#he wishes he had jessies girl for real.

[dayurno]

can't remember if i posted this before but kevjean montage to jessie's girl and thea is jessie

[sulfurrrr]

Fun fact I didn't listen to the lyrics of the song Jessie's Girl until like a year ago. So for most of my entire life I thought the chorus was "I wish that I was Jessie's girl" and just assumed the song was about a closeted trans girl who was in love with her friend Jessie.

I only thought to read the lyrics when it came on the radio and I went "wait. what if Jessie isn't actually a guy? what if I've been assuming this trans girl was in love with a guy when she was actually a lesbian the whole time??" It never even occurred to me that I might be wrong about the trans part.

And then I pulled up the lyrics to check and got punched in the face with how wrong I was.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Introductions

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adeventures Universe

Summary: Natalia meets your parents as your girlfriend

Pernille wishes that they could make the trip to Spain to see you more often. But with their own work schedules plus flight times and your own training, it was difficult sometimes.

But, it was all worth it when she and Magda got out of arrivals to see your beaming face waiting for them.

"Princesse!" Pernille pulls you in for a hug, cradling your face and inspecting you.

The Spanish sun has been good for you. You're practically glowing as you take Pernille's hand in one of your own and Magda's in the other.

"How has training been?" Magda asks as you all make the trek to where you've parked your car.

"Good," You reply," We've got that match against Eibar at the weekend so we've been training pretty hard."

"You're top of the table," Magda reminds you," You can't be having to train that hard."

You shrug. "Talia says she'll cook dinner if I keep a clean sheet."

"That's nice of her," Pernille cuts in when she sees Magda's eye twitch.

Your crush on Natalia has been going on for years now and Magda's never fully come around to it. In her eyes, you were still that little toddler who moved from Germany to England. You were too young to have a crush, least of all a crush on a flirty Spanish girl who practically had a salacious smirk on her face all the time.

Magda had always imagined that your first official crush would be on someone like Jessie. You'd had a childhood crush on her for years (even if you had never actually realised it) so Magda had just assumed that people like Jessie were your type.

Natalia and her flirtations were out of left field.

"Talia doesn't cook often," You explain as you slip into your car," But she makes this amazing pasta dish that I've been craving for weeks."

"That sounds wonderful," Pernille says," I'm looking forward to seeing you play this weekend. We tune into your matches whenever we can."

As the topic moves on from Natalia's, Magda finds herself relaxing.

It's not that she doesn't like Natalia. Natalia is a great girl but you're Magda's baby. She doesn't want to have to imagine you kissing a girl or falling into bed with one. You're her only child and the idea of you moving away to Spain and potentially never coming back was almost too much to handle.

"I saw that match against Real Madrid," Magda says instead," That was a fantastic dive."

"The shot winded me a little bit," You reply proudly, turning onto the street with your apartment," But I'm glad I caught it. I was a little worried that I wouldn't."

"You're the best keeper in the world," Pernille says," Of course you were going to stop it."

Your cheeks turn a little pink as you turn off the car. "We don't know that. That PSG keeper-"

"You'll win it," Magda says," I can feel it in my bones. You'll see at the end of the year. You'll win."

You don't respond to that as your cheeks flush a deeper colour, making your way up the elevator to your apartment.

"Prins is fully trained now," You say proudly as you unlock your door," And he's bilingual. Talia is trying to teach him Spanish but he's refusing."

"Good," Magda says," I knew there was a reason I liked him."

Your apartment is different to how it was when she and Pernille left you there. It's more homey and cosy. Rocky the Rock was still on one of the shelves with girl-swan and girl-moose. Everything still had a place but it felt more lived in now.

A few of Prins' toys were scattered around on the floor and there were soft blankets strewn around the room.

Prins yaps happily at seeing you all, wandering over to get tickles behind the ear from Pernille, who happily crouches down to give them to him.

She glances around slightly, feeling just like Magda that there is something different about your home.

A cat tree was wedged in one corner, with a beautiful long-furred calico sleeping in one of the little caves. There was a Barcelona training shirt that didn't have your number on it hanging over the armrest of the sofa.

There were shoes that weren't your size on the floor.

But, the real kicker was the soft footsteps coming closer and closer.

"Hola," Natalia says as she appears around the corner.

Your face brightens up as soon as you see her, only getting happier and happier as she drops a soft kiss on your lips before moving over to the kitchen area without a care in the world.

Prins goes to follow her, wagging his tail as she throws him down a treat. The beautiful cat from earlier also crawls out from her nap spot to get treats too.

Pernille has to stifle her laugh as Magda stares, a finger coming up to point between you and Natalia, who was now happily humming as she grabbed some butter from the fridge.

"I...You...She..." Magda stutters out," What?!"

"Mi vida," Natalia says," Did you want the normal bread or the fancy bread?"

"Fancy, please," You reply," Morsa, is something wrong?"

Magda's still stuttering, not fully able to articulate her thoughts as she gestures wildly.

Pernille laughs, looping her arm around Magda's waist in comfort. "I think your Morsa is just a bit confused. She wasn't expecting Natalia to be here too."

You frown. "But why? Talia lives here too?"

"What?!" Magda demands.

You give her a funny look. "She's lived here for weeks now. Did I forget to tell you?"

"Mi vida," Natalia says," Why don't we sit down. Sorry, Miss Eriksson, Miss Harder, did you want a sandwich too? I forgot to ask."

"That would be lovely, thank you, Natalia," Pernille says as she guides Magda to sit at the kitchen table," I'll have some ham if you have it and Magda's the same."

Magda barely looks mentally present in the room, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.

It's very clear from the way that Natalia's moving around that she's trying to make a good impression. She's met Magda and Pernille before but that was when she was on Spain's youth team. Meeting them now as your girlfriend is different from back then.

Of course, both Magda and Pernille knew that she's been your girlfriend for a while now. You'd been very excited to tell them but Natalia moving in with you must have slipped your mind.

Natalia looks unbelievably nervous as she slides the sandwiches in front of Pernille and Magda, taking up the empty seat opposite them and next to you.

The cat from earlier leaps up onto the table, brushing her bushy tail against Natalia's face before jumping down again to wander back to her cat tree.

"That's Reina," You say proudly," She's Talia's cat."

"I can see that," Pernille says fondly," She's beautiful."

"I brush her every day," Natalia says, puffing out her chest. She's really laying it on thick. She made a sandwich for everyone. She's showing off how responsible she is by bragging about her cat's stunning pelt. She's taking care not to touch you as much as Pernille knows she wants to. She's really trying to make a good impression.

Magda laughs sardonically. "I mean," She says," You've really made yourself at home, haven't you?"

"Morsa!" You snap and Magda jolts.

You very rarely raise your voice, least of all at her but it's clear she's rubbed you up the wrong way. You seem to regret it though because your eyes dart back down to stare at the grain of the table.

Your voice stays firm though. "Don't be mean. This is Natalia's home too."

"Magda," Pernille says and it's funny how similar to two of you are," We're having a grownup conversation here. Be polite."

Magda sighs deeply. Her hand clenches into a fist and then unclenches again. She expels all of her breath.

"How long have you been moved in together?" Her voice is softer now, more welcoming but it's clear to Pernille that Natalia is still a little on edge.

"Nearly two months," You say," I think it's going really well!"

"It is," Natalia says, finally getting a bit more of her usual confidence back," We're doing very well together...Miss Eriksson."

Magda pulls a face. "Don't call me that," She says," It makes me feel old. I'm not old."

That gets you smiling again and the hand you've hidden under the table moves up to rest on it, showing that you've laced it tightly with Natalia's.

"You're old enough to have a twenty year old," You tease and that gets Natalia smiling down.

She's practically beaming at you, looking at you like you've hung the moon and the stars and the planets turned with you at the centre.

Magda doesn't like it. She doesn't want anyone looking at you like that. She doesn't want people to be attracted to you. You're her baby, the little baby who used to fit so perfectly in her arms and used to sneak into the big bed and speak German just to annoy her.

But you're grown up now and she can't think of anyone else she'd rather have look at you like you were their whole world than Natalia.

"So," Magda says begrudgingly," Natalia, I hear that you make really good pasta."

[sbwrites]

I wish that I had Steve’s girl - E.M

Summary: Eddie and Steve are best friends and he would never do anything to hurt him but god he’s in love with his girl. Inspired by:

Steve is a friend Yeah, I know, he's been a good friend of mine

Steve and Eddie had been best friends since that one night in the upside down, Steve had come back to save him and ever since they’ve been inseparable. They work together, they live together, they go shopping together, hell they even flirt with girls together. They’re worse than max and that Walkman of hers so that’s saying something.

But lately something's changed that ain't hard to define

Eddie knew something was up when Steve distanced himself a bit from him. They stopped going out together every weekend and Steve stopped flirting with girls with him and that was very unusual. Steve was always up to flirt with anyone, usually girls would brush him off but when they didn’t he’d get a real kick out of it. So when Eddie and Steve did eventually go out one Saturday night and Eddie noticed Steve not doing his usual rounds around the bar to flirt with any woman in sight he finally asked him what was up.

Steve’s got himself a girl and I want to make her mine

It made total sense now. Steve was always loyal when he was in a relationship and now Eddie wanted to meet her. They met the next weekend, Steve decided to host a party at his and eddies shared apartment and he invited his girl. Eddie was polite per the request of Steve, his new girl was shy and quiet despite her metal look, the complete opposite of what Steve’s type usually was. She was Eddie’s exact type to a t. Eddie was fucked.

And she’s watching him with those eyes, And she’s loving him with body, I just know it

Eddie stood in the kitchen, as far away from Steve and his new girl as he could get without it looking like he was avoiding them. The way she was looking at Steve made Eddie jealous, she looked at him like he hung the moon and stars, why couldn’t she look at Eddie that way? A couple hours had passed and everyone was filtering out of the shared apartment, Eddie didn’t miss the way Steve and his girl quietly snuck into Steve’s room. After the last few people had left, Eddie sat on the balcony deciding to light up a cigarette and turn on the portable radio they kept out there trying to drown out Steve and his girl’s noises he could hear coming from Steve’s room.

You know, I wish that I had, Steve’s girl

Eddie was hopeless. It had been weeks since he first met Steve’s girl and he still couldn’t get over her. She was staying over more often recently and it was killing Eddie. She was so sweet and played such good music whilst she was dancing around the apartment and god when she gets out of the shower and walked through the apartment in just a towel has Eddie running off to his room hiding his obvious hard on. He didn’t miss anything that Steve and his new girl did except the fact they both looked at him the same way he looked at them.

[tuliptired]

could you possibly write an Egon Spengler / female reader love triangle fic! With a lot of jealousy on Econ’s part? I love your Egon fics!

I Wish That I Had Jessie's Girl

Pairing: Egon Spengler/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minor violence and being not so nice to a lady (its not Egon dw)

its been a minute...wtf yall know about plumbing???

better formatting on Ao3!

You put the phone down dreamily, smiling to yourself as Janine clung to your shoulders, having listened intently to your call. It was Duke, a friend staying with your neighbor. You had taken to talking one morning, you let it slip about your place of employment, and soon enough the boys were ridding his boiler of a spirit. He would call you during work hours, simple things like asking if you made it in ok, if you had dinner waiting- things that didn’t warrant calling a ghost hotline, but he was so sweet that you couldn’t resist. He had the cutest accent you’d ever heard, and not to mention the pure charisma he exuded with sandy hair and tanned skin. You sighed, leaning on your hand as you remembered him saying he “just wanted to talk to the sweet girl on the other end.”

Before you could indulge in your debriefing with your friend, the garage opened, and outpoured four men in brown. It didn’t take a genius to guess what they missed, brains filling in the blanks as Janine shook you around and you both giggled like highschoolers. 

“That line is for work calls,” Peter scolded you lightly, picking up the phone and inspecting it. Janine rolled her eyes, going back to whatever was on her computer and you looked down at your paperwork, a little embarrassed.

“You don’t get it,” Janine typed fast. The men groaned, as Peter fell into Ray’s arms dramatically.

“Oh, I get it.” He did his best at mocking your voice. “Oh, Duke, run away with me into the sunset!” Ray played along, doing a worse impression of you as your face burned from the teasing. “Duke- let’s go horseback riding on the beach!” 

Winston joined in, sounding like a belle. “Run up the phone bill, Duke!” 

As you tried to speak up to put an end to the symphony of phony-you, Peter interrupted you. “Duke, I haven’t had a real date in months- of course I’ll marry- ow!” He rubbed his forehead, eyes flickering from the spot he was struck and the golf pencil clattering to the floor. Soon, the other two men were pelted as well, covering their faces as you tossed writing utensils like rice.

You placed the container down. “It’s not my fault if he’s a romantic,” you defended yourself, straightening your clothes. Ray and Winston raised unbelieving eyebrows at you, bending over to pick up the mess. 

Ray stood with a small handful, unbending at the waist. “Just don’t know why you’re so obsessed with him, that’s all.” He had the cadence of a worried older brother, which made you uncross your arms. 

Janine leaned in to you. “Knows guitar. Beautiful brown eyes. A little dumb.”

You nodded. “A cute smile.” 

“So tall!”

“Deep voice.”

“Southern voice!” 

Ray looked offended then, placing a hand on his heart. “I’m southern! What makes him so special?”

Janine pushed her glasses up with her ring finger, crystal chain swinging as she did. “Kansas doesn’t count.”

“Well, excuse me if I’m not as good as Mr. Baywatch,” he stood with his hands on his hips.

Winston looked at something over your shoulder. “What do you think, Egon?” That’s what you were forgetting- you mentally cursed yourself for foregoing the quiet man as he started up the stairs. He paused, looking over the banister. 

He was silent, mouth opening but words hesitant. “I wouldn’t be tripping over myself for a plumber.” The rest of the men erupted in laughter, Janine telling them off, swatting at them as she said that they were just old and bitter. Your head fell into your hands, mind spiraling with ways you’ll get them to let it go.

You sat behind your desk, sipping on the coffee Egon had brought you. Just the right kind from just the right shop- in exchange for your help in the lab. The liquid warmed your insides as he watched you, waiting for a verdict. 

You put the paper cup down. “It’s the right kind,” you admitted. He didn’t budge. “ Thank you , Egon.” He was satiated, as the door opened and you turned your attention away. It was Duke, the sudden appearance making you jump, quick to fix your hair and tug on the hem of your shirt. He was all smiles, sauntering up to you with a few things in hand. Egon looked unamused, making a small amount of space for the man.

“You have another ghost?” You beamed up and him, nervous in the air of the spontaneous visit.

He laughed, voice rich like honey. “Hey, sweet girl- I can’t see you?” You shook your head light heartedly, subconsciously leaning forward in your seat. He held up what was in his arms. “Brought you something.” a little coffee cup with a yellow sleeve, and a thin batch of flowers. “You didn’t already have, right?” He hesitated before he put the cup onto the wood. Your eyes widened a bit, as he hadn’t noticed the forgotten favor from Egon that you quickly placed in a short, open drawer space underneath the actual table top. You felt bad, doing it in front of your friend, but he’d just have to understand, right? 

“Not at all,” you assured him. “Thank you, so much. You didn’t have to.” You brought the drink to your lips, taken aback by the taste. This was the kind you hated. From the place you made a point not to visit. You smiled weakly, taking the flowers in your hands. Pre-cut flowers, destined to die in a week.

