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luvhughes43 · 1 year ago

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ice cream? | dad!quinn hughes

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request: can you write another one like your uncle jack story? i loveddd it!! maybe jack and luke are babysitting quinn’s daughter. i feel like they’d mac and cheese for dinner and both completely struggle doing it. and when it’s bedtime the toddler has a tantrum and they so gentle with her (but also kinda freaking out and don’t know what to do) and end up giving her ice cream and letting her watch a movie with them and she falls asleep on one of them. and quinn and mom come home like really guys?! you let a three year old tell you what to do

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“What are you doing? you don't put the tinfoil bit in the microwave?!” Jack scolded his younger brother Luke as he yanked open the microwave before it set itself on fire.

Luke stood dumbfounded, “how else are you supposed to cook it?”

the “it” in question being a mini cup of mac and cheese. Quinn thought it would be the safest dinner option and yet…

“Okay, let me do this you go entertain the baby” Jack shoos Luke away and towards an adorable toddler who smiled gummily up at her uncles.

Luke scoops the little girl up, who giggles all the way to the couch. Luke plops them both down and reaches for the tv remote.

“Shit!” Jack swears as he rips the microwave open. “Luke! You put in too much water!”

Luke clicks the volume up on the tv. “You like paw patrol! Yeah, let's watch paw patrol!” Luke cheers to his niece who continues to giggle at her uncle's antics.

“Doggy!” the little girl shouts as she points at the screen. Luke nods enthusiastically as he tunes out Jack's grumblings from the kitchen.

15 minutes later, dinner was served.

Luke picked at his plate, “dude…”

“if you say that this is gross i swear…” Jack cut in.

Before a small fight could break out, both brothers' attention were brought to the little girl in the high chair. “Yummy!” she smiled, lifting up her little plastic spoon and shovelling more of the questionable mac and cheese into her mouth.

“ha! She likes it!”

“Jack… she's 2.. She was eating canned mashed peas like a month ago,” Luke replies.

Jack scowls. “It's literally your fault that the mac and cheese-”

“Play now!” their niece once again recaptures their attention as she shows them her empty plate.

Jack gets up from the table and takes his niece out of her high chair.

After an hour of playing, the brothers get a text.

hughes bros👨‍👨‍👦

quinn: Put my baby to bed now it's getting late. If she gets a little fussy read her another bedtime story she usually falls asleep after two stories.

“your daddy says it's bedtime!” Jack coos to the little girl sitting in front of him and she immediately starts pouting.

She throws the bright red block she's holding and yells, “no!”

“Luke, you wanna put her to bed?” Jack asks as he watches the toddler throw a small tantrum. She was rolling around on the floor now, toys long forgotten.

“No sleep! No sleep!” she repeated, looking up at her uncles with her infamous puppy dog eyes.

Luke walks over and picks her up off the floor. “Why don't we go read a story! That's so much fun!” Luke exclaims happily and the little girl in his arms continues to frown.

“yeah let's read a story!” Jack cheers in an attempt to get the young girl to stop pouting. “I love stories!”

“No!” she shouts again.

Luke ignores her shouts, and carries her into her bedroom where she continues to pout. “Uncle Jacks going to pick out a really fun book while I get you ready for bed, okay?”

“No!”

After 20 minutes of fighting with the young girl, she was finally all ready for bed. As soon as she was in her crib, she immediately settled down and was happy to hear her story. She insisted on both of her uncles reading to her, and by the time they were done the first story she had already drifted off to sleep.

Jack and Luke sat in the living room, both on their phones as they waited for their brother and his wife to return.

“Wow this has been really easy!” Luke joked.

Jack looked over, rolling his eyes. “You almost burnt down the apartment”

“Yeah but the baby's asleep now so does it really matter?”

Jack shakes his head, “i’m not even going to reply to that”

“‘ACK! ‘UKE!” the wails of their niece ring out through the quiet apartment.

Both boys look at each other, and then immediately rush into their niece's bedroom. “What's up?” Jack coos, voice soft as he approaches the little girl with tears streaming down her face.

The little girl continues to cry. She stands up by the edge of the crib and holds her arms out to her uncles. Luke takes the hint and lifts the girl out of her crib and into his arms.

“No sleep” she whispers against her uncle Luke's chest and both boys stare blankly at each other.

“But you have to go to sleep,” Luke tries, but the girl shakes her head.

“No!” she cries.

The cries only get worse, so Jack has the brilliant idea of feeding the girl some ice cream.

“Two year olds can have ice cream right?” he asks as he pulls the large tub out of his older brother's freezer.

Luke nods, “yeah i'm sure vanilias safe for kids” he shrugs the shoulder that his niece is not laying against.

“You want some ice cream?” Jack asks as he holds a baby spoon up with a tiny bit of ice cream. The girl eagerly nods and reaches one hand out for the spoon.

The boys move to the couch, the little girl sat between them with her little bowl of ice cream in her lap. A movie softly plays in the background, lulling the girl to sleep with her hand in her ice cream bowl and head pressed against her uncle jack.

At the sound of the front door unlocking, both boys sit upright. “Shit! Don't wake her up!” Luke whisper-shouts as he stands up and starts clearing off the coffee table. There was ice cream everywhere, courtesy of the sleeping 2 year old clinging to Jack's side.

“Take her bowl!” Jack whispers as he tries to lift the baby's hand out of the sticky bowl.

“You gave my daughter ice cream before bed?” Quinn questions, surveying the messy kitchen and living room.

Luke, hands full of the incriminating ice cream bowls, shrugs. “She’s teething?” he says, but it comes out more of a question.

“My baby's teething? Are her molars coming through?” your worried voice drifts through the apartment as you step inside.

“No!”

“Yes!”

Jack and Luke both speak at the same time.

“Right… okay i’ll take my baby back now!” Quinn speaks. When he reaches down to lift his daughter up though, he sees her ice cream coated hands. Quinn doesn't have to say anything.

“Right well! This was really nice so…"Jack trails off when Quinn finally has his daughter in his arms. She was asleep, so what did it really matter if she had some ice cream?

“Yeah! I’ll see you next time!” Luke says, retreating into the guest bedroom.

“Yeah, what he said! It's been great!” Jack mimics Luke.

“You're cleaning this up tomorrow,” Quinn's voice is fully in dad mode as he looks around the messy room.

Jack nods enthusiastically before bidding the small family his goodnights.

“Thank you for babysitting!” you whisper yell, which Jack responds with a quick thumbs up.

A second later the guest bedroom door is clicked shut and Quinn and you are left standing in your quiet living room.

“They're never babysitting again” Quinn sighs, looking down at his daughter who was covered in ice cream.

“No, they're not” you sigh, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to your daughter's forehead. “Letting a 2 year old tell them what to do… you got those boys wrapped around your finger!” you whisper to your little girl.

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justrainandcoffee · 3 months ago

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“Come on, baby, light my fire” (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc) Part 1

Story masterlist - Alfie x Rose masterlist

Summary: The first time he saw her was on TV in middle of a riot caused after the assumption of the new Prime Minister. Then, as if the fate was determined to force them to meet Alfie and Rose crossed paths more than once.

Warning: None. But if you support police, this fic isn't for you. ||Alternate universe. Fireman!AU || I'm perfectly aware that it's not THAT easy to set a kitchen on fire, but welcome to fiction. ||

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Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre, come on baby, light my fire come on baby, light my fire.

The Doors.

People think that the policy of "not romantic relationship between employees" that some workplaces have, can be considered medieval, old fashioned and oppressive. Because what can be better than work with the person you chose to love? Stolen glances, smiles across the room. Secret kisses behind the door. Perfect, until the couple breaks up. Then the harmonic paradise becomes in hell.

Quite accurate, thought Alfie looking at Thomas Shelby passing by in front of him. Tommy was still wearing the gear, except the helmet, after the last call they received. He avoided his gaze and kept walking. They still talked, they had to because it was necessary to communicate to operate effectively, but they didn't talk about what happened between them.

Alfie let out a grunt when he removed his heavy boots and also his jacket. There, with only his pants, socks and a white t-shirt, he leaned against the bench and let his back rest.

His dog approached him and rested his big head on his knees. Alfie caressed him behind the ears.

"How are you, buddy?"

Cyril was a puppy that someone, for some reason, abandoned in front of the headquarters two years and since then, two years later, he was the official pet of this fire department located in Camden Town. Although Cyril was never trained to be a rescue dog, he was an honorary member of the team.

The animal looked at him with his deep brown eyes and Alfie chuckled "come on, I'm going to give you a treat." His back wasn't happy to move again, but he was hungry too, so he needed to eat as well.

Some of his men were also there, resting and chatting. He cared about them, despite his reputation of being a grumpy man. Captain Solomons inspired fear in some of them, especially the younger ones and he was aware of it. He needed to keep the discipline and if being grumpy was the best way to do it, then fine. But not so deep down, he was a good man and his men trusted him.

Cyril was finally eating from his bowl and Alfie already microwaved his own food, something that he didn't like, but there in the headquarters the options were limited.

The TV was on, although almost none of them were paying attention to the news. Riots. Nothing new. Since the new Prime Minister assumed, those against the Tories went out to protest as it was usual.

Alfie kept looking at the TV screen. A group of rioters was painting the walls around 10 Dowing Street, while others were throwing rocks and everything they had in their hands to the police. Something similar was happening near the Parliament where a bigger group was setting on fire a mannequin representing the PM. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

A brown haired girl with a megaphone was congratulating the multitude that went there and asked to those watching or hearing from their houses, to join them and protest against 'the bleached fucker and the pigs.'

"Another one who thinks that can end with a government by causing disturbance" Alfie moved his head towards the voice in front of him.

"Well, Tommy, she's doing more for something she believes than you complaining here, chewing a mint gum."

"Just wait until we have to go there to extinguish the fire started by them."

"Your friends, the fucking cops, will take care of them, as usual, Tom. So don't worry. It's called repression."

"It's called keeping the order. And they're not my friends."

"They're more friends to you than they're to me. Policemen, they cannot be trusted."

Alfie was right. Police arrested several of them for disturbance in public spaces. They were going to release soon and the only consequence of their actions for now, was a legal folder containing their arrest records.

Some of them got their freedom after few questions or right after the police got their fingerprints. Others, were still there. The girl who had the megaphone among them.

"If there's not female officers, then, don't you fucking dare to put your dirty, bloody hands on me, motherfucker. You're going to regret it when I put your fucking name in every social media: Gregory Williams, first officer, touched an unarmed woman. Do you want a legion of feminists in front your police department? Because I can do that."

The man pushed her against chair "just waited there, Coldwell! It's always a pleasure to host you here. Your cell is waiting for you."

"S.M.P"

"I don't know what that means, but I'm assuming that you are sending regards to my mother."

"Your mother is not the one to blame, she's not guilty of what you are. S.M.P, means suck my pussy. I'm already under arrest, the least I can do now is let out the hatred in my heart."

It was good that one of her younger brothers was a lawyer. Instead of spending a whole day there, they let her out before midnight, even when Williams was willing to leave her there for two weeks.

"I'll be back, fucker."

"Rose, shut up," his brother Samuel, the lawyer, grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the police department. "One day, it will cost you more than a bail."

"I did nothing, Samuel. Prisons are overpopulated with criminals, killers, rapists and the worst of all, according to them: innocent people. So, I don't fit in any category therefore, I'm fine. But thanks again, Sam."

"Don't mention it. Are you going to your apartment?"

"Yes. I need to walk. I call you when I'm there."

"Ok. Take care, Rosie."

Rose put her hands in her pockets and began to walk. The streetlights, the shop signs and the cars illuminated her way. Was it worth? Yes, definitely. No one in humanity got anything by saying please and thank you. Humans were born to fight. In wars or in daily life, but everything was a battle with few moments of peace.

Rose always felt inside her, probably in another life, she did something similar too. Maybe worse. Fighting for people's rights was something that she was born with. But she didn't know why.

She stopped by a coffee shop to buy a latte. It was late, but who were going to stop her? Besides, she was hungry and last time she ate something was that morning when had her breakfast.

Alfie ended his shift gladly to return home without any major accidents that day. A sandwich was what he wanted. Around the corner was a coffee shop opened 24 hours and had the most delicious cheese sandwich that he knew. His stomach growled in anticipation of the feast.

The place was almost empty except for two men holding hands at a table and the girl in front of him waiting for her coffee. He looked at the couple and couldn't help but think about him and Tommy. It was long time ago to be considered ancient history and yet, it was yesterday at the same time.

He turned his gaze towards the list of coffees there and thought that maybe he could order one like the girl in front of him did.

The girl.

Alfie paid attention to the woman there and he recognised her from the news he saw earlier that day. So, she was fine, after all. The news also showed later how police apprehended the rioters and take them to the station.

Alfie cleared his throat making her to look at him for the first time.

"Good night," he said.

"Good night."

"I know you."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"Really? Because I don't know you." Rose, looked at him. Really looked at him. A tall, bearded and, in her eyes, a good-looking man. Yet, she knew very well that creepy men where everywhere and some were handsome. So her mind was in alert. Just in case.

"I saw you today in the news. Megaphone in hand."

"Oh, I didn't know I was in the news."

"Problematic people tend to be famous."

"Excuse me, are you calling me problematic?"

The barista had the cup of coffee in his hands to give it to her, but he was also interested in the current conversation. Nights used to be way boring.

"Someone inciting violence in the streets isn't an angel."

"What are you? A cop?"

"Fucking ridiculous! I prefer to be dead before being a cop. I'm just saying, sweetheart."

She frowned "well, congratulations then, anonymous man. You get it very well who I am."

