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Riding On

Ch 9- A Labour of Love

Summary: Fliss and Frank receive some news from Boston and Bean’s due date, arrives…and passes, with no sign of him making his bid for freedom just yet. Fliss is frustrated and poor Frank doesn’t know what to do for the best.

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, NO UNDER 18s!).

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: Bean is just not playing ball, is he? As always, I hope you enjoy and I love reading all your thoughts.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding On Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 8

Touch me, take me to that other place. Teach me, I know I’m not a hopeless case.

August 2019

The alarm had become a bit of a pointless feature in the Gallagher-Adler household, certainly over the last 2 weeks or so. As Fliss headed into the final throes of her pregnancy, her sleep patterns were all over the place. So it was no surprise to Frank that he felt her climbing out of bed at little past 5 am. Blinking sleepily he made a noise of protest because, after all, it was a Saturday, and she chuckled and leaned over to gently kiss his head.

“Stay here.” she instructed, “I’ll be fine.”

He wasn’t going to listen, he really wasn’t but his eyes dropped shut of their own accord. When they opened again it was almost 10 and he gave a start, because Fliss was due to leave in little over an hour. She was off for a Pre-Baby pamper session with Verity, Roberta and Sian, which included a manicure, pedicure, haircut, facial and fuck knows what else. To be honest, Frank had zoned out when she'd reeled off the list of treatments last night over dinner and just nodded in all the right places because he wasn't interested if all truth be told. As long as she enjoyed herself. With that in mind, he jumped up and after a quick shower he headed downstairs.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” he asked as he wandered into the back of the house. Fliss, who was stood by the bay window seat, her eyes roving over the garden, didn’t answer.

“Lissy?” He spoke again and she jumped slightly and turned to face him as he chuckled and crossed the room to give her a kiss. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Where’s Mary?”

“She went up to the stables for a lesson with Joanne before it gets too hot.” She replied, taking the peck he offered with a tight smile. Her voice was flat, emotionless and her entire demeanour unnerved him a little as he prided himself on normally being able to read her very well but at that moment he really couldn’t get a lock on her at all.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I had a message from Boston Police…about John.”

Frank made an angry noise in his throat “What about him?”

She looked at him and Frank felt his mind whirring about what there was left that the ass hole could possibly put her through. He was inside, for a long time and he wouldn’t be getting parole this time round either but when she answered, he hadn’t been expecting her to drop the news she did.

“He’s dead.” Fliss said flatly as she looked at Frank. His face contorted into a frown as he looked at her.

“Dead?”

She nodded “Apparently got in a fight with another prisoner and it got a bit nasty. He was stabbed and…” she swallowed “Bled out. Nothing they could do.” Frank watched her carefully as she was clearly pondering something. He wasn’t sure how she was going to be feeling here. She had been married to him after all but, well, Frank was struggling to feel anything other than a sickening sense of satisfaction. If anyone deserved to die it was that fucker.

“You ok?” he asked her as he stepped towards her and pulled her into a hug.

“Yeah. I feel nothing.” she said simply, pulling back to look at him. “Absolutely nothing. I’m not happy he’s dead but I don’t care he is, either, and I’m certainly not upset about it.” She paused, biting her lip “Does that make me a bad person?”

“Bad?” Frank spluttered “Fuck, no honey, of course not” She let out a sigh as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head as she snuggled her face into his chest. “If you think feeling nothing makes you bad then me feeling what I do means I’m going straight to hell.” Frank moved and tilted her face to look at him with his finger a thumb gently holding her chin “He was a nasty, vile bastard Lissy, and he put you through so much, not to mention nearly fucking killing you less than a year ago. If anything you have a right to be throwing a damned party now.”

“Not sure you’d find many places with Congratulations Your Piece Of Shit, Wife-Beating Ex-Husband Is Dead banners or balloons.” she quipped.

“The internet is dark and full of terrors.” Frank smiled back and Fliss snorted at the Game of Thrones reference “Never underestimate it.”

She stayed silent for a moment before she pulled back and looked up at him. “You know what else I will never underestimate?” she asked, and Frank was pleased to note that familiar shine had returned to her face and eyes and he arched an eyebrow. “The power of a back massage.”

Frank smiled “Good job you’re heading off for one then isn’t it.”

“Hmmmm…” she teased, her hands tracing his chest through his t-shirt. “Thing is, unlike your back rubs this one won’t have a happy ending.” “It better fucking not do.” He shot back and she grinned.

“I should go get ready.”

“Ok, you want any breakfast before you go?” he asked and she smiled

“We ate, but there’s some pancakes in the oven for you, you just need to warm them up.”

He smiled “You’re too good to me.” “I know” she shrugged, standing on her toes to give him a kiss. With a chuckle he watched her leave, Thor trotting behind her before he let out a deep breath.

“Does that make me bad?”

The fact that she was even asking that, after everything, was enough of an answer in itself. Bad? There was nothing further from the truth and he hated that she had even entertained the idea. But, as Frank realised when he poured himself a coffee, now the bastard was dead, there was nothing else he could do to her. That particular shadow was now well gone.

And Frank didn’t give a shit whether being happy or, dare he say it, amused at the fact the fucker had died in prison, made him a bad person or not.

*****

An hour later Fliss was collected by Bill, the poor bloke was on drop off and pick up duty and Frank didn’t envy him dealing with all 4 of women. Out of courtesy, Frank had offered to run one way but Bill had waved his offer off, pointing out that he had to collect his mother later that afternoon from the aiport.

He walked out to the car with them, taking a side glance at his girl who was dressed in a pale pink and blue maxi dress, which was quite low cut and made her pregnancy boobs look fucking amazing. He smiled as he opened the door for her, Fliss sinking into the front seat- being basically 40 weeks pregnant and ready to pop awarded her certain perks such as her mother surrendering her usual position in the passenger side.

“Have a nice time.” He said, leaning over to give her a peck.

“We will.” She smiled “I left Mary some Mac and Cheese for lunch, she was asking before so I pulled it out of the freezer.”

Frank smiled “I’ll fight her for it.” “No need.” She grinned “I got you some out too.” “You spoil me”

Smiling, she reached up and cupped his cheek before he straightened up and shut the door. Once he was sure it was closed he jerked his head to Bill who was bent giving Thor a pat and signalled for the man to walk with him a little, taking a few steps away.

“Everything ok?” Bill asked.

“Yeah, well, sort of. She’s probably gonna tell you herself but just in case she doesn’t, she had a call this morning. John’s dead.” Bill blinked, before he gave a snort “Good.” “Yeah, that was kind of my reaction too.” Frank scratched at his neck. “Fliss, however, well she says she didn’t feel anything. Not happy, not sad, just complete indifference. Which, to be fair, is probably a good thing for her. I’m just a little worried she’s numb because it hasn’t sunk in yet.” Bill nodded “If she doesn’t mention it herself on the way I’ll tell V on the quiet when we get there.” “Thanks.” Frank smiled as the two of them headed back to the car. Frank grinned at Bill, as he could hear the chatter from the 4 women even through the closed doors and windows of the car.

“Good luck!” he said, nodding towards the vehicle.

Bill snorted before he frowned a little “How come you haven’t gone with Steve and the boys up to the Water Sports centre?” “Mary didn’t want to.” Frank said “I think she’s still a little, self-conscious, I suppose is the term, around the twins but she’ll come round. You know what she’s like” “Well, when they move over in January she’ll have plenty of time to get to know them properly” Bill shrugged “Right, best get this rabble to the hotel. See you later son.” Frank smiled, nodding at him. As the Range Rover pulled off up the drive he tossed a hand at the tailgate before he looked down at Thor.

“Come on boy, let’s go find Mary.” It didn’t take them long to locate her. Having finished her lesson she’d been busy grooming Monty and then helping Joanne with a few chores, or bugging the shit out of her Frank suspected but Joanne was always so patient with her. The young woman was god-send, having really stepped up over the last 2 months especially. Frank knew why Fliss liked her so much.

He practically dragged Mary home, but it really was getting ridiculously warm and he wanted her to have a few hours inside to keep cool a little. In the end, as always, they haggled reaching a compromise that she could have a little while in the pool provided she sat in the shade quietly to eat lunch. As always he was roped into the pool with her, such a hard life he led, and after 30 minutes of teaching her how to dive they both climbed out and ate before changing and heading to the airport to collect Evelyn who was coming to stay for a while.

He greeted her with the usual nod and smile as Mary gave her a hug, before he took her bag from her and they headed back to his truck, Mary gibbering on about anything and everything, his mother listening and replying when needed. The last time Mary had seen Evelyn she had gone to Boston for the weekend the previous month, something that had set Frank on edge after the last time, but as Fliss had reasoned with him, he knew that he couldn’t allow that to stop him from letting her go. This meant that Evelyn hadn’t seen their house since they had moved in back in June. Mary showed her round, Frank following, and when they got to Bean’s room he saw her stop and look round, smiling softly.

“You’ve done a good job, Frank.” She turned to look at him and he smiled back.

“You sound surprised, mother.” “Not at all.” She shook her head. “I expected nothing less.” “Makes a change.” He couldn’t help the sarcastic shot back and she narrowed her eyes.

“Are we not passed the sniping yet?” she said, tiredly.

Frank held his hands up, “Sorry.” After she’d seen the attic and Mary’s room, they headed back downstairs, Frank showing Evelyn to the Guest Apartment over the Garage which he had put the finishing touches to the week before. Fliss had stocked the fridge fully for her, meaning she had everything she could need for snacks and drinks, and whatever else she needed for a comfortable stay. He left her to unpack, telling her to come over to the main house when she was done, which she did a little over an hour later.

Frank poured her a glass of white wine, and they headed outside, taking a seat at the table as Mary was in and out of the pool freely as the sun wasn’t quite as high as it had been given that it was half four in the afternoon. Evelyn took the opportunity to ask Frank if they were ready for Bean to arrive and he smiled, shrugging.

“As ready as we can be.” He said, “We’ve had all the hospital tours and found the place Fliss prefers so…” “Where have you chosen?” Evelyn asked.

“Bayfront in St Pete’s” Frank said, pulling out his phone “They have a suite called the Baby Place.”

He flicked through his phone’s internet browser to the bookmarked page and handed it to Evelyn who put on her glasses to scan the information.

"The separate family lounge offers some of the amenities of home, such as a game table, bla bla bla and room enough to host celebrations and enjoy time with loved ones." Evelyn read from the website. "It looks like a hotel not a hospital" she mused as she handed the phone back to Frank. "Well, that's kinda the idea mother." He said, tossing his phone onto the table. "It’s actually a state-approved level 3 Regional Perinatal Intensive Care Centre." Mary appeared at the side of them, picking up her towel. "The program is one of only 12 in the state of Florida" Evelyn looked at her, cooking her head to one side as Frank gave a chuckle. "There is that too." He said as Evelyn turned to him. Mary, wrapped herself in the towel and hopped up onto his knee. "We originally discussed a birthing centre with the midwife but Fliss was too worried about what could go wrong or if she decided half way through she wanted an epidural..." he rubbed at Mary’s shoulders slightly, drying her off with the towel. “So when the midwife suggested this it seemed like a perfect compromise. She gets a private recovery area and should make her feel more at ease. She doesn't have fond memories of hospitals." He shrugged "Who does?" Evelyn looked at him, taking a sip of her wine. "Well Fliss has some particularly bad ones what with her back injury and operation, not to mention all the times he put her in one." Frank said, pausing for a second. That reminded him.

“Hey Stack, can you go grab me a can of soda?”

“Only if I can have one.” She bargained.

“Fine, but grab the no sugar. You’re already hyper enough as it is.”

Mary jumped down and headed through the door into the kitchen. As soon as she was out of earshot Frank looked at his mother.

“John’s dead.” He said bluntly “Fliss had a call this morning. He was stabbed in prison.” Evelyn looked at him for a second, before she gave a snort “Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.” She said sarcastically “How has Fliss taken it?”

“Well she wasn’t leaping for joy but she’s not upset, says she feels nothing.” He shrugged, looking up as Mary came back. She handed him a can as she hopped back on his knee and opened the other one herself.

Evelyn studied Frank for a second as if she was considering something before she smiled "I take it the fact she's due to drop tomorrow is the reason you're on soft drinks and not beer." Frank smiled "Just playing it safe. I mean so are you right? That's why you're here for the next 2 weeks." Evelyn shrugged "is it a problem?" "No." Frank shook his head before he grinned cheekily "Why do you think I finished the apartment above the Garage?" "Bill says in England they would call it a Granny Flat" Mary said as Frank gave a snort. Evelyn chuckled a little. "I’m aware of the terminology, thank you, on account of being from England myself." She looked at Mary "You know, people build them on their property when they want their elderly relatives to move in with them so they can look after them." she turned to Frank, smirking "So I'm honoured, Francis..." "I didn't build it just for you." He rolled his eyes "it was half done when we moved in so it made sense to finish it." He picked up his can "It’s a place for anyone to stay, although I'd be lying if I said you weren't at the forefront of my mind when we did it" Evelyn looked at him, shocked, "me?" "Yeah..." he shrugged, grinning "Fliss told me that I wasn't allowed to let you stay in a hotel or at Bill and V's now we have room so this was the best way of actually keeping you out of the house..." "Oh piss off!" Evelyn looked at him, slapping his arm as he laughed. She shook her head and before she could shoot a sarcastic response back, the sound of an engine coming up the drive hit Frank’s ears and a soft smile crept across his face. His girl was home. Thor gave a loud bark and stood up, running to the gate, Frank following him. He opened it, striding out onto the path through the lawn which led round the side of their house to the front. He smiled as Fliss pushed herself out of her dad's range rover and he instantly spotted that her hair was a lighter colour than it had been that morning and was flowing round her face and shoulders in perfectly styled waves. It was evident she had enjoyed herself, as she looked relaxed for the first time in weeks. "Well I would ask if you had a nice time." He smiled, dropping a kiss to her cheek "but I can tell from the way you're grinning that you did." "Oh it was amazing." She smiled as his hands fell to her hips. “Just what I needed. I feel relaxed and absolutely ready to push a baby out of my vagina.” Frank gave a loud laugh as he shook his head. “Well, your hair looks great." "Aww thanks Frank." Roberta slapped his shoulder as she walked past him into the yard. He rolled his eyes as Fliss laughed, tugging on Frank’s hand as she led him to the trunk of Bill's car. Bill was stood with it open as Verity and Sian were looking in each of the bags before Verity pointed at one and handed it to Fliss, Frank immediately taking it from her. He peered inside.

"Because you don't have enough toiletries" he deadpanned. Fliss shrugged. "The lavender stuff they said would help me sleep, which in case you haven't noticed I've been struggling to do over the last 2 weeks." "Hard not to notice when you wake me up at 3:30 am to tell me" "I did that once because I felt sick. And besides, you did this to me..." she pointed to her now really rather large bump "...you should also be feeling the consequences" Bill snorted as he shut the trunk of his car and looked at Frank as he glanced at the older man, almost pleading for help "Sorry lad." Bill chuckled "You got her pregnant and wanna marry her, she's your problem now." "She is here..." Fliss glared at her father. "Oh, trust me Titch, we are all well aware you are." "Rude" Fliss looked at her parents as they headed into the garden. "Steve and the boys will be here in about 5." Sian looked at Fliss having just got off the phone to him. "Said to tell you he is picking up some real meat on the way over...whatever that means Frank?" Frank laughed "he means fillet steak. I got Sirloin. A man's cut. He's being a pussy" Sian looked at Fliss who simply shook her head. "Meat is a big issue for Francis." She said sombrely, patting his chest.

“I just know what I like.” He shrugged. They made their way through to the back in time to see Verity giving Evelyn a warm hug in greeting. It made Fliss smile softly, noticing how different it all was to the stiff handshakes shared when they met for the first time little over a year ago.

Frank dropped a kiss to her cheek and headed inside to put her bag away before he came back down just as Steve and the boys turned up. Then the usual thing that happened at BBQs went ahead, the men crowding round the grill, the women bustling in and out of the kitchen setting out the sides and accompaniments, the 3 kids bombing in and out of the pool.

“You should have come with us today Mary.” Steve said to the girl as she sauntered past in her bathing suit. She paused to look at him.

“What did you do?”

“We did Kayaking, skiing, the boys went bodyboarding but I sat that one out.” Steve said.

“I didn’t know if I would like it.” She shrugged, dropping her eyes slightly. Frank watched carefully as Steve crouched down.

“Me neither, but you know what? It was fun, and the best thing is, if there’s something you don’t wanna do, you can sit it out and watch.” Frank could see from her face she was mulling this over. She looked at Steve “Are you going again Uncle Steeby?”

“Next Friday.” He nodded.

“Ok, I wanna go next time.” She announced. “Mind your manners.” Frank instructed, gently, pointing the tongues he was holding at her.

“Please.” She added. Charlie and Joel both erupted into noise, demanding that their father allow it and Steve gave a chuckle.

“You’re welcome any time Stack, as long as Frank and Fliss say its ok.” He said, standing up. “Fine by me. In fact you can keep her if you want.” Frank shrugged and Mary rolled her eyes.

“You always say stuff like that, pretend you don’t want me here but we all know the truth. You do, that’s why you’re adopting me.”

“Smart ass.” Frank narrowed his eyes at her as she stuck her tongue out and ran off. Bill and Steve chuckled as Frank shook his head, snorting.

“Thanks Steve.” He looked at the man who waved his thanks away.

“You know, she’s getting more like Fliss was every day.” Bill said “you want to watch that, Frank. She was a sassy little swine as a kid.” “Mary was already a sass bag before she met Fliss.” Frank shrugged, turning over the steaks on the grill. “Lissy just encourages it.” “Have you had any luck with her biological father?” Steve asked and Frank shook his head.

“We’re not expecting to yet. We’ve only given him notification of our intent. I suspect when Greg actually starts the process officially we’ll hear something.”

“But you don’t expect him to object?”

Frank hesitated before he shrugged “I can’t see why he would. He’s never been interested in her, at all. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a slight worry but like Fliss keeps telling me, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” “No point worrying about something you can’t control.” Bill said wisely, before he drained his beer “Right, I need another drink. Anyone else want one?”

“Yeah, I’ll come with you” Steve said “Frank?”

“I’m good, thanks.” “You can have one or two, surely?” Steve looked at him.

“Leave him alone.” Bill said, shoving his son on the shoulder, “That’s your sister and my little girl he’s looking out for…” “Fuckin’ pussy…” Steve snorted playfully and Frank threw the burger flipper at him.

Bill and Steve walked away, playfully squabbling and a few seconds later Frank felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around him from behind, Fliss pressing her lips to the space between his shoulder blades.

“Hey gorgeous.” He said, moving so she could slide under his arm. He pressed a kiss to her head “You ok?”

“Yeah, fine.” She smiled, looking up at him. “You know I really do I love your hair." He said, taking in the lighter colour even more in the now closing light of day. Over the past two years, her vivid auburn had gradually tone down and was now a light brown, laced with copper and blonde.

“Thanks.” She said, a little shyly and Frank frowned.

“Don’t you like it?”

“No, I love it…it’s just, well, actually it doesn’t matter.” “Lissy.” He looked at her sternly, and she sighed, her hands worrying one another so Frank put the cooking utensils down and took them in his. “Tell me what’s going on.” “John hated me changing it.” She shrugged “Which is why I went so bright red in the first place. Once I left him I just fancied doing something wild. I’ve always liked it a bit lighter. He insisted I kept it dark…”

“Well you can do what the fuck you want with it.” He assured her, “Unless you want to shave it all off. Then I might raise some objections.” “Sorry. She said gently and he frowned.

“What for?” “Raising him again” she shrugged “We’ve been together almost 2 years now and…” “Hey.” He said, “Don’t ever apologise. I’d rather you tell me when you’re feeling like this. You know that.”

“Of course I do, I just wonder sometimes if it’s ever gonna stop.”

“So what if it doesn’t?” Frank looked at her. She blinked and he shrugged “I’ve told you, you can always talk to me. Nothing you say is gonna make me mad.”

She smiled at him as he dropped his head, gently giving her a peck. “I know, I just get fed up sometimes. Stupid little memories and flashbacks.” “I know.” He smiled at her, kissing her head softly “But they don’t rule your life anymore, not like they used to. They’re just…”he hesitated “A minor annoyance, a bit like him really, insignificant.”

“He’s even more insignificant now.” She grinned “He’s fucking dead.”

At that Frank let out a snort “I take it you’re not longer feeling numb then.”

She shrugged “Mum said exactly the same as you before, that we should be throwing a party so…”

Frank chuckled again, pulling her into him even further as he turned back to the grill.

******

Despite it being her due date the following day there was no sign of Bean. And he didn’t make an appearance on the Monday either. On Tuesday they headed in for an assessment at the hospital, and after an examination the Midwife smiled at Fliss as she lay on the bed.

"Well, Miss Gallagher... he is in the right position." The midwife smiled. “Dropped and ready.” "He needs to hurry up." Fliss grumbled "He was due two days ago.” "Your due date is never exact. I wouldn't worry. His heartbeat is strong, he'll arrive when he is ready." "Already taking after his father." Fliss shot a side glance at Frank who raised an eyebrow. "Ok so if there's no sign of him by the morning of the 28th then just call" the woman said and Frank bit back a smirk at the look of utter disgust on Fliss' face "We'll check everything and do a sweep to get things moving." "Is there anything we can do?" Fliss practically whined "Spicy food? Pineapple? Speed bumps?" The Midwife laughed "I'm afraid they're only old wives tales. The only one with a shred of credibility is sex." Frank grinned and Fliss shot him a glare. "Semen contains prostaglandins" the midwife shot Fliss a wink "It can trigger the release of oxytocin which is a hormone that can help contractions." At that it was Fliss' turn to grin. "So all I need is your sperm and a turkey baster Sailor. Unlucky." Frank rolled his eyes and mentally cursed the midwife for her damned scientific explanation. "But in essence if your body isn’t ready to labour, nothing you do will necessarily get you going." She smiled "Sorry, you're just gonna have to ride it out." Despite the joking there was no activity in the bedroom that night other than a lot of tossing and turning as Fliss was really struggling to get comfortable enough to sleep. Frank hated seeing her so tired and fed up but when at 3:30 am he sleepily asked her if she needed anything she simply asked for a cuddle which he was more than happy to provide.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled.

“What for?”

“I know I've been a pain these last 2 weeks.”

“You’re heavily pregnant and fed up.” He said, kissing her head

“I wouldn't be able to do this alone. I don't know how my mum did.” She said softly. Frank sighed and pulled her closer, remembering how upset she had been a week or so back when their conversation one evening with Mary had turned to Frank telling her how he had been with Diane when she was born. Hormones be damned, it had set Fliss off about how nice it was that Frank had been there and stood by Diane and how she wished her own mom had that, but instead Verity’s parents had kicked her out and left her alone and pregnant at the age of 19.

Frank knew Verity had been young when she had Fliss, although he had never expressly asked he had worked it out from the fact she was 9 years Bill's junior. He also knew there was a lot of bad blood on that side of the family and that Fliss had never met her maternal grandparents, even when they reached out to her later down the line. She had rather impolitely told them to fuck off, Verity doing the same. When asked by Mary why she hadn’t forgiven them as they were family, Fliss had shrugged and simply replied that family isn't and never would be about blood, but instead it was about those people who saw you at your absolute worst and wanted you just the same. "You've nothing to be sorry for.” Frank gently soothed her, “And you're not on your own. You never will be." "I know." She looked up at him, smiling as he gave her a soft kiss.

