Trusting You With My Life

Independent RP account for Liv Aberdine of NBC's Constantine. Familiar with the Hellblazer series as well. Semi-Selective. Mun/Muse 21+

[whcwashe]

Hello, please excuse this ugly, to be pinned post. I just thought I should throw something up here that was a little more formal. I don’t know what I’m doing. 

Anyway. I’m Emily (She/Her/They/Them), 30+, PST. Welcome to my eight year old blog for Liv Aberdine, from Constantine (NBC, literally just the pilot, lmao). I’m comic friendly, multi-verse, multi-ship. My pages are all old and ugly, but here are some brief rules, and here’s Liv’s about page + some headcanons that are probably more informative than the about page. 

I just love Liv a lot, okay. 

Always feel free to shout at me on Discord, just tell me who you are: MothmanBelievesInU

Some further random bullet points:

I work four jobs, please be patient with me.

I was away for like two years, I’m still trying to remember how things work

I am always down for plotting/shipping/whatever, just shout at me

Always feel free to reblog ask replies. Just reply to everything. Throw me every thread. I can be slow but I promise I’m into it, I get excited about every notification. 

Liv is mostly an OC because she has almost no canon, so if you want to know about something, feel free to ask. I love questions. 

I am very well versed in comic canon, so feel free to ask me to mix worlds, I'm happy to do that at any time.

The bottom line here is ... don't be a dick and we'll get along. No racism, homophobia, transphobia -- I don't have time for that kind of behavior, and I'll boot you out the door if I need to.

Ok, that’s all. I love everyone at this bar, bye. 

[soulrph]

𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏-𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎 (𝙋𝙏. 1)

as requested by a powerfully patient and endlessly lovely nonnie!! there will be more lists like this, because frankly, parenthood is a whole theme park of roller coasters with unique challenges and milestones in each of them! but these are for parents who have recently become parents to a newborn! i also have requests for prompts based on foster families and adopted children, but i'd like to do my own research before i dive too deeply into those, because obviously the rules vary from country to country, but i digress! i sincerely hope you all enjoy these! unclench your jaw, drink some water, roll back your shoulders! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST PLEASE!!

" if you waken that baby, so help me god, there won't be a corner of the universe that will protect you from my wrath. "

" do you wanna hold him/her/them? here, it's okay! just support the neck like... yeah, there you go! you got it! "

" no, no, it's okay, i'm not going anywhere. the baby spit up on everything i own except this sparkly little number, so i'm waiting for the washing cycle to end until i can change out of this! come on in. "

" i don't think i've had a full night's sleep since the baby came along. "

" i'm gonna train this kid, night and day, until they say my name before yours. that's my goal. my name is gonna be their first word. "

" i love my baby. more than i ever dreamed possible! but they've kept me awake since the second they were born! i seriously need a nap... could you keep an eye on them until i wake up? just twenty minutes, i promise you! "

" it kinda feels like every single person in the world suddenly has a PhD in parenting to make me feel incompetent with. "

" i think our sweet angel's gonna be a rock star with that set of lungs! "

" we need a new babysitter. preferably one who won't read rosemary's baby to our newborn. "

" god, they're so precious when they're asleep... can you believe we're that kid's parents?! "

" how can something so tiny go through a billion diapers every single day?! "

" they smiled at me today! actually smiled, i swear! that baby is a genius! and no, it wasn't trapped gas, before you say it. "

" that darling child ripped a fistful of my hair out today, so if you see a bald spot, now you know why it's there. "

" shh... shh, honey, it's okay. the baby woke up, but i'm handling it. you just go back to sleep now, okay? "

" i was thinking... if, for whatever reason, i'm not able to take care of the baby, i was wondering if you might be okay with being their legal guardian? "

" so pre-schools aren't only super competitive, they've also got some insanely high standards now, too! one of them won't even let me bring my car in unless it's completely emission-free! "

" the baby has a remarkably dark sense of humour. they only seem to laugh when i stub my damn toe on the crib at 4 in the morning. "

" we had a somewhat violent reaction at the diaper station this morning. so that meant i had to bathe and change the little cherub twice in ten minutes, and then go take another shower and find new clothes unscathed by infant vandals again. "

" he/she/they have your eyes. and your batshit insane sleep schedule. "

" you know what really pisses me off? when people act as though new parents have it easy. like a newborn is the easiest thing in the world to handle. i'd like to see them make coffee, change a diaper and fold a onesie one-handed! "

