming from you causing him to roll his eyes, “what’s funny?”

#! “nothing, should’ve just knocked them out, babe.”

#! “yea? sounds like you want to start visiting me in jail,” he makes his way over to back hug you while you continued cooking at the stove, “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next time some dinky teenager get in my face, baby.” he mumbles against your neck before giving you a quick kiss there

#! “hajjj, i’m cooking. go be horny elsewhere!” your upper half shuddered when he continued making out with your neck

#! “whatever you say, your highness.” deep chuckles come from him while he lets go of you to walk to the bedroom

#! “don’t call me that!” his laugh getting louder at your exclamation

#! later that night, you both laid in bed on your sides staring out of the window in front of you

#! “hey haj,” your voice a gentle whisper as to not wake him up if he had already fell asleep

#! “hmm?” he hums from behind you, rough, warm hands under your shirt rubbing itself on your bare stomach

#! “do you ever want kids?”

#! he was silent as he thought about what to say to you

#! “i don’t if they’re just gonna turn out like those dicks from today.” his answer wasn’t meant to be taken too seriously, he just hoped you didn’t interpret that as him saying he doesn’t want kids at all

#! “so if they don’t?”

#! “.......sure.”

#! you noticed his hesitation before he gave you an answer, trying to ignore it so your brain didn’t start analyzing too much

#! “hm, ok. goodnight, haji.”

#! “goodnight, i love you.”

#! “love you too.”

#! you told yourself that you were gonna reveal the news to him that night, but seeing that he was worked up over those kids and his slight hesitation when he answered you made you change your mind at the last minute

#! you laid awake thinking about what to do while iwaizumi peacefully slept not knowing his hand was caressing his future child

#! a few days have passed and you were still thinking about when to tell him

#! should you just say it? how would you say it? “hey, i’m pregnant.” no, that’s too blunt. “what if i told you i’m pregnant?” eh. “i’m preggo!” maybe.

#! you both never brought up the topic about having kids again ever since that night

#! but what you didn’t know was how occupied iwaizumi’s mind has been ever since you popped that question

#! he’s been imagining what it would be like to have a little him running around the house, maybe he’s a crybaby and dramatic like his uncle oikawa — who definitely would like to be the godfather, and he promises daily facetime calls everyday despite iwaizumi’s obvious displeasure — or perhaps he also finds entertainment in the godzilla franchise like his father

#! iwa thinks it would be neat to sometimes watch godzilla with someone else besides you, preferably his own kid

#! the night you asked him that question, it took him a while to answer because he couldn’t believe what he just heard. getting lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he forgot to answer you, giving you a quick, “sure.” once he came back to reality

#! you didn’t know this so you took his moment of silence as a sign of hesitation

#! the minor miscommunication causing you both to go into your own heads

#! you were currently looking in the full body mirror, observing the way your stomach looked and how much it’ll be changing soon to accommodate a living being inside you. your hands were moving around, curving itself against your stomach naturally when iwaizumi walked in on you

#! “babe, have you seen my hoodie? the black one, i think you were wearing it-,” his sentence cut off when he looked up from his phone

#! “what are you doing?” he asked seeing you pull your shirt back down

#! “looking at my stomach.”

#! “why? are you okay?” his voice softened at the second question wondering if you were feeling bad about yourself

#! “uh no, wait- yes, yea i’m okay. um, can i tell you something?”

#! before he could answer, you continued, “well, by tell i mean show. i have something to show you.”

#! “uh, yes? why are you so nervous?”

#! “ok, wait here.”

#! “babe-,” and you ran off leaving iwaizumi and the rest of his sentence in the room. a few seconds later, you came back holding something in your hand

#! “here.” grabbing his thick fingers to open his palm before stuffing the item into it. his eyebrows furrowed and he slowly unravels the piece of paper. you analyzed his face for any signs of anger or discontent while his eyes scanned the pictures from one corner to another

#! “w-what is..... you’re pregnant?” he whispered out, mind and body in shock as he stares at you wide-eyed

#! you nodded knowing that if you opened your mouth to talk you were probably going to cry. he falls onto the bed, sitting at the edge, then buries his head into his hands

#! “haji?” your voice lower than a whisper

#! he didn’t answer

#! but you saw it

#! you saw his shoulders starting to shake

#! “haj?” you tried again, this time lightly walking towards him

#! his cries became audible when he felt your smaller hands wrapping around his shoulders

#! “hey.. why are you crying?” you tried comforting him because it didn’t seem like his tears were going to stop any time soon

#! “shit, yn, fuck me.” he said through his cries

#! “oh?”

#! he rolled his eyes at your implying tone before grabbing you by the waist to lay his head on your chest. his breath staggered from crying, he was still crying just not as hard

#! one of your hand gently going through his hair while the other one rubs his back. the action soothing him enough to calm him down and eventually his tears stopped. “why didn’t you tell me?” his voice pouty and his sentence breaking between every other word

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids. i was scared.”

#! he raises his head so his chin is now resting on your chest, “why’d you think that?”

#! “you.. hesitated... when i asked you, remember?”

#! his eyes drifting to the side as he tries to think back on the last few days. you knew he remembered when his eyes slightly widened and his lips formed a small o, “i’m sorry, the question made me imagine things and i got lost in my train of thoughts that i forgot to answer you right away.”

#! “oh.”

#! “yea..”

#! “then, i’m sorry for assuming things and not telling you.”

#! “no, it’s not your fault.”

#! “it’s not yours either.”

#! “so.. truce?”

#! “idiot! why are we making a truce?!”

#! he giggles as he stuffs his face back into your chest but not before he bent down to give your stomach a loving kiss

ATSUMU

#! atsumu was huffing with his arms crossed across his chest, lip in a pout and eyes squinted as he focuses on the television in front of him

#! “stupid ‘samu and his stupid food. i don’t need it. if he doesn’t want to give me any, then i don’t need it. i can make my own food. stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.” he childishly mumbled under his breath as his eyes squinted even more, shooting his glare directly at the television

#! “‘tsumu, can you come help me with this?” a voice called from the bedroom. your voice. his beautiful, lovely, awesome sweetheart

#! “c’ming.” he mumbles, slowly sliding off of the couch to trudge over to you

#! “hmm?” he hummed when he got to the entryway of your shared bedroom

#! “can you hold this up a bit, i need to get something in here.” you were in the walk-in closet organizing some things

#! he was happy to help, but you could tell from the way he was pouting and his eyebrows still furrowed that something was bothering him

#! you sighed, “what’s wrong?”

#! “nothin’.”

#! “‘tsumu....,” you gave him a knowing look

#! he was gonna have to tell you at some point, “‘samu, that food hogging pig!”

#! “oh, hey! don’t call him that! it’s mean.”

#! “dun care, his fault for not sharing. our mom taught us better than that.”

#! “you don’t share, get off his back.”

#! “i do!! why are ya siding with him?! i’m yer boyfriend! yer sweet, loving, ethereal boyfriend!”

#! you raised an eyebrow at the way he described himself, “y’sure ‘bout that?”

#! his mouth opens as if he was going to gasp but no sound came out, he just pretended to faint

#! “oh no, did you die?”

#! no answer

#! “about time, thought i was gonna have to endure it for a few more years.”

#! “hey!!” he bounced back up when he heard you say that ridiculously offensive comment

#! “fine, i’ll leave then. don’t come running back to me when ya miss yer oh so handsome future husband.”

#! you snorted before going back to organizing the closet, “hold this for me, please.”

#! he groaned from the back of his throat but went over to help you anyway

#! recently, the twins’ mom gave you guys some boxes of clothes she had put away for some time. not wanting to throw them away, she gave it to you guys and osamu to take whatever you could

#! while looking through the boxes, you dug up some baby clothes that belonged to atsumu

#! “oh my god.”

#! he swings his head over to look at you, “what? hey! that’s mine!”

#! “it’s so ugly.”

#! “i’m telling my mom you said that. she’s gonna hate you sooooo much.”

#! “‘tsum, she set you up.”

#! he faked a wail and then turned back around to ignore you

#! “y’think we can keep some?”

#! “what for?”

#! “i don’t know..what if we have kids later?”

#! “that sounds nice...but we might have twins. i don’t want that.”

#! “huh? you can’t control who and how many we get, ‘tsumu.”

#! “then, let’s not risk it!”

#! “so, you don’t want kids?”

#! “precisely, yah.”

#! you stared incredulously at him while he continued sorting through stuff like he didn’t just tell you he made up his mind on not wanting kids

#! you found out two days ago that you’re pregnant, not yet telling atsumu because you just couldn’t find the right time to sit him down and talk

#! you didn’t expect to find out now that he for sure didn’t want kids. you guys talked about it a few times throughout the years of being together, but he never gave a definite answer

#! it was usually just him teasing you, or he was running around the answer. you never pushed him to answer, you didn’t want to pressure him or anything of that sort

#! “good to know, i’ll keep that in mind.” you mumbled, distracting yourself with folding the clothes

#! atsumu gave you a hum to acknowledge your words. no one says anything after that

#! a few days passed and the topic wasn’t brought up again. you secretly stashed some of the baby clothes while cleaning, the baby was gonna come at some point whether atsumu wanted it or not

#! but what you didn’t know was that he kept a stash of the baby clothes as well. he cleared out a space in his sock drawers by stuffing everything to one side, placing a stack of clothes inside because deep down he knew that there was going to be a mini him one day

#! it was currently morning, you both having the day off so you slept in. your back was curved to mold against his well defined chest while you slept. atsumu was snoring but you learned to block it out over time (he claimed you snore as well, but was never successful on proving it)

#! your eyes shot open, feeling the familiar bile crawling up your throat threatening to come out without your permission

#! quickly throwing the arm that was wrapped around you off, you ran towards the connected bathroom

#! your disappearance making atsumu’s sleepy eyes blink open, “babe? it’s still early.” his rough morning voice whispering out because it wasn’t capable of being louder than that in the morning

#! he heard the gagging noises from the restroom, eyes shooting wide awake in concern. he trips over the comforter trying to get out of bed, hurriedly running to you

#! atsumu acted fast and was holding your hair back, warm palms rubbing circles on your back. he wasn’t sure what to say, choosing to stay silent until you were finished

#! you wiped your mouth with the back of your palm, gasping for air over the toilet seat, reaching out to hold the hand that was on your back, you whispered out an, “i’m pregnant.”

#! initially he didn’t hear you, but once he heard it in his head he gasped. “how long?”

#! “not sure, almost a month?” your voice rough from throwing up

#! atsumu was confused. eyes darting everywhere, not really sure where to exactly focus on. his mind was racing, trying to think of why he didn’t know anything for so long, “ya didn’t tell me?”

#! “how could i when you said you don’t want kids?”

#! “i’m...oh..sorry, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to be taken too seriously. i only said that because of the thing with ‘samu so i thought ya could tell it was a joke.”

#! “no ‘tsumu, i couldn’t. i was already pregnant at that point and hearing you say that about having kids really affected me. i didn’t know how to tell you after you specifically said to not risk anything, how was i suppose to know it was meant to be a joke?” your voice still groggy and tears were building up in your eyes.

#! he lightly sighs then brings his hand up to cup your head, rubbing it to calm you down. “i’m so sorry, angel. i do want kids, specifically with ya. what i said was a bit dicky, but i was just being immature, i promise. i won’t joke about serious things like that again, i’m sorry.”

#! you sniffed and brought his hand up to kiss him on the palm, but he quickly yanked it away making you look up at him in shock. “ya just threw up.” he pointed to the toilet.

#! you laughed at that and quickly apologized, he carried you up so you both can stand up from the bathroom floor. atsumu gently washing your hands and around your mouth, then you swishing some water in your mouth to get rid of the throw up aftertaste

#! “wanna know a secret, babe?” he blurted out while helping you walk back to the bed

#! “what?”

