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Fiorano ‘22 // Their selfie game >>>
#they’re so special to me#Carlos looks like he accidentally switched to the front-facing camera and took his own photo#Charles looks like a cute worm#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#charlos#Fiorano ‘22#2022
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𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲’𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜
ʚ charles leclerc x female reader
ʚ nothing is more special than watching your baby boy take his first steps…and of course watching your husband get emotional that his little one is growing up…
ʚ no warnings, very soft and fluffy
ʚ i really wanted to write a dad!charles so here we are even if i still feel iffy about my writing lol, i hope you guys enjoy it! requests are still open for little blurb ideas, fics, smau’s etc<3
For parents there was never a greater joy than watching their child grow, learn and get more and more curious as they became older. For little Théo Leclerc who had just turned 9 months, he was proficient at crawling and getting into anything and everything, you blamed his father’s drive and determination on that. He was as curious as babies come, intrigued in anything his mother and father were doing, he loved playing with coloured blocks, reading bedtime stories with his parents at night, he was the definition of a blessing to both you and Charles.
“good morning chérie, smells delicious down here”
You smiled turning to press a gentle kiss to Charles’s cheek, a soft smile on your face
“morning my love, thought i’d make some pancakes, Théo has been loving them”
“his mother is an amazing cook can you blame him? where is he anyway, it’s too quiet…”
You laughed pointing over to the little area you had set up on your living room, toys and books spilled across the hardwood floor
“he has been quite busy this morning, haven’t you petit prince?”
Cooing slightly at the mini Charles in the corner he giggled looking at you, upon noticing his father he began to wiggle on the floor, slowly making his way over on his hands and knees
“es-tu impatient de me voir bébé!?”
Théo squealed happily, finally making it to Charles who was quick to pick up the happy baby, who’s hands rested on his father’s face
“Look at that happy face! He’s so cute it makes me want to cry…are you so happy to see papa?”
You laughed seeing the smile on his face as he wiggled around in Charles’s arms, coming over to press kisses across his face only intensifying it
“You are going to squirm right onto the floor if you keep doing that”
Théo only giggled, his hands grabbing at the now cooking pancakes that rested on his plate
“Papa will put you in your chair and you can have some breakfast okay my love?”
“Can’t have you hungry can we little worm”
Snorting out a laugh you turned to him
“Little worm?”
“Have you seen him when he does that wiggle? You should hold him when he does it, he’s like a worm”
Shaking your head you couldn’t help but realize that was probably a good nickname for your son, when he got excited there was no stopping that wiggle.
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Théo was quick to finish his breakfast, never leaving anything behind on his plate, so while you cleaned up, you set him down gently on the floor, though he never really stayed in one place, so as your back was turned he had made it over to his dad who was sitting in the living room, cleaning up the mess baby tornado had left behind. Upon reaching the couch, Théo had grabbed onto the couch to stand up, gripping onto the fabric he got to his feet, letting out a squeal, instantly catching the attention of Charles.
“What are you up too bébé, sois prudent…”
On instinct he moved a bit closer before pausing when Théo began to take steps towards him
“Chérie, regarde ça! Théo marche!”
Quickly turning to look towards the living room you grabbed your phone, immediately walking over to film your baby boy, tears in your eyes as you smiled
“Bravo petit prince! Tu vas si bien!”
Théo giggled walking a few more steps before collapsing into his fathers chest
“He-He walked! Char…he-I can’t believe he walked!”
Joining your boys on the floor you couldn’t help but notice the little tears that rested on your husbands cheeks as well, taking your thumb and gently wiping them off his skin
“I can’t believe it…he-he walked right to me, please tell me you got that”
Nodding you showed him the video once again on your phone, getting to experience the moment all over again, Charles hugging Théo closer
“You’re growing up too fast…can’t believe you’re walking”
“Aw baby, he’s still little…don’t worry”
You kissed his cheek gently, a hand rubbing Théo’s back softly
“Tu seras toujours le petit prince de papa, n'est-ce pas?”
He giggled wiggling around a little bit for Charles to put him back down, watching as he began to crawl around once again
“I’m going to miss him as a baby…”
“I know you will, but we still have some time…besides, who said we have to stop at one?”
Hearing your words Charles looked at you, a slight twinkle in his eyes
“Je suppose que nous avons du travail à faire…”
You smiled shaking your head before pressing a firm kiss to his lips, only pulling away when Théo began to walk once again, only this time heading away from you both
“Well here we go…”
Laughter filled the room as you and Charles took after your now very quick baby boy, what you thought was fast at a crawl, seemed to be lightning speed now that he was on his feet.
You wouldn’t change anything for the world, you’re family was perfect, and you couldn’t be happier…even if your little one was growing up too fast…
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Would you love me if I were a worm? Featuring ikemen vampire cast. (With gender neutral reader)
(a/n: when you have too much free time and need your hands to be occupied. Some random bullshit begins to form on your notes)
Napoleon
He finds it funny, why would you turn into a worm?
After seeing your frown tho, he says ok ok yes I will love you
Mozart
Makes a disgusted face and turns you down
First of all, you won't turn into a worm. So why should he answer?
"if people can turn into vampires, why can't I turn into a worm?"
He kicks you out of his piano room
Dude has some thoughts to organise
Leonardo
Laughs at you and says, "what will you do if I say no?"
Pretends to forget about it but after some hours, he comes back to you
"no matter how and what you are or will turn into, I'll still love you"
Arthur
"is this some sort of trick question? Well the answer is obviously yes, my love!"
Vincent
Thinks deeply about it and smiles at you
"of course, I'll still love you. I think you'd make a cute worm too."
Theodorus
Scoffs at you and calls you an idiot
Why would you turn into a worm?
And by chance, you DID turn into one, how was he going to take care of you? There's so many worms out there in the world. What if you get lost and he gets some random worm instead and you, are lost and out in the cold, ready to be squashed by big feet.
Dazai
Uno reverses you instead
Now you're trapped
Would you love him if he was a worm?
Gets sad if you don't answer quickly enough
Sebastian
"I am not doing this right now. If you're free, wash those potatoes instead. I'm already busy as it is"
Stays silent for a while and then sighs
"no matter what, I'd love you always and forever"
Comte
Chuckles a bit at the thought and immediately replies yes
He'd give you a good environment to live in. Some really nutritious soil and compost. Maybe a tiny rock for you to play with
"Comte, you just need to say yes... No need to.... Elaborate on what else you'd do"
"Alright. Well, would you love me if I were a worm?"
Shakespeare
Is fascinated that you even came up with such a question
His answer is yes
But at the same time, he's coming up with scripts that include a dramatic romance between worms. For his own pleasure
Vlad
Says yes immediately.
Thinks you'd look like a cute worm
Maybe he'd put roses next to your habitat or in it.
Charles
"of course! In fact, we can both be worms together! We'll be a happy worm couple"
He's actually taking the idea too seriously and goes ahead making worm habitats and gets a book on "how to raise a worm"
Faust
"I'm not sure. Though I suppose researching on a worm wouldn't be that bad"
Seeing you look unimpressed, he just chuckles while patting your head
"I'm only joking. Of course I'd love you"
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We are thanking @aquagirl1978 for this.
At the Bronx zoo, they are letting you name a cockroach after someone and you get a little certificate for doing so.
So let's imagine MC doing this for the guys. She prints out the little certificate and gives it to them all cute like.
Napoleon
"You...did what?" Looking at the certificate wondering if he's reading it wrong.
"I named a cockroach after you"
He just looks at you. Very confused. Not sure if it's meant to be endearing or semi threatening.
"...You still love me, right?"
"of course!"
Mozart
"....."
"Do you like it~"
"That..is.. DISGUSTING!"
You laugh as he throws a small tantrum.
"COCKROACHES ARE DISGUSTING. WHY WOULD YOU NAME ONE AFTER ME?"
"Because cockroaches are forever like our love~"
"....."
"I got the matching socks too"
"get those away from me"
Leonardo
"..a cockroach?"
