#sammy’s summer sleepover

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

it's me, the whore. you know who i am. (i'm using anon for deniability)

Could you do Wally Darling x Insomniac!Reader pwetty pwease? *cutely flutters eyelashes* I think it'd be cute to have them having a little sleepover, maybe do each other's hair and nails and shit :squishy: ALSO thinly veiled mutual crushes.......... maybe stare out the window at the stars together and subconsciously hold hands then get all flustered when they realize... yeah...... queers........

ew…. Gay person on my blog….. /j (hi Sammy) (your deniability doesn’t work when you MESSAGED IN OUR SERVER ABOUT SENDING THIS— you’re lucky I’m such a kind fellow! So dear and merry! So sweet! Or else I’d post the proof and ruin you to my Two Followers (one of which you are)!! You better behave, BUCKO!!!!! /j)

But yes! Yes I can! Points at and laughs. /j

Slumbern’t Party!!

Wally Darling x GN!Insomniac!Reader !

Drabble format, pre-established (romantic) unconfessed crushes!

It was the middle of the night, the sleepy little neighbourhood deep into it’s slumber by now. The sky hung sweet and deep above, cloaking the town in a comfortable dark hue dappled by stars. It was a pleasant summer night, the occasional warm breeze slicing through the ever so slightly slightly chilled air.

With their window creaked open to let the soothing breeze in, currently sprawled out on their hardwood floor, was our dear, little Y/N. Insomniac nights are so fun, aren’t they (/sar)? They had laid upside down in bed, with a pillow— without a pillow, no blankets— every blanket. They had tossed and turned, before eventually trying the floor— and yet again; with pillows, without; with blankets, without. Upside down, right side up (is there such a thing as a ‘right side up’ when you lay on the floor..?), spinning around! It simply was no use, though. No matter how long they laid in silence, eyes screwed shut, slumber simply just would not dawn upon them. With a soft groan, slowly pushing themself up off the floor, they’d frown to themself. They didn’t necessarily have anywhere to be tomorrow, no, but.. still, the inability to sleep can be a frustrating thing— maybe even nerve-wracking. And, now? They had finally hit the breaking point of simply giving up. Perhaps getting up, and moving around, might help…

Quickly, though, it was as if a light bulb had flickered up over their head! They had lovely friends in the neighbourhood, surely.. maybe one of them, was up?

Ah, no, no,.. one cannot go knocking on doors at..— what time was it? Their head would swivel around, before shrugging— at whatever time it was. Impolite, impolite.. Soon, though, their gaze would land onto the phone nestled sweetly into the corner as a new idea rose to mind.

Wally Darling, no other, had.. well, found out about their troubles! From the stamped, dark eyebags nestled underneath the lovely Y/N’s gaze, to how— mysteriously— they’d be up before everyone else some days.. and then be the last to show up, sometimes not even appearing until near evening, others. To say your sleep schedule went unnoticed by him would be a lie— and, some days ago, he had approached you about it.

You were curled up on a bench when he approached you, staring blearily into the distance— exhaustion having abruptly caught up to you. Why, it even made it hard to think, a little.. how unpleasant. Soon, though, you were lulled out of your daze— just a tad— by a soft, concerned voice and a careful tap to the shoulder.

“Neighbour.. heelllooo..? Heellloooo?.. Are.. you there?”

You soon came face to face with Wally, who was looking at you with quite a bit of concern, cupping one of his own cheeks as his other hand held his lifted arm. He was doing that one pose, that concerned mothers do.. haha!

“There you are,..” His voice rang soft and sweet, a certain tenderness to it as he spoke, “.. what happened, friend? Were you watching the clouds?”

From there, you sat him down— explaining to him your insomnia, and just.. how you didn’t sleep well— and you hadn’t, not really, for the past few days. Though his concern read.. somewhat clear on his face— his smile dampened a bit, and his brows furrowed— he nodded along, carefully.

“Does.. anything help.. you on.. those nights?”

You rolled your shoulders in a shrug, lifting a hand to rub your eye.

“I see,..” He seemed to contemplate for a moment, before placing a felt hand on your arm with his signature, kind of dopey, smile. “Well.. if you ever want company.. on those nights, I’m always available, neighbour..!”

You smiled a bit to yourself, soon shuffling towards the phone. If he hadn’t meant the offer, he wouldn’t have proposed, right..? Wally wasn’t the type to play people pleaser, and he certainly never proposed something he didn’t mean!.. As far as you knew.. So, with slight hesitance, you began to roll in his number on the circular number pad. Soon, you held the phone up to your ear; soon, a small click could be heard; soon, a sort of hummed mumble slipped through the phone.

“Mmm,.. hellooo..?” He waited for a second, before you could hear the brief inhale he’d give before he would, typically, lull out another greeting— and you beat him to talking, first. You explained, he listened— seemingly yawning a few times as you spoke— and he soon gave his signature “ha ha ha!” through the receiver. Though, it was notably softened, maybe even a bit higher pitched..?.. likely due to him being, well, sleepy.

“I can.. come over, sure..” He’d trail off to yawn again, before humming, “.. is it.. a sleepover?”

You could tell he was joking, at least.. he probably was?— But either way, you said sure! Yeah! It’s a sleepover. I mean.. who sleeps at sleepovers, anyways? Your response lulled another soft bout of his laughter out of him.

“Okay, neighbour.. I’ll be over soon.. I have to tell—“ Yet again, he’d be cut off by a yawn. He sure did that a lot, huh? “— Home.. I’ll see you soooon..”

With that, the line clicked dead— and you soon poised yourself by your front door, somewhat anxiously. Each minute ticked by agonizingly slow until you heard the soft rasping of.. knuckles..?.. on your door. You’d lunge to your feet, quickly pulling it open— to reveal a.. surprisingly unkept Wally. His hair was let down, messily shoved into the vague shape of his pompadour, and he was wearing his usual clothing!.. Just very messily put on. To be frank, he still looked half asleep as he, uhm, blinked one eye at a time up at you.

“.. Hellooo..” His smile widened as he greeted you, staring up at you.. blissfully? You couldn’t quite tell, “.. Can I come innn?”

Quickly, you side step and let him in— of course! And he soon makes himself at home, settling onto your couch. His smile looked.. especially dopey, right now, as he just.. somewhat buffered before looking to you.

“So.. what do you.. want to do?”

You kind of.. full stop, buffering. Ah, shoot, what hell did you want to do? Your gaze flickers around quickly for a moment to try and figure it out before— oh!.. Slowly grinning, you’d point to his hair. He took a moment to understand what you mean, before defensively— though playfully— placing his hands over his.. mess of a pompadour.

“My hair.. my beautiful hair, no..” He’d trail off, before whispering out another bout of laughter. Next thing you both knew, you were sat in front of him— brushing down his hair.. basically down onto his face, due to where it was long and where it was short. He just say there, staring at you silently from behind the drapes of blue, as you worked.

After un-doing all the knots his.. horrific attempt at a hairstyle had made— did he not wear his bonnet tonight??— you’d soon brush it back, beginning to braid it. And Wally simply just.. sat there, letting you play with his hair. He’d eventually shut his eyes, kind of just sitting there like a cat getting groomed— looking rather content! It was a cute view, but you focused more on his hair— carefully twirling the sectioned off strands into smooth braids. It was calming, and you slowly felt your exhaustion ebb back into you. Your eyelids grew heavy as you tied off the last braid, holding a content smile. As you told him you were done, he’d lift a hand to feel over the work— as he had no mirror (how woeful!)— he’d soon hum, pleased.

“Thank you, friend.. ha ha ha!” He sounded less half-awake now, soon giving a small stretch as his arms lifted over his head. “What next?”

With that, you began to do a handful of activities— including forcing (/j) Wally to paint your nails a lovely glittery blue, and after a lot of chaotic smudging and trying to let the nails dry— you soon did his, in turn, painting them a lipstick red. As you grew more relaxed, though, he seemed to only wake up more— though he was still calm, and slow paced— as he always was. He was so pleasant to be around, in general… ah.

Eventually, you found yourself seated on your sofa close beside him— which was placed near your window. You had been seated in comfortable silence for a good moment, now, Wally idly looking out the window— though.. not actually, no, he was very much still staring at you. His gaze would just advert to the window each time you looked over— not that you.. noticed. You were much more akin to how he was when he had first arrived; half-awake. Without thinking, you’d lean back onto the couch— and somewhat onto him. He didn’t seem bothered, though, his smile instead widening as he looked down at you.

“.. Finally tired, friend?”

You nodded, still not really aware you were so close to him until you— abruptly— felt his arm loop around your shoulders. You felt your face warm a bit, but he was just being friendly, surely. And the contact wasn’t unwelcome, anyhow..