Rose finally grabbed the coffee that the barista prepared, thanked at the boy and went out.

"If i were your age, man, I'd ask her, her telephone number," the barista said preparing the sandwich that Alfie ordered.

"What do you mean my age? I'm just 30!"

"I'm just saying, sir."

Insolent kid. Alfie chose not to order the coffee and also left the place after paying for it.

The young woman wasn't near to be seen anymore.

Her head hurt the next morning. She slept very bad and the sound of workers on the other side of the street didn't help at all. Next to her in bed, her English bulldog called CPU, was snoring.

"Lucky lady," Rose thought looking at her.

She let her dog sleep, although CPU probably will be demanding food soon.

It was an ordinary breakfast what started everything. The same she prepared to her day after day. Although in fact, it wasn't the breakfast per se what caused the incident but a series of unfortunate events.

The kitchen cloth was in the counter and the burner was on. Maybe, a part of the cloth was touching the fire.

Kitchen is a dangerous place if you're not careful. And she Rose hadn't been careful. Not with the migraine accentuating her bad mood and tired as she was. Maybe, if CPU had been awake asking her to be fed then Rose could have noticed the first flames, but she wasn't. After drinking her tea and taking an aspirin she went back to bed. She didn't check the burner at all.

The cooking oil was also in the counter and the fire began to melt the plastic bottle, causing the oil started to spread over the floor and the flames followed the path.

CPU started to bark, but Rose was too tired to understand what was happening.

Until the smoke started to fill the whole apartment. Grey and thick like the things you saw in movie.

"Fucking God!" Rose jumped out of the bed, only to see her place covered by it. Coughing, she dragged her dog out of there. Her phone, remained inside.

It was a neighbour who called the fire department. The smell of smoke was reaching his own apartment. They arrived pretty quickly.

"New day, new problem," Alfie said driving the truck trough the street with the sirens on.

He saw the smoke as soon as he turned the corner. People outside were looking at the place where the fire started.

"Get the ladder!" One of the fireman yelled.

"Anyone inside the house?" Alfie asked to one of the neighbours.

"No. That girl and her dog live there, but she went out just in time. Both of them" and old lady replied.

While his men were climbing, he turned around to see the owner of the apartment.

You're kidding me.

"So, the problematic girl is causing problems as expected."

Rose, still hugging CPU, raised her eyes to see the man in front of her. The distinctive gear: turnout pants and jacket, helmet and boots gave him the appearance of someone bigger. Yet, despite the helmet, she recognised him. Of course she did.

"Are you a fireman?"

"Unless you guess I'm a freak wearing this thing that is heavy as fuck, then I'm a fireman, sweetheart. The Captain, in fact."

"Good."

"You need to tell me what happened. Do you need medical assistance?"

"No, I don't. I'm fine. She's fine too," Rose said refering to her dog. "But I guess my fucking apartment is not. I don't know what happened, but probably I left the burner on. I don't remember. I woke up feeling really bad so I made tea, took an aspirin and went back to bed. When my dog started to bark much later I saw the smoke. That's all."

"Ok, fine. Don't worry, accidents happen all the time. My men will take care of it and will determine what happened. Sadly until you can hire people to fix this mess you can't live here."

"Yes, I know. I'll be back to my mother's place."

"It's a good choice."

She nodded. It was the only place she knew, on the other hand. The firemen were still working behind his Captain while he was filling out a form that after few minutes he handled to her.

"Routine paperwork just to demonstrate that we worked here," he said as she started to fill her personal data there. She gave the papers back to him, who smiled.

"Well, Rose Elizabeth Coldwell, also known as problematic girl. I'm Captain Solomons, but you can call me Alfie."

And he winked at her.

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savage-radio-3way-fm · 1 month ago

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Episode 055 - Killed By Death Records

In the latest episode, I grab a bunch of my Killed By Death bootlegs to make the show. Killed By Death aka KBD records started being released in the late 80s, compiles the most rare and obscure punk singles from around the world. A lot of interest was generated in these bands, some reissued their material and some even reformed and started playing live again! Strap yourself in for this one!

Fun Things - Savage

Mad - I Hate Music Hollywood Squares - Hillside Strangler Slugs - Problem Child

Vox Pop - Cab Driver Controllers - (The Original) Neutron Bomb Dogs - Slash Your Face Gasoline - Killer Man

Freestone - Bummer Bitch Freeze - I Hate Tourists Chain Gang - Son Of Sam

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The Lewd - Kill Yourself Defnics - 51 Percent 84 Flesh - Salted City The Plugz - Mindless Contentment The Eat - Doctor TV

Zero Boys - A Piece Of Me Huns - Glad He's Dead Subhumans - No Productivity Victims - TV Freak

Neo Punkz - If I Watch TV Shitdogs - Reborn Shitdogs - WWII Never Ended Shitdogs - Bloodclot

Black Easter - What The Fuck The Nubs - Job X-Terminators - Microwave Radiation The Molls - White Stains The Stalin - ロマンチスト= Dendo Kokeshi

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The Kids - This Is Rock 'N Roll Funeral Dress - Army Life Dirt Shit - Exit The Next - Monotony The Insults - Just A Doper

Ed Nasty & The Dopeds - You Sucker Ed Nasty & The Dopeds - I'm Gonna Be Everything The Mirandas - Emotional Fascism Nipple Erectors - Nervouse Wreck

Village Pistols - Big Money Fire Exit - Time Wall Rude Norton - Tits On The Beach

The Low Numbers - Shok Treetments Pressure Drop - From Here To Eternity

The Mentally Ill - Gacy's Place

For more info on punk bootlegs check this site out!

#punkradio #savage3wayfm #communityradio #killed by death #Youtube

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clarktooncrossing · 1 year ago

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Giraffe's Eye View: Christmas Specials Special (2023) | The Flash - Running to Stand Still

Chestnuts are roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost is nipping at your nose. Mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again. All the dogs in the neighborhood somehow learned to bark Jingle Bells in sync. Yet retail workers are still more annoyed with Mariah Carey. Snow is getting shoveled, tossed, and formed into sentient beings leading parades without permits. It makes for an excellent distraction as the Krampus abducts children for bad behavior. Fruitcake is exchanged only to find its permanent home in the garbage. Terrorists have hijacked the Holiday office party right before your boss can give you a Jelly of the Month Club membership as your bonus. And of course, the Turducken has returned to wreak its fiery vengeance upon an unsuspecting world! If all this doesn’t put you in the Christmas spirit, perhaps these following Holiday specials will!

Greetings people of today and robots of tomorrow! It is I, Santa Clark, your geeky giraffe friend with a deep love of Christmas! My obsession for the yuletide is rivaled only by Maleficent’s hatred for it, which is saying a lot considering she once teamed up with Mad Madam Mim to kidnap the literal Spirit of Christmas. Yes, that really happened. I know this due to my annual pilgrimage to the Island of Misfit Specials, home to obscure or nerdy festive media ranging from movies, TV episodes, and comics. It’s no easy journey. Constantly I find myself confronted by sinister snowmen, genocidal gingerbread men, and worst of all, crappy commercials. Getting stabbed in the foot by a candy-cane wielding cookie is one thing, but I swear I’ve seen that ad for Wilbur’s White Elephant Gift Emporium more times than I’ve seen Miracle on 34th Street! Sometimes at night I catch myself reciting that jingle. Wilbur’s White Elephant Gift Emporium: Where Christmas meets Convenience! Huh, maybe Maleficent had a point.

Nah, my deep-rooted appreciation for this time of year can weather even the most moronic marketing! It helps that most of the merry media I’ve seen have put me in the perfect Holiday mood! Examples include the time a Ninja Turtle found himself trapped in a truck full of stollen toys, a drunk department store Santa stumbling onto a wish-granting magic bag, Big Bird nearly becoming a popsicle, Gwenpool waking up in a world where Galactus took the place of jolly ol’ Saint Nicholas, a terrifying tree stump trying to slaughter some saps over a stupid ship war, and the year when Death gave the Little Match Girl the greatest gift of all. Needless to say, I thought I had seen it all. That is, until I took my friends on a trip to the Island, tasking them to find me new, strange, seasonal specials to review! Some of them were fair, finding me festive favorites as comforting as coco in front of the fireplace. Others were fiendish, wanting to feed off my misery like Gremlins after midnight. Regardless of how naughty or nice my companions were, I’ve compiled all of their suggestions into a makeshift advent calendar! So stay tuned everyday until Christmas to see how badly my buddies can shred what little sanity I have left.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my buddies gave to me...

Fortunately my shadowy French friend Zephron (Zephron-Art) found just what I needed from within the speed force. Surprising as it sounds now, there was one a time when The Flash was DC’s hottest hero. Back before Ezra Miller shoved babies into microwaves, Grant Gustin was bringing a much needed sense of adventure to CW’s grimy and gritty Arrowverse. After appearing on the emerald archer’s series, the scarlet speedster became his own leading man, delighting fans every week as he raced against his recurring rogues. Sadly the momentum didn’t last. Over time the storylines became too complicated and repetitive, watchers losing patience with every new evil speedster introduced. Not even a crisis event could bring them back. Hence why after nine seasons the call was made to finally let the Flash run off into the sunset. Many are happy to see the show come to a conclusion, an equal amount happy to have seen it in the first place. It might have stumbled while racing towards the finish line, but some episodes are a reminder of why we stuck it out at all. Such is the case with this Season 2 episode, Running to Stand Still.

You’d better watch out, you’d better not cry, you’d better not pout. I'm telling you why! Weather Wizard (Liam McIntyre), Captain Cold (Wentworth Miller), and the Trickster (Mark Hamill) are coming to town! The terrible trio have escaped from Iron Heights Prison ready to bring bad tidings onto our hero. Barry’s adopted father Detective Joe West (Jesse L. Martin) puts it best when he says Santa hates them. If that wasn’t enough, the fastest man alive also has to contend with his girlfriend Patty (Shantel VanSanten), a vengeful police woman with visions of Weather Wizard’s death in her head. Turns out the normally chipper cop has a grudge against the seasonal scumbag who killed her father so many Christmases ago. Welcome to the CW, where drama hits you like The Brick. I haven’t even mentioned Joe finding out his estranged wife had a son she never told him about. Tis’ the season to confront trauma! Thankfully all that heavy-handed angst is nicely balanced with superhero fun, Holiday cheer, good acting, and the ongoing mystery of Zoom’s identity. Yeah, it’s about as mysterious as who the Sugar Plum Princess is, though there’s an actual decent twist at the end. If all that doesn’t convince you to give this festive frolic featuring the Flash a watch, I remind you that Mark Hamil is in this episode hamming it up! What more could you ask for?

How about five heroes for the price of one?

That’s exactly what we receive in an episode of the 2003 Justice League animated series, Comfort and Joy. Green Lantern (Phil LaMarr) & Hawkgirl (Maria Canals-Barrera) spend time playing in the snow, Martian Manhunter (Carl Lumbly) discovers the true meaning of Christmas down at the Kent family farm, and Wally West’s Flash (Michael Rosenbaum) calls a yuletide truce with the Ultra-Humanite (Ian Buchanan) to make the season bright for some orphans. It’s a fantastic watch for this time of year, even if the writers try way too hard to convince folks that Santa Claus doesn’t exist in the DC Universe. Uhm, why wouldn’t he? You’re telling me that shape-shifting martians, a city full of hyper-intelligent gorillas, a man made out of atomic energy, and ancient snake demons are more plausible than jolly ol’ Saint Nick? Get real here, everything about the festive fatman could easily be explained via comic logic! He could hide the North Pole like how the Amazonians hide Themyscira, the reindeer could all be connected to the speed-force, and Santa being a kryptonian would explain everything else! Not to mention, they’ve actually shown Santa in the comics before. Dude once managed to penetrate the defenses on Apokolips just so he could shove a single lump of coal into Darkseid’s face! DC’s Santa Claus is badass! Whether you believe in Santa or not, Comfort and Joy & Running to Stand Still are a dynamic duo to watch this time of year. Though if these Holiday heroics don’t satisfy you, then I’ve got another colorful bunch of crime fighters courtesy of the French.

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letsbenditlikebennett · 2 years ago

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I can't believe you don't know how to speak Spanish. Just as a heads up, you don't say the ll's in tortilla like English l's... the only thing you'd be doing if you did that is taking an L.

Some sort of muppet puppet. Jimmie Hendrix or something. I don't know, my parents didn't let me watch TV when they were around and Andy and I are too broke for cable.

[pm] True, I found that one out the hard way trying to microwave a can of spaghettios in the can. We never did get our security deposit back on that place. I still wanna set something on fire now and it's your fault. :/

Shut up, I'm adorable. Because it's embarrassing, Emilio. I'm the man's youngest cousin, it's my duty to embarrass him as much as possible. And for reference, the blanket he sleeps with is a knitted blanket version of a lesbian flag that an ex knit for me. So it'd be fun to ask him, you'd get to see the signature crinkle brow.

Perro... Isn't that just the Spanish word for dog? But also hell yeah, I'm gonna share food and he'll love me.

His girlfriend is a pig? Who is this Kermit for, exactly? Rocks are fine, but not pets. You can't even pet them. Isn't that the whole point of a pet?

[pm] This is good to know. I don't think a phone would burn very well, though. Probably just melt. And smell like shit. Plastic doesn't smell great when it melts. I know you must know that. You seem like you have probably set things on fire before.

You are that bad. But it's good that you know it. Why would I ask him about his blanket? That doesn't seem like the kind of thing someone asks someone else for any reason.

