#second? dream getting his shit rocked is funny as fuck

[sardonic-the-writer]

genuinely so happy someone finally put dream in his place; and it turned out to be Gumball Waterton/Leonardo Hamato???

[peterparkersnose]

Lovers and Love.

pairing: Joel Miller x reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: pregnancy (if you don't like don't read), descriptions of morning sickness, anxiety, angst, illusions to sex

a/n back to your regularly scheduled program i dont wanna hear it i don’t write pregnancy stories often (i say this with a modern day au pregnancy joel fic in my drafts). literally my third in a year (back during my wattpad days I would solely write pregnancy stories. ew). i really like how this turned out though, the length is good

summary Y/N tries to hide that she is pregnant and Joel finds out

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“What’s filling that pretty head of yours lately?” Joel asked between each chop of the wood.

“Oh, nothing.” you lied.

“You looked mighty focused on that rock just a minute ago.”

“Better than looking at you chopping wood,” you scoffed sarcastically, getting Joel’s scent off your trail.

What you were really thinking about? The last time you got your period.

Each swing of the axe made you cringe. You begged to think of something different, but the thought had filled your mind for the past few days when your expected period didn’t arrive.

You and Ellie had swept out an old convenience store about a month ago. Ellie found some period products and gave some to you and it made you think.

When was the last time you got your period?

Ever since you were a child you dreamed of being a mother. Raising a family with someone you loved. But when the world fell to cordyceps, that idea was quickly left in the past with every other hope and dream you ever had.

This was no environment for an adult, let alone a child. A baby was an absolute no. The constant crying would attract any creature in a mile radius. It wouldn’t get the proper nutrition babies needed to grow. And giving birth in this world was a borderline death sentence.

And your baby’s daddy? The man you had been hooking up with on the low.

He was meant to move the cargo. You assisted the cargo and made sure it behaved.

It wasn’t your fault when Ellie was captured by David and you and Joel had to hide out in a shed one night alone.

Or maybe that time Ellie went out hunting.

Or the time Joel had to cover your mouth and tell you to shut up because she was asleep in the next room.

You knew Ellie wasn’t a dumb kid, but you were just praying she wasn’t that smart.

But pregnancy tests were nonexistent. Most of them you assumed would be expired. Can pregnancy tests even expire? And condoms, come on. It would honestly be funny if Joel pulled one out as a joke. There was no way any of those were still in use at least five years after the breakout.

“Y/N!” Joel yelled, catching your attention. The volume of his voice caught you off guard. “What’s wrong with you, seriously?” he scoffed, flipping his axe in his hand.

Brushing him off, you helped him carry wood into the small abandoned cabin you had found for the night.

Ellie was sitting on the matted couch with her leg resting on top of the coffee table in what was left of the living room. If you squinted, it looked almost normal. No clickers, no cannibals, just a normal world, a normal Ellie sitting in a normal house.

You needed to quickly get the idea of a normal world out of your head. It wasn’t here anymore. You couldn’t hope and dream like you used to. It wasn’t the time for fantasy land anymore. This was serious shit.

“Thank god, I am fucking freezing!” Ellie announced, rubbing her hands together.

Joel dropped his few planks of wood on the ground. “I’m gonna go look for some blankets and supplies upstairs. Ellie, help Y/N with the fire.”

Ellie groaned and slammed her feet on the floor one by one from the coffee table dramatically. You could already imagine the eye roll she had just given him.

You began arranging the logs into a nice stack. Joel had cut enough to easily last you through the night and maybe into the morning.

“You doin’ okay?” Ellie asked, searching through her backpack for the matches. “Mhm,” you lied, watching her scratch the match and throw it in the dry fireplace.

“Joel said something about-” “It doesn’t matter what Joel said.” you cut her off. Ellie rested back on her legs. She was very obviously disappointed you wouldn’t tell her what was wrong.

Was it really that obvious?

“What did I say now?” Joel asked from the banister. He was carrying blankets in his hands he found in the bedrooms. He had a big smile plastered on his face that only widened when your eyes met his.

Just imagine how he would be. Carrying down blankets for you and your child to make a fort together. Making popcorn and watching a movie as the sky became dark. The child would fall asleep in your arms and the two of you would stare at each other and appreciate the world, the life you made together.

You broke eye contact with him and shook your head.

How could you let yourself think like that?

“That I was the best clicker killer in the group.” Ellie made up, lightening the mood. “Oh really now?” Joel chuckled, throwing all of the sheets down on Ellie.

“Oh thank god, warmth.” she sighed, wrapping herself in as many blankets as she could hold.

You snatched a blanket from Ellie with a smirk and moved in front of the fire. You saw the sun setting from one of the still intact windows. Joel made the bold move of laying directly next to you. Normally you would have been so touched by this little bit of public affection (even though the definition of public, for now, was just Ellie), but you were so exhausted by your mind games from the day that you couldn’t care less.

Ellie curled up next to you. She moved into your chest, wrapping her arms around one of yours. Poor Joel, Ellie got all your affection tonight after all.

After a few minutes, she was asleep.

“You wanna meet upstairs in a bit? Tell her your takin’ a piss or something.” Joel whispered in your ear. His wide hand touched your back, making you tense. He was craving your touch you could tell. It had been a few weeks since your last hookup. “No. Not tonight,” you whispered back, pulling Ellie closer.

“Hey,” he said in a low tone. You turned your head to look at him. “What’s really goin’ on?”

“Nothing,” you lied. “I know when your lying.” he sighed. “Joel, drop it.” you hissed.

Ellie’s head looked up at yours. You felt the movement and immediately reacted.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. Go back to sleep now,” you said sweetly to her, brushing her hair to the side of her face. You could tell Joel noticed how you called her baby girl. That’s what he called her.

“What’s happening?” she asked groggily. “Nothing important. Now back to sleep. We need our energy for tomorrow.” You gave her a reassuring kiss on the top of her head.

Ellie nodded and resumed back to her sleeping spot in your arms.

Joel now sat against the couch, watching the two of you interact.

After a moment of silence to make sure Ellie was asleep again, he spoke.

“You would make a great mother one day.”

Your head whipped around and the look on your face said it all.

“With Ellie ‘n stuff. Sorry,” Joel muttered, rubbing his hands down the front of his jeans nervously. The man never usually let his guard down and say vulnerable things like that and you could tell he was disappointed by your reaction.

“Good night Joel,” you said sincerely. He was right. Ellie was like a little sister to you.

On the brink of sleep, you heard him throw another log on the fire. Blankets shuffled and there was a defining silence. Then the thought hit you.

There was no way he knew, right?

-

The faces matched so perfectly but yet were so different. Joel stood in a kitchen, the kitchen in the house you grew up in. You followed the scent of some sort of food and wandered into the kitchen. Your balance seemed off to you. Looking down, you were met by a large bump. No toes could be seen.

“Mama!” you heard. Your head whipped around to the kitchen table. It was the same oak as you remembered it. A baby sat in a high chair. It had curly (your color hair) and Joel’s eyes. It scared you how fast you recognized his features. Unremarkably, they were copied onto the baby's face. “Come on now, eat your breakfast,” Ellie said, encouraging the child. She appeared next to them with a spoon in her hand, making airplane noises as the child laughed.

“Ellie! Did you finish your homework?” Joel asked her. The oh-so-familiar groan escaped from her lips.

“Yes… maybe…” she began to say as the dream began to fade.

You shot upright, breathing heavily. Then the feeling arose from your stomach.

“Y/N?” Joel asked, shielding his face from the sun rays displaying over his eyes. He watched you run to the kitchen that was left of the living room.

The kitchen sink was the victim of your vomit.

Joel quickly stood up and went to your side. His hand returned to its spot from the previous night.

“It’s okay,” he said. You could tell he was trying to calm you, but it also sounded like he was trying to calm himself.

Tears began to roll down your cheeks as the vomiting came to an end.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, wiping your mouth on your sleeve. “No, no. Stop, you have nothing to be sorry about.”

“Joel… please,” you stuttered. You embraced him. His surprisingly warm figure held yours tightly. “It’s okay,” he said again.

“You want to try to go back to sleep?” he asked you. Hesitantly, you shook your head yes.

Thank god Ellie was a deep sleeper when she had been asleep for a while. You could just imagine her putting the puzzle pieces together and announcing it without a second thought. She is a smart girl.

Joel held you on the wood floor. The two of you didn’t care if Ellie woke up to find your embrace. Sleep didn’t return to you, but a sense of peace did. You forgot about the world, the pregnancy, the cold, and the anger for just a moment. It was just you and Joel. The way it should be.

-

“Good morning Mom and Dad,” Ellie said, poking her foot into your shoulder.

Your eyes fluttered open from their relaxed state. “Go find some breakfast and shut it.” you hissed at her. Joel adjusted his hold on you, sighing in your ear.

“Some kid, huh?” he whispered.

“Tell me about-”

“Eugh! What the hell happened here?” Ellie yelled from the kitchen.

“I got food poisoning. Leave it,” you yelled to the kitchen, coming up with your best lie.

“Before we leave you should look upstairs. I thought I saw some clothes you might like. Warmer for the winter too,” Joel grunted, sitting up straight and stretching his arms behind his back.

Using the coffee table to help you up, you trotted across the cold floor and made your way upstairs.

The first bedroom was empty. The second had a few long sleeve tee shirts and a pair of jeans that would fit you. At least for now. You picked up a sweatshirt for Ellie and a book she might like.

The third bedroom seemed to be a children’s room. You were going to look for something smaller for Ellie, but when you opened the first drawer you were met with rows of baby clothes.

Your hands ran over the patterns on the onesies. A baby girl had lived here. Your heart ached as you tried not to think about what her fate had possibly been.

You opened another drawer and it was filled with baby shoes. The memories of swooning over the baby shoes at the store when you were younger filled your mind. The memory of little Y/N mentally picking out which shoes her baby would wear one day warmed your heart.

Opening the top drawer again, you looked through the clothes. You let yourself choose four, one for each season. Easy enough to keep hidden in your backpack. You were too busy looking at the clothes to notice Joel leaning against the doorframe.

You only noticed him when you turned to put the clothes into your backpack.

Audibly gasping, you dropped your bag on the ground along with the onesies.

“I… I-”

“Don’t,” Joel sighed. He bent down and grabbed your bag along with the baby clothes.

“You really thought I didn’t know?” he chuckled, slowly opening the zipper to your backpack.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, face burning red. It’s all you could manage to say. Your brain felt numb.

“No, Y/N. It takes two, remember?” he smiled, holding up a onesie in front of him.

“Been a while since I’ve done this,” he chuckled, beginning to fold the clothes. You stared at him astonished.