Things continued much the same for the rest of the week. Every so often Fliss would get a twinge, and the pair of them would get excited, thinking this was it, only for nothing to happen. On the Friday, almost a week post her due date, Frank called the midwife who arranged for them to come in the next morning. Evelyn, who was being particularly helpful, even if Frank was loath to admit it cooked for them all that night, but Fliss had struggled to eat her meal, declaring she felt a bit sick. After a profound apology to Evelyn she announced she was heading for a bath and then going to bed.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Frank asked and Fliss shook her head.

“It’s not even 7. I might be back down in an hour or so if I feel better.” “Ok, can you manage-“

“Frank!” she said, exasperatedly. “I’m fine.” “Well, you’re-“ he began and Evelyn laid her hand on his arm and shook her head gently. For the first time in, well, as long as he could remember, he obeyed an order from his mother and stopped. “Alright. Just shout me then if you need anything.”

She gave him a kiss on his cheek, her way of apology for snapping and headed off.

“You won’t need that appointment tomorrow.” Evelyn said after a pause and Frank turned to her.

“What makes you say that?” “Because I felt the same the day before I went into labour with you.” Evelyn said “Queasy, tired, just generally off.” “Well, I hope you’re right because she’s fed up.” Frank sighed “He’s fully cooked now, just being a stubborn little bastard.”

“What was it you once said to me about an apple and a tree analogy?” she looked at him, arching an eyebrow and Frank snorted.

“Yeah ok, you got me there” he conceded.

Fliss didn’t come back down after her bath. Frank popped in on her a few times and she was simply led in bed, trying to get comfortable, tearfully complaining that her back ache was particularly bad. Frank led besides her for half an hour or so, gently working at the lower part of her spine that was giving her the trouble before he realised she’d fallen asleep. He left her to it, heading back down to his mother and Mary, before a few hours later, just before 10, they all decided to go to bed as it had been a long day. Fliss didn’t wake up when he slid in besides her, nor when he dropped a kiss to her cheek. He watched her for a moment as she lay, facing him, before he too closed his eyes.

***** His baby was sat on his knee, grinning up at him. He smiled down at the boy, whose hands were wrapped tight around his index fingers. He glanced up, looking around for Fliss but there was no sign of her. Nor Mary for that matter. Hoisting Alex up onto his hip he headed out to the garden and gave a start as he saw both Fliss and Mary floating face down in the pool.

“No, no…” he began to mutter, before his muttering became frantic yells “No, this…not my girls…not…”

With a start, Frank sat bold upright in bed, breathing deeply. He glanced at the clock on the side which read 23:30, damned he hadn’t even been asleep an hour! What the fuck…

He wiped his clammy brow and lay back, feeling Fliss stir besides him.

“Frank?” she asked softly, “Are you ok?” “Bad dream.” He mumbled, turning onto his side and sliding his arm under her neck, pulling her back into his chest.

“You wanna talk about it?” she asked.

He shook his head with the air of a small child, pressing his nose into her neck, breathing in her smell and comfort. As he nuzzled at her, he felt her sigh a little and push back further into him.

“Stop it.” She muttered.

“Stop what?” he asked.

“That, on my neck…”

“Why?” He teased, his nose being replaced by his lips as he gently trailed open mouthed kisses up to her ear.

“You know why…”

“You ready to try what the midwife suggested?” he grinned, his mouth nipping at her ear and she gave a laugh.

“I'm willing to try anything. Just make it quick, I’m not bothered about coming. I only need your sperm.” “Charming…” he snorted as she gave a soft chuckle. His hand that had been resting on her bump softly moved down a little as he shifted, snaking his leg in between hers, opening her up slightly. He hooked her leg up over his hip, his fingers softly trailing up her bare thigh, shifting her sleep shorts to one side as he slipped his hand gently into her folds. She bucked harshly.

“Easy baby.” he muttered.

“Can’t help it.” she let out a soft sigh “Sensitive…” With a smile, he used his other hand to tip her head round so he could catch her mouth with his own, kissing her gently, his tongue softly sliding against hers, swallowing the moans and groans she was eliciting as he worked her with his hand. Had she been a little more with it, she might have been slightly embarrassed at how pathetically short a period of time it was before he had her clamping down around his fingers, shuddering as her release washed over her, but she was too gone to care. She’d hardly even come down from her orgasm when Frank eased her shorts down, then his boxers and with a gently push forward slid into her, the pair of them letting out hushed sighs as he began to slowly slide in and out of her. There was no haste to his movements, no rush, nothing, it was gentle, sweet, loving as he kept her held close to him, his lips lavishing affection on her shoulders and neck. Before long he heard and felt he breathing falling into that tell-tale staccato panting and she let out a low, quiet but downright filthy noise from her throat and Frank’s lips curved into a grin against her neck.

“Come on beautiful…” he mumbled, the heat in his own belly was sending spikes of fire up and down his body as he fought to keep control for a little longer “Come on.” And she did, her head tipped back and with a stuttering whisper of his name he felt her tighten around him, her legs quivering as he himself came, his hips slowing to a stop as he gently bit down on her shoulder. The pair of them lay still for a while, his hand softly curving up and around her bump, over her hip, down her thigh and back again, gently repeating the motion.

“You ok?” he asked and she nodded, humming in contentment. He pulled out of her, righted their items of clothing as Fliss hardly moved. He kept her pressed close to him as he closed his eyes, drifting off again.

He was woken 3 hours later, just before 4 am by Fliss shaking his arm.

“Frank…”

He groaned but didn’t open his eyes.

“Frank…Bean…I think he’s on his way…”

He let out a grin and turned over “My sperms worked then…” he mumbled into the pillow.

Fliss looked at him, waiting for the moment her words registered in his sleep-addled brain, which happened roughly 10 or so seconds later when he suddenly sat straight up, turning to face her.

“Penny dropped?” she asked arching an eyebrow.

He blinked “He’s…” She nodded, “Yeah…” He blinked again before he swallowed, and with a grin stuttered out a single word.

“Shit!”

**** Chapter 10

#riding on #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #frank adler x original female character #gifted #gifted fan fic #chris evans #chris evans characters

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what-kinda-fuckery · 4 years

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Hey so, I was one of the star struck falsettos stans that spent the forty dollars for the webinar, and I took notes (like a weirdo). So I decided I would share my funny moments and updates from the cast here!

- Host: Everyone should be keeping their audio off.

Christian: Oh alright!

Host: nO Christian not you

- Christians in Manhattan and his hair is back and he’s wearing a Superman t-shirt.

- Brandon is with his parents in NJ

- Stephanie and Brandon still love each other

- Brandon: Meat should be cooked just right

- Betsy: Stephanie are you in maple wood?

Stephanie: Well thank you for telling everyone where I am (she’s in NJ)

- Stephanie: Are you fucking kidding meee!!!

- Tracie is in LA, she looks like she’s in Costa Rica and I love her dog.

- Anthony’s VOICE IS LOW EVERYONES FREAKING OUT

they’re all talking about Anthony’s clear skin

- Andy Randy is in LA with a fresh haircut his boyfriend did it and he’s watching too much TV

Andrew: I’m watching this is America

Stephanie: SO GOOD

Andrew: SO GOOD

- Everyone’s having hard days

- Christian is acting out tracies dog’s pathetic bark and everyone’s like WHAT are you doing bc it looks like he’s about to throw up

- BETSY IS A WEEK AWAY FROM HAVINGA WHOLE CHILD

Betsy: What else do you do during a pandemic? Have a baby!

Andrew: Can I toss out another baby name? Celery.

Literally everyone: Goodnight Andrew goodbye!

- Christian is living with a girl (?) and playing board games instead of watching television

HE COOKS NOW EVERYONES PROUD OF HIM

Christian: yesterday I made pork filet en croute

Stephanie: I MADE PORK WITH SAGE AND APPLES ON WEDNESDAY

Stephanie: In mean girls they wear pink on wednesdays. In falsettos they make pork.

- I can’t get over Anthony’s voice

Again everyone returning to his literally perfect skin

- Stephanie: When watching four jews in a room in the beginning who’s in China?? I know the answer I just want to hear someone say it.

Andrew, with a thick accent: It was Bryna, in China, with a torn miniscus

- Christian: Did anything interesting make it on to the telecast between me and you? Andrew? Actually I dont remember I need to do my research.

Andrew: There’s been some strange comments about Christian and I- (AT THIS POINT IM WHEEZING)

HE MENTIONED THE TONY BONY

HE SAID IT WASNT A THING

HE DIDNT HAVE ONE

Andrew: No that’s not a thing that happened

Brandon: Andrew i want you to know that it’s okay if it was. It’s a safe space just the seven of us. (Lol)

- Bill Finn would take two steps into the room: “WROONG”

Stephanie: he wanted me to sing the end of I’m breaking down up the octave and I said #notmytrina

Brandon: #NOTMYTRINA

- Tracie what did you do during act 1

Tracie: Betsy and I sat in that dressing room for like an hour and a half

Andrew: You SANG the WHOLE SHOW TRACIE

- Betsy watched parts of the first act to feel like she was there

- Betsy sprained both her ankles at one point during the run and was a trooper anyways

Brandon reenacting Betsy limping during look look look look

Everyone dies laughing

Christians LAUGH makes me SO HAPPY

- Betsys screen is frozen like this: 🤨

Andrew: What if she went into labor??? (This is a common thread throughout the zoom)

- Anthony: I’m getting a lot of glitching so Stephanie is just like “HUH UH UH UH”

- Betsy comes back and everyone is like

YOU GUYS ITS COMING!!!

- They bought Andrew an ice cream for his birthday from the vending machine at rehearsal

- Andrew: The Hawaii crop top

Betsy: I would give anything to have that

- Tracie: it was very hard. Very precise bringing the blocks together

Brandon: Trying to be like oh my god we’re going to a funeral

Andrew: MY DEATH IT WAS MY DEATH

- fan question: What did the blocks weigh?

Stephanie: They were like thick yoga blocks. Not heavy but awkward shaped

Andrew: Significantly heavier when Anthony sat on them

Anthony: I just realized how much I got thrown around

Stephanie: Anthony were you proud of yourself? #proudofyou

Anthony: The one moment I was cringing was father and son

Christian: HERE WE GO *SLAPS TABLE*

Betsy: Anthony’s like BLAH BLAH BLAH blah my line BLAH BLAH BLAH my line BLAH BLAH

Christian: I LEAVE THE PAUSE IF YOU CANT GET IN THATS ON YOU

Anthony: I was blinking in that number like constantly

Christian: THE WHOLE THING LIKE A SALAMANDER

Oh Anthony.

- Andrew: I HAVE A STORY ABOUT CHRISTIAN BORLE. Tech for what more can i say. He was laying on me. We were shirtless in underpants under the blankets.

Christian: SLOWER

Andrew: he leaned over; He sniffed his armpit and said “I hope you like France”

EVERYONE DIES LAUGHING INCLUDING ME

Christian: i haven’t worn deodorant in 10 years true story

- Christian: i seem to remember holding our pillows and blankets pretending like we were partying on fyre island and Andrew said:

Andrew: WHATS YOUR NAME???

Christian: No no it was something like:

WHAT HOUSE ARE YOU STAYING IN??

Andrew: WHAT HOUSE ARE YOU STAYING IN???

Betsy: James lupine I feel like we’re ruining this show

- Andrew: The shenanigans were real but so was the sadness

Stephanie: We’re real and we’re funny what you gonna do

- Andrew talking about how hard the show was to do: Finding some liberty, It’s a hard world to live in all the time. It was a hard time especially for Christian. I would sometimes go home and cry for no reason

Brandon: Building up emotion with nowhere to put it

Betsy: then Lesbians come in and provide all the levity

Stephanie: Although Dr. Charlotte brings in horrible news

Tracie: Everything’s beautiful at what more can i say and I’m like not so fast

- Tracie always had a funny thing to say

- Who broke character the most on stage?

Anthony Stephanie and Christian

Anthony: it was when I said “I don’t want a bar mitzvah” and I spit in your face a lot and you went like *puts arms up* and someone at stage door was like very condescending like it’s not professional

Christian: Oh my bad we’re people sorry

- Stephanie wrote a line in the show “YOU HAVE PAINTINGS OF DICKS”

- James wanted her to cut off her finger during I’m breaking down

And turn around with a bandaged bloody finger

- Betsy’s nose bleeding during something bad is happening

And Tracie was like something BAD IS HAPPENING

Tracie: Christians throwing up right now

Betsy: Bloody Kleenex up the nose THE SHOW MUST GO ON

- Fan question: Stephanie how do you belt with a banana in your mouth

Christian: Practice practice practice

Stephanie: just shove it in your cheek. But Really that wasn’t supposed to happen

Anthony’s nickname in the rehearsal room was little bananas because he had to gather up all the pieces of stuff after Stephanie shoved the table over with her rear. Sometimes he didn’t have enough time to put it somewhere so he would just put the pieces of banana in his mouth and that’s where it came from

That’s why

- Andrew: Stephanie your glasses are very chic

Stephanie: Oh my gosh thank you *shocked*

- Betsy: Bill was like I’d rather DIE than change lyrics for the pbs special

FLaT aS a LaKe

- Cue everyone accidentally talking over each other and saying what at each other for 30 seconds

Christian: what? what? what?

Who is it?

What’s going on?

- If you could play anyone else in the show who would it be

Anthony said Mendel

Tracie said Mendel

Brandon said Trina

Andrew said marvin

Betsy said whizzer

Stephanie said Mendel

And I honestly couldn’t hear if Christian said anything whoops

- Brandon: If someone could at some point explain to me the Mendel eats dirt meme? People have been Asking me if Mendel eats dirt? I don’t think it’s about Trina Trina is not the dirt. I was overwhelmed. Can someone in the Q&A explain this? *A few seconds later* oh It was from a meme generator?

Christian: Greaat.

Brandon: It’s a fan fiction about Mendel eating dirt and getting aroused by it

Everyone: WHAT

- They still get fan art

Someone recreated the whole soundtrack 8bit and also with KAZOOS

- Brandon: CONGRATS CHRISTIAN ON LULOS WIN FOR LITTLE SHOP. If you haven’t seen Christian in little shop it’s revelatory I’m not just blowing smoke up your ass I have not laughed that hard in a while at the theatre

- Christian talking about little shop

Christian has a 12 inch Batman toy in his dressing room and he misses it

- Ticket prices were getting out of control before corona everyones hoping this will make a difference

Brandon and everyone think it should get more accessible

- Brandon: Hear hear I need a refill

- Stephanie: Your hair looks incredible Brandon (it did)

Christian: She’s been waiting to talk about it for 53 minutes

- Andrew: Well Betsy what I’m wondering is have you crowned yet??

Proceed everyone dying

Brandon, taking a picture of the screen: This moment will go down in history as When Betsy was asked if she was crowning

- Everyone mimicking zoom freezing by starting a sentence and freezing halfway through

- Christian: What new Steven sondheim musical are you excited about Anthony *devilish grin*

Anthony having no idea what Christian is talking about

Christian: Come on Anthony you know the answer. Ugh. The minds of the young. You’re smoking pot now aren’t you??

Christian: We have a lot of fun

- Andrew: I’m trying to get people to pay attention to me

- Christians pretending to be frozen

Cue a lot of yelling: Stephanie BRANDON STEPHANIE

NO CHRISTIAN

Everyone accusing each other of being frozen

NO YOURE FROZEN

- Andrew: Let’s all act like we’re frozen

Steph: I see Andrew acting like hes frozen

Betsy: Watching you do that is killing me

- Listening to the cast recording for the first time together

Stephanie: Why was I the a-hole that couldn’t be there???

Christian: That’s a question only you can answer

- Betsys husband came in everyones like BETSY LOOK OUT

Christian: that scared the shit out of me

- What is marvins last name and what was his line of work

Christian: we definitely said it at some point right? (They didnt) but he was in advertising. What was the last name? Gardens? O’Malley?

- Andrew: Betsys gone oh no

Betsy: I’m right here!!!

Andrew: She’s giving birth (again)

Stephanie: Betsy Wolfe is a ceiling

- Brandon: Welcome back Anthony. You’re here now.

Anthony singing merrily we roll along over Betsy trying to tell a story

Christian: STOP SMOKING POT IN YOUR BEDROOM ANTHONY

- Betsy: Steve (Steven Sondheim) comes to the door I call him steve

Into the woods is the reason Betsy is in theatre

- Betsy: Andrew was nervous singing at the tonys for Book of Mormon and he got dry mouth he sang like 😬I BELIEVE and he licked his lips so much during the song.

Brandon: Did you have a boner then too?

Andrew: GUYS DONT BE DICKS

Stephanie: It’ll be like dry mouth, boner

Andrew: BETSY YOU FUCKIN BITCH ITS ACTUALLY NOT THAT BAD

Stephanie: Bets maybe we should wrap it up

- Brandon sings MARRIAGE PROPOSAL

EVERYONE TELLING HIM TO STOP SINGING I took a video it was beautiful might post that later

- “Tracie Thomas from Lent!”

Tracie having stage fright

Tracie: Billy porter said “oh child we all forget the words” and walked away

- Anthony said WHO SHAT THE BED in four jews once

Anthony: That’s my contribution. Steph got her line, I got who shat the bed

- Steph: We lost andrew oh no

Christian: Um, we lost andrew ten minutes ago. Yeah when Brandon started singing

- Then Betsy sang a song by Bill Finn beautiful

- Steph: Wear your masks and eat pork on wednesdays

That was it!! I hope you enjoyed and people who were there if I got anything wrong that’s my human error it was hard to note everything I wanted to. Smooches! Byee

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years

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Riding On Ch9: A Labour of Love

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, NO UNDER 18s!).

Pairing: Frank Adler x Fliss Gallagher

A/N: Bean is just not playing ball, is he? As always, I hope you enjoy and I love reading all your thoughts. Chapter Song: Beautiful Day by U2

Series Masterlist // WIYPT Masterlist

Touch me, take me to that other place. Teach me, I know I’m not a hopeless case.

August 2019

“Stay here.” she instructed, “I’ll be fine.” He wasn’t going to listen, he really wasn’t but his eyes dropped shut of their own accord. When they opened again it was almost 10 and he gave a start, because Fliss was due to leave in little over an hour. She was off for a Pre-Baby pamper session with Verity, Roberta and Sian, which included a manicure, pedicure, haircut, facial and fuck knows what else. To be honest, Frank had zoned out when she'd reeled off the list of treatments last night over dinner and just nodded in all the right places because he wasn't interested if all truth be told. As long as she enjoyed herself. With that in mind, he jumped up and after a quick shower he headed downstairs.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” he asked as he wandered into the back of the house. Fliss, who was stood by the bay window seat, her eyes roving over the garden, didn’t answer.

“Lissy?” He spoke again and she jumped slightly and turned to face him as he chuckled and crossed the room to give her a kiss. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Where’s Mary?”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I had a message from Boston Police…about John.”

Frank made an angry noise in his throat “What about him?”

“He’s dead.” Fliss said flatly as she looked at Frank. His face contorted into a frown as he looked at her.

“Dead?”

“You ok?” he asked her as he stepped towards her and pulled her into a hug.

“Not sure you’d find many places with Congratulations Your Piece Of Shit, Wife-Beating Ex-Husband Is Dead banners or balloons.” she quipped.

“The internet is dark and full of terrors.” Frank smiled back and Fliss snorted at the Game of Thrones reference “Never underestimate it.”

Frank smiled “Good job you’re heading off for one then isn’t it.”

“I should go get ready.”

“Ok, you want any breakfast before you go?” he asked and she smiled

“We ate, but there’s some pancakes in the oven for you, you just need to warm them up.”

“Does that make me bad?”

And Frank didn’t give a shit whether being happy or, dare he say it, amused at the fact the fucker had died in prison, made him a bad person or not.

*****

“Have a nice time.” He said, leaning over to give her a peck.

“We will.” She smiled “I left Mary some Mac and Cheese for lunch, she was asking before so I pulled it out of the freezer.”

Frank smiled “I’ll fight her for it.” “No need.” She grinned “I got you some out too.” “You spoil me”

“Everything ok?” Bill asked.

“Good luck!” he said, nodding towards the vehicle.

“You’ve done a good job, Frank.” She turned to look at him and he smiled back.

“You sound surprised, mother.” “Not at all.” She shook her head. “I expected nothing less.” “Makes a change.” He couldn’t help the sarcastic shot back and she narrowed her eyes.

“Are we not passed the sniping yet?” she said, tiredly.

“As ready as we can be.” He said, “We’ve had all the hospital tours and found the place Fliss prefers so…” “Where have you chosen?” Evelyn asked.

“Bayfront in St Pete’s” Frank said, pulling out his phone “They have a suite called the Baby Place.”

He flicked through his phone’s internet browser to the bookmarked page and handed it to Evelyn who put on her glasses to scan the information.

“Hey Stack, can you go grab me a can of soda?”

“Only if I can have one.” She bargained.

“Fine, but grab the no sugar. You’re already hyper enough as it is.”

Mary jumped down and headed through the door into the kitchen. As soon as she was out of earshot Frank looked at his mother.

“You should have come with us today Mary.” Steve said to the girl as she sauntered past in her bathing suit. She paused to look at him.

“What did you do?”

“We did Kayaking, skiing, the boys went bodyboarding but I sat that one out.” Steve said.

“I didn’t know if I would like it.” She shrugged, dropping her eyes slightly. Frank watched carefully as Steve crouched down.

“Next Friday.” He nodded.

“Ok, I wanna go next time.” She announced. “Mind your manners.” Frank instructed, gently, pointing the tongues he was holding at her.

“Please.” She added. Charlie and Joel both erupted into noise, demanding that their father allow it and Steve gave a chuckle.

“You’re welcome any time Stack, as long as Frank and Fliss say its ok.” He said, standing up. “Fine by me. In fact you can keep her if you want.” Frank shrugged and Mary rolled her eyes.

“You always say stuff like that, pretend you don’t want me here but we all know the truth. You do, that’s why you’re adopting me.”

“Smart ass.” Frank narrowed his eyes at her as she stuck her tongue out and ran off. Bill and Steve chuckled as Frank shook his head, snorting.

“Thanks Steve.” He looked at the man who waved his thanks away.

“We’re not expecting to yet. We’ve only given him notification of our intent. I suspect when Greg actually starts the process officially we’ll hear something.”

“But you don’t expect him to object?”

“Yeah, I’ll come with you” Steve said “Frank?”

“I’m good, thanks.” “You can have one or two, surely?” Steve looked at him.

“Hey gorgeous.” He said, moving so she could slide under his arm. He pressed a kiss to her head “You ok?”

“Thanks.” She said, a little shyly and Frank frowned.

“Don’t you like it?”

“Well you can do what the fuck you want with it.” He assured her, “Unless you want to shave it all off. Then I might raise some objections.” “Sorry. She said gently and he frowned.

“Of course I do, I just wonder sometimes if it’s ever gonna stop.”

“So what if it doesn’t?” Frank looked at her. She blinked and he shrugged “I’ve told you, you can always talk to me. Nothing you say is gonna make me mad.”

“He’s even more insignificant now.” She grinned “He’s fucking dead.”

At that Frank let out a snort “I take it you’re not longer feeling numb then.”

She shrugged “Mum said exactly the same as you before, that we should be throwing a party so…”

Frank chuckled again, pulling her into him even further as he turned back to the grill.

