#Danny is a little ball of sunshine

[dcxdpdabbles]

Jason is babysitting Danny for a day.

Dick didn't want to be at this Gala, but Tim had only been able to hold off the PR team for so long. As the oldest, he needed to show up, especially after Bruce had made an effort to put Dick in charge of a gym and had publicly announced he was leaving shares of his company to Dick.

For the past three hours, he has danced around backhand compliments and poor attempts to invite him to bed. Dick hated it, even when he laughed and smiled like he was having the time of his life.

He would much rather be at home with Danny. His son was a ball of sunshine, even if his existence had been a surprise. Not an unhappy one, but certainly one that he needed to prepare for.

Danny's mother had just shown up one day, dropped him off with water eyes, and demanded Dick care for her son. He thought she was playing some kind of scam, but after some digging, he found she had no choice.

She was in the final stages of a deadly heart disease, and mere weeks after dropping off Danny, she had passed in a risky surgery. He looked into her death to make sure the surgeons had done all they could, but it was clear her death had been the result of her illness.

The surgery was a last-ditch effort with a succession rate of only twenty percent. She likely knew that which is why she had tracked Dick down after their one-night stand and left her one-year-old in his hands.

She even included a letter apologizing for never coming forth with Danny, afraid that someone of Dick's standing would have taken her baby from her. She knew he wasn't a monster like that, but she had not been willing to risk losing her son.

She had no choice once she learned of her chances of survival. She had looked into Dick to the best of her abilities to verify he was a good man that would treat her son well.

Turns out she was all alone in the world and had grown up in the foster system, so she had hoped that Danny would miss out on that life.

Dick had no idea how Lucille could have been that strong on her own. He bought her a better gravestone and tried to honor her memory. He became Danny's guardian upon her confirmed death.

It took them months to get into a swing of things, in which he had faded from public view, hoping to keep his son as far away from attention for as long as he could.

He knew he couldn't protect Danny forever, but he could dream. He did thankfully had Tim and Babs, who worked overtime to help him. Otherwise, he doesn't think he will be able to make it this long with the paparazzi catching a picture of his boy.

His family took shifts to cover for him and tonight it was Jason. His brother made a excused of getting the flu two days ago- having gone to the hospital to sell it- and everyone assumed he was too sick to be here.

In reality, he was babysitting Danny. His brother had been excited to bake cookies and decorate them with his nephew. Dick wishes he could be there if only to take pictures. Danny had a unique way of wrapping everything in the family around his little fingers, and seeing Jason melt in his presence was a joy in and of itself.

Instead, here he was on a Friday night, standing in a room surrounded by luxurious upon luxurious and missing his soft second-hand store couch where his son liked to cuddle while watching cartoons.

Dick was in the middle of a conversation with a few beautiful women who were obviously trying to lead him back to a hotel room. He might have considered it if he hadn't overheard them discussing using him for his money.

At the time, he was Nightwing, but the matter still stood. They thought him an easy meal ticket, and he had to pretend that their sickly, sweet smiles were charming.

Thankfully, his phone rings while one runs her fingers on his arm, so he has the perfect excuse to slap her hand away "accidentally" while reaching for his phone. He gestures it with a small, apologetic smile, stepping away from the group before they can stop him.

Without checking, Dick clicks the call. Even if it's spam, he must act like it was a fundamental issue he couldn't ignore. "This is Dick Grayson."

"Danny's in the walls! I don't know how he goes in there, and I don't know how to get him out!" Jason screams into his ear, sounding both panicked and terrified. "I can hear him, but I can't see him. Come home! Strange things are happening- what is that!? Why is it coming out of the walls!?"

The call ends with the echoing sound of Jason's scream and a monstrous wail. Dick is left listening to the dial sound, wholly frozen with his fake smile and expensive clothes in the corner of the gala. One of the women steps closer to him. "Is everything alright-"

Dick doesn't let her finish her sentence, pushing past her as he breaks into a mad sprint towards the parking lot. He needed to get home yesterday.

He forgot to warn Jason that Danny was a beacon for ghosts and that a haunting had likely arrived while he was away. He knew he had forgotten something on that babysitting list!

[mariastorm]

Phantom proves to the justice League that he is older than he looks by showing up on take your kid to work day with his two children; his twenty year old mammoth of a son ,Dan and his ten year old little ball of sunshine,Dani.

The justice League are thoroughly spooked. Clark especially when he finds out their father is Danny's archenemy.

[harmslength]

(Mostly) NSFW Headcanons - Part II

Disclaimer: Slight spoilers ahead so be warned. Just covering movies I have seen before or know a decent amount about the character. Overall, just my own personal opinions. This is just for shits and giggles so feel free to disagree. I’m also very aware that I’m being a hater rn.

Red Eye (2005) | Wes Craven - Jackson Rippner

• FREAKY ASS DUDE

• probably would learn everything about you before asking you out

• mean asf, like definitely the type to pick on you and call you a cry baby

• loves, loves, loves roleplay, specifically: CNC (Burglar x Sleeping Victim)

• big on humiliating you, probably the type to hold your head down while giving head. Likes his balls being sucked..

• feral mf, loves to use his teeth (ankle biter energy) and eats pussy like a champ [insert slurping noises]

Perriers Bounty (2009) | Ian Fitzgibbon - Michael McCrea

• top contender for best in bed

• grimey little dude.. but hey, bums know how to lay pipe like it’s their god given purpose

• not attached to any particular fetish or kink just very experimental and kinky

• 3 words: tongue in ass. There I said it. Specifically from the back, he will stick his tongue in places god hasn’t even seen.

Broken (2012) | Rufus Norris - Mike Kiernan

• spontaneous and sensual. Probably an exhibitionist lowkey

• can be a bit selfish at times, but definitely makes it a priority to make you cum.

• could definitely see him having a thing for stockings or thigh highs

Inception (2010) | Christopher Nolan - Robert Fischer

• if a boy was a princess it would be him

• DADDY ISSUES

• all bark no bite, he’s a bottom if I’ve ever seen one. Loves being told what to do and how to take it

• big fan of praise and humiliation

• will dom at times but definitely is not his preference

Watched the Detectives (2007) | Paul Soter - Neil Lewis

• Puppy

• horny teenager vibes, probably would fuck you in his office while your bent over his desk

• loves roleplay but in the vanilla way like: cop x criminal, stepsiblings 🤭, strangers, Bonny and Clyde. Just overall loves recreating cheesy pornos.

• loves when you’re all natural down there

• definitely likes to think he’s the one in charge but you would absolutely wear the pants in the relationship

• whiny asf, likes to whimper and pout. Big on theatrics.

Breakfast on Pluto (2005) | Neil Jordan - Patricia Kitten Braden

• the queen herself 👸

• another top contender for best sexual partner

• pillow princess, loves to be taken care of but will absolutely do the same for you. Definitely giving switch vibes

• super tender and sensual, could definitely see a friends to lovers trope here

• LOVES to tease and loves sexual tension. Wandering hands and subtle glances kind of shit

Sunshine (2007) | Danny Boyle - Robert Capa

• needy little freak but in a subtle way

• you would probably have to make the first move

• would probably zone out during sex ngl

• classic fan of gripping hips and neck kisses, relatively vanilla but open to exploring

• nonchalant lover but good bf overall

The Dark Knight Rises (2012) | Christopher Nolan - Jonathan Crane

• say it with me now— Mommy Issues

• don’t be afraid to join in— daddy issues

• probably grew up with his grandma or two loving parents that he despises deeply

• sick little gremlin, probably into sounding or golden showers

• two words: doggy style 😎

• he’s a switch, but mostly doms because he gets off on the thought that he’s better than you

• big on quickies, hump and dump kind of dude. Casual sex, but not super big on multiple partners

• so repulsed by the thought of sex that either the utter crippling shame of it turns him on so much that he acts like a deranged animal

• or is so repulsed that it hinders him and only does it when absolutely necessary

28 Days Later (2002) | Danny Boyle - Jim

• Jim, Jim, Jim — I love him with my whole heart and my whole pussy

• hear me out.. probably the best sex out of everyone HEAR ME OUT

• this man is DEVOTED okay!! Bro would take out an army base of 20 men just to get a lick of pussy (more so, a gentle sensual kiss, shared between two troubled lovers)

• you know he’ll eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Probably would bring his own bib and cutlery js 🙄

• not overly kinky, in fact probably a bit inexperienced, but satisfaction is guaranteed.

