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Take me to Church

✯ John Price x f!reader | Playlist

Summary: A reader who’s so religious that she doesn’t even think of anything close to inappropriate, until she meets her dad’s best friend, Mr. John Price.

Words: 4.7k

Warnings: MDNI 18+, mature themes and language, age gap (reader is 25 and Price is in his early 40’s), religious trauma from Catholic variety, dad’s best friend, loss of virginity, pet names, slight aftercare in the end, fear of getting caught from reader, smut, assurance, fingering, reader isn’t all that clueless but super inexperienced, protected PIV, oral (fem! receiving), reader has some troubles with masturbation (failure to finish), Price teaches the reader how to feel good, praising, no descriptions of readers body, race, skin color, ethnicity, hair type/length and body type.

A/N: Currently don’t know wtf I’m doing with my life and how this absurdity came to mind, but aye, I’m all here for it. This was so…..!? Yeah. Also big shout out to Hozier, my icon. Side note: I truly apologize If this fic is rough, I will edit it soon but it’s mostly because I haven’t written in a hot minute, due to school and shit, but I’m back now—and I’m proud of this!

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The breeze kisses your skin as you soak the sun's warmth on a Friday afternoon. The grass is green, and the clouds are out, summer has just begun. You feel yourself start to come back, you were struggling but now that’s over—for a bit. You look over as you watch your dad chopping wood. Usually, he has his friends helping out, but you guessed they had things to do, which explains why they weren’t here.

You memorized their names.

There’s Gaz, Simon, a man who goes by the name of ‘Soap’—which you find funny and you’re not sure if that’s his real name or if it’s just a nickname—and then…John.

Mr. Price. Or so you call him. Sir or Mr works just fine. But you never explored your unknown and strange feelings for him. How you always felt so shy around his dominating presence, or how his voice sounds like honey and sins. You prayed at night and asked for forgiveness when thinking of such thoughts you’ve never thought of when you see John.

Until one day in high school—in health class—they taught about intercourse and other things that left you baffled and quite scared. Anxious. Curious.

You’d get scolded by your Catholic parents when you asked such things, they say it’s too early to get into these topics, or that you should wait until marriage. Your parents are good, but you always follow their rules. You never once disobeyed, only minor times but you always asked for forgiveness.

You’ve always been a good girl, but Mr. Price always makes the fire in your belly grow. And that fire burns through your veins in an excruciating need for something so sinful. Maybe it’s the devil on your shoulder, but you never fight it off, and that was bad.

“Hey honey, ought to help me out here? The jerks I call my friends are out busy somewhere, c’mon, I’ll teach ya.” Your father motioned his hands as he walked to his area where he chops his wood, you’ve never done this before, but you’re excited. He gives you his axe, and you almost give out due to how heavy it is. “Can’t carry it like that sweet pie, hold it strong and firm.” He instructs.

You do as he says, squinting your eyes to look at his face of approval, “I think I got it.”

He nods and you bring the axe up to your shoulder, and you bring it down with every ounce of strength.

You chopped it.

“Attagirl, that’s one hell of a way to chop down wood.” A man with a deeper voice and a southern drawl said from right behind you, you turn around and the blood rushes to your head.

It’s John.

“Oh…Mr. Price,” you stammer, and you feel a rush of embarrassment plastering your cheeks.

“Y’know ya can call me John, right? Good job raisin’ her pal, she got manners.” He chews on his toothpick as he takes the axe from your hands, and the contact leaves you feeling vulnerable and so flustered. His rough hands that he used to work, chop wood, and fix things felt oddly familiar on your soft skin.

“We taught her well, ain’t that right darlin’?” John looks over his shoulder, his flannel covering his bulging biceps and that itself makes you feel thirsty for cold water.

“Yes, Dad,” you replied softly, “Well, I’m just going to head on over back home to help Mom out. Want anything to drink John?”

John looked at you momentarily, the way his name slipped out of your sweet mouth left him speechless. His eyes gaze over your white dress that sits just above your knees, it feels like he is undressing you, but he’s just wondering how and when the hell you looked like this. Of course, you were always beautiful, but there was something special there.

A spark.

“No ma’am.” He waved his hand and went back to work. You watched as his forearms grew bigger when he swung that axe down.

Forgive me for my sins.

You mumbled before you opened the door to your home and walked in.

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“My baby’s such a bad girl, aren’t ya? Takin’ me so well.” John praises as he thrusts into you in sinister motions like he’s been deprived of something so good for such a long time, that it almost drove him over the wall.

How you felt so good, so welcoming, as his thrusts became deeper and faster. Touching parts of you that you didn’t even know existed—nor could feel. It was an out-of-body experience like your soul had ascended, and you didn’t know whether it was real.

Until your alarm woke you up. It wasn’t real, but gosh did it feel real. You’re sweating, and your heart is running a marathon, as you regain your breath, you feel like you committed a crime. A crime so punishable that it could result in a death sentence.

You grab your rosary and you rock back and forth, praying and asking for forgiveness for ever dreaming about him. Your parents always told you that you wouldn’t have a good spot in the afterlife—a place called hell—if you thought of or committed any acts of sin. Especially anything and everything related to dirty inappropriate thoughts or worse, sex. Commit any of these before marriage, and you have a spot ready for you down below.

You feared for your life, even though it was impossible for anyone you love to know. They won’t ever know you have thoughts about John, or how you feel warmth between your legs when you picture him touching you in places you can’t please. Or how you picture him shirtless chopping wood, grabbing your waist from behind as he helps you hold the axe properly and swing it down. It was oh so shameful of you. Dirty, bad, sinful.

But you feel as if enough was enough, you’ve been good for far too long, that you deserve to feel good about yourself for once.

It was the perfect time, six thirty in the morning and both your parents were sleeping away, not knowing their good and obedient daughter was yearning to touch herself.

You lock your doors for safety as you scurried back to bed, you lay down on your back as you skim your fingers down your chest.

Deep breathes in and deep breathes out. You don’t know how to do this, but you’ll give in anyway. You sigh as you pull your shorts down, with your underwear as well. You drew circles around your belly before trailing down to your heat. Soft gasps escaped your mouth at your sensitive touch. Sensitive and swollen from the dream you just had.

You close your eyes, rubbing circular motions on your most sensitive area as you picture John doing this for you instead. Rough and hard-working hands aiding you. A coil in your stomach tightens, urging you to untie right then and there, but you can’t get the motions to stay the same.

You winced as you pushed your finger deeper, your back arching in response. You don’t feel anything, no pleasure, only pain and emptiness.

You want to scream in the agonizing torture of being so close yet so far away. You pull your shorts back up as you go inside the restroom to wash your hands.

You committed acts of sin and weren't pleased, and now you feel nothing but guilt and insecurity of not knowing how to do something right.

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The next day, the same place you were before. Outside on your dad's truck watching his friends help out with work. John wore a tight brown tee that accentuated his muscles, he's a retired man, but you could see every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears in that body of his.

You blush, thinking about it. About what could be hiding under his shirt.

He catches you eyeing him but you quickly divert your eyes back to your book. John smirked, telling your dad he'll be back in a second and wants to talk with you.

"Ya watchin' me, sweetheart?" He smiled, taking a cigarette out of his pocket. You watched as he did so, fearing that he'd ask you to take a puff, though you never would. "I...I was just trying to learn how you chop your wood, sir."

A deep chuckle escapes his mouth, "Y'know I can teach you, doll," the new nickname had you unable to face him, but he loved seeing you flustered. He took a puff and you nodded, "Come on over to my place, your dad won't mind. I'm not at home much, anyway. S'good to learn y'know," he went on as he walked closer to you, his southern accent becomes deeper as he goes, "You'll have the privacy that you need, to read your books and pray." He knew how religious you are, heck, he's a good friend to your parents.

"I don't know if my father will let me go, with a man nonetheless." John looks back and then back to you, "It's only me, angel."

