#I'm trying a new way of doing Joey's hair

[disneyphantomlover]

The Ink Demonth 2022

Theme 2: Price

“Take my hands. And my eyes. I could never animate again without them…. Is this enough?”

This is the Price of Joey wanting to make the Ink Machine do impossible things.

#the ink demonth #bendy and the ink machine #batim joey #joey b. Drew #false protagonists au #Joey bastard drew #ink demonth 2022 #I really like how this came out like damn #I'm trying a new way of doing Joey's hair #its my au and I'll draw if i want to #soleria's art #ironically listening to Devil's Price to drawing this

[nabwastaken]

Behold! The Joey Richter family tree!

it's still sorta a WIP currently because I'm trying to watch more Starcanwrecked stuff to see if I can potentially fit more.

And now.. some.. headcanons and backstory about the family!

McDoon, being the bandit king ( ✌️) had a LOT of bastard children on his travels with Cletus. He slept around and never really stuck around. Before the events of TTO he knocked up a Cratchit, who got pregnant and moved out of the country in shame. There, the Cratchit family was made and when Owen moved back to the US the family was moved there.

Robert Cratchit is short for Bob btw

I imagine Bob, out of desperation, in this timeline would resort to.. extreme measures trying to save Tim. And by extreme I mean summoning an eldritch god.

Suffice to say, it did not end well and now Tinky has a new family hyperfixation.

Owen found out about Tinky through spy shit, on a mission to a little town in Michigan. Tinky saw this British bastard and was like 'descendant of the Cratchits? GIMME' and started tormenting Owen. One of the ways he did this, was taking the form of Owen's boyfriend.

The reason Dan's last name is different from the rest of the Spankoffskis is that he changed it. 'Dan Spankoffski' does not have as nice of a ring to it and he's a public figure. Despite that, he's still relatively active in the family.

Dan is not short for anything. Not Jordan, not Daniel, no. Its just Dan. And he is Danough

Dan and Ted both looked extremely similar growing up and were constantly confused for each other. It didn't help when both of them happened to start growing a mustache at the same time.

OT and Pete have a pact not to ever do anything similar in terms of appearance. Pete grows his hair out? OT will always cut it. OT starts growing a mustache? Pete starts shaving. They really don't wanna end up like their brothers.

OT is older then Pete, being around Lex and Ethan's age.

SPEAKING OF ETHAN he unironically calls Pete, Dan, and Ted uncle. The only one he doesn't is OT, who he constantly bullies and targets for no reason.

Dan and Ted were surprisingly close in their childhoods, and had this sort of understandimg that the other was the only one who got how they felt.

As they grew apart however, Ted secretly started growing jealous of Dan. How come HE had this perfect life and great job and great 'girlfriend' but all Ted had was this shitty ass tech job and being the sidehoe to his coworker?

Dan has never noticed this jealousy and still remains nice as hell to Ted.

Dan and Ted both teamed up on bullying their younger siblings.

Dan and OT are surprisingly close. OT comes back from college (He goes to U of M) once a month or so and comes back to hang out with his big bro.

One of the reasons Dan took up the volunteer counseler job was to keep a closer eye on Pete and make sure he doesn't get bullied. So far, it has not worked out at all.

Pretty much no one knows Dan is part of the Spankoffski family, so Pete has to hear Ruth talk about how hot the news anchor is and Ethan has to listen to Lex rant about her mom's stupid obsession.

Dan and Ted are LITERAL bastards somehow being both teenage pregnancies and their parents had Pete and OT when they were more ready. Once again, blame Tinky.

SPEAKING OF TINKY he loves tormenting this family but can't keep track of them whatsoever. Sometimes he'll follow one of them home only to realise that it was the wrong one.

Sometimes he appears at family reunions and people just assume he's someone's kid.

One time Donna was literally walking down the street and did a double take seeing Ted just casually flirting with the Greenpeace Girl. 5 minutes later she saw Dan while doing the show and was so confused.

The family is stereotyped as this slutty family of hopeless romantics by the town, which is secretly another one of the reasons Dan changed his last name.

How true is this stereotype? Well, you got both Dan and Ted being teenage pregnancies. Both of them being born on Valentines Day. Ted notoriously sleeping with half the town. Dan being on the same show with a woman who he constantly makes googly eyes at and is possibly in love with (the entire damn town ships them together) Pete somehow surviving being horny at the damn ABSTINENCE CAMP of all places. Ethan literally doing anything for Lex. Suffice to say the entire town has their eyes on OT and what shenanigans he'll get up to.

Which is why I think it would be very funny if it turned out that OT was aroace and will never experience those feelings.

Whenever they get together they like teasing each other about their love lives.

Dan eventually becomes the central target in their teasing, with them BEGGING to know what's up with him and Donna.

The family used to get together every week to watch their favourite tv show, Doctor Who. Yes, I am aware of the irony of the Spankoffskis liking Doctor Who.

They feel an odd sense of... companionship with the homeless guy from downtown. They don't know why, they just DO.

And last but not least.... Every single one of them eventually gets stuck in the Bastard's box. Doesn't matter how or when, Tinky will get them.

And that's about it! What do you guys think?

#starkid #hatchetverse #team starkid #hatchetfield universe #dan reynolds #nerdy prudes must die #ted spankoffski #peter spankoffski #cineplex teen #mcdoon #the trail to oregon #spies are forever #tnoy karaxis #Joey Richter family #ethan green #joey richter #vhs christmas carols #bob cratchit #owen carvour #Tnoy karaxis #tinky npmd

[hellfiremunsonn]

Desperate. Joseph Quinn x Reader

Desperate.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Summary: Attending the premier of Josephs new film Hoard, you get a little needy seeing him in his element, so you take matters into your own hands... literally.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem!reader, reader has a vagina, established relationship, Josephs a bit dom, praise, pet names (baby, babe, dove, little thing) swearing, dirty talk I guess? suggestive. (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

AN: apparently I'm still capable of writing! Who knew! Hope you guys like it. NOT PROOF READ

Wordcount: 1k

You were antsy, but you always were when you attended these premier with Joe. No matter how big or small, your nerves were always amped up to 100 and although Joe claimed to be as nervous as you, you could never tell with how perfectly he handled it all. 

Smiles and laughs, cracking jokes, the man could have everyone swooning over him in the matter of seconds. It came so effortlessly to him, and it was an honour to watch. 

Your hand clung tightly to the back of his black button up, posing for pictures with him, smiling towards the many shouting photographers with their flashing cameras. Josephs hand firm on your hip, a grounding sentiment to help with the nerves. 

When you stepped away so Joseph and his costars could get photographed together you felt your heart squeeze watching them all together. You also wanted to bite Joseph for how goddamn good he looked. With that stupid watch you helped pick out, snug on his wrist. You didn't know why it was such a turn on, but it was, and later when he was taking pictures with Laura Lightfoot Leon, while wearing that cream coloured jumper, with his curly hair and goofy smile, you thought you might explode if you didn't have him soon. 

Joseph can tell something is up, he's watching you shift your weight from foot to foot, legs crossing over each other but he can't decipher what's got you so fidgety. When he finishes taking pictures he saunters back over to you, sliding his sunglasses up onto his head, a lazy smile on his face and you had to fight the urge moan at the sight of him. Hands going straight for your waist, you step up only slightly to wrap your arms around his neck, letting him pull you closer. 

"Sun getting to you?" He asks, one hand coming up to your cheek, thumb resting on the apple of it, feeling its warmth under it. 

You shake your head. "No, why?" You ask tilting your head. 

"You look a little flushed, maybe we should get you inside" he smiles, one arm still wrapped around your waist. Your cheeks burn hotter, was it obvious to anyone else how badly you craved him?

Making your way into the air conditioned venue he walked you down a long hallway away from so many people, with the nod of a security guard who allowed you both to pass. "There's a green room over here, we can have a moment to ourselves for a bit, without all the chaos" 

Although the sentiment was nice, and you loved that he wanted to have a soft moment with you but you couldn't wait any longer. Rounding the corner you tugged on his hand pulling him a little harshly until you were both out of view from any potential onlookers. Your hands are trembling when they reach his belt, trying to get it off quickly. "Babe, baby, woah-" he sounds like he's going to stop you but his hands don't move from where they rest on either side of your ribcage. 

You're about to complain about the belt buckle when it slips free, and you rush to pop the button and pull the zipper down just enough to slide your hand past the two layers separating you from his cock. He groans softly when your hand brushes against his already hardening length, the soft tuff of his pubes tickling your skin as you begin to palm him. 

"I'm so horny Joey" you babble, leaning your head forward so it rests against his chest, watching your hand disappear into his pants. "Need you" you mumble, looking back up at him with desperate eyes. "Need you so bad"

"Fuck" he says through gritted teeth, pulling your face towards him with a firm hand on the back of your neck so he can kiss you. It's messy and clumsy, and you can't control the needy moan that slips from you when you feel his tongue touch yours. You grip him a little harder in your hand, feeling him stiffen more with each desperate stroke. 

"Baby I can't fuck you in a- fuuuuck" his words are cut off by another firm squeeze. "I can't fuck you in a hallway" he says a bit quieter glancing down each end of the hall.

"Then don't fuck me" you say, removing your hand from him, only to reach up under the skirt of your dress to pull off your soaked panties, shoving them into the front pocket of his pants. "Just touch me, please, anything" you beg bringing his hand between your legs, your intertwined fingers dancing along your slick folds together. 

"Holy shit" he mumbles in disbelief. Your knees start to buckle the second he makes contact with your clit, your hand falling away to hold onto his bicep to keep yourself up. "Baby" he coos, rubbing you slowly, your slick covering his fingers. He removes his hand from you slowly and you whine, instantly reaching down to redirect his hand but he stops you. 

"Gimme a second my love, I've got something better, come here" he pulls you closer, wet fingers digging into the plush of your thighs where he hitches it up against his hip. He takes both of your hands and pulls them up to his shoulders. "Hold onto me" he instructs before taking his cock in his hand, pushing his pants down just enough to get it out. Swiping it against your entrance you hum, head tilting back exposing your neck to him where he places a few small kisses.

"You're fucking filthy you know that?" he pushes slightly, not enough to slip in but enough to have your mind going fuzzy. "Needy little thing, in the middle of a premier, you're so desperate for cock that you're willing to get caught for it huh?" he teases, but you shake your head no, holding onto his shoulders a little harder when you feel him push just a bit more. 

"No?" He questions. "Oh so you're not desperate for cock?"

"Jus' yours" you mumble. "Only yours" your eyes meet his and Joseph swears he could cum from that look alone. 

His smile is almost sinister when he looks at you but you can still see the love there. "Thats a good fucking answer" he praises while finally pushing himself entirely into you. 

"Oh-Ohmygod" You whimper, shoving your face into his neck, fingers clutching at any piece of him you can touch. He tugs you closer somehow, while his hips pull back every so slightly only to shove himself right back in. His thrusts are slow but deep, making your lower abdomen ache with how full he's making you feel. The one leg that you're balanced on is trembling with how hard you're trying to keep yourself steady, the six inch heels no longer a good idea. "M'gunna have to carry you out of here aren't I?" Joseph laughs, his breath fanning across the side of your temple. 

You try to reply but the words are stuck in your throat, only small 'uh' noises able to escape. "Quite down dove, you wanna cum before we get caught yeah?" 

"Please" You whisper, head tilting back once more, mouth hung open. His pace quickens only a little, but he somehow manages to hit that sweet spot even deeper over and over. "Fucking christ" your hand moves to your stomach. "You're so d-deep"

"Just how my baby likes it huh?" his hand reaches down to toy with your clit, not much needed other than some pressure with how good he's fucking you. "I'm so close baby, want you to cum first, can you do that for me?"

Your eyes are shut tight, but you manage to nod. Your climax sparking in your stomach begging to burst. "Close" you whimper and he pulls your head back into his neck while he continues to fuck up into you. Your whole body starts shaking before your orgasm fully hits you, and you have to bite down on the collar of his shirt to help keep you quiet. You sound like your crying, sobbing into him but Joseph knows better than to stop whatever hes doing when he's got you sounding like this. "That's it, fuck baby you're so good to me" he rushes, his own orgasm coming to a hilt fast. "F-fuck, I'm gunna cum"

"Yes, yes, please, I need you to cum in me" you whisper into the dampness of his neck where your mouth has been stationed. 

