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fiend-shaped · 2 months

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Teens sleep headcanons

Can you tell what im supposed to be doing rn lol

Taylor:

-Taylor has to build himself an exosuit of pillows in order to be comfortable (hence the exorbitant number of bodypillows)

-he has a large bed but always presses himself into the corner

-falls asleep very easily even when he's trying to stay awake

-one christmas morning when he was 8 Cassandra found him asleep in the living room with a sword

-when she woke him he cried because he'd missed his chance to challange santa to single combat and would have to wait another year to try again

-morning person, somehow in a non-obnoxious way

Normal:

-Normal always kicks off his blanket

-he moves around a lot and has fallen off of his bed on more than one occasion

-when he was 10 he begged his parents to let him have a bunk bed but they were justifiably worried he'd hurt himself

-he always has trouble falling asleep but once he's out it's very hard to wake him

-he tried using an alarm for a while but it didn't matter how loud or long it was, he always slept through it

-usually Hero has to wake him and more often than not she just drops a cold washcloth on his face

-pretends very hard to be a morning person

Scary:

-Scary tried to make herself sleep in a coffin pose but it didn't work

-She sleeps with socks on

-one time she had a dream where Terry Junior had been her dad since she was born

-after that she didn't really talk to him for about 2 days

-when she was younger (before tj) she always made sure to arrange her stuffed animals so that they would all be equally close because she didn't want any of them to feel left out

-is genuinely not a morning person but also plays it up quite a bit

Lincoln:

-Lincoln has to be against a wall or he has a hard time sleeping

-he keeps his windows wide open, even when it's cold outside

-no problem falling asleep but usually wakes up multiple times a night

-is extremely comitted to making the football asmr thing work (at this point it kinda does but for the first few months it kept him awake and he just really didn't wanna admit it)

-is basically a morning person but not used to waking up for school yet

Bonus:

-Hermie has insomnia

-when he can't sleep he lies in the dark and 'runs lines'

-sometimes it's movies or plays he likes, sometimes it's rehearsed conversations and monologues

-when he can't remember a line (or hasn't thought of it yet in the conversation/monologue case) he repeats the last thing he said over and over until he figures out what comes next

-as part of his deep cover operation to steal the mascot costume he conviced his parents that he'd started taking a special morning class at chaparral. He needed to do this because his father always dropped him off on the way to work and he needed enough time to take the bus over to san dimas high in time for actual school to start. (Yes, this means that he hasn't been attending high school for the better part of a year and that his parents have somehow not noticed this)

-has to get up so so early for this stupid fucking scheme why is he doing this to himself i don't even care about chaparral high (internal monologue of the unfortunate compulsive scammer)

-tries (read: fails) not to nap throughout the day in hopes it'll fix his sleep schedule

#I know the hermie running lines thing is on the nose #But it is also literally something that i a real flesh boy do in real flesh life so im giving myself a pass #This is entirly vibes based no research so if it contradicts anything in canon no it doesn't #dndads #dndads season 2 #dungeons and daddies #taylor swift (not that one)#normal oak #scary marlowe #lincoln li wilson #hermie the unworthy #hermie unworthy

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aphrodites-law · 11 months

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Clarke wakes up eight years in the future, where her college best friend happens to be her girlfriend. Part 5/? (Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4)

It was such a beautiful day that Clarke almost felt bad they’d sit in a dark movie theater for two hours. Lexa seemed happy to just hold her hand as they walked down the street, chatting about one of the business projects she was working on.

Clarke knew questions about Lexa’s work were like flirting with danger. There was no way Other Clarke didn’t already know everything about her girlfriend's career, while she could barely hold the conversation. Parks and the environment had never made her feel so dumb. Luckily, Lexa didn’t seem to notice any gaps in her knowledge — or lack thereof.

If Clarke was still on edge about the whole situation, at least it would’ve been nice to have some advantages. Her memory being so selective was a thorn in her side. It was like she was forced to walk this future with horse-blinders on because she might break it irreparably otherwise. It was all so… careful, tailored, that Clarke was starting to reconsider her stance on dorky sci-fi. Maybe Raven had cobbled together some kind of monstrous time machine and then stored it in Lincoln’s basement.

“Do you want Milk Duds?”

Clarke tried to refocus. They’d arrived at the concession stand of the multiplex, where a teenager was shoveling popcorn in a paper bag. Clarke didn’t remember this theater in particular, but the buttery-sweet smell put her at ease. Lexa and her went to the movies whenever they could, treating themselves to sweets. It was familiar territory for once — there was nothing to worry about.

“No, you always hoard them,” Clarke replied mindlessly.

“Do not,” Lexa protested. “You just take forever to eat them.”

“You have to suck the chocolate first.”

“Here we go.”

“What kind of person just bites into them right away?!”

“I don’t know you and I don’t hear you.”

Clarke grinned, finding it so much easier to fall into their banter than more serious exchanges. When the teen set their popcorn on the counter, she reached for her purse to pay but heard a snort and the smooth swipe of Lexa’s credit card.

“Yeah, right,” Lexa said.

They made their way down the hall toward their screen.

“So I can’t pay for my own food at 30?” Clarke teased.

“Not the day of, grandma.”

“Wow, look who’s talking now.”

Lexa pinched her ass so fast that Clarke let out a startled gasp.

—

It was a coming of age story on the raunchy side, with loud scenes and moody visuals in nightclubs and college dorms. Clarke felt completely disconnected from the story, knowing she would forget it soon. The more obvious reason was that they were done with the popcorn and now Lexa had her hand on her bare thigh.

She wasn’t even… doing anything, but it was there, and Clarke didn’t care about any character or any damn plot point because her best friend’s fingers were touching her skin. She could admit that much.

The real mistake had been comparing how Lexa and her usually acted at the movies. Sitting next to each other, sharing food or candy, but never… touching with purpose. Inevitably, Clarke wondered how she would’ve reacted if her Lexa had ever attempted this. If she’d held her hand and made no move to let go. Clarke wanted to believe she would’ve been effortlessly cool about it, but her current state showed otherwise.

Breathing was a tall order and her hands felt clammy. There was no one behind them at least.

“Lexa…” she whispered, glancing at her.

Lexa had a small smile but seemed otherwise focused on the movie. Her hand inched up higher, beneath her dress, and then stilled again.

In the cover of darkness, Clarke realized her assumption she’d be safe from her own desires was a joke. The secluded but still public space made it worse – forbidden in the kind of way that made her ache. Now it made sense why Lexa had responded so positively to her movie suggestion.

From the way her body was reacting, Other Clarke clearly had a fantasy for this type of situation, and Clarke had tapped right into it. Which was unfair, because how could she know she enjoyed this before she even knew it!

“Fuck,” she cursed, her fingers digging into the armrest. With her free hand she reached for Lexa’s wrist, a weak attempt to stop her.

“Lexa,” she repeated quietly. “What are you doing?”

Lexa drew small circles on Clarke’s skin, like an apology. Only it wasn’t. “It’s okay, baby,” she murmured a few seconds later. “Sit back.”

There was… no way. Clarke couldn’t. She couldn’t. But her heart had started pounding and the heat in the pit of her stomach felt unbearable. She knew this feeling but never this intense. There was no scenario where she didn’t take care of this. And to Lexa, there was no scenario where she didn’t care of this.

Which was exactly why Clarke needed to choose her next words carefully: “Not here,” she pleaded, and then: “I’ll be too loud.”

It had the effect Clarke had hoped for. Lexa lost all semblance of control and looked at her, her mouth parted open and her expression unreadable. Yet in the dark room, Clarke could still see the change in her. Could feel how her hand’s soft touch turned into a possessive grip. Fingers pressing into flesh, then her thumb rubbing against the spot as if she worried she’d hurt her.

