No Kissing

(I took a brief intermission from working on my main fic to do a one-shot; I’ve seen a few people lately craving Bechloe married domestic fluff, and I’ve been feeling the same way, so I couldn’t resist the urge!)

Locking up her studio for the night, Beca pockets the key and heads across the back yard to the house.  She comes in through the kitchen, finding it empty and silent this late in the evening.  Checking the clock, she feels a slight twinge of guilt when she sees it’s past eight.  Usually, despite the temptation of her equipment just a few steps away on the same property, she doesn’t allow herself to go back to work after dinner.  (Or rather, Chloe doesn’t allow her to go back to work after dinner.)  But with so many deadlines looming this week she’s had to make some exceptions.

She crosses the back hallway and peeks into the family room.  Chloe is nowhere in evidence, but their daughter, Violet, is sitting on the plush area rug in the middle of the room, clutching her favorite blanket, staring at the TV and absorbed in what looks like a car insurance commercial featuring a talking monkey.  

Beca steps quietly through the doorway and sneaks up closer, then crouches down a few feet behind her, still unnoticed.  “Boo,” she says, but in a soft voice so as not to actually scare her.

Keep reading

Okay, So someone has probably done this already but I was curious and wanted to throw it together myself. This here is a list of all the Nancy Drew games and the crimes initially investigated in them. Italicized means Nancy discovered/was informed about this crime after she arrived at her destination, or the crime happened after the start of the game. No, I didn’t take this seriously.

  1. Secrets Can Kill | Murder
  2. Stay Tuned for Danger | Death Threats
  3. Message in a Haunted Mansion | Various Accidents
  4. Treasure in the Royal Tower | Vandalism
  5. The Final Scene | Kidnapping
  6. Secret of the Scarlet Hand | Theft
  7. Ghost Dogs of Moon Lake | Malicious Dogs
  8. The Haunted Carousel | Theft/Accident/Haunted Carousel (SHOCKING)
  9. Danger on Deception Island | Vandalism
  10. The Secret of Shadow Ranch | Ghost Horse/Accidents
  11. Curse of Blackmoor Manor | Temper Tantrums
  12. Secret of the Old Clock | Theft
  13. Last Train to Blue Moon Canyon | Missing Person
  14. Danger by Design | Tempter Tantrums
  15. The Creature of Kapu Cave | Vandalism
  16. The White Wolf of Icicle Creek | Various Accidents
  17. Legend of the Crystal Skull | Skeleton Man Sighting
  18. The Phantom of Venice | Thefts
  19. The Haunting of Castle Malloy | Missing Person/Old Lady Sighting
  20. Ransom of the Seven Ships | Kidnapping
  21. Warnings at Waverly Academy | Various Accidents
  22. Trail of the Twister | Various Accidents
  23. Shadow at the Water’s Edge | Paranormal Activity
  24. The Captive Curse | Monster Sightings
  25. Alibi in Ashes | Arson
  26. Tomb of the Lost Queen | Assault
  27. The Deadly Device | Murder
  28. Ghost of Thornton Hall | Missing Person
  29. The Silent Spy | Mommy Issues
  30. The Shattered Medallion | ??????????
  31. Labyrinth of Lies | Thefts
  32. Sea of Darkness | Missing Person

anonymous asked:

3 word prompt: Taking care Mommy

#206 (Spy Universe - Future CE + 4 years from current)


Castle opened the door of their hotel room, and James was standing inside the suite in his best clothes, hair combed and wet to keep it down, hands clasped in front of him like a gentleman. He exuded best behavior.

“Daddy, I just have one thing.”

Castle sighed. “All right, Jay. Come on.”

James grinned, ruining some of that good-boy image, but Castle couldn’t fault the charm; it was his own anyway. He opened the door wider and allowed James to come inside, and the boy actually crept on tiptoes towards the bed.

“Oh,” he sighed. “Mommy’s asleep.”

“Shh,” he hushed, coming in close and laying his hand on James’s head. “She needs her sleep.” She was sleeping a lot, though. He thought it was self-defense, a coping skill. James had been in at lunch and Kate had been asleep then too, and it hadn’t been because Castle had force-fed her a sleeping pill.

James sighed and fidgeted beside the bed. “But I did bring Mommy something.”