“Then sleep.” He didn’t speak it like it was a command, his voice still tender and sweet— and either way, you didn’t exactly have it in you to disobey. Nor did you want to.

Hesitantly, you’d lean into his touch with an incoherent hum— probably some kind of reply, though you couldn’t form the words. As you drifted off, you didn’t get to see the way he held you a bit closer, or smiled a bit wider. His large, doe eyes trained on you as he simply just.. admired. A very friendly activity, yes! Just friend things, here (/j)!

This had been a pleasant sleepover. At least, in his opinion it had been. Any time spent with you, dear, was pleasant, at least to him. Always.

So… it wasn’t hand holding….. HAHA!! I hope you don’t mind I went a more cuddly route :] cuddles are nice HEHE

Tell me how Moon feels /ij

also how dare this prompt be the one that wrings the MOST writing out of me!! How dare!! Scandalous!! /j

Also I’m going to proof read this, later. Right now, I’d just like to post it- haha!!

Edit : it has been proof read! Wooo!

Thank you for requesting!! <3 /p

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

GVF Moodboards

{By Request}

Jake

Seasonal: Autumn Date │ Earthy Autumn│Halloween Decor Shopping│Winter Cabin

Activity: Train │ Wine Tasting │ Museum Date │ River Swimming│ Cooking & Dancing in the Kitchen │ Campfire │ Stargazing │ Record Shopping │ Movie Night │ Antique Shopping │ Nap

AU/Aes: Pirate Life│Witch Aesthetic│Dark Feminine │ Witchy w/Danny

Josh

Seasonal: Halloween Movie Night│Halloween House Party│Summerween Party

Activity: Renaissance Faire │ Bath & Nap │ Open Fields│Cuddling │ Northern Lights │ Sleepover

AU/Aes: Summer Slasher │ Woodstock │ Red & Gold

Danny

Seasonal: Christmas Tree Picking │ Pumpkin Carving│Autumn Market

Activity: Camping │ Quiet Reading Day │ Cookies & Hot Chocolate │ Planting a Garden │ Bookstore Date

AU/Aes: Summer Slasher │ Mafia │ Flower Shop│ Witchy w/Jake │ Pink │ Cowboy

Sammy

Seasonal: Autumn Morning Hike │ Fall Day + Dogs │ Fall Date │ Cozy Fall Night │ Apple Picking

Activity: Vegas Elopement │ Cooking│Lazy Day│Coffee Shop│ Smoke Sesh │ Meadowcore │ Rock Festival 

Au/Aes: Scientist │ Sexy Vampire │ Snoopy

Series {All}

Seasonal: Winter │ Autumn Activities

AU/Aes: Cryptid

[discocannon8002]

here’s a little story for you, I need to just vent something that happened, so…

tw: being talked about behind back, brief sh/harmful stimming, self depreciation, lots of angst and not much fluff if any.

if there are ANY tw I missed. Please please please tell me, even if it’s not a common one, you probably aren’t the only one with the trigger. Anyways enjoy!

Lily is my sister the not real life name I’ve chosen for her THERE MIGHT BE A PART TWO if you guys want a fluffier resolution I can write that but this one for venting sake is just mainly if not purely angst.

summary: Bee realizes that her sister might not be as happy or close with her as she thought when she overhears something she says to a friend.

Maybe I was wrong

I’m on a youth group retreat with my church right now. I’m happy because we all chose the restaurant I wanted to go to, chili’s. Of course, if I had full control over where we went, it would’ve been Chick-fil-a, but out of the options I had I’m happy with the decision.

were staying in a rented cabin type house. It’s huge, but the only closed doors are closets and bathrooms and the master bedroom. Everything else is right out in the open. There are six sets of stairs, I counted myself, but two lead to the garage so if you’re already inside you only have to climb four to get to the girls bunk room. There are no bunk beds, so I don’t understand why it’s called that, but it has so many beds. We still had to share one bed between two people. Me and Evie shared a bed at a sleepover already so we were the ones who shared the bed. Going back to the stairs, the last set is a spiral with small steps. It’s rickety and to me terrifying to climb. I can do it, though. I sort of have to just suck it up and push through my slight fear of heights.

this time though, Lily’s friend, Sophie, is trying to go down as I go up. I panic, and since I’m elevated I can’t communicate that I want her to stay upstairs until I get up because it’s already terrifying to climb this spiral without two across. So she comes down and I just hug the pillar in the middle of the spiral and let out one of my unhappy vocal stims.

“are you okay?” She asks when she gets down, seeming worried and even after I tell her that, yes, I’m fine, she still keeps asking because she’s worried.

I head downstairs and out the front door after grabbing my bag, we choose cars and I choose the more spacious one, with Lily, Sophie and Evie. I’m happily enjoying the view out the car window, until I catch a snippet of Lily’s conversation with Sophie.

“she’s always like that, it’s like it’s 24/7. But less at school.”

I hear these words and immediately know who they’re about: me. I can put the pieces together, Sophie was probably telling Sammy something about what happened when I freaked out on the stairs, and Lily got annoyed with me. Still, I thought Sammy and I were on better terms than she thinks, which I now know.

the last thing she’d done that had really hurt me was this summer, and since then I thought she had been done with whatever phase my mom said she was going through. Maybe I was wrong, maybe I’m still not good enough. Does she talk about me this way to other friends too?

but does my autism really bother her this much? I mean I know I don’t mask at home. That’s because I trust them because I trust Lily. Because I trusted they’d not judge me, because I felt safe stimming in front of them. But maybe I should stop if Lily is that bothered by it. Maybe I should mask more around her.

I tear up and try to stop myself by digging my nails into my legs and telling myself to stop caring about what she thinks of she’ll just tear me apart like this in front of her friends who I love and really don’t want to only know the bad parts about me.

it’s like this off and on up until the restaurant, a never ending cycle of me trying to convince myself to not care what she thinks and not to cry and show her that she got to me and stimming that sometimes hurts because that hurt stops me from crying.

[detective-inspector-her]

Posting my Fae AU Prologue because I wanna. (it's five pages long)

January 2000

Ghastly walked around the edge of the forest calmly. Today was a good day, a relaxing day. He appreciated the quiet, sometimes the chaos of his household got a bit much. As was to be expected from traumatised children living in a world they weren’t born into.

Not that he didn’t love his children—he did, fiercely—but each had transformed into a different breed of Fae, with needs and appetites as varied as their forms. Dexter was his anchor on those days when it all became too much. And Saracen... well, when Saracen wasn’t being insufferably self-absorbed, he could be of some use too. Ghastly shook his head at the thought.

He paused near a clearing, watching as a boy, no more than twelve summers old, helped a younger girl retrieve her kite from the clutches of a tree. The boy's face radiated warmth, his hands nimble as he freed the tangled strings from the branches. He landed softly on the ground and handed the kite back to the girl, whose giggles floated through the air like bells on the wind.

Ghastly smiled and was about to turn away, seeing nothing that required his attention, when a man in a forest green linen shirt approached with a scowl on his face.

The boy’s posture stiffened immediately. Ghastly narrowed his eyes, observing as the boy quickly shooed the girl away. The man, most likely the boy’s father, began to shout, though Ghastly was too far to hear. The child’s expression crumbled, shrinking beneath the weight of the man's words. The blow landed on the back of the boy’s head, and Ghastly felt the familiar pulse of ancient magic stir within him. His gaze sharpened and with a soft glint, a golden tally mark shaped like a sewing needle shimmered into existence above the man’s head.

The boy gasped, his wide eyes locked onto the glowing symbol. Fae magic, particularly Ghastly’s, was impossible to hide from children. They sensed it instinctively, even if they didn’t fully understand. Some would know the stories—the legends—of his kind. They would soon learn what the tally meant: the man had been marked and as such, the boy was his target. And children, when they saw such marks, would act. They would circle his targets, draw them in with endless distractions, never leaving them alone, a never-ending protection ring. Ghastly’s work would become harder.

But it was never the children he blamed. They didn’t know that he wasn’t their enemy. They didn’t know that he sought to help, not harm.

The boy was dragged away, his eyes still tracing the glowing mark as if it held some answer he couldn’t grasp. Ghastly watched in silence, his expression unreadable, as the man and child disappeared into the distance.

With a final glance, he turned and melted back into the shadowed embrace of the forest.

Carlton laughed as his friend made a stupid joke. They’d been hanging around him ever since they saw the needle above his father’s head. None of them were sure what it meant at first so, for the first time in years, they hit the books. And the answer had terrified him. 

He was the target of a Fae. They couldn’t tell if they were malicious or not, but Simion had suggested that they’d seen his father’s treatment of him and decided that he’d be an easy target. Carlton hoped it wasn’t true, but it was becoming more likely by the day. 