#! “i kept some of the baby clothes.” a shy smile on his face as he winks at you from the side

KAGEYAMA

#! you’ve been feeling a bit sluggish lately, you weren’t sure why because it came out of nowhere

#! you decided to ignore it, but as time passes, you didn’t get any better and you even started to throw up

#! thinking back to the talk your mom gave you when you were 10, you went out to buy some pregnancy tests

#! the timeline made sense, the last time you both had sex was a few weeks ago

#! kageyama’s been caught up with practice, you were stressed, so naturally you both thought it was a good idea to let it out

#! but what you didn’t expect was having to buy pregnancy tests because there was a possibility you’re pregnant

#! granted there wasn’t any protection used and you stopped taking your pills a while ago because you guys just didn’t care anymore, so nevermind, you do see how you could be pregnant

#! but damn, one time. all it took was one time

#! shaking your head, you took your phone out to text kageyama

#! you’re not telling him over text, just letting him know you have something to tell him tonight so he can know to prepare for a talk

#! you: tobiii

#! you: i have something to tell you

#! you: tonight tho

#! you: after you come home

#! him: ok love

#! while waiting for him to come home, you lazed around and scrolled through social media for a bit. checking twitter, you were reading some tweets from kageyama’s fans, finding some funny, some adorable, and some just...weird

#! but one tweet you saw was from someone who had met kageyama at one of his previous games. the person was talking about their experience getting to meet him and they even wrote out a part of the conversation they had with kageyama

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: omfg i just met kageyama fucking tobiiosdfjdf

#! it was a thread so you clicked on it to continue reading

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he’s so sighs dreamily

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so fucking tall. i’m 5′3 and mans all the way up there 👆

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: OH OMH wait lemme type out one part of our convo omfg i think he has a partner?????? like an actual s/o guys not me

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok i asked him smtg along the lines of what he thought abt having so many fans who are children ykk bc i was thinking he knew i was implying that these kids look up to him and stuff

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: but this man.....is so...UNAWARE why is he like this but he said smtg like he doesnt understand how kids can be fans of him bc how can they understand professional volleyball like that and i was like ???mf didn’t u grow up playing vball

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so i was like oh ok :D and then asked him abt his thoughts on his future kids following in his footsteps bc i was thinking his answer would be wholesome or some shit

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he told me,,,,, i dont have kids and i dont want any... !!!! why does mr kagman not want kids w me :(( /j

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok so like all of this happened v quickly i was like in and out in 10 seconds lmao but WAIT after he said he doesnt want kids i saw him scrunching his face up

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: im not mind reader nor body language reader but idk he looked .. hrm sad?? FUCK IDK DONT TAKE M E SERIOUSLY IM DELUSIONAL

#! being an adult, you knew you shouldn’t be taking twitter threads of his teenage fans too seriously but you couldn’t help but reread the part where he said he didn’t want kids

#! did he actually say that or is this person rewording what he said? you now realized how you guys never really talked about having kids

#! sure, it was brought up once or twice but it was just because you were having baby fever. kageyama himself never directly told you he wanted kids or he was fine with having kids of his own

#! you sighed to yourself as you lock your phone, closing your eyes to take a nap until kageyama comes home

#! you felt yourself being shaken awake lightly, a familiar presence hovering over you on the couch made you open an eye

#! “tobio?”

#! “who else would it be?”

#! “i don’t know, a murderer?”

#! he scoffs at the slim chance of a someone breaking in to hurt you, but quickly turned his attention back to you when he remembered you wanted to talk

#! “so what’d you wanted to tell me?”

#! “oh, can you sit down?”

#! “o..kay?” he stiffly walked to sit beside you on the couch

#! “i’m uh,” think of something, “honestly, i forgot. yea, i forgot what i was gonna tell you. sorry.”

#! he raises one eyebrow to gaze at you curiously

#! “are you sure? it sounded important when you texted me.”

#! “mhm! yup, i forgot. sorry if i worried you, heh, are you hungry? there’s leftovers we can heat up.” you quickly tried to change the subject, getting up to walk to the kitchen

#! luckily your boyfriend didn’t question it further and got up to trail right behind you

#! you figured giving yourself some time before telling him after what you read was a good idea

#! are you aware that you were overthinking some tweet by a stranger on the app that is twitter? yes, you were. but you’re also human and overthinking is in human’s nature

#! it’s been three weeks and you still haven’t told kageyama the news. a part of you was ready to tell him, just let him know and you guys talk it out, what’s the worst that could happen

#! but the other part of you was scared. scared he actually didn’t want kids. scared he was going to leave you because going through with the pregnancy would drag him down. scared he would get mad at you for not being more careful when he was equally at fault

#! you know how kageyama gets when his emotions get complicated, he can’t deal with it so his one outlet is anger

#! he has no filter and says whatever comes to mind, all logical thinking leaving his brain

#! and that part of you is the stronger one

#! obviously you were going to tell him at some point, it’s not like you can literally hide the growing baby inside you

#! just not yet, not until you’re ready

#! you’re currently a little over a month, bump not really showing, but it’s there and it’s growing

#! kageyama can be a bit dim when it comes to.. most things beside volleyball, and usually you tease him about it but for once you thank whatever god is out there that he hasn’t noticed any big changes on your body yet

#! that was until you were showering, and he made the decision to enter the shower with you without your knowledge

#! humming to yourself while scrubbing your arms, you scooted back away from the water so it wouldn’t wash off the body wash you were trying to use

#! the action causing you to lightly hit kageyama’s chest making you jump from where you were standing

#! “tobio!” you screamed, turning around to throw the foamed body wash at him

#! he chuckles at your surprised expression and didn’t mind the soap you threw onto him, which was now sticking to his defined chest

#! “why were you just standing there, creep?”

#! he was still giggling when he answered you, “did i scare you this time?”

#! “what do you think?” you lightheartedly roll your eyes before going back to scrubbing your body

#! he picked the loofah out of your hand to continue for you

#! you both enjoyed the relaxing sound of running water and quiet echoed hums as he takes his time washing you when he suddenly stopped

#! opening your eyes, you looked up at him, “what’s wrong?”

#! he was just staring at you, blinking very slowly

#! “why do you look- your stomach feels- you look very-,” he sighs, “you look pregnant.”

#! now it was your turn to blink at him

#! you totally forgot that you were naked at the moment and he could easily see every inch of your body

#! blinking once more, you took a deep breath before telling him, “that’s ‘cuz i am.”

#! “y-you are?!” he jumped from his spot

#! “yea.. do you have a problem with that?”

#! “i...why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “do you have a problem with that?” you repeated

#! “n-no..so why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “you’re not mad?”

#! “why would i...?” his voice slightly turning high pitched as he dragged the i out

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids.”

#! “who told you that? when did i say that?”

#! “twitter.” you murmured under your breath

#! “what?”

#! “twitter..” you said a bit louder, still murmuring and choosing to turn away from him

#! “twitter?! why didn’t you just tell me, your real life boyfriend?”

#! “because!.... i was scared.”

#! “s-scared? baby, why?”

#! “i was scared you were going to leave. i don’t want you to leave. that night i told you i had something to tell you, that was when i found out. i backed out when you came home and i’m sorry. i should’ve just told you, i’m sorry, tobio-,” you were crying at this point, both of you standing under the water

#! “shh, shh, it’s okay. i’m sorry for not noticing earlier. you’re alright, babe. it’s okay. it’s okay to not feel ready, you don’t have to feel pressured to tell me anything, alright? whenever you’re ready, you tell me,” you meekly nodded as he pulls you into a hug, “whenever you’re ready..”

#! you both stood hugging each other’s bare body for a few minutes under the warm water

#! “that was probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said, tobi.” your voice sounding congested from the crying

#! “hey. mean.”

#i want the image of him crying out! of my brain! #him as in iwa #his usual scowl-imprinted face disappearing whenever he’s with you and he cries when he’s too happy #yea.......now that’s a man #kisses for u if u noticed the reference i put in kag's that alluded to my apple watch hcs #written with love - ar #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader #kageyama x reader #iwaizumi scenarios #atsumu scenarios #kageyama scenarios #iwaizumi headcanons #atsumu headcanons #kageyama headcanons #iwaizumi imagine #atsumu imagines #kageyama imagine #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi angst #atsumu fluff #atsumu angst #kageyama fluff #kageyama angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines

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TORRES??? Omg Head cannons for Torres x reader where reader is with sam and Bucky trying to be useful(I know you probably get a lot of requests where reader has powers like Wanda but who wouldn’t want that) with her powers. She stays behind with Torres in the plane and they flirt and she like gives him her number when they land and meet up with same and Bucky??

a/n: hi i love joaquin torres with my entire being ty for this nonnie :)

i think it’s safe to say that torres is a little fanboy when it comes to the avengers

so when you first step onto the plane with sam and bucky his jaw DROPS

firstly because you were there with bucky barnes himself and second because you were much more beautiful in person

when your gaze meets his you offer him a sweet smile that makes him go weak in the knees

sam notices and decides to tease him for a bit

“torres, shut your mouth, man. you’re catching flies!”

joaquin goes pink at sam’s words, feeling quite embarrassed that he just embarrassed himself in front of two former avengers and his long term superhero crush

most of the flight is silent after sam’s short briefing of the situation at hand

sam originally recruited you to join him on this mission because he thought your powers would be useful, but after hearing that he had absolutely no plan whatsoever, you were a bit conflicted

bucky jumping out of the plane without a chute just aggravated you even more so you just decided to stay on the plane

you sit on the aircraft in comfortable silence as you observe the man who was working alongside sam

it wasn’t hard to notice that he was attractive and you definitely didn’t miss the way he constantly stared in your direction

so you walk over to him, realizing you hadn’t caught his name other than “torres”

“i don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. i’m y/n,” you tell him as you offer him a hand

he takes it with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen and responds “joaquin torres. but most people just call me torres.”

“hmm... i like joaquin. do you mind if i call you that?”

oh poor torres is blushing like a mad man now

he stumbles over his words as he lets out a very flustered “yes”

the two of you then fall into easy conversation

you talking about past missions with the avengers and him talking about his military past and how he got to working with sam

you did a majority of the talking though, since it seemed like you made him extremely nervous

but you didn’t mind

if anything you found the way he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and looked down bashfully at the floor when he talked to you cute

there was something about his smile and the softness of his eyes that had you feel at home

a ping from your cellphone breaks the little bubble you and joaquin found yourselves in and you suddenly feel disappointed at the thought of having to meet up with the others again

you send sam a quick text telling him you’re on your way to meet up with him and bucky before turning to torres with a sorry smile

“well... duty calls...”

“oh! oh, yeah, no worries. you should totally go and help them out. i mean not that they can’t handle themselves but it just seems like-“

you cut him off with a laugh

“you’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that joaquin?”

he can barely muster up anymore words so he just smiles

you hand him your phone and his eyes go wide

“here, put your number in my phone. i’d love to talk to you again sometime maybe over dinner?”

“you want to take me out?”

“if you’ll let me...”

torres nods vigorously at that, punching in his phone number with shaky hands

he hands you back your phone and your fingertips just barely graze each other’s, though he swears he could feel it up his whole arm

“great. i’ll text you so we can plan that date,” you wink at him

the pilot tells you both that they landed safely and you give one last look at torres who’s smiling wide

“i’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“for sure!”

then you do something that shocks you both

you lean in, placing a quick kiss against his cheek before making your way off the plane, leaving him standing there like an idiot

torres watches you leave with an awestruck look on his face as he delicately touches the spot where your lips touched his skin

holy shit, he thinks

he has a date with y/n y/l/n

let’s just say if joaquin wasn’t falling for you then, he most certainly was falling for you now

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[thebuckleydiaz]

Dumb Sambucky hc if you're still doing that: they accidentally make too much spaghetti and the only vessel big enough to hold it is the shield

nonny, that is some big brain headcanon right there, i jumped to write this one the second i saw it, ty

They definitely did not set out to make a monstrously large bowl of spaghetti. But they've just gotten back from a three-week exhausting mission, Sarah's not feeling well, and they've got a whole house to feed—unfortunately, that house includes two growing boys, and a supersoldier who can eat his weight in pasta.