******

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled.

“What for?”

“I know I've been a pain these last 2 weeks.”

“You’re heavily pregnant and fed up.” He said, kissing her head

“Do you want me to come with you?” Frank asked and Fliss shook her head.

“It’s not even 7. I might be back down in an hour or so if I feel better.” “Ok, can you manage-“

She gave him a kiss on his cheek, her way of apology for snapping and headed off.

“You won’t need that appointment tomorrow.” Evelyn said after a pause and Frank turned to her.

“What was it you once said to me about an apple and a tree analogy?” she looked at him, arching an eyebrow and Frank snorted.

“Yeah ok, you got me there” he conceded.

“No, no…” he began to mutter, before his muttering became frantic yells “No, this…not my girls…not…”

With a start, Frank sat straight upright in bed, breathing deeply. He glanced at the clock on the side which read 23:30, damned he hadn’t even been asleep an hour! What the fuck…

He wiped his clammy brow and lay back, feeling Fliss stir besides him.

“Frank?” she asked softly, “Are you ok?” “Bad dream.” He mumbled, turning onto his side and sliding his arm under her neck, pulling her back into his chest.

“You wanna talk about it?” she asked.

He shook his head with the air of a small child, pressing his nose into her neck, breathing in her smell and comfort. As he nuzzled at her, he felt her sigh a little and push back further into him.

“Stop it.” She muttered.

“Stop what?” he asked.

“That.” She said, “On my neck…”

“Why?” he teased, his nose being replaced by his lips as he gently trailed open mouthed kisses up to her ear.

“You know why…”

“You ready to try what the midwife suggested?” he muttered, his mouth nipping at her ear and she gave a laugh.

“Easy baby.” he muttered.

He was woken 3 hours later, just before 4 am by Fliss shaking his arm.

“Frank…”

He groaned but didn’t open his eyes.

“Frank…Bean…I think he’s on his way…”

He let out a grin and turned over “My sperms worked then…” he mumbled into the pillow.

Fliss looked at him, waiting for the moment her words registered in his sleep-addled brain, which happened roughly 10 or so seconds later when he suddenly sat bolt upright, turning to face her.

“Penny dropped?” she asked arching an eyebrow.

He blinked “He’s…” She nodded, “Yeah…” He blinked again before he swallowed, and with a grin stuttered out a single word.

“Shit!”

#riding on #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #gifted #gifted fan fic

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technobladetimestamps · 3 years

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Oct 31 Stream Timestamps

Timestamps from Technoblade’s “spooky stream (dream SMP)”

Link to my youtube comment with all of the timestamps x

Timestamps with hyperlinks below

01:02 doesn’t usually stream on Halloween bc people are busy / 43,000 = 2.5 02:50 “If only there was a way I could exchange money for some sort of faster laptop” / hunting for Halloween mobs 04:03 annual shiny hunting / all SMP’s die quickly / dsmp could die before next halloween 05:28 vc with Tubbo and Niki / “The worst thing I could imagine, an orphanage” / alive orphans are worse than dead ones / buried cow pit 07:13 coordinates ruin the immersion / Tubbo wearing a wig / “Did you try getting a haircut” / “This seems like a really solvable problem” / “Technoblade please can you stop insulting me for like a couple minutes” 08:28 Technoblade “knows what trees are” / haunted mansion / jumpscare 10:10 “That was a good 30 seconds of content, can I see the villagers” / the haunted house looks too good to only be seen once a year 11:23 Tommy joins vc / postponing talking to Tommy for content / making fun of Tubbo being scared by a horror game / heading to the jungle base 14:19 making fun of the ice bridge and ditching Niki / ditching Tubbo 16:22 flexing the trident / Fundy Tubbo trident adventures / “Nothing is sacred on this server” 18:01 “music pog?” 20:25 “We have been stealing the worst combatants Manberg has” / easy mode 23:10 Tommy joins vc / Tommy dies / explaining the sellout timer 25:42 Tommy shocked by Techno’s money making prowess / /hidechat 26:54 “Not getting Philza’d today” / “Do Zombie babies grow” / “Imagine feeding your child, kinda cringe” 28:53 Schlatt walk / “I’m speaking to the comment section” 29:41 Techno needs something from Tommy / “Stop roleplaying my sellout timer went off” 30:54 “Subscribe to Technoblade or your parents will perish”32:00 still need to edit the festival / Tommy tempted to youtube gaming / phantom membranes 33:04 smp earth isn’t canon / “Tubbo was dead the moment he stepped in that box. Do you really think there was no one else in that entire country that could kill an unarmed caged man?” 34:22 Tommy borrowing iron for an epic comeback / “You matter <3 Eret” 35:52 Tommy dies to thorns while Techno is afk / “If I don’t have that wool how do I know that I matter” / unsubscribed viewers don’t matter 37:55 negotiations for phantom membranes / Technoscream / “I don’t have the vocal cords to do that more than once a month” / making fun of subscriber pitches / stabbing threat 42:29 Tommy just drops one / trident deal / “The voices in my head Tommy. They tell me to kill.” 44:22 wants to trade for an audio clip not an item / slab stopped the water bucket / I’ve been disrupted / very bad pearl by Tommy 47:17 Tommy makes Techno say a weird sentence in a high voice / can’t clip it if it’s in a high voice / “Are you sure you don’t want vast sums of diamonds” 50:14 Tommy falls off while doing his best auctioneer impression (3 for 5) / has plenty of membranes now / “We’re on the same side I’m just angry at you” 53:11 “Is this gonna be in the highlights” “Do you think I’m gonna upload a video” / put Tommy on the second channel / “How’s this so easy for you” 53:57 “That was the easiest trade deal of my life. Why are you guys freaking out” / a limited item is worth pretty much anything / optifine for jack’o’lanterns 57:36 “Skeleton horses have garbage stats” / pink sheep 59:35 “glow squids don’t glow” / “I might have angered the gods” / “I did commit a massacre recently” 1:00:50 Found a jack’o’lantern skeleton / very slow adventure / “Rod pvp” 1:06:58 water elevator for skeleton 1:07:48 Nothing suspicious under that soul sand / “I can use the trident to fight my destiny” 1:08:09 calling out someone in chat for doubting him / the skeleton dies / “I just wanted the chat to think I was smart” / sad voice / “I flew too close to the sun chat” 1:11:37 “I’m gonna learn from my mistakes, which is only something people with 70 IQ can do” 1:13:05 “Love your only fans cape. How do I get one?” / “Why do the L’s keep stacking” 1:23:28 “I repeat the same joke every year...because people forget” / not responsible for that guy dropping out of school / “I approve of every choice you have ever made in your entire life” “Thank you” 1:24:11 exclusive slow falling potions / “obtaining the secrets of flight” / trident + slow falling + 8 crossbows = air strike 1:26:22 “The magma kills them really slowly. As long as I don’t sit up there and give a five minute monologue we’re good” 1:28:26 “Techno’s IQ went from 2 to 3” “That’s a 50% increase. If you keep that up you’re gonna be a genius in no time” 1:31:06 “Fossilnet is the only Carl supporter” / “Well I probably mispronounced your name, so that's enough bullying for today.” 1:32:31 “Get a Jack’o’lantern zombie piglin” / “Praise Michael, he is smart” / “Why is my IQ 2 today? It’s because I had a conversation with Tommy” 1:36:45 got the skeleton locked up / “Fool” 1:40:51 “Carl if you were faster they wouldn’t be able to hit you” “If you die I won’t miss you” 1:55:11 “This is an escort mission...the worst kind of mission” / “Philza not today” 2:06:56 “I really like you guys chat. I don’t care if you’re telling the truth” / panic voice about magma 2:09:08 butler name / Do his mods ban people when he jokes that they should? / Hubert 2:14:42 this is the chicken on smp earth all over again / “Has my IQ recovered?” 2:18:44 "It's the one that's not Skeppy"

#technoblade #technoblade timestamps #spooky stream (dream SMP)#dream smp

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harry-styles-sunflower · 4 years

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Wandering Hands Part 2

Hellooo everyone! I hope you are all having a lovely day! SO this is Part 2 of Wandering Hands.

What it is: You and Harry become friends but you come with certain baggage that might make any other man run.

Word count: 6.4k

Warning: none really besides cursing? (lmk if I forgot one!)

This part includes more info on y/n’s past, a little bit of Harry’s and also some of his pov.

Pls reblog if you like it :) Thanks in advance for the support!

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You had just finished your 3 am morning feed of your now one-month old baby boy. He was already looking chunkier and looked milk drunk. Your husband took him as routine to burp him. You were thankful he was able to get leave just before you gave birth and be part of Sam's first few weeks of life.

"y/n?"

"hm?" you were exhausted, half asleep already.

"if anything happens to me out there, I need you to move on," you opened one eye peeking at your husband. He was staring at his son intently. "he deserves to have a father figure in his life. Someone who can teach him how to shave."

You scooched closer to him on your shared bed and put your head on his shoulder.

"Don't think like that, and if anything, I shave my legs. Couldn't be that different." you kissed his shoulder. He was always so warm.

"Not just that," he laughed lowly, "other things boys have to go through sometimes only a man understands."

"Well, it’s a good thing you're gonna keep yourself safe right?" you touched your boy’s cheek lightly and then your husband's.

"Anything could happen, and I'd want you two to be happy. Just let me get adjusted to my grave for like a year." He tried laughing to lighten the mood. It didn’t work.

"S-stop talking. My hormones are too messy right now." you said your voice shaky and you laid back down against your pillow. You felt him put Sam down back in his bassinet and hug you from behind, spooning you.

"Don't cry pumpkin, please don't" he kissed your cheek.

"Can't help it. You started it." you wiped your nose.

"I'm sorry," he kissed your cheek and shoulder, "Hey are those 4 weeks up?" you felt his smirk against your skin.

"Ugh get off," you laughed and pushed him off your shoulder to face him. He looked you in the eyes and kissed your nose.

"I'm sorry," he kissed you.

"Apology accepted." you kissed him back.

You remembered the memory as you sat in the Banzai parking lot. It's like he knew something would happen to him. You were nervous to meet Harry, even if he was just a friend now. A cute friend. You saw his car was already there. You were still in your work clothes. White satin blouse with high waisted beige dress pants and nude heels. You grabbed your purse and walked in. You saw him waiting on a chair near the entrance. He looked up from his phone and put it away when he saw you.

"Hey" he came and hugged you.

You hugged him back and breathed in his cologne while he breathed in your perfume. When you pulled apart you looked up at him. He looked a little different. His hair had gotten longer. Eyes brighter than ever, you liked his eyes already. You were forming a fat crush on him and you knew it.

"Hi,"

"You look nice," he subtly looked you up and down.

"Thanks," you laughed lightly, "they're my work clothes" you scrunched your nose.

"Beautiful either way." he put his hand on the small of your back encouraging you to walk towards your table.

"Thank you." you blushed lightly. He took your chair and pushed it in for you once you sat down.

"So how's work?" you decided to spark conversation since he was usually the one to always start one.

"It's good. Reading sci-fi manuscript. Not my usual cup of tea but this one is pretty good. How's work for you?" he said as he ate his clear soup. You stirred yours as he spoke.

"It's good. Mainly just trying to make it all enjoyable for them. Trying to think of a field trip to maybe take them on," you finished and ate your soup.

"Good teacher they have," he grinned at you.

"Thank you." you couldn't help but blush.

"So how's Sam? You mentioned he's at a friend's house?"

"Yeah, one of his close friends." you nodded. He nodded along.

"I'm sorry if this is too personal but um, does he remember your um your late husband?"

"No, he doesn’t remember his dad. He died when he was only two."

"Oh okay," you saw his face change a little, "I'm sorry I keep saying husband or Sam's dad, I just don’t remember a name or if you ever mentioned it."

You hadn't. You hadn't mentioned his name because there were times where you couldn't cry without saying it. You've literally probably only said it four times since he passed. And that was probably a lot. You were okay talking about him but saying his name was difficult.

"I haven't mentioned it. It's um hard for me to say aloud sometimes."

He nodded and put his hand over yours.

"I'm sorry for asking." he played with his lips with his other hand.

"Don't be," you played with his thumb with your thumb, "I honestly should probably talk about him more. I think I got too used not talking about him, only to Sam of course. But then again, it’s only when he asks."

He played with your hand with both of his, "Do you think it’s easier to talk about him if I ask about him? I'd love to help you."

You smiled at him, "I don't know where you came from. Why are you so interested?"

"Well um," he blushed, "when I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful and I guess your past doesn’t steer me off because um, my mum was in your position but with two kids. Not that I'm trying to be my stepdad but I'm not scared of it, and I love kids."

You were a little shocked but this revelation warmed your heart a bit.

"Michael," you squeezed his hand, "his name was Michael." you swallow the huge lump in your throat because of the fact you had to say 'was' before his name.

He smiled at you, "That was brave," you blushed and looked down. He picked your hand up and kissed it. You were getting butterflies.

"So, since I shared that.. Could I ask you something? You don't have to share."

"Sure," he gave you a grin that showcased his dimples.

"What happened to your dad? Biological one."

"Well first he left us and then he got sick and passed."

You nodded and apologized but he assured you it was fine. Your food soon came and you ate quietly. You felt okay. A little less nervous than when you first walked in. Your hands kept touching for the majority of the lunch.

"Does your family still live in England?" He nodded as he sipped his water.

"Yeah, my mum and sister are still there. My stepdad also passed away recently,"

"I'm sorry Harry" you rubbed his hand.

"It's okay," he smiled at you, "So Sam asks about him?"

"Yeah just like what were his favorites and if he did this or that." he nodded along listening.

"Your hair has gotten longer since the first time we've met." you wanted know more about him and talk about him.

"Yeah well I had just gotten a haircut that day actually and I'm thinking I want to grow my hair out a bit more."

"Very prince charming like." you smiled.

"Yeah," he chuckled.

"How old are you again?"

"30 too"

"32?"

"No," he laughed, "30 as well"

"Oh," you blushed. He was pretty perfect.

"Is it too soon to talk about the future?" your eyes widened. Seriously? Where did he come from?

"Meaning?" you swallowed some water.

"Meaning like are you dating other people? In general?" he shrugged.

"Um, well you're the first guy I've ever done this with again. The wounds were too fresh before."

"Oh okay. Well I mean, I've gone on dates before but not with multiple people at a time. Not my thing. I give one person all my attention," you nodded as he spoke, "So you're the only woman I'm talking to right now." That made you feel good or better.

"Are you sure you're ready for this though?" you didn't look at him too much. You felt him grab your hand and squeeze it.

"I am, and if you aren't it's okay. I'm willing to wait," you subconsciously rolled your eyes and he furrowed his brows, "what was that for?"

"Wait? Harry you have a whole life. You can't wait on me." you wanted to take your hand back but he held on to it.

"I'm willing to. Believe it or not y/n but I like you. A lot. I like your personality, I like that we can talk about whatever, I like the way you talk about your son, and you're beautiful. Which is only a bonus. You've made me go on about my feelings in a restaurant, do you believe me now?" he had a small smile.

You simply nodded because you were too stunned to say anything else. The waiter came with the check and Harry put his card in the small booklet and signed whatever he had to. You were quiet as you walked out. You didn't know what to say. It wasn't every day when a gorgeous man confesses feelings for you. You checked the time and saw it was 5:00 pm. You had to pick up Sam soon.

"Thanks for lunch it was nice, we’ll talk later." you said as you walked towards your car. Your pace was a little fast. Harry caught up to you and lightly grabbed your hand.

"Are you scared?" he looked you in the eye.

"No. Yes. No. I don’t know!"

"Talk to me." he put some of your hair behind your ear.

"I like you obviously but I can't help but think about my in laws, Sam, my family, and.. I can't help but think about him.. Michael."

He pulled you in for a hug wrapping his arms around your neck while you wrapped yours around his waist. Your head against his chest.

"I think it's time you think about you. When was the last time you did that? 7 years ago? Before Sam was born?"

"More like 10… before I got married." you felt him kiss the top of your head and you nearly melted. Everything he was doing was so comforting.

"You're too young to be thinking about so many people. I think you should just worry about yourself and your son. Just because you're opening your heart to someone else doesn't mean your closing your heart to Michael's." Everything he said rang in your head like a repeated song. He was right.

"You're right." you looked up at him. He held your face in his hands and pressed his lips to your forehead. He checked the watch he was wearing and looked back at you.

"Are you okay to drive?" he studied your face.

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm um much better now thank you."

"Okay good. It's 5:15, I don’t know where Justin lives but I don’t want you rushing okay?"

You nodded and admired at how he remembered everything. You felt as if you wanted to kiss him but you also didn't know. So, you settled on kissing his cheek. He blushed and you found it adorable. He made sure you were settled into your car and he watched you leave. He got in his car and ran his hand through his hair. You were so captivating to him and he wanted to spend every second spending time with you. He liked you so much. He couldn't understand why he felt like he was falling for you so hard. He drove home and went to his small office. He had to finish a manuscript that night. He worked hard for a few hours before showering. He let the water fall over him. It had been a while since he held someone the way he held you. He leaned his forehead against the cold tile. Was he really ready? He wanted a family, he knew this, but this was an instant family. He wasn’t sure if you wanted anymore kids and he didn't know Sam yet but he might want a kid of his own. He finished up his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He heard his phone go off. He walked into his room and picked it up from his bed. You had texted him and he was instantly smiling.

y/n: Thank you for lunch really. Your words meant a lot. I needed to hear some of them specifically.

H: Anytime. Would love to do it again sometime.

y/n: I think I owe you a dinner. Maybe next weekend, Friday night?

H: You don’t owe me a thing. Where would you want to do it?

y/n: My place, I'll cook.

H: Homecooked meal? I'm guessing I'm not in the waiting game?

He felt nervous after he sent that last message. You could say anything.

y/n: No waiting needed.

He did a little happy dance. A little too hard making his towel drop. He picked it up and answered you.

H: Same here. Can't wait to see you again.

y/n: Me too.

He got dressed and laid in bed. It was still early but he wanted to just hang out texting you.

H: You got home safely?

y/n: Yeah, you?

H: Yeah, already showered and finished some work.

y/n: Lucky, I’m trying to get this stinky boy to shower. *Picture of Sam cheesing at the camera*

H: He's a really cute kid. He looks like you.

y/n: Thank you, did I mention he knows about you? He's a nosey pants and bugged me until I spilled on who Harry was.

H: And who is Harry? 👀

He bit his lip anxiously waiting for your response.

y/n: Well we had just met so I said a friend.

H: You considered me a friend?

y/n: Yeah

H: What about now?

y/n: A closer friend?

H: Fair enough. It'll change eventually.

y/n: Oh will it?

H: Mhm. Sure will. 😌

y/n: You seem confident.

H: I am.

y/n: I'm blushing??

H: If it makes you feel better, so am I.

y/n: Lies.

H: I don't lie. Something you should know about me.

H: Well unless it's a gift or a surprise.

y/n: Okay😊

y/n: What kind of food do you like?

H: Anything, I'm not too picky.

y/n: Spanish food okay?

H: Delicious.

y/n: I also have a talent for cooking Japanese food if you prefer that? (Grew up surrounded by Japanese culture)

H: That's pretty interesting. Since we just had Banzai, I'll say Spanish food is good for me next week.

y/n: Sounds good :) I'll text you later, mom duty calls.

H: Good luck!

He got up and decided to make himself a tea and watch tv. They were playing reruns of the office. He would never say it aloud but he preferred the American version. It expanded more on the characters. It was the episode in which Kevin drops his chili. He laughs, careful not to spill tea on him. His phone rings but he doesn’t look who it is. He wishes he did.

"Hello?"

"Harry?" he instantly rolled his eyes at her voice.

"How can I help you Mary?"

"Harry, I miss you."

"I can't say I feel the same." he sighed.

"Harry, don’t be so cruel."

"Cruel? I found you in bed with my best mate when I came home early to surprise you."

"It was a mistake and it’s been a year can't you just forgive me already?" he heard her voice change. This would've made him weak a few months ago, but not anymore.

"Mary, I forgive you because I don't care anymore. But I can't get back together with you. I'm seeing someone else now." he smiled as he said it. Not out of malice but from happiness at the thought of you.

"Who?" she practically yelled into the phone. He rolled his eyes and just hung up. She didn’t deserve anymore of his time. His phone rang again and he looked before picking up. Luckily it was his mum so he answered much more nicely than he previously intended.

"Hi mum," he beamed.

"Hi sweetheart. Just wanted to check in on you. I know you're a big boy but living so far gets my heart worried."

"Mum don't worry, I'm doing really good. Mary just called me and she couldn't even ruin my mood."

"Ugh Mary," she says with her voice full of disgust, "Forget her. How's work and the new place?"

"It's good. I like the town. The people are nice. Work is work. It's the same here as it was in England."

"Any new friends?"

"Um, well yeah actually. A woman, her name is y/n. We actually went on a date earlier. We talk pretty often and sometimes all night. I like her."

"A woman? Wow, so you'd say you're moving on?"

"Mum I've been over her the month after we broke up."

"And how old is this y/n? You know I'm going to want to protect you even more now."

"She's 30, um a widow and she has a son."

"What? Harry are you sure about this?" her voice changed to a much softer tone.

"Yeah I'm sure. She's so different. We have the easiest conversations. I feel like we're good together."

"Harry remember you fall a little too hard for people."

"I know mum, I know what I'm doing this time around."

"Okay. Well tell me more."

He spoke to his mum for another hour about you, his house, and when she was coming to visit. After he hung up the phone it was already around 8:30. He hoped that you would text him soon. He missed you already. Soon enough about a half hour later his phone dinged and he saw a message from you.

y/n: Hey :)

H: Hey, how'd it go?

y/n: It was good. Just had to review his homework and then we ate and I needed to help him with his hair. He's very tender headed so I have to brush with lots of calmness and patience.

H: It's hard to have curls. I don't remember why I want to grow it out again.

y/n: What's the longest you've ever had it?

H: Up to my collarbones

y/n: Wow, I can't imagine that.

H: *Picture of him with long hair*

y/n: You look handsome both ways

H: Thank you

y/n: Yeah no problem. Do you want to ft soon?

H: Yeah sure.

Harry waited for your response or facetime call. But it never came. He became pretty bummed over this. Feeling a little stood up. He fell asleep around midnight but was awaken by a vibration and bright phone screen.

y/n: Hey sorry I don’t know what happened to me I just fell asleep out of nowhere. I hope you get a goodnights rest.

He read the message and smiled before going back to sleep. Dreaming of a sleepy y/n.

Few days later…

You and Harry were talking almost every second of the day. If you weren’t it was because you were both working. It was less than one week before your next date and you were excited to cook for him. You and Sam were on your way to the grocery store. You really needed to restock your pantry. The weather was getting a little colder, just a little more wind. You parked and walked into the store with your son beside you. You allowed him to make his own list so you knew what he would actually like instead of guessing. Sam gave you his list and walked beside you throughout the store.

“Mami, can you make pumpkin pie? You make the best kind.” He looked up at you with bright eyes.

“Yes mi amor, I’ll do that for you.” You squeezed his chin lightly.

