#radio bat selfie!

[radiomuseum]

Flower shirt and flower pants!

#selfie #radio bat selfie! #random picture lol

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DC x DP Prompt

To the delight of Gotham's citizens, and the dismay of her criminal underbelly, the GCPD has a new specialized unit that ACTUALLY apprehends criminals and brings them to justice!

It's a relatively small squad of mostly young adults, who looked fresh out of their teens. But age didn't matter once they got the work done. And they did, as they've already got criminals like Penguin, Riddler, and Bane behind bars for what looks to be 'for good'.

No one besides Commissioner Gordan knows anything about the squad as they operate as a mostly separate entity from GCPD. It was rare to see any of them, and any photos taken were unusually blurry. They are also extremely secretive; if you exclude their social media which are usually just shit posts, memes, and thirst edits of the Wayne family.

They were a total mystery. Almost as mysterious as Batman.

But those who have seen/worked with the squad before all had the same thing to say about them. They were cool. They had an unusually effective method. And their leader is a menace. With his sharp teeth and pointed smile. And bright blue eyes that spoke to your soul. It was a pleasure to see/ work with him, it really was. But they weren't planning on doing so again for a long time.

That being said, Gotham had been quiet for a while. A bit too quiet if you ask anyone, especially the Bats. Strangely, it didn't feel like the usual calm before the shit storm. The instinctual pit in their guts that usually formed just wasn't there. This was different. This wasn't the calm before the storm. This was the ocean receding. But no one seemed to realize it yet.

Not until the tsunami came crashing down on them.

The GCPD special unit accounts that had been inactive for the last three months suddenly pinged to life. Everyone who followed them clicked the notification almost immediately. With this unnerving calm surrounding them, who the hell didn't want to see what batshit crazy statement they would make after three months of radio silence.

What they didn't expect, was to see a crystal-clear picture of justice finally being served.

The picture was a selfie, taken in an abandoned warehouse. In the middle of the dirty floor was the Joker. He was tied up and his head hung low. You could see how beaten he was, his clothes torn and bloody. His face paint was also coming off, revealing pale blotchy skin. Reminding everyone that, he was still human, just like the rest of them.

Behind him, all lined up with smiles on their faces, was Team Phantom. They were a bit bloody and bruised as well but overall in much better condition. They weren't wearing the normal GCPD navy blue uniform, but black and white ones. All stylized to fit the wearers taste. They all looked so young, but their eyes looked like old tired eyes, finally getting some relief.

From in the corner was their leader. Only part of his face was in the picture. One glowing blue eye, and part of his Cheshire smile. His hand making a peace sign next to the Joker. Even with only part of his being shown, everyone could tell he was relived as well.

And while the picture itself was shocking, the caption was what really got them. The top was what you would usually expect from the team. A big bold 'GOT EM' ' at the top. But at the bottom in small, almost unnoticeable text was:

"He will face his punishment. We will get our retribution. May we finally rest in peace."

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc prompt #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp prompt #danny and the gang are fragments of the souls of those the joker + the other criminals killed or got killed because of them #guess who most of danny's soul is made of #hint: he has pit rage #the joker is no longer human that's why they had a hard time cathing him #neither are the bats but neither party knew #i would like to mention that danny is tiny #he missed his growth spurt and is making it everyone's problem #danny is a tiny menace #danny sam val dash and kwan mostly work out in the feld #tucker wes and star are the guys and gal in the chair #Paulina Dan and Jazz are the lawyers who prosecute the crimanals #they always win #duh #ellie is their mascot #shes also a mencae #she sometimes go out on the felid #wearing a tutu #combat boots #and a studded leather jacket #with her hair in pig tails #she also has a spiked bat #she WILL use it

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (6)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Angst/Fluff (& Humor!)

Word Count: 2.7K

6. Ducky

“Okay, so is it true that your birthday is October 31st?” she asks

“Haha, no.”

“Really? When is it then?”

He puts his finger to his chin “Nobody was really keeping time when I was created, so I’m not really sure.” He grins at her “I was never ‘born’ either, so it’s a bit of a moot point. When’s your birthday?”

“November 1st,” she answers “I was born in 1997.”

“Wait, what year is it on Earth?”

“Well, it was 2024 when I died so…”

“Golly! That’s it? It feels like it’s been an eternity!”

“Well, that is an eternity to us!” Voe laughs

She had been spending a bit of time with Lucifer since he had consoled her the week before. She was in his tower now, just getting to know him a bit better, trading information about each other.

“Is your hat your crown?”

He glances back at his top hat on the desk “Yeah, kind of. It has a crown in it.”

She gets giddy “Can I wear it?”

“Sure!’ He hands it to her and she squeals all excited

She takes the hat and places it on her head, taking selfies with it on.

“You wanna take a picture?”

“You want to take a picture? With me?” he seems shocked and caught a bit off guard

“Fuck yeah! Come here!” she reaches for him and he comes into the frame of her camera “Okay let’s do silly faces.” They make funny eyes and stick their tongues out, laughing at themselves the whole time

“Can we do cutesy pictures?” He asks

“Of course King!” She presses her face against his face and they both do cute little smiles, he blows a raspberry against her cheek while she laughs when a knock is heard at the door

“Come in!” Lucifer calls

It’s Charlie. She comes in sounding bright as ever “Hey Dad I just wanted to see if you-“ She stops in her tracks, retreating into herself “Hey Voe.”

“Hey,” she waves at the Princess

Lucifer sits up straight “What did you need sweetie?”

“I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out or talk, but I see that you’re busy so I’ll-“

“No no, me and Ducky were just finishing up.”

“Ducky?” Charlie questions while Lucifer blushes

Voe stands “That’s me. I suppose I can head out. Bye Luci,” she bats her lashes at him going to walk out “Oh!’ She takes the hat off of her head and hands it to Charlie “Put that back please?” exiting the room.

She takes the elevator down to the parlor, where Angel, Niffty, Husk, and Alastor are occupying the space. Occupying the same space, but all doing separate things. She heads over to Angel, who’s lying on the couch texting on his phone.

“Hiya,”

“‘Sup?”

“Just editing these pictures.”

“Don’t make ‘em too bright,”

She snorts “That’s a rookie’s mistake. I’m a pro.”

“Okay pro,” he smiles, his gold tooth shining in the parlor light “What’s the picture of?” She tilts her phone over to show him the photo “Is that Lucifer? When was you taking pics with the big dick in charge?”

Voe smirks “Just a few minutes ago, then Charlie came up and-“

“Interrupted you ‘bout to get dick from the big dick?”

Voe turns pinkish and pushes the spider “Uhh no!”

“Mhmm, I know how you get down dollface.”

Niffty crawls into her lap “Can I see Mommy?”

Angel raises his brow, Voe whispers “I don’t know, she just started calling me that.” She puts the phone in front of Niffty

“Ooo, look at his claws! *Rawr*” Niffty bares her little claws

“Real close to your neck toots” 

“Okay, it’s not even all that.” Voe rolls her eyes

Angel seems very unconvinced, pursing his lips and squinting his eyes.

She turns to the kitchen where Alastor is focused on yet another meal “What you cookin’ today Bucky?”

“Something casual,” Alastor responds “Just spaghetti.”

“Better not be breaking the noodles,” Angel says vaguely threatening

“What’s wrong with breaking the noodles?” she asked him, now rubbing Niffty’s hair.

Angel looks at her disgusted “Everything,”

“Such as?”

“I don’t even wanna talk about it,”

She shrugs “I just assumed you would break the noodles. Like, does everyone not break them?”

“I can’t believe this. W-what am I hearing?”

“You break the noodles Bucky?”

“Of course my dear.”

Angel covers his ears “I’m living in a hotel of heathens!”

Voe looks around “Everyone I’ve ever known or seen cook spaghetti has broken the noodles. I mean, how else would you fit them in the pot?”

“You’re supposed to boil the bottom and then push the rest in!”

“How do you know when to do that?”

“You keep watching it!” Angel curls up into a ball “This conversation is painful!”

Voe shrugs “Maybe it’s just a Black person thing.” She turns around toward Alastor “Are you Black?” Voe asked the Radio Demon, getting microphone feedback in response. The others stare at her “What?”

“Hey! How would you feel if someone asked you if you were Black?” Angel chimed in 

“I’d feel fine, and I’d answer. Because I am Black.”

“Really? I thought you were Italian like me.”

“Okay, first me being Italian would not preclude me from being Black, and second, why does everyone think I’m Italian?” she pinches her fingers together

“First of all, your hand gestures, second of all your accent.” “I’m just from New York!”

“Hey me too!”

“That doesn’t matter!” She turns back to Alastor “Are you Black?”

Alastor’s brain doesn’t know how to process that question, so he is frozen in place while Voe sits and waits for an answer.

“Hey.” She goes up to him to make sure he hears her. “Are you?”

He turns to face her, his smile static and unnerving “Why?” his eyelid is twitching

“Well, you’re a Louisiana boy, and you said that your mom made that jambalaya recipe, and you speak French. And also you break the noodles”

“So?” Angel asked from the couch

Voe turns to acknowledge him “So…that sounds like a recipe for a Creole.” She turns back to Alastor “Are you?”

“N-no,” he lies

Voe watches him for a few moments after he answers. She does not believe him but does not press him, as she can finally sense his unease with the question, and decides to get more information later.

_____________________________________________________

“So what exactly does it mean to be an Overlord?”

Voe stood in the parlor in front of her mounted smartphone and waited for the audience to give her responses.

be a bad bitch

be Bomb

be powerfll

“Well, that can’t be it. ‘Cuz if that was it, I’d already be one!” She tosses her hair back over her shoulder.

the Vs are overlords

yeah!!

true true

“Oh, they are, are they?” Voe strokes her chin with her index finger “But like, what does that mean?”

being an overlord is about owning souls mamas

“Owning souls? Is that why Velvette asked me to sign away ownership of mine?”

you work for velvette???? no wayyyy

i wish she owned my soul :(

tbh i’d give you my soul if you asked

“Wait,” she acknowledges the last comment “You’d give me your soul? Just like that? You wouldn’t want anything for it?”

hell yea!

fuck yes

i’d get to see that ass evryday that’s enuf for me

Voe ponders a bit more “Wait, so how many of you would want me to own you if I was an Overlord?”

Lots of commenters sent in hand emojis, indicating that they would want to be owned by her. She smirked at the thought of gaining that kind of power.

back in the day you had to kill other overlords

that’s what the radio demon did

he was killin’ all them bitches!

“So, Alastor is an Overlord?” She leans into the camera to read the comments

yeah!

he’s like the most powerful one

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

that’s debatable

i think the vees are btter tbh

“Okay, you guy’s spelling mistakes are driving me mad!” she huffs in frustration

BITCH GOT HIS ASS KICKED :P

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

REMEMBER THAT SHIT???

YOOOOOOOO

“What are you talking about?” She asked the live

yooo she got here after the whole shit with extermination day!!

“Extermination day?? What the fuck?! Explain, now”

 BASICALLY EXTERMINATION DAY IS WHEN HEAVEN COMES DOWN AND KILLS US LIKE EVERY YEAR, SO WE DON’T LIKE OVERPOPULAT E OR WHATEVER

AND LAST EXTERMINATION DYA RADIO DEMON FOUGHT THE LEADER OF THE ANGELS

adam

YEA ADAM

and adam kicked his ass

HE RAN AWAY LIKE A PUSSY

“Um, ew gendered language. And oh, this is not something I knew. I love all the tea being spilled tonight.” She pretends to drink from a teacup

NAH HE WEAK FR

tbh you could prolly kick his pussy ass

“Well, I don’t wanna fight him. I don’t really fight men.” she leans back from the camera “I destroy them from the inside.” she clenches her fist with evil intent in her eyes. “Wait, if he’s an Overlord though, does that mean he owns souls?”