"I have an idea, but you're not gonna like it," Sam says when they realize the grand mistake they've made.

Bucky doesn't give a shit about defiling the shield ("Steve would laugh his ass off.") and agrees it's the only thing that could possibly contain the mountain of spaghetti they've created. They all sit around the coffee table, eating dinner right out of the shield.

("Sam... Sam, it's still not big enough.")

Did I look up the guiness world record for biggest pot of spaghetti before writing this? You bet your ass I did, and one of the boys probably did, too. We are all sorely disappointed that they didn't come anywhere near breaking it, but it was still a good laugh for all.

send me your dumbest headcanons and I'll write a 5-sentence fic or something

#anon #sambucky #winterfalcon #5 sentence fics #dumbest headcanon prompts

[tngrace]

“Are you fucking insane!?” For the prompts please! I loved your last work!! 💕

Awww thank you nonnie! I've enjoyed getting back into writing so im glad people are enjoying it. 🤗 this fic is inspired by this 911 scene with Athena when she's trying to get back into the dating scene. I was rolling with tears of laughter during it and I could just see it happening to Tarlos so I decided to write it. However I'm editing the scene to make it fit Tarlos and the situation; I don't think in the concept art, Carlos has a headboard but for this one shot pretend he does. Thank you for the ask nonnie & thank you @moviegeek03 for helping me figure out who they would call, how this scene could work, and all your support it means the world ❤ also thanks to my girls @toews-a-peek & @justkillingtimewhileiwait our little memory lane conversation today helped put me in the right mindset for this 😉😏🔥 🤣

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Carlos and TK had been out to the club with Paul. They were decompressing from the week like they usually did at least every couple of weeks depending on how their shifts lined up. Carlos had had his one beer minimum, and Paul was well on his way to a good time.

Ever since he and TK had been together, Carlos kept himself at one beer out of respect for his boyfriend. TK had told him it didn't bother him, but Carlos still wouldn't drink more. He didn't need to drink with TK, always feeling love drunk any time his boyfriend was close.

They'd been dancing and having a good time, the club scene allowing them to be as close and as handsy as they wanted. The energy was high, the music flowing through them;TK was currently grinding all over Carlos, hands everywhere, but Carlos was no better; the alcohol making him free with his hands and lips. Since he quit drinking as much, one beer does more to him than it shoud. His hands gripped TK's hips helping keep him steady as his lips stayed attached to TK's neck either whispering words of promise for later or placing kisses in all of TK's sensitive spots.

It doesn't take many more well placed kisses or promises of giving TK everything he wants, before TK is finding Paul and telling him they're heading out. He passes TK his keys, ever the responsible one even if it was one beer hours ago, as they head out. Carlos's hands wander the whole time TK's driving from his thigh up to TK's hips and crotch and back until TK is going crazy.

"Carlos I swear to God if you don't quit I'm gonna use your handcuffs and cuff your hands," TK whines as he's stopped at a red light. "We're almost home," he says with a smirk sent Carlos's way.

"You started it," Carlos pouts reminding TK how hard he'd made him inside the club. Carlos was just trying to return the teasing favor.

"I know. Just let me get us home so I don't wreck your other baby," he teases as he gives Carlos a quick kiss before he finishes driving them home.

Carlos rolls his eyes affectionately at TK but he does keep his hand still on TK's thigh as TK keeps driving. Once home, lips attack lips once more as they're trying to unlock the front door to stumble through.

Carlos manages to get the door unlocked and then he's spinning TK into the wall beside the TV as he kisses him senseless. TK is just as enthusiastic, pushing his hips into Carlos's, making breathy sighs and moans of pleasure encouraging Carlos not to stop.

"Were you serious about the cuffs?" Carlos murmurs in between kisses as TK flips them so Carlos is against the wall. His mind had been playing TK's threat on loop, and it slipped out before he could think it through. At TK's lust blown wide eyed nod, Carlos can't help but growl and lift TK into his arms, carrying him up the stairs to their bedroom.

He knows how much TK likes it when Carlos let's his dominate side out, and he's proved true as TK attacks his neck; Carlos is almost positive he's leaving a hickey, as TK let's out little whines and moans of pleasure. He drops TK on the bed and quickly strips as TK does the same, doing his best to wiggle out of his skin tight jeans.

Carlos gets his cuffs out of his utility belt that's hanging on the closet door as TK gets lube and a condom out. Carlos tosses the cuffs down beside him as he climbs over TK, pinning him down and kissing him senseless.

TK moans and withers under him as Carlos keeps kissing all over him, but TK takes him by surprise and flips them around so he's on top. He gives Carlos a shit eating grin as he pulls back so they can catch their breaths. "Let me see your hand Officer," TK says reaching for Carlos's wrist.

Carlos chuckles as TK takes his wrist to handcuff to the headboard. TK was too busy trying to kiss Carlos while cuffing him that he wasn't paying attention and ended up cuffing himself as well. "Oh shit," he murmurs as he realizes what's happened.

"What? What's wrong?" Carlos asks finally looking up at his boyfriend. His eyes go to where TK's hand is still next to his and the cuff is securely around his wrist.

"Ty," he whines face palming with his free hand.

"I'm sorry. Your lips are distracting," TK accuses as he readjust his straddle on Carlos. "Please tell me you got the key," he all but begs, each word making Carlos's eyes wider.

"Dios mio," Carlos groans his hand running down his face once more.

"Carlos," TK whines as the reality of the situation dawns on them.

"You weren't supposed to be cuff too," he huffs. "You should've been able to easily get it."

TK hands his head resting it on his arm that is now cuffed to the headboard too. "Fuck what are we gonna do?" TK asks Carlos.

Carlos is racking his brain, but there is no way either of them are going to be able to reach his belt for the key. "We're gonna have to call someone," Carlos whispers in dread.

"We could call 911," TK starts before shaking his head no. "Or Michelle. She has key to your place."

"Are you fucking insane?" Carlos asks with wild eyes. "No. No. No. We're not calling either of those. We'd never hear the end of it Tyler. And besides if we call 911 and get Grace what are you gonna do when she tells Judd?"

He watches as TK's eyes get wide. "You're right both of those are bad options. Fuck," he groans trying to rattle the cuffs to see if his would give.

"What about.... what about Paul?" Carlos asks. "He'd keep our secret wouldn't he?"

TK thinks it over for a minute before nodding. "Yea... we could do that." He starts looking for either of their phones and realizes they're both too far away. "Fuck we're gonna have to use siri," TK groans.

Carlos has the calmest most authoritative voice of the two of them. So he calls for siri to call Paul on speaker and he just prays he picks up. Just when he thinks it's going to voice-mail Paul answers. Carlos asks him if he could come over and do them a big favor, and when Paul agrees, Carlos let's out a sigh of relief and tells him the front door should be open.

While they wait, they cover up better but continue making out and leaving hickeys on each other. If it wasn't for Carlos's good ear they never would've heard Paul come in. Carlos hears him call out and Carlos wiggles his way to sitting with TK in his lap, TK's back to the bedroom door and the covers pulled up all around him. "Bedroom," Carlos calls back already feeling his face so red before Paul even gets there.

The bedroom door just barely creaks open and TK turns his head to look at their best friend. "Yall know I'm straight right?" Paul reminds them with a hesitant look as TK starts laughing and Carlos turns redder.

"Yes you dork," TK says holding up his wrist which in turn shows off Carlos's. "I accidently cuffed myself too and now we can't get the key. So would you be so kind as to get the key out of the belt hanging there on the closet and then leave," TK asks like the brat he is making Carlos groan.

Paul stares at them like they've lost their minds before he starts laughing. "Wow... yall need this key?" He asks pulling it out of the utility belt.

"Yes please," TK says. He'd hold his hand out for it, but he can't. Paul moves to unlock the cuff, but TK stops him. "Just the key. I'll get that later." Carlos isn't sure how he can keep turning redder but his face is on fire and he's gonna kill TK he thinks.

"Oh... oh... I see. Ok. Here," Paul says dropping the key within reach. "You two don't hurt yourselves. Don't need yall calling 911 like this," he laughs as he heads back for the bedroom door.

"Keep this between us?" Carlos finally finds his voice to call out before Paul is gone.

"Yea.. oh yea. Ain't nobody need to know about this," he laughs phone in hand as he heads out the door.

Carlos is cussing in Spanish as TK laughs and resumes kissing all over him. It is some of the hottest sex of their lives, but they don't live it down from their friends for a solid two weeks.

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[77marvelimagines]

The Sound of Snow

The Sound of Snow

Brunhilde/Valkyrie X Deaf!Reader

Prompt(s) from anonymous: hello !! new follower here and i've just got to say that i discovered you through your brunnhilde fic (loved it btw 💕) if your requests are open, can i please get a valkyrie or thor x reader where y/n used to be deaf, but was able to get surgery to get most of her hearing back. she's finding out all these things she thought made noise actually don't (and vice versa) + val/thor's reaction thrown into the mix ☺️ beautiful and sugary sweet fluff pls !

Note(s): Eyy, first fic of the year!! I hope y’all don’t mind a little snow in July- I thought this would be a sweet prompt, and I’m happy with how this turned out, especially since this is the first thing I’ve written in months! It’s great to be back, and I loved this prompt sm. Ty for sending it in Nonny, and i hope you enjoyed! <3 

Warning(s): Just some fluff! 

Word Count: 845.

(y/n) had been born hard of hearing at birth and she’d lived that way for most of her life. That changed when, sometime after college, she decided a cochlear implant would benefit her. She’d stashed away almost all her wages, and with the generous help of her girlfriend, she’d finally finally saved enough to cover the costs of the surgery. She got it mid-February, just after Valentines day, and by mid-March she was ready for the programming of her implant. 

Hearing was… surreal. The second sound finally began to filter in she’d teared up and gasped. Her jaw had dropped upon realizing that clocks ticked??? She’d always thought that was just an exaggeration in literature, but no, that was, in fact, a real and very hearable thing. Val had taken her hand and laughed along with her, while the programmer in front of her had smiled on.

Hearing only continued to become a wonderful development. 

For the next few days, (y/n) took the time to acquaint herself with Val’s voice. She thought it was important to know it, and voices were distinct anyway, so it wasn’t that hard to pick Val’s out from a crowd. Still, when they laid together on the couch, (y/n) snuggled up with her head under specifically under Val’s chin. She could hear her heartbeat and the sweet sound of her voice, her laugh, and the rumbles of her vocal chords. Who knew that human bodies could make so many sounds… (y/n) hung onto every one. 

The wonder of sound did not cease to amaze (y/n), however. One of the most distinct moments was the day she and Val had visited the city. It was towards the end of March, and despite April being on their doorstep, winter had been making it’s last-ditch effort to keep the day cloudy and cold. After stepping out of a little cafe and into the snow-covered streets, (y/n) breathed out in an amazing realization. 

Val walked out beside her, hands cupped around her hot chocolate. She grabbed her girlfriend’s hand and turned to leave. Unfortunately, she was stopped short by the tug of a static (y/n), who hugged her drink and stared whimsically into the snowy-landscape. 

“Love?” Val asked, an eyebrow raised with her fondly-dubious tone. 

(y/n) took a second to listen. “... you never told me that there’s no sound when it’s snowing.. I don’t think I’ve heard the city be this quiet before.”

Val blinked, then chuckled softly. It’d never quite occurred to her that snowing could be something to marvel at. Of course it was beautiful to look at in untouched fields, when the moon was high in the sky, but Val had had her hearing her whole life, and living and learning from (y/n) had certainly taught her a handful of wonderful revelations. 

“I’m sorry, I guess I never figured it was a big distinction from the sound of rain. No, snow is too light, and it doesn’t make much noise when it falls. That’s probably why it’s so quiet though- with all the particles in the air, I would imagine it all absorbs the soundwaves.”

“Huh,” (y/n) said, still watching the flakes fall blissfully, slowly, before settling gracefully against the bank of the curve. Then, she scrunched up her features- into the face Val always giggled at- and buried herself into her girlfriend’s warm embrace. Decidedly, she ignored Val’s cries to watch their drinks. “I know I said this when I first got my implants, but sound is weird...I love it.” 

