#I think it's definitely something he and Josie are planning on

[petertingle-yipyip]

BABY SAID - MATT MURDOCK

Pairing: matt x reader

Word Count: 1,976

Summary (request): Hey, may I make a Matt x Reader request. Foggy wants to meet Matt's new girlfriend. Foggy and Karen are supposed to meet you at Josie's. (You and Matt have a little plan to annoy Foggy.) You arrive later than the others and walk past the trio, foggy notices you and flirts with you. The idea came to me with the quote // Matt Murdock : How would I even know she's a beautiful woman? Foggy Nelson : I don't know. It's kinda spooky, actually. But if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, Matt Murdock's gonna find her, and Foggy Nelson is gonna suffer.

“Are you sure?” You asked from the car, phone to your ear as you leaned on your steering wheel. “What if they hate me?”

“They won’t hate you.” He laughed. “I’ll make sure they know it was my idea.”

“Yeah, what a great first impression. I look like that girl and you look like a two timer.. You really think they’ll believe you’re a cheater?”

“It’s not gonna be like that.” He laughed again. “I haven’t told them we’re together together. They think it’s just one dates here and there.”

“And you’re positive they’ll think it’s funny?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Probably? Matt!” You whined.

“Sweetheart, I promise, it’ll be okay.”

“Fine.” You huffed and turned the key to shut off the car. “I’ll be in in a minute.”

You dropped your phone to your lap and pulled down your visor to check yourself in the mirror. You seemed put together enough. Hair looked good, makeup fresh. You sighed and slammed the visor up before grabbing your purse and exiting your vehicle. You chirped the alarm and dropped the keys in your purse as you headed into Josie’s.

You scanned the place and found Matt with who you assumed were his friends back at the pool table. You were meeting Matt’s friend for the first time and he had the brilliant idea that morning to pretend that you weren’t his girlfriend. He wanted you to come up and flirt with him to get a reaction from his friends before he would tell them anything. It sounded fun enough earlier, but as you sat at the bar, your stomach twisted into tight knots.

You were absolutely terrified that his friends wouldn’t find it funny. What if they thought you were a homewrecker? What if they didn’t want anything to do with you after that? Your anxious thoughts and tapping on the bar top came to a screeching halt when someone sat next to you.

“Hey.” He said kindly. You jumped slightly and turned your head so quick you thought you’d given yourself whiplash. You recognized him as Matt’s friend, Foggy.

“Hi.” You said carefully. “Any chance you know how to get a drink in this place? Bartender hasn’t even looked this way.” You tried with a nervous smile.

“Oh, yeah!” He grinned, happy to help. “What were you looking to get?”

“Something with bourbon.” You glanced around to find Matt turned towards you with a small smirk. “Probably a double.”

“Easy.” Foggy nodded before successfully waving down the bartender and ordering for you. “I’m Foggy, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.” You smiled kindly as your drink came out. “You seem to know your way around here.”

“Me and my buddies come here all the time.. I'd introduce you but…”

“But?” Your brows raised in interest while you dipped your drink.

“You see that guy over there?” He pointed over your shoulder and you swiveled in your seat to see him point at Matt. “That’s Matt.”

“Why the glasses?” You feigned ignorance.

“He’s blind.”

“Is that why you won’t introduce me?”

“No.” He laughed awkwardly. “No, not at all. See, he has this thing where he just knows when a beautiful woman is around.”

“Ah.” You nodded and turned back to Foggy. “And you think that’d be a problem?”

“Yeah.” He laughed with a nod. “Definitely.”

“Oh c’mon.” You tried with a mischievous smile, the knots in your stomach now loosening due to the liquor. “I think it’d be fun.”

Foggy sighed slightly and ran a hand over his face. You pursed your lips slightly and gave a small lift to your brows to make your eyes a little bigger to silently plead for Foggy to let you. His head dropped as he muttered to himself before he excused himself with the promise of returning.

“This just got interesting.” You mumbled into your glass as you watched Foggy talk to Matt and Karen. He gestured over to you and you sent a small wave in return. When the conversation dragged on, you grabbed your drink and headed over to join them which caused them to aggressively shush each other.

“Please.” You smiled. “Don’t stop on my account.”

“Hi. I’m Karen.” Karen smiled and offered you a hand from the other side of the pool table.

“Nice to meet you.” You grinned and shook her hand. “How do you know these guys?”

“We work together.”

“Cool. What do they do?”

“Lawyers.” Matt spoke up and the smoothness of his voice made your stomach flip. “We actually have our own firm, Nelson and Murdock.”

“Oh, I think I’ve heard of you guys.” You said quickly, as if a sudden realization. “You do a lot of local work, right That’s pretty cool.”

“You think so?” Matt’s brows raised as he gave you a small smirk.

“Yeah, I always thought being a lawyer would be cool but I can’t argue without crying.” You shrugged. “Instead, I just do hobbies and be an EMT.”

“Like a paramedic?” Karen asked.

“On the way.” You nodded. “Few more courses and tests, probably about a year's worth of work, give or take.”

“That’s so cool!”

“Thanks. Are you a lawyer too?”

“Office manager.” She nodded.

“But she does some really great research and investigating.” Foggy chimed in proudly, pointing a finger at his friend. “Don’t sell yourself short, Page.”

She put her hands up in surrender and you both laughed.

“So Ms. EMT, gotta be pretty good with your hands then.” Matt teased and you pushed your tongue against your cheek to block the smile. “For dressing wounds and giving care. That kind of stuff.”

“Y’know, I’ve yet to have a complaint so I gotta be doing something right.” Your head tilted and he grinned. “And you? You a hot shot lawyer or does your friend do it better?”

Matt chuckled slightly and wagged a finger at you before turning away to get his drink from the table. You blew out a small breath of relief before leaning against the pool table, sipping your own drink again. Foggy came up beside you in the meantime.

“Sorry about him.” He said nervously and you saw Matt turn back with an offended expression. You used your free hand to cover your mouth in an effort to hide your smile. “Told you, sixth sense.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment… I think?” You joked and Foggy laughed. “It’s really okay. He seems nice.”

“That’s how it starts.” Foggy sighed. “Next thing you know, he’s smooth taking you back to his apartment.”

“I’ll be careful.” You nodded. “Are you as smooth as him?”

“Lucky for you, I taught him everything he knows.” Foggy grinned. “He’s like my padawan and I’m his Yoda.”

“Jedis.” Your brows raised in interest and Foggy laughed. “I would’ve guessed that one was a sith.” You whispered as if a secret.

“Well he’s Catholic so..”

“Ah.” You nodded. “A vanilla jedi then.”

Foggy laughed and you took a glance at Matt, who was trying to keep his smirk back while crossing his arms over his chest. You tipped your drink towards him as a toast and you saw the way his body language shifted, accepting the challenge you unintentionally laid out.

“Hey, can I steal her for a second?” Karen said, suddenly at your side. “It’s just, there’s some makeup on the collar of her shirt.”

“Oh shit. Really?” You jumped up quickly and set down your drink, tugging your shirt to try and see what she meant.

“Don’t worry, it happens to me all the time. I can help.”

“Thank you.” You sighed and let her pull you into the restroom.

You leaned into the mirror but couldn’t find anything on your shirt. You turned back to Karen in confusion but she was wringing her hands.

“Everything okay?” You asked carefully. “I get the feeling the makeup thing was just a clever excuse.”

“Yeah, no, you’re fine. You look great.” She smiled quickly.

“Thanks… So what’s wrong?”

“Well… I think Matt has a girlfriend.”

“Oh..”

“He hasn’t said anything officially but he’s been on a few dates with her and just has this look after he talks to her on the phone, y’know. Anyways, um, I just… He’s charming, sure, but…”

“Right.” You nodded. “I totally understand. I didn’t mean to overstep. I was just going off what he was doing… Thanks for telling me.”

She nodded quickly before following you back to the boys. You liked that Karen stood up for your unconfirmed relationship. It really showed you could trust her. 

“… Matt Murdock’s gonna find her. And Foggy Nelson’s gonna suffer.” Foggy ranted, not noticing you two had returned. “Besides, what about that girl you’re always calling?”

“Sounds like someone’s committed.” You announced, getting both boys’ attention. “If that’s how you talk to me, I can only imagine how you talk to your special lady friend.”

“I bet you’ll have fun with that thought.” Matt countered smoothly and you flattened your palms against the side of the pool table. His brows raised and he mimicked your stance.

“What would she have to say about that?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Okay, guys, maybe we-“ Karen tried before looking to Foggy for help while trying to pull you back.

“Dude!” Foggy urged and smacked his friend’s arm. “What are you doing?”

“I’d tone it down, Murdock.” You warned as you reached across for your drink before you straightened. “You’re not being a very good Catholic. Isn’t adultery a sin?”

“Dear God.” Matt mumbled and stood tall, backing away a few steps.

“So, Foggy.” You said when the silence got thick. “How’d you two meet?”

“We met in college. He was my roommate.” Foggy explained, patting his friend on the back. “It’s like we were soulmates.”

“Sounds like your girl’s got some competition.” You laughed. “Does she know how deep this bromance goes?”

“I’d hope so.” Foggy nodded with a small shrug. “But we won’t know till he makes a move.”

“She’s a lucky girl.” You said honestly. “With a guy like that and new friends like you two… What else could a girl want?”

“Y’know, you’re more than welcome to keep joining us.” Foggy offered.

“Yeah, I’d love to be friends.” You grinned and Matt smiled proudly.

After a little while of conversation, the boys were drinking more than you and Karen were. You laughed as Foggy stumbled to the jukebox and sent up five songs that he “just had to dance to”. He grabbed Karen’s hand, which left Matt to come and get yours.

“You like dancing?” He said quietly in your ear as he pulled you against his chest.

“With the right partner.” You answered with the same tone. “I like your friends. Karen’s a real girl’s girl and Foggy’s real nice.”

“Yeah, I think they like you too.”

“And I like how they seem to already know that you’re taken without you saying it.” You smiled and he blushed slightly.  “Are you gonna say it?”

“That you’re my girlfriend?” His brows raised and you hummed in agreement. “I’d scream it from the rooftops if you wanted me to.”

“You would not.” You giggled.

“Mhmm. And if someone asked why, I’d tell them because my baby said so.”

“Your baby?” Foggy asked loudly and his sudden appearance made you jump. “This is the girl?” He nearly yelled.

“Hi.” You waved awkwardly.

“So wait.” Karen laughed slightly. “All that flirting was on purpose?”

“Yeah… But I appreciate you pulling me aside before.” You said honestly.

“Ohmygod?” Foggy continued. “I almost flirted with your girlfriend.” He whispered loudly to Matt.

“Almost?” You questioned with a laugh.

“Here to break it to you, buddy.” Matt deadpanned before breaking into a laugh. “It’s fine. We planned for that.”

“WHAT!?” Foggy yelled and you laughed again.

You were fully confident that you had a good group around you now. 

[svltzmans]

Hello :) if ur requests are still open could I request for dating headcanons with hope Mikaelson or what would it be like dating hope? Thank you 😊

dating hope mikaelson headcanons <3

a/n: you guys are making me blush with these hope requests 😳 i hope you love it anon <3

warnings: not proofread duh, suggestive content!! (but thats it this is like tooth rotting fluff)

okay so we all know miss hope is a total softie!!

even though she likes to hide it and be like 😡😡😡

but once she met you??? it was ALL OVER

she became the sappiest most romantic girl on the planet

and EVERYONE at the salvatore school was kinda shocked

they had never seen this kind of behavior from her, not even with roman or landon

once, lizzie saw the two of you having a picnic (which hope had intricately planned and made food for)

and she HUSTLED back to her room to tell josie bc she was so confused 😭😭😭

hope really likes to plan dates and usually takes her time doing it

she daydreams in class about ways to surprise you and spoil you

and she usually jots them down in her notebook

dorian caught her doing it and that's how he found out you guys were dating 😭 (he subtly sat you two together for the rest of the year)

hope isn't a pda type of person (other than hand holding, she loves that shit) but once you're in private with her she is completely glued to you

as much as hope likes to take you out, she also loves to spend time with you just relaxing and cuddling

and doing other things, if you catch my drift (guys should i write hope nsfw headcanons??? 😭)

hope is also very protective of you, and always wants to look after you and make sure everything in your life is going well

she's not much of a partier by herself but she loves going to them with you

she's at her happiest when she gets to dance with you and converse with her classmates while holding your hand

hope is definitely a huge gifter. she likes to get you flowers almost every time she sees you

and you're like "is this not draining your bank account?"

"it is, but you are worth every penny" :,)

hope likes to have you pick out her outfits sometimes

having clothes that you picked makes her feel more confident

she has a total milkshake problem and will drag you into it 100%

she probably gets milkshakes like 4 out of 7 days a week

and she gets the same one every time, peanut butter blast

which you think is adorable but also can she try something else

she definitely takes sips of yours though

eventually you literally bought a blender and started making her milkshakes

and she was so grateful she might have teared up a little

hope is so dreamy <3 she is the best gf

[josphitia]

Josie's Cow HRT Journey Part 1 - Discovery

I've been living as myself for 10 years. It's been hard, but I've achieved so much. I see a woman when I look in the mirror. There are aspects of myself I'm unhappy with, but who doesn't have that, right? So why did it feel like something's still missing?

I was just browsing my socials and I saw something that caught my eye, something that scratched an itch I didn't have words for. This girl was a freaking werewolf??? And more than that, it was from HRT??? I never really had a Tixter before but for this I had to make an account, I wanted to learn everything I could about this!

After that discovery, I was entranced for days by transition timelines. I saw people of all genders (or none!) posting their happiness and successes becoming the animals they truly were. Dragons, fish, mice, it seemed there was no end to the menagerie unfolding before my eyes. There were so many different creatures, but none really felt like “me.” Sure, having wings would be cool, and horns felt right, but I definitely wasn't a dragon. I love tigers but the idea of becoming an obligate carnivore scared me (although I would've rocked the stripes). The horses were sleek and gorgeous, and while hooves scratched this newfound itch, I just couldn't see myself as an equine.