"a hissing cockroach!"
Leonardo is just looking at the certificate. "I've been called worse things" shrugs and hangs it up in his wall
Vincent
"aww. Thanks" he smiles at it and you even got him the cockroach plushie to go with it. You knew he would like it. He's going to go paint the two of you as cockroaches now, and going on a date
Theo
Mildly offended. "Why a cockroach?"
"Why not. It hisses and so do you. It seems fitting"
Still offended and is convinced you could have chosen a different animal/insect but decided on the cockroach for who knows what reason
Arthur
You know he goes all out for Valentine's Day as it is. So when you just hand him the certificate he's a little confused.
"I named a cockroach after you!"
"..is...is that a normal thing in your country?"
"nope!"
He's wondering if this is a warning.
"I got us matching roach socks too!"
Isaac
Boy probably shrieked a little when seeing a cockroach on the paper. "WHY???"
"I thought it was cute"
"WHATS CUTE ABOUT A COCKROACH?"
"They hiss!"
He screams again. But then you made him sit through the virtual encounter and he screams a little when it hisses
Jean
Handles it better than you expected honestly. For a split second you thought he would be confused "so this is how people celebrate Valentine's Day? They name bugs after each other"
"not exactly. I thought it would be a funny gift."
You got him the plush and he's holding it like a baby and he carries it around all day and tells people it's name is also Jean
Dazai
"Aww. I got you the same thing"
You were SHOOK
Dazai also handed you a certificate. Needless to say he enjoyed being named after a cockroach. You're the one a little upset by it
Shakespeare
He's telling you about how he is taking you to this nice restaurant. He even got you a new dress to go out in. And then you hand him a box with the certificate and the plush inside.
"a... cockroach? You named a cockroach after me.."
He's wondering if he's done anything wrong and you did this because you're mad at him.
Comte
He has no clue how to react. He bought you fancy chocolates and nice wine. Probably a new gold necklace. And he got matching roach socks and a certificate. He's probably a little concerned on how you were able to do this and why you wanted to. But he's putting on the socks right now
Sebastian
Probably sees the humor in it and thinks it's funny. He's oddly excited about the virtual encounter. Meanwhile he probably found a site where you can name a worm after your loved one because of the meme "would you still love me if I was a worm"
Vlad
He thought you would pick something more elegant than a cockroach. Maybe something fluffy. Not a cockroach.
"Roaches are forever, like our love, and you"
Vlad now thinking roaches are immortal and is curious about them. This isn't what you planned. But he is very touched by this
Faust
"....you got me a cockroach?"
"no..I named one after you"
"why would you-" so very confused. He definitely hangs it up in his lab. It keeps his ego down tbh. You start calling him your little cockroach since he calls you a guinea pig
Charles
Slightly disturbed at first but is definitely here for the matching socks.
"didn't have to be a cockroach? I think I'm cuter than a cockroach"
"you're the cutest cockroach"
But then you watch the virtual encounter and he screams a little when it hisses. He wasn't expecting that
Drake
"aww you got me a gift?" Sees the certificate. "...a roach."
"because our love will never die~"
This is his first Valentine's with you and you named him after a roach.
"Is this a modern thing people do?"
"not really. Just a funny thing"
He's thinking you are trying to offend him but he's actually enthusiastic about it
Galileo
Didn't even want to do anything for Valentine's but you hand him an envelope and he sees the certificate and he gets very confused.
"happy valentine's day~"
"... I think I'm a little above a roach"
"you both seem to hiss when touched so I see no difference"
That shot his ego down
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Let me add some unsolicited opinion to the who Lestappen breaking containment issue. I’m imagining a scenario where these feelings are real for either of them. It’s one thing for your close friends to make fun of you and tease you you’d be cute together and another for fans pushing the agenda to spaces where you often feel safe. You are now being perceived to be a certain way, in a sport where being “masculine” and presenting as a “man” means everything. Not to mention you are in a relationship. I mean yeah with the teams posting it and F1 joining in the guys can argue “oh this is just to show sworn rivals can have a cute friendship where everyone gets along and roots for each other but still fight it out respectfully on track” whereas when fans on mainstream media start picking it up and mentioning how “it’d be cute to watch you two kiss” or “do you have feelings for Max, Charles. Why do you look at him like that” I mean that’s enough to freak any average human being out and make them shut down, completely. See how easily Charles shut down after the Ferrari melodrama in the last few races. That’s his team, a team he has dreamed of being a part of since he got inside a kart and you think he and Max won’t stop interacting because of this serious issue that could threaten his very dream his very livelihood his WHOLE LIFE?? Guys (gn) let’s be empathetic, let us draw boundaries. It’s one thing for them to know that their friendship is cute and lovely, it’s another to make them feel vulnerable. We don’t know how they feel about each other at all so let’s not open a can of worms that could go a thousand times wrong and destroy people’s lives. Whatever it is, trust me, we will find it in due time, naturally. We should just all enjoy the content and leave our theories on Tumblr and Ao3. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk 💙♥️
I absolutely agree with this as well, anon.
The golden rule of any fandom is to keep fandom contained to fandom. And some fans, especially certain younger ones, are either completely unaware of this or simply don’t care because they don’t understand why it’s so important. And I sure as hell don’t want any of them to learn the hard way.
Just, separate fandom from the people the fandom is based around. It’s really not that fucking hard.
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omg omg hear me out. how would epilogue!john+abigail react to jack having a stupid teenage crush on reader?? LIKE JUST- dumb teenage first-crush pining type shit it would be so cute
For this I’m imagining reader was like, a member of the gang who drops in on the Marstons. Of course, Jack can barely remember her at all, but he knows his parents have lots and lots of contacts from the old days, so he can’t remember everyone.
So after many years you come back around to stay for a few days. And Jack is getting to that age where he’s kinda starting to realize he likes getting attention from girls— but it also embarrasses the hell out of him
He can barely go into the general store when the owner’s daughter is sitting by the counter or minding the place while her dad is out, but John makes him run the grocery errands anyways, telling him to grow up.
As you might expect, John Marston is terrible at teaching his son how to handle his emerging feelings, and he avoids it for damned near as long as possible, until Abigail is physically dragging him by the ear into Jack’s room and closing the door behind her for the them to have “the talk.”
But before that happens, you visit the ranch at Beecher’s Hope. And he’d barely noticed the girls his age in town but you….. you were a woman. And you knew how to shoot, and you had curls in your hair, and you even read books about knights like he did…. And before he knows it, whenever his parents get a letter saying to expect you to drop in, he pulls out all the stops.
He cleans his room, cleans himself— he even saves up to by his first time of pomade. He probably steals some of his dad’s shaving tonics— the real heavy scented stuff Abigail buys him for anniversaries but he never opens. He might even use some of his leftover change to buy you a candy assortment. He doesn’t even realize why he’s doing it all, why he looks forward to you visiting so much. After all, he never buys candy or combs his hair for Aunt Sadie or Uncle Charles.
Abigail thinks it’s the cutest thing. If they’d had home photography….. you bed she’d be documenting all of it and putting it in an album that he’d be begging her to burn when he got older.
For John, it’s like a smack in the face. His son is getting so grown up so fast…. And he cleans up better at 13 than John did at 25. Or even now, for that matter. I’m fact, it makes him feel sorry for all the time he did miss when Jack was growing up. It makes him see much more clearly how each precious moment passes so quickly…. This isn’t the same kid who dug up worms for his Uncle Hosea’s fishing trips and tried to get Uncle (as in… the Uncle) to eat one. And he almost succeeded, by the way.
I imagine you take the candy from Jack gratefully, but give his parents a knowing sort of smile. You tell him how handsome he looks with his hair all nicely groomed, and how you think you can see some hair growing on his upper lip…. It’s a great exaggeration, but he’s ecstatic about it.
