#in front of some old small tv I got a hold of (that don’t really exist anymore in this time) in a dark room alone to my grand niece that ju

[gummiix]

I feel like when I’m a grandpa or the grandpa uncle and I’ll be in that chair rockin up there going on about “kids these days never have true fun…. Never play true games…. Hoho…. You need to go back to the times of pure, raw, heart & soul in the gaming industry….” and it’s just me and mario galaxy

[fictionalmenxyn]

✬𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲✬

Pairing: dad!rafe x mom!thorton!reader

Baby is a girl, her name is Riley, she’s three months old, (if you see two months old, my bad, it’s supposed to be three)

Warnings: language (one word)

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Today was the first day of your girls weekend. It was only a one of your friend’s boats. Not too far away, since this was your first full weekend away from Rafe and Riley.

Rafe was currently on the couch, Riley in her bouncer. Content and happy. The occasional blabber or smacking of her gummy mouth, Rafe would look over, checking on her.

He was waiting for his wingmen to arrive, Topper and Kelce. The golf tournament started today, so he called them over to come watch it. Since he couldn’t exactly go out to the country club to go watch it. It wouldn’t exactly be the place for a three month old to go to.

When he heard the knock on the front door. He smiled softly walking over and licking Riley up. He spoke “that’ll be your uncles, baby.”

He walked over to the foyer with her in his arms. She tried grabbing for hair, like she would with you. But Rafe chuckled “baby, I haven’t got hair like mama, and I think I’m very grateful for it…”

He opened the door, greeted by his two friends. Kelce holding a case of beers while Topper held a grocery bag of formal. Rafe had texted Topper to ask your mom to have some of the formula at their place as he forgot to ask you to give some milk for the weekend.

He greeted the two, Rafe took the grocery bag. While Topper took his niece into his arms “hey, sweetheart! You miss uncle Top?? I bet ya did, huh?” He gently blew raspberries into her cheek. Causing her to squeal and giggle.

Topper placed Riley into her pack and play. While Rafe put away the formula and put the spare beers in the fridge. Holding three as he walked back into the living room. He handed the two, the guys thanking him as he took a seat on the couch.

Riley squealing and patting her hands in the mesh of the pack & play. The boys chuckling at the sight. She then smushed her face against the mesh. Her chubby cheek getting squished. Rafe leaned over, still sitting on the couch. He gently poked her cheek through the mesh “you being a silly girl in front of the boys, baby? Tryna make them laugh?” Her response was her attempt to clap. The boys all clapping, trying to encourage her. Rafe praised “smart girl! Get that from your mama, huh?”

Kelce joked “of course she does, Y/n’s the smart one in the relationship.” Topper laughed as Rafe playfully shot a quick glare at him. Knowing it wasn’t an actual statement.

As time moved on, Kelce now had Riley on his lap. He was holding the remote. He felt Riley’s small fingers grip onto his hand. Tugging his hand towards her open mouth, he chuckled “I don’t think so, Riles, don’t think your daddy would be happy with you drooling over the tv remote.” Rafe looked over. He smirked, playfully calling out to Riley as if she knew she was in the conversation “hey missy! Don’t you go eating the remote, momma’s milk and formula tastes better than plastic!” The guys laughed.

Riley was now lying on Topper’s chest. Topper was laying on the end of the L shaped couch. Riley started to become fussy. Her baby smacks hitting Topper’s chest, not really hurting him. Topper chuckled “someone’s getting fussy, huh?”

Rafe looked at his Rolex “it’s feeding time, hand her over.” Topper lifted her up. Making an aeroplane noise causing her to smile at her uncle.

Rafe held her as he walked over to the kitchen and started to prepare the formula. He gently bounced her as they waited. He booped her nose “you’re so cute, ya know that?” He asked as if she could answer him. She just shoved her fist into her mouth. Causing him to chuckle “let’s not eat your hand, Riles… milk tastes nicer than flesh… I hope at least..”

Once the bottle was warmed up and prepped. He took them back into the living room. Handing Riley over to Topper, since he was more experienced and confident to feed and burp Riley. Kelce was also to sucked into the golf on tv. Rafe handed the bottle over to Topper “check if it’s too hot or not.”

Topper took the lid off and dabbed some milk onto his hand. He cursed “ah fuck, still hot.” He soon felt a dull whack to the side of the head. Topper asked “what’s that for?!” Rafe answered “for swearing in front of my daughter, idiot.” Topper remarked “she’s three months old, man! She ain’t gonna know what it means…” Rafe replied “so? If I get a smack from your sister cause I accidentally swore, you get one from me, simple.” Topper rolled his eyes. Rafe responded “take it up with your sister, dude, not my issue.”

Rafe sat back down after cooling the bottle. Handing it back to Topper. As Top fed Riley. Rafe would take occasional sips of his beer, resting the bottom of the bottle on his thigh. Watching the golf on the tv that was mounted to the wall. Occasionally glancing over to Topper and his daughter.

Once Top had fed and burped Riley. He held her out to Rafe “all yours, man.” Rafe took Riley into his arms. Putting the beer bottle onto the coffee table.

He stood up, taking her behind the couch. A little further from the two gossiping and the sound of the tv. She could sleep through anything, but that’s after she’s fallen asleep. If it’s loud as they try to get her to sleep, it won’t work.

He glanced back and forth between Riley and the tv as he rocked her in his arms for a little while. The he moved her onto his one arm. Practically curling his own child in his forearm. Her cheek squished between his inner-elbow. He knows she falls asleep in this position. Rafe always would joke about how his biceps could magically help her fall asleep.

Once she was fast asleep. He held her to his chest. Walking over and sitting on the edge of the couch, then leaning back, practically laying down. He gently pressed a kiss to her temple “sweet dreams, girly.” He rubbed her back subconsciously. What he’d always done with you.

Topper took a quick and sneaky photo of Rafe with Riley. Sending it to you with a text below ‘one person love golf, the other doesn’t. Can u tell who’s who?? 😂’

It’s been around an hour, when Riley started to stir. Rafe cooed “ohh there she is… back in the real world, eh?” He pressed two kisses to the top of her head. He smiled softly at his little girl “hey sweetheart.” She tilted her head back a little. Following the sound of his deep voice. Her piercing blue eyes, one of Rafe’s doings, look up at him. He smirked softly “there you are, pretty girl, look at you moving your head.” He gently placed his palm on the back of her head.

His thumb gently brushing the top of her head. He feels his phone buzz, someone’s calling him. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. Seeming ‘Y/n/n ❤️’ pop up, he quickly answered. “Hey, babe, having fun?”

You replied “yeah, just got back onto the boat now, how’s it going over there?” He smiled “good, good… she’s just woke up from her nap.” You smiled “yeah? Good, glad to hear… how’re you? How’re the boys??” Rafe chuckled “how’d you know they’re over?? I’m doing good.” You laughed “cause Topper is being a good uncle and sending baby updates!”

Rafe smiled “yeah, yeah, hey! I’ve managed to feed all of us! Not just Riles…” you playfully gasped while mocking him “no way?! It’s almost as if you’re actually being an adult!” You could feel his eyes roll at the comment. There was a two second pause, he spoke “shut up..” you laughed “couldn’t think of anything to say? Aww poor Rafey…” he chuckled “you’re lucky I love you..” “waa waa, you just suck and comebacks, but I love you too. I’m gonna go now, okay? Take care I’ll see you both Monday. Sending my love, give Riley extra kisses f’me. I love you!” He smiled “I love you too! Have fun and be safe!”

It’s now eight pm, and yes… Topper and Kelce are staying over for the night… maybe the weekend, but hey?! That’s alright… extra help isn’t bad.

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[rhys-writes-some-shit]

Learn to Take "No" for an Answer

Alastor x Reader (Queer-Platonic)

Alastor was often a busy man, but he always managed to keep tabs on you. The moment your heart rate started to increase, he could feel it. He’d stopped what he was doing immediately and went off to find you. The moment he saw you surrounded by Sinners, with Vox at the center, he was ready to initiate a massacre. 

But instead, he watched as you held your own, not once swaying from your opinions. 

Once you tackled Vox to the ground, though, Alastor knew he needed to step in. He knew you could definitely hold your own for now, but you were not powerful enough to combat Vox if he retaliated. He only wished he’d been able to watch you stab that knife through Vox’s throat…

A few minutes earlier...

Humming to yourself, you skillfully sidestepped a bloody corpse on the sidewalk. Sometimes all you needed was a nice walk to clear your head. Today, the walk improved your mood immensely. The only thing that could make it better was if Alastor started one of his broadcasts. You knew it was unlikely to happen, but that didn't stop you from glancing up at the speakers above the streets in hopes they'd turn on.

You passed by the VoxTek TV display, pausing to watch the news highlights. Another turf war on the other side of the city, an ad for some sort of imp hitman business, clips from the latest episode of Hell’s Next Top Idol. Anything owned by VoxTek wasn’t allowed in the hotel, which meant you didn’t have access to all the media you would’ve liked. Sometimes, watching the TV display was the closest thing you got. 

“Like what you see?” A tall figure suddenly appeared behind you. The small group of Sinners who’d also crowded around the TV display suddenly burst into exclamations and talking.

Turning around, you found yourself looking up at Vox's flatscreen face, causing you to grimace. 

“Oh, come now, don’t be like that. I expected better from Alastor’s little pet.” Vox was grinning slyly, arms behind his back with authority. “I have a proposition for you, sweetheart.”

“If you’re here to ask me to watch Al for you, the answer is ‘no.’” Glaring, you attempted to find a way out of the crowd circling around you and Vox, but the wall of Sinners had increased, becoming impenetrable.

Vox rolled his eyes. “Of course not, hot stuff. I’m not an idiot. Alastor doesn’t deserve you anyway.”

“Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t,” you shrugged. “Regardless, I really should be on my way.”

Even with that statement, the crowd of Sinners didn’t move. They were all watching Vox, enamored with the scene playing out in front of you. As your heart rate increased, you could only hope that Alastor would notice. 

“We should talk some more, sweetheart. You’re such a handsome little thing.” One of Vox’s hands reached towards your face, caressing your cheek. “If you ditched that old-fashioned prick and came with me instead, I think you’d find yourself much better off.”

Clenching your jaw, you angled your face out of Vox’s grasp. “I'm doing just fine as I am right now, thanks.” You made your voice cold, desperately trying to get your disinterest across. 

“Don’t be so sure.” Vox raised an artificial eyebrow. “I could give you more than Alastor ever could. Join me, and you can become one of Hell’s most powerful Overlords.”

The talking from the surrounding crowd grew louder, people taking pictures and recording the confrontation. The idea that Vox just asked to share his power with some random Sinner was crazy to the rest of the public. It wouldn’t take very long for word to travel all throughout Hell. The idea of your face plastered across cell phones and TV screens across the city made you nervous. Not to mention, you’d have to report to Vox, and he was an asshole. 

“I'm not interested,” you ground out, keeping your back straight to feign confidence. 

Vox scoffed. “Playing hard to get, are we?” He was grinning. “You look so fucking hot when you’re pissed off.”

Silently, you were begging someone, anyone, to come and rescue you. You couldn’t guarantee that you could keep your composure much longer. “I’m not interested,” you repeated, just as sternly. 

“Aww, are you mad, sweetheart?” Vox cooed mockingly. “Upset your owner isn’t here to save you? If you came with me, you’d never have to worry about being on your own.”

In a flash, your hands twitched and a knife was suddenly being held to Vox’s throat. You’d tackled him to the ground, the sharp blade reflecting your bright eyes. His eyes were wide, clearly not expecting you to retaliate.

“Call me sweetheart again and I’ll castrate you, you flat-faced fuck.”

“Oh my!” A dark shadow appeared behind you, quickly followed by Alastor’s tall figure. Despite his smile, you could clearly see he was just as pissed as you were. “Darling, is Vox bothering you?”

“Not anymore.” You pressed the knife closer to his neck, allowing a few droplets of blood to slide down the knife before withdrawing. Licking the blood off the blade, you gave Vox a dark grin. “You taste like battery acid. No wonder no one wants you.”

Alastor laughed heartily. “How true! Come along, my dear! Charlie is probably wondering where we are.” Placing your arm in his, you allowed Alastor to escort you away from the now-silent crowd. 