He was taking this news surprisingly well. You expected him to leave you somewhere, or even worse. The fact that he was smiling and folding clothes for a baby in this world was shocking.

“How did you know?” you asked him. He gave you the side eye and smirked. “I know your body like the back of my hand. I just have to close my eyes and…”

Joel closed his eyes and the stupidest grin grew on his face.

“Stop it!” you blushed, giving him a playful slap on the arm. “I notice things, darling,” he said, assuring you everything was right.

“How long have you known?” you asked him. You nervously dragged your finger across the dresser’s carved pattern. “Week maybe. Figured it was either that or you were hidin’ a bite. I prayed you were pregnant instead of bitten.”

“You also were avoiding me as much as you could,”

You looked at your shoes. “I really just didn’t want to think about… you. This.” you admitted.

“I’m not mad, sweetheart. Pick a few more, I have room in my bag.”

You opened the drawer again and went for your second pics.

“Your not mad?” you asked him. “I’m not thrilled. When I figured it out it wasn’t fun. But now…”

“What about now?” you asked him. Joel sighed.

“If I heard right…” he began.

“My shithead little brother has started a settlement up in Jackson.”

“Tommy?” you asked, folding a pair of baby shorts. “Get ‘sum them shoes too,” Joel muttered, pulling at the handle of the drawer.

“Jackson’s about a few day ride from here. I can't guarantee he’ll be happy to see me but it’s our best hope.” he assured you, placing his hand back on your back. This time you accepted his touch and pushed back on it.

You both agreed that would be the next step in your journey.

“Any name suggestions?” he asked you, handing you back your backpack.

“Jesus Joel, I haven’t even thought about that.” you said, swinging it on your back.

“What about Ellie Junior?” you heard her ask from the hall.

You and Joel made quick eye contact and then looked back at Ellie. Your mouth fell slightly open. The fear expressed over your face, you were basically a deer in headlights.

She walked into the bedroom with a shameful look on her face. “I wasn’t trying to listen I promise. This house seems to echo.”

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[gay4abby]

Hi sweet can i request something about sleeping with jordan? like if they would be big or little spoon, if they snore... i bet they murmurs when you leave their arms and smile when see you peacefuly sleeping ❤️‍🩹 I saw someone saying on twt that there is a glimpse of Jordan with his leg over Marie's body when they wake up together and I'm still thinking about it damn 🥴

When You Sleep !!

iiiiii REMEMBER THIS!! EP 5 i rewatched that scene so many times im pretty sure my cia agent was concerned so glad u sent this in hope u enjoy! (y/p stands for your pronouns ☺️) ‹𝟥

⋆ Contrary to popular belief, Jordan is both a little spoon and a big spoon.

⋆ When you guys are cuddling, they like to make sure your head is in between their shoulder blade and neck. Having you as close as possible was always a must for Jordan.

⋆ The pair of you like to take naps together in either dorm room, planning on sleeping for only 2 hours but then waking up and realising it's three a.m.

⋆ It's funny actually, you'll miss class and then you're both sweaty from all the maneuvering which means you have to take a shower. And what better way to get cleaned properly than having someone there to make sure you got all the right places.

⋆ Jordan likes to have their hand cradling your neck while they sleep. A lot of time you'll feel their hand brushing along the nape of your neck, drawing circles along the hairline. Sometimes it’s fine unconsciously, others is when they’re anxiety is through the roof and they need some grounding.

⋆ Whenever you’re sleeping, Jordan sometimes lays watch just to study you. They actually can’t believe they’ve met someone as divinely perfect as you and it sometimes makes them second guess themselves.

⋆ Jordan doesn’t snore, but they do this thing where it seems like they’ll stop breathing for a second and it scares the living shit out of you that they have to tell you it’s completely normal and they can’t really do anything about it.

⋆ They have full blown conversations in their sleep! One time, you guys were napping and you thought you were dreaming until you turned around to see Jordan just…talking. Like as if they were awake.

⋆ “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” “It wasn’t supposed to go there and now you’ve gone and fucked it all up!” “You’ve ruined the surprise what if (y/p) doesn’t like it anymore ):” AND YOU’LL SEE THE FROWN TOO RIGHT AFTER THEY SAY THAT.

⋆ Their dreams are very vivid and you’ll catch them reenacting whatever the fuck is going on in their heads. It’s nothing ever traumatic, just sweet wholesome dreams that consist of them always wanting to do something for you.

⋆ “Babe, you were talking in your sleep again.” “I was? Fuck! Did I say anything embarrassing?”

⋆ They’re so clingy!!! You’ll wake up from your over extended nap and find your limbs completely tangled up with Jordan’s. And depending on which form they take during that time, like their male form, you’ll find yourself smothered by their whole body.

⋆ Getting up to pee is a workout. Even though Jordan is much smaller than you in their female form, their strength is an unbeatable match. They’ll have their arm secured tightly around your waist and when you try to move it’s rock solid so you’ll just bounce back with a huff.

⋆ Blanket hogger Jordan Li! My god, trying to share a blanket with them is like participating in a tug of war match. You love sleeping with them, so that’s why you always make sure to have your own blanket when you take your nap sessions.

⋆ Jordan smiles in their sleep, A LOT. Like sometimes you think you’re going crazy, but they be cheesing and you always wonder what’s going on in that pretty head of theirs.

⋆ Jordan likes it when you fall asleep first because they want to make sure you’re safe and sound before drifting off. They’re always on high alert before your nap sessions and they sometimes thinks it’s too much, but you always reassure them that you love it badly.

⋆ So, Jordan talking in their sleep. Let’s get back to that. If it’s not full blown sentences, you’ll catch them just softly saying your name over and over again. Like a mantra.

⋆ You’re in class and Jordan has a day off, you’ll get a string of texts telling you to come back to their room when you’re done with classes because they have something prepared. And you walk into their dorm to see a mountain of clouds (it’s a bunch of blankets) on the ground with a makeshift awning.

⋆ “Surprise!” “What’s all this?” “We’re barricading ourselves in my dorm for the entire weekend and you can’t say no.” “Wasn’t going to anyway, baby.”

⋆ You both wear each others clothes before you take a nap because “it makes you feel closer to one another,” you guys are disgustingly cute.

⋆ Jordan in their female form cuddling you is so adorable!!!!! because she has both arms wrapped around you from the back so even if their arm falls asleep they wouldn’t care. She quite literally disappears when she’s behind you.

⋆ Depending on the length of your hair and texture, Jordan would sometimes play with the strands while you sleep (and if you don’t have any hair at all, they’ll just massage your temples and give you head rubs ): I’m choking).

⋆ Jordan moves a lot in their sleep. When you both started your nap sessions, they were hesitant because they hope that didn’t bother you. After you guys woke up, he asked if it did and you looked at him confused like ??? What the fuck are you talking about?

⋆ “So I didn’t move at all?” “Jordan, what? We were in the same position for 2 hours.” And alarm bells go off in their head like !!!!!!! you’re my cure!!!!

⋆ Since your naps span on for hours, you’ll both wake up thirsty and sweaty, prompting them to dive into their mini fridge to get you both cold water bottles.

⋆ Jordan doesn’t like the pillows you have because they said that it’s not as comfortable as it is laying on you. So when they’re the little spoon and the nap session is happening in your dorm, you are their human body pillow!!!

⋆ And when they’re the big spoon, they just bring their own pillows lol.

⋆ Nap sessions have become tradition with you both since you’re both always so sleepy. Jordan never passes up the opportunity to be able to nap with you, it’s a different level of intimacy that Jordan isn’t used to.

⋆ You make them crave domesticity, so the naps give them a semblance of that. You are their home and they feel comfortable being able to sleep however when it’s with you.

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

Monsters walk at night (Monster!Price x f!reader)

Another one for @glitterypirateduck Price writing challenge!

Scenarios used, 16. ‘A Pursuit takes place’ and 44. 'A world where mates exist':

Warnings: monster fucking, NSFW, unprotected p in v, partial smut, literally getting chased down.

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It started off as an innocent walk through the woods by the large cabin Price had rented, (seemed more like a house when you saw it), stating you all needed a break. He had distributed the rooms when you all had arrived, securing the perimeter and making sure the security cameras and alarm system worked. You remember the day clearly.

The fridge was fully stocked as were the bathrooms, all the amenities needed for a few days stay away from civilization. You walked into the kitchen getting ready to make some food, the drive there was long and you were absolutely starving. “What are ye plannin ta make and can I have some because I am famished.” You turned to find Johnny strolling into the kitchen. “Well I wasn’t offering to make dinner just looking for a snack, but it’d be a shame to have the cabin burn down.” Johnny groans from the table, “It was one time bonnie! Was nae like I was plannin on burnin the place up!” “Johnny you set the place ablaze tryin to make CUP OF SOUP!” “I was tired!”

Price walked in shaking his head as Ghost and Gaz came in behind him chuckling. Simon piped up, “So you makin food or not?” You roll your eyes, “I’ll make a steaming pile of dog shit just for you Ghost.” “Make sure it has garlic and potatoes, yeah?” After dinner was decided on, (not dog shit), everyone settled in for the night with the exception of you and John. “Fancy a walk luv? There are lights on the trails.” You think about it for a minute and nod, “Sure. Seems like a nice night, gotta walk off that meal too.” You both chuckle and walk outside, the night warm so there was no need for jackets.

You both had been walking for about 20 minutes, the scenery beautiful and calming, making small talk as the scent of Price’s cigar smoke wafts around in the night air. The light from the cigars burning tip gave Price’s already attractive features a boost, almost making him look scary in the dark of the woods. “You know, I could use a bit more exercise. Up for a chase?” You look at him confused as he takes a hit from his cigar and blows the smoke upwards, the red embers showing in his eyes.

He leans closer as you take a step back, his eyes gleaming, his teeth seeming sharper. “Run.” That was all you needed as you took off into the trees. You don’t know how long you ran before you finally heard his boots hitting the ground behind you. He was far but not by much, the sound of his boots thudding loudly, almost like he was heavier now. You had briefly stopped behind a large rock but continued when you heard his voice ring through the forest, loud and strange. “Run all you want sweetheart. I can smell you from a mile away.”

You had barely made it to a clearing when you were tackled from behind. You managed to turn over, finding Price but he looked different. Horns protruded from his head, a spiked tail swaying behind him, teeth razor sharp and eyes glowing like the flames of hell. “Caught you darling. Smelled you the second you started running. Getting chased down turn you on?” You blushed, turning your head away. Sure you had always found Price attractive, you knew he wasn’t totally human, and maybe you had some disrespectfully spicy dreams about him, so who could blame you for being turned on.