You two continued walking in the store and crossed things off both your lists, Sam occasionally asking you if he could try a new specific snack. You got your ingredients to make pumpkin pie and got everything else you needed. You two approached the cashier and you let Sam put everything on the conveyer belt. It was his favorite part of the whole trip. He did this while you bagged. After grocery shopping you went home so certain items wouldn’t spoil. Because of the colder weather you decided to make your pumpkin pie and rent a movie. You settled on Secret Life of Pets 2 and cuddled together while your pie baked. Once the alarm went off indicating it was done, you put it on a cooling rack and decided to order some Chinese food. You got one large container of Lo Mein for you two to share. You both laughed at the movie and cuddled. You savored every moment in which he let you cuddle him. You knew in a few years it might end. You felt your phone vibrate and you checked it. It was just an email. You checked your messages and saw yours never delivered. He did say he was going to work today so maybe his phone was off. You finished your night eating some pumpkin pie with Sam.

“Did dad like pumpkin pie?” he asked before stuffing his face.

“He did, he liked mine the most though because I never made it too sweet or anything.” You smiled.

“Do you think if I like your friend dad will get mad at me?” he says looking down.

“Samuel… your dad would never be mad at you for becoming friends with someone. Just because you may open your heart to someone new doesn’t mean you close your heart to someone else,” you kissed his head and thought of Harry as you paraphrased his words. Sam nodded at what you said, “and your dad had a big heart. I think he would want you to have one too.”

“He did?” he looked up at you with the same eyes of his father.

“Oh yeah, that’s why he went off to protect people he didn’t even know. Because his heart was so big.” You ran your fingers through his hair as he leaned against your chest.

“Do you have more pictures of him?”

“Oh yeah so many, do you want to see us really young?” he nodded and cleaned his hands. You went to your room and got the polaroid album from when you were in college and he was just starting off in the service. You put it on his lap and he opened it carefully. At a young age you taught him pictures were to be handled with care and to not be drawn on or ripped.

“Dad’s hair looks different than all the other pictures,” he observes.

“Yeah he had to have it cut low during that time,” you put your arm around him.

“Ooh,” he says as he sees a picture of you and Michael at your commencement ball, “Mami you look so pretty here,” he looks up at you with bright eyes.

“Thank you, pumpkin.” you held back tears as the nickname Michael had for you slipped out of your mouth.

“Michael and Y/n 4 e.v.a?” you chuckled at the way he read it.

“It’s supposed to mean forever,” you explained, “and it was.” You kissed his head.

“Oh okay,” he continued flipping through your album, “I think I’m done for the night. I don’t want to get too sad.” You nodded and took the album as he passed it to you.

“You did a good job looking at it hon, you get braver and braver each day. I know for a fact daddy’s looking down at you so so proud!” you hugged him tightly. You felt him smile against you and place a kiss on your cheek.

“So when can I meet Harry?” you were a little thrown off by his question.

“Um, when I think it’s the right time. I think that maybe I should know him for a bit first.” You explained.

“Yeah but like it’d be so cool to have another guy around,” he smiled at you.

“Yeah? And what would you guys even talk about?”

“I’d show him all my G.I. Joe’s and my favorite shows on Disney channel and my room and my rocks!” you smiled at him as he spoke.

“Okay, fair enough. We’re still waiting a bit before you meet him.”

With a sigh and deflated shoulders, he mumbled fine. You soon tucked him into bed and went to your own. You checked your phone and saw a text from Harry.

H: Hey, sorry we didn’t get to talk much. Hope you’re still up. (28 mins ago)

y/n: Hey, it’s okay.

H: Yay! You’re up! I’m sorry I was in meetings all day and received two new manuscripts. Both historical nonfictions. Send help.

y/n: Just so happen to like that genre.

H: Right… want to read?

y/n: Can I?

H: Why not? One’s on medieval England and the other is on the black death.

y/n: I’ll take black death.

H: Thank God

y/n: lol, won’t you still need to read it anyway?

H: I trust you could make corrections and I’ll just hand it in that way

y/n: Harry they’ll notice the different handwriting

H: Write in pencil and I’ll just copy it again in red pen. Or use sticky notes

y/n: I’m assuming you cheated a lot in school? 👀

H: Very rude. But yes I did. Just in history.

H: But I bet if you were my teacher, I’d pay attention 😉

y/n: Mr. Styles that is very inappropriate🙊

H: You dress so pretty I can’t help it😍

y/n: Thank you🥰

H: no problem beautiful 🤍

y/n: so uh, you know my “dating” past, what's yours?

H: nothing too long. Obviously some high school relationships, college flings, but the only one I would count as serious would be my last one. We were together for three years, we moved pretty quickly. She cheated on me with my best mate.

y/n: she's dumb to cheat on you.

H: Thank you😂

Y/n: Yeah of course. I’m sorry it happened. No one deserves that.

H: Yeah it was pretty bad honestly. Caught them in our bed 😬

Y/n: Yikes 🤭

H: I know

Y/n: at least you found out?

H: I guess yeah

Y/n: is this a reason why you moved out here?

H: yeah, I was also tired of London in general.

Y/n: I have a friend who says the same thing. She prefers living here. (Fellow teacher😊)

H: And here I thought I was your only English friend☹️

Y/n: how do you think I picked up your accent as English and not Australian or something?

H: I guess

Y/n: she’s from Yorkshire

H: Oh okay. I've been. It’s rural.

y/n: yeah that’s what she says.

H: Love, I'd love to stay and chat but I feel exhausted and I don't want to fall asleep on you.

y/n: it's okay! Get some rest handsome. Goodnight

H: Goodnight love, sweet dreams.

Friday…

You were cooking your white rice, beans, and salmon while hearing music. Harry texted you that he was on his way. Sam already had left with Lydia. You were wearing black jeans and a navy satin tank top when she picked him up. You had put on mascara and curled your hair while Sam napped after school. She looked you up and down before saying "you look nice". It shocked you if you were honest. You thought you'd be criticized and interrogated. You began making tostones when you heard the buzzing sound of your intercom. You buzzed him in, turned off your music, and you soon heard a knock. You opened the door and he was standing there with his arms behind his back.

"So you live across Joe's?" he looked at you with a confused look.

"Yeah.. Didn't really mention that the first time we met. Forgot to mention it afterwards." you peeked behind him.

"Well, I remembered you said you liked tulips and sunflowers so I got you both." he pushes a beautiful bouquet towards you. The yellow tulips blended in beautifully. "And wine" he shrugged. You smiled at him and brought him in for a hug. You leaned up and kissed his cheek before welcoming him into your apartment. He noticed the small pile of shoes by the door and that you weren't wearing any.

"Shoes off?"

"Yes please." you told him from your kitchen. You were putting your flowers in a vase. He noticed the picture of who he assumed was Michael at the entrance. He smiled sympathetically at it and walked into your kitchen.

"Smells good in here," he complimented and leaned against one of your counters. You were reaching for another wine glass for him. You only had one handy for yourself usually. He put his hand on your hip and got the wine glass.

"Thank you," you turn around. You two were fairly close before he realized and backed away.

"Want me to open up the wine and set the table?" he asked.

"Yes, please." he nodded and helped. You served yourselves and met him at the table. He walked up to you and pulled you into him before you two sat.

"Hey, thank you for all this." you wrapped your arms around his waist and put your head on his chest.

"Yeah of course," you answer as he kisses your forehead briefly before letting you go so you two could sit. All week you two had been flirting. Hard. You were assuming that maybe he wanted to kiss you tonight. Only because he had mentioned that he wanted to at Banzai but knew it was too soon. After that you told him that you thought you two had been talking for enough time. You both started eating and heard a low moan from Harry.

"This is really good," he said before sipping his wine.

"Thank you,"

"Who knew green plantains were so good?" he said as he ate a tostones. You chuckled lightly as you drank your wine. You spoke about your week and he remembered he brought the manuscript for you.

"Do you ever get tired of reading? Like is it less enjoyable now?" you asked. You leaned against your chair looking across the table at him.

"Somedays, it's like until a really good manuscript comes along that I begin enjoying it again."

"Is it rare?"

"A little bit yeah," he had finished everything. You got up and picked up his and your plate. "Oh, thank you."

"Yeah no problem, do you want dessert? I made another pie yesterday." you said as you loaded your dishwasher of your plates.

"Yeah sure, I'll try a piece." you served him a piece on a dessert plate.

"Whipped cream?"

"You guys put whipped cream on this?"

"Just a little bit,"

"I think I'll skip out on the whipped cream." he smiled at you.

"Okay," you laughed lightly.

You two ate your pies and sat in silence a bit after.

"You have a lovely place by the way," he looked around.

"Thank you, it's a bit small but it works for us right now." you smiled. He nodded and checked his watch. Did he have to be somewhere?

"Friends is on," he smiled.

"In person friends date?" you asked.

"I'm alright with that." he stood up and walked to your side of the table. He put his hand out for you to take and you did. He walked with you to your couch and you sat down right next to him. He put his arm around you as you set your tv up. Once you got the show on, you adjusted yourself and put your head on his chest. It was the episode with the w.e.n.u.s. Harry laughed at certain scenes and it made you happy. He was adorable. You lifted your head up and he looked over at you.

"What happened? Why'd you get off?" he was nearly pouting. You smiled at him and brushed a finger against his cheek.

"I rather watch you watch the show honestly," you said as you put your elbow up on the head of your couch tilting your body towards him. He faced you then and put his hand on your knee.

"Did you want to talk about something?" you shook your head no and briefly looked at his lips. You saw him do the same. You had butterflies in your stomach. You felt like a teenager all over again. So did Harry. He didn't want to do something that would mess everything up. You licked your lips as he looked at them. He leaned in slightly. You felt his breath against your wet lips. You wanted to rip off the bandage.

"Harry, just do it." he was nervous. He closed the gap between you and kissed you slowly. The butterflies in your stomach felt as if they exploded. His thumb simultaneously rubbed against your cheek as you kissed him back. You felt him kiss you deeper and you both moved your head to the opposite sides. You put your hands over his on your face. His lips were everything you imagined. Sweet, sexy, and they tasted like wine. He pulled away shortly and looked at you in the eye.

"Wow" was all you could say.

"I know," he smiled.

"Can we do that again?" you looked down at his lips.

"Mhm," he kissed you again and perhaps it was the liquid courage but you licked his lips asking for entrance. He let you in and you soon began exploring each other's mouths. You leaned a little more back against your couch and he leaned more on top of you.

"Are you sure this is okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," you kissed him again. He was addicting. It had been a long time since you felt affection in this way. He bit your lip lightly and you held back a moan. You put your hands on the back of his neck pushing him closer to you. He enjoyed this. It told him you were really enjoying this. He was slightly uncomfortable leaning over you from the side. He rather just lay on top of you but he wasn't going to ask you to do that. You felt his discomfort though so you pulled away. You looked at the way he was positioned.

"Are you comfortable?" You've made out over movie theater seats as a teenager before and that was not very comfortable. It was like what Harry was doing now.

"I'm fine love,"

"You look uncomfortable, I um I can sit on your lap if you want."

"I can’t ask you to do that,"

"It's fine," you pushed him back slightly and moved to sit on his lap. Your feet facing the end of the couch. You leaned in and kissed him again. This time you noticed he wasn’t nervous or hesitant anymore. His fingers tangled in your hair while the other laid on your thigh. You weren't sure where to put your hands so you settled them on his chest. You two continued making out like this for a while. You felt yourself becoming a little friskier though so you put your hand behind his neck as you leaned back towards your couch cushions. You pulled him on top of you and you heard a low groan. Harry was loving this. He loved the way you kissed and felt under him. He was trying so hard to not become hard by just your kisses. It was becoming difficult. You pulled away to catch your breath and he only moved down to kiss your neck. Holy shit you thought. Everything felt overwhelming, the good kind. It felt nice to be kissed again. He lifted his head back up again and studied your face. You lifted your hand up and brushed his cheek with your thumb. You offered a smile and he leaned down and kissed you slowly. These were lazier kisses now but you enjoyed them just as much. You both smiled a few times into the kisses. Holding back giggles every now and then at the weird and funny noises your lips would make against each other. At a certain point you both pulled away and just stared at each other’s faces.

"You're so beautiful," he said before kissing you lightly.

"You're so handsome." you answered back.

"I'm happy we met at Joe's," he said kissing down your cheek again towards your neck.

"Me too," you swallowed. You were already wet; this was just going to make the aching feeling in between your legs worse.

"Should I go? It’s late" he said in between open-mouthed kisses all over your neck.

"Funny you would think I'd want that," you said as you put a hand in his hair.

"So what do you want?" he looked up at you.

"To continue this," you said as you leaned in again. He kissed you back slowly but passionately. His tongue entering your mouth with ease. His lips were like honey. You wanted more but it was too soon.

"I'd like to continue this too," he pulled away.

"But you just stopped."

"Not what I meant." you two were looking each other in the eyes at this point.

"So, what do you mean?"

"I mean um.. I'd like to erm, continue dating you, and only you." he was so nervous you had to bite back a smile.

"Hm okay," you kissed him.

"Okay?" he looked down at you with furrowed brows.

"Mhm, me too. Would you want to be my boyfriend? Is that what you were trying to say?" You teased.

"Oh hush, yes. That’s what I was trying to say," his hand rubbed your sides.

"Then yes, I'd lo-," you coughed, "I'd like that, sorry" you coughed again. What the fuck was that? You almost said love? He was looking at you with knowing eyes but he didn't say a thing. Instead he turned your head towards him and kissed you slowly.

Part 3 is now up!

#harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #wanderinghands #wh

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rakkikuroba · 4 years

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Tw : swearing ? Long post.

I was high when I write this. Please don’t be offended, I’m gay, most of what I say is based on my feeling on those characters and probably some stereotypes of gay people. Also there is probably some grammatically mistakes. And some pretty shitty things I didn’t change because idc.

Also this was supposed to be how they are gay but it’s more of me yelling who is gay with no evidence. (Please don’t make me lose followers or get any hates)

Every gay character in BC

One. All the motherfucking elves. They all were attracted to Licht. But this fucker choose to fuck an human. And he died because of this. Ché Licht. Ché !

2. Lumière is bi. He would have fucked Secre and Licht but Licht choose his sister. What a bitch.

3. Noelle and Nozel tho. GAAYY. Your attraction for Nero is showing Noelle ! Nozel is gay, he wants to fuck Fuegoleon, don’t lie babe.

4. Jack, jack wants to fuck Yami, apparently he isn’t the only one (Dante).

5. Dorothy. Lesbian energyyyyy.

6. Sol. ._. Flashback of the bath scene. Hum... hehe boobs.

7. Lolopechka. Hell she’s bi. She touched Mimosa’s boobs with such confidence there is nothing straight there. Also Lolo, ask consent next time, it’s important.

8. Mereo. There is two reason why Mereo isn’t married, she scared the men and she fuck women.

9. Marx, gay.

10. The Zogratis. Dante is closeted, he tries to hide his gayness. But we know Dante. Fuck whoever you want.

11. Dazu and Bow, you saw the episode, that’s gay.

12. Finral. Biiiiiii.

13. Zora. Idk. I just think he’s nice. He drinks a lot of respect women’s juice.

14. Most of the witches. I mean most of them never saw a man...

15. All the knight in the Blue Rose. Idc about the one saying she has a boyfriend, it isn’t in the manga. Fuck off.

16. Acier. She got married at 18~19. But she has strong bi energy. Also it probably was an arranged marriage so. Gay feeling. Here. But she dead so ?

17. Alecdora. That was some crush on William here. Hehe.

18. Letoile, big lesbian energy here.

19. Undyne, on one way i want to see her as Lolopechka foster mom and in the other way, she has a crush on her. Anyway, lesbian.

20. Kirisch. Gay. Move on.

21. Julius. Pansexual, you have a strong magic ? Lets fuck. Lets kiss.

22. Luck and Magna. This one is for @crazycookiemaniac ! Gaysss. With 3 s.

23. Yami. Our man is a man of acceptance (i feel like im lying here...)

23. Charmy gives me asexual vibes. You know ? Why having sex when we can just eat in bed ?

24. Leopold. He was raised by the best with acceptance. Bisexual as fuck (is there anyone in this house who’s straight ?)

25. I actually really like the headcanons that Vanica is trans. Idk. That would be cool. Also she’s pan.

26. Zenon. Nonbinary Zenon nonbanary zenon 🥺 anyway, aro. This man doesn’t care.

27. For the ace bird we have... Nero ! And for the ace loving bird... William !

28. Nils from the Silver Eagle. Gay. Im sorry but with this haircut, he can only be gay.

29. Paplo Espuma. You don’t remember him ? You’re not a real fan, don’t @ me. Also gay. (I feel like im going to get a lot of hate because im just screaming every gay character without making sense so imma blame it on my gaydar)

30. Dorothy, lesbian. Also she’s pink and cute.

31. Gordon family’s dog.

32. Yuno is ace or aro. This man doesn’t look at girls or boys. He has businnes to attempt.

33. I feel like every single man in the Crimson Lion are gay.

34. Theresa was obviously a lesbian before she started loving god or whatever i don’t understand politics.

35. Neige, soft boy, soft gay.

36. Salamander is gay tho. I can feel it. It’s much happier now with Fuegoleon titties.

37. Fragil Tormenta is cute as f. Probably gonna put her in the lesbian cases so I can have it.

38. Rades and Valtos are in a relationship don’t @ me.

39. Kabwe was gay and I just want to imagine him and Damnatio fucking.

40. Damnotio probably like bi closeted something.

41. Patri really has the worst profile pic. Who cares ?

42. Mariella is a lesbian. It’s in her vibes, you know, being adopted by a weird couple is a lesbian thing right ?

43. Potrof has soft gay vibes and he should be proud of it !

44. Sarado is cute, idk everytime Tabata gives us black-short haired girl they’re lesbians so...

45. Charlotte. Bi. Charlotte, dear, forgets the men, they’re only society’s construction. They don’t really exist.

The end.

#do I have to tag every character i named ?#black clover #black clover is gay #fuegoleon vermillion

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parismemes · 5 years

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SENTENCE STARTERS FROM THE BEST OF SMPLIVE (PART 4)

“never have i ever turned down an opportunity to suck the shit out of a dick.” “if you give me 30 bucks i’ll kick his ass.” “what if we make a giant teepee?” “lemme just enjoy my din-din.” “would you like a cronchy bite of our salad?” “we’re very against cults, and we’re not a cover-up scheme.” “i wasn’t scared, dude. i was kind of excited to kick your ass.” “you spelled receptionist with an s instead of a c.” “what’s the president that died super fast?” “dang, you’re on the president’s first-name basis? that’s crazy.” “god, your bowlcut sucks! get a better haircut!” “i’m gonna cook your child!” “i’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.” “i feel like this calls for like a speech or something.” “yo, the cops are after me. in real life.” “do i have friends? yeah, like three. i’m popular.” “once nature’s in 1080p, then we’ll talk.” “i’ve never seen anything that gross in my entire life.” “the value only goes up, i’ll tell ‘ya that much.” “who is this clown on my property?” “tell me how a stonecutter works! you know what, actually, i’m gonna go shit.” “i was pulling up patriotic music!” “how quickly do you shit?” “did you know roughly 6 percent of people?” “CLEARLY you don’t understand what makes entertainment.” “i am attempting to enjoy myself, but apparently that is the antithesis of all your values.” “don’t be disrespectful, i’m a dad.” “i would very much appreciate it if you just left forever.” “i just wanted to play minecraft.” “I GOT PAID FOR THIS, YOU CAN’T STOP IT!” “oh, i KNOW him, he’s very not smart.” “what are you, a rabbit?” “what are you doing in my nicely furnished basement?” “my name’s, uh.. my name’s-- oh shit.” “what part of destruction of property is funny to you?” “my friend can kill a wolf with a mop.” “i don’t think i would let you near wolves after what you did to my TV.” “you curse a lot for a little kid, buddy.” “why do we always go to these dark, dark places?” “if you’re gonna stop destroying my property, i think you’ll be welcome here.” “wait, you have a podcast?” “i just wanna see his brain waves.” “so you’re saying i’m dead for 5 minutes and then i come back to life?” “did you guys know i know how to do the rap god in eminem?” “it’s like a nervous system!” “that’s garfield.” “i’m doing this voice so i sound intimidating. i’m not from the south at all.” “why am i getting killed now?” “they lit a fucking horse on fire.” “THE HOUNDS CAME THROUGH!” “i wanna hide but i dunno where to go.” “i’m gonna buy a new house with 200 dollars.” “4+6=468. you get it.” “you guys are troglodytes!” “can i milk a cow first, please?” “i feel like i’m just being led to my death. i don’t wanna die.” “imagine cheating in minecraft!” “once i eat this carrot in 5 years, i will be so pissed, dude!” “what kinda mouse and keyboard i got? game of thrones!” “you got your clown nose on? you got your clown shoes?” “pop open a nice can of this BUSSY.” “please don’t fucking call me door boy.” “if i met you in person i would not kill you.” “eat pant.” “fuck you. fuck you. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU!” “i’m kissing your dad! he’s mine now! i’m your mom!” “i must submerge.” “i do have to kill one of you two.” “can we have a funnier meme than this, dude?” “the sun rises, hot dog lady!” “just stop getting your ass beat.” “this is the most expensive bullying i’ve ever seen in my life.” “i am not against fisting you to death.” “every time someone yells at me i say XBOX OFF!” “it’s illegal, not banned. wink wink.” “i gave you 10 dollars earlier! stop!” “we have to hold hands through this experience.” “let’s frolick through this forest and find us a fucking panda.” “i may spill some of my tea for the low low price of 200 dollars.” “i want to ask him to duel.”

#rp memes #ask memes #rp meme #ask meme #rp prompts #sentence starters

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ekkorn · 5 years

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hi there, just saw in the tags that you didn‘t like endgame. would you like to expand on that? i am curious to know other people‘s perspective. personally, i liked it. it has flaws, yes, but to me it was enjoyable. if you don‘t feel like answering, that is fine :) have a great day!

oh wow. you really wanna know? okay, but on your own head be it. :o

i’m just joking, i’ll go easy, or at least give you the digest (a vicious lie) version. if you want to see the full extent of my derision and vitriol, you can go to @lowkeysebastianstan, which is the blog where i’ve tried to limit this too. but to give you the not at all short and not so sweet of it, here goes. (endgame spoilers obviously).

the first thing that really set me off was the ending, more precisely, what steve did. it made absolutely no sense whatsoever, and hit me closer to home than most of my followers here since bucky and steve are my fave characters, and the only ship i really have. now, i never thought stucky would become canon, not even a little, i didn’t even hope for it. sure, the representation would’ve been awesome, but there’s no way marvel could’ve done it justice, so it was just as well it was never gonna happen. what i hadn’t prepared for was to what extreme extent they were terrified of the ship and the effect it would have if they were to let it be even a hint that could be interpreted as some emotional connection between them, for 3 films they’re built bucky up as the most important character in steve’s life, he’s risked his own life to save him, he basically eradicated hydra during wwii fueled by grief for him, he was prepared to die for him in tws, he fought his friends and gave up everything for him in cacw, and then he just? leaves? to be with a woman who died of old age and natural causes after a long fulfilling life with another man and family of her own. who specifically told him to fucking move on in tws? yeah, sure. and do not get me wrong, i adore sam wilson, after bucky, and the real steve rogers, he is by far my fave in the cap verse (saving a few spots for my bp and cm peeps in the mcu, but we’ll get to them), and he is the superior choice to pick up the mantle, no doubt about it. (okay, a little doubt, they teased sebastian with that shield for 8 years, they based bucky on the brubaker storyline where he becomes cap, and so i do feel a little torn bc no matter how happy he must be for his friend, and him and mackie are good friends, he must be a little disappointed? but who knows, maybe they’ll do something with that in the series, which would be stupid af bc that would negate the positive leap in representation, and mackie deserves it too, so who the fuck knows, i’ll probably not be around to keep track anyways, and can you tell im rambling), but for steve’s last words to be to sam? while bucky stands and watch in the background? like??? i could go on in (more excruciating) detail, but that was why i linked the blog, there might be a point or two about this on there.

but that was just the start. all through the movie i felt disconnected and uneasy, they made some really weird choices, but i don’t think it was until nat took the plunge that i knew i had an absolute dud on my hands.

the mcu has done a lot of things right, but their treatment of women is NOT one of them. and oh boy did they go out with a bang. first is the obvious implication, he got to live bc he had “more to live for”, and she didn’t have a family, and ye gods we know she can’t have kids, so why should she live?