You decide to ask your father, just in case. You don't want to go behind his back, even if John is family. You walk on over, building the courage to ask your father if it's okay to go over to a man's house, a man you yearn for.

"Dad, is it okay If John takes me to his house? He's gonna teach me how to chop wood." Your dad looks at you momentarily, before speaking, "Of course honey, just because I want you to help an old man out here and there. 'Aka' me." You tried to keep your cool, to not look so eager about going over a man's house.

John smiled, the thought of having you all to himself at his place gets him straining against his jeans. He loves it when you eye him as if he doesn't know or sense when you drool over him.

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"Here's your room, sweet thing, if ya ever need anything I'm just a shout away." He sets his tools down and walks to the kitchen, his jeans shaping his toned legs and shirt sizes too small. Butterflies invade your stomach, merely at the thought that you'd be sleeping under the same roof as this man, and willing to teach you something you're so interested in.

"Can't believe your dress is that short, doll. Your mother let you out like that?" He eyed your white dress that sits just above your knees and shows more skin than the dresses you usually wear. "You know, Mr. Price, I'm an adult now."

"Course you are," he takes a sip of his beer, "but I ain't take you as the one to dress like this. Can't say I don't like it."

You smile, flustered at the way he just complimented you. You can't deny that you like it, you love it. It sent a rush of arousal through your entire body, and he noticed the way you crossed your legs.

"Damnit,"

"What is it?" You asked curiously, not knowing that John saw the way you squeezed your thighs together. He wants to ease the need and desire that coursed through you, but he doesn't want to screw it all up.

"Nothin', now come on outside."

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"Now, you're going to hold it just like this," he instructs, pushing his hard body against your back as he holds your arms. You could feel the hardness of his strain on your back and you scream internally, unable to form coherent thoughts.

You made this so hard for him, so difficult to the point where John himself forgot what he wanted to teach you.

"Easy," his calloused hands left your arms and snaked their way along your waist. Your stomach flipped at the action. Goosebumps flare over your entire skin, his manly scent entering your nose and taking over your mind. You swallowed, and continued.

"Now raise your axe, and swing it down."

You did just so, and you successfully chopped the wood.

"That's it, angel baby, look at ya. Such a good learner."

"I am, aren't I?" You slightly bit your lip, John cursed himself and cupped your face. "Mm, damn right you are." John wondered deeply if you were such a good learner in other parts as well. Price cupping your face was a first, but his calloused hands that signal just how much of a hard worker made the intense throb between your legs grow.

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You wake up with your blanket suffocating as you struggle to fall asleep, again. You tossed and turned, repeating everything and every touch he gave you. You try to stop the need and the burn in your belly, you really do, but it's hard when you don't know how to fulfill your need. It became so bad to the point where you stood up and walked to the kitchen for water.

He wasn't in his room, he was out for the morning. A busy man and you're so silly for thinking he'd be home, even when he informed you he wouldn't be home every passing hour.

But oh how much you needed him. In ways, you couldn't forgive yourself for it.

You sit down, as quiet as a mouse, waiting patiently for him to come back just so you can confess your dirty sins. Maybe he'll forgive you for them, or maybe he won't show you mercy.

You try to occupy yourself, laying down on the couch and turning on the TV, still in your nightgown. You pull the blanket over, ready to watch a cooking video to learn a few things.

But it hits you that you're actually able to do something about the heat in between your legs, now that nobody is here. The house was quiet except for the TV playing.

Your hand trails under the blanket, lifting your nightgown as you reach for your soaked underwear. Shameful how you're soaked even when he's not around, John really leaves his mark on you. You let out a sigh as you reached your wet and sensitive clit.

It's not easy when you struggle to please yourself, it's so disappointing, honestly. Today was no different.

There is this creeping guilt, but it always hits you the most just when you creep up the tip of the mountain, only for you to fall off when you realize what you're doing.

You can't stop thinking of him, shoulders aching and tears urging to escape when you're so close to reaching the end, only for it to be unsuccessful.

So, you close your eyes and let out a deep breath. Spreading your legs further as your fingers plunged into your aching hole, you gasped. Picturing yet again, how he pleases his women. Of course, he knew how, he is well experienced and capable of pleasing a woman, to the point where she forgets her own name.

You're committing acts of sins in his own home, unforgivable and dirty. Because you were raised with the idea of being perfect, but no one is perfect. From the moment you're born and the moment you die--but the moment you die is the moment John Price fulfills your dirty little dreams.

He whispers in your ear telling you how to do this and how to do that.

'Just like that.'

'Those fingers are too light, darlin', lemme do all the work."

"Attagirl, in and out."

And you almost reached the top of the mountain, whispering finally as sweat buds trail down your forehead.

Finally, finally, finally.

Until you fell down the mountain you tried so hard climbing, when John swings open the door to the sight of his best friend's daughter getting off on his couch. You hurriedly pull your panties back up.

At that moment, you wanted to scream.

To run away.

To die.

He's going to tell your dad, and your entire body freezes. You can't plead for forgiveness when you're so far gone. No mercy will be shown when he kicks you out and tells your parents how bad their daughter truly is.

You sit straight as your body shakes in fear, you're unable to cry when you know your fate.

A sinful girl.

"John," you choke, "I-I am so so sorry, I didn't mean to. I really wasn't-"

"How long have you been at this?" Your heart drops all the way down as the blood from your face drains. "O..only," you struggle to speak as his deep brown eyes gaze at you, "It was only this one time."

You lied.

Another sin.

He stands in silence, shutting the door behind him as he takes big steps towards you. He hovers over you, looking down to see a dirty girl in front of him. As if you played this innocent and sweet girl, though you were, except in John's eyes you weren't. At least that's what you thought.

He takes your chin and pushes your head up to face him, you weren't able to look in his eyes, it was all too much.

"Look at me," he grumbled, you did just what he said. Not once resisting, although it was difficult.

"I ain't mad at ya, it's natural, honey."

Your eyes widened and your shoulders relaxed from the tension and fear.

"You're not going to tell on me?" You asked, Price chuckles.

"Course I'm not, I ain't no snitch, I'm a grown man." He bends on his knees, his thumbs rubbing circular motions on your exposed skin.

"Did it feel good? Sorry to have ruined it for ya' angel." It sure did feel good knowing you almost reached the top, it really did, but it felt better having John assuring you that it was all okay. "You don't have to be sorry--I was just..."

"Go on."

"Continue what I interrupted, don't let my presence stop ya," he signaled his pointer finger toward the door to his room, "it ain't comfortable here. No space to spread those sweet legs, is there?"

You shake your head, "Go on, unless you want me in there. I know deep down you do, doll, you can feel so much better." He's right, the moment you've been dreaming of, it finally comes true. How could you say no to John being in the same room making you feel good?

You almost can't believe it.

He suddenly picks you up from the couch, initiating a soft gasp from you when he opens the door and throws you on his mattress.

You balance yourself with your two hands when he undresses himself in front of you. Starting off with his shirt. You gasp once again, at the sight of his sculpted body before you. His chest was full of hair and his toned dad bod was the definition of perfect.

He gets on the bed and slowly crawls towards you, his head now in between your thighs. "I interrupted your time of need, sweet girl, let me make it up to you." He smiles before hooking his finger on the hem of your underwear, pulling them down all the way to your ankles. On display right before him, so shy you hid away, unable to look at the lewd sight in front of you. "That ain't gonna work for me, eyes over here." His fingers dug into your thighs, you did just as he said, looking at his eyes that continue to look at your pretty pussy.

"S'fuckin' wet."

It's a dream come true for John as well, to see you all wide open and soaking wet for him.

He places peppered kisses along your thighs, and you whimper as he stops. John makes his way up to your lips, biting your bottom lip before kissing you deeply and hungrily. Exactly like the dreams.

His stache brushing against your top lip only made it feel real, his tongue deep inside your mouth as your hands held the back of his head, pushing his mouth impossibly deeper. He's eating your face as if it were his last meal on death row. Like a predator catching his prey.