He nudged your cheek before moving to your neck, inhaling your scent. “My mate.” “What?” “You’re my mate luv. Smelled it the second you walked onto base.” “ O-oh, um I-“ “Do you accept? I may be a monster but I’m not an asshole. I’ve seen your dreams, heard your whispers.” “This isn’t a joke right? Because…I love you, have for a while and if this is some weird or cruel joke just so you can get laid it’s not funny.”

His eyes widened, stunned. “You think so low of me? That I would make a joke of something so serious?” You shake your head no and he sighs in relief. Nuzzling into your neck, he licks and groans as he tastes your flesh mixed with sweat. “Do you accept?” You nod, “Words, dearest.” “I accept.” A rumble forms in his chest as you kiss him and you both begin to undress. You had felt the bulge of him rubbing against your thigh through the talk and it had you needy.

To say he was large was an understatement as you openly stared at the size of him. “It’ll fit fine luv, no worries.” You nodded hesitantly, “Please be gentle.” He kisses you to smooth your nerves as he slowly pushes in, catching all your pretty noises in his mouth. “That’s it darling. You were made to take me.” He was only half way in but you already felt so full of him but he continued to slip inside unhindered. When his hips finally connected with your’s he left out a drawn out moan into the night air and pulled back slowly. “I hope you’re ready sweetheart, because it’s about to be a long night.” Running a hand over the obvious bulge in your skin, you clench and that’s enough to get him started.

The night is spent surrounded by the sound of his hips meeting your’s, breathy moans, the name of your captain loud on your lips and hands firmly gripping his horns for the ride. He didn’t let up until the sun had almost broken the horizon, both of you spent and newly mated.

[queenofallimagines]

Alexis ness x witch reader

A/N: WHY THE FUCK DID I NOT THINK OF THIS BEFORE?? I TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO MIX MY WITCH HCS WITH BLUE LOCK AND OFC THE EX HARRY POTTER KID WITH THE STEM CAREER PARENTS WHO CRUSHED HIS DREAMS WOULD FOAM AT THE MOUTH!! Was word vomiting onto a page and this came out and I’m like??? Fuck yeah??

TAGLIST: @priv-rose

Alexis Ness:

- I am SO excited for this🗣️

- First of all fuck Harry Potter and fuck JK rat ass Rowling

- Good now That’s that’s out of the way

- He would literally be star struck like he def wouldn’t tell you he believes in stuff like that bc of his childhood

- But like when he sees your so chill he might joke around with superstitions

- But when you know more of them than he does,,,,?

- “Don’t forget! Salt over your left shoulder!”

- “Plant rosemary by your garden gate,lavender for luck and blow cinnamon into your house on the first of the month.”

- “I- what?”

- Putting some sigils for focus and luck in the shoes

- In the inside of the compression suit

- Reading incantations before a game to help(aka mumbling them while pressing kisses to his face)

- Putting a hex on the other team or players you don’t like (Kaiser)

- Kisses as a good luck charm

- Kissing isagi eyelids and forehead so he can smell his goals😔💕

- Charming a necklace he wears during games

- Putting something in his phone case for good measure so he can accidentally not respond to his family or kaisers texts💕

- You could put a little soccer ball charm on your altar for him🥺

- Alexis ness: Love please don’t hex the opposing team I want to win on my own

- Also ness: so like if you COULD hypothetically make isagi twist his ankle,,,,,

- He’s so funny and silly

- Asking you to turn people into frogs

- “It doesn’t work like that beloved”

- I like to think he would go to haunted places and drag you along

- If this is before he knows you’re a witch

- He pretends he just wanted to see the location and he don’t belive in ghosts n stuff

- Even tho he researched like 600 ghost protection methods before yall got here

- The two of you go in, joking around and having fun in the worn down building but the two of you stop dead in your tracks as you hear something?Footsteps...that aren't yours or his.

- Ness clutching you like a damn lifeline

- Your hearts are both pounding in your chests as you walk through the halls, unsure of what is making that noise that doesn’t sound like it’s coming from an animal…

- Mama ain’t raise no Bitch

- So you just straight up yell💀

- “Fuck off! go bother someone else!”

- Poor baby Ness quickly clamps his hand over your mouth, his eyes wide at your outburst. Whatever was making noise in the abandoned hospital immediately stops making noise tho 💅🏿

- Ness gives you the “you’ve lost your damn mind” look

- “Hey! Maybe don’t make whatever it is more pissed off-!”

- “That’s how you banish ghosts! so unless it’s something more dangerous you can tell them to kick rocks! We’re technically on their territory but like same thing I guess. They can’t do much but scare us and I’ve got like 10 protection charms they can’t really do much.”

- Pause

- Rewind

- Excuse me?

- “Y’all got about three seconds to get the fuck up out my way and two of ‘em are already gone because I don’t count shit but money so get to stepping Casper!”

- He’s going to propose to you

- “ Wait! You’ve got protection charms-!?”

- Ness is side eyeing you hard asf rn😭

- Not in a bad way but a “when was this??” Type of way bc he knew nothing of this

- “Ok then…but what about those ghost hunting shows! like there’s those that say that if they get pissed off they can hurt you for being on their ‘property’ if I remember correctly..”

- Like he’s pulling out his ghost busters encyclopedia lmao

- “Those are fake and I’m a witch they can’t fucking touch me. I’ve talked to demons🙄Some old grumpy spirit can’t do much but give me nightmares and even then they’ll have to box me about it”

- Lmao he’s like full stop staring at you wide eyed

- Kaiser baby you’ve been dethroned I fear

- A new emperor about to spin the block😔✊🏿

- Oh! And not let him hear you WORK with deities

- He will be like a kid in a candy store

- Like trauma suddenly gone lmao

- His ugly ass momma saying all that vile shit to him as a baby suddenly never happened

- He’s living his Peter Pan dreams!!

- Ness’ jaw drops to the floor as he hears you list out the demons you’ve worked with.

- Kinda thinks you’re making fun of him at first so he bristles at you but when he sees you’re not even smiling about it he’s even more shocked

- “So..you made a deal with them or something-? If you did that’s like….your soul is basically his now, right!?”

- “Not really? I just had to ask nicely.”

- Lmao he’s like trying to rewire his brain right now

- Nagging voices at the back of his head telling him

- Magic isn’t real and there’s probably a logical explanation for all of this like you’re so clearly kidding

- “Y-You’re like…a legit witch? Like you can do magic and summon stuff!?”

- “Yep”

- He stares for another few seconds before a smile creeps onto his face, his eyes going wide with amazement?

- Like you can actually see the stars

- “Dude this is SO COOL! You’re like a bad ass witch! Wait…CAN YOU DO MAGIC RIGHT NOW!?”

- Dragging you through the hospital as suddenly he done forgot about the shorts or whatever

- You flinch at something dripping but he don’t even turn around to look at it he’s rambling to himself for the most part

- “Alex baby It’s not like Harry Potter but I do curse people and do old ancient spells and stuff. Like I’m technically doing magic right now? I have a protective charm on us so nothing can try anything funny-“

- “A PROTECTIVE CHARM?! YOU CAN DO PROTECTION MAGIC TOO!”

- Lord

- He grabs your hand and starts yanking it

- Chill out???

- he’s excited about this magic stuff and as he holds your hand, he seems so innocent and curious about all of this now.

- “Show me some magic…PLEASE?”

- “Like what spell do you want? And again not like flying magic. It’s more…I guess stuff close to that? Still within the realm of reality. But I mean technically your parents do magic too right? They’re scientists. And just before you know how something works doesn’t mean it’s less magical yknow?”

- Ignoring the fact that last part is what sparked this entire head canon I’m right leave me alone

- “Eh..scientists are just nerds who figure out how things work, not really magical.”

- He’s gunna start pouting, he didn’t really believe in his parents nerdy sciencey stuff

- but your magic that’s WAY more interesting! Magic! Actual magic! How cool is that!

- “Magic isn’t just something you can’t understand. Like think of it. We don’t know shit about gravity and it’s still just a theory but if I drop something it falls right? Same principal. Things seen and unseen in this earth are magic. Like you can use chemistry in spell work all the time. like urine and bleach make chloramine gas and I’ve used that in curses.”

- See he only heard that last part I’m afraid

- was DEF not expecting the last part to come out from your mouth

- “I’m….You…put piss…into your curses?”

- “I WILL call the ghosts to come jump you on my behalf…”

- That got his ass In check real quick lmao

- “like the possibility that I CAN. Like it could be for a nightmare curse. Throw in some poppy seeds for mental unrest and nightmares, vinegar to sour their mind and maybe black pepper to get them to leave your life really fast.”

- “Huh…so piss, seeds, vinegar and black pepper in a mixture makes a nightmare curse…”

- “Why did you write that down….”

- Hope your grimore or whatever isn’t like private bc he WILL dig through that every chance he gets

- Got all the books on your shelves unorganized and fucked up be he done ran through them

- Like can you have some class??🙄

- Sits and stares at your altar for hours

- Like he’s looking at everything on it to see if he can figure it out

- No that table cloth is blue because that’s all I had leave me alone!!

- Back to deities

- He will always be polite

- Nothing if not a gentlemen

- Will say hello to them before YOU walking into the crib

- Like you know when a boy is so polite he talks to your whole family before even remembering he came there for you?

- That’s him

- “Hi great grandma! I bought you some of that liquor you like”

- Leaves more offerings then you I’m afraid

- He’s so baby deer coded they love him

- Everyone and they momma will ride or die for him.

- So like don’t let Kaiser be within a one Mile radius of your house and talking bad to him

- Matter fact? Don’t even watch his games in your home

- Bc now everyone mad

- “Why is he disrespecting my baby like that?”

- Like house is in shambles

- “Go give this to him”

- “What? But wasn’t this mine-“

- “Did I stutter?”

- He’s so beloved

- “I call him old man a lot. Or like Lucy-“

- “Lucy….king of hell, devil incarnate, Lord of the Underworld, and one of the most infamous fallen angels. And you call him LUCY?!”

- Jokes that your food is made with love but like now he’s not sure it’s a joke at this point….

[sequs-art-box]

give me ALL your Anger headcanons,,

You sure you want that? Okay.....

• Has a high pain tolerance. The most you'd get with a punch to his stomach is a small grunt. Nothing more.

• Continuing the tolerance thing, he has extremely high spice tolerance as well. Maybe to the point of not having capsaicin sensors at all. That'd be so funny honestly..

• Cold Take: Anger is Gay and Ace.

• SLIGHTLY WARM Take: He's Biromantic and Ace.

• Physically strong. Even more than Embarrassment. He could have broken through his grip no problem. Do you SEE my vision.

• Completely immune to lava (this is kinda canon already but I don't care >:>)

• Emits heat, even when he's not super angry. The other emotions use him as their personal heater- similar to Baymax in that one scene- during the winter.

• Has woken up the other emotions due to a bad dream many times. Surprisingly enough, his fire extinguisher hasn't been used yet.