FUCK YEAH

he owns mad souls

HIS BITCH ASS OWNS ME

Voe sits and ponders this new information. If Alastor is an Overlord and had this much power at his disposal, why was she given so much leeway? 

“Does he get like really rampage-y when he’s mad?”

hell yeah

can’t believe you’ve been there all this time and haven’t heard all this stuff

THIS BITCH BEEN UNDER A ROCK

he use to rip peoples souls apart and put them on his radio broadcast

“Ohhh, that’s why he’s called the Radio Demon.  Okay, that makes way more sense, because I deadass thought it was because y’all knew man’s was obsessed with radio and old 1920s-looking shit and I’m like how did y’all figure that out? Like, did he tell y’all that? Like why would he tell y’all that?”

wait wym girl??

nah do tell

1920s shit like what??

“Oh, like obviously he’s obsessed with radios, but like he won’t let Charlie update the TV, even though he’s not the one that has to watch it. I’m like ‘Girl stand up for yourself!’, but she don’t. He also gets mad when he sees other people using their phones. Like, how you mad that other people are enjoying tech after 1930? Like, we not making you use it. And he still looks at me sideways when I talk about being an influencer. He told me ‘that’s not a real thing’, like obvi, it is!” She starts laughing as she remembers something “BRUH, guys like a few weeks ago, he saw my speaker, which looks like this,” she lifts her speaker into the camera “ and was like ‘that’s not a speaker, it is a box with small holes in it.’ and I’m like ‘no???’ and I stood there and explained to this GROWN ASS MAN how Bluetooth works, and when I was done, he looked at me like this.” She tilts her head to the side and opens her eyes wide to an exaggerated degree, to look stupid “like his brain didn’t work or something” She starts cackling and clapping at how amused she is with herself.

girl

GIRL

oooo you in trouble lmao

BITCH WATCH OUT!

NAH WE BOUT TO SEE THE TUMBLE OF THE CENTURY XD

“Hmm?” her laughter dies down, she raises a brow “What?”

Alastor clears his throat behind her, and she turns to meet his gaze. “If you have something to say, my dear, say it to me. Not to your little ‘fans’ on your little picture box.”

“Well, the thing I’m recounting was a conversation we had, so it’s not like you were unaware of it. Or did you forget?” She crosses her arms “Fossil,”

Alastor widens his eyes, surprised at her boldness, given the things he knew about her. This was the direction she wanted to take their relationship in? After the things he’d seen? 

“My dear, did we forget your bout of tears because I did not want you touching me?”

A blush rises up her neck “I told you I wasn’t crying. And that’s not even why I was upset.”

“Really? And why were you so upset? Apparently, you cried to Lucifer? Or so I’ve heard.”

“I was upset because you’re an ass, and I didn’t cry to Lucifer. He just happened to be there. Why does it matter to you anyway? Why are you keeping tabs on me? Why do you need to know what I’m up to and who I’m with hmm?”

“Why do you need to talk about me?”

“I don’t. My viewers just brought you up, and I told them something that I thought was funny. You can relax Bucky, you are not the center of the universe.”

Alastor looks at her full of condescension, and dissipates into shadows. Voe turns back to her still going live. “Yeah, trot along deer boy.”

girl i was already planning your funeral

I THOUGHT WE WAS GONNA LOSE U :’(

see? pussy

“Okay, I’m still not liking the gendered language,” she speaks to the screen

____________________________________________________

“Who is it?”

“It’s me!” Voe opens the door, leaning in “Ducky,” she bites her lip, teasing him before entering

Lucifer slaps his forehead “I cannot believe I said that in front of Charlie.”

“Me either, but I’m owning it. I’m a cute little duckling.” She laughs sitting down next to him “What’s up on the agenda Your Majesty?’

“I told you, you can just call me Lucifer,” his eyes are kind and soft

“I know, but I like the power dynamics involved.” she makes her eyes seductive

Lucifer’s neck turns red and he loosens his tie slightly “I’m just sorting all my rubber ducks.” he tells her

“Hmm,” She reaches over him for his top hat, and the blush rises further up his throat. She places the hat on her head “I love this thing,” 

He stares at her and sighs, smiling. He blinks regaining his thoughts “Did you want to see them?”

“The ducks? Sure!”

He gestures to his creations, she starts touching them. He clears his throat “I saw your live by the way. Good job, standing up for yourself,”

Voe widens her eyes “The King of Hell watched my live?”

He laughs “Yeah! I’ve been watching them since I met you!”

“Wow, I am honored!” She smiles really big and it’s sweet

“Oh c’mon, it’s not anything more special than us sitting here and talking.”

“I’m honored for that too.”

He waves her off “It’s nothing.”

“No,” she touches his hand “I really am honored. I’m being serious. You’re the King of Hell, who knows what important stuff you have to be doing. Including making these ducks! But you took the time to console me when I was upset. I mean, I’m pretty important, but compared to a King? It really means a lot to me. Thank you.”

Lucifer’s eyes are watery while listening to her, but he scrambles to hide it when she looks back up at him

“Is this a Charlie duck?” She holds up one that looks like his daughter

He blushes “Um, yeah. I made it for her, but haven’t found the right time to give it to her.”

She looks through them further “And Vaggie!”

Lucifer mumbles under his breath “Oh, Vaggie”

“Here’s Niffty, and Husker, How did you make one of Angel? And-“ she looks back at Lucifer with wide eyes and a laugh dancing on her lips “Is this Alastor?”

Lucifer’s blush takes over his whole face “I make them when I’m feeling intense emotion.”

“Wow, I’ve never seen a rubber duck look murderous before. Oh-“ she picks up a little stick “Is this its tiny cane?” She laughs in delight “These are amazing. You have to make me one, please. I will pay you.”

“Oh no no no, definitely not. If I make you one, it’s on the house.”

She moves closer “Not if Lucifer, when. You are going to make me a rubber duck that looks like me.” She walks her fingers up his chest and pulls on his bowtie “Understand?”

He swallows “Yes ma’am.”

“That’s right, be a good boy for Ducky.” she winks

A/N: Hey! Here to remind you to PLEASE comment when you're done reading! Comment and reblog to let me (the author) know how much you liked it! Thanks, and have a great day!

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[meetmymouth]

the intimacy of little things: iv

au ⌕ florist!harry x photographer!ofc

notes for this chapter: smoking and alcohol consumption

WC: 4k+ | PINTEREST BOARD | PLAYLIST

Bad dreams catch up to Harry on a Thursday night, waking him up at exactly five o’clock to his curtains dancing in the air due to the open window. It’s dark out, and the breeze is abusing every inch of his body; his legs, his toes especially, so Harry finds himself hugging his duvet even more, trying to catch the last bits of warmth that have been taken away by various nightmares. He looks around his bedroom, as if the place is alien, and he smiles as soon as his eyes detect a dark shadow by the door. It’s Bo, lying near a pair of his trainers– a pair he’s left there because he was too tired after work, and he’s snoring softly, his snores accompanying the whistling sounds of the passing cars outside.

He tosses and turns, trying to find a comfortable position, though the sleep won’t come. He keeps thinking about the dreams, the way he was being chased by something– someone, and once again finding himself at the house he grew up in, naked, and bruised. If he were to press his thumb on his thighs now, he knows he would feel the pain as fresh as ever. He doesn’t, though. Instead, he gets up, washes his face, and tries to get ready for the day as Bo watches.

He wears the same jeans he wore yesterday, then finds a jumper, already thinking about going back to bed once he gets home tonight. It’s cold, the flat, despite the heater being on, so he sips his tea in the kitchen exactly where most of the sunshine hits. He listens to the pigeons hum outside, with Bo munching on his kibbles by his feet as the sound accompanies the humming sounds. As he watches the baby blue sky outside, his phone goes off, and it brings a smile to his face, the smile widening as soon as he unlocks the phone and checks the text. He knew before looking at the sender who it was from. He knew from the text tone, so it’s no surprise the smile gets bigger and bigger while he reads the ‘good morning’ text accompanied by a selfie, and a photo of Talulah’s new favourite slippers.

He leaves the house with a smile on his face, and remembers to text his sister right before putting the car in drive. She responds right away. He sends back an emoji. It’s easy– life, right now, is easy.

He walks inside the shop five minutes later than his usual time, though no one bats an eye as they each give him a smile and a series of ‘good morning’s follow close behind while he keeps walking to the back. There had been an influx of orders, some from parents who would be attending graduation ceremonies and some by hopeless romantics, though Harry still finds something for him in each order, smiling at some of which included a message– a note for the recipient. He lifts up his head when he hears heavy boots walking towards him, says hello back to Jo, and they roll up their sleeves and crack on with Jo starting with a beautiful but modest sunflower bouquet while Harry gets his hands on a bouquet of roses, each collected from the fridge at the very back of the room. The antique radio on the counter sings as they work. It’s Beach House. Harry can’t help but sing along: ‘You should see– there's a place I want to take you’.

He trims the roses best to his ability, hands reaching for more cocculus to add in between, and he just places them sparingly amongst the red, dazzling roses. He brings them up to his nose, to smell, and a smile appears on his face at the sight– they’re soft, and some harsh– prickly under his nose, but they look breathtaking, almost as if the bouquet is a photograph. The radio plays another tune, indie he reckons, and Harry keeps adding and removing things, finally deciding on a few gypsophila– baby’s breath, to make the bouquet look a bit softer, sweeter. While the tune in the background sings about the sweetness of a lover’s lips, Harry finishes the bouquet, ties the end, and places it on the counter with a satisfied grin, thoughts of a girl with stars in her eyes on his mind.

He turns to the sound coming from his left, and nods at something Jo has said, though his mind is elsewhere.

“Where’s Bo,” she repeats– Harry is sure of that. “Bring him around, will ya?”

He smiles at the mention of the Lab. “He’s out and about, on an adventure I believe.”

“You think you’re so funny.”

“Yeah.”

“So,” she nods, then starts placing her tools inside the pockets in front of her apron. “What’s their name?”

“Pardon?” Harry raises an eyebrow. He copies her, placing the scissors inside the little pocket.

Jo smiles. “Your head is on the clouds. Someone’s got you whipped, I can tell. We all can, really.”

“Have you been gossiping behind my back?”

“Yeah– we always do.”

“Piss off.”

“So?” She looks at him with a grin. “Name?”

Harry gives up. He has to. His face– his lips turn upwards before he can even say her name.

“Talulah,” he says. “Her name’s Talulah.”

It’s quiet until it isn’t at Wild at Heart. Getting two birthday arrangements and one baby shower, Harry thanks whoever or whatever’s up above for blessing him with work. For the most part, though, Harry spends the work day at the back, processing orders with Cam. They unpack some new flowers–delphiniums–which takes them about an hour, and have the ends of the stems sliced off. Cam brings three empty buckets and they place each flower into the buckets with such delicacy and care, and Harry smiles when she takes her phone out and captures a few shots of the flowers.

