#gabby says stuff

[ratgingi]

diversity win! the grandmas are gay married

[snkts]

the call me maybe/CALL THE POLICE meme but it's the healing factor team on a road trip--

[sophiesweedkiller]

love u guys thank u for looking out mwah

[femmesandhoney]

kicker by zella day is my preachers daughter i think

[verytendou]

Looks up wikihow for what to do when you realize your office has 5x the amount of budget of every other executive office combined

[angabby-zzz]

Had an idea for a bit recently where gabby comments abt something like if jade had never been told abt how not to pick at acne. But then jades like um no this is like the first time ive had it. And gabbys like oh ok well thats fine then now u know. But then she gets thinking and shes like no way shes never had pimples or nothing before. And shes like how old r u? And jades like ummmm nine. And gabbys like cool. And its fine. But then it hits her. And she's like obv got something going on right. So jades like unmm.... why / how old r u? (Trying to keep the conversation normal cuz she isnt sure whats up) and gabby kinda gets it together cuz that was embarrassing and shes like oh sorry its just that like 😭 im turning 17? In october? So its just like. Yk. And jades like oh yeah thats cool. My bdays in november. And angel finally pipes in and is like oh so ur in like. what grade is that... And jades like i just finished 3rd grade 🤧 and gabbys like oh wow what was I like in 3rd grade.... what were U like.... like, both times I guess. And angels like 🤕 oh. dont say that here. And gabbys like oh mb. And then it gets like awkward and they move on or idk

[razzle-zazzle]

Whumptober Day 13: it comes and goes like the strength in your bones

Infection + "I don't feel so good."

2112 Words; future au ig???

TW for implied vomiting

AO3 ver

Gabby awoke slowly, his head pounding.

His throat was raw, his mouth drier than the driest deserts he could imagine. His neck ached like he’d been sleeping funny. His cheek was damp, his forehead was sticky, and it was

Way

Too

Cold.

With a groan, Gabby pulled the blanket tighter around himself. The sunlight creeping in through the caravan window was too bright. His head hurt so much. Gabby scrunched his eyes closed. He couldn’t close his mouth and still breathe.

The distinct knowledge that everything was awful trickled in, even as the world around him faded in and out of his notice. The sunlight creeping in grew wider as someone pushed the curtain aside. Gabby scrunched his eyes closed, pulling the blanket up over his face.

“C’mon, Gab-gab.” Seph shoved at his back. “It’s time to get up.”

Gabby groaned. “Don’ wanna.” He muttered. “‘S too cold.”

“Oh, you big baby.” Seph muttered. “It’s still August, how can it be too cold?” She grabbed the edge of the blanket, “C’mon c’mon c’mon!” and yanked. “Get up!”

Gabby rolled onto the floor. His brain snapped fully awake at the impact, while his stomach rolled at the motion. His throat burned even worse, now.

“Oh.” Seph said, her voice very small. “Um.” She turned to the ladder down. Gabby could hear her shouting for Dad as she disappeared down the ladder, but the world was spinning too much for him to really pick out the individual words.

Gabby pushed himself up on shaky arms. Ew ew ewww, now his mouth tasted like vomit—

“Easy there, рыбка,” And then Dad’s hands were on his shoulders, helping Gabby sit up. “Seph, go get the cleaning supplies, okay?” She turned back to Gabby, who just wanted the world to stop spinning— “Let’s get you back in bed.” An arm wrapped around Gabby’s back, another scooping his legs up under the knees. The world fell away for a moment, Gabby leaning into his father’s chest—his nose was too stuffed to breathe in his father’s scent, and his head was spinning so much that he scarcely managed to hear her heartbeat before Gabby was once again in the bed, Dad’s hand brushing over his forehead.

Dad clicked their tongue. “You’re burning up, рыбка.” They removed their hand. “Stay there.”

Gabby watched Dad leave. Like he could go anywhere, when his whole body felt like it was falling apart. He’d probably make it one step before slipping in the vomit puddle and cracking his neck on the floor.

Dad returned soon after, a spoonful of… something in one hand. Gabby saw the bottle held in his other and paled. Oh no. No, not that, anything but that—

“Open up,” Dad said, and Gabby had no choice but to let the spoon into his mouth. Ugh. The medicine tasted just as awful as Seph always claimed—Gabby never should have doubted her.

Dad chuckled at the look on Gabby’s face. “It’s not that bad,” She said, “And it will help.”

Gabby disagreed. But Dad was already turning to the puddle on the floor, and Seph was climbing up the ladder with cleaning supplies, so Gabby just let his head fall back onto the pillow.

He was asleep within moments.

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Gabby awoke to something poking his side. He turned his head, his still aching and stuffy head, to see his sister standing by the bedside, a look on her face.

“If I catch what you have,” Seph poked him again, “You’re dead.”

“Then don’t catch it.” Gabby shot back, though it came out as a mumble. Ugh. He tried to reach out with his mind, but the pounding headache made his attempt at telepathy rebound back into his head like a snapped rubber band. Ow.

Seph crossed her arms. “Being sick sucks.” She agreed. “So don’t you dare spread it to me!” With that, she turned around and left. “Have fun missing practice!” She sniffed, disappearing down the ladder.

Gabby groaned. Sisters.

Well, Seph was just obnoxious in general, really. She’d been obnoxious back when she was his brother, too, so it wasn’t just a sister thing. But Gabby was certain that becoming his sister had somehow made her more obnoxious. Or maybe Seph was just getting more obnoxious as she got older?

Probably.