“So what are you gonna do for your birthday, dude?” Danny asked, eyes sparkling with excitement. “You’re thirteen now, and we all had something big happen.”

Carlton shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. “I dunno. We could hit the arcade, grab some pizza afterwards, and then part ways?”

Simion narrowed her eyes, skepticism etched on her face. “You mean we can go to the arcade, grab some pizza, and head to Sammy’s for a sleepover.”

“Surely they’re sick of seeing us by now?”

Sammy shook his head, “My parents are big believers of the Fae, like huge believers. Apparently, they had fairy friends when they travelled up and down the canal and were thrown a party before they left when my mum was pregnant with Greg.” He shrugged, “What I’m saying is that they’ll house you for as long as it takes for whoever is targeting you and your dad to lose interest.”

Carlton smiled, hope sparking briefly. But then his phone rang, and he winced as his father’s voice boomed down the line. His friends frowned, and Danny snatched the phone from his hand, but that only made things worse. Every word was crystal clear, heavy with rage. Carlton slumped, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Looks like we’ll have to put a hold on any plans,” he said, the enthusiasm draining from his voice.

Sammy clenched his fists, frustration evident. “If I didn’t know what can happen to someone targeted by the Fae, I’d say let whoever has a target on your back take you. At this point, that seems like the better deal.”

Danny and Simion shot him glares, though there was no real anger behind them. Carlton tried to grin and flicked his hair back, but the smile felt forced. “Aw, come on, I couldn’t leave my mum forever. She’s too sick for that.” Guilt washed over him; he felt horrible for even considering running away. But he’d feel even guiltier if his stalker hurt her to get to him. “I’d better go home.”

Simion got on her bike, “Get on, I’ll take you. You two stay together as well, just in case. Sammy and Danny nodded and waved goodbye as Carlton climbed behind Simion and they rode off. They sat in silence for a while before Simion spoke again. “What would you do if you were directly confronted?”

Carlton thought about it and then shrugged, “I suppose it’d depend. Fae can’t lie, right? So if they said I’d live a happier, safer life… I don’t know if I’d be able to resist. And with the way my mum is right now, I don’t know how much longer she has. I’m planning on running away if she…”

Simion nodded, “Fair enough, but let us help. We’ll set up a new life for you, just… don’t leave us behind okay?”

Carlton nodded, “I’d never.”

When they arrived home, his father was waiting outside the door, a crumpled beer can rolling around on the driveway. Carlton’s heart sank as he noticed a second tally had appeared above his father’s head. Simion and Carlton exchanged a tense glance, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling with dread. He quickly scanned the surroundings, seeing nothing but shadows, and nodded to Simion. Without another word, she sped away, leaving him to face the growing storm alone.

His mother died on the 19th of February. Carlton sat by her hospital bed, her voice weak as she asked for his father, her eyes searching the room for a man who hadn’t bothered to come. Carlton could only watch helplessly, unable to ease her suffering, her questions cutting deeper than any wound. When his father finally showed up, it was too late. She was already gone.

Grief exploded inside him like a storm. He fled the hospital, tears blurring his vision as he ran out into the cold, driving rain. His feet slipped on the wet pavement, and for a moment, he felt the ground rushing toward him—until a strong arm caught him around the waist, pulling him upright. Carlton wiped his eyes and looked up to see a man standing before him, scars crisscrossing his face, his expression sorrowful.

He backed away slowly and the man smiled before looking around. “Your friends are an observant bunch, aren’t they? Protective.”

Carlton narrowed his eyes, “What did you do to them?”

The man raised his hands in a gesture of peace. “Nothing, child. I never intended to harm you or your friends. I only want to take you away from that man. Your father... he’s not the right caregiver for you.” He hesitated, his voice softening. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Carlton looked away, “If you were trying to be nice why was it so creepy?”

The man shrugged, “That’s how my magic works.” He glanced down at him, “I know what it feels like, to lose a parent you love. I lost both of mine, my father to a sickness and my mother to a war.”

Carlton’s gaze fell to his hands, his voice barely a whisper. “She didn’t deserve it.”

“No,” the man agreed, “she didn’t. You deserved to have her, and she deserved her freedom.” Carlton nodded, feeling the truth of those words echo in his heart. “I wish that’s how it had worked out for you.”

Carlton blinked, his throat tight with grief. “I’m sorry you lost your parents.”

The man smiled softly, his scars more pronounced in the dim light. “Thank you. So am I.” He straightened, a solemn dignity in his posture. “My name is Ghastly Bespoke. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, even though the circumstances are far from ideal.”

Carlton almost smiled, “Carlton Brooks, thank you for catching me.”

Ghastly nodded, “Of course Carlton.” He stood, “The decision is yours now. I won’t take you unless you want me to. You’e old enough to make that decision.”

Carlton looked up at him, conflicted. Ghastly seemed kind in a way that his father never had been, and as a Fae, he couldn’t lie. There was a sincerity in his words that made Carlton believe he truly understood some part of the pain he was feeling. But then there was the promise he’d made to his friends—to never leave them behind.

“Can I... can I say goodbye first?” Carlton asked, his voice small but steady.

Ghastly nodded. “Of course. I will return for you in two days. But remember, time moves differently in the Fae realm, so you must act quickly. I cannot come back repeatedly without reason.”

Carlton hesitated, his heart pounding. “Will I be... happier?”

The Fae’s smile softened, warm yet knowing. “The happiest you’ve ever been in your life.”

Carlton nodded, feeling a weight lift from his chest, even as a new one settled in its place. He turned and walked off into the rain, knowing that in two days, he would leave behind this broken world for something better.

[allieisacrybaby]

Cute dad thought here….

I’m thinking about you and Sammy being the fun aunt and uncle who don’t have any kids while Jake josh and maybe Danny have a few. You’re younger and not in any rush and love being aunt/uncle.

But one day…with all your nieces and nephews around you you get to tell the entire family that you and Sam are expecting 😩

OMG, this is sooooooo cute, and I'm about to dump all my thoughts on this because this is so canon in my head! I currently only have 1 nephew, and he's only 8 months old, but my goal is to be the "cool fun aunt" when he gets older!!!

Anyway.....Imagine being the token "cool aunt and uncle" Jake's, Josh's, and Danny's kids are always asking if you're going to be at any family gathering they have, constantly having cute little sleepovers so that the tired parents can get some rest, always giving the best presents at holidays and birthdays, and of course always running around the backyard playing with them!

Because it's summertime, Jake has been throwing little summer family get-togethers so that all the cousins can play with each other because school's out. When you and Sammy enter the house, all the nieces and nephews come running up to receive hugs and kisses and, of course, immediately drag you and Sammy out to the backyard to play. After playing with the kids for a while, the sun starts to get to you, so you make your way to the covered patio where everyone else is gathered, chatting and drinking. You plop down on the couch, Karen making her way over to you.

"Hon, you have got to be thirsty." Karen says, slipping a cold beer into your hand.

"Oh, thank you, but I can't....I-" you say, setting the glass down on the table.

"Wha- NO! NO! REALLY?!!!" Karen shouts, putting the pieces together.

Sammy and his entourage of children come running to the commotion.

"I'm guessing it slipped out?" Sammy says, beaming down at you.

"What slipped out?" Josh questions.

"Rose isn't gonna be the only baby anymore." Sammy smiles at his brother. He slips into the spot next to you on the couch and places a hand on your stomach.

"You're pregnant?!!!" Josh yells in realization.

"Good on 'ya Sammy boy!" Jake says slapping a hand onto his brother's shoulder.

"Oh, this is such great news!!! I'm gonna be a grandma again!" Karen coos.

One of your nephews crawls into Sammy's lap and looks up at him.

"There's a baby in her belly?" He questions pointing a finger at your tummy.

"There is. That means in a couple months you're going to have a new baby cousin!" Sammy explains, smiling with the biggest grin on his face.

"And it's going to play with us?" your nephew questions.

"Yeah, buddy. He or she is going to play with all of the cousins."

"Yay!!!" your nephew spots all the other cousins off in the yard playing, so he jumps off of Sam's lap and runs back over to them.

The announcement excitement had died down and everyone had gone back to chatting and eating, but Sam still hadn't let your side on the couch.

"I'm so happy were having a baby." Sam smiles, smoothing his hand up and down your belly.

"Me too." you beam up at him with watery eyes. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on your lips.