He grinned back at you, before something flashed behind his eyes. “Before I forget- the bathroom pipes in your walls? The ones running through your bedroom? They’re sounding a little shaky, you might wanna get them looked at.” He leaned a hand against your desk, the other in his back pocket.

You heard a small snort that didn’t come from either you or the man trying to court you. You nodded, once. “Thanks. If my apartment floods with toilet water I’ll know who to call.” Duke looked around at your workplace, either impressed or concerned as he craned his neck towards the ceiling.

He let out a low whistle. “This place has to be at least half a century old.”

“Octogenarian.” Egon spoke up, evading your gaze as he stared down the other male. 

“No kidding,” Duke stilled, before looking around again. You cleared your throat, placing a hand over his.

“Thank you, again. I don’t know anyone who’d go out of their way like this for me.” You locked eyes for a minute, just smiling at each other before Egon interrupted, again.

He started toward the lab. “The samples are ready.” You sighed out your nose, remembering how these were the ones you were particularly excited to look at under the microscope. 

You patted his hand apologetically, before getting up as Egon disappeared into the firehouse. “Duty calls. I’ll see you later?” Duke looked a little disappointed, but he agreed nonetheless.

“Later,” he gave your hand a squeeze as he strolled towards the exit. 

Egon had a few slides set up, as well as seedlings and sprouted plants off to the side when you arrived. You sat in your designated wheely, short-backed chair, silent and a hefty amount of awkward as he messed with something behind you.

“He got the wrong coffee.”

“I know.”

“And you hate store bought flowers. He tried to charm you by offering to fix your pipes.”

“I know. ” You swiveled around to face him, self-conscious as you remembered the fact that Egon was standing there for the entire ordeal.

You closed your eyes as you put your hands out. “Look. Everybody makes mistakes. So what if I’ve mentioned it to him a few times.” Egon ceased what he was doing and gave you a single look as you slumped back in defeat. “Just drop it.”

“I didn’t say anything,” he turned the microscope’s light on, “now, these are samples of Platanthera ciliaris grown with ectoplasm, rather than cut prematurely with store bought fertilizers-” You cut him off with a light punch to the arm. He slid the scope in front of you. As you put your eye to the lens, your mind blanked upon looking down at blurry shapes and colors. This part always got you. 

“How do you…” You gestured to the knobs on either side without raising your head. He was quiet before placing light fingers on your right hand, guiding the knob forward, your skin prickling at the touch. Nothing changed as he retracted his hands.

“It’s still not…” You were about to sit back, to let him try it himself, when there was something in your way as wheels screeched across hard floors. A warm body, a respectable distance behind   your own, and warm hands encompassing yours. He silently guided the knob again, back and forth until the slide was clear.

You hoped he couldn’t feel your heart through your clothes as you swallowed. “That’s- good. I can see.” Your breath was taken away at the sight underneath you, yellow and orange and green cells as far as the slide went. Little square boxes, reminiscent of sliced citrus fruit sitting in the long tendrils of the plant. With the ectoplasm, their cell walls grew thick, and seemed to breathe, coiling and writhing. Before Egon could back away, you voiced your awe.

“It’s beautiful,” you said honestly. He stayed where he was.

A beat or two of silence, but he spoke eventually. “I know. It did wonders for their growth. It makes me think, what could this mean for human development?”

You watched on as the cells seemed to twitch, reminiscent of an animal stretching itself. “Living, retentive material on a living, thinking human being? Is that ethical?”

He didn’t say anything as he raised the brightness for you. “I’m unsure.”

You could see even better now, the remaining bits of dirt clear on the root of the flower. “Venkman could help.”

“Perhaps he could.” 

It was comforting, the way he was close to you. Undoubtedly, he was in a bit of an awkward position- his lower body was rolled away from the small of your back. But it was almost funny the way he nearly let all of his weight rest on you, while barely touching you at all. The scientist didn’t go out of his way to touch people, and when he did it was stiff and rigid. But he was languid now, deep breaths in tandem with yours as you reveled in the quiet. He started going out of his way for you very far into your employment, and your coworkers swiftly teased you both for it in the privacy of a room the other wasn’t occupying. He let you have the good chair, he brought you the good coffee. He let you watch on and talk endlessly while he worked, something that the other men didn’t have the privilege of. He listened to you divulge him in a topic he never previously cared for, as you ate all of his food. So to be touched, as brazenly as this, was simultaneously surprising and expected. He was your friend. But he was Egon, so his pelvis would stay out of contact with your body as he leaned forward onto you.

But the presence was lost, as the scrape of wheels against the ground made you raise your head, a bit disappointed. He had a little slide in hand, with another flower. It was your favorite, marked “ectoplasmic”, incased in clear material. He had the ghost of a guilty smile as you took it from him, marveling at the new color created. 

You managed to glow so hard you nearly felt your cheeks ache. “You’re spoiling me.”

Janine was bored, taken to filing your nails to match her own in the middle of the slow day. The compact radio on your side of the desk went on, playing your station of preference as you let her work on you. She stops filing, blowing the dust off the edge.

She eyes you for a moment, before going back to your hands. You narrow your eyes as she keeps her head down. “What? What was that for?”

“Your aura is all outta whack.”

You frown. “Well then, I apologize for my ‘aura’.” Janine wasn’t pleased, cocking one eyebrow as she dragged the file back and forth. 

She sits up a little straighter, bringing your hand up to her eye. “This is bad. I’ve only seen something like this in my sister.”

You sneak a look down at your nails. “Your boy-crazy sister?”

“I’m telling you- this is bad.” Janine drops the file, holding your hand. “And I can tell what’s happening.” She takes a pause, as if her next words will hurt coming out. “You’re in love.”

“Alright, you got me,” you pull your hands back, surrendering sarcastically. The little woman grabs them again, insistent.

“So you’re not in love with Duke?”

“I mean-”

“So you’re stuck between two lovers?” 

Taking your hands back again, you roll away from her, eyes widening and voice reaching a ditzy pitch. “I am not in love with Egon!”

She has an expression reminiscent of a psychiatrist as the light catches in her glasses. “Honey. I never mentioned Egon.”

You freeze. Without thinking, you rise from your chair, only to be pulled back down. “You’re just confusing me,” you protest.

She cages you into the receptionist booth. “The only thing confused is your heart. You’re stuck between two guys and now you have to choose one.” You scoff, crossing your arms. She keeps on, voice lowering a bit as if she remembers the men upstairs.

“I see it, we all see it. Except the two eggheads,” she flicks you between the eyebrows with manicured nails. “Friends and coworkers don’t do what you do.”

The spot on your face stung. “I’m telling you, he’s just my friend,” you almost pleaded.

Janine’s eyes nearly rolled off her face. “Of course. He lets you bother him all day because you’re friends? He’d lay himself out on the ground for you to walk on if you asked. You just don’t think he would because you’re too scared to lose him if you make assumptions.” She presses a finger to your chest. “But you should’ve seen the two of you the other day.”

Your blood runs just short of icy. “You were there?”

“Egon does not touch people. And there you were, this 6ft scientist hanging off of your back like a koala.” She smirks to herself as she lets up, rolling back to her spot and starting to work on her own nails as you sit there, stunned. “You like the big-weird-doctor,” her voice teases you.

There’s nothing for you to do but roll back to your own spot, silent as she keeps going. “And you’re not gonna say anything to Duke?” His name snaps you back to reality as you turn your head to face her.

“I don’t…” You try to argue your case, barren as it may seem, but it served no purpose when nothing came to mind.

“So you’ll say something to Egon?” Her face brightens with hope.

“I…” Nothing, again, as you search the floor for some sort of answer.

“So you won’t say anything to anyone and you’ll die an old hag?” She whines, setting the file down against the wood, eyebrows furrowed as you throw your head back, squinting at the ceiling.

Your brain was scrambled, not knowing whether it was on the offensive or the defensive. You make a resolve without thinking, tone self-assured. Or, in denial. “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about. And I’ll…be with Duke because he actually likes me.” She starts to speak, but her words are cut off by a low, shaky rumbling reverberating throughout the firehouse. Both pairs of eyes instinctively flit downward, until a creaky note followed by a loud spraying noise and a curse resound from above you. 

The voice of the man in question cuts through the very loud chaos happening in your walls, calling down the hall. “The lab sink! It’s flooding!” The sounds of running water and creaky metal fill the space. Amidst the noise, you can hear Ray announce that “he’s got it!” as he makes it to the lab along with two other sets of feet, and you rush to the staircase.

“No, you don’t! You’re an engineer, not a pipefitter!” You leant on the railing, waiting for a response. You got one, as the madness quieted for a second, Janine coming out from under the desk. In an instant, it erupted again, even worse as you and Janine’s hands went flying towards your ears. There was a hellish cacophony of metal, gushing water, and creaking inside and outside the wallpaper, comparable to construction. You stumbled back to the desk, fingers pressed into your hair.

“Who do we get? What number do we call?” Janine hands you the phone, yelling over the endless pandemonium.

You have to yell back. “No one, after the work Ray did- no commercial plumber would come within 50 feet of our driveway if he wanted to keep his license.”

She shakes the phone at you, exasperated. “Well, what do we do? This place is falling apart!” You’re forced to take it then, holding back a sigh as you bite your cheek and punch in the only number you knew to contact.

Duke was underneath the sink unit, working hard as he lay on the towel you gave him to stay out of the inch of water that accumulated onto the floor. “It’s a good thing you called me when you did,” he marveled as he reached for a tool in the worn satchel you held like the daintiest picnic basket.

“I can’t tell you how glad I am that I did.” He sends you a smile from the ground, and you return it, until you hear the slosh of something dragging against water. Duke looks to the side, and you do the same as you look up, expression flat. Egon was in his chair, working at his workbench like there wasn’t centimeters of stagnant water at his ankles. You knew he was freaked out of his mind, he was just being difficult.

“Egon,” you inquired sweetly.

“Hm?” He was playing innocent.

Your voice retained the same sweet cadence. “Why are you here?”

Egon gazed at both of you incredulously, like he had no idea what he was doing wrong. “It’s my own laboratory, I think I reserve the right to be here.”

Your jaw clenched. “Of course. Hey, Duke, tell me again about your football team,” you hid the venom in your voice as your stare didn’t leave Egon’s sitting figure.

Duke shined when he recalled his years in high school sports. “Oh man, you have no idea. I was the best running back in Valentine. I was riding high, ‘till I tore my ACL. Could’ve gone pro.”

Egon spoke as you were about to praise the former athlete. “Interesting you mention football injuries. Many players can develop CTEs and never notice.” Duke blinked, nodding slowly.

“My head’s okay. I think.” 

“I’m sure. Poor impulse control, rage issues, and eventual dementia but- there’s no way we’ll know until you’re dead.” He shrugged, smile lopsided.

“And what a cute cadaver you’ll be, with cute Duke Juniors at your side after they do the autopsy,” you bent slightly, voice saccharine and expression strained as you got Duke’s attention again. It felt mean to think this, but he was a little easy to please.

“It might not be the CTE that gets him, after all. In fact, plumbers are easily at risk for infectious diseases. Hepatitis, staphylococcus. On account of the fecal matter and septic water.”

Before you could distract him, Duke looked offended, brows knitting together. 

“Nerds like you don’t get sick? With your samples and your tests?” He glanced at Egon sideways.

Egon simply shook his head. “No. Because I’ve never swam through human shit for a paycheck.”

Duke almost got up from his spot underneath the sink, sitting up on his forearm and pointing a tool towards the seated man. “I didn’t go to some big school for years just so I could be called doctor like you did. You don’t even patch anyone up,” he retorted harshly. Egon, the man who avoided confrontation, seemed smug and amused by the insult, ready to spit back himself.

You squatted to be level with him, internally thankful that your legs were strong enough to prevent you from falling backwards into standing water. “I’ve never told you how cool I think it is that your truck is so tall. I didn’t even know they made them that big.” God, you sounded like a cheerleader as you rested a hand on his chest, but it worked.

He was content with that as he wiped his hands off on a rag. “Y’know, sweet girl, I’ve been meaning to ask. Tomorrow’s Friday, wanna come out to the bar on 5th and Franklin? I’ll show you a good time.” He spoke low, eyes lower. Egon didn’t give you time to respond, as he was fully turned towards the both of you, face more than annoyed.

“She hates that club. And she told you that, because it has to do with why she doesn’t have her license, and she tells that story to everyone. Were you the exception, or did you just not care enough to remember? Because she won’t jump into bed with you on the spot?” For the second time that day, your blood turned to icy as you stood up fast, water splashing onto Duke’s shirt underneath you going unnoticed to everyone in the room but him as he grabbed the hem. 

You could barely control the anger in your voice as it rose in volume. “Egon,” was all you had to say, firm and frustrated as you stood with hands on your hips. He looked like a scolded child, wordlessly wading through the flood and following you outside.

You stood standing across from each other, Egon very interested in your shoes. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You questioned him, infuriated as you pinched each of his ears, pulling him down as he winced in pain. 

When you let go, he weakly soothed his red cartilage. “You don’t understand,” he muttered, immediately regretting his choice of words as your eyes lit aflame.

“What don’t I understand? That you didn’t mean to be a jerk to the guy trying to ask me out?” Egon took your reproach, until he couldn’t anymore.

“He doesn’t really like you,”’ he said reluctantly. 

“How would you know?” You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes. Was this why he was being so petty?

Egon sighed, before looking frustrating and starting off on a tangent. “He got you the wrong coffee, the kind that gives you a stomachache. And he got you store bought flowers that died within a week. Anyone who’s ever known you will know to get you a potted plant so you can keep it alive yourself. Not to mention that you’d have more stimulating conversation with a mailbox than him.” Egon looked choleric and uncomfortable as he tried to reason with you, voice raising slightly.

You took a step towards him, lowering your voice as you weren’t all that far from the lab- only down the hall. “At least he’s trying! In all the time you’ve known me, how many people did you know to actually try?” It sounded pathetic out loud, but it was true, right? For as long as you could remember, you knew that you’d eventually have no more room to nitpick. He had a brief, hurt expression, eyebrows flying together and mouth open slightly. He looked away once, before nearly begging you.

“He’s only trying because he thinks you’re a challenge!” He put both hands on your shoulders in a moment of desperation. “I’ve lived among men all my life. Even the most mild mannered guy has only one thing in mind, taking you to a club like that. He lets you talk and talk because you won’t think twice when-”

You pushed yourself away, a cynical smile as your face burned inside. “Oh, I’m sure Janine would be surprised to hear that coming from you.” You stepped toward the door, ready to open it and accept his invitation. Egon took a step towards you, as if you were an animal.

“What? I’m trying to tell you, he is an insincere neanderthal of a man, and he’ll do nothing but treat you like dirt.” You were ready to snap then. This was all too much for you, abstract emotions having nothing to do but manifest as frustration. Janine’s words mixed with Egon’s, resounding as negative affirmations through every corner of your head. 