[losfacedevil]

My Sunshine // Dad D.R.W

a/n~ I blame this video for these soft dad Danny thoughts lol. Just a short cute little drabble! 

Soft music played in the background as Danny puttered around the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes from lunch. He sang along softly, quickly turning off the faucet and drying his hands on a dish towel before turning to the baby that sat watching from her high chair. 

A soft smile spread across Danny’s face as he made his way over to the high chair, an excited expression growing on the little ones face as he came into view. He inspected the tray in front of her, happy to see she had eaten more than half of the avocado he had given her. 

“Does this mean we can we add avocado to the list of things you like?” He cooed, quickly pulling a wipe from the package and cleaning up any remnants of food off of her little face and fingers. An excited scream erupted from the little one as if in answer to his question, little hands flapping as he moved to pull her up and out of her chair. 

“Mamas gonna be so excited to hear how much you ate.” 

He held the little one on his hip, her body so tiny compared to her fathers. Her bottom slotted perfectly into the crease of his elbow as he held her tiny hand in his large one, gently spinning in circles as he sang along to music. 

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey.”

Giggles erupted from the little girl as he changed his grip on her, easily slipping his hands under her arms and raised her up into the air. Her face contorted in shock as he pulled her down towards him quickly, mimicking that of a fall. 

“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don’t take my sunshine away.” 

A soft chuckled emanated from his chest as he curled his arm under her bottom once more, situating her back on his hip as he peppered her little face with soft kisses. A squeal of delight erupted from the baby girl as she clapped her hands. 

“How about we go play some? How’s that sound, Sis?” 

He made his way into the living room, eyes dancing over the room as he mentally took inventory of where her toys were stored the night before. Bending down he pulled the tummy time mat out, tossing it into the middle of the living room floor as he debated taking the arms securing the hanging toys off of it. She giggled as she almost lost her battle with gravity, leaning back just a little too far. 

Danny’s face contorted in fear, large hand quickly pressing to the baby’s back to steady her tiny body; resting her shoulder safely between his arm and ribcage. The baby cooed, balling her tiny fists into her dads shirt. 

“That wasn’t nice, don’t give Dada a heart attack, girlfriend.” She stared up at him, big brown doe eyes twinkling with excitement; babbling a bit as she smacked her hands against Danny’s chest. 

“Oh is that so? Mama would lose her mind if you fell.” He chuckled, sinking to the floor and crossing his legs in front of him. He sat his daughter on the tummy time mat, quickly turning to pull pillows off of the couch to surround her with; tossing them in her general direction and earned himself a giggle from her.

The little girls eyes were trained on the dangling toys in front of her, a warped play mirror spinning lightly as she reached up and swatted at it. He arranged the pillows around her so she’d have a soft landing when she inevitably lost her balance and toppled over.  

“Who’s that baby in the mirror, hmm, Sunshine? Is that you?” He cooed, laying on his side as he reached up and steadied the mirror. She poked at the mirror with her little finger, babbling away at the warped image of herself in the reflective plastic. 

“You have so many stories to tell today - oops, uh oh!” He exclaimed, a chuckle slipping past his lips as she fell backwards with a soft thud against the pillow behind her. 

Pulling himself into a seated position he watched as she tired to right herself, rolling off of the pillow and resting on her tummy on the mat. She seemingly tested the waters, pressing her hands against the floor as she lifted her torso up off of the floor. Her gaze fell on Danny as he reached over and ruffled the mop of brown curls that covered her head as she  pushed herself up on all fours. 

His eyes widened as he watched her closely, her head tipped down to look underneath her body. She gently rocked back and forth, a clear sign of a milestone on the horizons. 

“Look how strong that avocado made you! You’re gonna be crawling all over this house before we know it, huh?” He questioned, readjusting his position on the floor as he laid down in front of her. 

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Tag list: @jordierama

[winterflwers]

the nu gang as kpop idols

spongebob as sunoo (enhypen)

- balls of sunshine

- can also be badasses

- has a heart of gold

- their smiles brighten up the world

timmy as beomgyu (txt)

- funny af

- super loud

- can be a little shit sometimes

- loveable dorks

jimmy as jimin (bts)

- their names are similar

- science nerds

- kinds clumsy (jimmy's inventions exploding and jimin falling off chairs)

- smol but could kick your ass

danny as jungkook (bts)

- duality kings

- fearless and brave

- protects the people they love and care

- charming and charismatic

[doveabovetheworld]

Greta Van Fleet as…

Greek Gods!!

Josh:

Josh is so Apollo coded like it’s not even funny. He’s amazing at singing, he can play his little tambourine, he writes a lot of the lyrics for the songs Greta makes, and he’s also amazing at drumming! He is quite literally like a ball of sunshine and he’s so talented (as are the other three). You honestly cant help yourself when you see and hear Josh’s smile and laugh. Its a very intoxicating thing and he just brings joy to you. He himself is joy. He’s the sun. His voice is so soothing and beautiful as well! He’s just an amazing and talented soul in general!

Jake:

Jake being Dionysus is honestly so fitting for him. He seems to be the kind of person to prefer wine over any other alcoholic drink. Dionysus was sometimes depicted to be a long haired, feminine youth and Jake seems to fit that position pretty well in my opinion. Dionysus was also said to be a very loud and raucous and although Jake doesn’t really fit that personality wise, he plays guitar and the guitar (specifically electric) is known to be a pretty loud instrument. Also can we not forget Oliver Fuckin’ Reed?? He is so Dionysus coded.

Sammy:

Sam reminds me of Hermes for a couple reasons. First off, Hermes was known to be a cunning and trickster god who was also a thief. And all though Sam isn’t a thief, he’s very much cunning and a trickster. Sam’s super outgoing and his personality is so silly that you cant tell me he doesn’t play pranks on the other three boys almost daily. He has this young soul and aura to him that makes him seem super fun to be around. Another thing is that there’s this mythe about Hermes and Apollo (this olays into Josh being Apollo, yes) that shows how Hermes and Apollo were pretty close with one another.

Danny:

Danny being Eros is something a lot of fans can agree on. At first I was going to put Danny as Poseidon but than I saw that picture of him in the middle and knew that he was Eros. Danny is a beautiful person who just captures your focus onto him and makes your mind wander. He’s pure beauty. Eros was said to be the son of Aphrodite and being one of the most beautiful gods and honestly that fits Danny so, so well. Danny looks like he himself could be a god with how enticing he is. Not only are his looks beautiful but his personality is as well. He seems so sweet and loving and just an amazing person!

Mood boards and descriptions made by; me

A/N; I may do GVF as different gods from different mythologies around the world if this one gets good review so stay tuned for that! Also my first Sam fic coming by next week!!

[puella-peanut]

Random Lakreese thoughts since I reread your cute little fic of the two of them bickering, I love how they refer to each other by their last names when they're fighting even though this is a totally different au. Lol.

John thinks of Daniel as a kitten a lot, I wonder if he ever calls him that in bed?

An as of untouched trope we're sleeping on- uniform kink.

I wonder what Lucille's reaction was to her little sunshine boy settling down with a man like that. If at first she was shocked by the age difference and didn't think John was worthy of Daniel, thinking he was just a grumpy old man.