In a few years time, his parents (But mostly Uncle) will tease him ruthlessly for how he pined for you so badly in his younger days, and he’ll bluster and asks them to stop, but he really doesn’t mind too much. Because he’s wise beyond his years in some ways, and he catches on quickly that they’ll always cherish the disappearing days that are his boyhood. His first crush on you really marked the day that they had to start saying goodbye to their baby boy, who was growing up as fast as he could— which was much to fast for their liking.
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Just discovered the song Your Stupid Face by Karen Mackay and it is soooooo incredibly Piarles coded oh my days (especially the song from Charles’ point of view) and now I’m obsessed. Basically my thinking atm is a meet ugly where non racer Charles is just pissed off at F1 racer Pierre for some reason (I’m not creative enough to think of the reason 😅 Pierre’s rude or overly cocky when Charles has had a bad day and it tips him over the edge?) but he’s in also in denial about the fact that he finds Pierre really quite attractive (‘I hate your stupid face’) but EVENTUALLY he gives in and excepts he ‘loves (his) stupid face’. Of course Pierre’s liked this cute guy that got mad at him and looked even cuter the whole time and just liked to antagonise and tease him. And I know you said you didn’t want angst but I promise it’s only a little! Maybe Pierre has to go back to racing and Charles feels he messed up and they got in an argument and didn’t talk before Pierre left and Charles thinks P will just forget about him (‘the world denied me one last kiss’). Obvs Pierre doesn’t because he’s just as smitten as Charles and he comes back and that whole conversation type verse of the song happens (dialogue just based on what is said :)) and yayy Charles realises that his feelings are reciprocated and not he’s not stupid for falling for a famous guy :)
This got very long but the thought wormed it’s way into my brain and I had to share it, I hope you have a nice weekend!
oh my gosh!! 😍 well first of all, thank you SO much for sharing the brainworms, anon - this made me grin so much! and secondly: what a cute song, omg?? this is not my usual style of music at all, but i gave it a go and it's so quirky and cute and fun. i surprised myself by loving it 😂😍
and yes! i could definitely see it as piarles coded - the situation you described, DEFINITELY, or maybe even some sort of a high school au? jock pierre and music kid charles, or something of the like... genuinely, it would just be the most adorable little rom-com.
these lines especially struck me as VERY pierre-and-charles, lmao:
cute cute cute!! 🤣😍 thanks so much for sharing, dear anon, this made me smile SO much this fine tuesday morning <3333
#asks & answers#anon#darling piarles anons 🥰#this song is SO fun hahaha#not what i expected at all but i unexpectedly loved it!#so cheers and thank youuuu anon dearest#also omg this scenario you described...#i didn't gush about it properly in the body of my post because i've got baby piarles feels at the moment for some reason#and am craving a high school au 🤔#BUT. omg. the scenario you described!!#BRILLIANT. perfect. no notes#my heart is absolutely melting in fact#🥺🥺🥺❤️#LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!!#🦑🏎️ piarles
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JDA Asks: "STOP- STOP STOP STOP STOP—
-JDA HERE OK STOP IT STOP-
I LOVE HIM !! I LOVE Z SO MUCH ALREADY the uh— that one thingy about finding them all beated up at a random ally (or alley I have no idea English is so hard LMFAO—) sorta woke something in me should I be worried? yeah I should- also the thingy about easily flustered people was so sweet idk why,,,
Another question uh- do you have any headcanons for him? Okay wait let me— I like to think of random headcanons for my own Ocs then realize “wait they’re mine so technically they can be canon,,???” BUT ALSO NO??? LIKE LMFAO WHY WOULD I DO THAT LETS JUST KEEP IT AS A RANDOM FANTASY- idk if that made sense I just hope it’s understandable no don’t expect me to explain it again I have no idea how to put words together in order for them to make sense.
-silly example, that one fact about Bun liking reptiles started off as a joke with a friend then I started liking the idea turning it into a silly hc and now she’s just a reptile freak yeah fun-"
Yesssss!!! Seeing a pretty man in distress is so hot!!! Z simply looks very good bruised and bloody~
He goes feral for people who are easily flustered!! He sees someone cute and he needs to make them feel good!!
Oooooh yes, I know exactly what you mean!! Ummmm let's see... these all started as joke headcanons but then became canon:
He has absolutely shit eyesight. Like he needs very strong prescription glasses. Technically, he owns a pair, but he just doesn't bother to use them most of the time. Instead he just squints at everything, which makes him seem more intimidating than he actually is
If he gets part of him cut off, like his arm or something, he just boils a kettle and pours the water on the two bits that need to be reattached and then just... jams them together and waits for the clay to dry again?
Oooooh this one kinda goes back to the idea of turn offs, he once found out that a guy he was dating (a vampire named Charles) had previously dated his grandfather and he immediately dumped the guy. It was just too fuckin weird for him. His grandpa thought it was very funny though
(Just in general, his exes are very interesting imo. I've got like 12 or so of them fleshed out, and they're quite the line-up. Z has... some interesting tastes)
He and his spouse had a very romantic meet cute where Nik killed the guy who was beating Zander up, and Zander was not thrilled about it, but was very into the tiny angry person who just committed murder in front of him. And then Nik couldn't get rid of Z because he was enamoured with them
His grandfather (on the golem side) prefers to take the form of a cat so he can more easily keep an eye on Z. This does lead to Z picking up a giant fluffy grey cat and introducing him to people as his grandpa, 100% seriously and with no understanding that this may confuse people or make them think it's a joke
He was a baby at one point, and did sort of half do the whole "childhood and growing up" thing because his mum wanted him to, but once he hit about 14 he said fuck it and just kinda... became an adult. He didn't wanna have to deal with that bullshit anymore, and his mum had already sent him away to the circus when he was 10 so he realised he didn't have to be a child for her anymore
He loves worms, they're his favourite animal!
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of malibu fog, centipedes, and wonho
malibu fog
fog a staple of the san francisco bay, where tides move under gray skies, this fog was familiar when my dad came to my school as a kid and pulled me out of class, kid me wondering if i have a doctor’s appointment but no, it was my dad’s way of wanting to spend time with me. getting into the truck and driving into the freeway, you know LA is all freeway. he had this idea of wanting to take me to malibu where there was a deep fog rolling on the ocean front. i’m clicking around the random stations, but he only listens to soft rock. “new kid in town,” by eagles was my choice this time, you have to pick the right song. this man was the only adult in my life that spoke both english and spanish. his love of music transferred over to me. there was something to say about a sad song with a banger chorus. he would say “[ yulie prácticatu voz alomejor tienie algo especial]" his words encouraging me to explore my talents not just my voice but any of my interests. he saw himself in me: i was the daughter he could have a second chance with, the daughter you place your american dreams in. malibu was still foggy this early in the morning and those multimillion dollar homes lined up the pacific coast highway. as a kid i always felt lonely at the beach even though i spent a lot of time there. my dad wanted to fish and he explained to me, this is the place to go, malibu. we looked for bait but the smell from bait was gross and I was like I hope I don't have to touch fish. before this we pulled down the bed of his truck and sat in the parking lot, my legs swinging back and forth. my dad takes out his fishing pole. he seems proud. i was happy i wasn't in class, i was with my dad who rarely spent time with me but he always wanted to be with his daughter, he just always chose something else.
here we were with fishing poles looking out into the gray skies as the fog rolled in, only catching starfish. though the fog rolling in now comes from the bay, this is still the same daughter you picked up in elementary school.
centipedes + entomology
insect with many legs, crawling often found under logs. i’ve come to know you as this cute picture from a book, harry the poisonous centipede, by lynne banks. i would read about his adventures, really the first book that didn’t have that many pictures. i remember going into the small school library it had to fit all these kids and we just had to have reading time. i was a reader of anything insect. it was my phase, ladybugs, butterflies, and now centipedes. i was looking for one to add to my investigative journalism era. if you look it up they are ugly unlike my cute centipede in my book this was like a nightmare version. they thrive under damp wood, crawl spaces and bathrooms. i guess this thing loved humidity. i could never find them only really found worms and what i called rolly-pollies. i really just wanted to know how each thing came to be and what they ate. i figured it was leaves 🍃 and no book i found gave good information. so here i was following harry around in his adventures hoping he lived because he was a small centipede in a big world. i would turn up every rock or wood i found hoping to catch a harry out on an adventure in his natural habitat. never really taking into account he was poisonous, kids really don’t give a fuck when they obsess. i just wanted to meet a harry in real time, successful young entomologist, always curious and always OBSESSED.