This was all so confusing, and now here he was, telling you that the love you were receiving for so long was superficial. Wasn’t he supposed to be your friend? That hurt most of all, memories of the handful of times you were alone at night, spilling your thoughts out. You were tired, and he did more listening than talking, but you can remember him reassuring you that “ someone will love you. He’ll stop being scared and he’ll tell you with a beautiful flower in hand.” Who cares how you felt about Duke? The love he promised is here, and now it’s up to Egon to tell you it’s not true? You could barely feel tears in the corner of your eyes, disdain making them dry.

Taking a slow, yet shallow breath, you grabbed the door again, turning your back to him. “And you’re being an ass. As far as I’m concerned, you’re not at liberty to tell me who I should and shouldn’t be with.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look back at him, but if you did you’d see the visual representation of someone’s heart breaking into splinters. “I’m gonna go out with him and have fun. And drink.” With that, you were back in the lab, a little shaken as you put on a faulty smile, cheerily saying yes to his invite.

The next day came, and Peter let you go early since they’d finished all their scheduled jobs and Janine was still around. As you thanked him for excusing you, Egon stood wordlessly at the workbench.

You got nice and dressed up, perhaps a little better than you would otherwise. But this was for you, and partly to prove a point. Duke let you know how nice you looked during the ride from your place to the bar, granted he spent the rest of the drive going on about the truck itself. You seldom paid attention, mind so focused on enjoying yourself that you forgot to be in the moment.

At the door, you had to use a different form of identification to get in on account of this same club’s (teenaged?) bartender swiping your license to use for herself. Duke made some wayward comment on you proving that you were of age in some clandestine way, and you just sighed out your nose, handing the unamused bouncer your ID. 

The inside was hot, and loud. You couldn’t walk too far without bumping into someone. You only frequented places like this with friends, so a date was new territory as he sat down at the bar without looking back. He ordered a large beer, for himself, and insisted that you order another drink after you had nursed yours. You declined, you needed to remember tonight, and he seemed almost annoyed at that. The air was a little tense- it was hard to have a good time when only one person’s throwing back. It was only getting better when you did the cheerleader thing again, letting him pick you up with one arm and impress you with another round of shots. You suggested he slow down, and again denied another drink, and he seemed irritated again. You felt a little despondent yourself as he wouldn’t talk, before something across the bustling room got his attention and he halfheartedly excused himself. 

It didn’t take long before you found him in the corner of a bar, trying to impress much younger, much drunker girls. Drunken asshole. You dragged him back by the wrist, talking sweetly to him as you promised him a dance earlier in the night. He got excited, beating you at getting to the floor. As your sultry air fell, you caught a glimpse of bright colors in one of the booths, pointing in your direction. God damn it.

“What are you doing here?” You leaned against their table exasperated as 3 out of 4 of them beamed at you. Winston, Peter, and Ray each had the same dress shirt, buttons undone and sleeves rolled up to different degrees; in purple, red, and green respectively. Egon opted for a dress shirt he had at home, a simple light blue under a sweater vest and tie. He looked nothing sort of tense in the crowded environment, even more so now that you were in front of them. You scrunch your nose in sight of their outfits. “Did your tour bus break down?”

Winston put down his glass. “How’s your date going?” You closed your eyes and raised your eyebrows.

Peter looks over your shoulder at Duke making his way through the crowd. “He looks juiced.”

“It’s fine. Why are you here?” Ray smiled, putting a hand on Egon’s shoulder. 

“Can you believe this was Egon’s idea? Here, no less?” The man looked into your eyes sheepishly as you glared down at him. 

“Oh, I can believe it. Well, I hope you and Rosenberg enjoy your night.” You gave Egon a mocking grin, before departing to find Duke. You did, and he was, again, with another girl. You got his attention, and he was excited to dance- just extremely handsy. So much so that you had to hold his wrists to keep his hands on your waist, rather than your front or rear. 

Eventually, he spoke low and into your ear, but it wasn’t the titillating, sensual way that one would towards someone they were trying to romance. It made the hair on your neck stand for the wrong reasons as it registered as sleazy, predatory. Drunken words:sober thoughts, Janine’s voice sounded in your mind. 

“C’mon, let’s go to my place,” Duke finally ended his slurry of obscene suggestions as his hands tried at grabbing your wrist, motioning to lead you out to the apartment he didn’t even own. You resisted, heartbeat racing as you tried to politely let him know you were fine here. His half lidded eyes became aggravated as he tried again to drag you out, this time with a tighter grip and a stronger force. You couldn’t stop his strength as he started to pull you away from the safety of a crowd and towards the dimly lit exit, fingers digging at his in a desperate attempt to free yourself from the grips of this man with a getaway car and a plan. 

You were able to escape his tight hold, and he spun around, irate. “I went through all this trouble to listen to you bitch and moan about stupid shit, and you won’t even sleep with me?” As you stood there, dismayed, he managed to spit out a disgusting, derogatory insult at you, looking down at you in the flashing lights of the club. Drunken bastard. 

You were appalled, and before the record could change, you brought your hand up and to the side of his face, hard. He was stunned by the slap, cheek red as he looked back at you in disbelief. Your fear turned into great offense and disgust at the sight of the man in front of you. In an attempt to regain his pride he took a step forward, enraged and embarrassed. As he got almost chest to chest with you, he reached for your neck. 

Before he could choke you out, there was a hand on his shoulder. Almost as quickly as he looked over his shoulder, there was a fist connected to his other cheek, and you could swear a tooth or two came flying out. 

It all happened so quickly that you could’ve blinked and gotten to where you were, talking to a police officer outside as Duke and Egon were seated on the curb, handcuffed. The officer nodded as you gave your statement, and let Egon, who was sitting calmly, off with a warning as he wasn’t intoxicated and acted in your defense, while Duke hurled expletives and beer from his spot against the road. The car sped off with him in the backseat, and you tiredly sat down next to the tall man, stretching his wrists out from the handcuffs.

“Hey.”

Egon’s face was illuminated by the fluorescent lights of a 24 hour grocery behind him in the entertainment filled street. His brown eyes were soft and slightly rounded, albeit worn. “Hi.” He looked at you expectantly with a trace of worry as you scanned him. He looked beautiful at night. “Are you okay?” He bashfully held both of your hands in his.

You nodded. He didn’t seem to believe you, examining any part of your body that was exposed. You pinch his ears again, pulling him down. “Thanks for spying on me,” you let him go, “But. Thank you for being there, really. I’m sorry I didn’t listen when you were warning me.” He looked guilty as he rubbed the tops of his ears.

“I should be apologizing. It’s not my place to police what you do. I’m sorry I acted childish.” You let out a small huff, leaning your head on his shoulder. He was a warm refuge in the cooling air of the night.

“But, you wouldn’t have had to if I just rejected him.” 

He hummed. “True,” he agreed without thinking. He realized what he said as you let out a short laugh. “Objectively, it is true. But you shouldn’t blame yourself for him being disgusting. This could’ve been avoided if I had just gained the courage to tell you.” You sighed, before freezing.

“Tell me?”

It was his turn to freeze, eyes on the ground as he sat still. You shook his shoulder a bit, trying to convince him to let you in.

“Tell me what? C’mon, no more secrecy from now on.” He pursed his lips, sitting like a deer in headlights. He swallowed, battling something in his head before he rose silently, stopping in front of the tiny grocery store. You watched on as he robotically made it past cut and wrapped bouquets, artificial and destined to wilt soon. He stopped in front of a little potted thing, tiny compared to the others on sale but precious and hardy in its own right as its blossoms were finished blooming.

Egon took a breath in, and you stood to be with him. “I promised you. That the love of your life will be there with a flower in hand.” He looked between you in the pot. “If you’ll have me?”

The sounds and colors of the club melted away, painting you both in light like oil portraits. How blind you were. He looked grecian, his nervous face bathed in blue.

 “Of course. Even if you had to act like a caveman for me to realize."

[carlsangel]

BACK OFF

carl grimes x fem!reader

(ron makes you uncomfortable, carl comes to your rescue.)

tags: i really don’t know o-o

masterlist here!

“Seriously I don’t get why we have to come to this, what’re we even gonna do here?” You complain, walking beside Rick and Carl on your way to Deanna’s house. Carl looks at you, unsure of what to say as he adjusts Judith in his arms. “Well, they’re tryna be nice…and welcoming I suppose. We’re gonna be polite and say thank you. We’re lucky to be here.” Rick responds.

All of this seriously confused you. I mean, a couple of days ago, you guys were all on the road and sleeping on the floor of a barn that smelt like horse shit. How were you meant to go from that, to going to a house party in a normal house, with normal people, in a normal community? It’s just simply not possible. Not in the world you live in.

You accept what Rick says and just leave it at that. You enter Deanna’s home to the intimidating sound of loud chatter. You were expecting people to harass you with tons of questions about your past and how you wound up here with the group. Things about your family you wished to forget.

Deanna walks over to greet you guys and she grabs Judith from Carl’s arms, freeing his hand to hold yours. He gives a gentle squeeze as Deanna makes pointless small talk that’ll later be forgotten. You notice that Maggie and Glenn are already there which makes you feel somewhat better. You’re pulled from your thoughts when Carl begins to walk further into the house, to the kitchen.

“C’mon I saw someone with lemonade.” He says with a smile. You smile too at how sweet he was, how excited he got over something as simple as lemonade. You follow him through the crowded home and stop at the island with pitchers of random beverages. He grabs you both a cup and pours the lemonade into them. You stare around the room, studying everything you see. Every exit, every person, everything.

“Here.” He hands you the glass and notices how intently you’re looking at everything. “Are you okay?” He asks, pushing the cup closer to you. You snap out of whatever trance you were in and grab the glass. “Yeah I’m fine.” You give him a small smile. He could tell you were spewing bullshit. He knew you well, I mean you’re best friends. You wished you were more than that; he did too.

“Look this place is real. I know it’s hard to accept…I barely have myself.” He explains. “But everything is finally gonna be okay.” You nod, taking in his advice when you hear someone arrive to the house. You and Carl walk into the hallway and look towards the end of it, noticing Jessie and her family had arrived. You’d met Ron earlier and he seemed relatively normal. Minus his odd remarks.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had a girl show up at the gates. We’re glad you’re here.” He told you. Who says that? You saw him as he entered and your nose sort of wrinkles. Rick walks over to the both of you and instructs Carl to find Judith and to pry her from whatever strangers arms she was in. You watch as he walks away and your heart immediately sinks. You walk back into the kitchen to hide and you stand by the island sort of just looking around.

“There you are.” You turn to be met by Ron. Great.

“Oh…hi?” You respond as he walks over to grab a glass. “Is that lemonade?” He asks pointing at your cup. Your eyebrows knit together in annoyance; it’s the only yellow beverage on the counter. “Yes.” You respond shortly. He notices how short you’re being but doesn’t really take it as a hint to leave you the fuck alone, but rather a sign to keep going. “Sooo you didn’t talk much back at my house. I was hopin to get to know you more.” He explains. You turn to look at him and drink from your cup, not exactly sure what he wants to hear from you.

“Well what about your family?” He scoots a little closer to you. “M-my family?” You mutter. “Yeah your family. I assume they’re no longer with us…I mean that’s how it is now, right?” He states, you begin to slowly inch away from him. How is this any of his business? You begin to feel increasingly uncomfortable. “I’m just saying, I know how you feel. Before all this, I lost an uncle of mine. So if you need to chat at all, I’m here.” He places his hand on the small of your back, causing you to pull away from him completely. He puts his hand up in the air defensively. Before you know it, his shoulder is pushed back a little, and Carl now has his attention.

“C’mon man just back off her a little okay?” He says relatively politely. Ron laughs a little and shrugs. “I was just tryna help.” Carl scoffs. “I think she’s fine without your help.” He replies. Ron looks between the both of you for a moment and sort of laughs to himself. “You’re together aren’t you?” A smug grin forms on his face. Like he knows anything. “No, but that has nothing to do with the fact that you’re clearly weirding her out.” You place your cup down on the counter, getting ready to head out as soon as possible.

“How am I making her uncomfortable? All I’m doing is trying to help her. That’s all.” Carl rolls his eyes. You could sense that this wouldn’t end well. “Help her? That involves touching?” He remarks. He pushes past him and grabs your hand, leading you out of the kitchen and the situation. He leads out outside to the empty porch. You shiver a little at the sudden breeze of cold air that passed through. Carl noticed of course, he notices everything about you. He takes his flannel off and hands it to you.

“What about you?” You ask, taking it from his hands. He shrugs. “You matter more.” He gives you a small smile. You put the flannel on and you both lean against the railings of the house silently. He’s the first to speak up. “Sorry I wish there for you earlier.” You can see him overthink. You shake your head in response, “No don’t apologize. He didn’t get very far thanks to you.” You giggle. He smiles at that and nods.

You look off into the distance for a moment silently, your hands gently resting on the rails. After a moment you can feel his hand over yours. You’re glad to have someone like him. Someone who actually cares.

You can tell you’ll be more than friends very soon.

a/n: erm this was ass and i’m sorry about it :/ yall idk how to write endings and i know that’s prevalent IM SORRY rhrjrbtjfbfngn anyway i actually like ron and really think he’s a misunderstood character butttt THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE :>

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Imagine Ellies hanging out with Dina and Jessie and they were whispering to each other and Ellie was like super confused until one of them says the woman at the bar is super hot and when Ellie turns to see who their looking at its Joel and reader. Ellie being shook af and turns to them like "I- That's my mom." And she ends up telling reader and Joel what happened when they went back home😂

It's illegal how much fun I had scribbling this🙃

It was one of the community evenings. Where everyone who wished could come for an evening of food, drinks, endless music, and dancing. It felt almost like a hive of bees. All buzzing together, all excited even if everyone worked amongst each other all the time as it was. But this was special. Seeing people like this after the outbreak was special. It felt so uplifting to witness so many smiles and to hear laughter.

Ellie had rushed out of the house before you and Joel. She was eager to see Dina well Jesse as well but Dina was the real reason Ellie even came for clothing advice to you. You were so happy for her. That teenager's excitement. The chance to mingle with people your age. You and Joel had talked about this many times. Late at night, in the comfort of your shared sheets. You both wanted nothing more than to give her at least a somewhat normal childhood. Ellie had her spark back and that was enough to ignite the fire that burnt within you two.

Ellie had been dancing with both of her friends for what felt like hours. She had slipped away with Dina for a bit. She wanted to kiss her but they only ended up holding hands. But that was enough to make Ellie go all red. Gosh, how much did she want to just run to you and tell you everything already? But she killed out the excitement for now trying to make her way back to her friends with three glasses of house lemonade in her hands.

She found Dina and Jesse almost pressed together as they whispered among themselves. A ping of jealousy ran down Ellie's back, she didn't like how close Jesse was to Dina. Even if there was nothing between them it still felt like she was already losing. Now even the fact that Dina had reassured Ellie that they were ex-lovers didn't make her feel any better.

"What are we gossiping about?", Ellie said sitting down the drinks, "Shhh...", Dina pulled Ellie by the hand, "Tell me that I am still alive", Jesse turned to the two of them pressing his fingers to the pulse point on his neck. Ellie rolled her eyes, still not understanding what all of this was about. "You two are unbelievable", "I wonder what you will say when you see her", Dina's words made Ellie even more confused. Was there another girl their age here that had caught her attention?

