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Spill Your Guts: Harry Styles & YN Tomlinson

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry challenges YN to a game of Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts.

Harry was asked to step in for the week to host The Late Late Show, as James was off filming for a movie, and of course, he said yes. During the meetings with the production team about what Harry could do during the show that week, Ben Winston suggested a game of Spill Your Guts and asked Harry if YN would join him. YN was unsure when Harry first asked but after Harry reassuring that he would be doing it with her and wouldn’t let her answer anything that made her feel uneasy, she agreed.

“How are you feeling about this?” Harry asked YN as they sat opposite eachother, with a round table in between them.

‘I don’t know..I can’t believe I agreed to do this” YN said as she looked at all the disgusting foods that are lined up on the table.

“This is our first time doing this…right?” Harry questioned “And the last time we will do it” which caused YN and the audience sitting in the studio to laugh.

“Let’s take a look at the food we have on the table” Harry spoke towards the camera filming them both. “We have bug trifle..yeah ugh..jellyfish..yeah ugh…giant water scorpion.

“That’s got to be the worst one” YN interrupted with a sour look coating her face.

“Thousand-year-old eggnog” Harry continued listing “Cow blood and pork tongue jelly…cod sperm” Harry spoke in a high-pitched tone and looked at the camera once again, which made the audience roar with laughter. “Seems rather tame in comparison to the other ones”, YN and Harry laughed as he looked back at her. “How do they..get the sperm out of the cod?” Harry questioned the crew member to the side of them.  “It’s probably best we don’t know.” YN spoke, not wanting to know the information.

Moving on from the sperm cod “Salmon smoothie..aaaand bull penis”. “Good ol’ bull penis” YN interrupted l, which made Harry raise his eyebrows at her and YN leaves out a chuckle. “Okaay…I’ll ask the first question..and uhh…the producers have not shown us the questions correct?” Harry looked directly at YN whilst he was talking.

“Yes!” YN answered with an infectious grin.  

“Uhh..I’ll choose what food you have to eat if you don’t want to answer the question” Harry explained.

“Okay” and a nervous giggle left YN’s lips.

“So we’ll start with..ugh..” Harry spoke as he looked at all the options in front of him “Thousand-year-old eggnog”.

“Noooo” YN complained as Harry spun the table so the eggnog was in front YN. She sarcastically asked “Is this cinnamon supposed to make this any better?” causing the audience to chuckle.

“Give it a sniff” Harry instructed.

“Why?” YN laughed but proceeded to pick up the glass and sniff it which made her gag and cover her mouth with her hand “Oh my god!..That’s disgusting”.

“Okay..you ready?” Harry asked as he reached for the cards to the side of him, that hid the questions he was about to ask YN.

“Nooo” YN cried.

“Okay..” Harry looked at the cards in his hands and laughed at the words written on it. “Oh nooo” YN began to feel nervous about what she was about to be asked.

“One Direction has five albums..rank them from best to worst”, which caused the audience to applaud at the mention of the band.

YN held the glass of eggnog whilst debating if she should answer the question “I feel like I could answer” YN said to Harry as he watched her reaction from his seat opposite. “I feel like I could answer it” Harry responded, which made them both laugh as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Umm..I mean..I’ll start by saying they are all amazing..they really are”.

“Okay” Harry interrupted and looked at the camera with a serious expression, and then turned to look at YN and giggled. “They are” YN tried defending her answer before saying it out loud. “I swear..but I’d say Four is number one…and then..the songs are just so good..and then I mean that’s so hard, they’re all amazin’”. “Drink the eggnog” Harry encouraged. “Noooo” they both laughed. “And then it would be..like..Made In The A.M, Midnight Memories, Take Me Home..Up All Night” YN listed and then covered her face with her hands as Harry and the audience reacted with a roar of laughter.

“Alright..so now you choose something for me that I would have to eat”. “I’ll do the sperm” YN decided immediately and spun the table so the cod sperm was in front of Harry. “Okay..okay all in a day’s work” Harry joked waiting for YN to read the question.

YN looked at the card in her hand reading the question “They’re definitely dying to know this…which songs on your last album were about me” YN smiled at her boyfriend. “Oh god” he spoke and covered his eyes with his hand “You could answer this one”. “I know I could..but the people want to know”.

Harry grabbed a large green napkin from the side of him and began to tuck it into his shirt and picked up the knife and fork ready to eat the cod sperm. “Ewww” YN spoke as she watched Harry try to pick the food up and fail.

He put the knife and fork down on the table “So I would say track..uhh..” Harry teased the audience, which made YN laugh as she moved her hair from her face and over her shoulder. But he picked the fork up once again and picked the cod sperm up. YN looked at the scene in front of her with a disgusted expression “Just don’t look at it, she suggested. “Oh yeah..that fixes everything” Harry sarcastically said, clearly picking up YN’s sassy attitude after all these years. “Just don’t look at it” he mocked YN. After pausing for a moment and looking at the food sitting on top of the fork, Harry questions “What are we doing?”. “This was your idea” YN playfully scolded as she adjusted the dress covering her body.