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck-" He almost growls, holding back as much noise as he can as he feels himself spill into you, the way your cunt clenches around him perfectly, milking every ounce until you're both a panting mess. Only when Joseph is able to come back into himself, he lowers your leg, slipping out of you slowly while you quickly cross your legs tightly. You wobbly, barely able to keep yourself straight. 

"You okay?" he asks, brushing the hair from your face, holding your flushed cheeks in his hands. Only this time he knows why they're flushed.

"So good" you purr, leaning into him for a short moment before he's pulling away from you and buttoning up his pants. 

You pout at the lack of contact but then he's kneeling in front of you while helping you step out of your heels, your feet seeking sweet relief on the cold marble floor. "The night is pretty much over, what do you say we get you back to the hotel and until a bath?"

"I'd like that" you say fondly, wrapping your arms back around his neck. He kisses you softly, and you can feel the love he has for you being poured into it. "Can you fuck me again when we get there?"

"Jesus Christ woman" he laughs loudly, picking up your heels and letting them dangle on his two fingers before taking your hand into his free one. "Maybe if you can make it to the car without my cum dripping down your legs" he says lowly, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. 

#hellfiremunsonn #Joseph Quinn #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Joseph Quinn #Joseph Quinn smut #Stranger Things smut #Joseph Quinn Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Stranger Things #Stranger Things Eddie Munson #Joseph Quinn fic #Joseph Quinn fanfiction #Joseph Quinn x fem reader #Joseph Quinn x reader #Joseph Quinn x you

[plentyoffandoms]

Joseph Quinn x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ Joseph Quinn Masterlist ♡ Confessions Masterlist

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warning: none.

Summary: Joseph Quinn is ready to propose to his long-time girlfriend, but he can't help but to think about their love story.

Part 1 can be found here

Joseph Quinn's POV:

YN is due to fly back home in a few days and I still haven't proposed to her. I knew the timing didn't really matter for us, but I wanted her to go back home with the ring on her finger.

Joe has text me every chance he gets to see if I have asked her. I can just imagine the face he is giving his phone every time I text back "no."

But to me, it had to be the right moment. It didn't matter if it was just us out to dinner or taking a walk, but it just had to be the right moment....and it hasn't been yet.

Yet I knew time was running out if I wanted to propose to her now.

~

My alarm woke me on the second to last day that YN was here, but I was able to turn it off before it woke her.

YN's eyes started to flutter open but I wrapped my arms gently around her and hummed our song quietly to her to get her to fall back to sleep.

It worked.

She was tired after shopping yesterday. We spent almost the whole day together shopping for ourselves, our baby boy and our friends and family.

We even went to the post office to have everything sent home.

Just the thought of her going home and leaving my side once more had me kissing the top of her head and muttering about how much I love her as we laid in bed.

Which brought on all these memories of us. Like when the two of us first met in Primary School.

It was half way into Year 6 when the teacher announced to the class that we were getting a new student. The class was excited but confused about getting a new classmate half way though the year.

We were all excited when the day finally arrived and that was when I first met YN LN. She stood in front of the class as our teacher introduced her. Nervous, but trying to put on a brave face.

A desk was placed next to my spot and YN sat next to me. I held out my hand and introduced myself. YN looked down at my hand and then looked into my eyes and even though I didn't know it then, I fell for her.

"Nice to meet you Joey." YN said to me with a big smile.

YN pulled me from my thoughts as she moved a bit, to try and get comfy, but never once did she waken.

I went back to my thoughts of us. Like when YN was getting bullied by two boys from the other class.

The school year was almost over and YN and I already made plans to meet up with one another after our families come back from our own holidays.

The two of us were walking to school. We have ever since the day we met. We didn't live that far from one another.

But as the two of us were walking, I noticed that she was very quiet. "What is wrong with you? Why are you so quiet?" I finally asked her.

"Just tired is all." Was her reply. Then she put her hair behind her right ear. I knew she was lying. I stopped walking and that made YN, who only got a few steps ahead of me, stop and turn around to look at me.

"Why did you stop?"

"Why are you lying to me?" The two of us asked at the same time.

"I'm not lying to you Joey." She said to me, but she wasn't looking at me now. She was looking down at the path. Her History book which she was holding in her hands, was tight against her chest.

"YN, I'm not gonna pry it out of you but I know you are. Just know I am here for you when you are ready to talk." And I didn't mention it again.

But a few days later on our walk home, YN told me everything. How Ian Brown and Adam Smithyman were bullying her. How they would tease her and pull on her hair. They even took her notebook and threw it in a puddle.

"Why didn't you say anything to me YN?" I asked her.

"I was hoping they would stop, but they haven't and I just want them to leave me alone. I thought about going to a teacher but that may just make it worse." Tears were threatening to fall and that broke my heart.

So that weekend I found the two of them at the park and questioned them about it. They stood there proudly as the admitted to bullying her.

I only saw red as I tackled Ian to the ground and started to punch him. Adam tried to get me off of him but I just kept pushing him away.

A couple of adults broke up our fight. I got in trouble and was grounded when my Parents were called.

"Why did you do this Joseph?" My Mother asked as she harshly put a bag of frozen carrots on the bruise on my cheek.

"They were bullying YN. Pulling her hair, throwing her schoolbooks in the puddles." I told them, not even caring that I am in trouble. I just needed to stand up for my best friend and all the punishment in the world will be worth it.

My parents just looked at one another and did that thing all couples do, talk to each other without actually saying a word.

They told me I was grounded for one week instead of two. I didn't even ask why they reduced the grounding.

That following Monday I was waiting for YN at our usual spot that we always meet up at to walk to school, when I saw her walking towards me with a huge smile on her face.

I was going to say good morning like I always did, but she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a hug before I could speak. I hugged her back and she pulled back just enough so I could still see her face but her arms were wrapped around my neck.

"Thank you Joey. Ian and Adam came to my house to apologise for everything. They told me they would leave me alone."

"It was nothing." I shrugged my shoulders and tried to play it cool. She just rolled her eyes at me.

"Either way, thank you." YN then leaned in and kissed my cheek gently. Her watch beeped and she gasped as she realised that we were gonna be late. She let go of me and started to walk to school.

But I didn't move. I placed my hand on the cheek that she kissed, not believing that she actually did that. "Come on Joey, we're gonna be late."

YN stirred once more and she slowly opened her eyes. "Mm good morning handsome." YN said to me as she looked up at me."

"Good morning beautiful." I leaned down and captured her lips in mine. I smiled into the kiss as I heard her sigh, but then she pulled away.

"Be right back. Someone's baby is sitting on my bladder." She teased as she left the bed. Once she was in the bathroom, she called out that she was going to take a bath.

I was alone once more with my memories. Like when we had our first kiss.

It was year 9 when we were at our friend Eliza's birthday party. Who had this great idea to do 7 minutes in heaven. We each put our names in a hat. At the time, there was one for boys and one for girls.

I was nervous, not wanting my first kiss to be with just anybody, but as the game went on and more and more people got called, there was only eight of us left. Eliza put her hand into the girls hat.

"YN."

YN, who was sitting next to me, stood up and waited for the guy to be called. I looked at the guys that were left and I the thoughts I had about them were not nice in that moment, even though we are friends.

"Joseph." Our friends all started to tease us, just like we did for the others. I stood up and YN and I walked towards the pantry that is being used for this game.

The door closed and it was dark in the room. We didn't say a word to one another for a long while. "We don't have to do this YN." I said to my best friend.

"I know."

I know this would be her first real kiss and I didn't want to rush her. "But we may as well. I mean, who else do I trust more than you Joseph Quinn?"

"If you are sure YN?" I asked one last time as she stood closer to me. "I am sure Joey." She whispered and I leaned down as I gently cupped her face with my hands and kissed her gently on the lips. It was only about ten seconds but I wanted to kiss her again and again, but I didn't.

The pantry door swung open at that moment, our time cut short. Eliza was standing there, panicked. "My Mom is home, get out of there."

YN and I never mentioned that kiss again. Not until we were much older.

YN takes long baths and they seem to be longer ever since she found out she was pregnant. I know it helps her to relax.

I wanted to join her but my stomach started to grumble. I knocked on the washroom door. "Gonna order some breakfast. What would you like?"

I took down her order and then I ordered room service, making sure to get what she wants and is craving. No need for a fight because I forgot how she wanted her eggs. The pregnancy hormones are crazy at this stage but I wouldn't change this for the world.

Which got me thinking about our first big fight.

I just was attending Emanuel and just got the scholarship as part of their drama scholar program. I was excited to tell YN, but for some reason when I did, she wasn't excited for me.

"Oh."

"Oh? Is that all you can say about this YN? This will help me to get better at acting." I only had one small role at the time.

"I am so happy for you Joseph." Oh no, she called me Joseph instead of Joey. "I don't get why you aren't. This is my dream to be an actor and you know that YN." I was getting angry at the fact that she wasn't happy for me.

"I told you I am happy, now just drop it." She went to close her front door on me but I blocked it with my arm. "No, I will not. Why can't you be happy for me?"

"Just go live your life and be a star Joseph. You are so busy now will your classes and your plays, you may as well forget about me." I was so stunned that I actually dropped my arm and she closed the door and locked it on me.

I tried to get her to open it by knocking first, then banging on the door. The neighbours told me to knock it off or they were going to call the Police. I tried calling her after that and texting, but no response.

I finally had enough of being ignored so I showed up to her house one day. Her Mom was working in the garden.

"Nice to see you Joey. YN is in her room." I thanked her and walked into my second home and down the stairs to the basement, which is where YN's bedroom has been for three years now.

I knocked on the open door and YN looked up. "How did you get in here?"

"Your Mom let me in. I have been trying to get us to talk for days YN."

"I told you just to forget about me. You have better friends at that school." YN wasn't even looking at me as she continued to sit on her bed. She was holding a teddy bear I won for her at the fair, close to her chest.

"Now how can I ever or want to forget about my best friend?" I am very confused about this.

"I am just holding you back. You have more in common with those people." I was stunned to hear her say that. I sat down next to her on her bed, just like so many times before.

"Yes, we have the love of acting in common but they are not you. They are not my best friend. They have no idea what I am scared of. What my favourite song is or book. Hell, they don't even know my favourite colour or when my birthday is. They do not know my deepest, darkest secrets. The only person who knows them is you."

"I am scared to lose you Joey." She finally said to me.

"You, my dear YN will never lose me. We made a pact when we were 12 years old that we will always be in eachothers lives and I never break a promise."

She smiled at me and hugged me. I was going to say something but then her Mom called us up for lunch.

There was a knock on the hotel door. I opened it and our breakfast is here. I tipped them and I was once again alone.

I called out to YN that breakfast was here and she said she will be out in a few minutes.

I started on my meal, knowing that she would be more upset if I waited for her. As I bit into my potatoes, I thought back to when YN and I were both in relationship, but with other people.

I was dating a woman from my drama program and YN was dating someone from her University, but her and I always made time for one another. We still met up once a week and I text her more than my own girlfriend.

I get why anyone who we dated were always jealous of her. YN was the main woman in my life, even though I was lying to myself at the time, but they always knew it.

"I want you to end your friendship with YN." She asked me as I taking bite of my mashed potatoes.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me Joseph." I made a face when she called me that. Calling me that like I am in trouble.

"We have talked about this. She isn't going anywhere. She is my bestfriend." Which my ex scoffed at.

"Oh please, it is like you are dating her and me at the same time. Her boyfriend feels the same way."

"Since when did you and Alex text?" I wasn't even jealous. I should of been but I wasn't.

"After our fourth double date. We felt like you two were in a relationship."

"Well, I am not ending my friendship with YN." I told her.

"Then it is over between us. We can all see it but you two can't. You're in love with her and her with you." I tried to deny it. We fought the whole way go her house. I was denying my feelings even though she was right.

I wasn't even upset as I dropped her off at her house. I went straight to YN's dorm, knowing she would be there. I knocked on the four times and YN opened it.

"Alex and I broke up."

"Same with Annie and I." I took my spot in her chair and her and on her bed. "

He wanted me to end our friendship."

"She wanted the same thing. She also said that we are in love with one another."

"Oh please. Alex said the same thing." It seemed to get hotter in her room. The two of us didn't say anything. Her roommate opening the door broke the tension.

I left not long after that. Trying to wrap my head around this whole night. I couldn't sleep as the one person on my mind was YN.