He pulls away from the intense kiss, the saliva leaving both of you.

Good God did he know how to kiss, you let him do all the work when you could barely kiss him back just as good.

His chest heaved, and he continued with his kisses on your neck and down your collarbone, pushing a soft moan out of you that drove John over the wall. "Make more noises, it's only the two of us, jus' let me hear ya." He cooed, his hands lifting your nightgown over your hips and then over your head. His eyes trailed over your breasts hidden in your bra. "Ah fuck," you sit up, allowing John to unclip your bra, the sight of your chest out on display for him made his mouth water. He grips your left breast with one hand while he sucks and kisses the other.

"Oh, John...keep doing that, please."

He kneads your breast, almost putting you to sleep with how good it feels, "mmmhm," you sighed, "you been wantin' this, and I'm sorry for waiting this long." He apologizes as he places kisses down your belly and finally makes his way back to being in between your thighs.

"No need...to be sorry," you breathe, tilting your head back when he swipes his tongue between your wet folds. The new feeling alone made your legs tremble, enticing a loud gasp from you. You start to rock your hips against his mouth as his deep groans vibrate through your entire nervous system. "Taste like fuckin' Heaven, oh sweet baby, I think you are heaven itself." Praise that had you dropping your jaw as he inserted his hot tongue in your hole.

You swore you saw Heaven.

Brows furrowed and back arched as he eats you like a hungry man, your hands gripping the sheets underneath you, and your legs spread further open inviting him in for more.

John inserts one finger in as his tongue continues to suck on your most sensitive area, and you let out the loudest moan you didn't think you were capable of ever making.

You died in this moment. And John swore he died in that moment, also.

"John," you pant, focusing on what could be your first-ever orgasm.

"I know, you're close baby, s'fuckin' tight, come for me." His words of encouragement suddenly break the coil inside your burning belly, the liquid seeping out of you as he continues to lick away every last bit from you.

He takes his finger and licks you away, which leaves you half-lidded.

"See? How hard was that? Like rippin' a damn bandaid off, does your wound feel better?" He teased, "It does," you say softly, still reminiscing what happened a few seconds ago. What you just felt, how it felt like fireworks exploding inside your veins.

"Such a perfect pussy, waiting to be full of me." He unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his jeans, you've never had sex, but you definitely never needed something more than now. You need him, to get to know him, even when you already do.

"Does it hurt like they say?" You asked nervously, watching as his jeans disappeared, leaving him only in his boxers. His thick thighs didn't do much justice in the dim light.

"When I do it, then it shouldn't be as bad, doll. Jus' a little pain, but if ya feel like it's too much, you jus' tell me. Hm?"

It makes you feel special with how sweet he treats you, he treats you with such care that it truly makes you dizzy.

He takes off his boxers and you almost lose all consciousness, his cock leaking with pre-cum and hard, you thought it was quite inhumane how big he is.

Sure you've explored your curiosity, but John, he differed from all of them.

"Poor thing needs some love and I'm going to show your pussy what the definition of love is." You grew heavy with desire, "ya need me to use a condom, sweetheart?" he asked, you nodded, simply because you weren't on the pill.

He opens his drawer and pulls out a condom, ripping it off with his teeth and spitting a piece of the wrapper out.

That was a sight for sore eyes.

He slips it on his thick cock, the condom intensifying every vien, it left your mouth dry like a Sahara desert.

How was that going to fit? Was all you were thinking about, but you were so sure he was going to make it feel okay.

He sets his heavy cock on your soaking entrance, teasing you while he moves his dick up and down your folds, you whine with need and John chuckles.

Was this the sinful thing that would literally damn you for eternity? How could something so dirty feel so good?

He brings a hand of his to pin your arms down, while the other holds your leg close to him. Your brows furrow as he slowly enters himself into you. John grows concerned when he sees your lips pursed and your eyes shut tightly, a tear escaping.

He stops, and you stop holding your breath.

"It hurts don't it? Want me to stop?"

"Please, no," you gasp, "I...I want you to keep going."

He readjusts your hips, before proceeding to continue, "You sure, honey?" You nod and whisper a hundred times yes before he thrusts deep inside of you.

"So fuckin' good for me, fuck!" he shouts, he loved the way your cunt fluttered and wrapped tightly around his cock.

The silence in the room was filled with his groans and loud moans from you, so lewd and so dirty. But you're too far deep to leave now, you're ready to die, happily.

"My," he thrusts, then pulling away and thrusting back in deeper, "gorgeous," you gasp when he continues his rhythm of thrusting and being so close to pulling out before he thrusts impossibly deeper again, "Girl." He breathed.

He brings his fingers to circle your sensitive clit, and you feel it happening again. It's more intense and heavier.

Your walls wrapped tightly on his cock, initiating that you're indeed closer than you have ever been before. "Mhmm," he moaned, and it was such a sweet sound you so badly wanted to hear again. He grabs hold of your legs, bringing them closer to your head, thrusting at a deeper angle that you can feel in your throat.

"That's it, baby, that's my fuckin' girl right here. All mine, gimme one more." He stopped as you cried out his name over and over until it became engraved in John's brain. He silences your cries with his lips as your legs shake around him.

"You did so well for me, your pussy jus' needed some medicine to be cured, got you coming all over my cock." He begins to move again, to finish himself this time. Your pain turns into pleasure and familiarity when he pushes himself in and out.

"John, that feels so..." He groans loudly at the way you watch his cock slide in and out, it was obscene but also surreal, "look at you, fuck, gonna make me cum just lookin' at me like that."

Which you felt so good about, it's all you wanted.

He pants as he reached a certain point, chest heaving as you can feel his cock twitching inside of you.

John pulls out, and there's sadness in your heart at the emptiness. Your heart thuds loudly that your first time to be with a man you dreamed about, it feels euphoric. You felt ecstatic.

He wipes away your dry tears and your hair away from your face, that drowned in sweat and tears.

John admired you the second he laid his eyes on you till now, he never knew the definition of perfect until this moment.

"Can you teach me how to feel good?" You asked as your hand roamed his broad shoulders and his back. And fuck, did John love that.

"Course' baby, on top of the choppin' the damn wood lessons," you both laugh, "I got all the time in the world, for you."

Your heart ached, he whispered sweet nothings before he carried you into the bathroom to clean up the mess.

Then you nestled under his arms and his body heat, his chest, and arms hugging you as the two of you slept the day away.

It was worth every waking second, and now you can sleep peacefully.

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A/N: Y'all, wtf. Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. Need him.

This lowkey needs to be edited some more now that I’m reading it, but I’ll definitely do that later…

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hello 🙃this is my first request ever and it's pretty weird but can u do a piece with rip x f! dutton reader when she's pregos with rips bby girl and she either have a little accident with a horse or in danger bc of one of the shows villains like beth and rip goes a little crazy like he how he did it in the car driving to Beth on those 2 guys were beating her.

Comfort from john and rip and fluff at the end also maybe a age gap 😁😁😁plz and thank u

Wheeler's as Tough as a Beer

The rain was hitting the glass windshield harder than I cared for. When I left the doctors office it was only lightly raining and you could hear some thunder in the distance. Gripping the steering wheel I gulped in nervousness feeling the car kind of fighting me when I drove through some puddles. Moving one hand to my phone laying In the cup holder I saw it was my husband calling me. “Hey honey, I’m on my way home now.”

“That’s great. Although the storm is picking up here. What did the doctor say about the baby?” Rip asked through the phone where I could hear the barn door shutting behind him meaning they were putting the horses up before it got worse than it already was.

Using my turn signal I stopped at a red light waiting for it to change to green. "She said everything was good. In about 3 months we should have our baby boy or girl." The ranch was only two different turns and one stop sign before I was back on the family home.