Maybe I was just a happy ally? So excited to see people being able to be their authentic selves, but not a journey of my own? The thought of just leaving it at that, however, filled me with dread. I knew in my stomach this would be something I'd regret if I didn't pursue it. After all, wasn't that feeling of reticence proof enough I was on the right path? So on I scrolled.

It almost felt like some weird form of para-social shopping. Seeing a happy giraffe girl and thinking “could I be happy like that?” The animals though just never felt like they fit right for me. There were aspects I identified with, but never a whole package. It was like some weird riddle, which animal was just… myself?

Then I came across a random post and it was like everything clicked into place. It was a girl posting a comedic picture of herself trying to acclimate to her new diet: a salad of grass clippings. Underneath that picture was a hashtag that seemed to illuminate a corner of my brain used to darkness: #CowHRT. I was teary eyed, I had finally found who I was. It just felt right, it felt like *me*.

For the next few days it felt like every mystery of my being had an answer. Why did I always wear my sunglasses over my head? It was helping to relieve my dysphoria of not having horns. Why were shoes so hard to shop for and never fit quite right? I wasn't even supposed to be wearing them. Heck, I might’ve not even supposed to have toes! Even my diet seemed to fit into perfect place. I was already vegan for a number of years and loved nothing more than a nice bowl of leafy greens or broccoli. I wasn't going to become a cow, I already and always was one. I just needed help to see that bovine in the mirror.

By some stroke of luck it turned out a lot of the girls undergoing animal HRT lived in the same city as me, so I was able to find the doctor they were attending relatively easily. It seemed he had as many positive reviews as he did negative… But, surely he couldn't throw anything at me that I hadn't already dealt with. I've dealt with my fair share of awful therapists and doctors. I bookmarked his website, dreading the eventual phone call I would make. I was so eager, my head was already making plans for how my life would change and how I'd live life as my authentic self. There was just one thing I hadn't quite mentally tackled, something that should be easy but still filled me with anxiety…

How was I going to tell my husband?

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Josie's Cow HRT Journey

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[ageofbajabule]

Roommates | Chapter 4

Danny x F! Reader

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: SMUT ✰ 18+, Angst, Arguing, Degrading Kink, Oral (M receiving), Rough/Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink.

If you haven’t read Part 3

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Morning came pretty quickly. Especially after crying yourself to sleep after last night's events. You had gotten up early enough to shower and help Josie gather the last of her things before dropping her off at the airport for her flight home.

“You have everything you need.” You finished zipping up Josie’s luggage. “I believe I do.” She turned to face you, sniffling. “Don’t you dare start…” You giggled softly feeling tears build up.

“I can’t help it, I’m not just leaving my best friend. I’m also leaving my brother…” She started to cry softly, embracing you quickly. You hugged her back crying with her. “Hey, it’s not like we won’t see each other. We can always make the time to visit one another…” You sniffled, rubbing her back.

“Yeah I know, just leaving is always the hardest part.” She pulled away, wiping her tears. “It always is.” You smiled softly, wiping your own tears. “Come on. Let’s get everything in the car before Danny starts yelling at us for being behind.” You laughed softly, grabbing one of Josie’s luggage.

Josie grabbed her other luggage and followed behind you, walking outside to Danny’s car piling everything in the trunk. “Got everything?” Danny was standing beside Josie. “That’s everything.” She smiled softly, “Well let’s get going.” He smiled and got into the driver seat, you let Josie take the passenger seat next to Danny as you opted to sit in the back.

The drive over was filled with laughter and music. Talking about what Josie’s plans were when she got home and when Danny would be flying up to visit his parents.

When you all had arrived at the airport, you helped unload the car and walked with Josie up until just before the security checkpoint. “Well this is where I leave you both…” She sighed softly, and pulled you in for a hug. You hugged her back tightly. “Text me everyday. You can even call whenever you want.” You felt the tears forming again. “I will Bug.” You giggled at the nickname, she gave it to you when you first met in college.

Josie pulled away from you, then Danny engulfed her into a bear hug. “Tell mom and dad I love them, and I’ll see them soon…” He sniffled to her, rubbing her back. “I will Danny, but please call them. They miss you.” Josie started to cry as she hugged Danny tightly one last time, before letting go. That’s when you started to cry, “Have a safe flight…” You smiled softly. Josie nodded and smiled, “I will let you know when I land.”

“I love you.” You and Danny said in unison to Josie. Making you both laugh softly, “I love you guys too.” Then Josie made her way through security and that was the last you would see her for a bit…

The drive home was silent. Danny hadn’t spoken a word to you. Ever since last night, all you could think of was how angry he was and the things he said to you. How could he be like that? What did you ever do to be treated that way? And you were really worried about how he’ll react when he finds out you’ll be helping them out on tour.

Once arriving home you immediately got out of Danny’s car making your way to the house going inside and making your way to your bedroom. You didn’t want to face him any more today than you already have. You just didn’t know what to say to him after last night, or how to approach him about anything. It felt like you wouldn’t ever get through to him, as if he was blocked off. You had remembered Josie mentioning when he went through his breakup with Jasmine, and it was pretty rough for him. But he swore it didn’t “bother” him as he stated to Josie.

The truth to that though was, it definitely had bothered him. His mood and the way he acted changed. It’s like something in him had switched. And Josie had brought it to your attention. She wishes there was something she could do to remove the hurt from him, but the damage was too far gone. Was Danny fixable? Would he ever love again?

The house was just dead silent. No music, no chatting and no drums playing. Just dead silence, not even a chirp from a bird disrupted the silence. You felt like you were now in a hellscape, and were trapped for all eternity.

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It had been like that for 3 weeks…

Tour started in 5 days, and you had been given all the assignments to set up the guys transportation and accommodation. You were very nervous as to how they would react when they found out you were going to be working for them. But at the same time you didn’t really care. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and your boss has put it in your hands to show your hard work.

Of course you weren’t nervous of screwing things up, you had half of the assignments done within the first week. Then completed the rest the following week. You were nervous of Danny. He still hasn’t made an effort to speak with you the night of the party. And you haven’t exactly made the effort yourself… But he was the one who has been treating you like you were nothing. Your stubborn self didn’t want to be the first one to talk about it. He should be the one to address the issue if anything.

There was going to be a meeting today, with all of the guys addressing any last minute concerns and discussing all information they should be aware of. You were completely nervous and wanted to shelter yourself, but it was time to face them all.

You had followed behind some of your colleagues entering into the meeting room and taking a seat. The guys hadn’t shown up yet, as they tended to run behind as usual. But what fun would it be if they weren’t running behind.

That’s when you heard the door click open and revealed Josh entering first, followed by Jake, Sam, then lastly Danny…

The first three were surprised and smiling, whereas Danny shot you a glare then looked in a different direction.

“Y/N! Why didn’t you tell us you’d be joining us on the tour?” Josh said with excitement in his voice. “I wanted to surprise you guys… And besides I wanted to get my work done before you all found out so there were no distractions.” You smiled softly.

“Well, we’re happy to have you a part of the team! It’ll be fun.” Sam had smiled over you as they sat across from you. “Thank you, it means a lot.” You smiled, opening your folder to pull papers out. “So, our first show is in Nashville. I’ve planned out your stay, the rides to and from the venue as well as sound check and an interview.” They all nodded reading the pamphlets.

“I do have everything else figured out as well. Those pamphlets I will hand you before every trip we leave for. I will be on a separate tour bus than you guys. But will be on the same hotel floor as you all in case you need anything. My phone number is there in case something happens or something needs to be adjusted, taken care of. Whatever it is, I’m there.” You smiled at them all.

“And it’s also my duty to make sure you guys are all a little bit active on your socials to get the fans to engage more and boost publicity. That’s the main reason I’m on this tour. As I’m a social media manager. So I will be helping you all.” The guys nodded in response.

“So wait, we have to post daily?” Danny chimed in, “Well not daily, but a little more than usual. Like every other day would suffice.” You smiled at him. He then nodded, “Well I think that is everything I need to cover on my end of things. Unless you all have any other questions?” You looked into the guy’s direction, but they were all good and didn’t have questions for you.

“Okay, so I will be parting my way out of here. We’ll be in touch, and see you all in a few days.” You got up from your seat flashing them a quick smile before leaving the room. As you made your way back to your work space, you dove your nose right into work for the rest of the day, finishing up any last assignments before heading out on the road for the next month or two.

Soundcheck and first day of the tour was here. You were absolutely thrilled and nervous at the same time about everything. You had already arrived at the venue before the guys, making sure all of their equipment was set up and all present.

Within the next 15 minutes you heard a van pull up and doors slamming shut. You heard some of the guys bickering with one another. “Well if you didn’t drink so much last night, you wouldn’t be dying of a hangover Daniel.” You heard Sam’s voice, “Oh fuck off Sam. Like you’ve never had too much to drink before.” Then the guys walked up to you. “Rough morning?” You smiled at the four of them softly.

Josh laughed as the other two snickered. “You could say that…” Sam smiled at you, as Danny gave you a glaring look. “Okay, so everything is here, and set up to your standards. Nothing is out of place, and the sound tech guys just finished some touches, so they should be ready for you all to start sound checking.” You smiled, “Right this way guys.” You started walking towards the green rooms, “This is where you guys will be getting ready tonight, I’ll be down the hall if you guys need anything. And the stage is right over here.” You smiled pointing to all the locations for them to see, you stood in front of Jake’s guitar case.

“So I will leave you guys be and start your sound check. I need to make some phone calls for an update on catering tonight and then set up some posts.” You went to walk away. “Hey, thanks Y/N. We appreciate your work.” Jake said to you, smiling softly. “Anytime guys, that’s what I’m here for.” And then you walked off to continue your morning duties.

Danny’s POV

You watched her walk away, as you and the guys put on your sound equipment and gathered your drum sticks walking onto the stage. “Dude why did they have to pick her to work for us on this tour…” You complained to Sam. “I honestly don’t understand what your issue is with her man. She’s a great person, and Josie wouldn’t be friends with her if she wasn’t.” He patted your back. “I’m not quite sure what it is either…” You sighed to yourself, sitting on your pedestal, giving the drum pedal a few taps, and testing the drums and cymbals.

“Uh, we should start with Built By Nations, go into Light My Love and then wrap it up with Sacred The Thread?” You asked the guys, they nodded in agreement as you waited for Jake to start strumming the familiar tune. And you started to play your heart out. The feeling was unlike any other, when it came to your drums you felt like you were the only one there. But you weren’t, you were there with your brothers and best friends. And later tonight you would be performing in front of thousands of fans.

Sound check went well overall for everyone. Sam adjusted a bit of his bass settings as he said something was off about it during sound check. You decided to check your phone, and immediately came across Jasmine making yet again another indirect story about you. You chewed the inside of your lip, you had unfollowed her socials but lingered around to keep tabs on her. You know you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help it.

You have been trying to move on, but haven’t been very successful to say the least. Yeah sure you’ve had plenty of hookups, but you were feeling out of touch with reality…

And lately it’s been taking a toll on you. And your potential friendship with Y/N. Josie had been on your ass ever since she left to go back home, asking you to work on your relationship with her, but you just had so much going on you didn’t care to. What could possibly be so great about it all? What was truly the point, it’s not like she had liked you, especially with how you’ve been treating her ever since she arrived here.

Maybe you were selfish and wanted to just be alone. Or maybe you had been longing for something that you weren’t sure you’d ever find again…

The rest of the day was filled with some interviews with the local magazines and radio stations to speak about the upcoming tour and new album. It was a busy day to say the least. Eventually you guys had made your way back to the venue to get ready, you headed to the cafeteria where the catering was held. Just your standard catering food options. With a selection of vegan food as well for Sam and such.

You had watched Y/N talking with one of the new crew members. He was relatively around your age, and wasn’t too bad looking. And seemed to find an interest in her, which started to make you feel threatened. You weren’t exactly sure why, but you couldn’t look anymore as you saw her laugh at the conversation they were having. Why weren’t you the one making her laugh? What does he have that I don’t?

Sam had come up behind you, “Staring much man…” He chuckled lightly patting your back, startling you. “What, uh no.” You laughed nervously. “I was just observing…” You grabbed your food, and made your way to a small table. Sam laughed softly, “Yeah observing Y/N…” He whispered as he sat across from you with his plate of food. “Listen man, don’t say nothing…” You gave him a glare. “Why would I say anything? I’m your best friend aren’t I?” He threw his hands up. And you nodded, “Yes, yes you are. I just don't know what's going on with me… Ever since…” “Daniel. You need to move on.” He had cut you off. “Sam, it's not that easy.”

“You’re making it harder for yourself. And besides, how long now? What’s holding you back?” He started to eat his salad, “I don’t know. I feel like I’m not relationship material? Maybe I’m not worthy.” You used your fork as you played with your food. “Is that what you think, or is that how Jasmine made you feel…” He looked at you, examining you for a moment. Sam had been there for you when it all went down. “Sometimes… I feel.” “Daniel. You’re not a fuck up. You’re a great guy. I’m sure any woman, or man. Whichever you prefer, would be lucky to have you. Just be you. You’ll find that spark.” He smiled at you. “Yeah, I guess you’re right…” You gave him a reassuring smile as you began to finally eat.

After having dinner, you headed back to your dressing room getting changed into your new stage outfit. And having your makeup done by Sarah, and she applied rhinestones as well to your face. “Thank you.” You smiled at her, “Of course Danny, you and Josh make it pleasant to do this.” She giggled softly as she left your room to go and do Josh’s makeup. You sighed softly sitting on the couch in your green room as you waited to be called for the 5 minute warning. You overheard Y/N talking with the guy from earlier.