Harry lifted the fork to his mouth and took a bite of the cod sperm which causes the audience to gasp and applaud loudly as he chews. Harry was chewing the food slowly which made YN look on confused. “Just swallow it..like why are you..”, causing Harry to look at the camera and shake his head at what YN had just said. “Oh my god!” YN shrieked after she realised what she had just said. To annoy and tease YN, Harry kept chewing slowly and pretending he wasn’t sure if he could spit the food in the bin next to him, “Stooop”.

“To spit or to swallow..that is the question” Harry joked, again making the audience roar with laughter, whilst YN stared at him with a smirk. After spitting the content in the bin and having a drink of his water Harry spun the table around. “Okay..salmon smoothie..give it a sniff”.

“Noo” YN said whilst shaking your head.“I hate salmon..by the way” YN confessed.

“I know..that’s why I choose it” Harry laughed.

“Okay…who was your favourite One Direction member when we were on The X Factor..not including your brother”. YN laughed “I have the answer, I can’t say it though” YH explained a she picked up the glass filled with the salmon smoothie and drank it, whilst the audience left out a roar of ‘ooh’s’ as they assumed YN was going to say it was Harry.

“Woooow!” Harry shrieked, just as shocked he wasn’t YN’s favourite. “It wasn’t me?..I bet it was Niall” Harry assumed, making YN chuckle but neither agreeing ir disagreeing.

“Watching you drink that made me feel sick” Harry admitted as she drank her water.

“Yeah it’s disgustin’”.

“I mean, it’s a salmon smoothie” Harry sarcastically spoke.

YN began to spin the table, “What am I having?” Harry asked. “Hmm..I’m giving you the scorpion”

“Okay..scorpion” Harry repeated as he coughed into his hand.

YN laughed before asking the question “Between Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn..rank their solos…” before YN had the chance to finish the question, Harry picked up the scorpion from the white plate and began to eat it, causing the crowd to cheer, and YN smiled and clapped because she knew Harry would never answer that question.

“Okay..last question..I think we’re going to go with bull penis” as Harry quickly read the words on the card he let out a giggle “Okay..who’s music do you prefer..mine ooooor Louis”. The audience ‘ooo’d’ loudly at this one.

“I love both of your music” YN admitted.

“Nooo…you have to pick one of us” Harry stated with a cheeky grin on his face. “I feel like I can say it right…you’re both talented so..it won’t hurt you too much”.

“Well unless you want to eat some bull penis, yeah” Harry sarcastically answered. As YN thought about it, the audience shouted ‘say it’, “Of course, you want to know” YN spoke back to them. “I’m eating the penis” she decided. After trying to bite into it, YN spoke “It’s like squishy”.

“Just throw it all in then” Harry suggested, and YN did making Harry clap, and the audience clap and cheer. “That was Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts…we’ll be right back with more from The Late Late Show” Harry ended the segment whilst turning to look at YN making them both smile and laugh at what they had just done.

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[dayslynthesix]

i know a lot of people say that watch alcaraz play is magic to them and, don't get me wrong, it is amazin, but FOR ME watching sinner play is just another level

he got that tennis style that's his tennis style, it's beautiful, i like to joke around "tennis players as volleyball players" and sinner is like gabi guimarães, he's in EVERY ball and when you think he put it all inside the court BOOM there's more

i started to watch tennis cause ben shelton, but i kept watching cause sinner got my attention and best choice of my life

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sideline Love ~ Chapter 18 ~ There's A Chance We're Going to Disneyland

Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney

Series Summary: All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?

Word Count: 2.7K

General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Becca Rooney and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

He’s going to the Super Bowl.  

He took his team to the Super Bowl.  

Chris wishes he could just throw up the anxiety that is coursing through his body. It would make his life easier.  

Instead, he hears his girl’s voice.  

Get out of your head baby.  You got this.  

He’s trying to finish his run around the track, warming up before hitting the gym.  Ben is standing to the side, timing him.  “Let’s go Evans, pick up the pace.”  Chris pushes harder.  

He’s going to the Super Bowl.  

As he comes to an end, he slows and catches his breath, hands on knees, wishing the cold wasn’t trying to kill him.  But Ben comes up and pats his back.  “Good finish kid.  Now let’s work that arm in the warm, k?” 

Chris can only nod.  He’s too cold right now for anything else. He walks in with Ben going over things they need to so when another voice calls out to him.  “Chris!” 

He looks at the team coordinator, Bobby, who is holding a phone.  “What’s up?” 

“You have an urgent call from your agent.”   

Chris looks at Ben, who shrugs.  Chris takes the phone and closes the door to the office.  “This is Chris.”  

“Chris, its Ryan.  How are you?” 

“Warming up for a workout.”   

“Good to hear.  Listen, I wouldn’t interrupt if I didn’t have really important news.”  

“Oh. Okay.  What’s up?” 

*~* 

The flight to Los Angeles was smooth.  Charlie is bouncing in her seat between Becca and Chris.  Becca can tell Chris is far away at the moment.  “Baby, you ok?” 