Perro. You can meet him. He'll probably like you if you share food. [user attaches a very blurry, but still cute, picture of perro.]

#wr dash #wr emilio

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singularartjournal · 2 years ago

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AN RV PRIMER FOR THOSE CURIOUS ABOUT RV LIFE!!!!An intro!

For those who don’t travel by Rv I thought I would let you know some of what we have learned in our two years of Covid-induced Rv life of adventure.

We are in sunny Tucson now. Our small van sized Rv called a Travado is built on a Dodge Ram truck chassis below and Winnebago has built a RV “house”on top of it. This is the way they are all built:an existing auto manufacturer below and a RV builder above. So we have all the comforts of home, kitchen (stovetop/frig/sink/microwave), with storage cabinets, a table, a TV/stereo system,a bed and bathroom (sink/shower/toilet) all in a 21 foot long vehicle! We can park in a regular parking spot and can do a uturn handily. Our dogs love it too!

We use KOA campgrounds because they are franchised and standardized in having showers/laundries/dog play areas and usually a swimming pool. Sometimes restaurants and game rooms.

We are staying in the Tucson Lazydays KOA which is especially large and nice. And must have been in operation for a while. There are mature orange/grapefruit/lemon/olive trees between each parking site. You can rent lots with grills/dog fences/cabins.

This one has a weekly calendar of activities. Pickle ball courts/swimming pool and kid activities like this “train” on wheels (see picture below) which zips around the park. And people sit out watching tv on their side panel TVs or having outdoor parties with grills and fire pits.

And I looked at the license plates here. Many of them are “snowbird” plates from more northern climes. However, many rvs in the spring through fall seasons represent people from around the country, young and old, from every income level and profession. Some are retired, some are working, some with kids,bikes,dogs,some are home schooling etc. experiencing the adventuring life in their own portable hotel. These homes range from inexpensive to very expensive. (The large bus chassis ones cost over a million dollars, not counting the car towed behind!)

We love having stumbled into this adventuring-in-the-US life. We have traveled to almost all the southwest beauty we can imagine, California, and through southern states to Florida. Hooray for America’s diversity and beauty!! Hooray for adventuring RV’ers!!!

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paintball-writes · 3 years ago

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Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2021!

Day 2 - Family

Day1 - Day2 - Day3

Marinette Wayne was the baby of the Family. She loved her brothers to no end.

Maybe a little more because they treated her as the baby.

Being the youngest had both its advantages and disadvantages. On one hand they listened to her every demand. On the contrary they were over protective.

Being the youngest also had other perks. No one could ever say to Marinette. Growing up Marinette was given lots of love by her older siblings. She got everything. She always loved the attention her crazily big family paid her. Don’t get her wrong, She loved her family a lots.

They gave her everything she asked. All she had to do was ask.

A ride in the Batmobile. Done. Modelling her clothes. Done. A baby Tiger. Also done. But mostly Marinette enjoyed spending time with her crazy family.

She loved the gifts and all, But the most? It was spending time together.

Playing pranks, Making gifts for each other, Game nights, Cooking nights.

Yeah those were definitely her most fond moments.

Her father and Siblings tried not to blow up the kitchen. That was something straight out of the funny TV shows for Baby marinette. She always loved her brothers and father trying to cook, and later accidentally blowing up the Kitchen. That was the funniest part. She would fall down laughing while clutching her stomach every single time.

Don’t blame her, Her family managed to do the most impossible things. Setting water on fire, Blowing up an egg in the microwave, Her father couldn’t even make coffee!

And that was funny itself. Marinette loved sitting on a chair and watching her Dad trying to make sense of the Coffee maker. Everytime she ended up laughing out loud.

She also loved doing the trapeze with Dick. Playing pranks on everyone with Jay. Trying to stay up all night with Tim. Walking Titus with Damian. Dancing with Cass. Doing ridiculous things with Stephanie. Watching Babs help through the Comms. Baking with Alfred too.

Also there was another thing she loved the most. Going to WE with her Dad. The Employees were made to sign NDA’s so her Identity wouldn’t get out. Many times she got bored in Dad’s meetings. So she ended up talking to one of the employees while they worked. Marinette was curious about business. So she often ended up with her bombarding a person with Queries. At the end of the Day, her dad would realize she wasn’t with him. That ended with him panicking and announcing on the huge microphones in WE. She enjoyed scaring the shit out of her Dad.

So when it was time to stay with her mother. Everyone ended up crying. Marinette was confused and sad. Did heer family not love her anymore? Did they hate her now? What about Jay-Jay? And Dami? Sure he was four years older than her, but he loved her, Right? She pulled her father’s coat and timidly asked

“Do you all hate me now? Is that why you're sending me away?”

Gasps were heard among many. “No darling, we don't, we love you lots. But your mother gave birth to you right? Don’t you think she wants to meet you too? You can still visit every summer and winter break.We won't miss a single christmas without you. I promise we’ll all call you daily!” Her father says. Yes, that makes sense. She should thank the lady for giving birth to her. Maybe the lady wants to know what she looks like.

“Pinky Promise?”

“Pinky Promise.”

And the promise was kept. Every Summer she ended up with new memories. She also got to thank the lady who gave birth to her. She was her Maman now. And there was Papa too! Marinette hopes that her Dad finds her another Mom! Then she would get to keep two Moms and two Dads! One will always be her Dad, Bruce. Second will be her Maman. Third, her Papa Tom. And fourth her Mom or another lady her Dad finds.

Marinette loved her new life too!! She also missed her Brothers and Sisters and the craziness they brought. She loved cooking with her Maman. Also she loved Baking with Papa. She also had a two year old sister Bridgette! She looked just like her! Now she has a small Sibling. It’ll be just like her and Damian!

Marinette made a lot of friends. Bonded with her sister. Also Introduced her to her Dad!

She had such good friends! She also became a superhero. Her both families knew about that. But all that changed one day. Why? The one and only Lila Rossi.

She took all of Marinette’s friends. Except Chloe, Kagami, Luka and Nathaniel. Chloe is dating Nathaniel. And Kagami is dating Luka. She also has a boyfriend, Jon kent. She started dating him Last year. Her family knew about Lila. So did Bridgette. She always called Lila a Witch.

This year she won't be going to Gotham to visit her family! They will be coming here! She was Psyched. Now Bridgette could meet them in person! She and Bridgette were currently sitting in Le Grand Paris waiting for the Waynes. Her Class was also going to be there. Instead they will be talking with Mr.Agreste. Oh Boy, She was going to enjoy this.

As she was thinking about what her family brought her, They said it was a surprise. They even got Bridgette one! Bridgette wanted to become a Cop, Just like Dick. She wondered if that was related. Maybe a famous cop’s autograph. Ooh maybe Commissioner Gordon’s.He was her role model after all! As she was soaked in her thoughts she missed the group of men wearing suits. Everyone’s Jaw Dropped. Aurore started filming. Her train of thoughts were cut off when she fell down from weight. She looked to see it was Jason Todd.

“Ouch Jay-Jay! Get off!” Marinette shouts. “What? Am I not allowed to hug my Baby Sister anymore?” He asks with fake hurt. “Of course you can! But seriously you are jumping on me!”Marinette Retorts. Then she’s under a dog pile. “I’m gonna join the pile too!!” Bridgette and Damian shout. “Boys get off your sister!” This earns a lot of Gasps. “Thanks Dad, I missed you.” Marinette then hugs her father. “Missed you too.”

“Hey Bridgette, nice to meet you formally!” While the waynes are absorbed in their conversation they miss a class with a teacher and principal coming in and taking a seat. Mr.Agreste is here in person.

“Aren’t those the Waynes? Why are they sitting with Mari-trash?” Lila asks getting a lot of Gasps. “Lets go talk to them, they will make an excellent Buissniess partner.”Mr.Agreste says to Adrien, getting a nod in return. Everyone follows them. The first thing they here is

“-A whole fabric shop for me? Thank you!” Marinette says hugging her Father.

“Is this Commissioner Gordon’s Autograph? That’s so cool!” Bridgette says.

“Mr. Wayne! A surprise seeing you here!” The Waynes turn to see Gabriel.

“Hello Gabriel. A surprise indeed.” Bruce answers smoothly.

“If you don’t mind, What are you doing here?” Gabriel asks.

“Oh, I decided that this year I should visit my daughter in Paris, Instead of the other way around,” Bruce says Patting Marinette’s head.

“She’s your daughter? She has quite a lot of potentiel Mr.Wayne.” Gabriel says Surprised.

“Right? She’s MW! Marinette Wayne!” Bruce exclaimed. Everyone Gasps.

“Oh?I’m glad our kids are such good friends.” Gabriel says fuming to the fact she’s on the top of the Designers list. To his surprise Mr.Wayne Scoffs.

“Good friends? Good Friends? These children bully my daughter on claims of a liar! Your son knows the truth, Yet he let’s kids bully my Daughter!On what note are they Good Friends?” Bruce Fumes. Everyone pales.

“I apologise, I had no idea.” Gabriel says.

“Not your fault. You should pay more attention to your son. Like even I’m a lot of busy. I still make time for my family. Although I'll still be pressing charges against the class and School.”

That’s how Lila’s Reign ended. She loved her Family no matter how much Chaotic they were. Yes she loved them lots.

@maribat-bdbwm

#mbdbwm2021 #Bio Dad Bruce Wayne #maribat #Bio!dadbrucewayne2021

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heyitsphoenixx · 3 years ago

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I Wanna Get Better

Chapter One

When Zach Stone’s lifelong goal to get famous is achieved, ten years later he’s still dealing with the consequences.

TW: hard drug use, explicit sexual content (lemon, can’t believe we’re back to this), depression, brief mentions of alcohol and medication. lots of angst.

AO3

Written by @mickeysjones and myself. Gif by @mickeysjones

New update every Saturday at 7pm EST.

Walking was always faster. Walking was cheaper, too. The traffic in LA was ridiculous, the small convenience store was a few blocks away, and walking made more sense than ordering a lift. It took less time to walk, it was pretty out.

He should have called for a car.

While walking back to his small apartment from the convenience store, having bought whatever microwavable meals he found in the small freezer section full of foods that were either already expired, or about to be due to the freezers being very old and in need of maintenance, he saw a group of people.

This wasn't uncommon, people exist in the city, but this specific group was different. They were younger, leaned up against some building he didn't care to know the name of, and they kept glancing up from their phones, whispering to each other as he was about to pass them by.

Again, not uncommon. People exist and they have conversations with each other. This group though, was different.

There were more whispers as he walked by, and finally one of them spoke up a bit louder just as he passed.

"Excuse me?"

Don't stop. Look at the ground. Keep walking.

"Excuse me?" They said it louder that time. He hesitated. "Are you Zach Stone?"

He looked up at the empty sidewalk in front of him, tilted his head, then shook it lightly, never turning back to look at the group of kids behind him.

"No."

Without another word, he continued down the sidewalk towards his apartment.

It was a strange feeling, being recognized. It was something he would have killed to have happen to him 10 years ago. Well, maybe not kill, but close enough to it. He got his wish. He got recognized. Great.

He walked up the steps to a cheap apartment building that felt nothing like home. The stairwell made a horrible noise at all hours, collecting sound from the vents and the outdoors and combining them together to create a melody from hell. The AC worked about 65% of the time, the mailbox was small (not that he was receiving much mail these days anyway), and the neighbors were all either in their 60s or in their 20s and on drugs. A fitting place for him, though. He stood right on the line separating both.

There were no elevators, not that you'd trust them if there were. His apartment was on the 7th floor.

He found himself at the beginning of the endless staircase, his eyes following it up and up until he was risking a neck cramp. He sighed and then began his journey. He'd move one day.

When he finally made it to his apartment, exhausted from the weighted climb, he opened up the door with just enough room to get inside and closed it back, leaving only a few seconds between room transitions. He paused when he got inside, looked around for a second as he struggled to catch his breath, then walked over to the kitchen.

The kitchen and living room were connected, the fridge, the stove, the sink and the cabinets up against the side wall by the door. The couch that seated two, the tv stand that was closed in with a shelf above the actual tv, and the microwave were closer towards the other wall. The stove was small and barely worked, it was more of a fire hazard than an appliance. This was part of the reason why the microwave meals became his best dishes. That and he wasn’t the best chef.

He dropped the two grocery bags on the counter, paused again, then unpacked everything. The first bag had 5 freezer meals, all different in some way, all including a brownie. The second was a bag of dry dog food, and a few cans of wet dog food. Only when the bag of dog food was dropped onto the counter did the clicking paws come running out from the bedroom.

“Alright, alright Doug, calm down, don’t choke on it,” he said, the dog food barely having a chance to hit the bowl before the over-excited German Shepherd was scarfing it down. He put away the remaining groceries while snacking on one of the brownies, then slugged his way over to his bedroom, not bothering to turn on any of the lights as he let himself fall onto his bed.

He hadn’t turned off the ceiling fan before he left, and he stared as his eyes followed the hypnotic rhythm of the blades in the darkness. It was only 7pm and he was already feeling dead tired.

He dragged himself over to his nightstand and got out the small plastic bag. Being careful not to spill any more than needed, he poured a small pile of the white powder onto the table. He took an old credit card from its usual place beside the bag and corralled the powder into a neat, thin line. He pressed a finger against one nostril and inhaled with the other. It wasn’t a necessity, he certainly didn’t need it like he used to anymore, but it kept him awake long enough to live his life normally.