Lexa was quiet for a beat, then cleared her throat and gathered their belongings. “Come on.”

She’d entwined their hands without Clarke even realizing it, or maybe it was her who’d reached out first. Clarke wasn’t sure she could tell left from right anymore, or if she could even walk to wherever it was Lexa was taking her. They left the room discreetly, but the lights in the hall did nothing to snap Clarke out of her mounting desire.

It felt like the fight had been lost the moment she’d suggested they go slow. Slow had meant eventually, and with Lexa, eventually seemed to only take a few hours.

—

The restroom was miraculously empty for now, but the toilet stall Lexa had dragged her in was a tighter space than expected. Clarke felt a thrill.

Lexa pressed her against the door with little restraint, hand cupping her cheek as she kissed her deeply.

Clarke pulled back and looked into her eyes, knowing she didn’t want to stop her. It wasn’t just how her body reacted to Lexa’s hands or mouth. Wherever they were, from the comfort of their apartment to the cramped confines of this stall, she felt home. Home with Lexa. Attuned to her touch, her smell and her taste. The most mind-bending, confusing event of her life was happening, yet she felt safe. Tethered to this new life as if it was her own. Or could be, at least.

Lexa rubbed their noses together. “Breathe,” she whispered.

Clarke tangled her fingers in her hair. “I’m okay. Just wondering… why the toilet is the romantic setup I get.”

“What do you mean?” Lexa replied with a smirk. “You love traditions.”

“Tradi-”

Lexa kissed her again, her full lips like warm velvet against hers. She kissed her until it almost felt silly that was all they were doing, and really, Clarke was sick of fighting this. She reached for Lexa’s hands and brought them to her breasts, where Lexa needed no further instruction to palm them.

“Fuck, Clarke, I can’t do the whole slow thing anymore.”

“You can’t?” Clarke repeated pointlessly, too lost in the feeling of Lexa’s hands on her body.

“It’s your birthday,” Lexa said against her neck, inhaling when Clarke tilted her head to the side. “And I have so many presents to give.”

Her hands went down to her waist, her ass, and then pushed her dress up. She never looked away from her, smile growing as Clarke’s eyes darkened.

“Lexa…”

It was all she could find to say. Just the name of the woman in all her thoughts. She felt so needy; a need to connect with Lexa in all the ways they never did in her time. She pulled her close and kissed her, chasing her tongue. When Lexa moaned, she was reminded of what she’d told her earlier – how her kisses felt different. Clarke thought, good, let them be different. Let Lexa be surprised too. It was only fair.

Lexa’s hand was beneath lace in a matter of seconds, fingers finally pressing against her.

“Oh, god,” Clarke breathed out, knees buckling.

“I’ve got you,” Lexa promised, firmly holding her thigh up with her other hand.

When she entered her, Clarke’s body felt so overcome with pleasure she briefly worried she’d come on the spot.

“So wet,” Lexa husked in her ear. “I wish I could get on my knees. But not yet.”

Fuck. Clarke closed her eyes, thankful for the small mercy. She wouldn’t have been able to stop Lexa from licking into her if she wanted. Not even for a second. She could only focus on her fingers filling her, harder and faster with every moan that slipped out of her.

Lexa took her quickly, like she worried someone would rob them of this moment if she didn't. Or couldn't wait to see her fall apart. Her eyes never looked away and her skin had a slight shine under the harsh light. She’d never looked more confident; more beautiful. And Clarke felt attractive too, though… with her tits nearly out of her dress, her leg hooked around Lexa’s waist and her fingers buried deep inside her, she should’ve felt dirty. And well, she did, but not in a way where she’d later feel empty. Where she’d be reminded she was someone you had fun with, but that was all. Lexa made her feel like a fucking bombshell. Was showing her that they were on the same page in every facet of this relationship.

Clarke wanted to last longer but couldn’t, needing release like she needed air. It hit her hard, just as Lexa found a different spot and adjusted her angle, because of course she knew every inch of her body. She muffled her moans in Lexa’s top, though she doubted it helped.

Lexa pressed small, tender kisses on her neck while she rubbed her clit in tight circles, whispering I love yous between Clarke’s sighs. For a moment they simply came down the same euphoric wave together, not in a rush to find the world again. When she finally pulled out, Clarke whined in protest. She couldn’t get enough, now wanting nothing more than to make Lexa feel the same.

She’d crossed the line, and there was no part of her that wanted to go back.

#clexa #clexa fic #w #well she lasted half a day it's not too bad #f: citf

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risetherivermoon · 1 month

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heres another bunch of random specific dndads headcanons, this time its teen addition! ft. Hermie, D00d and Hero

- After everything was done and solved Lincoln and Normal remade the yellow bracelets from early s1, now they're braided friendship bracelets

- Taylor has surprisingly never broken a bone

- Normal took gymnastics before getting into Mascot stuff,

- Scary makes Terry Jr. drive her to hot topic and makes him wait outside while she takes like four hours (terry is just happy shes kinda spending time with him)

- Lincoln has a photographic memory

- In elementary school Taylor tried to hide Cassandra's kitchen knives all around the house 'for survival and easy weapon access.' she still finds random knives around the house

- Hermie did ballet

- Whenever Scary is ACTUALLY mad at any of the other teens she will just call them by their full name instead of either a nickname or an insult, (ex. instead of Linc, Tay, Herm, or Norm; Normally, Taylor, Lincoln, and Herman)

- Scary/Terri's favorite food used to be baked potatoes, but Terry ruined it for her bc they had it in common

- D00d thought Hermie was just some weird guy that walked around and stalked the teens without saying anything, for like...a while, because of how much they all forgot about them

- Hermie was genderless and built like a barbie/ken doll (goofs are beyond gender)

- Lincoln was such a lonely kid when he was younger that he'd make sculptures and give them names and talk to them, notably he had a sculpture of a soccer ball he called Soccie (sock-e)

- Scary has a collection of monster energy cans, especially after everything had happened, she would drink energy drinks to not go to sleep in the paranoid fear she'd meet willy again

- Normal has an extra toe

- Taylor has a life times supply of pocky

- Lincoln makes way too much eye contact

- Hero worked at Swallows Ice Cream part time before switching to the pizza delivery job

- Hermie would have never admitted it out loud but he preferred Teen High's theatre program to Chapperal

- Normal has made and ordered so much Teeny the Teen merch that he cannot do anything without something having Teenys face on it

- D00d tried to make friends with Lark at one point, it was not successful not because Lark got mad at them, but his anti-social behavior (he has never made a friend before in his life) mixed with his fear of the doodler lead him to just kind of try to ignore them

- At one point Hermie had a big cartoonish hammer that they would smack Normal's head with whenever they thought it was funny (the hammer felt like getting hit with a balloon)

- Hero convinced Normal he was adopted like ten different times growing up, Sparrow would usually be the one to have to calm him down

- Scary cut up one of her Mom's dresses to wear for herself at one point and after everything was resolved Veronica randomly asked Scary if she'd seen the dress and Scary said the dog ate it (they don't have a dog)

- Lincoln admitted at one point that he'd never had a slurpee before so all the teens went and got them and he had such a bad brain freeze that he started crying

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weirdmefrom13 · 1 year

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the teens as birds in shoes!

Lincoln Li-Wilson: A great blue heron as they're very tall, found in California, adaptable, and they're pretty shy despite their size. They're also pretty quiet AND like to dance. They're monogamous and very family-oriented like a certain paladin! I gave the bird soccer cleats (or at least tried to), cause my man loves soccer.

Scary Marlowe: A Stellers Jay as they look metal as hell, are smart and resourceful due to their corvid status, found in California, and despite how they look, they're very social and need lots of attention from their peers. They have a loud, brash sound and have been known to eat, among many things. small reptiles (emo gecko rip). I gave her the iconic doc martins that every angsty teen with MCR in their playlist has.