“So are you single…” The guy had asked, “Uh yeah… But I’ve just been focusing on my career at the moment…” She had responded to him. You felt some type of relief from her response. “Well, that doesn't mean you can’t go on a date.” He chuckled softly. “Yeah but, this is work. And relationships in the workplace don’t go well.” She laughed nervously. “Well how about we just hang out casually then?” “I’d like that…” You felt your heart sink, wanting to throw something at the wall. But you stayed silent sitting there. You didn’t want her to know you heard the conversation.

That’s when Josh and the other guys entered the room, “Hey man. Are you ready!” They smiled, pouring shots for everyone, it was a normal routine for you all. You had smiled at Josh, “Ready than ever.” You chuckled softly, picking up your shot. “Here’s to kick off the most badass tour…” Jake had said. You all cheered and downed your shots. That’s when she entered the room, “Okay guys! Time to start making way to the stage.” She smiled excitedly, causing a fire to ignite in you. You let the guys out first and followed behind them, that’s when you heard her footsteps behind you.

“Good luck Danny.” She spoke softly. “Thanks…” You gave her a light smile, continuing to walk to the stage.

You twirled the drum stick between your fingers, taking a seat at your kit, hearing the fans chanting for you guys as the curtain was in place. Then Jake starts playing his riff making the crowd go wild, you start pounding the drums then the curtain falls.

The energy is unlike anything. The crowd was loud, and the sound you guys made together was gold. You were happy to be back on stage, enjoying what you love most with your brothers.

In between songs you would check the side stage for her. Hoping she was watching you play, and to your surprise she was. But he was next to her, inches apart from one another as they watched you guys perform. You turned your head back to the crowd playing more aggressively than before. Making the girls in the crowd go wild. You fed off of the high that it gave you. You started playing in a way that should catch her eye, but it didn’t. She was caught in conversation with him.

You asked for a drink through the little set up you guys had, and one of the crew members brought you a drink. “Hey, put that guy over there to work. I’m sure there is something around here that needs to be done.” You said in a stern tone to your crew. He nodded and walked off telling him to do something. You just want him away from her, and out of your sight.

The rest of the show went well. You took a shot with a fan, and gave out a couple drumsticks, then made it backstage to find her standing there. You walked past her in a pissed off mood, making it known to her, you ignored her as she tried to start a conversation with you. “Danny, Danny!” You heard her running after you.

You walked into your dressing room, slamming the door shut behind you.

Her POV

You followed behind Danny until he slammed the door in your face. “First of all, that’s fucking rude. And secondly, open the goddamn door!” You jiggle the handle, trying to open it. But Danny is holding it shut from the other side. “Danny, what the fuck is your issue?” You pounded on the door. “Hell-“ The door opens, “What is it Y/N? What is so goddamn important right now. Wouldn’t you rather be up what’s his face’s ass.” He was angry, sweat running down his chest.

“His name is Gabe, and no. I’m not even interested in him. Dude won’t leave me alone.” You exclaimed to him. Closing the door shut behind you. Leaving it to be you two in the room.

“Are you sure about that, because you seemed to have loved his attention earlier…” Danny moved closer to you. “Did you not just hear me, the guy wouldn’t leave me alone.” You looked at him pissed off, “Don’t get cocky with me princess…” He said sternly, lifting your chin with his hand. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded.” He clicked his tongue. “I didn’t even do any-“ Whack You felt a sting on your ass. “What did I say?” He growled at you.

You looked him in the eyes, “Don’t get cocky with you…” You mumbled, he smacked your ass again, definitely leaving a red print now. You bit your lip suppressing a moan. “If you listen… Then you’ll get rewarded. If you don’t then you get nothing and have to watch me get off.” He smirked, placing his hand against your throat. “Now are you gonna shut up and listen?” You nodded, “Words princess. Use your words.” He looked at you. “Yes, Sir.” “Good.” He moved his hand down to your waist.

He went to lift your shirt up, “First of all, we need all this off.” He smirked, helping you remove your shirt. You stripped your clothes off, leaving you bare in front of him. “So beautiful princess…” He trailed off, kissing your lips softly, then placing kisses along your jawline. Moving his one hand down your tummy, then running his fingers across your clit gathering your arousal. “Is all this for me, or for Gabe.” He said his name coldly, like he was dead.

“For y-you…” Your breath hitched as he rubbed slow circular motions against your clit. “That’s right, it’s all mine.” He smirked at you, “Pathetic really… He doesn’t get to devour this pussy like I do…”

“P-please…” You whined out to him. “Please what?” He purred in your ear, biting it softly. “Touch me…” He chuckled softly to your response. “Oh baby… I’m not gonna touch you just yet. You’re gonna suck daddy’s cock.” He held your face close to his. “On your knees.” He smirked at you, you obeyed his order not wanting to test him just yet. You sat on your knees in front of him, moving your hands up to undo his pants.

He let you take over for now, you removed his pants revealing his hard on that you could see straining against his briefs. You bit your lip looking at him, “Come on…” He looked at you with lust filled eyes. You pulled his briefs down, his cock slapped against his abdomen. He kicked his pants and briefs off the side, stroking himself slowly.

Taking matters into your hands, you took a hold of him in one hand, stroking him slowly and placing your other hand on his hip. He let his head tilt back, letting out a moan. You smirked, seeing the pre-cum on the tip you swipe your tongue across earning another breathy moan from him. He then yanked your hair. “Don’t tease.” He growled at you, “Suck it.”

You wrapped your mouth around him, pushing your head down taking him inch by inch. Tears swelling up in your eyes as you take him in deeper, feeling your lips starting to crack at the sides with how thick he is. You could feel your throat starting to tighten up around him, slowly becoming mad at yourself for not being able to fit him the whole way in.

“C’mon baby. You can do better than that” Danny spoke softly, his thumb gently rubbing against your cheek in a soothing motion. “Relax your throat for me” , taking a deep breath through your nose, trying not to gag. “That’s a good girl.”

You continued to work through it, using your other hand to stroke him as you continued to swirl tongue around him. You pulled back making a pop sound. “Fuck…” Danny groaned, grabbing your chin making you look at him. “Get on all four, on the couch.” He let go of your chin, signaling for you to move.

You nodded moving to the couch, sitting on your knees and hands like he demanded. You felt his hands run over your ass, gripping your ass before smacking it with his one hand. Earning a moan from you, he moved his face close to your ear. “You're gonna be a good girl for daddy, right?” You nodded, and he pulled your hair making you look back at him. “Use your words.”

“Yes, daddy.” You bit your lip from the stinging feeling of him pulling your hair. He let go, letting your head fall. “Good.” He ran his fingers across your entrance, collecting your slick. “Just begging for my touch…” He smirked to himself. You pushed yourself against him for friction. “Please…” You whined.

“What was that baby?” He rubbed circles on your clit with his fingers. “Please, fuck me…” You begged for him. “You’re not being very convincing…” He swatted at your pussy. You moaned at his action, “Please Danny. I want your cock inside of me.” You pressed against him again, “So needy…” He grabbed a hold of your hips, then took his hand wrapping it around his cock teasing you as he pressed slowly into your entrance.

“If you don’t fuck me, I’ll find-“ Then Danny slammed into you earning a yelp from you as you felt the sting of him stretching you out. “Fuck!” You yelled out, biting your lips holding back tears. “I’m sorry, what was that?” He snapped his hips harder as he thrusted deep inside of you. “N-nothing…” You gasped from the feeling of him buried in you.

“You think he can fuck you better?” He wrapped his hand into your hair, pulling you back. He kept his other hand on your hip holding you in place as he kept pounding harder making lewd sounds in the green room. “No…” You whined out.

“Whose pussy is this?” He growled out, “Y-yours…” You moaned out gripping the cushion of the couch. “Say it. Say my name.” He smacked your ass, thrusting faster. “It’s yours, Danny!” You screamed, “Fuck…” Your head fell forward as he let go of your hair again.

“That’s what I thought.” He moved his free hand now to start rubbing circles on your clit as you clenched around him. You were on the verge of your orgasm and he could tell. “Come on baby, let me hear you.” He moaned out, as you buried your head into the cushion, as you felt your legs starting to give out.

Feeling how close you are he pulls out, making you whimper at the loss, your flipped around onto your back eyes on the verge of tears, "I told you I want to hear you, only good girls get rewarded." He looked angry, and fucked out.

“I’ll listen… I swear.” You whined for him. He spread your legs, lining himself up with you. As he pushed into you slowly. You moaned as he bottomed out into you. “I need more than that sweetheart.” He pulled your hips closer to him, as he began to snap his hips harder into you. “Fuck…” You moaned out louder, yelling his name. “That’s right baby… Let it out.” He wrapped his hand around your throat lightly, making you watch him fuck you.

You felt yourself clenching around him, as your legs started to feel like jello. “Please Danny…” You whined out, gripping his arm. “Does my pretty girl want to cum?” He smirked at you. You nodded your head, gasping from him pounding into you. “Use your words.” He gripped your throat a little tighter then released slowly. “Please, let me cum on your cock.” You moaned out, your eyes rolling back.

“Atta girl.” He smirked rubbing circles on your clit as he thrusted into you harder. You clenched around him again as you came undone. Feeling him twitch beneath you, “Inside Danny…” You begged for him. He looked at you with lust blown eyes. “You sure…” He questioned you as he felt himself get closer. “Yes… Fill me up.” You moaned out again from the overstimulation.

“Together princess, give me one more…” He groaned, rubbing circles against your clit again. You were already on the brink of another orgasm. “I c-can’t…” You whined out, feeling defeated. “Yes you can. Come on.” He kissed your lips softly, pounding softer than he was before. Taking long strokes as he kept rubbing circles on your clit. You moaned against his lips, feeling him twitch once more as you clenched around him again.

He spilled inside of you, as you came undone around him. Your legs shaking as he finished filling you up. He pulled at slowly as you whimpered from the loss of him. He got on his knees to watch his cum spill out of you. “Look at that beautiful mess…” He chuckled softly, cleaning up with his fingers pressing it back into you. Earning a whine from you.

“You did so well.” He smiled softly, grabbing a clean wet rag to clean you up. You giggled softly, standing up feeling your legs wobble a bit. You picked up your clothes and put them back on. “Maybe I should piss you off more…” You smiled to yourself.

“Are you sure you want to test that out princess?” He smirked at you as he cleaned himself up, and put his street clothes on. “If it gets you to fuck me like that, then yeah.” You giggled softly, watching his expression soften.

“It’s tempting.” He smirked as he finished dressing. You then heard a knock on the door, “Daniel! We have to be on the buses otherwise we’re leaving your ass behind.” Josh yelled through the door. You both looked at each other laughing quietly. “I’ll be out! Just finishing freshening up.” He yelled back to him.

You gathered yourself, fixing your hair in the mirror before getting ready to leave. “Come see me tomorrow?” He pulled your hand. “When we arrive at the hotel, alright?” You smiled softly, “Yeah…” He smiled letting your hand go. “I should probably leave the room first though.” He chuckled softly, you nodded letting him leave as you set his suit on the rack to be packed up to dry clean. You then left his room, bumping into Sam.

“Oh hey, wait. What were you doing in Danny’s room?” He smirked as you felt like you were on the hotspot…

“Anyone ever tell you to mind your business Samuel?” Danny sneered at his best friend, without taking another glance in your direction he left the room abruptly - pulling on the arm of Sam.

“I was just wondering. It’s weird to see you and y/n together.” Sam harshly whispered to his best friend, not knowing that you were still in earshot.

“I know…I’m trying to be friendly. It’ll make it easier for Josie. Don’t look at me like that. I’m not catching feeling, if anything it would just be a quick fuck.”

Swallowing the lump that was rising in your throat - feeling tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you finally closed the door, hoping that the pair of men would hear the click.

[jennyboom21]

It might seem strange, especially for those who only know Marshawn Lynch for his football career, to see the Super Bowl champ in a comedy about queer high school girls launching a fight club.

Bottoms (in theaters now) features the 37-year-old former NFL star in a scene-stealing role as Mr. G, a clueless teacher overseeing the feminist after-school club launched by Rachel Sennott’s PJ and Ayo Edebiri’s Josie. Even the film’s director and co-writer, Emma Seligman, admits she initially thought landing Lynch was a long shot.

“It was such a random movie for him to be in that I was so shocked that he even was considering it,” the Shiva Baby filmmaker (who goes by she/they pronouns) tells PEOPLE.

But the real reason for this unlikely casting is altogether more personal: Marshawn Lynch’s queer sister, Marreesha Sapp-Lynch, says he asked her whether to add Bottoms to a growing acting résumé that includes Westworld and Murderville.

“From the beginning when he read the script, he said that I came to mind,” recalls Sapp-Lynch, 34. “I was like, ‘Most definitely you should do it.’ I just told him, ‘It'll get you to understand, get more knowledge about the lesbian community.”

Like the characters of PJ and Josie, Sapp-Lynch has identified as a lesbian since high school. It felt easy coming out to her mother Delisa, she remembers — “She'll tell me to this day, 'I always knew you liked girls!'” — but brothers David, Marshawn and Davonte had a less straightforward reaction.

“They were understanding, but they didn't understand,” Sapp-Lynch tells PEOPLE. “Marshawn had a lot of questions and was thinking it was his fault: ‘What did I do?’ Because growing up he would always say I couldn't have a boyfriend, ‘You can't talk to boys.’ We’d go to a party and he'd be asking everybody, ‘Did you dance with my sister?’ But I wasn't attracted to boys, so I didn't dance with them!”

Her brother has accepted and celebrated her sexual orientation since those teenage years, Sapp-Lynch says. Case in point: Marshawn helped plan her 2021 wedding and walked her down the aisle.

“I asked him to walk me down the aisle because our dad passed away,” says Sapp-Lynch with a smile. “He cried the whole time,” she adds.

“He doesn’t cry — or I don't see him cry. The fact that he did cry and shed some tears, it meant a lot to me.” (Marshawn was so invested in his sister’s wedding, in fact, he urged the pair to reschedule it from 2023 to 2021. “He was very much involved in the whole planning... He called us at 5:00 a.m. talking about the cake designs and party favors.”)