(see, if the bw movie wasn’t in the books, i’d completely get it, if it was to give scarjo her life back, and she wanted nat to be good and dead, sure. actually, when i first watched it, that’s what i thought tbh, that the bw movie was cancelled, so. but it’s not, so she will return. and since that the case it’s just fucked up that they yeeted her off the roster. and sure, some of the bw movie was always gonna be set in the past, but tbh? i don’t see much point in prequels for dead characters, you know that whatever happens won’t affect the outcome for the character at all, and i usually find them completely void of meaning. that might just be me though). and of course the fact that she died the same way gamora went didn’t help. (gamora’s death was maybe the single worst thing in aiw, she was fridged, not for the advancement of one man, but for two (thanos and quill) and it.just.shouldn’t.have.worked.thanos.cannot.love! again, mcu and women? not a good match.)

then of course, it comes back to steve and how much he doesn’t give a crap about the people close to him in the present, we never see him care or grieve for anyone but peggy, and he could barely spare two tears for nat before it was all business again. and the rest of the team? i think clint cared a little, and banner threw a chair, but that was it. no memorial, not burial, no nothing, it was like she never existed, and she died saving the world just as much as tony, he couldn’t have done jack shit without the soul stone.

and speaking of women, shuri and okoye? before the trailer dropped i was sure shuri was in this, that we’d get to see her lead in her brother’s stead. i actually did a short lament on this already, here.

carol was terribly underused, after all the oompf about her being there she was barely a blip. but the haircut was fantastic, and the best part of the movie was when she returned at the end.

then there’s nebula and gamora (again). at first i was actually quite pleased that they sort of found a loophole to bring gamora back, but then i thought about it (yes, sometimes i get seduced by the flashy colours too) and yeah. sure. a gamora is there, but she’s void of all the things that makes her interesting and all her development is just gone, everything “our” gamora achieved and experienced is gone, three films worth of arc is worthless. so what then is the point of getting “her” back? i don’t care about this person, i don’t know her. are we gonna see quill just harass her the next film, bc you know, she’s been with him, so why shouldn’t he expect her to just do that now? tbh i wouldn’t be surprised, but now that gunn is back maybe he can save it? not that i’ll be around to keep track though.

then nebula. nvm that time paradox, that’s a whole other fuckfest i’ll get back to, but we had to get to see her get killed too, didn’t we. by her sister, the only person in the world she loves. fucking fantastic, i cannot control my enthusiasm.

and no, cool as it was, the a-force surrounding parker is not enough to bring this home. it was a cool sight though. (see? i can see the good.)

then of course it’s peggy. a woman he knew for a few months back during the war. (sure they knew each other longer, but i’d say, even if you’re very generous, they can’t have spent more than a couple of months in each other’s company, and they kissed once). who they stripped of all character development and autonomy so that steve could go back and get his “damce”. everything she achieved, every good thing that happened to her, her husband, her family, her advancement in shield, all gone. bc steve must have his happy ending, no matter that she told him to move the fuck on in tws, who cares.

and then there’s sharon. yeah, they forgot about her, didn’t they. i mean, i was never really on board with that, the whole aunt/niece thing was a bit too weird for me, and this was way before i shipped stucky, but that doesn’t matter. bc they did that, they had them kiss within days after peggy’s death (oooh, look how he cared for peggy), making it clear that this was the beginning of something. (also marvel and several of the actors treated emily like crap, oh yeah, i remember, doesn’t help either.)

(gods i said this would be short, didn’t i? imagine if i could’ve spent all the words i’ve spent ranting about endgame on my latest chapter? good grief.)

then there’s their so called lgbt representation. 30 seconds of a character that had a total of 60 sconds of screentime in tws lamenting his dead lover? well. i. they wanted credit for that. i just.

then there’s thor. they negated every ounce of development he had in ragnarok, this also goes for aiw, wasn’t happy about that, and made him completely ooc, he just spends his time drinking ab\nd playing fortnite of all things? bold of them to assume that will still be a thing in 5 years, but also? thor? THOR? neglecting his people? his friends? the world? thor? then they of course made him fat, haha, so they could add fat-shaming to the list while they make light and fun of his drinking problems, his grief and his ptsd. awesome. the funniest.

then there’s clint. that they just randomly made a killer? just, like a straight up murderer? okay then. and still nat deserved to die. excellent.

then there’s banner. okay, i don’t think they fucked him up as bad as the others, but it’s still strange he would risk his intelligence to become hulk full time, but you do you.

rocket and rhodey were the best things about this damn disaster, just putting it out there.

then there’s tony. i mean, we knew he was the main protagonist, and im not objecting that, (even if i think it’s really strange he’d be born in 1970) but idk. that was strange’s plan? all that for that? and pepper just went, eh what the hell, just die, i can raise this kid you wanted. (i know, i know, she’s her mom, she cares), but it was just so flat. and idk. i mean, rdj wanted his life back, just as evans, but i’d want to see that switched, that tony get to retire and steve sacrifice himself to save the world. tony could still be the deciding factor in strange’s plan even if steve delivered the coup de grace. at least he cared enough to show an emotion™when peter came back, which was more than steve bothered with. jfc they fucked up steve.

then there’s the time travel. okay, a few things about the 2012 thing. they put him in the elevator, and then, instead of having him just kick the crap out of the agents, they reference hydra!cap? the biggest shitstorm in the comics in the last two decades? like what the actual fuck? then of course there’s the americas ass thing, which, again, that’s steve, cares about his ass but not his friends! (but at least 2012 steve cares about bucky, maybe he’ll save him a couple of years early, back to the future steve will just live out his life knowing bucky is getting tortured somewhere in siberia, good times.) oh! and i guess they have their loophole to get loki back too, great, they’ll probably just forget that he’s not in the main timeline, bc who cares.

and the fun just keeps coming with the time travel. oh they tried with some crap explanation that no one can make sense of, but here’s the kicker. they can’t either, they don’t even want to try, they don’t even agree with each other.

+ +

how did they know to meet up in wakanda or wherever, the dustees? did strange send a memo? not just the ppl in the soul realm or wherever they were, but all the others too, like valkyrie and hope. time and place just magically popped into their heads? and what happened when they all came back? or some came back, bc obviously a shit ton of ppl died at the dusting, like the pilot of a 747 gone? plane goes down and such, ppl really dead. and where do they reappear? where they disappeared? aka those passengers that got dusted comes back mid flight? fun! and what about the ones that moved on in their absence? what happens to the ones that come back when their wives and husbands are remarried, when there’s no place for them in their old lives. did all of peter’s classmates get dusted, or did the rest of the class graduate without him, i must assume that all of those in s:ffh did, otherwise some would be in college by now, yeah?

and that’s another reason their watertight time travel is leaky af, there’s no way to get the logistics to work. the only option as such would have been to go back to 2018 and fix it, to reset time, bc otherwise there are just too many holes, it’s just not possible. but they can’t do that bc then they’ll undo all the things that happen in the future that the characters don’t want to lose, like tony’s kid.

oh, i know, it’s a superhero movie, but im strange like that, i expect a modicum of internal logic in all my movies, the bitch that i am.

okay, im gonna leave it there, ive run out of steam, and i want to gif a set. there’s a few things more, but i think you’ve gotten the gist, that i’m not a fan of this movie and a short (lol, so sorry, nothing is ever digest with me, i should’ve warned you) list of reasons why. honestly this is the first time i’ve really don’t a more general account, ive pretty much stuck to steve and that crapshute, there’s a lot of other blogs that concentrate on the other characters, i’d list a few, but i don’t have it in me rn, pop me a msg if you’re interested, also if you’re interested in some real meta, this rambling rant isn’t something that people should be exposed to honestly.

avengers: endgame was a shit movie and no amount of “he’s worthy” and “avengers assemble” is going to fix that, BUT if you enjoyed it, i don’t think less of you, obviously everyone is different, and i envy the hell out of you, i sorely wish i could’ve liked it too. the russos directed what is by far the best movie in the mcu imo, tws, and they had us all fooled, even if we probably should’ve seen it coming after iron man 4: civil war.

hope you’re having a spectacular day, sorry you had to read this if you did, and and thank you for making mine better, i really had a rant in me needing out. (you’d think i’d run out of hate for this by now, but nah.)

thank you for the ask :)

#whyisitsohardtogetoutofbed #ask #answered #anti endgame #i am sorry #i know it's awfully negative #but you asked #obviously you couldn't have been prepared for this though #so i am i bit sorry #lisa's crap #oh look a new tag #i refuse to keep tagging for spoilers #if you've still not seen it idk what to tell you #also the read more should be enough

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m00nslippers · 5 years

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All of our questions were answered in RHATO #31! OR WERE THEY? (They weren’t, like at all.)

When we left off in #30, Jason was confronting the guy who claims to be Willis Todd in the basement of an abandoned creepy prison made over into some kind of drug distribution center/android factory/still a prison. That’s pretty much right where they pick up. Oh and also the cover says:

They really don’t, though. One guy dies. One. This cover was an outright lie. There are ZERO zombies in this issue! WHY WOULD YOU LIE TO ME LIKE THIS DC?

There’s a flashback of ‘Willis’ looking back on how Rebirth has gone so far and saying some pretty poignant stuff about how Gotham hasn’t treated Jason the way he deserves. I’m not going to lie, I’m really into the Jason as the promised son/savior allegories. The Damned Prince of Gotham is an iconic epithet.

THIS is where we left off, and we learn Willis is calling himself Solitary and starts calling Jason ‘son’ but Jay isn’t having it.

Jason, you’re like two or three years older than this kid. And you’ve been way worse than kidnapped when you were way younger. Seriously, it’s like he doesn’t even realize he’s traumatized.

ALSO, JayMig, you guys. He’s LEGAL. Ship ship ship ship ship....(it’s okay if you don’t get on my ship I’m just going to be weird over here in this corner...)

Solitary: You missed me! *crowbar wooshes past him* Jason: I ain’t missed nuthin’! *crowbar hits Bunker’s prison-vat* Solitary: Ulp! (no he literally said ulp! in one panel.) Jason: You’ve been bamboozled, SON!

Classic Jason Todd.

I guess Solitary can control perception? I thought he was literally just omnipresent like he was literally everywhere and nowhere. That’s what he said to Ma Gunn, his ‘mother’. But whatever. This is Lobdell, he forgets what he’s doing halfway through doing it and just starts doing something else entirely.

Bunker is Mexican, if you guys didn’t know. It actually makes some sense that he’s here. in Mexico. Also, canonically gay.

( Ship ship ship ship ship )

Technically I’m not sure they actually met in that comic. It was a crossover event in New 52, Roy and Starfire and the Teen Titans (including Bunker) fought zombies, or something while Tim and Jason were captured by the Joker and Jason actually got to show off a little by psyching out the Joker and shooting him while blindfolded and breaking him and Tim out of trouble after getting kidnapped (those two sure do get kidnapped a lot when they are together...)

Also, SUPER REFRESHING for a hero to run into the Red Hood and be all, “Hey man, let’s be friends!” instead of immediately belike “What!? The Red Hood? Yuck, you’re a bad guy! Imma fight you!”

Dog has been around for 2 issues and she’s already the most useful teammate Jason has ever had. Jason and Dog, besties forever!

You really didn’t though, Jay. We have no idea who this guy is, how he got your old costume, what he wants or why he’s here. All we know is he wants you to go back to Gotham.

WHY CAN’T YOU BE HONEST WITH US!? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?

They were fighting right before this panel, and the fight was pretty good too, they seem to be evenly matched in terms of fighting ability. Maybe Wingman was slightly better, but Jason had a Doggo on his side so it evened out.

Unrelated, but I actually like this artist and what they are doing, everything looks really clean, the action is very readable and the anatomy is excellent, I’m not a fan of Jason’s haircut but luckily we already know he gets his longer hair back in an issue or two, thank god.

Solitary comes out as Jason’s dad. Apparently when he was in prison he volunteered for some experiments on people’s minds to try to get out early. We saw a little of this foreshadowed like ten issues ago. The experiments were done with tech stolen from Lex Luthor, so he hired Artemis to go fuck them up for stealing it and using it on people. In the fight it messed Wilis up and combined his mind with a few other inmates into his body or something. So that’s what happened to him.

I think it’s trying to be implied that this prison Jason is at where Solitary is operating out of was literally the prison where it all happened, but there are a few problems with that, namely 1) they don’t send American prisoners to Mexican prisons, and 2) that prison had water around it in the panels where it showed it happening and this prison is in the middle of a dessert so who knows what’s going on here.

Okay, so a Gotham thug getting a batman tattoo after coming out of a fight with him without going to prison is the kind of thing a Gotham thug would totally brag about. “See this scar? I got it from Batman, yo! And then I got a bat tattoo to commemorate it!”

Guess what though, Willis/Solitary doesn’t have the tattoo. SOLITARY ISN’T HIS DAD. Maybe this guy thinks he’s Willis but he’s actually not, he just has his memories or perceptions or whatever. He was one of the minds combined into this dude. This explains why Jason walked right past him more than once, he wasn’t really his dad (although with ‘perception’ powers it wouldn't actually have mattered even if he was). Jason has so many shitty wannabe dads it’s crazy. Batman, Solitary, Joker, Ra’s, get in line, folks.

Jason straight up kills this guy, no flinching. I love how Jason is so matter of fact about everything in this issue, Solitary says he’s his dad, and Jason is just like, “Okay, no, and I can prove it.” No melodramatic gasps or anything.

It amazes me that people seem to think Jason is so overemotional and angry all the time, and can’t get anything done because he’s too busy being mad, when he does shit like this without making any kind of deal about it or shouting or anything. Jason gets angry and emotional about ONE THING, and that’s his ACTUAL FAMILY BEING SHITTY TO HIM. A.K.A batfam stuff. Pretty much whenever he’s actually mad, and acting crazy it’s justified, he’s in serious emotional distress. He’s not some super angry murder boy all the time! I mean, he does murder people...but not because he’s just angry, it’s always a calculated move.

A slight time skip (a week).

*cries* WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!?

I think Lobdell is as pissed off as we are that Roy was killed off in a stupid way for stupid drama. Because he’s been really selling us Jason being super sad and messed up about it and even tried to give him a good send off in the Annual. Like, I complain a lot about Lobdell, but at least I think he actually likes Jason and tries to do right by him in his stories, he’s just really scatterbrained about storylines sometimes. Like he needs someone to say, “Yeah, maybe not this, but this stuff is good.” That’s kind of the comics industry in general though, they don’t have anyone making sure characters act in character. They need someone vetoing some of the more stupid ideas, but they don’t seem to have any of that.

The New Outlaws! Red Hood, Bunker, Dog and Wingman.

Wingman is...some old guy. We see his face but it’s no one obvious. Clearly he has some connection to Jason. But he’s definitely not Roy, unless something REALLY weird is going on.

I still think there’s a good chance that he’s a future Jason from another dimension. But there’s also a chance that he’s Jason’s REAL FATHER since we know Solitary wasn’t. Hell, maybe he’s got the same powers Solitary had and it was him who went to see Ma Gunn before because she seemed pretty sure that guy was really Willis Todd, and he’s changing how he looks so Jay won’t know. We’ll see I guess.

And Bunker is just like, oh, you’re gonna go back to Gotham, fuck up Penguin and take all his stuff and start running a mob? I’m down. I don’t know his character (except that Lobdell created him and purposefully made him not angsty), I’m going to have to read some old Teen Titans, but I’m into it so far. He’s just super puppy-like, helpful, “I don’t know what’s happening but let’s be friends!” I can imagine Jason just blinking at him and being like, “Just...what even are you? Why are you so nice?! Why do you even like me!? Why are you even here!?” Miguel, all like, *shrug* “You saved my life and you’re hot?” Jason, “...well that’s a reason, I guess.”

YEEEEES. Tell me the old costume is making a come back! Also, Jason in a Trench Coat is the shit. He looks so sexy, you guys. I’m so ready for Mob Boss Jason. And Miguel is his gay right hand lover I mean man. YES.

( Ship ship ship ship ship )

Yeah, I’m getting so many “Wingman is from the future” vibes right now. He’s either Jason himself or someone he knows, but from the future/another dimension. Or maybe he can see the future.

Well, that was it. It was pretty good even if I was raising my eyebrows a few times at all the NOT explaining we were getting. I’m actually kind of excited for next issue though, you guys! Jason is going to mess up Penguin and take the Ice Burg Lounge, I’m so up for this!

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Trying to Remember How it Feels (To Have a Heartbeat) 3/7

Pairing: Dan/ Phil (Phan) Summary: Dan moves into a new apartment in London and, though it’s a step up from his old apartment, his landlord gives him strange warnings while he’s touring the place– something about the last renters leaving because of ghost sightings. But, Dan doesn’t believe in the supernatural. He quickly changes his tune when he meets Phil Lester, the ghost haunting his apartment. Well, if haunting means quickly becoming the best friend he’s ever had. (Title from Harry Styles’ song Two Ghosts) Notes: Part 3 of my Spooky Week Special! This fic is almost 100% already written and I plan on updating it every day until Halloween. Please note that, although this fic has the warning of major character death, it is not in any way graphic. Tags/ Warnings: ghost au, Halloween, major character death (obv. it’s a ghost au lol), depictions of panic attacks, angst, fluff, HAPPY ENDING, mentions of suicide (it happens in a movie they watch)

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Dan and Phil got even closer after their argument. They continued to play video games and watch movies and shows. Dan made YouTube videos and Phil helped with the whole process, itching to edit something again. They fell into a downright psychic rhythm. Phil cooked for Dan. Dan bought Phil things off Amazon, just to see Phil’s eyes shine with delight when Dan shoved Amazon boxes at him. Dan bought him video games, stuffed animals, DVDs, an iPad. Dan tried to convince Phil to make a Twitter account, just to interact with the world again. Phil couldn’t do it; it felt wrong, somehow. Like he was lying to people. His moral compass was much stronger than Dan’s.

Dan, meanwhile, became obsessed ghost research, wanting so much for Phil. Dan wanted to find out why Phil was stuck in one place, unable to float past the entryway of their flat. He wanted to find out why Phil was stuck as a ghost in this life, anyway. Wasn’t there some ‘great beyond’ that Phil was missing out on?

The problem with ‘ghost research’ was that there were so many crazy people out there who hadn’t even interacted with a single ghost, trying to convince the world that there were experts. There was a lot of information to sift through. A lot of suggestions to try that sounded ridiculous. Dan really couldn’t find much information about the questions that he really had, so he had to resort to testing out things that were interesting, but largely unimportant.

The first ‘fact’ that the two boys decided to test out, was whether or not Phil could change his appearance. They were sitting on the couch; Phil was playing online Mario Kart on the switch (“What happened to lying to people?” “Mario Kart doesn’t count, Dan! Who cares if you’re playing against a ghost?”) Dan was on his macbook, reading a dodgy-looking page called “The Laws of the Poltergeist,” when one of the supposed ‘laws’ peaked his interest. Ghosts are in complete control of their physical manifestation. Most simply choose to continue to look like what they did when they died.

“Phil?” Dan lowered the screen of his laptop, watching Phil’s mii drive around on the Rainbow Road map.

Distracted, Phil yelped when a red shell hit his car in a direct hit. “Huh? What?” He was in fourth place now.

“Have you ever tried to look different?”

“How do you mean?” Phil jerked his head and shoulders, almost as if he was trying to turn his car faster with the help of his body.

“I mean, this site says that ghosts can look like whatever they want to look like. You could look like Sarah Michelle Gellar if you wanted to!” Phil’s character raced toward the finish line, crossing it and locking in fifth place. Phil groaned.

“Oh, um. That would be weird! You couldn’t get me to stop looking in the mirror if I looked like Sarah Michelle Gellar.”

“You get my point, though. Have you ever tried?”

Phil put down the controller on the couch next to him, gripping his own chin and looking thoughtful. “Ah, no, I guess I haven’t. I never considered trying to look different. I don’t even know where I’d start.” Dan looked down at the same blue shirt and sweatpants that Phil was wearing the day they met. The outfit still confused Dan; in his old videos, Phil usually wore dark jeans and nerdy t-shirts.

“You could start small? Try changing your shirt? I mean, you’ve been wearing nothing but pjs this whole time, how rude.”

Phil smiled, looking down at his worn outfit. “Oh, hmm. I have no idea what I would change it to.”

“Do you want some inspiration?” Dan clicked away on his keyboard, pulling up the Topman site and picking a red flannel shirt. He spun the laptop toward Phil, showing him the shirt. “Try that?” Phil stared at the image, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration.

“I don’t even know what I’m focusing my energy on,” Phil mumbled. Minutes of silence went by and Dan was starting to think that this ‘poltergeist fact’ was crap. Suddenly, he watched with wide eyes as Phil’s blue shirt slowly morphed colors. It turned purple, first. Then red.

“Phil! You’re doing it!”

The ghost looked down and saw the red t-shirt. “Hey, wow! Look at that! I mean, it’s not long-sleeved or plaid, but it’s definitely not blue anymore! Do I suit it?” Phil twisted his torso around, proudly showing off the color. Dan looked at Phil in the new shirt, smiling. Dan hadn’t seen the ghost in anything but blue and the sudden change brought out all the wonderful things about Phil’s appearance. His blue eyes and clear, pale skin seemed to glow brighter.

“It looks good, Phil! Damn!” Dan tried to hide the truth of his comments in overexaggerated banter, but Phil still blushed in response.

“I’ll work on that one. I think with a bit of practice, I could make it so I can change my clothes every day. Like I’m dressing myself again! What was that website you used?”

Dan showed Phil the Topman website and asked his followers to send him some outfit suggestions, ‘for a friend just getting into the world of fashion.’ Dan’s heart glowed with the realization that, slowly, Dan was giving Phil little bits of his humanity back.

Phil practiced his new found power obsessively. Dan often found Phil in front of a mirror, staring hard at his face with a familiar look of concentration. Often, Dan’s computer would be next to him, propped up on the bathroom sink. Phil quickly gained the ability to easily change his clothes and he loved it. He wore flannel, nerdy tees, button-ups with zany patterns. He tried every suggestion that Dan’s twitter followers sent in, including some utterly ridiculous ones like camouflage dungarees and a shirt with obnoxious tassels. Dan liked when Phil insisted on Dan watching him ‘try on’ outfits. Phil would ask Dan’s opinion and spin around, walking across the lounge like he was on a catwalk. Dan would watch him fondly, showering him with compliments and slowly realizing that he was falling every so slightly in love with a ghost.