Taylor Swift: A Japanese Pygmy Woodpecker, which despite it's size, is exceptionally sturdy, as in order to peck at the bark, they need to be able to keep their brains from being sloshed around from the pressure. They're from Japan, which I think Taylor would appreciate. They tend to hang out with other species, which is fitting since it seems he's friends with just about everyone. I gave him limited edition Beauty and the Beast anime promotional sneakers.

Normal Swallows-Oak-Garcia: A Chipping Sparrow. Partly just because of the pun with his dads name, but also because they're loud and skittish, are found in California, and are ground feeders. That last one doesn't have anything to do with him, but listen, my arms getting tired from reaching. I gave him mascot shoes that I imagine he always wears as Teenie the Teen!

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads taylor swift #dndads lincoln li wilson #dndads scary marlowe #scary marlowe #lincoln li wilson #dndads normal oak #normal swallows oak garcia #dungeons and daddies season 2 #dndads s2 #dndads fanart #art #birds #great blue heron #chipping sparrow #stellers jay #japanese pygmy woodpecker

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abeinginsand · 9 months

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A Taylor "Die Another Day" AU . . . Taylor held that item right before the teens convinced the dragon to take it. Die Another Day is the item that shows the user a vision and locks a death scenario into fate. Its mentioned in that ep that Taylor very carefully sets it down, but...what if he rolled it accidentally instead (and it still counted)? For the fun of it, I decided to use a random number generator to decide the number he would roll:

6 . . . Taylor tripped up, cane flying out of his hands along with the die. He leans toward it, fingers barely missing the falling item. After hearing the clatter of the dice and his cane, Taylor's legs wobble as he falls to his knees on the floor. A searing pain stuns him for a moment--surprising him more so because its his head and not his legs today. His friends' footsteps rushing toward him along with their voices are loud, echoing around him as he closes his eyes. He bites his lips to prevent a pained gasp as a vision suddenly forms in his mind. As images and sensations rattle through him, he tips forward about to hit the floor but Lincoln manages to catch him by the shoulders. Keeps trying to talk to him until eventually, Taylor's snap open again while still an eerie rag doll in his arms. His eyes are a complete, burning bright red and for some reason, as Lincoln 's stomach twists...it reminds him of the ever-present red sky. "Tay--Taylor! Hey, can you hear me?" Those eyes slip closed and then Taylor suddenly sits up, sucking in a harsh breath and bumping Lincoln's head. Normal and Scary are quick to crowd around Taylor at that moment, asking what he saw or if he's okay. Scary feigns nonchalance while her eyes look anxious. Taylor takes another breath and rubs his hair in the spot where he bumped Link's chin. "I think--," He starts to explain and promptly tries to stand up. They watch him wobble and Link very carefully and nervously guides him to sit back down. He continues talking, a mix between groggy and hauntingly cheery as the teen lets out a little laugh "I think one of your dads is going to kill me." Scary tenses up and immediately mutters that her step dad is way too soft to kill someone. Still in denial about what the agent told them earlier. Normal gasps and roles right into a frantic series of questions and exclamations. And Lincoln... Lincoln notices that Taylor avoided his eyes specifically just now. I think one of your dads is going to kill me. I think one of Lincoln's dads is going to kill me.

#taylor swift dndads #dndads taylor swift #lincoln li wilson #dndads #dndads au #abeinginsand writing tag #canon has established that the user can tell people about the death anyway so I'm not following that rule either #angst #dndads fic #fanfic

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razmerry · 7 months

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Rules: shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people.

Yay, music game! I like doing these. Thank you @jasontoddenthusiastt for tagging me :) and I was just thinking about Jason, too.

The Wolf - Fever Ray (anyone who follows my webcomic PATFW, this is Longest-Claws's theme song, so that's why I've been listening to it a lot!)

2. Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood (I don't have a good reason for this... I just really like Carrie Underwood's country girl revenge songs. This one is really fun to belt)

3. Kaze wa Mirai ni Fuku - AKIMA & NEOS (This is the closing theme from the 1998 Trigun anime. I really, really like it. One of the only anime closings that I never skipped)

4. maggot belly - awfultune (In some ways, I really never stop thinking about the maggot belly Frecklewish MAP)

5. Stacy's Mom - Fountains of Wayne (HAS GOT IT GOING ON, SHE'S ALL I WANT AND I'VE WAITED FOR SO LONG)

6. Seventeen - Heathers the Musical (This song is also on my PATFW playlist, and it makes me tear up every time because I imagine my two little gay cats singing it)

7. Don't Mess With Me - temposhark (Applestar's playlist is a really good one to listen to while I work out. It's all metal and high-energy songs)

8. Teen Idle - MARINA (Hm... another PATFW playlist song. I think I just listen to that playlist a whole lot. This one's about my character Asphodelpaw, and it also makes me very sad)

9. They'll Need a Crane - They Might Be Giants (underrated TMBG song!! Really the whole album is underrated!! Everyone go listen to Lincoln)

10. Brandy (You're a Fine Girl) - Looking Glass (I like songs where I get to do the instrumental parts out loud, like in Southern Nights as well. Do, do do do do do. Also, this song was in Guardians of the Galaxy 2 and I like that movie)

If you want to do this too, no pressure:

@dracofelin @nitethekitten @thegreatmaddu @sallytwo @1010luvr @calronhunt @orkestrell @wolfsnis @egg-on-a-legg @sharkface-daydreams

#music #razpost

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sketchfanda · 7 months

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sketch’s smut fic one shot commissions

If between 5 to 20 bucks seema reasonable for the quality I put out then Would anyone be interested esp when I make clear who and what I will and won’t write? Hit me up on dms here or on Twitter as sketchfan85. Roll on up and let’s see what I can provide you

examples of my work https://archiveofourown.org/users/Sketchfan/works one shot smut fics only.

Dudes I will write main muses:Kirishima Moxxie Krillin Muses of choice:Peter Parker, Lincoln loud,aeolus06’s human Tony Tony chopper, dib membrane, beast boy, roadhog, takashiro komuro, hanatarou yamada,patanu’s human rigby,killer croc,shinji ikari,ranma saotome, roger rabbit

possible maybes=izuku,naruto(already have enough of their own smut and harem based fics),luffy(likewise).ron stoppable(henrickdrake's new pets comic has that covered plenty),kaminari,tetsutetsu,Jaune (plenty wrists and artists do him enough plenty), sun wukong,yamcha

chars i will NOT write;any and all saiyan dudes(esp vegeta,gohan or goku,the saiyan centric harem bullshit,fuck you writefiction you gohan fanboy),Cardin,Adam Taurus,bakugo,monoma.mineta,mordecai(fucking simp bluejay),any uchiha(esp asshat),any league of villains dudes or nomus,zetsus,roshi,oolong,happosai, self inserts/ugly bastard/typical hentai douchebags and faceless womanizing casanovas,roshi,oolong,boruto(little shit),harry potter or any other char from his series,likewise no women from that series.

kinks i will NOT write:cuckolding/ntr and cheating esp if any of my muse dudes are the intended targets,any weird or gross crud,rape.no bleached/blacked type stuff or raceplay.

series or movies i won't write:any live action,no literature i mainly read comics and manga as i like my stories visual,but specifically NO MCU,likewise dc movies and connected or related series,no twilight,no vampire diaries or any other type of teen drama bullshit,suernatural or otherwise,no harry potter(i don't give a fuck what or how jk rowling's tanked her own career,i was never into the books and LOATHED the movies and that extends to fantastic beasts). canon art styles like that of butch hartman or seth mcfarlane will be rejected (unless the woman or women in question prove exceptional design wise,and that's a big IF), matt groening series females like from simpsons or futarama also depend on exceptionality of design.Absolutely NO big mouth of anything by the brickleberry crowd.about the only female i'll take from rick and morty is the interstellar demon stripper.

hentais are acceptable so long as i'm familiar with or can learn enough approximate knowledge of the chars from it,likewise any manga/anime or cartoon i'm not familiar with. candidate and scenario suggestions are taken into consideration though some if not all may not make the cut.