He knew he was depressed, he’d known that for nearly a decade now. He also knew without this remedy he would be asleep all day, every day, for the rest of his life. Medication hadn’t helped, he tried that for a couple years to find it only made him numb, not happy. This didn’t make him happy either, but it pushed away the numbness enough to function, for a while anyway. But he didn’t need it, he was waning himself off of it, actually. There was a time when his body didn’t go a day without the cocaine running through it, for years. Now it was only a couple of times a week, and only when he really needed to function.

He closed the bag and returned it to the nightstand’s drawer, then ran his hands roughly over his face, feeling his nerves start to finally wake up. He walked over to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face, then saw himself in the mirror.

“Jesus,” he sighed.

Dark crescents hung below his bloodshot eyes. His hair and beard were longer than they’d ever been, and he ran his hands through the light brown tendrils falling over his shoulders. He hadn’t cared enough to keep up with any kind of self-maintenance, but it helped keep away anyone who might potentially recognize him. Most of the time, anyway.

*****

The lights of the club were dizzying in their intensity, his already blown out pupils contracting as they flashed their colors over him and the rest of the dance floor. He could feel the bass of the music vibrating in his bones, and if it weren’t for the woman grinding against him, he might not have had the presence of mind to keep himself upright. He had one hand gripped onto her waist while the other held aloft a shot of vodka. She had told him her name, or rather, attempted to shout it over the music, but he hadn’t heard her and he didn’t ask again. He could hardly make out any details of her face, but the way her strapless dress barely contained anything was enough to keep his attention. Her hands moved up his t-shirt to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing herself up against him as she moved her hips to the beat.

“What’s your name?” she shouted up at him. His hand on her waist traveled lower to grip her ass, and he bent down to speak into her ear.

“Is that really what you wanna know, or do you want to get out of here?” he said, and downed his shot.

She looked up at him and he could see the gleam of her smile under the lights. She took his hand from her ass and led him to the restroom.

The stall door was barely closed before their lips crashed together in desperation. He held her close as he opened her up with his tongue, and she eagerly reciprocated. His nervous system was firing on every level, and he thought he might catch fire soon and enjoy it. Her hands quickly threw off his shirt to the floor, a thin trail of spit connecting them as they briefly separated to get it over his head. He returned this time to her neck, noticing now that she had long black hair as he moved it out of the way to taste the sweat on her skin. Her hands gripped his hair and she let out small whimpers as he lapped her up. He moved down her neck to her chest, now on his knees so he wasn’t craning down so severely. His tongue flicked back and forth over her tight dress where her nipple was, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other hand slid up her thigh to tug at the seam. She swiftly pushed the dress down to her high, high heels, and stepped out of it.

He sucked as much of her breast that could fit in his mouth, and his fingers moved from her thigh to work deftly on her clit. Her nails dug into his scalp as his fingers alternated between circular movements and long strokes up and down her folds. She was making no attempts to hold in her pleasure now as her moans echoed around the tile walls of the restroom. She moved her hands down to his neck and led him to stand up again. She rushed to undo his belt and his breathing shallowed as she took out his already hard member, growing at her touch. His hands flew to her waist and he spun her around in one movement. She obliged as she raised herself up to him, steadying herself with her hands flat against the stall door. He easily slid himself inside her, a guttural moan escaping from the back of his throat in relief.

He wasted no time as he moved in quick thrusts, his hands clutching her hips so tightly he wouldn’t be surprised if he left bruises.

“Fuck, yes, yes,” he gasped out, sweat collecting at his furrowed brow. She clenched around him tighter and tighter as her moans raised higher in pitch with each aggressive thrust. His head rolled back on his neck as he struggled for breath. The bright fluorescent light and the sound of skin hitting skin added to the fever pitch he was reaching.

“Oh fuck, yes Amy,” he panted, and she froze. He had hoped she hadn’t heard him, but she clearly had. He didn’t know her name, but he was 99% sure it wasn’t Amy, and as she moved off of him and turned to face him, he realized he guessed correctly.

“Amy?” she said indignantly, eyebrows raised.

“Oh, come on,” he said, still panting. “You thought I could hear you over all that?”

“Right,” she scoffed at him. “Well, you have fun finishing yourself off, because it’s Candace, asshole.”

With that, she stepped back into her dress and tugged it on, walking out of the stall and out of the restroom.

He rolled his eyes and locked the stall again, his forehead on his arm that rested against the door, pants still around his ankles and still fully erect.

“Fuck,” he said dejectedly.

It had been ten years, ten incredibly long years since he’d last seen her, but in all that time he could never manage to get her out of his mind. He didn’t even know what she looked like now, he had purposely kept himself away from anywhere he might find photos of her in an attempt to let himself forget over time. But by the fifth year he had realized that she wasn’t going to leave his thoughts any time soon.

Zach Stone slapped the wall beside him in frustration, then took the advice he was given and turned to finish himself off over the stall toilet.

*****

Zach took the stairs two at a time, nearly tripping over himself as he ran through the building. He weaved his way through students wandering through the halls, apologizing as he lost control of his gangly limbs and caused a girl to drop her textbooks to the floor.

He glanced over the numbers on each door in his desperate search until he finally found the door with the number 23 on it. He knocked about seven times in quick succession before it opened to reveal a grinning Amy Page behind it.

In one movement, Zach cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, her hands coming to rest on his chest as her lips were still stuck in a smile. He suddenly pulled back and threw his fists high in the air.

“I’ve got a TV show! I’m gonna be famous! WOO!” he screamed, not caring who heard him. He bent down to kiss Amy again, and she held in her laughter as she pulled him by his shirt into her dorm room. Once inside, she closed the door, thankful that her roommates were absent.

“Ok, calm down,” she said through laughter. “Tell me again, what did they say?”

Zach had his hands on his hips, clearly trying to contain his excitement and failing.

“I don’t know, they said they got the tapes, and they watched them, and now they want to put them on MTV! Amy, I’m getting a show!” he squealed, open palms out in front of him. She thought that she had never seen him so happy.

“Zach, that’s so amazing, I’m so happy for you!” she said. She wrapped her arms around him and he gripped her tight as he picked her up off the floor for a moment. She looked up at him and felt her cheeks stiffen from smiling so hard.

“I’m so proud of you,” she said softly, and brought him back down to kiss him again, this time slow, deliberate, and full of love. She took her time on him, running her thumb along his cheek as she felt him start to relax. She pulled away enough to see his face had turned completely pink.

“Wow, um, thanks,” said Zach, shy and giggling like a kid.

“So, when does it come out?” she asked, sitting down on her bed.

His hands returned to his hips as he looked like he didn’t know where else to put them, and he shook his head, still reeling.

“They said in like a month they’ll air the pilot, whatever that means,” he said.

Amy couldn’t help letting out a chuckle.

“It means that’s when they put out the first episode,” she explained with a grin.

Zach beamed back at her as he realized, his hands flying to his hair in disbelief.

“I can’t believe this,” he said. “I’m gonna be famous, I’m gonna be actually famous!”

The wonder in his eyes halted in its tracks when his eyes met hers again, and she watched his train of thought switch across his face.

It had been a month since she started school, a month since his interview that got him his first taste of public attention on the local news. He had indeed run out of money to fund the camera crew any more, so he was still working at the grocery store to try to get some of it back, but after that interview, every person in Boston knew who he was, and they had loved him for it. For two weeks.

After two weeks, the attention had died down, which Amy had quietly been thankful for. Of course she was happy to see Zach happy, he had finally gotten what he always wanted, and what she had always wanted for him. But when everyone knew and loved her boyfriend, asking for pictures and autographs (and not all of them in appropriate places), she had begun to feel like she was already losing him. He would visit once a week and hardly ever picked up the phone during that time. Most of what she knew about how he was doing was what she saw on the TV at that point, and she had started to become resentful of the small amount of fame he caught.

Then, when everyone around him knew who he was, the novelty wore off, fast. It had startled Zach how quickly no one cared about him anymore, to the point where he was going up to people and reminding them about his segment on the news. Sometimes, people would film these outbursts of his, which would then put him back on the news, but in a less favorable, less likable light.

This had caused Zach to retreat back into himself, back into Amy, and back to his family and friends, who were all secretly grateful for the turn of fate. Everyone was relieved except Zach, who was absolutely crushed. He wouldn’t get out of his bed for days, and was even in danger of losing his job. Heartbroken to see him like that, Amy had called Greg and suggested they gather what footage Zach had collected over the summer and send it around a few networks. She didn’t actually think it would get picked up, she just wanted to do something nice for him to get him back to his old self again.

Zach looked at her now and remembered what he had promised her when she had shown up to him after that first news story.

“Amy,” he started, sitting down next to her on her bed.

“I don’t need this, really. I know I was awful to you, and I won’t ever let that happen again, but if you don’t want me to do this, I promise I won’t. I don’t need to be famous, I just need to be Amy’s,” he said, taking her hand in his.

Her lips tilted up in a half smile and she looked into his pleading eyes.

“Zach, you know I’m never gonna ask you to not do something you really wanna do. You really want this, right?” she asked.

He took a deep breath, then nodded.

“Yeah, I do,” he admitted.

“Then I want you to do this,” she said, squeezing his hand. “I just want you to be happy.”

He smiled at her, the blush returning.

“Thanks Amy.” He was suddenly shy again.

“Can I, uh… can I tell you something?” he asked.

“Yeah, of course,” she said, mildly confused as to why he was asking. He bit his lip, clearly nervous.

“I… I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me. And I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend to you, but I promise this is gonna be different. I’m gonna call you every day, I’m gonna come here four times a week and you’re gonna be so annoyed that you can’t study as much as you should because I’m here all the time.”

Amy giggled at that, hoping it was true.

“And I’m gonna do it because… I love you. I love you, Amy Page.”

She didn’t need hope to know that was true. He looked at her the same way he had looked at her since they were children, like she had put the sun in the sky.

“I love you too, Zach Stone,” she said.

Zach let out a big breath and pumped his fist.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Can I, can I just-”

Amy held his face as she kissed him, perfectly content to be finally in sync with him once again.

#bo burnham #zach stone #zach stone is gonna be famous #zsigbf

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tricky-tricky-boys · 10 months ago

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While Max noted the reaction to their touch, he decided against saying anything else. Maybe bringing more attention to it would not be a good idea. He did look down at his own hand, noting that were wasn't any mark or sign of what he had felt just moments ago. At the biting humor, Max just rolled his eyes and smiled. "Point taken. Come on, let's go." As Max led them out of the basement, the stairs led out into the kitchen, where the true size of the home could be glimpsed. The Tannen home was more a manor than a simple house, and the kitchen reflected that. Built by his great grandfather, the large manor had a large kitchen, with original appliances that had been carefully maintained in the decades of use by the family. 8 bedrooms took up most of the second floor. Max had taken the bedroom that was most east in the home, as he was the early bird. "You'll have free reign of the house. I do most of the cooking. Myself and Aro are the only ones allowed in the kitchen normally. I have banned Aubrey and Valor from it, since Aubrey blew up the last microwave we had, and Valor started a small fire while making cereal. He still refuses to tell us how he did it, and it's been 5 years." He hummed, continuing past and leading Raydan past the formal dining room that was used for dinner only, past the formal living room that was rarely used, and into the grand foyer that held the wide staircase that led to the second level. He jogged up the steps, turning right to head to the east wing. "Aro and I usually take turns making food, but if you're hungry, feel free to make something for yourself or you can wait until whichever meal is next." He led them down the long hallway lined with doors to different rooms. The wallpaper was a deep viridian green, with patterns of golden vines and leaves twisting and twirling throughout. The entire home was decorated in a sort of… modern bohemian vibes that very much spoke of the family of witches that lived there. But their rooms, as Raydan would likely find out over time, reflected each individual Tannen.

As they got to the door, Max opened it and left it open as he made a beeline for his closet. The room was modest, whites and pastel blues took up most of the color pallete. The shelves were decorated with books, different divination tools, and plants were the pops of color that broke up the brightness. From the door, the king sized bed was to the left, a seating area with a chaise and two chairs half circling a coffee table was straight ahead, and to the right was the doors to the closet and bathroom, as well as his TV between them and the entertainment center that had his gaming consoles. He had a desk as well, on and around it was his equipment for his YouTube videos. The room looked… lived in. As he rummaged around in his closet, he found a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tanktop that was probably Valor's, and came back out in time for the outburst from Raydan. That made him tense up for a moment before he kept walking towards the hound, holding out the clothes. "Yes. I expected a canine spirit to appear. But I didn't plan to just bark orders and treat it like nothing. It was going to be a part of this family, and we would treat it as… well better than you're currently treating me. I understand that you don't trust me, or trust this situation. But I have been trying to treat you as well as I can given the adjustments that I'm making in real time. If you had been a dog, I was going to find out what hellhounds eat, what they might like as treats, get things that you might like. Now, I'm still willing to do that. I just need to redirect my own brain. But even knowing the context of your distrust… it doesn't make the blatant and open hostility hurt any less, Raydan. You've made up your mind about me, and you did so before I even finished the spell that summoned you. I can only hope that the second impression you obtain from me is better than the first. I know these aren't much… but I hope they're okay until we can go shopping tomorrow." His irises flickered weakly, the pastel blue of his magick reacting to his own emotions. Max had always been sensitive, a drawback to being an empath. Tears were threatening to spill, making his eyes watery and his vision blurring slightly. "Take them. They're yours now. If you still want a tour, we can do that. If you'd like to shower or bathe, the bathroom is right there."