The back-house work doesn’t end there for Harry. He knows he’s got plenty of help at the shop, though he still loves doing everything on his own, especially cleaning. With the help of Finn this time, they do a deep clean at the walk-in– their giant refrigerator where the flowers are kept. It’s freezing in there, so they try their best to work with their coats on as they wipe each shelf, scrubbing dirt off of some and Harry remembers why he loves being so hands-on at his job. He realises how much he learns about his colleagues every time they’re stuck in the walk-in for hours, or at the back processing and unpacking orders. He learns about their girlfriends or boyfriends, their life at home, their favourite food or favourite restaurants. He loves it, learning more about the people he works with, and he reckons these are the things that make him excited about waking up, and coming into work in the mornings.

Harry picks Talulah up from her flat, and they drive to the restaurant with Talulah’s phone connected to the radio. Something happy plays in the background, at least it sounds happy to Harry. ‘I won't smoke if you don't no more/ 'Cause I know you hate the taste of it/ I don't wanna picture our firstborn/ If you've stopped discussing names with me’. Talulah sings along, and Harry thinks it’s the most beautiful sound in the world, despite her vocals being weak–her words–. She insists that he chooses the next song, so he takes her phone in his hands when they stop at a red light, and smiles when he notices The Kook’s ‘Naive’ on there. He chooses that one.

“How are we feeling,” Harry asks, referring to who’s waiting for them inside when he puts the car in park.

At first, she doesn’t speak, only looks outside her window, and it makes Harry feel uneasy all of a sudden. Uneasy, like she just realised what’s happening and what they’re about to do, and Harry fears she will make him turn the car around and take her back– anywhere that is not here. That doesn’t happen though, and she turns to him with a smile, hand already in the air as she strokes his cheek with her thumb. Harry leans into the touch with eyes shut, and basks in the warm feeling of her skin against his.

“I’m nervous,” she starts. “But not in a bad way, if that makes sense?”

Harry nods, turning his face a little so he can press a butterfly kiss on her palm. “She’s nice, I promise.”

“I trust you.”

“Good,” he smiles, nodding. They unbuckle their belts, and open their doors at the same time. “Let’s go.”

When they get out of the car and Talulah holds onto the hand Harry extends, he takes his time to look at her outfit.

Despite the muddy weather outside, she’s dressed in all white– white wide leg jeans and a turtleneck paired with a plaid coat that looks extremely cute and cosy on her. She holds her bag in her other hand just so she can hold Harry’s hand which he finds precious, and they finally walk inside Flat Iron. He knows from Talulah that their mutual friend Ariel is the head chef here, and that she’s also Daniel’s sister. Despite that, he isn’t that bothered, as long as they have a great time tonight.

They’re greeted with smiling faces and nods when Harry gives Gemma’s name, and they pass table after table, finally reaching the table his sister is sitting at. She looks up, dressed in a red blouse with a pussy bow, and their eyes meet, then her gaze is turned to Talulah. She looks her up and down– only briefly, then at last, smiles.

“Hello, you two,” Harry welcomes her hug, pressing his cheek in the crook of her neck.

They pull apart, Harry feeling Talulah’s anxious gaze on them, and Gemma gives her a dimpled smile.

Harry speaks first.

“Gemma,” he smiles at Talulah, his smile widening when she notices her fixing her jeans. “This is Talulah, my girlfriend.”

It feels good, to be able to say that out loud, it feels wonderful.

“Hi,” she says, extending her hand, voice silky and honey-like, but still shy. “Nice to meet you.”

Gemma chuckles, and ignores the hand as she goes in for a hug. They hug briefly, Gemma returning the greetings, and they finally sit down.

“I don’t get to see Harry this much. Not twice a month, at least,” Gemma quips, earning an eye-roll from him.

“Gemma.”

“I’m just taking the piss, Harry, relax.”

“Well,” he quips back. “Don’t.”

When he turns to Talulah, he finds her smiling at them both, so he does too, placing his hand on her thigh as they start talking about Talulah’s job. She sounds confident, though Harry knows by now that that’s not how she feels deep down. He knows from the way her hands seem to shake from time to time when she goes to take a sip from her water, and the posh accent that comes into play whenever she feels nervous. Despite all that, Harry watches with a smile on his face as she talks about her job, and when he looks at his sister, their eyes meet.

She tells him everything he wants to know with just one look in her eye.

“Did you think about the house, Harry?” Gemma says after a moment, placing her spoon down.

At the mention of the house, Harry grows frustrated. He feels Talulah’s muscles tighten, his hand still on her thigh, so he turns to her, giving her a look as if to tell her ‘I told you so’.

He clears his throat, and takes another sip from his water. “I did. And… I’m not buying the house.”

“Harry…”

“I’m not, Gemma. I think it’s time we let it go. Let it all go,” he nods. He feels Talulah’s hand on his as she gives it a squeeze. “I don’t want to talk about this any further. Especially not tonight, please.”

“Okay,” she agrees, and it’s astonishing how easy-going she’s being about it.

Harry nods, feeling grateful, and turns to Talulah.

He motions at his souffle. “Try mine.”

“Y’sure?”

“Yeah,” he grabs his spoon and digs it into the puffy looking dessert, then brings it closer to her lips.

She opens, and lets him feed her, though neither of them notice Gemma watching them intently, eyes darting between Harry and Talulah, bottom lip trapped between her teeth in thought. It’s just the little things, the sister finds herself thinking, such small things that come together and create such intimacy.

The intimacy of little things is what’s captivating about love.

Harry turns to his sister when she clears her throat, and watches as she downs the last bits of her wine. She reaches for her fork, and puts some more tiramisu in her mouth. When she’s done chewing, she nods like she has something to say.

“How did you two meet?” Gemma asks.

“At the shop– Harry’s shop,” Talulah says, making Harry raise his eyebrows.

He shakes his head, squeezing her thigh fondly. “We met at Ariel’s Christmas dinner.”

She looks up at him. “Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” Harry chuckles, then turns to Gemma. “We’ve a mutual friend.”

Gemma nods, giving them a tiny smile. “That’s sweet.”

“How is James?” Harry asks, taking a sip from his water.

Talulah watches the interaction intently.

“He’s good. He’s on annual leave. Bored at home,” she laughs. “How’s Bo?”

“He’s fine. Still lazy. Still looking to adopt a cat?” Harry asks, hand finding Talulah’s under the table as he intertwines their fingers. He turns to Talulah. “She’s obsessed with cats and other people’s pets in general.”

Talulah laughs. “Cats are my favourite–”

“–Excuse me?”

She turns to Harry, and reaches for him. She squeezes his chin playfully. “Bo aside.”

“Right.”

“You two are disgustingly cute– and yes,” she nods. “I’m still looking to adopt a cat. We’re just waiting until we move to a bigger house.”

He knows where she’s taking this, so he changes the topic, asking more about her job and new position. They joke, laugh, and get tipsy on wine, and Harry couldn’t be happier. He doesn’t drink much, since he’s driving, but watches Talulah get more giggly on wine with a smile on his face. He feels like he’s on cloud nine, having Talulah and Gemma in the same room, talking and joking about anything and everything.

He’s lucky, he knows as much.

When they’re saying goodbye in the carpark, Gemma hugs Talulah first, pleasantries and ‘so nice to meet yous’ flying in the air, and Harry notices how she hugs her a beat longer, and whispers something in her ear. With furrowed eyebrows, he watches them pull apart, and the smile on his face is back when Talulah’s hand finds his right after they pull apart and say ‘good night’. Hand in hand, they walk to Harry’s car, and he doesn’t let go before bringing her hand up to his lips and pressing a chaste kiss at the back of her hand, then on her palm. When they’re in the car and Harry turns the key, the radio comes alive, the song still playing softly as he puts the car in drive.

“So,” Harry sighs when they arrive at Talulah’s flat. “Thoughts?”

“About what? Your sister?”

“Yeah… about tonight… anything, really.”

She smiles. Unbuckling her belt, she reaches for him, placing her hand on his cheek. “She was lovely, like I said. And I had a wonderful time, Harry.”

He leans into the touch, eyes closing only for a moment before he opens them, and takes the sight of her in. She’s smiling as her thumb strokes his cheekbone, and Harry smiles, too, reaching just like her to stroke her bottom lip with his thumb.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “So, so beautiful,” he adds, smiling when she looks down.

She brings him closer to her by the neck, closer until their lips finally meet in a heated kiss. It’s warm, both their mouths, and so wet, though neither of them seem to mind the sloppy, lazy kiss. Harry bites her bottom lip, earning a soft moan as she tries to keep up with his kisses. She tries, so hard, and bites his bottom lip playfully, in spite of him, and they both chuckle into the kiss, mouths open and warm breaths hitting each other’s lips. He keeps pressing tiny kisses down her chin, to the side of her neck before he licks across a particular area on her neck, then grazes his teeth over the now-wet flesh ever-so-gently, clearly hoping to leave a faded mark.

“Come upstairs,” she whispers, making him smile.

All he can do after that is nod, and Talulah watches as he locks the car and catches up to her before they go up the stairs. Her hand works the key, and they enter into the flat’s warm embrace, the smell of fresh laundry and the food she’d probably cooked from earlier hitting every sense and fibre in his body. It’s a home, it’s warm, and it’s her space. So, being able to witness all this, being in her home, her space, means the world to Harry. He feels safe.

She goes straight to the kitchen, turning the kettle on like it’s a practised act. And it is, he knows it is.

“Tea?”

“Sure.”

“Go sit down, I’ll bring it to you,” she gets their mugs ready, then takes the milk out of the fridge. “I’m gonna put some honey in mine, would you also like some in yours? I’m craving something sweet.”

Harry purses his lips in thought, then nods. “Sure, babe.”

She smiles, pulling the jar of honey closer, and she gets a spoon out of the drawer. There’s a beat of silence, sans the kettle, so Harry watches her fiddle with her phone until the speakers come alive. It’s Paul McCartney’s ‘Arrow Through Me’, which makes him smile and hum along to it as she works in the kitchen, filling both their mugs with hot water. She pours the milk with such concentrace on her face, then opens the jar for honey. He watches as she puts a small amount in both of their mugs, then brings the spoon to her mouth and licks it– licks it good, and throws it in the sink.

“I’m glad your sister understands you regarding the house,” she says, sitting beside him as their mugs sit on a pair of coasters. “Right?”

Harry hums, reaching for his mug. “I hope so. I hope she didn’t just say that because you were there.”

“Would she do that?” Talulah’s brows furrow.

“She would, yeah. She’s done it before. Not this time, I hope.”

“Hope so, too.”

“Thanks again, for coming– it made me really happy.”

She smiles, an ‘aw’ leaving her mouth as she carefully grabs his cheek and brings him into a sweet, innocent kiss. She pecks twice, then reaches for her own mug.

“Thank you for asking me. I had a lovely time, Har.”

He smiles. “Forgot to tell you,” he says, making her look up. “Jeanette phoned this morning.”

“Oh.”

Harry bites his bottom lip, like he regrets sharing that piece of information with her. “I’m– sorry, I ruined it, didn’t I?”

“Harry,” she sighs, placing one hand on his knee. “You didn’t. She’s your client. If anything– I feel terrible still, for making you leave in such a hurry. You had a job to do–”

“–I don’t care, T. She just– she phoned and thanked me. She was, well, she tried asking about you but I was quick to shut it down. We hung up after that.”

“Yeah, well,” she shrugs, taking another sip from her tea. “She phoned me as well. Oh– I have an appointment with that therapist. This Friday.”

“You do?” Harry smiles, hand finding hers on his knees. He squeezes. “That’s lovely– amazing.”

“Yeah. I’m nervous.”

“About?”

“Where to start… and that sort of thing but– don’t really want to talk about that at the moment. Tonight’s been lovely.”

He yawns into her palms. “What do you want to talk about, then?”