I knew Annie was right, just like all the others were. I tried to call YN the next morning but it went straight to voicemail. I realised that she would be at work. She works Tesco on the weekends for extra cash.

I knew her car was in the shop, so I text her to let her know that I wad picking her up at the end of her shift. All I got back wasa thumbs up emoji.

I was there way earlier than I needed to be, but I was nervous. I am finally going to admit to YN that I am in love with her.

I saw her exit through the backdoor and she headed straight for my car. She opened the passenger door and slipped into the seat.

"YN I have something," but she cut me off. She really only does that when she is nervous.

"I love you Joey."

"I love you too." It isn't the first time we have said it to one another. I mean, she is my bestfriend.

"No, not just as a bestfriend. I have pushed my feelings aside for you for so long and I," this time I cut her off by kissing her. I cupped her face with my hands and she wrapped her arms around my neck, just like all those years ago.

I have no idea how long we made out for in the parking lot of her job, but the sound of a car alarm finally broke us two apart. She leaned her forehead against mine and we both closed our eyes.

"I love you Joseph Quinn."

"I love you YN LN."

"And I love you to Joey." Her voice startled me. I had no idea I said that out loud.

"What have you been thinking about love? I have been out for two minutes and you didn't even acknowledge me." She said as she took a bite of her waffles. I noticed that she was just in her bathrobe.

"Just us and our own love story." She blew me a kiss as her mouth was full of waffles.

The two of us talked about what we were going to do for the rest of the day. I went and showered as YN finished her breakfast.

We were both getting dressed for the day when I saw the velvet box that I hid in my bag.

I grabbed it and looked behind me and saw that YN was in the bathroom doing her hair and makeup.

I got down on one knee just out of her sight and waited with baited breath.

"Joey, I was thinking we should..." Her voice trailed off as she finally saw me. Her hands covered her mouth.

"YN, the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew in my core that my life’s about to change. When you sat next to me on your first day of Primary School, is etched forever as it was that moment something, some unusual feeling that my life is about to change. And true enough, after speaking with you, it felt like I’ve known you since forever. Who would have thought that the stranger next to me that day will be the person I won’t last a day without. Today, I want to let you know that you are the person I want to be with for the rest of my life. In many different stages and versions, regardless of the change – good or bad, I want to experience it with you…Will you marry me?”

Tears were streaming down her face as I finished my proposal.

"Yes." That one simple word almost made me cry as I slipped the ring on her finger. I got up and I kissed her.

We were smiling into the kiss and then she gasped and pulled away slightly.

"You okay love?" I asked her.

"It seems like our son is excited as well." She placed my hand on her stomach and I could feel him going crazy.

"I love you Joey, so very much."

"I love you forever and always YN."

~

The two of us spent the day together. Doing whatever she wanted to do. Joe text me twice and I ignored him both times as I was busy.

YN was wondering why I was ignoring him but I explained to her why. She laughed about how Joe kept pushing for me to propose.

"He is just a romantic Joey. He loves love."

But he is always impatient, so he decided a video call was best.

"Joe I am busy."

"Did you?" He ignored me.

I turned the phone around and YN held up her hand.the scream that came from him actually had me worried.

I turned the phonw back round to me and he was dancing.

"My boy is getting married!"

Part 1 ♤ Part 3

#joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x female reader #joseph quinn fluff #eddie munson #stranger things season four

[random-writer-person]

No more men… Unless

chandler bing x reader

word count: 1174

no smut just a whole lot of fluff part 2 will be smut if you wanna read it

you were walking down to central perk to get some coffee. your boyfriend just broke up with you and you were done trying with boys. you guys hadn't dated for long so you weren't that hurt you were just done with men not trying as much as you were.

"Hi can I have a caramel coconut latte" you sit at the bar of the cafe and wait for your coffee as some people walk in and take up the whole couch area they must be friends. while looking at them you see a guy a really attractive guy, you thought about going up to him but then you decided not to because he was talking to his friends when your coffee was done being made you get up to leave but someone called out.

"hey hey hi um hi I'm chandler yep that's my name chandler" you chuckle at the guy you thought was attractive.

"hi, I'm Y/N," you say smiling at him "can I do something for you?" you tilt your head a little while still looking up at him.

"oh yeah um, I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me on a date" you smile a little wider and nod.

"yeah I would like that," you say and kiss his cheek then walk out then you hear a yell.

"SHE SAID YES MONICA SHE KISSES MY CHEEK AHHHHHH" you chuckle then he sees you looking at him then sits and goes quiet you laugh blow a kiss then walk away smiling because you are excited about your date.

the next day you got a call on your phone and picked it up.

"hey Y/N I was wondering if you're still up for that date," he said he sounded a little nervous you smiled to yourself

"yeah of course what time" you smile and wonder where he's gonna take you.

"um ill be at your place by 8 is that ok" he still sounds nervose what a sweetheart

"8 sounds great see you then" when you hang up you jump and run around but after a minute you decide you have to get ready for the date

this is what you wear ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

after getting ready it was almost 8 o'clock so you sat on your couch waiting for chandler to arrive at your house. after about 10 minutes of sitting on your couch there is a knock at the door.

"hello chandler" you smile at him and kiss his cheek.

"hello ready to go?" you smile and nod and start walking out of your building and down the street.

~~~~after dinner~~~~

"thank you for taking me to dinner it was amazing" you say smiling up at him.

"does that mean I get a second date?" he says blushing a little you chuckle.

"yes it does you can have as meany dates as you want" he leans down a little so he's closer to your face.

"good" he grabs you waist and kisses you your hands slowly make their way up around his neck and into his hair and you tug a little. when you let go you both have huge smiles on your faces.

"ill see you tomorrow?" you ask still holding him.

"meet me a central perk tomorrow at noon I want you to meet my friends" he says smiling.

"ok sounds good to me" kiss him one more time struggling to let go but eventually turn around and walk into your apartment.

~~~~time skip to noon~~~~

you got ready and now you are about to walk into central perk to meet chandler and his friends you take a breath and then walk in. as soon as you walk in chandler sees you and smiles.

"hello" he walks up to you and kisses you. you smile into the kiss

"hi" you say smiling up at him

"come come meet everyone" he says pulling you to the couches. you wave a little shy for meeting so meany new people.

"hi" they all say hi back smiling

"this is monica, rachel, phoebe, ross, and joey" they all wave as he says their names. "everyone this is Y/N my girlfriend" you smile at him calling you his girlfriend. you both sit he gets up getting your drink for you.

"so Y/N what do you think of Chandler," Monica asks you taking a sip of her coffee

"oh I'm completely smitten with him he's amazing," you say blushing a little. they all seem to be happy with your answer we keep on talking about random things till chandler comes back with your coffee and sits beside you.

"thank you love" you smile up at him and give him a small peck on the lips.

"aww, I want that" you look at Rachel questioningly.

"you want what?" you chuckle.

"what you and chandler have you guys look so happy chandler can't even take his eyes off you," Rachel says chuckling a little. you look back at chandler and realize he was staring at you. you smile and blush drinking coffee to hide it. chandler leans to you and whispers in your ear.

"you don't need to hide your blush I think it's cute" this of course makes you blush more but joey catches your attention

"what are you two kids talking about something dirty by the way Y/N is blushing" he smirks your eyes widening and blushing to the point you are a tomato. joey and chandler chuckle then joey stands up and walks towards you when you stop blushing. "just one test how you doin'" he says with a smirk.

"I'm okay why?" you say smiling joey looks shocked and chandler looks even happier than before.

"How did that not work damn you weren't lying when you said you are smitten earlier" you look at him eyes widen when he says what you said about chandler.

"JOEY he wasn't supposed to know she said that," phoebe said you chuckle awkwardly.

"oops sorry Y/N" you give him a thumbs up.

"Y/N can I talk to you outside," chandler asks from beside you trying to hide his smile but failing miserably.

"sure," you say smiling back. you both walk outside together "what did you wanna talk about?"

"you said that you are smitten with me?" he asked having a huge smile on his face.

"Yeah well, it's true I am," you say playing with his fingers.

"Can I tell you something" you nod "I may have only met you yesterday and only went on one date but I feel things for you I have never felt before with anyone. there's something special about you and I don't wanna scare you away but I really like you" he says playing with your hands not looking at you. you look at him and smile you tip his head up so he's looking at you. you kiss him before saying.

"I really like you too" he smiles at you and said

"wanna take this back to my place" you chuckle and nod chandler waves to his friends who are obviously watching us and then we start walking back to his place

hope you guys had a great day-night whatever

#chandler bing #chandler x reader #friends #tv shows #fluff #romance

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

WIP Poll Results

Thank you to all who voted! Tagging those of you who reacted in case you're interested:

@ivymarquis @unholymilf @icespinosaur @megraen @roofgeese @adelaidedrubman @yokobai @chazz-anova @neonneurons @statichvm @inafieldofdaisies @cassietrn @eclecticwildflowers @direwombat @neverthesameneveranother @kyber-infinitygems @kirjanikv6ilill @clicheantagonist @chadillacboseman @nightbloodbix @stacispratt @wrathfulrook

Here's the results of my hard work, admittedly some fics got more than what they should have but too bad (also there is smut at the end so minors DNI):

THE WINNER: The Animal in Me (fc5 werewolf au) - 13 sentences

The liquor coursed through her system making her head spin and legs feel like jelly that moved at the speed of thick molasses. Light-headed, she stumbled through the door of Jacob’s cabin and made her way to the living room, narrowly missing Princess before flopping down onto the nearby couch. 

The white wolf, having once been laying curled up, happily dozing on the rug on the floor, lifted her head and tipped it, trying to get a better sense of why this woman had invaded her territory.

Jacob made his way towards the couch, stalking towards her in the dark room. His sharp, pointed canine slipping out from below his upper lip as he smirked. “Whiskey sure did a number on ya, didn’t it?”

Kit’s legs hung draped over the armrest as she scooped her hair out from behind her head, stretching her arms out above her. “I never could have had this much before." Looking up at him with a grin as he untied and removed the boots from her feet. "I still have enough sense of myself even if my legs would like to tell you differently.”

“Guess you’re happy that I turned you now, huh?”

Kit rolled her eyes and rubbed at her forehead, trying to fight off the cascading waves that hit the inside of her skull. “I wouldn’t say that.”

American Beasts (kit's fc5 canon timeline) - 9 sentences

“She’s like the Predator, man. Comes in all stealthy like, so we gotta fight her the same way Dutch did.”

“Wait, when did her and Dutch fight?”

“No man, not that Dutch, you know, Arnold Schwarzenegger. The fuckin’ terminator. We gotta trap her and then instead of her tryin’ to blow us up we do that to her.”

“You wanna blow her up?”

“She’s a fuckin’ freak, my dude. You heard about what she did in that video. She’s with them, man. She’s with the cult, she killed Jess and she killed Eli and the other Whitetails. You think she gives a shit about any of us? I severely fuckin’ doubt it.”

Only you (fc5 soulmate au) - 6 sentences

"You know them best, what's their next move?"

"That doesn't matter. They need to be taken out of their element. Joey is strong, she needs someone who can break her. Staci's willing to do whatever's asked of him as long as there's good reason for it, he's got no backbone -- he's weak. And as for Whitehorse, he's complacent, does only what is needed to keep the county afloat."

Jacob stood hunched over his map looking at her, "Go on."

"Joey goes to John, Staci with us and Whitehorse goes to Faith."

"Works for me, angel."

Kakia (Kit's Herald/Role Swap AU) - 5 sentences

(apparently I'm writing this one in present tense, not sure why, but going with it for now)

Jacob knocks, heavy strikes with the side of his fist against thick wooden doors. It takes some time but the doors finally open, revealing a redheaded woman with the coolest blue eyes he’d ever seen besides his own, wearing little more than a silk robe the color of ivy. He’s meant to be there for business not pleasure, but he can’t help when his eyes travel over her form hungrily, barely able to hide the attraction he’s feeling for this strange woman in his midst. 

“Good morning…” Her eyes scan over the height and width of him, until they land on his badge and a smile creeps across her lips. “...Sheriff.”

He clears his throat, trying so hard to remember why he came here in the first place. “Ms. Cross.”