Gabby pushed those thoughts from his mind. Hunger and nausea clawed at his stomach in equal measure. Sweat was pooling in the small of his back. It was still way too cold somehow, and he clutched at the blanket. He moaned, the sound so small in the empty room.

There was a water bottle by the bed—his, Gabby realized, reaching for it. He stretched out his arm, trying to grab the bottle without getting up—

It fell to the floor with a dull thunk. Gabby groaned. He tried to lift it with telekinesis—

OW OW OW

The water bottle landed in Gabby’s lap despite the pain. He groaned, waiting for the world to stop spinning before grabbing for it. It was the kind with a straw, so it was really easy to drink from without spilling.

Dad’s head popped up the ladder. “You okay?”

Gabby rested the bottle against his stomach. “Hungry.” He muttered.

Dad nodded. “Don’t worry,” She said, “I’ve got just the thing.” She disappeared down the ladder. Gabby stared blearily at where she had just been.

A few moments later, Dad came back up with a bowl in his hands. Gabby couldn’t smell what was in it—hopefully not more medicine.

“My Nona used to make this whenever I got sick as a kid,” Dad explained, helping Gabby sit up and settling the bowl in his lap, “Eat up, рыбка. It’ll help.”

Gabby could only scarcely remember his great grandaunt—he could remember her croaky old laugh, could remember wrinkled skin and clouded eyes. But Dad always talked so fondly of her, so even if Gabby couldn’t imagine it he was sure that she must have been a very strong woman. If she had a recipe that had helped Dad when he was sick, then surely it would help him.

Gabby reached out to take the spoon. The soup was hot against his tongue, and it burned a little going down, but it didn’t taste bad. The next spoonful went down easier.

It didn’t taste bad at all—it was warm, and delicious, and as Gabby ate more he could feel his head getting a little lighter. Snot was starting to drip out his nose, now, but his head didn’t feel quite as full, and his throat was feeling better, too.

There was something about the taste of it, muted as it was by Gabby’s clogged sinuses. Something familiar, that reminded him of a croaky laugh and wrinkled hands. Something familiar, like Dad had somehow distilled the essence of home itself into the soup.

All too soon, the bowl was empty, Gabby’s spoon scraping the side of the bowl. He was already mourning the loss of the warmth, of the taste and the feel.

“Try not to vomit it back up, okay?” Dad took the bowl back, reaching out with a free hand to tuck Gabby’s hair back behind his ears. “I’ll be right downstairs if you need me.”

Gabby watched him go back down. He set the water bottle back on the footlocker, and laid back down.

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The day continued on. Nona came in to check on him, cooing over Gabby’s pitiful state and brushing his hair back behind his ears. He still wasn’t sure why adults always did that—they’d do it to Seph, too, every time she got sick—but it wasn’t awful.

His grandfather came in next, sitting on the end of the bed to ask if he was doing okay before leaving to get more water.

If being sick didn’t feel so awful, then it’d be really nice. All Gabby had to do was lay in bed, drink his water, and everyone would come in to dote on him. It was great—or it would be, if it weren’t for the mind crushing headache and everything else he was dealing with.

“Thanks, дедушка.” Gabby took the refilled bottle and lifted it to his mouth carefully. With his nose stuffed full and his mouth sand-dry, he needed all the water he could get. At least his bottle was the kind with a straw, so he couldn’t spill it all over himself if he dropped it.

His grandfather smiled, his eyes crinkling. “Of course, little one.” He murmured. He brushed Gabby’s hair back from his forehead, lingering a moment to confirm Gabby’s fever before leaving. “Rest up, внучок.”

Being sick was still awful. But Gabby couldn’t say no to being doted on.

+=+=+=+=+

Gabby slept intermittently, when his stuffed nose and aching limbs would let him. He was waking up from such a doze, his mouth extra dry from constantly breathing in dry air, when he realized that he wasn’t alone.

“You’re dying?” Gabby turned to see Lulu staring him down from the side of the bed with wide eyes.

“‘M not dying.” Gabby mumbled. “Just sick.” Yeah, it was awful, but he’d get through it. Dad had said so, and if there was one thing Gabby had learned from his nine years of life, it was to trust Dad (and Mama and Papa, but they weren’t here right now. Dad was more than enough, though). So he wasn’t dying, just sick. Even if he couldn’t remember feeling this awful the last time he was sick. But Seph got sick all the time, and she always came out fine. So Gabby would live.

Probably.

“You sound like you’re dying.” Lulu pointed out, leaning closer. “And you look…” She paused, trying to find the word she wanted, “Hor-ri-bull.” She sounded out. “Really really.” She added.

Gabby felt horrible, too. But he wasn’t dying. He wasn’t.

“When you die,” Lulu was saying, “does that mean I get your stuff?”

Gabby stared at her for a long while. “No! Nobody’s getting my stuff! I’m not dying!” His voice cracked around his words, his throat aching painfully for a moment. Ow ow ow.

Lulu turned towards the ladder. “PERCYYY!” When did she learn how to be so loud?

A few moments later, Seph’s head popped up, “Yeah?”

“Is Gabby dying?” Lulu asked. Gabby’s attempts at protests transformed into a coughing fit.

Seph stared at him for a long moment, long enough for Gabby to stop coughing. He reached for his water bottle.

“I get his stuff when he dies.” Seph said finally.

“No you don’t!” Gabby wheezed, his voice strained. He might as well have been dead, though, for all that his sisters listened to him.

Lulu gasped. “No way! I’m younger, I get his stuff!” She lunged for Seph, who ducked down the ladder. Gabby heard twin thuds in the room below, and then the sounds of a scuffle.

He set his water bottle back to the side, laying back down. He could already hear his Nona yelling to break up the fight.