The light finally changed from red to green where I slowly hit the gas pedal. Turning my steering wheel I was making the turn but there was a car coming down from the way I was turning. But the car instead was on the wrong side of the road coming directly at me. “Oh my god, Rip!” I screamed before I attempted to move my car but the wheels hit a big puddle where I swerved and the other car still barreled straight into me.

My head hit the steering wheel harshly before it hit a wooden poll that was for the power lines. My phone got thrown and it shattered the screen. Blinking my eyes I lifted my head when the air bag went off. Looking at the mirror there was blood on my forehead and I gasped feeling sharp pain in my pregnant belly. It would be a few minutes before I blacked out on the wheel. Someone was shaking me lightly making me wake up a few hours after that where I could make out my husband’s voice. “Y/n, y/n! Come on, darling wake up. Don’t die on me.”

“Rip….ahhh!” I winced when I felt him gently picking me up by my knees and underneath my arms. I felt so,e blood running down my side meaning that the air bag or something must have cut me.

He slowly walked me to the ambulance while the medics checked me out. Rip pushed my hair back out of my face crying some tears which he never die really unless we were alone. So the bunkhouse guys knew who was the boss. “Sssh you’re alright now. You’re with me, Y/n.”

“Everything hurts, Rip. And I…I was on my way home and the storm….it got worse….where this car was on the wrong side of the road.” I began sobbing through heavy tears.

He wrapped his arms around my body after the medics had went off to read the tests that they had done. Wrapping my arms around his neck I buried my face in the crook of his neck crying. "Excuse me, Mr. Wheeler. But we need to get your wife to the hospital. The baby she is carrying is in distress." One of the medics came over to us explaining with concern.

Rip immediately got in the back of the ambulance with me laying down on the cot. I grasped his hand tightly in mine while we rushed there. The second that we got there I was rolled in with a wheelchair and a doctor bursts into the room. "We will have to do a C - section if we want to save the baby in you."

"Okay...I love you." I croaked up at Rip squeezing his hands before I was rushed into surgery. I'm not sure how long I was out for but I moaned blinking my eyes feeling the medicine they gave me wearing off. Lifting my head up from the pillow I saw Rip sleeping at my bedside. "Rip...Rip wake up."

He rubbed his eyes where I instantly saw tears in his brown eyes. "Oh my gosh, Y/n. Thank God I was so worried...I love you." He kissed the crown of my head tucking hair behind my ear.

"Rip, where's the baby. Is it okay?" I asked him when he brushed his fingers through my hair that was sticking to my forehead.

He sucked in a breath resting his forehead against mine when he spoke his next words. "The baby is in the nick-u. She came out a premi. But she's beautiful. The doctor said she'll have to be monitored for a while. But she's alive honey...she's here."

"I love you...and I'm glad she's okay." Wrapping my arms around his neck I began crying happy tears. Rip wrapping his arms around my waist holding me as close as we could get. Releaved that his family was alright.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[tunnelsnacks]

Deacon head canons from my old blog be upon ye!

The UP Deathclaws were never real...the L&L gang is though

“He’s sharp as a whip, feisty in the field and extraordinarily cautious with his actions and even more careful with his words”

Deacon’s favorite color is green, hazel green

If he had a character theme it would be Deacon Waltz by Christian Sedelmyer and Jerry Douglas (The name’s just a coincidence)

A very very light sleeper, before Wanderer he would only sleep for around 3 hours peppered throughout the day

It always takes him an hour to fall asleep, even after he & Wanderer start ‘their you sleep and I’ll watch over you’ deal

He’s not religious, but he still prays

Before Wanderer he’d have, what my old therapist calls, micro-bursts of stage three sleep without realizing it (REM sleep) people can do this while looking and cting completely awake, which is why Carrington doesn’t take him serious in meetings... he looked like he’s not paying attention but nada, the man’s brain was just shutting down a little bit

Because of the lack of sleep he got for so long, Deacon disassociates between himself & his body constantly. At times careless with himself...cracking jokes & laughing in dangerous situations... his brain was teetering the line between being asleep and awake so often he couldn’t tell the difference. (sleep deprivation makes you feel unstoppable...cocky even)

Another thing he lost as a result of Wanderer was being able to sleep standing up, because his body doesn’t need to take over for his mind anymore

Smells faintly of cigarette smoke (mainly because of Dez) and basil and something else that can’t really be placed

He fell in love with a school teacher once, she was the one that taught him how to read

Can write/read French but oh god pronounces every letter like how they sound in English... so he sticks to writing messages to himself that most people think are ramblings of a child when/if found

October is his favorite month... June makes him ache

If he’s not at Wanderer’s side or on his own op, he’ll be at the Church... but after Tea Party? He settles on the couch in Wanderer and Shaun’s home until she convinces him to just move in, they’ve slept in the same room for so long at this point but he can’t fathom having a home again. It’s a hard adjustment

If you look of the definition of a ginger you’d find a picture of him at age 14, the freckles keep coming back no matter how many times he gets them removed

You know how you can catch him spying on you in the settlements? Yeah, he wanted you to see him... but not near 111 or a few other places

He’s the person in the Third Rail that points Wanderer to MacCready before they meet, he can’t have her traveling alone like that when she still so green to the world

In codes, D is for Desdemona and d is for Deacon

If not written, agents that are high enough to know their names say Big D and Little D (Dez hates it but he thinks it’s cute, if not clever)

He tenses ever so slightly when he hears the name John/Johnathan

Holds tension in his jaw like no one else, it’s a wonder his teeth haven’t shattered

Hates the taste of coffee but constantly drinks it

Was a hell of a swing dancer in his youth, now he likes slow dancing though that wasn’t discovered until Wanderer showed up

He’s 37 at the youngest and 45 at the oldest

When he left the gang at 19, they shattered every bone in his left hand & wrist, it aches when it rains

Hides his eyes because they were her favorite part of him, the one thing he can’t change ironically, also the sleep thing. He can’t let people know how tired he is all the time

He was born in Rivet City and his mother was a hairdresser, father a drunkard of a city security officer

His ma taught him how to French braid hair

His last name is Deacon. Baby Shaun is the only one who knows that though... Shaun said “Hey Mr. Deacon” & he said “Hey Mr. Hale” (Wanderer’s last name) & Shaun being the clever kiddo he is, cocked his head to the side connecting some dots cause if his first name was Deacon why would he respond with Shaun’s last one?)

Absolutely fascinated with the old world, collects information and fun facts about that time forgotten which Wanderer feeds into

His favorite thing Wanderer tells him about/teaches him is the proper pronunciation of some words and how to spell others

The man has always had a temper, got it from his dad, he works very hard to keep it under control (I can think of a few pieces of dialogue where he’s talking through gritted teeth, anger threatening to boil over)

At first, he was only by Wanderer’s side so nobody could pull her away from the Railroad - he knows what a game changer she is... but they work so well together and she plays along with his tall tales so often that after a while he forgot about the first part

A terrifyingly good shot, better than MacCready and he’s doing it with sunglasses on

He 100% is John D, the terminal entry where Pinky(?) says a runner was the sole survivor and then immediately tried to get people to go back for documents?? A classic Deacon move

Only smokes in HQ (I’ve actually only seen his idle animation of that in the church and at Mercer) unless he’s in a role or somewhere where Wanderer is comfortable... or is extremely stressed out

He hates Hancock, well not hate- but he’s not on the Christmas card list

Deacon knew Shaun was taken 60 years before Wanderer woke up. He knew and he didn’t tell her and it is the secret he hopes she never finds out

Dee’s gotta special soft spot for Tinker Tom, loves him like a crazy brother

His sniper rifle is named Church Bell, lovingly crafted by Tinker

Not sure how he feels about gen 1’s and 2’s, especially after knowing Nicky V but... if he’s gotta do it

Exclusively refers to Nick Valentine as Nicky V

He knows Preston Garvey has a fat ass crush on Wanderer but has neglected to tell her this little fun fact