So if anyone thinks my writing is worth 5 bucks,hit me up if you're maybe intrigued.

#fanfic #commission #fanfic commissions #fic commissions #one shot #One shot commissions #Sketchfan #sketchfan85 #sketchfanda

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nancydrewwouldnever · 1 year

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NY Daily News - 6 September 2004

He's One Hot Number But Chris Evans says it's risky business being in spotlight

By NANCY MILLS DAILY NEWS WRITER

HOLLYWOOD - Is Chris Evans the next Tom Cruise?

Chris Evans thinks so.

Of course, this makes Evans, all of 23 years old, seem like he has way too much self-confidence.

After all, his two biggest roles came in movies - this year's "The Perfect Score" and 2001's "Not Another Teen Movie" - that grossed a total of $48 million.

But the power of his positive thinking got him his biggest role to date, in "Cellular," opening Friday.

"We saw everyone in Hollywood," says David Ellis, "Cellular's" director. "There are a lot of good actors in Chris' age group - Ashton Kutcher, Topher Grace, Jason Biggs, Shane West. We read all of them, but Chris stood out from the crowd. We wanted a cocky, good-looking kid, someone girls like. Chris is like a young Tom Cruise."

It remains to be seen whether "Cellular" will do for Evans what "Risky Business" did for Cruise. The movie is a fast-paced thriller, with Evans as a surfer dude who just happens to answer his cell phone when Kim Basinger, a kidnap victim, randomly dials it in a desperate attempt to get help.

But there is already one significant way in which Evans is following in Cruise's footsteps. Just as Cruise has had a habit of dating his co-stars - Nicole Kidman, Penelope Cruz - Evans is romancing "7th Heaven's" Jessica Biel, who has a role in "Cellular."

Evans says he and Biel, whom he describes as "such a sweet girl," have agreed to keep their dating private.

"Relationships are difficult," he says. "All that emotion and pain. I can't imagine opening a magazine and reading about my heartache at the newsstand. I said, 'Let's not be seen at clubs being loud and obnoxious. Let's not go to premieres or parties. Let's not get our picture taken.' She's all for it."

Evans has been acting professionally for five years, but he has been plotting his career since junior high. One of four children of a dentist and a dancer, who grew up in the Boston suburb of Sudbury, he says, "If you're a guy doing shows in seventh grade, it's easy to get leads because the competition is minimal. It fills your head with possibilities."

Actually, on this point Evans seems to be modest. One of his teachers in high school says the teen made quite a dramatic impression.

"He was a very talented kid. He was in plays from the time he was a freshman and did all sorts of major roles, like Leontes in 'The Winter's Tale.' He was in pretty much everything," says William Plott, drama director at Lincoln-Sudbury Regional High School.

"There's only a handful of kids with that much talent, and he was certainly one of them, so [Evans' success] is not much of a surprise."

Considering his work in teen movies, Evans may surprise fans with more mature roles. First comes "Cellular." Then in December, he will show his dark side in "Fierce People," with Diane Lane and Donald Sutherland. And he's playing a superhero - the Human Torch - in "Fantastic Four," which is currently filming.

While discussing his career prospects, Evans begins to show his ego once more - with the presumption that stardom may be oh-so-difficult to handle.

"Any leading man runs the risk of being flash-in-the-pan eye candy," he says. "I can't imagine anything worse than being looked at as kind of a joke, a shallow caricature of yourself.

"With 'Cellular' and 'Fantastic Four,' which is a big studio movie, I'm unfortunately stepping in a direction I don't want to go. But I'm going to say, 'No more big-budget movies.' I'm going to find the right director and the right part.

"And if I can't, I'm going to go into hiding."

#interview #2004 #cellular #chris evans

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princesspuresarahk · 9 days

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Crossover idea I have for a fanfic between the loud house and proud family. In What if?

What if Penny never made it to Suga Mama's (In Grandma's Hands) after getting locked out of the house after being constantly late for curfew and being rebellious. And Linka Loud (my genderbent version of Lincoln) runs away in tears after her family locks her out thinking she is bad luck (in No Such Luck with an alternate ending) thanking her family is better off without her that maybe she is bad luck for them. During both those times a mysterious rainstorm comes out of nowhere forcing the two teens to seek shelter elsewhere Penny relentlessly seeking shelter at a mausoleum in a cemetery and Linka in a old hollowed tree in the woods after getting lost in the rain the girls settle down in their hiding places tears in their eyes and hurt in their hearts wishing they could have a better life than where else unknown to them an unknown magical forces listening to them (and nope its not Al Roker) takes pity on them and wishes to get those two girls a better life using their magic they secretly transported the sleeping girls to a mysterious train station leaving them with strange necklaces of their birthstones one filled with billions of dollars and jewels another one filled with the most beautiful clothes and accessories you could ever imagine along with both receiving pink envelopes explaining the situation and why they're here and wanting to give them a brand new life but then new start if they wish as the girls meet each other for the first time the train arrives with the letter further explaining that if they choose it get on that train they can start their new lives and live like princesses or if they want they can choose to go back to their own lives and that it's up to them. Will the girls choose to get on that train or well they go back to the lives they had after the trouble they got into?

#linka loud #penny proud #crossover

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endifi · 10 months

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My Prince Model 2023

wow....it's been a bit since the last Loud House fanart I've drawn...I was looking back at the old posts I made here on Tumblr and looking at my old Loud House art felt nostalgic. I haven't drawn Loud House since 2018 and don't expect me to draw Loud House again. I just wanted to doodle something from that time I know i'll never finish. My Prince Model: A comic I made based upon a childhood manga called Instant Teen Just Add Nuts. It was a story where Lola Loud wanted to just get an autograph from a famous model name "Lexx"ington and shenanigans' happened. And people somehow still didn't get the joke....and thought it...was Lincoln....i swear you people. I discontinued it because I left the Loud House Fandom due to me starting another project and also getting depressed and uncomfortable being in the fandom. I do still connect with like....two people who were apart of the Loud House fandom since we moved on to better things in life. I do still watch the show sometimes. Not like what I use to though. The show has gotten too predictable now.

NGL, also looking at my Luna Loud animatic and the Clyde Mother's Day post I made did make me emotional. And I do miss drawing the Loud House Boys/Genderbent Loudhouse. It was during a time I wanted to fit in with a community after finishing college and I felt loneliness art wise. And I am glad I made a couple friends I still connect with to this day. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this Loud House piece. Please don't repost. You can repost my Pokemon gijinkas WITH CREDITS PLEASE, but I don't want my Loud House work reposted. I appreciate it.

If you wanna read the discontinued My Prince Model comic, here you go

I know i could spoil how this story was suppose to end, but it wasn't FULLY fleshed out, but all I remember is that there was some multi dimension stuff going on and the ending was supposed to be very heartwarming. Anyways. Thank you for all the love over the past years. <3

....my artstyle hasn't changed much hahaha

#loud house #lola loud #lexx loud #the loud house #fanart #iwasbored #majornostalgiatrip

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hermanunworthy · 7 months

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Howdy! I’m a mid-time reader, first time poster. Do people still say that? Have people *ever* said that? Anyway.