wonho for the gays, girls, and theys
wonho now a solo artist, he really is known as the k-pop star with a comeback. so it was fitting for me to name my cult “wonhoes”. this isn't just some cult like charles manson it's a game “cult of the lamb”. i am a little lamb in charge of my followers. the aim is to keep them alive: i feed them, clothe them, they worship me. i am their relentless leader. being a leader is hard. i needed to have a name that was fitting for a cult, and i love wonho. if you know k-pop you know that as a k-pop fan you make sacrifices and your love for wonho must be unwavering. my man wonho is for the gays, girls, and theys (very cunty, slay king) and i am all of the above so it's fitting for my cult to be “wonhoes”. i agonize over how to keep my followers happy or even alive, i painfully make choices and even cry when someone passes. i wanted a game to help me relax but now i'm a leader who has to keep my wonhoes happy. I’M STRESSED. i miss wonho, he is in the military service so we don't get thirst traps or cute IG lives. so here i am making him my background and hoping he comes back from the military. after all, i am and always will be his faithful follower.
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Page-Turner: The Cute and Horrifying World of Jim Woodring
In “One Beautiful Spring Day,” the cartoonist takes his orders from the imaginary world that he creates.
— By Sam Thielman | August 9, 2022
“I don’t trust my mind for everyday thinking,” Woodring writes.Photograph by RL Rejmaniack/Courtesy Fantagraphics Books
“Where do you get your ideas?” is a question that most authors dread. The cartoonist Jim Woodring has a simple answer, although it’s likely to elicit more and stranger questions. Woodring has published four book-length comics and an enormous collection of short stories that follow the distressing adventures of his hero, a woodland creature called Frank, who lives in a dreamlike world filled with deserts, forests, minareted castles, hot-air balloons, a devil, and the occasional cylindrical chicken. Woodring calls this place the Unifactor, and says that it tells him what to draw, and how. The Unifactor allows him to draw and write about it only in a certain way; if he tries to go against its instructions, the Unifactor may interfere or abandon him. The process is painful, but its results are unique—the Frank stories are both utterly foreign and purely lucid, a set of gnomic parables that always end in a puff of irony or ambiguity. They leave behind not broad moral lessons but the harsh laws and uncrossable boundaries that apply only in a fictional world unlike any other.
In Woodring’s huge new graphic novel, “One Beautiful Spring Day,” each panel is drawn in a style that looks like an eccentric woodcut. The figures are outlined in clean, straight, black lines, but Woodring has hatched in the shadows with a series of perfectly parallel, shallow waves that vary in thickness. Their amplitude, however, never changes—it’s the frequency at which the Unifactor seems to vibrate. The effect is something like Doré meets Dalí: stories of pure dream logic rendered as reverently as an etching of the infant Christ. Every surface emits a kind of otherworldly specificity, both resoundingly weird and as reassuringly solid as a drafting table.
Frank himself could easily be a habitué of an old Max Fleischer cartoon—a cousin to Bimbo the Dog, perhaps—with his rubbery black limbs, white gloves and shoes, and cute, bestial, species-nonspecific features. In personality, Frank is generally childlike, but without parents to keep him in check. If there is a button, he will push it. If there is a vase, he will break it, sometimes by accident, but not always. If something looks good to eat, Frank will at least try a bite. He first appeared in 1991, in the second and final issue of Mark Landman’s anthology comic “Buzz,” alongside strips by the caricaturist Drew Friedman and by Charles Burns, the author of “Black Hole” (and, briefly, an MTV darling). Landman asked Woodring to produce “a comic that looks normal, but isn’t.” Woodring drew “Frank and Manhog,” a silly, queasy story based on a corny joke: Frank, finding part of a worm in his apple, is so devastated by the experience that he builds a statue of the half-eaten creature.
Woodring seems to enjoy baiting the reader’s suspicion that he is compelled against his will to draw Frank, and this heightens the corresponding sense that the Unifactor somehow exists, whether or not it defies laws of physics and logic. In one especially gruesome tale, Woodring writes narrative captions under the panels—an unusual tic in the mostly wordless Frank stories—but, before the action has gone on for more than a few pages, the narrator finds the events of the story so upsetting that he decides to talk about something else. “I wonder how many grains of rice there are in a fifty pound sack,” he muses, as Frank’s occasional nemesis, Manhog, whom Woodring has said is based on his father, flays his leg and daubs silver paint on the exposed gore.
Frank himself often seems confused by the caprice of the world around him, which frequently punishes him for breaking its rules. Frank has two pets, Pushpaw and Pupshaw, who look like the fraternal-twin offspring of a dachshund and a footstool. Although they tend to understand the laws of the Unifactor a little better than their master, the three of them have endured a number of bewilderingly violent escapades, often involving flying, symmetrical creatures who seem to be made out of a sort of flexible pottery. Woodring, who admires Hinduism, calls these beings “jivas,” jiva being the Sanskrit word for “living substance,” or soul, in Hinduism and Jainism; they often grow more complex as Frank beholds them, developing organic-looking flanges and frills and bulges until they overwhelm and chase him. But they are also a part of Frank and his neighbors—occasionally, Frank himself will hit his head so hard that one of them flies out of the wound, like Daffy Duck’s ghost might in a Looney Tunes short. Only Frank and Manhog seem truly disturbed by the jivas and their kin. (Some Unifactor denizens seem to be jivas themselves; others contain them; still others look distantly related to them.) Everyone else, including Frank’s pets, has some sort of commerce with them, often including strange and beautifully inventive magical powers.
In structure, Frank’s escapades have a sort of mathematical precision. The status quo must always be reëstablished at the end of each story, and Frank must never learn anything. (Occasionally, Frank dies.) “One Beautiful Spring Day” is four hundred pages long, a series of narrative nesting dolls that begins and ends on more or less the same note, but with a symphony of uncanny menace in between.
Art work by Jim Woodring /Courtesy Fantagraphics Books
Since he was three or four years old, Woodring has hallucinated. “I’d be lying in bed and I’d see large, silent, rotating faces hovering over the foot of my bed, faces that were very cartoony, actually,” he told The Comics Journal, in 1993. “Big, horrible, grimacing, deeply-lined faces with their mouths open, yelling at me silently, moving their mouths rapidly.” By his own estimation, Woodring has painted one hallucination in particular hundreds of times: “a large, bulbous, rubbery-looking froglike creature,” as he describes it in the introduction to “Jim,” a collection of his early work. The creature first appeared before him in an art-history lecture during his not-quite-a-semester at Glendale Community College. Now it adorns the covers of a book of his charcoal drawings, “Seeing Things,” and several issues of his comics. “I don’t trust my mind for everyday thinking,” Woodring writes, in the introduction, “but I am convinced that it has one very great function, which is to eventually make me aware of astounding things.”
For as long as there has been art, artists have sought to depict astounding things and thus purge them from their troubled minds. Goya expressed his fear of madness through scenes of paranoia, terror, and supernatural persecution in the Black Paintings. In the lifelong depressive Walker Percy’s novel “Lancelot,” about a depressed murderer confined to a psychiatric hospital, the plot advances as his depression recedes, allowing him to recall his crimes. The Frank corpus, for its part, coheres in one hapless creature’s attempts to amuse himself in between horrifying encounters with monsters that are both unknowable and the building blocks of the world around him.