They both know what’s about to come. So, when she surges forward and captures his mouth with hers, neither of them are surprised.

Days go by, weeks catch up to one another, and on another Friday, Talulah finds herself in yet another therapy session. This would be her fifth session, having them every week, after work, and she could feel the change creeping in, the comfort of having another person whom she can talk to without worrying about saying the wrong thing and being judged. Of course, having friends like Zayn, and also Harry helped– she knew she could talk to them anytime she wanted, but having a therapist, she found, was liberating, having a stranger listen to you.

“Talulah,” Amanda walks over to her while she sits on the navy sofa. She looks up, and Amanda smiles. “Shall we go in?”

Without hesitation, she follows her into her small office, and takes her seat on the petrol green sofa, hands already on her lap as she starts playing with her fingers.

“How are you?” Amanda smiles, clicking her pen.

“I’m good, thanks. How are you?”

“Good, thank you… so, what have you been up to since last week?”

When she leaves the building, her phone goes off, and it shows Lauren’s contact on the screen. She asks if she’s up for a couple of drinks in Soho, so Talulah agrees, thinking she doesn’t have anything better to do on a Friday but go home and get in bed.

They meet at a pub with Lauren already two Margarita’s in, and she orders herself a beer, suddenly feeling like she can stomach the bitter drink.

Lauren takes a sip of her drink, and purses her full lips. “How was therapy?”

“It was good. I think we’re getting somewhere even though it’s been… challenging– talking about certain stuff. I like her.”

“That’s great, love,” she smiles, reaching a hand to squeeze hers. “I’m so happy to hear that. How is Harry?”

“Harry… he’s good!” She smiles at the mention of his name, missing him more than ever now that they haven’t seen each other since last week. “We both have been busy. I miss him.”

“Oh, babes, you’re way too cute. When do I get to meet him?”

“Oh. Uh, actually, I could text him and see if he would like to join?” She bites her bottom lip, suddenly nervous.

Lauren smiles, and nods her head enthusiastically. “Please!”

A text to Harry confirms that he’ll be there in half an hour.

Harry arrives, dressed in wide leg jeans and the jumper Talulah has gotten him. She can’t help but look him up and down, smile, and when their eyes meet from across the room, he smiles, too, his steps quickening to get her faster. She opens her arms as soon as he’s near enough, and they embrace each other for a little while, her head in the crook of his neck and his on her shoulder as he presses a kiss there, over her clothes, then another on her cheek before she does the same.

“Hey,” she says, looking up at him.

“Hey, yourself.”

“Thanks for coming, this is Lauren,” she turns to Lauren, finding him watching them with a grin on her face– though, she feels like it’s all the margaritas’ fault, the way she’s smiling.

Harry goes in for a hug, and introduces himself. “I’m Harry,” he smiles at her.

“Nice to meet you– heard so much about you,” Lauren looks at Talulah, the grin getting bigger by the second as she rolls her eyes at her.

They sit down, Harry orders a beer for himself.

Zayn and Jules arrive, and Harry looks so happy that Zayn could make it, presumably because he’s always so intimidating and ‘cool’ around people. They get along well, sit down and have a chat about work together, and Talulah enjoys seeing them interact– not just with Zayn but her other friends, too. She notices how intently he listens to every store her friends come up with, how he’s eager to learn more about them. They talk about a footie game after work sometime next week, Zayn immediately coming up with names who will be a good pick for their team– Harry and Zayn’s. So you guys are playing on the same team? Of course we are, Jules, have you seen his legs– he needs me.

They walk outside the pub hand in hand, Harry placing a kiss on her temple as everyone walks to their cars, but not before sharing hugs and ’see you soons’: ‘let’s do this again!’.

“Where’s your car?” Talulah asks, the two of them still in front of the pub, swaying side to side with Harry’s arms wrapped around her.

He tightens his hold on her, and kisses the top of her head, making her look up at him from his chest. She smiles at him, he copies, and they press their lips together, meeting in a tender, lighthearted kiss.

“There,” Harry motions at his car with his head, and she follows it. “I’ll drop you off,” he murmurs, kissing her nose one last time before they start walking in the direction of his Mini.

When she reaches for the aux cable, Harry chuckles, and places his hand on her thigh, just like he always did whenever they travelled together.

‘Watery eyes/ That howling wind, she's waving hi/ Her other hand's in mine/ Oh-oh, silhouette/ She's growing tall and fine/ She's got my back/ She'll follow me down every street/ No matter what my crime’.

to be continued...

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His mother sends him home with enough leftovers to last the week, and Carlos leaves her with a promise to come visit during the week and two tickets for Thursday nights game. 

He drives back to Round Rock with the radio on low and the windows rolled down, decompressing. 

The first time he checks his phone isn’t until he’s back in the loft, about to text his mom to tell her he made it home. 

The screen is filled with a string of notifications from Twitter, all DMs from TK12Strand. 

The first one is a link back to the Express’ twitter account, to the post with TK’s introduction video. 

Carlos watches it still standing in the entryway to the loft, the stack of Tupperware in his hand. 

TK looks good in his fresh uniform, smiling for the camera as he poses with the bat over his shoulder while lights flash and music plays. The scene cuts to TK sitting in a director’s chair, playfully fixing his hair in the reflection of the camera lense before questions begin to scroll across the screen. What’s your favorite color? Who was your childhood hero? Favorite movie? Favorite food? Why did you choose your walk up song? What does TK stand for?

In the video TK laughs and points a finger at the camera. “That’s only for my mom when she gets mad.”

TK is charming and funny and when the video ends and Carlos scrolls through the replies, he’s not surprised to see people asking if he’s single. 

I think Marjan did a good job, TK writes. I think I look okay, right?

It was actually really fun. 

Some of the alternate uniforms you guys have are sick 

Do you even use this twitter account? I found your insta too but it’s even more boring than this one, no offense 

Shit, sorry for basically quadruple texting you while you’re enjoying time with your family. Can you tell I’m bored as I track the FedEx truck around the neighborhood? 

Carlos laughs and puts the leftovers in the fridge so he can focus fully on replying. 

He DMs TK his personal Instagram account along with his phone number.

That insta is private but I’ll add you, he writes, and that’s my number in case you want it. 

TK is quick to request a follow and after Carlos approves it there’s a minute of silence before another notification comes through. 

TK has liked a mirror selfie of Carlos in the gym from years back. Almost immediately, a text comes through from an unknown number.

Fuck, TK texts, please ignore that I liked your post from 3 years ago.

Nope.

Fine, if you’re going to keep me honest then….

TK comments on the photo with a dozen fire emojis followed by a few hot face emojis and the water droplet emoji. 

Carlos snorts then hits the call button. TK picks up on the first ring.

“You know my mom and sisters follow that account, right?”

“Your mom and sisters follow your thirst trap account?”

“That is not what it is.”

“C’mon, man, have you seen the photos on here?”

Carlos rolls his eyes, puts the call on speaker, and scrolls through his account. He’ll admit that there are a fair share of gym selfies, but there are also photos of downtown Austin, sunsets on the ranch, and Eli’s little league games. 

“Who exactly would I be trying to trap?” Carlos asks. “I only have twenty followers.”

“Twenty one now,” TK points out. “Does Marjan know about this? One man-crush-Monday post with one of these pics and you’d easily be the most popular Triple-A player on Instagram.”

“I don’t want to be the most popular,” Carlos says, “and Marjan does know about it. She keeps trying to follow me but I keep blocking her.”

“I bet she loves that.”

“It makes her so mad,” Carlos says with a laugh. 

“Wait, no one on the team does either. What is this account even for?”

“Myself, mostly.”

“Well, I promise your photos are safe with me. You didn’t take any photos tonight?”

“Didn’t have time.”

“Too busy talking to your dad and uncles about the game and to your aunts about your lack of a social life?”

“Something like that,” Carlos says. “My Tia Lucy got a dig in but besides that….the kids kept me pretty busy.”

“Are there a lot of them?”

“Between my sister’s and cousin’s kids there’s enough to form a baseball team.”

“I bet they think you’re so cool,” TK says. 

“It’s nice that someone does,” Carlos tells him and TK laughs. “Did your boxes get delivered?”

“They did,” TK says, “but I might have messed up. For some reason I didn’t think Texas would have the same climate as the sun so I don’t think I’ll be wearing ninety percent of the hoodies I brought. I’m down to gym shorts and t-shirts.”

“It can get cool at night.”

TK hums. “I’m not buying it. I’m glad you have fun tonight.”

Carlos nods, but thinks about how the night ended and how alone he felt even though he was surrounded by loved ones. 

“Thanks,” he tells TK before he clears his throat, working the emotion out. “I should probably get to bed.’

“Oh yeah,” TK says, “me too. First home game tomorrow, at least for me anyway.” 

“It’ll be fun,” Carlos tells him. “I know it’s a lot different from what you’re used to, but I think you’re really going to like it here.”

“I hope so,” TK tells him, “have a goodnight, Carlos. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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Stiles

Age: 19

Height: 5'10"

Sexuality: Pansexual (? Testing)

Residence: Beacon Hills

Parents: Sherriff John Stilinski

Siblings: None

Abilities: Superior Sarcasm, awesome baseball bat skills

Occupation: Part Time Barrista when he’s not out kicking ass

Personality: Sarcastic, Hyper active, Loyal to a fault, Paranoid

Background: To keep it simple my Stiles is canon up until the last episode of the last season. He lives in beacon hills with his father, his best friends are all weird supernatural creatures, and he was once a murderous void. Now, while the pack is at play, Stiles has taken a job as a Barrista in some mom and pops cafe slash bookstore. The old woman who runs it can barely get down the stairs anymore so Stilinskerino is basically the one who runs the joint. Until the bills and taxes come rolling around, then the old lady practically runs down stairs to do whatever it is she does to keep the shop running. Stiles doesn’t come into work those days.

Kinks: Biting, D/s , Daddykink, spanking, just be rough with him okay? DIRTY TALK. TALK ALL THE DIRTY TO HIM. CALL HIM NAMES AND JUST UGH DIRTY TALK

Banned Kinks: Childplay, Scat, waterbording, Incest (Step is ok) MPreg

D/s Preference: Sub/Brat for men and Top/verse for Women

SafeWord: Red or Kanima.

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AU’s

Canon Verse: This verse is the typical one. Stiles caught up completely to the end of the most recent Season Finale.

Void Verse: In this verse Stiles gave into the wills of Void and is now a dark entity that enjoys the pleasure of torture, murder, and all around chaos.

Emissary/Spark Verse: Same as the canon verse but he’s more in tuned with his magic.

Grunge Verse: Set back in the early 90’s Stiles is a drummer for the band The Pack along with band mates Scott, Erica, and Derek.

Spidey Verse: Okay this one I’m still working on/playing with in my mind But basically Stiles gets an Internship at Oz Corp and is bitten by a Radio Active Spider. When he comes back to Beacon Hills he tries to hide it from the pack but also uses it to help them in secret.

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Promise? Part two

Part one part three on my master list

Kyotani x y/n

A/n: I’m excited to do a part three because dinner with readers parents is going to be really nice. I don’t really know where this story is going to go I’m really just winging it as I go 😂 but I like it so far.