“I fucking hate that guy,” you snarled once you’d gotten a few blocks away.

“A nuisance, surely,” Alastor agreed. “I must say, you handled that wonderfully. Quite an entertaining display.”

Smiling lightly, you found yourself flushed at the compliment. “It was nothing. He just needed to learn to take ‘no’ for an answer.”

Chuckling, Alastor matched your smile. “I’m sure you got the point along just fine, dearest. And if he didn’t…” Alastor’s face darkened, smile turning sinister. Now it was your turn to laugh, and that was how you walked into the hotel, giggling at each other like a couple of teenage girls.

[mayearies]

CATS ALIKE .. miles g. morales ⟡

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 miles g. morales x fem! reader , fluff , no disclaimer

𐦍༘⋆ SYNOPSIS; you wanted a cat. miles did not. he made this pretty clear. he ignored, dismissed, and persuaded you to stop asking for a while. however, it came back again and again and again. guess how he caved.

WC; 728

𐦍༘⋆ NOTES; old fic i wrote also test for engagement i guess

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he purposely avoided your eyes for a while now. a little bit too long for both of your liking. he flipped through thr channels on the tv as he held you in his lap and you kissed him all over his face, muttering the word ‘please’ without break.

miles grumbled, knowing he would cave pretty soon. he had a sweet tooth for those chocolate lips of yours. he sighed loudly, throwing his head back on the arm of the sofa before looking at you with an annoyed expression. “if i do this for you, promise me you’ll shut up about it.” you nodded in glee.

you knew how to hold your end of the bargain, just one small favor. one small thing couldnt hurt his cold and stoic soul. he took you to the nearest petshop on the block since you wanted this more than ever. a cat.

miles didn’t like the idea. he was away most nights and didnt want something there to create more of a mess than you already did of his room (he would scold you but you knew he didnt really care that much). he could think of a million reasons why this was a bad idea. the only plus was that it was cute.

“which one you want, ma?” he followed you down the isle of cages and cries of the kittens, “preferably not the ones that shed a lot.” his voice sounded uneasy and skeptical. he knew how bad you wanted this.

“relax a little. these little things are so cute, how could you not want one?” 

he crossed his arms and watched as you stuck your hands into the bars to pet each one of them, to which some would hiss and deny. “maybe because i dont like cats,” he hissed. “their fur gets everywhere.”

“i say it’s worth it,” you replied sassily to match his tone.

“of course you do.”

you saw one in particular that caught your attention. a black cat that was missing an eye. the shopkeeper said he was born that way and that nothing was wrong with him. he was adorable, just as fiesty too. it didnt let you touch it until it smelled your hand. even then it was still ready to fight. reminds you of someone else you know. “i want this one.”

“the things i do for you.”

you laughed under your breath, “you say it like it’s a bad thing.”

that night, you were so excited to play with the little guy. miles however, could care less. he didnt want much to do with it. well, it may not come off as that because he bought the most expensive bed and cat litter for it, despite it being no older than a few weeks. 

you wanted to play with it first, but where’s the fun in that? “how about, i set up the cat litter and stuff and you get to know our new friend together?” miles raised an eyebrow as he set down the carrier. “is this some typa excuse?”

“no! just spend some time with it. last thing i ask, i promise.”

miles sighed and agreed. so much for promises. he opened the cage and waited for it to crawl out, but it didn’t. the sudden change in enviornment and scent must’ve been just kicking in. he reached his finger into the cage and felt the ends of the whiskers ticking it. then, it licked him. he wasn’t taken aback by it but it felt odd.

you finished installing the cat litter box and started walking towards the living room once you heard the tv on again, “so, how’d it-“ and the last thing you thought you’d see tonight just laid in front of you. miles was watching the screen as the little furball wrapped around itself on his chest. it was purring and by the torn fabric in his hood, you could tell it was kneading him.

“well, look who got along,” miles glared at you for that as you walked over to lay down behind him. “still don’t like cats?”

he playfully scoffed and rolled his eyes, his fingers drifting and gazling along the fur of its tail. “im still wondering why you chose that name for him.”

“whats wrong with it?” 

“who names their cat ‘meows morales?’”

@ MAYEARIES ‘23

[cosyvelvetorchid]

☃️🦷💍 id love to see how you combine these

Your wish is my command!

Enjoy!

🩶

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They stamped the snow from their feet before stepping into the cabin and dropping their bags. It was a small, simple cabin—open plan living area and kitchen, and a bedroom at the back with an en suite bathroom. There was a huge sectional in front of the fireplace—this is what drew them to this particular cabin because it was big enough for them both to fit on it—and a big TV in the corner.

“I can’t believe we’re actually on vacation.” Buck excitedly said. “A whole weekend in a cabin with no work, no fires, no medical emergencies.. just me and you.”

Tommy slid his arms around Bucks waist and kissed him chastely. “What do you want to do first?”

“First I’d like to eat because I’m starving. Why don’t you take the bags into the bedroom and I’ll get started on dinner.”

“Yes boss.” Tommy teased with a wink.

After finishing eating dinner and washing up, they settled on the sofa to watch a movie. Buck had insisted that as Tommy had flown them there, he got first pick and he chose The Terminator. Mostly because he knew Buck liked it.

By half way through the movie Buck had already fallen asleep on Tommy’s chest. Tommy draped a blanket over them both and carried on watching the movie, snacking on popcorn.

He threw another few pieces into his mouth and immediately screamed out in pain, jolting his body and almost sending Buck flying off the sofa.

“What?! What is it?!” Buck jumped up looking around trying to figure out what was going on. Quickly he noticed Tommy bent forward with his hand holding his cheek.

“Babe? What’s wrong?”

“It’s.. ah! My.. my tooth, I.. broke it..ah!” He was in an immense amount of pain and to be honest Buck was a little scared. He’d never seen Tommy like this before. He’d always been so calm and squared away.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Uh, hold on..” he rushed to the kitchen and threw some ice into a ziplock bag and wrapped it in a dish towel.

He lifted it towards Tommy’s face and he flinched away. “It’s okay, Tommy. It’s just some ice. It’ll help.” Tommy took the ice and put it on his face. He hissed at the feel of it. He was heavy breathing and couldn’t sit still—too much adrenaline from the pain.

Thankfully they’d managed to find an emergency dentist a few miles away and a quick uber call later they were walking inside.

Tommy had broken in half one of his molars on a popcorn kernel, exposing the nerve. The dentist—whom Buck was convinced was 130 years old—said he could fill the hole and give him a temporary cap until Tommy could get to his usual dentist.

An hour later, he was (temporarily) fixed, and high as a kite on pain meds, but ready to go back to their cabin. Buck helped walk him in to the cabin and lowered him onto the sofa.

“Wow do I live here?” He asked; his words sluggish.

Buck laughed. “Uh, no, babe we’re on vacation.”

Tommy stared at Buck with heavy eyes. “My boyfriend is not gonna like that. He a firefighter.”

“I’m your boyfriend, babe.” Buck reminded him, putting a blanket over him.

“No!” Tommy protested. “My boyfriend is really pretty.”

Buck laughed again and debated whether to take his phone it and record this. “He is, huh?”

Tommy nodded emphatically. “The prettiest. He has an adorable birthmark on his face and really soft hair.”

“He does sound pretty.” Buck played along.

“His tummy is my favourite though. Oh wow! His looks like yours! I just want to go BOOP-“ he poked Buck lower stomach with his finger “all the time.” He smiled happily. “I like to rest my head on it sometimes. It’s like a warm pillow.”

Buck couldn’t hold in the laugh this time. Tommy was just to freaking adorable high.

“Hey, hey!” Tommy whispered, gestured with his hand for Buck to come closer. “Can I tell you secret?”

“Sure.”

“I’m going to propose to him this weekend.” He whispered.

Bucks heart damn near stopped.

“You-you are?” He asked, trying to hide the shake to his voice. Tommy nodded emphatically again.

“Yep. I have a ring and everything.” He leaned to the side to lie on the sofa.

“You do, huh?” Buck gently lifted Tommy’s head to place a pillow underneath.

“I got his sister to help me pick it out. She’s really pretty too. But I don’t want to marry her. I want to marry my Evan.” His eyes were getting heavier.

My Evan.

Buck had to use all of his energy not to cry right there at hearing Tommy call him that. It was such a simple thing but it reminded him that he belonged to someone.

“I’m kinda scared though.” Tommy said.

“Of what?”

“He might say no. I don’t want him to say no. I want him to say yes.” He had the most adorable pouty facial expression and Buck had to work hard to resist kissing it off him.

“I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.” He told Tommy.

“How do you know?”

Buck sat on the edge of the couch and ran a gentle hand through Tommy’s hair, smiling as Tommy hummed in contentment.

“I have a feeling he’s going to say yes.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss Tommy’s forehead as sleep took him.

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Sick Surprise pt. 6 — Rossi’s Princess Castle

In which Spencer invites Y/N to his team’s dinner but the sitter for Eloise cancels

Warnings: Fluff, ¿smut scene?, Eloise, Henry and Jack being adorable, dirty jokes, Derek teasing Spencer, the team being like wtf— 😧

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Spencer’s chest heaved as he collapsed on the bed next to his girlfriend. Her eyes were still squeezed shut and her lip between her teeth.

After a moment of breathing and calming down, Y/N hummed and moved to lay close to him. “Wanna go shower?” She asked, kissing his neck. “We can be louder in there.” He chuckled, rubbing her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Of course.” He kissed her lips and pulled away, laughing when she tried to catch his lips again. She giggled as he began talking again. “So… there’s this dinner…” He trailed off.

Y/N hummed, her fingers grazing over his abs gently. “Mhm…”

Spencer cleared his throat. “My friend from work is hosting at his house and Um—“ He paused and kissed her because her lips were searching for his. “They know that I’m dating someone— that someone being you— and Rossi invited you.”

Y/N stopped he movement of her hand and looked up at him. A small smile grew on her lips. “Really?” She asked quietly.

Spencer smiled down at her. “Really. I would really like for them to meet you.”

Y/N nodded. “But what if they don’t like me?”

The man scoffed. “They’re gonna love you.” He whispered. “I love you.”

Her smile grew and she grabbed the side of his face, kissing him. He pushed her hair out of the way and kissed her back. “I love you too. So much.” She mumbled between kisses. “And I would love to come to dinner.”

Spencer chuckled. “If you keep kissing me like that we’re not gonna make it to the shower.”

Y/N smirked, moving her body to straddle waist. “I’m okay with that.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Two days later, Y/N stood in front of her full body mirror in a dress and heels. Eloise was jumping on her bed and singing some song about colors she had heard on the tv earlier in the day.

“Mommy, how long you gonna be gone?” Eloise asked as she stopped jumping.

The mother hummed and spun around. “Just a few hours.”

Eloise shook her head and frowned. “A foo hours is wike… forever, mommy!”

Y/N giggled and sat on the edge of her bed, letting Eloise lean against her. “No it’s not, Eloisey. And you get to be here with Katie. Don’t you like Katie?”

The girl gasped. “Oh my dosh— I wuv Katie.” She breathed out.

Y/N smiled and nodded, kissing her cheek. “I know! You guys are gonna have so much fun!”

Like the universe hated her or something, her phone buzzed beside her and she picked it up.

From: Katie

Hi Y/N! I’m sooooo sorry but i can’t watch Eloise tonight. I think I caught the flu and I’d hate to get her sick

Y/N sighed and shut her eyes. “You’ve got to be fucking me in the ass.” She groaned, forgetting that there was a 3 year old right next to her.

“Mommy, why did you say the fuck word?” Eloise asked causing her to groan louder.

She opened her eyes and put a smile on her face. She knew that Spencer’s phone was on silent and he probably wouldn’t be paying much attention to it while he was with his team.

“No reason baby.” She shook her head. “Go pick out an outfit for you to wear tonight, okay?”

Eloise furrowed her eyebrows. “Why?”

Y/N swiped Jaír out of her baby’s eyes. “Because Katie can’t come tonight so, we’re gonna go eat dinner with Spencer.”

Eloise squealed and crawled off of her mom’s bed and ran out into her room.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

When Y/N arrived at the house— the fucking mansion— she sighed and looked back at Eloise.