I’m not Writer Anon (though I’ve read a couple of their asks that they’ve sent you and Abraham Lincoln, the prose. It’s great) and I know you’re more of a Hermie blog - with some teens and Nick thrown in for flavor - but I have been having Thoughts. About Sparrow and his relationship to Lark and his father and himself. *Maybe* I’ll write a fic about Sparrow at some point? But I don’t really have enough cohesive ideas to make the kind of thing I’d want to make yet, and since I do not have any in-person friends to rant about the stuff I *do* have with, I shall leave this here instead. I hope you enjoy my fun little spiral about me thinking Sparrow thinking about Lark.

He looks at Lark’s face, undisguised loathing painted across it at even the mention of the man who raised them, and thinks, Father and I smothered our anger for you. Father beat his to a pulp and I snapped the neck of mine and we both buried them our backyards in as deep a pit as you can manage with your bare hands. And when mine tries to claw its way out of its uneasy grave I go and I rip it apart until there’s no longer enough of it left to even try. And when it stitches itself back together I do it again, and again, and again - and I’ll keep doing it until both you and I cease to exist.

He thinks, Of all the things we learned from our Father, why is this the one thing you took from Barry? He thinks, Anger isn’t a weapon or a blessing or a tool to be used, it’s a monster that tears into you as much as it does everyone else. It’s a curse that will sear its mark on those you love for as long as you let yourself burn with it. It will leave you hollow and cruel and empty, if you let it. He thinks, You would let it, if I wasn’t here to stop you. You still might let it one of these days - no matter how hard I try to prevent it or how many people you hurt in the process. He thinks, Hatred for yourself does not excuse the greater wound. He thinks, Suffering, in and of itself, is not atonement - it’s just suffering. He thinks, If your self-inflicted hurt causes those you love to hurt, it isn’t really righteous in the way you want it to be. In the way that you pretend it is. He thinks, It isn’t righteous at all.

He thinks, You could do it if you really wanted to, I know you could. Nothing in the world has ever stopped you from pursuing what you wanted - not friend, not foe, not family - so why do you act like this is so hard? He thinks, You don’t have to forgive him. You don’t even have to forget. All you have to do is try not to murder him with just your eyes from across the room and engage in polite conversation. He thinks, Our Father is not the one with the greater sin between you two and yet his is the one you cannot let go of.

He thinks, If it were really that hard, I would have left you years ago.

Out loud he says, “I understand. I’d never want to put you in a position where you’d feel uncomfortable-“ (Lark narrows his eyes down to slits at the word choice but doesn’t interject) “Especially on purpose. I’ll…. I’ll talk to Fa- er, I’ll talk to him about it and see if we can find some happy middle ground where you maybe don’t have to see each other, but he can still attend.”

Lark’s mouth twists into a sharp-edged frown at the end of the sentence, radiating frustration and disgust like an aura - which Sparrow cheerfully elects to ignore (it’s quite easy at this point, he’s had quite a lot of practice after all). “Okay. Fine. He can come. But tell him that if I see him again, I’m not going to stop at just socking him in the jaw.”

Sparrow winces slightly at the blatant and bluntly worded threat, “Noted.” He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a sigh, unhappy but resigned. “I’ll see you at dinner tonight?”

“Maybe.”

“Lark!”

“Alright, alright. Don’t get your britches in a twist, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Yeah, okay.” Lark cracks a slight smile. “Worrywart.”

I’m the privacy of his own head, Sparrow thinks, I wish I didn’t have to be.

“You caught me.” Sparrow smiles sheepishly, staring at the ground while toeing at the dirt with the tip of one Birkenstock so Lark can’t see his eyes.

For you I buried my anger. He thinks, still smiling - face fixed in a rigid grimace of joy like a fly trapped in a web. But you might as well bury me too.

AAAUAGAUAGHH OH MY GOD IM SO INSANE ABOUT THE TWINS. tysm for this anon i got so excited waking up to this in my inbox!!! i love the contrast between sparrows inner feelings and outward behavior, and the burying metaphor is so interesting! their relationship is CRAZY to dive into and i love how u did that here. wonderful wonderful, plz keep up the good work!! i love my fellow writers in this fandom :D

#'for you i buried my anger but you might as well bury me too' is CRAAAAZY /pos #THIS IS SO. REAL #the codependency of lark and sparrow oak garcia. unmatched i fear #sparrow oak #lark oak #dndads fic #siren says #answering asks

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annwayne · 10 months

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MUSIC ASKS

because it looked fun :3 bagheerita did this a while back and I wanted to do it too, so >P

Edit bc I forgot to also include the credit: originally from @benedictervention-deactivated20

1. A song you like with a color in the title: Blue Lips by Regina Spektor

2. A song you like with a number in the title: One by Harry Nilsson

3. A song that reminds you of summertime: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

4. A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about: The Plagues by Mick Byram and Ralph Fiennes Less a person and more..a cult lmao but I still love it

5. A song that needs to be played LOUD: Teenagers or Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance no, I will not pick just one.

6. A song that makes you want to dance: Kissing Strangers by DNCE ft. Nicki Minaj

7. A song to drive to: Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars

8. A song about drugs or alcohol: Gasoline by Halsey (?) It mentions getting high and drinking lol another song that was pivotal in my self acceptance while in the cult.

9. A song that makes you happy: Pompeii by Bastille during track meets we’d play this song off one of our phones and sing at the top of our lungs… some good memories.

10. A song that makes you sad: Love Like You from Steven Universe Ft. Rebecca Sugar less sad and more I always cry when I hear this song?

11. A song that you never get tired of: Saint Bernard by Lincoln lol reclaim religious imagery who?

12. A song from your preteen years: Radioactive by Imagine Dragons this was the first song I discovered completely by myself, not from tv, movies, friends, or family.

13. One of your favorite 80’s songs: Africa by Toto (Ninja Sex Party Cover is my favorite)

14. A song that you would love played at your wedding: Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

15. A song that is a cover by another artist: Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Ninja Sex Party

16. One of your favorite classical songs: This isn't fair I listen to classical music the most and I know so many by just like a couple notes. Like. man. I was a band kid you can't do this to me. Alright I'm being a basic bitch- Für Elise by Beethoven

17. A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke: I'll Make A Man Out of You by David Zippel, Matthew Wilder, and Stephen Schwartz (Yes, the disney song I can always belt out a disney song)

18. A song from the year that you were born: Closing Time by Semisonic yeah I pulled a semantics lol.

19. A song that makes you think about life: Creature by Half Alive who asked for more religious iconography???

20. A song that has many meanings to you: Take Me to Church by Hozier

21. A favorite song with a person’s name in the title: Eleanor Rigby by The Beetles

22. A song that moves you forward: Bells by The Unlikely Candidates

23. A song that you think everybody should listen to: Devil’s Train by The Lab Rats I just think it’s a cool song

24. A song by a band you wish were still together: Yeah I don’t know bands so I couldn’t say. Heard MCR has a reunion tour going on rn so good for them.

25. A song by an artist no longer living: Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

26. A song that makes you want to fall in love: It's You (specifically the cover by Road & Ashe, at least the video title says its a cover but I can't find who the og artist is like at all-this was the song I listened to daydreaming about falling in love when I was a teen)

27. A song that breaks your heart (in a good way): Hurt by Johnny Cash

28. A song by an artist with a voice that you love: Say My Name from Beetlejuice the Musical Alex Brightman is one of my favorite voice actors and singers out there like I always can spot him in animated media and promptly lose my shit. I had the chance to see Beetlejuice the musical last December and I can't say how amazing and cool it was to see this musical after years of listening to the soundtrack.

29. A song that you remember from your childhood: Monster Mash by Bobby Pickett

30. A song that reminds you of yourself: Weak by AJR I loved this song when it first came out, listened to it constantly as it was something telling me I could make mistakes and didn't have to be perfect (something unacceptable in the eyes of the fundamentalist cult I was born into) and just a few years later I escaped that cult. Now it's a song that shows me I knew. I knew before I knew.