Val laughed, a sound that (y/n) knew she’d remember forever. She smiled against the soft scarf that whispered in the breeze and tucked herself impossibly closer. If she listened close enough, she thought she could hear the beat of Val’s heart. (y/n) hummed and pressed a kiss to the junction of her jaw, just to hear Val’s soft giggle-snort. 

“H-hey! Hah, Love, we’re going to get sick standing out here like a bunch of loons. Well, you’ll get sick, at least.” (y/n) snorted against her cheek, cheekily, and slowly Val began to steer them back towards downtown to start heading home. “Come on now, let’s enjoy our cocoa and get home. I know of a few better ways we can spend this snowy evening…” 

(y/n) snort-laughed at Val’s not-so-subtle comment, but grinned anyway. Her girlfriend wasn’t wrong- there were a few better ways to spend the evening. She turned and allowed Val to tug her down the street. Or, really, only as far as a few feet, before her implant filtered in a whole new sound for her to hear.

“... Wait, snow CRUNCHES??”

Val had to stop and laugh as her amazing, silly, and curious girlfriend started stomping around the snow piles along the sidewalk. The entire way back, they crunched snow and ice and listened to the too-soft pattering of falling snow. 

Needless to say, despite the crisp coolness of the air, their long walk home was most certainly one of their best ones. 

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[loveyourownsmiilee]

that anon made me generally laugh, like its a show?? there is no reason to act that way?? please get over your self rude bucktaylor anon ty❤️

It’s so funny to me honestly. Like it’s a fucking show and obviously my blog is a BUDDIE BLOG. So like why the need to come on my page and send stupid hate?!? People really be that bored 😅 but seriously please get over yourself as my lovely nonnie just said 😊

#juju answers #anon asks #I’m still laughing over this #like damn ppl really are delusional huh

[iwaasfairy]

thank you all so much for the amazing bday wishes!!! I had a really nice day ♡♡ asks below the cut

is it your birthday??? if yes,, hAPPY BIRTHDAYY <33 I DON'T INTERACT MUCH BUT I SO SO LOVE YOUR WORKS !!! take a rest when needed and remember that we love you <33 manifesting for you to have a good day and a happy life !! hope you have the best day of your life !!! ♡

thank you so much for the lovely wishes though!!! thANK YOU,, I WILL! I LOBE YOU TOO! I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT WEEK! ♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

happy birthday fairy!! you are so loved and adored. thank you for existing and giving this world a little more light and love. your energy and vibes have always felt so safe and good, and i hope you too feel safe and good today and every day 💝💖💘🧚🏼‍♀️✨💕💓

( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥) yo hOW ARE YOU THIS SWEET oml hvdgfzegifz LEMME KITH YOUR PRETTY CHEEKS :(((( this is so so amazing and made me so happy, thank you so much :((( i hope you'll always feel that way here and that we can all be happy on my stupid lil blog <33 ty so much

happy birf fairy! i hope you have a wonderful day, you deserve all the love in the world xx 💕

thankies my love!! i did have a really nice day :((( yOU DESERVE ALL THE LOVE TOO PLS

fairy!! hopping in real quick amidst exam week to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! I LOVE YOU and i hope you have the bestest birthday ever 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 sending you all the love and meians in the world!!!! - 🌼

thank you my sweet baby!! yOURE ALWAYS SO KIND TO ME I DONT DESERVE :(( but i'm so grateful though (´͈ ૢᐜ `͈ૢ) you're a blessing. good luck on your last few exams,, i know you'll do amazing!!! you got this!!

aaa happy birthday fairy!! 🥳🥳 here’s a social distanced kith ( ˘ ³˘)

thank you sweet angel! kisses!! ♡

HAPPY BORNDAY!!! ♥️♥️

ty ty ty ♡( ૢ⁼̴̤̆ ꇴ ⁼̴̤̆ ૢ)~ෆ♡

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💞💗🍓✨✨🌟 i hope it was/will be a wonderful year for you - 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 rip why did i say was ignore that -👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 WAIT I USED THE WRONG EMOJI TWICE AM I DUMB I MEANT 🍓 I HATE HAVING FAT THUMB LUV U MEAH MWAH

i hdgfuzygeifygzi i thought this was the funniest thing in the world when it came in pLSJHDVGHFGHE!!! thank you so much my love!! i HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING YEAR TOO!! pkdjhfsh this made me laugh so hard help

OMG BABYYY IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ON UR BLOG IN A WHILE AND TUMBLRS BEEN GLITCHING FOR ME BUTTTT OMGOTMFN happy bdayy <33 >_< !! MUCH LUV TO U MWAHHGG- J ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

J!! HI MY SWEET ANGEL I MISSED YOU!! THANK you for the well wishes, i appreciate it so much yOURE TOO SWEET! but actually my app has been a bit buggy sometimes too >_>> weird. ily!!!! TAKE CARE

HIII BABY ‼️‼️ ITS BEEN SO LONG OMG IM SOWEY 🥺HAPPY BIRTHDAY??? I HOPE YOUR DAY HAS BEEN GOING WELL OWKWKWJAKSJ I LOVE U, I SEND U KISSES WND BIRTHDAY BOOPS JDIEJWP - 🐰

AAAHHHH hELLOOOO omG YES ITS BEEN VERY LONG!! (/ ᵒ̴̵̶̷౩ᵒ̴̵̶̷ )/ 💝 I LOVE YOU TOO!! Thank you so much bby,, i did have a great day! PLEASE TAKE CARE!! KISSES

happy birthday pretty girl!! i love you and your writing :,) stay safe!! love u

thank you so much sweet nonnie!! i'm so glad you like my writing,, and I LOVE YOU TOO PLS pls you're so cute omg

happy birthday miss faiwy!!! 🥺🥳 i hope you had a wonderful day and that the pain from ur loss is easing. i've lost a cat before so i understand how tough it can be! 😔 i promise that at some point remembering them will bring you nothing but smiles and i hope u can take pride in the fact that ur love gave them a better a life and more comfort than they would've had otherwise 💕 happy birthday again with love from ur angel -😇

hi angel!!! i did have a really nice day yesterday and though it has been very wishy washy in my brain because of the bad news and then good news i'm so happy to hear this and hear from you again :((( i missed you! thank you so so much for the lovely message baby 💘💝💓

#honey mail #🌼 nonnie #🍓 nonnie #J💙 #🐰 nonnie #😇 nonnie #thank you all so much for the super sweet messages!!! i don't wanna spam too much bUT IM UNENDINGLY GRATEFUL

[tibbinswrites]

Hi! For the prompts can you do destiel stories and #4 and #16?? Thanks! ❤❤

Hi Nonnie!! Thank you so much for the request. Sorry it’s taken me so long to finish, I had a few false starts with it. Enjoy ^_^

(prompts are open. Send me a number between 1 and 635 and I’ll write a thing for you)

I’ve now done prompts for: #1, #2, #4 and #16, #10, #78, #170 and #502 but all the others are fair game :D

Prompt #4: “I’m not okay.” and Prompt #16: Kiss

The first time Cas realised that he couldn’t heal anymore, it was when Dean had already lost about two pints of blood. His thigh had a long gash in it, and he was currently slumped against the wall trying to get his breath back from where he’d been winded by the cruel cinderblock while Cas took out the werewolf that had tossed him there. He poked at the wound and hissed, trying not to wonder if that little spark of white in amongst all the red was bone or if his eyes were doing that unreliable thing that happened somewhere around pint two and a half.

The still smoking corpse of the werewolf dropped and Cas was by his side in an instant, crouching down and placing two fingers to his forehead with a small smile. Dean waited for the relief, for the delicate brush of Cas’s grace to get knitting his leg back together, but when the pain didn’t abate, and when Cas’ smile fell into wide-eyed horror, he knew what had happened.

“Dean—”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Dean said quickly. Forcing his lips into something that was probably more a pained grimace than a smile. “It’s alright. Here’s what I need you to do. I need you to go to the car and get the first aid kit out the trunk and bring it back here, okay?” He kept his voice as calm as possible, knowing that this was a huge thing for Cas, and that he was on the verge of panicking, of trying to force a heal, which could mean all kinds of bad shit was about to go down if Dean didn’t give him a task.

Cas blinked and tore his hand away from Dean’s forehead.

“Yes,” he said, standing a lot more clumsily than his usual graceful movements, “I— I can do that. Dean, will you…?”

“I’ll be here.”

Cas nodded, but it still took him another few seconds to leave and Dean was pretty sure he was beating him self up pretty bad right now. He was also pretty sure that he’d beat himself up way worse if Dean actually died while he was out getting band-aids so he concentrated real hard on not doing that. Not that this was a fatal wound really. Infection was the worst danger, and blood loss, but those could both be remedied the human way. It would suck, but he’d be fine.

Sam was going to throw a huge bitch fit when he realised that this meant Dean had a ready-made excuse to do nothing but sit in front of the TV for at least two weeks. What a shame.

Cas returned, holding the box and practically falling at Dean’s side.

“Thanks, buddy. That’s great.” Dean said, deciding that keeping a stream of reassurance would not only keep Cas from freaking out, but it would also give him something to focus on other than the huge, gaping wound in his leg. He took the box from Cas’ shaking hands and flipped open the lid. Well… first things first. He pulled out the fifth of whiskey and put the box down on the floor so he could unscrew the lid.

“What are you doing?” Cas demanded, making to snatch the bottle from him, but Dean held it protectively into his chest.

“Trust me,” he said with a small laugh, “I’m gonna need it.” Then he took several large gulps, waited for the warmth to bloom in his stomach and poured a liberal amount onto his ruined leg. “Fuck!” He yelled as the sharp burning pain sliced through his thigh, he smashed his free fist against the floor as a distraction and would have dropped the bottle if Cas hadn’t rescued it, concern and guilt etched into every line of his face.

“What can I do?” He asked, and Dean’s heart broke at the plea in his voice, desperate to help, desperate for some kind of direction. Dean was breathing hard, and he was shaking with a mixture of pain and adrenaline.

“You’re gonna have to stitch me up, buddy,” he said, holding a hand out so Cas could see the tremor. “I need a pair of steady hands and a can do attitude. You’ve got those, right?”

“I— yes?”

“’Course you do.” Dean said firmly, pushing the towards Cas. “Needle and dental floss, and you can’t stop once you start, you’ve gotta keep going till it’s done.”

“Dean—”

“You’ve got this. Hell, you’re probably more qualified to do this than I’ve ever been. You’ve got all that angel knowledge in your head, and you once built me up from scratch, right? This is easy.”

Cas’ face set determined and he nodded before ripping up the seam of Dean’s jeans to peel the denim away from the wound. Dean winced and was suddenly very glad that all his blood was otherwise occupied because in different circumstances he’d be having another kind of hard time. Cas pulled out what he needed and used a clean rag to wipe away as much blood as he could, used the rest of the whisky to wash his hands with and readied the needle over Dean’s skin before pausing to meet his eyes.

“Ready?”

Dean held up a finger, then grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels and took a few more slugs. “Okay,” he rasped. “Go nuts.”

The first press of the needle had Dean clenching his teeth so hard he was surprised he wasn’t pushing them back into his gums.

“Ninety degrees, above the fat, centimetre to the right of the wound,” Cas muttered, seemingly to himself.

“Watch who you’re calling fat,” Dean gritted back. Cas’ eyes stayed fixed on Dean’s leg but his lips twitched into a thin smile. Then he twisted the needle into position and Dean forgot to be funny. “Son of a bitch!” He yelled.

The needle poked through the other side of the gash and Dean felt like he might throw up.

“Pull until two inches of thread left on the right side.” Cas continued, his tone apologetic as he took hold of the needle and began to pull.

Dean let out a series of noises that were somewhere between gasping and screaming as he felt the dental floss move through sinew and only the fear of ripping through more of his leg kept him from thrashing and trying to kick Cas away. It might not be the worst pain he’d ever experienced but it still freaking hurt.