Sooner or later, Phil discovered that he could also change his hair. After one memorable afternoon with bright teal hair, Phil stuck to simply changing the length. He wasn’t as experimental with his hair as he was with his clothes. When Dan had asked why, Phil had just replied that, although his haircut was a little out of style, he couldn’t help but feel that he wouldn’t be him without the emo fringe. Dan couldn’t disagree. Phil decided to shorten his hair a little bit, trying the shaved sides look that everyone had in the year 2017. Phil came out of the bathroom one morning after making this particular change and Dan’s mouth actually dropped open. “What, does it not look good? I swear I tried. Maybe I should just stick with the long, emo fringe.”

“No, no, it looks really good. You look older! Like how 30 year-old Phil might look.” Dan stared at his friend, openly gawking. Phil looked really attractive. Dan wondered what their life would be like if things had gone differently. If Dan and Phil had met when they both had heartbeats. He reached out to Phil, wanting to touch his new hair. Phil jerked back, but didn’t do so in time and they made skin-to-ghostly-skin contact.

Dan called out, pain searing through his fingers. They felt like he had stuck them in the snow for hours. “Fuck, oh, ow!” He breathed on his hand, frantically trying to warm his digits.

“Crap, sorry!” Without thinking, Phil stuck out his hands as if to grab Dan’s, but Dan jerked them away just in time.

“No! That’s not gonna help, you idiot.” Warmth started to return to Dan’s hand and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Yeah.” Phil’s voice broke and Dan looked up from his hands, alarmed. He watched a tear escape the corner of Phil’s eye. “I was always a touchy person. I cuddled every person that ever showed me an ounce of affection. Out of all the things that I can’t do anymore, not being able to touch people is the worst.” Dan watched in horror as the tears came faster and spilled down Phil’s cheeks. The ghost wiped them away roughly.

“Oh, Phil.” Dan didn’t know what to say-- or do, for that matter. How could he comfort someone he couldn’t touch?

“Sorry for getting emotional. Your hand made mine feel so… warm. I forgot what that felt like.” Phil looked at his hand in wonder. Dan distracted Phil with another outfit suggestion and they didn’t talk about the occurrence.

***

After a week of practice, Phil found that he could also morph his face and body. This really made him nervous. He couldn’t shift his appearance drastically (“Dan, the Sarah Michelle Geller dream will have to remain a dream”), but he could age himself up or down. It was like his body knew what to do; Phil just had to think about doing it. Phil didn’t really want to age himself at first, but he slowly grew used to the squarer jaw and the new wrinkles around his eyes that appeared when he concentrated on his true age. He found that he liked being taller, even though he was always still shorter than Dan. He also enjoyed occasionally scaring Dan by appearing seven years old and asking him to “come play with me!”

Dan continued on his quest for ghost facts, but ones that proved to be true weren’t really forthcoming. The two boys tried new experiments with electricity, but gave up after Phil blew out one too many lightbulbs. Phil tried to ‘possess’ objects, but that one was just a complete failure that ended in Phil running into Dan’s wardrobe and knocking a pile of books off the top (“Who puts books on a wardrobe?” “Who tries to possess a wardrobe?”) Phil was too nervous about trying to possess a person. It seemed risky. Dan on the other hand, bothered Phil about it on a regular basis.

One morning in September, Dan was eating a bowl of Crunchy Nut at the dining room table when the subject came up again. “I’m just saying, Phil, if you possess me, you might be able to leave the apartment! Can you imagine that? You could see London! We could fly out to Japan.”

Phil snorted. “You’re way too eager for me to possess you. Is it a secret kink?”

Dan choked on his cereal, swallowing milk down his windpipe. He coughed. “Phil!”

“I’m just saying.” Dan cleared his throat. Phil always acted so innocent, then pulled these innuendoes from nowhere, completely throwing Dan off.

After recovering, Dan spooned another mouthful of cereal past his lips. “Hmm… secret kink, eh? I mean, it is the ultimate loss of control. Enter me, dad!”

Phil grinned. Banter between them was like a perpetual tennis match; they were always on the same wavelength, playing off each other’s sense of humor perfectly. Dan often wondered what making a video with Phil would be like. Their chemistry would probably be viral. “I’ll never get used to everyone ironically saying dad in 2017. How does it even make sense?” They sat in companionable silence until Dan was finished with his cereal. He got up and rinsed out the bowl, running a hand through his curly hair, trying to determine if a shower would be necessary. He sat on the kitchen counter.

“I am serious about trying out the possession thing, Phil. If there’s even a little bit of life I can give back to you, I want to.” Dan turned around, leaning against the sink and staring at Phil.

“Dan,” Phil warned quietly. “I’m dead. My life is over and that’s ok. You can’t stop living your life on account of me.”

“I haven’t stopped living my life!” Dan was annoyed. They constantly had this conversation ever since Dan became obsessed with his ghost research; Phil warned Dan not to get too close and lose out on his own life. Dan argued that he wasn’t doing anything different with his life. This is how it always had been; he had an internet job and not many friends. He was an introvert and slight agoraphobe. If anything, Phil had made his life better. “I’m allowed to do what I want with it. I’m allowed to decide that I want to help my ghost friend have a little fun. Why is it any different to be friends with you than it is to be friends with another living person?”

“Because I can’t leave here. I can’t experience the world with you. I can’t make YouTube videos with you, we can’t get a dog together, I can’t steal your cereal, I can’t…” Phil’s words were lodged in his throat. “I can’t touch you, hug you, cuddle you. I can hug everything else in this flat all I want, but not the one thing that I actually want to hug. That’s not friendship, Dan, that’s… where are you going?”

Partway through Phil’s frustrated rant, Dan pushed off the kitchen counter, wondering how they had been so stupid. Phil could hug everything else in this apartment, but Dan! Of course! “Hold on, gotta go get something! Sorry, Phil, this is important!”

“We’re having a serious conversation here, you can’t just run off!” Phil got up and followed Dan to his bedroom, watching with annoyed confusion as Dan rifled through his wardrobe, pulling out a pair of jeans, hoodie, beanie, and gloves. “Is this really the time to get dressed? Are you going outside?”

Dan spun around to face Phil, arms filled with clothes. His eyes were shining with excitement. “You can hug everything in this apartment except me. Phil Lester! You’re a genius!”

“I still don’t understand? What are you on about?”

“Put these clothes on and I think you’ll be able to hug me.” Dan thrust the clothes at Phil who looked at them with wide eyes.

Phil’s frustration fell away. “Could that work?!” Phil grabbed the clothing quickly and stabbed his legs through Dan’s jeans, his legs refusing to go fast enough. He scrabbled at the fabric, dropping the waistband in his excitement. “What am I doing? I’m a ghost!” Phil phased through the clothing, letting it settle on his body. It didn’t feel any different than normal, but he was used to having no sense of touch. Completely suited up, Phil paused and stared at Dan. “What do you think it’s gonna feel like?”

“I don’t know,” Dan whispered. “I just hope it works.”

“Be careful not to touch my face, ok? I don’t want to hurt you.” Dan nodded and Phil tentatively reached out with his gloved hand, touching Dan’s cheek. Phil closed his eyes and smiled. Even through the glove, he could feel Dan’s human warmth. He could feel something! Seven years of nothing, of numbness, and he could feel something. Phil’s eyes opened and he met Dan’s stare. “Does it hurt? Should we stop?”

“It doesn’t hurt. It just feels like I’ve dressed an ice sculpture and now it’s touching me.” Dan smiled and stepped closer to the clothed ghost, holding his arms out.

Phil couldn’t prepare himself for the feeling of stepping into Dan’s arms. He pressed every inch of himself up against Dan, feeling the warmth of him seep through the clothes that separated them. Phil could feel Dan’s heartbeat echoing in his own body. Phil suddenly remembered one time when he was small and he decided to play outside in the snow, without his snowsuit. He stayed out for way too long, the snow melting and seeping through his clothes. When his mum yelled for him to come inside, he was a shivering, wet mess. His mum made him take off all his clothes right in the living room and she wrapped him up in an electric heated blanket and placed him on the sofa. Hugging Dan felt a little bit like that. Except if that warmth had also been the feeling of life and happiness and laughter and home. Phil felt that he might burst from the emotions and sensations crawling across his skin and filling his empty body.

“God, Dan. I can’t even tell you what this feels like.” Dan smiled against Phil’s shoulder, shivering. He couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or the overwhelming wave of love that crashed over Dan. They parted and stared at each other. Dan’s hands gripped Phil’s back and Phil’s gloved hands lay on Dan’s shoulders. Dan wanted to tell Phil how he felt. How much he loved him. How much he wished for things to be different. But, he also didn’t want to interrupt this moment and, something in Phil’s blue-green eyes told Dan that Phil understood it all without it having to be said.

The ghost closed the space between the two boys once more, embracing Dan and getting as close as possible. “Thank you, Dan. Thank you for everything. Thank you.” Phil cried, repeating those two words until Dan couldn’t understand him through his sobs. Dan realized, with an intensity that he had never really experienced before, that he would do anything for Phil.

When they parted again and Dan rubbed his hands over his arms, trying to warm himself up again, he looked at Phil’s glowing face and said: “You are going to try to possess me.”

***

For days, Phil tried to convince Dan that they shouldn’t try possession. He came up with every possible excuse: it was dangerous, they couldn’t do any research before doing it, they didn’t know what would happen, Dan could get hurt or worse. Dan didn’t seem to care about his own well-being and Phil got more and more frustrated at Dan’s lack of self-preservation.

“You cannot tell me that you haven’t been itching to leave this apartment for the seven years that you’ve been trapped here!” Dan hadn’t been able to leave the argument alone; he couldn’t go five minutes without bringing it up. Phil groaned loudly. They were cuddling on the couch, both of them wrapped in many layers of Dan’s clothing. Phil’s layers allowed him to touch Dan and Dan’s layers kept him from feeling the life-sucking chill of Phil’s skin. They had been inseparable since discovering the clothing trick. They cuddled on the couch, cooked hip to hip, and hugged randomly and constantly.

Despite wanting to keep Dan safe, Phil couldn’t keep him at arm's-length; Phil was already addicted to the solid feel of the living boy. The whisper of life that he gave to Phil. And when Phil wasn’t touching Dan, he felt all the more sad, numb, and lifeless. This was the biggest reason why Phil didn’t want to possess Dan. What if he got addicted to Dan’s life? What if he didn’t want to go back to being a numb ghost? What if he went too far and something happened to Dan? Phil would never forgive himself. Phil had been keeping these details to himself, not wanting to frighten Dan.

“I am curious! Of course I want to get out of this bloody apartment that’s been my literal prison for years.” Phil said, frustrated.

“Then I don’t get it. Let’s do this thing.”

“I’m scared.” Phil gripped Dan closer to his chest, thankful that he couldn’t see the boy’s brown, pleading eyes. It was make rejecting him even harder.

Almost as if reading his mind, Dan pried himself out of Phil’s grip and slipped down onto the floor, staring at Phil. “I’m going to be fine. What’s the worst that can happen?” Dan smiled reassuringly, “I trust you completely.”

“You shouldn’t. I don’t trust myself.” Phil stared past Dan, looking at the wall beyond his shoulder.

“Phil?” Wanting further explanation, Dan reached out a gloved hand and lightly gripped Phil’s chin, silently asking for Phil’s full attention. Since there was nothing covering that piece of Phil’s body, the chill in Dan’s hand was harsher. He held back a wince.

Blue eyes met brown. Phil whispered: “You’re addicting. Your presence, your warmth, the life inside of you. I feel--” Phil paused. “I feel like if I got ahold of all of you, I may not want to let go. I may not be able to.”

Dan sat, stunned. Their gazes were locked for a little moment of infinite. Dan searched Phil’s eyes for what he was describing-- selfishness, addiction, a lack of control. Dan shook his head, only finding joy and kindness. He thought back to Phil’s videos on the internet; they showed a boy only interested in bringing joy into other people’s lives. He thought back on their very first interaction when Phil had calmed Dan down during a panic attack, caused by his very presence. A thousand little memories darted and danced through Dan’s brain, all reminding him that Phil was the best person that Dan had ever met. “No. I trust you.”

Phil let out a cry of frustration and disbelief. “I don’t get how you can have so much faith in me!” Dan let out a little surprised gasp as, suddenly, Dan was left with just a pile of his own clothes as Phil’s physical form ceased to exist. Dan could still feel the phantom touch in his cold fingers. He buried his head into his own clothing, wondering what smell Phil would have left behind in them if he was still living.

Phil didn’t re-manifest himself again that day. Dan knew he wasn’t that far away. He didn’t really understand what kind of form Phil took when he didn’t have a body-- Phil had try to explain it before, using several broken metaphors. But Dan really couldn’t understand, having never personally experienced it. From what he understood, without his physical body, Phil was more of a presence in the apartment, which meant that he was still watching Dan. He was just choosing not to interact.

Despite this, Dan didn’t stop talking to Phil all day. Mostly, he told the ghost boy how immature he was being. “You’re supposed to be my elder, Philip!” Dan called out to the kitchen as he stirred a pot of soup. “You can’t run from arguments.” Dan grumbled as he watched their abandoned episode of Rick and Morty. “My mum always said you’re not supposed to go to sleep angry.” Dan whispered as he crawled under his sheets and drifted into a fitful sleep.

“You’re never going to drop this.” Phil said the next morning, sitting on the right side of Dan’s bed, purposefully not wearing any of Dan’s clothes. Dan opened his eyes, waking at Phil’s words. He said them seriously and evenly. Dan rubbed his eyes, and pushed himself up into a sitting position, his blanket slipping down his bare chest.

“Um, no probably not.” Dan had enough sense to be a little sheepish. He had always been stubborn. “I just want to give this to you. Let me give this to you.”

Phil stared at his fingers, wishing he had some inanimate object to spin. “But why?”

Dan’s stomach dropped; he wasn’t anticipating the question, even though it was a very valid one to ask. Dan had only known Phil for a couple months. Not quite a half year. And yet, here he was, offering the ghost his body. And, if things went wrong, his life. Dan knew the reason why he was willing to do this for Phil. Anyone could figure it out if they just thought about it. “I think you know why.” Dan said tentatively, wishing that Phil was at least wearing a pair of gloves so he could grab the ghost’s hand. He considered reaching out anyway and just ignoring the bite of cold against his skin. Dan decided not to at the last minute, guessing that Phil had his reasons for talking to him without the protective layer of clothing. Phil was silent for a long minute, still refusing to look at Dan.

“Ok. But why?” Although almost identical in phrasing, this was a completely different question. Dan closed his eyes at words left unsaid. Why did Dan love Phil? It was easy to answer, a thousand responses springing up in Dan’s mind all at once. But, was Dan going to be the one to break the silence and bring those words out into the open? There was a moment of sudden clarity and confidence, but the silence stretched on for too long and the moment was gone as quickly as it came. Phil pressed his hands into his eyes. “Ok, this is too heavy so early in the morning.” A watery, shaky smile greeted Dan’s eyes as Phil turned to look at him for the first time that morning. “Do you wanna watch some YouTube in bed?”

Dan felt like a coward for agreeing to the plan. They spent most of the day in bed together, Dan eating snacks and both of them giggling over YouTube poop. They pressed against each other through Dan’s duvet and the words that Dan yearned to say burned just under the surface of his skin. He swore that Phil could feel them through the thin material of pajamas and blanket.

Chapter four

#phan #phanfic #phanfiction #ghost au #halloween #spooky week #spooky week special

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This first bulk ask is for Music Anon as you sent me your reactions while reading and I LOVED THEM SO MUCH. Under the cut!

Anonymous said to enaasteria: March 30th 2018, 6:51:00 pm · 4 hours ago But what happens after 18 T_T?! Do we send them off to happy ending AU? But okay I can’t wait to see them being all fluff balls like omg I need fluff after all that angst (though I do love angst but they deserve their happy)! Btw, I sent you a message about a song that reminded me of chapter 11. I was just wondering if you’ve received because I remember you saying your inbox eats your messages sometimes :)

18 is the epilogue. It really is just a cute scene I have in mind that I want to write out that gives insight into what their life is afterwards. And yes!! the music ask is in my inbox. I’m saving it for when I can really focus on the lyrics. My brain is a bit loopy right now from finishing 17 so I want to take my time and enjoy the music you sent. I’ll definitely listen to it tomorrow morning when my brain is refreshed~~~!!!

Anonymous said to enaasteria: March 30th 2018, 7:10:00 pm · 3 hours ago

Okay I saw that you enjoy messages while we’re reading so I’m going to send you a lot of annoying ones which will make you sick of me. I’m at the scissors part and can I just say CHANYEOL? WHY?! DO YOU NOT READ THE ATMOSPHERE. IT SHOULD BE SEHUN AND AHRI ALL TANGLED UP AND PRETZELING, NOT YOU AND SEHUN!! Buuuut awwwww the hand holding. SOFLUFFYLIKEABUNNY. I literally had to wear my pyjamas and run to bed so that I could enjoy it in my most comfortable position. Back to reading! - musicanon

I’m gunna answer all of your individual messages personally because I LOVED READING EVERY ONE OF THEM. THEY WERE THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY NIGHT MUSIC ANON. THEY REALLY WERE. OMG. I had to rewrite this part so many times because I couldn’t figure out how to get Sehun and Ahri to the bathroom scene. The flow was completely off and I was like---let me try having Chanyeol being a fidgety mess and grab Sehun all over the place and voila. LOL

Ended the intense haircut session xD! I love the way you describe scenes in which Ahri cradles Sehun’s face. It’s so intimate and loving. I also love how both haircut sessions in the story kind of depicts how Ahri is letting Sehun into her world. But this time, he wants to venture deeper and she also wants him to come closer. So much has changed! Did Sehun read a manual on perfect boyfriend 101 because damn boy, you’re giving Ahri (and me) heart attacks! STAYINYOURLANE.

YOU NOTICED. YASSSS. When he kissed her inner wrist LIKE. PLEASE @ LORD. PLEASE BLESS ME WITH THIS ROMANCE IRL. I NEED THIS. EVEN HALF OF THIS ROMANCE. I ain’t a greedy lady but I just want some heartfelt moments like this. Haircut session. My hearteu. Side note---I really need my bangs cut. Where can I get an apt Sehun to cut my hair??? BUT SNIFFS. This is how I see Sehun being with the person he loves. I really think he would dote on her and really love her to the extent of his capabilities. It just makes me go uwu.

Btw, Soi being like are you sure you’re done reminds me of the scene in Black Panther where T’challa is having his fam reunion and M’Baku is like YAWN are you done? Are you done?! Cracks me up!

OMG. BLACK PANTHER. You are just about my favorite anon. Thank you and let me love you forever and ever.

Oh dear lord, I hope Yua’s work troubles weren’t the ones you were going through (or something similar)? Also, I hope you weren’t referring to your cousin x_x. But of course, if you were then SHAME ON ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO DO THIS TO YOU. You’re like Ahri though! Strong and elegant in her way of dealing with things <3 Soi’s desire to smush the lovebirds together perfectly describes my own. I always think of the NOW KISS meme whenever Sehun and Ahri are in close proximity. JUSTKISSCOMEON - ma

Every work trouble I really did go through. I write a lot from experiences so this whole chapter encompasses a lot of moments I dealt in real life. The work, the 23 hr straight shift, the glass frame and rewriting it. All happened. But it’s also a reason why I quit so now life is a lot better without those leadership boogers. WHAT IS THIS MEME YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT AND WHERE CAN I FIND ITTTT???

How funny would it be if Ahri playfully called Sehun Monsieur and Sehun launches into full French mode like Bonjour oui oui mademoiselle (my last French lesson was 15 years ago. it’s been awhile xD). Ahri be like dafuq I’m out - ma

Ahhhhhh my dearest music anon. She would straight up respond back in fluent french and let him live out his wildest dreams PUAHAHAHAH

TIE SCENE SO CUTE *hearteyes* I can imagine it playing out in my head!!! I have to applaud Ahri for being able to tie it on someone else. I can only tie it while it’s on my neck, loosen it and give it to someone else. And lol, of course Mr Perfect Boyfriend has the ability to somehow make his gaze softer on command xD. Ahri bby, how are you not melting. SOI?! YOU JUST SAID YOU WANTED THEM TO KISS AND NOW YOU’RE INTERRUPTING THEM. For a good reason. BUTSTILL. Just wait 30 seconds!!! - ma

RIGHT. This chapter made me CRY A RIVER AND IM STILL A MESS. And Monsieur Oh is adept with his facial structure and actions and can be any man you want him to be. You want sturdy burly Sehun. You got it. Soft, cherub Sehun? NO PROBLEM. He can do it all!!! But honestly I would melt too and she sort of does. Eventually LOOOOL But to Soi’s defense, she just has terrible timing. HAHAHAHA She’s my baby. I love Soi. I love Yua. I love Ahri. I love Yumi. I love all my girls.

Ohgod! Poor Ahri for having to do all that name writing! Sehun is right. She’s got this! But you’ve perfectly described me whenever I make a mistake in my writing. I’m like FFS I NEED TO REWRITE THIS WHOLE THING. That’s why I like pencils because rubbers exist. Look at Ahri getting all turned on by Sehun’s knife skills *waggles brows* it’s like her artistic rendition of lumberjack Sehun. I bet Sehun is already planning their wedding. Crossing mirrors off the list or else the missus would cry -ma

This was another one of the scenes where I wrote from experience. I was helping out a wedding and this bride made her seating charts just as I described. Her wedding was outside and it was windy and it knocked over one of the seating charts. I had to rewrite all those names and it was such a PAIN IN THE BUTTTTT. OMG ARCHITECT SEHUN WOULD BE SO HEUNGNNGNGNG. She goes and visits him at the office while he’s drafting a building. AND SHE JUST LOOKS AT HIM AND ITS HIS TURN TO ASK HER, CAN YOU LOOK AT ME LESS INTENSELY PLEASE, AHRI. IT would be just cutest.

CONGRATS TO THE BRIDE AND GROOM! Dude I can’t believe you forgot her name. I don’t do this at all *rolls eyes and acts self righteous* btw, I didn’t know about the least to most important bridesmaids/groom thing! It actually made me laugh because if you’re asked to be one, you know exactly where you stand in the ranking xD. ASDFGHJKL. HANDHOLDING. FITTING PRECISELY IN ALL THE EMPTY SPACES IN BETWEEN. WALKING DOWN THE AISLE. That’s it. They’re officially married in my mind. No arguments! - ma

Seunghyun and Lia’s meeting was actually how I met my husband. He didn’t remember my name actually but I remembered his and it was and still is how I torment him LOOOOL. It’s not really least important to most important. I just did it for writing purposes but it’s your wedding. Sometimes people just place people in certain spots based on their height LOL. AHRI AND SEHUN. MARRIED> I DEAD.

Oh Chanyeol, you finally have met your violent happy ending. He’s a pup in love! Very unexpected but I approve. Yeol and Ahri’s pact doesn’t stand because Sehun and Ahri just got married (and secretly stole Seunghyun and Lia’s thunder). OMGKEEPERS! ISEEWHATUDIDTHERE. Man Sehun, how does it feel listening to how you’ve been a dick to Ahri in KeepersAU (also early in ApartmentAU)? But he made amends so he will be forgiven. IS HE GOING TO GIVE HER JEWELLERY?! He said he wouldn’t unless ...! - ma

HE’S A PUP IN LOVE AND THATS EXACTLY WHAT HE ISSSSS. IT was never really a true pact to begin with. Just a joke to mess with Sehun that I added in and I don’t think Ahri would’ve ever went through with it tbh. She’s not the type to marry someone at all, if ever and even if she’s old and wrinkly, she wouldn’t marry someone if she didn’t wholeheartedly love him. AND YASSSS KEEEPEEPEPERPRRSSS. I’m glad you see it. I was really proud of this. I wove in so many stories for this chapter. My brain was about to burst. AYEEEE. WILL HE. WILL WE FIND OUT IF HE GIVES HER JEWELRY in 18??? We shall see.