It seemed like Max needed to earn this hound's trust if he was going to get anywhere even close to... well, close to him. It was evident in his aura what had earned thos distrust. Trauma. Had he had previous masters? Had they mistreated him? His heart broke at even the thought of someone harming someone like Raydan. Underneath the extremely rough and guarded exterior, there was something endearing. Max couldnt quite place it. If his previous masters had forced him there and then mistreated him? The thought of it sickened him, and he mentally vowed to at least... give him a good home? Would that phrase even be applicable? Now he sounded like a pet. He was shaken from his thoughts at the sound of the man's voice, and he shook his head. Although curious about the Hell Hounds canine form, he didn't want to see it just yet. It would make communicating with him much more difficult if he decided to stay that way. Although... he could always order him to change. But if he was going to be building trust, it needed to happen organically. Minimal use of commands that would have to be obeyed. "That won't be necessary, Raydan. We'll just need to adjust. So, like I said. You'll sleep in my room until we get a mattress. I'll place an order tomorrow, and then we'll see how long shipping will be." He smiled, watching him closely. He noticed that he was quite expressive, at least his face was. He was sure he didn't need to be an empath to know what was going on with Raydan's moods. "I know that you don't trust me. And you have no reason to, so I understand. But I'm not going to intentionally or maliciously mistreat you or let anyone else. So... you can be honest with me. If there's something you need, don't be afraid to ask for it. And if you have any questions for me, you can ask them." He hummed up until their first touch, and Max tensed. It felt like he had just grabbed a hot plate. He flinched, the initial pain of it making his hand clench a bit right as Raydan squeezed as well. It was like a shockwave of heat rocketing up his arm. Infernal energy. "Holy... wow, that was intense. Did you feel that?" He chuckled incredulously, grinning ear to ear as he gestured to the stairs. "My family is away right now. They gave me privacy for the spell. We have the house to ourselves. Come on, I'll lead you up to my room and I'll give you some clothes before we tour the rest of the house." He bounded up the stairs, knowing that Raydan would follow.

#raydan convo

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fanfictogirl · 3 years ago

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Heres my idea of A house Sam, Dean, Cas and Jack could live in, and the way that they love in it is in the description.

2 story house.

Entry hallway. Includes a hall tree and a desk with a herb plant. Also a shoe holder.

Left is the living room. No TV, but 2 bookshelves. 2 couches and 1 recliner. Piano in the corner.

behind is Sam's Den. 2 computers with dual screens. 3 bookshelves and beanbag chair in corner.

Right of that is the kitchen. 1 stove/oven. 1 microwave, 1 fridge/freezer. 5 cabinets and counter space. Sink and Dishwasher. Shelf in corner that holds recipes and cookbooks.

right of that is the Dining room. one large table with 8 chairs. A bowl of fruit in the middle, light fixture over head.

Next is the family room. This room has a TV. 1 couch and 2 recliners. 2 cabinets that hold movies and a fire place.

In front of that is the laundry room. one washer and dryer, cabinet space for soaps. Hanging racks and spare hangers.

staircase in the entryway to the top floor.

Narrow hallway with doors to rooms.

Jack’s room. Full bed with scooby sheets. (Dean’s idea) Closet full of leather and flannel. 1 drawer full of clothes. Nightstand with lamp. Desk with computer. Bookshelf with books in different languages. Bean Bag chair.

Right of that is a closet for the bed sheets and bathroom towels.

Then Sam’s room. King Size Bed for when his significant other comes over. Desk for his laptop. 1 Closet for Jackets and 1 for dress shirts. 1 drawer for other clothes. Nightstand with lamp on both ends of bed. Nightstand for the other person.

Across the hallway is Dean and Castiel’s room. 1 King size bed that they share. 2 nightstands and lamps. 3 closets, one for jackets, one for dress shirts, one for flannel and leather. 2 drawers, one for each. 1 radio so they can listen to rock music before bed. 1 desk for laptops.

There is a bathroom attached to Dean and Cas’s room. 1 shower, 2 sinks, 1 toilet, 1 closet for towels.

Next to their room and across the hall from the closet, another bathroom. This one for Sam, Jack, and others. 1 bathtub/shower, 1 toilet, 2 sinks, closet for toilet paper and supplies for guests.

Next to the bathroom is the guest room. 1 king size bed, 2 nightstands with lamps, 1 dresser, 1 closet, and a wall mirror.

In the dining room are stairs to the basement. This is where they keep everything supernatural. Also beer. Lots and lots of Beer. Holiday decorations and Special dishes can also be found in the back of the basement. 3 bookshelves full of Supernatural books that the boys collaborated on writing together.

Outside is a dog house for miracle, a small fire pit, 4 chairs that can recline, and a small garden that Cas teaches Jack how to tend to in his spare time.

Next to the laundry room is the door to the Garage. This is Dean’s Man cave. It holds the Impala, 2 bookshelves full of mechanic books, 2 chests full of tools, a small fridge with beer and left over burgers from road trips. A small box full of you-know-what that he keeps hidden from Jack. A desk where he writes down everything he knows so that future generations can take care of his baby.

Front yard has a few plants that Jack tends to and a driveway that holds Sam’s car and Castiel’s Truck.

My AU Headcanon for this house:

Cas knows how to take care of plants naturally, so he teaches Jack how to.

He also teaches Jack different languages, wanting him to be prepared for anything.

Sam is a part time lawyer, part time hunter who only goes out as backup for new hunters.

Sam teaches Jack basic school stuff, like history, reading, and math.

Dean teaches Jack Mechanics and Writing.

Dean makes money as a part time mechanic, part time author who has published 3 best selling books so far.

Dean also helps out friends who need a hand with a hunt.

Jack is homeschooled, and spends most of his time either learning different things with his parents and uncle, or he's playing in the backyard with Miracle.

Jack hangs out with other hunter’s children, and develops a crush on one of them.

Cas has a Youtube channel where he talks about the true story of the world, and updates the world about Destiel things. He also makes videos about the enochian language and how to write/read it.

Sam has had an off and on romantic relationship with both Gabriel and Eileen. For some strange reason, he finds himself loving both of them equally. (Don’t fight me please.)

Rowena, Crowley, Garth, and Bobby come by to visit every once in a while.

Crowley lives with Bobby and they are getting to the kinda sorta friends stage of their relationship.

Garth brings his kids when he comes over, which both Jack and Miracle love.

Rowena teaches Sam bits and pieces of magic whenever she comes to visit, and always seems to leave a spellbook on his desk whenever she leaves.

Dean cooks almost all the meals, except when Eileen comes over. Then he lets her make the food because she almost always makes pie.

Dean is forced to eat a bit healthier, but still enjoys eating his burgers and meat.

They read books while in the living room, but watch TV while in Family room.

Cas teaches Jack how to play the piano. Jacks gotten really good at it, and plays music for them alot

There are sigils hidden all over the house, ass well as salt lines under the floors.

Thats all, thanks for reading!

#spn headcanon #supernatural #destiel #sabriel #homelife #please dont hate me #jack kline #sam and dean #Winchesters #Family

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handy-dandy-monster-candy · 4 years ago

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Magnolio, part Two

Rating: SFW Length: 1840 Pairing: Cursed Male Werewolf x GN Reader

The second half of my commission for my dearest Ana.

xxx

When you wake up the next morning, it’s with a headache borne of too little sleep. You groan and drag yourself out of bed, shambling to the bathroom and going through your morning routines. You’re halfway through brushing your teeth when you hear singing coming from inside your house, and you nearly have a heart attack before you remember your strange experiences the night before. Was that not just a dream?

You peer out of your bathroom with your toothbrush in hand, then creep out into the hallway and decide to investigate in the direction the sounds are coming from. As you get closer, you hear what sounds like someone cooking breakfast, though they’re nowhere near your kitchen. Instead, they’re coming from the sofa in front of the tv, where you’d placed the mirror the night before and set the tv onto the Discovery channel. When you come around the sofa to stand in front of it, you see Magnolio cooking over a rustic wood stove in his mirror world, shimmying a cast iron pan over the fire and singing in what you can only assume is Italian as he works.

“Good morning,” you say after a moment, sitting on the coffee table in front of the tv.

Magnolio startles but recovers quickly, beaming at you from his kitchen and carefully plating up what looks like a hefty serving of thick-cut bacon. “Buongiorno!” he calls back, bringing his plate of food over to where his mirror rests—his dining table, from the looks of it. “Did you sleep well?”

“Not really,” you reply, putting your toothbrush in your mouth and getting up to take his mirror to the kitchen. “I was awake pretty late last night talking to you. I thought it was a dream, but I guess you’re as real as it gets.”

“I’m afraid so,” Magnolio replies with a sigh, sitting down with a roll of crusty bread and breaking it open. He watches you curiously as you brush your teeth at the kitchen sink, then follows you with his eyes as you bustle around getting food together to eat. “What’s that?” “Cereal,” you say, pouring milk into your bowl and sitting at the counter to eat.

“Is that all you’re eating?” Magnolio asks, frowning at you over his plate of meat and eggs. You wave your spoon at him as though gesturing grandly with a royal sceptre. “Depression fare, my glassy friend.”

Magnolio looks stricken. “There’s a recession?”

“What? No. I’m depressed,” you say, crossing your legs beneath yourself on the counter. “My brain doesn’t produce the right chemicals to keep me happy and capable of things like, y’know, cooking and shit. The most I do is use the microwave to heat up burritos.”

“That won’t do,” Magnolio murmurs, frown returning in full before his face clears into a smile. “Once I’m free, I will cook for you. My ancestors would come back to haunt me if I left someone hungry.”

“You don’t have to,” you reply, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. “I know how to cook, I just… don’t.”

“All the more reason for me to do it for you. It costs me nothing at all. I would be happy to do it for the rest of my life, if it made your life better.”

“Well, thanks, I guess,” you mutter, keeping your eyes on your cereal so you don’t have to look up into Magnolio’s sunny brown eyes. This is so weird.

You leave Magnolio in front of the tv again when you head off to work, but you find it hard to focus once you’re there. Even coffee doesn’t seem to help you as much as it usually does, and as you do inventory, you can’t help but wonder if the man is doing alright with nothing but re-runs of Deadliest Catch for company. You have to admit that it’s nice to have something to look forward to at the end of the day, and catching up with Magnolio becomes that for you. You begin putting together playlists of documentaries after he decides he prefers the History channel, and you listen to him babble about what he learned that day as you go about your chores at home, smiling to yourself as you play video games with him beside you. He tells you stories from Sicily and Austria and France, and he even begins to teach you Italian when you ask him to—a request which delights him.

You look into therapists and consider medication after Magnolio initiates a long talk over your dinner of cold nachos and root beer for the second night in a row. You know you haven’t been taking care of yourself, and you tell yourself that you don’t care, until Magnolio looks at you with tears in his eyes and a plea on his lips. You sit together and create a grocery list of healthy foods for you to buy on your next shopping trip, and you hesitantly begin to try new recipes with Magnolio’s enthusiastic support—nothing too wild, but good enough that you start to feel better about what you’re putting into your body.

The days and nights go by in a blur of constant chatter between the two of you, from early in the morning until late into the night. You never thought yourself much of a talker, but you never seem to run out of things to talk about with Magnolio, and he’s always happy to speak with you even when you both would be better off getting rest. Eventually, the day of the full moon rolls around, and when you put your keys on the hook by the door after a stressful day at work, you find that you want nothing more than to see Magnolio’s face. You can hear the tv droning on in the living room, but you don’t hear Magnolio’s usual cheerful greeting when you close the door behind you.

The mirror is empty.

“Magnolio?” you call, confusion giving way to concern when there’s no response. “Maggie? Where are you? Answer me, please.”

You hear what sounds like the whine of a dog, and you’re confused all over again until a dark shape appears in the mirror. Staring back at you is the face of a wolf, but stranger—more angular in places and rounder in others. It’s also huge, taking up a good portion of the bottom of the mirror from where it’s peering at you as if you might slap it right on the snout at any moment.

You blink. Rub your eyes. Blink again, then plop down on the coffee table in front of the mirror with a rattle of the glass on wood beneath you. “You’re a fucking werewolf?”

“I didn’t want to tell you,” Magnolio moans, his voice laced with that canine whine that tugs at your heartstrings. “I thought you would get rid of me if you knew.”

“You trusted me with ‘man in the mirror’ but not ‘werewolf’?” you waspishly reply, struggling to keep your temper out of your tone.

“You never asked why the villagers wanted me dead,” Magnolio points out, ears drooping down and back. “I was going to tell you tonight, but you came home later than usual.”

“There was overtime at work—fuck, who cares about that, you’re a werewolf. How am I supposed to get you out of the mirror now?”

Magnolio’s ears flicker back up. “You still want to free me from the mirror?”

“Well, yeah, unless you plan on eating me.”

Down again, this time flat against his head as his amber eyes narrowed. “I would never! Humans taste ghastly, let alone the weight on my conscience.”

You snort. “Oh, the weight on your conscience. Nice to know I don’t look like a pork chop.”

“Oh! Did you know? I learned today, humans are referred to as ‘long pork’ among cannibals, because they allegedly taste like—“

“Don’t finish that sentence. I’m still supposed to kiss that mouth.”

Magnolio fidgets in place, clawed hands coming up to groom the dense fur at his neck in a way that you can only assume is self-soothing. “You would still have to do it under the light of the moon.”

You purse your lips at this predicament, getting up to take him with you into the kitchen. You ponder as you pull a container of leftovers out of your freezer, tossing it into the microwave and pacing in your kitchen. “There’s the window in the living room, but I don’t trust that someone won’t just straight up walk in on me making out with a werewolf and call the cops.”

“What is ‘making out’?”

“Not important. The only other window that can get good moonlight is upstairs in my bedroom. We’ll have to do it there.”