But with Bottoms, a comedy produced by Amazon’s Orion Pictures and Elizabeth Banks’ Brownstone Productions, Marshawn had a bigger opportunity to honor his sister. Discussing the role of Mr. G with the footballer, Seligman, 28, remembers thinking there must have been “more of a connection here beyond him wanting to be in a funny movie or something.”

“In his words, he said he wasn't amazing about it when Marreesha came out in high school and that he felt like this was the universe giving him a chance to right his wrongs,” she adds. “He made it seem like that was really what was interesting him the most about it.”

Throughout the film’s shoot in New Orleans, Seligman says, “he kept on bringing up Marreesha.” Especially when Sapp-Lynch and her wife visited the set, she recalls, “He kept on being like, ‘That's my sister.’ In a way where it was like a proud parent [of queer kids] — a proud brother.”

And when Orion Pictures president Alana Mayo suggested Marshawn for Mr. G, Seligman says, she realized it might expand the moviegoing audience of Bottoms. “Him believing in these girls and getting to know them and getting to understand them means a lot in the grand scheme of things within the crazy conservative town that they're in.”

Plus, the story’s homophobic characters are obsessed with the high school football team, Seligman points out. “To have a legendary football player like him playing this character that's getting to know this subsection of this town, and see them as real people with valid desires and hormones and feelings — that's pretty cool that Marshawn is representing that kind of straight, male character.”

Sapp-Lynch agrees, and says seeing a movie full of gay characters like Bottoms while coming out in high school “would've helped me make me feel easier, make me feel better about me being who I am.”

“I didn't understand my sexuality in high school, so I actually think it might've freaked me out,” admits Seligman. “It would've excited me. Maybe it would've jumpstarted some things!”

Of co-writing the film with Sennott, she says, “I really just wanted to see my high school self in a stupid comedy.” She recalls a quote from Edebiri: “Being stupid is a political act.”

“Just having queer characters in something so silly and that's not serious feels subversive,” Seligman continues. “I don't think we're trying to prove anything political or have some sort of deeper message or meaning out of the movie. Other than ‘Gay people can be funny, sexy and horny, and that's normal.’ Sometimes just normalizing something is enough.”

“Marshawn in the movie,” she adds, “beyond him being a wonderful actor and improviser and a lovely human being, it is wild that it might be seen by so many more people who wouldn't have otherwise seen it.”

[ninthprime]

i don’t ever post about snowpiercer on here despite the fact that i’ve watched it since season one started- not sure why i didn’t share my thoughts frankly. i was definitely adjacent to the circles that dismissed season one for seeming like a murder mystery show at first, and i thought it was alright, but season two was actually the one that really impressed me and made me an actual fan of the show (which seems to not be the opinion of most people in the fandom, interestingly). part of it is that i have almost never watched it live for the most part- it’s the last of the shows that my dad and i would watch together when i lived at home, so i don’t usually remember to start it until he does. and maybe i still thought it was cringe? but look, i’m firmly of the belief that everyone needs a show that’s basically a 7/10 but that you feel an attachment to nonetheless.

uh, all that said, i’m up to 4x06 now (and pretty thoroughly spoiled on the rest of the season) so here’s some season four thoughts

first of all i cant believe no one has made a "i miss my wife tails" edit of till talking to ben. literally all that was playing in my head whenever she brought up audrey

to get the big thing out of the way: i’m slightly less peeved about new eden allowing layton and co to take the train than most people, but to me the frustrating part is actually that i think the problems with that storyline are fairly easy to fix, to the point that i wonder if a scene was deleted. by the end of 4x06 we know for a fact that millius’ group is planning to ambush new eden (the bombs oz found), but i think it’s pretty obvious that new eden is under some sort of threat from the moment liana gets kidnapped and zarah dies. this is less of a 100% solution and more a papering over, but i think all you really need is someone else giving another speech after layton’s not-speech in 4x03 about how everyone’s loved ones on snowpiercer are being worked to death, and now the people responsible appear to have killed a new eden resident and kidnapped a child- meaning they’ve found the town already and likely have plans for everyone there. if you give that speech, you don’t have to frame this storyline as “new eden lets layton risk everything for his kid”; you can instead do “new eden knows they’re at potentially immediate risk, so they’re sending a scouting mission with hopes of helping their loved ones and saving themselves.” you’d still be able to do the “layton is making selfish choices for his kid” story, because i think everyone in his main circle would pick up that it’s what he’s doing, and they’d have to work around that and bounce off of it. you could still poke a lot of holes in this but i think that would reduce a lot of the frustration with the premise of this season.

more scattered thoughts:

zarah’s death is not something i like but it’s entirely not a surprise. that said, if they had to do it, i think having josie there is exactly the right move. that part worked real well for me.

ben’s death is also pretty well executed for me! seeing him literally hype himself up to die and then seeing till at the last moment was rough! i feel like if i ever rewatch (and i’m definitely thinking about it) i need to pay more attention to ben. he has a rough edge to him that i think is easy to forget about (ie. being a big part of mel’s choice to steal the train) and seeing his arc as a whole strikes me as a worthwhile exercise.

for all that’s shaky about season 4 it’s giving me a lot of my favorite snowpiercer thing, which is “the appealing cast/characters of this show bouncing around in fun new ways.” ben and till’s friendship was great, i loved the till and ruth talking in the bath scene, and i think the javi-sykes-oz trio is the most chaotic “throw a bunch of supporting characters into a storyline and see what happens” bit that we’ve ever had. oz leaving a severed hand on javi’s desk and then that turning into javi trying to show sykes he trusts her by showing her said severed hand gave me the biggest “this is the weird shit that i watch this show for!!” reaction i’ve had so far.

i think everyone is underrating the javi/sykes stuff this season actually, beyond just “this is cute.” i’m biased because i love them both (javi is tied with alex as my favorite character in this show and sykes has always been underutilized, so i’m extremely happy to see her more), but i found both their conversations about their relationship in 4x04 to be really interesting- javi interpreting her as overprotective of him, sykes having a lot of hangups about everyone trusting her, etc. it turns out that when you bond with someone over being abused by the same person you both still have trauma about that thing. and this is exactly the type of hets i like, so i’m biting into it like a juicy apple.

speaking of alex i have been lowkey disappointed that she hasn’t done much yet but it has been interesting seeing her have to hold back about her worries for new eden and now mourning ben because she’s juggling her seemingly endless list of dads. will be very interested to see her with her mom again.

gotta give a shout out to my two favorite fits in this season so far: 1. audrey’s little work headband outfit in 4x02, of course she is killing it even on the killer work train, and 2. sykes’ pink overalls agsec outfit which is soooo cute on her. also till’s new haircut this season unironically works for me lol

the purest joy of this show is whenever a minor character who has inexplicably survived for four seasons pops up and gets to do things. every time i see dr pelton, tristan, z-wreck, or lights i’m hooting and hollering.

hey “jackson cage” came up on shuffle while i wrote this post and that’s a snowpiercer song if there ever was one. does anyone here make amvs. i’m giving that to you all for free. make it any ship you want, i can think of like three that fit

anyway what if i posted about this show now that the entire thing is done. that’d be fucking funny

[sidhewrites]

Nineteen. Get ready! Things are happening! Drama is about to unfold! I've decided rather than leaning into more grounded horror, I'm going to have "higher" stakes but it's a little more cartoonish and obvious that the story will have a happy ending. It was my original plan, which means a lot of the earlier content will have to be rewritten, but I think the next few chapters will be a lot of fun.

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I get back to my apartment first. Again, Josie finds me sitting on the living room floor, book open on my lap to the page Ruby showed me before. I don't know if it's the lack of sleep or constant teeth-grinding that's doing it, but for some reason, looking at the book gives me a headache. Something about the illustrations don't sit right in my brain. They keep moving in the corner of my eye, shifting just slightly, but as soon as I look at them straight on, nothing's changed. I don't get it. I don't like it. But I'm grateful not to be alone anymore when Josie arrives, with various folders and printouts, and two homemade grimoires.

If things were less awful right now, I'd say something clever, or at least call her a witch, but instead, I just look up with a relieved smile. "Ghost book," I say, holding it up,

"You have no idea how jealous I am."

"Of my ghost book?"

"Of your ability to see ghosts. After we take care of Renfield, the next thing on our list is figuring out why."

"You sound confident."

"I am." She sat down beside me, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "We'll figure it out. Everything's gonna be fine, okay?"

"Okay."

"What time is it?"

I check my phone. It's 4:36, but, more importantly, it's only a half hour until sundown. Even if Lucy doesn't know how to help, neither Josie nor I would say no to a third set of eyes to help us figure out the right way forward.

But Josie frowns. She stares hard at the book, withdrawing her arm and turning her head this way and that, as if a different angle would make the letters more legible. "It's definitely the Latin alphabet," she says after a minute, but the words aren't coming together for her.

I point at the illustrations, still not sure what to make of them. There's definitely something there -- distinct lines of ink meant to invoke the idea of a shape of some kind. But it's like looking out of a foggy window. "Can you make anything of that?"

"It looks like...a ghost?" She holds up a hand before I can protest. "Like a classic depiction of a ghost. A semi-formed person in the mist, kind of. Maybe standing above an animal's body?" She points to the dark shape at the bottom of one of the images.  When I don't respond, she scoffs. "Okay, well, what does it look like to you?"

"No-- I mean..." I gesture helplessly. "I only mean that it's a little convenient, if that's a ghost coming out of an animal's body, don't you think? It can't be that easy as decoding some mysterious book and, bam, here's a banishment ritual." Maybe Lucy would have better luck deciphering it when we met with her.

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"It's a banishment ritual," Lucy says, leaning over the book. The little crease has formed between her eyebrows as she stands besides me, tilting her head back and forth as if a different angle would reveal its secrets.

"Shut up." I barely resist slamming the book shut in frustration. It's not that easy. There's a catch. There's always a catch.

"No, I mean it." She points at a few words. "There's the word banish, and these are ingredients...I think." But when she indicates another line in the text, it doesn't make sense to me. "Ask Josie, would you, please? I wonder if she might have a better idea of this than myself."

Josie looks up. "Did someone say my name?" Unable to talk to Lucy herself, she's been sitting off to the side, reviewing her various papers for any hint of something useful. But now she looks up, confused, looking between me and where she assumes Lucy is standing.

"Er..." Lucy starts, fiddling with a bit of lace on her dress. "I suppose I did say her name."

"You did do that." I nod tentatively. "Josie, you heard her say your name?"

"Did I?"

"Lucy, say it again."

Lucy shifts, and does so. "Josie?"

"Oh --" Josie's eyes go wide. "That was Lucy, wasn't it?"

I nod.

"I heard -- I heard my name. Like something whispering to me in the trees, or the wind, or something. I heard it."

[Transition. They put their heads together and form something of a plan. Then,]

I stop at the end of the walkway. Josie waits just on the other side of the gate, but all this thinking has given me an idea. "Do you think..." I start, frowning at my feet, then at the hem of Lucy's gown, just barely transparent. If I squint, I think I see a few blades of grass bend underneath the fabric's weight. "Hey, um. Lucy, come here a minute?"

She doesn't understand where I'm going with this, but, after a moment, she does. She follows me to the edge of the pavement, our toes just barely touching the threshold.

"Do you feel anything?" I ask. When she still doesn't follow, I prompt her further. "Some kind of boundary, or something that means you can't go any further? You told me the other day you can feel when you reach it."

[She considers it.] Then, slowly, holding her breath, Lucy reaches a hand out. Past her feet. Past the gate. And into the world outside the Graveyard.

It takes all my will not to scoop her up into a hug then and there. [Cheering.] [Possibly take out and have this scene happen a

"Come on. Say stop as soon as you feel something. Let's see what you can do." I can't help the sudden thrill in my heart. Terrible as things are, I can't help but imagine taking Lucy out on the town. I'd be a proper gentleman with a lady on his arm, listening in awe as she tells me about how excited she was when gas lamps were replaced by electricity, and how the radio works. Or maybe I'd take her for coffee. Even if she couldn't drink it, I imagine she'd be thrilled to watch the espresso machines and the steamers at work.

She steps slowly. We make it the six feet to the asphalt, then to the crosswalk. She's in the very middle of the street as she comes to a stop, eyes wide, head on a swivel.

[possibly take this scene out and add after the magnus part]

[Dialogue. She's so hype to be here. Can she get into kaz's front door?]

The time for wonder stops abruptly as a fire alarm goes off in my building. I look up, and my stomach drops. Smoke wafts in my window, too wispy to block out any light just yet. But I can see it. I leave Josie and Lucy behind, and sprint into the building, down the hallway, to my front door.

Green smoke seeps out under the crack in my door, smelling vaguely of rotten eggs and charred bacon. Bafflingly, the first thing that pops into my head isn't oh my god fire, but instead Renfield is burning breakfast.

In my defense, it's been a crazy few days.

I throw the door open without thinking, coughing as the putrid smell fills my throat. "Renfield!" I shout, tugging my sweatshirt off and holding it over my mouth. "Baby!" Neighbors poke their heads out the doors. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hope someone calls the fire department, but I stumble around the apartment focused only on saving my cat. I forget that half the furniture had been moved, and knock my knees into a chair before nearly falling over the couch. But I make my way to the bathroom, where the smoke is thickest, pouring out from under the door like gaseous vomit.

I curse, and forget myself. In my panic, I throw the door open.

A man cackles, and a dark shape sprints out of the room, barely shin-high.

He flees into the night, taking the smoke with him.

In its wake are strange, glowing footprints in the shape of little kitty paws.

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Code Blue - CH. 12 "The Visit"

Summary: A dinner turns sour. Two visits rock Lee's world. One is shattering.