" isn't it so crazy that this tiny little human, who can't even hold their own head up yet, might be like, a president or something one day? "

" i'm really sorry, i know we had plans tonight, but i literally just got the baby to sleep and all i wanna do is lie down and eat the leftovers of a bag of potato chips until i fall asleep. i haven't showered all week, i can't remember the last time i wore clean clothes, and... it's just not gonna work out tonight. "

" i figured you wouldn't have much time to cook, what with the baby and all. so i decided i'd bring a lasagna and some groceries over to you, and i can keep an eye on the little one while you take a nice hot shower and eat your dinner in peace! "

" hey... relax. i promise you, the babysitter can handle it for a few hours! and if they need you, they've got your phone number, right? so just... take a night off. sit back. enjoy yourself. the baby is fine, i promise you! "

" you know, if you guys wanted a date night, i could mind the baby for you? "

" i swear, this baby is the freaking jackpot of excuses to not attend all those events! all the times i wanted to throw sharon's awful hummus at her face during those dinner parties, and now i don't even have to go anymore, all because of this beautiful, wonderful little baby! "

" i mean, sure, sometimes i'm crying 24/7 and i don't know what the hell i'm doing! but then i'll tickle the baby's little foot and they'll laugh for thirty minutes, and it just makes me so insanely, immeasurably happy! "

" what do you think? will we try for baby number two? make this little angel a big brother/sister/sibling? "

" i need a night out. please. i'm begging you. i cannot sing another single note of baby shark! please, even a trip to the grocery store would do! "

" god, couldn't you just sit and watch them sleep forever? "

" oh god, he/she/they're crying! the baby's crying! oh man, is that a hungry cry or a diaper cry?! talk to me, little baby! "

" i cannot believe we just paid four figures for a cradle when the baby won't even sleep unless they're in our arms... "

" you know, that little baby is so freaking lucky to have you as their mom/dad/parent. "

" a-actually, maybe you better keep holding them. i mean, what if i hurt them by accident? or what if i scare them? babies don't like me, they never have! "

" you know, i always thought newborn babies looked like potatoes. but this kid is pretty darn cute! "

" i believe congratulations are in order. where's the new addition? "

" i never realized how expensive diapers were until now... "

" mm... honey, the baby... the baby's crying. wake up, baby, go help the baby... "

" nice try, but i got the baby the last time. it's your turn now. probably a diaper change, too, by the sound of it. "

" how can someone so tiny drink so much freaking milk?! "

" i wish people would quit acting like parenting experts every single time they see me. believe it or not, i do know what i'm doing! "

" some stranger on the bus decided to let me know i was a terrible mother/father/parent for not choosing to raise the baby on a vegan diet. "

" did you think of any baby names yet? or is this sweet little angel still anonymous? "

" i'm thinking we should decorate the nursery while the baby's still napping. i got the paint in my car; what do you think? "

" this baby is officially more extroverted than me! every single person we met in the park, this socializing star was waving and smiling at them like crazy! "

" oh my god, remember that little blanket you gave us when the baby was born? yeah! they refuse to go to sleep without it now, it's the cutest thing ever! "

" oh, i took the most adorable photo of the baby yesterday while they were sleeping! wanna see? "

" i don't think you need to worry about your parenting skills. 'cause that little baby in there is the happiest, luckiest kid in the whole world just by having you in their life. they might not know it yet. but they are. "

" well, according to the principal at the last pre-school, we should have been booking placements before the baby was even conceived. "

" i wonder what kind of life this baby will grow up to live? "

" you're such a natural with the baby! he/she/they love you so much already; look how they're gazing up at you! "

" i'm so sorry, but we're gonna have to leave early; the bottle leaked all over my bag, and it's feeding time now, so it's either leave early or unleash a screaming infant on you! "

" would you mind holding the baby for a minute while i go grab my stuff? "

" don't judge, but we were out of clean onesies, so i dressed the baby in that huge old t-shirt you got at that concert five years ago. if i'm being honest, it suits them! "

" listen. i know i complain and i struggle. i honestly think my mistakes outnumber my triumphs, as far as parenting is concerned. but i have never loved anything nor anyone nearly as much as i love this baby. never. "

[mythshire]

✦ ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆ ✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 ··· a collection of injuries tended in silence, pain worn like armour, the intimacy of being seen at your worst. genre: hurt and comfort, angst, romance, drama.

• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine. • How long have you been walking around like this? • I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to see how bad it is. • You should have told me the moment it happened. • Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. • This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. • You've been hiding this for days, haven't you. • Who did this to you? I need you to tell me who did this. • Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you. • I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. • I found the bandages in the trash. You want to explain that? • Don't you dare apologize for bleeding on me. • Your hands are cold. That's not a good sign. • I'm not angry. I'm terrified. There's a difference. • Come into the light. Let me see your face. • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can. • You're white as a sheet and still trying to stand up straight. • I could hear you in the night. I didn't say anything. I'm saying something now. • Don't look at it if it makes it worse. Just look at me. • It's not weak to let someone see you hurt. • You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here.  • Lay back. You're not getting up until the color comes back to your face. • I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can. • You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice? • This is going to leave a mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. • I've patched up a lot of people in my time. None of them scared me like you do right now. • You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. • Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. • You're allowed to make a sound. Nobody's watching. • I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me. • You're lucky the cut wasn't deeper.  • Stop apologizing for needing help. Stop it right now. • I've seen what it looks like when someone's used to this. That's what scares me most about you. • Tell me your name. Tell me what day it is. Stay with me. • You're going to be alright. I promise you.  • You went back out there after this? With this? • Nobody takes care of you, do they? That ends tonight. • I've been gentle with you. I need you to be honest with me in return. • You're safe now. You're here, you're safe, and I've got you. Just breathe.

[taleswritten]

@whcwashe sent [ BEDSIDE ] : sender waits by receiver's bedside as they recover from an illness or an injury. @ Matt

It happened so fast that Matt had hardly seen it coming. It was meant to be a recon mission, he’d found out where one of Fisk’s warehouses had been and had gone to check it out. He hadn’t even entered the building when he was caught off guard. 

The pain came first and then the darkness. They had been dumb, they hadn’t made sure that he was dead from the stab wound, so he’d dragged himself back home. He’d managed to get out of his suit, he’d attempted to fix the wound himself, but apparently passed out instead. 

If it wasn’t for Liv, he may not have made it. She is the only reason that he is in the hospital, the only reason he’s alive.  

When he comes to, he doesn’t know where he is at first. It takes a moment for his senses to adjust but when it does, his nose burns from the overpowering scent of bleach and chemicals, the beeping of machines ring out and the gentle breathing of someone next to his bedside. 

It clicks a second later that he’s in a hospital. Liv must have found him and called an ambulance. She saved his life, which means the breathing by his bed is from Liv. 

How long has she been here? How long has he been out? As he shifts, that is when the pain hits him. It makes him groan, the movement having pulled at his stitches. 

Matt’s teeth grit together as he inhales sharply through his nose before exhaling, using that breath to steady himself. To help him ignore the pain already. It’s not the first time he’s been wounded like this, but it’s not exactly ever pleasant. 

“Liv?” Matt asks, though he does not turn his head in her direction. His eyes are open, head still facing the ceiling. He doesn’t exactly have a point in looking towards her and he doesn’t feel like moving much. It’ll only make his pain worse. 

 “Is that you?” It’s got to be. It sort of smells like her, at the very least, but it’s hard to tell with all the chemicals in the air. 

[whcwashe]

"Matt?"

The last few days had blurred together, a wash of blood and anxiety, and feelings she could barely describe. It didn't exactly feel like she'd been handling it well, but she'd been handling it, and there had to be something of value to that.

She's not sure she'd taken a deep breath since she'd found him at home. She'd known this was an inevitability from day one. From the moment they'd had that conversation tucked away in his tub, about who he was, and what he did.

It wasn't like she didn't come with her own potential disasters. Maybe she just hadn't expected to come so close to losing him so quickly.

There was still blood under her fingernails. Whether it was his still, or her own -- lingering from her attempts to scrub the remnants of his injuries off her own hands -- was hard to say. Some hind part of her brain had kicked in when she'd found him on the floor, desperate and kicked into immediate action. She'd kept moving until she couldn't anymore. Until someone at the hospital had taken him from her. She'd turned herself off in the mean time. Closed down as best as she could to shut out the ghosts that surrounded them.

She couldn't deal with the idea that he could be another, or that they could be stuck here for days, or that at the end of all this she could be alone. Finally, this time. Because there'd never be someone after him, there couldn't be. He was it. She stopped, and started with him.

Maybe she'd just never really considered it before. The inevitable truth that some day she'd have to figure out how to exist again without him. There was nothing to be done about it, other than holding on as hard as possible.