Ellie looked around the room but didn't see any super unfamiliar faces. "No, by the bar more to your left", Jessie guided his finger and Ellie followed the direction. Her brain turned off for a moment when she saw you laughing with your hand on your chest, a smug-looking Joel by your side. She was so going to bring that up to him, the male who never smiles my ass she thought. But you. No, they couldn't have been talking about you.

"I don't get it...", Ellie whispered, "El, the woman in the white shirt, long hair", so it was you. A weird tingle ran through her. "Shit, she's hot", Ellie snapped her head towards Jesse, "No, you will take that back", she said, feeling a weird sort of frustration building within her. "Well she is sexy bet she is good at...", Ellie stood up quickly, her palms came in contact with the boy's chest. Both Dina and Jesse looked confused as Ellie breathed heavily, "That's my mom, you sick-ass", the people around had turned to look but Ellie didn't quite send daggers.

You and Joel had noticed the whole thing as well. Joel rose first, telling you to stay behind as he approached the kids. "Is there a problem here?", he asked looking Jesse up and down as if he was planning all the ways to cause pain if he had by any chance hurt Ellie in a way. The boy only swallowed thickly. Of course, Jesse's words would mean nothing. So he didn't even try to explain. Ellie started at him still, Joel touched her shoulder and her head snapped to him. "No, but I want to go home", she mumbled turning around and walking towards you. Dina called out her name a couple of times but she didn't give the girl a second glance. Joel sent the two kids a warning look as he two turned around.

Ellie was walking ahead of you both. Huffing and puffing. You had asked Joel what had happened but he only shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, baby, what happened? Did someone upset you?", you called out just as Ellie was about to slip up the stairs. She stopped but said nothing. "El", Joel called out her name and she instantly turned to him. They were like one by now. The relationship they built was above this world. If anyone could get Ellie out of her head it was Joel.

"It's... They...", Ellie started as she walked back down and into the living room where you both stood. "I just didn't like what they said, well what Jesse said", Ellie admitted, lowering her head. "Did he insult you in any way?", you asked already frowning but Ellie shook your head. "He... said things about you", Ellie looked up to meet your confused eyes, "Me?", "He said you were hot and that you are probably good in bed but he didn't finish that part, that was what he was going to say and that is so not okay, you are my mom and...", she rammed on. You just sat there. Joel however was clenching his fists already. Glancing at the door, the thought of going back out there to teach that young duckling a lesson swirled in his brain.

But then your laugh filled the room and the two instantly looked at you. "Does that make me a milf?", you cackled, "This is not funny", Joel groaned, Ellie quickly nodded her head in agreement. "Oh come on you two. First of all, be proud your mom is hot. And second of all", you turned to Joel, "Are you serious about fighting a kid? I'm quite literally yours", talking his clenched fist you spread Joel's fingers apart so you could hold his hand.

"I just didn't like it", Ellie said, "I'm glad you stood up for me and that you defended your boundaries", you reached out for her and she instantly walked to sit by your side. It was silent for a moment until Joel smoke up, "Should have aimed for his teeth", "Joel...", you whined making Ellie let out a laugh. You shook your head, "What will I do with you two, huh?"

[munsonownsmyass]

Loving You Easy

Frank Castle x reader

Warnings: Oh, well... Plus size reader, insecurities, kissing. SMUT! oral (f receiving), fingering, bodyworhsip, praise, Frank saying 'Good girl' is a warning in itself, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl tho), creampie, cockwarming if you squint. And a little surprise.

Notes: So... Besides that little cameo in my Billy fic, I've never written for Frank. First full fic for him. Have I nailed his character? Probably not, but I still like what I made. Please be gentle.

And yes... This was super self-indulgent, I'm so sorry 🤣

This is part of the Thirsty for Cox april challenge, where we had to choose a song as inspo for our fic. My song was Loving You Easy by Zach Brown Band.

Words: 3.2 K

It’s the day most girls dream about their whole lives. The day they will go through countless of bad dates and the wrong men for, just to find the one guy that completes them. The one guy she can’t imagine living without.

This was that day. Dressed in white, looking more beautiful than ever. The wedding dress so beautiful it brings tears to your mother’s eyes. The hair and makeup flawless accompanied by a smile that would make even the darkest days brighter.

Unfortunately, this was not your day, but your sisters. While you were stuck somewhere between horrible dates and unfulfilling one-night stands, Jessie had found the love of her life. Matt was perfect. Lawyer, devilishly handsome and so kind and thoughtful.

And you were happy for them, you really were. But you could feel that little pang of jealousy, wishing you could have the same one day. And honestly, you didn’t even care about the big wedding and the whole ‘feeling like a princess’ thing. You just wanted someone to love and who would love you in return.

Sighing heavily, you adjust your dress one more time, looking into the mirror. Not even maid of honor, but that’s okay. Behind you the rest of the bridal party is giggling and having a great time worshipping the bride. Leaving silently, without them noticing, you walk outside to get some air.

“Need a drink?” A gruff voice asks, and you look up into a pair of brown eyes. The guy gives you a sideways smile, holding out his beer.

“What makes you think I’ll share a beer with a stranger?” You question, taking in his features. Dark brown hair, dark stubbles along his chiseled jaw and very kissable lips. Very handsome and definitely the type of guy you’d hit on at a bar. Of course, followed by a rejection, because a guy like that would certainly have someone.

“I’m following you down the aisle in 15 minutes, so we’re hardly strangers, princess.” He smiles, retracting the beer and take a sip, looking out over the beautifully decorated backyard of your parents’ country estate.

“I take it you’re Frank then?” You smile, stepping closer to him. Your eyes meet and he offers the beer once more and this time you take a sip of it.

“Yep. Frank Castle.” He extends his hand, and you shake it, giving him your name in return. For a while you just sit there, passing the bottle back and forth while making small talk, until your mother comes looking for you.

“Oh, Mushy, there you are.” She checks your makeup, visibly frustrated and takes the beer from your hands. “Would it kill you to act a little more ladylike, at least until after the reception?” Your mom walks back in, shouting for you to get ready. Frank gets on his feet, getting ready to go in with you.

“’Mushy?’ That’s not the most flattering nickname, I’ve heard.”

“Ah, well… I’m the chubby black sheep of the family.” You shrug, trying to seem unaffected even though you hate the nickname. Jessie had always been the pretty and skinny one, a real pageant queen kinda beauty, where you were not.

“Those are the best kind of people.” Frank winks at you with a soft smile, before you are both called inside.

The party is at full swing, and everyone is having a great time. Foggy have just given his best man speech, laughing with Matt and Karen, Jessie and the other girls are dancing, while you hide in the corner with a beer. In a glass of course, your mother almost giving you the evil eye when you tried drinking out of the bottle.

“Hiding from your mother?” Frank asks, stopping in front of you. You just nod, patting the chair beside you.

“Yeah, she can be scary.” You laugh as he sits down. Raising your bottle in a silent toast, you both take a drink of your beers. “I’m also hiding from my uncle. He always asks me to dance.”

“You don’t like to dance?” Frank asks with a soft smile.

“No one wants to see this-” you gesture towards your body, “twirl around the dancefloor.” You try to laugh it off, but by Frank’s expression you know he’s not buying it. He’s seeing right through you. He stands up, extending his hand to you.

“Come on, princess. Dance with me.”

“Frank, I…”

“One dance, that’s all I’m askin’.” He doesn’t remove his hand, just steps a little closer, insisting for you to take it.

You’re trying to come up with a polite way to turn him down, when it dawns on you. Here’s a gorgeous man willing to dance with you and you wanna say no? Are you crazy? Just when you take his hand, the band starts playing one of your favorite songs. Leading you out onto the floor, Frank takes a hold of you, swaying you softly to the music.

You make loving you easy

You make loving you all I wanna do

Every little smile, every little touch

Reminds me just how much it all makes

Loving you easy

As Frank swings you out and pull you back in, making you giggle, you notice how your sister is watching you. Hell, a lot of them are. This is why you don’t dance, unwanted attention. But still, you got to admit there’s one upside to it. Frank’s eyes looking into yours, his hand on your waist.

“Everyone is staring.” You whisper, looking to the side where your sister is whispering something to Matt, who only smiles.

“Probably ‘cause you look beautiful.” He muses, giving you another one of his cheeky smiles. Damn, is it even legal to be so handsome? You’re about to make a rebuttal, when Frank speaks. “And I mean it.”

Without warning, he dips you down towards the floor, making you squeal, probably drawing the attention of people around you. But you really don’t care, only focused on Frank.

Bursting through the door to your childhood bedroom, Franks lips never leave yours as his hands run down your body, caressing your soft curves. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re drunk.” You giggle softly, kissing him passionately. He pins you against the wall, grinding his hard length against your heated core. You reach out for him, idle fingers unbuttoning his shirt. In a frenzy of hungry kisses and touches, your dress and his suit is soon spread all over the floor as you fall onto the bed with Frank on top of you.

Frank kisses his way down your body, licking and nipping at your sensitive skin. When he reaches between your thighs, he places soft kisses before diving in like a man starved. You gasp at the first contact, the feeling of his tongue making you shiver. But he slows down, wanting to take his time with you.

Slowly, he adds a finger, then another, stretching you open. Expertly he licks up your folds and sucking on your clit, leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him. “You taste amazing, princess. Making such pretty noises for me.”

“Fuck… Frank…” His name is barely a whisper, but it’s enough. Frank devours you like a man possessed. He finds that sweet spot in you that makes you see stars. With his name on your lips, you come.

More. You want more. “Please, Frank. Please fuck me.” You beg him, body writhing under his touch, your need for him strong, overwhelming.

On his way up you body, he makes sure to kiss every inch of skin, caress every curve. “So fucking gorgeous.” He mutters under his breath, placing another soft kiss between your breasts before he once again claims your lips.

His cock is at your entrance, begging to enter. He pushes in slowly, making you gasp as his thick length stretch you open. His eyes find yours so he can see your face twist in pleasure as he pushes deeper. As he bottoms out, you both pant in unison, his forehead against yours.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. Shit…” He rolls his hips a few times, fucking you slowly. You whimper softly, wanting nothing more than for him to move faster, harder. You don’t even care who might hear you, lost in the feeling of him, wanting more.

Franks is so lost in you, not wanting this to end. He kisses you hungrily before he snaps his hips harder. As you close your eyes in pleasure, he looks at you. How your face twists in pleasure, how your body move under him with every thrust. You’re so fucking beautiful, and he wants nothing more than to stay like this for hours. Wanting nothing more than to hear you moan his name over and over.

All day you’ve been talking and all day he’s been thinking how your smile was the prettiest he’s seen in a long time and how he wish you could see the beauty in yourself that he could see. He’d only known you for a few hours, but he already knew he’d want more than just today. He’s been burying his feeling for such a long time, but you make him want to live again.

He can feel himself getting closer, so lost in how good you feel, how good you make him feel. He pulls your leg up, pushing deeper, hitting your sweet spot over and over. “I’m close. Please cum for me, baby.” He drives his cock deeper and harder, reveling in the way you moan. “Be a good girl for me and cum.”

His words wash over you, the praise pushing you over the edge. You scream out in pleasure, digging your nails into Franks shoulder. It’s only a few more thrusts before Frank comes, pushing in deep as he empties himself in you.

Frank puts his forehead to yours, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs. You kiss him deeply, holding him close. You can already feel yourself wanting to see Frank again, but you wont get your hopes up. A guy like that is probably swarmed by women, many prettier than you.

You look away, hating your intrusive thoughts. As if he can read your mind, Frank cups your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes as he kiss you passionately. “That was something else, sweetheart.”

“Something good, I hope.” You bite back with a grin, making Frank smile. That damned smile. Fuck, he is a gorgeous man.

“Very good.” He smirks, kissing you softly before pulling out gently. After he helps you clean up, he surprises you by staying. He had his own room, but he lays down beside you, pulling you into his nook. You talk for a bit, about nothing important really, but it’s still one of the best nights of your life.

-

When you open your eyes, the sun is so bright it almost hurts. Or maybe it was just your head. You really shouldn’t have drunk all those beers with Frank. Your memory flashes back to the two of you, sitting outside in your parents gazebo with a ton of beers between you, listening to each other’s stories.

You look to the side and your heart drops. The other side of the bed is empty, Frank nowhere to be found. Even his clothes are gone from the floor. So, yet another one-night stand then. You’re starting to get too predicable, and you hate it. With a heavy sigh, you start to get dressed, getting ready for breakfast. There’s a soft knock on your door and you reluctantly open.

To your surprise, you find Frank outside the door, dressed in new clothes and looking ravishing. “Wanted to pick you up for breakfast.”

“Oh, I thought…” You begin, but stop yourself.

“That was I was just gonna up and leave?” He shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe. “That ain’t my style, princess.”

You smile in surprise, walking out the door to follow him downstairs. Many of the guests have stayed over and the venue from last night had been turned into a breakfast buffet. Your parents had spared no expense for this wedding.

“Look, ‘bout last night, I-” Frank begins, but you stop him with a soft hand on his arm. Ever since your dance last night, you had feared this was too good to be true and when he kissed you after a few dances and too many beers, you knew it was probably only the alcohol talking. So it was better for you to stop him, than to be stung by his rejection.

“Frank, you don’t have to say anything. I’ve already heard it all. ‘It was fun, but let’s keep it to one night’, ‘You are cute, but I’m just not ready for a relationship’ or ’It’s not you, it’s me’. It’s okay, I get it.” You put on a fake smile, willing yourself to look into his eyes. “I’m not the kind of girl men wanna date.” You turn, just wanting to get away.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted a coffee when we get back to the city.”

You stop, not even sure you heard him right. Did he really, this gorgeous man, want to see you again? For a date? In broad daylight in the city? You look at him and the expression on your face makes him laugh. Suddenly, you’re speechless. “I don’t drink coffee.”

“Beer and pizza then? I know you like beers.” He closes the distance, smiling as he looks into your eyes. And you just nod, smiling wide, already looking forward to your date.

Two years later

Frank is standing in the kitchen making you breakfast. It had been two years since he met you. The best two years of his life. After Maria and the kids he never thought he could be happy again. Especially with the things he had done, with all the blood he had on his hand and all the lives on his consciousness.

But you had accepted him, accepted every flaw and loved him for the man he was, the man he had been. You never saw all the bad, only saw him. That morning after Matt’s wedding you had chosen him and still to this day, you woke up every morning and still chose him.

Your footsteps sound on the stairs, your sweet yawn filling the air. You had been tired lately, so he just let you sleep in today, wanting to surprise you on your anniversary.

You always complain about how awful you look in the mornings, never believing him when he calls you beautiful. But you are, inside and out, the most beautiful woman. Even with your hair in a messy bun, mouth ajar in a huge yawn as you sit down, his hoodie covering your beautiful curves, he would still say that nothing compares to you.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He says with a smile, pushing your tea over the counter towards you. With a grateful hum, you take a sip of the tea, eyes never leaving him as he continues making breakfast. Putting the utensils down, he fumbles with his phone as walks around the counter and extends his hand to you.

“What?” You ask, but then the music of a familiar song fills the air. Loving you easy, the first song you guys danced to. You don’t even argue, just take his hand and let him swirl you around the kitchen as the pancakes bake on the pan.