Random Lakreese thoughts since I reread your cute little fic of the two of them bickering, I love how they refer to each other by their last names when they're fighting even though this is a totally different au. Lol.

So, they're not married in the original ficlet (only because it's the 90s, and gay marriage has not been legalized yet) but...

If they are married, it’s just their snippy little way of reminding the other that their hyphenated, shared surname can go back to being just their own respective surname if the other isn’t careful! 

“Yeah? Well I think I like the sound of LaRusso better than LaRusso-Kreese anyway! So there!” *Angry little pout*

“Fine with me. And it is, or was—Kreese-LaRusso, kid.” *Brooding intensifies.*

If not, they’re just being shits to each other. 

John thinks of Daniel as a kitten a lot, I wonder if he ever calls him that in bed? 

I am so partial to Prima Donna being John’s petname of choice for Daniel—especially if it starts off as something condescending (like in KK1), and then evolves over time into a term of total, if teasing, endearment. Like here. 

As for kitten...

So, John’s so not a cat person, in fact, he dislikes them, cold-hearted little bastards that they are. If anything, he’s fine with dogs—big ones, powerful ones, strong and useful ones like Rottweilers and Cane Corsos, etc. (Disclaimer: Daniel loves all dogs, huge and tiny and in-between with an unholy passion. Yes, even Chihuahuas!). Moving on, John is also rather partial to reptiles. Snakes, especially...heh.

But, like you said, he does think of Daniel being kitten-like a lot. After all, the boy is small and fussy, always in-and-out of trouble; loves snuggles and cuddles and being petted. He curls up just like a kitten would on a chair, or a cushion, or against John himself—which is something John looks forward to after a long day at work. (Not that he’ll say that outloud.) Also: Daniel is agile and quick on his feet, light, skittish, and surprisingly graceful. He laps up affection and tenderness like a kitten would milk. He sits where he pleases—the countertop, the ladder outside, the hood of his their cars. Plops himself onto John’s lap whenever he feels like it, and plays with his chest hair like a kitten would a ball of yarn. And he is very cute in the morning, when his hair is all tousled, and he’s curled up in John’s arms, warm and soft and pliant, and mumbling, still more than half-asleep, just five more minutes, John...

(No, Daniel is the only “cat” John tolerates, aka—can’t live without.)

Anyway, John’s not huge on nicknames (or more than one petname, that's excessive) and besides, Daniel is a perfectly reasonable name. He most certainly doesn’t call him Danny, or sweetheart, or darling (that’s for Silverusso land), but if he’s gotta have one, then Prima Donna is his go-to, especially when Daniel is being...just that. 

He does occasionally call Danial a kitten, but only in the bedroom. John can’t help it—the little mewls of pleasure Daniel makes when John has him at his mercy, the higher-pitched sighs and cries, the tiny nips on his skin, and nail-shaped-scratches he leaves on John’s body, especially his back. The way his pupils dilate in his haze of lust, swallowing up the brown as if it never was. Then those soft little purrs of contentment in John’s arms after he’s been fucked good. And his eyes, always so large and pretty, turned all soft and glassy when he looks up at John under his lashes afterwards with a lazy smile. 

Oh, he’s a kitten all right. John’s very own, adorable little pet.

(And if John came home one day to find Daniel in a simple collar, or maybe a red satin ribbon with a little bell at his throat—well! Well, well, well.)

An as of untouched trope we're sleeping on- uniform kink.  

Mm, Top Gun AU anyone? An Officer and a Gentleman AU? 

John has...preferences, but, bless him, he either doesn't know or care about kinks. He likes what he likes, and does what he likes and that's it. He's anything but fuss and feathers, and while he's Very Good in the bedroom, it's without added effects. Daniel's gotta provide that if he wants to add a bit more fun to the (admittedly great) sexytimes.

I can totally see Daniel having a thing for John in uniform. Getting John to wear it and roleplay is the hard part, he’s such a deliberate, un-imaginative, serious man and not showy. Maybe Daniel can drop a few choice words when things start getting hot like “soldier boy”, “Captain”...maybe act like a distressed, helpless civilian in need of rescuing or something from this rugged army man. Acts of service is John’s love language after all, and calling him Captain is definitely a huge turn on for him. Just keep pushing John slowly in that direction Daniel, and you’ll probably succeed in getting him to rail you good in his military best. Or like, just up the brat factor for an attitude reset delivered by your favorite Captain via prostrate. 

(Anyway, before they officially get together, Daniel probably comes across Kreese’s military pictures, takes one look at this strapping, macho man in uniform and...)

Daniel: Drop everything and rail me now while wearing this.

John: ?

Daniel: ...Please, Captain.

John: !

I wonder what Lucille's reaction was to her little sunshine boy settling down with a man like that. If at first she was shocked by the age difference and didn't think John was worthy of Daniel, thinking he was just a grumpy old man. 

Well damn, you’re the third person who has deposited something along these lines in my inbox after I wrote the ficlet—clearly I need to write something about this too! :3

Thanks for the ask! :D

[andtherestishistory13]

Nicknames I would give Greta Van Fleet members if I knew them in real life:

Josh: fluff ball, fuzzy, sunshine, Fozzie Bear (from the Muppets)

Jake: guitar hero, possum (he reminds me of George Jones sometimes), Captain (as in Jake Sparrow, this would be his name in my phone), Cob (as in JaCOB)

Danny: Danny boy, bear, jolly green giant, little drummer boy

Sam: Sammy boy, string bean, beanpole, Sammy plain and tall,

I’m sure there are more, but these are just at the top of my head

[fairy-lights-and-blobs]

Idea:

The Phandom really likes giving Danny a lot of titles.

Chief among them being The Balance, and The Bridge Between Life and Death.

Danny can see the unseen.

Tiny blob Ghosts that can't yet get strong enough to be visible flock to the ecto in his aura. So al along the day Casper High see Danny start giggling at random times, for no reason. They think he's finally gone mad.

Until, just as Lancer is considering calling him out on it, right in front of the whole class, the little blobs finally charge enough to vibe visible, and suddenly Danny is absolutely COVERED in tiny blob ghosts, chirping and wiggling against his neck and in his hair, and trying to crawl under his shirt because they're curious about how clothes work.

A collective "Ah, that would explain it" moment for everyone in that classroom.

Small ghostly rodents and birds chase each other around his ankles and head. One particularly brave starling nestles in his hair for a bit, until a small natural portal opens up and it flies away after it's companions.

He comes across a pregnant lady in the store, and while her husband helps get that baby carrier they've been eyeing down from the upper rack, she sees this twig of a kid with green glowing eyes waving at her. So naturally she waves back, but he's not looking at her. He looks at her baby, kicking away like the energetic ball of sunshine they are, and whispers a blessing at her before leaving

"Was that the Fenton kid?"

"Uh...yeah...? I think he just blessed us or something? I think he was waving at the baby?"

"You think he can see them?"

At school, hes the only one who's allowed to go anywhere near the group of trees the local crowd have taken over as their nesting grounds, and he keeps feeding them, and praising their hatchlings...while they're still in the egg.

I think Danny should get to see the dead that joined his people in the Realms, and those about to be born, especially those that are former ghosts but being reincarnated into another life.

Can you imagine being the couple that is set to raise Ember's next life?

Or better yet, Pariah Dark?

You go to sleep in the arms of your dear Beloved, and in your dreams you see the Personification of Sleep and Dreams that took the whole city under their spell once.

No biggie, you and everyone e else has seen Nocturne in a dream before, and woke up just fine the next day.

Except this time he's joined by...you assume it's Phantom, but he looks made of stardust, and galaxies, and there's twin quasars that swirl contemplatively. He's barely anything-shaped, and looks more like he'd fit in somewhere like Bloodborne, or on the cover an H.P. Lovecraft book.