Tries to shave his head nearly every morning, when he’s with Wanderer he does so when it’s his turn on watch and she’s asleep

The Railroad is his family, they mean so much but of course he’s always kept everyone distant after what happened with Agamemnon

Deacon has been with the railroad between 14 and 20 years

He genuinely doesn’t like Carrington but he’s not going to avoid going to him if he’s hurt of course

His hands are always warm, which is great cause Wand’s are always cold (being frozen for 210 years will do that to a gal)

Do I need to go into the heights thing??? He hates tagging along to set up MILAs but he’ll be damned if he lets his best friend fall off a roof again

He picked the name; Wanderer (don’t get me started on Project Wanderer and Dez’s “it seems fitting” I’ll rant for so long guys)

Doesn’t like sweet foods but fancy lads is a whole other topic

Open spaces stress him out, too much he can’t see

Non-binary but uses he/him pronouns

Doesn’t drink more than a beer or two, but has an unsettling high tolerance

He won’t ever instigate a relationship beyond what he and Wanderer have, as his va Ryan Alosio put it in an interview, his heart’s been absolutely shattered and he can’t stand the thought of being the cause of someone he loves getting hurt because of him again. He loves her but he can’t

Before he got surgery for the first time, he looked like Ryan (the devs actually tweaked his design to resemble him) his original face looks close to what he has now, not that he remembers what that face looked like

#fallout #fallout 4 #deacon #deacon fallout 4 #i realized this was only on my old blog and hidden sorry to the person who sent me an ask looking for it xx

[taytrashmouth]

Falling for you

Jj Maybank x female reader.

TW: implied sex, swearing, fluff, mentions of underage drinking/smoking and domestic violence

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You grew up living next door to the maybanks, mostly alone, you’re parents worked and weren’t the most reliable.

You first met Jj when you were 10 years old, you heard banging and yelling from next door, so you ran onto the porch to see Mr Maybank beating the shit out of jj.

You were ashamed of yourself but you froze, not knowing what to do. Until you saw Mr Maybank drive away, leaving jj at home.

You walked across the connected yard and up onto their porch.

You knocked on the door, hearing crying from inside. “Go away!” He yelled.

You knocked again.

“What?” He almost screamed as he opened the door, taken aback when he saw you. He always watched you when you stood on your porch painting for hours on end, but he never had the courage to talk to you.

You stared at each other for a moment.

“Do you wanna come over?” You blurted out, unaware of what else to say.

He just nodded and followed you back to your house, less than 30 steps away.

You lead him to your extremely neat bedroom full of beautiful paintings and books, white and green were the most prominent colors as he looked around.

“You painted these?” He asked, although he knew the answer.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite thing to do….other than read.”

He nodded. There was a silence, neither of you knew what to say.

“I heard what happened.” You spoke.

He just looked down.

“My dad does it too you know?”

“What?” He was shocked that someone could bring themselves to hurt such a sweet individual. He has seen you reading in the garden, or sitting by the water on the pier or helping injured animals.

You simply hugged him. He stood for a moment, before tears fell from his eyes and he hugged back.

After that day, you’d occasionally listen to him talk about John B, another pouge or a fish he caught that day. But you were never really that close, but he always remembered the day you hugged him, the day you made him feel like he deserved more than what he was given.

As Jj grew older you admired him a little more, tall, handsome, muscles.

And as you grew jj admired you, he never seemed to commit to a girl but hell- if he had the chance you’d be his forever.

Your long hair, sweet smile, pretty little eyes and the perfect body. You seemed like an Angel where as he seemed to carry trouble around with him.

It was one year at the bonfire, both of you were now 17 when jj saw you through the flames, beer in hand. Everyone was either drinking or smoking, dancing or talking, you sat alone, reading your book, in your own little world.

“Jj!” Pope yelled.

“Yeah.” He snapped back into reality.

“Dude!Are you staring at y/n l/n?” John B scoffed.

Jj was quiet.

“Oh my god dude, there’s no way!” Pope smiled.

“What what?”

“She’s just-“ John B shrugged.

“She’s gorgeous dude, but she’s so…I don’t know nice, you can’t have like a one night stand with her, it’s like throwing away a puppy.” Pope explained

“Imma do it”

Jj thought for a moment before walking over to you, ignoring his friends. He sat down next to you, and your head didn’t move from the pages.

“Hey.” He spoke.

“Oh.” You smiled. “Hi.”

He looked at you for a second before speaking. “Do you maybe wanna hang out with me and my friends for a while?” He asked.

It took you a second to realize he wanted to spend time with you.

You nodded and he helped you up, leading you to John B, pope and Kiara and Sarah who had now joined them.

“This is y/n everybody, and that’s John B, Sarah, pope and kie.” Jj introduced as you waved innocently.

“Hey, hi.” Everyone waved.

“You guys wanna hit the water?” Jj asked and soon enough everyone was on John Bs boat, just riding slowly along the water.

“I really like your top.” You told Sarah and her smile grew wide, immediately telling you about this store she loved.

You smiled and nodded.

“Y/n you want a beer?” Jj asked.

“I’m okay thanks…I don’t drink.” You spoke softly.

They all frowned.

“Just makes me anxious, besides when all of you are falling overboard I’ll be the designated captain.” You smiled and they all chuckled.

The night went on, smiling and talking, enjoying the air. You and jj were lying at the back of the boat playing 20 questions which ended up just being questions.

“Favorite musician ?” Jj asked staring at the sky.

“Mmm, Taylor swift.” You answered and he pushed himself up onto his elbow to look at you.

“Dude!” He exclaimed.

“What!?”

“Really? She’s so- I don’t know.” He sighs.

“Amazing, talented, gorgeous, phenomenal?” You asked. “Come on who’s yours?”

“Metallica.” He lay back down.

“Dude !” You copied.

“What?” He laughed and you just shook your head.

“Nothing they’re a great band.” You laughed again. He smiled at the sound, it gave him butterflies.

The game went on for ages until John B dropped you both off at the pier by your houses.

“Okay okay, but seriously what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” Jj asked.

“Ummm, I haven’t really-“

“Oh come on! Everyone says your so reserved and quiet I think there’s a catch.” Jj added as you both sat on the pier looking at the water.

“You know the cliff, above the water near the center of obx?” I asked and he nodded, “I once did a backflip off of there.”

“Bullshit!” He smiled.

“It is not!” You pushed his shoulder playfully.

“I bet you can’t even do a backflip.”

“Can too!”

“Prove it.” He smirked, cocking his head at the water.

“Fine….on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“I get to paint you….while we listen to Taylor swift.” You smiled.

“Deal.”

You stood up and removed your baggy t-shirt to reveal your stripy bikini top, slipping off your white jean shorts, leaving them on the pier.

You caught jj’s eyes lingering a little too long and prayed he couldn’t see you blush.

“You ready?” You asked him.

“Yeah.” He smiled at you.

You stood at the edge of the pier and pushed off, doing a backflip into the water.

“Shit that’s cold!” You yelled as you surfaced.

“You alright?” Jj asked with genuine concern.

You nodded as he helped you back onto the pier.

“That was great!” He smirked.

“Okay wait here!” You yelled, quickly sprinting to your house to get your speaker and paint.

Pretty soon you were sitting on your porch in your shorts and bikini top, painting jj onto a small canvas.

“You paint people often?” He asked as Taylor swift blared into the night, she wasn’t that bad he thought.

“No! Ive got no one to paint, I mostly paint landscapes, the beach, the outer banks.” You explained.

He watched the way you focused. And smiled to himself.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He shook his head still smiling.

“What?”

“It’s just- you’re really pretty.” He spoke softer then before.

You blushed like crazy as a feeling you’d never experienced flew around inside. A buzz of bliss and admiration.

“Almost done?” Jj asked, clearing his throat.

“No, but I’ve got the basics down, just need to shade and stuff-“ you paused when you head all too well start to play.

You smiled.