As he swings you around the kitchen, you sing along to the song that has become your song. You love mornings like this, thinking life can’t really get any better than this. Frank place soft kisses on your neck, finding that one ticklish spot you have, making you giggle.

But the smell of burned pancake pulls his attention back to the stove, cursing as he throws away the ruined pancakes. With your help, you quickly get the rest of the breakfast ready and fill your plates before sitting down at the table.

“So, what’s our plans today?” You question before taking a bite of your pancakes, moaning over how great they taste.

“Somethin’ that makes you sound like that.” He grins, sipping his coffee as he winks at you. Breaking of a piece of your pancake, you throw it at him.

“Alright, alright.” He huffs, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Dinner at that fancy Italian place, a movie and then back here. I want your wrapped around me all night.”

“That can be arranged.” You grin, biting your bottom lip. He gets up and stops by your side to kiss you, before he walks to a drawer and take out a small gift.

“Here, sweetheart.” He places the gift in front of you and carefully, you start to unwrap it. Inside is a small box. Opening it, you find a small blue dog collar with a shiny little dog tag.

“You said you wanted to expand our little family.” He says softly, pulling his chair closer and sitting down. “We’re going to pick him up tomorrow.”

You throw your arms around him, kissing him hard. You and Frank already had a dog, a beautiful Pitbull rescue named Red (Frank thought he was so clever with that one), but you both loved dogs and knew you wanted more.

“Actually… I was thinking the same thing, when I made your gift.” You say nervously, standing up to get your gift. Frank just laughs, taking the gift from your hands when you return to the table. He tears the paper off, stopping completely when he holds the stick in his hands.

You’ve been so nervous to tell him, so scared of how he would react. You knew losing his kids had been a pain worse than death, not sure if he ever wanted to have a child again.

When he still hasn’t said anything, his eyes still fixed on the positive test, you get anxious. “Frank, please say something.”

Tearing his eyes away from the test, his beautiful brown eyes find yours. You can see the tears threatening to spill. “I… I’m gonna be a dad?”

“Yeah, but… Only if you want to.” You whisper, looking down at your hands fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt. You feel Franks hands on your face, cupping your cheeks so softly. Bringing your gaze to his, you see the small smile on his face.

“I should have bought a ring instead of a collar.” He laughs, pulling you into a kiss. Wrapping his arms around you, he brings you closer until you sit on his lap. One hand moves from your back onto your belly. Nothing there to feel yet, still the notion makes you warm.

“I love you, Frank.” You kiss him again before snuggling closer to him.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He whispers into your ear, holding you tight. Things might not always be easy and things were going to change, but one thing that would always remain was your love.

You make loving you easy

you make loving you all I wanna do

Every little smile, every little touch

reminds me just how much it all makes

loving you easy

TFC girls: @e-dubbc11 @itwasthereaminuteago @realfernmayo @pedrito-friskito @mindidjarin @mattmurdocksscars @saintmurd0ck @idrinkcoffeeandobsess

Tagging: @lucy-sky @darlingshane @boliv-jenta

[silvermeww]

The other day I had to go out shopping with my family, and while I usually hated shopping for once, I have found some pretty funny Pokémon merch (or rather, bootlegs).

(Under a read more because it is very picture heavy)

I mean, nice try but I know that’s a Mimikyu lol /j

Wait… Lego Brock? What’s next to him? What is happening—

Literally the first thing I see after DP Brock is OG Gary. Nice.

JAMES??? Are you okay?? Please speak to me!! Also is that supposed to be a rose? I actually thought it was a sceptre right until I started posting this lol.

IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE DAISY?? SHE ISNT EVEN IN THE ANIME??? HELP???

Anyways, after this fun run I realised that there was the back of the box that shows all of the characters available and I’m just here to say that I wish I never saw it.

Ash: My brother called him bold and yeah, I’ve got to agree

Pikachu: Not his Pokédex number but I’ll let it slide.

Misty: #notmymisty (Why is her hair like that???)

Bulbasaur: Could’ve put this guy first. Also okay, this seems to be an OG thing here…

Brock: Still stuck in Hisui I see. It happens to the best of us.

Daisy(?): Had to get some girl rep I guess

Squirtle: #notmysquirtle Get the sunglasses if you’re going to be bootleg

Eevee: It’s crying out in pain, I can just hear it. How did they massacre your design that badly???

(Me: Okay, who is this rando??? …Wait, it couldn’t be…)

It’s Leon. Yeah. He lost his cap and ended up in this strange dimension with the rest of everyone. Also his hair may be cut down to shoulder length, I can’t tell.

Professor Oak: Yeah his hair went disco, he’s still in the 1970s having the time of his life or something. My sister thought he was a girl lol.

Charmander and Pichu aren’t bad ig, but the latter is a bit unexpected at this point.

James and Gary are There. Gary at least got the canon family so I can’t be too mad. James, however, is stuck with the last two of the pack imo, Gengar and Snorlax (Gen 1 who get GMax and a Mega/Z Crystal respectively… also just very well known mons) and now I’m scared if it’s an allegory for Meowth as a big cat and Jessie being dead or something. Or maybe I’m just reaching.

ALSO. Each part they have works into making a Dialga and Palkia, so there’s that. Maybe that’s the reason why they are all badly made and have been summoned to the White Space. Someone make a fanfic about it.

Further on my quest to find a small gift token for some people in a class I teach, I came upon this curious thing.

Me: Oh boy, I can’t wait to see what stickers they would make out of the XY series! Hopefully there would be some good ones out here.

(My sister: That keyhole is for the Master Class)

The stickers:

Wow, I totally remember May being there! Also I’m pretty sure it was DP that had the 10th anniversary but idk (Advanceshipping real?). Anyways I love how there is so much AG and then we get Togepi and Piplup coming in. And OG Ash. And Cyndaquil. And Phione. And my personal favourite Pokémon Rumble Charmander.

But

But perhaps the next page will give me what I want, right?

Wrong! Deoxys movie sticker be upon you!!! No, seriously, how did they get that as a sticker? I love the rep though, just wished we had all of the other characters too ngl to complete the pic. My brother loved the second Ash on the bottom pic, said it looked very smug, and honestly imagine using that sticker. For what occasion would it be most useful?? Also miscoloured OG Ash on the third row from the bottom my beloved, more 3D pics, Skitty in a Contest stage, DP Ash?? And Birch merchandise (we need that around here). Now there is one more sticker page left (it repeats the same pages afterwards), and I honestly gave up hope. And I was right to, but still, look at this lol:

The only Lucario you will ever get. That Croagunk one with Chimchar at the back. That one Ranger from that one Ranger’s special (I think the Deoxys one???). And of course, we can’t forget Shedinja.

So yeah, it was definitely a pretty eventful shopping day. I couldn’t get a picture of it, but there was this holographic picture in a frame that had Pikachu changing into different Kanto Starters, and another frame from another shop that flashed with Ash and the gang from multiple series (got jumpscared by XY help). Idk but that existed lol.

[fandomwe1rd0]

Rewrote a short fic I did a while ago where Rick comforted Morty after he got rejected by Jessica, here it is

Morty walked over to Jessica and nervously rubbed his arm, Jessica didn't seem to notice him, talking to her friends. "C'mon Morty talk to her…" he told himself quietly, his voice barely a whisper. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He felt phlegm develop in his throat. He gulped to try and get rid of it, but ended gulping so loud that Jessica heard him. She turned around, saw Morty and smiled. "Oh, hey Morty, what's up?" Morty took a second to admire her, they way her orange hair shined in the light, her green eyes sparkling like the prettiest damn emeralds Morty has ever seen and he's seen emeralds from countless galaxies thanks to Rick, and she was wearing the cutest shirt and skirt combo…aw jeez…focus Morty! He saw Jessica tilt her head, man she was cute. "Morty?" Wait! Right! "S-sorry Jessica…go-got a little..uhm….." Morty trailed off. "Lost in thought?" Jessica asked, attempting to finish Morty's sentence. Morty snapped "Yes! That! Y-you're smart Jessica…" Jessica blinked "Cool….uhm I should get going, class is starting soon." Morty grabbed Jessica's hand without thinking. "Jessica! Wait!" Jessica stopped walking and looked at their hands intertwined. Morty realized what he did, his cheeks flush red when he quickly retracted his hand so Jessica wouldn't feel how sweaty he was "Aw jeez..s-sorry…" "It's cool…" "I was just uhm…" Morty took a deep breath and imagined asking his friend (Although his only real friend was Rick) to a casual hangout "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the movies today…" Jessica blinked "Oh wow…Morty I'm flattered..and…uhm you're a really nice guy but.." No…don't finish the sentence…Morty desperately thought to himself "I-I get it…" Morty squeaked out, holding back tears "Oh…so you're not upset?" "Nope." Morty lied, looking down so Jessica wouldnt see the tears starting to form. Jessica smiled "You're being mature about this! See you soon?" Morty nodded, not being about to form words since he was biting his lip so hard that he could taste blood so he doesn't cry. Jessica shot him one more smile before walking to class.

…

Yeah as soon as he got home he cried in his pillow. He developed a talent on finding the perfect spot on the pillow he puts his head on to perfectly muffle his cries, it was a concerning talent, but a talent nonetheless.

Morty heard the door slam against the wall. Ugh, that was the telltale sign that Rick was in his room, he swears he didn't know how that door wasn't broken by now. It had to be made out of steel or something. He heard Rick's gruff voice that Morty has come to find comfort in "Morty!" Morty kept his head in the pillow. He didn't want Rick to see how pathetic his grandson was. How could he be so weak? He was Rick's grandson.

Rick

Fucking

Sanchez's

Grandson.

Rick was an intergalactic criminal, a legend, he had Morty kill people before, and Morty couldn't handle a nice girl letting him down gently? I mean of course she wouldn't want Morty. He was the one weird kid who everyone assumed was autistic (Although Morty has learned how to take it as a compliment) who had no friends besides his grandpa who drags him out of school everyday. He was known as a "creepy little grandpa's boy" all because of Rick. He wishes he could hate Rick for that. But he didn't. He wishes he knew why. He heard Rick's rough footsteps "Morty? You awake?" Morty played possum and Rick shook him, and turned him around. He saw Morty's wet eyes when Morty near instinctively attempted to hide his face. Rick's eyes darkened "Who did this to you?" Morty sniffled "N-nobody- Ah!" Morty yelped as he felt Rick's grip on his wrists tighten, bordering on painful. Rick loosened his grip a bit (Wow, what a kindness) and asked again, anunciating each word "Who. The. Fuck. Did. This. To. You." Morty wiggled put of Rick's grip and rubbed his wrists "Jessica rejected me, ok?" Ugh, of course, Jessica, that one basic redhead that Morty was obsessed with. He's been fawning over her for who knows how long. "You're crying because a bas-burp-ic bitch rejected you? Fucking pussy." Morty looked down as he gulped. "Y-You're such a dick…" Rick sighed, Morty couldn't go on adventures in this condition. He also didn't like seeing Morty being reduced to this pathetic shivering mess (Not like that was something he'd ever admit out loud) He rubbed Morty's back "Stop being a fucking pussy, don't cry over that bitch, she's a b-burp-ag of dicks, girl wouldn't know taste if it smacked her in her fucking caked up face." Morty wiped his tears "N-no…she…" Rick rolled his eyes "If she wants some random fucking foot-burp-ball boy with zero substance that's her loss. Never understood why you like that girl to be honest, she's nice but bitch has z-burp-ero personality, she's so fucking boring." Morty sniffled "But-" Rick interrupted him "No. You're out of her league to be hon-burp-est" Morty blinked "But…shes so pretty..a-and smart…" Rick laughed, it was a strange sound yet weirdly pleasant, well, it was pleasant to Morty at least. "Pretty? Smart? Gimme a break. You're attracted to anything aren't you? Girl looks like an basic redhead and bitch is even dumber than you, and that's saying a lot. I'm only being scientific so dont think I actually care about your dumb-burp-ass, bur you're loyal, empathetic and kind. Dumbass bitch doesn't know a cat-burp-ch when she sees one, even when one fucking asked her out." Morty let out a little giggle "Thanks Rick..but please don't t-talk about Jessica like that…s-she was nice about rejecting me" Rick rolled his eyes "This wasn't about you, you little dumbass. I always hated that bitch and now I got a chance to talk sh-burp-it about her. And I'll talk however the fuck I want. Now c'mon, let's go on an adventure dip-burp-shit. Then you'll forget all about the stupid bitch that rejected you."

[phantom-of-the-501st]

for the send me a character ask (im gonna give u multiple names lolol)

Jesse

Echo

Rex

Okay so I'm going to try and do all of these simultaneously which is probably a bad idea but we'll see what happens :D

Jesse, Echo, and Rex

Favourite thing about them

This one is probably a universal thing across all of them so I'm going to lump them together for this. I absolutely love their drive to do what's right and to protect their brothers. They want to help people in whatever way they can and I think that is incredibly admirable. Also gonna throw in a bonus for Echo's bond with Omega. It's adorable.

Least favourite thing about them

Errrrrrrrrrr... Fuck. That's difficult. I'd say for Jesse that I don't know how well I'd get on with him in real life. I'm sure we could be friends, but in a "we're on different wavelengths" kinda way, does that make sense? I'm reaching here tbf.

For Echo, probably his complete inability to control his facial expressions in some situations. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Echo's facial expressions, but sometimes I think he could dial it back just a little bit. 🤏 Mainly thinking about that bit with the Wookiees in TBB where he looks at the soup like it's gonna kill him. They're trying to be hospitable!

Do I have something I don't like about Rex? Idk. I'd say sometimes I'm a little bit like "why are you doing this?" because I think it's a bad decision (e.g. following Krell's orders) but normally I can understand what his reasoning is, even if I don't love his choices.

Favourite line

Jesse: "Where there's a farm, there's usually a farmer"

Echo: "It's not about that. It's about fighting for our brothers."

Rex: "Gives us clones mixed feelings about the war. Many people wish it never happened. But without it, we clones wouldn't exist."

brOTP

Jesse and Kix, Echo and Fives, Rex and Cody

OTP

None for any of them

NOTP

Once again, none for any of them, but I guess them with any other clone

Random headcanon

Jesse was so shocked about making ARC trooper that he got a little more emotional over it than he thought he would and cried.

Part of the reason why Echo was constantly reading the reg manuals is because they had to be updated every time the Domino Twins caused chaos by exploiting loopholes in them.

Rex is a really annoying patient when he's in the medbay. He spends most of the time insisting he's fine and trying to discharge himself even though Kix has told him on numerous occasions that it's a bad idea.

Unpopular opinion

This question is always so hard. I'm not sure about Jesse and Rex, I may swing back to that at a later time, but I'd say I have a couple for Echo. 1) He still would have joined the Bad Batch is Fives was alive. 2) His ending should have been in the Bad Batch regardless of what it was. I'm sure they'll back to it at a later date, but imo it should have been in that show.

Song I associate with them

Jesse: Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield

Echo: Back From the Dead by Skillet

Rex: We Don't Run by Bon Jovi

Favourite pic of them

*looks at album full of clone pics and sweats nervously* Here are some of my faves.

Jesse in the back of this shot:

Echo:

Rex:

[revisitingstoneybrook]

#44 Dawn and the Big Sleepover: Chapter 7

The BSC are SO amazing, they can blow off school to speak to their adoring fans! And Mallory gets humiliated but what else is new.