Arcadia & Empyrean (New Dawn AU) - 6 sentences

Her eyes widened, pupils made into pin pricks at the realization of what he meant. It was a death sentence without calling it that. She had no allies, no safe haven, she’d be fodder for the Highwaymen and the creatures outside their walls all the same. "Exile. You're banishing me?"

"Like Adam and Eve."

Kit's lip trembled, her hands falling to her sides in tightly clenched fists as her nails carved crescents into her palm, fighting the seething rage inside her. "You will bring nothing but death upon our people, Joseph. Do you hear me? I upheld the peace. I played my part. I did what you asked of me."

"The Lion is no longer needed." Joseph turned to the Judge, nodding for him to complete the sentencing. 

Even with the mask on she could tell the man underneath was hesitating. Trapped between his loyalty to the Father and to the woman who saved his life all those years ago, the woman who he joined the cult for. He stared at her for a moment, head tipping slightly and she could picture the brown eyes behind the dark holes trying to beg her for forgiveness for what he was about to do. Slamming his fist down on the table like a gavel her sentencing was complete. She was Persona Non Grata once more.

Pred/Prey Smut (MINORS DNI)- 9 sentences

“You like being treated like an animal, don’t ya? Not enough I put a collar on you, is it angel?”

Kit couldn’t speak as he ravaged her with his hands, a tear rolling down her cheek as her thighs clenched together and her walls clamped down around him. She was so goddamn close, he was going to make her cum any second. 

Coiling her hair around his fist like the leather of a leash, he dragged her back to rest against his shoulder and he kissed her deep. Muffling her noises with his tongue, biting down on her lower lip when she cried out, his hand snaked between her thighs from the front, focused entirely on her clit. 

She became a sobbing mess under his touch, panting and moaning at his rough touch against her.

Music Box Smut (Minors DNI) - 5 Sentences

As the music dug into her brain, seeping into her every synapse, rewiring her mind, her thoughts were in a state of war. One half controlled, ready to kill and destroy, the other desperate to please, filtered down to her base desires, animalistic and wild. He’d tested and proven his theory on so many unwilling subjects and now to have her at his fingertips fully accepting of whatever happened while she was under the effects of the conditioning, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little excited at the prospect. 

Her eyes snapped open, and the deep recesses of her mind could be seen in her eyes. Icy, cavernous and dark, no light could be seen in them at all. She pushed him off of her, her strength channeled into enough force to send him to the floor. Pulling away from the bed, shoulders and back rising up from it first, her feet landed on the wooden floorboards. Eyes kept focused entirely on him, stepping towards him with long strides as he backed up trying to regain his footing. 

Grabbing the rough camo of his jacket in her fist she dragged him up to stand and face her. Clawing at him once he was in her clutches, her nails ripped at his shirt as she dragged him down into her embrace and then forced him further down onto his knees. Kit’s fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp as she gripped his ginger tresses tight in her fist and forced his head back, exposing his jugular. That cold, dead stare of hers traced down the length of his throat, over the bobbing of his adam’s apple and landed on where his arteries kept his blood flowing. 

“You gonna hurt me, angel?” Jacob asked, testing the waters, checking to see if any part of her might still be in there at all or if she was all machine. 

Her face remained placid, as static and unchanging as marble. “Only if you tell me to.”

#skelly writes #wip wednesday #wip poll list results

[roipecheur]

So like. Further issues with Deathstroke Inc. I didn't really like the art style and the earlier part with TRUST was kind of boring and didn't really have any stakes, and got resolved way too quickly for how much they wanted to build it up. The entire concept of Deathstroke Inc is....ok, get he was possessed by the darkness or whatever, but playing with others isn't really something Slade does. He's a mercenary, not a mastermind. He wants to do his job, ideally alone or with maybe Wintergreen, and get paid. He doesn't want to command an army. Given that he was possessed or corrupted or what the fuck ever the darkness was supposed to do for at least half of it, how much was this Deathstroke run even about him as a character?

I'm also going to take issue with wanting to destroy the world and kill his children because that's....not what Slade does. Back in Forever Evil, he worked with the heroes to save the world because if the bad guys win forever, there's no need for someone in his line of work, and Slade needs his line of work to function. I kind of have to chalk this and Dark Crisis up to something pulling out the worst and most fucked up bits of Slade and corrupting them, including but not limited to making him cut his hair into a mohawk.

And Deathstroke Year 1. Minor gripe, Wintergreen was about 20 years older than Slade in preboot and had already gone grey the first time they met, and I'm not a fan of deaging him in reboot. Major gripe, there are so many more interesting ways to write Slade's layers of denial and self-justification for being Deathstroke and maintaining his family life, and writing him as a cold-blooded killer that never cared about his family, was annoyed by Grant being sad that he was going to leave on a 'hunting trip', and keeping his family as a 'good cover' is boring and lazy. If Slade didn't really love or care about his family, felt trapped with them, and primarily thought of his wife, son, and their unborn child as a 'good cover' by the end of year one, why would he care so much when Grant died trying to be like him? Year 1 Slade seems more likely to be annoyed with Grant for trying and summarily discard him. It kinda really fucks with his original story.

Slade's early years are better if it's him coming up with a convoluted justification of how being Deathstroke allows him to keep his family that he actually does love very much in his own fucked-up way. If he had to work a boring, regular job as a security guard, he'd go nuts, and he does feel cooped-up in suburbia, so being Deathstroke allows him to blow off some steam and be a better husband and dad when he is there. He's also making enough money to set his kids up for life, so he further justifies what he's doing by believing they'll be fine if something did happen to him, and that it's no different than if he were at war. And he thinks whatever precautions he has in place are good enough to protect his family, and he ignores any and all evidence to the contrary until Joey has to pay for it.

Still unbelievable to me how each new writer tries to have their super edgy take on Deathstroke, and none are as good at the original from the 80s/early 90s lmao.

#deathstroke #deathstroke inc #slade is already a bastard just lean into the type of bastard he already is #no need to make him a different kind you know? #respawn was cute and I liked the sladick in dark crisis but other than that #still holding out for my babygirl to get a nice long run from someone who loves him and treats him right

[julieverne]

Jane's broken up with men for a lot of stupid reasons.

For Joey it was cheating off her test. And calling her frog face.

For Steve it was the movie he chose.

For Martinez it was getting her CI killed. Not just that, but physically preventing her from going after her when she could have made a difference.

For Dean it was making her shoot Maura's father. For making Maura hate her, however brief that hate might have been. She wished Paddy had killed him. Still does sometimes, when she remembers the anger and hurt on Maura's face. Sometimes she wishes she'd shot him instead of Paddy for setting that whole thing up. For using her to get a lead.

But for Casey it was because he threw out the Marmite.

"Maura gave me that," Jane said, digging through the trash can, looking for that flash of yellow that always brightened her day.

"I got you a new one. One that's not expired," Casey said, putting it on the counter as though that made anything any better.

"Where is it?"

"I took the garbage out after you left this morning. It's gone." The congenial smile left his face, followed by concern.

"I told you not to touch it. Get out." Jane opens the door and watched as he packed quickly. She locked the door behind her, heading for the back of the building.

"I'm sorry," he called after her, but she was already vaulting into the dumpster.

---

When Maura's hand tapped the side of the dumpster, Jane's head popped over the edge, still scowling.

"Frankie said you needed Marmite," Maura said, holding up a jar. Jane shook her head, disappearing, rustling through the trash like a racoon. Occasionally Maura heard the thump of Jane hitting the dumpster in anger, or her swearing at touching something gross. "If I call Frankie, you know he's going to jump in." Jane's head appeared, filthy but excited.

"Yeah, call him. He's real good with trash. Oh. OH!" Jane disappeared again, coming up triumphantly with a jar of Marmite clenched in her hand. "YEAH!" Jane yelled, her adrenaline pumping. Maura moved forward to help her out of the dumpster, then stepped back. She grabbed a hose on the side of the building, taking the Marmite with a glove from her bag before hosing off Jane, arms spread wide and face turned to the sky, smile on her face without a care in the world.

Jane left puddles in the hall. Maura shoved her in the shower fully dressed, then went out to mop up after her so the HOA didn't try to kick her out again.

Jane came out in a towel using a second towel to dry her hair, occasionally sniffing herself.

"I think I'm clean. Am I clean?" Maura leaned forward and sniffed Jane, giving an impressed smile. "Okay I'm clean. Which isn't saying much because half the time we both smell like a deco." Jane threw herself on the couch. Maura had picked up some disinfectant wipes and started cleaning the original jar of Marmite, sitting beside Jane.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jane groaned and turned away.

"He threw out my stuff, Maura, there's nothing to talk about."

"Frankie said Casey said you kept yelling that I gave it to you, and how dare he. He's staying with Frankie, by the way. He seems to think you broke up with him over Marmite."

"Not the Marmite." Jane sighed. "I leave it on the counter so I see it every day. So I remember that no matter what godawful kind of day I've had, you're my friend again. That we're still friends. The little flash of yellow makes me think maybe it's not so bad. That I'm not so bad. It's like... forgiveness? Absolution? Something. It's stupid, but it's something you gave me. You get it, don't you? And it felt like he was throwing you away. It told him not to, and he did it anyway, in my house. It was really disrespectful, and I don't take disrespect. Not any more. It felt like he was trying to replace you. It made my skin crawl."

"So you went dumpster diving for two hours? Jane. I have spare Marmite. I've given you lots of things over the years. Why the Marmite?" She tilted her head, genuinely curious. Jane looked down at her hands.

"It was the first thing you gave me. After Hoyt. We were just getting to be friends. You were opening my jars for me. And you gave me this." Jane picked it up and looked at it. "And you said I'd be able to open it myself one day, and if I never did then you'd do it for me. And I never opened it because I knew I could call you. And you'd come. You'd be here, and you'd open it. When we were fighting I moved it to my bedside table and I stared at it every night. But I never called."

"I would have come," Maura admitted. "I didn't realise you'd attached so much significance to such an unassuming object."

"It's a metaphor or something, right? A simile?"

"Symbolic," Maura corrected her gently. Jane shot her a grin, picking up the jar. "Don't," Maura said when Jane reached for the lid.

"Why not?"

"If it's a symbol, let it be a symbol. So you know, any time you need me. You can call. And I'll come. Even if it's to open your expired Marmite. It's a promise, Jane, and I take those seriously." Jane shrugged, trying to hide her smile, and grabbed the new jar, twisting the top off easily, dipping her finger in.

"Oh YUCK! That is rank, Maura." Jane gagged.

"You were in a dumpster for two hours and you regularly hang out with corpses. You can handle a little Marmite."

"It wasn't about the Marmite," Jane admitted, looking over at Maura. "It just made me think he was trying to make room for himself in my life by getting rid of you. And nothing is ever going to get you out of my life. Not Casey, not Hoyt, not Dennis. No one. Nothing. You know that, don't you?"

Maura wet her lips with her tongue nervously.

"What if I said I was jealous of Casey?"

"I'm done with Casey. You don't need to be jealous of him. You won't walk in on us again." Jane shot Maura a nervous grin. "We can jog whenever you like."

"No, Jane, I mean - I wasn't just jealous of him taking up your time. I was jealous because -" Maura bit her thumbnail and looked at it absently. "Because he got to be with you. He got to date you. He got to -" Maura blinked rapidly and looked away, grabbing her bag and getting to her feet.

"Maura." Jane's low voice stopped her. Made her turn back to the couch to see Jane's anguished face. "I wouldn't spend two seconds in a dumpster for anything he gave me," Jane admitted.

"Okay," Maura said slowly. "So where does that leave us?"

"I've been trying to figure that out for a while." Jane screwed the cap back on the Marmite and put it down, making a decision and getting to her feet. She strode over to Maura in two short steps and kissed her.

They'd kissed before, on the cheek. Both cheeks when Maura was feeling cosmopolitan. But never quite on the mouth. Circling, perhaps, drawing closer every time. But Jane, emboldened by her near loss of something incredibly important, went for it, pressing her lips to the soft mouth she watched so often, feeling Maura open up to her, hearing Maura's purse drop to the floor.

"You taste terrible," Maura said when Jane pulled away. Her face and chest were flushed, and her hand was on Jane's ass under the towel.

"I taste like Marmite," Jane said, quirking her eyebrow and leaning in again.

---

Casey always maintained that Jane had broken up with him over a stupid jar of Marmite, but Jane knew that she had a good reason. The best reason.

She had Maura.