“Its’s just getting real Angel.” He smiles.  “Everything is ok.”  

“You seem far away.”  

Chris lifts her hand and kisses her knuckles.  “Just thinking.  10 months ago, my life changed. And maybe in a week it’ll change again.  But I’m just hoping that you’ll be by my side.”  

“Always love.  Always,” she said as caressed his cheek.  

Landing in Los Angeles, the paparazzi were all over the players.  Sebastian, Anthony and Chris worked to keep the cameras from Becca, Charlie, Lizzy and Scarlett.  As they climbed into the shuttle, Charlie bounced on Chris’s knee, waving at them.  “Munchkin, stop it.”  

“They like me daddy.”  

Chris shook his head as they headed for their hotel.  The calls he got at practice were weighing heavy on his mind and he knew he needed to talk to Becca about it soon.  As everyone checked in, Becca instructed that the players needed to be downstairs by ten AM for media, but they were free for the rest of day.  Becca turned to Chris and smiled. “Charlie is headed out with Scarlett and Anthony for a couple of hours.”  

“Really?”  Chris arched a brow and smirked.  “What will we do?” 

“Dinner and cuddles?” 

“You read my mind Angel.”  He placed his hand on the small of her back and headed back to the elevator. “I need to talk to you as well.”  

“Everything ok?” 

“Yeah, just, my agent called.  I got a couple of offers for spots.”  

Becca swallowed.  “Oh.  Ok, where?” 

Chris opened their door and ushered her in. “Well, there is one from Las Vegas, one from San Francisco, one from Boston and from Pittsburgh.”  

“What? Oh my… Chris that is amazing!” She hugged him. “Wow.  So where did you decide?” 

“I haven’t.  Angel, you know I wouldn’t make this decision without you.” 

Becca’s eyes shown. “Oh Chris, but your future…” 

“Is with you and Charlie. Angel, we make this decision together. Now, the papers are in my bag and since you are way smarter than me, you tell me which is better.” 

Becca giggled. “Ok.” Chris pulled all of the offers and Becca read through them.  “Well, this offer from Las Vegas is a joke.”  

Chris chuckled. “Ryan said that much more colorfully. So, Las Vegas out.” Becca nods with a smile.  She keeps reading. “I mean the best offers are from Boston and Pittsburgh.”  

“That’s what I thought as well.  Maybe we should wait until after the game.”  

“I think so too.  We have a big weekend ahead of us.”  

“I love you, Angel.” He kissed her forehead.  

** 

Avery and Rick landed the next day and was met by Becca, Chris and Charlie.  “Hey sweetie!” Avery kissed her daughter’s cheek and then Chris.  “You guys didn’t have to come get us.”  

“Yes, we did,” Chris said as he heard a call from someone else.  

“Yo! Dumbass!”  Becca turned to see Scott waving for them.  

“Yeah, that’s why,” Chris said as he hung his head.  He turned towards Scott.  “Hey! Was that necessary?” 

Scott reached his brother and gave him a hug.  “Keeps you humble.”  

“Hi honey,” Lisa was right behind Scott.  They hugged and Lisa went to greet Becca and Charlie.  They hugged hard with Charlie clinging to her coat.  “Hello my darling.”  

“Hi Nana Lisa.  Come meet my gamma.” Charlie pulled the woman to the other couple.  

“Hi I’m Lisa, Chris’s mom.”  

“Hello, I’m Avery, this is Rick, we are Becca’s parents.”  Avery looked at the woman and opened her arms. “It’s so nice to meet you.” The women hugged as Becca and Chris watch.  

“Told you Angel.”  

“Whatever,” she replied with a smile.  

** 

As the teams got closer to the big day, Chris was getting more and more nervous. Of course, he was nervous about the game, but he had other things on his mind. As he was walking down to breakfast, he spotted the one person he needed to speak to.  

“Rick? Do you have a moment?” 

“Sure, Chris, what’s up?” 

“Umm, can we walk?”  He headed out to the pool deck of the hotel.  It was abandoned as it was cold for Los Angeles.  “I needed to talk to you about something.” 

“Is there a problem?  Becca? Charlie?” 

“Yes, wait no, I mean.  Ok, sorry, I’m a little nervous.” He took a deep breath. “Becca and I are talking about the future, I got a few offers this week that you may know about.” Rick nodded but didn’t interrupt.  “And while we haven’t made a decision yet, I'm realizing that if my future is our future, then I needed to talk to you.”  

“Ok, I don’t understand.”  

“Rick, I love your daughter and your granddaughter so much and while I don’t know when, I know that I want to marry your daughter.  So I’m asking for your blessing to ask Becca to marry me.”  

“Is there a chance that you will stay in Pittsburgh?” 

“The decision is between that and Boston.”  

Rick closed his eyes. “Chris, after everything that happened, it would be an honor to call you son.” He shook Chris’s hand, who was in a little bit of shock before pulling him in for a hug.  “You are a good man Chris Evans, and you are perfect for my girls. I wouldn’t trust anyone else.”  

“Thank you, sir, really.”  