Dawn's sitting in homeroom, while her teacher Mr. Blake (one of the 1,289 members of the Stoneybrook Middle School staff) takes attendance. She won't be there for long, because she has to go to SES and introduce her relief drive at an assembly! Because, you know, Ms. Besser or any of the other teachers can't do it. The whole freakin town is under the BSC's spell, because Ms. Besser got the SES principal to arrange the assembly and the BSC gets to blow off class for a bit so they can be there. And their teachers aren't making a stink about it! Wow, Kristy's mind control powers are really paying off.

And Dawn's nervous about speaking to a bunch of kids, the majority of which she knows well and babysits for. The ones who don't use the BSC, well Kristy will take care of that. Soon, all of Stoneybrook will be under her control! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh wait, yeah. Dawn's nervous about speaking in front of a group of kids. But I thought she was oh-so sure of herself because she's such a headstrong individual! I think Peter Lerangis got her personality mixed up with Mary Anne's.

Dawn's so lost in her thoughts, she doesn't realize Mr. Blake called her name, so Mary Anne nudges her and Ray Stuckey (Dawn says he's the class clown...what, was Alan Gray absent?) says, "Earth to Dawn! Earth to Dawn!" A real John Mulaney, that one. Mr. Blake goes back to taking the attendance until the principal, Mr. Taylor, interrupts with an announcement over the loudspeaker. He says that the Seven Chosen Ones will be dismissed at five minutes to ten. Ray Stuckey asks Dawn if he joins the BSC will he get to miss school too and then fades into BSC Obscurity, joining the Trip-Man and Sabrina Bouvier the Younger.

The time arrives, and the girls leave class to go, Mr. Blake wishing Dawn luck. And of course, that makes her task feel more important, making her more nervous and simultaneously inflating her ego to Kristy-size proportions. The school's secretary, Mrs. Downey, is volunteering to drive them to SES, so they climb into her station wagon. Mallory and Jessi end up in the back (not the backseat, the back), which is also metaphorical of how the BSC treats the junior officers in general. Sticking them in the trunk.

Also, going by the map of Stoneybrook in the Complete Guide, I'm pretty sure the elementary school and middle school are across the street from each other. If so, that's a pretty short car ride!

They get to SES, and Ms. Besser greets them, adding that Dawn looks like Jeff. They go inside, and Ms. Besser says she's sooo glad the BSC swooped in and came up with this wonderful, benevolent project. The BSC saves the day again! I still find it kind of weird that the school hadn't come up with a fundraiser, and they find the BSC to be geniuses for thinking it up instead. Dawn remarks that the elementary school cafeteria smells like boiled broccoli. Mine always smelled like paper towels and processed cheese pizza (Stacey wouldn't have been able to eat it).

The girls meet Ms. Reynolds, the SES principal, and Dawn describes her: She had red hair and a strong, kind face. I liked her right away. Geez, they always like the people they meet right away! If this was Mallory narrating, you know she would have thrown in that she wanted to be just like Ms. Reynolds when she grows up!

Ms. Reynolds tells Dawn this is a very smart idea - because why should the teachers organize a food/clothing drive, when the BSC can do all the work for them? Dawn is still crazy nervous and Mary Anne squeezes her hand for good luck.

The BSC walks onstage with the two teachers and sit down in some chairs arranged in a semicircle. Ms. Reynolds tells the kids that the girls are familiar to some of you. More like most of them; the BSC are like surrogate parents to the kids, considering how much the Stoneybrook parents dump them off on a babysitter! Dawn is brought up to the microphone to talk and while she mentally angsts about how crappy her voice sounds amplified, Haley Braddock happily calls out "Hi Dawn!" Kiss ass.

Dawn goes through the group to introduce them all, which is kind of pointless, considering the BSC spends all their free time with these kids, babysitting them and organizing carnivals/plays/festivals/pet shows/interpretive dance recitals/taffy pulls for them. Needless to say, the kids' response to each BSC member getting introduced is like Oprah showed up and announced she was doing her Favorite Things episode.

Dawn delves into explaining her project and midway through, she hears a kid yawn loudly in the audience and sees kids laughing as the perpetrator is pulled out of the auditorium by his teacher. Someone bored by a BSC project? BLASPHEMY!

She decides to wing it and look up from her notes, and that ends up working, because she's more convincing and passionate. By this point, she sees kids in the audience following her and nodding in agreement, so her confidence has been restored and she's happy they're interested. Well, it's that, or Kristy turned the mind control device on.

She gets to the part about there being a reward at the end, and the kids go nuts when they hear about the sleepover. Dawn asks if there's any questions, and Little Miss Butt Kisser Haley shoots her hand up right away and gushes about what a wonderful idea it is! Yes, keep feeding the egos. She also asks if they can tell their penpals about the project. Don't even think about it! It's going to be a surprise! Say one word, and the entire school gets a Look from Kristy. You got that?

A few more kids ask questions, including a girl named Valerie Namm, who Dawn describes as a friend of Charlotte's. A friend of Charlotte's who we've never heard from before and will probably never hear from again. That's what I call an incredibly peripheral character!

Then a kid named Rob Hines asks if he can blow off the "helping-people" crap and just go to the party, and his friends laugh. Wow, a kid acting like a kid! Dawn tells him no work, no play. And why mention this kid NOW? I think some foreshadowing just came into effect...

Finally, Jordan raises his hand and says "Hey, Mal, what's that thing crawling up the wall behind you?" Mallory spins around in horror, Jordan and his friends crack up, and Mallory gets humiliated in front of a large group of elementary school children. Just another day in Stoneybrook for Mallory!

With that, Ms. Besser steps in and says she'll answer any remaining questions (yeah, I'm shocked too). The BSC leaves the stage to more thunderous applause and cheering, and this boring chapter comes to a close.

[allyriadayne]

do you have any thoughts or headcanons about lyonel's daughters?

yah of course lol

their names are lucinda and alysanne strong. @elcctra and i came up with their names. lucinda for lucinda broome, lady tully during the first years of jaehaerys' reign. lyonel might have wanted to honor his overlords as a sign of peace after harrenhal changed hands to the strongs, from a minor vassal house to one of the most powerful. alysanne well obviously for the queen. more or less the same thought, because it's my headcanon lyonel is low key a social climber and would want to honor the targs that gave the family his seat.

under the cut babyyy

they are very close in age, i would say something like 18 months or around. from the same mother, lyonel's last wife. while they weren't a disappointment, everyone expected more sons that could go over larys' claim but alas. in general the girls are very happy and healthy and inseparable. many think they are twins but not really. i think of them as being older than rhaenyra by two or three years max but to her they feel younger because they are very carefree and girly and giggly. like every annoying teenage girl who laughs at you on the streets. rhaenyra has Responsibilities and she always liked alicent better of course so the girls are only there to entertain the princess and so on. not for serious stuff.

to me they are the opposite of the harwin - larys - alys trio. while they are looking at the horror and experiencing complex dynamics, the girls are making friends with every ghost in harrenhal. the are also very friendly so nobody cares if the cook finds them talking to a third person in a dark cellar <3 this also happened because there is a big age difference between the siblings. not very close. harwin and larys disliked their stepmother, larys hated the girls on principles because he knew they were meant to be his replacement, and alyn doesn't hate them but has complicated feeling about them just like with any strong child she takes care of in the nursery. lyonel also named one of them alysanne to add insult to the injury lol

they loved their dad because lyonel only asked of them the bare minimum and rhaenyra's household is pretty cool and the princess is nice to them. they do wish they were more prominent in there but they don't mesh well in general. they are normal girls in harrenhal but in real society are a justtt a bit off putting. what else???? hm they cried when lyonel and harwin died of course. they went to the funeral with larys' (/larys/ they can't believeeee) leave and they acted as his representatives. they love harwin's children to bits but are gutted none of them know they are family.

very codependent but not in the weird way lol just in the way they don't have a distinct personality from the other. they probably had a double wedding or something and dragged their husbands to dragonstone. felt very betrayed when larys stayed in the capital bc they never understood why he would hate harwin/harwin's children. they feel like it's their duty to continue their house esp after aemond killed the other strongs. larys sends them perfunctory letters here and there like "come here this instant" or something but it obviously doesn't work. he doesn't care about them personally but he's a control freak and can't let them go. they don't care about him /either/ so goodbye.

for one of the girls i have claudia jessie in vanity fair. with darker hair (not in bridgerton...not with those stupid bangs) but for the other i'm still blank. i just liked claudia because i thought she looked A LOT like matthew needham and that was fun. i want the other to have brown eyes because all of lyonel's children have blue yes (fight back lyonel!!) but i haven found a fc yet.

[glasyasbutch]

playlist: the sloppy seconds au

its MY spotify profile and i'll make a serious playlist for a porn au of my d&d campaign if i WANT TO

link to playlist on spotify

explanations below the cut

ok before we get too into it. you're probably wondering. hey girl. why's it called the "sloppy seconds au". well.

ok anyways here's the playlist

1. In the Middle by Dodie

You said you're into closure, shake hands like you're supposed to / I'll be in the middle while you two get along / You've got so much in common, talk about your taste in women / I'll be in the middle while you two get along

To quote bekah, "enter kez, looking to be the filling in a big paladin sandwich"

This one's ALSO on the Daykez good ending playlist, mostly to represent the fact that this is an AU but only so barely. I described it as like that episode of Star Trek where there's two Voyagers existing at the exact same point in spacetime and they have to blow up one of the Voyagers in order for the other to survive. That's what was happening with sloppy seconds vs. the canon daybreak confession and sloppy seconds just happened to be the one that got blown up.

2. You're Sexy, I'm Sexy by Eric Nam

It could be simple as, it could be simple as / Loving on each other with no strings / It could be simple as, it could be simple as / We got more in common than you think / You're sexy, I'm sexy, You want me, I want you too / We all need somebody and mine is right here for you

wheeeeeee kez likes to have fun

3. Fuck Up the Friendship by Leah Kate

Let's fuck up the friendship, come, get in my head / Baby, cut the tension, I'm hung by a thread / Maybe it's something, but let's not pretend / Or maybe it's nothing and this is the end

daybreak, abnormal: yeah man let's both have sex with this person who thought we were dating and wanted in on that. we can be so normal with each other about it

4. Girls / Girls / Boys by Panic! at the Disco

I don't wanna hear you've got a boyfriend / Sometimes, you're better off alone / But if you change your mind, you know where I am / Yeah, if you change your mind, you know where to find me / 'Cause I don't ever wanna be your boyfriend / And never did I think that I would be caught in the way you got me / Push another girl aside and just give in

You will never get away from the sound of the woman band who loves you got you through middle school

Anyways enjoy this song about Brendon Urie's first threesome that's the only reason I put it on here

5. Somebody Told Me by The Killers

Well, somebody told me you had a boyfriend / Who looked like a girlfriend that I had in February of last year / It's not confidential, I've got potential

there's a lot of gender happening in all three of them

6. Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield

You know I feel so dirty when they start talking cute / I wanna tell her that I love her but that point is probably moot / 'Cause she's watching him with those eyes / She's loving him with that body, I just know it / And he's holding her in his arms late at night / I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Yes, okay, it's another memed up song. Except it's real. It's real. You just have to listen to it and imagine with me. Sometimes things that are bits can actually be SO. That's what happened with ... this entire au to be completely honest.

7. Post-Break Up Sex by The Vaccines

To think I'd hoped you'd be okay, no, I can't think of what to say / Maybe I misunderstood, but I can't believe you're feeling good from / Post break-up sex that helps you forget your ex / What did you expect from post break-up sex?

To be SO clear. Just in case you somehow got to this playlist without the context of any of the other ones. Day and Break were basically married for several hundred years and then got divorced and in this version of the story, the kez situationship happened to pop up after they had caught feelings for a second time, but before they had told each other they had feelings and were both still convinced it was one-sided.

8. Jolene by Dolly Parton

Your beauty is beyond compare / With flaming locks of auburn hair / With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green / Your smile is like a breath of spring / Your voice is soft like summer rain / And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

I'm a FIRM believer in Jolene being a gay girl anthem. She wanted to fuck Jolene so bad it made her look stupid. Anyways Day and Break are each other's Jolenes.

9. Girl Crush by Little Big Town

I don't get no sleep, I don't get no peace / Thinkin' about her under your bed sheets / The way that she's whisperin', the way that she's pullin' you in / Lord knows I've tried, I can't get her off my mind / I wanna taste her lips, yeah, 'cause they taste like you

Oh you wanted the porn au to be horny? You wanted it to be horny? FUCK YOU. pining and feelings.

In this au Day and Break did end up falling fully for Kez and becoming a proper poly relationship like they did in canon, it just happened in a slightly different order. This is the first, really shoved down, inklings of feelings for kez happening Real

10. Becky's So Hot by Fletcher

And I don't really blame you 'cause / Damn, the waist, the hips, the face, this is awkward / Are you in love like we were? / If I were you, I'd probably keep her / Makes me wanna hit her when I see her / 'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt / Ooh, she's the one I should hate / But I wanna know how she tastes

insane horny dyke shit

11. Unholy by Hey Violet

I'm having thoughts all the time, you and I, and they won't go away / But I kinda like what it's like in my mind and I don't wanna be saved / Every night I'm undressing with him and I'm thinking of you / Yeah, I know it's the wrong thing to do, but I kinda want to / Say your name while our tongues are tied, getting shivers all down my spine / We're in bed, we're embedded in my mind

insane horny dyke shit

12. Better Kind of Best Friend by Xana

Can't stay away from each other, don't have the power, you know I'm a sucker / Watch as I swallow my pride along with you tonight / She tastes like heaven and she knows it, loves me and she shows it / Grinnin' up at her like damn, I could be a better kind of best friend / With my hand down her waistband, baby, I'm a fan / I don't die for my women anymore

insane horny dyke shit

also "I don't die for my women anymore, I kill for them" is something that can be SO paladin romance

13. she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA

Says she likes when I play king, little play thing / Yeah my girl likes the way I wear my crown / You should see their face when they finally realize / That she plays with the boys, but she comes home to me / Want to change her mind but I think it unwise / 'Cause she might be your girl but she’s calling me daddy

insane horny dyke shit

Also, it's a canon fact about Day that she likes being bossed around during sex. ESPECIALLY when its him (6'6ish, insane CON, literal slab of brick) being put in his place by kez (5'0 flat, 8 CON, 98 pounds soaking wet). I said somewhere the hottest thing you could say to Day is "you couldn't do a thing to stop me"

14. 20 Questions by Zolita

Was she sweet? Did you cry? Was it everything you wanted? / Was she drunk? Were you high? Did you fuck her in the closet? / Did she say, "I love you" like the way I used to? / Was it quick? Was it long? Did you do it how I like it? / With the lights kinda on, was she loud or was she quiet? / Did she say, "I love you" like the way I used to? / I got twenty questions for you

THEEEEEEEEEEE song of the entire playlist. The one that started it all. It's not actually about confronting about your cheating partner, it's about getting in bed with the person who was just in your ex's bed 10 minutes ago and the entire time it's just “you wanna know what we did?” it’s “you wanna know what they felt like? it's "tell me what she said to you, tell me what she did to you, tell me what she said about Me and let me take it out on you" it's “she told me to give you this”

15. I Get Off by Halestorm

There's so much left unspoken between the two of us / It's so much more exciting to look when you can't touch / You could say I'm different and maybe I'm a freak / But I know how to twist you to bring you to your knees / I get off on you getting off on me

At first, it was just them getting off on hearing kez say what the other one did or just straight up hearing it. tents not particularly soundproof. But eventually, that wasn't enough.