#rizzoli and isles #rizzles #rizzoli & isles #maura isles #jane rizzoli #rizzles fanfic

[uniasus]

I saw a YGO plotbunny ~somewhere~ and it hasn't left me alone. I don't really like kidfics, but here I am, typing away, and oh boy in these first 2.5K words we've dived into the Japanese child care system, parental pressure, the stress of being a celebrity, and probably an unnamed YGO polycule because who the F would make Mai/Joey/Kaiba a thing. Except me, I guess.

Please send help I don't know what I'm doing or why.

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You have a fucking kid 

Yugi's mind skipped as he read the ping from Kaiba. What was he talking about? He didn't think Kaiba was that interested in the focus group Yugi was conducting today, and just why was Kaiba pinging him anyway? Free days at Kaibaland were one of the few times he put down his phone. 

His tablet buzzed again, this time with an attachment. Glancing at the kids trying out the new racing game - didn't seem to be any confusion - Yugi opened the file. 

He froze and the world went silent. 

Kaiba had sent him a candid photo, a boy on the other side of a chessboard. The board was expected. Kaiba allowed the kids to challenge him on free days and if they won, or at least gave him an interesting game, he'd sponsor their schooling. It wasn't the reward he'd gotten for defeating Gozubura, but sometimes Yugi doubted that was an award anyway. Paying the way for a kid in the premier private school in Domino was more Kaiba's style than adoption anyway. 

The kid in the photo was an uncanny ringer for a younger Yugi. Wide, amethyst eyes. A baby face. He didn't have Yugi's dye job, but his short black hair had the same tell-tale spikes if softer and shorter.  

Kaiba sent another message. If you don't claim him, you're fired 

#yugioh #my fanfiction #i have no name for this and and thus no true title tag for you to follow #so let's just use #um #claimed child AU #wip #snippet #seto kaiba #yugi muto #dad yugi

[psychotic4ghost]

Blood Under The Bridge A story by Psychotic4Ghost

Chapter 1 - Decode The Ghost

TW: Strong Language ♡ Light mentions of alcohol ♡ ♡ Masterlist | chapter 2 ♡ WC: 1.5k ♡ A/N: This has been in the works for awhile now and I'm really proud of how it's turned out so far. My best friend is helping me edit this story and I couldn't be more grateful to her. Sorry for making y'all wait, but without further ado, here's chapter one c:

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Gentle snowfall covered the streets below Mykie Jamison’s apartment balcony. The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee filled her nostrils as she watched the hustle of the night life, cyclists dodged inattentive walkers as they strolled the streets, paying more focus to their phones than their surroundings. Phones; small little devices that the world put all their information into. Credit card details, social security number, loved ones names, the first street they lived on, and more, all at their fingertips. All at her fingertips. Behind her, through the open door of her loft, sat her laptop on her couch, just waiting for her to work her magic. 

Her current hit was a small business, one that had been basically robbing people of their money. Overcharging for a product that was barely worth the price. Mykie’s goal was to rewire the money so she could return it to its rightful owners, but not before taking her cut. She pushed off the railing where she stood, turning on her heels; her chestnut hair flowing in the cool breeze behind her as it settled at the mid of her back. 

Her apartment was decent. The walls were intact and the hot water worked. It was more than she could ask for, especially at the price point. She curled back into her spot on the couch, leaving the breeze a way to sneak past her cracked balcony door. The blinding white lights of her laptop illuminated her pale skin while her jade gaze lasered in on her task. Her ruby red nails tapped away at the keyboard until she heard that sweet, sweet sound of her banking app’s notification. Success. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Another promotion?” one of Mykie’s friends, Joey, asked as they sat at a small high top table in a local bar.

“Yup, I’m on a roll.” Mykie raised her glass to her lightly painted, rosy lips. She had another successful night and had a little extra spending money on hand so she offered to take her friends out for drinks. 

“I dunno how you do it, mate. Three promotions in just two months. But I won’t say no to free drinks.” The blonde known as Mary, raised their glass in a cheer. 

“So, where do ya work again Rose?” Joey asked.  Rose, an alias. The same one written on her bank forms, and any other legal form for that matter. 

“Just some dumb firm. Nothing crazy, desk work.” Mykie made a shooing motion with her hand with a British accent heavy on her lips. While it was convincing, it was far from the truth. 'Rose' might've been born and raised in London for all these people knew but, Mykie was a purebred Scot.

A few weeks rolled by as Mykie droned on with her life; reading new books, trying new foods and upgrading her tech when she could. On one snowy night, she happened to be scrolling through some random Facebook posts about long lost people from her past when a picture of her father resurfaced. She scrunched her nose at the sight of him. He was donned up in his military garb. Typical brown camo with patches littering his chest and shoulders. A British flag next to a Scottish one, SAS, and one that caught her eye, 141. 

Mykie examined the post more. It was private, meaning that she shouldn’t be able to see this photo. She had never viewed it before in her childhood home so, why is it showing up on the internet of all places? "In Loving Memory" was written at the top of the post. 

She hated the fact that he was even given a memorial post after what he did. She tossed the thought to the side and decided to dig more on the 141 badge. After endless hours of scrolling and research, she couldn’t find anything on what the 141 could mean. Maybe it was a squad number? Her father was a captain at some point, just before he was discharged. 

“I shouldn’t…” Mykie muttered to herself. She tapped her chin in contemplation, what she was thinking of doing was beyond illegal. The FBI could end up on her tail if she wasn’t careful. With a heavy sigh, the woman knew she couldn't resist the risk. So, she popped open a bottle of bourbon, cracked her knuckles, and jumped down the 141 rabbit hole.

Bingo.

“Task Force 141…He was a part of a task force?” she asked the empty air around her. More files popped up as she continued to weed through all the information. “Captain Rodney Jamison. Discharged for violent acts in 2009… John Price, promoted to Captain of the 141 in 2011.” Mykie’s eyes scanned the pages about John Price, taking in as much as she could about him. He had a goofy smile and a fisherman hat in one of his photos, the others remained more professional. 

“Soap? Who the fuck calls themselves ‘Soap’?” Mykie exclaimed out loud. “John “Soap” MacTavish. That’s a Scottish name if I ever did hear one.” 

Another name crossed her screen, “Kyle “Gaz” Garrison. Pretty standard I guess.”

Mykie continued to read each person's file until she got to a particularly interesting one. 

Ghost.

All it said was Ghost. No name, no picture, and barely any information. This bugged Mykie. No, it really bugged her. Not having the information after all the time she spent working on this felt like a defeat and despite all she had found, it felt fleeting. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Nights had passed as Mykie slaved away at her computer. She was determined to find out more about this Ghost individual. Even just a name would ease her tensions. But ultimately, the name was nowhere to be found. It was like whoever this person was, never actually existed and was planted here just to mess with Mykie. 

Frustrated, she slammed her laptop shut and threw it onto the couch next to her. She ran her hands through her hair.

 “A run. I need a fucking run.” Mykie pushed herself from her couch and gathered gear for her night excursion. She lived in a small neighborhood in London. It had nice paths for morning jogs and parks for relaxing. Small shops and cafes lined the streets near her apartment with heavy foot traffic of the morning goers hurrying to their jobs. 

Mykie had a route, one she walked when she was too in her head about something. She had taken the path many times before but something felt different this time. Someone felt different this time. There were some people that Mykie would see every time she did this run; older people sitting on the benches by the ponds, the same kids who would play on the playset each morning before school but it was her, the blonde. Every time Mykie would pass a certain part, she’d see her, the same lady with blonde hair pulled back into a bun and a deep blue trench coat. 

Mykie cut her run short, she was too spooked to continue. She doubled back down a path that led to her complex. Quickly, without stopping to breathe, she made it to her front door. 

“Okay, that’s it, I’ve lost my fucking mind.” Mykie ran both her hands through her sweat drenched hair. Her lungs felt thick as she pushed the icy air from them. 

The shower head spilled hot water over Mykie’s shoulders as she replayed her morning over and over in her mind. Was she being followed? She couldn’t have been, she knew everyone in the town and she covered her tracks well enough. The hacker did her best to force the thoughts into the back of her mind as she made breakfast. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Another week passed by Mykie. She was starting to feel uneasy every time she left her apartment because she saw the same woman out of the corner of her eye everywhere she went. In the supermarket, the café, bars, bus stops, and even the library. Everywhere Mykie went, she saw the same lady but always in her peripherals. She started locking herself in her apartment and succumbed to only delivery for her food. But, money was running low and Mykie hadn’t hit another business in awhile. Her mind wasn’t in a working condition for her to do the things she needed to do. 

A quick knock broke Mykie from her thoughts. It was her front door, someone was knocking. She didn’t order any take out or deliveries, so there was no reason for someone to be knocking on her door. Panic flooded her mind as she pulled herself from her bedroom floor where she was sat. 

Her hand wrapped around the cold doorknob in what felt like slow motion. Another quick knock hit the door, startling Mykie as she gripped the handle tighter before twisting it to the left. With a quick tug of the handle it opened only for the same blonde hair and blue trench coat to  be staring back at Mykie however this time, piercing blue eyes stared back. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

#BloodUnderTheBridge #BUTB #AStoryByPsychotic4Ghost #call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #mw2 #simon riley #ghost mw2 #simon riley call of duty #ghost call of duty #mw2 simon riley #oc #simon x mykie #ghost x mykie #mykie “siren” jamison #Mykie Jamison

[andromebaa]

Despair’s Legacy

A Danganronpa AU

Part 2 - The Legacy Students Here are the first half of the Legacy students!

Sid & Joey

The silly guys! Sid and Joey are the oldest kids? (I think I made them like 19 initially but I'm still calling them kids I don't care) out of the Legacy Students. Thought it would be fun to have twin characters because as we all know twins are not at all significant to the plot of DR I only had to make one sprite yey. Their main personality trait as a pair is the pretty stereotypical wacky, prank-pulling twins. Sid's technically the older twin and is a bit more aggressive and weirder. Joey is more charismatic and friendly. They dress and act the same in public-facing situations for shits and gigs but they do have distinctly different personalities. I'm not sure I'm like, entirely happy with how I initially characterised them. They just felt too similar to Leon at some points but eh. Had a mini freak out because I wasn't sure if wacky coloured hair is like....genetic in the DR universe?! Whatever.

Daiya

Oh Daiya. Daiya, Daiya, Daiya. She was the first OC I created for this thing and the one who I spent the most time on. I thought it'd be cute if Taka's daughter took one look at Mondo and was like you are my entire personality now. He's definitely a father figure to her (Ishimondo was end game in this AU btw, also on that note any father/mother pairings in this AU do not equal couples or anything. That was all done out of fulfilling the contracts. Half of them are gay/queer in some way I promise) Anyway, I always kind of pictured her as a rebel - as much as she could be in such an intimate place. Getting answers wrong in class on purpose, and hanging out in areas she's not supposed to be in. A big part of the plot of the AU hinges on her creating a club with the sole intent of escaping the school. Her dream is to travel across the land Mad Max style. Daiya ended up being the more or less 'antagonist' archetype for this AU. I still kind of flip-flop between giving her delinquent and queen bee bully personality. The twins are her lackeys.

Ren

Sad girl hours time! Ren is a jumpy, skittery mess. She knows her existence was a mistake, so she spends her time desperately trying to make up for it.

She loves being around children and is the designated babysitter for the younger Legacy Students. When she's not being mercilessly bullied by Daiya or alienating herself from others, she also likes to make toys. Another really big aspect of this AU is that Toko voluntarily locks herself away (to protect the others from Genocider), so Ren takes it upon herself to act as her caretaker. I'm still kind of working out what her relationship with Byakuya is. I definitely made it more fractured in the original concept, but I don't think he would be that cold to his own child.

Kaito

Hi I am very unhealthy about Kaito he is my favourite. Before you ask, I made him before V3 came out and I absolutely refuse to change his name even though it makes everything I write really confusing (I think he'd get along really well with V3 Kaito though) He's my favourite attempt at mixing two Danganronpa characters together and creating an amalgamation because he ended up becoming a chill and friendly surfer vibe new age one with the universe bro friend. Also he's a blind seer who kickstarts the AU story with a horrifying vision so that's always fun! He's definitely one of the most complex Legacy students because he has tons of layers to him. Something something happiest people are always y'know - not.