You showed him your spot at school, so for dinner he took you to get some take out and to eat at his spot he frequents at the park on top of the hill. The place he goes to get some quiet and to think. You watched the sunset together and talked about everything you could think about. You learned that his family life wasn’t the best and his volleyball team turned into his family, which made a lot of sense to you. He talked about how he puts his whole self into when he plays volleyball and how he some times gets too caught up in it and his frustrations. You talked about how you loved baseball and softball ever since you were a kid and would listen to games in the radio with your dad. He was kind of jealous of your good relationship with your family, but you knew your family would greet him and take him in with open arms too. You also talked about softer things like favorite music and favorite animals. After a few hours and after the sun went down he walked you home, hugging you on your doorstep not wanting to let you go. When he pulled back you pressed your lips into his and he sighed into the kiss, feeling so much in a small moment. “I’ll see you in class?” You ask and he nods. “Thank you for tonight Kyo. I had an amazing time.” He kisses your forehead “go on another date with me tomorrow night” he says and you beam up at him “I’d love to!” you notice his little blush and he kisses you once more before leaving.

The next morning you wake up and check your phone to find a text from Kyotani that said “Good morning. I miss you” it sent happy tingles through your body. He sent it at 5:30 so must be when he went to morning practice. You text him back a good morning and tell him that you miss him too. You send him a cute selfie with your parents dog before you leave your house, since last night he told you that dogs were his favorite animal.

When he looks at his phone after practice he blushes and his heart beats harder when he sees that picture. You were so cute with such a cute dog it was so perfect. He immediately sets it as his background photo.

You walk in to class and he’s looking for you, you smile when you see him visably relax when he sees you.

“Hey handsome” you say when you reach him and he stands and walks around the desks to pull you into a hug. “Hey” he said into your hair. You hugged him back, the fact he didn’t care about anyone’s eyes on you made you so happy your heart could burst. When you parted he sent a glare to the rest of the classroom that quickly busied themselves doing anything else besides look at you guys. You knew the rumors would start immediately but you didn’t care about what anyone else says.

“I brought you a bento box” you say “I was making mine this morning and I accidentally made too much so I brought some for you but now that I’m saying it I feel like it could be weird...but since we both have practice later I made it high protein” you laugh awkwardly and bring out a nicely wrapped lunch. He stares at the lunch you placed on his deck in silence. He doesn’t know how to describe this feeling he’s having. You made this with your own hands. Your beautiful hands made this special for him. Is this what it feels like to be loved? He always just bought his lunch from a vending machine. He looked up into your eyes, looking at him worried that you did something wrong. He kissed you then and you laughed happily. “I’m glad you like it. Tell me what you think after you eat it tho.” He nods. Fears if he actually tells you thank you that he’d cry and he’d never let these other bastards in the class see him cry.

He kept the lunch on his desk, looked at it all class even as he took notes, he wanted to give you his whole heart now. He wanted to so badly, he could feel how easy it would be. Every second you made it easier just with your presence and your hand resting on his knee every once in a while during class when you didn’t have to write any notes. He would do the same to you when you were writing and when you reached down and held his hand quietly with a smile on your lips as you paid attention to the teacher he decided right then that he was yours for as long as you wanted him.

How his whole life changed in a day. Everything seems better now that he has you. He’s still in school and he will still go to practice later, but now he knows the happiness of your hand in his. Knows that after school and practice he’ll go back to holding your hand and kissing you. Maybe you’ll let him meet your dog when he walks you home. He thought that someone actually showing him love would be just a dream. He knows he’s young but he truly believed that he was meant to be alone forever, his real love being volleyball.

He was stuck in these thoughts when the bell rang and you squeezed his hand in yours snapping his attention back as he looked at you, smiling softly.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked with his normal scowl but you can tell how anxious he is by how his hand got sweaty and slightly shaky and you can see it in his eyes. You laugh softly and then run your fingers through his hair on the stripe before kissing him softly. “Yes” you say softly and he nods with a small smile on his lips. You brush your thumb across his bottom lip and lean in close to his ear “better watch it mad-dog you got a reputation to uphold” he chuckles deep and soft once before resuming his scowl. You wink at him and see the corners of his mouth twitch a little making you smile again. You gather your things and give him one more kiss “I’ll see you after practice?” He nods and you smile, forever amused at his scowling, “text me if you miss me” you say with a laugh and then rush off to your next class.

Softball practice is almost over, you’re playing a practice game against another team in the prefecture and if your team gets one more point you’ll win. You’re on first base lining up to steal second, when you notice out by the fence is the boy you’re falling in love with. It gives you a sense of pride to know he’s watching you, you blow him a kiss and then you run with all your might sliding in and successfully taking second base. He didn’t understand this game but he understood you looked amazing playing it and when you slid through the dirt and the other girls cheered he felt proud of you. The next ball was a fly ball and you took another base easy. You knew the other team would be watching you more being so close to home, but with his eyes on you as you played, you felt powerful like you could do anything. He definitely was your lucky charm and at the right moment, the ball leaves the hand of the pitcher and the moment it connects with the bat, you’re running harder than you’ve ever ran before. The moment you realize you’re going to make it you start to laugh, excited and overjoyed, and you slide on your butt your heel touching the home base and your team explodes in cheers.

After you celebrate and thank the other team for the game, he met you by the gate to the field and kissed you hard right there. “I don’t really understand this game but I understand enough to know that you’re amazing, sweetheart” he says and you laugh, your heart warm with his pet name for you. “I’ll teach you about it sometime and you can teach me about volleyball because as many times as I’ve went to games I still don’t know much” you laugh and he nods, he’ll teach you about anything you want any time you ask. You’ve got him around your finger and you don’t even know, but the same could be said about you. You would already do anything for him. “When’s your next game Kyo?” You ask “in a couple weeks.” You get excited “can I come? Can I wear one of your jerseys?!” You’re bouncing as you walk with him back to the locker rooms still filled with endorphins. He’s filled with happiness when he hears you want to wear his jersey at one of his games. He didn’t even think you’d want to but here you are asking. He nods “please do” he says shyly, still scowling, the only thing betraying his facial expression is the way his thumb brushed against yours as he walked. That’s what gave his true feelings away to you. “Thank you honey” you say with a grin and hug yourself into his side as you enter the school again, feeling his hidden laugh go through his body. When you reach the girls lockeroom you look at his hand in yours and say “Hey Kyo.... do you want to come to dinner at my house? With my family? If you say yes I promise to sneak you to my room as soon as I can and we can cuddle and kiss in my bed and we will bring along Brutus. That’s my parents dogs name the one in the picture I sent you and ..” he squeezes your hand and you look up into his eyes “yes” he says and nods. You sold him at sneaking him into your room and then you mentioned the dog. He couldn’t say no to you anyway. You kiss him “thank you. You’re the best! I’ll see you in a few minutes and we can head to my place.” He nods and kisses you softly before you part.

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#kyoutani kentarou #haikyuu kyoutani #hq kyoutani #kyotani imagine #kyotani x you #kyotani kentaro #kyotani x reader #kyotani x y/n

[path-of-my-childhood]

I had no idea. My wife had kept it hidden and have been working on this to happen for a month. About three days before it happened, when it was really being locked in - we like to eat together as a family whenever we can and when I'm not away filming or whatever - and she was down in the office doing these emails to America and I went down and went, 'Babe, c'mon, what are you doing? We're gonna eat together. It can wait, whatever you're doing can wait.' And she was like, 'No darling, it's alright, I'll be down in a minute,' and I was like, 'Ahh, c'mon!' And then left, cause we're not eating together. And apparently when I left she just thought, 'If you only knew what I was doing.' Yeah, so basically Olivia Colman had worked with Joe, Taylor's boyfriend, so my wife said to her, 'Why don't you text and just see if she'll come along?' And eventually Olivia did, she texted Joe and he sent a message to Polly [Shaun's wife] saying, 'Here is Taylor's manager's email address.' So Polly is now in this situation, all of this I found out in hindsight, she had to compile this email to manager of arguably the world's biggest superstar, and tell him about me, that I'm covering this song, what Children In Need is, what a colliery band is [...] and everything. So she carefully constructs this email, sends it off and within five minutes she gets an email back going, 'Oh my God, this is a great idea, I love it. I'm a Sheffield lad and I love colliery bands.' And it just turns out he's a Sheffield lad, and then she spent a month arranging everything. And Taylor did everything off her own bat, turned up there, her security came, did everything and she was so, so generous and giving and she was so excited about it. She just kept saying, 'Thank you for covering my track. It's one of my favorite tracks, thank you for covering it.' And it's a bit of a blur to be honest. She stayed for about an hour, took selfies with my kids, who were all in bits. She was just a really generous, beautiful human being. I kept saying to her, 'Why are you here?' And she just said, 'I think it's a great thing you're doing and I wanna support it and I think Children In Need is great, and I just want to get behind it for you.' [About why he choose to cover "Never Grow Up"] My eldest daughter gave it to me, cause we share music, she was like listen to this song, this is very you. And I heard the song and wept a little bit and I then sang it to my kids. When Taylor originally wrote it, it was about herself so I removed a verse which means I can sing it about my kids. It's that thing when you desperately want to create fully rounded human beings that are lovely, that can go out into the world, but at the same time you just wanna press pause, you just wanna slow the world down a little bit and just hang onto these moments that... it just goes too quick. And this song is all about you know - just don't grow up, just remember these moments, take these in, and it's very difficult to sing without getting upset, to be honest with you.

Shaun Dooley about how his wife managed to get Taylor to surprise him and why he choose to cover “Never Grow Up” - BBC Radio Wales (October 29th 2019)

#this is a very long quote - sorry for that =) but he was just full of praise for Taylor #shaun dooley #quote #about taylor #taylor swift #never grow up #children in need: got it covered #olivia colman #joe alwyn #tay & joe

[radiomuseum]

Wearing a fun outfit today!!

I hope everyone reading this is doing well today!

#trans #radio bat selfie! #selfie #i am so glad i advocated for myself to get electro convulsive therapy. #still have 3 more rounds to go #this is the most amount of times I've ever been sedated in my life

[quakeriders]

childhood best friends au for feysand plz!!!!!!!!!

Feyre looked down at the box and let out a deep sigh.

She leaned her back against the bed frame, crossing her legs and pulling the sparkly pink box onto her lap. Some of the glitter stuck to her fingers as she lifted the lid and looked at its contents.

A flood of memories hit her then. Hard and fast and leaving her breathless.

She hadn’t been back in this house for almost 5 years. After graduating from high school and going off to college at the other end of the country, she had moved in with Tamlin and stopped visiting her family.

Now, she had nothing but her broken heart and the slightly lighter band of skin on her finger where that godawful engagement ring had sat.

No, she had her degree. And her freedom.

Feyre picked up the stack of photos and the sight of her mother with Nesta and Elain cuddled up on their sofa, smiling brightly, made her choke on a sob.

She had forgotten her mother’s face. Had forgotten it long before she had left this home, not being able to look at the pictures without remembering that night in the hospital.

She moved onto the next picture, one of her and Elain in their back garden. Elain’s fingers were stained with mud and her own were paint-splattered. They were both smiling uncomfortably.

The next photo took her breath away. She was dressed like a witch. Eight years old, holding onto a broom like her life depended on it and scowling at a nine year old boy, who was wearing a huge pair of bat wings and grinned down at her mischievously.

The next photo was from the same party. A group shot of Rhys’ cousin and foster siblings with them. They were all laughing, even Feyre.

Feyre’s hands shook as she went through the next few pictures. As she looked at the sunset, the glittering lights upon the Sidra and a few more artistic shots she had taken in her early teens, when she had gotten a camera for her birthday.

And then, she saw the selfies. Her and Mor, fourteen and grinning like fools, their lips painted with a chunky glittery lipgloss, their eyelids covered in neon blue eyeliner.