“What?” He asked.

“I love this song.”

He almost laughed at your excitement.

You stood up and helped him off the floor as well.

“Dance with me?” You smiled all giddy like a child playing with their favorite toy.

“I don’t dance.” He shook his head.

“Please!” You started swinging his hands.

He sighed heavily as he spun you around, and you giggled happily.

The hold you had over him was unreal, especially considering you barely knew each other.

You mouthed the lyrics dramatically as he laughed. His smile made you happy.

He grabbed your hips and you swayed as the song slowed, and jumped around when it picked up, spinning and singing for 10 whole minutes. Jj hadn’t had this much fun in years.

He saw the sky start to turn orange, signaling the sunrise. “Come on.” He pulled you by the hand towards his house.

“Where are we going?” You asked grabbing your shirt and your book.

“You’ll see!” See smiled and dragged you towards his bike.

He climbed on but you stopped.

“You scared?” He asked.

“A little.”

“Don’t be. I’ve got you.” He spoke in such an assuring manner that you climbed on to the back of the bike, arms loosely around his waist.

As the bike moved forwards your grip tightened dramatically. He smiled, the feeling of you so close made him weak.

Your eyes were shut tightly as you felt the bike climb up hill until the road felt flat again.

“You seeing this?” He shouted over the wind.

You shook your head against his back.

“Oh come on n/n!” He smiled.

The nickname made you flustered as you opened your eyes and saw the sun peaking over the ocean, the sky red and orange.

“It beautiful.” You whispered.

“Perfect for you then.” Jj spoke.

There was that feeling again, and it only heightened as he sped up, climbing higher and higher, up on the island.

You giggled. “WHOOOOHOOOOO.” You screamed and laughed again. Jj laughed too and copied you.

When you reached the highest point in the outer backs jj pulled you to the edge of the cliff where you both sat. Just in time to watch the sunrise.

“This is amazing.” You smiled.

“Isn’t it?”

You both watched the sun on the water for a while in a comfortable silence, legs swinging off the ledge. Feeling more alive than ever.

You turned to jj at the same time he turned to you, realizing how close you were.

He examined your face and you examined his.

He glanced at your lips. “Jj.” You whispered.

“Mm.” He hummed still staring at your lips.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” You spoke so softly, almost embarrassed you looked down.

“Then you’re all mine.” He lifted your chin and your lips collided.

Passion exploding inside of you.

His lips were softer than you expected and he pulled you closer as your hands played with his hair.

you pulled away smiling shyly at him. “You’re beautiful n/n.”

Normally he would be taking you back to his place by now, but you were different than the other girls he’d gone out with. You were sweet, and smart, kind and worth spending time with.

“Thank you…for everything.” You smiled. He frowned. “This is the most fun I’ve had in…forever.”

“Me too.”

~~~~

It only took 2 weeks for you to officially start dating.

Jj quickly became your best friend and you became his.

You would lie under the willow tree behind your houses, his head on your stomach as you read to him. He didn’t admit it but that was his favorite thing to do, hearing you read.

He taught you how to surf, he was cocky at first until you got the hang of it and we’re almost as good as him…almost.

One day you got knocked of your board and something stung you, Jj quickly stopped cheering you on along with pope and Sarah when he noticed your face.

He helped you onto the beach most of your leg was red and purple, and some blood poured from it.

“Shit baby are you okay?” Jj asked, looking more scared than you.

“Yeah just hit some coral or something when I fell.” You spoke, face twisted in pain.

“C-can you walk?” He asked and you simply shook your head.

“Pope call the ambulance.” He spoke firmly.

“Pope!” Jj yelled so frantically both Sarah and pope sprinted to go find help.

Jj was so protective over you it was a little concerning at times.

“Jayj- I’m okay.” You half smiled at him and he shook his head frantically, picking you up bridal style to take you closer to the road where the ambulance would be.

You were fine a week later, and it was no big deal but Sarah swears she’s never seen anyone look as terrified as Jj was that day.

But you had seen him more scared, more protective…only once.

When he saw you sitting by the pier and he walked over to surprise you, only to realise that you were crying as he got closer.

“Hey it’s okay! What’s wrong baby!” He sat down and tried to hug you when he realised your lip was bleeding and you’d eye was black.

He pulled you into him as you sobbed. “Who did this to you?” He asked. Angrier than ever. Who the fuck would lay a finger on his girl. His sweet y/n.

“Was it your dad!?” He asked.

You just nodded. You had held him as he cried many times after an encounter with his father, cleaned him up and told him you loved him many times. But he had never seen you like this.

“I’ll kill him.” He stood up.

“Jayj- he left, gone to Vegas or some shit!” You called.

All these bad experiences only made you love him more.

But so did the good times. Like when he took you dancing by the beach. Or when you’d paint and he’d just talk to you like nothing else mattered, or when you’d get a new outfit or a bikini and he’d tell you that you were gorgeous and kiss you like it was the first time.

Or when he took you fishing, he would fish and you would read.

Or when he finally admitted that he’d become a swiftie and that it was strictly between the two of you.

Jj swore you were an Angel that was sent to even out his evil. When he got angry you’d calm him down, you’d make sure he never smoke or drink too much, you kept him healthy.

~~~~

About 6 months into your relationship jj decided to tease you a little. While you were cooking he hugged you from behind and you smiled.

“I love you.” He whispered. “I love you too.” You answered.

“Stand over there.” He pointed to a spot in the lounge.” Before you could ask why he gave you a look that said trust me.

So you did.

“What now?” You asked as he stood in front of you.

“This.” He whispered as he smiled, slamming you into the wall, pinning you there while his other hand grabbed your thigh and wrapped it around his hip. He smiled into the kiss and you smiled wider and slid out from his grasp giggling like a little kid.

He remembered that from one of your books.

“You like that?” He asked as you were still flustered.

You nodded excitedly.

“Let’s do that again.” You pointed to your bedroom. “In there.” You smirked.

His eyes widened. “You sure you’re ready n/n?” He asked, you’d been putting it off for months, scared because it was new.

But you knew jj was who you wanted to be with forever. “Because you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He spoke.

It only made you more sure you were ready.

“I’m sure let’s goooo.” You smiled walking towards your room.

“Not gonna say no to that.”

You were safe with him and he was safe with you.

Sure he was loud and you were quiet, he was messy and you were neat. And sure you seemed like polar opposites but he was yours.

It was the silly things he did that allowed you to loosen up a little, be more like yourself and be less reserved. The way you joked with each other or the way you jumped up and down when you were excited, the way he licked your cheek and you lick him back with a frown. The way he’d grab your ass in public just to make you jump. Or how you’d drag him around the bookstore for hours.

It just worked.

#jj x reader #outer banks #jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank #pouges #soft reader #sarah cameron #john booker routledge #pope heyward #kiara outer banks

[wolfsbanesparks]

Hey Wolf, hear me go crazy for a moment, will ya?

I just found out/heard that Guy Gardner used to be a social worker/teacher in some versions before becoming a green latern??? Him being a either of those surprises me a lot, but what surprises me more is that we haven't seen any of that kind of interaction with Billy! Imagine that! Billy Batson having to attend summer school and assigned a mentor to help kids like him get on the right track in life, and of all people he gets assigned Guy flipping Gardner.

It'd be funny if it didn't take long at all for him to find out Billy was Captain Marvel, and bc he was supposed to be a mentor to the kid, keeps it a secret, but totally brags about knowing Cap's secret identity to the league and being better than them.

Oh! He could even help Billy fight Mr. Mind! alongside a very annoyed Hal Jordan and John Stewart, hahahaha

I know nothing much about the Green Laterns, but this sounds like so much that I'd research all the comics just to write this

I knew the second you said "let me go crazy" that I would enjoy the scenario!

I don't know too much about Guy, but him being a teacher and/or a social worker is really cool!