Ugh. Having sisters was exhausting.

+=+=+=+=+

“You missed Mama and Papa’s call.” Seph said, digging through the footlocker.

Gabby blinked. “I missed it?” Mama and Papa made sure to call once a week, when Dad’s half of the family was traveling. He never missed a chance to tell them how good he was getting at his powers—levitation in particular, since they were both really good at that one.

“Yeah,” Seph pulled her journal out, and closed the footlocker. “They called after lunch, and Dad told them you were too sick to come to the phone.” She looked at him, “It was after дедушка came up to check on you.” She added.

“Oh.” Gabby looked back at the ceiling.

Seph left with her journal, purple curls bouncing as she all but flounced out of the room. Gabby waited until she left to sit up and grab his water bottle.

Instead of flipping up the straw, he sat there, holding it and staring off at nothing.

He’d missed the weekly call. He’d missed the weekly call back home to Mama and Papa, all because he was too sick—

Gabby huffed. Seph was right.

Being sick sucked.

(Dad came up later, with more soup. It was still delicious, and Gabby felt a little better after eating it all, but—

But the taste of home, of Dad and Mama and Papa and Seph and Lulu and their house with the crooked mailbox lingered in every slurp, and Gabby’s chest ached in a way unrelated to his sickness.

Dad crooned, wiping away tears with reassurances that Mama and Papa would call again later, just for him—

Gabby felt a little better. But only a little.)

[gabzlovesu]

shoutout to all the fanfic writers who write for the side characters, the characters that get snuffed, and the characters we hardly know anything about but we are so in love with.

these writers must be protected at all costs !

[smiths-fan--13]

hii! i would like to request a kate martin x reader fic with an age gap (kate being older). the plot could be abt whatever u want im js dying for older!kate x reader 🙏🏾

ofc! love this idea, thanks anon xo ____________________________________________________

Kate Martin as an older gf headcannons

younger!r x older kate martin

warnings: none!

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-> She's a senior and you're a sophomore

-> She often teases you about your age, though there isn't really that much difference.

"Hey baby, you ready to go?" Kate asks, kissing your forehead as you smile up at her. She stifles a laugh while you pick up your stuff and pack it away, getting ready to leave.

"What is it now, Martin?"

"Get it? Baby? Cause you're so young and you're like my little baby!" Kate throws her head back laughing as you groan, hauling your bag over your shoulder as you begin to leave the library.

"You know, if I'm a baby, that makes you a big fat pedo" you tell her as you spin around. She chuckles softly as she wraps an arm around your shoulder, shaking her head.

"Only you would call me a pedo after I made you see stars last night" she whispers in your ear as you both laugh, leaving the library.

-> She loves driving you everywhere and picking you up. She especially loves when you and the girls need a ride to girls' night. You're definitely her passenger princess, no matter what.

-> Loves taking care of you

-> 100% does whatever you tell her to, even though she's older.

"Hey ma can you please fill up my waterbottle?" You groan from the bed.

"Noo do it yourself, I always do it." She pouts back at you.

You lower your bottle and sit up in bed, raising an eyebrow at her.

She flushes as she mumbles and grabs the waterbottle from your hands, filling it up for you anyways. She returns quickly, your bottle filled with cold water and ice.

"Thank you babyy" You flash her a smile as she crawls into the bed with you.

"Yeah yeah whatever"

You both laugh as she cuddles into you.

-> Her friends and teammates tease her when she comes into practice with marks on her neck and body.

She's standing in the change room getting changed for practice when Jada walks in and laughs at her.

"What?" Kate looks at her, confused.

Jada points at her neck and stomach as she continues to stifle her laughter. Kate looks down and notices the purple hickies littering her body. She smirks and shrugs as Caitlin and Gabbie walk in.

"What can I say? My girls a pro" She announces to them proudly, knowing they'd never say a thing to anyone else.

They all laugh at her, nicknaming her "sub" for the rest of the week, giving the sporty phrase a new meaning.

-> Lets you use her little baby blanket when you want to, or when she's not using it. She loves just laying it over the top of you guys before you go to sleep, or wrapping it over you under the blankets as she cuddles you.

-> Secretly loves being older; also loves the idea of being bigger and stronger than you and being able to protect you if ever needed.

-> Thinks she has her own "spidey senses"

You got really bored one day while Kate was at practice and decided to attempt origami. You pull up a YouTube tutorial on a flower and less than 10 minutes in, got a papercut.

"Fuck" You groan, quickly sticking your finger in your mouth to stop the bleeding.

Just as you pull your finger away to examine it, your phone rings. Kate. You pick up and immediately hear her voice.

"Baby are you okay? I just got a feeling to call you and check on you."

You laugh at her words.

"Yes angel, just a papercut"

"Oh" You hear her audibly sigh, relieved it wasn't serious.

"Are you okay though?" She asks again.

"Yeah, of course"

"Okay good. I gotta go, Lisa's yelling at me. If something else happens- call me. Actually no, my spidey tingles will pick it up"

-> Literally worships the ground you walk on, adores everything you say and do. You're it for her.

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Love this request, I hope I did okay!

Keep the requests coming, I'm slowly working through them xx

[ilovepaigebueckerss]

idk what to call this

paring: p.b x vb player reader

summary: You and Paige teach each other how to play eachothers sports.

NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL😓

heyyy guysss. this was made at like 12 AM wayyy past my bedtime so like it may be bad but. also idk shit about sports so ignore that

-love gabby💋

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You set up the camera in the empty Uconn gym. You were wearing your volleyball jersey while Paige was wearing her basketball jersey.