“When do you plan on doing this?” 

“I need to get a ring.  I just knew that when we make this decision, I wanted you to know I was making the right choice and doing right by Becca.  She has been my Angel and I wouldn’t want you to think that I disrespected your family like that.”  

“Chris, it may have taken me a while to warm up to the idea, but I know you will always put my girls first. That’s all I can ask for.”  

** 

There are few days in the year where the country stops and watches. One Sunday in particular is basically a holiday.  Some have suggested that the Monday after should be a bank holiday if only to recover from the hangover of the big game. Football is life for some, and everyone participates.  

It’s a party atmosphere inside So-Fi stadium.  Everyone is ready to see the Steelers and the Eagles, a battle for Pennsylvania in California. Everyone is ready for a good game.  The teams take the field, and the battle begins.  

Becca is nervous, watching her man go to work.  She’s happy that her mother and Chris’s are here to help with Charlie because she is nauseous, anxious to see if Chris can pull this off.  Scott comes over with a beer for her.  “Here.”  

Becca looks and smiles, “no thank you.”  

“You’re not drinking?” 

“I can’t.  I feel so sick right now from all this anxiety.  I want this so much for Chris.”  

“And a beer might calm the nerves.”  He offers again.  

“I’m not like that,” she says with a chuckle.  “The alcohol will just make it worse.”  

“Oh, ok.  Can I get you anything?” 

“No thanks Scott, Maybe just hold my hand.”  

“I can do that, future sis-in-law.”  He took her hand and they watched.  

The Eagles come out strong in the first half, sending Chris reeling for a bit.  Studying their film, he knew they were tough, but their defense is strong.  Both Sebastian and Anthony have taken hard hits during the game and Chris has been sent scrambling more than normal.  At half time, Coach Tomlin speaks to his team.  

“Gentlemen, I know they are tough.  I know they are ruthless.  But so are we!  We have persevered through personal tragedies; professional bull shit and we have made it here.  Let’s refocus, let’s get back to Steelers football!  I believe in this team. I believe in this organizations.  We have 30 minutes to turn this around.  Bring it in.”  The team gathers.  “Persevere on three.  One, two, three...” 

“Persevere!” Chris grabs his helmet and heads back out.  He looks around and he spots her. She waves furiously and bends down to pick up his little munchkin and point him out to her. No matter the outcome, he knows he still won this season. The Steelers are getting the ball first after kickoff. Chris huddles his players and calls the play.  They set up and Chris winked at Anthony and nodded at Sebastian. “Blue 80, go!” 

Anthony ran in front of Chris to fake a handoff. He ran while the Eagles defenders chased Anthony. Chris kept the ball and launched it to an open Sebastian down the field. He caught it and ran it for thirty yards before being tackled from behind.  

The Steelers played aggressively the rest of the game, working hard not to give an extra inch to the Eagles.  There are two minutes left on the clock and the Steelers are still down by four.  

The two-minute drill is perfected by every team.  The offense learns what plays they can run the fastest to gain the most yardage and hopefully leaving the defense guessing.  It’s something that Ben and Chris spent countless hours planning and executing.  Chris is a general, moving his soldiers in place.  In the huddle, Chris’s hands shake for a second as he thinks of what play to run.  

“Chris, buddy, breathe,” his center, Kendrick Green tells him.  He can see the signs that Chris is about to panic.  “Tell me, is Charlie excited for Disneyland?”  

“What?”  It’s enough to bring Chris out of panic mode.  

“Well, we have a chance to go to Disneyland right now, and I was wondering if she’s excited to go.” Kendrick gives him a smile.  

Chris gives his own smile. “We haven’t told her yet.” He takes a deep breath.  “Ok, lets go Blue 52, on 1, ready?” 

“Break!” The team lines up in formation and Chris is in shotgun stance. “Ready?! Blue 52, Blue 52, hut!” 

The team moves, opening a lane for Anthony to run but it closes quickly.  Two seconds pass and Chris see that Sebastian has broken free but is already far down the field.  He scrambles away from a couple of defenders, plants his feet and launches to ball.  

Chris is knocked down, but he lifts his head to watch.  He prays to himself, please don’t be like New Orleans.  Let him catch it.

And he closes his eyes.  

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[kilowogcore]

Fun as the fundamentalist excuses fer this passage are, they ain't true. Look inta' the scholarship an' linguistics (the amazin' Dan McClellan has done videos on this passage) an' ya' find that the English translation is pretty much accurate on this one. Bald means bald, and the victims were children, not young adults.

So I guess I'm sayin' an important part a' the "wouldja rather meet a random man or random bear" conversation is makin' sure the man ain't magically controllin' the bear.

An' fer my Christian leftist followers, I love ya', this is aimed only at fundamentalists who try ta' twist the words ta morally justify a morally unjustifiable old legend. If ya' ain't fundamentalist ya' can just shrug an' say, "Yeah, that wuz messed up".