“I’ve never been in your bedroom,” Magnolio comments thoughtfully, finding his pendant in the ruff of his neck and toying with it between two fingertips. “Yeah, well, prepare to be underwhelmed,” you mutter, shrugging out of your uniform jacket and tossing it over the back of the nearest chair. Once the microwave beeps, you try to take your time eating, prolonging the inevitable as your nerves fray. It all seems so sudden, now, though you know you’ve had weeks to prepare. Once you’re done, you do the dishes and then haul Magnolio upstairs into your bedroom, where you prop him up against your dresser.

Magnolio looks around curiously, taking in the rumpled sheets on your bed, the clothing on your “floordrobe”, the cups on your nightstand. “It’s bigger than I thought it would be,” is all that he murmurs, and for that, you’re grateful.

“Second only to the living room,” you say, sighing softly and frowning when you catch a whiff of your breath. You stand up and hurry out of your bedroom, barely hearing Magnolio call out behind you.

“Where are you going?”

“To brush my teeth!” you shout back, turning on your bathroom faucet. “My breath smells like calamari!”

Magnolio’s laughter brings a smile to your face. You brush your teeth twice and dig out some mouthwash for good measure, and only then do you return to your bedroom to kneel in front of Magnolio’s mirror. Moonlight makes the silver decorations gleam as you look into each others’ eyes, and when you lean in, Magnolio moves to meet your lips. You feel a tingle and a snap as though zapped by a static shock, and in the next moment, you have your arms full of a very big werewolf.

“I’m out!” gasps Magnolio, touching the floor of your bedroom with something approaching reverence as his tail wiggles behind him.

“You’re out!” you laugh, helplessly cupping his big, furry face in your hands. “Welcome back, Mags.”

Magnolio beams, baring all of his sharp teeth before he presses his lips to yours again. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” he says when he draws away, tail stilling. “You probably don’t feel the same way. I shouldn’t have—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you tell him, and kiss him until his tail beats against the floor.

#exophilia #exophilia fic #monster romance #monster boyfriend #werewolf boyfriend #werewolf #werewolves #Magnolio #My work

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mirukostallbabygirl · 4 years ago

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Finally seeing each other after the pandemic ends Hcs (Gn!Reader)

So basically I got really fucking sad

So here’s this

Contents: (quirkless au) fluff, semi-angst buildup but happy end, blood? (but it’s a nose bleed), daddy kink (bakugo)

Characters: Hawks, Denki, Sero, Miruko, Bakugo

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

He was nervous waiting at the airport

The two of you started dating on campus, but you had to go back home when cases started ramping up

He just stayed in the dorms because he had nowhere else to go, and there were a few other students that did the same

But your parent(s) demanded that you come home to stay safe

You think it was just an excuse to get you to be their “little kid” again

So you hadn’t seen eachother since it started, and it was getting to the both of you

He sat near the top of the many escalators, keeping an eye out for you while trying to scroll through his phone as a distraction

It wasn’t working

He missed you so much

FaceTiming and texting were nice, but they didn’t replace the time he had with you while you were there with him

You’d walk to classes and go get coffee, getting the cheapest stuff that they had so that you could afford dinner on the days where there were food trucks down the street

The time he spent with you was electrifying, and a year away from it was incredibly hard

There were even times where he thought that you would want to stop

It was like doing long distance, and he knew how a lot of relationships didn’t make it through that

But whenever he started freaking out, it seemed like you knew, and texted him about some silly thing your family dog did, or fuming about your parent(s)

But what if you decided it really was too much? What if you wanted to stay back? What if you got another flight to avoid him? What if...

... he was overthinking

You had texted him a picture of your plane ticket with a bunch of kissy face emojis and “I’m so excited”

His mind wouldn’t stop though

He glanced up at the escalators for the seemingly hundredth time

He took in the sight of people flooding in and turned back

Wait— people flooding in— that means you

His head whipped back faster than he thought possible

And there you were, pulling your earbuds out of your ears and scanning the room for messy blond hair

You two made eye contact for a second before bolting towards eachother, skidding across the white tile floor to get there

You met it an explosive hug, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his around your waist, pulling your legs up around his hips

You could feel a wet spot forming on your shoulder where he had nuzzled in, and you were sure you were crying as well

You missed him so much

You pulled slightly away after a moment to look at him, take in his features after only ever seeing them through a screen for so long

His voice was wobbly as he choked out “hey, baby bird,”

You smiled, tears were streaming down your face in buckets by now, and managed out a small “hey”

You grabbed his face and smashed his lips against your own

It was ugly, and not the best kiss, but you were there together after so long and that’s what mattered most

Denki Kaminari

He checked the address on his phone nervously as he waited at the bus stop

You were going to meet him at a Ramen restaurant that you had found online

He was nervous as he boarded the train-- you two had dated for a while before the world ended, and you had a flow to the relationship

But it had been so long, would it be like your first date all over again? would it be the same? He didn’t know and he was nervous to find out

He didn’t know that you were gnawing at your lip as you walked down the street to get to the restaurant

A feeling beyond butterflies stirred in your stomach, nerves and adrenaline, and the need to see him

you were so excited you felt like you would die, but at the same time questions lingered in the back of your mind

you had stayed in contact, and he responded quickly to your messages, and you had scheduled a date literally minutes after the cases being low enough to return to normal was aired on TV

But that never stopped the nerves of meeting someone you care so deeply about after so long

You felt your phone buzz in your hand, his name lighting up your phone screen and sending electricity down your spine

it read I'm almost there :)

you were almost there, too

it was just around the corner, and you had run past it on your jog this morning after the weird feeling of needing to know it existed nagged you, even though you had seen it a million times while walking down the street

You turned the corner just as he did and...

Promptly smashed your noses together

he wailed and you groaned, each of you lifting a hand up to grip your respective noses

But your ears perked up when you heard his voice

you opened your eyes wide to see he’d done the same, looking back at you with disbelief

he let out a small “y/n?”

your hand dropped down (after you were pretty sure it wasn’t hurt, but it felt like it needed ice) to get a better look at him

his eyebrows were high, eyes wide, and mouth agape as he took you in

you gingerly moved towards him, making sure to lean your head and angle your face away as you moved forwards

and then gently wrapped your arms around him, features soft as you put your head on his shoulder

soon his arms wrapped around you, and you both sighed, chuckling that this was your first meeting after being away for so long

you pulled away and gestured toward his nose “You okay?” a small trickle of blood dripped down and he lifted a hand up to his nose

“I swear this nose bleed is seasonal, it’s not your fault,” he laughed out as he leaned forward to not get blood on his clothes, “it is a bit of a problem, though.”

you nodded and grabbed his hand, crossing the street to a CVS pharmacy

you hurried though aisles before finally making it to the bathroom, thanking whatever power there be that it wasn’t locked

He grabbed a handful of paper towels as you went to go buy a box of tissues that wouldn’t be so abrasive on his nose

when your returned, he was nearing the end of it, and the tissues absorbed the last of it

he looked at you and blushed, “Ah I’m sorry, our first date back and I got a nose bleed and we ended up at a CVS.”

You just shook your head and pressed your lips against his, it was short but filled with the like (dare you say love) that you had pent up over your time apart

When you pulled away you teased “You might wanna wash your face there, bud. That kiss was a little iron-y”

Hanta Sero

It was almost cruel how you ended up alone in the pandemic

he had just moved into your apartment, and had to go away on a business trip to Spain

You two had joked around about it-- him being able to take a trip to suck a romantic place, without you

he was supposed to be gone 2 weeks

at the end of week 1, the world went into a total shutdown

he was stuck in Spain, and you were stuck at home, alone

You kept in contact obviously, it had been years that you had been dating, but it was the most strain you two had ever been under

He felt bad keeping a secret from you but he felt like he had to-- besides, it would be great for you in the end

so he lied and said that he couldn’t call that night because he had a meeting, avoiding the subject the you said you could call earlier or later

What’s the fun in telling you that he couldn’t call was because he had gotten a plane ticket back home?

So he was sitting nervously in a plane seat, hoping you wouldn’t be upset

Meanwhile, you were moping, convinced you had finally bored him, he was going to start pushing you away

so you microwaved a TV dinner and flipped on the cooking channel, acknowledging how sad it was that you were eating mushy food that was still cold in the middle while watching top chefs create fabulous dishes

An array of shows came on, all of them reruns from before when they could actually be on set

A show came on that you found particularly infuriating, and you sighed as you watched an inexperienced chef nearly burn down the kitchen by putting water on a grease fire

You didn't know why you enjoyed the show so much given how much the contestants bothered you, but you watched it nonetheless

A particularly idiotic chef burned his fish to the point of no return and you were screaming out insults

“Dude, how old are you,” you accused, “you should at least know how to do this.”

“Hmm, I’d say around 38.” you heard a voice speak from behind you

your head whipped around so fast you were scare you would get whiplash

“W-why are you here?” you asked, too stunned to believe your eyes

“Wow, you sound so excited” he let out a chuckle, nervous now at your response

“what? oh-- no no no...” you rambled out, scrambling up to crawl over the back of the couch

he relaxed once you wrapped your arms firmly around his waist, your knees digging into the cack of the couch and ass sticking out in the air as you gripped him to make sure he was real

He grabbed onto your wrists to place them on his shoulders, then grabbed your hips to pull you off the couch to wrap around his waist

you hadn’t noticed you were crying until you got choked up when trying to say “I missed you”

“I missed you too” he managed, voce cracking in emotion, as well

you slid the palms he placed on his shoulders around his neck, pulling him closer to press your lips against his

You started gentle, but the need and excitement sped the two of you up

slow lips turned into clashing teeth, and gentle hands on your waist turned into groping

he pulled away for a second to sigh out “I’m so glad you aren’t mad”

And all you did in response was pull him closer

Rumi Usagiyama (Miruko)

Rumi was a big deal

She’s famous for a lot of reasons-- but one of the many was how many generous donations she had made towards finding a cure for Covid-19

You two had been dating for a while, so much so that you had talked about moving in together

the only reason you didn’t was because she didn’t want to thrust you into the spotlight

But when you couldn’t even see each other, you so wished that you would’ve fought her on that a bit more, gotten her to let you, convinced her that you were ready

but you hadn’t seen her in so long, and she was so busy, and even after the vaccine was administered to all of the population, you hadn’t set up a plan to meet

so you sat in a bar, glaring down at your second rum and coke of the evening-- you felt like shit

Bars had stopped running during the pandemic, and the screens that used to play sports obnoxiously loud now play the news, the fucking news

You were seriously concerned about the world

But that was the only distraction you had, so you watched the headlines fly by, a fire was extinguished off of the highway, mountain climbing was the new “hottest pace to be this year”, and some TV show host made an apology for an inappropriate joke

then you saw the face of your... girlfriend? could you call it that? you still talked but she didn’t seem like she wanted to see you

but you saw Rumi in the street outside of a bar downtown

Wait... you were in a bar... downtown... and Rumi was passing by the window to your left

You shot up, mind not fully working as you sprinted out the door

“RUMI?!” You screamed a little too loud

She perked up at your voice, turning around and cringing as she saw the fleet of cameras coming to harass her getting nearer

So she grabbed your arm and dragged you further down the street, deeper down until she made it to the destination she had been going to

You hadn’t realized that the bar you were at was so close to her office (ok, you did know that, but you didn’t want to admit that you had hoped this would happen)

She continued pulling you up the stairs, and your drunken giggles echoed through the empty staircase

Finally making it past her door, she pushed you against the wall and kissed you— hard

There was no preparation, she just pushed your mouth open, forcing her toungue out to lick at your bootom lip, moving in slightly before pulling out, moving in a cycle of this

Her hands gripped at the sides of your face keeping you close to her

You submit to her, only breaking away when she wouldn’t let you breathe for too long

She pulled away finally, a faintly noticeable blush on her face as she stepped away

Leaving you drunk in many ways— not just on alcohol

You were dazed from such sudden passion after going so long without it

You decided you would fight for more of that from now on

“Uhm.. well, I missed you” she mumbled out, feeling stupid now for assuming you shared her desire earlier

You moved over to sit in one of the chairs in front of her desk “you don’t even know how much I missed you” you stuttered out

Her shoulders relaxed and the fake grin she had on turned into a real one

“That was too long without you” she continued “I thought I was going to lose my mind, and I’m sorry I didn’t arrange to meet up sooner I’ve just been so busy but now I promise I’ll make time for you but it’s been really hard going bac—“

You cut off her rambling by pressing a quick kiss to her lips

“You know how you can make it better?” Your words were still slurred from earlier and they were quiet, but you knew she could hear you

She mumbled out a meek “what” before you were whispering in her ear

“Let me move in with you”

“I would love that”

Katsuki Bakugo

(Lol ok so ik this isn’t about his parents— but this was too funny to not use it, so here’s bakugo truly taking after his mother)

he had been making you call him daddy ever since you did it as a joke on FaceTime

At the start, he just said that you should do it for fun

But he grew more confident as time went on, and he had started making you beg “daddy” for things

And you didn’t hate it

But what you knew would be bad is if either of you let it slip in front of your parent(s) who insisted on tagging along with you to the station

You had decided to meet at the train station that was about 30 minutes from where both of you sheltered for the lockdown— he was taking the bus down from the north and you were driving with your parents up from the south

You got there and immidiately started scanning for your impulsive boyfriend

You had a plan to get to him before your parents could

So that you could reinforce what you had stressed over text many times— don’t. Say. Daddy.