“Okay lemme set the phone up.” You say to her and she nods in response putting her hair up in a ponytail.

The timer for the tiktok goes off and you begin to talk. “Okay yall so we are gonna swap sports” You say excitedly to the camera. “So as yall know Paige plays basketball, and I play volleyball” You continue.

“Soo, shes gonna teach me basketball stuff and ill teach her volleyball stuff.” You say.

Paige goes to grab the basketball that was sitting on the wooden bench. “So im just gonna start easy and teach her the right shooting form.” She says handing you the ball.

“Yall not too much on me” You say laughing already knowing what the comments were going to look like.

She leads you to the 3 point line and puts your body in the correct position to shoot. She then moves your arms in the right position. “Okay go ahead and shoot.” “Remember to flick your wrists and jump up a little” She explains. You thought it was adorable how much she loved talking about basketball.

You attempted to shoot and it bounced off the rim. Paige laughs but tries to hide it. “Whats so funny?” You ask pretending to sound offended. “Nothing.” She says still smiling.

You continue to shoot until you make the shot. “OOU PERIODD” You yell. Paige just laughs at your goofyness. “Onto my sport” You say happily.

—

“Okay yall, we are gonna teach her how to spike. (or set idk)” You say. “Pretty simple.”

You give Paige the ball. “Your holding it wrong.” You say laughing.

You move her arms in the right positions to hold the ball. “Okay so just throw it up in the air and then hit it like I taught you” You tell her smiling. She does what you told her and it hits the wall.

“Is that good?” She asks. “Sure!!” You say sarcastically.

You run over to your phone and end the TikTok.

—

comments:

@ilovey/nnnn: the hand placement 🙏🙏 when is it my turn

@kkarnold: y/n you suck at basketball

@youruser: smd

@uconnbbfan: GYATTT Y/N

@paigebueckers: ikr

@youruser: PAIGE GET OUT

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[rimunagenius]

And They Were Roomates

☙ pairing: Kate Martin x Roommate!reader

☙ word count: 2.5k words

☙ warnings: RPF!! use of y/n, not proof read.

☙ ri speaks: I need more kate martin content and i haven’t been fed the specific ones that i need so i must write them to the best of my horrendous abilities. Idek how good this will be…im sorry in advance LMFAO. also this is two thousand five hundred words but it looks a lot shorter….crying

this is also a general announcement that i will indeed be refreshing my blog, so that means new and updated master lists and posts are coming out soon so sorry if you get a spam of rimunagenius on your feed!!

Part 1

| Series Masterlist |

When you first started in Iowa, you never expected the immediate love you recieved from the people there. They were friendly, generous, and so much different from people in California. Especially your roommate, Kate Martin. You had met her shortly after your first day of Junior year. A while after, you two became roomates because you needed more space, and she needed someone to split rent with in her apartment. Sounded like a great deal to both of you.

"You don't mind?" You asked unsure. Not wanting to impose on her, possibly ruining plans with making a deal with her actual teammates.

"No! Not at all! I really like you and you're alot of fun! I'd love for you to move in with me." She beamed at you, giving you a side hug when she saw your expression change. You both were ecstatic.

Since then, you had been living with Kate for almost two years. You two had become inseparable. Always on campus together, meeting up between classes to get coffee or lunch together, sometimes with Caitlin and your other friends. It was great. You were happy with your home away from home.

You had transfered from UC Irvine and decided to pursue your degree and career in sports medicine here in Iowa City. You were one of the new athletic trainees and ocassionly a photographer; your previous major was in photography and Lisa and the administration had really loved your resume and work, so they hired you as a part time (barely) photographer, for whenever they wanted more shots than what they usually wanted or a fill in.

Currently, you were needed in the Carver stadium to help record a mic’d up practice session for the team. It was for the Iowa Hawkeye Youtube channel. You had experience because you too had a youtube channel that you started when you first transferred to Iowa. So you had told Lisa and the coaches that you’d be able to film it.

“Hey, Gabbie!” You smiled at her as you walked into the locker room, approaching Kate’s cubby to set your stuff down. Kate telling you this morning before she left that you could put your stuff with hers.

“Hey, girlie! So guess what?” You and Gabbie loved to gossip. It was so much fun and it started when you were redoing the tape on her ankles, and she looked down so you asked her about it, and since then, you both have told eachother whatever gossip you had.

“Oh my god, what?” You took your sweater out of your bag, the locker room being chilly, so you could imagine the court.

“So that boy Nick in my econ class, totally asked about you today. I didn’t want to crush his hopes and dreams but I did say you weren’t his type.” She took a seat next to where you were standing to put her shoes on.

“Wait, the boy I said would so be my type if he was a girl? That Nick?” You laughed because he was really nice and such a sweet guy but he just wasn’t a girl. Men are pretty but only to look at.

“Yes!”

“How’d he take it?” This guy has asked you out once before but you just said you weren’t looking to date. Probably should’ve elaborated on that one.

“But he asked me “Oh, who is? Does he go here?” And I was like,” she paused to reenact the face she made. “I said it too fast so I didn’t have time to say “Oh, It’s long distance or something” sooo I don’t know.” She rambled and just pulled her hair into a small ponytail.

“What do you mean? That made no sense, Gab.” You were confused. She looked guilty of something but you didn’t want to pressure her but you also really wanted to know what she had said about you to Nick.

“I kinda sorta said you had a girlfriend already, and he took that as ‘Oh, she’s dating her roommate Kate Martin’ because he said he supposedly sees you guys together everywhere.” She meant well. It really wasn’t her fault that Nick totally misread the situation.