This whole set up of Guy being Billy’s tutor/mentor is even more hilarious if you include the fact that Cap and Guy had a very antagonistic rivalry/feud when the were on the JLI together. Like it was full on name calling, bickering, petty revenge. Guy exclusively referred to him as Captain Whitebread for a while.

So adding that to him mentoring Billy would set up some really fun interactions. I can just imagine him figuring out Billy’s secret ID only to have an existential crisis about having beef with a 10 year old.

But he would still brag about knowing Cap's secret ID, no question about that. But people would think he was lying/not believe him because of their rocky relationship. He could literally say Cap is a kid, show them a picture of Billy, show them a video of the transformation, and people would still think he was just trying to mess with them and Cap. Guy knows this, but Billy refuses to take that chance.

So Guy will be like "finish your homework and no one finds out you’re a literal child"

And Billy will grumble about it, but do as he's told. He still messes with Guy though both as Billy and as Cap.

#billy batson #shazam #dc captain marvel #guy gardner #green latern #ask me whatever you want y'all #dc comics #i really need to read my green lantern stuff #i love everything i learn about them

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It's crazy how kids these days don't think that flatscan is a slur. Most of your parents are human you literally wouldn't exist without them.

😈worldlimbochampion

Oh so now the Mr. Sinister fanblog is going to preach to us?

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Hey has anyone tried smoking thr krakoan plants. Like, can you smoke one of the portals?

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healing gardens

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Can't believe I got decimated and it turns out the Scarlet Witch isn't even Magneto's kid. What was that all about then?

💗andyoullmissit

I think she's his kid again. Kinda. It's complicated

💣mutant-magnet

Leave Magneto alone he's a single dad of 2-6 kids lmao

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OMG I just found out that Serafina Hayes is a mutant! She's the pen name for St. John Allerdyce, who actually lives on the island! I can't believe I could actually meet him!

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St. John Allerdyce is actually super problematic. He used to associated with Fred Dukes, who is incredibly homophobic (callout post here)

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You literally spoke to Fred at the Green Lagoon this morning?

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girl both of them were terrorists

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#like truly who wasn't? grow up

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Okay listen... You can't spell MLF without- no I shan't say it

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Then I will

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Stop reblogging this

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This is just mean

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We need to get Cyclops on here he's a natural born poster I just know it.

#this is based on nothing i can just feel it

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💪🏻otherotherguthrie

The only reason that posts like the "down with flatscans bus" post exist is because the people making them would make a down with mutants bus if they could

🌌what-is-a-neo

i mean there was a down with mutants bus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but there very much was a down with mutants bus.

#also i would totally make a down with flatscans bus

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They should make the theme for the next hellfire gala camp, I want to see Tony Stark squirm

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💪🏻otherotherguthrie

I just saw Wolverine run by naked and growling? Hello?

💪🏻otherotherguthrie

Right in front of my salad?

😈worldlimbochampion

That happens sometimes

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Wait, which Wolverine?

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You know which one.

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Why do the X-Men always say "hope you survive the experience" brother I will just die

#x men

[shares-a-vest]

Happy Christmas Eve! Have a ficlet about Eddie terrorising Steve's parents. I had this half-written for @unclewaynemunson's Advent Calendar but I never finished it in time for a prompt

'Christmas Jailbreak, 1986'

"Harrington residence," Steve answers, his phone-voice up-ticking like it does at work. "Steve speaking."

"Oh good, it is you," comes Eddie's cheerful voice before pivoting to comical seriousness as he adds, "Meet me in your bedroom in fifteen minutes."

The line goes dead. Steve frowns, holding the kitchen phone as he mother rushes past with a roast. He rolls his eyes at her ridiculous dress, green with a big red bow at the front that matches with the Christmas decorations.

By the time Steve finally gets to his bedroom, it’s been at least half an hour. Immediately after the movie-like cold call from his boyfriend, Steve was instructed by his mother to serve drinks as Christmas dinner was ready. As always her tone had a sense of urgency laced with disappointment that he wasn't the perfect host like she was. Meanwhile his father sat at the head of the table like the King Douchebag he was, regaling his grandmother and great aunt Doris with boring work tales and doing fuck-all else.

Eddie is just there waiting, clad in black as always, with snow kissed cheek and misty hair laying back on the freshly ironed plaid bedspread, flicking through a Playboy. Just like he would do any time he was waiting for Steve to finish his nightly hair routine and come to bed. Something he hadn't been able to do since before Thanksgiving, all because Mr and Mrs Neglectful-And-Emotionally-Inept were actually residing over their kingdom for once.

Steve rushes over and snatches the magazine from him, throwing it clean under his bed.

"Hey! I was reading that!"

Steve shushes him before grinning, "No, you weren’t."

"So you don’t buy it for the articles then?" he teases, straightening up and smiling, dimples on full display.

Steve leans down and kisses him.

"I’ve missed you," he says, sadder than he'd intended as he runs his hand up Eddie’s arm suggestively.

"Came to save you from your Christmas nightmare fortress, Rapunzel," he smiles,pecking him on the cheek. "Or crash this thing and terrorise your parents. Take your pick."

"Fuck it," Steve smiles.

He was all ready to go live with Eddie and Wayne in their new trailer anyway when his parents left again. They'd planned on going away for New Year's but Steve thinks they might go the second they shove the oldies out the door, so what was the difference of perhaps mere hours?

"Your getaway chariot awaits, princess," Eddie says, rolling off the bed and taking a bow. "Are you giving me full permission to wreck the Harrington Christmas Dinner?"

"What can I say, I’m in the festive spirit," he says through laughs as Eddie bear-hugs him. "Just don’t do anything that will make my dad call the cops."

Eddie pulls away and mock gasps as he clutches his chest. "Never, Stevie."

Wasting no time, Steve slings his overnight bag over his shoulder, rolls his nail bat from under the bed, tucks Eddie’s Christmas present under his arm.

"Uh-oh…" Eddie soon gulps, looking beyond Steve to the bedroom door. And there she is, his mother. Looking into the room with the same disgusted expression she had on the countless occasions she’d walked in on Steve making out with a girl.

"What the hell is going on in here?" she demands, practically clutching at the door frame as she recoils away from Eddie.

"Hi, Mrs Harrington," Eddie says, bowing.

As Steve makes for the bedroom door, he grabs Eddie’s hand and tugs him into the hall.

"Bye, Mom!"

"Like the dress, Mrs H!" Eddie calls behind them as they run down the stairs.

"John! That Munson boy is in our house!" Mrs Harrington shrieks from upstairs as they reach the bottom of the staircase.

Steve catches a glimpse of his father, sitting like the douchebag king he is at the head of the dining table.

"Steven!"

Steve looks at Eddie, shrugs and gives a smirk. Eddie chews at his bottom lip for a second and cranes his neck to peek into the dining room.

"What are you doing?" his father demands. Steve can tell he is willing himself not to shout in front of guests. "What is your mother shouting about?"

Steve snorts a laugh. Of course, his father wasn't even listening, despite his mother positively screaming upstairs.

"Oh," Eddie says, a devilish smile creeping across his face as he dramatically tiptoes towards the dining room. "This is Mr Harrington."

Steve's grandma and great-aunt sit in stunned silence as the young man dressed in leather rounds the table to stand beside John Harrington’s seat at the head of the table as Steve stands in the archway.

"Don’t tell Mrs H but, I’ve been in your house a lot, Johnny Boy."

As he passes Doris, he leans forward and picks up her crystal aperitif glass. He chugs it, a little red liquid spilling from his mouth as he grimaces. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before flicking it, probably hoping for a permanent red spot on the cream carpet.

"Yuck, sherry," he says with a theatrical shiver before leaning down to whisper in a terrified Doris’ ear, "Tastes cheap too."

Steve barks out a laugh, knowing his mother buys the bottom-shelf stuff for Doris, but promptly covers his mouth as he catches his father’s furious eye.

"Weren’t you in prison?" John asks, side-eyeing Eddie and leaning away as if to avoid any potential physical contact.