(Art sampled from "Nightwing" Vol. 4 #104 by Tom Taylor, Travis Moore, Adriano Lucas, Wes Abbott, Jessica Berbey, Jessica Chen, and Ben Abernathy)

[dbpnews]

Rubina Dilaik did the shooting of 'Bhee Jaunga' while drenched in the rain, shivering with cold, shared the video

Rubina Dilaik did the shooting of ‘Bhee Jaunga’ while drenched in the rain, shivering with cold, shared the video

Rubina Dilaik shared the video New Delhi : Rubina Dilaik is getting a lot of discussion everywhere these days. Be it music videos or social media, Rubina’s lights are everywhere. There is no doubt that after becoming the winner of Bigg Boss, Rubina’s fan following has seen a tremendous increase. She was also given the title of Boss Lady in this show. Rubina is currently full of projects and…

[dingletragedy]

when callum is like: what you don’t want me now?

ben’s face literally screams: of course i do you fucking idiot!

[feathermushroom]

SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL-

I've been having a field day on MSpaint lately

[corpsefaking-moved]

the bank robbery scene is poetic cinema 

[lesbiangracehanson]

julius caesar @ the bridge theatre was SOOOO GOOD

[nowwhatteam]

I havent seen any dreamcasts for the Ratatouille Musical yet but i am truly screaming for Ben Platt as Linguini and Patrick Page as Anton Ego from the top of my very lungs!!!!!!!!!!!

[dingletragedy]

ben mictchell u romantic bastard

peak intimacy: kissing someone’s inner wrist 

[plaidbooks]

Cabin Life - First Pregnancy

A/N: I love the thought of woodsman!Sonny’s daughter being an outdoorsy type, especially when she’s waaaay too young for it.

Also, Buddy the dog will be introduced properly in a fic, but until then, just know she’s an Irish Wolfhound.

Tags: there’s a moment where they can’t find Ginny and panic, otherwise none

Words: 1705

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When you and Sonny found out you were pregnant with your first child, you were both over the moon with excitement. You both agreed that you didn’t want to know the gender of your baby, and you both picked out boys and girls names. Sonny, of course, wanted to name his first son after him and his father, while you got to choose the middle name. So, you got to come up with your first daughter’s name, with Sonny getting the middle name. You both called it fair, and that was that.

After getting the happy news, however, Sonny took that to mean you were no longer allowed to do anything that could hurt you or your unborn child. But after two days of sitting on your ass—albeit, being pampered—you had had enough of that.

“I can still tend to my plants, make soaps, lotions, and oils—”

“But the baby!”

“Will be fine, Sonny. Relax, my love.”

He did relax after that, even if his heart skipped a beat anytime you lifted anything over 5lbs, or you tripped over something.

 *****************

As your belly grew, so did his love for you. He was completely enamored by you, in awe of your beauty. Many nights, you’d catch him watching you, eyes wide, the smallest of smiles hidden in his beard. And on those nights, he’d take you to bed with him, whispering love and praise while he made love to you. You were always on top; he was afraid of hurting you or the life inside you, but it was more intimate than even your wedding night together.

Any time you got weird cravings, he was making whatever you requested. Peanut butter and pickle sandwiches? Salmon salad with vinegar? Meatballs drenched in pasta sauce, but without the pasta? Didn’t matter; Sonny would make it. If he didn’t have the ingredients, then he’d go wherever he had to to get them. And he never once complained, simply saying, “anything for my wife,” a broad smile on his face.

When your feet started to swell and your breasts ached, he would massage you. His long, skilled fingers knew just how to rub away every cramp and discomfort in your body. He often had you leaning back against his chest, his arms around you and his breath in your ear as he rubbed your sensitive breasts.

“You’re the most amazin’ person I’ve ever met, doll. I can’t believe how lucky I am ta have ya,” he whispered, goosebumps appearing on your arms.

You let out a little huff. “I’m the lucky one here; having someone like you, Sonny? It’s a wish come true, a dream I never thought would happen.”

“Ya make me the best version of myself; if I’m as good as ya think I am, it’s only because ya made me that way with ya love.”

You let out the softest of moans as he found a particular sore spot, massaging it into submission. You melted back against him, his strong chest comforting, his even breath familiar in your ear.

 **************

Once you started having trouble waddling around, your legs and feet hurting, Sonny tried once again to get you to stay inside and relax. But you weren’t an indoor type of person. At first, you just use a cane—something Sonny’s father made years before as a walking stick—but he found that to be unacceptable.

“I made ya somethin’,” he announced one day. He helped pull you to your feet and wrapped an arm around your waist to guide you to the front porch. Sitting at the bottom of the stairs was an admittedly beautiful wagon made of wood with cushions inside. It was about three feet off the ground, with handles on front for someone to pull it along.

“Sonny, what’s this?” you asked with a smile. You had a pretty good idea what he made it for.

“It’s so ya aren’t stuck inside; I can pull ya anywhere ya wanna go,” he explained. “Here, let’s try it out.”

He kept one arm around your waist while the other held your hand as he helped you down the steps to the ground. There was a little step ladder that he made, and he helped you climb up and into the wagon. The cushions were so soft and comfortable, and your heart swelled with love.