Wings unfurl and peacock feathers stare at you with eyes that glimmer like gemstones, and the galaxies rotate, singing in conjunction between Sleep and Space.

And they come with a message.

"Pariah Dark, former Ghost King, has been dethroned, as you know."

Yeah, who could forget the time when the whole city got pulled into the Ghosts' dimension?

Nocturne picks up where Phantom stops.

"The Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep has proven...ineffective at dealing with the problem permanently. Therefore the Ancients have gathered, to find alternatives."

Ok, making sense so far. If it don't work, try a new option.

"Phantom, among others, has put forth the option of attempting to rehabilitate Pariah, and rebirth has the potential for the best results. Therefore, parents must be chosen. And, at Phantom's behest, you have been considered and found to be ideal."

Wait, what? Phantom said what?! Confusion abounds, and you have no fucking clue WHY the local hero would consider you a good mother to a dead Tyrant!!!!

"I don't know if you remember this, but...I remember when I'd just started out, and had no idea what was going on or what I could even do." Space curls in on itself, and Phantom solidifies in front of you...scratching at his neck like an anxious kid. "The reason why I mentioned you, among our options, as the best candidate, is because I remember when you found me...and I was mid-breakdown after a really rough fight. You didn't hesitate. You saw a kid needing help, and you set aside all the anti-ghost stuff, and hugged me until I was ok."

And oh, yeah, now you remember that. It had seemed like the natural thing to do at the time. If there's a kid having an panic attack, you do your best to help them through it. You did it before for one of your little cousins. Evidently, it meant so much more to this kid.

"You seem like a genuinely good person. Not because you're perfect every day. But because you naturally choose kindness whenever you can. And that's rare. Very rare, and you don't have to accept. I know it's a big responsibility, to raise the former Ghost King's reincarnation. But I just had to as least ask, right? Nothing ventured, nothing gained, or whatever?"

Phantom's starting to ramble, so you cut him off by resting your hand on his head and scratching like he's a small cat.

"Count me in, kiddo."

"You're accepting?"

"I mean, we've been trying for a kid, so this comes at the right time. But if the baby stars glowing or making me float, I'm borrowing Skulker's tech and hunting you down for sport until you help me get all the ghost stuff under control."

where's my Danny that can see the ghosts no one else can see.

where's my Danny constantly watching all the spirits of little rodents and roadkill roaming the town, the ones that aren't strong enough to manifest to the point to be seen by humans, but can definitely be seen by a fellow ghost.

where's my Danny being able to see and smell the auras of all the humans around him to the point where he can pinpoint someone's exact emotion without even speaking to them.

where's my Danny that can hear all the otherworldly sounds human ears fall deaf to.

where's my Danny that people give funny looks to bc they see him bending down and talking to thin air.

where's my Danny who's the only one able to perceive these things and see beyond the veil?

[yllem]

My Grandma Died

I have avoided this post for a long time. Today is January 2nd, 2024. I haven't written in several months and this is a very hard post to make.

Mid October was one of the craziest weeks of my life. Let's start with Monday:

October 16th: I hear that the first client I ever signed is looking to get out of their contract. I win $170 in an NFL pick em's league. Low. High. I receive a call from Kelli, Bruce's girlfriend. This seemed weird. It was after 11pm in Ohio and she does not call me. I answer the phone expecting bad news. My dad had been in Ohio a lot in 2023 visiting his parents, mostly my grandpa who was not doing very well. I was prepared to hear the hard words from Kelli.

She says something like: "Melly, I don't know how else to say this, but I can imagine you know that I'm not calling with good news. Grandma had a stroke. She's in a coma and it's a matter of days. We can't get ahold of your dad." I shot up in bed. GRANDMA? I immediately call Laura who I know will be across the hall. She relays the message to which he responds "whaaaaaaat" three times. I forgot to mention the coma, but he goes to call Bruce. On the phone with Laura I hear him reenter the room, she is in the kitchen with mom, and say "yeah, my mom is going to die."

While all of this is going on, Bob is in the hospital. They think he may have cancer.

The rest of the week is sad. Dad does not give any updates to me, so I hear everything from Laura. There isn't much to say.

October 19th, 2023: Dad sends a text at 1:34pm letting us know grandma has passed away. It is all very surprising and fast. Mom calls me. She says it's the best ending for her. She was a worrier and didn't have to feel scared about dying. She didn't have to deal with the pain or suffering of sickness. Her ending, while surprising, was very peaceful.

I still feel the emptiness that she filled. The sadness is different than when grandpa had died last August.

October 21st: Mom and Laura leave for Ohio. Dad calls asking if Joe can stay with Belle. He's been attacked by two pitbulls on the run and needs to get stitches. Tim continues to be a pain in the ass about when we will leave together for Ohio (has flag football and softball on Monday nights). He eventually comes to his senses.

October 22nd: I am in Chicago because Joe and I have fall ball playoffs. Our team has a chance at the championship. We win game one and go on to the 3pm game. This team has only one loss: to us the weekend prior. During the second or third inning a girl on our team has her first seizure in the dugout. Her parents were not there. She had mentioned a strong headache and then that she couldn't see. She started a groaning cry before collapsing in Bob and Joe's arms who were steadying her. A mom on the other team is a nurse and times everything. She is a great help. The player is taken away by ambulance with her younger sister. She makes a full recovery. The team goes on to win, not by one like last weekend, but by 7. We lose in the championship on the 24th, but it was a great team to be a part of.

October 23rd: Tim and I go to Ohio and it is sad. It is sad to see my grandpa who spent more than 65 years loving her and all of her quirks. They spent every day together and I'm sure she filled much of his quiet days brought on by old age.

October 24th: Everyone worried about grandpa during the wake. The casket is closed because Grandpa says that's what she wanted. Mousey, Danny, Dee Dee, Mark, Grandma, Eileen, Tom, and Anita come. The funeral is sad as Bruce's friend Frank chokes up during the funeral. Dad, Tim, Taylor, Bruce, Chris, and Mack are pallbearers. Dad, Mom, Bruce, and Grandpa sit in the front. Dad chokes up after setting down the casket about how light it is. He tried hard to keep it together, but little things get that man.

The weather is beautiful. Despite it being end of October, the weather is near 80 degrees. There is lots of sunshine. She wouldn't have to be cold.

The luncheon is at Bennetts. Tim, Laura, and I grab hamburger wagon for the non-Ohio guests to try. We spend the day at a bar later with Kaley, Chris, Madison, and the girls. It felt like good bonding.

Ohio is a sad place to be these days. A reminder that, eventually, we all must go. I am not good with loss and it is sad to see my grandpa get older and older- something we did not witness with my other grandpa given his distance. It is still nice to visit the cousins. I will be sad to update this again, eventually.

[gridgirldrabbles]

danny ric and words of affirmation. literally sunshine and grumpy pls! sunshine obv danny. im obsessed w this trope

everyone had said you and Daniel were like chalk and cheese, and if you were being honest with yourself you knew they were right

Dan was often labelled as a walking ball of sunshine, his gorgeous smile plastered on his face for most of the day

you however, a bit more grumpy than Dan was known to be

you weren’t even that grumpy, but compared to Dan and his constant happiness you looked constantly grumpy

Daniel loved to tease you for this

especially when you woke up in the mornings, the frown on your face giving away how much you hated getting up early

‘how can you be smiling this early in the morning?’ you would ask him, cuddled up against his side as he ate his breakfast

‘how could I not? it’s a gorgeous day, I’ve got the most gorgeous girl by my side, it’s gonna be a great day’ his words would make you blush and get you in a better mood for the morning

whenever you would have a bad day, the grumpiness wasn’t something you could easily hide

the look of thunder on your face told Dan all he needed to know

‘come on my little apple slice, let’s get you into some comfy clothes and I want you to come dance round the kitchen with me’

you would resist at first, not in the mood to be silly right now

but as soon as Dan turned on the music and grabbed your hand, you couldn’t resist his puppy eyes

‘I love you, you know that right’

‘never doubted it, Danny boy’

[almanacrat]

Up the Wall (part one)

Jake Kiszka x femReader

~The majority vote was in favor of an enemies to lovers Jake fic, so here it is~

Summary: One of Y/n’s best friends brings her home to meet the family. She hits it off with all of them, but one of them immediately drives her up the wall, which will make for an interesting dinner and an even more interesting dynamic.