“Oh my dosh, Spenther’s fwiend wives in a princess castle!” The girl shouted, clapping her hands.

Y/N laughed. “Yes, he does live in a princess castle.” She took her phone off of the gps thingy in her car and got out.

She walked around the front of the car and got Eloise out of her car seat. “You ready?” She asked, hiking the girl up on her hip, and holding her fist out.

“Ready fweddy.” Eloise nodded and bumped her tiny fist on Y/N’s.

Y/N nodded and began to walk up the stone driveway. She got to the door, feeling her heart hammer in her chest. “Oh god, I can’t do this.” She whispered.

“Yeth you can mommy.” Eloise smiled and touched her mother’s cheek.

She kissed Eloise’s forehead and quickly pressed the doorbell. They heard the sound outside before hearing Spencer’s voice.

“That’s Y/N!” He said, trying to be quiet. “Don’t ask too many questions— Derek why are you sm- stop smirking.”

Y/N took a deep breath in and the door swung open. Spencer’s smile widened when he saw Eloise in her arms.

The woman shook her head. “I’m really sorry, my sitter canceled and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to find one on short notice and I’m really—“

“Y/N, Y/N.” Spencer stopped her. “It’s okay! I was hoping you’d bring Eloise anyway.” He said, looking at the kid. “I missed my girl anyways.” He smiled and Eloise held her arms out.

Y/N let Spencer take her out of her arms. “Are you sure this is okay? Do I look okay? Is my makeup-“

Spencer leaned forward to kiss her shortly. “Everything is fine.” He nodded.

Y/N nodded and smiled up at him nervously, following him as he moved back inside the house.

She walked behind him and heard a quiet gasp as they entered the dining room. “Oh my God, is that a child!?”

Y/N bit her lip and stood next to Spencer, smiling nervously and looking around at everyone. “Uh, guys this is Y/N.” He said nodding down at her. “And this is Eloise,” He noticed how Y/N stiffened under the team’s stares. He cleared his throat.

A blonde dressed in bright purple stood up and made her way towards them. “Oh my goodness!” She pulled Y/N into a hug causing a surprised noise to leave the woman’s mouth. “It’s so nice to meet you!” She pulled away and looked at the girl in Spencer’s arms. “And you too! Oh my gosh you’re adorable.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Y/N spoke.

“I’m Penelope!”

Eloise became shy and she waved, leaning into Spencer’s neck. Y/N giggled and said hi.

Then, everyone else walked up to them and introduced themselves to her and Eloise.

Derek and Savannah, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, JJ and Will and Aaron Hotchner all greeted her with a smile and a handshake— JJ hugged her.

When the blonde woman met Eloise, she glanced up at Spencer with wide eyes. “I’m JJ.” She told the girl.

“Hi JJ.” Eloise greeted quietly.

Y/N smiled and Eloise looked at her with wide eyes. “What’s wrong baby?” The girl waved her over and she walked over, leaning closer to her. Eloise whispered something in her mom’s ear.

A moment later, she pulled away from her and looked at Rossi. “I’m sorry, can we go use your bathroom?”

The man nodded. “Of course.” He smiled. “It’s right down that hallway to the left.”

“Thank you.” She nodded, taking Eloise from Spencer and nodding at him before walking to the bathroom.

The team waited until her heels stopped clicking and the bathroom door shut.

Derek scoffed. “So how exactly did you win her over?” He asked with a chuckle. Savannah slapped his arm.

Spencer rolled his eyes. “We met at this coffee shop near her apartment—“

JJ smiled. “What, like five years ago? I mean, that kid is huge!” She exclaimed in a hushed whisper.

He shook his head. “No Um… I met her six months ago. Eloise is Um… she’s not mine.” He hated saying because even though technically it was true, anything a father would do for his daughter, he’d do for Eloise.

“She’s adorable, Reid.” Emily spoke. “Oh, the kid is too.” She jokingly shrugged.

Spencer smiled and rolled his eyes. “She’s really nervous so can we please tone down the compliments.”

JJ’s eyes lit up. “Ooh! Maybe Eloise would like to play with Henry and Jack when dinner is cooking.” She pursed her lips. “They’re just in the back yard.”

Spencer shrugged. “We’ll have to ask her.” As if on cue, Y/N’s heels began clicking again and Eloise was saying things.

They came around the corner and /N was holding Eloise’s hand as they walked. She let go of her mother’s hand and ran up to Rossi, pulling on his pant leg. “Scuse me, mithter. Do you wive in a princess castle?”

The team laughed and Rossi bent down a bit. “I do live in a princess castle.” He nodded.

Spencer chuckled and leaned over to Y/N as the two of them went into a deep conversation about Eloise’s favorite princesses.

“Is it okay if she goes outside and plays with JJ and Hotch’s boys?” He asked.

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, of course. But you didn’t need to ask my permission.” She told him quietly. “I trust you, okay?”

Spencer nodded and kissed the side of her head before getting Eloise’s attention. “Hey, Eloisey do you wanna go play outside and meet some new friends?”

The girl nodded shyly and Spencer held out his hands. Eloise grabbed onto both and hopped onto his feet. Y/N laughed as he began to waddle towards the sliding doors behind the dining room table.

JJ went out before him so she could rally up the other kids. “Hey guys?” She called. Y/N followed behind Spencer and Eloise.

The boys stopped throwing the ball around and came running towards JJ. “Is dinner done yet, mommy?” Henry asked.

JJ chuckled. “Not yet honey. I wanted you and Jack to meet Spencer’s friends Y/N and Eloise.”

They looked up at the woman and then at the girl who held a small smile. “I’m Eloise.” She nodded. “You wike pwaying superhewoes?” She asked.

Jack nodded rapidly and Henry gasped. “We love playing superheroes.”

Eloise hopped off of Spencer’s feet. “Otay. I’m donna be the good one. You duys be da bad ones.”

She ran further into the yard and Y/N laughed, covering her mouth as they ran after her. “She’s gonna sleep gooood tonight.” She nodded with a smile.

Rossi tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Ooh.” She smiled. “What do you have?” She asked.

Rossi chuckled. “A whole damn cellar, sweetheart.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Emily, Penelope, JJ, Savannah and Y/N all stood around the kitchen island with their glasses of wine. The guys sat around in the backyard watching the kids play. “So…” Emily smirked. “How’s the sex?”

Y/N almost choked on her wine and took the glass away from her mouth, wiping her noir with a napkin. She giggled and kissed her teeth. JJ slapped Emily’s arm. “What? It’s a real question.” She shrugged.

The woman inhaled. “It’s fuckin’ mind blowing. He like a vagina wizard or something.” She laughed. The rest of the girls laughed as well.

They were consumed in conversation when the oven dinged. Y/N raised her hand. “I’ll go get the guys.” She told them.

She set her glass down and walked out of the kitchen and towards the sliding doors. The guy’s chairs were faced away from the door and she slowly open it. Before she called for them, she paused when she caught the end of their conversation.

“I think she was sent by God. She’s perfect.” Spencer’s voice was quiet but she smiled hearing every word. “A-and Eloise is the cherry on top. I didn’t know that I wanted kids until I met her. She’s the best. And she’s just like her mother.”

Y/N teared up and bit her lip as the guys all ‘awed’ and patted him on the back. “And I’m gonna marry her. I don’t know when but it’s going to happen.”

Her grin widened and she cleared her throat. “Um, I think dinner is ready.” She said quietly. They all turned back, not think that she had heard their entire conversation.

Rossi popped out of his chair and clapped. “Great! You’re gonna love my lasagna.” He nodded.

“Lasagna?” She repeated, glancing at her cute but very messy girl.

Rossi chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry. I made the kids chicken nuggets and fries.”

Y/N sighed in relief and laughed. She saw Eloise running up to her and she bent down. The girl ran and jumped into her arms. “Mommy, can Jack and Henry come over tomorrow!?” She asked.

Y/n spun her around. “We’ll have to ask their parents but it’s okay with me! Come on let’s go eat!”

Spencer smiled as he watched Y/N wiggle her around as they went inside.

He got so lucky.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

After dinner, the kids were watching a Disney movie in Rossi’s home theater and the adults were all standing around the kitchen island talking.

Spencer grabbed Y/N’s hand and she leaned over to him. “I love you.” She spoke quietly. “And thank you for being with me and Eloise.”

He kissed her cheek, knowing that the others were too immersed in conversation with each other. “I will always be with you.”

Y/N giggled. “And the girls might tease you at work for a little while.”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows with a smile. “Why?” He asked, rubbing his hand over her lower back.

“I may or may not have called you a vagina wizard.”

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I love this so much and I love that Y/N and Eloisey met the teammmmm!

The next chapter has some angst and it’s gonna be about Eloise’s 4th birthday! So excited!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter

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Shootin' Pool

fandom: smiling friends

prompt: charlie dompler/reader

words: 1,456

summary: You and your boyfriend's date started plain enough, just a few drinks at the local bar along with some stories and laughs. However, when his eyes landed on the worn-down pool table, he was eager to play. One problem? You don't know how to play pool, like, at all.

notes: Can you tell I've only played pool a few select times? Well anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! This was inspired by shooting pool with my family for Father's Day and I got the thought of Charlie holding you while teaching you to play pool and it was too cute to not write (even with my mediocre writing skills lol).

It started off with just a few drinks, a simple and easy date at a small local bar to say the least. 

However, just a few drinks left Charlie a little tipsy, a bit braver and rambunctious than before. 

“Man, I’m telling you, this shit was so funny I thought I was gonna pass out.” Your boyfriend was rambling about something that he saw on TV as you tried your best to listen.

It wasn’t because you weren't interested in what he had to say, it was more of the fact that in your drunken haze, it was hard to pay attention for long periods of time. 

His words started to mix together as you fell further deep into this hole, nodding your head and muttering the occasional ‘Mhm!’ or “Yep!’ so you put on the sort of facade that you were fully aware of what he was saying.

It went on like this for a couple of minutes before you were snapped out of your cycle by him slightly raising his voice while looking behind you, 

“Oh shit, they have a pool table?! Oh man, I haven’t played that since high school.”

You looked past your shoulder, a dimly lit corner sat a years-old pool table that a few patrons stood around but no one was actively playing it. 

“We should totally play babe.” Before you even had a chance to respond, your boyfriend was already on his way to the front table to rent the table. 

You could feel your stomach drop, you had never played pool before, and the feeling of embarrassing your drunk self in front of him was too much to bear.

You were going to have to brush them off because he was already on his way back with two cues and pool chalk. 

“Alright, I got the table for about two hours, that should give us plenty of time to play.” Stuffing his wallet into his sweatpants pocket, he handed you your cue.

He noticed your body was trembling slightly as he did so, making him slightly laugh to himself, “Oh shit, you don’t remember how to play huh?”

You took a deep breath. “Not just that, I’ve never played pool before…” Your voice trailed off, rubbing the stick between your fingers as you looked to the dirty carpet of the bar to avoid his gaze.

“Really? Never? You never had you and your friends scrape together enough cash to do some pool at a bowling alley or anything like that?” Charlie raised an eyebrow.

You shook your head and shrugged, “I grew up in a small town, all we had were small parks to smoke weed at or some shit.” 

A chuckle escaped his lips, “Got it, pool is simple enough to learn though. It’s all about the angles.”

Charlie walked along the table, setting up the pool balls into the rack in their starting positions before returning to your side. 

Clapping his hands together, he held up his cue, “Alright, so I’m just gonna do simple rules since you’re a first-timer.” 

“Like I said it’s pretty simple, see how the balls either have stripes or are solid colors? That decides the teams so I’ll be stripes and you be solids, ok?” 

You nodded, still fidgeting with your pool cue as he continued.

“And what you’re gonna do here is try to hit the white ball with your cue so your team balls can land into the nearest pocket,” He stopped midway through his sentence as he lined up his cue to the white balls and hit it, sending all the pool balls into different locations on the table. 

“Pockets are these things, by the way.” He pointed to the holes at each end of the table, which you gave a nod in return.

“What you’re NOT going to do is hit the 8 ball into a pocket until the end of the game when there are no other balls left,” He pointed to the ball and you recognized it immediately as it could easily be mistaken for an old child’s toy. 

“There’s a lot more rules but we’re just gonna play like this for now, alright?” 