Yukihiko

Ah yes, gotta have the quiet, stoic guy who stands in the corner. Yuki start off a lot meaner/more sarcastic when I first made him but then I was like nah I kinda like making him the guy who says like five words a day and judges you quietly from a distance. I was also going to make him more martial arts focused but I ended up making him more into meditation once I figured out his whole thing, that being he's afraid of his own power so he tries to keep himself in a calm state as much as he can.

and that's all the older kids! If anyone ever wants to discuss them or anything I am always open lmao they've rotted my brain for like 6 - 7 years so I have some weird ass lore for all of them.

Part 1 - - - Part 3

#despair's legacy #danganronpa #danganronpa ocs #oc #au #i am not an artist

[vampireninjabunnies-blog]

WIP Wednesday (I'm not late. You guys were just early lol)

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton,@direwombat and@inafieldofdaisies

Bearer of Bad News

Joey Hudson

This was the worst part of the job. And she shouldn't be the one doing it. Damn it Whitehorse should be here walking up the steps to John's front door. The autumn breeze sent a chill down her spine. It was eerie for the ranch to be this quiet. The Peggies standing nearby eyed her suspiciously. Normally the ones in Holland Valley were quite a bit friendlier than the rest elsewhere. It made her nervous.

"Relax Joey." Danny squeezed her shoulder lightly and gave her a small smile. "You being tense won't make this any better. Let's get it over with."

She knocked sharply on the door when they finally reached it, waiting patiently as the sound of footsteps grew louder. When the door opened it was Joseph who greeted them.

"Deputy Hudson, Deputy Trevor. How can we help you?"

They had very few interactions with Joseph in the past. Only occasionally seeing him with Jerome or his brothers. Whitehorse usually handled Joseph. In many ways he intimidated Joey the most, though she couldn't quite figure out why.

"May we come in? We need to speak to John." Danny thankfully didn't sound nearly as hesitant as she felt.

Joseph motioned for them to come in, watching them closely. His gaze unsettling and hard to read behind the yellow tint of his glasses.

"Who is it? Has someone heard something?!"

The sound of their voices must have carried because John came rushing in from the other room. Joey had never seen him like this. Normally so well put together, John's hair was disheveled and clothes were in disarray. He was visibly sleep deprived and from what she could tell had likely been drinking.

"Hudson,Trevor? Why are you here? Did you find her?" His voice was strained, pleading. It broke her heart.

Danny looked at her, both of them trying to find the words.

She pulled a small chain from her pocket, a dainty gold wedding band hanging from it. The glimmer of hope that had been shining in his eyes died when she handed it to him.

"I'm sorry John. This is all we found. And it's already been several weeks and-"

His eyes widened staring at her. "No no...you have to keep looking. You have to..."

Danny put a tentative hand on his shoulder "She couldn't swim John, the odds that we'll find anything now. Look we're sorry but"

John fell to his knees begging them to keep looking. His words muddled behind incoherent sobbing. Joey took note of the vague look of disdain behind the veil of sympathy on Joseph's face as he stared at his baby brother. Danny led her out when he motioned for them to leave. Muttering another apology as they left.

Joseph held John whispering in his ear. "I'm sorry John. I'm sorry they gave up."

John looked up at him, his eyes red. For just a moment Joseph saw nothing of the grown man he'd found in Atlanta. Instead the little toddler wailing in the corner after their father had beat him. He ignored the twisting gnawing feeling of remorse in his gut. An opportunity had presented itself and intended to take it. Touching his forehead to John's.

"You put too much faith in these sinners John. They don't care. Of course they would give up on one of ours. Have faith brother. Atonement will come."

Danny paused, drumming his fingers on the open car door looking back at the ranch.

Joey leaned on the roof "What's the matter?"

"You see the look on Joseph's face? Not so sure that wreck was an accident."

They climbed into the car. She looked at him with doubt. " I don't know Danny. You might be reaching there. I mean his own brother?"

He started the engine and pulled out of the drive toward Fall's End.

"Maybe but something don't feel right here. Somehow we're gonna get the blame for this. Whole lot trouble coming our way Joey."

She sighed staring out the window at the glaring Peggie faces as they drove by, wishing again that Whitehorse had come instead of them. Maybe Danny was right. Damn it this really was the worst part of the job. Being the bearer of bad news.

#wip wednesday #joey hudson #john seed #joseph seed #far cry 5

[mlobsters]

supernatural s9e6 heaven can't wait (w. robert barens)

first episode with this writer. not sure i'm in the best mindset to do this but let's try. suicide hotline straight out of the gate not helping

i'm glad misha played this bit with the machine straight, i was more worried that he was going to be touching his phone with wet sticky fingers

sam looking especially giant next to kevin like this

so i can't imagine they'd recycle the exact same plot of cas getting wooed by pretty lady who's actually trying to kill him, but if she's above board she.... needs to raise her standards and stick to the no dating your employees rule.

DEAN Were they all basket cases? SHERIFF If you asked me to make a list of this county's saddest sacks, these four would've been right on top.

right, again, nothing new. but i'm tired of how they talk about mental illness. also. it's me, hi, i'm the saddest sack, it's me. literally have sad sack in my twitter profile. anyway i know this is before the always keep fighting campaign and jared talking about his experiences with mental illness

unclear how bodily tissues and clothes all turn into bright pink residue for everyone

the mushy music swells

dean's being kind of an asshole here to cas about him having to work at the gas station. like it's so funny, he's dealing with being human for the first time (and the writers have made him very clueless) and you kicked him out your home and he had nothing and nowhere to stay so he was supposed to .... do what exactly

CROWLEY You think you can threaten me with that hack?! She's all fury, no finesse. SAM I'm not so sure. Our last encounter with Abaddon, she was, uh – she was pretty terrifying. Scarier than you've been in years.

laughed out loud at sam's not remotely subtle attempts to make crowley jealous

CASTIEL You are a hunter. DEAN And you're a hunter in training, remember? CASTIEL Yeah, I remember. You said I sucked. DEAN I didn't say that. I said that there was, uh, uh, you know, "room for improvement." Come on. CASTIEL All right, my shift's over in five minutes, and my date's not until later, so... DEAN Attaboy! I'll go get the car.

kinda treating cas like a doormat. feel like he should be more pissed at dean than he is. then again i thought dean should have been more pissed at him a whole bunch of times so. even steven

DEAN What, you're saying an angel did this? CASTIEL It's no ordinary angel. Dean, this is bad. This is very bad.

you've heard of arch angels but what if i told you there were super mega bad arch angels

getting dean's quick guide to dating

okay boss lady, next time you're trying to ask if someone can babysit, mention the baby. and the sitting. and the babysitting

LOL like drawing blood works like this. this show and needles is so goofy :p most shows are. but like you can just jab a needle straight down into your arm and draw blood is especially goofy.

know that i know the song cas is singing (believe it or not by joey scarbury) because george had an answering machine message spoof of it in an episode of seinfeld...

this baby is a DOLL! my god. precious 🥹

CASTIEL Nobody told you. Nobody explained. You're just … shoved out kicking and screaming into this human life, without any idea why any of it feels the way it feels, or why this confusion, which feels like it's … a hair's breadth (The baby stops crying.) from terror or pain. You know, just when you think you do understand, it'll turn out you're wrong. You didn't understand anything at all. Guess that's just how it is when you're new at this. You know, it wasn't that long ago when all I'd need to do to ease your pain was touch you.

i am glad they're addressing this aspect of how hard it would actually be to suddenly have to deal with being human for cas

reminiscing about the time dean was sweet with the shifter baby

s6e2 two and a half men because i'm soft for baby cuddles

curious where they're going with this and crowley. giving him a little mini redemption arc?

DEAN Listen, Cas … Back at the bunker, I, uh... Sorry I told you to go. I know it's been hard on you, you know, on your own. Well, you're adapting. I'm proud of you. CASTIEL Thank you, Dean. (Sighs) But there's something Ephraim said. The angels – they need help. Can I really sit this out? Shouldn't I be searching for a way to get them home? DEAN Me and Sam will take care of the angels. You're human now. It's not your problem anymore.

glad he apologized. i think he should have offered to help with money or something. should have given him a bundle when he booted him in the first place. if we're on the cas-is-family train, dean is good at taking care of people and knows what it's like to be food insecure and unhoused. he's falling down on that job with cas right now. if they want me to take their relationship as seriously as they talk it up to be, gotta follow through with more actions

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 9x06 #robert berens #believe it or not #seinfeld #george's message is gonna be stuck in my head for at least a day now #spn 6x02 #Youtube

[changingplumbob]

Villareal Household: Chapter 4, Part 5

Luna is having some trouble bonding with the boys so Devin is trying her best to find ways she can have positive interactions with them.

TW Deals with postpartum depression

In this part Luna gets some downtime while working from home. She and Devin have fun trying out different foods with the boys.

Quick diaper changes and I get ambitious. Will Devin be able to carry one twin in the back carrier and one in her arms, meaning only one trip to the nursery? It works! Alfred got picked up first since he was fussing but unfortunately this means Rilian gets put to bed first. Alfred is displeased.

Devin: Lullabies for everyone. Are we good

Rilian: *self soothes*

Alfred: *fusses*

Devin: Oh piccolo mio, it's okay. I know you were awake for a little bit long weren't you. I'm sorry. But now you get to have a nice long sleep

Returning to the kitchen Devin makes some meatballs to put in the fridge.

Luna wakes up feeling tense and uncomfortable. Seems she has too much milk on board. I was looking for moodlets as she slept to indicate if I had to wake her early but nothing showed up. Cancel her action queue, it's time to do some pumping.

Devin: Good morning amore

Luna: Is it

Devin: What's up Lu

Luna: I'm sore

Devin: How about you take the day off work, have a proper relax day

Luna: I'll take a day off but because I didn't finish my prep task. Maybe I could try working from home some days

Devin: You can do that?

Luna: Pretty sure

Devin: Do you want me to keep the boys out of your hair

Luna: No, I don't want to miss their milestones

Devin: They're asleep now but we could try some food with them later

Luna: That sounds fun

Devin: Yeah

Luna: It does. Hopefully it'll help

Devin: We're going to get through this Lu, I promise

For her next acting gig Devin has to research the playful emotion so bubble bath it is. She has fun splashing around despite having no rubber duck. Luna goes to garden but her workaholic nature is making her feel tense. Who is doing her work today? Are they doing it better than her?

Devin finds Luna amidst the fruit trees. She begins her jokes and silly behaviour. Luna being a childish sim loves it. Devin can see her wife is feeling tense so offers her a back massage to try help.

Luna: Thanks schatz

Devin: Anytime

Luna: I'm going to go write that paper now

Devin: Good luck

Joey: Yo what up sis

Devin: Puddles everywhere

Joey: Stupid plumbing. You guys all good

Devin: We're...

Luna: Working through it

Devin: It's an adjustment but we're doing it together

Luna: *mouths* thank you

Devin: How are you, finished that degree yet

Joey: There was a glitch, watcher is sorting it

Devin: Wake up Alfred, it's milk time

Alfred: *yawns*

Devin: You're so cute. Now mummy made this milk just for you so drink up.

Alfred: *suckles*

Devin: I wish there was something we could do to help all the gas, it must be so sore

Alfred: *burps*

Devin: Guess we could always do more of that

Devin: Wake up Rilian, your turn *puts Alfred down*

Alfred: *fusses in utter betrayal*

Rilian: *grumpy fussing*

Devin: There there piccolo mio, we have some nice milk from mummy today

While Rilian drinks up Alfred begins scooting around the edges of the cribs towards the large animal in the corner.

Alfred regards the bigfoot stuffy with interest. He's not sure what it is but he likes the pretty colours. Rilian gets the first diaper and outfit change while Alfred keeps looking about. Then Devin scoops Alfred up for the same. Eventually we're ready to try more food.

Luna: I'm still so tense

Devin: That's the workaholic in you, but work will survive a day without you

Alfred: *looks quizzically*

Luna: What shall we try then

Devin: Ice cream

Luna: Right before naps, are you sure

Devin: It's not so much about them eating as trying new things

Luna: Here goes nothing

Luna: Open up schnucki

Alfred: *whimpers*

Devin: Keep going Lu

Luna keeps working on feeding Alfred while Devin is busy with Rilian. He's unsure about ice cream.

Luna: *laughing*

Devin: What did I miss

Luna: He loved it. He's such a mess

Devin: I think Rilian is heading in the same messy direction

Devin: Amore take some photos! You can look at them at work

Luna: Can I do that?