Woodring was the opposite of an overnight success. His family was poor, and his twenties were lost to alcoholism and occasional homelessness. By the early nineteen-eighties, though, his life stabilized: he had met his wife, Mary, and he was drawing storyboards for Ruby-Spears animation, where he worked on “Turbo Teen,” about a kid who turns into a car, and a “Mr. T.” cartoon. It was dreck, but down-at-heel genius was everywhere at Ruby-Spears: among his co-workers were Jack Kirby, who had brought “The Fantastic Four” and “Captain America” to life; Alex Toth, the prolific cartoonist, Hanna-Barbera designer, and Space Ghost creator; and the influential superhero artist Gil Kane, who introduced Woodring to the comic-book editor Gary Groth. The audience for Woodring’s work grew slowly—throughout the nineteen-nineties, his name appeared on paycheck gigs like the “Alien” and “Jabba the Hutt” comics—but his early devotees included Francis Ford Coppola, who wrote the introduction to “The Frank Book” in 1995, and the fellow-cartoonist (and New Yorker cover artist) Ivan Brunetti. “I look at your stuff and I get really depressed because I could never, ever, in a million trillion years do what you do with a brush and paper,” Brunetti wrote, in a fan letter published in Woodring’s “autojournal” comic book (also called “Jim”) that same year. (Woodring uses not a brush but a pen—sometimes a very large pen.)
Though a late bloomer, Woodring managed to avoid a dead-end career in corporate comics, and, by 2010, he’d reached wide acclaim, hadn’t had to write anything set on Tatooine or Dagobah in a while, and had published his first stand-alone book, a hundred-page Frank fable called “Weathercraft.” It was a longer, more complex story—Manhog is tortured by witches who extract his soul remotely, and he learns the true nature of the universe before being kicked back into his place by a satanic creature called the Whim—but it was classic Frank, which is to say, pure Unifactor, and it made several end-of-year lists.
In Woodring’s next book, “Congress of the Animals” (the first of three incorporated into “One Beautiful Spring Day”), Frank’s house falls down; he hires a builder to fix it, but can’t pay him, so he goes to work at a factory, where he must pour a slurry made of crushed-up birds into a machine that looks like a printing press—and then, every day, as he leaves work, he has to hand over his payment to the angry builder. (You could be forgiven for seeing some parallels to Woodring’s time at Ruby-Spears in these pages.) Frank escapes, and, at the end, meets Fran, apparently the female of his species. He has perky ears; hers are droopy and prehensile. He has a rounded tail; hers is pointy. He has chubby cheeks; she has a slightly heart-shaped face. (It’s remarkable how economically Woodring communicates nonhuman femininity; the panel where Fran first appears is viscerally shocking.) Fran changes Frank’s life for the better; they wake up in bed together, and seem to live happily ever after. Until this book, Frank’s pleasures had been carefully circumscribed—a delicious meal, or a ride on a dangerous contraption—but in “Congress of the Animals,” Woodring gave his avatar lasting happiness.
That simply wouldn’t do. In the lidless eye of the Unifactor, it seemed, Woodring was in error. He had planned to draw a graphic novel about Pushpaw and Pupshaw, called “Poochytown,” but he couldn’t—his muse had forsaken him, he said, and now he was obligated to draw “Fran,” in which Frank and Fran break up, and Fran is revealed to be something like a goddess. In this installment, she can now take many forms, not just that of a female Frank. She is more than a person but also, somehow, less—yet another vector of the terrifying and hallucinatory world around Frank, and not even a reliable companion, like Frank’s pets. When Woodring got around to drawing “Poochytown,” he redrew six pages of panels from “Congress of the Animals” in his careful style, with one disorienting difference: on the sixth page of “Poochytown,” Pupshaw opens a different box than the one he picked two books earlier. Woodring also fixed small flaws in parts of the copied pages, in an effort to get the vibe even closer to perfect—as pleasing to the Unifactor as possible. (It was, he told me in 2015, “a pain in the ass, ” but these were “the terms of my employment.”)
Art work by Jim Woodring /Courtesy Fantagraphics Books
For “One Beautiful Spring Day,” Woodring has added a fourth narrative layer and a new character, a travelling magician. The new book replaces and expands on “Congress of the Animals,” “Fran,” and “Poochytown,” adding exactly a hundred new pages of material. Whereas “The Frank Book” simply reprinted old stories, “One Beautiful Spring Day” weaves its component books together into a single dizzying tale: Frank’s momentary happiness with Fran is now one of several picaresque episodes, including an incident from “Poochytown” in which he happens across a steering wheel and a pedal that control the rotation of the planet. (He immediately wrecks it.)
Its repairs complete, Frank’s world—Woodring’s world, the Unifactor—remains ambiguous, ominous, and, more often than not, cute. But its ambiguity is now within the parameters that Woodring’s muse has set for him. Fran is gone by the end of the story. The magician makes most of the story disappear, as part of one of his tricks, then moves on, presumably to do the same to another citizen of the Unifactor. Like most of Woodring’s work, this twist is both charmingly eccentric and very sad. Woodring has become a monumental artist, but Frank can never change. He must always be the same odd little person who was horrified over the half-a-worm in his apple, three decades ago. “One Beautiful Spring Day” contains some of the most beautiful pages that Woodring has ever drawn, and some of the images, like the magician’s giant foot stepping into one vast double-page spread, are indelible. But the Unifactor has decreed that Frank himself may not grow at all. ♦
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Which of the VDL gang members is most likely to cry when their child is born? And who do you think wouldn’t likely react that way?
Arthur
We all know Arthur would be a good father. The only person who didn’t believe that, was Arthur. In the later months of your pregnancy, Arthur began to worry more and more.
He didn’t think he was good enough to be a father. He was scared he wouldn’t be able to protect you both, or that he wouldn’t feel an instant love and connection for the baby. He worried about every single aspect of becoming a father.
But all those worries went away the second he saw his baby. He doesn’t immediately start to sob but Arthur definitely gets choked up.
You can see the tears in his eyes as he carefully holds his baby. Arthur’s cheeks turn a rosy red as he tries to hold back the tears. His eyes are full of adoration when he looks at his baby, a proud smile across his face.
Charles
Charles tried to mentally prepare himself for this ever since you first told him you were pregnant.
A part of him felt foolish for being nervous. He had seen babies before, he knew what they looked like. Charles tried to keep the mindset that the baby will be like every other baby in the world.
Charles knew he was wrong when he saw you holding the baby. This was just any baby, this is his baby he had with you.
He didn’t bother trying to hide his tears. He sat next to you on the bed, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you slowly cradled the baby to sleep. A steady flow of tears ran down Charles’ face but he was too focused on his baby to care about the tears.
Dutch
Dutch wanted to be the most prepared father in the world. Dutch even bought a fancy pram within a week of you first telling him you were pregnant.
He stopped reading books by Evelyn Miller (thankfully) and instead spent his time reading books about pregnancy and fatherhood.
Dutch doesn’t cry after seeing his baby, he’s too panicked to cry. He’s read so much about what can go wrong in labor, he basically thinks he’s a qualified doctor.
He becomes a veryyyy protective father, constantly making sure the baby is ok. He has no time to cry, he’s too busy mashing up baby food in case it’s a choking hazard.
Micah
Micah’s known for being a rough, tough outlaw that doesn’t care about anyone. Then you somehow wormed your way into his heart. When you told him you were expecting, he wasn’t sure what to make of it.
Being honest, at first he thought about leaving. He didn’t want to leave but he was scared that he’d mess up you and the baby’s life. His biggest fear was that he would be like his father, Micah Bell the second.
Micah doesn’t cry when he sees his baby, he SOBS. He can’t stop crying, he’s just so happy. Micah becomes determined to be a better father than his father.
Even a few weeks after you give birth you may still catch Micah wiping a stray tear away from his eye. For the first time in his life, he’s truly happy.
John
listen, we all know John didn’t do the best the first time he became a father. He regrets how he reacted and wants to do things right this time.
During your pregnancy, he spends a lot of quality time with Jack to make sure he knows that although there’s a new baby on the way, John loves him and he’ll never stop loving him.
John really wants to help you through labor. He even considered helping deliver the baby. But he doesn’t. He tried to help but he got very overwhelmed very quickly and uh... he fainted.