• Anger is Joy's second in command.

• One kind of pain he can't tolerate are migraines (totally not projecting)

• I've mentioned this before but I like to think Anger is really good at making the others feel better, whether if it's about themselves or about how they work (gestures to the scene where he comforts Joy)

• Used to sleep with a tank top on but took it off after finding out going shirtless was way more comfortable

• Likes generally hardcore sounding music, but he doesn't mind some relaxing genres too. He ain't afraid to admit that either. He can listen to whatever the fuck he wants.

• Didn't like tea until Fear made him try it (Fear didn't like coffee until Anger made him try it)

• Doesn't have good handwriting. It's not too bad but Joy, Fear, and Anxiety wished he slowed down and wrote a little better.

• Anger is actually a very organized emotion, at least with the stuff he cares about.

• Cheeks turn cherry red when he's flustered (think of it like an opposite reaction to his orange cheeks when he's angry)

• After the events of the first movie, Anger had to *really* learn to control himself. That work definitely paid off by the second movie.

• He's actually not that bad of a dancer, yall just don't give him enough time to practice.

• Tends to babysit Envy a LOT. Says he doesn't like it but he's 100% a father figure to her now. Sorry, no takebacksies.

• PEOPLE THINK THIS MF CANT RUN OR SOME SHIT but he keeps up with the others just fine in the second movie. Dude literally works out every day how can he NOT.

• MY Anger is a good singer, but OG Anger isn't. Sorry bud. I can't see (hear) it.

• He is textbook "act now think later"

• Unintentionally an early bird. Often the first to wake up cause he needs to get shit done.

• The console was made with very durable material, specifically to withstand Ange's outbursts.

• He may be the "youngest" of the original five, but he acts like the oldest.

• Anger's love languages are quality time and acts of service.

• He was the first one to be brought down to the Belief System.

• Despite having a high spice tolerance, he's more of a savory/sweet guy.

• I love to think that Anger is unintentionally charming.... Giving him a high rizz score here. Sorry not sorry.

• Extremely protective of the other emotions. Doesn't show this side often, but when it matters, he'd fight till he fades from existence for them.

• Tried to learn origami with Joy but he kept burning the paper.

• Likes Western dragons more than Eastern dragons, he finds all kinda super interesting though.

• Owns multiple ties with the same design (this can be said about the other emotions too)

• If I were to give him an instrument, he's totally rock an electric bass, or any low sounding instrument.

• Anger is a dog person.

• Looks SUPER good with blue and black clothing. He should wear it more often.

• When he can't show affection to someone, he just punches them (toph from atla core LOL)

• Some positive aspects of his character: Loyal, compassionate, ambitious, and confident.

● Stopped reading the Mind Reader newspapers because they lost their journalistic integrity.

• I will edit this with more headcanons in the future. Enjoy this for now :))

[tellsjokes-movedbacktomulti]

songs and quotes for the muse ☆ ( under the cut )

tagged by: stole from @spiritdreamt tagging: youuuuu

five SONGS for my muse:

scrawny by wallows: Still wear the same shoes I did back then / I'd switch it up but I don't like change / Scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle / I say the wrong shit at the right times, If I'm offending them I don't mind / You don't like my clothes but you still like my smile / They might think they're cooler than me by a mile / I can still have wisdom and look like a child.

i don't smoke by mitski: I don't smoke except for when I'm missing you / So if you need to be mean be mean to me, I can take it and put it inside of me / if your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room, you can lean on my arm as you break my heart / just don't leave me alone, wondering where you are / I am stronger than you give me credit for

look who's inside again by bo burnham: trying to be funny and stuck in a room / try making faces, try telling jokes, making little sounds / I was a kid who was stuck in his room. there isn't much more to say about it / when you're a kid and you're stuck in your room you'll do any old shit to get out of it / Well, well look who's inside again / went out to look for a reason to hide again / well, well buddy, you found it / now, come out with your hands up. we've got you surrounded

seventeen going under by sam fender: I remember the sickness was forever / That's the thing, it lingers and claws you when you're down / I was far too scared to hit him but I would hit him in a heartbeat now / see I spent my teens enraged, spiralin' in silence / and I armed myself with a grin 'cause I was always the fuckin' joker, buried in their humor / God, the kid looks so sad / I see my mother

sloppy seconds by watsky: I don't care where you've been, how many miles, I still love you / show me someone who says they got no baggage, I'll show you somebody whose got no story / my favorite sweater was a present that I got a couple presidents ago and I promised that I would rock it till it's thread bare / every single person gotta couple skeletons / and there is not a single place that I would rather be / I'm fucked up just like you are, and you're fucked up just like me

five QUOTES for my muse:

“I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.” - Robin Williams

“When Mom scolded you freely, you more frequently called her Mom. The word ‘Mom’ is familiar and it hides a plea: Please look after me. Please stop yelling at me and stroke my head; please be on my side, whether I’m right or wrong. You never stopped calling her Mom.” — Kyung-sook Shin, Please Look After Mom

"I want you to know that it is okay not to love me. [ … ] You are not the first person. I want you to know that you are not the first who found it a little too tough, who took two steps back when my jaws started snapping."

"Oh, I could call you names now. List a hundred reasons for why you were awful. But what would that do? Where would it leave me? I still loved you. I still have to live with that."

“in a dream I saw my mother with the love of her life and no children; it was the happiest i'd ever seen her" ―  Rupi Kaur, The sun and her flowers

[k-slla]

Dreams do come true

A/n: Thank you @cevansbaby-dove for this request! I had fun writing this. Hope you'll like it too @jackles010378!

Even though it's my second time writing smut, I'm quite proud of this, but all kinds of feedback is appreciated!

Dream/thoughts in Italic

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ONLY, language, oral (m&f receiving), fingering

Dividers by @cafekitsune ❤️

My Masterlist

This was the photo I used for inspiration.🔻

His rough hands were caressing my thighs, squeezing them moving upwards closer to my aching core, where I needed him the most. He slid a finger into me and I couldn't help but bite down my moans as his tongue started circling my clit. "Fuck, yess!" I whimpered and arched my back off the seat to try to get him somehow even closer to me. I was squirming under him.

"Oh, Dean, that is so good." I felt his mouth leave my body and disappointment took it's place for a second. "You like that, huh? Want more?" His green eyes pierced mine waitingly. "Yes, please, Dean, I need more." He added a finger and curled them up at my sweet spot, making me shudder in pleasure.

"Y/N, you good back there?" Dean's voice woke me up. "Sounded like you had a pleasant dream there." He chuckled. Oh, dear, he must've heard everything. "I have to admit, I even debated whether to wake you or not." He threw me a knowing look in the rearview mirror. Clearly there was no point of denying it. "Hah, you're funny." I said sarcastically.

Few minutes of silence passed between us and my mind kept going back to my dream again and again. His hands traveling up my body, fingers filling me sweetly. I was missing his touch even though it was just a dream. I shuffled restlessly in my seat. It's been way too long since I last had anyone else but myself relieving my needs.

"Everything alright, Y/N?" He asked. "No, can you stop the car please?" He pulled over to the side of the road. Better just to seize the day right? Or night, in my case. I sat up, so I could see him in the mirror.

"Can I ask you something?" I looked straight into his eyes. "Sure, anything." His tone remained casual but I noticed his knuckles were white from gripping the wheel.

"And you have to be honest, you know?" He nodded. "Did you like what you heard earlier?" His jaw tightened at my question, which I considered as a yes. "Kinky." I smirked. "Care to join me here?" I raised an eyebrow and pulled aside on the seat.

I could really see I caught him off guard.

"Well, don't get shy on me now, Dean. We can have some fun." That was apparently all he needed to get out and climb to the backseat with me.

I pushed him into the seat to straddle him as soon as he closed the door.

"Aren't you eager? Straight to business. Me likey." He laughed. "Shut up and kiss me." I commanded and I didn't have to say that twice. Our lips locked in heated kiss as his hand slowly moved under my shirt to cup my breast.

I started to rock myself lazily back and forth on his lap. Feeling him already hard between my legs, I moaned loudly as I broke the kiss. "Wait, wait, wait. Dean, are you really sure you want this? I don't want to-" He stroked his thumb across my lips, shutting me up. "Shhh, Y/N. I've wanted for this for a long time. Very long time. Stop overthinking."

He whispered and kissed me again slightly pulling my hair. My hands moved blindly downwards so I could remove his pants that were already in the way for me. I pulled them down and moved on to the seat next to him. Freeing him from his boxers, I couldn't help to hold back a gasp. "Oh, wow, your BDE is definitely justified." I closed my hand around his cock and started to move it with slow motions twisting my hand along it. "Oh shit, you're so good." He mumbled quietly, as If only to himself.

"Wait, what the hell is BDE?" He added after short pause. "Big Dick Energy." I tried to suppress a laugh. He didn't seem to be happy hearing that. "That's funny to you, huh?"

"Oh, yeah." I smiled cheekily as I lowered myself towards his lap. In one swift motion I took him all in my mouth. His hips jerked up and hand tugged on my hair in response. "Oh, fuck, you continue to surprise me." I released him from my mouth with a loud pop and gave him a long lick from the base up, circling my tongue around the tip while my hand was busy massaging his balls. His head fell back in pleasure.

I then started to pick up the pace, taking him in faster and deeper with each move. Dean's grunts got louder and grip tightened in my hair. "Not gonna last long, if you keep it up like that." He said.

I took a quick breath. "Good." I slowed myself down and moaned to add vibrations."You're so fucking gorgeous, Y/N." His breathing got shallower and I could feel him not keeping up longer. With a few quick moves I pushed him completely over the edge. I swallowed every last bit of him and licked him clean after, letting him calm himself.

He took some deep breaths and moved on the seat so he could pull me into laying position. After helping me out of my clothes he finally asked."So, Y/N, want to tell me about that dream of yours?"

"Mmm, we were in similar position. You were kneeling in front of me. Your hands moved up my thighs-" I couldn't finish my sentence when I suddenly felt his fingers on my clit.

"Oh, yeah, you were doing that and - " I looked down and saw his green eyes intently on me. "Did I also do that?" He asked and slipped a finger in me. He started moving it painfully slowly and my mind got foggy and hands digged into the seat next to me. "Shit, Dean, feels so good." I moaned out loud when he added one more and fingered me faster. "Look at me. I want you to see how I'm going to eat you 'til you cum all over me." I couldn't even think clearly when I felt him add his tongue to the action. I threw my head back in ecstasy and buried my fingers in his hair. "I- I'm close, Dean." His teeth grazed my throbbing bud and he whispered. "Well, don't hold back." He sucked me hard and I felt like falling into a abyss of pleasure as the wave of my orgasm totally overcame me.