[wintercoatkiszka]

I'll Watch You Bloom

hey party people, welcome to day two of flufftober. today, we're exploring writing two real people... exciting stuff. wc is about 2k so enjoy :)

If there was one thing that everyone had to say about Danny Wagner and Sam Kiszka, it was that they were attached at the hip. It started the day the big moving truck parked itself in the driveway next door to the Kiszka family household and, originally, Sam was just curious about the loud, stinky vehicle, but then he saw him emerge. Small and dark haired, a young boy hugged his mother’s leg tightly as she unlocked the door to their home. Sam was too nervous to approach, so he just watched from the hedges that just about obscured him until his mother came up behind him and pulled him along to go welcome their new neighbors. The other boy’s name was Danny, Daniel actually but everyone just calls him Danny, and he was the same age as Sam, starting kindergarten in the fall.

From then on, you would be hard pressed to find one without the other. They spent long summer afternoons playing in front yards and backyards, especially the woods that backed their homes; school projects were done together and always aced; sleepovers were had and then extended to days at each other’s houses playing pretend and, eventually, making music together. Those nights were always Sam’s favorite; he would play piano and Danny would play guitar or drums, usually the latter because he insisted that he was terrible at guitar, and the pair would get lost in the melodies they created together until Danny’s mother would come down to the basement and remind them that even budding musicians have to sleep at some point. Then, Sam and Danny would flop down on the pillow fort that had become a permanent fixture over the years and they would whisper and giggle the night away, lanky limbs tangled together in nothing more than a friendly, no, brotherly way.

The summer before the pair started high school, the Kiszka-Wagner clan ended up at a small cabin on the shores of one of Michigan’s many lakes to celebrate the Fourth of July holiday. A long weekend of lake swimming, tanning on the beach and pretending to be tourists in the small town a short bike ride away seemed like it was ripped straight out of a movie and, as all of the boys and their parents gathered along the edge of the lake on the warm evening of July fourth, time seemed to slow in recognition of a perfect night. The fireworks would be starting shortly, always shot off over the lake to minimize the risk of fire and to enchant all who watched as the fireworks reflected off the water, creating a second show.

Bright colors sparkled overhead as Sam and Danny lay tangled up with each other on a beach blanket, pointing out the different shapes and which ones were their favorites. When the show came to an end, the moms yawned and stretched, bidding the boys good night and heading back inside for an early night. Shortly after, Jake and Josh snuck off to the next cabin over as they had been invited earlier in the day to a party being thrown by some kids they knew from their time in town. They had threatened Sammy and Danny not to tell their parents and, knowing that the pair was unlikely to say anything in the first place, they ran off with a mention of being back by the time the sun rose.

Sam and Danny remained on the blanket though, heads resting next to each other, Sam’s leg over Danny’s, reveling in the noise of the muggy night. It wasn’t human produced noise, rather the noise of the woods coming alive: crickets chirping, frogs croaking and splashing in the woods behind them and something swishing through the grasses as it looked for its next meal. Sam let out a deep sigh, and Danny shifted so that his large, gentle fingers could comb through Sam’s hair, a habit they had gotten into over the years of laying next to each other. Sam turned his head and began looking at Danny’s features, taking them in as if seeing them for the first time. The freckles on his nose mirrored the stars in the sky perfectly, his lips perfectly shaped, the dark curls of his hair shifted as Danny looked down, making eye contact for a moment before Sam blushed and averted his gaze. “You don’t have to do that Sam. I don’t mind,” His deep voice vibrated against where Sam’s hand lay on Danny’s chest and he nodded, sucking in another breath.

“Daniel…” He started, feeling a lump rise in his throat, cutting off any of the words that Sam really wanted to share with his dearest friend. “I… I hope this night never ends.”

All good and familiar things must end, though, and as the beginnings of high school quickly became the end of their senior year, Sam realized that his blissful childhood with his best friend was coming to an end. “Daniel, have you attempted the calculus homework from last night? I swear, the only thing that teacher grades on is how many tear stains have dried on the paper!” He flopped down dramatically next to Danny, who let out a huff of laughter in response.

“You’re telling me. I don’t know man, I’ve been stuck on this one eight bar improv for days now. Nothing I put on paper seems to sound right,” Danny moaned, loudly setting his pencil down on the paper in front of him.

“Maybe a little jam session would help you out?” Sam asked, peering at the smudged pencil marks through eraser shavings. 

“Yeah, I think I’d like that,” Danny responded with a nod, missing the looks that the rest of their friend group were shooting between each other. None of them thought that Danny and Sam’s love was just as strictly platonic as they assured and reassured the group it was and there may or may not have been a betting pool about who would confess their love first and when.

The confession didn’t come before their senior homecoming, or the deeply romantic sunrise where  the pair was too deeply engrossed in each other’s eyes to notice that sun had even come up or even at the Christmas party where the group had decided to play a game of drunken Truth or Dare and, before anyone knew it, they were all seated in caps and gowns, listening to their principal drone on about using your past to push yourself forward and how far they were all going to go in their future careers.

A short summer later, Sam was upside down on Danny’s bed, watching him pack the last bit of his familiar life into a gray duffle bag, the same duffle bag that he had used when they went to summer camp together when they were twelve. “Must you really go, Daniel?” Sam asked, staring through the doorway at something in the middle distance.

“I’d be gone faster if you’d help me pack Sammy,” Daniel replied, throwing a small, squishy ball at the lump on his bed. “And the faster I’m gone, the faster I’ll be back. So, how about some help?”

“I don’t know if my heart can physically handle it. Remind me, why do you have to go to that smelly music school all the way on the other side of the country?” Sam asked, squeezing the ball as he sat up and met Danny’s eyes.

“Well, that smelly music school offered me a full ride. And what do you have against the west coast? It’s really nice out there!” Danny protested, abandoning the duffle bag and sitting next to Sam, resting his head on the other’s shoulder. 

“If you’re out there, then you aren’t with me,” Sam replied, trying to hide the sudden waver in his voice. Sam didn’t know who he was without Danny, they had been there for each other every hour of the day for the last fourteen years of their lives and now Danny was going to move out to the coast, find a nice partner and, sure, they might keep in touch for the first year or so, but what about after? Sam didn’t want to be forgotten… especially by Danny.

“Sammy, what’s wrong? I’m not leaving forever,” Danny said with a concerned edge in his voice. He wrapped an arm around the slight young man and hugged him close. Sam turned his head so that he was flat against Danny’s chest, trying to commit his familiar, safe scent to heart.

“Daniel, I love you,” He said into the black fabric of Danny’s shirt, not quite loud enough for him to hear.

“What was that?” Danny asked, pulling back just enough to free Sam’s mouth.

“Daniel, I love you. Don’t leave me, please,” Sam repeated, eyes closed against any retaliation he might face if they were open.

“Sam, I-I… Do you really mean it?” Danny asked, eyebrows knit together, staring down at the mop of brown hair that was still pressed against his chest. Sam nodded slowly and Danny gently grabbed his chin, pulling it up until their eyes met, Sam’s full of tears and Danny’s with confusion, then understanding and finally landing on a cautious optimism. “Sammy, I didn’t know you felt that way. I love you.” Danny broke out into a grin and Sam sniffed away the remaining tears before allowing a smile to cross his face.

“Does that mean you aren’t going to school?” Sam asked one last time, hopefully.

“I’m still going, I have to. But now I’m much more excited to come back for winter break,” Danny said with a laugh, standing up with renewed vigor to finish his packing.

As his parents finished packing the last few boxes in the back of their car, Danny and Sammy stood at the top of the driveway, interlaced fingers cleverly hidden by Danny’s leg. The rest of the Kiszka’s were coming over to say good-bye any minute now and it was taking everything in Sam not to burst out into tears again. Jake and Josh provided enough of a distraction when they came over that Sam was able to collect himself and even managed a laugh at one of their terrible jokes. Their mothers stood down by the car, talking about how time just flies and neither of them can believe that their babies were already going off to college as Danny’s father shut the trunk.

“Ready kiddo?” He called up, shielding his eyes from the sunlight to find his son. Danny nodded and hugged Jake and Josh, dramatically telling them that he’d miss them so much and he’d think about them every day. Next, he hugged their mother, thanking her for all of her help and telling her that he’d be back home soon as she wiped a tear away from her cheek. Finally, he got to Sam and pulled him into a tight embrace, taking a deep breath and committing his scent to memory. No words were exchanged, everything that needed to be said had been said in Danny’s bedroom, so they just stood interlocked for as long as the other needed.

“See you in a few months,” Danny said when he finally pulled back, blinking rapidly to rid his eyes of the tears threatening to spill over.

“Yeah, see you,” Sam replied softly, not as lucky with his tears. They were already streaming down his face and Danny reached out to gently wipe them away with a sad smile.