Devin: I'm not saying blackmail them with them. If it's making you smile about them, that's another step in the right direction

Luna: You're right. Quick photos then

Devin: Smile bambinos

Luna: Now it's time to clean schnucki

All clean the boys get set down for naps on their playmats. The mats have been brought out so Luna can look at them occasionally while she works on her research paper. Lullabies music is on the stereo and soon enough the boys both fall asleep.

Devin has some time to work on her acting, she reaches level 9. Then she starts making some spaghetti for dinner. Luna hears when Alfred wakes up and sets about feeding him a bottle of milk. Rilian toots himself awake.

Luna: You go with mama

Alfred: *coos*

Devin: Down we go

Luna: Schnucki do you want some milk

Alfred: *coos quizzically*

Devin: Don't worry caro, after mummy is done she'll bring Rilian. After we eat you can try some more food

Luna: Doesn't that sound good huh

Alfred: coo ba boo

Devin: DID YOU HEAR

Luna: It sounded like-

Devin: It was a BABBLE! He babbled

Rilian: *coos*

Luna: Aw, Rilian is happy for him

Devin: Of course he is, Alfred just babbled

Luna: We must be doing something right

Rilian: *smiles*

Alfred: ca boo ba

Devin: Aw there he goes again

Luna: Well done schnucki

Devin: Here comes the pumpkin plane

Luna: Woosh, open the runway

Devin: Unsure about this too caro

Luna: Alfred likes it. Shall we do peas next

Devin: Rilian isn't sure if he should eat it or paint with it

Luna: Alfred is pulling yuck faces but he's still scoffing

Devin: Are you a little messy eater

Luna: I'm sure Alfred grabbed hold of the spoon then

Devin: You know Rilian did that earlier, let's try some finger foods

Luna: Good idea, I'll do some washing up

Both boys are unsure of banana slices, guess they need teeth first.

Luna: I think I need to pump, can you get them to bed for me schatz

Devin: I can. Say goodnight to mummy boys

Luna: Mummy loves you both, yes I do

While Luna pumps Devin gets the boys in their cribs.

Alfred: *cries* boo ba ba

Devin: I know you can't reach caro but it's time to go night night. Here you are Rilian, all snug

Alfred: *fusses*

Devin: Sleep well bambinos

Devin: You seemed better today

Luna: I felt a little better

Devin: You were actively praising the boys, laughing and smiling, I've missed that

Luna: Post partum depression is no joke

Devin: You looked it up then

Luna: Dr Google

Devin: Did that help

Luna: Knowing I'm not the only one who experiences-

Luna: -it, that helped. And your support

Devin: I'm here for whatever you need amore mio, we're partners

Luna: It might take a while but I think I'm past the worst of it

Devin: Even if you're not-

Luna: I know. But I am wanting to do something I haven't done in a while

Devin: You mean *giggles*

Previous Part ... Next Part

#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #rotation7 #ChangingPlumbobStoryime #RilianVillareal #DevinVillareal #AlfredVillareal #LunaVillareal #FoodFace #MessyEater #R0707

[siriannatan]

A random thing part 2

Imma just do it and post the whole thing...

So here's part 2

AO3

It was weird for Scott to sit with an empty seat to his right, between him and Lizzie but they still silently agreed to keep Jimmy's seat free just in case. Not as weird as having fWhip's for now empty seat to his left. All the rulers were still gathering in the meeting hall. Gem was already there, clearly offended that she was not seated to fWhip's left. Katherine was still to his right due to House Blossom's influence and a wide net of relations and alliances. Scott being to fWhip's left made sense since Rivendell was the oldest of all empires, with Lizzie being second. And Scott himself was the oldest ruler... He didn't think the new seating was at all influenced by the mages' issue. At least Sausage didn't look too bothered as he chatted with Pearl over Gem's head. With Joey separating Joel and him. And Pix's still empty seat between Katherine and Shrub.

Pix arrived soon with fWhip coming in almost right after him. He did look more put together but Scott could see through it, the Lord Emperor was still tired. He didn't say anything, it was not his place to do so but he did keep it in mind. With all the paperwork done, he had some more free time and could maybe try to think of a not-too-rude way to help. Seeing as he had the most experience out of all of them at being Lord Emperor.

The meeting started with Sausage, Pearl and Pix complaining about bandits attacking their borders from the western no-mans lands. Katherine was rather invested in it too since it was rather close to her lands.

"You can do anything you think necessary, and if you need any help from anyone else I would like to hope they would help," all the rulers offered nods and their support. No one wanted any bandits attacking their trade routes so the faster it's dealt the better. "Second big thing," fWhip hummed, almost sighing. "With the defeat of the demon and the evil elven god Exor, elves started awakening magic again and Gem is rather worried about it. Scott already explained it to me but, if you wouldn't mind, could you tell everyone?"

Scott would not mind at all but before he could say anything the door opened and in walked... Jimmy. At least Scott thought the handsome, tall, blonde, built like a statue of gods merfolk was Jimmy. He had Jimmy's hair and a cute smile so...

"I'm very sorry I'm late," he apologised. It took a lot of self-control for Scott to not run to him for a hug.

"You can explain later, take a seat for now," fWhip waved him off pointing to the seat on Scott's right. "Carry on."

"Of course," Scott nodded. "In the past six hundred years no elf was born with magical abilities and most who had magic slowly lost it. The remaining few mages and I speculate it had to do with Exor's influence and now, with him sealed away elves are regaining their magic, not as explosively and violently as I did but I'm a bit of a special case since Aeor was involved," he explained while keeping an eye on Gem's reactions. She didn't seem too impressed. "Most elves have very limited magical abilities, enough to make some light and sparkles, only some are capable of becoming great mages, but without proper training, all can be dangerous, mostly to themselves. My mages want to teach the populace to control their magic. It would also help to find those with more talent..."

"I can not allow it," Gem protested. "The Cliffs Academy can..."

"Gem. It's Scott's turn to explain," fWhip cut her with a warning glare. 

"We're talking about a population of a whole country here, Gem, can the cliffs fit that many people? And what about their everyday jobs? Not even talking about differences in how humans form spells and how elves do it," Scott carried on, doing his best to not be to annoyed. "We saw what happened when you tried to teach me to control my magic," he added, not yet feeling like he should mention tiny children. "If not for my advisors I would go right to the Rivendell mages, unfortunately, we were in a hurry. I visited them for pointers before leaving for my exile and with that managed to get it under control. I would, for the safety of all parties prefer if my citizens learned from my mages," he finished and gave fWhip a nod before sitting down.

"Gem?" fWhip turned to his sister. "Why can't I let Scott deal with it?"

"We have no idea who his mages are and..." she protested.

"From what I know they have at least six hundred years of magical knowledge and understand elven magic more than anyone else. And as Scott said, we're talking about a whole country needing to learn, I doubt Cliffs have enough personnel to deal with that? Scott? At what age do elves manifest magic?" he asked.

"Well, I received reports of children as young as two manifesting magical ability," Scott said a bit coldly. He was not sending his people to Gem's little school. "Highly unstable magical ability needing very careful handling no elf needed in six hundred years."

"And humans?" fWhip asked Gem. 

"Around sixteen..." she admitted a bit bitterly. "But that's not what I'm worried about. Magic is powerful if a war..."

"In the whole history of Rivendell, mages partook in wars three times, every time when the opponents also had strong combat mages, and they mostly focus on enchantments, I have no plans of changing that tradition," Scott cut her. He was a bit shocked fWhip didn't stop him.

fWhip only hummed. "Anyone else wants to add something?" he asked looking over other emperors. 

Sausage raised his arm. "I think Scott should take care of his people, teaching this many people can upset the way the academy works. And his mages understand what his people need, but, so everyone is happy I'd like to offer that a mage from Cliffs visits elven mages and talks with them?" he proposed. 

"Would you mind that?" fWhip asked Scott. 

"No, that should be fine," Scott shook his head.

"Gem?"

"I... I can work with that," she sighed but still glared at Scott. The white streak was still present in her hair. "If you need any help from Cliffs we will help," she added, probably to save face. 

"Excellent," fWhip nodded. "I approve Rivendell building any facilities they need and all that, but a mage from Cliffs will be coming for monthly visitations for a period of one year to make sure everyone is safe..."

No one had any problems with that so they moved to the surprise third issue - Cod Empire being suddenly back. "So, care to explain where you were? All this traditional stuff was rather vague," fWhip shifted slightly to focus on Jimmy.

"Well," Jimmy chuckled standing up. He got real tall in those two years. Like seven to eight feet tall. "I kind of went through puberty but it required me to be in a special pod for an undisclosed amount of time, it's supposed to take less than a year but cod gods got involved and it took longer," he explained. "And my council tried to meddle so... yeah, they kind of got struck by thunder..." he added and fell silent.

The whole room was silent for a moment before fWhip nodded and moved the meeting forward. 

Scott zoned most of it out slowly realising he was seated between two very handsome men. Whatever puberty merfolk go through hit Jimmy like a boulder. His previously awkwardly long limbs finally fit him. His face was a bit sharper and his teeth... Scott thought he only had a thing for fWhip's teeth but Jimmy's sharp, needle-like teeth were making it for him as well. And his arms... unlike fWhip, Jimmy had no trouble with exposed skin or tight clothing, he never did but it was so much worse for Scott's poor feelings now. His strong arms were in full view. Faint scales reflected the light as muscles shifted under tan skin. The tight tunic he wore exposed his shoulders, it covered his neck almost to his gills. Scott was glad they were sitting, mostly because of Jimmy's tight pants. Skin tight, dark green, matching the tunic pants that fit him like a second skin.

Then there was fWhip. Looking like he was about to pass out as Katherine droned off about trade routes and some deliveries that went missing where they should have not. Wrapped in a thick knit scarf and his leather trenchcoat was modified to fit his wings. With his wings almost serving as a mobile blanket. , Scott had no idea why fWhip wasn't using magic to hide his wings.  Maybe no one ever taught him that trick? His goggles were fighting with the scarf for room around his neck since the Lord's crown had to stay a crown and could not be made into horn decoration unlike the Grimlands crown - golden bands decorated with gems and chains affixed on his horns. fWhip's choice of knee-high boots meant his pants were nearly as tight as Jimmy's... And he just could not sit straight and be constantly shuffling and fidgeting. And, being a half-dragon radiated inhuman amounts of heat that were in no way unpleasant to Scott's always cold self.

The mix of that heat and Jimmy's new storm-like aura had Scott silently fighting to pay attention to what was happening. The fact that almost none of it was connected to him anymore did not help. He did not care about Joel and Joey's arguments any more than absolutely necessary. At least the meeting eventually ended and Scott could do several things. Wait for Lizzie to stop talking Jimmy's head off for just vanishing and not explaining himself properly and talking with him after. He could talk to Gem. Or... He could talk to fWhip to see how he was doing. Or just go home.

He decided to just go home. On paper, he and Jimmy were just friends and allies. Nothing more. Nothing more, so it might have been weird if he was too eager to talk to him. Instead, he bid his farewell to fWhip and said something about sending some documents about the whole mage thing to him and Gem and left. Jimmy knew where to find him if he wanted to talk. And it would be much more private too.

At home, he dealt with the necessary paperwork to get all the previously prepared plans for magic classes for the public and once that was done... dismissed all the helpers and took the rest of the day off. Only the necessary staff was allowed to stay in the palace, with explicit instructions to stay out of Scott's way as much as possible. 

Since the weather in Rivendell was nice, a bit chilly but that was normal, he decided to spend his day in the gardens. Tending the more resistant to cold, harsh mountain climate plants. Tiny little flowers clinging to rocks in the harsh winds. Thorny vines with few thick leaves. And snow roses, delicate blue flowers usually growing in protected from wind crevices. All the other flowers were in carefully constructed greenhouses at the back of the palace. It was among these bushes that he got surprised by a pair of strong, bare arms picking him up and pulling him into a tight hug. 

"Jimmy, I'm holding very sharp shears," Scott scolded the swamp merling ruler. There was no bite in his voice though. If anything he sounded fond, and if anyone pointed that out they's join his new ice statue collection. "How many times do I have to tell you to put on a jacket before coming over? Your arms are shaking from the cold," he sighed as Jimmy just held him close. "Jimmy... Love?"