After he wakes up, he’s embarrassed but still tries to be there for you. John doesn’t cry until a few days later, while the two of you are cuddling in bed. He didn’t mean to start crying but he was thinking about how perfect everything is and got emotional.
Javier
Javier cares a lot about what few people he considers family. Although he was a bit worried about raising a child while being an outlaw, he was looking forward to it.
Javier is both shocked when you go into labor and scared shitless. He can’t believe he’s actually going to be a father.
Javier nearly cries but manages to keep his tears at bay. He wraps his arm around you and kisses the top of your head, proud of what you have both created.
He spends the rest of the night whispering to the baby, telling them all about the gang and Mexico.
Bill
Bill is stunned when you say you’re pregnant. But my god, this man will try his absolute best at being a good father.
When you go into labor, Bill gets really excited. He’ll run around, shouting “It’s happening!”. Bill makes sure that everyone in a 10 mile radius knows what’s going on.
Bill says he’s not crying. He keeps repeating that over and over again. He’ll say he isn’t crying, wipe a few tears away, and then say it again.
Bill also buys the baby a blue plaid shirt that looks exactly like the one Bill wears. He thinks it’s very cute.
Sean
When you told him you were pregnant, one of the first things Sean did (after celebrating with you) was go out and buy a calendar. Ever since then, he’s been eagerly counting down the days... for nine goddamn months.
Sean’s too excited to cry when he sees his baby. He wants to introduce the baby to everyone, bring the baby on a robbery and buy them a horse! He wants to do everything with the baby.
His main priority is being a good dad and supporting you both. Why cry when he can spend the day thinking of fun things to do with the baby?
As far as Sean’s concerned, the baby is his new bestie. And yes, he’ll get ye both bracelets that have “MacGuire Clan” written on them.
~~Bonus~~
this is how Bill, Sean, John and Micah would carry their baby around
#I think I went a bit off track with this one towards the end#oops#thank u anon love u#anon I want to carry you around in that baby/gun holster#pregnancy#tw pregnancy#writings#headcanons#rdr2
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Cherik ‘Fallen Angel’ Fic
Part 2 (of Chapter 1)
Find Part 1 (of Chapter 1) here.
Charles is an angel. He loves Erik. He saves Erik. God takes issue with that. Hilarity and adorableness (with a smidge of angst) ensues. In this part, protective!Erik makes an appearance at the hospital.
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“I don’t know what his last name is!” Erik growled at the nurse, just barely managing to hold back the ‘fucks’ he wanted to pepper the sentence with. “I wasn’t exactly trying to get all of his info while he was bleeding to death on me.”
Erik released them in his mind— Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She’s just doing her job. She’s just doing her job. Don’t strangle her with metal.
“I told you,” Erik gritted his teeth and repeated a variation of the same combination of sentences he had already uttered twice. “I was crossing the street. The car barrelled through the red light. He jumped in and saved my life. I tried to return the favour. His name is Charles. He’s cute. I promised to take him to dinner. That’s all I know and that’s as far as we got before he passed out.”
How was Charles? Was he okay?
It didn’t seem like he could be. It had looked like so much fucking blood. The utterly insane things the man had said (“You should know you’re beautiful. Before I leave this mortal realm, I want you to know that”). Those spectacularly bright blue eyes fading to a frightening dullness. Not that Erik knew anything about anything medical, but none of that had seemed promising. So, not only was this nurse annoying as all fuck, she was stonewalling him. They wouldn’t tell him a goddamned thing because he wasn’t Charles’ next of kin. No one, in fact, knew if he had any next of kin in New York because he didn’t have a wallet, ID or phone on him. This was why the nurse was presently grilling him for information he did. not. have. They hadn’t let him ride in the ambulance, so he’d taken a cab and prayed that the ambulance had made a hell of a lot better time than he had. The only reason they were talking to him at all was because he had been there, had a name, a first name, and that was it.
The swinging doors opened and a woman in scrubs emerged. Erik nearly lunged.
“Are you Erik?”
“Yes.”
“He’s asking for you. I don’t want to let you in at all, but I don’t think we’re going to be able to start anything beyond emergency treatment until he talks to you.”
Asking meant conscious. Living. Thank fuck. The relief was powerful and nearly knocked him on his ass. Later, when he wasn’t teeming with barely contained frustration, and desperately trying to ascertain just how okay Charles was or wasn’t, he might spare a moment to think about how unexpected it was to be so powerfully moved by a stranger (a cute stranger who’d saved his life, granted), but not now.
“How is he?”
“He lost some blood, will need stitches on his arm and he has a few fractured ribs, but he’s stable. He’s going to be fine. After he stops trying to get out of bed to talk to you, we might actually be able to treat those things with something other than bandages.”
If Erik had thought the first wave of relief was powerful, he was not prepared at all for the second.
She sighed deeply and gestured to the double doors from which she had emerged. “This way.”
He followed her a short way down the hall, nearly stepping on her heels each step of the way. She stopped so abruptly before they entered the room that Erik nearly ran straight into her back.
“I should warn you that he’s... well, you’ve both been through a trauma. The mind processes such things in all sorts of ways. If he doesn’t seem... ‘all there’ don’t be overly concerned. Play along, don’t distress him further.”
Charles certainly hadn’t been ‘all there’ at the scene of the accident. His bizarre last words kept spinning through Erik’s head at random intervals— you are so loved. On their own, they were strange enough, but the reverence of Charles’ tone had sunk the words into Erik’s bones like a telepath projecting the emotion behind what they were saying. He hadn’t heard the words, he’d felt the words. Even if Charles was a telepath, it didn’t make them make anymore sense. More forthcoming then... he nodded at the doctor.
“You’re here!” Charles beamed at him from his sitting position on the hospital bed, looking much happier than anyone had any right to be in his situation. “And, you look well. Are you well?”
Charles did too, relatively speaking. He was a little pale, a little bruised but nowhere close to as bad as Erik had expected. Though the car had clipped him as he’d tackled Erik out of the way, it seemed to have been a case of looking much worse than it was at the scene. Small miracles.
“I’m fine.” Fine enough, at any rate. Like Charles, he was understandably bruised, and it was probably going to hurt more in the morning, but his suit had taken the harder beating. Between contact with the pavement and Charles’ blood, there would be no saving it, not that that mattered in the slightest. “You’re the one who was bleeding out all over me. How are you?”
Erik was sitting at his bedside now, the doctor presumably hovering in the background for all Erik’s attention was on Charles. The man in question blinked, cocking his head slightly to the side and giving Erik’s question a more thorough consideration than Erik would have thought necessary.
“I really don’t know,” he finally answered. Charles stretched his injured arm out in front of him, now bandaged (if not stitched) and looked at it with a plainly perplexed expression. “I’ve never been hurt before you know. It’s curious... interesting, but I don’t at all recommend it.”
“You were hit by a car.” Erik couldn’t help but be amused. Perplexed Charles was endearing. “Not something that happens to a person every day.”
“Quite.” Charles conceded the point. He went from staring at his arm to deliberately poking his own rib cage, and subsequently wincing. “You’re all very fragile, you know. So much could kill you every single minute of your life and yet so many of you manage to survive until old age. How do you do it? I’ve only just arrived and I’ve already nearly died.”
He turned his focus from his ribs to Erik and genuinely looked as though he were waiting for a response. Erik opened his mouth and then closed it. Despite the doctor’s suggestion to ‘play along’ he didn’t have one. Erik decided to change course.
“The hospital needs your personal information— last name, address, insurance.”
“Oh, well, that’s easy enough. I don’t have a last name. Just Charles. Or an address for that matter. I feel it’s unlikely my former profession came with any benefits.” Charles suddenly laughed. “That’s not true. It absolutely had many benefits, but certainly not State Farm. Besides, I’m no longer working for Him.”
The emphasis on the last word was... odd. Was Erik supposed to know who he was?
“I was... goodness. I was fired I suppose. Fired. That means I’m—I’m unemployed. For the first time in a millennia, I’m... on the pogey!” He laughed a little harder, the edge of hysteria he’d had at the scene worming its way back in. “Wait, no, you don’t say that anymore, do you?”