“Oh shit.” Your jaw dropped. You thought it was awkward but now it went full fledged horrendous. You were already out, and anyone who followed your insta would’ve saw it in your stories, so you weren’t worried about that but you were worried for Kate.

“So what do we do about the fact that a random kid on campus thinks your dating Kate?”

“Ok wait, i’m actually scared. Like how do you think Kate will take it?” You were talking to Gabbie and immediately knew you fucked up by seeing the expression on her face.

“How will I take what?” Kate walked in, hair down, dressed in her practice uniform, and sat on the chair next to you. You hadn’t realized that you sat down with Gabbie. Lost in the conversation and frenzy of the new mess that could possibly affect yours and Kate’s social life dramatically.

“I’m just gonna…” Gabbie got up, and walked out, meeting the others outside on the court.

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you in a minute.” You said to the girl before turning to Kate. You had caught her up on the lore behind you and Nick, if you could even call this one sided infatuation lore. Now you just had to tell her the problem. “So Gabbie tried to tell him that I was already seeing some girl. But Nick jumped to this whole conclusion that me and you were together.”

You watched her face. Looking for any sort of negative reaction. Waiting for her to blow up on you. “Oh.”

“And when Gabbie tried to say it wasn’t you and that were just friends, and that my supposed girlfriend lives in California, he got up and left. So it may be possible that the whole Iowa college campus will assume we’re together.” You played with your fingers as you watched her some more. Still waiting for her explosion.

“I mean, I don’t mind. He sounded weird so if it keeps the guy away from you, i’m okay with being the ‘pretend’ girlfriend.” She shrugged her shoulders. Grabbing her shoes from behind you, your chair sitting right infront of the cubby that belonged to her:

“Kate. Are you sure? This is so random and so strange and I would totally get it if your uncomfortable.” You wanted it to be clear that this situation could go away if she was uncomfortable. If she was uncomfortable you’d go on a date with him and just tell him it won’t work after. It’d be bad for you if he goes around saying rude things but you couldn’t care less about people you don’t know. You just wanted to make sure Kate wasn’t the one feeling weird.

“Yeah, I mean—I don’t have to kiss you in public, right? I feel like that’s overstepping a boundary we have not thought about setting.”

“No, Kate. You do not have to kiss me in public. Wait so you’d kiss me in private?” You looked at the girl, now fully joking around as you wiggled your eyebrows and laughed.

“Oh yeah for sure.” Kate made a funny face while nodding her head before grabbing her water and standing up. You following behind to get this practice and video recording started.

“Oh, and your getting mic’d up today. I don’t know if Coach Lisa told you.” You say as you both walk onto the court.

You and Kate had showered, separately unfortunately, and sat on the couch. You had been trying to convince her the whole way home from practice to watch New Girl. She agreed after ten excruciating minutes of your nagging.

You were deciding to pick the snack you wanted, grabbing M&Ms you bought at the store yesterday, snickers, chips, and popcorn. You wanted to watch as many episodes as possible because you both started school late tomorrow and it was an off day for practice.

“What are these practices anyways? Are they like preseason workouts to get back in shape or?” You watched Kate as she picked her snacks.

“Yeah. Basically. We’re technically only allowed to goof off a little during those ones.” Kate laughed, referring to the mic’d up practice today. Coach Lisa usually wants a more focused and intimate space during the actual season. “Oh my. What if we just kill this whole tub of Neapolitan ice cream?” Kate took it out of the freezer and suddenly all your snack choices went back to the cabinets.

“Ou deal, Martin.” You grabbed two spoons before making your way to the couch. Grabbing the blanket off the backrest, and throwing it over you both. You both settled and got comfy ready to start the marathon of New Girl.

You were both sitting in silence after you decided to just do a highlight reel of episodes since you weren’t going to force Kate to watch multiple seasons. "Are you excited for this upcoming season? Your last season?" You asked as you looked to your right. Kate was seated next to you while you both decided to disregard bowls and just eat the ice cream straight from the tub. She held the tub as you both dug what you wanted out of it. She shoved more ice cream into her mouth and she smiled and nodded her head.

"I am. Just scared and sad." She said somewhat incoherently due to not having swallowed the mouthful of ice cream. You nodded your head. You had already adapted to the Kate language. When she talked while yawning, mouth full, her body language, and her facial expressions. Not many people were fluent like you, and you were actually proud to be one of the people. So you understood exactly what she meant. You saw everything else she was feeling just by the look in her eye and the shape of her lips.

But you also felt sad for her too. You’d both be a sixth-year, grad students, in a couple months. This year bigger for her more than you. This year being her last and final run in her collegiate career. This was huge. You both knew this but wanted to focus on the nicer aspects. You and the girls would support her and be her friend even if she decided to never touched a basketball again. You guys were for life.You didn’t play, so you felt there was nothing you thought you could say other than just being her friend.

"You'll be okay, sweetheart." You wrapped your arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. A small comforting hug, atleast a hug at which this position provided, and kissed the top of her head. You only used terms of endearment like this in small, comforting, intimate moments. You felt this was the right time. "I'll be here for you, and you have the girls. We’ll back you in whatever you do, outside of basketball and school. You can’t ever get rid of us if you tried. But I will give you all the support and all the ice cream you can eat right now." You smiled at the blonde. You both stared at eachother, a little too long, “We are not beating the supposed ‘girlfriend’ allegations right now, Martin.” She bursted out laughing. You not far behind.

"But seriously, thanks shortie." She said as she patted your knee, right before she lost it again and laughed out loud. You immediatey cringed at the name, and pushed her away from you.