*Warnings* Angst, language, alcohol use, death

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Orlando, Marie

Salem, Massachusetts

February 22, 2023

It was 5:30 pm and Dr. Bloom was getting dressed for his dinner date with you. He must have tried on twenty different blazers as none were appeasing to him. He debated on just wearing his light blue dress shirt with a tie, but his nerves were on overload and the tie felt like a boa constrictor was wrapped around his neck. Ripping that off, he finally settled on a casual navy plaid jacket to match his slacks and checked himself over in the mirror with a satisfied smile upon his face.

Just as he grabbed his keys to leave, his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a not so happy text from Lee.

"So. I hear you have ANOTHER date tonight with Jo. You know, the girl you knew I have deep feelings for? You couldn't wait to move in on her after her and I had some issues. In fact, you wanted her to yourself all along since you failed to tell me she had asked to see me before she left the hospital. You told her you would tell me when you saw me...and you did see me, multiple fucking times. Yeah, I know all about that now and so does she. I don't buy it for one minute that it slipped your mind either. All this time you knew what she meant to me, means to me and this is what you do. Those photos weren't so far fetched after all were they? Good luck man, I wish you both the best."

"Fuck," Orlando whispered and immediately called Lee to explain, but on the first ring, it went straight to voicemail so he knew Lee ignored the call.

Now he was worried about what you were thinking. You hadn't contacted him about it or canceled tonight's dinner plans, so he wasn't sure what to do now. Should he call you first or just show up, he thought as he pondered over those two options for a good five minutes. He decided to just face the music and go. The worst that could happen would be you decking him into next week like he witnessed you do to Lee....and that thought made him cringe something awful.

Orlando fretted all the way to your place about what he was going to say and chose to wait and see what you said....or did as he prepared himself for a possible slug to the jaw.

He pulled into the driveway at 5:55 pm and sat for a few moments, trying to breathe and find the courage to get out. To be safe, he had brought the tie with him and quickly put it back on because he didn't know how you would be dressed or where you would want to go. He wanted to look his best for you even if it meant losing air.

He rang the doorbell and you opened it quite quickly. To his surprise, you then lunged forward and threw your arms around him.

"Josie...are you alright?" he asked in concern as he held you in shock over the unexpected embrace. He was quite relieved that his jaw had been spared.

"I'm fine....just ready to get the hell out of here. So, where to?" you asked as you released him. His chocolate orbs gave you a respectful one over.

"Well...can I first say that you look incredibly beautiful?"

"Thank you." you self-consciously said as you stood there in a boring blue sweater, black leggings and knee high leather boots.

"So do you."

Realizing that you just referred to him as beautiful also, you sheepishly laughed. "I mean... you look really handsome."

Orlando chuckled. "Well thank you. So where would you like to go?"

"How about that clam chowder at my family's pub that you said you would come try?" you asked with a shy grin.

"Ahhh that's right. Alright...then clam chowder it is." Orlando accordingly smiled as he recalled his last words to you in your hospital room of telling you he would maybe come try it sometime.

You were quiet for the entire ride as every brain cell in your head danced around Lee's beautiful face. He was definitely one you would refer to as beautiful as a first choice description without feeling awkward about it. You should have been with him tonight, eating your favorite food, pizza, and watching movies, cuddled up against him on his couch. Instead, here you were with his best friend in which you knew you should have canceled like you told Lee you wanted to do. But Lee pretty much kicked you out, telling you to go be with Orlando...at least that's how Lee made you feel. This was all so wrong. This is not where you wanted to be or were supposed to be....and your heart knew it as it screamed in aching desire for the one man you knew you had fallen crazy in love with. And for a moment, like Lee said that's all you both ever had...you thought he had felt the same way about you.

Orlando and you arrived at the Brady pub and sat at a table since all of the booths were full. It was a Wednesday night during happy hour and fish and chips were the special which always packed in the Irish crowd as well as any other seafood loving customers. Your parents had bought this place when you had first moved to the U.S. from Ireland in your early teens and it was named after your mother's side of the family. You had quite a few cousins that lived here and helped run the place besides you and tonight it was Marie March, your dad's brother's daughter. She was one of the few first cousins you actually liked and spent time with. Another one was Maxi, but you didn't see much of her anymore since her husband Nathan, another Salem police officer, was killed in the line of duty a few years ago who was Britt's younger and other brother aside from Dave and one other you preferred to never speak of if at all possible. Dave, Britt and Nathan all shared the same mother, but Dave had a different father. Maxi had been like you, one shitty relationship after another until she met Nathan and it broke your heart that she had been dealt such a raw deal after she had finally found true love. You knew what it was like too, being in love with a cop and dreading that life altering call. But Maxi didn't get that call, instead she witnessed his death....and ever since then, she had become a recluse to life.

"Josephine, well this is a surprise. And who might this handsome fellow be?" Marie asked with a welcoming smile, although her eyes told you she was certainly curious about the guy at your side as she knew you had been single for close to a year now. She also knew why, after what Gerry did, among two others, Jeffrey and E.J., that you had been involved with which were no better than him.

"Hi Marie." Your eyes widened as you emphasized her name to tell her to not make a big deal out of this, in which she picked up on. "This is my friend, Dr. Bloom, whom I brought to try the clam chowder."

"Ahhh I see. Is that what you will be having...Doctor...Bloom?"

You heard it in her voice, the skepticism that he was something more than a friend.

"Please, call me Orlando and yes, I would like to try this so called super soup....and a bud light on tap if you have that please."

Marie chuckled and wrote down his order.

"Yes, we do...Orlando...and you Josie?"

Your eyes searched the menu as if you didn't know every single item on it. In that moment, you wondered what Lee's favorite foods were and what he would choose off of this menu that held a little bit of everything from straight up greasy fried goodness to prime rib. You pegged him to be a classic burger and fries kind of guy but you would never know now would you?

"Come on Josie, this is thirty minutes of my life I will never get back. Just have what you always have. Chips." Marie jokingly begged.

You sarcastically sighed and handed her the menu. "Fine. Chips and a double of Jameson on the rocks."

"Ok. That's a bud light on tap, a bowl of chowder, an order of chips and a double shot of I'll regret this in the morning, coming right up.." she smirked and left.

"Well she's fun." Orlando laughed. "So...I take you out for dinner and all you order is french fries?" he asked with a playful smile.

"All you got was soup?" you giggled.

"Oh no, that's just an appetizer my dear lady. Going for the lasagna next and chocolate cake for dessert." he grinned.

"Jesus, where do you put it? I gained 5 pounds just by ordering those fries."

"It wouldn't matter how much you weigh. You're perfect."

You had no words and luckily didn't need any as Marie came back with the drinks, in which you took a mouthful of and swallowed it hard. It was clear Lee was right. Orlando was into you and you had been obliviously blinded to it because all your vision allowed was Lee.

Orlando noticed that he may have made you uncomfortable. "Josie...I'm sorry if I came on too strong.."

"Are you?" you bluntly asked as all your mixed feelings you were trying to flush about what Orlando did came gushing to the surface.

"Sorry?" he asked with surprise.

"Lee told me you had seen him the day I was released, and we both came to the conclusion that it was after I asked you to tell him I wanted to see him. ....and the times you saw him after that, you still never told him, but you told me you would whenever you saw him again." you briefly explained in detail as you looked right into his eyes. "Why?"

His eyes fell to his glass of beer as he fondled it for a moment, then he took a large swig.

"I'm sorry, I...I must have forgot. Things have just been hectic lately."

"And I had actually considered that, even defended that excuse to Lee, which didn't go over well at all. But the more I have thought about it up till right now...Orlando...you told me you didn't see him, that he had left already when you came back to my room. Why? Why did you lie to me? and why are you still lying to me?"

He became somewhat disgruntled, took another drink and firmly sat his glass down with a sardonic chuckle.

"So...I bring you to dinner and this is what our conversation is about? Lee?....but then again, it always is, isn't it? Why are you even here? Because he is upset over this? That I know, because he texted me tonight about it and then ignored my call afterwards. You know what he told me Josie? He told me good luck and wished us both the best. Why are you wasting your time with him? He clearly has issues and he is just going to drag you down with him. He's already been suspended from the hospital for his behaviors which may have caused medical negligence that resulted in a patient's death. So yes, to answer your question, I didn't tell him about you because I could tell you were into him, every woman always is and he don't need a relationship when his life is going to shit."

You were mind blown. First, you didn't know a thing about Lee's suspension as he never mentioned a word to you. Had he been embarrassed over it? Or just didn't tell you because of what all happened with Gerry? Second, Orlando's reaction was unexpected and cold....a side of him you had never seen.

He was right about two things. One, it was always about Lee and it always would be.....which you were now aching inside over what Orlando just revealed about Lee's patient. You couldn't even begin to imagine what Lee must be feeling with that kind of weight on his shoulders.....and two, you only went out with Orlando because you couldn't be with Lee.

You prayed for a sign. Should you just let Lee go and the moment, he simply called it, that you and he shared?

Two kids were arguing at the jukebox over which songs they wanted to play. One of the boys began vigorously pushing random buttons to make the other one mad. As the other boy ran off yelling for his mom, you couldn't make up what happened next even if you tried. The first time ever I saw your face began playing. You finished off your drink as you fought back the forming tears as your sign had been sent and received.

"So you just decided to make that decision for him...and for me. It's quite clear to me that you didn't do that for his benefit, but solely for your own. I want to go home. Please take me back."

You stood up and so did Orlando.

"Josie, please sit back down. Let's talk about this. I didn't mean to sound harsh."

"Then what did you mean?

"Because I don't think you give a damn about Lee's feelings or what he's going through. I thought you did before, until your true colors just shone bright like a diamond."

"No Josie, that's not true. We've been best friends since high school. If I didn't care, why did I even bother coming to tell you about the pictures your sister sent him?"

"Ummm, I don't know, to make yourself look good in my eyes?"

"So...what...you think I'm fake? Is that it? What about you? What did you come here for when you could have just canceled? Clearly you wanted to come...unless you're here out of pity or obligation...but then there's the hug when I arrived which felt a lot more than a friendly one. You were glad to see me....I mean...weren't you?"

"I was, yes. But you're making it into something that it's not and I am sorry if I have ever mislead you. I can give you honesty, something clearly can't. I came here tonight because Lee and I had an argument...and I never should have because it's what caused the entire fight to begin with. He said the same thing, that since I accepted your invitation, then I must have wanted to be with you. He wrote me a letter before all that which is why I went to him...if I had received that letter before you asked me, I would have declined. So...If it weren't for all that, I would be with him tonight...right where I wanted to be. You and I...there could never be a you and I...you're his best friend as you said. How awkward would that be for one? I would still see him from time to time and I couldn't deal with that...and two, I...I don't have romantic feelings for you Orlando. Only friendship...and even then, how can I trust what you say now?"

All he did was stare at you after your cold hard truths.

"Well then...I don't see how we could even remain friends if seeing Lee will bother you so much and since you cannot trust me. I will just stay away from you from now on."

You had hurt him and you never wanted to or meant to. You figured no more should be said.

"Ok." you simply agreed as you peered up at him in shock of his solution.

Amazed by your ease of agreement, he pulled out a 50 dollar bill and tossed it onto the table with a disbelieving half smile as he nodded.

"I guess that's it then. I'll take you home."

He waited for you to go and then he followed.

The entire drive back was pure silence as he never gave a single look at you either. You knew that because you slightly glanced at him a few times, feeling like shit for being so painfully upfront to him. You didn't think he was a bad person for he had always been nothing but good to you....and you surely would miss him.

Pulling into the driveway, he stopped and put the car in reverse as he sat with his foot on the brake waiting for you to get out. You opened the door and then turned back to him.

"Orlando I..."

"You should go." he flatly said as he still wouldn't look at you.

Your eyes welled up with tears as you sighed and got out, watching him drive off. You didn't want things to end this way and hoped it would not be permanent.

Orlando sat down to eat his usual tv dinner and poured himself a glass of wine. He went to take a bite of the potatoes but they were still frozen which turned off to eating entirely.

Dropping the fork, he knocked back his wine in three gulps and poured another glass, then just stared at it. His lips pursed as anger began to consume him.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!" he shouted and threw the glass, shattering it against the wall, then stood huffing as he watched the staining red liquid streak down the pure white panel.

He then went to his room and laid down where your picture still sat beside his bed, but this time, staring only at the ceiling.

February 23, 2023.

Lee was up bright and early working on the porch, cleaning up the mess from the window fulmination the day prior.

He hadn't slept a wink as thoughts of you being with Orlando monopolized his brain, imagining his supposable best friend's lips on yours...and much more. Then he thought of how terrible he was to you. You had told him you would cancel so you could stay with him and he had stupidly told you to go, and not in a very nice way. Your last words resonated loudly in his head...you're your own worst enemy. How right you were. He didn't know a good thing, even when it hit him right in the face...and his jaw still slightly ached to prove it. Every five minutes, he looked at his phone in hopes there would be a message from you and every five minutes he fought off the urge to message you first. It wasn't pride keeping him from doing so...it was a lot shame...and a little bit of residual anger.

The back door in the kitchen blew open and banged against the counter. Lee knew this sound from when Jacob used to come hauling ass inside from the back yard. He immediately went to see what happened as it was not a windy day.

After everything that he had already witnesses of supernatural events, this shouldn't have came as no surprise to him, but it did in ways that no words could express or explain.

Before him, in the doorway stood a sunlike glowing vision of what he could make out to be a woman with a little boy clinging to her....

It then became clear to him who they were. His mother and his son...Jacob. All he could do was gaze at the apparition with utter incredulity. The bright glow radiated over him with a soothing and peaceful feeling.

"M...Mom? Ja...Jacob??" Lee whimpered as tears burnt his disbelieving eyes.

His mother began to speak but he couldn't make out what she was saying. He tried desperately to read her lips and thought he may have deciphered one word...James. His father's name.