Another set of photos from a halloween party. Again, Feyre was dressed like a witch. But this time, she was sixteen and had chosen her outfit herself.

The fishnet tights, the low-cut black top, the plaid skirt and of course a godawful witches hat and the same broom from years before.

And again, Rhys was with her. He, too, had a similar costume. A dark long-sleeved shirt that hugged his torso, black jeans and a set of velvety dark wings that they had created together.

Feyre remembered the amount of hot glue they had needed to put the thing together and the way they had laughed and argued as they created them.

With a sigh, Feyre took two photos from the stack and put the rest of them back inside the box. Then she got to her feet with a slight groan.

Her car was a beat up old thing, that was loud and slow but big enough for her to put the huge bag into the backseat. She got into the car and felt the nostalgia of driving uptown, towards the house she had spent so many afternoons at.

The lights in the living room were turned on and she got out of the car, ignoring the pumpkins that sat at the front porch. She knocked on the door, her heart beating in her throat and waited.

The door was opened by a tall man, his shoulders broad and clothed in black. Feyre’s eyes travelled up to meet those remarkable violet eyes peering down at her.

Rhys’ mouth fell open as he stared at her. She could make out the faint sounds of a tv coming from inside.

“Happy Halloween” Feyre said, her voice shaking a little.

Rhysand just kept looking at her like she was a ghost.

“Rhys?” She asked, clutching the photos in her hand a little tighter and bit on her bottom lip. Maybe this had been a mistake, maybe he had forgotten her after so many years of radio silence, maybe he was pissed off and didn’t want to see her-

“Feyre” His voice was low, filled with wonder and his eyes glimmered with an emotion so intense that Feyre’s stomach clenched. “Is it really you?”

She let out a low laugh and nodded. “Yeah, it’s me.” And as if to prove it, she held up the photos and watched as Rhys’ eyes flicked down to look at them. His jaw clenched and he blinked away the wetness in his eyes.

“I have a gift for you.” Feyre said, pointing over her shoulder towards her car. “But before that, I need you to answer a question for me.”

“Anything.” Rhys said, swallowing hard, not even looking at the car.

“Trick or treat?” She asked, grinning up at him.

He let out a startled laugh and then he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

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[divorceddanneel]

What do you think of the “theory” antis have that Danneel is having an affair with Steve?

facts: no proof of an affair, whatsoever. 💁🏼‍♀️

personal thoughts:

they’re all three genuine friends, as much as anyone dislikes it.

I don’t like Steve, he’s got small-dick-guitarist energy and it’s evident in how poorly mixed the Radio Company record was. the guitar tracks were embarrassingly loud. they were trying to sound like Kaleo-meets-Anderson-East but it’s just...not. it’s so imbalanced I would volunteer to fix it for them without pay and go uncredited lmao

off topic but I would LOVE a Kaleo/Anderson East tour. god. wow. anyway.

the Danneel-and-Steve friendship makes it clear that Jensen is not the kind of man to dominate his wife’s behavior and block her friendships with other men. it’s nice to have evidence of that, and i hope the antis who expect men to behave that way get out of their abusive relationships soon.

the Danneel-and-Steve friendship doesn’t seem to extend beyond hanging out with other people too — is she having an affair with everyone Jensen knows? or just the entirety of mardi gras? america explain

I think Danneel was living vicariously through Jensen’s music endeavor (which is normal), and so she really wanted to be in the middle of everything. And she wouldn’t have been in the middle of everything if Jensen didn’t want her there.

theres a cultural expectation for bands to be ride-or-die friends. Since Steve and Jensen are a music duo, that has to be played up. a lot. and since Danneel is in the middle of it and so excited about the project, she’s very visibly part of the ride-or-die-friends thing. also, they’ve all three been friends for a long long time anyway.

update to the dream concert tour: Kaleo, Anderson East, and then Jet headlining. I’m going to cry it’s so perfect. I need a playlist stat.

I can’t shut up about everything wrong with Radio Company there are college freshman mixing better records and writing tighter songs and Jensen could have been at his best if he’d had a decent producer guiding the project

I’m talking about RC because I literally can’t think of anything else, theres no juicy gossip here to analyze, steve just happens to exist adjacent to the ackles, sorry guys

behavioral observations:

antis will squeal infidelity over any man she takes a selfie with, including her own brother (this is not sarcasm)

the same antis who want to prove Danneel is a whore sinning with steve want jensen to be actively cheating on Danneel, whether they think he is gay or not.

they’re also dull enough to fall for the “jensen fucked jessica simpson and then cheated on her with leeann rimes” soap opera tabloid fodder from, what, 22 years ago? give me a break it’s more likely that Bat Boy was real and Elvis is alive. Jensen was just arm candy for them at events.

All of the affair rumors are anti generated, about a handful of public pictures, and they’re particularly tied into Yanti’s woobie jensen narrative. Yanti needs Jensen to be abused so she can continue to receive emotional stimulation from obsessing over him, therefore: Danneel must be having an affair to hurt Jensen.

most fans don’t like Steve because he is a threat to the J2 5ever narrative and otherwise they don’t know anything about him

(anyone remember Bat Boy in the shock tabloids in the supermarket aisle? tiny me was terrified he would swoop down and kidnap me off the sidewalk at dusk)

#danneel and steve is not a thing #yanti adjacent #diane shouts about rock and roll #anti danneel losers #anti jared losers #profiling #behavior analysis #replies #anon #diane shouts about radio company

[rescue3000]

The Last Time

Word count: 2074

Warnings: sadness, crying, death, ANGST

A/n: guys I cried writing this trust me but I hope you enjoy and give feedback maybe?

Tags who may like: @skymoonandstardust @thothollandd @curlytoms @hollandroos @hollandsosterfield @h-osterfield @hazthediv @hazostrfield @tomshufflepuff @tomnhaz @osterfield-holland @osterfields-hollands @marvelousxtsh @ilytomholland

There she was in the passenger seat of her uncle Tom’s car driving to the nearest Starbucks. Staring out the window with a small pout wanting her dad back. Her blonde, curly hair blowing around her with the window down as her blue eyes stared, intrigued by everything, out the window.

Tom shook his head with a chuckle seeing the 16 year old by his side. Running a hand through his soft, brown curls singing along to the song.

Unable to not smile she joined along with him and in no time they were happy again. Her dad was away filming a movie and he had asked Tom to look after her since her mom left them.

Parking the car when they got to Starbucks, Tom moved around and opened the door for her.

“Thank you Uncle Tom.”

“Well someone has to be able to make you smile, darling.”

Rolling her eyes before they head inside while Tom heads to the counter and she grabs a table by the window. Pulling her phone out not seeing a new message from her dad made her sigh sadly. Emma knew her dad is a busy man. Unlike Tom who still acts just makes more time for his family and friends.

Ordering two grande hot chocolates for them, Tom leaned against the counter waiting for them to be made while staring at his niece. Feeling his phone vibrate, he pulled it out and saw the message from Haz.

“She still doesn’t have a clue right?”

Smiling he shook his head replying, “no and intend to keep it that way until you say mate.” Hearing his name be called pulls him out of his thoughts and he thanks the barista before grabbing the cups. Setting a cup in front of his niece before taking the seat in front of her.

“Anything from your dad?” He asked taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

“No but I figured he would be busy like always..” tapping her fingers against the warm cup looking at him with a small smile. “I know he’s busy but he didn’t send me a good message text today, he always sends one usually right after he wakes up.”

Tom nodded his head understanding her words. “Well, maybe they needed him on set right off the bat.” He suggested knowing that’s happened to him many times in the past.

“Yeah maybe.”

Tom took his phone out and took a picture of her with her hair tucked behind her ear and blue eyes shining while staring out the window. Smiling at his work he posted it to Instagram tagging her and Haz in the picture.

“I swear I don’t know which of you posts more pictures of me, you or dad.” She smiled shaking her head before liking the post and shutting her phone off. Thanking Tom for the hot chocolate before taking a long sip, making him laugh.

“Slow down kiddo we’ve got all the time to sit here.”

“I’m glad you’re here Uncle Tom, I just miss dad a lot more today than usual. Do you know when he should have a break?” She asked knowing Haz should have one off soon, maybe.

Tom shook his head with a sad smile knowing how she feels, having missed his family a lot when away filming.

Emma moved to the seat by him pulling her drink in front of her. Leaning against him with her head in the crook of his neck feeling his arm wrap around her tightly and protectively. They sat in silence for a few minutes while finishing their drinks.

“Wanna come back to mine and we can watch any movie you pick love?”

“Yes please and thank you again Uncle Tom.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me, it’s my job to be here when your dad can’t. Now come on underoos.”

Laughing as they headed out back to the car before hopping in and making the trip back to Tom’s house.

Harrison let out a sigh as he walked into his hotel room a quarter to one in the morning. Looking at the time he knew Emma would be asleep so he didn’t want to wake her up. His phone came to life after it died earlier in the day. Seeing the post Tom tagged them both in made him smile sadly. He missed his baby girl so much. Only a few more days until he’d be home for the next three months. Dialing Tom’s number as it rang three times before he picked up.

“Haz? What’s up mate?”

“Just got back in my room. Saw the pic, hopefully you made her day a bit better yeah?”

“Took some time but yeah. We are at my place since she didn’t want to he alone. She misses you a lot today. Asked if I knew when you would come home, don’t worry I said I didn’t know.”

Harrison groaned running his hand rough his messy, blond curls. “Okay yeah I should be back in tomorrow night if the weather stays good. Remember that I’m driving so just keep Em occupied okay?”

“Yeah I can do that. You okay?”

“Eh I will be probably just how long the day was.”

“I’ll let you go, don’t forget to text her tomorrow morning yeah?”

“Yeah see you.”

Haz hung up the phone and let it sit on the bed charging. Falling onto the bed after packing up his stuff before falling asleep.

Soon morning came far to early for his liking. He got up and showered then changed clothes before heading for checkout. Smiling as he left and got a ride to the airport. On the way there he sent his daughter a text.

“Hey Em good morning. Hope you slept okay. Be a good girl for Tom yeah? I love you so much baby. I miss you.”

Paying the driver when he gets to the airport and grabs his suitcase before walking inside. He was stopped a few times for autographs and pictures but then he had to get to his gate waiting for boarding. After sending a text to Tom that he was about to board and rough time he’d land, Harrison grabbed his carry on and walked onto the plane to his seat.

Meanwhile Emma woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Smiling as she hopped out of bed and threw on one of her dad’s hoodies before grabbing her phone heading downstairs. Walking into the kitchen she shook her head as she watched her uncle dance around to the song playing as he cooked.

“Good morning Uncle Tom.”

Turning around he smiled before putting the food onto two plates. Grabbing them and setting them on the table kissing her head. “Good morning kiddo, how’d you sleep?”

“Okay and you?”

“Same here now why don’t you eat up and then we can go watch the news?”

They sat in silence as they ate and replied to texts. Both sending texts to Harrison and Emma smiling seeing her text from her dad. Once they ate and did the dishes, they settled down on the couch watching the news.

Tom’s phone buzzed in his pocket and her pulled it out. Nodding his head sending a reply to Haz telling him he landed. “Okay mate drive safe.”

“Always do don’t I?”

Putting his phone back he saw Emma watching him. “Don’t worry it was just Mum asking me a question love.”

Narrowing her blue eyes at him, “if you say so.”

“I say so.”

Emma rolled her eyes laughing before watching the news.