"Mhm?" Jimmy hummed into Scott's hair. The elven king was glad he left his crown inside.

"Want to go inside and have some tea and treats with me? Cuddle a bit more?" Scott offered, rubbing Jimmy's arms. "I missed you too, Jim, I really did," he sighed.

That seemed to be just what Jimmy was waiting for and Scott was gently let go and instantly dragged his guest inside and to the less formal part of the palace. Close to Scott's bedroom, in case they wanted a nap... or more... Not that they ever went that far. Not with Scott's, now frozen, meddling advisory council. Keywords - now frozen. Not that Scott would push Jimmy to do anything, cuddles were nice too. As they entered Scott called out for tea and snacks to be brought up to the informal sitting room and dragged Jimmy there. Neither of them could hold back their grins, but who would blame two just reunited after two years of lovers? 

"You got tall," Scott pouted as they cuddled under a shared blanket. Jimmy would not let him sit anywhere but in his lap.

"You like me being tall," Jimmy huffed fondly. "Joel would not let me go with how upset he was. Not that Lizzie was willing to help me go away," he sighed, glaring at the cup of tea in Scott's hands.

"You could have some tea if you didn't insist on holding me all the time," Scott chuckled, noticing the glare out of the corner of his eye. "You know how hard it was to not run up to you when you walked in all tall and handsome with this dumb smile of yours? If it were Katherine I would..." he admitted, setting the cup on its little plate. "I wanted to touch you the whole meeting but that would be inappropriate," he added shuffling to sit sideways, to better look at Jimmy, of course.

"Apparently fWhip had to stop Katherine from marching her troops here, multiple times," Jimmy hummed. "At least according to Joel. Lizzie grumbled something about him not letting her take care of my lands... I doubt she'd be willing to let me move back in and rule on my own without an argument."

Scott huffed and gave Jimmy's nose a little kiss. Now, that was curious. "Katherine didn't tell me anything about that, or Joey and Xornoth for that matter," he sighed, cuddling into Jimmy.

Jimmy nodded, gently petting Scott's back. "What happened to your wings?" he asked, clearly not too eager to talk about their closest friends wanting to take over their lands. 

"Oh, that. I learned how to hide them so they're not in the way, I might need your help preening them a bit more often though," he grinned and yelped as a cold hand snuck under his shirt. Even if cold did not bother him all that much it was still not the most pleasant. Especially since it meant his beloved was still cold. "You need to warm up, and drink some tea," he instantly started to fret and escape Jimmy's hold but to no avail. "Jimmmm~ please, I'm really worried here," he whined. That didn't work either.

"Don't you have a nice warm bed we can cuddle in to get warm?" Jimmy asked, right into Scott's ear with an unfamiliar undertone. He hoped it was lust and not tiredness or upcoming sickness.

Scott just happened to have a really warm and fluffy bed they could cuddle in so he took Jimmy right to it. Cuddles with a potentially shirtless, very handsome boyfriend were much nicer than the best cake and sweet treats his kitchen could make. Sorry kitchen staff, your pastries don't have abs.  But Jimmy did have abs, and very nice ones too as Scott discovered when Jimmy, with no issues, tossed most of his clothes off. He felt slightly self-conscious about his own lack of definition. Sure, Scott was pretty, he knew it well but Jimmy... he was hot. Very hot and... Scott felt a bit... he never felt like that before.

"Scott? You okay?" Jimmy asked taking Scott's face in his hands.

"I... yeah, just... How can you expect me to be normal when you're here being all handsome and stuff," he huffed, shuddering at how cold Jimmy's hands were still. "And your hands are still really cold."

Jimmy sighed. "I know, petal, I just really wanted to see you, I should have at least grabbed gloves" he smiled pushing some errand strands of hair off of Scott's face. "Want some help with the buttons?" he asked but did not wait and slowly started working on many buttons that keep Scott dressed. "I hope you haven't been overworking yourself as soon as you came back," he hummed working the buttons as Scott just relaxed and let him do as he pleased.

"Not as bad as fWhip seems to be. Though he did look a bit better today," the elf hummed, "but he looked half dead when I visited him on Tuesday."

"Could be because the meeting was close?" Jimmy wondered, freeing Scott from his jacket. He could only sigh at the even more buttons that hid under it. At least Scott looked good and was warm in all these layers. 

"I don't know. He moved his smaller projects to his office and they were dusty. His crossbow too," Scott sighed. He was a bit worried that fWhip was overdoing it but they weren't that close. Not anymore. "But he could just have had a busy week before I came back, it wasn't that much dust," he decided to be positive.

Jimmy hummed, fighting the urge to just rip Scott's shirt open. "We can try and keep an eye on him? Interfere if we decide he's overdoing it? He did keep our lands safe while we were gone, according to what Joel said," he proposed slowly undoing button after button. Scott would not appreciate his shirt being ripped, as attractive as he'd probably find it.

"Yeah, but what can we even do? It's not like he'll listen to us," Scott sighed, taking over the unbuttoning of his shirt. "We can't force him to rest."

"We could..." Jimmy hummed as he tried to come up with an idea. "I could hold him down while you guilt-trip him into resting?" he offered. His breath caught as more and more pale skin was exposed with the shirt sliding off of Scott's arms. 

The elf sighed and shook his head. "Forcing fWhip to rest might be the only option. Unfortunately," he sighed quickly removing his pants. "But that's for later, I want cuddles. And just how freakishly strong are you now?" Jimmy was shockingly strong for his slender build before puberty hit him with a boulder. "You're really sure you can?" fWhip was no pushover either.

"Of course, theoretically he'd be exhausted too," Jimmy's confident reply turned into a sigh. "You got so much prettier, you know..."

"Yes. Do you know who else is pretty?"Scott asked finally opening the last buttons of his shirt.

"fWhip?" 

"fWhip. And no touching until you get warmer," he huffed staring at Jimmy's hands. "What..." How could he miss these... Jimmy's fingers were covered in thin, resembling thunder scars. "Jimmy? What happened to your hands?" he asked, a bit more sternly than he wanted to.

"This stuff? Um... you remember how your magic gave you freeze-burn scars? My new thunder...um... lightning magic. Kind of did the same before I went into the pod. Kind of what tipped the priests I had to go in the pod," Jimmy explained, raising Scott's hands to his lips to kiss his fingers. "It doesn't hurt but my hands get colder easier, I should have told you sooner. Sorry.."

"It's fine, we're not used to having time to talk about things we think are small. We never had that much time before." Scott assured with a small smile. "Now enough about feelings, cuddles," he decided and pulled his shirt off. He tossed his pants off on his way to the bed.

Jimmy for a second stared at the complicated, resembling a snowflake pattern of runes on his upper back. It spread to his lower back and neck a little too. The sigil hiding his wings. "My advisors said they'll take care of re-settling and that I need to rest since I like just left the pod," Jimmy chattered following Scott. "I'm supposed to not overexert myself for a few days. Like, no duties for a week unless I'm absolutely necessary like today's meeting for example," he grinned and pulled Scott into a hug. "And you no longer have your advisors to get in our way..." one of his hands slid lower and lower to Scott's hips, stopping on the line of his underwear. 

"Feeling bold?" Scott chuckled leaning back into Jimmy.

"There are no more advisors that would get in the way," the blonde seemed to shrug. "They always seemed to get in the way whenever I tried."

"But now they're not here..." Scott grinned and finally kissed him properly for the first time since their date.

#my stuff #my stories #fanfiction #empires smp #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott #empires jimmy

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Glee Musical Retrospective: Hair/Crazy in Love (Hairography)

Sung by: New Directions Original Artist(s): from Hair Soundtrack/Beyonce feat. Jay-Z

Hey! I'm back! I promise I didn't forget about this project, I just needed to take a step back for a moment. I'm actually really enjoying doing the in depth dive on all the music - it's been pretty fun.

Anyway... oof. This one. This is kind of a precursor to Run Joey Run - in which it is supposed to be /not good/ in a comedic way and, well, falls a little flat. Or maybe I've just seen it a hundred times now? But unlike Run Joey Run (or, say, Push It) it just doesn't have the repay value as some of those other 'bad' performances.

Story Analysis

It's funny - Sue says to Will, later on in the series, that he must have been really tired when he came up with this number. And I kind of wonder if the writers had a moment where they were just... tired. Not every moment in a tv show is going to be the best - and this whole number screams -- this was an interesting idea at the time but maybe didn't work exactly how we expected it to.

The purpose of this number is very straightforward. It's about looking (and I suppose sounding?) crazy. I mean, I can see how it felt pretty ingenious to find a Beyonce song that featured the lyric: "Got me looking so crazy right now" over and over again. And then to mash up with a song about hair... I mean, I can see how the writers thought this was a brilliantly stupid idea when they came up with it.

The 'comedy' I suppose is supposed to be from all the hair swinging around and the ridiculous choreography where the kids are literally just swinging their heads around and prancing around the room. I don't fully get the purpose of the weirdly, overt sexual component of the girls all jumping on a guy and, like, fake humping them. But it did add another layer of crazy onto the already bonkers performance.

[As an aside - the fact that Will came with all of this -- including a moment where the guys are mimicking anal to the girls -- is just, ick. I'm glad he feels shameful during the whole performance. Shame on you, Will. Shame.]

But really - the full purpose of the song is to show how all the hair and the ridiculousness can't really mask a bad performance. And how real music comes from your heart -- a message that will be amplified when the deaf choir sings Imagine next.

Interestingly - there's a whole other tangent to go down about how music has many purposes, and how a there's a place and time for low quality, club music -- and not every single musical number needs to be a genius work of art, but I digress.

Technical Thoughts

Okay. First I want to start off with the fact that this is barely a mash up. There are a few moments where the lyrics of 'Hair' are thrown in, but it's so far removed from the original that when I finally heard the original for the first time, I couldn't believe it was the same music. I get why on paper it makes sense, I do - but I think losing one song nearly completely into the mash up doesn't make it all compelling. And one of the reasons mash ups are so fun is the way the songs complement each other. I'll have to keep an eye out for it - but this might be one of the weakest mash ups the show does.

Vocally, it's not bad at all. Interesting fact - I guess Cory and Mark were supposed to be leads on this, but they gave it to Kevin instead. I agree with that decision - Kevin has a much better pop and hip hop voice and can handle back up Beyonce songs way better. Mercedes is on lead - which is great for the song. Amber Riley sounds fantastic on this, and I'm glad to see that even within early season 1 she's already really working on her voice and it shows.

My one kind of, idk, eye-roll? is the that Glee is still trying to go for realism, and that it's the kids who are creating all the music. But it's fairly obvious that the music is all put through a synthesizer or auto-tuned or whatever or mixed in a way that gives it a more electronic sound. I'm not sure if it's done out of time -- or because they wanted to sound like the original -- but nothing about this performance sounds like a show choir. (Oh - and my usual obligatory comment about how it sounds like they doubled the tracks on the back up vocals again.)

But... despite the choreography being insane - Glee rarely compromises when it comes to sound. At the end of the day, they still want to sell music and make money off it, so it's always going to sound good. (Mostly - there are some exceptions - and boy will I get there :D)

vs. The Studio Recording: It's the same song. Not really anything to comment on. Though - I'll say without the distraction (ha) of the visuals, you can appreciate Artie and Mercedes's vocals more.

vs. The Original Version (Crazy in Love): Other than adding some lyrics from Hair into a few places, they didn't stray from the original arrangement. I can see how the choreography was influenced by the music video, too. But there's a huge difference between the stylized music video full of professionals - and the Glee kids. And yes, I get that it was somewhat intentional for the comedy of the moment and the purpose of the scene but... eesh.

vs. The Original Version (Hair): I linked the 1979 version, because I find it fascinating. You can see some slight influences in choreography -- the way the prisoners are throwing themselves around - feels a lot like the way they incorporate the throwing themselves around in the Glee number.

Also - what even is this musical?? I mean, I read the synopsis -- as a rock musical set in the 60s. It seems absolutely wild, but the song is really catchy, and I kind of wished they had just done this number. Granted, out of context it would make even less sense, but still. Also, I'm kind of fascinated by how hair is seen politically, but that's really getting off point...

Also going to link the 2009 Tony Awards performance (Here) because I wonder if there was influence here, too! I'm sure it was somewhere in Ryan Murphy's head.

#the great glee rewatch #so's musical retrospective #Youtube