I just died of fluff and I’m not even done yet. I had to take so many breaks in between reading by smushing my face into the pillow because my heart was bursting with cotton wool!! Not gonna lie, I wanted to smack Sehun for using >100 batteries. BE ENVIRONMENTAL FRIENDLY BOY. Even if you’re in a fictional scene. But A+ for set up. The jar of longing is so sweet! BESTILLMYHEART. HAHAHA I CANT BELIEVESHE TOLD HIM ABOUT HOW SHE CLASSIFIES HIM! Married couple spilling all their secrets & kissing -ma

ITS SO FLUFF RIGHT? LIKE I CANT EVEN FIGURE OUT HOW I DID IT. I can’t even live right now because I’ve never written anything like this before. I’m more into darker stories where things are just pain and crying and tears and heart breaking torment. SO THIS WAS A 180 FROM WHAT I USUALLY WRITE. I hope it wasn’t vomit inducing fluff but IM SORRY. THE BATTERIES. Would it help if I said they’re rechargeable?????? AYEEEE. VERSIONS EQUATE TO CREATIVITY. Who knows, it might be a kink. OR. he could spend the rest of his life entertaining her with versions and asking her what do you call this one? how about this one? AHRIIII~~~~~~She would major regret this later on hahaha

Aw, I’m glad Ahri got to see the stars!! And promptly decided that she wanted to be with Sehun instead. Omg HAHAH. I was like how do you unofficially own a star? Did he call the international space agency or Spock or something and told them to fly a toothpick flag up with the names of Sehun and Ahri written on it xD? Btw are those star designations real? I tried googling but ended up with Supreme Court cases lol! Whenever Sehun tells stories that his father told him, and he says that (tbc) - ma

YES! You can can actually “buy” a star and “name” it. It’s definitely not official. It’s not like N*SA will recognize it but it’s just a sweet gesture and that’s why he said unofficially. The star designations I used aren’t real but they are formatted in that way. I had do research on this and it’s really long and windy and hard to explain because even my brain was like---i can not understand this. The letters are usually an abbrev of the telescope used to discover the star and the numbers are sometimes the year found or the date or coordinates. Like I said, really complicated science stuff so for the sake of fic writing, I just made it simple and put in some numbers that mean stuff LOOOL

And he says that it’s been passed down from generation to generation. I have this picture of ancient Egyptian Sehun wearing the Pharoh headgear in my mind telling his son about how KeepersAU Sehun was a dick and how he should cling to a girl called Ahri when he meets her xD! HE IS SO SMOOTH IN THIS CHAPTER. I spilled tea on myself so many times while reading. Can I just say that the we are stars for eternity idea (unless they decide to be a supernova) is so creative and so fitting for them?

AHHAHAHAHAHAH PHARAOH SEHUN. IM DED. OMG. I will never forget this memory and look. Another version of Sehun to make me want to die in a pile of fluff. And tbh---I really imagine Sehun coming to Ahri’s classroom with the kids all around him. Ada. Joon. They’re all around him in a circle as he tells embarrassing lovey dovey songs about Sehun and Ahri and it just makes me smile soooo much. ISNT IT. I HAD THIS IDEA FOR 3 YEARS AND I FINALLY WROTE IT OUT AND IM SO CRY TEARS OVER IT???? But yes---no supernova. no kilonova none of that colliding and bursting together business LOL.

You are so incredibly thoughtful in crafting a sense of continuity and meaning for Sehun and Ahri <3. I think that’s why they are so addictive as a couple. Because we get to see the way they’ve grown, the way they accept the hurt they’ve inflicted upon each other and themselves but actually reflect on it and come out stronger. I love the honesty and kindness they’ve shown each other in this chapter. How they’ve come out of hiding to show that they do indeed love the other. - ma

THANK YOUUUUUU. OMG. THIS REALLY IS SO SWEET. Your messages made me so much and I’m addicted to them as well. They’re like my babies and I just want to give them all the happiness to make up for all the pain I put them through.

I loooove the parallel scenes between this chapter and the previous ones because this time, their words and actions mean something deeper. I wish I was as eloquent as you are because I don’t have words to describe how beautiful they are together. They are so in love and I’m in love with them being in love *_*! Casually throwing myself in their relationship. I’ll be waving pom-poms in the bushes where they can’t see teehee! Can we have a reincarnation AU based on the last line xD? - ma

AHHHHH IM NOT ELOQUENT AT ALL. I really fail at words and I might reread to fix some things but YESSS. I’m all about parallels. I love making full circle of things to make sure it all ends cleanly and making sure they’re not who they were but better people now. REINCARNATION AUUUUU. MAYBE. MAYBE. I have a few reincarnation prompts saved so I might dig into them and may something will spark???

Thank you thank you thank you for writing this absolutely brilliant story <3. I know nobody is as attached to Sehun and Ahri as you are but we’ve all loved them together for the past three years. THEY ARE LIKE OUR BABIES! I teared while reading 17 T_T. I can’t let them leave the nest. They need to stay within our arms forever!!! How many thank yous can I say before you want to hit me? WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU? You’ve blessed us with this story and I only hope I could do something in return. - ma

THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME. I’m not sure how long you’ve been with my blog but if it’s been 1+ years or even from the beginning, I really want to thank you for your patience. I know I’m not the quickest writer out there but I’m nevertheless so grateful for your words. For your sentiments. For all that you’ve written for me to make me smile. THESE MESSAGES ARE MORE THAN ENOUGH AS GRATITUDE. I really love how you reacted to them and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Nothing makes a writer happier than reading messages like this and seeing how you loved this story and cherish it as much as I do.

Okay, I’m probably getting annoying by now. so this is the last one I swear (also because tumblr is being like WHOA WAIT AN HOUR BEFORE ASKING MORE. So I’ve had to switch my WiFi mode on and off so that it doesn’t recognise me as the same person). I’m just gonna reread the chapter again and again, and again tomorrow and again and again. Thank you for this masterpiece. suffice to say, I more than love it so don’t you dare think that it’s anything short of fantabulous! throwsheartsatyou - ma

This is not annoying at all. You’re not annoying, MA. omg TUMBLR DOES THAT??? I never knew!!!! But really, thank you again endlessly for all that you’ve written. I appreciate it so much and I’m so happy you love this story. You are just the sweetest and I PROMISE TO LISTEN TO YOUR MUSIC RECS TOMORROW THE MOMENT I WAKE UP. hugs you. LOVES YOU. THROWS CONFETTI AT YOU.

#music anon #messages #SO MANY LOVELY MESSAGES #ICRY

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coysgeorge · 5 years

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Welcome to my brain.

Right so this is weird. For years I’ve suffered with mental health issues. It all started when I was 11 years old, that’s when I realised something wasn’t quite right. I’ve never liked change. Never. I have a routine that I don’t like to break, for those who are close to me they might think I’m one of the laziest and laid back people when it comes to life I’m not. It all started with the process of moving from primary school to secondary school. I remember the first week of senior school so clearly. My mum really wanted me to go to this school called Deanes in a mainly middle class area, I really didn’t fancy it. However she was insistent that I go there. And I got in. I’m certain to this day that’s what triggered all this off. So here I am, a boy aged 11 originally from Edmonton North London (one of the poorest and most crime ridden areas in the UK) who’s been raised on a council estate going to a School where kids were discussing their parents hot tub. The first day of senior school I knew I didn’t fit in. All the other kids knew I was different, I was sat there overweight in a blazer far too big for me, in shoes that were £20 from Tesco with a Afro, whilst all the other kids had Kickers, new haircuts, talking about their parents hot tubs whilst my family had 6 of us in a 3 bedroom semi detached home in Southend. I walked out and went straight to my old primary school by 12pm to confide in my old teacher Mr Martin just to simply be in surroundings I’m comfortable in. This is where it all started. As the months went by, things got worse. I was getting bullied for my weight, my clothes, my mobile phone etc. Nothing that I couldn’t handle, but being a 11 year old lad it still got on top of me. Then the worse thing imaginable happened to me and my family. My Nan, got diagnosed with Vascular Dementia. Now we knew something was up with her, she wouldn’t recognise me, my siblings, her children and most hearbreaking of all my grandad. Within a year my Nan was bed ridden, couldn’t walk, couldn’t feed herself, could barely string a sentence together. This is when shit hit the fan for me, I would literally walk out of school. Go missing for hours, the worse time was when a police helicopter was actually deployed to look for me, social services got involved because they didn’t believe that I was just depressed. They were certain some sort of abuse was going on. It wasn’t. My parents were always great to me. Always made sure me, my brothers and my sisters got what we want. Always. Despite being so poor growing up. The guilt I felt was unbelievable. But for whatever reason I couldn’t sleep, when I did sleep I would literally sob myself into exhaustion then wake up 2 hours later and beg my mum to not let me go to school because all I wanted to do was stay home incase something went wrong with Nan, I was over eating to the point I was a 40 inch waist at age 12. I was literally hoping I wouldn’t wake up the next day.

Then one day I woke up at 6AM and thought that’s it, I’m done, I’m ending it. So I went out to my back garden, grabbed some rope from my dads shed and walked to a Belfairs woods which was only down the road from me. I googled how to hang myself. I was gonna do it, all the way there I wasn’t crying, I wasn’t sad, I felt relief. Happy that in less than 30 minutes this pain will literally be gone. I won’t have to face anything. My best friend, my Nan not recognising me and looking at me like a stranger, the kids at school who wouldn’t even speak to me, this constant sadness will all be gone. I would have nothing to fear, nothing to face just literally a eternity of nothing. So I get to the woods, find a location, find a branch that could hold my weight, and started digging in my bag for a the rope. Then literally out of nowhere this woman, maybe mid 60’s appears with her Jack Russle, and smiles at me the dog approaches me as dogs do so I petted it. She asked me why I’m out so early, I told her some bullshit that I’m going on a detour to collect my papers for my paper round. I didn’t even have a paper round at the time. Then for some reason I just decided, I could easily cause this for myself but if that woman was literally 10 minutes later she would’ve found me hanging from a tree. I didn’t think, but I couldn’t go ahead with it. I couldn’t let someone else live with that for the rest of their lives. So I left, was I greatful for that woman? At the time no, I was angry if anything knowing I’m gonna have to go back to reality after she made me question my conscious after a measly 2 minute conversation that I lied through my teeth in. Now looking back on it. I owe her my life. It’s as simple as that.

So a year passes by, my depressions still there then my mum calls me in the kitchen one day “George you’ve not been yourself and I signed you on the waiting list for belfairs (the secondary school all my primary school friends went to) a year ago, they called today you’re starting Monday” so for the first time in a year I smiled legitimately. The first smile I’ve legitimately not had to force in a year/two years. I’m going back to school with all my pals. I’m elated. I spend the next 3 years being the class clown, getting shit grades, drinking down the park and just being normal. Yes my Nan was ill. But by this time I’ve accepted that she’s gone. The woman laying in that bed wasn’t my Nan. It was a illness that stole my nan’s body. And when she died, yes I was heartbroken but I was also relieved. Relieved that she’s free from any pain and relieved that my grandad can go back to having a life rather than spending every minute of the day caring for her. And hats off to my grandad, he never put her in a home. He was with her every day in his house looking after her. He’s my absolute idol and if I’m half the man he is then I’ll die a very happy man.

So fast forward a few years, I’m struggling for work, second guessing what grades I got on my CV because instead of going to results day me and my friend John went to smoke a packet of benson and hedges down the local park. Not the best life choice but not one u regret.

So I’ve never been good with women, I’m 21 at this point. 22 stone. Bleached blonde hair for some reason. A probably the most undesirable Male on earth. The only 2 t-shirts I wore were this Mohammed Alli t shirt and a smelly blink 182 t shirt with a alien on it. Still suffering with depression but it wasn’t as crippling as before, I had good days, I had bad days. But then finally I get a match on tinder (I didn’t get many back then as you can imagine) so I popped up to this girl expecting she’d reply back then boom, next thing you know I’m in a relationship, good right? Probably completely the opposite. I’ve never been so miserable in my life. I’m not gonna go too deep into the relationship as I’m sure she’s moved on with her life and in a weird way, despite all she put me through in those 8 months. I hope she’s happy. But in those 8 months I self harmed, fought suicidal thoughts daily and couldn’t wait to be dead again. So I’m back to square one again. One day I broke it off with her, I go home. I’m happy again, so I have a job that pays good money, surrounded by my family again and free to do what I like again.

So for those of you who know me, always know how anti cocaine I am. So I’m in a new job. Top sales man out of a team of 60 people. Taking home silly money for a telesales role and I’m drinking. And when I say I’m drinking I’m drinking when I wake up in the morning, I had a vodka bottle stuffed down the side of my bed. I would put whiskey in a flask for my lunch break and put a whole packet of chewing gum in my mouth to get rid of the stench. I’m smoking probably 10 joints a day. I’m a zombie. I wasn’t thinking straight at all. I was having sex with any woman that would show me attention, desperately avoiding a relationship so I’m not emotionally hurt or abused again. I’m a mess. I have a alcohol addiction, then I probably develop 2 of the worse addictions going for the next few months of my life. Cocaine and gambling. So it all started with a night out with some friends from work, being a sales office I knew there would be cocaine but I’ve always had the strength to say no but for whatever reason this time I said yes. I took one line. Didn’t feel anything. Took another, so I said to my mate “is this literally it? I need more because it’s not doing anything” so my mate goes “we’ll get 2 grams for £110, go halves and I promise you you’ll be buzzed more than weed has ever done for you” so I’m sold, if something is better than weed. Why not? So we go back to my colleagues flat at 2am. It’s a shit hole. In a tower block, his Girlfriend sat in the front room furious with him and storms off to bed. We’re listening to house music waiting for this cocaine to be delievered to his door. I fucking hate house music. Half hour later he gets a call from his dealer saying he’s outside. He collects the two grams and he got another two for him and his mrs tomorrow. I ended up giving him the money for 3 of the grams and I’m snorting it off of my work pass still in the clothes I wore at work the day before. I felt like the dogs fucking bollocks. Little did I know at the time I’m sat in a council flat surrounded by a load of filth snorting cocain listening to house music and playing PES. Not even Fifa. PES. I’m the lowest of society right now. But I feel like the Wolf of Wall Street. So I go into work the next day same clothes without even realising how relentless the next 4 months of my life would be. I was spendinga collective of £300 a week on cocaine and weed £150 a week on gambling. I went to the casino with my friend one night, I was so out of hand my friends left me. I lost £2130 in one night, the only reason why I left is because they closed the bar. The people who are closest to me don’t know about that. Not my mum. Not my dad. Not my friends not Sacha. I was a monster.

So the depression is back and in full swing, I lose my job, I was in the most toxic relationship imaginable, I lose my sense or will power all in the space of a year. I’ve been clean of cocaine for 7 months now. I know I won’t touch the shit again. I still have the odd bet. But nothing quite like £2130 in one night. But for some reason it all came crashing down on me the last month or so. I don’t know why, I have Sacha who would literally do anything for me. I’m still getting used to it, she sends me postcards and makes me go get cringe passport photos with her in the photo booth in shops. But I love it, I love her. She’s literally my everything. You’d think that would be enough to cure depression? No it’s not. It’s a illness. A illness I wish there was a cure too. This last month I’ve struggled badly, one night Sacha was in bed next to me and I had to go down to the bathroom and cry for 15 minutes. I don’t know why. I wish I knew why. But it’s time for me to take the right steps and do something about it and get my life back on track. Financially I’m very fortunate at the minute. So are my parents. I’ve got nothing to worry about anymore. I have a strong family, strong friends and a unbelievably strong girlfriend who I worship the ground she walks on.

I’m getting better, will I be depression free one day? Who knows, probably not. Will I be happy all the time? No. But It’s time for me to “man up” as the ignorant people say and take the appropriate steps. I go back to full time hours next week at my job after having 2 weeks signed off with “depression” and going back part time to ease myself in. I’m slowly getting there. I don’t know what the point of this vlog was really, but I feel like it’s helped. And who knows maybe it’ll help someone? For years I’ve been (without sounding big headed) a well know household name on Twitter amongst the spurs community known as a weird vegan guy who doesn’t take anything seriously, but maybe someone will take the time to read this and think “hey if that guy who jokes about 24/7 is like this maybe I’m not so weird at all”

Peace and love my dudes

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joshmspicer · 6 years

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65 Questions You Aren’t Used To

Nabbed from @pantherdaemon

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? Does anybody ever tell you you look like Shalissa?

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? About a 2 normally

3. The person you would never want to meet? Kevin Spacey

4. What is your favorite word? Therefore

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? @rustage

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? “What am I gonna do with this fucking dog?”

7. What shirt are you wearing? I’m not

8. What do you label yourself as? Male, cis, het, cauc, meh

9. Bright room or dark room? Bright

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? 18 still takes it

12. Who told you they loved you last? Me mum

13. Your worst enemy? Me mum’s husband

14. What is your current desktop picture? Still the ME collage

15. Do you like someone? Eeyup

16. The last song you listened to? At this point? “Nothing Left to Lose” by Puddle of Mudd

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? With no consequence to me or to the world at large? Mark Zucc

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? Me mum’s husband

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? Marc Zucc. Have him forward me half of his cash to an account he can’t have access to. Get in writing the contract that has him willingly give up this money with no recourse and have him pay the next taxes that might arise from this transaction.

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) I’ve been told me eyes are pretty cool

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? Probably my sister, just a bit thinner

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? Apparently I’m good at sneaking

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? Getting my pets killed from something stupid. Or just being there alone when they die. Or anybody dies.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. Peanut butter, American Kraft cheese, bologna, white bread. Bread, peanut butter, meat, peanut butter, cheese, peanut butter, meat, peanut butter, cheese, peanut butter, meat, peanut butter, bread.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? On nothing right now. Probably my debt eventually.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? Right now right now? Vancouver?

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? Henry’s Hard Soda Orange. Or moscatto. Fuck it, give me moscatto.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? If you’re in a relationship and you cheat on somebody you’re off the island. Your wife can go with you if she wants but she keeps the kids. If your wife says no, your mistress can.

29. What is your favorite expletive? Fuck

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? My safe.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? My mom’s losing our house and near suicide

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! Somewhere cheap in New England. And safe.

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? Despite all the people I’d want to bring back, I wouldn’t be who I am today if they were still around and didn’t leave me when they did. So I’ll say my cat, Callie.

34. What was your last dream about? That I remember? Shit. I...I don’t...remember.

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? I am a good drinker of liquids.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? More times than I care to count.

37. Have you ever built a snowman? Yes, Anna, for fucks sake.

38. What is the color of your socks? White, but I’m presently not wearing any

39. What type of music do you like? Any. Bite me.

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? Sunset

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? A good Lemon milkshake always gets me

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer) New England Patriots and Revolution. Bite me.

43. Do you have any scars? Major one is the one right above my nose. I have a few lingering ones on my arms from my time in retail but no other ones.

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? Voice actor, actor, writer

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Give me some fucking confidence. Or at least the ability to get over if somebody says no.

46. Are you reliable? Usually

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? “So do you still follow/watch animated stuff or did you have to give that up to get a girl or a career?”

48. Do you hold grudges? Of course.

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? Cat snake

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? I once had a five minute conversation with a girl about whether a dick or boobs are better or more annoying. We both made some decent points but she had to get off the train so we never finished it.

51. Are you a good liar? More than I care to admit. Unless I’m not and people are just humoring me. I hope its the latter. Any prospect of being like my mom makes me sick.

52. How long could you go without talking? A while if need be.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? I once cut my own hair because the bangs got too long. I very nearly had a fucking mullet.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? No.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? Lots. Whether they’re poor or not is up to question.

56. What do you like on your toast? Butter and/or peanut butter

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? A weird shark/dragon thing

58. What would be you dream car? A good car that doesn’t break down or need repairs after a year. Or two years.

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. I usually think on my wresting diary or my movies I imagine.

60. Do you believe in aliens? There’s gotta be something out there somewhere in this vast fucking universe

61. Do you often read your horoscope? Not really but I do like it being read.

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? Q. Why is it there? Why is it a thing?

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? Dragons

64. What do you think about babies? Annoying. Hate ‘em. Stop crying. Why do you stare at me and smile at me? Why do you fucking like me? Stop it!

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. Do I like waffles? Yeah I like waffles.