Then you saw spiky blond hair sticking out of the crowd and started running

Hoping your parents would see it as you excuse let running towards him rather than out of the need to get to him in time

He turned to you as the crowd parted to let you jog towards him

He smiled and pulled you close, pressing your lips together when you got close enough

But he frowned when you seemed preoccupied and pulled away quickly

“Okay, I love you, but I’m serious about the daddy thing” you whispered daddy, you weren’t usually ashamed of it but it felt weird with all of the people that could overhear

“What are you shy” he cocked an eyebrow, moving to pull you close again

But you insisted “seriously, they’ll whoop my ass if they hear it— a they think I’m still a little kid”

“Oh no. Only I’m allowed to hit that pretty little ass of y-“

You shoved your hand over his mouth hissing out his name, giving him one last death glare before your parents catched up

“Hello there” he greeted them politely

You were incredibly relieved that he seemed perfectly normal and that his usual temper wasn’t coming through

Your parents had met bakugo before, but this was a whole new level of stressful as both your first time seeing him after so long, as well as the first time since your new dynamic came into play

But the exchange went well, and your parents were waiting on the platform as the two of you boarded and the t turned away

He waited until you were settled in the train to tap you on the ass, and slide his hand in your back pocket, muttering how much you were blushing into your ear

#🖌.headcannons #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #denki x reader #denki kaminari x reader #sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #miruko x reader #rumi usagiyama x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #fluff #tw: daddy kink #tw: blood #I meant to post this two days ago whoops

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its-an-obsession · 4 years ago

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Someone New

The 100 Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Summary: You and Bellamy broke up about a year ago. It tore both of you apart, but you knew it was for the best. You still hung out with Octavia while desperately trying to avoid Bellamy. Octavia had told you he had found someone new. It took everything in you to not seem jealous about his newfound love. By what Octavia had told you, Layla seemed different and sort of toxic. You had kept your feelings hidden about this person in Bellamy’s new life. Unfortunately, Octavia had forced you to attend a party that Layla and Bellamy were hosting. Let’s just say things were awkward.

Notes:

Long Imagine

Love -> the nickname Bellamy calls you

Writing Prompts:

“Do you regret it? What we had?”

Bellamy Blake x-reader

I sat on the couch of my empty apartment while I watched some TV. The beep of the microwave interrupted my TV watching. I cheered to myself as I hopped up from the couch. I grabbed a paper plate, taking the hot pocket out from the microwave. “Hot, hot, hot, that’s hot,” I said, dropping the food onto the plate. I grabbed a glass and poured myself a some water. I rushed over to the couch, sitting down to watch The Bachelor. I went to take a bite of the hot pocket, but remembered how hot it was. Roscoe slept peacefully beside me, I smiled and pet the top of his head. Before I could take another bite of the hot pocket, a knock sounded from the front door.

I sighed in frustration and set the plate down on the counter. The knocking continued as I put my plate down. “Alright! Hold on!” I yelled. I rushed to the door and opened it. My best friend stood on the other side of the door. “Octavia....” I trailed, “Hey, what-what are you doing here?” She peered over my shoulder and raised her eyebrows. “The Bachelor?” she said, crossing her arms. “Hey, it’s good,” I claimed. Octavia sighed, pushing me aside. “That’s fine, walk in,” I mumbled and closed the door.

“Really? Hot pockets?” Octavia said, opening the trashcan. “They’re good!” I claimed, “Especially the pepperoni ones!” She sighed and rolled her eyes. Roscoe hopped off the couch and ran over to Octavia. She smiled, petting my dogs head.

I sighed and wiped down the counter with a damp paper towel, then threw it into the trash can. “You live in a literal pig sty,” she commented as she threw another frozen food box in the trash can. “Thank you,” I said, sarcastically. She scoffed and rolled her eyes again. I walked over to the living room, turning the TV off.

"I’m surprised that you haven’t asked how Bellamy and Layla are doing?” said Octavia, pouring a glass of whiskey. “Straight whiskey, really?” I said, raising my eyebrows. She laughed and sat down beside me. “How are you and Lincoln?” I questioned, taking the glass from her. “It’s going great,” she replied, smiling. I smiled to myself while nodding.

My thoughts immediately went to what Bellamy and I had before the break up. I remember going out on dates, having fun, and just enjoying each others company.

*Flashback*

(Third Person View)

The fire waved back and forth as Bellamy and Y/N sat in front of it, a blanket draped over their arms as the wind blew. They listened to the buzz of the fireflies in the distance. They were spending the weekend with Octavia and Lincoln at a cottage they rented every year during the holidays. Bellamy loved watching Y/N’s face light up as the first sheet of snow laid on the fields in front of the home hidden in the meadows.

He loved how she still acted like a child for the smallest things, how she would dance in the snow and begged him to join her. Bellamy adored the little things that Y/N thought were flaws about herself. He loved how she’d wave her arms around when she was passionate about something, or how she would treat Octavia like a sister, and how Y/N would dance with her dog when their favorite song came on.

Bellamy glanced at his love that sat beside him, holding a cup of hot chocolate in the other hand. Y/N continued to stare at the fire ahead of them. “What?” she inquired, not looking up. Bellamy grinned as she glanced away from the fire pit. “What?” she repeated, laughing. “I love you,” he said, smiling. Y/N smiled as well, shrugging her shoulders. She leaned forward and pecked his lips then turned her head back to the view in front of them. Bellamy kept his eyes on her, taking in every beautiful imperfection.

*End of flashback*

(Y/N’s Point of View)

“Hey, you alright?” Octavia said, nudging my shoulder. I turned to her once I realized I blanked. “Oh, yeah,” I responded and cleared my throat. “You sure?” she inquired, setting a hand on my arm. “Yeah,” I claimed and nodded my head. “What are you doing Saturday night?” she questioned. “Same old, same old,” I replied, “Eat frozen dinners from Trader Joes, face timing my mom. Oh and maybe try out that new Chinese restaurant that opened up down the street. I might try and see how Janise is doing at the flower-”

“No, no stop,” Octavia interrupted, “You are not doing that.”

“What? Why?”

“Because its sad,” she stood up from the couch, “All you’ve been doing since the breakup is just sit around, eating hot jackets, and....and...”

“It’s hot pockets, not whatever you called them,” I interrupted. She scoffed and brought me up from the couch, holding my shoulders. “You need to get out there,” she continued, “You can’t just sit around and not do stuff.” I sighed and looked around. “I do stuff,” I claimed. “Going to work at the News station does not count,” she said. “I think it does,” I replied, putting up a finger. She sighed and let go of me. Octavia walked over and picked up her purse along with her jacket on the coat rack.

“I’ll pick you up at eight," she said, walking backwards.

“I never said yes!”

“You know I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer,” she said, shutting the door. “Dammit,” I mumbled and looked down. Roscoe sat in front of me and tilted his head. “I know, I know,” I sighed, “I’m losing my mind, aren’t I?” Roscoe barked and backed up. “I didn’t say you had to respond,” I said, plopping down on the couch.

_________

(Saturday night)

I looked in the mirror, trying to decide what to wear. I held up a pair of black leggings and a white t-shirt along with a black t-shirt dress. I sighed in frustration, throwing the clothes on the un-made bed. “Fuck it,” I muttered, grabbing the jeans and t-shirt. I slipped on the clothes and rushed to the kitchen. I grabbed a can of Pepsi, taking a sip of the soda. I looked at the time on the clock and saw that Octavia, Clarke and Raven should be here in about twenty minutes.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I furrowed my eyebrows and walked over to it. I opened the door, finding the girls standing there with a bag. “Your early,” I said, sighing. Raven gave me a pat on the shoulder while Clarke gave me a big hug. “Figured we should get here early,” Clarke said. I shut my door as the three of them walked in. “Because you are not wearing that,” Clarke said, pointing at my outfit.

“What’s wrong with this?” I said, annoyed.

“Jeans and a t-shirt?” Octavia raised an eyebrow, “My brother has a bitch of a girlfriend, you’re coming to impress not scare the boys away.” I raised my eyebrows at her statement. “Wait! What did you get me into?” I said, half yelling. “Layla and Bellamy are throwing a party for moving in together,” Raven said.

“They moved in together!” I yelled, voice cracking.

“Well it was more like Layla forced him to,” Clarke said, playing with the hem of her navy blue dress. “You said we were just going to your house,” I said, looking at Octavia. “She lied,” Raven joined in, pointing to O. Octavia glanced at Raven and glared. “Come on, let’s get dressed,” Octavia said as she pulled me to my room. She threw me a red floral dress, black leather jacket, and a red lace bralette along with a pair of black heels. I decided not to argue with her anymore than I already had. I lazily slipped on the clothes, put on some mascara, and a little bit of eyeliner. I put my hair into a pony tail, not really caring about my hair.

I walked out of my room to find my three best friends sitting in the living room. “Look at you!” Clarke whistled, hopping off of the couch. “I can’t wear this,” I said, tugging at the dress. “This is way to short,” I added and crossed my arms. The three of them scoffed and walked towards me.

“You look great,” Raven said, “If I wasn’t straight, I’d definitely date you.”

“Wow, thank you,” I said, “Wait, what about Roscoe? Someone has to stay with him.” The three girls rolled their eyes, laughing. “Which is why we took care of that,” Raven said and opened the door to reveal Clarke’s mom standing on the other side. “Hello,” she said, smiling. “Ms. Griffin, hey!” I said and waved. She stepped in, Roscoe ran over to her. “I’ll take good care of him,” Abby claimed, “Don’t worry girls! Go have fun!” Before I could respond, my three friends pushed me forward.

We arrived at a big house, a ton of cars were parked out front. Fairy lights aligned either side of the driveway. Animal shaped bushes were scattered across the yard. I furrowed my eyebrows at the sight of the lawn. “Yeah...” Raven trailed, “Layla picked that out.”

“I knew Layla was fancy, but is this really necessary?” I said as I glanced at my friends. They shrugged, Octavia put a hand on my shoulder and led me forward. We could hear the loud music from outside of the house, luckily there weren’t a ton of houses on the street. Clarke knocked on the door while her arm still linked with mine. Jasper opened the door with a wide smile. “Oh look! Its Y/N!” Jasper cheered. He held a full red solo cup in the other hand.

“Hey, Jasper,” I said, waving.

“Come on in,” Jasper said as he motioned us to step in. I saw some people I knew along with some people I didn’t. I felt butterflies begin to rise as we stood there, my hands started to become clammy with nerves. “It’ll be fine,” Clarke whispered to me, noticing my worry state. Raven broke from the group and found Murphy and Harper, starting a conversation with them. Clarke found Monty and Jasper and joined them where the music played. I glanced at Octavia and shook my head. “You better not leave me,” I said. She threw an arm around my shoulder, walking me forward.

“Don’t worry,” she sighed, “I wouldn’t leave my child.” I narrowed my eyes and gave her a sarcastic smile. “Let’s go get a drink in you,” Octavia said. I nodded and followed her to the kitchen. Some party members conversed in the kitchen while sipping some punch. Octavia grabbed a glass and poured some of the drink in. She handed it to me once she saw Lincoln walking towards us.

“Y/N, hey!” Lincoln greeted, throwing an arm around Octavia’s shoulder. “Hey,” he said to his girlfriend, he kissed her on the forehead. I glanced around the room and watched everyone dance carelessly. “You looking for the hosts?” Lincoln asked, hitting my shoulder. “What?” I said and turned to them, “Pft, no. I was-I was not looking for them.” The two of them laughed and took sips of their drinks.

“Wanna dance?” Lincoln asked O.

“I promised...”

“It’s okay,” I interjected, “I’ll be fine on my own.” She gave me a kind smile while walking with Lincoln. Her boyfriend patted me on the shoulder as they stepped away. I sighed and looked down at my drink, taking a sip. I recoiled from the awful taste of alcohol. “You never did like alcohol, did you?” a voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw Bellamy standing behind me. “Bell-” I stopped myself from the nickname, I cleared my throat. “H-Hey,” I continued, “How’s it going?” He shrugged and looked at the crowd.

“Alright,” he replied. “You?” he asked.

“Oh! Oh, it’s awesome,” I lied, “You know, partying every night, hanging out at the office, it’s-it’s amazing.” He let out a small laugh, taking a sip of his drink.

“So...” I trailed, “Where’s Layla?”

“Oh, she’s upstairs. You know, she’s always gotta make a big entrance.”

“Cause you know, everything is a pageant show,” I said, “I mean that in the nicest way possible.” He nodded his head and set his glass down. “You sure your okay?” Bellamy asked, “You have this look on your face, telling me you’re not.” I shrugged and set my glass down as well. “I’m fine, really,” I said. There was an awkward pause between us, we looked out at the crowd. I knew I had to break that silence at some point, I knew I had to tell him how I actually felt.

“You know...” I trailed and sighed, “I’m not that great.” I glanced at his expression and noticed his face soften for a split second, but stopped once Layla walked down the stairs. She wore a long gold dress that trailed behind her. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Bellamy noticed my reaction, but decided to not respond to it. “Hello!” Layla called, “Thank you so much for coming.” She glanced at me and gave me a sarcastic smile. “Bellyboo!” she called, “where are you?”

“Duty calls,” Bellamy said, handing me his glass. I gave him an awkward smile and watched him walk away. I saw my friends look at me with sadness as I stared at someone that I loved, well still love. “Bellamy and I are so happy that you all came to celebrate the wonderful thing that happened,” Layla said, “It is amazing that we finally agreed moved in together, we’ve been waiting for so long.”