“It’ll be fine.” Sam slung an arm around Y/n as he dug out his house key.

Sam and Y/n had been college buddies for a while. Y/n was shy in big groups, so during class she barely uttered a word if she didn't have to and sat in the back by herself. Though she was friendly and polite, being in big groups made her nervous. Sammy was the exact opposite; fun and outgoing. Sam was the little ball of sunshine in every class, bringing joy and life with him wherever he went. He could talk to anyone, but he found that the shy kids were always the best people to talk to. Behind a wall of silence sat many undiscovered secrets, and Sam loved to learn who each of them really was. Because of this, it was no surprise to Danny when Sam decided to sit next to the quiet kid in his art history class. At first, Y/n found Sammy to be obnoxious, but became more comfortable and closer with him over time.

 The two were strictly friends, feeling too much like brother and sister to have any kind of underlying spark between them. Sam even became a little bit protective of her at times, shielding her from creepy old men at bars and protecting her drink while she was away.

The metallic jingling of Sammy’s keys whipped Y/n back into reality as the front door of his house opened and warm light graced the porch. Sammy had invited her to have dinner with his family, and it made her nervous. She was about to be judged by all of her best friend’s family members, and she hated it, but she decided she would do it for Sammy after he begged for days. So, that evening Y/n put on some brown bellbottoms with a light green top and braced herself for the evening. 

Y/n knew from how Sam talked about his family that they were kind and accepting, but she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if they hated her. What if they kicked her out of the house because they disliked her so much? She was already feeling bad due to an unpleasant interaction she had this morning.

Y/n was walking back to her car in the parking lot of a drug store when someone rounded the corner of their car and rammed into her, causing the person to drop their stuff. The man quickly scooped it up before she had time to help him, then swore at her. 

“What the fuck!” He yelled angrily.

“Woah, back off dude.” She took a step back, really wishing she had Sammy to ward this guy off. 

“You need to look where you're fucking walking.” The man’s voice was still raised to a loud volume.

“I was looking where I was going! It’s not my fault you rounded the corner of your car so fast.” Y/n blurted out, angry that he was mad at her.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been walking so close to my car.” The man wouldn't let it go, and neither would Y/n. 

The wind played with his long brunette hair as his eyes darkened angrily. Y/n wanted to step on his clean Chelsea boots and walk away, but she was stubborn as a mule.

“Oh, I’m sorry for not walking in the middle of the fucking street! Next time I’ll walk right in the center so I can get run over!” 

“You’re so fucking pretentious!” The man shouted, throwing his arms up in the air.

“Thats rich coming from someone who doesn't know me. I think you’re a snob.” Y/n shot back before storming off to her car and slamming the door.

Vera didn't have any more time to think as Sammy grabbed her hand, bringing her with him into the house.

“Sammy, I look like Shaggy from fucking Scooby Doo.” Vera realized as gave her outfit a once-over. 

Sam looked her up and down, then began to laugh as he realized that she did indeed dress like Shaggy. 

“Ruh-roh, Raggy.” Was the only thing that Sammy said before his mother’s voice flooded the corridor.

“I think Sammy is here!” Her voice was warm and inviting, but the thought of meeting a group of new people froze Y/n’s blood. 

“Yep.” Sam called back to her, giving Y/n a look of exaggerated excitement before leading her into the living room where the most of the Kiszkas sat.

“Oh, dear, it’s so nice to meet you!” Karen exclaimed, pulling Y/n into a hug. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Kiszka.” Y/n smiled over her nerves, hoping to give an amiable impression. 

“Aren’t you precious. This is my husband, Kelly.” Karen announced as Kelly shook Y/n’s hand. 

“I’m Ronnie.” Sam’s sister had left her spot on the couch to greet Y/n. 

“I’m sure Josh will be down when he hears you’re here. Just a fair warning, Josh will make you his new friend.” Sammy cautioned.

Y/n had heard plenty about the twins before, especially Josh. Crazy stories of him surfaced during late-night discussions with Sam. Y/n knew it could be overwhelming to endure his presence, but she wasn't sure how overwhelming. 

“He’s up there messing with his hair.” Ronnie rolled her eyes, then she and Sam started laughing. 

“It’s not even hair anymore.” The two continued to snicker, “Just a ball of fuzz.” 

“Speak of the devil.” Ronnie remarked as a crash was heard from upstairs, followed by Josh bounding down the stairs. 

“Is she here?” Josh asked before he was even at the bottom of the stairs.

“Calm down, Josh. She’s right here.” Karen soothed, trying to calm the raging wildfire that was Josh Kiszka.

“Hi. I’m Josh.” Josh shook Y/n’s hand enthusiastically, his eyes alive with the spirit of a thousand torches and a large grin adorning his face. 

“Y/n.” Y/n introduced herself.

“I know your name. Your Sammy’s best friend... for now.” Josh made an evil face before laughing. 

“What is he on?” Y/n asked Sammy quietly.

“I don't know, but he needs a melatonin.” Sammy said lowly.

“Do you want me to go get Jake?” Josh asked.

“That would be nice, honey.” Karen answered, letting out a small sigh when he dissapeared back up the stairs. “Josh can be very high energy sometimes.” 

“I was warned beforehand.” Y/n said, making Karen let out a little laugh. 

Only a few seconds later, Josh came bebopping back down the wooden steps, declaring Jake’s arrival. The wood of the upstairs floor creaked from the weight of years of running and jumping that went on up there. Y/n watched as a pair of brown Chelsea boots stepped onto the landing, praying to whatever gods were out there that her instinct were wrong. Unfortunately, they were not. Y/n shuddered internally as she saw him walking down the stairs. Jake met her eye as he walked down the stairs, and both cringed subtly as they recognized each other, eyes widening in horror. Sam’s brother was the prick that yelled at her in the parking lot.

“Fuck” Was Y/n’s only thought as she realized she would be eating dinner with him.

-

A/n: I hope you liked the first chapter of the new series! I will be starting a tag list, so if you want to be added just comment saying so or message me:) 

Also, do you guys want smut in this because I feel personally inclined to put it in there (eventually).

[cjsmalley]

Playgroups and Karens

“Welcome!” the leader said, “I’m Nancy. And you are?”

It was polite of her; because everyone knew who they were.

“I’m Danny, she’s Sam, and this,” he motioned to Damian, “is Damian. We’re here for the playgroup?”

Nanny nodded and pointed out a little girl already playing on the little playground, “That’s my daughter, Liz. Welcome to the playgroup, Danny, Sam, and Damian of course.”

Danny set his boy down and Damian made a beeline for the foam ball pit; another little boy joined him.

Danny and Sam, too, were quickly welcomed into the parent group, despite being easily the youngest there.

The other parents took them under their wings, sharing tips and tricks for managing a toddler and life in general. Danny and Sam soaked all of it up, glad to make parent friends.

It wasn’t all sunshine and roses though; a parent, a mother named Selma, disapproved of teen parents of any sort, heroes or not and made her opinions known by her attitude.

Her son, Theodore, was not allowed to play with Damian and Selma herself spoke to Danny and Sam patronizingly, making jabs at their ages and lack of knowledge.