Harrison smiled as he watched the plane land in London. After grabbing his suitcase from luggage he found his car and started the journey back to his home. He had the radio on low playing music while tapping the steering wheel. It was a slow pace moving, but that’s normal this time of year and the weather. Before he knew it he was being rammed from behind and crashed into the car in front. It caused a domino effect before eventually stopping with a fourteen car pile up. Groaning and hardly able to move, he picked his head up and saw the blood on his face and realized he was stuck and losing a lot of blood at a fast rate.Soon paramedics got everyone out. Haz was in and out of consciousness by the time he was out of his car and on a stretcher in an ambulance speeding to the hospital.

There was a breaking news about a car pile up near the airport. “...among the injured are Harrison Osterfield…”

Tom and Emma both shocked as they started getting notifications from their families.

“We have to go please…”

“Go grab your coat love I’ll be in the car.”

With that Tom went to his car and waited for his niece. If something happened to Harrison it would be up to Tom to take care of Emma because not only was her her uncle but also godfather. As soon as Emma got in the car, Tom started the car and speed as fast as he could without getting a ticket to the hospital.

Once they got there and rushed inside getting to the nursing station. Tom asked about Harrison and they said he was still in surgery. Hearing that made him look at his niece who was already losing the color in her face only leaving her blue eyes shining with tears. Wrapping her in his arms he moved them to a chair and he sat down pulling her into his lap while whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

Eventually they passed the time by getting on social media and taking selfies.

Soon it was three hours later when a voice said, “Mr.Holland?”

They shot up like rockets and went to the nurse.

“How is he?”

“He’s not doing that good, the surgery went fine but we are keeping him here for a few days to see what happens.”

“Can..can I see my dad?” Tom wrapped his arm around Emma hearing her voice crack made him want to cry.

“Yes of course but he be in and out of consciousness for a while. He’s in room 164.”

“Thank you for telling us.” Tom smiled before nodding and pulling his niece with him as they followed the directions to Harrison’s room.

He groaned softly opening his blue eyes to see the white lights and smell of hospital around him. Moving his head blinking trying to sit up but winced at the pain in his abdomen. Looking down he saw the semi bloody wrappings around him. Trying to recall what happened after the crash was a blur. All he can remember is just wanting to hold his little girl, his Emma. Harrison gently moved biting back the whimpers wanting to escape before he was sitting up against the pillows. Hearing the beep of the monitors he looked and saw his heartbeat isn’t what it should be and making him frown as he started feeling weaker by the minute. Looking towards the door as it opened and with a weak smile he watched as his daughter rushed to his side gently hugging him.

“Hey baby girl, don’t cry I’m going to be okay.”

“The news said it was really bad and then they said your name and I just oh daddy I was so scared!” Emma cried into his neck as he looked at Tom who had his own eyes full of tears threatening to fall.

“I’m sorry baby but I’m here now.” His heartbeat was getting slower each second.

Tom gently pulled Emma away as a nurse came in explaining the situation to him. He nodded before pulling his crying niece out of the room tonwatch through the window.

“What’s happening?”

“You’re dad just needs a lot of rest and we can’t be in there right now love.”

Wiping her tears away as she buried herself in her uncle crying.

Tom held Emma as he saw more people rush into the room to try to help Harrison get better by the minute. Already knowing the worse he moved Emma farther away to a small chair in the hallway and sat her down. Moving back to the room he opened the door hearing the words he never wanted to hear.

“...time of death is 3:13pm”

To let himself fall to the ground crying as Emma felt her world crashing down.

#harrison osterfield #tom holland #marvel #dad!haz #uncle!tom

[swannscroft]

Gun for Hire OC---> Far Cry 5

Elizabeth (Liz) Palmer “Fights because she can.”

Specialty:  Spy Age:  21 Birthday:  July 10th  Hair:  Blonde Eyes:  Hazel Height:  5’7” Location:  Whitetail Mountains- South of the Stone Ridge Chalet Occupation:  Former college student Backstory:   Liz grew up in Hope County and went to high school there.  She was the 2nd baseman for the Hope County Cougars softball team.  She helped them win the state championship two years in a row.  Despite her Cougars shirt, she fights with The Whitetail Militia.  She is the niece of Eli Palmer.  When she returned to her childhood home for the first time in years, she was captured by the cult. Jacob discovered her relation to Eli and used her against him

Recruitment Mission:  Help Liz blow up the speakers around the Stone Ridge Chalet. ELIMINATE all enemies/ FREE Liz/ TALK to Liz/ FOLLOW Liz/ BLOW UP the speakers (0/5) /TALK to Liz Rewards:   +600 Resistance points/ Liz Palmer added to your roster/ Carry more melee weapons

Special Abilities: MELEE EXPERT- Give her a bat and she’ll knock any Peggies out of the park. - Liz’s weapon of choice is a barbwire baseball bat with screws sticking out of it.  You’ll also be able to get a few extra melee weapons from her if yours run out.  That means more shovels and more dead Peggies. PEGGIE INTEL- Marks all locations of enemy properties on your map. - When active as one of your GFH all the locations of cult properties including; roadblocks, prisoners vans, and supply vehicles are revealed on your map for the specific region you are in.

Relationships:  

Eli- She is very close with her Uncle.  Will do anything he asks.  Even if that sometimes means not fighting if it means that she’s safe.

Wheaty- Is best friends with Wheaty.  They are always hanging out at the Wolf’s Den together and jamming to the best music.

Jess- The archer doesn’t like her.  Jess thinks that she’s just as bad as all the other Peggies.  Jess calls her ‘Jacob’s little bitch’.  The girls will get along if they share a common goal in killing cultists, but that’s about it.

Sharky- He and Liz will argue over which songs to play on the radio.  Sharky wants to play disco, while she prefers classic rock.  Despite their difference in music taste she finds Sharky very amusing.

Adelaide- She absolutely LOVES Adelaide.  Addie thinks of Liz as the daughter she never had and likes Liz better than Hurk Jr.  She and Addie will talk about which of the guys in Hope County are the hottest (and how the Seed bros are the hottest out of all of them.)

Grace- Liz really looks up to Grace and aspires to be like her.  Sometimes she’ll totally fangirl when Grace is around.  Grace finds it flattering but doesn’t see herself as a role model.

Pratt- She dated Staci Pratt for a few months in high school.  Despite their messy break up, she feels terrible that he is under Jacob’s control.

Hurk Jr- Liz totally wants to join Hurk’s Gate but he won’t let her because she isn’t named Hurk.  She told him by that logic he and his father would be the only ones that could join his cult.  

What she thinks of the Seed siblings:

Joseph- She finds his man bun creepy.  She can’t decide if he looks more like a hipster or a cowboy.  She almost accidently ended up in the cult when she was younger.  No one had told her that they were crazy.  Liz had wandered in Joseph’s compound one Sunday morning in high school.  She thought he was a youth pastor.  To her surprise Joseph was indeed not, a youth pastor.

John- Does not like John’s power of yes.  One of her worst fears is ending up in John’s bunker.  Getting her skin cut off isn’t her definition of a ‘good time’.

Jacob- Won’t really tell anyone the truth about what happened while she was with Jacob.  If you ask her about it she’ll dodge the question.  No one knows if he tortured her or something very different.  All everyone knows is that she spent a lot of time with the redhead soldier.  Jacob enjoyed knowing that he had Eli’s niece under his thumb.

Faith- Liz is actually quite fond of Faith.  She feels bad for the girl, knowing that she wasn’t the first girl controlled by Joseph.  Before Joseph had found Rachel, he had picked out Liz as one of the potential candidates for ‘Faith’.  You’ll sometimes see her chitchatting with Faith when she appears.  Liz has wandered into the bliss willingly to try to reason with Faith but the girl is too far gone.

Quotes:

In her recruitment mission- “Thanks for getting me out of that cage.  If I had been there any longer I’d be good as dead.  My name’s Liz.  I’m Eli’s niece.  My Uncle runs the militia up in these mountains.  I didn’t know shit about this Eden’s Gate nonsense before.  I had just gotten home and those fucking cultists nabbed me out on the road. Jacob was ready to write me off as weak, feed me to his judges, until he found out who I was.  He liked having me around, knowing that I was related to Eli.  He kept me in a cage and treated me like I was his pet, called me his ‘little lamb’.  I guess Jacob got tired of my big mouth.  I had outgrown my usefulness to him. He said he’d come back for me when I was nothing but bones.  I’ve gotten real sick of listening to this bastard talk.  Help me take out the speakers around here so I don’t have to listen to him anymore.”

“I’ll put in a good word with Eli for ya’, tell him you’re one of the good ones.  Look Dep, I know you got a lot of skilled people looking to help you but I’d love to fight back.  You and me, we’re gonna shove my bat so far up Jacob’s ass that he’s gonna choke on it.  See you around, Dep.

In Jacob’s region- “Why does everyone think that I fucked Jacob Seed?  I mean sure Jacob’s tall, buff, and okay whatever, he’s a hunk I’ll give him that.  But do you know how old he is?  47.  That’s fucking disgusting.  I ain’t nobody’s sugar baby.  Besides if someone told you were meat every day, you wouldn’t want to fuck them either.”

“I never got to properly thank you for getting me out of there Dep.  Eli’s really the only family I have left.  I’d do anything for him.  Even if that means doing some things that I don’t agree with.”

“I don’t think Jacob realizes that when he tells someone they are meat it has a different connotation when he says it to a woman.  It makes it sound like Jacob’s into some kinky shit.  Not that I would have firsthand experience about that.  Because... I don’t...”

“Truth is, I was really no one before I met Jacob.  I was just a dumb sorority girl.  Eden’s Gate trained me, they showed me how to fight.  Too bad all that training will be used to kill every single last one of them.”

“You’ve met Jacob in person before, right Dep?  He’s one ugly son of a bitch ain’t he?  He looks pretty good without a shirt though... like damn.  Did I just say that out loud?”

In John’s region- “I heard that John tattoos people’s chest then cuts off their skin and calls it ‘atonement’. I call being a perverted little shit.  He probably just kidnaps the pretty women so he can rip their shirts off.”

“Did I ever tell you about the time I just waltzed into Joseph’s Compound?  Yeah my dumb ass thought it was just a new church in town.  None of the warning signs in my head were going off.  I just thought ‘hey this church has tv screens for the song lyrics, that’s cool!’  I have a selfie with Joseph Seed somewhere on my phone.  I’m pretty sure I put it on my snapchat story too.”

“If no one else is gonna talk about the elephant in the room, I’m gonna say it.  All of the Seed Brothers are hot as fuck.  Too bad they’re all fucking insane.  Man it is always the crazy ones that get ya’.  Just ask all those women that went home with Ted Bundy.  You can’t.  Because you know…  They’re dead.”

In Faith’s region- “It’s not Faith’s fault that’s she’s crazy.  She wasn’t the first one to be controlled by Joseph.  There were countless girls before her who took on the name Faith.  He even sought me out at one point.  I’m just glad it was her who took the name and not me.”

“Everybody will go on and on about how great the Hope County baseball team is but they sucked ass.  It was the softball team that were the real ball players.  We won two state championships back to back.  I hit the game winning home run for one of them.  But I’m sure Sharky and Hurk will just tell you how fun it was to get hammered at the baseball games.”

“Killing all these angels, I feel just like Rick Grimes!  You don’t watch that show?  When this is all over Dep we’re sitting on my couch and binge watching every episode.  It’s going to be freaking awesome!”