“It’s alright.” Cas soothed, pulling the two sides of the wound together and tying off the floss with a precision that made no sense considering this was his first suture.

While Cas worked Dean examined him. There was nothing else to focus on other than the pain but that would be all kinds of unhelpful. So he watched Cas, the firm line of his jaw, the deft fingers adding a third throw to the floss for extra security, the mixture of steel and grief in his eyes.

He let out a grunt as Cas began on the second suture—at what Dean would bet was exactly a quarter inch down from the first—and Cas’ lips pulled in tighter.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked. He might be the one with muscle exposed to air but Cas seemed to be laser focussed on his task, his eyes barely moving from the needle and thread, as though he was terrified to look at the wound itself. Weird, he’d never thought of Cas as squeamish, he’d certainly never shown a sign of it before.

“Fine,” Cas said bluntly, his tone indicating anything but.

“Uh-huh.”

“Dean, please, I’m trying to concentrate.”

Dean wanted to argue, but pissing off the guy stitching up his leg probably wasn’t the best idea so he dropped it. Cas worked quickly, soon getting the hang of the routine of it and in less than half an hour there were eleven neat little knots of thread along his thigh.

“Nice work.”

Cas sat back and dropped the needle and floss back into the first aid kit.

“I’m not okay,” he said quietly, wiping his bloodied hands on a rag.

“No?”

“I could have lost you.” His voice was so soft, so mournful and it twinged something in his chest.

“What, to this?” Dean gestured to his leg. “Dude, it’s just a scratch, it was never gonna kill me.”

“But what if it was worse?” Cas argued. “What if it’s worse next time? If I can’t heal—”

Dean reached out a hand and placed it on Cas’ shoulder. “Cas, it’s not on you, okay? No matter what happens, it’s not your fault. Sometimes you’ve just gotta roll with the punches and do what you can. Like today, you stitched me up real good and once it heals it’s gonna be a badass scar. There’s no point crying about what ifs. What happens happens, and we pick our fate. And I for one wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Then, before he could second-guess himself, he curled his hand around the back of Cas’ neck, yanking him forward so that their lips met. Even startled, Cas recovered quickly, catching himself so that he didn’t topple completely into Dean, one hand came up to hesitantly cradle his cheek. The touch was so light that it tickled and Dean took it as encouragement to deepen the kiss, pushing into it all the things he had pushed down, the words he’d refused to say, the feelings that had always seemed to stick in his throat. Cas let out a breathy sound that was a little like awe as he pulled back, his eyes shining as he looked at Dean like he was somehow worthy of the love of an angel.

Dean looked away. It hurt too much, to have that kind of delicate faith gently placed into his clumsy hands.

“I’ll blame that on the Jack later,” Dean mumbled, ashamed to know that it was true. “But that was my choice and I want you to know that before I chicken out.”

“Dean—”

“Help me up.” He cut in, using the wall behind him and his good leg to start the process. “We should get back.”

“Alright.”

Cas took his arm and helped pull him upright. He hissed in pain as he tried to put weight on his leg but it hurt a hell of a lot less than it did, and it should heal pretty clean.

“For the record,” Cas said conversationally as they hobbled their way to the car, the first aid kit in Cas’ other hand rattling a little with each step. “If you ever wanted to make that choice again, I’d be amenable to it.”

Dean couldn’t help a little grin starting to split his face. “Oh, would you now?”

“Yes.” Cas said, a pink flush spreading up his neck as Dean turned to look at him. “I would.”

Dean chuckled and, feeling brave, ducked his head in to peck Cas’ cheek, relishing in the ensuing blush and the small, sweet smile.

“Good.”

#prompts #prompt #writing prompt #prompt me #destiel #spn fanfic #TibbinsWrites #TibbinsAnswers #supernatural

[ttlmt]

Hello! I was reminded that Dan called Phil a birthmark today which again made me laugh I am back home after a full day of work and working on some embroidery while it is raining outside so I am sending you a good vibe ✨✨

he Did that

that sounds so peaceful nonnie ty for the good vibes

#ask anon #i have embroidery stuff i should try again #or do any handcraft really its a peaceful hobby #i hope it rains here again soon i miss her

[wayward-river]

My Bulldog

Reggie x Sweet Pea Sister!Reader 

AN: This is my first attempt at writing for Reggie so I hope y’all like it! All mistakes are my own and I do not own the gif. As always shout out to @xserpentlife for being my beta on this! Enjoy this 3284 Reggie fic!

AN 2: This was requested! My requests are open still so if you have one don’t be shy to send it in! Hope the nonny who requested likes this! 

AN 3 : I am also trying out something new with a separator to make it look better since tumblr doesn’t like my spacing and pretty much deletes it so let me know if y’all want it to continue that way or if you absolutely hate it and its confusing! Just trying out different things. 

Warnings: Violence, Abuse, Talk of past abuse, If that is triggering in any way please do not read. 

You walked out of your last class your eyes searching a smile lighting up your face as you locked eyes with Reggie leaning against your locker.

“I can’t believe you and Mantle of all people.” Sweet Pea scoffed.

You smacked his shoulder

“He’s cute and he didn’t give up I mean he tried for two months.”

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “Yeah but remember when he hated us. If I remember right he called you a Serpent -”

“It’s in the past Pea, just drop it and be nice if he shows up to the Wyrm. People can change.” You scolded him as you walked away towards your locker.

“I still don’t get it” Sweet Pea muttered.

“Yeah well she didn’t get the whole Josie thing either” Fangs quipped.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “Yeah well I thought my sister would have learned her lesson through my mistakes.”

“Hey handsome” You smiled standing up on your tiptoes as you pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

“Hi beautiful” Reggie smiled as his hands went to your waist bringing you into him. “Your brother seems to love me extra today.”

You rolled your eyes. “I wish you two could just get along for at least like an hour. I mean you could try at the Wyrm tonight?”

“I don’t know Y/N I don’t think I’m exactly welcome there. Plus I have a game tonight remember? I thought you were coming?”

“I am Reg. I just thought you know after we could meet up with everyone. I really want you to get to know them.” You pleaded.

“I know baby, but I get it. I wasn’t really the best to begin with I mean I’m really lucky to have gotten a chance with you after some of my comments” Reggie looked down at you his grip tighter on your hips.

“Yeah well, I am a forgiving person plus you were raised to hate anyone that wasn’t a northsider, I get it but I’m glad we got past it and I’m glad you changed.”

Reggie chuckled. “Yeah we are a modern day Romeo and Juliet.”

You leaned up pressing your lips against Reggies.

“I’ll see you at the game?” Reggie asked.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” You grabbed Reggies hand as he led you to your bike.

You walked out the doors praying that your brother and Fangs would be gone. To your luck they were standing there messing around.

“Oh boy. Please just don’t take anything he says seriously.”

Reggie hummed, his arm still around you.

Sweet Pea and Fangs looked up to the sound of footsteps nearing them. “Mantle.” Sweet Pea glared.

“Sweet Pea.” Reggie answered. “I was uh just walking Y/N to her bike” Reggie turned to you pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll see you at the game later”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” You smiled as you watched him walk away.

“You are going to a bulldog game? I never thought I’d see the day.” Sweet Pea laughed.

You glared at your brother. “When your boyfriend is the quarterback you go to the games.”

Sweet Pea sighed. “Just be careful okay? You coming to the Wyrm after?”

You shook your head no. “I think I’m going over to Reggie’s after. He doesn’t exactly feel welcome at the Wyrm.”

Sweet Pea put his hands up in surrender. “Hey not my fault.”

You scoffed. “Kind of is. You know the younger ones wouldn’t give him shit if you were just nice.”

“I’m sorry if I’m trying to protect my baby sister from being heart broken.”

“Reggie would never.” You straddled your bike. “I’m going home, I won’t be home until late, so don’t wait up.” You smirked as you started up your bike.

“Gross Y/N/N. I don’t need to know your sex life.” Sweet Pea groaned.

“Yeah well at least you don’t have to hear the girls. “Oh Sweet Pea right there, Oh Sweet Pea you are so good.” and that one weird “I’ve been a bad girl daddy.” Cause that is so much fun to hear that about your older brother.”

Sweet Pea went silent. “Valid point I’ll try to tone down the babes.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah...sure.” You flipped him off as you headed home.

You sat in the stands your black serpent jacket clashing against the blue and gold shirts and jackets. Some would make comments at the beginning until they found out you were Reggies girl and began to leave you alone.

You hollered as you watched Reggie throw to Archie running it in tieing up the score.

You watched Reggie run off the field, waiting for the defense to hopefully make a stop so he can get back on the field. You may be Reggie's girlfriend but this was his first love.

You cheered as Reggie ran back on.

Wincing as you watched him get tackled to the ground, laying there not jumping back up like usual.

“REGGIE!” You screamed out jumping up from your seat.

You bit your nails as you sat back down, praying to anyone who would listen.

“Please get up baby, please, please.” You murmured as you held your breath.

The crowd was silent and the next three minutes felt like an eternity as you watched Archie help Reggie up as he walked it off giving a thumbs up to the crowd as they cheered.

You released the breath you were holding, but your mind still wandered to him being hurt.

“Please don’t go back on the field Reg. Stay on the sidelines.” You muttered to yourself, sighing when you saw him running back on.

The first play throwing an interception allowing the other team to run it in taking the lead.

You watched the clock run out, your shoulders slumping. Reggie was always down after a loss, and tonight he was going to end up blaming himself.

You waited in the parking lot by Reggie’s truck waiting to see him, to see with your own eyes that he was okay. Finally you saw him walk out with Archie your eyes scanning him. You could tell he was leaning more on his left side, favoring his right and that was what made your mind up. You sprinted towards him.

Archie patted Reggie’s you watched his face contorted with pain, before he walked towards you.

Reggie gave you a smile. “Hey beautiful”

Your face didn’t change from the worry that had been plastered on since you watched Reggie hit the ground.

“Baby, I’m okay.” Reggie began.

You scoffed. “I saw that hit Reg. I saw you unable to get up, and I saw you favor your right on your way to me, don’t bullshit a bullshitter Reggie Mantle. I get that enough from Pea.”

Reggie got closer to you pulling you into his chest. “I’m sorry baby, I’m a little sore...but we can go to my place and you can play nurse if you really want to make sure I’m okay.”

You nodded against his chest.

“Lets go, I’m driving though no need for you to injure yourself more.” You scolded.

You pulled up to the Mantle residence. “You sure your parents aren’t home? I mean I can walk to the trailer…I know they aren’t southsides biggest fans”

“Y/N I told you before I don’t care if they see me with you but no they are not home”

“I know you want to tell them but I can’t put you in that position.”

Reggie reached out his hand on your thigh. “I wish you would let me. I could take it. I just want to be able to show you off, bring you around for holidays, just I don’t get it Y/N/N.”

You placed your hand on his. “I mean you see how Pea acts, your parents will probably be a million times worse. Sweet Pea can get over his differences especially after dating Josie, but I don’t know about yours Reg and I can’t put you in harms way or you choosing me over family, and I can’t lose you.”

Reggie nodded squeezing your leg. “Alright baby, let’s go inside.”

You handed the keys over to Reggie, as you followed him inside. “Alright, I’ll grab some ice packs and you head up to my room okay?”

You nodded climbing up the stairs and heading into his room. You looked around before heading into his bathroom grabbing some of his wraps you had bought him after the first football injury you had witnessed.

“Babe?” Reggie called out as he walked into his room.

You walked out of the bathroom holding up the wrap. “Just grabbing some things….can you take your shirt off”

Reggie wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Don’t have to tell me twice to get out of my clothes.”

You let out a laugh as you watched Reggie set the ice packs down and pulling off his shirt.

“Okay Reg, sit on the bed. Let’s look at you.” Your eyes took in the dark purple forming on his ribs and the ones that littered his back. You gently traced the one on his ribs. “I wish you didn’t put yourself in harms way.” You mumbled.