"Hey ..." The panic of the last few days settles finally when he speaks, and she shifts to pull herself closer, fingers gently finding his hair. God, she had to smell like a disaster at this point. She'd barely moved for two days, determined not to let him out of her sight unless someone tried to force her away. "Yeah, I'm right here." She nods, careful not to jar him any, even as she tries to settle in closer, stiff from two days curled up in a chair. "God, I thought I'd lost you. I'm -- you're okay. It's okay. Can I get you something?"

[monenblogi]

The immediate thud of pillow to face was honestly expected and quite deserved. He would’ve thought that by now he’d at least be a bit more... sensitive. But fuck, John thought they had been safe. Or maybe he was finally just way too old. 

Damn, the demon blood really was potent. 

A swallow, suddenly a bit too painfully aware of the usual habits trying to claw their way forward. Panic, fear, denial, all the expected triggers that he was doing his best to try and shove off. This was Liv. John couldn’t do that to Liv, couldn’t just let her become another number on the list he couldn’t forgive himself for. 

“Sorry...” He picked the pillow up, crossing the few feet to the couch though ultimately he plopped himself on the floor to sit up against it. Give Liv her space but keep himself close if needed. This was... hell, he didn’t even know where to begin. “Alright... what do you wanna do?” 

[whcwashe]

She nearly laughs, sound twisting through her chest and coming out something more akin to a sob.

This was stupid. And it felt like it should have been impossible, except she was smart enough to know it wasn't - it was nature, this was how it worked. And she knew the right answer here, she did. Because they couldn't do this. Absolutely could not. Her father certainly never should have had a kid. She could go on for an hour, listing the various heartbreaks that could have been avoided if she'd just never existed in the first place. It was the kind of thing she spiraled over late at night. Whether or not she was a mistake better avoided entirely, even if she was a mistake someone happened to love.

And John ... well, John was another matter entirely.

You couldn't just continue to pile trauma on top of itself, it had to stop somewhere didn't it?

Except she'd have wanted this, in another life where things still made sense. In a life where her puzzle pieces weren't so full of ghosts. And the delusional, hopeful, stubborn part of herself insisted they could manage this. That some part of it had to be worth it. That maybe you could mix a bunch of damaged pieces together and make something okay.

Maybe she just desperately wanted her hands to be full of something other than blood for once, and she loved him to a reckless degree. The kind of degree she thought people could never really reach, and that had to mean something, didn't it?

"I dunno."

She wipes pitifully at her face for a moment, shrugging as she reluctantly slips herself off the couch to place herself firmly in his lap. Because if she doesn't get some kind of contact here, she'll certainly fall to pieces.

"I want to keep it. I know that's stupid."

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :    ONLY ONE BED .   」    * change pronouns as needed .

‘ why did you book us one room? ’

‘ i’m sleeping on the left. ’

‘ just a warning, i hog the covers. ’

‘ if you snore, i’m hitting you. ’

‘ it’s fine. i’ll take the floor. ’

‘ it’s so hot in here. ’

‘ there’s no way this bed is big enough for you and me. ’

‘ hey! no cover hogging. ’

‘ i didn’t mean to wake you. ’

‘ i have to face the door. ’

‘ come on! i’m so cold. ’

‘ don’t feel like you have the take the floor on my account. ’

‘ we’ll be fine. ’

‘ maybe we should cozy up together. ’

‘ this is going to be the best night ever. ’

‘ the innkeeper said this is the last room. ’

‘ i was having such a good dream, too… ’

‘ there’s not even a couch in here? ’

‘ i think it’s big enough for both of us. ’

‘ you think we could get a refund? ’

‘ can you close the curtains? ’

‘ shh, it’s okay. i’m here. ’

‘ you’re kind of warm. ’

‘ there’s no way we can exchange rooms now. ’

‘ aren’t you cold? ’

‘ don’t look at me! ’

‘ i sleep commando, just so you know. ’

‘ come here. ’

‘ how could i have known? i was in a rush! ’

‘ you have to be freezing down there. ’

‘ i’m not facing you. ’

‘ haha, i never knew you had such bedhead. ’

‘ sorry, did i wake you? ’

‘ do you normally have nightmares like this? ’

‘ this is going to be the worst night ever. ’

‘ sharing a bed with a pretty girl like you? count me in. ’

‘ why the hell did they book a room with a single bed? ’