#me: does shit like this instead of actually updating my fic #far cry 5 #far cry #liz palmer #jacob seed #jacob seed x oc #gun for hire oc #jacob seed x liz palmer #does anybody still read my garbage #or care about fc5 #because i'm still in this dumpster #make the darkness bright #mtdb

[soft-simmer]

get to know me tag

rules: post a pic of your simself and answer the questions. 

what’s your full name? Juliane

what’s your nickname? Jules/Kali/Juwy

birthday? 16.03

favorite book series? the harry po.....no Skullduggery..eh no none right now

do you believe in aliens or ghosts? i believe in both

favorite author? idk

favorite radio station? RadioBoB

what is your favorite flavor of anything? Mint

what would you use often to describe something great or wonderful?  amazing, wow this is crazy?

current favorite song? Zara Larsson - Ruin my Life

what’s your favorite word? like, what

last song you listened to?  Graduation (Friends Forever) - Vitamin C 

what tv show would you recommend for everybody to watch? Wynonna Earp WATCh.IT!

favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? Stardust

do you play video games? yes

biggest fear? hights, too crowded places

what’s your best quality in your opinion? my humor? idk

what’s your worst quality? my humor? idk

cats or dogs? cats and dogs *badumtizz*

favorite season? Fall

are you in a relationship? *lays down on my bed* lemme show you my bea..bed!

what is something you miss from childhood? nothing..idr remember

who is your best friend? someone i meet while playing Guild Wars 2 <3

what is your eye color? blue-grey

what is your hair color? it was red when i was little, now it's a muddy redisch brown. but i bleach it most of the time and put in funky colors like blue, green, violet and Pink :D

who is someone you love? my cat

who is someone you trust? not many

who is someone you think about often?  family and friends

are you currently excited about/for anything? my bff is visiting me for a few days so im kind of looking forward to that :)

what is your biggest obsession? right now? Sims 4 can’t you tell? :D

what was your favorite tv show as a child?  Wedding Peach

who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? no one?

are you superstitious? yes

do you have unusual phobias? i have a phobia of deep water, like i love to swim but still deep water is scurry baby

do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? both

favorite hobby? playing videogames, editing in photoshop, drawing and singing

last book you read?  Shatter Me 

last movie you watched? the greates showman

favorite animal? all the animals

what musical instruments do you play? trumpet

top 5 tumblr blogs you follow? @dear-solar  @saurussims  @nolan-sims @joliebean @wild-pixel

what superpower do you wish you had? super strength

when and where do you feel most at peace? at home

what makes you smile? little things

what sports do you play? i played football for a few years, but right now nothing.

what’s your favorite drink? soda

when was the last time you wrote something by hand to someone? yesterday to my dad x’D

are you afraid of heights? yes

what’s your biggest pet peeve? when people eat with their mouths open?

have you ever been to a concert? yes

are you vegan or veggie? veggie..or more like an i don’t like eating steak..or something like that. i’m more of a ground meat kinda guuuurl

when you were little what did you want to be when you grew up? idk

what fictional world would you like to live in? Sims

what’s something you worry about? everything

are you scared of the dark? no not really

do you like to sing?  YeS

have you ever skipped school? yes

what’s your favorite place on the planet? my bed?..noo Scotland :D

where would you like to live? scotland

do you have pets? yes two cats and one guenia pig 

are you more of an early bird or a night owl? i am a bat so take it as you like?

sunrises or sunsets? sunsets

do you know how to drive?  yes

earbuds or headphones? headphones

have you ever had braces? never, my teeth are to weak for it

what’s your favorite music genre? the i-listen-to-it-if-it-has-a-nice-sound-to-it-genre

who’s your hero? Derek Hale

do you read comic books? no

what makes you angriest? unfairness and rudeness

do you prefer to read a real book or electronic? both *spoken like a realy pan person hahaha*

what’s your favorite school subjects? music, english and art

do you have any siblings?  yes one older brother and one older sister

what was the last thing you bought? a mug for my bff

how tall are you? 170cm

can you cook? sometimes

what are three things you love? my pets, family/friends and my bed

what are three things you hate? me, myself and i

do you have more female or more male friends? 50/50 my dude

what is your sexual orientation? Pansexual *licks a pan*

where do you currently live? At home?

who was the last person you texted? my BFF BECAUSE SHE IS VISITING ME TOMORROW!!!

when was the last time you cried? last night 

who’s your favorite youtube? rtgamescallmekevin

do you like to take selfies? sometimes

what’s your favorite app? discord

what’s your relationship with your parents like? we are good i can talk to them about everything

what’s your favorite foreign accent? Scottish, Irish

what’s a place you’ve never been to but want to visit?  Ireland

what’s your favorite number? 3

can you juggle? no

are you religious? i once was

do you find outer space or the deep ocean more interesting? i don’t want to be in neither of these two so well

do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? no, i am the biggest wuss

are you allergic to anything? no, maybe?

can you curl your tongue? yes

can you wiggle your ears? no :(

how often do you admit that you’re wrong about something? always sometimes

forest or beach? forest, like THINK ABOUT ALL THE SAND >.>

what’s your favorite piece of advice anyone has ever given you? Just try it

are you a good liar? no, or am i?

what’s your hogwarts house? Hufflepuff

do you talk to yourself? yes

are you an introvert or extrovert? it deepends on the situation i am in.

do you keep a journal? no 

do you believe in second chances? soooomtimes

if you found a wallet full of money on the ground what would you do? idk

do you believe people are capable of change? some are some are not

are you ticklish? *squints eyes* i will never tell

have you ever been on a plane? yes two times already

do you have piercings? yup

what fictional character do you wish was real? idk

do you have tattoos? sadly not

what’s the best decision you’ve made in your life so far? to get a cat

do you believe in karma? yes

do you wear glasses or contacts? no

do you want children? yes

who’s the smartest person you know? my brother

what’s your most embarrassing memory? don’t get me started, the one time i though i was in love with one....

have you ever pulled an all nighter? yes 

what color are most of your clothes? blue, red and grey

do you like adventures? no

have you ever been on tv? nopes

how old are you? 27

what’s your favorite quote?  Is ait an mac an saol.

do you prefer sweet or savory foods? sweeeeeeeet

#about me #oh look a tag #haha #i'm so sorry

[feua-old]

Simself tag! 

I was tagged by the wonderful @teael​ thank you!! I tag @bearcula​ @ouikala​ @candlesundae​ and anyone else who wants to!

What is your full name? Rachael

What is your nickname? Rach

Birthday? 1/23

What is your favorite book series? Probs ‘The Ashes trilogy’ by Isla J. Bick

Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Both, I’m a boogara

Who is your favorite author? I don’t really keep up with different authors

What is your favorite radio station? I don’t like the radio :/

What is your favorite flavor of anything? Uhhh

What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? Rad or Sick

What is your current favorite song? Be Concerned by Twenty One Pilots

What is your favorite word? Lovely

What was the last song you listened to? My Boy by Billie Eilish 

What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? Steven Universe

What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? Hercules I guess

Do you play video games? We been knew

What is your biggest fear? Dying without a legacy (wow I’m Alexander Hamilton)

What is your best quality, in your opinion? Nothing lol

What is your worst quality, in your opinion? Everything, I suck

Do you like cats or dogs better? Cats

What is your favorite season? Fall

Are you in a relationship? Haha I wISH but no one wants to date me

What is something you miss from your childhood? Nothing

Who is your best friend? The girl I’ve known since the first day of preschool is my #1

What is your eye color? Sometimes brown sometimes hazel I swear they change

What is your hair color? Auburn

Who is someone you love?  My friends and my crush

Who is someone you trust? My friends and my crush

Who is someone you think about often? My crush

Are you currently excited about/for something? Nope

What is your biggest obsession? uhhhh idfk tbh

What was your favorite TV show as a child? Kim Possible

Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? My crush

Are you superstitious? A little? idrk

Do you have any unusual phobias? I’m afraid of flying because it might crash

Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? Behind cause I love photography but I hate my face

What is your favorite hobby? Sleeping I guess

What was the last book you read? Unbecoming by Jenny Downham 

What was the last movie you watched? Ralph Breaks The Internet

What musical instruments do you play, if any? I can play piano but I don’t have one

What is your favorite animal? Bats

What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? - I don’t like picking favorites cause I feel bad

What superpower do you wish you had? Telekinesis 

When and where do you feel most at peace?  No where

What makes you smile? My crush

What sports do you play, if any?  I played T-ball when I was little but now I don’t do that shit

What is your favorite drink? Coke or Tea

When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? October 23 or 24 I’m p sure

Are you afraid of heights? a little

What is your biggest pet peeve? People who read like “The. Dog. Was. Brown.” you know?? like robots

Have you ever been to a concert? Yea

Are you vegan/vegetarian? Not comfortable answering 

When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? An archaeologist (I was a dinosaur kid)

What fictional world would you like to live in? Tbh probably Pokemon cause they chill

What is something you worry about? Everything

Are you scared of the dark? I’m afraid of what could be in the dark

Do you like to sing? Yeah but I actually suck at it

Have you ever skipped school? Nope

What is your favorite place on the planet? Uhhhh

Where would you like to live? Anywhere but here

Do you have any pets? Two cats; Buttercup and Salem

Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? Night Owl

Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? Sunsets

Do you know how to drive? No

Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

Have you ever had braces? No but I need them

What is your favorite genre of music? Alternative, rock, emo, a little bit of pop

Who is your hero? My crush basically saved my life so

Do you read comic books? Nah

What makes you the most angry? Ignorant people

Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? Real book

What is your favorite subject in school? Art

Do you have any siblings? No

What was the last thing you bought? Seasons I think

How tall are you? 5′4″

Can you cook? Uhh I can kinda make pancakes

What are three things that you love? Music, My friends, My cats

What are three things that you hate? People in my school, math, and coffee

Do you have more female friends or more male friends? Female

What is your sexual orientation? Pansexual 

Where do you currently live? The USA 

Who was the last person you texted? My friend

When was the last time you cried? Last night lmao

Who is your favorite YouTuber? Safiya Nygard,Elise Ecklund,Danny Gonzales to name a few

Do you like to take selfies? I don’t like to but I send them to my bff and my crush

What is your favorite app? Prob Pinterest or YouTube

What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? Rocky

What is your favorite foreign accent?  British

What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? England

What is your favorite number? 6

Can you juggle? Lol no

Are you religious? Not at all

Do you find outer space or the deep ocean to be more interesting? Space

Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? No

Are you allergic to anything? Dogs

Can you curl your tongue? Yeah

Can you wiggle your ears? No

How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? most of the time

Do you prefer the forest or the beach? Forest

What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? I don’t get advice

Are you a good liar? Eh, probably not cause I only ever tell the truth

What is your Hogwarts House? Slytherin

Do you talk to yourself? Yea

Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert

Do you keep a journal/diary? No but tbh I should

Do you believe in second chances? Depends

If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? Turn it in

Do you believe that people are capable of change? Maybe

Are you ticklish? Yea

Have you ever been on a plane? When I was like 2

Do you have any piercings? I only have ear piercings but I don’t wear earrings anymore

What fictional character do you wish was real? Anyone that I fell in love with while reading about them

Do you have any tattoos? Nah

What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? To drop someone who hurt me

Do you believe in karma? Maybe?

Do you wear glasses or contacts? No but I look better with glasses

Do you want children? Yeah 2

Who is the smartest person you know? My crush

What is your most embarrassing memory? I don’t want to talk about that

Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? I stayed awake for 2 and a half days in a row

What color are most of you clothes? black white and like other dark colors

Do you like adventures? Depends

Have you ever been on TV? Twice I think

How old are you? 14

What is your favorite quote? Don’t have one

Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? Sweet

#tag game #teael #bearcula #ouikala #candlesundae #simself