“Oh what like I ask you not to, I guess we're both a little stubborn huh”

You grabbed the ice pack and gently placing it onto him.

Reggie let out a pained hiss. You grabbed the wrap. “Okay I have to do this tightly otherwise that bruise is only going to get uglier.” You informed him.

He gave a nod. You paused before you started. “Talk to me, it will take your mind off of the pain.”

Reggie chuckled. “How’d you get so good at this?”

“Well Sweet Pea has been apart of the Serpents now for since, well I was eight and a half, and he was ten. He came home from a job pretty beat up and I decided to learn how to take care of him. So I grabbed as many books as I could from the library and taught myself. I’m now the go to person for patching people up for the Serpents. I can’t tell you how much trouble Fangs and Pea have gotten into.” You slightly laughed. “Okay babe, I have to pull tight.” You informed him.

“Okay, do it.”

You pulled the wrap tightly tying the ends together so it would stay. Reggie hissed again but you were done. You stepped away picking up his shirt and handing it to him. Reggie threw it back onto the floor before grabbing you pulling you in between his legs.

“Cuddle with me?” He asked as his hands travelled up and down your sides.

You gave a nod going to move next to Reggie before he stilled as the sound of a door slamming travelled throughout the house.

Reggie got up his hands now gripping your waist tightly. “Get in the closet.”

You folded your arms across your chest. “I can protect myself Reggie. I am not hiding in a closet.”

“Baby I know you can protect yourself but right now I need you to get in the closet for me.” Your arms stayed folded as you glared. Reggies eyes darting between you and the door.

“I don’t have time for your stubborn ass and I know you are going to yell at me for this but fuck it” Reggie rushed out before his grip turned into picking you up and putting you over his shoulder. He sucked in a breath as he opened the closet door.

“Stay here. Please.” He pleaded in a tone you never heard before as he sat you in the closet and pushed the door closed, not realizing he left it open slightly.

You crouched down in his closet furious that he wouldn’t let you help him but breathing as soft as you could, your eyes closed as you heard the shouting begin to get closer and closer to Reggie’s room. Shouting was never good for you as it always took you back to the trailer. You remember your parents shouting and even Sweet Pea shouting at your mother as she walked out on the two of you after a year of your father being gone. Another face lost to the war. Sweet Pea always wore the dog tags but you would steal them from time to time. You could make out Reggie and his father through the crack that was left open.

“I went to your game Reginald” Reggies father explained.

Reggie stilled.

“Want to explain what a serpent girl is doing there cheering and worrying about you when you take a hit?”

“Dad I can expl-” Reggie began.

Reggies father held his hand up. “No need to. You got involved with a Serpent Slut, I get it temptations and all that but it needs to end and it needs to end now.”

Reggie was furious. “SHE IS NOT A SERPENT SLUT. I LOVE HER. I will not be ending anything with her. I don’t care if you like it or not.”

You tensed in the closet as the yelling got more aggressive sucking in a breath at Reggies confession. You heard a commotion and a grunt come from Reggie. You knew what happened and it killed you inside.

“You will Reginald. Don’t test me.”

You heard the door slam shut. You gave a few minutes before you pushed the closet door open. Your eyes landing on Reggie sitting on his bed. His head down.

“Reg.” You whispered out rushing to him. “I can’t believe you just told your dad about me, tell me you are okay please.”

Reggie looked up at you. Your eyes shut a few tears slipping out. You felt Reggies hands wipe them away. “I’m fine.”

You scoffed. “Your dad just hit you Reg. You are not fine.”

“It’s not the first time. I’ll heal.” Reggie said softly.

Your eyes snapped to his. The unshed tears still in your y/e/c eyes.

“What do you mean Reggie Mantle.”

“I’m fine Y/N just don’t worry about me.”

“Let me help you Reg. Please.”

Reggie shook his head no.

“Why don’t you protect yourself? Hit him back.” You whispered.

“It wouldn’t be right. I can’t do that. It would kill my mom” He answered honestly.

You nodded. “I get it. Can you let me help you please? Come stay with me for a few days.”

Reggie was silent.

“Please Reggie.” You pleaded.

“What about Sweet Pea?”

“I don’t give a fuck what he thinks. It’s my trailer too.” You responded quickly.

Reggie gave a small nod.

“Okay but we go through the window.”

“Wouldn’t be my first time” You sassed bringing a smirk to Reggies face. You smiled seeing him coming back into himself a bit.

You walked into the trailer first, Reggie following you in. Hoping Sweet Pea was still at the Wyrm.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Sweet Pea’s voice boomed from the kitchen.

You jumped tensing. Yelling at Reggies was one thing, but yelling in the trailer always put you on edge.

“I’m helping him” You replied trying to make your voice as steady as possible.

“What would a northsider need help with? Too much money problems? I don’t like him here Y/N”

You took a deep breath.

“I’m helping him with the same shit I went through Sweet Pea.” Your voice was laced with hurt.

Sweet Pea stilled. Reggies eyes went wide as they darted to you quickly.

“So if you could stop yelling that would be fucking great.” You glared at your older brother.

Sweet Peas shoulders dropped. He had tried to protect you but it only made things worse for you, before your mom walked out.

“Y/N/N, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I just-” Sweet Pea started.

“I didn’t either, but he is staying with me whether you like it or not Pea.”

Sweet Pea nodded as he watched you take Reggies hand leading him to your bedroom.

Reggie walked in first and you followed shutting the door and leaning against it. Reggie took in your room. Your walls littered with pictures of you and Sweet Pea as well as Jughead, Toni and Fangs. A framed picture of the two of you sat on your nightstand with a heart drawn into the white frame, my bulldog, my heart scrawled out in your handwriting.

Reggie turned to you. Your eyes closed. “Y/N, why did you never tell me?”

You opened your eyes using the back of your hand to wipe the tears. “I don’t know it happened a long time ago and well you didn’t exactly tell me either Reg.”

Reggie nodded. Getting on your bed leaning up against the wall as he patted the side next to him.

You sniffled as you walked over laying down next to him your head laying on his chest.

You sniffled quietly before you spoke. “Just please don’t go back. Stay here with me. You’ll be protected, you don’t even have to be a serpent. A serpents person is protected, even Sweet Pea would protect you feelings set aside, a-and you are my person Reggie. I- well, I love you too.”

Reggie brought his arm around you pulling you to him tightly.

“I wanted to tell you in a more romantic way” He confessed placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Your arm moved placing it across him as gently as you could. “We will have to replace that ice pack soon.” You mumbled into his chest.

“Y/N, I’m serious I had it all planned out for our date next week, and I’m sorry, so fucking sorry that I ever called you that, and I will hurt anyone that even dares to utter those words to you and to any serpent.”

You smiled against his chest. “I forgave you a long time ago for that Reg. It’s okay really, and I know it’s not how you wanted to tell me but it’s okay really Reggie.”

Reggie lifted your chin so you were looking into each others eyes. “I love you so fucking much”

You smiled as Reggie leaned down capturing your lips with his. You stayed like that eventually drifting off to sleep in Reggies arms.

Reggies POV

A soft knock came from Y/N’s door. “Come in.” I tried to speak as softly as I could.

I looked up locking eyes with Sweet Pea. He looked from Y/N to me.

“I-I uh I’m sorry for being such a dick lately. She’s just my little sister and I haven’t always been able to protect her but I’ll be damned if I don’t try.”

I nodded.

“Just don’t hurt her Mantle, and stay here as long as you need. I won’t give you any shit.” Sweet Pea rubbed the back of his neck. “And maybe join us at the Wyrm sometime? I know Fangs and Toni have missed that little shit.”

I looked down at Y/N sleeping in my arms. “I don’t plan on ever hurting her or letting her go, she’s the best thing to happen to me. I love your sister Sweet Pea and I’ll do everything in my power to protect her too, and yeah she’s been begging me to go I just didn’t want to step on your toes man.”

Sweet Pea nodded. “Well you are family now so you are welcome even if I was to not like it. I’ve been a real asshole so yeah I’ll let you two be.”

I nodded as Sweet Pea as he shut the door. Placing a kiss on the top of Y/N’s head again before drifting off to sleep myself.

#reggie mantle x reader #reggie x reader #reggie imagine #reggie mantle imagine #reggie x you #reggie x serpent!reader #reggie x sweet pea sister!reader #sweet pea x sister!reader #riverdale imagine #riverdale x reader #riverdale x you

[doctoraliceharvey]

I wish you would write a fix that shows Matthew taking care of Alice

here you go, nonnie!

AO3 | FF.NET

Just Like a Spark

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Alice Harvey did not get sick often, this was known.

Alice Harvey did not get sick often, and when she did, it came full tilt.

She woke that morning to a scratchy, sore throat, a runny nose, teary eyes, and shivering underneath her bed covers.

'Oh great.'

Somehow, Alice managed to pull herself out of bed and shuffled to the phone - pausing briefly to wait for her world to stop tilting on its axis. Blinking through the tears and slightly swollen eyelids, Alice carefully dialed the hospital. After explaining that she'd be out for the day, Alice hung up and dialed Jean's number - already dreading how much she'd hover the second she found out Alice was sick.

"Blake Residence, Superintendent Lawson speaking."

Oh… oh, this was going to be interesting.

Alice cleared her throat (ignoring the way her cheeks flushed at the sound of Matthew's voice, maybe she could blame it on whatever bug she caught) and coughed into her sleeve. "Matthew."

"Alice? Is everything alright?"

"I'm fine, it's just a little cold," she coughed again and again and again, until she finally caught her breath.

"That didn't sound like a little cold, Alice," Matthew spoke when she stopped.

"I'm the doctor," Alice squeaked out.

"You're also coughing up a lung."

"I'm fine, I'll just take today and recover. I was calling to let Jean know so she could pass on to you that you'll have to find a locum today for any cases."

He was silent for awhile and Alice wondered if they lost connection through the phone, but he finally sighed, "You should probably take more than a day, but thank you, Alice. If we get any new cases, I'll get a locum to step in."

"Thank you, Matthew."

"Feel better and take care of yourself, or I'll send Jean over to hover." His laughter rippled down the line when Alice made a noise halfway between a frustrated sigh and a whine.

"Deal." Alice twirled the phone cord around her fingers and looked down at her feet. "Stay safe out there, Matthew."

"I will."

Returning the phone to its cradle, Alice poured herself a glass of water and returned to her bedroom - fully intent on sleeping for the next twenty-four hours and not leaving her bed for any reason.

She'd muscle through it, just like she had in the past.

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Matthew stared at the phone in his hand, chewing on his inner cheek as he thought. Placing it down in the cradle, he drummed his fingers on the table.

"Who was that?" Jean asked as she entered the kitchen, tying her apron around her waist.

"Alice, she called to say she was taking the day."

"Oh? What for?"

"In her words 'just a little cold', but it sounded like she was coughing up a lung."

Jean frowned, "And you're worried about her."

He dragged a hand over his face, "...Yeah, I am. I just… I don't know what to do."

She smiled and directed him towards the stove, "Come on, I'll show you."

---

Matthew shifted on the front step to Alice's rented bungalow - armed with a basket of food Jean helped him make, medicine from Lucien's study, and a thermos of tea, he rang the doorbell and hoped Alice wouldn't be irritated too much.

It took awhile for Alice to answer the door and he had to bite down on the grin that threatened to spread across his face at her utterly confused look.

"Matthew?" she frowned, her eyes blinking blearily in the mid-morning sun. Matthew thought she looked adorable, wrapped up in her robe, her hair sleep-tousled, and the end of her nose pink.

"I brought food and medicine, figured you'd need it."

Alice sighed and gave him an irritated look, "I told you that I'd be fine." The severity of her statement crumbled when she coughed into her sleeve and she flushed at Matthew's raised eyebrows.

"Oh…" Alice huffed. "Oh, alright, come in. But don't get mad at me if you catch it!"

He followed Alice into her house, briefly hanging up his jacket and hat by the door, and limped into the kitchen. He pulled out the food and turned to Alice watching him in the doorway.

"Hungry at all?"

She shook her head, "Not really. I could go for a cuppa though."