However, the other parents rallied around the teens, calling Selma out.

Danny and Sam, for their parts, remained polite and respectful and didn’t single Theodore out as Selma did Damian but protecting their son all the same.

The only time they raised their voices to Selma was when she took Damian to take unfairly.

Parents weren’t allowed to punish other children without just cause.

But Selma watched Damian like a hawk for any infraction.

She would try to swoop down on him, loudly declaring whatever he did as ‘Bad’ until another parent interceded and fended her off.

She would then accuse Danny and Sam of spoiling Damian and not understanding proper discipline.

They did in fact understand discipline but refused to be the type of parent Selma was, forever criticizing their child.

In fact, the teen parents, and Uncle Tucker, were followers of so called gentle parenting. They refused to use physical punishment and tried not to even raise their voices at Damian (or Danielle for that matter).

Selma, however, was a hover-parent, forever helicoptering poor Theodore.

The other parents explained to Sam and Danny that she had always been like that, she had been even worse with her older daughter, Nora.

Danny,” Sam declared after a particularly charged encounter with Selma, “if I ever start acting like her, commit me!”

“Yes, Dear.”

Wished Away 4

Do The Research (or, How to Sell Your Sister's Soul):

The Ghost King paused, blinking, “You’re not actually trying to sell her soul?”

“No!” Buffy shouted, “I want to sell my soul for her!”

The King blinked some more, “But the ritual sells Dawn’s soul, not yours.”

He stopped floating and poked at the ritual circle, pointing out, “You used the right runes to sell her soul, not yours.”

“I wanna sell my soul,” Buffy assured, almost desperately.

“Okay, time out,” the King made the motions needed, “why are you trying to sell me souls? What for?”

And so Buffy explained and the King listened attentively, asking questions as needed and obviously already planning an offense.

The King, Danny, clapped his hands, “Okay, so here’s how we’ll play this. I’ll accept Dawn Summers’ soul—ah, ah, ah, hear me out, Buffy—like I said, I’ll take Dawn back with me to my dimension while we all work together on this Glory situation. After the dust settles, I’ll send her back. I don’t actually want her soul. So I’ll technically own her soul but we’ll do…shared custody? If that’s okay with you?”

He thought some more, “I’ll also pay her bills; like child support.”

The Scoobies boggled.

“That’s it?” Xander finally asked, “you wanna…adopt Dawnie?”

“Yes? That’s how we treat any kids I get sold. Adopted. Ours. Dawn would be my fourth child, second daughter…although I would probably just act as her uncle in this case. Her care and keeping would still fall to me.”

“Buffy,” Anya spoke up, “take the deal. I don’t think he’s lying.”

“But—”

“Slayer,” murmured Spike, “he isn’t lying. Bloke’s bein’ honest. Take the deal, protect the Nibblet.”

“What do we tell everyone while I’m gone?” Dawn asked.

“That you went to yer wanker of a da,” Spike answered quickly, “he took ya away from Sunnyhell, finally answered his phone after yer Mum died.”

“We’ll pack some things, make it look good,” Willow added, “we’ll pack a lot of your things, like you really are moving out.”

“Everyone will be upset you’re gone,” Tara agreed softly, “so it’ll be an easy charade.”

“I do want copies of her medical records,” Danny spoke up mildly, before asking, “So, Buffy Summers, do we have a Deal?”

“Dawn?”

“If he can help with Glory—”

“If I can’t, I can find someone who can.”

“Then I’ll go with him.”

Buffy nodded, squared her shoulders and said, “Then we have a Deal.”

Danny nodded, “Well, then Dawn Summers, welcome to the family.”

Within the day things were packed and the needed files were gathered.

The Scoobies met Dawn’s new family, or, well, part of it.

Who quickly absorbed the entirety of the Scoobies into the family, very few questions asked and most of them about allergies and favorites.

Even Spike was accepted, though the King’s parents had questions for him about his biology.

Eventually, though, it was time to say goodbye and Dawn was taken through a portal.

Danny and his eldest son—who refused to give any other name than ‘Chat Noir’, or, in English, the Black Cat—stayed behind as the atmosphere shifted into something decidedly more…tactical.

[missymurphy1985]

The Co-Star - Cillian Murphy X Fem!Reader One Shot

Warning - smut

Backstory - you're Cillian's costar in Danny Boyle's Sunshine, playing the on-ship doctor... And your costar has certainly taken a shine to you....

Prompt - "shh, you don't want the others to hear, do you?" / "what pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?"

Requested? Kinda - I can make my own requests, right...?

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08

You and the rest of the cast were in the living room playing Monopoly. After a long day of filming crazy scenes attached to wires, flying through the air against a green screen, slamming into spaceships - your costar, Cillian, had taken himself to his room. The poor guy had been dangled by his groin most of the afternoon, and he was limping on his way back up the the apartment you were all sharing. Danny Boyle, the director, insisted on you all living together during filming to build the rapport you'd all need on camera.

To his credit, it had worked well. You all got on like a house on fire. Even you were laughing at Chris's corny jokes now, though it had taken you nearly three weeks to understand his bizarre sense of humour...

Your closest colleague onset though was Cillian. You shared many of the same interests - books, TV shows, the man had an encyclopedic knowledge of music that had you enthralled by him so much that you'd heard the rest of the cast had started taking bets to see when you two would hook up. None of them told you to your face of course, but you felt their stares when the two of you were locked in conversation over a mutual favourite album, or a book you'd both read. Plus the fact you'd overheard Chris talking to Cliff about it earlier that day. £20 to the winner apparently.

The attraction was undeniable - although you had no idea if he felt the same way.

Until tonight.

Walking past his room on your way from the bathroom once the game was over and Chris had won (again), you saw his light still on. Knocking the door lightly, you heard him say to come in.

"Hey, just checking you were okay?" You smiled, seeing him lay in bed reading. He smiled back and put the book down, inviting you inside.

"I'm good, although I may have eliminated my chances of having kids one day," he chuckled, grimacing as he sat up in bed.

You sat next to him, over the duvet.

"What you reading?"

"Ulysees. And now my head hurts as much as my balls do."

"Fucking hell, even I'm not brave enough to tackle that..."

"The book or my balls?"

You nearly choked from laughing, but you couldn't stop your cheeks from burning a little as he nudged you playfully.

"I take it you're a bit bruised down there?"

"I haven't looked doc," he grinned, playing on your character's profession.

"Need me to take a look, Capa?"

He raised his eyebrow at you. A moment of silence, and you swore you saw him glance down at your breasts, hidden below the cotton material of your strappy vest top.

"Wanna keep your eyes on mine, there?" You smirked, and he shook his head.

"Why? The view I have is pretty decent."

He tilted your chin round to face him, and stroked your cheek, and you could feel yourself moving closer to him. Inching nearer, and finally, after three weeks of incessant flirting your lips met his.

And three weeks of flirting meant this was never going to be just a kiss.

He pulled you over him, the duvet still between your bodies but that didn't stop you from feeling his hard length under both your pyjama bottoms and the duvet.

Your lips barely left his, as he pulled down the straps on your top, sliding them down your arms.

"You have any idea how much I've wanted to do this," he whispered, both of you very aware the living room, where the rest of the cast were still sat drinking, was directly underneath Cillian's bedroom.

Your body moved down the bed, your fingers hooking onto the duvet as you looked up at him.

"Would you like me to take a look at those bruises of yours?"

He nodded, and you lifted the duvet to see his cock standing proudly underneath it. Stroking your hand over the shaft slowly, you watched his abdomen flinch at the contact. You took his balls with your other hand, rolling them around your fingers.

"Perfect working order, but I think we need to test run them first, don't you?"

You licked a trail up the thick vein on the underside of his cock, and his head fell back. A deep, loud, satisfied groan coming from deep within his chest as he clutched the bedsheets.