‘ i know we’re undercover and all, but this is a little extreme. ’

‘ we can sleep in shifts. i’ll take the first watch. ’

‘ don’t even think about cuddling me. ’

‘ it was just a dream. ’

‘ i heard you calling their name. ’

‘ you sleep like a rock. ’

‘ did you know you snore? ’

‘ you did this on purpose, didn’t you? ’

[ladylrbloom]

Love this shoot

[whcwashe]

“ is… is it mine? ” || from the ask box || @monenblogi

There’s a split second where she feels compelled to lie to him. Like that’s something she could ever earnestly accomplish. Of all the skills she’d tried to pick up trailing along after him, that hadn’t been one of them. But she could try. Make some sort of attempt to free him from the very obvious panic that had settled in.

It’s not like she didn’t understand, frankly they’d both been idiots from the start. Their respective genetic lines shouldn’t have come anywhere near each other. It felt like a cosmic disaster waiting to happen, which is why it felt equally stupid to be so conflicted over the whole thing.

She whips a pillow at him from off of the couch, instead of doing anything sensible. “Of course it’s yours, jackass. I wouldn’t involve you in this conversation otherwise.” The last few words are muffled, face pressing into the couch cushions as she buries herself in it. Like pressing herself into the smallest corner possible will settle her stomach somehow. “It’s not like I’ve been sleeping around.”

Idiot. Fuck.

[mythshire]

✦ ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆ ✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 ··· a collection of injuries tended in silence, pain worn like armour, the intimacy of being seen at your worst. genre: hurt and comfort, angst, romance, drama.

• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine. • How long have you been walking around like this? • I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to see how bad it is. • You should have told me the moment it happened. • Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. • This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. • You've been hiding this for days, haven't you. • Who did this to you? I need you to tell me who did this. • Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you. • I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. • I found the bandages in the trash. You want to explain that? • Don't you dare apologize for bleeding on me. • Your hands are cold. That's not a good sign. • I'm not angry. I'm terrified. There's a difference. • Come into the light. Let me see your face. • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can. • You're white as a sheet and still trying to stand up straight. • I could hear you in the night. I didn't say anything. I'm saying something now. • Don't look at it if it makes it worse. Just look at me. • It's not weak to let someone see you hurt. • You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here.  • Lay back. You're not getting up until the color comes back to your face. • I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can. • You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice? • This is going to leave a mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. • I've patched up a lot of people in my time. None of them scared me like you do right now. • You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. • Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. • You're allowed to make a sound. Nobody's watching. • I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me. • You're lucky the cut wasn't deeper.  • Stop apologizing for needing help. Stop it right now. • I've seen what it looks like when someone's used to this. That's what scares me most about you. • Tell me your name. Tell me what day it is. Stay with me. • You're going to be alright. I promise you.  • You went back out there after this? With this? • Nobody takes care of you, do they? That ends tonight. • I've been gentle with you. I need you to be honest with me in return. • You're safe now. You're here, you're safe, and I've got you. Just breathe.

[whcwashe]

HAPPY PRIDEEEEE!!!

[whcwashe]

Lmao, stayed home from work cus im sick as hell so of fucking COURSE the fire alarm keeps going off.

[whcwashe]

You ever been so sick that it makes your teeth hurt?

[soulrph]

pregnancy prompts ( pt. 1 )

i’m seeing a lot of baby fever on the dash lately, PLUS a lovely nonnie asked for angsty pregnancy prompts and i wasn’t able to, so have some lighter baby prompts instead! love to all!

“ is… is it mine? ”

“ have you thought of any baby names? ”

“ i thought the doctor put you on bed rest? ”

“ hey! i got you starbucks! decaf, of course. ”

“ have you had any cravings yet? ”

“ ah… i know. morning sickness is no fun, huh? ”

“ i’m pregnant. ”

“ you’re going to be a mother/father/aunt/uncle/etc. ”

“ i saw the pregnancy test in the trash. ”

“ the pregnancy test… it’s yours. right? ”

“ does the father know? “

“ who’s the father? “

“ it doesn’t matter about the father. i’m here to support you and this baby, no matter what. okay? “

“ you’re not alone. it takes a village to raise a kid, right? “

“ i want… a cheeseburger. with fries. and a strawberry shake. and onion rings… ”

“ that was a kick! ”

“ was that a kick? ”

“ is it a boy or a girl? ”

“ what color paint do you want? for the nursery? ”