As the stuffed car drove away, Sam lost any semblance of control over his tears and they flowed freely as his brothers pulled him into a tight hug. “I know it hurts Sammy, but he’ll be back before you know it. Come on, I know what’ll make you feel better. Alcohol,” Josh said gently, leading the trio back towards their home, slipping a twenty into Jake’s back pocket. Josh really thought the confession was going to be at graduation. Oh well.

[cali-holland]

Tom x Reader: during quarantine, Y/n suddenly get pregnant by Tom🤣😉because it’s Tom’s bday and the boi was so excited he forgot to use a condom🤣(Add a little throwback smut) and the boys teases Tom abt how excited abt getting laid on his bday🤣🤣

🎉 + idea for a blurb request

combined with this request

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You were going on two months now of not having your period, and, at first, you thought it was just from you not remembering your own period, but then you started to feel nauseous throughout the day. Coming home from a solo trip to the grocery store (which thankfully you were alone so you could buy some tests), you began to count how long it had been.

“55 days.” You said, walking into the bedroom you shared with Tom. He looked up from his laptop at you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What?” He asked, and you held up the small packet of tests you bought. His eyes went wide, and he hopped up from the bed quickly, rushing over to you. “Are you- are you serious?”

“I mean it’s been two months so,” You trailed off, and his lopsided smile twisted into a giddy smirk.

“Two months? So you mean the birthday sex did it?” You rolled your eyes at his words.

“I need to take it first.” You smiled, giving him a kiss.

“Okay, okay, hurry up and piss then, darling.” Tom laughed, shoving you towards the bathroom.

The next few minutes were agonizingly slow for the both of you. Tom hugged you tightly, eagerly waiting for the test to come back- hopefully positive. The two of you had been trying to have a baby for a while, but your “attempts” hadn't been successful. Tom pressed a kiss to your shoulder as you rested your head on his chest.

“I really hope this is it.” He mumbled, and you felt a wet drop on your shoulder. You pulled away to look at your fiance.

“Are you crying?” You asked him, cupping his cheeks. His hands caressed your waist gently.

“I think it’s time.” He said, his eyes flickering to the test resting by the sink.

“I think so too.” You replied. You turned to the sink, and slowly looked at the test. Smiling, you breathlessly cried out, “Oh my god.”

“We did it?” Tom exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you again. He smiled as he looked at the positive sign on the test.

“We did it.” You grinned, giving him a kiss.

Tom opened the door, eagerly going to find the rest of your housemates in the living room. The three other boys didn’t even look up from their video game, at first.

“I have an important announcement here.” Tom said. You walked up beside him and he wrapped an arm around you.

“What is it?” Harry asked, not that amused as they continued playing.

“We’re having a baby!” He smiled widely, eyes shining bright with happiness.

“What? Really?” Harrison questioned. Harry paused the game and jumped up to tackle Tom in a hug.

“No way!” Tuwaine exclaimed happily.

“How far along?” Harry looked at you, and you shrugged lightly.

“Well, um, two months at most?” You laughed. It was definitely still too early to really announce it, but these were your housemates and closest friends (and soon to be brother-in-law with Harry, though wedding plans would definitely be put off until after quarantine). You just hoped none of them would make the connection of what two months ago was-

“So birthday sex?” Harrison laughed, nudging Tom teasingly.

“Shove off.” Tom grumbled, “We don’t know that… yet.”

[ladymunson]

Here is a list of Fics that I enjoyed very much and think you guys would too

One or more of these fics contain mature content 18+ and are multiple parts. They’re not all Eddie Munson fics btw

Happy Birthday by @sweetpeapod

Worlds Apart by @munsons-maiden

A Little Push by @ladyfogg

Play Pretend by @webslinger-holland

Ten Things I Like About You by @theonewiththefanfics

Sleepover by @ladyfogg

Lover's Lake by @ladyfogg

Who Wants to Be Lonely by @ladyfogg

My Two Favourite Girls by @djarintreble

Safe by @loeyparker

I Think I’m in Love by @rainylana

Our Last Summer by @nezuscribe

Drunken Confession by @eddiemunsonswhxre

I Was Made for Lovin’ You by @milkiane

We Live for Love by @ladyfogg

Hungry Like the Symbiote by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

A Guided Cage by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

On Deck by @k-evans-reads

Playing With Fire by @k-evans-reads

The Old Man’s Grocery Order by @yarnforbrains

Arranged by @time-for-a-lullaby

Love Exists by @ladyfogg

There's loads more that I've missed which I will share in my next fics rec post

Enjoy

Sammy x

[readwritejayy]

The Name of the Minotaur

“So you’re sticking with that. You were out with Sammy Tuesday night?”

“I was.”

You would have liked Sammy. You would have liked reading me and Sammy meeting in 7th grade, when we were the only two not pretending to be horses or hanging out in the dugout by the baseball field during lunch. You would have liked reading me and Sammy sneaking out at 3am to kick rocks down Parks View Lane, sweating in the sticky summer heat, laughing about everything and anything—the way we couldn’t during sleepovers without risking my father’s wrath. You really would have liked reading me and Sammy finally graduating, sharing a dorm at “U of C”, me an Anthropology major and Sammy in Psychology.

But we didn’t graduate. And I have to tell You, instead of letting You meet Sammy Yourself.

“Are you sure you want to go with that? It’s your last chance, kid.” He taps his pen against his yellow notepad. One long grey hair juts out from his bushy eyebrows, catching the light when he looks up.

I pick at the loose skin around my thumbnail to tamper down the urge to pluck it. “I don’t really have a choice, considering it’s what I was doing.”

He sighs, setting his glasses down and rubbing his eyes. His voice sounds weary from repeating the same things over and over. Or maybe that’s just how he sounds, I’ve never heard him anything other than weary from the first time I was ushered into a room like this.

“You know that’s not a great alibi, right? The only person who can corroborate your whereabouts the night your father was killed is reported missing the next day?”

The AC clicks on—the hair dances back and forth.

I breathe: four seconds in, hold for four, five seconds out. “I don’t know what I’m going to do,” I say, clasping my hands together under the table. “I’ve lost both my father and my best friend, and now I’m being accused of both crimes?”

“Lost? You sound convinced Sam is dead, not just missing.”

Sitting up, I blink. “Well don’t you? I mean, with the shoe on the front porch, and that note Sammy wrote—”

“We still have handwriting analysts looking over the note, but we haven’t confirmed it’s a match for Sam’s writing.” He flipped to another page in his folder. “I just wanted to go over what we’ve got one more time.”

“Because you have no actual evidence I had anything to do with either event.”

He ignores this. “You said you left your house at around 6pm, met up with Sam and stayed out all night until you came back home at 2am, where you found your father beaten and stabbed with a kitchen knife in the living room. Could you walk me through what you and Sam did that kept you out for eight whole hours?”

“We met up at Mixie’s—Sam had a coupon from the football game Saturday, just had to mention we go to Valley High and we’d get a free side of fries—ate outside for about an hour, went to the park, and then just walked around Sam’s neighborhood until I went home.”

“See, now that’s interesting, because we saw you two on surveillance footage across the street from Mixie’s around that time, but that’s it. Nowhere else do you or Sam appear on any footage for the rest of the night.”

I cock my head. “I don’t think they have CCTV at the park, or in a residential neighborhood.”

“And for eight hours? You told Sam’s mother you two would be going to the library.”

“I just said that so she’d let me and Sam hang out. She doesn’t like me, my father didn’t like Sam. To get what I want I lie. A lot.”

He hums. “Sam seemed pretty agitated in the footage, did anything happen between the two of you?”

“I mentioned my father had come home angry, again. Sam was upset.”

“Oh right, the defensive marks around your neck.”

“Yes, except he didn’t make them as I was killing him, like you keep suggesting. It happened when he came home, before I left.” Be glad You’re reading this, You don’t want to see two large handprints around a sixteen year old’s neck.

“It just seems a bit convenient for you to be out for such a long time the same night your father is killed. And for the weapon to be something from your own kitchen.”

“I was out for ‘such a long time’ to avoid going back home, since my father beatme. Maybe someone was waiting for him to be home alone. Maybe someone stopped by. They got to talking with him, didn’t like the things he said or did. Maybe as they sat there, they realized they couldn’t stand his drivel for single second longer and lashed out the way my father was so prone to doing himself.” I clear my throat. “My father angered a lot of people.”

He clicks his pen once, twice, a third time before setting it down. “So all you have is a shaky alibi.”

“That’s true, I don’t have any proof that I didn’t kill my father or do anything to Sammy. But I don’t think I need to. I think you need proof I did kill my father or had anything do to with Sammy’s disappearance.”

“You’re acting pretty antagonistic, aren’t you kid?”

“I’m grieving.” I stand up, shoving the chair out. “If I’m not being arrested, which I’m assuming I’m not or you’d have done it the last time we were here, I’d like to leave.”