Pogey?
“Oh you look so confused. I apologize. It’s a Canadian phrase come to think. Or it used to be, a century ago.”
Shit.
Had Charles hit his head? Was this some kind of bizarre amnesia? The doctor hadn’t mentioned either possibility but... Erik side-stepped again.“How about family? Is there someone I can call and let them know you’re here? Maybe they can provide your information?”
The shift in Charles’ expression and demeanour was so abrupt and dramatic that Erik’s gut clenched. The stunning blue eyes that had stared up at him with such naked concern and relief, took on an unmistakable sheen. The wetness made them impossibly bluer, an unnatural colour that was as striking as it was otherworldly. The tears did not fall, yet Erik somehow knew that Charles would cry beautifully if they did. Erik somehow also knew what the response was going to be before he uttered it.
“No. There is no one. Not anymore.”
Erik surprised himself by doing something he would normally never do, under any circumstance, even with someone he knew well, let alone someone he had just met. He reached out and took Charles’ hand, squeezing it gently. His was a pain Erik was all too familiar with.
“It’s all right. We’ll... we’ll figure this out. You’re Charles. You saved my life. You have me. That’s all we need to know right now. Don’t worry about the insurance or anything else.”
Charles stopped staring out into the middle-distance and focused on Erik. “Truly, you don’t owe me anything.”
Erik snorted. “The hell I don’t. Besides, we’ve got to get you healed up. I can’t take you to the diner in this state. We’ve got date, remember? So there you are. Here you think I’m indebted, but really my reasons are purely selfish. You’re hot and I want to date you. Humour me.”
The wetness retreated and that red mouth quirked up into a small smile.
“As long as you’re being self-centred.”
“Oh, trust me, I am.”
Somewhere behind them, someone cleared their throat. Erik turned. Oh, right, the doctor. “As much as I would love to watch the two of you keep flirting, we need to take care of those injuries.”
She was right, so Erik reluctantly stood and even more reluctantly released Charles’ hand.
“I’ll be back later, so stop trying to leave and let them take care of you, all right?”
Charles nodded. “If you insist.”
“I do.”
Erik forced himself to turn and exit the room. Only after he’d left it, did he truly exhale. Charles was okay. Charles was okay. Charles was flirting even... well, possibly. They were still on for that date. Erik took a few much needed breaths and strode more determinedly, and much less frantically, back toward the nurses’ desk. He would take care of this.
He would take care of Charles.
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Thanks for reading 😊. I really hope inspiration continues to strike because I’ve had a lot of fun with this thus far.
On to chapter 2 part 1
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Your take on Mac's "I want Daddy/Mommy" phases!😆😂💜
Mac mostly wants amy when he's in his terrible two's. But when he's five he goes through another phase where he only trusts amy, to do homework or to make a sandwich just the way he likes it, even if jakes sandwiches are better cause my girl can't cook <3. Also mac likes to tease his dad (bc he knows what's he's doing) by whispering stuff into amys ear and then giggling while looking at jake. Jake is like 🧍♂️ but then amy will reveal mac is only whispering cute things like "daddy looks very handsome today" or things like "i ate gummy worms for lunch today". At that phase he also prefers Amy's nighttime stories, he shares his breakfast with her and makes drawings for her all the time. Jake's heartbroken but the feeling goes away whenever he sees his two favorite people playing or laughing together 🥰
Months later mac switches to being daddy's best friend and the first time all the squad gets together with their kids mac gets overwhelmed and instead of playing with the other kids he just sits on jakes lap and he comforts his son (ngl Charles is having the time of his life as he watches the scene). Also mac gets clingy at nights sometimes and he doesn't want to let go of jake, but if he's too tired and only amy can attend him, mac will throw a tantrum until jake goes and help him fall asleep. Its worse if amy has a day off but jake doesn't because mac not only throws a tantrum in those mornings but he also hugs Jake's leg to not let him even get through the door. Jake only shakes his leg and jokes "guess I'll have to bring him with me" until amy convinces mac that the faster he lets daddy go to work the earlier he'll see him again. Meanwhile charles reuses the caps he bought for he and jake that say "best bud 1" and "best bud 2" and gives his to mac. While jakes is obviously still too small for his head, it fits mac perfectly, and he wears it all the time while he's obsessed with jake and makes his dad wear it too ahdjdjsjs
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✨Thoughts throughout the episode✨
I know her !!! Where do I know her from??
Hold on I have to check
Hart of Dixie is the answer thank you IMDB she was great there
Lol what a loser!! God he is a douche
Oh my goddddd they are that couple from the vault?!?!?!?!!!!!! That is so cool to bring them back
She can do so much better
god I hate him 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂what a fucking bitch
He totally deserves that
Owen shut the fuck up
Wtf Owen 😂😂 lol he is an idiot (both Owen and the guy)
What a girlboss!!!! I love her
Owen what????????
Also isn’t he Jewish? Or just Gwen? Like the pyramid thing …
Owen is dumb
Awww Judd 🥰🥺🥰🥺🥺🥺
I love grace and Judd
Lol Judd -vegan-
Lol dear hunt
Lol fishing
Poor buddy
Grace for the saving
Judd looks so disappointed lol but in a good way
This kid is fun I like that he is part of the show now
Aww tony 🥺
I’m still not over the fact that they killed him
Lovely is just such a weird word
👻That is basic logic! Smart girl
Cat😒 I don’t like cats
This episode is so random ! Ghosts and aliens
I just hate Owen
Tk should be the aliens dude that would be funny with Carlos and all that
You are a bad dad Owen Judd is better he doesn’t need your advice
Lol his son is so different I love it
Ohhh witches
Fun episode
Grosssssssss
Is this like what happened in 911 ? With the worm thing? I don’t like when they have similar plots
Lol Nancy
That was cool( the suction)
Lol tk
Charles 🥺
Such a random episode
Gay?
Nice Judd
Not gay though
Aww Judd is getting overshadowed by Owen 🥺
Fuck Owen
Awwww that is so sweet 🥰🥺Charles and tony 🥺🥰
🥺Judd
Wtf Owen ??
That’s gross
Awww babe 🥰
Don’t they have the same shifts?
Lol they look funny with those suits
Gross
They are dumb
So dumb
Lol the songgggg
Lol song
Go grace !!!!
Lol her reputation as a good gift giver is ruined
Tony 🥺
Awww Wyatt🥰🥺
Fuck Owen strand
Best weekend? Really?okay cute I guess
awwww Judd 🥰
Cute scene
I miss Carlos
My episode froze
I love grace
I’m glad things are going well with Judd and Wyatt
This is sad
I’m hungry
🥺🥺🥺🥺
So sad
She is so pretty
Holy shit what the candles???
Good episode!!!!
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i just have to ask one question
who's ur favorite old/retired player (and for what reason if u don't mind)
i'm bored and curious don't judge me
THATS A GOOD QUESTION !! Man idek like whenever ppl talk about fav players all their names just leave my head 😭 I rlly do like talking about the lesser heard of players but I never remember their names..
But anyways Hometown Chi-town so yall know i GOTTA be a fan of the Big Bulls !! For fav tho? uhhhh
. . . Yeah.
Hes like... both derogatory weird and positive weird LMAO idk what he's doing as an old man rn I try not to think about old men bball players but yeah... he him... dennis rodman <3 I kinda didn't really see him as just a 'crazy party animal' tho ??? Idk like he was a guy who wasn't afraid to show off a personality most people couldn't show and that was cool 2 me! Also he had some mad hops, that was also wicked. On foe nem baby dennis was cute when he was a young kinda shy piston? Baby worm?? Before he mega evolved into a Rockstar? I liked baby worm. Idk I just have a kinda soft spot for dennis, just kinda gives off Rockstar who can't shake off his Rockstar persona but at the same time lowkey doesn't want to??? Like it's a struggle between wanting to be 'funny/weird/cool' and still wanting to be seen as human ig?? Like bro just wants to have fun but that doesn't mean he's dumb or anything idk!! I might just still be mad over his Oprah interview LOL...