Sonny took the handles in front. “Where do ya wanna go, doll?”

“Anywhere, as long as I get you at the end,” you replied, and he grinned.

“Well, lucky for ya, ya get me fer life.”

“Definitely lucky.”

 *****************

The hospital was about forty-five minutes away from your cabin, so when your due date got closer—and your contractions got worse—you both got a hotel room nearby the hospital. And once it was go time, Sonny flew into action. His adrenaline made it so he could physically lift you into his truck while you shuddered in pain from cramps. He never left your side for a moment, even when you were in labor for twelve hours. You crushed his hand with yours, and you were crying, red-faced, and in pain.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to you. “You’re doin’ wonderful, doll. Such a beautiful badass. I love ya so much.”

After your baby was born—a little girl, sixteen inches long—both you and Sonny were crying in relief, pain, and an overwhelming happiness. As little Ginevra rested on your chest, she didn’t cry or scream. She made little grunts and humming sounds, and when Sonny put a finger in her hand, she gripped him. You huffed out a laugh when she tried to suck on his finger for food, and Sonny sniffled in awe.

“She’s perfect,” he murmured, wiping his tears with his free hand.

“Our perfect little girl,” you whispered back, exhausted.

 ****************

As it turned out, your perfect little girl was a perfect little troublemaker. No amount of baby proofing the house proved to stop her from getting into anything and everything. And once she learned to walk, it was all over.

You were sitting on the couch, knitting a new blanket for Ginny, when Sonny came in from the backyard.

“Hey doll, where’s Gin-Gin?” he asked, kissing the top of your head.

You looked up in a panic; she had been on the floor, playing with toys. Now, the toys were laying there, untouched. “Ginny?” you called, launching to your feet.

Both you and Sonny glanced around the room before moving. But you both saw the open front door at the same time.

“I thought I told you to keep the door closed, Son!” you yelled in fear, racing towards the door.

He was right behind you. “I did! She musta learned how ta open—”

“Where is she?!”

You flung the front door open, gazing out into the woods all around your cabin, and your heart stopped. She could be anywhere—

“Doll, look,” Sonny said, gesturing to the bottom of the stairs.

Sure enough, little Ginny was sitting in the dirt, playing with a stick she found, smacking the ground and giggling. And two feet in front of her was Buddy, curled on the ground and watching her intently. You hadn’t even noticed that she wasn’t with Sonny when he entered the house.

You both rushed down the steps, and you scooped Ginny into your arms. You kissed her cheek and forehead, clinging to her and trying not to cry.

“You’re okay, Ginny, you’re okay. God, you gave us a scare,” you muttered. She babbled happily to you, still waving around the stick she was holding. “How’d you learn about doors, little missy?”

Sonny walked over to Buddy, who was instantly on her feet when Sonny approached. “Good dog; ya watch after her, okay?” he muttered, patting her head before scratching her ear. Buddy struggled to remain standing as her leg started to go when Sonny found her special spot. And when he stopped, she licked his hand.

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At first, locking the doors worked to keep her inside, and she would throw a fit. You and Sonny took her out as much as possible, but she thrived outside, wanting to be out at all times. Eventually, she learned how to unlock doors, too, and anytime you noticed a door open, you would find her just beyond the porch, playing with sticks or leaves or bugs. Buddy was never far when this happened, always keeping a watchful eye on your toddler, just in case.

Sonny eventually had to install hinges that stopped the door from opening; he also installed these at eye level, so she had no chance to get to them. This ultimatum came when you and Sonny bolted awake at 1am after hearing the front door open. Ginny had climbed out of her crib and made it outside.

“Want out!” she had yelled when Sonny carried her back inside.

“I know ya do, my little sweet pea. But there’s bears and wolves and scary things—”

“I wanna wolf!” she chirped.

There was no sleeping that night, especially when Sonny shot down her getting a wolf. He couldn’t trust her in her room anymore, so he sat on the couch with her, trying to read her to sleep, or play with toys, but she was having none of it.

You eventually beckoned Sonny to bring her to your bed. Ginny nestled between you two on the bed as you turned on a movie for her. With the bright colors and flashing lights, she slowly calmed down, and by the time you were halfway through the movie, she was out.

“Sleep, doll. I’ll watch her tonight, make sure she stays here,” Sonny murmured to you.

You shook your head, feeling guilty, but then you let out a big yawn. Exhaustion was heavy in your mind, and your will to argue disappeared. “Yeah, okay. Night, Mr. Carisi.”

He smiled at the name. “Night, Mrs. Carisi. I love ya.”

“Hmm, love you too.” And then you were out. Sonny gazed lovingly at you both, his two girls, and he never felt luckier. He figured Ginny was going to be an outdoor girl, like her mom, and he’d have to come up with something to keep her entertained.

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Clyde Logan x Reader Summary: Just a few thoughts on Clyde being a dad to Benjamin (established here) strewn together from my brain. Word Count: 858

The day you gave birth was hectic. You had scheduled your cesarean on the 15th, narrowly avoiding your Friday the 13th due date. Clyde wouldn’t have it. Too much bad luck t’be playin’ around with that, honey.