"OH! my god! Immediately no, Kate." You laughed again, half embarassment and half amusement. "That is not funny. You sound like a frat boy." That earned another snort laugh from Kate.

"You're right. I'm sorry." You side-eyed her. Pulling the blanket a little closer to you. Scooting over the tiniest bit over to feign anger and hurt. Still managing to catch her movement through your peripheral.

"Bro, I'm not even that much shorter than you. Just short three inches." You rolled your eyes at your best friend, turning back to the episode where Jess and Nick kiss eachother for the first time. Your favorite episode.

"Yes, I know. I know how you feel about my short jokes. I almost cried when you ignored me for three and a half days." Kate chuckled as she looked to you her smile dropping, a frown forming when you still didn't acknowledge her. "Oh, come on, y/n. Don't ignore me again, please! I was kidding." She asked you while chuckling nervously, she asked you two more times, when that didn’t work she insisted on poking you for a two minutes straight.

"Okay, Kate. I forgive you. Now shush, my favorite part is coming up." You kept your eyes on the screen and tried to reach for your spoon in the tub. Your fingers reaching everywhere but your spoon. "Kate can you help me please?"

"Yes, but haven't you already seen this show like eight-billion times?" She grabbed a spoon, whichever one was closest, forgetting which one was which, and scooping a good spoonful, before bringing the spoon to your mouth. "Open." You opened your mouth and took the ice cream happily.

"Thank you, you big teddy bear. God's gift, I'm telling you." You said as you watched the best scene on sitcom TV about to unfold.

"Im just going to pretend you're talking about me and not your show." Kate whispered. "You're welcome, pretty." She said louder so you could hear.

That got your attention. It wasn’t something that you hadn’t heard come out of her mouth and directed to you before; she's called you pretty multiple times when you had asked if the outfit you were wearing out looked good or if the makeup you put on was good for this dinner a girl you were seeing on and off wanted to take you out to. But she's never once used it in this context. You got a nervous feeling in your stomach, something you recognized as butterflies for sure. Fighting the urge to smile at the compliment, a small blush creeping up on your cheeks. Fighting the thoughts you had about her.

It was something new but this one thing…this you weren't going to get used to. You guys were best friends and just roomates. You can't feel anyway about this.You decided to ignore it and take it as a compliment in the moment to make up for the short joke. It definitely wasn’t something serious as you were making.

"I was talking about both of you. The TV and you, Kit-Kate." You put your arm around her shoulder and continued to watch the show. Watching the scene you had been waiting for all night to play. “This was the best cinematic experience I have ever had.” You whispered, now reaching for the spoon again for some ice cream.

Kate beating you to it, already having got another spoonful for you, feeding it to you like she did a couple of seconds ago. You smiled and thanked her before you both decided to cut the show, and search for a movie of both your choosing this time.

[snick-cooler]

So, I had the strangest but coolest dream ever, I dreamt of an angel hare play.

Instead of Jonah discovering the story via the tapes, it was Jonah recounting the events to the audience. It would switch between Adult Jonah talking while doing just mundane life stuff, then to the events of his childhood with Gabby.

Gabby was a human actor with some angelic garb and a pair of bunny ears who sat behind this tv cutout. Young Jonah was played by a young-adult with messy black hair, and his dad was played by an offstage actor whose shadow would appear from the right of the stage.

His dad was always accompanied by this scary orchestra, and he would REALLY yell whenever he appeared. I really can't say specific dialogue or anything, that stuff was mostly a blur, but I could tell it was still sort of following the structure of the original series, with Jonah meeting Gabby at the start, then the chair, etc etc.

The flashbacks to Jonah's childhood would switch between his room and a set of the cartoon where Gabby could walk around and etc. Oh also I don't think Francis ever appeared? That sorta sucks but its a dream so what can you do. It was sorta funny cause whenever Gabby was behind the cutout you could tell she was sitting, idk I thought that was kinda funny.

I drew a rough image of what I remember the most, which was when Jonah's dad appeared.

[lowkeyrobin]

Oh hello me again 👀

I had another idea lmao, this one's a little dumber but here me out 🙏

Joshdub x Reader teasing each other over accents/comparing accents (literally any accent I don't mind, I just need Josh content, literally my second favorite of The Boys and second favorite Australian lol)

STOP I LOVE THIS AWERHJRNWNRBSNSN ; thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy ; your reqs r literally the best lol ; also I'll have that foolish one you sent me up soon I just need to tweak some stuff

JOSHDUB ; accents

summary ; you and Josh like to bully each other over your accents

warnings ; language, excessive DubDaddy running gag/joke idfk

word count ; 646

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"Bro, shut the fuck up, no way you're trying to diss me with your biscuits and tea looking self"

"Says you, scorpion fucker!"

"What the hell is happening right now?" Mully questions with a slight laugh, looking over to Juicy, Eddie, Gabby, and Narrator.

Juicy answers his question, "They're fighting over their accents"

The four watch as you and Josh continue roasting and arguing with each other, throwing insults every which way.

You were all staying at Juicy's house for a large sleepover-party, currently located in the living room. Prior to the playful argument, you'd all been watching a dumb action movie, which got paused because you all agreed that it was too boring and wanted to talk instead. The girls, minus Gabby, had left to go pick up some pizza and wings, considering none of you had eaten dinner yet, and it was already seven in the evening.

Gabby laughs, hearing another cruel insult escape your mouth. "When are the girls getting back with the pizza?"

Narrator looks down at his watch, "Hopefully within the next 15 minutes before they strangle each other"

"You're a cock sucker. You literally speak in gibberish"

"Says you! A few sandwiches short of a picnic. What's that even mean?"