Lee reached down to touch Jacob, but lost his balance and fell to his hands and knees as they both vanished. He got up and went straight to the cupboard, pulling out a bottle of Jack and swigging down his first consumption of alcohol in two weeks, then turned back to stare at the empty doorway, trying to breathe. No one would ever believe this, for he couldn't even himself.....but he knew you would.

11:11 am.

Lee had blocked it all out of his mind and continued working on the house when he noticed the clock being at 11:11. It instantly reminded him of the texting conversation he had with you at that time and how you had gotten him to make a wish at the same time you did. He stopped what he was doing and gazed at the time, closing his eyes and wishing all over again for what he had wished for....you.

At exactly 11:22, you came walking through his wide open front door.

"Lee?"

The bewilderment of today's events had taken him aback by seeing your beautiful face after he had just wished for you only moments ago.

Immediately, you began babbling all of your feelings before he could even speak.

"I ended it with Orlando...I mean the friendship...and..I...I'm not gonna go there.....what gives you the right to tear up my life like this?? I just...what's between us...I need to know if it's real..."

"I...I just can't take another lie....do you care about me or not?" you continued as every fiber of your physical being trembled.

Your words caught him off guard and he walked down the steps to you.

"So, Orlando admitted to you that he lied, I gather...about telling you he didn't see me that day when he in fact did...like I told you....like you figured out as well..."

"Y..yes Lee. I ended the dinner before it ever began. I didn't want to be there. I wanted to be here and I even told him that in not so many words and made him take me home. I..I don't want to talk about him anymore. You were right ok? Is that what you want to hear?"

You sat down on the banquette at the bottom of the stairs and watched Lee so intensely as he sat down on the steps and looked at you in a way that answered the questions you had just asked him.

"I...I just need to hear you say it...I need to know what you feel about me. I can't take feeling this way anymore, being unhappy every minute I am away from you."

He gulped at your words. "Jo...you deserve to be happy. And...even if I feel you deserve so much better than me....it's all I want...to be the one that makes you happy. I can't take this feeling anymore either. Missing you...picturing you with someone else....my god of course it's real...I care a bout you more than you could ever know. I'll never understand what I ever did to deserve you, when I feel that I don't....I couldn't help myself...not one, not one single woman has ever made me feel this way....How dare you be so perfect... "

He then got up and walked over to you.

You stood up and almost broke down at his exceeded confirmation to what you needed to desperately know.

"There is no better than you.....are you sure you're not just saying that because it's what...what I need to hear?"

"Why would I tell you something that wasn't true Jo? Something so meaningful?" he said as he came closer to you. So much so, that you could deeply breathe in his cologne. You felt so small and innocently intimidated by his towering form standing over you, wanting him to just pick you up and shelter you in his strong arms, the place you have never felt more safe in.

"I...I don't know...I have heard so many things, things that were only words. I'm...I'm so scared to believe you. That...you're real."

He gaped down into your eyes and stroked the back of his hand down your cheek. His touch ceased your ability to breathe as your eyes were fixed in his stare....and then his deep supple voice spoke in such a way that caused tremors inside your core that has so anxiously yearned for him.

"I...I think we are having another moment. Let my actions prove my how real it is." he softly whispered with a seductive smile.

"I...ok." you squeaked, also in a soft whisper.....begging for his lips to take yours.

As you both stood immobile, locked within the moment, Lee broke the barrier and began to lower his mouth to yours. His warm flowing breath mixed into yours, giving you back the air you had lost within his gaze. But again...the moment was shut down by his phone ringing.

Startling you, you stepped down from your tippy toes as he closed his eyes in frustration and let out a heavy sigh.

"Here...let me shut my phone off."

Lee pulled it out of his pocket and went to push the button until he saw who was calling. His eyes held fear and his hand visibly shook as he answered it. It was so quiet in the house that you could hear every word the woman said to him.

"Dr. Pace. It's Angel. I..I don't know how to tell you this...but...your father...he passed away this morning...."

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MOTHERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK SO I binged Boy Blue over the last few days because I saw so much talk of White Lies and I had so much screaming to do but then I logged in to find CHAPTER 1 OF WHITE LIES AND NOW I HAVE TO JUST !?!?!?!?!!?!??

OK first of all: At no point did I see the end of Boy Blue coming. Every little detail of that story was so masterfully woven, I read it with my heart pounding and my jaw on the FLOOR. I have so many questions but honestly I might just shed my anon status to DM you and ask about it privately, for the sake of spoilers.

Maybe because I just binged Boy Blue, the parallels are obvious to me, but MY GOD YOU ARE A GENIUS.

Josie is so like Hana!!!!!!! In attitude and all. Please keep Josie safe, please please please!!!!!!!

I could absolutely stretch and reach for ways to compare Danny aka Changkyun to Jungkook and scream about how he is posed to be on the outside of this sordid web that mc is about to get caught in. I wouldn't say the two of them look alike, but I think they have similar builds, and similar styles. And they are both maknae!!!!!!! If he fucks mc against a wall I might actually die.

MC TELLING V THAT SHE IS JUST OUT OF A RELATIONSHIP AND IS UNSURE WHAT SHE WANTS.

MC LOOKING LIKE THE BOY BLUE MC.

I love that this MC is more smart/less naïve. I definitely did not get the hate that I have seen you mention about Boy Blue MC because I feel like you set her up to be naïve and delivered on that promise perfectly. If these characters reference Spirited Away, I will actually lose my mind.

You are just !!@#!@#!??!#!?@#@!#!?@@?!@#?!?@! So talented. It has just begun and I am already obsessed. I didn't think I could love something as much as I love Collateral, but you have completely sucked me in. - 🗡️

DAGGER OH MY GOODNESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i absolutely do not deserve you. YOU BINGE READ BOY BLUE!!!! you're the second person to tell me this in the last like two days lmaooooo i'm not even joking.

honestly, Boy Blue being woven together so well is a shock to even me because i never outlined or really planned ANYTHING for that fic. i was just doing my morning online classes and then opening up my apps to create chaos. you can even see in the end that it takes an abrupt shift in tone because i woke up one day and went, "hmmm. i want to end this now." 💀💀💀 White Lies has a bit of an outline already because i started doing that AFTER Boy Blue hahahaha. ALSO ASK ALL THE QUESTIONS YOU WANT!!! if you want to stay anonymous, you can also be vague as hell bc i will likely know what you're asking, and i can hide my answers under a read more!

YES DAGGER, THE PARALLELS ARE PARALLELING and i am so so so fucking happy that you see them. yes to all of the above. there will be more. when i was trying to think of another idol to be kind of the opposite world JK, Kyun came to mind immediately hahaha. i also am midkey obsessed with him, so there's also that. also uhhhh no comment about the wall sex mention, but if you see it in the fic, know that it is all your fault. i am neither confirming nor denying that mc will eventually hook up with our danny haha.

brb, adding a note to my outline so that i remember to mention Spirited Away in this fic asjsdajflas hahaha.

AHHHHH IM SO EXCITED THAT YOU ARE READING THIS ONE TOOOOOOO. you are going to have so much fun!!! 😍🤍🤍

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Like when I decided to have Leo become an Archer/Bard, I too, have caved and decided Hayley should pick up being a Rogue along with her Monk job (you can read more about my Hosie/Hosie fankids FFXIV AU here and here // alternatively, for the non-AU Hosie/Hosie fankids lore, you can find the post about the kiddos here!)

I was kind of bumbling around wondering about what other class/jobs my Hosie fankids would have other than the ones I've listed in the first post I wrote and the more I thought about it, the more things change. Like I definitely changed my mind on a few things since writing the first post. Like Josie and Jay picking up Blue Mage (Siphoner reasons), Hope and Lana picking up Dark Knight (Vampire/Tribrid reasons), Hope picking up Red Mage (probably also Witch/Tribrid reasons), Lana picking up the new Viper Job (also Tribrid reasons but also it's such a cool looking job and I cannot wait--like the demonstration video for Viper looked SO COOL AND IT REALLY FITS LANA FOR WHAT I HAVE PLANNED BUT ANYWAYS--I am a bit surprised I haven't thought about any magic-casting jobs for Lana since you know, Tribrid as well like mom Hope). But I won't go too much in-depth about that since this post is about Hayley.

And then I decided to write a Hosie Final Fantasy XIV AU fic that I'm still working on and will hopefully post before October ends (especially because I have decided to try out NaNoWriMo for the first time ever so that'll be fun) and--

I don't know how it came to be, but when I was writing the scene where Hope is looking for a young Hayley at home, Hayley was being all sneaky and trying to surprise attack her mom Hope. And I was scratching my head writing that scene because I was like "wait I have her be a Pugilist/Monk in this AU why is she being sneaky sneaky?". But the more I wrote and thought about it, the more it just felt right that Hayley would also be more of the sneaky-sneak type in fights/battles along with her typical "imma come at ya full-on". And the more I thought about it, the more I was like:

"Okay, no yeah. This could work. Even if Hayley is very much a charge right into the front lines, she would also be able to take a step back and actually survey everything and probably be very good with certain activities that require stealth. Like maybe Hope and Josie try to explain to Hayley that charging in head-first isn't always a good idea. And maybe Hayley learned other ways to fight from her aunts and uncles or grandparents too. So maybe having her pick up the Rogue class would make sense."

Like maybe (like with Leo learning how to fight with weapons from grandpa Alaric) Hayley also goes to gramp's Alaric for weapon training since he has a plethora of weapons or something and probably would ask him and even mom Hope to fight with them since she's mainly ever used her fists. And maybe that would be a segway into teaching Hayley that sometimes it's better to look at a battle from a different angle and not charge in guns a blazing.

The only issue that I'm kinda 50/50 about is that once I reach lvl30 for Rogue, the Job that opens up for this class is Ninja. I'm not entirely sure if Hayley being a Ninja would fit her personality-wise (especially in my Hosie/Hosie fankids headcanon, Jay is an anime/manga fan lol). I think I'll just have to futz around and wait and see if I want to do that or not. If I don't have her be Ninja, I would be lacking in a lot of attacks and abilities and would be at a huge disadvantage. So I'm not entirely too sure. I mean, then again, I think maybe Rogue could just be a secondary class that I just won't play as much compared to Monk since it would just fit better like that.

I don't know. We'll see.

But anyways, also when I logged into the game as Hayley (haven't logged in as her in a long while), I got some new outfits and decided to wear em even though the stats aren't great for battle (the gloves and vest are new--didn't put on the new pants or boots because I wasn't a fan of the look on Hayley). Will have to glamour them once I'm at a high enough level to wear good gear. Because this outfit does feel fitting lol

[jazzmckay]

well, lads, it all went tits up

but we're going in order of the screenshots i took lmao

when i saw this, let me tell you. buzzing. forgotten ones lets gooo. this sounds fascinating, i need more

ive started finding my companions hanging out together and its lovely ;w; friends. i can definitely see some of the mass effect influence in this game, there are a few things that were in me3, like the companions moving around the hub area and hanging out, more conversations you can overhear between npcs etc

varric please, this place is amazing, its hardly a burden

another thing that had me buzzing:

and! er! fels!!!!! one of the places i was most excited to see. didnt actually get to see a lot of it, but im guessing there will be more once im dealing with the wardens more :>

another solas memory--and its pretty obvious this was supposed to be the second, not the third ahaha the dialogues all "ohh its happening again" yeah its kinda old hat by now but thats fine

anyway yeah this one also hurt

houghh,,, this must really fucking haunt him. hes THE "loves spirits" guy :((( makes me think of that banter dialogue he has in dai about how he used to be more hot-headed, ouch

fucking amazing

aaaaaand then this happened

i stayed on this screen contemplating it for a solid couple of minutes. this was suuuuch a hard choice, not just for me, but my rook, because of her backstory that i have not talked about here

in the end, i went with treviso. yeah, my shadow dragon rook who i was planning to romance neve with chose treviso. i am in Pain

the reasoning went a little something like this:

the shadow dragons are good people, rook is worried for them and does want to help them

but that minrathous has the shadow dragons in the first place means they're more protected than treviso. treviso has the crows, but no army, while minrathous has the shadow dragons, the tevinter army, and fucking magisters, the strongest mages in force. in rook's mind, treviso would be far worse off without help than minrathous would be without help

and then there's the antaam. they add even more threat to treviso

my rook is former ben-hassrath. she left the qun. no one knows--she has always claimed to be a tevinter native. treviso's occupation and the threat of the antaam is a big deal for her that no one else has any idea about. in this moment, she was pulled in two directions very hard

she chose to defend the city she felt had more risk to innocents and was suffering under an occupation that makes her feel some guilt and shame even though she has nothing to do with it and was long gone from the qun before all this

so. no more neve for rook :(

on a lighter note.....

.....would

big ouch

so, davrin! this man sleeps beneath a giant rib cage. i can respect that aesthetic. and then emmrich! who is fun, a lot more... upbeat than i expected? he's so peppy and polite lmao im looking forward to getting to know both of them better. the necropolis was very cool and man... how fitting is it for rook having to deal with despair demons after having to make that big fucking choice?

thanks for driving the knife deeper, neve T_T

talked to lace about the inquisiton which was nice ;w; her comments on josie, cullen, and cole... im cry. and sera & rainier friendship is eternal thank god

i used the mirror of transformation to update rook

her hair is starting to grow in and her mental state has her not giving a shit about it rn. im gonna keep changing to slightly longer styles until a point that feels right for her to shave it off again

her new face paint is serpentine, because, you know. she feels she needs to memorialize the shadow dragons' importance to her right now

davg day 4, part 1 probably because i have a completely free day today

so there's this stubborn habit i have in combat games sometimes, particularly in the witcher 3, where being told that i'm too underlevelled for a quest/enemy just makes me double down. i see that red skull next to an enemy's health bar and go "how 'bout i do anyway?"

which is to say im level 18 and ive killed 3 champions and 1 revenant. journal be like "recommended level: 30" and me, level 17, thinking, "well i might as well try."

if i can dodge, i can win, babey. with davg combat how it is, i can get away with these antics. after the level 25 champion fight at level 17, neve said "beat the odds, with that one." we sure did. the level 32 revenant at level 18 was tough but fun. interesting attacks on that one. i dont know what "betrayal of felassan" even means. bit concerning.