Day was always the more impatient one, so, she uh. She just walked into Break's tent in the middle of it and took off her clothes, sat down with his bare thigh less than an inch away from Break's, refused to acknowledge Break, and instead grabbed Kez by the jaw and said "I'm here whenever you're ready, darling."

And then THAT stopped being enough and they started fully having sex with kez at the same time but refused to touch each other or talk to each other or say each other's names. Kez had to pass all the messages back and forth (RIP her ability to kiss or give head ever).

Very normalstyle.

16. she knows it by Maggie Lindemann

Yeah, it's like ecstasy when you're next to me / Think that you should leave him and stay with me / I like a girl that's got a boyfriend / Can't seem to get her out of my head / And she knows it should be me in her bed / Yeah, she knows it, she knows it, she knows it

back on my kez pining bullshit. Is kez the boyfriend? or is kez the girl they like. teehee.

17. I Go Crazy by Orla Garland

Three words, two hearts, one maybe / Say something before I go crazy now / And my tears, your tears, don't phase me / Say something before I go crazy now

there came a point in the sloppy seconds au where day and break were so clearly pining for each other and fucking kez so insane style about it that they went. look. whatever's happening here has been great and fun but you NEED to figure your shit out. and gave them a date and time for the next threesome and then no-showed and hoped (correctly) that the horniness would be too much and day and break would just fuck each other instead.

18. Her Too by girli

So you came along when I needed more time / And I'm glad you did, but that doesn't delete her, so / I'm crying at weird times, and I can't keep carrying three hearts inside / If the old love said she wants me back, but the new crush has me in her hand / I don't know who I'd run to 'cause I'm loving both the views

as a known girli girly, i had to put Something of hers on here. and "more than a friend" is insane horny dyke shit but we already had xana better kind of best friend. so instead take one of the only two good songs on her new album

20. Would You Mind by Friday Pilots Club

While she's wasting away she'll say there's no meaning / To his touch, his love, but she still needs to blame it on me / Did you need someone else to help you forget the reason / That you fell for me at all in this hell of a season / If I spend the night in the gaze of strange eyes / Would you mind, dear, oh would you mind?

Courtesy of bekah/the rallie playlist: I can barely even listen to this song it makes me so uniquely unwell.

It's just. It's SO! All of it, all of it, was about pushing the other's buttons, to make them realize how bad they still wanted you. Would you mind if I did that with someone else? Would you mind if I touched them the way I used to with you? Would you mind if I talked to them the way I used to with you? Would you mind if they looked at me the way you used to? Oh, I know you'd mind.

20. It's Only Sex by Car Seat Headrest

Okay, so I’ve been reading all the sex blogs, and they all talk about how okay it is to be gay and straight and bisexual and asexual and have sex however you like. But I don’t care about hundreds of hypothetical people and their hypothetical sex deals. I care about me, and my sex deal! What about my problems?

don't worry about everything else i wrote on every other explanation the sloppy seconds au is so normal and regular and cool and normal. Of course it doesn't mean anything serious. Haha.

Would you mind? No, It's Only Sex.

You have now reached the end of the true playlist. However ....

BONUS TRACK: Pink Panther by Scene Queen

Please don't call, I need another hour / Three more girls are piling in the shower / Don't call, you know I can't answer / Getting pussy like Pink Panther

I couldn't find a spot in the main section that including this didn't feel like like i was doing a bit. but kez pov

BONUS TRACK: Do Not Disturb by Halestorm

I think we should make out, in a few hours I'm getting on a plane / There's a pretty safe bet you'll never see me again, yeah / I love your accent, I wonder what it'll sound like when you cum / Let's see if Blondes or Brunettes are more fun / I'm on the very top floor room 1334 / There's a king size bed, but we can do it on the floor / Turn your cellphone off, leave a sign on the door that says "Do not disturb" / And if I were you I'd bring your girlfriend, too / Two is better than one, three is better than two

If I wasn't already attached to In the Middle a normal amount, this would've been the playlist opener. Really captures the energy of, not quite 48 hours after meeting for the first time, Kez asking Daybreak if they want a third.

BONUS TRACK: Sick Bitch - River Moon Remix by LSDXOXO, River Moon

I'M A SICK BITCH AND I LIKE FREAK SEX IF YOU WANNA TEST THE LIMITS OF MY GAG REFLEX IF YOU WANNA PUT IN WORK YOU GOTTA GO BERSERK YOU GOTTA MAKE IT HURT IF YOU WANNA MAKE IT SQUIRT, UNH

morgan loves this song - she practically begged me to put it on the playlist, so, you know, i let her twist my arm

[paigenoelchas-blog]

Feels Like Home

34: Bonding

Jake's POV:

Philip walks in, patting me on the back in a good-natured way. It is odd seeing him this way. He and I are involved in an activity without the girls and I am actually excited about it. He strides into the room with a confident swagger. "I wondered why you lived so far out here in the woods, but this cabin is great. It will be the perfect place to take all of your cash from you." Phil taunts me and then nods with a crooked smile. He surveys the cabin further and then walks to the refrigerator, opens it, and grabs both of us a beer. I am unexpectedly satisfied that he makes himself feel at home here.

He shares Betty's attitude of owning whatever room he is in and it puts me at ease. They have been good for each other and as much as I wish to hold on to my antagonism toward him, I am having a difficult time finding reasons to do so. I am finding it hard to pretend that we don't have a bit of a real friendship going. Tonight, I am thankful for Phillip and his presence here. I will never admit that he can be a comfort to me, standing in proxy for Betty.

I let out a sigh, releasing some of the tension I have been holding onto. Asking the boys over for poker may seem like a little thing, but I have never entertained anyone before. I am still new to being around others in public, though I have been doing more of that with Mari's help. My nerves are still on edge because Thomas is coming tonight. This is a big step and I need to take it.

Daniel follows quickly behind, offering his signature whiskey. "Thought that you boys might like this. I can't have it, but there is no reason that you shouldn't." He doesn't drink anymore after the incident at the bar. It was a promise that he made to Jessy and he isn't going to do anything to screw up the best thing in his life. I admire his ability to change and rid himself of his demons. I admire the loyalty that he shows to all of us that he cares for. Since the day that he apologized, he has done nothing but prove to me that he is a friend and worthy of being called such.

It makes me think of the three of us, all men with demons. Men that were lost and stagnant, trapped by their own poor choices. A good woman can make you do all sorts of crazy things. The love of an excellent woman makes you want to be better and changes every aspect of your life. We have all changed and softened. We have all become more than what everyone expected us to be. The three of us have excellent women in our lives and are smart enough to hold on to them tight. I hope that they will hold onto the three of us just as tight.

"I was going to ask if you had actually played poker before since you don't seem the type for a regular poker night, but you have the table and the set up so I assume you know what you are doing," Daniel says. "Thanks for the invite. This is going to be fun. We need a night without the girls."

I am not going to tell him that I have never played against real people. All of my poker skills have come from late-night insomnia on the computer. I won't tell him that I bought all of this stuff this afternoon, right after I invited them over. Let him be intimidated.

"I think the girls need a night without you two," Phillip interjects. "They must be exhausted from dealing with your sorry asses all day."

I nod in mock agreement. There is a certain amount of truth in his words. I know he isn't serious, but I will never take it for granted that Mahri chose me. I know that I do not deserve her or her love.

Daniel retorts, "Aww, Phil, don't be jealous that we don't let our women push us around. You are like a puppy at Betty's feet."

"I admit," Phillip retorts, chugging the last of his beer, "She is bossy. but I like it that way. I mean, she has some really good ideas and is not afraid to try inventive things in bed..."

"No." I interrupt. "No bedroom talk about my best friend. Please."

Phil laughs, "Ok, ok. I can try to keep those thoughts to myself, but she is something special. The first woman that has kept me interested and satisfied." He sits at the table leaning back. A smile crosses his face as if he is remembering some of their good times. He is satisfied that he has gotten under my skin a bit. It doesn't bother me like it used to. I know where I stand.

"How did you two manage to bury the hatchet? You two are friends now?" Daniel asks, truly curious.

We both reluctantly nod and respond at the same time. "Betty." A smile crosses my face and I realize that she has given me another great gift. I see the same thing on his face.

"Weird," Daniel grumbles as he finds a spot on the couch. We are, of course, waiting for Thomas. "What should we discuss while we wait?" Phillip ponders. "Oh, I know, Jake, what are your thoughts on motorcycles? Would you ever want one?"

Daniel shoots Phillip a glance that I don't understand.

"I would love to have one to take Mahri for rides on. I like the thought of the freedom that it brings," I answer. I also love the thought of her arms wrapped around me so tightly and the wind blowing her delicious smell into my space. I love the idea of going on a drive, eating lunch in some beautiful spot, making love somewhere private and exciting.

"No talk of bedroom activities with one of my best friends," Phillip teases with a sideways smile. I roll my eyes.

"Woah dude," Daniel interrupts my thoughts. "You zoned out really fast."

Phillip prods, " He was thinking about all of the things he wanted to do with and to Mahri on that bike. Let him be. He is in LOooOooove."

I blush despite myself. "Don't pretend that you haven't thought of something irreverent that you would do with Betty if you had a bike,"

"Guilty," he responds, "but you don't want to hear about that." He smirks.

"I do not want to hear anything about you and Betty being irreverent," I respond with a smile.

There is a long pause and Danie shakes his head, "You two being friends is going to take some getting used to, but I think I like it. As long as I learn how to keep up.

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Mahri's POV:

Since Phil is off tonight, Joe is tending the bar. Joe is an older man in his fifties. His salt and pepper hair is the only thing that belies his age. He is still quite handsome and has many lady callers. To top it off, he is quite charming and draws people into the room. He is a great asset to have behind the bar. He is a trusted employee having worked at the bar before Phil owned the place and has been an excellent friend to both Phil and Betty. In fact, Phil often introduces him as his brother.

Tonight, he has been instructed to "give the girls whatever they want and make sure they are safe." He has also been told to call Phil before the cops if Betty "gets mouthy." It isn't that she gets in trouble often or that she likes to pick a fight, but she won't let anyone mess with her friends.

Betty and I arrive before the rest of the ladies. She wants to secure a table in the back that allows us a space to have fun but is a little quieter and away from the pick-up lines and skeezy men trying to find a girl to take advantage of. Girls' nights are fun, but these days, you have to be careful.

It is pretty early so the bar is fairly empty. A couple of old-timers are having their nightly beer and enjoying the company. They will be home and probably in bed before most of the younger people show up.

Slowly, the men in business suits flow in and out, having a quick drink before returning home to their wives and kids. Joe greets all of the clients by name, making them feel welcome in their home away from home.

"Joe," Betty greets him excitedly as she walks behind the bar and gives him a quick hug. She also greets the two men sitting at the counter. "Hey, Bill, Spenser." The two men smile back seemingly charmed by her, like we all are. The other men nod and go back to their drink, sucking down peanuts at the counter.

"No patrons behind the bar, Char." Joe jokes, using her name chosen for the new people in her life. I still feel lucky that I get to call her Betty.

"What are going to do, kick me out?" She quips and gives him a wink. "I know the boss."

"I may have to call the boss about an unruly woman that insists on breaking the rules." He pokes her in the ear as a brother would.

"The boss likes it when I break all of the rules," Betty fires back and swats his arm away.

"That's the truth," Joe concedes. "But seriously, Betty what would you like to drink? I can get it for you. I am under strict orders to give you whatever you want, remember?"

Betty's devilish grin appears. "I do love dating the bar owner. If that is the case, let me consult my friend over here. Joe, you remember Mahri?" She asks, pointing in my direction. I have taken a seat in front of the bar. Joe nods and winks at me, "How could I forget such a lovely friend?" Despite it all, I blushed.

"Em," Betty directs the question at me. Lately, she has taken to calling me Em. I like it. "You and I are starting out with two shots, Whiskey or tequila? Your choice." Betty is going to get me into trouble if I don't have a plan. Tonight can be a lot of fun, but there will be consequences tomorrow and I am still trying to sneak out to Jake's cabin later.

"Whiskey," I say and then change the subject. "Should we get the others a drink? They should be here soon."

"Yes," Betty says as Joe slams the shots on the bar. She raises her glass and toasts, "To fun and friends and to Phil for owning this place." Our glasses clink, and we down our shots.

I instantly regret not eating dinner. It is ok, Cleo will bring snacks. She is always so thoughtful.

"I know that Jessy will want an espresso martini, but what do the other girls want? I haven't met them yet." Betty asked.

She had become such a big part of my life, I had forgotten that she hadn't been introduced to the sisters or Cleo yet. I would be anxious. She appears to be unphased.

Betty interlinks our arms as we walk back to our table. "I am very glad to meet these other people in your life. I have heard so much about them."

"They are excited to meet you too. I hope they behave. Sometimes Lily can be prickly."

"So can I when challenged." She speaks with such confidence, though I am not surprised. My head begins to swim at the thought of the drama that could ensue. The two shots may have been a bad idea.

I text the group to tell them where we are. and look up to see Cleo and Jessy entering the bar. Jessy runs up to hug me. She is in a cute form-fitting emerald dress and as usual, she looks like an angel. Her red hair is flowing down her back. Her hug threatens to cut off my air supply. She turns to Betty and hugs her just as tightly. I love that the two of them are so close.

Cleo is balancing a huge purse and a plate of cupcakes. She is adorable, her glasses sit on the edge of her nose. Her dress is red and slightly out of fashion, but on her, it works somehow. She begins to set up a buffet of sweets on the table. It is amazing what she can accomplish. Cleo works a demanding job at the library and bakes all of these delicacies. She also volunteers to help her mom out at the church and helps run the local animal shelter. We all should be a little more like Cleo, I think. She places the dessert on the table and reaches out to shake Betty's hand. "Nice to meet you. You must be Betty. I have heard wonderful things about you."

"Wonderful? I am not sure that you are talking about me, but it is nice to meet you too. A friend of Em's is a friend of mine. I do like to go by Charlotte or Char, please. Betty is a name I used in a former life."

Cleo nods and smiles. "Of course, Char. I think we will be good friends."

"Me too," Betty responds eyeing the desserts on the table. "Especially if you keep bringing such beautiful dessert."

Cleo blushes. She is not used to overt flattery from a stranger.

"So, what do you have there?" Betty asks pointing at the cupcakes.

"Churro cupcakes with a caramel sauce," Cleo responds and pulls plates out of her bag.

"You may be my favorite friend so far." Betty smiles at Cleo and places her hand on her shoulder in a friendly gesture.

I love watching Betty interact with others. She somehow manages to charm everyone and stay true to herself.

The drinks arrive and Jessy and Cleo are relaxed and slightly tipsy when the sisters walk in.