"Okay, and I'm supposed to know what chuck a sickie and fire up the barbie mean? Quiet yourself down, Josh"

Juicy snickers, a hand loosely covering his mouth as he looks away momentarily. Eddie laughs, cheering you on in his native language across the room, Gabby under his arm. Mully can't help but laugh with Narrator beside him, both of them unable to hold back their amusement. It wasn't necessarily what you were speaking was funny, it was the tone and why you were fighting that got them.

"This is the stupidest thing we've ever argued over" Josh chuckles, "That includes that time where you tried to gaslight me into thinking you didn't call me DubDaddy"

"Again, that wasn't gaslighting! I didn't call you DubDaddy!"

"Why do you say daddy like that?" He laughs, "You accentuate the a like an au sound"

"It's just how I speak! Say tuna"

"Tuna" He speaks, pronouncing it like ch-una.

"See?!" You exclaim, "You're the one talking weird"

"You say tuna like t-ew-nah!" He counterclaims

"Yeah, okay" You playfully roll your eyes and cross your arms, leaning back into the couch. You look over at Juicy, then Eddie and Gabby, then Mully and Narrator. "I don't say it like that, right?"

They're silent, failing to hide the smiles tugging at the corners of their lips.

"You're fucking kidding me!"

"To be fair!-" Juicy quickly speaks, "You both sound dumb. Mully does too."

"Ha!" You laugh, looking at Josh with a smug smile.

"What the hell?" Mully questions, looking to Juicy, "When was I involved in them?"

Juicy shrugs, "Since you decided to be Australian, brother"

"Dawg, you can't choose to be a certain nationality," Eddie laughs, using his free hand to rub the T-section between his eyes and over his nose.

"Are we not going to talk about the DubDaddy thing?" Mully asks, refocusing the conversation. "I don't remember this happening"

"Shut the fuck up" You quickly reply, moving your legs around to sit criss-cross on the couch.

"No, no, no. Tell us about that" Juicy giggles.

Josh quickly explains before you can tell your side of the story. "We were on VR Minecraft, after that 24 hour challenge-"

"I didn't call you DubDaddy!"

"-And we were trying to at least get to the Nether, right? They fell into a pit of lava, logged out while screaming DubDaddy into their mic, wanting me to help them or get water to save them from the lava pit they were in" Josh chuckles, seeing your annoyed expression.

"I did not call him that, I swear on my life"

"I don't think anyone's believing you, Y/n"

[lovewithmary]

THE ENGINEER | MCU X FORMULA ONE CROSSOVER

summary: where max is less than pleased.

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fc: gabbi garcia

author’s note: I know it seems like Max is going to be endgame, however I just wanted to show her and Max's friendship (or soon to be relationship). other drivers will be included soon, but you have to be patient

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A knock came from Viviana's hotel room and she knew based on the conversation she had with Max, it was him. She opened the door to see him holding one of his Red Bull shirts. "Come in," Viviana sighed, moving to give him more room to enter, to which he did.

"You know, there's other things to wear besides your Red Bull clothes," she said, as she entered the bathroom to change whilst Max sat on her bed.

"I know," Max replied, scrolling on his phone.

"Then why do you always dress like you're constantly going to a race? I helped you find a stylist to avoid dressing like you're always on the track, yet you still never dress different,"

"She always picks something that's either way too itchy or way too tight on me," Max argued.

"Which is why I got you some shirts from New York that you like. They're in my suitcase,"

Max walked over to the purple suitcase and crouched in order to unzip it to see a shopping bag. Assuming it was his, he grabbed it and opened it to see that they were, in fact, the shirts she was talking about.

Viviana exited the bathroom to see that Max was looking at the shirts. "I expect you to wear one of them to the yacht," she told him.

"What yacht?"

"The yacht I specifically bought so we can have a mini get-together and you can invite the other drivers. And I finally can say I have a yacht,"

"No. Absolutely not," Max shook his head.

"You are going to invite them Verstappen,"

"You can't make me, Stark,"

The two stared at each other for a while until Max groaned and blinked, making Viviana smile victoriously. "And make sure to tell the drivers with girlfriends to come as well. I want more female friends and I don't want the media to think I'm trying to collect drivers like it's Pokémon,"

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viviana's phone call with her mom

"Anak, akala ko wala kang jowa?" I thought you didn't have a boyfriend?

"Oo, nga, wala akong jowa. Saan mo nalaman na may boyfriend ako?" Yeah, I don't have one. Where did you hear that I had one?

"Ang tatay mo, sabi niya," Your dad told me.

"Wag mo siyang pakinggan, tsismis lang yan," Don't listen to him, it's only gossip.

"Sayang naman. Kung jowa mo si Max, yung mga bata mo matangkad, matalino, at maganda pa sila," What a waste. If Max was your boyfriend, your kids could be tall, smart, and beautiful.

"Ma! Kaibigan lang kami," Mom! We're just friends.

"Kung hindi si Max, si Mick nalang." If not Max, how about Mick?

"Okay, busy dito. Kailangan ko nang umalis, mahal kita," Okay, it's busy here. I need to go, love you.

"Alam ko excuse lang. Hindi yung ikaw yung nagmamaneho ng kotse pero mahal din kita," I know that's just an excuse. It's not like you're the one driving the car but I love you too.

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Reader and Miguel deciding to go spend some time together without the kids so they asked the crew to watch Gabby and baby Benji, but only to return home to see the house a complete wreck (resending becuz I don't think Tumblr sent it the last time)

For some reason Tumblr have been eating asks, notifications??? Anyways ~

"No."

"Why not?"

"Just no, mi amor. I'll tell Peter."