Barely four, Castle reminded himself. Early four. Still a baby, really, and he needed to feel like he was helping his mother.

Castle leaned down and scooped James into his arms, carried him over to the armchair Castle had drawn up. Ages ago, it seemed now, when it had only been days since they’d liberated her from the Collective. The damn chair was a permanent fixture right beside her bed since getting any closer sent her into a panic attack. 

Castle sat down with James and held him loosely, patting the boy’s back.

“What’ve you got for Mom?”

James lifted his little closed fist and opened it to reveal - a feather.

A tiny puff of a grey feather. Down feather, fuzzy and stuck to James’s palm by the sweat of his hand as he’d carried it. Probably from the hotel pillow.

Castle reached up and lightly touched it. “It’s so soft,” he whispered.

“It’s for Mommy. She needs all soft things so it won’t hurt.”

Ah, fuck. Fuck, she did.

Castle pressed his forehead into his son’s thin shoulder blades, breathing through it like King had suggested. Feeling James’s strong, sturdy little body actually helped.

“You’re a good kid,” he said then, lifting his head and glancing to Kate, asleep on the bed. “Where should we put it so that Mommy sees it first?”

“In her hand,” James answered, shrugging at him. As if to say of course.

Castle nodded, eyeing the bandages that protected her raw fingers. “Yes. You’re right. In her hand.” But Kate was sleeping on her stomach and her left hand was on this side. And he-

“I can tuck it into the bandages. So it will grow like a flower.”

A flower. A feather growing in her bandages like a flower. Fucking hell, his son was going to unmake him.

“And when Mommy opens her hand and her fingers spread out, there it is. Like The Little Prince.”

He had no idea what the Little Prince had to do with this, but it was heartbreakingly sweet. “Yes, you’re right, James. But will you let me do the tucking?”


“James,” he warned softly.

“But I can watch?”

“Yes, you can watch. It was your ingenious idea.”

James smiled, looking pleased with himself, so Castle put the boy on his feet and leaned into the bed. “Hold your feather carefully. Let me get Mom’s hand.”

Kate’s arm was drawn in against her chest, the bandaged hand up under her chin. Not in a fist, too painful that way, but flat against the mattress. Her fingers were capped with mesh bandages, a truly ingenious idea from Logan, and then wrapped together like mittens to keep her from trying to use it while the nailbeds were still sensitive.

Castle slowly turned her hand over, being particularly careful of the flex of her arm. If he jostled her shoulder, it might be bad.

James was patient at his side. So patient. Being such a good boy. When Kate’s palm was up, Castle held out his hand to James for the feather. The boy pressed it to Castle’s fingers and he took it, delicately threaded the base through the wrap on Kate’s thumb. Her thumb had the least amount of damage (highest threshold for pain in the thumb, too much regular use for the thumb to feel pain like a pinky finger, so her interrogators hadn’t bothered).

“Daddy,” James warned.

“No, I know,” he murmured. No more thinking about it. James was too sensitive to Castle’s own thresholds. “How’s that?”

The grey down feather puffed in the wake of Kate’s breath; her eyes would open and see it perfectly.

“That’s it,” James said with a sigh. “That’s very good. Now Mommy has something so soft. Can you fold up her fingers so it won’t go anywhere?”

“Sorry, wolf. The fingers have to stay loose. So they can breathe.”


“But Mommy doesn’t move in her sleep-” She did; he was lying for the kid’s sake. She thrashed in her sleep these days, but he’d save the feather. “-and she’ll see it.” Castle would wake her. Slowly. He would try to pull her out of it before she had a nightmare.

“Oh, good.”

“Hug Mommy up, and then you need to do school work.”

“Okay,” James said easily. Smiling. Proud of himself and how he’d helped his mother.

Castle could tell that the boy’s first instinct was to crawl on the bed, but he didn’t. He stopped. He touched Kate’s chin in the only kind of hug his mother could stand, even asleep. 

And then he left the room.



Meeting Samwise!, Part 5
(Parts 1, 2, 3, and 4)

After my nap on top of Samwise’s head, I showed Samwise my arm-climbing skills. Samwise rewarded me with noms: chicory and collard greens! I nommed away and went into a food coma, but not before we all watched tortoise videos on YouTube.