So you took leisure in packing and double checking both yours and Clyde’s bag the night before. A hand resting on your belly. Clyde brought you a glass of orange juice and some toast, reminding you you wouldn’t be able to eat soon.

He pressed a few gentle kisses on your swollen tummy. This was one of the last times he’d see you so full. 

The morning of the 15th went smoothly. You and Clyde arrived at the hospital, met the staff that were going to be taking care of you, and then were able to get you both dressed and prepped for your little nugget to enter this big world. Clyde was perfect. He sat right by your head, whispering words of encouragement. Once the surgery had started, Clyde was able to stand, against the wishes of the doctor, to peek at where his son was being born. 

Clyde usually doesn’t cry, but the tears that fell as he watched your son take his first breath, couldn’t be stopped. “You did amazin’ honey bee.” He whispers to you, as Benjamin was placed on your chest. Your arms weren’t able to move, from the partial anesthesia, shaking uncontrollably from the epidural. Clyde’s flesh hand was on him though, quicker than you could’ve imagined. “Shhh, we’ve got him.” He whispered to you, pressing a few kisses against your head as the nurse you’d passed your phone to snapped a few photos of your first moments as a family of three. 

-

That whole first week was new territory that neither of you had ever ventured into. Clyde’s partial arm had Benjamin tucked up tight against his body as he eyed the television, you both were exhausted. Top Chef was on and you’d been watching it as you made dinner. Your mind buzzing off the pain medication you’d been given and love for your two best boys.

Clyde tipped a beer to his lips, Ben was asleep. You didn’t think it would ever be better than this. 

At bedtime, Clyde was the one tucking Ben into his bassinet. It was a few feet from your bed, isolated into what you two made Ben’s Corner. He was the one humming soft show tunes to your little one. Clyde had seemed to never be afraid of anything, until then. Every single thing had him on edge, fearing he just might be so unlucky to have Ben, ripped from him.

You soothed his nightmares with calming words and gentle kisses, but nothing calmed him down like sitting in the rocking chair with Benny in his arms. When you had suggested naming the baby after him, his whole chest got hot. He tried to stop you, “Darlin’ I ain’t anything special. He needs his own name.” And that’s when Clyde brought Ben up to you. You used the full name Benjamin and Clyde had given in, with you attaching Clyde to the middle. You couldn’t imagine him being named anything else. It fit him perfectly.

-

When Ben started growing older, Clyde started watching the way he spoke. He was cleaning up his act. He didn’t want Benjamin picking up the wrong idea. You watched the way they played together, Clyde was lying in the grass as Ben picked up rocks, showing each one to his dad. You smiled. If you could hear them, you’d know Clyde was telling him all about each one, in hopes he’d teach him something to hold onto. 

You knew just how far Clyde’s intelligence spanned, and you knew that he turned to putty any time Ben asked him for help with a word or what made the leaves green. Clyde always took his time explaining, and if he didn’t know the answer, they would look it up together.

“Daddy?” Ben whispered quietly when you stepped onto the back patio to sit on the swing and read by yourself in the cool breeze, sipping a lemonade as you went. Maybe you just wanted to get a better look at Clyde teaching your son all that he knew about. Maybe you wanted to hear Ben’s small voice asking for help. Maybe you wanted to bask in the fact that this was your family. You were the Logan’s, and you got to watch Clyde change from a bashful teenager, to a vet, to a family man. Clyde knew no other joy than getting to be Ben’s dad and your husband.

“Hm?” Clyde smiled, propping himself up on his partial arm. A rock that Ben had dropped in front of him was in his hand.

“I love you.” Ben grins as he settles down, leaning against Clyde’s belly as he lays there. Clyde smiles, glancing over at you. He wanted another baby.

“I love you too, bud.” Clyde kisses the top of his head, going back to teaching Ben about his rocks. There was a smile toying on his lips, and Clyde never let out smiles like that. Your heart clenched. You both needed another baby.

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Clyde Logan x Reader

Part Two

Summary: just Clyde being a dad (:

Word Count: 866

The day you gave birth was hectic. You had scheduled your cesarean on the 15th, narrowly avoiding your Friday the 13th due date. Clyde wouldn’t have it. Too much bad luck t’be playin’ around with that, honey.

So you took leisure in packing and double checking both yours and Clyde’s bag the night before. A hand resting on your belly. Clyde brought you a glass of orange juice and some toast, reminding you you wouldn’t be able to eat soon.

He pressed a few gentle kisses on your swollen tummy. This was one of the last times he’d see you so full.

The morning of the 15th went smoothly. You and Clyde arrived at the hospital, met the staff that were going to be taking care of you, and then were able to get you both dressed and prepped for your little nugget to enter this big world. Clyde was perfect. He sat right by your head, whispering words of encouragement. Once the surgery had started, Clyde was able to stand, against the wishes of the doctor, to peek at where his son was being born.