He says nothing but doesn’t stop me as I throw open the door. I zone out as I leave, the route to the parking lot already imprinted on my brain. After climbing into my car, I fish out the bracelet from my cupholder. Identical to the one on my wrist except two of the beads are cracked.

You want me to give You more information. You want more clues, more context. You want more because You want to know if You should sympathize with or vilify me.

Well, too bad. You don’t get any more information. This is the end—for You and for me. But to You, it’s just a story; you’ll finish this and walk away, maybe make lunch or go to class or fall asleep. But I can’t escape from this. You’ll find another book, another character to either care about or project onto and then you’ll move on.

I’m stuck in this cycle. So I’ll exercise the only amount of control I have and say:

Am I to be sympathized with, or vilified?

Figure it out.

[wiypt-writes]

What The Stark Spangled F**k?

A Stark Spangled Forever Drabble- Chorus Girl

Summary- Once again Rori steals the show

Warnings- None

A/N- In honour of the Star Spangled Diva, and her Uncle Tony on their birthday, as requested by @icanfeelastormbrewing​

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

Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist

“Oh Dad!” Emmy looked at Steve “Don’t give me that look.”

“What look?”

“Your Captains look…”

“I’m not…” he shook his head.

“You are, you’re doing it right now!”

Steve sighed “I just don’t see why you wanna go off like that? I mean you graduate in a few weeks-“

“I know!” Emmy said “And that’s why I wanna go. I’ve spent the last 3 years working so hard to get my major and…well, travelling for a few months, me and Pete thought it would be fun to see the world before we come back and settle down and…”

“Woah, woah, settle down?” Steve arched an eyebrow “You and Peter…”

“I mean into a job.” Emmy glared at him. “Although we might get an apartment together, I dunno, but…”

“Ok, Ok…” Steve held his hand up to stop her “We can discuss that later…I’m not…”

“You lived with Mom before you got married.” Emmy narrowed her eyes at him.

“Yeah but the difference is he was in his 90s…” Katie said as she walked into the room, gently placing Harry on the floor where he toddled over to his dad who was busy giving Katie a glare.

“That’s not what I was going to say.” Steve frowned, before he looked at Emmy “If you and Pete wanna get a place then…I’m not gonna stop you all I was saying is just don’t start making so many plans…take some time and just…I dunno, chill.”

Katie looked at him, then Emmy, then back again “Did you seriously tell your 21 year old daughter to chill?”

Steve looked at Katie who was wearing an amused smirk and he shook his head “All I was saying is there’s no rush, Em. Come back here, take a few months and if you still wanna go travelling then, go, of course. The world is a big place, I want you to see it…just maybe me and your mom want some time with you this summer.”

Emmy looked at him, then to her mom before she frowned “Were you planning something?”

Katie took a deep breath and looked at Steve before she sighed “It was gonna be a surprise, but it looks like they’re finally going to finish the house in Malibu in the next few weeks. When Jamie finishes school we were gonna head out there for the summer months, all of us and let everyone come visit. Pete’s more than welcome too, if you want. And Brooke”

At the last line Katie saw Steve stiffen a little before he recovered. He had nothing against Peter per-se, he was just still uncomfortable about the fact that his not-so-little girl was dating full stop. God help them the day Rori brought a boy home.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Emmy said, casting her eyes downwards.

“Hey…” Steve looked at her, even now after the fact she’d lived with them for 10 years she still had these moments. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. We just wanted to make your summer special. You’ve put so much hard work into the last 3 years Emmy, me and your Ma are so proud of you.”

“Thanks.” she said, looking at them. “And I’d like that…for us to spend the summer together.”

“Alright, then that’s settled…” Katie smiled “You can go travelling after, if you still want to, right Steve?”

Steve looked at Katie then Emmy and shrugged “Sure…”

“Ok, I’m gonna start-“ But before Katie could finish, there was a loud noise of singing as the door to the den down the hall flew open and the familiar sounds of “Star Spangled Man” hit their ears. Steve looked at Katie before he gave a groan as the sounds of their youngest Daughter singing it grew louder, and louder, before she burst into the lounge dressed in a pink bathing suit, a tutu and Jamie’s old plastic toy army helmet.

“Star Spangled Man with a plaaaaaaaan!” She sang, standing on the rug in the middle of the room, kicking her legs out to the beat as she sang, twirling around, marching on the spot, her signing continuing.

Katie looked at Emmy, the two of them stifling their laughter as much as they could as Steve dropped his hands to his hips and looked at Rori.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Your song!” she grinned “I saw you on the videos with the girls and stuff…you lifted a bike up, with your arms!”

“Yeah, ok…who showed them to you?” Steve looked at Rori and she grinned and he had a feeling he already knew the answer.

“Uncle Bucky and Uncle Sammy. We watched them last time I had a sleepover.”

“Course you did.” Steve groaned

“And Emmy rehearsed them with me…”

At that point Steve turned his eyes to Emmy who narrowed her eyes and looked at her little sister.

“Hey, don’t throw me under the bus Rori…”

“What bus?” Rori asked, frowning as she looked around “I don’t see no bus?”

“It’s a figure of…never mind, forget it.” Emmy chuckled.

At that point Jamie walked into the living room “Hey Dad, have you seen my-“

But what it was Steve might have seen he never found out, as Jamie trailed off and took in Rori’s outfit.

“What are you wearing?” he frowned.

“My Chorus girl outfit!” she grinned “I’ve been practicing…”

“Practicing for what?”

“Being a chorus girl, dur!” she rolled her eyes “Look…”

And once more she launched into that infernal song, including another rendition of the dance routine she’d learned. Jamie stood watching, mouth falling open and Steve couldn’t help but laugh at the scene in front of him. The perplexed look on Jamie’s face, Rori’s dancing and singing and Harry stood clapping and trying to join in with Stark adding the occasional bark for good measure.

“When I grow up I wanna be a chorus girl…” Rori said, as she finished, giving a final twirl.

“Do you?” Katie said, smiling before she looked at Steve and gave him a smirk. “Maybe we should have called her Lottie…”

“You had to bring that up?” Steve sighed, folding his arms and glaring at her.

Katie grinned as Rori looked at her “Lottie? Who’s Lottie…”

“An old friend of daddy’s…” Katie teased and Steve shook his head.

“I’ll kill Bucky for telling you that.”

“You told me yourself!” Katie snorted

“I never told you it was a chorus girl, or her name because you said you didn’t care.”

“I don’t care.” Katie shrugged, and Steve simply arched his eyebrow at her as she smirked at him and looked back at Rori who was now showing Harry how to kick his leg out in front of him. He tried to copy his sister and promptly wobbled and fell back on his diaper clad ass giving a loud yell of laughter, clapping his hands.

Jamie looked at him, then to Rori then turned to his parents, hands on his hips.

“I don’t want her around when Sebastian comes over…” he said, glaring at his dad then his mother, before jerking his thumb over his shoulder as he stalked out of the room “Where did you get her from?”

**Original Posting**

[songbirds-sweet]

ive never actually been to a sleepover before so this seems fun! anyways, can you recommend a band and your favourite song for beginners from them? 👉👈 you seem like you have good taste in music

Hi!! Oh my god thank you so much!!!

What kind of bands are you into? I can request you Foo Fighters, Van Halen, Warrant, and Skid Row

Foo Fighters I recommend starting with either their 90's stuff (either Monkey Wrench or Learn to Fly and Breakout but the most well known is Everlong) OR any song from my favourite album Waisting Light

Van Halen I'd say something from self titled or 1984 so Running With The Devil or Jump (also if you wanna check out the Sammy Hagar Van Halen, Summer Nights!)

Warrant their most famous song is Cherry Pie but my favourite is Uncle Tom's Cabin and from their first album my favourite song is 32 Pennies

Skid Row their most famous one is 18 to Life but the one song that got me into them from their self titled album is Youth Gone Wild

I hope you like them and if you want to know more, let me know!!! 💖

[draconicks]

Sam x Alan Headcannons

TW: None

(for @averyangrylesbian 👊💞)

So, Alan and Sam were very intimidated by eachother, and it was obvious to the folks around them.

Alan put up an angry front because he was like, "Ah, shit. I'm in love with him." so, he acted like a dick every chance he got,,, for the first few days.

After that "phase" was over, he began to act mysteriously nice and playful around Sam, always wearing a rare, wolfish grin and standing right between Sam and Edgar, instead of being toe-to-to next to his brother.

When Sam would meet up with the Frog Brothers at the comic store, he would greet Alan with a bear hug and he never failed to make Alan freeze up.

This went on for some time, before Sammy then announced to them (after coming out to his family first) that he was gay.