A small smile appeared on your lips as you nodded, “Have you played this a lot hon?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah plenty of times. My uncle actually taught me how to play when I was a kid.” Charlie continued to hit one of the balls to try to land another into the pockets, succeeding in his goal as a ball zipped into the nearby hole. 

“Awesome, ok babe now you try.” Resting a hand on your shoulder, he gave you a small smile. 

Your stomach fluttered with butterflies, yeah, you could do this! Hell yeah, let’s do it!

You lined up the end of the cue to the white cue ball, having trouble with how you were holding the cue. Shit, it was hard. Charlie made it look so easy and yet here you were, already making mistakes as you dropped the cue from how hard you were holding it. 

Suddenly, you felt a body press against the back of your own, making your cheeks heat up as you knew exactly who it was. 

Charlie had picked up the cue from the ground and had it now in between his fingers as he guided it towards your own, putting his hands over yours as you held the cue.

“Here, you gotta hold it like this.” Charlie’s voice was soft as he placed the pool cue between your fingers, resting it between your index and middle fingers. 

“Alright perfect, uh- yeah, and your other hand goes here.” He guided your other hand to the end of the pool stick, your hand wrapping tightly around it in instinct.

You tried to focus, you really did but the feeling of your boyfriend pressed against you while you two were slightly shitfaced was too much for you at that moment. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest as he continued his non-intentional suffering.

“And you’re gonna pull back your arm like this,” He placed his hand on your elbow that was sticking outwards, slightly pulling it back.

“Alright, that- that should be good man.” He stood back, which made you release your breath, and admired his work, giving you a thumbs-up to let you know it was ok to shoot.

Taking a deep breath, you hit the cue ball that was lined up to a solid ball and successfully hit it into the pocket.

“Alright, yeah! That was great, you did great babe.” He walked up behind you, slightly stumbling over his own feet as he mumbled curse words to invisible hurdles on the ground. 

“Thanks!” You used the chalk to rub the end of your cue, blowing it like it was the end of a revolver after shooting a bullet. 

That earned a chuckle from the critter, “Calm down babe, you’re still a beginner.”

“Oh yeah? I bet I can beat you this round.” With an eyebrow raised, you challenged him as you raised your pool cue to his chest.

“What are you willing to bet? I’m all ears dude.” Crossing his arms, he raised his own brow as he leaned against the pool table.

“How about buying the next round of drinks?”

His smile grew as he let out another chuckle, “Fuck yeah, let's do it.”  

The two hours quickly passed, and multiple rounds of pool and drinks had been consumed between the two of you as you both laughed loudly over your now-drunken pool skills. 

The time for the pool table was over so you and Charlie were walking to the bus stop, bumping into each other as you tried to keep each other from not falling down. 

“Wait wait wait, I won babe! You- You lost, I swear to God!” His arm was wrapped around you as he struggled to keep you up.

You chuckled as you held onto him, your cheeks flushed when you spoke, “Nooo, I won! You messed up at the end remember, it was three to two!”

“Yeah, three for me and two for you!” You two eventually made it to the bus stop bench, laying your head on his shoulder which eventually slid down to his chest.

You struggled to keep your eyes open, giggling to yourself when you thought about the events that just unfolded. 

You felt his arm wrap around you, pulling you closer, “Tired?”

You hummed in response, earning a small laugh from him.

“Yeah, same. I’ll wake you up when the bus gets here, ok?” 

“Mmm, ok.” You responded, letting slumber take over your body as you listened to Charlie’s heartbeat to lull you to sleep.

[yourimagines]

I saw you write about UFC fighters could you do sfw and nsfw alphabet for Khamzat? I'm looking everywhere for Khamzat, but low key no one writes about him. I think he deserves some love too

of course he does, I'll start with a SFW one.

What he likes about you fluff

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Fluff

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: he adores that you love his family and friends, your always trying to understand them and even trying to speak their language. It really makes him proud to have a girlfriend like you.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: your soft hands, the way they fit perfectly in his hands and that they are so small and soft makes him all protective over you.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: he’s the big spoon, his arms wrapped over your shoulders, loosely wrapped around your neck as you snuggle your head against his arms.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: Staying at home, surprising you with gifts as you cook some dinner. He’s always trying to you help you out but he’s not very good at it, he just makes sure the table is set and your gift beautifully wrapped up.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He tries to tell you about what’s going on in his life but mostly he bottles his emotions away, causing him to burst everything out at the same time.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: he wants to marry you, live together and have a big family together. He wants it now but he waits for you to be ready for the next steps in life but when you are ready….

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: he brings you flowers, sends you flowers. Buys everything you like, gifting everything you want. Sometimes he treats you by giving his card when you go out shopping.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: he likes to hold you in the old school way but behind closed doors, your not married yet and wants to respect you but when you are married he will hold hands in public, sometimes fingers twined together.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: he gets angry and worried. He yells mostly in Russian and will knock somebody out if they don’t help you/him. He will pace around and thinks how stupid he is for letting this happen to you.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: yes but not in public places, he respects you and doesn’t like to embarrass you in front of others. The pranks you pull on each other are not mega but they are funny.

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: Slow with you on his lap so he can hold you by your waist, he loves to take it slow, to show you how much he loves you.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: buying gifts, driving you around, respecting you and making sure you know that, buying you flowers and all ways taking care of you. He also loves to kiss you and hold you in his arms.

M = Memory, favourite memory together: going to your first live fight night, he brought the best tickets and made sure you loved it, he got you some drinks and snacks. He made sure you met some of the fighters and took you out for food/dinner afterwards.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: Someone hurting you, like seriously hurting you.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: He’s silly with you, he likes to make these weird food combinations and watch cartoons with you.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Babe and honey

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: at home, watching some tv, training together in his home gym, going for a walk or swim, doing anything you want.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: that one song everyone puts under their Khamzat edits, when you hear that one, you think immediately about him.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: he’s open with you, he shares his secrets because he trusts you.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: it took two months for him to properly asked you to be his.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: angry, he will get angry and afterwards he’s the person who apologise and tries to make it up with you.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He doesn’t really like to show you off like a prize but he loves to bring you around his family, showing them your good to him and that he’s good for you.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: he would fight everybody (smash everybody). Nobody is talking crap about you, he will make sure of that.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He doesn’t see everything, he will see the basic things and knows when your not feeling well but that’s it, he doesn’t really know when your giving him these small hints.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: somewhere private, probably in a fancy hotel on a balcony.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: chilling around, your hands touching his back. After a good fight or training.

[viviettezheart]

{3} Ghost - Yato

Note! Smut, ghost!fem!reader, blowjob, not proofread…

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: a god meets a ghost…what could possibly go wrong. One cannot die the other one is already dead…

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: sorry for not being on time with the dates i was like really motivated but now i kinda lost motivation to write…

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Laying on your own grave in the cemetery was a weird feeling. You’re only 22 years old but died last year unfortunately because of a drunk truck driver who hit you as you were walking across the pedestrian path. The last thing you saw was your best friend waiting on the other side for you.

Its been now a year but no one visits your grave, not even your parents nor your best friend who saw you die in front of her eyes.

It made you sad as you saw all the other graves being visited from the family members while you visit your own grave in your ghost body. As you were laying there with your eyes closed until suddenly you felt the sun disappear…weird so you open your eyes only to be meet with a pair of ocean blue eyes. “Wa-Who are you?!” You asked, eyes widen as you noticed he could see you.

A human? Seeing a ghost? I don’t thinks so. “Or what are you?…”

“Name’s Yato!” He said enthusiastically with a big grin and hold his hand out for you. Does he not realize you’re a ghost. Ghosts can’t teach human but as you streched out your hand to shake it, you’re hand didn’t seep through it. “Are you human? Or also a ghost?” “No sweetheart i’m a god!” “A god?! “yes a god!” “…Oh god am i dreaming?” “Nope its all real…” “what is a god like you doing here at this cemetery?…” “your friend Maria prayed to me so i thought i could meet you in person and tell you her prayers!” The god spoke almost happily. How could he be so happy. Does he do things like that all the time…so many questions began to pop up in your head but you brushed them aside.

“What did she say?…” you gulped and looked up at him. “Dear y/n i hope you forgive me for that i couldn’t visit you…i deeply apologize and i miss you…i wish i could talk to you in person again…” He quoted. Tears began to escape your empty and hurt eyes. The god’s happy façade faded into a soft and empathetic expression. Thumb sliding along your lips as you turned your gaze away from the other graves and into his blue eyes.

“Don’t cry name your to pretty to cry…” yato bends down and smashes his soft lips against your cold ones. It took you by surprise as you hesitated to kiss him back but you felt like you could trust him so you kissed him back. It didn’t take long for him to pick you up and walk you bride style into his shrine…where you then meet Yukine.

Its been months now since you meet the god yato and his shinki Yukine. You three are basically like best friends except for the fact that yato and you are a thing. Yukine knows it but pretends to not know it. You were sitting with yukine at yato’s old shrine at the table on the floor when the door suddenly got slammed open making you two shriek. “Hello my two favorite people!” He said enthusiastically like always but this time it made you giggle. You actually found some people who visit you by being by your side 24/7.

You three have been sitting on the floor for a while now, watching a movie on the small tv that he found on the streets. It was a boring rom-com where you can’t really tell who loves who so when Yukine has fallen asleep with his head on the small desk on the floor you both decide it was a good idea to have some intimacy.

Quietly you sat yourself on his lap, facing him while wrapping your arms around his neck. One of his arms sneaked itself around your waist while the other one held your your underthigh as you were only hovering over his lap instead of fully straddling him. Sliding your hands down his torso to meet his crotch only to feel him already getting hard from nothing, you were only looking into his eyes but you guess your looks are this seductive to get him hard without even having to kiss or touch each other.

Yato began to blush a bit as you slide your body down while also sliding his pants with his boxers down. Freeing his hard cock. Your eyes widen a bit at the sight, licking your pink lips and stroking his dick. Yatos head falls back. Blue eyes staring at the run down ceiling but once you put your mouth on it his head falls forward, staring down at your innocent smiling face staring up at him. Yukine was still sleeping head down, deep in his slumber.

The tip of your tongue grazed his pink tip, licking the pre cum away and using is as lub for your hands to stroke the rest of his cock which wasn’t in your mouth. Moaning with him as yato whimpers almost whines as his hups buck up to meet your up and down bobbing head.

After a few minutes of him grabbing your hair and pushing your head up and down…helping you. Yato came inside your mouth and being the innocent girl you were you looked up at him again while opening your mouth, showing him the white cum his white cum just sitting in your tongue waiting to be swallowed which you did after giggling when yato blushed again…

“Thanks for the meal…” you kissed yatos lips as yukine slowly woke up at the same time as the movie ended.

[chalterdh22]

Day 5: Winter Soldier in I’m Not Ticklish

Lee: Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)

Ler: Y/N

Summary:  Bucky Barnes is having issues with his metal arm and being embarrassed by it.  You want to show him affection throughout his whole body, but he’s having a hard time letting you.  So, you do it your way, rather he admits it or not!

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  Mostly fluffy.

Bucky and you have been seeing each other for a few months now.  It hasn’t gone on the status of super intimate, but that’s mostly because he was afraid of physically hurting you.  But then again, you weren’t the typical lovey, dovey type either.  You were a tom boy growing up and had older brothers, so you had to be able to fend for yourself.

Still, you would every now and then want him to be intimate with you.  You would show him this by leaning on his arm while watching a movie.  He would drape his real arm around you.  He did very little his metal arm though, almost like he was embarrassed by it.

One evening, he was on the couch watching a comedy show.  Instead of taking your normal place on his right side, you squeezed in on his left.  He stiffened up a little bit as you put his metal arm around your shoulders.  You looked over at him smiling, seeing a deadpan face, that made you sad.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just….. nothing.”  Well, obviously you didn’t buy that for one second.

“Is it because I’m not holding on to your real arm or something?”

“Yeah, it’s just, I get more feeling from my real arm is all.” He shrugged and went back to watching the show.

“So, you have more feeling on your right side?”

“I guess.”  For some reason this sparked an image.  He didn’t say he had more feeling with his right arm, he said side.

“So, can you feel me do this?” I asked as I stroked his metal bicep.

“Yeah, but it’s not the same feeling as if it were my right.”

