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McLennon for the straw page

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In addition to curling up into a ball, Jean has a habit of rocking himself back and forth. It started back in the Nest, during the rare moments when his body hurt just little enough for him to move. It gave him something else to focus on besides the urge to cry, redirecting his attention from tears to the steady motion of his own body. the rhythmic rocking soothed his nervous system and eventually lulled him to sleep. living with the Floozies, the habit never really went away, though it no longer came from necessity. now it simply helps him settle down faster, easing both his body and mind into sleep. Jeremy, watching from the bed beside his, finds the habit oddly endearing. Jean wraps himself tightly in his blanket and rocks with slow, gentle movements, looking for all the world like a child trying to comfort himself. though, to be honest, Jeremy probably has no idea about the meaning that was once woven into the ritual.
"You Don't Have to Earn Love" - Johnny Cade!!
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Authors Note: Long ass titles ANDD a random pic, sorry everybody! Not much to say! Enjoy and send reqs pls! <33
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Playing around with my Sam Vimes backstory fic, and my current headcanon is that Vimes' mother used to call him Sammy, and so when he finds out they're using that name for the coppers that trained under him and went to other cities, it briefly knocks him sideways.
Because he's not heard that name since she died, and maybe it had always been said with a hint of worry about her boy, who she loved but who she knew was a bit too fond of the drink and friendly with the gutters. But now he's a knight and a duke and he has a family he adores, and he's making a difference not just to people in the city but across the Disc.
And the name is a reminder that she's not here to see what he's become; she'll never get to experience the relief of knowing that she didn't need to worry quite so much anymore.
duty calls | s. n
spidernoir x f!reader requested by: Â @dzzhing suggestive, cussing, fluff, somewhat sad (if you squint hard enough) words: 1.4k
“You’re late” You said, a small smirk playing on your lips as you brought the wine glass to your red lips to take a sip. You didn’t even glance at him as he took his trenchcoat off and put it around the back of his chair.
“I’m so sorry, doll” He sighed as he pushed his chair out and sat down in front of you.
“Third time this month” You said and put the wine glass down on the table, your lipstick stain leaving behind. You look at him finally, only to see him with a small cut on his lip and a sad look in his eyes, his glasses hanging low on his nose.Â
“I know, I’m sorry” He sighed solemnly and finally relaxed into his seat. You gave him a small smile and a knowing look.Â
“And now that you’re here…” You said and looked back down to the menu and he gave you a soft smile as he watched you scan over the menu.Â
“The pasta seems nice” You mumbled and looked up from the menu to look at him, only to see him already looking at you with a soft look in his eyes, tired but genuine.Â
“Anything you want, beautiful” He smiled and picked up his own wine glass to take a sip. “You’ve got me knocked flat, doll” He said as he scanned your face, then your dress.Â
“Had to look nice to show you what you have waiting back at home so you don’t miss our dates anymore” You said slyly, a small playful smirk playing on your lips. He shook his head with a sad smile on his face.
“I know what I have waiting back for me at home, I just happen to be busy” He sighed and grabbed your hand on the table.
“Too busy for your lady?” You ask and tilt your head to the side to add to the teasing tone of your voice. Mischief glimmers in your eyes. He chuckled and brought your hand to his lips to kiss it.Â
“Never” He mumbled against your hand.Â

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This time, Nick will protect...that beautiful ass...)