I took a minute to catch my breath. "Oh, wow! That was -" I sighed happily. "I know, it really was." Dean answered as came up to give me some sweet kisses. After getting dressed I joined him on the front seat.

We were driving back to the Bunker when I got an crazy, stupid idea. Dare I even offer it to him? I took one if his hands into mine and started playing with his fingers. "Dean. I got an idea." I said suggestively. "What's that?"

"I mean, I- I'd like to do this again. Sometimes." I started. "We could both benefit from it, you know? I know you don't do relationships and neither do I but it could be a no strings attached kind of agreement." He cut in. "Relax, Y/N. What are you offering exactly?" He smirked. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm offering, you dork! Want me to spell it out to you?" I laughed. "Would you like to try to make this friends with benefits kind of deal? Relationship? Whatever. I mean, under no circumstances I want to lose our friendship over this so if this doesn't work, I'd rather break it off." I looked at him waitingly.

"No feelings? Just sex?" He asked.

"No feelings, but you have to swear that you won't fall for me you know." I smiled, knowing already where this was leading. "Smart ass." He smiled smugly. "We could definitely try that thing. Would be definitely easier than picking up some girls at bar." He agreed and I knew we made a good decision.

[alpydk]

🌿 🌸

Good morning anon. Thanks for the ask, talking about fics I love! I did a huge post the other day so quickly going to add them in here as well. - Recommend only one hahahahahaahahahahahaahaha.

🌿Rec someone else’s BG3 fic and tell us what you like about it!

The 5 from the other day (Find the post here to see why)

Alchemy 410 Broken Horizons Weave me the Sunshine Professor Dekarios Twin Compasses

And now some more that I didn't link Weave and Woods - @weaveandwood - Honestly I just love the pairing. Auroria is such a good character who I genuinly see ending up with Gale. And it's not been all that eay relationship where they fall in love and are happy. They have their challanges. I most of all love seeing her learn new spells because that doesn't really happen in fics and its great to see. (Especially how proud she is with it.) "The second, third, fifth, ninth tries were similar. On the tenth try, she thought she saw a few sparks of electricity surrounding the arrow, sending a surge of pride through her. She was close, she could feel it. " - Come on Ori, you can do it!

---

Strange Highways - I have been on about this fic since chapter one. No fic has caught be like this. It's like it calls to my chaotic nature and I will keep screaming it into the Tumblr void like some insane looney fan. Just me alone with my billboard - READ THIS FIC. It's Cazador in a rock group in the 80's. It's funny, has amazing music referances but most of all it's just so fucking good to read.

The words spoke to his soul, into the very depths of it. He felt them with every cell of his body. This was not like the weak melodies bards played back in Faerûn. This music had authority. It had power.

Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings

Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams

Blinded by me, you can't see a thing

Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream

It was perfect. He imagined saying the words, making them his own. This was a supreme incantation, it had to be. This one would make people obey. Just Fuck Yeah!

--- Paperback Writer - (Short 600 words) - Haarlep edits Raphael's novel. It's fucking funny and I love it. Simple as. "Quivering, the hero took my hand I’m pretty sure Tav told you not to touch them, and it made you pout for a week."

And now the non Bg3 ones... because oops...

RE: Umbrella Asylum (Resident Evil) - @judasiskariot - It's got that lab, depressing, in your head build up mood. You know the one, everything is clinical but there is evil shit going on. The descriptions are fucking beautiful and I love it. "Icy blue eyes that were at least as cold as the black lenses of the glasses." - Just that about Wesker. I still think of it even now. ---- La Petite Mort - One of the most beautifully written crackfics I've ever read. Barbie/Dracula. - Just try it and love it. He should have gotten rid of her by now. Made a meal out of her, at least, even if only the once: her blood will surely be sweet, so sweet, heady and deep and dark when he drinks from her.

But he keeps finding excuses.

Not yet. If I'm honest my reading of fics has been limited recently. I have a few too many that just seem to have been abandoned and I'm becoming hesitant to start up reading newer chapter fics. I'm also a little put off when I see things at chapter 54 and then find its over 200k worth of words to catch up on. Yeah, I need to have people recommend fics to me so if people want to send me asks with their recs go ahead.

🌸Rec one of your fics and tell us what you like about it! Only one.... But I'm so good. (They say, going through the 40 fics knowing they really could be better.) I'm my own worst critic. Fuck it, you get more than one. This is my answer!

Cabinet of Oddities - It's Nana's story. What started all this chaos. It is love and adventure and mental illness and healing all rolled into one big Galemancer sized ball. 56k words of just me. I may also be writing the sequel/prequel right now... “A kiss does not necessarily have to mean love though, just as a hug certainly does not. Is that what you were expecting to feel?” He looked into her eyes. He had always been that of the hopeless romantic. As much as he wanted to believe his own words, he knew he was not the type to kiss without love, or at least potential love.

She gazed back at him. “I’m not sure. I wasn’t expecting to feel fear though.”

“And, do you fear me?” He hoped that she would say no. That maybe this feeling could blossom, that all their unspoken feelings could be revealed and yet he was also nervous of her answer. That if she said no, it would be something else holding him to this mortal coil, someone else who would eventually realise he was not good enough.  Just look how fucking good that is. (I'm not allowed to be down on myself so the other end of the spectrum it is)

--- Tattered Souls - RuganxGale (Also writing the sequel right now) - This is my ZhentWeave baby. This is all for me. I love it and that's all that matters. Honestly writing something like has been extremely liberating and I recommend everyone write something like this at some point. “Just get out of here...” Rugan’s voice was weak, his gravely tones quiet, and he tried to lift himself from the ground.

Gale spoke calmly, keeping his eyes on the mercenaries in front of him. “Not without you.” He could unleash the lightning bolt and possibly fire a magic missile before being hit if he moved quick enough.

“This isn’t your fight.” A hacking cough brought up small amounts of blood, which were spat onto the ground. “Just leave.”

An arrow flew from a trigger-happy archer whistling past Gale’s ear and he almost unleashed the lightning bolt in reaction, stopping only as he saw Rugan stand before him in defence of the female Zhentarim.

“Gale, not your fight...” Love me some cliches and tropes. Love them.

--- Okay, last rec. Not that anyone will read all of this, anyway. You're all looking for your own fics after all (I do that then get quietly depressed when my name isn't on the list... But we all do that, right? Right???)

Where is that child now, I wonder? - Gale past short (500 words). I keep thinking of this one a lot recently. Of young Gale and his relationship with his father. This is probably more a head cannon than an actual fic but it's stuck with me. - I recommend a read if you're looking for ideas. "No! I won't let my son read poetry and become like a delicate flowered prick of an elf. Weak, pathetic! No, he will do as I say and do it when I tell him to!" 

Again, thanks for the ask. I do love talking about recommendations and I have a number of Chase whump fics on the bookmarks list, as well as a few quick one shots I've enjoyed. Would love recs from others as said - The more angst the better. :)

[garyroachsanderson]

Will never not get over the bestfriend hcs pls bless us with more🛐 Also love your writing!!

hi thank you!! here’s more

141 - best friend hcs

(requested)

GHOST:

long periods of silence where neither of you say anything, but its comfortable. you’re both doing completely different things but it qualifies as hanging out

if you have a personality similar to him: you didn’t approach him at first, you both kind of orbited around each other. he eventually just started hanging out more, being closer to you in battle, until you both decided to hang around each other. you have his back, he has yours.

if you dont: you probably approached him at first. his personality off out you, but you continued your kindness until he saved you during a mission. from that point on, you became inseparable. he has a soft spot for you and you only.

soap probably tried to befriend you at some point, to which ghost scared him off. its not that he’s obsessive or anything, he just wants soap to piss off and find his own friend, because he knows if you were friends with him he’d get you mindlessly injured at some point.

you passed out during a mission after being shot, and it was the only time the team had ever seen ghost cry. you were fine of course—he just thought you were dead because he didn’t know if you could take a bullet.

awful jokes. terrible jokes, even.

one day, you decided to retaliate.

“ay, l.t.?”

“what?”

“what do you call a soldier who shits himself often?”

“…”

“a LOOtenant.”

“go right to hell.”

SOAP:

blood brothers (siblings?). there has definitely been a point where you shook hands and shared blood

you’re the one who gave him his haircut. he trusted you with a razor, and you buzzed it into a terrible mohawk. he thinks it suits him, and tried playing it off by saying he loves it. now, he chooses to cut it like that

many “why are you buying clothes at the soup store” incidents

as the only one who can understand his accent, you often have to translate for him. though, if you have an accent, it has the same effect as putting two phones with ‘talking tom’ installed on them next to each other.

“i dare you to shout that over comms”

“you always fucking win at uno” (he doesnt know how to play and gets angry)

you unintentionally learned scottish

he definitely wanted to be bffs the second he saw you. he simply thinks you are cool

PRICE:

you are a literal teachers pet

you consistently stand up for him when the conversation turns

def a niece/nephew and crazy uncle type relationship. “(reader) gets to hold the guns because i said so”

you two play so many card games you dream of aces and spades

“and why does (reader) get shotgun? i called it first”

“because they’re better than all of you combined”

terrible old man jokes but kind of funny. you know a lot of like 1960s lingo

if you were to ever be injured it would definitely be a NO NO NO SOAP NO NO NO moment

the reason hes taken such a shining to you is because he thought you were stupid when you joined the ranks. when you saved his ass from SEVERAL attacks, his opinion changed.

ROACH:

:)

rock, paper scissors is your favorite game to play together. he cant often beat you, and spends a lot of time trying to get better, which is why when he hits his head he plays rock paper scissors with himself

you helped him instead of crack jokes when he was a newbie, which is why you’re each other’s favorite. he reminded you of yourself when you were younger

alternatively, you were the newbie after roach. he didnt want you to feel the same shame that he did when he joined, so he protected you from the higher-ups jokes, and you never drifted apart

you’re the only one hes ever actually gotten to tell he was transgender. price saw it in his file, and wanted to name him ‘cockroach’.. but he didnt have one. hes kept it a secret from everyone else, though.

on the day of shepherds betrayal, it was you in ghosts shoes. you actually managed to get a bullet in shepherds heart, but he got you as well. you managed to drag him away into the treeline, and you somehow managed to fucking live.

once again, same room! price thought it was only fair.

he has a sewn on patch of whatever your callname is, and you have a sewn on patch of a roach on your shoulder.

[ian-galagher]

for your followers: africa spoilers as big as the fucking shadowland.

today's movie that's totally kid friendly and NEVER ever at any point sexual or violent: the lion king 2.

- ian, day one.

- mickey: grumpy. moody. antisocial. ian:

- ian trying to equal mickey's talent.