Alice laughed when Matthew pulled out the thermos with a flourish.

"Would you like it in here, or…?"

"I really should lay down," she rasped, coughing into her robe sleeve again. "If you don't mind?"

"Not at all, go back to bed, I'll bring it to you." Matthew turned back to the cupboards, pulling down a mug for both of them when he felt Alice shuffle close. Lips, chapped and slightly too warm, pressed against his cheek and he looked down to see her lean her head against his shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked her quietly.

"I feel like I'm dying," she quipped, smiling when he laughed. "But other than that I'm fine. Don't you have work to do?"

Matthew pressed a kiss to her feverish forehead, frowning slightly at how hot her skin was. "I called in, took the day. Someone's gotta take care of our police surgeon."

"I wasn't aware a Superintendent's duties extended to playing nursemaid to a sick pathologist."

He grinned and pressed another kiss to her forehead, "They do when the particular pathologist is a cute one."

Alice laughed, her laughter dying in a coughing fit, but she stayed leaning against Matthew as he finished preparing their tea.

"I'm going to be a horrible patient, Matthew, but… thank you, for checking up on me and coming to look after me."

Pressing a mug into her hands, Matthew kissed her cheek, "You're welcome, sweetheart."

#alice harvey #matthew lawson #matthew x alice #the doctor blake mysteries #tdbm fanfic #writing of dee #matthew.alice #version 2 is shortly arriving if ff.net cooperates lmao #Anonymous

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Take A Chance

A Sam Wilson x Reader Request Fic

Based off this ask. Hope you like it, nonnie!

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader  |  Word Count: 1820 Warnings: None, complete fluff!

It had started out innocent enough. Sam Wilson had wandered into a tiny coffee shop set back from the main streets of New York with the intention of buying a coffee and a sweet bun while he checked out the shop across the street. It had been rumoured to be a front for guns run by Hydra, a small antique shop which had recently gone from being a mom and pop run place to one owned by a conglomerate.

What he hadn't expected to find was an angel standing behind the counter serving the best coffee he'd ever been fortunate enough to have passed his lips. (Y/N), with the glorious hair, beautiful eyes, and a smile which could light up the room.

Man, she was pretty.

By the end of the week, she'd known his name, his order, and had captured his heart. Even though they'd taken down the antique store, revealing who he really was, he'd continued to return to the coffee shop every day, just to watch her face light up.

Striding through the door, Sam smirked to see her standing behind the counter. “Hey, gorgeous.”

She looked up, smiled brightly, and made her way toward the coffee pot. “Sam! You keep coming back, I'm gonna owe you shares in my business.”

Leaning on the counter, he watched her work, all graceful hands, no wasted movement. The apron wrapped around her waist was purple over a pretty blue dress, while flat silver shoes protected her feet.

“I've got something new if you'd like to try it?”

“Always,” he grinned, taking the cup from her, fingers brushing, sending a spark up his arm.

Her smile turned shy, lashes fluttering when she cast her eyes downward. “I saw this recipe on the Food Network and… it made me think of you.”

From beneath the counter, out of the glass case, she pulled a single cupcake topped with white cream. When she turned the plate, Sam burst out laughing for out of the side was a round piece of pretzel, turning the decadent treat into a faux cup.

“They're cappuccino cupcakes, cause you seem to like sweets and I know you love coffee.”

He smiled widely, ran a finger through the whipped cream and popped it in his mouth. “Mmm, that's some excellent sugar.”

She laughed, the sound deep and husky.

It set his heart pounding.

“Sweet talker.” She made to say more, but the bell over the door jangled. “Excuse me, Sam.”

Disappointed to lose her attention, Sam smiled anyway and reached for his wallet.

“No, no! You're playing guinea pig, this one's on me.”

“You don't have to do that,” he protested, but she only patted his hand, nudging the plate his direction. “I insist. But that means you owe me a critique of my cupcake when you're done.”

“Done.” He gave her a wink, collected his treat, and sauntered toward the open doors of her little outdoor dining area. It was only a couple of tables and chairs, but as he'd spent a week out there playing spy, it had become a habit.

Maybe when he went back in, he'd grow a pair and finally ask her out.

***

Sighing, you nodded to your current customer and smiled when Marcella, an Italian beauty of sixteen, skipped in the door. “You are so late!”

“And yet you still won't fire me,” she called back, dashing into the back room.

“But I will make you clean the coffee machine,” you said when she rushed back in, tying her apron around her waist.

“Awww, (Y/N),” she whined as you bagged the current customer’s order, took his money, and handed him his coffee. “Have a nice day.” You waved him out before turning on Marcella. “So? How’d it go?”

“I got in!” She grabbed your hands and jumped up and down.

“Oh! I’m so happy for you!” Tugging hard, you brought her in for as tight a hug as you could give. “You’re going to be such a beautiful dancer!”

“I never even would have tried without your help.” Tears welling, Marcella hugged you back, her mane of dark curls tickling your hands. “I can’t believe it. Juilliard!”

Pulling back, you cupped her cheeks. “I told you. Anything you want, you need only work hard for it and take a chance. A blind man could see your talent.”

“Thank you, for everything you’ve done to help me.”

“When you have your first show, my up and coming ballerina, I want front row seats!”

Giggling, she nodded vigorously. Pulling back, she glanced over your shoulder, her smile turning devious. “And what about you? Are you finally going to go after what you want? Take a chance?”

“Oh, stop!” You swatted at her. “He’s just a customer.”

“The coffee is good, (Y/N) but no man comes in every day just for coffee and a sweet bun. Besides, I’ve seen him flirt with you.”

“You have not!” Rolling your eyes, you wagged a finger her direction. “Way you go, miss thing. You’ve got better things to do than stand around pestering me. Go on. You haven’t quit yet.”

She bounced off, feet skipping, happiness in every step.

It lightened your heart, even as it weighed it down. Once Marcella went to Juilliard, you would lose her as an employee, but she was chasing her dream, just as you had chased yours to have your small but wonderful store, The Perfect Cup.

Glancing toward the door, you watched as Sam pulled a worn pocketbook from inside his coat and sipped his coffee. The cake, like always, would sit for a few minutes as if he were savouring the anticipation of eating his dessert. Once he did dive in, he would alternate bites with sips of coffee in a methodical, precise way.

It was kind of… adorable.

Damn… Sighing, you moved beyond the counter to collect empty cups and plates left upon the tables. Maybe Marcella was right, maybe you needed to stop fooling yourself. It had been weeks since Sam had started coming in, and every time he did, your heart just jumped in your chest.

The man was seriously gorgeous with his perfect skin and sexy eyes. He was also charming as heck, sweet, and yes, you did know he was flirting with you, but it never escalated beyond that.

Maybe he was just flirty. Some guys were like that. Honing and practicing their skills on any receptive female, but, even as you thought it, you discarded it. Sam wasn’t like that. He truly was a nice guy.

Lost in your thoughts, you scrubbed down the tabletop with more vigour than needed and a lot longer than necessary. 

“You’re going to rub the grain right out of the wood you press any harder.”

Jolting, you looked up to see Sam, plate and cup in hand, grinning at you. “Stubborn mark,” you murmured.

“Is that the reason for the frown on your face, too?”

You shrugged. “I suppose.”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing.” Placing his dishes in the tub you’d been using to collect the others, he took your hand between both of his, setting your heart pounding. “What’s really the matter?”

“Marcella got into Juilliard,” you said, grasping for the first excuse you could find.

“That’s good, isn’t it?”

Why did he have to eyes like sparkling pools of star-speckled sky? They were far too captivating for your own good. “Yes,” you whispered. “But I’ll miss her.”

“I’m sure she’ll be back to visit. You really care about her, huh?”

Looking away, you nodded. “I’ve known her most of her life. Her mother is a good friend. She’s like my own blood.”

“Family comes in all shapes and sizes,” he agreed. “Heck, look at mine. Half aren’t even human,” he chuckled.

That caused a snicker to escape your chest. “It’s easy to forget that you’re one of them, an Avenger when you’re here on the ground with the rest of us mortals.”

Laughing, he nodded. “Yeah, not many of us pass for ‘normal’ anymore. Oh, well. They’re still family.” He squeezed your fingers before letting go. “I… uh...” He scrubbed his palms over his thighs. “Really liked your new dessert. Seems like something to put on the list. Bet it would be a hit.”

“Oh, good,” you smiled tightly, the sudden awkwardness making you uncomfortable.

“Yeah, so… see ya around.” With that he bolted out the door, leaving you standing before your overly clean table, utterly befuddled.

Had you done something? Said something to send him scurrying out the door?

Grabbing the plastic bucket, you turned to go back to the kitchen, only to stop. Sam was standing a few steps beyond your front door, seemingly berating himself, before he turned smartly on his heel and marched back inside. The look in his eyes was one of determination and snapped your spine straight.

“Sam? Did you forget something?”

“Yeah.” He took the dishes from you, setting them aside. Gently, he cupped your face, tilting your chin up. “This.”

The shock of his lips meeting yours lasted only seconds before you were responding, tilting your head to make things easier, Your hands fluttered, landing on his waist, the contact jerking his head up.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have presumed… I should have asked…”

“You should shut up and kiss me again!” Grabbing him by the shirt, you tugged him down.

“Yes, ma’am,” he quipped, doing exactly as you asked.

When you finally had to pull away to breathe, you both whispered, wow at roughly the same time.

“Should’a done that days ago,” he sighed, still holding your face.

“Weeks,” you sighed.

“So… I was wondering…” he swallowed thickly.

“Oi!” Marcella grumbled from behind the counter. “For someone who’s an Avenger, doing the daring do on a regular basis, you suck at asking out a girl.”

“Hey!” he barked, glaring at her snickering form as she danced away. “You sure you’re going to miss the little hellion when she’s gone?”

“Depends?” you smiled.

“On what?”

“If you’re ever going to ask me out?”

Chuckling, he was very suave when he brought your knuckles to his lips and kissed them gently. “Would you do me the honour of a date, (Y/N)?”

“I thought you’d never ask, Sam.”

Breaking into a full laugh, he laid a smacking kiss on your cheek. “I got a text from Steve on my way out the door. He told me to stop messing around, and take a chance.”

“I owe Steve so many cookies.”

“He likes coffee cake.”

Grinning, you nodded. “Coffee cake it is.” The Captain was getting the biggest one you could bake, all to himself.

***

Across the street, Steve smiled as he tucked his phone back in his pocket, pulled his cap down a little farther, and jogged away.

-The End-

#take a chance #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson fanfiction #Avengers #avengers au #avengers fanfiction #fanfiction #request fic #ask

[hollyethecurious]

Hi there! I wanted to tell you that I LOVE DHCTS! It's my current favorite of the fics I'm following. I have a question though. I know you are collaborating/co-writing it. How does that work? Do you trade of writing chapters? Do one of you write all of Killian's stuff and the other does Emma's? It reads so seamlessly. I never feel like I notice a change in the flow, like "of we definitely switched writers here." I'd love to hear about your process. I'm sending this to the other author, too. TY!

Thank you SO much, Nonnie! I’m so thrilled thatyou’re enjoying Dark Hook Comes toStorybrooke! Laura (@winterbaby89)and I are really wanting to gouge our eyes out at times enjoying theprocess of writing it.

Which leads me to your main point of the Ask: Ourprocess

(You know. It’s funny. I had a friend ask methis same question recently… hmmm. *side-eyeing said friend*)

We don’t trade off chapters. We both have a handin crafting each one.

When we first started the project, we sat downand did a rewatch of Season 1A episodes. We made notes about things we’d liketo keep, things we didn’t need to feature, ways to incorporate Killian into thestorylines, stuff like that. Then we’d spend hours upon hours upon hourstime talking through all the points and coming to a consensus of how we wantedeach scene to play out.

Side note: Laura learned early on (if shedidn’t know it already) why my handle in hollyethecurious. I. Ask. So.Many. Stinkin’. Questions! I can’t tell you how many times we’ve found ourselvesdown a rabbit hole, or saying something like, “We are never going to have toaddress that in the fic, but damn it! Now that the question is out there, Ineed for us to come up with an answer!”