AND!! TODAY!!!!! i saw BOTH maevaris and dorian!!!! they were so unexpected, just casually showing up like it's no big deal. omfg. i love them.... i love seeing them 10 years older..... perfect. so excited to see dorian again <3 and mae seems like she's there to chat with whenever, bless.

found another solas memory and it huuurrtt. his agent/friend getting blighted T_T and i lost my fuckin mind at him addressing ghilly, questioning how she could do this when she used to be the gentlest of them aaa a a aa

i found what looked like a dead guy with a cat curled up by him :( so sad, good environmental storytelling

this bit amused me:

illario is kinda sus. lucanis and teia brushed it off but im squinting at him

fuckin lmao

hanging out with neve next <3 then more warden stuff o: curious to see how it goes! ive been warned about the wardens being a point of no return buuut i think ive done everything i can (and more) so im hoping im good there

[hyperfixated-gvf]

Groupie AU Headcanons

Hello hello! Here's those headcanons I promised for the one year anniversary of Settle Down! They aren't really all that smutty, sorry. I'm still planning on writing more filth for you guys, though, I promise! Also, I'm sorry if this isn't my best work, I'm not really well-versed in writing headcanons, but it was a really fun exercise!

Without further ado, enjoy!

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Warnings: Language, one spicy headcanon (#3), which includes a couple lines of dirty texts and one mention of masturbation over the phone

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader; Jake Kiszka x Reader; Sam Kiszka x Reader; Josh Kiszka x Reader

Words: 3545

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What you like to do for fun together:

Josh:

Josh likes to romance you even though you aren’t a couple. He’ll surprise you with a rose and whisk you away for an adventure around the town, but his favorite thing to do with you is find the most beautiful park and picnic, bonus point if there’s a pond or a lake because you guys like to keep seaweed snacks on you to feed the ducks. You’ll name them funny little names and he always ends up taking a selfie with them, which you always find funny because his photo reel is full of selfies with ducks.

“A rose for my darling,” Josh said, swooping dramatically until you took the flower from his hand. 

You took his outstretched hand and followed him down the stairs, noting the backpack he wore. “Did you find us a park? And did you get some seaweed? You fed the rest of ours to those mallards in Indiana last time.”

Josh shot you a mischeivous grin, and then opened the door to the rental car for you. “Don’t tell Sam, but I stole the rest of his.”

Jake: 

Jake loves teaching you about music, but not just music in general, music the way he sees it. He’s not great at sight reading or anything having to do with music notes on paper, so when he caught you staring early on in the arrangement and you admitted that you loved watching them play and were interested in learning yourself, Jake couldn’t help but put himself in the position of teacher, even if he’d never taught before, because he loves explaining his process to you, which also helps him figure things out himself when he has trouble. You’ll sit there together for hours with a snack and just play around on the instruments.

“It kinda reminds me of when Pheobe tried to teach Joey how to play guitar,” you laughed. After the many months now that you’d been with them, you’d have thought you would be better now at the guitar. You were not.

Jake smiled and made an exagerated hand motion. “What – you mean you think I name my precious skills things like ‘the bear claw’ and ‘the old lady?’” he teased, having watched that episode with you just to scrutinize the guitar playing. He moved to sit with his chest flush up against your back, wrapping his arms around you, even though they nearly didn’t reach around the guitar, and you leaned back into him, content to just watch him play.

Danny:

Danny loves going to antique stores with you. The Kiszka brothers aren’t always in the mood to spend hours looking meticulously through each and every section in the store, but you’re always down to stay with him and watch his eyes light up when he sees something cool. Your favorite thing to do is find a very expensive or different clothing rack and then dress each other up in the weirdest outfits possible (although one time, you did end up liking a coat he put you in more than you thought you would, and Danny carried it around the store for you until you checked out).

“Do you think that Josie would hate me if I showed up with an entire vintage ‘My Little Pony’ set for her birthday next month?” Danny joked, grinning as you raised your brows in surprise at the pure size of the display, with what look like about 50 plastic ponies all standing around a multi-piece set.

You picked up a pink one. “I’m sure you’d definitely be low on the list of ‘people I need to send a thank you card to.” You turned to see an old ukulele hanging on the wall at the booth across the floor. “But I don’t think you should be actively making your sister hate you. Go check that uke out instead.”

He turned to where you were pointing and gasped, the hand-painted designs immediately making him forget about ‘My Little Pony.’

Sam: 

Sam loves drinks – alcoholic, holiday, specialty, anything – and he loves knowing what the “special” drink of whatever town or city they’re in is. He’ll do all his research and send you screenshots or links to places that he wants to go, and he knows you’ll come with because you want to take advantage of seeing the world like a rockstar without fame. Sometimes, just to fuck with people, Sam insists that you made each other unrecognizable, and then once you’d drank your fill of the best hot cocoa or a flight of craft beer, he’d call Danny or one of his brothers and challenge them to find you, like a big game of hide and go seek.

“I think you look a little bit like a cartoon character who dresses up in disguise. The fake mustache is going just a little too far,” you teased, watching Sam wipe his mouth and accidentally set the stick-on facial hair askew. 

He gasped as if offended and fixed his mustache, smoothing it out with his fingers and shooting you a dirty glare in the process. “Don’t talk about the ‘stache that way, Y/N. It’s my Clark Kent factor,” he defended. 

Clark Kent had nothing on Sam Kiszka, you thought. You took a sip of a new beer from your flight and smacked your lips together. “Oh, this one’s good. Here, Superman,” you said playfully, hovering the drink over to Sam’s side of the table, “taste this one.”

How they’d react to a pregnancy scare:

Josh:

The most supportive boy there ever was! Wanna keep the baby? He’s already looking at the safest cribs. Don’t wanna keep it? He’ll drive you across the US to get you to a state that supports it, and he’d insist on being the first brother at your side, since he’s the oldest. But as we all know, Josh loves children, and he’s already writing lyrics about the the wonders of childhood and all the feelings he’s experiencing knowing that he could potentially be a father (…25% chance biologically, 100% chance in practice), and he keeps them stored away when the scare is resolved, but you find them weeks later, since everyone’s stuff is mixed with everyone else’s, and it definitely makes you cry.

“I really like this one,” you said, voice quivering as you read a set of lyrics on the papers you found that brought a lump to your throat. Just seeing how Josh had perceived things through his specific brand of communication was special, and even if you hadn’t wanted a baby, experiencing Josh’s positivity was something of a bundle of joy in and of itself.

Josh peeked over your shoulder and became a little bashful. “Well, they’re still a work in progress.”

Jake:

Jake is probably one of the most apprehensive about the maybe-pregnancy. In no way would he shirk responsibility or even be disappointed, per se, but he does worry about how it will affect the band, the arrangement, and their lives in general. He knows that the band’s time has an expiration date, and somewhere deep inside, he’d be a little worried that a baby would make that date come sooner. In his opinion, it would be one of the best reasons to go out, but Jake isn’t done quite yet. That being said, Jake thinks tiny little guitars are cute, and he quite likes playing house with you. He’s also second, only after Sam, regarding the most curious about who the “real” father would have been, if you actually had been pregnant. 

“You’ve been a little quiet,” you said, nose to nose with Jake in his bunk. There was no funny business, not after the excitement of the day, but you’d noticed his unusually subdued demeanor after you broke the news.

Jake looked back at you with what almost look like guilt. “I’m just…processing. It’s like, our whole lives could have been changed, you know? And I feel bad that part of me was so– so against a baby .”

You pressed a soft kiss to his nose, grateful that he was honest and thoughtful both. “I would never ask you to give up your life, Jake. We’d have found a way.”

Danny:

He becomes a little bit of a Papa Bear, very much a dad-zilla, even in the short time the scare goes on for. Very freaked out, very concerned, but the most attentive of them all. He’s the one going out to buy the pregnancy tests and coming back with vitamins and a chocolate bar, too. He’s also the one who does the research for the nearest OB GYN so that if you are pregnant, you could be seen. He’s there in the morning with water and a cuddle, and he’d watch you like a hawk until you were safely and securely not pregnant, but he’d admit to you days after that he didn’t mind playing the doting partner, for what it was worth.

“Wait!” Danny cried out as the three Kiszkas enveloped you in a tight, comforting group hug. You all turned your heads toward him, bodies frozen where they were as his tone of voice surprised you.

“What?” you questioned. You’d much rather him be involved in the hug than standing on the outside, but he sounded worried and that set you on edge.

Danny bit his lip, taken aback by the immediate and complete shift of attention to him, even though he called it to himself. “Um…” he started, licking his lips uncertainly, “that won’t, like…hurt the baby, will it?”

“Oh god,” Sam chuckled, pulling away. “It’s the return of home-ec Flour Baby Dad Danny! Everybody run!”

Sam:

Sam spends the first few hours of the scare attempting to make light of it by assigning everyone a parental role. He jokingly dubs Danny, “Daddy,” as a nod to their fans (which Danny just rolls his eyes and shakes his head at), declares himself, “Pops,” Josh, “Papa,” (but only with a Spanish twist), and Jake, “Dada,” (but, again, only in the Shrek the III voice). In all reality, he’s scared out of his wits, because logically, Journey was right - the road ain’t no place to start a family. But between the doubts and the fear and the unpreparedness, seeing you laugh at his stupid jokes and the way his brothers look at you, he’d also knows that you already were kinda a family, and regardless of your decision to keep it or not, you’d be a pretty damn good one after everything, too.

You could see Sam sitting on his hands, everyone waiting impatiently for Danny to get back from the drugstore they had to do an emergency stop at. It was only ever in the dressing room before a show that Sam did that.

“You good?” you asked quietly as you sat next to him, hand on his knee. 

Sam chuckled softly, glancing at you with his basset-hound eyes. “Yeah,” he said, clearly nervous but trying to hold it together. “Are you?”

You leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder to and stem his nervous energy. “Sure,” you said, half false confidence, the other half genuine. “One way or another, we will be.”

How they’d react if you sent them a dirty picture (that the others didn’t get 👀):

Josh:

Josh is probably the one who least minds sharing you. It’s not because he doesn’t love you any less than the others, it’s because he finds you so damn beautiful that he couldn’t fathom not sharing you with the others, who he knows love you just as much. So, when the other three don’t get a text, he shares with them, but only just barely; he is, after all, possessive of what you give to him specifically, so he only allows the other’s a peek once he checks that it’s okay with you. Very much, “ha ha, look what I have” more than he does it out of the goodness of his heart.

“Holy shit, darling. How can you do this to me? You know I’m around my brothers, and you know that we won’t be home for another few hours.”

“Can I brag about you, darling? Would it be okay for me to show the others how beautiful you look in that picture? Just so that they know. Then it’s all for me.”

“I can’t stop staring at this, Y/N, damn. How did we get so fucking lucky?”

Jake:

Jake is definitely the one taking a little “break” from whatever it is he was doing. Most likely to the bathroom (hint hint wink wink). If he knows you’re free, he’d definitely give you a call, just so that you can hear his breathing change as he gets off in the studio’s private bathroom. You might even talk him through it, knowing that you got him so worked up with one picture. And when he gets back to the others, he’d just smirk knowingly in a way that would drive the other three insane.

“You know it’s only fair that I call you so you can hear what you do to me, sweetheart.”

“I’m alone now. I hope you are too.”

“The others hate me for having a secret, but if you wear that little number tonight I bet they’ll forget all about ;)”

Danny:

You know that you’re playing with fire when it comes to Danny with how quick he is to snap from his sweet, down-to-earth everyday demeanor to his dominant, controlling bedroom one. Combining the two different extremes of his personality, especially when he’s not with you to do anything about it, creates a very interesting breed of Danny, and the others would never know what set him off because he wouldn’t be thinking of them – as soon as he sees that picture, he knows that his focus is done for the rest of the day. He’s only human, after all.

“If you wanted me to leave to come and fuck you stupid…this was the best way to do that. Good job.”

“You’re so pretty and I want to absolutely RUIN that. In a good way, obviously.”

“You’re gonna want to start groveling, sweet girl. You’ve made me mess up too many times and they’ve sent me home.”

Sam:

He’d immediately look up at the others for their reaction if he was around them and, when he doesn’t see a reaction, he’d catch on immediately that he was the sole recipient of the photos and devolve into his teasing, taunting bedroom persona. He’s just as good at getting you all riled up over the phone as he is in person. He’d hint at it in the group, telling his brothers when they ask why he’s so distracted on his phone, “It’s a Y/N and I thing. For me to enjoy and you to not.”

“Just for me, dirty girl? How kind of you.”

“Good god, baby, you are beautiful. Where have you been hiding these sexy little pictures?”

“You’re gonna be dressed like this when I get back to the bus, right? Curl up right there in my bunk with the blinds closed, I want you all to myself. Go ahead and touch yourself for me, make sure you’re nice and wet and ready, cause this was a naughty, naughty, prank.”

How they’d react to fan speculation about their relationship with you:

Josh:

He’d have next to no reaction. In fact, you’d be very surprised if it were him to bring it up in the first place, because Josh loves his fans, but to a point that seeing everyone’s wants and desires and criticisms all at once overwhelms him since he can’t make everyone happy. But if he saw something about your relationship, he’d be sure to bring it up to you if only to make you aware of it, but outside of that, he really doesn’t care if people speculate.He protects you as best as he can – they all do – but he’s no stranger to the world of fame and fans, so he sees no reason to fight it.

“Hey, we’re dating again, just to let you know,” Josh said casually from the couch as you poured yourself a cup of drip coffee and hoped to God that the bus wouldn’t make you spill it all over yourself.