- "not good?" he asked, taking a second look at what he'd made. "it's shit, red cheeks."

- mickey and ian discovering he's got a thing for portraits.

- mickey's nights prior to ian.

- ian at jan.

- ian x mickey vs jan.

- "mom?"

- them being young and careless and free in chapter six.

- "she didn't tell me. what the feather means. […] she only told me to give it to you." / "it's a long ass story." / "i'm not going anywhere."

- once again, them at god's window.

- pov: you're ian pulling up to mickey's house for the first time.

- when ian set the pan on fire and thought mickey was talking about him. "like i said, cute as fuck."

- pov: you're ian while mickey and mandy fight.

- obscure figures doing their figure shit in chapter eleven.

- "y'think i'm ugly? / "no, i think you're alive." i can't tell you why, it's just the exact eye expression i expect of mickey.

- "you and your stupid face distracted me." / "guess i'll try my best to be less distracting, then." / "impossible."

- "but he can make it up to me, one dress at a time."

- the braai. case closed.

- it's an edited version, but they made me think of inyoni and her grief. someone give her a blanket and a hot chocolate.

- "just tell him, ian." / "what if he doesn't feel the same way?" / "you know he does." / "yeah, i know."

- mickey: desperately trying to get rid off mandy. ian: "breakfast?"

- the words flew out before he could stop himself. "fuck, you're so beautiful." / mickey lowered the camera. "fuck, you're gorgeous."

- ian x mickey, chapter seven and fiften respectively.

- there. you wanna tell me THAT'S kid friendly? anyhow, ian and mickey, day seven and fifteen respectively. (i've been waiting for this one in particular. i think i'm very funny for it. on the ground.)

- bonus: me at jan.

- bonus bonus: you, planning africa.

- bonus x3: i wanted to add more, but tumblr only allows thirty images per ask. which. fucking rude.

ASKGJHAKJSGHAKS NOSHO!!!! 😭 THESE ARE SO GOOD!!!!!

🦁🪶🦒

Ian on day one is SO CUTE 😭😭😭 and THAT SECOND ONE!!! It's SO them! 🥹🧡

awwh Ian on his first days! Trying to be like Mickey 😭

ajsghakjshgk Mickey's nightmares 😭 oh man this one hurts!

there he is 😂 it's never long before Jan gets a mention!

MOM 😭

IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE 😭😭😭

every movie 😂 they all have a god's window shot 😂

I LOVE the idea of Mickey's house being that rock 😂😂😂 and Ian being all excited over it anyway 😂😂

cute as fuck 😂😂

poor Ian having to watch these two siblings fight all the time 😂

THE FIGURE RETURNS! 😁

that EYE being Mickey's 😭😭😭

Mandy and her dreams of dresses 😂😂😂

THE BRAAI!!!! 😂 *SO* ACCURATE!

THE DOVES 😭😭😭

we are ALL pushing their noses together 😂😂😂

"breakfast?" 😂😂😂 that is so cute!

omg 😂 is it hot in here? 😂 should've used that gif as the header 😂

awwwwh they're gonna start a pride of their own 🥹🧡

okay but that IS you fighting Jan 😂😂😂

and yeah that last one 😂😂😂 also the witch in chapter 5 😂

that's SO rude of tumblr 😂

THANK YOU NOSHO 🥰🧡 that was SUCH an amazing post again! 😍🥰💚

calling the gang! @francesrose3 @juliakayyy @thisdivorce 🥰

🦁🪶🦒🧡💖💚💙❤️🤗😎

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hi cubeguy i sent u an anons a while ago that i dont use tumblr but i periodically check ur blog bcus it specifically rocks & im back. i listened to an album u recommended on here but im curtailed by the character lim to give a review so i typed out a real time extremely long reaction to the songs LOL definitely the logical nextstep. its @ pastebin.com/Ejd8E9VX idk if im allowed to link shit on tumblr?? anyway i hope to get around 2 other musiks u like bcus i lovedd this btw its get to heaven that i listened to THANK U 🎀🙇‍♂️💋💗💗💗

HEY YOU HAVE AN AWESOME WAY OF TALKING ABOUT MUSIC. GRINS SO MUCH. i’m glad you enjoyed gth it’s so so special to me genuinely the album of all time …. my favorite songs off it are s/s/w/d the wheel and blast doors Lways a joy to see someone go crazy about them

^ really fond of this descriptor here also i think it succinctly puts a lot of what i love about ee’s songwriting down into words…. the weird entanglement of love and hate and confusion and clarity it’s a very very special moodset

also YEAH the way you described the vocals…. the early everything everything albums play a lot with like. roughness and scratchiness and the kind of ‘animalistic’ register of the human voice. (honestly everything before raw data feel. this is literally because the singer just decided to learn how to sing in high registers without falsetto for the first time which is like cool but also AUGH i miss that old sound

OK SO the thing about this bit

absolutely YES the thing about get to heaven is that it’s literally just like. a complete album of bangers. going down through their other stuff is gonna be a little more rocky, you might enjoy the like once-per-album weird slow ballads you might not, even though i’m lazy about listening to some of their weaker stuff when i do go through the entire albums i still find a lot of quirks in the instrumentation or lyrics that manage to impress me. i’d recommend delving into either man alive or arc next those are basically on par with gth although a bit more weird and morose? if you’re feeling it id then recommend raw data feel which oscillates more around pop/new wave but still has some really interesting musical constructions, gets extremely electronic and synthy…. a fever dream is like a 50/50 split between really long slow songs which are just Fine and really fast heavy bangers. just go listen to notln, can’t do, desire, good shot, run the numbers and ivory tower LOL. uhhhh reanimator is arguably their weakest album probably the most unremarkable but it’s also like my second favorite right after get to heaven. it’s weird and glowy and flimsier than their other tunes. that enchants me i guess…. they’ve also got an upcoming album that once again seems to be more pop oriented, cold reactor is the best of the singles they’ve released for it yet. what else. there’s like a youtube playlist out there of demo/outtakes/non album stuff that you can find real easy, there’s some really good stuff in there. personal favorites are the come alive diana demo, even the dogs and dna dump

ok so the fucking thing about the “lore” of this album. there technically isn’t any and most of ee’s albums are a per-song thing usually revolving around like. modern social commentary. the genius pages for most of their songs have like. direct songwriting annotations by the band and explain the thought process behind them. however for gth there’s also like a small layer of overarching lore about this one guy called thomas silhouette as a character. he’s not so much the crux of any narrative or presence as much as he’s just like. funny anagram arising from a lyric in fortune 500 that gets alluded to in later albums because he’s loosely representative of a lot of themes that get tackled in ee songs like capitalism and dread and shit like that

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home - Take Your Niece to Work Day

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: You Left Me

Soft skin.  

Wet lips.  

A needy moan.  

“Frankie...” 

She was there, her beautiful body underneath him.  

Abby.  

He kissed the delicate skin of her neck as he rocked inside of her. “God Baby, you feel so good.”  

She gripped his back harder. “Don’t stop Frankie, don’t stop.”  

“Never Cricket. I love you.” He kissed her lips softly, muffling her cries.  

“I love you too.”  Her back arched as Frank hit that spot inside her. “There,” she cried.  

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me Cricket?”  

“Please Frankie,” she moaned.  

“Let go for me Abigail,” he ordered in a low voice. “I got you, cum for me.”  

Her eyes shut as bliss took over.  “Frankie...” 

Beep. Beep. Beep.  

“Fucking shit!” 

Frank bolted up, sweat across his brow.  He looked down at the mess on his abs. Fuck, he muttered.  It was the fourth night in a row that he had dreamt about her and released his load.  He laid back against the pillows as he tried to calm his heart.  Seeing Abby holding Mary had broken the hold he had on himself. He had tried not to think about her in the last five years but now, now he couldn’t stop. Wet dream after wet dream about his girl. Fuck. Not his girl anymore.  After a few moments, he got up and cleaned up, got dressed and made Mary breakfast.  

It was just the two of them for the next couple of days as Scott headed back to Boston for a family reunion.  Except Frank forgot and had no sitter for Mary while he played. After talking to his coach and manager, the Dodgers agreed to have a suite set up for Mary and have an attendant watch her.  

“Why can’t I just stay home?” 

“Because you’re nine.” 

“I’ll be nine tomorrow too.”  

“And tomorrow will be the same.”  

“Frank...” she whines.  

“Mary,” he replies in the same tone as he makes the turn into the players parking lot.  

She crossed her arms.  “You’re not funny.”  

Frank cracked a smile. “Not true.” He pokes her side to get a giggle. “Got you laughing.” He parks and they get out, with Frank grabbing his bag.  

Holding hands, Mary swings as they walk. “Can we have burgers after?” 

“Sure. As long as I get a good report on you Nug, then we can get whatever you want. Food wise,” as he sees a look in her eyes.  

She pouts. “But we need a dog.”  

“We don’t need a dog.”  

“You’re never home so how would you know?” 

“That’s low,” he replies. “I’m working.”  

“You’re playing baseball.  That’s not working. That’s fun.”  

Frank looks down at her and sighs. “That’s fair.  I’ll think about it ok?” 

As they walk in, a woman approaches. “Mr. Adler?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Sorry I’m Cissy Roberts. Mr. Phelps sent me to watch Mary during practice and the game.” The woman was shameless as she checked out Frank, he eyes drifting over his arms and down to his loose jeans.  She looked back at his face and smiled. She then looked at Mary. “Your daughter is beautiful.”  

“She’s my niece, but thank you,” he replied. She was attractive, blonde with light blue eyes but he could read ‘gold-digger’ a mile away. He knelt before Mary. “Behave, please. Here,” he gave her a few bills. “There should be food but if you see something you want, get it.”  He hugged her, “and we’ll get burgers if you can annoy this one as much as you can,” he whispers.  

May giggled.  “Thanks Frank! Hit a home run for me!” 

“Will do Nugget.” He turned to Cissy. “Thanks.”  

She batted her eyelashes. “My pleasure,” she replied in a flirty tone.  

Frank turned towards the locker room, rolling his eyes. Every woman was the same. Well not every woman. Just one wanted Frank for him and not his money. But since her, he hadn’t met anyone that didn’t see dollar signs when they looked at him.  Which is why he vowed to stay true to Mary only.  As he made his way down, he failed to notice a certain Latina who watched the entire exchange.  

Abby’s blood shouldn’t have boiled at the sight of Todd’s assistant flirting with Frank. The twenty something was blonde with her large boobs out in her “professional” team polo. But when she spotted Frank’s eye roll and annoyed face, she smiled.  He’s not interested. That thought made her giddy.  

During the fifth inning, Abby was walking from the owner’s suite back to the offices when she spotted a familiar blonde wandering the corridor. “Mary?” 