"Miguel, we can't always rely on Peter to take care of our kids! That's... just invasive and kinds pushy. Plus I'm sure he has enough as it is with Mayday in her teething stage."

He groaned and took your hands.

"Mi amor. You know I love you, right?" You deadpanned, "But trusting a bunch of teenagers to take care of our children..."

"Give them a chance. You're always encouraging Gabi to do things on her own, what's the difference in a group of older kids? Besides Hobie seems the one that has a much more developed sense of responsibility, Gabi adores them! Benji loves Miles!"

"Still, no."

"Miguel!" He tensed and closed his eyes at your tone.

"It's been months since we had a date, the reservation is done, if anything happens Hobie has our phone. I'm gonna get ready, and so will you. Got it?"

"Okay, okay. No hay que alterarnos. Los llamaré, de acuerdo?" (Let's calm down. I'll call them, ok?)

"Good boy." You smooched his cheek and went to shower. He sighed as his ears felt warm

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"Don't worry Mrs. O'Hara, Benji will be safe with us. Miles brought some drawings for Gabriela to paint with him." Gwen spoke as Hobie held Benjamin, the toddler too enraptured in the different shiny textured bracelets on Hobie's wrist.

"Bye Solecito , You'll call me or Miguel if anything, alright? Benjamin's formula is in the counter, no sugar past 7 for Gabi, make sure she is asleep by 9."

"Gotcha." Gwen nodded

"Go on, mate. Missus awaits." You kissed Gabi and Benjamin on the forehead. You heard the ma ma from Benjamin.

"We'll be back soon." You went to the car. Miguel watched the three of them.

"Don't screw this up." Hobie just sniffed with a nod.

"Aye, aye. Go on."

Miguel soon joined you and sighed

"I have a bad feeling of this"

"I think Imma start calling you Miguel Angustias." (Worrywart Miguel).

He chuckled and took your hand in his, to then kiss it. You went for the date. Not that Miguel didn't trust them, he knew they were not ready for such things.

He was already savoring the 'I told you' he had in store for you later.

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So far the only call you both had was from Miles to ask if Gabi had a soccer game as well so he would help her get her stuff ready.

But when you got home, you couldn't help but be both surprised and horrified Hobie held Benjamin on his chest, a bit of puke on his shirt, Gwen was curled next to Hobie, sandwiched between a doodle faces Miles, all craned up in the seatless couch, the removable seats piled up under some blankets. They had tried to build not one but two forts.

Stepping in further, you covered your mouth at the kitchen. Bowls piled up with gooey batter, the counter and the stand mixer coated in a dusty layer of flour, some dishes, scattered around the breakfast island, Pavitr asleep in one of the forts. When he had gotten in you had no idea.

Miguel just stared at you with a deadpan.

"I told you so." He shrugged casually and slammed the door loud enough to make em awake after you had taken Benjamin from Hobie's chest and put him to sleep after wiping his mouth and face.

The youngest jolted awake as Hobie just stirred awake. Miguel removed his feet from the coffee table. Gabi was asleep in the floor, in the opposite fort as Pavitr. Gwen's face was smeared in glittery makeup.

"You had one job." Miles rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"Uh... Tío, tu casa está embrujada." (Man, your house is hunted)

"Lo embrujada no le va a quitar lo sucia. A limpiar." (The haunted won't clean it up. Move it.)

"What did you say?" Gwen giggled at Miles chewed spanish.

"I told him that his house is hunted."

"Oh, definitely. Like... the bulbs were all poltergeist and then the porch's bulb just exploded."

"Told Pavitr to not tell scary stories, he didn't listen."

Miguel just sighed, ignoring them as he picked up Gabi. You approached

"I'm sorry for the mess, Mrs. O'Hara we just got too carried away. Benjamin loves Hobie's guitar though."

You couldn't help but chuckle at Gwen's face. She smiled sheepishly.

"Gabi wanted to do some makeup."

"It's alright, Thanks for taking care of them. Was Benjamin fussy?"

"At all, Hobie's great with kids. Pavitr as well. We had to call Margo to give us some advice on kids show."

"You should've asked me!" You chuckled, "I have some makeup remover wipes in the bathroom."

"Thanks. We'll clean up, promise."

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They all left after leaving the house pristine. Miguel made sure of it.

"Go on, say it."

"I told you so." You pulled him closer and hooked a leg on his waist. It was your turn to be the big spoon.

"But they did it though. Mess aside. They helped Gabi out with her stuff, Benji was quite easy tonight, just were a bit messier and we finally had our date."

He nodded tiredly with drooping eyes.

To his dismay, you might call them again.

[directdogman]

do you pick favorites when it comes to dialtown characters? Idk if you’ve been asked this before but I want to know which member of the DT cast is your favorite. Can you list your top three?

I honestly couldn't. I really do like every character. When I write a character, I usually ask myself "okay, does this character have a point?" Like, what's their role in the greater world and to the main character? Are they a foil of some kind, are they funny, etc. So, I can't think of any character with more than a minute of screen-time who doesn't serve some role in the greater story, even if it's just as an NPC who reveals stuff about the world (like, say, Gabby, who has a pretty big role in the development of Oliver's character, pre-DT.)

Gingi is always fun to write. Mingus is too. Generally, I like when characters are inherently unreasonable but have incredibly high expectations for everyone else around 'em. And obviously Gingi + Mingus fit the bill. But I couldn't definitively rank the characters because by the time I narrowed the list down, I'd begin second-guessing and begin re-adding characters to the list. It's part of the reason so many characters cameo so much outside of their main routes. They're fun to place into different dynamics!