We did have an early (like before any actualwords were written) conversation about whether or not we wanted to writefrom one specific POV each (I like writing from Killian’s head space more,and Laura gets into Emma’s head really well), but we were afraid it wouldend up turning into something like you described, where you could clearly seewhere one author stopped and the other started. We wanted it to flow morenaturally.

With the first few chapters we expressedany interest one of us might have on any particular scene and let that persongo with it. I’d say most of the time that’s how the process works. One of uswill write a scene and the other will come along later and make suggestededits. Basically beta’ing the other’s work.

Sometimes one of us will sprint write a streamof dialogue, and the other will come along behind, filling in all the subtext.

I have to give major props to our beta @ilovemesomekillianjones. She goes over all of it after we’ve cobbled / Frankensteined/ pulled it out of our muses kicking and screaming carefully andthoughtfully pieced each chapter together and makes sure it reads cohesively.Working with one author writing a story can be challenging enough at times fora beta. Our kick-ass girl has to deal with both of our difficult asses!

Laura and I have been really fortunate in thatwe’ve seen eye-to-eye on most decisions we’ve made thus far. That’s not to saythat we haven’t both had to make compromises or concessions with our writing,but we both had a clear idea of how we wanted this story to go before we evenstarted it. Having that common goal/endpoint in mind makes the discussions flowso much easier than they might otherwise. We also have a terrific mommacheerleader in @kmomof4 who helps us keep it all in the realm of fun.

Thank you so much for this Ask, Nonnie! Pleasefeel free to drop in again if there’s anything I didn’t answer to yoursatisfaction, or if my answer brought up more questions (I know all aboutthe constant questioning of everything…).

Also, thank you @winterbaby89 for going on thecrazy amazing journey with me. I have had so much fun doing this with you. I’velaughed so much, and love our crazy tangents. I’m so looking forward to gettingto these next few chapters with you (we try fail and write about 6 to 7chapters ahead of what’s posted. So we’re currently writing chapters 17 &18.), and though it’ll be bitter sweet, I can’t wait to share the joy andsense of pride we’ll have in finishing it because I’m never doing this again!

Dark Hook Comes toStorybrooke - Season 1 Canon Divergence: Moments before the Evil Queen’s DarkCurse whisks our beloved fairytale characters to Storybrooke, Captain Hookfinally gets his revenge on the Crocodile. Twenty-eight years later, KillianJones awakes in Storybrooke expecting just another ordinary day, that is untila number of abnormal occurrences disrupts his otherwise scheduled life. Thegreatest of which is a new face in town. A young woman by the name of Emma.Emma. What a lovely name…

Sneak Peeks post on Thursdays with the full chapters on Sundays.Available on ao3 and my fics page.

#anonymous ask #dark hook comes to storybrooke #lovely readers #winterbaby89

[twdmusicboxmystery]

ABCD Theory

This is kinda small potatoes, only because it’s only about half way formed. I’ve talked about this briefly before, but thought about it more since re-watching 5x01, and the talked about it with some of my FB peeps.

We’ve seen lots of As on the show. They showed up at Terminus, at FG’s church, and at Alexandria. More recently we saw one on Daryl’s shirt when they held him prisoner at the Sanctuary.

We’ve seen other letters too. We saw A, B, C, D at Terminus. And we saw them even earlier in the cell blocks at the prison. Let’s look at specific instances:

We know TF lived in C block to begin with. It’s the block they first moved into in S3. 

In S4, when the prison had become a thriving community, we’re told D has been occupied. We know because when they need some place to send those who are sick with the virus, the only block available is A, which was death row. (A clue to what the As represent. I’ll return to it.)

The thing is, B isn’t actually mentioned that I’m aware of. (Please correct me if I’m wrong.) We know TF is in C. Block D is where Karen and Patrick slept. Patrick turned in 4x02 and attacked cell block D. And then they moved those infected with the virus into block A. We’re made to assume block B was occupied, but I’ve never seen it actually heard or mentioned.

Then we have Terminus. This is what I noticed when doing my most recent re-watch. At the trough in 5x01, Gareth says they have four from car A (Rick, Daryl, Bob, Glenn) and four from car D (this includes Sam from 4a; we don’t know the others). A and D are both represented. 

Later, when Glenn lets Crazy Tattoo Guy out of the car he’s in, I noticed this:

This guy was in car C. Once again, maybe I’m missing something, and if I am, let me know, but I watched the key parts of 5x01 several times, and I never see any B in background to indicate which car is car B.

In both cases, the Bs seem to be missing.

Since then, we’ve mostly seen As. Gareth and the Termites put one on the side of FG’s church, which is really an extension of Terminus. Gareth’s way of telling TF they’re still the cattle and will still be eaten.

Then we see Sam (Jessie’s) putting As all over at Alexandria. People have speculated that symbolically the As might have foreshadowed Alexandria all along. I thought that had some merit, but then we saw the on the back of Daryl’s prisoner costume, so I think it’s gone beyond Alexandria now.

The other reference I’m aware of comes from Morgan and Eastman:

In 6x04, Eastman says, “A and B. A–you broke the garden fence, laid waste to a perfectly good tomato plant. You got to fix it. B–Follow me.” He takes him onto the porch and says, “I fixed your spear.” Then he hands Morgan the staff we still see him using in S5-7. Eastman teaches him to fight with it and it becomes part of him.

I remember reading theories, even back before S6 about the As. They suggested perhaps we should think of it like the A and B side of a cassette tape. We saw side A of the story in Beth’s apparent death and TF’s point of view of the story ever since. Side B will be seeing that Beth really didn’t die, and seeing her point of view of the story since Coda.

I think there’s definitely something to this theory. Clear back in 4b, when the Grady cops first took Beth from Daryl at the funeral home, we saw everything from his point of view. We saw him lead the walkers into the basement and then come back out. 

He only saw tail lights, so we only saw tail lights. I’ve always thought at some point they’d show us the episode from Beth’s point of view. I think we’ll see her go out the window, fight the walker she mentions to Gorman later, get hit by the squad car, and be put in the trunk.

My point is, they show us only one point of view at a time. There’s a precedent for it.

Now think of this. Think about the general concepts for Eastman’s A and B. A = something broken that needed to be fixed. B = giving Morgan a weapon and teaching him to use it. Morgan later uses the weapon to survive.

Do you see where I’m going with this? That could easily be applied to Beth and her arc.

In terms of TF, I think the As represent a time of trial which COULD lead to death. They must figure out how to survive it. In S4 with the virus, those in the A block were sick. It was a trial they had to survive. They very easily could have died, and some did. Those who didn’t came out stronger. They’re the survivors.

The same can be said of Terminus, FG’s church, and even Alexandria. There were dangerous times at Alexandria, such as when the wolves attacked (and the As were featured prominently in that episode). 

I also think it’s about learning to work together, accept the Alexandrians as part of the group, and learn to survive together as a community. It really took them all of 5b and most of S6 to do so. For the A on Daryl’s shirt at the Sanctuary, he had to survive his imprisonment emotionally and psychologically as well as physically.

You could argue that in each case, something is broken and needs fixing, as Eastman said. In 4a, they were physically ill. Their bodies were broken and needed healing. At Terminus, the group was still fractured physically. They hadn’t all come back together yet. Psychologically they were also still dealing with the aftermath of losing the prison and Hershel’s death.

Yeah, safe to say they were broken at Alexandria after Beth’s death. 

For Carol, it’s also Lizzie and Mica’s deaths that have broken her. And at the Sanctuary, Daryl is still broken because of Beth, but also because of Glenn’s death.

Morgan and Eastman gave us the definition of what the As represent, as well as what B will…be. It’s harder to pin that down because we have yet to actually see the B.

For C, remember TF lived in cell block C. And then when Crazy Tattoo Guy came out of car C, he said, “We’re the same.” I think C represents TF, but I still don’t understand the significance of Crazy Tattoo Guy. Maybe to show TF could become him under the right circumstances, or by making bad decisions? Maybe it was just an all too obvious way of saying that C = TF, bc this guy was in C and says, “We’re the same.” Or maybe it’s something we haven’t seen fulfilled yet.

For D, remember what I said about the trough at Terminus. There were four from D and they all died, while or 4 guys from TF survived. The same pattern held in 4a. The original TF members were all still in cell block C. D was full of secondary characters who came afterward: Karen, Patrick, Lizzie and Mica and their dad, etc. All those characters are now dead. I think D represents weak or more minor characters. Walker fodder, in other words.

In both S4 and S5, the Bs are conspicuously absent. Especially at Terminus, what or who else is conspicuously absent? Beth. Ty and Judith never actually entered Terminus, but they were there, and reunited with the rest of the group outside it. Beth was nowhere near it.

I do think the B represents Beth and her arc. They’re absent or missing. They’re unseen and unmentioned. And, as per Eastman, they represent the weapon that will help TF survive.

Okay, two other extremely nerdy and reachy observations.

1. You guys are gonna laugh at me for this. It comes from a personal experience and when I thought it, it made me smile. My older sister Erica once went through alphabet flashcards with my younger sister, Heidi. Heidi was only three and getting ready to start preschool. Erica wanted to see if she knew any of her alphabet yet. I watched. When Erica held up the flashcard with a capital B on it, guess what Heidi thought it was? Sunglasses! I couldn’t help but think, B = Sunglasses. And, you know:

Okay, all joking aside. The other one is probably kind of obvious.

B = Beth because her name starts with….B!

Update:

A wonderful Nonny pointed one other important B out to me. On Jessie’s fridge at Alexandria are several representations of Beth. Details HERE. 

One of them is what appears to be a blond superhero with a B on the shirt. Yeah, B totally = Beth. ;D

Okay, that’s it for today. Anyone have any insights on the ABCD theme?

#td #beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance

[mischiefandi]

Random curious anon here! How are you, like really? What are three little things in your life that bring you happiness? Your dream travel destinations (post corona)? A language you would like to learn/are learning? Favourite tropes? Favourite artist/band? Books or movies? Night in or a night out? Introvert or extrovert? 🌻Hope your day/night is amazing! And Sorry if this is out of the blue I just saw the post you reblogged about random anons, you do have followers who love you and your blog🌻

hi nonnie!! this is so sweet! im doing well honestly! im a bit nervous about starting uni but im mostly just really excited cus im turning 18 in 2 days which is insane!!

3 things that make me happy: my family, my friends, and singing disney classics aha

dream destination: i really really wanna go back to japan, i also wanna go to peru or maybe brazil! and i’ve been dreaming of going to norway and iceland for a really long time

a language i wanna learn: spanish, i only know a few words, i’d love to speak german and italian too, and i need to get better at dutch lol, i understand all of it but im shite at speaking i

favourite tropes: best friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, slow burns, also like soulmate aus and all that jazz :)

favourite bands are: cage the elephant, foo fighters, arctic monkeys, and peach pit

favourite singers are: conan gray, billie eilish and declan mckenna, i think lol

books or movies: i used to love books as a kid and now im too impatient so i dont really enjoy reading books anymore, i love movies so muchhh

night in or night out: idk what i like more between nights in out nights out. im a party animal but i dont like clubbing, and im a couch potato but i love hanging out w my friends and doing crazy shit haha

introvert or extrovert: im pretty sure im an introvert with extrovert tendencies. im very friendly and energetic and i love making people laugh, im loud and chaotic lol but only with the people i know well. if i dont know you, i’ll try to be friendly but im scared shitless. i also know im pretty antisocial when im down, which is often lol

ty for taking the time to send in this ask! im really sorry lol i didnt mean to complain!! but i really do appreciate this ask, ty love, you made me smile a lot today🌸🌸i hope you have an amazing day/night too

#v rambles #v answers #anon #ty nonnie #sorry for complaining lol #ily all!! #and this made my day #hope you’re happy and healthy boo #will add the read more thingie when im #not on mobile #im sorry if this pops up on yalls dashboards