"Shh, you don't want the others to hear, do you?" You grinned, before taking his length down your throat. From the way his cock was twitching and leaking already, it had clearly been a while...

"Fuck...." He whispered, and the deepness of his voice was sending throbs and pulses all the way through your wet folds. It was taking all of your willpower not to grind your clit against his leg while you sucked and licked his cock.

Looking up at him, his eyes were on you. Watching his cock disappear between your swollen lips, gripping your hair, his breathing becoming deeper, more laboured.

"So fucking close y/n, my god..." he gasped, and his hips were bucking upwards into your mouth. You kept the pace you were in, and it was mere minutes later you felt his balls tighten between your fingers, his hot seed hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed what you could, some of it managing to leak out back over his thick shaft, which you stroked down to his balls as your hand pumped him through his orgasm.

He pulled you back up to him, and turned the two of you round so you were lying on your back.

"You're wearing too many clothes..." He grinned, kneeling between your legs and pulling your pyjama bottoms down. He smiled at the damp patch on your underwear and stroked over it with his fingers, making you shudder. Within seconds he'd ripped them and your bottoms off and threw them across the room, swiftly followed by your top, which he pulled over your hips, down, and off completely.

His hands roamed over your hips, his fingers brushing over your groin, sending very visible shivers through you. Gasps leaving your mouth, moans of pure intoxication, begging for him to do more than just tease you. You could see his cock hardening again between your thighs.

"Cillian... please...."

"What do you need?"

"Please..."

"Tell me," he whispered, lowering his chest down to meet yours. "You want this?"

He stroked his fingers though your wet folds, circling over your clit, making your back arch and your voice hitch in your throat. He continued his assault, rubbing your clit a little harder as you writhed underneath him.

"What pretty noises you're making for me… am I making you feel good?"

"So good... So good..."

"Gonna cum for me before I fuck you into this mattress?"

"Mhmm..."

"You'll have to be quiet for me, can you do that?"

You nodded as he clamped his hand over your mouth to muffle the noises you couldn't help making. His fingers were torturous, flicking and rolling your swollen little bud, you clenched your teeth under his hand to stop yourself from screaming his name but he could hear you panting it. Your hands clawing at his arms, his shoulders.. his hard cock rubbing against your thigh, he couldn't stop himself from grinding against you.

He dipped down between your folds, gathering more of the slick moisture to lubricate the ends of his forefinger and middle finger, rubbing them back over your clit again.

He had you squirming underneath him now as he relentlessly stroked over your clit with one hand, holding your mouth with his other to contain your moans.

"Gonna cum for me?" He whispered, but you couldn't respond. All you could focus on was the immense heat in your abdomen, your pussy clenching and throbbing as you came hard against his hand, a muffled scream of pure ecstacy against the palm of the hand covering your mouth.

"Oh you fucking did..." He groaned quietly, before slamming his cock inside you. His hand came loose and your cry of pleasure had to be muffled by his lips on yours.

He started slow and deep, cautious of too much noise from the bed rattling. Your lips covered his shoulder as he rutted into you, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside making your teeth scrape and bite gently into his flesh, setting off a faster thrust as he grunted from the shock. His cock throbbing inside you.

"Oh you like that, do you," you smirked, and was rewarded with a long, deep, hard thrust against your cervix, making you cry out.

"On your front," he ordered, pulling out and flipping you over onto your belly. Lining himself up between your thighs, he slotted back inside, his hand covering your mouth again as he rutted into you. The sensations of him inside you, his hand covering your mouth, the secrecy of what you were doing while everyone else was downstairs... All of it was sending you close to the edge again.

The sounds of his gentle moans and pants in your ear. The words he was whispering, edging you even further.

"Feel so good buried deep in your tight little pussy y/n..."

"Wanna feel you cum around my cock, squeezing those pretty little walls around me."

"Oh fuck y/n, I need to cum inside you... Fill you up so good you're leaking me for days..."

Your walls began to pulse around him, your fingers clutching the sheets, his hand coming loose and you couldn't hold back the loud cries that left your body as he made you cum again.

"Yes, Cillian.... Fuck, yes... Baby... Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh god YES!"

"Too good, too good... Gonna fill you up baby... Holy shit, I'm gonna cum..." A loud, deep, satisfied, unholy groan left his lips, as he spilled his seed deep inside you, his cock throbbing with each rope that shot from it. You could feel it's warmth line your walls, as you clenched your pussy hard, milking him dry.

His chest fell onto your back, both of you now covered with a fine sheet of sweat, his lips tracing circles over the back of your neck making your walls clench over him again.

He pulled out of you slowly, laying down next to you and pulling you into his arms. You pressed your body as close to his as possible.

The comfortable silence between you suddenly broken by Chris downstairs yelling.

"Three weeks!!! I win, pay up bitches!!!"

[gustingirl]

gvf headcanon | s/o surprises them

request: hi lovely! could i request a head cannon of how the boys would react to you surprising them by showing up somewhere far away while they’re on tour? ily

warnings: not so smutty, but a bit with jake's part

josh.

no because josh would a hundred percent be super happy, all giggles and blushes. i can see it so badly, like just imagine him. imagine this ball of sunshine all upset (secretly, like he wouldn’t show everybody how sad he was) because you were far away and like i can also imagine jake helping you out to surprise his brother. like josh would instantly make the BIGGEST noise out of this like “my girl visited me, did you see!?” to like every single person ever. like this boy would show you around like the proud boyfriend he is.

and it went kind of like this: so jake had been noticing for the past days, as the guys were having their first tour stops at asia, that josh had been quite lonely lately. he knew his brother needed you, and he could tell how much he was faking his smiles. therefore, he decided to hit you up and let you know about this, as he believed josh had been hiding such feelings for you to not upset you. upon hearing the news, you didn’t get upset at all. instead, you didn’t think twice before grabbing your backpack and traveling to whatever country jake told you the guys were staying at the moment. it was far from home but you didn’t care; you were needing josh as much as he was needing you. thanks to your brother-in-law, you managed to get a ticket for the show. though your first idea was to surprise him backstage, a new possibility came up, and so you remained around the venue, fighting to get as close to the stage as possible. it wasn’t until halfway through the show that josh subconsciously looked around the crowd, only to find a very familiar face. his own face lit up like a christmas tree the second your eyes locked with each other. that one big smile he only had for you showed up, and he just couldn’t control his happiness.

“guYS Y/N IS HERE” he screamed into the mic, making sam and danny get confused instantly, their heads looking around trying to find you

“Y/N!” sam cheered, his body away from the mic but his voice louder than ever.

while the crowd cheered, you could only wave at josh, sending him kisses that he pretended to catch midair. the whole situation was so cute fans couldn’t help but record with their phones, soon showing up everywhere. you were indeed, like peaceful army loved saying, couple goals.

sam.

this boy was (i’m pretty sure and if it’s not true then it’s completely possible) class clown so i just imagine him wanting to make the situation a joke. like not how you think it, but he would want to make everybody laugh with his “goofy” side. so like, i can see sam acting as if he wasn’t surprised when seeing you standing there along with the rest of his family who were waiting outside. it’s all fun and jokes until he truly gets excited and then the acting is gone and the softest baby appears.

you had been thinking about showing up to one of his concerts in latin america ever since they landed on the south part of the continent. sam had been open about it, sharing with you the new experience but never forgetting to mention you. he would occasionally paint little scenarios of how it would be to have you there with him. at first you only smiled and nodded until the idea was burning and you decided to make it real. you got a bit of help from danny, mostly to get information like when to show up, what venue to go to, what country was better, etc. and when everything was perfect, you traveled and allowed the drummer to guide you around. he thought it would be better for you wait outside with fans, and it was on his hands to convince sam to greet them. the fans around you maybe recognized you or not, but anyways they decided to keep it low. when sam walked out of the venue with josh and danny, you pretended to be a fan. sam quickly saw you, and his devilish smile made a comeback.