Clyde usually doesn’t cry, but the tears that fell as he watched your son take his first breath, couldn’t be stopped. “You did amazin’ honey bee.” He whispers to you, as Benjamin was placed on your chest. Your arms weren’t able to move, from the partial anesthesia, shaking uncontrollably from the epidural. Clyde’s hand was on him though, quicker than you could’ve imagined. “Shhh, we’ve got him.” He whispered to you, pressing a few kisses against your head as the nurse you’d passed your phone to snapped a few photos of your first moments as a family of three.

-

That whole first week was new territory that neither of you had ever ventured into. Clyde’s partial arm had Benjamin tucked up tight against his body as he eyed the television, you both were exhausted. Top Chef was on and you’d been watching it as you made dinner. Your mind buzzing off the pain medication you’d been given and love for your two best boys.

Clyde tipped a beer to his lips, Ben was asleep. You didn’t think it would ever be better than this.

At bedtime, Clyde was the one tucking Ben into his bassinet. It was a few feet from your bed, isolated into what you two made Ben’s Corner. He was the one humming soft show tunes to your little one. Clyde had seemed to never be afraid of anything, until then. Every single thing had him on edge, fearing he just might be so unlucky to have Ben, ripped from him.

You soothed his nightmares with calming words and gentle kisses, but nothing calmed him down like sitting in the rocking chair with Benny in his arms. When you had suggested naming the baby after him, his whole chest got hot. He tried to stop you, “Darlin’ I ain’t anything special. He needs his own name.” And that’s when Clyde brought Ben up to you. You used the full name Benjamin and Clyde had given in, with you attaching Clyde to the middle. You couldn’t imagine him being named anything else. It fit him perfectly.

-

When Ben started growing older, Clyde started watching the way he spoke. He was cleaning up his act. He didn’t want Benjamin picking up the wrong idea. You watched the way they played together, Clyde was lying in the grass as Ben picked up rocks, showing each one to his dad. You smiled. If you could hear them, you’d know Clyde was telling him all about each one, in hopes he’d teach him something to hold onto.

You knew just how far Clyde’s intelligence spanned, and you knew that he turned to putty any time Ben asked him for help with a word or what made the leaves green. Clyde always took his time explaining, and if he didn’t know the answer, they would look it up together.

“Daddy?” Ben whispered quietly when you stepped onto the back patio to sit on the swing and read by yourself in the cool breeze, sipping a lemonade as you went. Maybe you just wanted to get a better look at Clyde teaching your son all that he knew about. Maybe you wanted to hear Ben’s small voice asking for help. Maybe you wanted to bask in the fact that this was your family. You were the Logan’s, and you got to watch Clyde change from a bashful teenager, to a vet, to a family man. Clyde knew no other joy than getting to be Ben’s dad and your husband.

“Hm?” Clyde smiled, propping himself up on his partial arm. A rock that Ben had dropped in front of him was in his hand.

“I love you.” Ben grins as he settles down, leaning against Clyde’s belly as he lays there. Clyde smiles, glancing over at you. He wanted another baby.

“I love you too, bud.” Clyde kisses the top of his head, going back to teaching Ben about his rocks. There was a smile toying on his lips, and Clyde never let out smiles like that. Your heart clenched. You both needed another baby.

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I made this when Spirit World wuz first published last year, an' now it's out on trade paperback! It's amazin' an' I highly enjoy it, especially if you like Chinese ghost stories, cosmic underworld trips, or supporting heroes John Constantine and Cassandra Cain!

(Art sampled from "Spirit World" Vol. 2 #1 by Alyssa Wong, Haining, Sebastian Cheng, Janice Chiang, Ben Abernathy, and Jessica Chen)

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Eyeless Jack Headcanons

Soooo the Ben thing was good? Maybe? I know it only has like 6 likes but that's amazing for me i really did not think I would get anything so it's amazing to me! Anyways here's some demon a baby headcanons

~Okie so hes baby nothin u can do about it

~Anyways so-

~He's tall (6'3-6'5) and he has muscles!!!

~Could break a fire wood long with his bare hands

~aNyWaYs

~Kinda like Ben I'm not gonna get into the whole backstory thing if u guys want me to do that ur gonna have to request

~He's a pretty chill and laided back guy for the most part

~He just isn't known for talking a lot

~I feel like he could really hang around anyone and it be fine but he definitely has his preferences

~Like Ben will just sit and talk which I kinda feel like Jack actually likes but then Liu will just sit there quite with him

~He likes balance

~He also likes his books (no he absolutly loves them)

~Some are fantasy, some non-fiction, and even a few romance novels(o_0)

~He loves to read and will read just about anywhere but his fav spot is a little hidden away spot in the woods

~He also has his medical books we can't forget those

~He also runs the 'med-bay'

~See's Toby in there most often becuz the whole no pain thing

~Jack actually thinks it's pretty cool (the no pain thing) becuz he'a kinda like 'sure I hate patching u up so much but it's pretty neat that u can't feel any of this'

Ahhhh I'm sorry these are short! I know I said I would make them longer but I just haven't? I'll do my best to make these better though! Remember ur an awesome and amazin