“But you can feel this?”  He nodded his head yes, still looking at the tv.  He seemed to be loosening up a little.  Not so stiff as he first was.  “What about this?”  I traced my fingers under his metal arm.  He simply nodded he could feel it. 

I looked at his left side, and his shirt had a little hole in it where his armpit was.  I couldn’t tell though if it was real skin or still apart of the metal contraption.  He had never taken it on or off in front of me either, so I really didn’t know where it started and ended.  Still, no time like the present to investigate.

“It’s kind of nice though, not having much feeling on the one side.  It would help with any pain or discomfort someone was trying to cause you.”

“Sure.”  He agreed, still watching tv.  By this time though, his should were completely relaxed with his fake arm around me.  I shifted in my seat a bit, and took a finger and slowly, stealth like, or at least I thought I was being, stuck it through the hole in his shirt.  “What are you doing?” He turned to me with a small grin, which made my heart melt.

“You have a tiny hole in your shirt.”  I pointed out.

“And the 6-year-old in you wants to poke it and make it bigger?”  he asked, teasingly. 

“Yup.”  He shook his head a let out a small giggle, looking back at the tv.  He still had a small smile on his face.  I put my finger in the hole again, except further and felt the seam of real and metal.  I got no reaction though.

So, I traveled my finger down towards his real skin and boy did he feel that!  He flinched and flattened his arm to his side, removing it from my shoulder.  I was grinning watching him as he tried to figure out what to say or do.

“What?” I asked sweetly.  “I thought you couldn’t feel well on your left side.”  He cleared his throat, trying to be more serious.

“I can feel a little, just not that much.”

“Oh.” I took his arm in my on hand and pulled it on my lap to rest it, while my hand that was closest to him tripped up his side where his ribs were showing through his tight fitted shirt. 

“He-ey!  What are you doing?”  He jumped away from me.

“I’m just trying to see where you are and aren’t sensitive is all.”  Again, acting really sweet and innocent about the whole thing.  He knew though, where this was going.  I couldn’t tell though if he actually like it or not.  “Do you want me to switch sides?”

“No, it’s fine.  I guess I’m a little more sensitive than I remember.

“That’s one word for it.” I smiled.

“What?”

“You’re ticklish!”  I all but yelled at him.

“No, I’m not!”  He said, in a cocky way, looking away from me again.

“Prove it!” I was now turned directly to him on the couch.

“Will you let it go then?”

“I will try.  Come on!  It’s not everyday I see a good laugh out of you!  Let me have these few minutes, puh-leeease!”

“You are such a child.”  He said, shaking his head briefly.

After he said that, I went in and started massaging his ribs with a few of my fingers.  He totally flinched, tried to pin his arm on my hand, but I could tell he didn’t want to hurt me, because it would inevitably crush my hand.  So, then I swooped my other hand right on his hip bone and squeezed.  That got him to jump up to a full standing position, staring right down at me with a huge smile.

“What?”  I looked up at him with big eyes, patiently.

“Your turn now!”  Oh, no…..

[fandomficsnstuff]

Planning

(Warnings: Some angst, angsty fluff, fluff and some fluff at the end<3)

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Carl knocked on the doorframe as the door stood open, Daisy raising her head, thinking that maybe Maggie or Glenn had come back from the meeting early but she frowned when she saw that it was Carl, holding Judith. “Hey…” he muttered and she studied him before looking back at the small notebook she had with her, “hey” she muttered as she continued to write with a pencil that grew increasingly shorter with each page being filled. “What are you writing?”

“Names…”

“Names?”

“Of everyone…” she admitted, Carl studying her before walking inside with Judith, sitting on the windowsill with her in his lap and Daisy smiled at the baby girl. “She’s so cute” she muttered and Carl smiled and looked down at his sister “she is… she looks like my mom, doesn’t she?”

“She does… especially the eyes” Daisy agreed and Carl looked back up at her, the two sharing a brief look with faint smiles before she went back to writing names. It had barely been a few days since she moved out and moved in with Maggie and Glenn and he had to admit that he missed her. A lot. He missed seeing her, watching her babysit Judith and smile, he missed making her smile. And laugh…

“What kind of names are you writing?”

“Everyone who died…” she admitted quietly before frowning, without a doubt searching her memory for a last name or something before writing it down, adding a few more names before putting the book away on the nightstand with the pencil neatly placed on top of it. “Can you really remember all of them?”

“Yeah… I remember the names… I don’t know why, though” she admitted and Carl got up, walking over and sitting down on the bed where she was sitting, placing Judith on the bed and the baby girl lit up when she saw Daisy, crawling over to the middle of the bed against the wall where Daisy sat, who grinned and picked her up halfway, placing her in her lap. “She misses you…”

“I don’t think she’s old enough to miss me like that…”

“She does” Carl insisted with a smile, making Daisy smile as well when she looked at him. “She has your mom’s nose too” Daisy noted and Carl smiled “yeah, I’ve noticed that too… Do you look like your mom? Or… your dad?”

“You’ve seen my dad” she pointed out with utter amusement, laughing quietly “do you really think I look like him?” she asked jokingly and Carl laughed, gently shaking his head “not really, no” he admitted and she chuckled, looking back down at a grinning Judith “my mom always said I looked like my grandma…” Daisy remembered and gave a faint smile at Carl, who smiled in return “do you remember them?”

“Bits and pieces… but not really, no… I remember faintly that she had a garden out in front of her house, she had flowers there, all kinds, but daisies were her favorite” she admitted, Carl grinning “is that why you prefer Daisy instead of your name?”

“I remember that she used to call me her little daisy” she admitted sheepishly and Carl smiled “she sounds nice” he stated and she nodded in agreement “I think she was. I think my grandpa was too… I remember him letting me sit on his lap as he watched sports on the tv but I’m not sure if it’s even a real memory” she admitted, Carl shrugging lightly “I think it is.”

“You do?”

“Yeah” Carl stated with a shrug, smiling at Judith with a big grin. “Daisy? We’re back! We have to talk” Glenn called out, Daisy frowning at Carl, handing him Judith before scooting out of bed, Carl following her downstairs. “Hey, pie” Maggie greeted, a frown forming on her brows when she saw Carl coming down right after her with Judith. “Carl, you should talk to your dad” Glenn stated softly, Carl studying them before nodding, turning to Daisy “see you?”

“Yeah, sure” she nodded, watching him leave with Judith and Maggie sighed, approaching Daisy and sitting her down at the dining table with Glenn. “So… what?”

“We’re gonna fight” Maggie admitted, Daisy nodding with a light sigh “‘n Glenn and I have talked, and you should talk to your uncle ‘bout this… I’m going to keep watch on the perimeter-”

“But-”

“It’s alright, pie… we’re gonna fight for this place, for the Hilltop, ‘n this is the safest way that I can do it. You need to talk to your uncle about all of this…”

“Then I’m going to be on watch with you too” Daisy stated with a shrug, arms crossed over her chest and Maggie smiled softly at her “talk to your uncle ‘bout that, alright? But no matter what, if he says no to anythin’, you have to listen, pie… don’t go off thinkin’ of doing your own thing, not now, not this time” Maggie stated softly, Daisy studying her before nodding, Maggie nodding as she sighed “best go talk with him ‘bout this now. Go on, now” she urged and Daisy nodded, standing up, giving Maggie a brief hug before moving over to Glenn who hugged her, kissing the top of her head briefly before gesturing to the door “go on” he muttered, mostly to himself, and Daisy nodded, leaving the house to walk down the street to the house Daryl and Carol stayed in. She walked inside, looking around to find Daryl in the kitchen, an odd sight. He was sitting on the counter, fiddling with something on his hunting knife until he heard the door open and close, lifting his head up to see Daisy. “Hey” Daisy muttered, walking over and Daryl sighed heavily, putting his things away and got off of the counter, leaning against it “hey” he replied quietly, the two of them just standing there, a bit awkwardly, before he spoke up “you ain’t comin’ in with us, understand? I know you wanna help but you ain’t helpin’ with that… you’ll be outside, a’ight? With Maggie ‘n Carol” he admitted quietly, watching how she lit up at his words and he shook his head “you do as they tell you, a’ight?” he asked sharply but his sharp tone and harsh expression was gone the second she hugged him tightly, surprising him, but he eased into the hug, hugging her back. “Thank you, uncle Daryl… I just-... I don’t want to be on the sidelines all the time…” she stated quietly, Daryl taking in her words before sighing, hugging her a little tighter as he nodded “a’ight…”

“Can I crash here?”

“Sure, I’ll take the couch” he muttered casually, moving towards it when Daisy scoffed and made a run for it, somehow managing to vault herself over the back of the couch and land in the seat without breaking every bone in her body, destroying the couch or the coffee table in front of it, a proud smirk on her lips as she took up all of the couch, not that she was long enough that he couldn’t find a spot if he was truly dedicated to it, but he just scoffed and lifted up her feet, sitting down before placing them back in his lap as he got comfortable on the couch, Daisy giggling at the compromise. She had a grin on her face until she suddenly didn’t, Daryl noticing in an instant and he poked her foot, catching her attention “hey” he stated and she studied him before looking down at her hands, fiddling a little with them “I wish it could be like this… like if everything hadn’t happened… like if-... if that shop owner hadn’t been robbed that day… if he hadn’t died… if dead people hadn’t come back to life… I don’t think I’d be doing well in school…” she muttered, Daryl studying her with a frown before scoffing quietly “whatchu talking ‘bout? Why not?”

“I didn’t do well before” she pointed out and Daryl sat up a little straighter, Daisy mimicking him, pulling her legs to herself as she turned to face him on the couch, crossing her legs as she picked at her pant leg and a loose string by her ankle. “Lotta shit went on before” Daryl pointed out, Daisy nodding, keeping her head down “do you think momma is alive?...”

“Don’t know… Why? You been thinkin’ ‘bout her?”

“Not really… I just-... she was high and with some stranger when I left… and I took the gun under the sink with me. I didn’t want her to do something with the gun like last time…”

“Last time?” Daryl asked a little more sternly, Daisy’s cheeks turning red as she looked like a deer in headlights “what happened ‘last time’??”

“Nothing-”

“Delilah…”

“She-... she had been drinking a little and a friend of hers was over and he gave her something in a bag and after she took it she kept talking about the FBI and CIA watching us…”

“She hurt you?”

“No! No, she just-... she didn’t hurt me, she just-... shot at the wall a couple of times… and…”

“And?”

“And-... she turned to me and asked me if I could see them. She asked if they were dead… and she was smiling…”

“Whatchu say?...”

“I said ‘yes’… it seemed to make her happy and calm her down” Daisy muttered quietly, Daryl running a hand over his face in anger and although he’d never laid a hand on a woman, if his niece’s mother was here right now, he would have been close to knocking her out for this. “This ‘friend’, was he there when you left?”

“No, it was some other friend… they were doing gross things in the living room…” Daisy admitted with a scrunched up nose and Daryl scoffed, hiding an amused smile behind his hand, the only source of amusement for him being the way she had scrunched up her nose. “‘s good you came, ya know… ‘n took the gun with ya” he stated and she forced a smile and nodded, looking up at him briefly before sighing “so… when are we leaving?” she asked and he wished to God that he didn’t know what she was talking about, but he did, and he wished to hell and back that she wasn’t coming along with them, but she was. Honestly, she’d probably have strapped herself on top of the RV in order to come with them, whether they wanted it or not.

“Tomorrow” he replied and she nodded, a small silence filling the room before she slouched back down on the couch, placing her legs up over his again to get comfortable, grabbing a pillow to put under her head and Daryl scoffed. “A’ight then, but you ain’t gettin’ rid ‘f me that easily” he stated and she smirked “I wouldn’t have made it this far if it was that easy” she stated quietly, smiling at Daryl who scoffed and gently slapped her legs “c’mon, we’re meetin’ with the others to go over this” he stated and she nodded and got up after him, following him out of the house and towards the others. 

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Daisy stood at the end of the table as the man drew the map, silent, drawing in her own notebook with the worn down pencil that had small bite marks at the top of it. Her eyes flickered between what the man drew and her own notebook, taking note of everything, writing down notes so small that Maggie could barely read them when she peeked over her shoulder. As they continued to talk, Daryl noticed how Daisy’s ears wiggled every once in a while, as if she was on a different wavelength and sometimes tuned in on their station, catching glimpses of what they were saying, putting it together in her head and then continued writing and drawing, a small smirk on his lips at the sight. How the hell did her mom and Merle make her? How the hell did she come from either of them? He knew how, of course, but… how?