“well hello, guys!” he began saying as he approached the crowd, completely ignoring you

you were aware of his expressions whenever he was making a stupid prank and, like always, you were not mad. it was cute and even funny, and so you just played along with it.

“aw thanks!” he was talking with a girl near you, and then his attention was on you “hello, what’s your name?” he was acting so well, as if you were seriously a complete stranger

you giggled while going with the flow

“y/n, i’m a huge fan, oh my god!” sam was struggling to not laugh as he tried signing your poster

“really? are you in sam’s lane?” he asked, his eyes going from the poster in your hands to your face, a cute little smile showing up all the time

“no! i’m in danny’s lane!” you finally joked, breaking his character within seconds which made everybody around burst into laughter

“oh yOU COME HERE RIGHT NOW”

suddenly your body was being tightly embraced by your boyfriend who finally acknowledged your new presence and could not stop asking questions about it, always keeping that huge excitement of having you with him.

danny.

i truly feel with danny that he wouldn’t make a big deal about it? my boy over here is pure zen life, like he’s so chill but also so romantic. i do have the small idea he would get so embarrassed if it was in front of others, like the attention would be on the two of you and so he would blush and try to not overreact. i don’t know, man, danny is so soft about stuff, so silent and quiet i just can’t imagine more than just a cute gasp and a big smile (tho in privacy it would be different)

like always, i imagine josh being like that friend you ask for help when you want to surprise someone, because he’s so good at organizing and pretending nothing is going on. and it was josh’s idea to get you on stage as part of the surprise. he had overheard danny talking about you on their way to europe for another part of the tour, and josh got a bit sad at danny’s unhappy tone when mentioning you, as it was evident he missed you deeply. he made it clear to you when he brought up the previous eavesdropping and suggested you came with them, to surprise your boyfriend and even stick around. the idea was amazing, too good to ignore it. and so, you let josh help you out by sending plane tickets and later concert tickets. the rest of the plan was done perfectly; you were among the crowd when the show started, standing right in front of josh so danny could not see you anyway. josh had landed his eyes on you instantly and just waited for the perfect song. it was at the end of safari song that josh jumped off stage and helped you climb back with him. danny was so concentrated on his drums that he never once noticed you were standing right in front of him. when the song was over, your boyfriend was still looking down, and then josh spoke.

“danny, you’re so distracted” the lead singer spoke into the mic as the crowds went wild “would you please look up, buddy?”

you were waiting patiently by your friend’s side as danny’s confused look appeared, soon being replaced by the cutest surprised look ever. the whole moment was being broadcasted on the big screen, and it captured the small gasp along with the little run from the drum’s equipment to the stage’s front.

“baby!?” the question was more of a statement as he hugged you tightly in front of everybody, the fans cheering and screaming your names while throwing flowers on stage, meanwhile jake played some tunes to acclimate the moment. josh was too busy filming and taking pictures of the moment while sam cheered with the crowd, the situation being taken directly from the cheesiest movie you have ever seen.

jake.

jake is physical boy, jake needs you physically and so, upon seeing you again, something tells me he would get a bit turned on. hold on, i do see this happening with josh too. but josh seems a more emotional? like, even though he’s more touchy than his brother, something tells me josh would spend a much more time keeping you near him than just…fucking you, you know? but with jake i have the slight idea he would first get hard, then soft (if you know what i mean). so like i feel like his reaction would basically involve keeping hands on you, and dragging you far away from civilization to remember the times you guys were close together.

and so one day, after checking that you were covered for a couple of days, you found a gap in your life to escape the real world and be able to visit your loving boyfriend whose rockstar lifestyle had him traveling every month. now he was on the other side of the world, below his hometown, just in australia. you obviously had all the info thanks to your little facetime calls of daily nights and the information you could get from the internet. the flight seemed longer than expected, but it was just your anxiety making you desire you could be there within seconds. when time seemed to go faster, you had finally made it to the country and you did not waste one minute to arrive to your boyfriend’s “workplace” which, in this case, consisted of a big venue. his staff members were like friends to you by now and, when they saw you arriving, they didn’t hesitate to help you out with your big surprise. you had decided to show up during the concert, to sneak into the waiting room backstage and wait for your lover. once the show was over, jake showed up as expected, only to scream in his place when his eyes found you. he was all screams and smiles as he jumped into your arms, even making you hold him as he clinged to you. the rest of the night was a delight as you caught up with news and gossip sam had for you (like always). however, things were complicated as jake’s hands were going everywhere around your body: thighs, ass, arms, hair. some touch was naive while other touch was kinky. you were a blushing mess as jake seemed to only get hornier.

“can’t you just wait till we get back to the hotel?” you murmured with a smile, hoping sam wouldn’t hear over the music

“i can’t, darling” jake whispered back, now approaching your ear to finish his sentence “i need you here and now, i need to fuck you”

the sweet, kind words, accompanied by the sneaky hands on your leg had you pulling him with you towards the nearest bathroom to, you know, fulfill your boy’s needs and desires.

[princesstillyenna]

Sid and Nate had a brief moment of "should we just go to worlds?" and then decided they were far too old and are on holiday in the sunshine working on their golf Dylan and Alex are in Toronto chilling with the fam and generally enjoying the off season Tyler is playing his lil socks off Matthew is....... Matthew is pretty convinced he's walking around in a dream because none of this actually feels REAL right now. Oh, and also he learnt to advocate for himself a little bit, with some help from his boyfriend Ritter - is in florida, enjoying "the sun" ;) Willy and Latts are holed up in their cabin Jeff and Richie are holed up in THEIR cabin Danny and Claude would LOVE to be holed up in the cabin, except, well... there are children to look after and they're working hard to give Ryanne a break. They're playing ball hockey at 9am. Because the youngest two don't sleep. Ever. Cale is... struggling. Because OK he could feel the team was different from last year but, but, they were the fucking reigning champs, and they lost? In the first round? And he needs to TALK about it, but... he doesn't feel he can talk to Carter because, well, it's a bit shitty to COMPLAIN about losing IN THE PLAYOFFS to someone who's not MADE the playoffs for the past few years Bobby Lu is having the time of his life Kaner is sulking. This year did NOT go to plan. Also he's now a UFA... what's with that, he could play ANYWHERE? That's not how hockey's supposed to work... he's a hockey GOD... he's supposed to STILL BE IN THE PLAYOFFS and also he'd very much like to stay in NY please, but he doesn't think that's likely to happen and he really REALLY wants to blame Vladi Tarasenko, if only the fucker wasn't so nice.... Jonny is... dealing with Sulky Peeks. And Baby Pat. And he's still sick, because chronic illness doesn't just Go Away and he's having to make tough decisions and if Peeks could stop trying to make himself the centre of the universe for just one minute... you'd think he'd be used to that by now Key is having Big Confusing Feelings... nothing new there then. He's in his research era. We stan a man with footnotes. Bobby lu is having the time of his life! Eddie is supporting his man and also Staying Out Of The Way Very Far Out Of The Way In Arizona where Playoff Bobby cannot y'know... BE BOBBY at him. And Tyson? Well, Tyson's getting his whole own fic... so I'll leave you wanting there.

Anonymous asked:

Before puck drop on the conference finals… group chat wellness check? Especially the Oilers and Maple Leafs. I don’t think there are any Bruins in the gc but watching them hug Bergeron as they left the ice was rough

YOU COME HERE? INTO MY HOUSE BLOG and ask me about the FEELINGS OF THE BRUINS???? No fr fr tho I did see that handshake line and it was very sad. BUT a wellness check... and a couple of lil spoilers for upcoming gc

(except tumblr hates me. so uh, gonna post this in sections?)