#ask game #kinda?#I did it without the actual asks xD #music taste #song asks #music asks #recovering band kid

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happi-tree · 8 months

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📓 i dont think i sent you one yet but my memory has been awful today so sorry if i just sent you two of these back to back jhbfhjgfd

Hi there, Travvy!!! Hope you've had a good day 🧡🧡🧡 Also dw and shaking ur hand. Memory problems 🤝🤝🤝

Gonna go for full self-indulgence here and ramble a bit about my season 2 dndads idol au hehe. I'd love love love to do a fic about how the group (Scary, Lincoln, Taylor, and Normal) comes together and debuts and while I haven't like. Sat down and actually written much of anything for it I frequently rotate the concept in my head.

Link is the first to join their idol agency (basically like a record label but a bit more Intense) and then Taylor joins a few months later, immediately singling Link out from among the other trainees as a good person to befriend (Link's teen fact that he's a good modern dancer serves him well in the singing-and-dancing-and-acting industry lmao). Normal joins them a year or so after that, and while he starts off kind of intimidated by the very close bond Taylor and Link have at this point, it turns out that both of them (especially Taylor) are enthusiastic to make a new friend! And Scary ends up joining them last, although she's actually been in the idol industry the longest. She had already debuted as a soloist but got very understandably fed up with the way her last idol agency (known as Omega Entertainment, because I am not subtle in the slightest) had mistreated her, so she ends up ditching them (and likely has a long legal battle with them that simply exhausts me to think about) and winds up auditioning for Link, Normal, and Taylor's agency. They snap her up almost immediately, of course, because she's proven herself to be talented and competent many times over, but she has so many trust issues given what she's just gotten out of. Thankfully, the guys are there for her when she wants to open up and they're very happy to have her. She ends up being the leader of their little group and learns to rely on her team now that she knows that they have her back.

As for what their proficiencies are, Scary is their main singer in addition to being their leader, Link is the best dancer, and Taylor takes care of the rapping alongside Normal, who's kind of an all-rounder! Scary's known for being Very Intimidating onstage but surprisingly sappy and sweet with her groupmates offstage. Link's kind of awkwardly endearing but also very protective of everyone (like in canon <3) and he's been called pretty by many strangers on the internet, which embarrasses him to no end. Taylor's known for being very loud and over-the-top and energetic and also for incorporating his cane into their choreos bc cane user rights!!! And then Normal, as the youngest of their group, is generally known for his sunshine-y disposition and for just being able to do everything. He's also known for being super strong physically (he likes carrying his friends around on and off camera lmao).

Okokok that's about it but. Idol au my beloved I'm thinking about it always and forever!!!

#thanks for the ask travvy!!!#i do think a lot abt when you said you thought the concept of the teens doing fanservice was so funny so. i knew which wip i had to choose #anyway. this is more of me furthering my pretty boy link and buff boy normal agenda. i just think it's what they deserve #hermie and ericarita are idols as well but that's a thing for another potential fic lmao #well. i suppose hermie could also fit into this one bc he also debuted as a soloist before the teens' group and. um.#normal has the biggest puppy crush on him adakdvfhkavfs. the other teens deal with his fanboyisms and it is truly awful (said lovingly)#also i feel like it should be said for you specifically here so. normscary endgame btw!!!#and swiftli endgame ofc bc i am nothing if not predictable. polywagon shenanigans abounding in general as well #i feel like you probably do know most of this bc i never shut up abt it in discord but um. hopefully there's a few new things in here for u #ask game #officialgleamstar #dndads #fic #happi rambles

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trillhouse-lh · 2 years

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Ah shit, here we go again

It was an ordinary family dinner in the Loud House. Quiet, almost uncharacteristically so; granted, things had been far more stable for some time now. The kids were growing up, and the oft-tumultuous family had come to make peace with one another over the years. The tension and bad blood had faded and quite frankly, Lincoln was the happiest he’d ever been. As far as he could tell, the same went for everyone else… hell, Lupa had even started calling him “dad” without the slightest hint of sarcasm. Things were good and, overall, dinners were far less chaotic than they had been in the past.

That said… tonight was a bit too quiet. Rather, one corner of the table was too quiet, especially considering that Lori was joining them for the evening: none other than her own daughter, Loan, alongside a now-teenaged Bobby. While they were certainly the most soft-spoken among the family, the utter silence of the pair was conspicuous enough for anyone to notice. They’d barely said a word all night, not even to each other. They just kind of… sat there picking away at their food in awkward silence, frequently exchanging glances between bites. They had been like this for a few days in fact, but tonight they seemed palpably tense; Lincoln could even see the faint sheen of sweat on their forehead. It was as though Lori’s presence was making them extremely anxious.

“So, Bobby,” Lincoln began once he cleared his throat, “How are things at school?”

“Oh, it’s fine. You know. Lotta… lessons and stuff. Learning a lot, y’know? Gotta… gotta get into a good college and all that,” The teen mumbled. Lincoln cocked an eyebrow. Something was definitely off.

“I’m tellin’ ya dude, you don’t need any of that stuff,” Lemy cut in. “Look at me, I dropped out and things have never been better.”

“Lemy, you work at a junkyard,” Lyle scoffed.

“And it is doing wonders for the bod.” Lemy flexed, flashing his brother a cheeky grin. “Don’t act like you’re not impressed.” Lyle simply rolled his eyes and went back to eating.

“How about you, Loan?” Lincoln asked his eldest daughter. “You’ve had that IT job for a while now. How’s that working out for you?”

“Ah… um…” Loan stammered. “I-it’s… good… might get a raise soon…”

“Oh? That’s wonderful to hear, Loan,” Lori said, beaming at her daughter. “I’m glad things are going well. You’ve come a very long way, I’m proud of you.” Loan’s brow furrowed, another bead of sweat trickling down her forehead as she mumbled a vague response; she seemed to be wringing her hands in her lap, and Bobby glanced over at her with a note of concern in his eyes. “What was that, Loan?” Lori asked, tilting her head in confusion.

“...I said th-thanks, mom…” The young woman trailed off, apparently having nothing further to say on the matter. Her father let out a soft sigh. Whatever was going on, it seemed clear that pushing them wasn’t going to help. Lori, however, seemed nonplussed by her daughter’s behavior, quickly starting a conversation with Ronnie about the latter’s increasingly-popular cafe. In fact, the only one besides himself that seemed to take notice of the oddly-quiet pair was Liena, who offered her big sister a comforting smile. Did she know what was going on…?

For some time dinner went on as usual, the family making small talk about the current going-ons in their lives; save, of course, for Loan and Bobby, who continued picking at their food in silence. Or, rather, Bobby was… Loan seemed to have stopped eating and sat with her head hung low, staring at her own lap and trembling anxiously. Lincoln frowned, unable to ignore this any further. He had to ask what was going on.

“Lo-”

“Loan, honey,” Lori cut in before he could speak. “Could you please pass the salt-”

“I’M PREGNANT!” Loan suddenly blurted out, bringing all conversation to a screeching halt. All present, Lincoln included, stared at the girl in stunned silence. “A-and it’s Bobby’s…!” She continued, red-faced and breathing heavily as though keeping the news in had been physically exhausting for her. Bobby shrunk back, his face scrunching up in shame, embarrassment and, presumably, fear; finally he slumped forward, burying his face in his palms with a long groan. Liena, for her part, didn’t seem surprised in the least… rather she let out a quiet sigh of resignation and put her arm around Loan’s shoulders.

As for Lincoln, he could only stare, slack-jawed, as he tried to process this information. Not that there was much to process–Loan’s confession had been nothing if not blunt and to the point–but still, his mind was struggling to accept it. Loan was pregnant. Loan, who had never shown an inkling of interest in dating or romance, let alone sex… and Bobby was the father. Bobby, the most responsible of his sons, had gotten his own sister pregnant before he was even out of high school.