“We’ve done more with less” she stated suddenly and he was thrown back into the conversation, eyes lifting to look at her as she finished writing a sentence, closing her notebook and reaching over, pulling out the first sheet of paper that the man drew on, pointing at the lot. “It’ll be at night, so visibility is low. They want Gregory’s head, and they’ll get it. He put up a fight, which surprised everyone, you had to break his nose. You made sure to mercy him before cutting off his head as proof. You’ll bring it to them, late at night, showing them the head. You’ll have to get up close or they’ll have to come to you, either way we get them. They’re the lookouts, and since it’s night it’s highly unlikely that there are more than those two, though if they had a brain, they would have more” she commented the last part under her breath before pulling up the second sheet of paper, gesturing to the hallway “we’ll secure the pantry and once we’ve confirmed it’s location we’ll likely split up and go down each hallway, securing any armory and weaponry there is” she stated plainly, standing back up straight, Rick trying to hide his smirk, as did everyone else, except Jesus, the man who had drawn aaaaand… Daryl. “‘We’... ‘We’” he stated firmly and gestured to everyone but her, Carol and Maggie, and Daisy blushed a little before forcing herself to shrug “of course” she stated quietly, awkwardly clearing her throat “but my plan… it’s good, right?”

“Yeah… yeah, it actually is” Rick agreed, gesturing to a very proud Daisy “I agree. They want Gregory’s head, so we’ll give it to them, let them open up the place for us” he stated and Daisy grinned “so am I coming along tomorrow to help find-”

“No”

Pretty much everyone except Jesus and the guy who drew the map spoke in unison, Daisy pouting a little and Rick smirked at her “don’t worry, we won’t start anything without you” he almost teased and Daisy was about to say something when Daryl whistled briefly and sharply, catching her attention “go home, get some sleep” he ordered softly and she thought about saying no before just deciding to agree, turning around and leaving for the house.

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A single lamp was on inside the living room when Daryl returned to the house, he carefully opened the door, peeking inside at the living room to find her laying on the couch. She had closed her eyes, probably already miles away by the state of how relaxed she looked, his heart aching, bleeding for her and he saw that little girl that she was a nearly two years ago, laying on the couch at the Greene farm after having bolted after Rick when Carl was shot, not even stopping to catch her breath and the second she was there she had offered up her blood, only to practically pass out when she was told that it wouldn’t be possible and there was nothing she could do but wait. He studied her a while longer before nodding to himself, reaching over and grabbing a blanket from the chair nearby, unfolding it and laying it across her to cover her. He quietly and carefully reached down and picked her up, carrying her to his bedroom, laying her down on the bed, making sure she was under the covers, the lights were off and the curtains were drawn. He sat at the edge of the bed a while longer, studying her. He remembered how dirty and greasy her hair had been every time he saw her when she was a little kid, her mom dropping her off to party or get high and drunk, or all three together. The only time she ever looked happy, well-fed and clean was when she had been staying with her grandparents whenever Merle refused to let Daisy be dropped off at his place, usually because Daryl wasn’t around to take care of her.

Now she was in a real bed for the first time in years. Her hair was clean… -ish... Her clothes were clean, sort of, but she wasn’t dirty, her hair wasn’t greasy and matted, she didn’t have to go to school in old tattered clothes with shoes held together by duct tape. Though she still refused to part from her red converse sneakers and jeans, both having a few straps of duct tape on in their respective places, though it made it easy to track her, looking for the shoeprint of half a shoe and then duct tape. He nodded slightly to himself before quietly getting up, leaving the room but leaving the door ajar so if she woke up, she wouldn’t panic too much, she still had nightmares, Rick and Michonne had told him that, as had Maggie and Glenn when she moved in with them, that sometimes they’d hear her sobbing at night and Glenn would be the only one who could calm her down and sit with her, not even Maggie could, possibly because Glenn had known her longer, since the start of everything, the start of this new world.

He’d keep an ear open throughout the night for her.

[exclusivecolette]

LOVE AGAINST ALL ODDS

PT.1

(Sorry if the title doesn’t really match the story. I struggled figuring one out. first story so please bare with me.)

(if you aren’t blonde or don’t apply to the features, you can just put your own features in. i just put my features because i didn’t really know what else.)

summary: a girl starts to fall in love with a boy in class. But, her abusive parents are extremely strict (ignoring the fact she’s even old enough to drive.) And what is she gonna do when she realizes, he isn’t just some crush.

TW in the chapter: abusive parents, family drama, cussing

“i’m so sick of this shit” i yell turning around walking into the door frame. “language!” satan yelled following after me. I turn around making eye contact with her. “mom im not a kid anymore” i say going to shut the door. “im not treated you like one by saying you can’t date.” my mom yelled back.

“how old am i?” i ask looking her straight in the face as she looked back with confusion. “16! you can’t tell me who i can and cannot date. you saw me hugging one boy. great now i’m pregnant!” i roll my eyes shutting the door. “i’m telling your father!” fuck. “i don’t care” i shouted back sitting on my bed. fuck.

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I heard the front door shut. About 5 minutes passed before i heard footsteps toward my door. I had my tv on. “turn that off” my dad said clenching his jaw. I obliged almost shaking in fear. “when your mom tells you something, you listen you understand me?” he got closer until he was in front of my bed.

“dad she said-“ a sharp pain spread across the side of my face. My hand reached up to my cheek then was quickly jerked away. “do not talk back to me. you nod and listen that’s it.” he yelled still holding a tight grip on my wrist. I nod as a tear went down my face. He let go and before walking out said “and clean up your room” there’s a single shirt on the floor.

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I woke up feeling like shit. I stumble over to the bathroom, use it. I sit at my vanity. great. There was a bruise almost shaped like a hand on my cheek. A bruise concealer couldn’t cover. And the mark around my wrist. Small towns usually seem to keep quiet.

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Fourth period is so fucking borin- “if you could be any animal what would it be?” a brunette asked next to me. god. “i don’t know matt” i put my face in my hands. “i would be a dog preferably a-“ he paused. I looked up confused on the silence. “what happened to your wrist?” he asked sitting up from his lounging position.

I quickly put my hand over it. Nosy bitch. “nothing mind your business” i say looking away. He just silently sat back. i’m such dick.“i-id be shark.” i sigh looking at him. He just nodded, he looked kinda bummed out. did i make him upset? “why do you have an owl tattoo?” i ask turning my body more to face him. “i just wanted it” he said.

“i like owls, they’re so pretty.” i say turning completely towards him. I saw his eye twitch and he cleared his throat. he’s looking at my cheek. I undo the piece of hair tucked behind my ear. “you have a lot of tattoos. we’re only in highschool” i let out a small laugh and turn back in my seat so he couldn’t see it.

“i like them” he shrugged. “i like them too” i shrug and turn back in my seat.

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I had just put my bag on my shoulder when someone bumped into me while running down the hallway with their friends. I fell towards someone. “you alright?” i look up to the boy id talk to earlier. “god.” i scoff looking back to the people that shoved me. Matt let out a chuckle.

“fucking prick” i mumble and realize matt’s hands were still on me. “sorry” i say taking a step back and he took his hands off me. his hands were soft. “hey are you going to the game tonight?” he asked. “the hockey game?” i ask. yes the only fucking game tonight. why am i so stupid? “yeah” he insured.

“yeah i go to all of them” i say shrugging. “yeah i remember seeing you at our last one. When we won you looked like you hadn’t gotten in trouble for something.” he smiled “oh you play?” i asked “um yeah you didn’t know?” he asked confused . “no i go because i um have to, my brother plays. Charlie. i just read” i look away in embarrassment.

“yeah i remember seeing you holding one” he laughed. “well i’ll see you tonight” i smile. “if you look up from your book” god am i blushing? i feel like i’m blushing. fuck. “yeah whatever i’ll look for you” i smile about to walk away. His cheeks got red. matt sturniolo blushing?

[astralfms]

you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed JULIAN HENDRICKS walking by . don’t tell me you don’t know who he/him is ? they kind of look like mason gooding and i could be wrong but i think that they might be 27 years old right now . they’ve been living in palmview for the last sixteen years and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of jim halpert from the office . if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at sunset villas as a realtor . you see this town isn’t really that big of a place , some folks like to call them the charmer of palmview ! they took a liking to the name too after a while , go figure . oh crap , they must have heard me yapping , they’re coming this way . i got to warn you though , rumor has it they can pretty reckless at times . i wouldn’t take it too seriously though , from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty thoughtful to me . we see each other all the time since they live in that two bedroom apartment beside me over in sunny shores . i better leave you to it , it was nice meeting you .

STATISTICS:

full name: julian andrew hendricks

nicknames: juju ( mom only )

birthday: december 12, 1996

hometown: palmview, florida

occupation: real estate agent

hobbies: self proclaimed movie buff, occasional amateur dj, frequent dog walker

lives: sunny shores

from humble beginnings, julian’s story begins in a small bungalow in palmview, florida. rented to own by eliza and jerome hendricks, the couple decided to begin their family with his older sister, julian following only 26 months after. deciding their family was complete, the two dedicated their limited resources to ensuring their children had the most fulfilling childhood possible. his love for movies began at an early age, orange vhs tapes racking up by the stack and julian begging his parents to spend hours in front of the tv. he’d spend his time mimicking the characters, analyzing their movements and re-enacting the scenes for his family after dinner. noticing his spark for acting, julian’s parents signed him up for various auditions.  this starts his stint as a childhood actor, moving the family from tiny palmview to bustling los angeles, all for the sake of his career. attending a traditional school at first, julian starred in different plays for his elementary and middle schools, along with snagging different background appearances and commercials from time to time. it was never a secret to him that this was a job, becoming more prevalent to him after landing a key role in a children’s film. constant press tours, appearances, filming, and trying to finish seventh grade all at the same time became too overwhelming, his parents noticing his passion fading and his stress rising. small outbursts from him began to occur, leading the hendrick’s family to retire julian’s acting career and move themselves back across the country. the transition wasn’t easy, reeling at his fall from grace and his return to ‘normal’ life, times were rocky in the hendrick’s house for the next few years. it’s not until he lands a minor role in his tenth grade production of the crucible that julian begins to mellow out again, finding joy amongst his cast mates. this joy included his crush that would consume him for the next two years, auditioning for roles only for the chance to be her counterpart. his love for movies returned, subscribing for a membership at the local theater’s movie club that he still holds to this day. life had returned to what it once was, julian finding new passions while finding ways to honor the old ones.  college comes and he’s faced with a crossroads: go for juilliard’s acting program and try again for his dreams, or follow his crush to the university of florida and pursue a degree in business. julian chooses the latter, despite the urging of his family, and begins his stay at u of f, a proud resident for the next four years. the first semester of his freshman year proved to be nothing he’d expected, his lack of commitment and focus on his studies causing the downfall of his potential relationship. with the loss of her, and the realization he’d chosen the wrong path, julian found himself lost and wandering. the next few years are very much look down and grind ( with the occasional party ), determined to graduate with honors and land a decent job in real estate after graduation. it’s the least he can do, he figures.  post graduation has been dedicated to finding himself. he’s settled in his real estate job and managing financially, trying to figure out where he fits in outside of his own expectations. aside from spending time with his family, he can be found doing showings and open houses during the day, and producing amateur dj sets or rewatching his ten favorite movies by night. it’s a simple life, which he’s convinced himself he prefers. 

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #222

Do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything? I mean... compared to the lives of ordinary adults my age, that would be most days for me. I have nothing but free time and I'm not exactly skilled at putting it to good use.

Have you ever experienced something paranormal? I firmly believe I have, at the bare minimum of twice. I think an old home of mine was haunted or some shit, weird things happened there.

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been stuck in traffic? Hell if I know. I'm sure it was while traveling, though.

What museums have you visited, if any? I literally think I've only visited one, the local one in my city... which is abysmally depressing to say. I love the idea of museums, and the one we have here is immensely sub-par. I would love to visit a good one, especially one with fossil displays.