His words made you laugh, though, and you snorted before taking a sip of your drink. “Oh yeah? I wasn’t sure who I was on most recently. The last I heard I was caught up in a love triangle between Danny and Jake, and they hated each other because of me, so…”

Josh put his feet in your lap as soon as you sat down next to him. “Nah, darling, you’re all mine right now.”

Jake:

Like Josh, he probably wouldn’t have much of an outwardly reaction, but the speculation would put Jake a little more on edge, especially since he lurks on social media more than Josh does. This would unfortunately lead to him distancing himself from you for a little bit, meaning not as much sex, not as much fun, and not as much time that he spent with the band when you tag along. It might make you falter for a second, not knowing what brought it on (and not because you hadn’t seen the rumors, but because there were so many of them that you’d become desensitized) but, eventually, the other boys would drag him to you when they figure out that he’s making you upset by doing it, and he’d come around like he always does.

“I think that you being the mastermind behind this all is very fitting,” Jake joked, listening as the dressing room door was barricaded from the outside. “They’re just your loyal meatheads.”

“Why are you avoiding me?” you asked, ignoring his question and getting right to the point that the other boys had brought Jake in to clear up. “I’ve given you like, one handjob in the past two weeks and you gave up your hotel night to Josh.” It was about more than sex, of course – you missed him as a friend, and you were worried you’d done something to make him angry. He fixed you with a startled gaze and began to protest, but you would have none of it. “And you DARE say that you aren’t, Jake Kiszka. Talk to me," you asked, softer now.

Jake hesitated for a moment, but let out a deep breath he seemed to be holding in his entire being. "Okay."

Danny:

This man would cause chaos if given the opportunity. He’d like supportive posts, but he’d also like cryptic, single-guy coded posts just because he can. He’d probably even follow a new ‘run by a hot woman’ account to really nail the point in that nobody out there really knew what was going on behind closed doors. And, speaking of behind closed doors, he likes it when the speculation cycle eventually makes it around to him again, because he when people think you’re his, it gives him ground to call you that “as a joke.” However, it also makes him just that much more likely to have you whisper-scream his name on the bus for the others to hear, and that’s not a joke.  

“Well, hello there, Y/N,” Danny said with a wink as he slid into the diner booth beside you before any of the other three could, “or should I say, my ‘on-and-off-again, no-good-for-me girlfriend’ who I was apparently seen buying a ring for last week.”

The other three band members crowded into the other seats, leaving you squished up against the wall. “It’d better be one fat diamond, Wagner,” you huffed, prying your phone from between the two of you. “Have the masses moved me to your corner again?”

“Oh yeah,” Danny confirmed, smiling sweetly and wrapping an arm around you. He kissed your cheek and then followed it with a whisper into your ear, “I’m your prince in the streets but a freak in the sheets, as they say. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Sam:

Sam is an enigma when it comes to speculations. It happens so much that he gets bored of it, and his response differs every time. In the beginning, he would just shut down socially – that meant a break from social media, less outings, less fan interaction from him – but as time went by and speculations because something to sigh about instead of react to, he’d be even more careless. He’d post stories with you, bring you everywhere with them, throw you a kiss onstage, etc. because he’d be a little spiteful. He doesn’t like it when people demonize you for being close with the whole band, so he’ll show his affection plain as day to get that message across.

“Sam, just because they say–”

“I don’t care what they fucking say, I’m doing this because I want to,” Sam insisted, popping a piece of cotton candy in his mouth as the Ferris Wheel rose higher. “I love fairs.”

Looking out at all the people wandering around the town they were playing a show in, you knew there’d be a large population of Greta Van Fleet fans who’d catch sight of you and make assumptions. You honestly didn’t mind, but you knew it ticked Sam off, even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

The sun was beginning to set, though, and pressed flush shoulder to foot with Sam, you couldn’t really find it in you to argue.

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[lifeofpriya]

Surprise...? - Adley Rutschman imagine

[gif credit goes to @eyeblackriley]

summary: someone special to adley surprises him for his birthday...

"Adley's going to love this surprise," Josie couldn't help but giggle to herself as she ushered you into the house. "He stepped out for the moment, but trust me, I think he's going to burst into tears when he sees you...He misses you that much, Y/N."

Originally, you were going to miss your boyfriend's birthday party on the account that you are a student at a college almost halfway across the country and he was back in Oregon, where he was spending the offseason with his family...or so you thought until Josie, Adley's sister, messaged you one night and talked about how much he was missing you and how sulky he was to the point she couldn't bear seeing him so immediately after the conversation, you booked a flight to Eugene and planned to spend a few days with him and his family before you had to return.

"Y/N, honey, you made it!" A giant grin lit up Mama Rutschman's face as soon as she saw you; bringing you into a warm embrace. "It's so good to see you again."

You couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle and hug her back, "it's great to see you too, Mama Rutschman," you quietly whispered while pulling away from the hug.

"I think Adley and his father are coming back in a few minutes," Mama Rutschman soon spoke after glancing at the wall clock across the room. "We need to act quickly before the cat's out of the bag!"

You knew what she was getting at, so you nodded your head and smiled at the ladies standing in front of you. "I'll go unpack my stuff and get freshened up for the party; Josie, send me the signal when it's time for the grand reveal."

"Aye, aye, captain," Josie jokingly winked at you and gave you a playful salute.

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"Why do I feel like something's going to happen?" Adley couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow at his family as they gathered around in the dining room. He glanced at his sister for a moment, who offered him no help but a simple shrug.

Then he glanced at his parents, who also feigned innocence and pretended to ignore the question.

There was definitely something going on. And Adley wanted to get to the bottom of it.

While Adley appeared to be lost in his thoughts for what appeared to be a few moments, Josie jumped at the opportunity to send you the all-clear signal.

"Thank god, my knees were starting to cry," you mumbled under your breath while standing up from your crouched position behind the kitchen counter island. You then held onto the small round birthday cake in your hands with a firm grip, "well, here goes nothing."

Quietly humming to yourself, you sauntered into the dining room, where an unsuspecting Adley awaited your presence. Well, needless to say, your surprise plan was almost perfect...until you stumbled on your feet and the cake flew from your hands and onto his face.

Josie and her parents couldn't stifle their giggles as they watched Adley try to wipe the buttercream frosting from his face.

As soon as he got the frosting out of his eyes, he couldn't help but stare at you with a sly smirk.

"Surprise...?" It was all you could muster out while staring at him with a sheepish grin.

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[saintmurd0ck]

ok so whether or not you read this -- it's absolutely fine; your girl is very, very deep in her feels and i want to get this out. i promise it's worth your while, if you choose to do so.

firstly i want to thank my lord and saviour matthew manwhore michael murdock for bringing me to new york city. this trip has actually been my dream trip for a while (totally not because of him!) and the fact that i'm here is just... incredible.

back in february, about a month before i joined tumblr, i wrote my very first matt fic. it's written in first person (and you can read it here if you want to but be warned it's kinda shit HAHA) but it is so self-indulgent. i wrote it for me. to me. i loved this man so much that i had to write this. at the time, i had of course never been to nyc before, so truth be told i had no idea what i was describing or writing; it was so hard to do this without having been to the place you're writing about.

now, onto the part making me particularly emotional:

i did a lot of research and sprinkled that into my fic, and after research involving where matt would live and where josie's and n&m would be located i came to the conclusion he would live on west 44th street in hell's kitchen. what i failed to realise was that streets and avenues here are very very long, hence why new yorkers tend to describe locations via corners (eg corner of 54th and 9th etc). so, yesterday, when i set out to find west 44th st, i ended up in times square, and took a photo of the sign. i was emotional because i could see my 'rhi-verse' coming to life, but this was smack bang in the middle of broadway, not a residential area, and definitely not where matt would live. so, cue a little disappointment, but never mind, i'm in the city of dreams, why should i let that get me down?

flash to this morning, and i decided to go somewhere for breakfast that i wasn't originally planning to, it was in the opposite direction of where i wanted to go after, etc -- basically, just somewhere new i wasn't expecting to be. lo and behold, i look up at the street sign across the road when i arrive - west 44th st. and i look beyond that.

it is the most perfect residential area, with beautiful brick and stone buildings, fire escapes, little restaurants and shops, a bar, everything. orange and red hued trees line the street. it was as if something had just... clicked into place. this was the west 44th street i was thinking about. and then something else dawned on me -- when i did my research for this fic, i designated the river-side of this street to be where matt's apartment would be located. and guess what? this was the river-side part of this particular street. (also i know the whole thing about the billboard -- let's just pretend it's there. :))

basically, fate manoeuvred me here and no one can convince me otherwise.

and another shocker? the street has a fucking CHURCH on it!!!!!

i spent a lot of time walking up and down it today, thinking and smiling and feeling so content. i'm so thankful that loving matt brought me to the other side of the world, and helped me to discover a city i'd move to in a heartbeat.

yes, this entire trip is a fan service to me, and i couldn't care less what anyone thinks of my motivation to come here.

i understand now why he so fiercely protects this place -- there is a love for this city and this specific section of it that runs so deeply in my blood too, perhaps not one that would necessarily cause me to dress up in skintight black clothing and scale rooftops (although, let's be real, if matt were here, i'd be doing that); i'm just happy to have found a second home.

so, if you're ever in hell's kitchen, come to 44th and 11th.

photos under the cut 💗

[dismaltouch]

' you think i'm young and naïve ? i'm not that young, haneul. we've just got different opinions. your take on the world is more dark than my own, which would explain why you feel that way. ' josie didn't think they'd be agreeing on anything anytime soon. their views of the world were much too different for that happen. she still saw beauty and magic in it. haneul only saw the bad parts. she wasn't foolish enough to believe she could get him to just reconsider, to get him to try and see it through her eyes. ' you thought i would agree with you ? i love this world. i know i can't stop you from doing whatever it is you're going to do, but i can advise you to really think long and hard about it before you make any decisions. ' did she think he'd even do that ? definitely not. she wasn't sure why she stood by him time and time again. was likely one of the most people he'd ever had in his corner. it didn't mean she always agreed with his beliefs though. she swallowed thickly as he expressed his concerns over people turning their backs on him, uncertain of how to approach such a sensitive topic. ' i . . . i'm sorry. i know it must be hard for you to deal with something like that. they should care about you. you're responsible for creating them. i care about you. ' she doubted that her words would do much for him, but she wanted the male to know that he was important to her. ' it is a big deal. you're planning on wiping out an entire creation. that's not just something you decide on a whim. it's not miniscule. starting over . . . it changes things for everyone who survives it. ' josie sighed, attention still focused on the man. ' okay, i understand. i get that you're hurt and disappointed. why don't you let me help you calm down ? at least for the rest of the night ? we . . . we can talk about this tomorrow. '

' i made it a thing because i was once young and naïve, much like yourself. ' scoffs at her claims that he must have made them that way for a reason but to him, the reason was stupidity on his part. he should have made them all obeying — to have the same opinions as himself. life would be so much easier that way. deep sigh emits his lips when she inevitably asks for a reason to him saying that she's his favourite. it's not completely a lie, she is more tolerable than most but he doesn't care about anyone but himself. ' maybe i thought you'd agree this time, you've seen this world and how it's gone to shit. maybe i thought you'd think it was time too. ' a lie again, he just likes the femme's company for his own fun and games. haneul can't help but chuckle at josie's words, eyes rolling at yet another naïve comment only confirming how he feels about the other. ' have faith in them ? they've given no reason to deserve that. why should i care, josie ? some of them don't even care about me anymore. ' turns her words on their head to show the femme up, instead making himself seem more like a victim. eyes narrow across at the other upon the mere suggestion that him and his sister could ever make amends, scoff emitting his lips. ' have you ever actually met amara ? i don't think that's possible. i just need her to think i'm doing what she wants—— it's not a big deal. ' well it's not to him anyway, he's just used to getting his way. her reaction isn't exactly what he's expecting but he'll still try his best to sweeten the pot, of course after he walks away in anger for a moment before he turns back to face her again. ' look. that's not what i want, okay ? you have to understand. i don't want any of this to exist anymore—— none of it. i don't care about it and neither should you. '

[newtonsheffield]

A quick story time…my dad (a professor of human sexuality at our state university) once chased me around the house, after I went on birth control as a young adult, yelling “make sure you use condoms! two forms!” before I went to visit my boyfriend at the time.

It was mortifying at the time, but now in hindsight absolutely hilarious and I can totally see something similar playing out at either Kate or Anthony’s household in hurts like heaven. Definitely if their siblings are involved. 😂😂😂

Papa Sharma nudging Mary at dinner one night who sighs irritatedly.

“Katie, Appa feels that as a doctor I need to tell you to make sure you’re using condoms.”

Kate blinking slowly “You’re an optometrist.”

“That’s what I said.” Mary tutted.

“Also, thanks for your concern Dad, but… I’m an adult woman I know perfectly well how to avoid accidental pregnancy without it being brought up over Madras. Thanks.”

Edwina filming the entire interaction on her phone like “I’m just live streaming this to Tony, I think he’s passed out.”

And yet eighteen months later Kate has to stand there and announce that she’s pregnant while Edwina replays the conversation repeatedly.

“Who said this baby wasn’t planned?!”

“Tony did.” Edwina blinks back from her position on Josie’s lap. “He told us almost immediately that you two just had too much to drink at Christmas and… now I have a niece or nephew.”

“We’ve been assured it’ll have his face.” Josie said dryly. “He’s told me many times it was his greatest ambition to make you a MILF.”

“Which is grounds for hanging, I think. Or public stoning.” Edwina hummed lightly. “I think I’d get off on the grounds of psychological torture.”

“Anthony, I love you, but I really need you to stop sharing things like that with my sister. Not for privacy reasons, It’s just giving her too much ammunition.”

Meanwhile Papa Sharma’s just disassociating in the corner trying to focus on the fact that his grandbaby’s going to be absolutely adorable, and Anthony may be a kid he had to help down from a slide a time or two, but he’s a good guy, and he’ll be a good Dad.