“More like forced,” I mumbled, only for me to hear. “Please,” Layla said, “Enjoy the party and the refreshments in the kitchen.” Layla saw me looking at Bellamy and her. She smiled in a evil tone, then caught Bellamy off guard by kissing him passionately in front of everyone. I felt my heart stop beating for split second, my cup fell in the sink in front of me. Luckily, the music covered the loud shatter the glass made. Layla stopped kissing Bellamy and smiled. She patted him on the cheek and walked away to talk with the guests. I tensed my jaw and grabbed my purse, preparing myself to call an Uber. “Where are you going?” Clarke asked, grabbing my hand.

“I can’t be here right now,” I said, “You saw that whole thing, right? I’m not blind.” Clarke sighed and nodded her head. “She did that on purpose, she knows I still have feelings for him,” I continued, “It’s hard enough that I have to watch her practically smother him while I stand there acting like a fool. I know it’s been two years, but it feels like just yesterday we broke up.” I never noticed that Bellamy had been standing behind me the whole time.

Clarke looked up at him and shook her head. “He’s behind me, isn’t he?” I said, sighing. She slowly nodded and uncrossed her arms. I turned around and gave him an awkward smile. “It was nice seeing you again, but I really should be going,” I walked towards the door before he could protest, but Layla caught me before I left.

“Oh, Love,” Layla called me, “Don’t you want more refreshments?” I tilted my head to the right at the remembrance of that nickname. I looked at her and saw she was holding a tray of drinks. “You know what? I think I do,” I said. Before I let her walk away, I grabbed two cups and spilled the beverage onto her.

She screamed as if I had hurt her, the girl waved her arms around. I heard some of the guests chuckle at the scene. She wiped her hands on her arms as if she could get the liquid off of her gold dress.

“This was $400 dollars!” Layla exclaimed. “Geez,” I commented, “That’s how much I pay in rent.” She grimaced at me, I swung open the door and stormed out of the house and felt the rain hit my skin. I ran my hands through my hair, groaning in frustration.

“Y/N!” Bellamy yelled, “Y/N! What the hell!”

He grabbed my wrist and turned me around, finding me starting to cry. “Do you regret it?” I said, “What we had?” He stared at me speechless. “I don’t need to explain, because I’m sure you’ve heard it all,” I said and turned back around. “I still love you!” Bellamy yelled. I stopped amid the driveway with my back still facing him.

“I still love you and it breaks me everyday I’m with that bitch,” he continued, “When we broke up, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I started coming home drunk every night, not listening to Octavia, ignoring my friends calls, forgetting about you.” I closed my eyes, wiping my tears away. “I never meant to hurt you, I don’t even know why I broke up with you,” Bellamy added. I turned around, not facing him.

“I still love you too,” I said and looked at the house, “Has Octavia told you what I’ve been doing?” He shook his head in response. “It’s-It’s really embarrassing,” I laughed, “All I’ve been eating are frozen meals from Trader Joes, going to the flower shop to see this lady named Janise. Who is very nice by the way. She made me these cookies that were shaped like dogs, they looked like Roscoe. And I...I uh face time my-”

My sentence was cut off by the feeling of Bellamy’s lips on mine, I felt his arms snake around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. I leaned back and rested my hands on either side of Bellamy’s face. “Why’d you do that?” I asked, looking into his eyes. “Because I missed you,” he answered, “I missed waking up to see your face everyday, I missed seeing that beautiful smile every time we hung out, I missed hearing your voice over the phone or just when we were talking. I missed the way you dance around like nobody’s watching.” I laughed as he explained himself. “I missed you too,” I said.

“More than hot pockets?”

“So, Octavia did tell you?”

“Maybe just a little bit.”

I laughed, bringing him in for another kiss as the rain poured on our clothed bodies.

#The 100 #clarke griffin #raven reyes #octavia blake #jasper jordan #monty green #john murphy #lincoln the 100 #abby griffin #bellamy blake #bellamy blake au #bellamy blake imagine #bellamy blake x reader #x-readers #imagines #y/n #fanfiction

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phantom-curve · 3 years ago

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Mads I have to be annoying and send you another one of those prompts 😂 Platonic Alex & Reggie with "liberosis - the desire to care less about things"!

this was not the first prompt you sent in, but I had way too much fun exploring this dynamic and I couldn't resist doing this one before the others! set in the gimme a chance AU, please enjoy this deleted scene that takes place after chapter 4 ft. Alex and Reggie being completely Over It™️

liberosis - the desire to care less about things (Rated T+ for language and some slightly suggestive wording about Luke and Julie's relationship)

“Okay so like, we’re in agreement that this is just a weird thing we’re not gonna talk about, right?”

It was late. Alex had stumbled home from work completely drained and exhausted around 10 pm and Reggie had apparently been waiting up to have this conversation, work clothes still on, fingers restless as they twisted together in front of his body where he sat propped up against the couch, TV turned low and forgotten behind him. For a second, Alex wasn’t exactly sure what Reggie was talking about. And then he remembered it was Sunday. Which meant yesterday had been Saturday. And all of the stupid Luke drama he had been trying to ignore came flooding back.

“No, we’re not gonna talk about it,” Alex said firmly, meeting Reggie’s concerned gaze with a look that he hoped translated into I will literally talk about anything else but this right now. “Total radio silence as far as I’m concerned.”

“Cool, okay. Glad we’re on the same page.”

Reggie’s head dipped and bobbed as he nodded his agreement. Alex let out a sigh of relief as he hunched over to slip his work shoes off and stack them on the rack by the front door. Then, the air seemed to grow thick with some sort of unspoken tension. Alex felt it press against him like an old, uncomfortable sweater, itchy and oppressive against his chest. When he straightened once more, Reggie was waiting to meet his gaze head on. Clearly, they were gonna talk about it.

“I’m not alone in thinking it’s like...kinda weird, right?”

Alex sighed, the action bone deep and heavy in a way that only Luke’s shenanigans could make him feel. Reggie wasn’t wrong. It was kinda weird that Luke had been hiding this whole Julie thing from them. It was kinda weird that Luke had managed to pull it off at all, actually. The boy was not known for his subtlety. He had very clearly struck out with Julie the first time around, and yet somehow, he had managed to draw her back in. Alex could tell by the way Luke had stuttered and stammered over the whole thing the night before that he had been trying to keep it lowkey. As if that boy even knew the meaning of the word. Case in point: he hadn’t been able to play it cool for 5 seconds once she had started ignoring him.

“Yeah, Reg, it’s definitely kinda weird.”

“Oh, good, I’m really glad I’m not the only one who feels that way about it. Ya know, when I first figured it out, I was like, ‘okay maybe it’s just a one-time thing.’ But it’s not a one-time thing. Definitely not. And I just like...don’t understand why he isn’t talking about it? Why is he trying to pretend its no big deal? It’s obviously a big deal.”

Alex desperately wished he could go back in time and take Willie up on his offer to spend the night tonight if only to be able to avoid this uncomfortable word vomit that Reggie didn’t seem capable of stopping. If there was ever a can of worms that didn’t need to be opened, it was this one, focused on Luke’s love life and his interactions with Julie, and what all of that meant in the grand scheme of things. Alex did not have the time or patience to truly get into this right now, he really didn’t. Except Reggie was looking at him so expectantly, as if Alex would reach into his fanny pack and pull out a booklet of answers, and so he also couldn’t just leave the poor guy to obsess alone.

“Okay, so we’re gonna do this, yeah? We’re gonna talk about it? Lemme...lemme just like get some sweats on and make some dinner, okay?”

Reggie let out a deep breath that Alex hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“Yeah. Yeah, whatever you need, Lex.”

Alex didn’t dawdle. This was not a conversation that was going to go away or be dismissed. Reggie needed to talk it out, and honestly, now that he thought about it, Alex kind of did, too. And not to someone like Willie who would grin and say, “can’t stop true love hot dog, gotta let them ride that wave and figure out if they’re gonna sink or swim on their own” and act all blasé about it. He needed to talk about it with someone like Reggie who, just like Alex, was in the unique position of being friends with Flynn and Carrie (which meant knowing just enough about Julie to have an idea of exactly why she would be so appealing to Luke) as well as being one of Luke’s brothers (which meant knowing him better than he knew himself sometimes). Together, they might be able to figure out if the two would be like oil and water or more like fire and gasoline. Reggie was the only person who could have that kind of discussion with him, so yeah, they were doing this.

Alex made quick work of cleaning off in the shower and switching his work clothes for sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. Reggie was still waiting on the couch, staring at the tv but not actually watching whatever was playing out on the 32-inch screen. He had managed to change out of his clothes and into some Star Wars themed pajamas though. Alex skirted around the couch edge so he could press a quick, reassuring hand against Reggie’s scalp as he made his way into the kitchen. Reggie’s eyes moved away from the screen to track his movements. Alex might be the one with anxiety, but Reggie needed more reassurance when it came to things that might end with his family falling apart in one way or another. Alex wasn’t about to let him get so worked up that he convinced himself this would be catalyst that ruined everything.

“Honestly, Reg, what are we even supposed to do here? You know he’s gonna keep seeing her no matter what we say.”

Alex tried to open the conversation gently, eyes fixed on his bowl as it revolved in circles inside the microwave. Reggie didn’t answer at first, not until the beep of Alex’s food being finished rang out in the small apartment. When he did speak, he sounded partly apologetic and partly resigned.

“I don’t know. I know I probably should have said something after last week but...he just seemed so happy. I didn’t wanna mess it up for him. But last night was weird and it didn’t feel good. I’m worried Luke’s on a one-way path to destruction and I don’t know if it’s gonna be because of Julie or because of Flynn.”

Alex tried not to let his face fall into his freshly warmed bowl of pasta as he pulled it from the microwave. He really, really did not want to think about the ways that Flynn would rip Luke to shreds when she found out what had been going on behind her back. He had learned two things about the pint-sized firecracker in the year or so that he had known her: don’t mess with Carrie and don’t mess with Julie. Luke had already kinda fucked up on one of those counts. He wasn’t super thrilled thinking about what her reaction might be when she discovered he had been messing around with the second one, and in a much bigger way, too. He turned to face Reggie, forced himself to soften his own anxiety when he caught sight of the nerves etched out in harsh lines across the bassist’s forehead. Deep breath in, deep breath out just like his therapist had taught him.

“Flynn is gonna react however she’s gonna react. We can’t control that. She’s gonna have Julie’s back no matter what so all we can do is watch out for Luke.”

Reggie was nodding along in agreement, features smoothing out now that there was something of a plan for him to follow. Alex swung himself onto a barstool, bowl in front of him as his mind turned over and over all the millions of ways this thing between Julie and Luke could go south. Reggie moved off of the couch, hesitating for just a moment before he walked over to lean against the island in the kitchen where Alex was doing his best not to spiral.

“I think he likes her. Like...like likes her.”

Reggie’s voice was quiet, like he was sharing some secret he had been sworn to silence over. Alex turned to look at him again, not entirely sure he wanted to believe it.

“Dude, we’re not in middle school. You hook up with people all the time and it never means more than a night of shared passion. Luke can do the same thing.”

The look Reggie leveled his way was nothing short of disbelieving, eyebrows raised so high they had practically disappeared into his hairline. Alex kinda had to hand it to him there. He didn’t really believe Luke actually could pull off a casual relationship, especially not with a girl like Julie who probably set every single one of his musical nerve endings on high alert. Reggie and Luke weren’t the same in that manner. Reggie wanted to give love and receive it in turn without any reservations or worries about the intent behind it. Just two people meeting in a mutually beneficial exchange and then moving on with their lives to find that again with someone else. Luke’s love was deliberate, a commitment. There was no way whatever he was doing was casual.

“Okay, okay. Put the eyebrows away already.”

Reggie’s face relaxed into something less concerned and more exhausted. Alex felt that all the way to the depths of his soul. Generally speaking, Luke was pretty exhausting. And he was even more exhausting when he wasn’t taking care of himself in order to take care of someone else, in this case: Julie. Alex scooped up his bowl of pasta and tucked an arm around Reggie’s shoulders, guiding both of them to the couch. The tv was still playing something Alex couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to, but the low hum of voices in the background made the apartment feel a little less cold and quiet. Alex shoveled a bite of pasta into his mouth, chewing slowly and deliberately before he turned to face Reggie once more.

“Look, we don’t actually have any control over any of this shit. We know how Luke is, and we kinda know what’s up with Julie, but we can’t stop them from interacting or scare them off from each other. As much as it sucks, I think we gotta just ride this one out. And if Luke gets hurt, we’ll be here to patch him up and love him through it.”

Alex blinked in surprise, not actually sure those words had just come out of his mouth. By the way Reggie was studying him, he wasn’t sure the other boy could believe it either. Then, Reggie’s lips curved into a knowing smirk.

“Willie’s been rubbing off on you. All that therapy and go with the flow shit. You’re like a whole new drummer boy.”

Alex guffawed and reached over to shove Reggie playfully, being sure to keep his now empty bowl clear of the scuffle. Reggie ducked around his outstretched arm, sneaking under to poke at Alex’s side in a way that had him twisting and nearly falling off the couch.

“Jeez, Uncle, Uncle! Fuckin hell, man, no need to go straight for the tickle spots.”

Reggie huffed out a laugh, collapsing back into the couch next to Alex. They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the only sound the canned laughter and predictable lines of the tv show.

“Hey, Lex?”

Alex hummed and rolled his head to meet Reggie’s eyes.

“Do you ever wish you just like...didn’t care so much about everything?”

Alex’s laugh echoed above the sound of the tv. He leaned into Reggie’s side, letting the familiar comfort wash over him.

“All the time, Reg. Literally, all the fucking time.”

#I love these two so much #I also gave you a little more backstory on why Flynn hates Luke #look at me building up backstories and details literally who am I??#mads writes #gimme a chance #jatp #julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #reggie peters

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