I also really liked scottie pippen!! Old Scott I pretend not to hear but prime Scott was a fav of mine. He just looked very polite idk LMAO he made me wanna get a Hightop
Going back to Chicago tho ... that doesn't mean I ONLY liked the bulls. Like I can like the bulls and still not mind the pistons I think??? Idk I lowkey liked young isiah Thomas? He was a good nba villain LMAO he was a tiny little entertaining asshole. His relationship with magic was 🤔.. interesting ..
Off the pistons tho, I liked muggsy bouges a lot!! I thought he had the coolest first and last name and he was just a funky little man to me! Watch his prank video with Charles. But yeah, he was just a funky little man!!!! Love that for him!
Of course I like the big names as well! AI, Tim Duncan, dirk, all the stars from space jam, wilt, Larry bird, spud, paul pierce, yadda yadda u know what I mean. I rlly liked Ben wallace! He rocked a nice fro and I also just liked that name combination. He was my fav player on one of my old 2ks, didn't like shooting threes tho I think...
But yeah !!!! I like a lot of those guys !!!! I didn't really have anyone I like?? ONLY idoled, like I didn't buy any posters of one guy to hang in my room or whatever because I thought they were all cool! Old school bball was Hella fun!
#dennis.... (derogatory)#didnt like how ppl treated him like some animal all because he wasnt following the norm or whatever#i got beef with oprah i dont trust her#then again hollywood is Weird#whatever they them.. old ppl <3#senior citizens...#there was this one little guy i liked too and he was really fast n had good handles#i think he played for the raptors??#he went against mj and pippen and the media hyped him up#so naturally mj killed him#but i liked him!!! he put up a good fight and he was confident ! i just cant remember his name .....#ted asks#i liked this ask it was interesting !!!#very cool very swag
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🌸💋 🎭 💦 and ✨ (crush headcanons! How would he act around and try to win someone he's interested in over? 😋) for javier, if that would be okay? Congratulations on 400 followers! Give your doggos some bellyrubs from me!! ♥
my girls thank u for the tum rubs, cadillac demanded my absolute attention for the next 5 minutes. shaybo ignored me & went back to sleep (also thats a frickin cute-ass HC idea)
🌸 Kissing HC
Javier is an affectionate sort of man and sees no shame in expressing his love openly. So you can expect quick pecks as you pass each other by, sweet kisses by the fire and deep goodbye kisses before he has to leave before a job.
When he returns from being gone for a while, his first thought is to beeline for you, hold you close and capture your lips to express how much he missed you. At least he keeps to himself when you both are on a job ... mostly.
He always has to joke about a “good luck” kiss before or during a job, which just makes you smile.
When you’re curled up with Javier next to a fire, he likes to brush your hair aside and kiss along your neck and collarbone, just to make you giggle. Nope, there is no shame. You end up snuggling closer and sharing several long, lazy kisses.
Yes, you’ll be told to find a room, multiple times. Javier just smirks and pulls you closer.
Besides your pretty lips, his favorite places are your collarbone and your soft thighs. He’s not one to leave marks unless he’s feeling very passionate and you’re encouraging him. For himself, he really likes it when you kiss his neck.
He’ll definitely sneak up behind you while you’re working on something and give you light, lazy kisses. If he’s tired enough he’ll rest his head on your shoulder and keep you there.
💋 Intimacy HC
Javier loves being close and intimate with you. He feels like it’s the most natural, fulfilling way to express love to each other. So unless he’s dead-ass passed out, if you want him, Javier’s game. His sex drive is definitely high, although he thinks it’s perfectly reasonable.
Almost anything you do can turn him on, because he loves admiring you. Brushing your hair aside, dressing, doing something creative, handling a gun, and so on. Arthur likes to walk by and tease him for his mooning.
He prefers to take his time than indulge in quickies. He wants to touch and kiss every bit of your skin as he undresses you, and gives you plenty of praise as he does so, to make sure you’re flustered. He actually has something of a praise and worship kink.
He prefers positions where he can see your face and hold you close, but he’s open to whatever, really. You’re going to get kissed and groped either way.
When Javier starts getting lost in your body, he’ll nuzzle you and mutter endearments and more praises in Spanish. If you respond back he totally melts. When he’s close, he gets loud, not that he cares who hears. Feel free to kiss him to shut him up, he loves that.
If you’re feeling tired or need some comfort, he’s totally happy to hold you in his arms and just slowly finger you while you get plenty of kisses. He doesn’t even have to get himself off, he just wants to make you feel good (also he loves your whimpers).
He is so bad about exploiting your sensitive spots. He doesn’t even have an overstimulation kink, it’s just fun to watch you squeal and worm away.
Afterward, Javier is a gentleman and makes sure you’re cozy. He wants to cuddle until you both fall asleep but you remind him that, you know, you both should probs put on at least a shirt and pants before you freeze to death. He doesn’t care to sleep with heavy blankets but he’ll cover you up and make sure you’re nice and bundled before the cuddling resumes. There is no escape
🎭 Jealousy HC
Similar to Charles, Javier doesn’t have much a possessive streak, he just hates men disrespecting you. His mama didn’t raise him to stand by while his love is being talked down to and disrespected.
He’ll slid up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and brandishing his favorite knife as he asks the man exactly what his intentions are. He’s smiling, but angling the knife so it gleams.
Sometimes he’s in more of a hot-headed mood, and he’ll go straight to a fight if someone puts a hand on you or starts getting in your face. Javier got no patience for that.
It’s obvious you both are together, so anyone in the gang flirting with you is probably just messing around, and he’ll joke back about them stealing you away. But if someone is really pushing it, he doesn’t care if they’re drunk or “messing” around. Javier sits up, stares right at them and tells them to leave you be.
He really doesn’t like you trying to get him jealous, it hurts more than he’d admit. He feels like he expresses his love enough, so there’s no need to play these silly games.
💦 Beach HC
Thank god for some decent warm weather and a beautiful sea. He could die right here in your arms and be a happy man. It’s adorable how much Javier’s eyes glitter when he sees the water, he looks 10 years younger as he pulls you toward the water.
Javier is ready to strip to nothing, but he underestimated the hot sand, so he sticks to pants. He’s totally cool with you wearing nothing though.
He can’t decide if he wants to swim around with you, sit on the beach and enjoy the waves or go after the fish hanging around in the shallows. He alternates between the three, with you joining him and laughing at how excited he gets over finding a a crab or digging up a large shell.
You better watch out, he’ll grab your ankle out of nowhere to pull you under the water. Or he’ll carry you to the deep end and pretend to dunk you. He really enjoys carrying and piggybacking you around in the water. If you can’t swim, Javier is very careful with you and never brings you too deep.
Javier could stay at the beach until the sun begins to set. He’ll catch some fish and roast them over a fire with you while you rest against him. You two just know you’re going to be finding sand in your clothes and equipment for a week, but he doesn’t care at all.
When you start to doze off, he’ll cover you up and pet your hair as the sun sinks down. Now he can die a happy man.
✨ Crush HC
So, his crush comes on fairly quick and it’s so obvious to everyone and yourself. He can’t help but watch you when you watch by, he’s always grinning and winking at you, he likes hanging around and asking what you’re up to.
The flirting and charm is cute, but you figured he’d get bored after a while. He was probably only interested because you were pretty and new. Which, that was true, but he was also curious. He started to strike up conversations and ask you about yourself, and he was glad when you were curious about him, too.
He’ll still wink at you as he plays guitar, but then he’ll nod at you to sit next to him. He’ll crack jokes to hear you laugh, he’ll help you carry things and compliment you whenever you’re wearing something new. His typical “flirting” went straight into “hopeless crush” territory.
You two did dance around each other a little, but Javier isn’t the type of man to go pining for months over someone. All it’ll take is you leaning in and smiling sweetly while he talks, and he can’t help himself from touching your chin and kissing you.
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