Have you ever dealt with noisy neighbors or roommates? How did that go? No, thankfully. I mean, our current neighbor's dog doesn't shut up half the time, but unless I'm not listening to something in the spare room (the room closest to where she is in the neighbor's [fenced] yard), I don't hear her in here.

Have you ever taken a woodshop class? No.

What area of math are you best at? Worst? I suck at all math. According to the autism eval I took, I apparently need an IEP in mathematics. During my last college attempt, I literally failed ALGEBRA ONE miserably, but I will say I really didn't like how my teacher taught, he was all about weird shortcuts. Even when I tried tutoring though, I was humiliated that just nothing made sense. It's a bit strange, though; up through high school, I could handle math, but it was always my weakest subject. I wasn't an A student in it. I just go so much worse when I left high school. I don't know if it could be the results of overmedication (which I hold responsible for my memory issues), trauma (trauma can have effects you wouldn't guess, and I firmly believe it altered how I process information), or what.

How do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you? I get excited. I love music, so it's something to bond over.

Do you believe in luck? Why or why not? "In a sense. Sometimes you're just in the right place at the right time, or "the stars align." But as a force, not really." <<< Literally this.

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? Only if the food is messy, and I don't generally like eating messy food anyway because *I* don't like getting messy.

Have you ever considered going to art school? I went to the Art Institute of Pittsburgh Online and got scammedddddd <33333

Is there anyone in your life who consistently angers you? My sister's shitty husband.

Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class? No.

Are your parents supportive of you? Yes. Mom WAY more actively than Dad, but.

How often do you take the train to go places? Never.

Have you ever participated in a mock trial, or a real trial? No.

Do you have the right time set on your microwave? Yes.

Do you have any old newspaper articles? Why? No.

Do you have a flat screen tv or just a regular box? We have a decently large flat-screen. It's not something we could ever afford now; it's as old as when my parents were still together.

Do you have a radar detector for your car? No.

Have you ever been arrested? For what? No.

Do you know how to change the oil in your car? Nope.

Do you like Tootsie Rolls? I don't.

Are you seeing anybody currently? I've been dating the same someone for almost three years now.

Do you like it when it snows? I fucking love when it snows. It doesn't happen often here. It sticks even less often.

Where do you do most of your shopping? Walmart.

Do you have a big yard? Big no, the front and back are very small.

Do you live in the country or the city? A development just outside a city. Still basically city.

At what age did you obtain your driver license? I'm 28 and still don't have it; I probably never will. It is better for me and everyone else on the road. I WISH I could drive, but it's just not a safe option right now.

What are you favorite kind of chips? Hot crunchy Cheetos

Where did you go today? My primary doctor for a check-up. Our car is still toast so we were lucky enough that they offered transportation.

Are you sleepy right now? Extremely. I stayed up way too late last night to have to wake up early like I had to.

What color is your mousepad? Black.

Do you get your eyebrows waxed? No. I don't care enough.

Has anyone given you flowers recently? Not recently.

Has anyone you know been arrested recently? No.

Do you have more than 1 email address? Yes.

Do you have central heating and air? Yes. Especially this time of year, I'd fucking die without it.

Are there any plants in your house? There's a decent amount because of Mom. I think it's mostly pothos.

Do you prefer cold or warm weather? COLD

Do you prefer bar or liquid soap? Liquid, I hate bar soap.

Do you wear any perfumes/colognes on a regular basis? No.

Do you have high or low self-esteem levels? Abysmally low.

When was the last time you listened to a song on repeat? What was the song? Um... I feel like it was a good few days ago. "Zwitter" by Rammstein.

Do you like mint or orange-flavored chocolate? Mint, yes. I don't feel like I've tried orange-flavored chocolate. I can imagine myself not liking the combo, but I can't guarantee that.

When was the last time you burnt your mouth from eating something too hot? Around a week ago when Mom made chicken fried rice.

What is your favorite foreign language to listen to? (In music or speech) I like how German sounds, but I also think I have a bias because when I hear it, I like to see how much I can translate.

Do you prefer instrumental songs or ones with lyrics? Lyrics.

Name something simple that makes you happy. A cold drink when I'm really thirsty. Sunrises and sunsets. The sound of rain. I'm very pleased that I'm pretty good at identifying small happinesses.

What is your favorite instrument to listen to? Electric guitar, violin, harp, piano, lots others.

Pick one: Books, movies or music? Music.

What was the last book you read about? It was a book in the Warriors series, in the "A Vision of Shadows" arc. The books are pretty thick with various events, but the primary plot was the Clans coming together to oust an invasion of murderous rogues that nearly destroyed their way of life.

When was the last time you used a quote from a movie in real life? I don't really do this unless I'm joking and making an obvious reference. I don't remember what it was anyway, though.

Can you put your legs behind your head? Hell no.

Do you forget things easily? You would not BELIEVE how horrendous my memory is. Like it is unfuckingreal. I feel like being overmedicated for so, so long is the reason, it just ate away at my brain.

The last song you listened to: Did it have a male or female vocalist? Male.

Have you ever had braces? Do you need them? I did as a pre-teen/teenager.

What does your voice sound like? (Loud, quiet, high-pitched, etc) I think it's somewhat deep for a woman, but not to where it sounds traditionally masculine. I tend to stutter and I can either talk too quietly or, if I'm excited or in some way passionate or just confident in an explanation, I've had it pointed out I speak too loudly.

What was the last topic you read about on Wikipedia? So I opened the page to Kamala Harris's political policies, but I promptly left it and read on a platform that isn't edited by random-ass people and wouldn't be rife with biases. I feel like in light of... recent events, I need to be more aware than ever of the policies of people who have a chance of having a say in my country's politics. I don't like Biden (But DO NOT BE MISTAKEN, I hate Trump a HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL of a lot more), but I have this hope that maybe Kamala will replace him. How, figure it out yourself.

Have you ever donated money to Wikipedia? No, that would be so low on my priorities of things to donate to if I even had money.

What board games did you play when you were growing up? A lot of Cranium brand games, Candyland, Life (modified rules to be easier for kids), Monopoly (modified rules for same reason), Mouse Trap (ngl we mostly played with the parts than the actual game haha), Operation, Checkers, I had a Crocodile Hunter game I loved, Battleship, lots of others. We had a big stock of board games to choose from.

Do you know any sign language? No.

When was the last time you bought new clothes? What did you get? Holy hell I have no idea.

Do you ever watch streamers on Twitch? Hazelnuttygames, sometimes. She's a WoW streamer.

Has your house ever been broken into? How did you find out? There was an attempt at my childhood home, but they didn't get in.

What do you usually eat for breakfast? Generally cereal.

Are you overwhelmed right now? Ha! Not as bad as I was yesterday. I reached a capacity of stress yesterday that for the vast majority of the day, I completely shut down. I don't remember the last time I was that stressed because of just everything going on in my life and in my country.

Did you share a bedroom with someone when you were growing up? My younger sister Nicole, yes.

How many group chats are you in? Do you participate in them much? I'm in one with Mazzy and Tez, and that's the only group chat I truly contribute to. I'm in the Tumblr community's Rammstein Discord, and I talk only rarely because it's just so busy and overwhelming that I get stressed trying to keep up lol.

Are you still in touch with any of your exes? No.

What do you do for work? I am humiliated to be my age (and not considered properly disabled) and not work. I'm trying my best to build a freelance nature photography career, but... that's a monumental task, if I'm honest. But I'm still trying. Freelance art is FUCKING HARD to make a living with.

Were you upset when you found out certain things weren’t real? (Santa, Tooth Fairy…) No. I was old enough by then to have doubted, so I wasn't surprised.

Name something you’re proud of. Brag a little bit. One of my proudest achievements is getting a Daily Deviation on deviantART. It's the biggest honor you can get on the site and is (generally, especially without connections) very hard to obtain.

Which store would you like to win $1000 for? Rebel's Market.

Do you pay any attention to celebrity drama? No. The only celeb drama I've ever paid attention to was when Till from Rammstein was forced into it by a sexual misconduct accusation. He's fucking innocent btw, this is well-supported, but Germany tends to hate Rammstein for unsound reasons and will NEVER cover the positives of the band. Any time his accuser was revealed to be full of absolute bullshit, their popular media never covered it. I don't want ANY assumptions made about me and my stance on sexual assault involving celebrities, you take EVERY accusation seriously and I kept my mouth shut while the investigation went down, I wanted the facts, and the facts are fucking nothing was found that damned Till. I don't defend him because he's in a band that I love, I defend him because of the absolute fucking lack of evidence and the documented bullshittery of Shelby (accuser). If there was actual evidence that Till was a sexual predator, I would drop my support of him so fuckin' fast, I can stake my life on that. I don't fuck with sexual predators, whether I'd originally liked them or not. I don't play that "but that's my homie!!!" game. WOW this was a ramble but I feel very strongly on this, it was such an ordeal.

What popular food do you dislike? Fried chicken wings. A LOT of things if I think about it for a moment.

Do you have any cats? Yes, Roman.

How many slices of pizza can you eat in 1 sitting? Rarely two; I usually have three. If I'm incredibly hungry, four. Of course, this does depend on the size of the slices.

[not24opposumsinatrenchcoat]

I will claw my way out

Yellowjackets x TLOU ~ Ellie and reader

Uhhh this is just a teaser really, I haven’t finished the rest of the first full chapter but consider this kind of a prologue.

So basically this is just YJ but with TLOU characters as the team. Nothing super heavy in this chapter but if you have seen YJ you know what happens. This is a year before the plane, so Junior year for Ellie and the reader. Uhhh so yeah, idk how to post on here I don’t really know the etiquette but I’m trying to figure it out so plz be patient 🙏. Also the uploading schedule will be very very unscheduled bc of class work and work and family stuff so please have patience with me.

Small tw: smoking, alcoholism

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1995, junior year

Me and Ellie had decided to come over to my house and smoke, not an uncommon occurrence. We were always in one another’s day to day life, whether it be meeting in the halls between classes, or playing on the field, or hanging out for lunch or after school… It was like you couldn’t walk into a room where one was without the other.

My dad (whom was more like a demanding roommate) was far too busy drunk and passed out with whatever channel his hazed fingers had slipped onto and chosen in a blissful urgency, to notice us slipping inside.

I cracked the door open, it was about 8pm so he sound be asleep by now. Sure enough, he laid on the couch with a couple beer cans and a bottle of whiskey next to him on the floor.

I lived in a small house with 2 bedrooms, a single bathroom, and 1 tv. It was always cluttered, my dog I had begged my dad for on hands and knees left hair everywhere. Nowadays he was just an old beagle who slept on the floor. If a burglar were to break in Buckley would most likely roll over and beg for food to feed his bulging gut.

The house was creaky, always with the whir of the swamp cooler, or wind creaking the old wood, or the beep of some broken electronic. Or maybe it was yelling from my dad, or the dog barking, or the tv blasting. In all the noise Ellie was a fresh dose of calm, even if she was the opposite, she offered a breath of fresh air and a sense of safety.

Our tennis shoes creaked on the scuffed wooden floors. I carefully went to my room and shut the door. Ellie sighed with relief and set her bag down as I set a chair in front of my door in case my dad picked the lock again. I slung my heavy bag from my shoulders and set it next to Ellie’s.

“Did you bring your pipe?”

I asked as I walked over to a pile of stuffed animals and grabbed my old stuffed cow from when I was a baby, it had a small hole in it and I pulled a tiny baggie of weed out of the stuffing.

I turned around and Ellie was already pulling out a little glass pipe she’d stolen from Jordan last year.

“Sweet.” I say as she gently holds the cold glass in her hands and I drop a couple small buds into it.

“Is this skunk?” She asked and sniffed the plant and her ski slope nose scrunched up. I zipped the baggie up and stuffed it back into the stuffed animal.

“I got it from Jordan so… who fuckin knows.” I joke and sit down on my rickety old bed.

Ellie pulled out her lighter and flicked it on, she lit the green flower that had saved me from oh so many bad nights when my dad was screaming on the phone with my mother. She had moved away when I was still too young to remember any of it.

Ellie inhaled and blew a very poor smoke ring into the air.

“Mm.. 6/10.” I say as she passes my the light and the pipe.

“What? That was easily an 8.”