Edgar 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 to act shocked, but he failed miserably. Sam just rolled his eyes in annoyance at him.

Alan, however, stared at him with a blank expression, but on the inside, police sirens were blaring and he was dancing.

So, needless to say, Alan was 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 happy.

Not much really happened between any of them after the coming out, besides the Frog Brothers becoming more protective and asking him about his type.

Sam would make eye contact with Alan before blushing and looking down, stating that he liked dark hair and pretty smiles.

Alan would bug his eyes out, his heart racing. "Yeah, well, I like blue eyes." he would reply, literally trying not to screech.

Edgar then just sort of leaves the two alone- he already knows what's about to happen and he doesn't wanna laugh at the wrong time.

Edgar has a bad problem of that :/

But, Sam and Alan just sort of stare at eachother for a little while, a thick, awkward silence between the two teens.

Sam then clears his throat and bobs his head slightly, "Is there something that you may wanna tell me? Or..." he asks him.

Alan's eyes water up and he looks around the store briefly, making sure that no one was staring at the two. There wasn't anyone around them, but it was still packed.

He sniffles, and nods his head fastly.

"I...really, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 like you, Sammy." He then fiddles with his thumbs, waiting for a response.

Sam then smiles at him and claps him on the shoulder before pulling him into a crushing hug, relief the only thing that the two are feeling (besides the happiness).

A few weeks later, right before summer ended, the two then made it official, but not without Edgar's and Michael's "blessings".

Michael scoffed and told Sam that he didn't care as long as he was careful as always, and Edgar was confused because he thought that the two had already made it official, but he still gave him his "blessings".

One night, out on the Boardwalk, Alan ran off from Sam's side, telling him he was gonna be right back, and that it wouldn't be long.

Sam pouted but still let him leave.

Alan raced down to the comic store, where Edgar was waiting outside with two Ring Pops, scowling, "You said I wouldn't have to stand out here for long >:(" And Alan promised him that he would make it up to him later, snatching the candy before running off back to Sam.

Sam gave him a worried expression on why he was so out of breath from running that short-distance, but Alan then thrusted a Ring Pop into his hand, "WillyoubemyRingPophusband,SamEmerson?" He rushed out.

Sam cocked his head to the side in confusion and Alan just crumbled, "Will you be my Ring Pop husband, Sam Emerson?" He wheezed out.

Sam's eyes widened and he started laughing, throwing his head back from the question. "Yes, I would love to be!"

Cue them wearing Ring Pops the entire night before Lucy had to come pick Sam up, and that was when they both had to part (but not before they hugged 🥺)

Oh God, Sam is a cuddler.

Alan had never really had that much affection before he met Sam, so when Sam asks him if he could hold him, Alan always looks scared.

But, Sam doesn't wait for an answer and instead just lazily drapes his arms around Alan's stomach, and Alan just very awkwardly pats his shoulder, not quite knowing what to do.

And when they want to have a sleepover, Sam makes Alan come over, because Alan and Edgar's house is not,,, okay-

And while staying there, Alan would restrain from calling Lucy "Mom", since he knew how Sam would react.

He actually becomes very close to Grandpa Emerson, who would sometimes even offer him some Oreos and a root beer, which he would take at every offer.

So, yeah :,) Grandpa Emerson and Alan are best buds.

But anyways, Sam and Alan lay on the floor of Sam's room, since his bed is constantly messy and he's too lazy to change it, and they lay their sleeping mats right next to eachother :,)

Sam doesn't get any sleep because Alan has his knees buried into his back and is snoring right into his ear (which he's sort of okay with, but also not?) so Sam then just wriggles a little ways from him and gives Alan his space.

But of course, he fucking scoots closer to him and puts his knees back exactly where they were LAMKSJDJJ

Sam's fine (not really) with it though

Alan often shoplifts luxurious chocolate for Sam and wraps it up in pink, arcade themed wrapping for him and then would drop it off on his doorstep.

Sam knows damn well that Alan doesn't pay for it, but he could care less because- chocolate is chocolate.

They both go on shoplifting sprees together, although they both have enough money to pay for it. They also will hit the grocery store and steal some random trinkets for Edgar :)

This continued for a little while before Lucy got a call from a goth store saying that her sons were caught stealing some jewelry and a Pink Floyd t-shirt.

After that, Lucy made them stay home, and not go out without Michael's supervision (which crushed both of them, because that was their alone time).

They both introduced eachother to new music!!

Alan only listens to 60's psychedelic rock or 80's hiphop/rap, while Sam listens to hard rock and any kind of synthpop (*cough* Blondie *cough*)

So, they would listen to some LL Cool J and Salt-N-Peppa, and then Motley Crue followed by Blondie, so it's like a rollercoaster inside Sam's house when Alan is over.

But, Edgar is glad that Sam introduced his brother to more music, because he only listens to the same 4 songs 24/7-

And when they get done listening to music, they sit next to eachother, holding hands, and talking about where they would go when they graduate :,)

They both made the same mutual decision to go to state uni, so they wouldn't be apart, and then time would tell the rest

[sunflowersteves]

vic baby i’m so sorry the events of today overshadowed your sleep over 🥺

n e ways 🦋 as your favorite snacks!

🥺ty sammy, I’m giving u the biggest hug rn!!! u would be chocolate chip cookies which are absolutely my favorite and I could eat tons

spicy doritos - @fandomsandxfiles

kit kat - @blackberrybucky

oreo - @moonlight-prose

spicy shin ramyun - @buckybarnesplumwhore

goldfish (the dyed ones) - @hunters-heathen

🌊vic’s summer sleepover🌊

[unsaidholland]

masterlist

let me know if any of the links aren’t working!

holland!reader fics are found by searching “holland sister!reader” on my blog :)

☽ - fluff ☼ - angst  ☆- requested/written for an event

harry holland

imagines

the sweater ☼☽: an assortment of moments with harry’s pink sweater (posted on my old blog)

maybe in another universe ☼: in which you and harry see each other after breaking up // pt. two to the sweater

kiss me ☽: harry knows something went wrong with your last break-up, but he wouldn’t couldn’t ask you about it // inspired by like real people do by hozier

vintage, but feels brand new ☼☽: after being with harry for eight and a half years, your relationship is getting worn in but somehow still feels brand new // inspired by come back home by arkells

atlantis ☼: built up, but doomed to fall, just like atlantis // inspired by atlantis by seafret

blurbs

selfish ☽: you do the run in selfish by madison beer and harry catches you

public ☽☆: in which you and harry go public | written for my 200 follower sleepover

a surprise gift ☽☆: in which harry surprises you with a necklace | written for my 200 follower sleepover

buttercup ☽☆: in which you and the boys play cheat, and you win | written for my 200 follower sleepover

my sunflower ☽☆: in which you and harry go on a walk to a sunflower field | written for my 200 follower sleepover

just you ☽☼☆: a ruined surprise and reassurance sometimes doesn’t go quite well | written for my 300 follower sleepover

pasta sauce ☽☆: harry wants to get you prego | written for my 300 follower sleepover

three more days ☽☆: facetime only reminds you that you’ll see harry in three more days | written for my 300 follower sleepover

headcanons

drive ☽☆: what i imagine long drives with harry to be like | written for my 200 follower sleepover

the laundry room ☽☆: in which nikki walks in on you making out with harry | written for my 300 follower sleepover

newborn shoots ☽☆: a photoshoot with you, harry, and your son caleb | written for my 300 follower sleepover

my girl ☽☆: protective harry™️ | written for my 300 follower sleepover

tom holland

imagines

wildflower ☽: a new tattoo sparks a new nickname for you // inspired by wildflower by 5sos

what a time ☼☽: in which you write a song about tom after a breakup and he needs to make things right // inspired by what a time by julia michaels ft. niall horan

blurbs

someone to you ☽☆: all tom wants is to be someone to you // inspired by someone to you by banners | written for my 100 follower celebration

stay ☽☆: tom wants you to stay in atlanta for one more night | written for my 200 follower sleepover

the long game ☽☆: in which you get married to your childhood best friend | written for my 300 follower sleepover 

headcanon

wedding chaos ☽☆: planning a wedding isn’t all that productive | written for my 300 follower sleepover

is it too early for a divorce? ☽☆: in which your wedding photoshoot doesn’t go as planned | written for my 300 follower sleepover

relaxation ☽☆: work has you stressed, so tom helps you relax | written for my 300 follower sleepover

harrison osterfield

imagines

forever ☽ : getting married to harrison and the beginning of forever

blurbs

reunited ☽☆ : in which you and harrison reunite after four months of lockdown

love me like you did ☼☆: in which harrison sees you in a bar after you two broke up and wants you back

sick days ☽☆: in which harrison is sick and you take care of him | written for my 200 follower sleepover

hidden feelings ☽☆: after a drunken hook up with hidden feelings, you want harrison to stay one more night | written for my 200 follower sleepover

unsaid ☼: some things are better unsaid, but this isn’t better // inspired by unsaid by chris lanzon

miserable at best ☽☆: you got a job offer back in canada, but harrison doesn't know that you’re not going | written for my 300 follower sleepover

onward ☽☆: in which you watch onward, but you don’t have a dad | written for my 300 follower sleepover

i just want you ☽☆: luke hemmings was your ex, and harrison isn't as famous as him | written for my 300 follower sleepover

headcanons

picnics and flower picking ☽☆: what i think having a picnic and picking flowers with harrison is like | written for my 200 follower sleepover

sam holland

imagines

carbonara ☽: in which you go through a breakup and sam promises to make you carbonara | written for sammy’s summer writing challenge

blurbs

without the label ☼☆: in which you’ve got sam tied down | written for my 300 follower sleepover

headcanons

dating sam would include ☽☆

[wordshakerofgallifrey]