"Sorry, we got a head start," Cleo apologizes as Hannah sits down next to her and pushes her drink towards her. Hannah is lovely. I haven't spent much time with her since Jake returned, but we were becoming quite good friends before that. She is shy, but she would do anything for a friend.

Lily on the other hand only appreciated my help when we were looking for Hannah. She has never liked me, She knows that Jake loves me, but she doesn't trust me. The feeling is mutual. We have a truce for the sake of all of the others, but I believe that she would still throw me under the bus if given the opportunity. I don't know how her distrust will fare when Jake talks to his sisters. I will have to get along with Lily then. I will, I just hope that someday she can find a way to do the same.

I watch these ladies sharing the room with me. We are all so different, but we have made the choice to care for and support each other. I raise my glass and begin my toast, "To all of these wonderful women here tonight that have made me feel accepted and have allowed me into their world, I am so thankful for you."

Jessy adds, "And to Mahri for bringing us all together and saving Hannah, of course."

Lily rolls her eyes quickly, but to her credit, she toasts right alongside everyone else.

We return to chatting and drinking and eating the delicious desserts that Cleo made. Hannah is laughing at one of Betty's stories about Jake. Lily seems unimpressed, but she is polite. I am actually impressed with her behavior. I think Betty intimidates her a bit.

We are having a great time gossiping and drinking. The laughter fills the air and the drinks continue to flow. After a while, Jessy sits next to me and holds my hand in a sisterly gesture. Her smile is genuine and kind.

"She really is something isn't she?" Jessy whispered, speaking of Betty, of course.

"Yes, " I respond and smile, thankful for the addition of her to my friend group. I can't imagine where Jake and I would be without her influence and support.

I watch as the girls that I care for the most, celebrate with each other. I love watching these very different women work their way into each other lives. Then I watch the woman next to me holding my hand. I may have lost a sister when Elle died, but I gained one the day that I met Jessy. She returned some of the optimism and joy that had been lost in the death of my twin.

I squeeze her hand and lean into her ear to whisper, "You are really something too, you know. Thank you for being my sister."

She turns around and hugs me. I notice a tear in her eye.

I don't know if it is the alcohol or just the warmth of this moment, I don't know if it is the way that my heart has awakened since I have learned to love and trust Jake more, but I feel full and happy and thankful for the life I get to live.

I watch as Betty tells the story of Jake's first crush. She looks at me and winks, letting me know that we are in this together. I smile back, slightly dizzy, definitely drunk, and filled with a sense of family like I have never known.

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Jake's POV:

Thomas arrived late. He was unapologetic and a little grouchy. This did not bode well for our relationship or for the evening. When I opened the door for him, he barely made eye contact with me.

"Let's get going on this game, guys." He says, walking across the room and, taking the beer out of Phillip's hand, he swallows it down in one gulp.

Philip makes an aggravated gesture. "What's going on with you?"

Thomas is incredulous as if he doesn't realize what he has done wrong. "Nothing. I was just thirsty."

"And rude," Philip responds. The fire in his eyes is unmistakable.

Daniel, trying to chill the atmosphere before things get out of control, brings a new beer to Phillip and pats him on the shoulder, directing the conversation to the game, "Thomas is finally here. I am anxious to show you all a thing or two about poker." He directs all of us to the table.

I take a deep breath as Philip moves to the table. I can tell that he is seething, but am impressed at his ability to control his words. He puts his arm on my shoulder and smiles sideways.

Daniel takes the deck and deals the cards to us. I start out with a terrible hand, but I know that poker is more about the way you play the game than it is about the cards you are dealt. I mock confidence and raise the stakes. Phillip and Daniel fold. It is left to Thomas to see where the rest of the game goes. Thomas tries to eyeball me. He thinks he can intimidate me into giving away my secret of a terrible hand, but he is not that smart or that intimidating. He calls and I raise, he raises and I do. The stakes are quite high since this is still the beginning of the evening.

Thomas watches me again. I can see the distrust in his eyes. I can't blame him. I am lying about this hand, but his distrust extends outside of the game. He has no reason to mistrust me in that area. It is his turn and he has been quiet for a few minutes.

"What's your move?" Daniel asks Thomas directly, trying to break the tension in the room.

"I don't trust anything out of this man, so I think he is lying about his hand, but he helped save Hannah so I have to give him the benefit of the doubt." He is being honest, too honest if I admit the truth.

"So, what is it then?" Phillip asks. "Play the game or continue to make unnecessary comments to your host?"

Thomas is unphased by Phillip's condemnation but decides to fold. He throws the cards in the middle of the table, releasing some aggression. He had a flush. He would have beaten me without question.

I show my cards. A pair of ones.

Thomas becomes irate as I gather my chips. I had just gained $75. That is not a lot of money, but the loss was a blow to his ego.

"I knew that you couldn't be trusted. I won't make that mistake again." Thomas grumbles.

Daniel enters in this time. "Thomas, it is poker, he played the game and he did it well. You need to fix your attitude."

What attitude?" Thomas asks.

"The one that you have had since you walked in here," Phillip interjects.

Daniel holds up his hand to stop Philip. He takes Thomas by the arm and pulls him aside. "What is going on, man?" His voice is low and calm.

"I don't want to be here. I don't want to play games with him, learn from him. I only came because Hannah thought it was a good idea. I don't like him and I certainly don't trust him." Thomas is getting mad, his words are becoming loud and aggressive. They actually sting.

Probably because I feel the same way toward him. I simply have a reason for my feelings on the matter.

I walk up to Thomas and in a firm voice insist that we talk this through. He agrees. I invite him to have a seat at the table.

He gruffs off toward the kitchen. "I will stand if you don't mind." He is going to be obstinate and do nothing to help fix this situation in a civilized manner. My sister could do better, but she loves him. I owe it to her to try and fix this.

"Ok," I begin, "I understand you don't like me much. I also understand I am not everyone's cup of tea, but what are your grievances?"

He huffs, "That is a grievance. You use big words to act superior to all of us and act as though you are above the law."

"I use big words for other reasons. I do not think I am better than anyone. I have regrettably done things in the past that were against the law, but I have turned away from that life."

"Maybe, but when we were looking for Hannah, you and Mahri kept a lot of things hidden from us, things that could have helped us find her." Thomas is trying to control his words and his temper.

"The fact that we kept things from you is one of the reasons that we found her," I respond.

"You can say that, but I don't believe you." He is being honest and I have to respect that.

"I can not force you to accept the truth. We will have to come up with an understanding on this for everyone's sake."

"I understand just fine. I don't trust you." He leans against the counter, his arms folded across his chest. "This is a waste of time. You and Mahri are not worth my time or anyone else's. You offer nothing to this group of friends and we don't want you around."

Phillip pipes in, "You are on your own here. I find the two of them to be a wonderful addition to our group."

"You would, Convict. Dan gets it. He hates you as much as I do." Daniel shook his head, but Thomas didn't notice, "He sees the way you two have all of these ideas and are willing to put yourselves above everyone else."

"Everything we did was to find Hannah. We put ourselves in danger for her and for all of you. Do you not remember how hard we tried to keep you all safe?" I asked. Do you not remember how many nights we went without sleep and in fear in order to bring her home?"

"I remember how Mahri wouldn't go and meet the MWAF when that is what needed to be done. She could have saved Richy."

That was it. I am seething. All of the feelings from that night rush back into my heart. All of the anger that I felt when he was willing to sacrifice Mahri's life came right back to me.

Trying to control my anger, I pause and forcefully add, "You do not get to talk about Mahri anymore. You don't have the right to utter her name from your filthy lips. You were willing to sacrifice her in order to save Hannah. You played on her compassion and you were manipulative. You cared nothing for her then and you don't have the right to be in her life now." I stand up and walk toward him, the counter is the only thing between us. My eyes glare into his with unrelenting command.

"What do you mean I don't have the right? I can talk about whoever I want. I can do whatever I want. Mahri is just as selfish as you are. She should go back to wherever it was before she came here." Thomas is spitting the words out and meeting my anger.

"You are right, " I speak through my gritted teeth. "You can speak of whoever you want but if you malign her name one more time in my presence, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

"OoOoh" Thomas mocks me holding up wiggling fingers, "Consequences, huh. What are you going to do, lecture me to death?"

I walk close to him and lower my voice, it is thick and tight, deep and threatening. Without backing down, I move around the counter getting close enough that he is uncomfortable. I speak slowly so that even he can understand, "You have no idea what I would do to protect Mahri and to keep her integrity intact. You have no idea of the places that I would go to to protect her life and her honor."

"Is that a threat?" He says, leaning in closer to me. I can feel his breath on my face.

"It is the truth and a warning. This is the last time I tell you to leave her out of all of this. Mahri did everything that she could to help save Hannah, a stranger. She worried about you all and tried to make sure that you were safe. She is a wonderful, loyal, and trustworthy person who deserves nothing but praise and love. If you don't see things that way, there is no room for you here."

I shove past him to the door and open it, allowing him the space he needs to leave.

His face is red, he isn't ready to stop fighting.

"You better listen to what he says," Phillip says. "Until you can abide by his rules, there is no place for you here."

Thomas's anger is fueled even more. "You are going to pick this...deceitful...piece of trash over me? You are going to take his side?"

"I am absolutely choosing his side. It is the right one. Mahri is amazing. She is none of the things you say. Furthermore, Jake is more loyal and trustworthy than you have ever been. You need to fix whatever you have going on inside that pretty little brain of yours before you come into the lives of my friends or my bar." Phillip is calm, but his voice is threatening.

"Now I can't go to the Aurora?" Thomas whines.

"I don't think I can trust your words or your actions. I do have the right to refuse service to anyone, after all."

"Who needs you or your damn bar? Are you coming Dan?" He asks in frustration, but it almost sounds like he is begging.

"Not with you. Not until you fix a whole lot of wrong things that you have said tonight and not until you can be trusted around Mahri. I support Jake's ban on you. Phil's too. Look, man, we have been friends for a long time, but you are out of line here. You are out of control. I don't know what you and Hannah have going on, but you need to fix it and until then, I can not be around you." Dan is sad and hangs his head, but his feet are firm. He will stand his ground.

I see the rage beginning to wane in Thomas' eyes. He pulls his jacket off of the chair aggressively and rushes to the door which I was holding open for him.

"You all deserve each other." He growls as he stomps to the door and stops and stares me down once more. When I don't flinch or waiver, he turns away and quickly heads out the door bumping into someone on the way.

It is Mahri, my sweet, drunk, beautiful, kind woman. She brings the sweet scent of orange blossoms and lights up the walls of this old cabin. I have never wanted to see her so badly. She is wearing the shortest black dress I have ever seen and some heels that make her legs look even longer and her ass look even more delightful. I need her and as if on cue, she rushes to me wrapping her arms around my neck. I hold her tight and dive in quickly for a kiss. The moment lasts longer than it should as my hands begin to roam. I forget about the other people in the room until she turns away. She is the oxygen to my lungs. She is my medicine.

"Hello, handsome..." She begins as her hands move to my hair. She plays with the curls at the base of my neck. I have almost forgotten the events of the evening because she feels so good in my arms. I must have still had some leftover aggression on my face because her next words are of concern. She asks, "What is wrong? What happened?"

Betty and Jessy fly through the door, "Mahri, you didn't even wait for the cab to stop complete..." Jessy begins but her thoughts are cut off by the tension in the room. Her eyes meet Daniel's as he walks over to greet her and gives her a bear hug. She quickly plants a kiss on his cheek.

Betty walks across the room to deliver a steamy kiss on Phillip's lips and they wrap their arms around each other. "What is going on?" Betty asks, "Who do I need to torture?"

The three men look at each other. Phillip begins, "It appears that Thomas is threatened by Jake and that Jake doesn't handle anyone disparaging the name of his beloved."

"It also appears," I continue sending a smirk to Phillip, "that Mahri and I have two very loyal friends who will step in to defend our honor."

Daniel adds, "And it also appears that Thomas won't be attending any events here or at the bar for the foreseeable future."

Jessy's mouth drops ope. Her hand moves to cover her mouth.

Betty's eyes are filled with confusion and venom.

Mahri watches me and begins to laugh. "I need to know all of the details. When did you get a poker table? I hope you beat his sorry ass at the game. Thank you for being such loyal friends. Boys grab a beer, girls kick off your shoes, and get comfy, it is time for our bedtime story, but first, who needs another drink?"

I smile. The tension has been lifted from the room by this precious woman in my arms. In an instant, she diffused a situation that could have ruined the evening. I kiss her deeply and then whisper in her ear, "You can take those shoes off now, but we have plans for them later when the company leaves."

She nods and blushes, following me to the kitchen.

I wrap my arm around her waist and speak loudly for everyone to hear. "Mahri is having coffee." Mahri pouts. "You will thank me for that later. "I add as I look at her and wink. "Would anyone else like something?"

I take their requests and Mahri and I make drinks. Everyone is served and Mahri plops down into the love seat next to me. Her dress is short and I find the perfect spot to rest my wandering hands. She leans on my shoulder and sighs in contentment.

I place a kiss on her neck and survey the room. Phillip and Betty are sitting on one end of the couch whispering secrets in each other's ear. She is giggling, free, and innocent like a schoolgirl with her crush. I trust the man sitting next to her and am thankful that he makes her feel safe and cherished. Daniel and Jessy are watching the fire from the other end of the couch, he has his arm wrapped around her, their hand entwined between them. The comfort they share from years of friendship and trust has led to an abiding love that requires no words to speak of their affection. It is a silent fire, created by a spark that began long before I entered this family. It is a love that I never would have understood three months ago and is comforting and true.

The house is warm and inviting, but not because of the fire. I am reminded, as I sit with Mahri, of the love that filled this cabin when my mother and Nana were alive. I can feel them here welcoming our love and our brothers and sisters. I rest with her in my arms and feel something I hadn't in a while. These people are my family. We will fight for and with each other. That is a comfort that I had forgotten about.

We stay like this for a while, the six of us reveling in our love. We are at home in the presence of each other. There is something reverent at this moment. This cabin seems sacred now for reasons beyond the love of Mahri. I am glad to share that feeling with these people.

I am afraid to break the spell. But I, finally and reluctantly, do so.

I have plans with a beautiful woman in a black dress and it is getting late.

I sit up and adjust Mahri n my lap grazing her cheek with my lips as I do so, "Boys, we have a story to tell, where should we begin?"

[just-a-creep-babe]

I WISH I COULD DRAW CAUSE I JUST HAD A CUTE ASS IDEAAAA

So its like, a massive thing that Jamie is one of the only ones who actually has a good relationship with her parents.

Someone sends a short video of Jamie and their dad hugging and her asking "did i fail you" and he went "you never could. You're my daughter." in the gc and the girls™ (Jade, Jessie, Miss Adelaide and Phoenix) all send some variation of "Wish that was me" because they have terrible relationships w their dads and Hannah just goes "L imagine" cause she and her dad are besties. and Jamie just goes "So real Hannah"

I love this typa dynamic cause its me and my friends LMAFOO

ALSO, Watch out for Lydia and Jamie 👀, its a castle full of lesbians. And Jade and Lacey. And the twins, and Miriam and her boyfriend who i cant remember the name of. And Toby (gay) and his brother.

LORE DROP!!

Everything abt the world just keeps expanding it’s so cool to hear about!!