Mary turned to Abby and smiled.  “Abby!” 

“Sweetheart, what are you doing walking alone in the hallway?” 

“I needed the bathroom, and I didn’t want her to go with me.  I’m nine and I don’t need someone to watch me while I peed.”  She crossed her arms.  

“Ok, but it is not safe to wander by yourself.  She should have just walked you there and waited outside.” Abby rubbed her temples and sighed.  “Did you use the bathroom?” Mary nodded.  “Ok, let’s get you back.”  

Abby walked Mary back and only stopped when Mary spotted a bear that had Frank’s name and number on its little jersey.  She pulled out her crumpled bills, but Abby stopped her.  She flashed her company badge and credit card, getting a discount for the bear.  “Save your dollars, baby girl.”  

Finally, after consulting an attendant, she found Frank’s suite and was allowed in and frowned.  Cissy was sitting on the couch on her phone, laughing and checking her nails. “Yea, pretty sweet gig to just watch his kid or whatever.  she’s just a …” 

“You might want to be careful on how to finish that sentence,” Abby growled as she looked at the young woman.  

Cissy didn’t even bother to say goodbye when she hung up the phone.  “Abby, this is...” 

“Its Dr. Hernandez,” Abby cut her off. “And what were you thinking, allowing a nine-year-old just wander around alone?  Do you understand how dangerous that could be?  She was your responsibility, and I would think impressing your boss and other team officials would be high on your list.”  

Cissy blanched but Abby had no sympathy for her.  “You are dismissed, Miss Roberts.  I will speak to  Mr. Phelps about this incident.”  

Cissy grabbed her bag and stalked towards the door.  “I don’t know why you care,” she said, flipping her hair. “It's not like he’s your boyfriend or fiancé.”  

Abby laughed.  “But she is my goddaughter. I will always fucking care.” At those words, Cissy practically ran from the room.  

“That was awesome,” Mary said.  “Frank said we could get burgers if I made her leave.  Does this count?” 

Abby laughed.  “I’ll make sure it does.  C’mon,” she looked at the screen.  “Frank is at bat.”  

They watched the game as Mary chattered about what had been happening since her trip to the emergency room. “I’m trying to convince Frank that we need a dog.” 

“What kind?” Abby took another bite of her ice cream sandwich.  

“I don’t know. But one I can cuddle with when Frank’s not home.  Scott’s nice but sometimes I need someone else to cuddle with.”  

“Oh,” Abby had no other response at the honest answer she gave.  It was the bottom of the ninth and Frank was back at bat.  The Dodgers were tied with Miami, the bases were loaded and needed a walk off to win the game.  Abby watched the familiar routine of Frank at bat.  It was something that she had been memorized with since high school.  He would tap the bat against his boot, legs spread, swing the bat in a circle before popping that elbow and then stare down at the pitcher.  

He could see him grip the bat a fraction, anticipating the pitched.  She sucked in a breath and waiting for the pitch.  She could feel it, the pitch was going to be perfect for him.  Frank never wavered and brought the stick around and then... CRACK! 

Abby and Mary stood with the stadium as the ball flew into the left field, waiting to see if I would be a pop fly or if it had enough power behind it.  “C’mon,” she whispered.  “Get there.”  

The crowd roared as the ball sailed into the seats. A walk off grand slam.  The fireworks went off as the cheers from the crowd became deafening.  Mary jumped into Abby arms, cheering her uncle as he ran the bases and met the rest of the team at home plate. The guys were jumping and cheering for the win.  

“C’mon on Nugget. Let’s get down to the family room and wait for Frank.”  Mary smiled and grabbed her bear and held Abby’s hand as they made their way down.  As they walked the hallway, an unexpected figure stopped them.  

“Hey beautiful, I was looking... for you.”  Mike observed Mary and tried not to show his emotions.  “Hi Mary.”  

Mary looked at him for a moment before smiling.  “Uncle Mike!” She let go of Abby and jumped into Mike’s arms.  

“Wow, Nugget, you have gotten so big,” he said in a happy tone.  

“I haven’t seen you in forever, Uncle Mike. How are you here in Los Angeles?” 

“I got a job out here a couple of years ago.”  He put the girl down and leaned over to kiss Abby.  Mary watched as their lips met and frowned.  She changed her expression when Mike turned back.  “Where are you two headed to?” 

“Oh, Abby was watching me because the lady who was supposed to watch me let me go to the bathroom by myself and I got lost.  Abby found me and took me back and basically fired the other girl.  It was so cool.  Have you ever seen Abby be a boss?  It's so awesome!” Marry chattered.  

“That’s great.” Mike’s smile was tight.  

“Yeah, I’m just walking her to the family room and let Todd and Frank know what happened.” Abby offered a weak smile to Mike.  “I can’t believe she just let Mary wander around. I don’t even want to think about what might have happened.”  

“I understand, beautiful.  I’ll walk with you.”  Mike took Abby’s hand as Mary took Abby’s other hand. Mary chattered like normal for the five minutes to the room.  As Abby went to find out how long the team would be, Mary sat with a water next to Mike. “How do you like Los Angeles?” 

“It's ok. It sucked for a little bit and it really sucked when I got sick.  But Abby took me to the emergency room with Scott and she made it better.  She’s the best.”  

“Abby took you to the hospital?”  

“Uh huh.  Frank was on a road trip and Scott freaked out, but it was ok. She cuddled with me until Frank got there.  That’s why I said I should get a dog.  That way, I have someone to cuddle with.”  

Abby walked into the room.  “They’ll be about 20. Frank was doing interviews and needed to clean up according to Todd. Told him about the little bitch from earlier and he’s going to handle it.”  She smiled at Mike but got a stony look back. “What is it?” 

“I didn’t know you had taken care of Mary when she was sick.  You never mentioned it,” he said in a hard tone. Abby blanched.  “We’ll talk about this when we get home.” The couple sat in silence as they waited for Frank.  Mary could sense the tension and played with her bear.  She would look up every time the door would open.  Finally, a familiar face came in.  

“Frank!”  Mary ran up to her uncle and gave him a big hug as he crouched on the floor.  “You hit a home run!” 

“I told you I would Nugget,” he said, ruffling her hair. He looked up to see Abby and smiled and then saw Mike and the smile fell. “Abby, Mike, nice to see you.”  

“Hi Frank,” Mike said gruffly.  

“Thanks for watching her.  Phelps told me what happened. Thank you, Cricket, for stepping in.”  

“If you need help watching her...” Abby began.  

“Thanks, but a couple of the guys mentioned a service their wives use for their kids, and I’ll just have them take care of it.” Frank swallowed.  “Anyways, I promised this one a burger,” putting his hands on Mary’s shoulders.  

“Can we go to Bob’s? Its soooo good.” 

“Sure Nug.” 

Mary turned back to the couple.  “Did you want to go with us? They made real cherry coke, just like at home.”   

Before they could respond, Frank interjected. “Its just us Nugget. Got some things I want to talk to you about and I’m sure Abby and Mike are tired of babysitting you.”  

“I am not a baby!” Mary stamped her foot until her attention was taken by the door again.  “Johnny!” 

“Hey Strawberry!” Johnny greeted the girl, effectively distracting her.  Frank turned back to Mike and Abby.  

“Thanks again.  Sorry she was a bother.”  He waved and turned back to Mary and Johnny.  

Mike took Abby’s hand and walked her out.  He was silent as he walked them to his car.  “My car...” she started.  

“I’ll drive you back in the morning,” he said sharply.  He opened the door for her, and she slid in. Mike climbed in and drove fast down the mountain. Abby could see that his jaw was tight, eyes narrowed.  She swallowed and trembled.  

“Mike...” 

“You lied, Abigail. You lied to me that night. I told you I didn’t want you near them.”  

“I’m sorry but Mary was really sick and she...” 

“I don’t give a fuck!  I don’t fucking care about any of the Adlers!” He pulled into their home and screeched to a halt.  He climbed out and pulled Abby out of the car.  He dragged her in and slammed the door.  He threw her into the living room, narrowly missing the coffee table.  She stumbled and cowered away from him.  

“Mike, please, I’m sorry...” 

Slap.  

Abby’s head snapped to the side, her skin on fire as she cupped her cheek.  Her expression was stunned as she looked at Mike.  The rage in his face disappeared as he realized what he had done. “Abby, baby...” 

“Don’t touch me!”  Abby ran to the bathroom and locked the door. She went back to the far wall as Mike tried the door.  

“Abby, baby I am so sorry.  I didn’t mean it.  I am so sorry.” Mike begged at the door. “Love, please.” 

Abby sobbed as she clutched her knees hiding her face. Mike had never struck her before. She heard Mike hit the floor, sobbing just like her. “Baby, please, I am so fucking sorry.” 

Abby fell asleep on the floor. 

Mary was bouncing in the booth, telling Frank and Johnny the story about Cissy and Abby. “And then Abby said, But she is my goddaughter. I will always f-ing care.” 

“Mary,” Frank admonished.  

“What? I didn’t say it,” she said as she shoved another fry in her mouth.  

Johnny laughed.  “Strawberry, you are a crack up.” He turned to Frank. “So, what is the deal with Dr. Hernandez? I know you have a past; you told the team as much but...” 

Frank hung his head. He turned to Johnny.  “It’s a long, complicated story.”  

“I have time,” as Johnny sipped his coffee. “I’m not going to the bar tonight seeing as I saw the blonde I wanted to see,” he winked, making Frank groan.  Johnny laughed but after a moment got serious.  “It looks like you need a friend, Adler.”  

Frank considered it for a moment.  Yeah, he had Scott and Steve and Andy, sure, but he had no other friends after Bobby Fuller had helped screw him over.  “Ok,” he said, “I guess it would have to start the day I met Abby.”  Frank told him everything, from the day they met to being drafted, Mary and finally that night in Vegas.  “I promise Johnny, I didn’t touch that girl. I’m not that guy.”  

“Yeah, I know,” Johnny replied.  He looked over at Mary, headphones on, watching whatever video. “That sucks for Mary, having to go through all of that.”  

“Yeah, I know.  That’s why I don’t date.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve hooked up with women when I’m on the road but it's always one night. And I never bring anyone home to Mary.  She’s my whole world.” 

“But Mary is going to get older,” Johnny reasoned. “Eventually you want to have a family for her, right?” 

“I did, with Abby. But now, now I don’t know.  I still want it to be with Abby. I can’t stand that she’s with him.” Frank checked on Mary before he continued.  “When we were in Arizona, I saw Mike grab Abby, and she looked uncomfortable. She spotted me after, but I just made it look like I hadn’t seen her.  I check her over every time I see her, but it just looks like a one off.”  

“Fuck, he hurt her.  I’ve only talked to him a couple of time but I get a vibe. Have you talked to her about it?” 