First lines

@klaineharmony tagged me to post the first lines of my last 20 works. I have no clue if I’m doing this right, so there’s some WIPs and some published here, so here goes!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag our favorite authors!

the ones with links are the ones posted, some are active WIPs, and some are still sitting on my word docs. I did cheat and skipped like. two stories because one was a chat fic and the other is one I’m seriously considering deleting, I just haven’t gotten around to it yet. anyways! Enjoy these first lines, or as I like to call it: “How many times can I use Katherine’s name in the Newsies’ fics?”

finished~~

1. Bring on the Monsters (DuckTales)

Louie huffs, resisting the urge to pull his phone out from under his pillow and check the time again.

2. in a string of days, a year is gone (Darkwing Duck)

It’s two weeks after the Fearsome Four before Drake thinks to ask Gosalyn where she’d been living since her Grandpa’s disappearance.

3. Stay in the Car! (Darkwing Duck)

They’re driving across the Audubon Bay Bridge when the structure rocks with an explosion, causing Drake to swerve to avoid hitting the car in front of him.

4. Not Some Little Christmas Show I’m Reviewing (Newsies)

Katherine stared up at the theater, shoulders hunched against the cold.

5. The One on Halloween (Newsies)

Katherine smirked a little to herself as she adjusted the scarf she'd picked for her Halloween costume.

6. Groovy Kind of Love (Newsies)

"Hey Kath?" Jack leaned his head over the back of the couch to call down the hallway.

7. drabbles and prompt fills and asks, oh my! (technically all Newsies, right now)

Chapter Four: Ducks for Chicks. 

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in,” Crutchie said, grinning.

8. In Case of Medda-ling, Always Keep Your Phone On... (Newsies)

"Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Joooleeennee—"

9. ain’t no sunshine (Newsies)

Katherine squeezed her eyes shut, burying her face in her pillow until spots of light danced behind her eyelids.

10. summer heat, boy and girl meet (Newsies)

Honestly, Katherine hadn’t been crazy about the ‘beach house getaway’ idea.

WIPs~~

11. ignis fatuus (Darkwing Duck)

Gosalyn narrows her eyes at the goat--Mr. Hannigan, Mrs. Cavanaugh had said--who looks completely out of place in his pinstripe suit against the fancy decorative plates they weren’t allowed to touch in Mrs. Cavanaugh’s kitchen.

12. Custom Fit in an Off-the-Rack World (Newsies) (Chapter 1)

“Do you, John Francis Kelly, take Katherine Ethel Pulitzer as your lawfully wedded wife?”

13. Play Me a Memory (Newsies) (Chapter Four)

"Hey." A soft hand in his hair slowly brought Race out of his doze on the bar, his face smushed into the wood.

14. Unnamed Duck Boys’ Sleepover Part 2 (Ducktales)

“Why’s Unca’ Donal’ so quiet?” Dewey asks around his toothbrush.

15. Bring on the Real World (DuckTales)

Dewey dips his foot in the pool, kicking and watching the water ripple.

16. literally all my doc has for a title here is “Gosalyn sick” (titles come last, sue me XD)

Drake holds Gosalyn’s hair back with one hand, rubbing her back with the other.

17. (working title) The Adventures of Gosmoduck and D-E-W!

“Okay, say something,” Gosalyn says, taking off her helmet as they park their bikes side-by-side in the garage.

18. Evolution of a Nightmare (Darkwing Duck/DuckTales)

Gosalyn’s no stranger to nightmares.

19. Blue and Pink (original work ft. the Kelly kids)

Corey shifted in their seat on the ferry, duffel bag between their scuffed, paint-splattered Converse.

20. Girls’ Best Friend (original work) (currently chapter nine-ish)

“Hello, I.T. Have you tried turning it off and on again?” Sammi said in a bored voice, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder.

wow, i can’t believe I actually had 20 stories?? and that I repeat names so much?? that’s a weird pattern to find tbh I wasn’t expecting that... 

tagging! most of my peeps were tagged already but imma tag you again. @elozable @thelittleredheadedmusician @jemsjadependant and literally any other mutuals who thinks this looks fun and wants to give it a shot! happy writing!

xx

[cali-holland]

🎉 + being the only Holland girl (your triplets with Harry and Sam) and being in a secret relationship Harrison since you were 16 and he was 19 (going on 20) and the family finding out. You chose the reactions. Love your writing btw 💓💓

🎉 + idea for a blurb request

Thank you 🥰🥰

~~~

“Happy anniversary, baby.” Harrison mumbled softly, still sounding like he was half-asleep, which he was, but that didn’t stop him from opening his tired eyes to see you.

“Happy anniversary to you, too.” You smiled, placing a hand on his cheek as you gave him a sweet good morning kiss.

You had been with Harrison for four years now, and they had easily been the best four years of your life- well, excluding all the petty teenager drama you had with your friends and the big challenge that was university. He was the light in your life, and you two were crazy about each other.

The thing was, though, you kind of accidentally somehow sort of forgot to tell your whole family about your relationship? Four years ago, you just said you were going out on a date, and beside the regular overprotective questions from your four brothers, you didn’t say much about it. You never saw your love life as something that needed to be discussed. Sure, you and Harrison had spent time together in front of your families, Tom and Harry especially, but neither of you were big on PDA. You two would do some couple-y things in front of the others- you’d run your fingers through Harrison’s hair, he’d hug you for a little too long, you’d even kiss his cheek sometimes, but your brothers always thought it was you being really close to their friend- they didn’t realize just how close. You never intended to keep it a secret so long, but your father didn’t want you dating until you were older (much older than when you and Harrison started dating) and you weren’t sure how Tom would react to it either.

“We should probably tell our families.” You stated, frowning a little at the thought. You’d both tried so hard over the years to wait for the right time to tell them, but that right time never came and so that’s how you ended up being together for four whole years without them knowing.

“Probably.” He laughed.

“You know, my mum invited me to a family dinner this afternoon. I could tell them I’m bringing my boyfriend and then just show up with you?” You suggested.

“Family dinner as in everyone everyone or-“

“No. Family dinner as in my annoying brothers that you call friends.” You joked. You loved your brothers, but it was so easy to lovingly poke fun at their close friendship with Harrison. Whenever they told you or him that they thought of him like family, the two of you had to bite back how basically true that really was because yes, you and Harrison had discussed marriage in the later future.

So a few hours later and you two were anxiously making your way over to your family’s home. You’d told your mum that your boyfriend was coming for dinner, and of course that sent a chain reaction throughout the family that you had a boyfriend. You didn’t reply to the numerous texts you received from your brothers, questioning who it was, and you didn’t answer their calls either, waiting to see their reactions. Harrison pressed a kiss to the back of your hand that was intertwined with his as you two made your way up the pathway to your parents’ house.

“We’re here.” You called out, opening the door. As if on cue, your four brothers marched in, standing up straighter than normal. They froze when they saw Harrison standing beside. You could tell that three of them had figured it out.

“Hey, didn’t know you were coming.” Tom laughed, oblivious. See, this is how easy it was to keep it a secret. “Wait until you hear Y/N’s news.”

“Tom.” You and Harrison said simultaneously, and he stopped laughing.

“Wait, what? You two, really?” He questioned in disbelief.

“How long?” Paddy asked.

“Four-“ Before Harrison could finish, Tom cut him off.

“For four months you didn’t tell us?”

“Try years?” You offered with a nervous laugh. “We just kinda didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“Oh my god, so I wasn’t just drunk and hallucinating when I saw you two getting it on last Christmas!” Harry exclaimed.

“Or when I thought you had a secret boyfriend two years ago.” Sam said.

“Well, the secret’s out now.” You smiled, “So where’s the food?”