Oh God, Lincoln thought. It’s happening again.

Lincoln swallowed and looked across the table at his stunned children. None had said anything, nor even moved… some even sat with their forks midway to their mouths, while to his right, Lori’s fell from her hand and clattered onto her plate. Reina, seated to Bobby’s other side, had turned white as a sheet, and Lacy had to catch her as the girl fainted in shock. And Ronnie… well, Lincoln couldn’t even bring himself to look at Ronnie. The sheer rage emanating from the fiery latina was palpable, an aura he had not felt since… well, since back then.

And through the deafening silence, the soft sound of crunching cut through like a knife. Lincoln looked to the far end of the table where Lupa was leaning back in her chair, munching away at a bucket of popcorn she’d seemingly produced from out of nowhere.

“This is gonna be a fun night,” Lupa said with a grin of amusement.

#sin kids #loudcest #bobby loud #Bobby Jr.#loan loud #lobby jr.#lincoln loud #lemy loud #Lyle Loud #Lori Loud #trillhouse #my work

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glenncoco4 · 1 year

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Twice In a Blue Moon (Chapter 5)

A/N: This took forever but I didn’t want to rush and force something. Hope y’all like it!

••••

“Can you go in? Riley needs help carrying her project and I’m trying to finish my homework.”

Marty turns his head to look at Harper, brow furrowed but she’s too engrossed in the paper in her lap to notice. He’s not buying it but he doesn’t say anything instead opting for a welcomed visit with his ladybird.

Kensi answers the door and his jaw hits the floor. She’s wearing a power suit. A beautiful teal suit that contrasts perfectly against her skin and it suddenly becomes clear to him why Harper couldn’t help Riley with her project. And once again he’s so grateful for their meddling. Thank you, girls.

“You have a little bit of drool right there.” She reaches forward without thought, wiping the corner of his lip.

“I-I’m supposed to be getting a project.”

“Yeah, it’s right over here.”

He steps in getting a scent of her lavender perfume. Oh, shit.

“Thanks for helping out. I completely forgot this had to be at school this morning and I have this meeting with my publishers and my new book’s not finished yet and-“

Her eyes go wide in surprise as she’s suddenly pressed against the wall and his lips are on hers, but soon run out of air and have to pull back, not moving from their position. “Everything’s gonna be fine. It’s gonna be good. You’re Badass Blye.”

“Thank you.” She smiles and then eyes him suspiciously seeing the smirk on his face. “What?”

He shakes his head and bends forward, nuzzling her neck. “You smell amazing.”

She closes her eyes enjoying the touch of his lips against her skin as they travel up her neck. “What about you? You ready for today?”

“100 6th graders with 500 other 6th graders from around the county running around a museum.” He makes a pst noise. “Easy peasy.”

She laughs and brings her lips to his once more.

••••

As Marty gets back into the Jeep something suddenly strikes him. His eyes meet his girl’s in the rearview mirror who is miraculously done with her homework now.“Didn’t you say you finished that assignment last week?”

“Yeah, but I was just checking my work.”

“The exact moment we got to Kens’ house?”

“Oh, Kens is it?” Harper wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

A small blush begins to creep up his cheeks, damn these kids. Before he can say anything else the passenger-side back door opens and Riley hops in with a knowing grin, which is when he realizes the window is rolled down.

“He was totally drooling.” The young brunette says just loud enough for Marty to hear making his blush form into an even deeper shade of red.

••••

When he told Kensi this field trip would be easy he had somehow forgotten how truly cutthroat the pre-teens of the greater Chicago area could be.

He’s currently giving a stern talking to a kid that thought it’d be hilarious to put googly eyes on an Abe Lincoln bust when a blood-curdling shriek sends his blood running cold.

“Daddy!”

Marty’s eyes go wide in panic as Harper’s screeching voice fills the large rotunda. Spinning around distraught, he looks for her and finally spots her frantically examining Riley. “What’s wrong?!”

“Riley.”

He runs over to the girls, kneeling in front of Riley, his hands instinctively finding hers. Trying to keep her calm as much as he is himself, he keeps his eyes locked with hers while communicating with Harper. “What happened?”

“I don’t know. She just ate some trail mix and now sh-she can’t breathe…”

The ingredients of the snack flash through his mind and he quickly turns to the boy standing nearby. The young boy’s eyes are filled with panic much like his own but unlike his, tears are beginning to pool in this random 12 year-olds. “Are there peanuts in that?”

“Y-yeah.” The tween answers nervously looking from the baggie in his hands back towards the principal.

Calm…he has to remain calm. Thinking back to the first time he heard Kensi talk about the allergy, the solution is right here. “Harper, where’s her bag?”

“She left it on the bus…” Panic fills the raven-haired tween’s voice once again as she watches her best friend collapse into her dad. “What are we gonna do?”

The bus that won’t be back until 3. Without thought, he picks Riley up, cradles her in his arms, and turns to one of his teachers. “Watch the kids, I gotta get her to the hospital.”

She nods, ushering their students away from the area as Marty runs out with Riley in his arms and Harper trailing not far behind.

Once they step out into the sunlight, he lets out a growl. “Fucking Chicago traffic.” He looks both ways and thinks about where the nearest hospital is. “Harper, I need you to stay here, I’m gonna have to run.”

“No, I’m going with you.”

“Harper.”

“I’m going.”

At that moment he couldn’t be more proud of his girl for standing her ground and it’s suddenly lost when Riley starts taking a larger gasp of breath. “We gotta fucking book it.”

A fierce protectiveness crosses her face preparing herself for the sprint of her life. “Let's go.”

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“WHERE IS SHE?” All sense of decorum has left Kensi’s body as she runs to the nurse’s station in the ER. As soon as she got the call from Marty, she left her meeting and hightailed it to the hospital.

To say the panic that’s been coursing through her veins since she heard the words, “I’m at the ER with Riley,” is new to her…that would be a lie. She’s always worried about her even more so with their history at the ER.

“Mrs. Blye.”

The tall brunette spins at the sound of her name being called and is met with a distraught Harper whose tear-stained eyes makes her fear the worse. “Harper, where is she?”

“Over here.”

“Where’s your dad?”

“He’s sitting with her. Hasn’t left her side.”

At the words, a sense of gratefulness replaces her panic but it quickly shifts to rage as she walks past the sectioned-off area of the ER room where Riley is and sees her limp body fast asleep on the bed. She places a kiss on her head and turns to Marty, trying her best to keep the tears at bay. “How could you let this happen?”

“I-“

She doesn’t let him get a word out edgewise. All she’s seeing right now is red and the person responsible for this whole situation. “You were supposed to be watching her.”

“There are other kids I have to watch, too.”

“I want you to leave.” She wants to take back the words as soon as they leave her mouth. Really she wants him to hold her and tell her everything will be okay, but again the pent-up anger she’s been holding onto for so long wins out.

“Kens.”

“Go.”

Sighing in defeat Marty and Harper walk out of the sectioned area and through the sliding doors. Kensi doesn’t dare watch them leave and begins to pace back and forth, running her fingers through her hair all the while trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

“Why’d you do that?”

Riley’s raspy voice draws her back to the present and she looks up, meeting her baby girl’s tired eyes. “Because I could’ve lost you.”

“But mom…”

“No, but moms. He should’ve been watching you. He’s the principal.”

“He was watching us but some other kids were messing with an exhibit. We’re 12 years old he shouldn’t have to have a leash on us.”

“So how’d you get the peanuts and where was your bag?”

“This kid from another school offered us some of his trail mix. I didn’t think to ask about peanuts. I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It’s not Mr. Deeks’ fault either. As soon as Harper called him over he didn’t take his eyes off me. He asked what happened, where my Epipen was and when she told him I forgot it on the bus he picked me up and sprinted with me 4 blocks to the hospital.”