#jmsanswers

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1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?Literally all the time it drives me crazy like what if everything I care about isn't even real 2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?2, I'm not fussed about the dark unless I've just seen a horror or something's freaked me out 3. The person you would never want to meet?Donald Trump ew4. What is your favourite word?Ryan because it's the name of the person I love. Lmao soppy but I also can't really think of anything 5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? One of those tall ones with the thin branches which kinda looks like its about to fall apart but somehow never does 6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?Ah shit I didn't take my makeup off very well last night 7. What shirt are you wearing right now? A gryffindor pj top I got for Christmas. Kinda makes me feel like a traitor to my only true house hufflepuff 8. What do you label yourself as?Sexuality wise bisexual 9. Bright room or dark room?Bright room, then I can see everything and just yeah 10. What were you doing at midnight last night? Watching Friends 11. Favourite age you've been so far?Any age without responsibilities 12. Who told you they loved you last? Ryan before he went to sleep 13. Your worst enemy? Tarah because she's hurt me more than anyone 14. What is your current desktop picture? One of me and Ryan from Christmas a year ago, outdated but still so cute 15. Do you like someone?You'd hope so16. The last song you listened to?Stressed Out-twenty one pilots 17. You can press a button that will make one person explode. Who would you blow up?Donald Trump and hope that all his advisors are with him18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?My brother but only if he's done what we aren't sure of 19. If anyone could be your slave for a day who would it be and what would you do?Taylor Swift but she wouldn't be my slave we'd just spend the day together and go shopping and just have the best time 20. What is your best physical attribute?My eyes 21. If you were the opposite sex for one day what would you look like and what would you do?I would look awful as a guy omg. I'd probably have weird brown hair and just look very average but not like I'm supposed to be like that. I'd masturbate because come on, have sex and just enjoy a ton of male privileges like getting paid more for the same job etc 22. Do you have a secret talent? If so, what is it?I can't think of any 23. What is one unique thing you're afraid of? Being alone. It's not unique but I'm genuinely afraid of being left all alone one day with no one with me24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Each sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposalSo I'd have a baguette with chicken and ham, melted mozzarella and sweetcorn with BBQ sauce 25. You just found $100! How will you spend it? Either use it as spending money on holiday next month in Spain with Ryan or save it for uni next year 26. You have a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world but you have to leave immediately. Where do you go? To see @awkward-is-a-life-choice of course ❤27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. "Be brand-specific" it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don't drink booze there's something you can figure out...so what's it gonna be?Defo jägermeister 28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?Real equality for everyone29. What is your favourite expletive?Fuck, you can use it in so many ways 30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don't worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what's the one thing you're going to save from that blazing inferno? The bracelet my uncle got me for Christmas 4 months before he died 31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? The time when I was more depressed than ever 32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-travelling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super powers...check out this cool shit...you can move anywhere else in the world!I'd go to America and be an outlaw with @awkward-is-a-life-choice it'd be ace 33. The Celestial Gates of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn't think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?Who will I bring back from the dead? My uncle 34. What was your last dream about?Meeting Taylor Swift. It was so cool 35. Are you a good....[insert anything you'd like here]?Who knows 36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?Nope 37. Have you ever built a snowman?Of course 38. What is the colour of your socks?I'm not wearing any right now 39. What type of music do you like?Mostly pop 40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?Sunrises are prettier but I'm never awake for them41. What is your favourite milkshake flavour?Caramel42. What football team do you support?Literally none I couldn't care less 43. Do you have any scars?A few. A couple of faint self harm scars, a scar on my thigh from work, one on my finger from an umbrella when I was 11, one on the back of my knee from falling on a broken garden lamp, some chicken pox scars and I think that's mostly it 44. What do you want to be when you graduate?I'd love to be a writer when I finish my degree but I know that isn't practical so I want to teach English and Creative writing to college and sixth form kids 45. If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be? I'd love to not have anxiety even though it's a part of me now 46. Are you reliable?When it matters, yes47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?Are you happy?48. Do you hold grudges?It depends. If you've done something small I'll get over it pretty fast especially if I love you. But if you've really fucked me over then wooow you've messed up because I'll probably never let it go 49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?I'd mix an elephant and a snow leopard to make an snelephard or something like that and dhdhdhd it'd be so cute 50. What is the most unusual conversation you've ever had?Having to explain to a customer what gravy is when he's never had it or had anything like it and getting v stressed out51. Are you a good liar?Not in the slightest 52. How long could you go without talking?Longer than you'd think. If I didn't see anyone a while. If I saw Ryan I'd really struggle but probably just lay my head on his chest for a while and smile to myself 53. What has been your worst haircut/style?When I had a bob with a box fringe omg WHY. Never again it was such a bad look sjdjdj54. Have you ever baked your own cake?Of course did you even have a childhood if you didn't bake 55. Can you do accents other than your own? Lmao no 56. What do you like on your toast?Usually butter. Sometimes jam, or nutella. If I'm at my Nans honey, and once or twice marmalade 57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?I doodled a flower whilst on the phone to the bank 58. What would be your dream car? One of the new minis. When I graduate and get a teaching job I'm 100% buying a mini 59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain I always listen to music when I shower it makes me smile. Sometimes I sing but rarely. If I'm feeling really anxious and like everything's on top of me I'll just sit in there and feel the water running over me and remember that I'm alive 60. Do you believe in aliens?Not like we've shown them in films etc but I think that there has to be life out there somewhere. To have infinite universes and galaxies and everything and only have our planet have life on would be really sad 61. Do you often read your horoscope?All the time but I don't take it very seriously 62. What is your favourite letter of the alphabet?S. It just kinda flows and is doing its thing 63. What is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?Dragons omg the purest coolest beings 64. What do you think about babies?They're so lucky to have their whole lives ahead of them. A blank slate. Also the cutest things I could honestly cry at babies and legit always cry at emotional giving birth scenes on TV. I want to be a mum so so much

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Nov 10, 2017

RUSH: You know, these political sex scandals, they’re fascinating, folks. When the Democrats have one, you need to produce semen, you need the blue dress, you need transcripts of sexting, you need photos of people sneaking into hotel rooms, like John Edwards. But when the 40-year-old childhood memories of a wacky woman and the Washington Post allege something about a Republican, all hell breaks loose.

JOHNNY DONOVAN: And now, from sunny south Florida, it’s Open Line Friday!

RUSH: Where’s the semen-stained blue dress? I mean, do you hear what Senator McCain is saying? Senator McCain is saying, “He’s gotta quit simply because of the allegations.” When did that happen? Meanwhile, the Democrats circle the wagons around their perverts, do everything they can to protect ’em, and the Republicans can’t wait to throw ’em all overboard.

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RUSH: How many of you remember the advice that I gave to Harvey Weinstein? Mr. Snerdley got it without even having to pause. But Mr. Snerdley has the rest of you at a disadvantage. He is here each day and has to listen in order to screen calls that might be relevant to that which we are discussing. That’s exactly right. Judge Moore, same advice I gave Harvey Weinstein: Hire the best. Somebody who has proven that they can get people off.

Ahem, let me try that again. Judge Moore, you need — (laughing) — excuse me, folks. Ahem. Judge Moore, you need to hire somebody who has proven that they can make sure the charges don’t stick. Let me try that again. Judge Moore, you need to go out and you need to hire somebody who has a proven ability to destroy the women and the media coming forward with the allegations. And there is one person that stands above everybody in this regard. Their name is Hillary Clinton.

She not only kept the governor of Arkansas in office, she kept the president of the United States in office. She ran the bimbo eruptions operation. Any time any woman came forward and alleged sexual improprieties, sexual harassment, rape, what have you, against her own husband, she led the team that destroyed those women. And there still to this day is nobody better. And she’s available. I don’t know if you could afford her. (laughing) And I don’t know that she would take the case.

Because the simple fact of the matter is, the Republican Party wants this guy gone. But he’s not gonna leave. He says he’s not gonna leave, and he says the charges are false. I refuse to stand down. He says I refuse to give up. There’s a story in The Politico today: “Republicans Might Be Stuck with Roy Moore — The besieged Alabama Senate candidate owes nothing to the national party.” And he doesn’t.

I’m also marveling at the sudden respect for women that the Democrat Party has. I mean, let’s be honest about something. What percentage of Hollywood men who have been accused of sexual harassment are Republican? What percentage? You know, I have the answer. The answer’s a big, fat zero. How many of you believe that all of these Hollywood actors and personalities who are being accused, how many believe they’re all guilty?

How many of you have been asking yourself, if you’re one of these guys and here comes some allegation of sexual harassment or rape or something along those lines from 10 years ago, 15 years ago, how would you defend yourself if it isn’t true? How do these guys defend themselves if it isn’t true? The vast majority of it, however, seems to be true.

Now Louis C.K., the New York Times unloaded on Louis C.K.Louis C.K. as far as Millennials are concerned, is it. Louis C.K. is God. They love Louis C.K. I have to think, as feminist trained as young Millennial men have been, those that have gone to college, I mean, the feminist movement has chickified so much of the Millennial culture, I’m really wondering what Millennial women are thinking of all this.

Millennial women have been told that liberal men are sensitive, and they are trustworthy, and they’re unthreatening, and they’re caring, and they fully support the feminist movement. And then you look at this and you hear these same kinds of guys that are always running around ripping Republicans and ripping conservatives as a bunch of racist, sexist, bigot, homophobes and so forth, yet look at these reprobates.

What is this doing to the belief system and the credibility? What are young liberal Millennial women to do here? The very men with whom they thought they were safe are actually the predators, and it does seem that the vast majority of them happen to be guilty. But this new sudden respect for women that the Democrat Party has? Do you remember…? Who said this? (impression) “You know what? You drag a hundred-dollar bill through a trailer park; you never know what you’re gonna find in there. (cackling)

But I tell you, we did it. We dragged a hundred-dollar bill, President Clinton — hundred-dollar through a trailer park — and that’s what you got. You got Paula Jones.” You remember that? James Carville: “Drag a hundred-dollar bill through a trailer park and you never know what you’ll find.” This was during the bimbo eruption days of the Clinton presidency, and there were no feminist attacks on James Carville, and the liberal feminist or female establishment at the time applauded James Carville because the objective was to destroy all of these women that the Bill Clinton had sexually abused or harassed.

That was the objective. These women were hung out to dry. The feminist movement did not lift a finger to help them. Bill and Hillary Clinton, the CEO of bimbo eruptions? They didn’t condemn Carville’s comment at the time. They embraced it. The Democrat Party rewarded everybody involved accordingly — and, as it turned out, President Clinton reached an out-of-court settlement with Paula Jones, agreeing to pay her, I think, $850,000 to drop the sexual harassment lawsuit that she had filed against him.

You know, I mean, people are taking knees? The Democrats really ought to take a knee regarding anything concerning accusations of sexual improprieties, because they lead the league. Democrats lionize their sexual predators. In fact, with Democrats, it’s a resume enhancement. Look… How many of you young listeners remember the escapades of one John Edwards of North Carolina? (interruption) All right, let me try to clue you in. John Edwards was it. John Edwards was the future, as far as the Democrats were concerned, as recently as 10, 15 years ago.

John Edwards was young. He had a great haircut. He was called “The Breck Girl” because his hair was just so perfect. He was a dutiful liberal. He cared about the poor, and he was the guy who devised this campaign plan of there are “two Americas.” There’s the affluent America; there’s the poor America that he was going to focus on. And he had a dutiful wife. And if the LA Times columnist who wrote about Sarah Huckabee Sanders’ appearance would write about Edwards’ wife, there wouldn’t be much difference in what he said.

Her name was Elizabeth and she was a heroine. She was a hero to the left. She was Mrs. John Edwards. Well, it turns out that John Edwards was cheating on her with another woman and that other woman had a baby. The National Enquirer had the story for months before anybody at the Democrat Party would even acknowledge it, before the Drive-By Media would even publish it. John Edwards got away with cheating on his wife in public for months because nobody believed the National Enquirer and because nobody wanted to do damage to this great, young future hope of the Democrat Party.

And there was great sympathy for his wife, Elizabeth, and so everybody on the left in the Democrat Party ignored what was right in front of their face. There was videotape of Edwards meeting with the babe and the baby, and they ignored it. It wasn’t allegations from 30 years ago in the Washington Post; it was real life, and everybody saw it, and they ignored it. Until they couldn’t and Edwards had to basically own up to it. His wife died of an illness not long after. Then he married the babe or moved in with her.

I forget which. But the point is that the Democrats and the left, when they find this behavior in their own camp — particularly when it’s their own elected officials exhibiting the conduct — they attack the women. They attack the investigators. There is no “every woman must be believed.” There is no respect for the victims. There’s only a seek-and-destroy mission against all of them, perfected by Hillary Clinton and Betsey Wright, who ran the bimbo eruptions operation during the Clinton years, even before they won the presidency and went to the White House.

Now you have — and look at how the Democrats go to the mat to protect their people. Now you got Judge Moore with a 40-year-old allegation that it took… The Washington Post had to send a reporter or two down there and work with this woman for a couple of weeks to convince her to come forward, and then finally she did. And the minute it happened, it’s stunning the statements that we get from all of these Republican senators. We had statements from McConnell, McCain, Flake, Murkowski, a bunch of people the conservative media, Mitt Romney.

Every Never Trumper alive has come out demanding that Roy Moore step aside based solely on the allegations. They don’t even question the report in the Washington Post. They take the word of a self-admitted mess of a woman and the Washington Post over the judge. “Innocent until proven guilty” has flown out the window, and how long has this supposed allegation been known? It happened 40 years ago. Why wasn’t this introduced during the primaries? Notice now that it’s been introduced at a time that even if Judge Moore withdraws, there’s not much they can do but a write-in candidacy for Luther Strange.

Although, have you heard this being bandied about, that there might be a solution to this that the president could engineer? You know what that is? Ask Jeff Sessions to leave as attorney general and head back down and retake his Senate seat, re-run for it. That would solve the problem. In fact, it would solve a number of problems, ’cause supposedly Trump’s not happy with Sessions’ performance. The establishment in the Senate doesn’t want Judge Moore there. (interruption) You haven’t heard that being bandied about? (interruption) Well, I know, it’s… (interruption) This is my point. The whole thing, all of this… It’s too late for any of this.

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RUSH: Sandy in Woodland, California. Welcome. Great to have you here.

CALLER: Hi.

RUSH: Hi.

CALLER: I’m talking about Judge Moore. Do you remember when Harry Reid came out and lied about Romney not paying taxes for 10 years?

RUSH: Yes. I happen to. Actually, that’s a great, great memory you have. Tell people what happened.

CALLER: What I was thinking, if I were running Judge Moore’s campaign —

RUSH: Mmm-hmm?

CALLER: — Harry Reid was on a show after the election and Romney lost. Harry Reid was on a talk show, and the woman asked him if he didn’t feel bad about lying about his not paying the taxes. And he just looked at her and said, “It worked, didn’t it?” I would get that.

RUSH: Wait a minute. Wait. No, no. He said, “It worked, didn’t it? We won.”

CALLER: Yeah.

RUSH: Folks, if you don’t remember, let me take over just a second here, Sandy.

CALLER: Okay.

RUSH: Harry Reid lied to the media about Mitt Romney. Harry Reid called the media in and said friends of his told him, two friends — and he wouldn’t name them — that Romney hadn’t paid his taxes in 10 years. And the media said, “Who are these people? Who are your sources?” And Harry Reid got mad at ’em. He said, “That’s not the story! The sources I have are mine. You need to go ask Romney why he hasn’t paid taxes in 10 years.

“That’s the story. Don’t bother me about my sources. You need to go ask Romney.” The media dutifully did, and they went out and started asking Romney and then did stories about the allegation that Mitt Romney had not paid his taxes in 10 years. The whole thing was made up, and when Harry Reid was asked about it after the election, he said, “Well, it worked. We won, didn’t we?”

CALLER: That’s right.

RUSH: So he was admitting he made it up, and he had no remorse over it whatsoever. In fact, he was proud of it because it had succeeded.

CALLER: And the smug look on his face said it all. And if they would put that on TV every half hour back where the judge is running and ask the people, “Do you want this type of person running your state?” Just let ’em know how the Democrats run things. It might be a good campaign thing for the next 30 days, if they put that out as often as they can and said Romney didn’t pay taxes and just show him admitting it and not being sorry at all.

RUSH: Well, look. That’s all true. But the difference here is that there is a woman who has gone public in the Washington Post, that the Washington Post went down and found. The Washington Post… It was two female writers. The writers say they had to work on this woman really hard to get her to go public. That they were down there working this woman for two weeks or more and then they finally got her to go public with it.

So Harry Reid never did name his so-called sources, his friends that had told him that Mitt Romney had not paid taxes. But I still get your point. I mean, you want to illustrate that Democrats lie about these things. They just make them up, and the media helps. But this isn’t just the media, and it is not just… In fact, this is the Washington Post making the allegation, not Harry Reid or not some Democrat senator, and there is a woman who has stepped forward willing to be the source on this. So, not quite. Moore could do it. I mean, clearly it wouldn’t hurt. In fact, I have a story here in the Stack. Thank you. By the way, Sandy, before you go, iPhone X, iPhone 8 Plus, iPhone 8, which would you like? I’m giving every caller today the option to pick up a brand-new iPhone. I share my passions with people.

CALLER: I like that one that you said has the long battery life.

RUSH: That would be the iPhone 8 Plus — and I have to tell you, the iPhone 8 Plus –, until the iPhone X came out — was the finest phone they had ever made, and it remains the best iPhone that not an iPhone X. The iPhone X’s a whole different thing. I’ve been testing it. Its battery life is close, but I think… I’m not gonna sit here and be critical of the iPhone X, but there’s nothing wrong with wanting an iPhone 8 Plus, because it does have… It’s just incredible. It’s got the same processor. It’s got the same cameras. It’s got the same features except for front-facing camera, Face ID. It’s got everything, a little bigger, the screen’s bigger, a little wide we are and be you cannot go wrong with it. There’s the most beautiful color of gold that they’re using on the iPhone 8 this year that is just to die for. It’s a creamy gold. It’s just stunning. So I’d be happy to send you one of those. Who is your carrier?

CALLER: AT&T.

RUSH: Fine and dandy. Now, this one’s not gonna have a SIM card. This is totally unlocked and you can use it on AT&T or any other carrier that you want. So if you would hang on, we’ll need to get your address so that we can get it out to you next week. Okay?

CALLER: Okay. Thank you so much.

RUSH: Which color? They come in silver, black, and gold.

CALLER: Your gold sounds gorgeous.

RUSH: It is. I’m telling you it is. So that’s what you’re gonna get: An 8 Plus in gold. Don’t hang up, as Mr. Snerdley will get your address.

I was saying that there’s a story here in my Judge Moore Stack about the reporters at the Washington Post, about one of them. I found this interesting. Somebody has… Here it is. The website’s called GotNews. “Washington Post Reporter Behind Roy Moore Hit Piece Has History of Writing Fake Checks.” So, again, this is an allegation that comes from this Website GotNews. “Washington Post reporter Stephanie McCrummen, who co-wrote [the] hit piece on Judge Roy Moore, has a history of writing fake checks, according to a 2011 report…

“According to left-leaning New York Magazine, McCrummen has an extensive criminal record, committing four infractions in three different states.” Now, I’m not familiar with GotNews. It’s ringing a bell, but I can’t place it. But, at any rate, this has often come up. Should we go after reporters who set out to destroy people, and they often do so with the expectation of immunity? “Well, you can’t come after us! We’re reporters. Well, you can’t come after us. We’re journalists. We’re not the story. What I’ve done doesn’t matter.”

And a lot of people think, “Well, it does, because you’re sitting there and you’re casting moral judgment on everybody else. And you’re writing stories on who’s a reprobate and who’s not. And you’re writing stories on who’s fit for office and who isn’t. So why isn’t it worth our time to find out who you are? But, man, when you do that? I mean, journalists? They get their backs up like an angry cat, and they start shouting at you, and they tell you that you can’t do that ’cause they’re not the story, that they’re journalists. They’ve got the First Amendment. “You can’t attack me! I’m a journalist” and so forth. But somebody’s looking into at least one half of the writing team for the Post-story.

Here’s Jane in Bucks County, Pennsylvania. Jane, how are you doing?

CALLER: Hi, Rush. We got married in 1989, and I remember my dad coming home and saying, “There’s this new man, Rush, on the radio. You have to listen to him.” So —

RUSH: I thought you meant you and me got married, you and I got married. So I was trying to remember this.

CALLER: No. My husband and I did. So, anyway, he also had two pieces. He said, “One of the most important things to do in life is keep your nose clean and work hard.”

RUSH: Right.

CALLER: And when I see all this Facebook and things — and I’m actively on it. It ties right into what you said. The other thing he told me before he died is he said, ‘This G–d— liberal media is going to destroy this country.’ And it’s… We just need to get back to being fact-based, caring about people, and telling the truth — and a lot of our problems would go away.

RUSH: Well, that’s not gonna happen. You know, my dad would drag — not drag — my dad would gather my brother and me and our friends, and he would look at us. And we’re 10 years old, my brother eight, or 12 and my brother 10, and he would look at us. And it would generally be after he saw Sander Vanocur on NBC. He hated Sander Vanocur. Sander Vanocur and Walter Cronkite were two of the most liberal SOBs, but he didn’t like any of them. But he’d look at us and he’d say, “Son, you boys are gonna be slaves if these people prevail. You’re gonna be slaves. They’re nothing but a bunch of socialist communists.”

Well, when your dad tells you that when you’re eight or 10, it makes an impression. And he kept telling us this. And he believed the same thing your dad did, that the Drive-By Media, we call it that now, was gonna be a seriously destructive institution to the principles and concepts that founded America. And a lot of people think this. They don’t do news anymore. They’re strictly about advancing a particular political agenda. Facts only exist as far as they will advance the agenda these people are interested in.

CALLER: Absolutely. Thank you so much.

RUSH: Now, wait. Ah, ah. You don’t get away that fast. Remember, every caller today gets the chance — you don’t have to take one. I mean, there’s no requirement. If you’d like a brand-new iPhone X, I would love to send you one.

CALLER: Oh, that’d be incredible. My old iPhone is so beat up that I have to reboot it two or three times a day, and my kids have new 8s but mom has a real old one.

RUSH: What kind of iPhone do you have?

CALLER: It’s either a 5s or a 6.

RUSH: Well, the 5s has a four-inch screen. The 5s was a great phone for its day. That’s the one they introduced fingerprint ID on.

CALLER: Yes. I think that’s mine.

RUSH: All right. Well, you are in for a treat. The iPhone X is a brand-new direction in iPhone. And it brings back what I call surprise and delight, meaning you will use this phone just for the fun of it, like you did the very first one. It’s that advanced and has that many new things. There’s nothing in the — well, there’s much in the iPhone X that isn’t in any previous iPhone. And, as such, it’s gonna dazzle you.

CALLER: Well, thank you.

RUSH: I need to know your carrier.

CALLER: Oh. AT&T, please.

RUSH: AT&T. And do you like silver on the back? It’s actually a creamy, milky gray, not silver, or space gray on the back.

CALLER: I think space gray, please.

RUSH: Space gray.

CALLER: That would be incredible. Thank you so much.

RUSH: You are gonna love it. Hang on while we get your address, and we will be back after this.

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RUSH: What’s that? No, no, no, no. I have no idea. I have no idea whether the Judge Moore allegation is true or not. But I’ll tell you this, you remember back in 2008 the New York Times ran a front-page story on McCain allegedly having an affair. It was not true. It was designed to destroy his candidacy, his campaign against Obama. We all defended him. Remember, we all came to his defense on that. Now we got an allegation from down in Alabama that Roy Moore has abused a woman or whatever it was 40 years ago, and McCain’s not even waiting for evidence, he’s just demanding, based on allegations, that Roy Moore leave the campaign.

JOHNNY DONOVAN: And now, from sunny south Florida, it’s Open Line Friday!

RUSH: And we all defended him. And don’t make me bring up the other factor here with Senator McCain. I shouldn’t have to bring that one up at all. Don’t ask me that. It’s right in front of your face.

Anyway, greetings, and welcome back. El Rushbo on the cutting edge of societal evolution. 800-282-2882.

Here’s another thing. We can sit here and we can have it documented, we can have it proven of the absolute moral degradation, the unfitness, the absolute perversion that is apparently widespread among famous leftists and Democrats. And, yeah, there’s an appropriate reaction to it, but there’s just such a double standard when this stuff is alleged against conservatives.

Now, I understand why it is. You know, conservatives, especially Judge Moore. Judge Moore is out there promoting family values and Christian values and the Ten Commandments and all of that, so as far as the media concerned and the Republican establishment concerned, they can really make this guy out to be the biggest hypocrite on the face of the earth ’cause there’s nothing worst, they think, than a holier-than-thou, big-time Christian preaching right and wrong and good and bad and then getting caught via.

They love that. They just love when devout Christians take a fall because they’re scared to death of Christianity. They’re not scared of Islam. They’re not afraid of Hinduism. They’re not afraid of any other world religion. But the left in this country is absolutely petrified of Christianity. And so any chance they get to tear it down, they will.

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RUSH: Margaret in Pocatello, Idaho, has been on hold for a while and I’ve gotta get her up. How are you doing here, Margaret?

CALLER: I’m great. How are you?

RUSH: Fine and dandy. Thank you very much. I first need to ask you what kind of iPhone, iPhone X, you name it, what do you want?

CALLER: Ohhhh. Well, I would love a 10. That sounds awesome. Thank you.

RUSH: That’s what you’re gonna get. Fine. Now, what is it that you wanted to say?

CALLER: So I have a thought. First of all, I think the stuff about Roy Moore is just a load of crap, and my reason is, you know, basically he’s being accused of being a pedophile and, you know, sexual predator, whatever. I think it’s something that they don’t ever stop doing.

RUSH: Right. You don’t just do that one time. If you do that, you do it, and there’s only one report. Margaret, thank you much. Hang on so we get the address and get you this incredible new phone.

Rush Limbaugh -> My Advice to Judge Moore: Hire Hillary Rush Limbaugh -> My Advice to Judge Moore: Hire Hillary Nov 10, 2017 RUSH: You know, these political sex scandals, they’re fascinating, folks.

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