I shake my head and take a long drag, my lungs ached with the familiar taste on my tongue. My heart ached with them, whether that was from Ellie or the weed I would never know.

I blow a large smoke ring out and it bumps and breaks against Ellie’s freckled face.

She waves her hand and rolls her eyes.

“No, that was an 8.” I correct and giggle as I hand her back the pipe and light.

“Show off.”

She says and sits next to me and the bed creaked under her weight.

My room was decorated with a few posters I’d gotten from Sarah as hand-me-downs, a couple pictures of my dog as a puppy, and far too many doodles and drawings Ellie had done tacked up or framed next to my bed. She had always been my favorite artist.

“Says you! I saw you steal the ball form Abby like 10 times today.” I retorted and watch her cough and cover her mouth with her arm and try to muffle her wheezing.

“Well she deserves it! She totally tripped Dina on purpose last week.” Ellie said and cleared her throat while passing me the pipe.

The team was always at some internal war it seemed. We played well for sophomores and Juniors, but our coaches constantly scolded everyone for bickering too much. Always fighting or yelling or cheating for the sake of simply annoying each other.

“Well, Dina did call her a dumb blonde.” I say.

I never picked sides, or tried not to. Everyone had a side to things, I knew that. Patience and understanding was something I had to learn, Ellie never seemed to. I learned it from sitting through hours of boring lectures at church, I learned it from waiting until my dad was too drunk to notice me slipping out the window, I learned it from waiting to be held and not feel invaded. I waited for a lot of things, Ellie seemed to dive head first whether or not it was a good idea.

“She only said that as a joke. Abby’s called everyone something.. remember when she called you a ball slapper in front of Brody?”

I rolled my eyes. Ellie kept trying to pick some guy for me she assumed I liked, Brody seemed to be her choice of the month.

“I don’t care about Brody, first off. Second off, that was funny. And Abby isn’t as mean as you make her out to be.” I say as I hand Ellie the pipe and watch her take a small hit off of it.

I felt bad for ever asking Ellie to smoke, Joel had been like the dad I never really got, and the thought I was letting his daughter do something he would surely yell and ground her for, made guilt ache in my chest.. but the weed helped.

“Did Brody do something?” She asked and laid back on my bed, grabbing my blue pillow and stuffing it behind her head.

“…Well, I mean, he’s just a dick. And wasn’t he one of the guys who beat that girl up for stealing a beer from his friend or something?” I say and leaned back against the wall next to Ellie and relit the pipe.

“Fair point.. I dunno, I was at Leah’s party-“

“I thought you hated Leah?”

“Yeah but she has really good booze.”

Ellie said and shrugged as she looked up at me, her eyes already a little pink.

“Anyways I heard Nora said that Jesse was with Brody when he was drunk and Brody said he thought ‘that number 7 girl with the hair is nice’ so I think that’s you.”

I rolled my eyes and passed Ellie the pipe with an annoyed sigh. High school drama made 0 sense to me.

“So… you heard from a girl who heard from a guy who heard from another drunk guy that he liked me..? And Brody didn’t even say my name?”

I ask and fiddle with the strings of my hoodie with one hands and cradled the pipe in the other.

“…Yeah okay when you put it like that it sounds dumb but-“

“It is dumb! Brody is dumb.”

I sigh and stand up to go grab some soda, setting the pipe down and Ellie quickly scooped it up and nursed another hit. I pulled out the stashed soda from under my bed and cracked one open.

“I mean I swear he is actually the most ignorant, annoying asshat I’ve ever had the misfortune of smelling.”

“You smelled him?” Ellie asked with a small smirk and I toss a can of sprite on her chest and she grunts and sits up to open it.

“Everyone can.”

We both sip our sprites for a moment as smoke wafts through the air, I sit down on the small chair across from my bed.

“I just… I feel bad that you’re not dating anyone.”

Ellie says after a moment.

“You aren’t either?” I raise my eyebrow and slouch in my chair.

“Well…”

Ellie trails off and we sit in uncomfortable silence.

I had dated 1 or 2 boys freshmen and sophomore year but quickly learned I didn’t like dating. I assumed it was just because I was too young and made the excuse that being Christian prohibited me from dating which drove most boys away.. not that really anyone cared to pay attention to me besides on the field. Besides I wasn’t even Christian, my dad was. I just slapped the label on to make him happy and use it as an excuse.

But Ellie hadn’t dated either, she never even glanced at a boy. A few times in middle school I’d set her up and she’d played along, then said they just weren’t her type and I assumed she didn’t want to date either.

Neither of us really… knew why. But we never talked much about it until recently, when Ellie had been on some sort of mission to set me up with every other guy who mentioned my name.

I set my sprite down and leaned over her to grab the pipe and lighter off the bed. I glanced at her and noticed she was staring at me with curious, pink eyes.

I looked back at her for a few moments, leaning over her with my arm above her to grab the pipe. I pulled away the second I felt my heart ache in my chest and walked over to my window to crack it open and took a long hit.

I could hear Ellie sit up on my bed and watch me as I blew the smoke out the window.

“I thought we were hotboxing?”

She said as I waved the smoke out of the window and coughed a little.

“Can’t, I don’t have a candle.” I mumbled and sit down to take another long hit. I blew the smoke out and set the pipe on the desk next to me. I sipped my sprite and sighed as I glanced back at Ellie. I saw her picking at a scab on her knee nervously.

“Is that from practice the other day?”

I ask and walk over to bend down and look at it.

“Yeah, when I tripped?”

Ellie said and moved her hand so I could look at it. It was kinda big, it looked painful at least but nothing we hadn’t both had our fair share of.

“Mm.. want me to bandage that up?”

I ask and before like could answer I was already up and grabbing my little kit from my desk and sitting on the floor in front of the bed.

“You don’t gotta do that.” Ellie said and sipped her sprite to sooth the already forming cotton mouth.

“I know.” I say and rip open a little alcohol wipe to the wound, Ellie winced and I smirked and looked up at her.

“Don’t be such a puss.” I tease and wipe away the dried blood and gunk from her wound.

“I’m not, you’re just pressing really hard.” Ellie retorted and her hands gripped the bed.

“Sure sure… want me to kiss it better?” I joke as I grab a bandaid and rip it open, gently sticking the little Spider-Man design onto the scrape.

“Yeah.”

Ellie says and chuckles. I shrug, I’m high, we’re best friends. I lean down and press a little kiss over the bandage and pull away to put my med kit back on the desk.

Ellie‘s face gets a little red a she looked down at you, kissing her leg so gently after patchig her up.

She clears her throat and looks away as she sips her sprite.

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(Can you tell I have a homoerotic relationship with my childhood best friend or am I crazy)

This is kinda ass but I hope it didn’t suck super bad bc I have so many ideas for the rest of this series just PLEASE hear me out guys.

Uhhhh besides that plz lmk if anyone wants to keep reading this I’m always open to suggestions or ideas, I don’t plan on entirely sticking to the OG YJ script to like a tee, I’ll probably switch things around and maybe change things up a bit to better fit these characters. But there will be yearning, angst, obsession, and lesbians so… yay🧍‍♀️

[marvelmaniac715]

This is part sixteen (I think) of my Chucky transferring his soul into a human at the end of Seed au. As always, until Glen and Glenda are 14 in this au they’ll go by he/him and she/her respectively, and in this fic I’d place them at about… eight. This idea just came to me like five minutes ago and I’ve finally found a way to incorporate my favourite Chucky character into this au! But who is it? Well, you’ll have to read and find out…

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Chucky finished tying his tie. It was a big night tonight, it was the first time in three months that he and Tiffany had gone on a date. In the old days (before the kids) they’d go out and… hunt. But nowadays, it would usually be dinner and a movie, and tonight Chucky had booked a table in a really expensive and exclusive five star restaurant with a world famous chef and a six month waiting list. He didn’t know what he was more excited for - spending one on one time with his wife or trying the chef’s famous steak dish. Probably the steak. Yeah, it was the steak.

Once he’d finished salivating at the very thought of the steak he’d consume, he straightened his cufflinks and headed downstairs, greeted by the noise and eventual sight of Glenda wrestling a very confused looking Glen to the ground. For one shameful moment, Chucky laughed, but it was only because this was such an unusual sight to be met with. But once he got over his moment of weakness, he gently pulled Glenda off of her brother and took hold of her shoulders, softly yet firmly explaining that Glen was too fragile for her kind of play. 

This provoked a stunned and (slightly) outraged ‘I’m literally the older twin…’ from Glen, but it seemed that Glenda understood, because she hugged her brother tightly (maybe too tightly… was she trying to suffocate him?) and apologised (Glen was turning bright pink, it was definitely suffocation). When that was dealt with, Chucky brushed himself off and launched into his well rehearsed ‘Your mother and I are going out’ speech:

“Okay, your mother and I are going out, so don’t do anything I would or wouldn’t do. There’s a small grey area, that’s where you operate. Emergency numbers are written on this piece of paper that I’ll put on that small wooden table near the front door. Takeout menus are also on that table along with a list that explains in full bullet points your nightly routines - no getting out of homework and yes, that does mean you have to eat your vegetables, Glenda. I went ahead and blocked the channels you aren’t allowed to watch on tv and put a screen limit on all of your devices. The babysitter should be here shortly and I’ll stay to let them in, that all sound good?”

As always, the twins nodded and said in unison: 

“Yep.”

Pleased that the twins were now filled in, Chucky sat down for a couple of minutes before realising that Glenda had left bite marks on Glen’s neck when she was wrestling him. When that situation had been dealt with, the doorbell rang. Chucky answered the door with some trepidation - Tiffany had hired this babysitter because their usual one was sick with the flu, so he had no clue who this was.

He opened the door to find a nice looking young woman in a wheelchair who looked strangely familiar. This girl couldn’t be older than about sixteen, so how could he know her? It had to be a coincidence, he was just nervous about tonight, that was all. Still, he asked her name. Smiling politely, the girl responded:

“Nica. Nica Pierce.”

Pierce. It couldn’t be- oh god, it was. This girl looked like her, and there was a keychain on her handbag that was a family photo of some kind, and Sarah was on it. How could Tiffany have hired her? Did she know? Was this all to get back at him? There were so many options, but the only thing that came out of Chucky’s mouth was a slightly squeaky (sometimes his voice went high pitched when he was nervous):

“Is your mom called Sarah?”

Blinking in surprise, Nica nodded.

“Yeah… how did you know that?”

There was a multitude of things that Chucky could’ve said. But his brain was on autopilot due to shock, so his next response was a quickly blurted out:

“We dated in college.”

They were both surprised by that response. Nica out of genuine confusion because for all she knew that might be true (her mom kept a lot of secrets) and Chucky because he was surprised at the utter bullshit he was spouting. He decided there and then that he couldn’t let this girl in his house and near his children, he just couldn’t. But he couldn’t kill her (Tiffany’s ‘self-improvement’ crap was starting to get to him, and he hated that) so he decided to be merciful.

“Look, I can’t let you into this house. I’m sorry, about this and you being disabled because that might be my fault- ignore that. Bottom line, you gotta leave. Bye.”

Nica was now slightly offended.

“Is it because I’m in a wheelchair or because of your personal history with my mother?”

Chucky shook his head.

“A bit of the personal history and a bit because my wife hired you and didn’t consult me first, we’ll be having a talk about that. Listen, if you knew anything about this situation you’d be grateful I’m letting you go home at all. So just go, please. Do you want money? I’ll give you $20 for making the trip. $75 if you go without a fuss.”

Nica would’ve protested, but her eyes widened at the money (this was her first job, she’d been expecting $50 at the most). So when Chucky produced the cash, she grabbed it before she could change his mind and quickly began to leave, yelling a hasty ‘Goodbye mister Ray!’ over her shoulder as she did so.

Chucky realised with a great deal of sadness that dinner would have to be cancelled since there wasn’t a babysitter to watch the twins. So regretfully, he called up to Tiffany who was still changing upstairs:

“Hey babe? Yeah, change of plans, we can’t go out tonight. Sorry.”

Sighing with disappointment, Glenda discretely tossed the brand new flamethrower she’d ordered to test out on her and Glen’s (mostly Glen’s) old stuffed animals into the trash. Glen watched this happen with a mixed sense of horror and relief.