Frank shook his head. “I don’t have the right anymore.” He sighed.  

Johnny chewed on some of the fries. “Look, I know you don’t want to date but you should have someone you can go to events with. Because the jersey chasers at these events are ruthless.”  

“I don’t want a girlfriend, Storm.”  

“I’m not saying she’ll be your girlfriend but if you guys hit it off, then maybe it can lead to something.”  

Frank rolled his eyes. “I’m going to regret this but who do you have in mind?” 

Johnny smiled.  “My sister, Susan.  She’s great really.  She’s a scientist at JPL and I feel like I could trust you with her. Maybe, Susie can help with getting Abby to open up.  Kill two birds and all that.”  

“I don’t want to lead your sister on.”  

“So, meet with her.  Tomorrow, for coffee.  I’ll go and everything will be platonic. Bring Mary if you want. I know this place that has a kid's area and good coffee.”  

Frank took a sip of his cola and stared into space. Johnny was right, having a friend be his date at these events would make life easier.  He had done them solo in Boston if he wasn’t able to get out of it, and it had been rough having other player’s date all around him.  He got rid of them but felt like his teammates blamed him. Another reason to leave Boston behind.  

“Fine, set it up. But I mean it Johnny, I am not looking to get serious with anyone right now. Or ever.”  

Johnny smiled as he whipped out his phone.  “Sure Frank, whatever you say.”  

This is how Frank found himself seated across from Johnny and a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes.  Susan Storm was Abby in blonde. And while this should have been something that intrigued Frank, it just made him want to be with Abby more.  

“Johnny tells me that you have a niece?” Susan asked, sipping her tea.  

“Yeah, Mary.  I took custody of her when she was about six months old. She’s my world.” He smiled fondly at the thoughts about her.  “I would have brought her, but she had a project at school with her classmates.  Something to do with space, I forget.”  

The conversation was light and simple.  And as the Storms and Frank left with a hug and a handshake, Frank felt optimistic for the first time in a long time.  

Of course, nothing in life is that simple.  Especially in Los Angeles, where there is a camera everywhere.  

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Brain dump

Hey Guys this is me getting my personal fanfic out of my head enjoy :)

CHAPTER 1

I blinked and blinked again, nope its still there, a green floating ring. Wait a floating green ring that means this is a “Jacob Jackson your will against your personal fears have given you the power of the Green Lantern Core.” I winced as the ring decided to slam itself on my middle finger and a body suit appears on me. “Well shit” I cursed “A fucking lantern ring, why do I have a fucking lantern ring.”

Perhaps I should back up, Hi I’m Jacob Jackson I’m eighteen years of age true raised Aussie cleaner of plates and pans and somehow ended up in the FUCKING DC WORLD, do I know how no, am I panicking not anymore…pfft that’s a lie. Any case for the last ten minutes was panicking on this fucked up world I am, how I get home, HOW I SURVIVE. Luckily, I am still in Australia and not in America or god forbid somewhere else. “ok ok think, how do I get out of here…. Fuck I am talking to myself…. again.”

I sigh out loud and look around my camp, when I got here, I knew immediately knew something was wrong, to start with the media detailing SUPERMANS latest victory against BIZZARO, when I saw that I cursed softly and decided of one of two things. One this is a dream which QUICKLY turned out wrong when an eshy thought it would be funny to punch me, good to know things don’t change, or two, somehow someway I manage to get in this world….is my life a fanfic now?

I shook my head, gathered my things and hide them underneath a large rock formation, whelp there is probably one person who can help me…. I hope. “Ring can you plot a flight course to Gotham City” I asked it, feeling stupid. “Gotham City not recommended to Jacob Jackson; all new Lanterns are required to go to Oa” the ring replied. It started to glow and made glow as well lifting me up “wait ring I am not from this Universe at all not even this Omni-verse I need to speak with The Batman” I Shouted and suddenly paused in mid-air. Everything seemed to be still, I felt something strange with my head, it felt like a string being rubbed against my neck. “I have seen your life Jacob Jackson and no data in the Green Lantern Database has shown your problem, will the Batman be advisable?” “Mabey not but he has connections and contingency plans, I would rather be a shaky ally rather than an enemy.” Time seamed to go forward again as I was pulled along the dawning sky “Course has been set for Gotham City, New Jersey America, Estimated time, 9 Hours 38 minutes and 24 seconds” the ring stated. I exhaled softly “thank you ring” “Your worries are not needed Jacob Jackson.” Was the final thing it said before I was gaining speed, Gotham city here I come….my life is a fanfic now.

[lizajane2]

Outer Banks 1x10

How did those cops not notice John B and Sarah entering the house? Someone explain that to me. She literally had the flashlight on as if screaming, "WE'RE RIGHT HERE!" And they deserve that happy ending!

"I'm not leaving my little girl," Oh my god, if Ward wasn't a murderer, I'd find that sweet.

Rafe, buddy, I hate to break it to you, but everything is not all right. You're losing it. You're falling apart.

I can't believe no one would actually listen to Sarah. I mean it's obvious the SBI Agent was suspicious. Also, the moment Ward steps in the absolute fear on her face and can he not see how this is tearing her up inside? How it's screwing with her mentally and emotionally?

"She doesn't even see him for what he is." No, she sees you for exactly what you are. A liar. A murderer. Fucking calling her bipolar.

Sarah's family, her whole life is falling apart around her. She's slowly losing everything. Her dad and brother are both murderers and take no responsibility for it. Rose is an accomplice to all of it and Wheezie has no clue what's going on.

I love Mr. Heyward, as strict as he is, he's a good dad. He just wants Pope to make good decisions and be honest with them. He wants Pope to have a future outside of the Pogues. And he's not forcing him either, he's letting his son make his own decisions even if he doesn't agree with them. Can't say the same for Kie's parents though.

"Look I think I actually hurt his feelings." No shit Kie. I thought him giving you the silent treatment and being angry was a clear enough sign.

Holy shit! Kie's mom gave me a mini heart attack popping out of fucking nowhere like that. One of those rare moments that I think she's being a concerned mother. Like at this moment she just wants Kiara to be safe and that's understandable.

JJ's dad is passed out on Ambien shit will knock you the fuck out. I have such a funny story; this was years ago, and it was the night of the GA vs FL football game, she hadn't slept in 6 days. She took one that didn't work, took another, and the entire night she thought she was giving a rock show and playing an electric guitar. Funny as fuck, laughed so hard I almost pissed myself.

Anyway, any scene that JJ has with his dad hurts. My heart hurts for JJ. He's not even sure if his dad means it or not, but it's clear that no matter what happens between them JJ is always gonna love his dad. But he shouldn't be the one apologizing, for anything. It's not his fault.

"I see your mother in you." Just stab me and twist it, why don't you? It'll hurt less.

Pope kicking the living fuck out of Rafe is:

That ass-whooping was deserved.

JJ to JB: "Love you." No, but listen their friendship is not talked about enough. Especially when he's like taking control of the situation making sure that John B is listening to him, to make sure that he gets out safely.

Kie: "I don't have feelings for you, Pope." A few minutes later, kisses him. Girl, make up your fucking mind. The second time this girl has confused me with her ability to keep saying one thing and then doing the complete opposite.

"Let's go into the storm!" Yeah, let's not do that, JB. Out of all the decisions you made this one takes the cake and the icing.

Ward when JB speaks on the radio, "You framed me for a murder I didn't commit!"

I love that Mr. Heyward also brought in JJ for a hug. Broke my heart to see that he had no one to comfort him... yeah, I never stop thinking about that.

Dream A Little Dream of Me by Ella Fitzgerald ft Louis Armstrong is my all-time favorite song.

"Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you."

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tiny i really have to ask you what you see in the anime Beatles dudes. why are you so hot for them (this is lighthearted, you do you)

this was the funniest thing i could wake up to, ty anon

as for the question..."what do i see in them " hmmmm well i come from the homestuck background so im sure i could find a rock hot if u gave it enough personality tbh

Which the sextuplets have a lot of! (incredibly so!)

also the way the question is framed implies that i wanna get it on with all six of them, which is also funny, but im only gunning for the one, i swear.

why am i so hot for this guy..... thats a good question..... im not sure...

ok well one hes so fail he tries so hard to be "the cool one" and constantly fucks it up, hes self proclaimed "a sinful man, a guilt guy" what the fuck does that mean hes so stupid i want him so bad, one of his brothers told him he was painful (read cringe as fuck) and his response was that he didnt want to hurt anyone bc he loved them all 8RRRRAAAUAGHHHH)

TWO hes like, blue, i like blue guys :3

^^^what the fuck is he doin

also the oso merch is like, they REALLY want you to choose one of them to love forever and ever and they keep putting out cute designs to make u want to hold them and its.working, sadly

listen every brother is kind of a shithead and awful in theyr own right if they were real guys i would (thinks about the live action movie) sorry i cant say suddenly, anyway, i suffer from karamatsu girls and boys disease which was caused by the fact that he was the punching bag in S1 and i NEVER recovered.

^^^the face of someone who just realized his brothers care more about pears than saving him from dying at sea/burned at a stake

by season 2 they started bullying totty instead of karamatsu and the way they made it up to him was that he suddenly is like, more silly??? you could say painful but the skits (THIS IS A SKITS ANIME WHY AM SO INTO THAT) make it like, haha remember the whole bullying karamatsu joke, hes on it now, and hes making it yr problem, he lears to fucking be more cringe n shit so ppl leave him alone, by season 3 they make hi even more of a bitch its GREAT

hes feral he bites he scratches but he wont bc hes kind of a pushover, no joke karamatsu would be so cute wait not cute im delusional he would be so cool if he stoped trying so hard but he puts his own face on his shirts and that kinda makes him a loser

i was gonna lookin for another picture but what the fuck is this,

what the fuck where was i , hes a bitch he does not care about shit unless its funny theres a bit of infor where when asked about osomatsu (the oldest) hes like hes shitty at being the eldest when he fails irrevocably then i will have to step up i love, shitty eldests bickering <3 theres this running gag where choromatsu trips n falls and karamatsu goes like CHOROMATSU ILL SAVE YOUUUUUU BUT HE JUST???KEEPS RUNNING AWAY???? FAKE ASS,now that i realize this karamatsu is the fakest around choro lolmao like that bit where choromatsu was like hey what do u think i should in the future and that bitch did Not Wanna be involved and yet he went all "follow ur dreams i support u!!!" and then left dead faced i love his mean girls and fake bitches.

coughs also he gives me the stronges vibes of someone who could have a gender/sexuality crisis and i could be the one who makes him realise <losing touch with reality by the second,

anyway i got distracted look i made a mspaint thing

TL;DR: I JUST LIKE THE ONE DUDE