As the words hit her ears, her throat beings to constrict. Of course, he did. It’s Marty. “He-he did?”

“Yes, I’m alive because of him.” She nods, then a knowing smile curls at the corner of her lips. “You know, mom, he’s a great catch and I know for a fact he’s single.”

Shaking her head, she can’t fight the smile of her daughter and her antics. “So now you’re playing love connection?”

“I’m just saying.” The younger brunette shrugs.

A few minutes later as Riley’s getting her things together, Kensi takes out her phone seeing 2 messages from Marty saying he hopes she’s feeling better and asking if Harper can facetime Riley later when they get home.

Kensi: Hey, do you think you could bring Harper by the house? Riley wants to see her and she really needs to stay in bed for a while.

Marty: Sure. Does 6 work?

Kensi: Yes. Thank you, Marty.

••••

Like clockwork, the clock strikes 6 and there’s a knock. She feels herself running towards the front door, but suddenly has to reel herself back. Her hand finds its way to her chest trying to calm her racing heart, it does nothing to stop the panic attack that she knows is about to engulf her…and then there’s another knock.

She knows if she doesn’t answer Marty will worry and barge his way in, which means if she doesn’t move now, he’ll see her like this and she can’t let that happen…not yet.

Taking a deep calming breath, trying her best to school her features, the brunette pulls open her front door and is immediately met with the most piercing blue eyes that she’s ever seen. His eyes.

She’s memorized every emotion that’s been written in them, the hurt and anguish looking back at her now…she’s only been on the receiving end of 4 times, their first big fight, when they broke up all those years ago, at the hospital, and now.

Shaking herself out of her trance, Kensi’s eyes find Harper’s who’s nervously biting her bottom lip. “Riley’s in her room if you want to go up.”

Without being told twice, the raven-haired tween zooms through the door past the brunette and races up the stairs leaving her dad and best friend’s mom alone.

Words seem inadequate as their eyes dance back and forth between each other. She knows she needs to be the first to say something…anything.

“How is she?”

“She’s doing better…but I’m not.”

Panic suddenly fills his eyes as he closes the distance between them, and wraps her hands in his. Probably the same way he reacted to Riley earlier today.

“Can we talk please?”

He looks like he’s about to say no, it’s on the tip of his tongue. Then he remembers the last fight they had…the one that ended their passionate college love affair. The one that ended them. They both just walked away last time. Here she is trying to fight for them now and then the desperate plea leaves her lips and his heart almost shatters.

“Please, Marty?”

Relief floods through her body as he intertwines his fingers with hers and pulls her into the house, shutting the door behind them.

For a few minutes, they just stand there in the middle of the living room. Marty doesn’t try to rush her, it’s clear she’s working through some things and he has to trust that she’ll tell him when she’s ready.

The understanding in his eyes…the way he reads her like an open book like only he can, it’s just the push she needs. Grabbing his other hand, she locks her fingers with his. Her mismatched orbs lock with his cerulean blues trying to convey as best she can the words that are about to leave her lips. “I’m sorry about how I reacted today. There’s no excuse for me blaming you…I just got transported to the past when this would happen with her dad.”

“Would happen as in more than once?”

She nods her head. “Before I got my book deal I didn’t have the means to fight for full custody so half of the time Riley was with her dad but he never paid much attention to her. He’d let her eat anything and take her to a restaurant, not to mention her allergy…then she’d end up in the ER. He’d buy groceries with peanut ingredients and not hide them, she’d end up in the ER.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“That’s putting it mildly.”

She finally allows herself to break and lets out a shaky breath along with a stream of tears. “I’m just really sorry.”

He can’t hold back any longer. Using momentum, Marty pulls her towards him, crashing their bodies together as his arms find their way around her, cradling her head in the crook of his neck. “Shhh. It’s okay. I’ve got you. Just let it out.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Taking care of my girl and for being here with me.”

“Always.”

“And thank you for running 4 blocks with my daughter in your arms. I know how much you hate to run.”

“I’d do anything for you just like I’d do anything for our girls.”

“Our girls. I like the sound of that.”

“Me, too.”

“Do you have any idea how much I love you right now?”

“I think I have a pretty good idea, but you could always show me to be sure.” A smile spreads to his face as she closes the distance between them.

Their lips lock all but 5 seconds before the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs forces them to quickly break apart.

Marty directs his eyes towards the ceiling as if he’s appreciating the crown molding work and Kensi…well, she chooses to grab a picture frame on a nearby shelf to examine.

“What are you two doing?” Harper pauses halfway down the steps, eyeing the pair suspiciously, not even buying the lies they’re about to start spewing.

“Just talking.” The blonde’s voice is a little shakier than he would like when he finally turns his attention toward the tween.

“Sure you were.”

The brunette sits the picture down, trying to fight the smile on her face before putting her mom face on and meeting her daughter’s best friend’s eyes. “What was that?”

“Oh, nothing.” She starts humming, slowly continuing her walk down the stairs as if she knows something they don’t.

“Ready to go, kiddo?”

“Yeah, Riley fell asleep.”

“Okay, well I guess we’ll see you guys at the game Sunday.” Marty sends Kensi a smile, backing towards the front door following the footsteps of his daughter.

“Wait, Harper.”

The little girl turns around and stops as Kensi comes up to her and wraps her in a hug. A real mom hug, the first she’s ever had and it breaks her. Burying her face into the brunette’s chest, Harper’s arms find their way around the older woman’s waist, clinging onto her for dear life.

“Thank you for looking out for Riley.” As the words leave her lips, the little girl tightens her grip around her waist, and that’s when she feels the tears seep through her shirt, breaking her heart.

“I was so scared. Besides my dad, she’s all I have.”

Placing a kiss on the top of her head, Kensi pulls back, her thumbs finding Harper’s cheeks, and wipes the remaining tears away. “I tell you what. If it’s alright with your dad, how about you spend the whole weekend here?”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Harper turns towards her dad, hazel eyes filled with hopeful excitement. “Can I?”

“I’ll go get your stuff.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Blye.” She gives her one more squeeze before disentangling from the older woman and racing back up the stairs.

“Harper?”

“Yes, ma’am?” The raven-haired tween stops mid-step, turning back, meeting the tall brunette’s eyes.

“If you want, you have me, too.”

Before her head can even process what she’s doing, Harper’s feet have her racing back down the stairs, crashing into Kensi’s body, trapping her into the fiercest hug her tiny body can muster. “Thank you.”

As he watches the interaction between his two favorite people, Marty realizes now more than ever before that Kensi Blye is the absolute love of his life. She’s the one and always will be.

A few seconds later Harper’s running back upstairs and Marty doesn’t have the willpower to hold back any longer. Closing the distance between them, his hand finds her jaw, thumb rubbing back and forth across her delicate skin, trying to memorize every inch. “Thank you. You have no idea what that means to her…or me.”

“She was hurting, too. I didn’t really stop to think about that until just now. And you…”

“What about me?”

“You were hurting.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared in my life except when we lost each other all those years ago.”

Shaking her head, the tears begin to pool in her eyes. “You don’t know how much that means to me to hear you say that.”

“I love you, Kens. Riley’s a part of you and I love her, too.”

Leaning in, she presses a kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

He melts into their kiss and relishes the moment before pulling back and resting his forehead against hers. “Now as much as I don’t want to, I better go before Harper comes back down. I also forgot that I had a few dates lined up for tonight and I can’t miss those.”

Biting her lips, she pinches his bicep, earning her a wince. “You better be joking.”

A smirk plays on his lips before he gives her one last kiss. “You still gonna leave the key under the mat for me?”

“Your side of the bed will be waiting for you as always.”

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