“ we need to go shopping! baby clothes, maternity clothes, furniture, all of it! ”

“ i… we should get married. right? that’s what you do, when… when there’s a kid? ”

“ i know it was just a one night stand, but… i’m gonna support you. whatever you decide to do. ”

“ shit… um… i-i’m the dad. right? ”

“ you got that pregnancy glow. ”

“ hey… this is new for both of us. but i reckon you’re going to be a terrific mother/father/parent. ”

“ i… i slept with someone else while we were separated. they won’t pick up their phone, but… i’m not sure if you’re the father or not. ”

“ maybe we should move in together. n-not permanently. just until the baby’s born. ”

“ wait a minute. heartbeats?! plural?! we’re having twins/triplets/etc?! ”

“ woah… this pram costs more than three months rent. ”

“ ikea really knows how to make building a crib stressful… ”

“ god, i’m a mess. i cried yesterday while watching an advertisement for fence paint. hormones are something else… ”

“ can i have your fries? don’t judge me, the baby’s hungry. ”

“ my back’s been killing me for the last month, and i have four more months to go… my chiropractor’s gonna have a field day. ”

“ i know we want this to be a secret, but people are getting suspicious. i can only turn down champagne so many times… ”

“ wanna go with me for the next scan? it’s a big one, we get to keep a copy for the baby book. ”

“ oh, you best believe i’m signing up for all the babysitting duty. ”

“ would you like to be their godfather/godmother? ”

“ i’m their honorary aunt/uncle, let me spoil the little kiddo! ”

“ they have the instructions for this crib in every language except english. they have it in irish! who has it in irish?! ”

“ no! no mayonnaise! it’s bad for pregnant people! ”

“ i took the test nine times, okay, and all of them are positive. this is real. this is happening. ”

“ i always wanted kids… ”

“ that kid’s gonna be the most insanely loved baby in the world. ”

“ don’t look at me like that, okay? we’re going totally tee-total until the baby comes. ”

“ i swear, if i read one more baby book… ”

“ i wouldn’t mind, but all the women i meet when i go outside the door, all have different advice for me. the bump is like a magnet to them… ”

“ i wouldn’t blame you if you walked away, you know. you never signed up for a baby. ”

“ one thing’s for sure… everything’s going to change the minute people find out about the baby. ”

“ here! i got you some take-out. and i researched like, fifty mommy blogs to make sure this stuff was totally safe and healthy for you. ”

“ i don’t know if i ever had a plan for my life, but… if i did, i think pregnancy was later down the road. ”

“ my love, starting a family with you… it’s my greatest wish. but if you’re not ready, that’s okay. what will be, will be. ”

“ hey, why don’t we plan a baby shower! ”

[whcwashe]

Holy shit, I got sick so fast, wtf.

[monenblogi]

why don't you come inside, and we can have a few drinks? - @whcwashe

“You’re gonna invite a guy in his 50s to go drink with you?” The brow couldn’t be helped, but Jack was actually tickled. Touched even, all he was doing was just making sure Liv got back to wherever it was she was staying. 

Hotel wasn’t the nicest of words he wanted to use, but there were probably worse places to stay in town. 

“Y’know, usually the youths would rather do that thing with people more their own age.” But he wasn’t about to be rude and refuse. No, rather Jack was considering the next 24 hours as necessary. It wasn’t like he had to be at work immediately at 7pm, and Liv was... interesting, admittedly. 

“Alright, I could probably afford a drink.” 

[whcwashe]

“What, are you like … worried you can’t keep up?” Lips tick up into a smile, and she winks for good measure as she laughs. “I promise I’ll take it easy on you, if that helps.”

Truthfully she just wasn’t ready to settle herself back into silence just yet. The place was mostly ghost free, which helped immensely, but things got louder when she was left to her own devices.

And sure, maybe she’d done that thing again, where she swiftly developed a crush on the first person to be nice to her for more than twenty seconds, but hey. She could keep that part to herself.

“Yeah, well. I left the only other youths I know in Georgia, so…” another quiet laugh as she shrugs and nods her head inside. Sure, the place wasn’t great, but there was a bar, so that had to count for something.

“I owe you one anyway, considering you took in my chicken.” She pauses, holding the door open. “And I’m very responsible. Won’t keep you out past your bed time, scouts honor.”

[noknowshame]

resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that

[whcwashe]

Have kids with Liv and let her break her generational trauma ok, they’d be weird kids but she’d BE GOOD AT PARENTING.