"Nah," he says looking over the elaborate table and pursing his lips in thought. "The Satanic murder charges didn’t quite stick. Thanks to your son, actually."

Eddie winks at Steve and now his father truly looks confused. They stare at each other for a moment and soon Steve swears he sees the moment a light bulb goes off in his father’s head. He leans forward with a warning finger at his son. He merely shrugs as John’s eyes narrow.

Eddie plucks a baked potato directly off his plate as Mr Harrington stares at Steve’s nailed baseball bat.

"Jesus Christ!" Steve says, amazed at the show and entirely forgetting that he is literally fleeing his home hand-in-hand with his boyfriend.

"Son!" his father warns before forcing an unconvincing smile. "Get this idiot out of here."

Steve shrugs again. He guesses he’ll intervene if he absolutely, one hundred percent needs to. But in the meantime…

Eddie licks the potato and places it back on John’s plate, making sure to smear it thoroughly through the obscene serving of gravy. He picks up another, examining it.

"So many things I want to say…" Eddie says, goading as he looms over John, who’s leaning so far away that Steve is sure he’ll topple off his chair at any moment. "... But I won’t. Come on."

He tugs on Steve’s arm as he chomps down on as much of the potato as he can get in his mouth in one bite. They exit the dining room, leaving murmurs and a bristling John Harrington behind.

"Moving in with Eddie, bye!" Steve says rapidly as he passes his mother standing at the foot of the stairs, white-knuckling the bannister.

"The potatoes are great, Mrs H!" Eddie calls, potato-spittle flying out of his mouth.

"Charming introduction," Steve laughs as they walk out the front door.

Eddie continues chewing and eventually swallows with a struggling gulp.

"Parents love me," he chokes. "Should I go back in and get on the table?"

#hating steve's parents: christmas edition #writing eddie terrorising steve's parents is a self-indulgent christmas present to myself #if this is carppily edited whoops im kinda drunk #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie christmas #lilys ficlets #harrington family TM

[atlantis-archive]

Moliere Digs Dirt!

Written and lettered by: Michael Stewart Pencils by: Al Bigley Inks by: Jeff Albrecht Colors: John Green Published in: Disney Adventures Collector’s Issue! Atlantis: The Lost Empire Volume 11, Number 6 (pg.76-79). Publisher: Buena Vista Magazines Inc. Publication date: circa July 2001.

Text:

Page 1: Mole: [No1 Stay back!] [Why do you do this to Moliere?] [Why?] Vinny: [You've had this coming for a long time--] [--and now you're going to get it!] Audrey: [You can't escape from us this time, Mole!] Mole: [Not the bath! Anything but that!]

Page 2, Panel 1: Mole: [Please--I am a Digger!] [Dirt is my life!] Panel 2: Vinny: [Who's got him?] Audrey: [Grab him!] Cookie: [Lemme at him!] Sweet: [Watch out!] Helga: [Move in!] Mole: [Hah! Again I slip away from the mob!] Panel 3: Sweet: [Mmmph!] Audrey: [There he goes!] Helga: [-:sigh:- It's only a bath.]

Page 3, Panel 1: Milo: [Hey, what's all the excitement?] sfx: KRAK Vinny: [Oof!] Sweet: [Company halt!] Audrey: [That Milo is a genius--] [--at being in the wrong place at the wrong time!] Helga: [And to think--] [--we've accomplished dangerous missions all over the world...] Panel 2: Mole: [I will never was the dirt from my body!] [Some of it dates back to when I was but a small child!] [These are cherished memories!] Panel 3: Milo: [Er...sorry, Vinny.] Vinny: [Oooh. I always liked Fireworks--] [--just not going of inside my head...] Panel 4: Narrator: [On the bridge...] Rourke: [Any report on Operation Scrubadub, Mrs. Packard?] Packard: [Huh? Oh--Moliere's bath!] [Nah, they haven't caught the grungy little guy yet.] sailor: [Big problem up ahead, Commander Rourke!]

Page 4, Panel 1: Narrator: [Meanwhile...] Milo: [Hah ha ha! I have made another unclean getaway! Panel 2: sfx: CLICK Mole: [Sacre bleu!] Panel 3: Mole: [No! No! No! No!] Audrey: [Get ready for the scrubbing of a lifetime!] Helga: [Wait--listen!] [A message from the bridge!] Panel 4: siren: [RED ALERT! RED ALERT!] Mole: [Ack!] Audrey or Vinny: [Let's go, people!] Panel 5: Mole: [You see? Sometimes you can lead a mole to water, but you cannot make him use soap!] Narrator: [The end!] [Turn to page 80 to find out about the red alert!]

Notes:

This occurs after Audrey Let's Off Some Steam!, presumably while Milo is still looking for the sleeping quarters.

#2001 #July 2001 #Disney Adventures #Buena Vista Magazines Inc. #story #comic #media #Ulysses #Gaetan “Mole” Molière #Jebidiah Allardyce “Cookie” Farnsworth #Audrey Rocio Ramirez #Joshua Strongbear Sweet #Helga Katrina Sinclair #Vincenzo “Vinny” Santorini #sailor #Milo James Thatch #Lyle Tiberius Rourke #Wilhelmina Bertha Packard

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 156

warnings: nsfw, john’s pov (i love how that’s a warning lmao) HMH Masterlist

The shop is always so peaceful and quiet in the mornings. The sun peeks in through the windows and shines on the the floor, leaving the shadows of the window panes. The plants that Y/N bought look so nice and green in the sunlight, and they add some color to the shop. I told her that the shop doesn’t need any more plants, but who am I to say no to her? She’s just too damn cute.

I grab the watering can and fill it up with some water in the bathroom, then I stop and turn around to head into the office to grab the plant food Y/N bought for the plants. I can already hear her right now telling me to ‘feed her babies’. I smile a little when I think about her, then I add a few drops of the liquid to the water and slosh it around to mix it up before I head back out to water the plants.

Looking over at the door, I see Tony knocking on the door to be let in, so I set the watering can aside and walk over to unlock the door.

“Hey, Mr. Wick.” Tony says, and I let out a small laugh. He shakes his head and laughs, “John, sorry. It just feels wrong sometimes.”

“No worries.” I grab the watering can and finish watering the plants that are littered throughout the shop, then I wave when Katie walks in, “Hey.”

Katie smiles as she shuts the door, “Surprised to see you here.”

“Yeah,” I laugh as I look at her, “Grace has to take her mom to an appointment this morning, so I’m just opening until she’s able to come in.”

“How’s the Mrs. and the little munchkin?”

I smile at the thought of my beautiful girls back home waiting for me, “They’re good. Both were fast asleep when I left this morning. Ro is cutting another tooth, so it was a sleepless night for all of us last night, which isn’t great since we have Ronan’s nine month checkup this afternoon.”

“Oh,” Katie grimaces, then she nods as she walks over to me, “My nephew is teething. I know how hard that is. My condolences.”

“Thanks. I’ll pass them along.” I smile, then I look over at Tony as he begins to go through a box of books we just got. I walk over to change to the sign on the door to let people know we’re open, then I take another quick walk around the shop to make sure everything is in place.

There’s a new shipment of toys and books for the kid’s section, so I walk into the office and grab it so I can put them out on the shelves. I smile when I open the box and see the stuffed animals inside, and I grab out the little pig and set it aside for a very special girl who I know will love it. I grab out several stuffed animals and clip them to the rope for toys, then I set books out on the display before I stand back and admire my work a little.

There’s a few things that I need to get done this morning; just some more shipments of new books and things, and I also need to make the schedule for next week, then I can finally head home to see my girls.

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Since Grace came in a little early, I was able to get out early as well, which is great since Y/N probably needs my help to get Ro ready for the day. It’s only a little after 10, so I decide to call her to see if she’s eaten anything yet--I know Ro will have eaten by now, but Y/N tends to forget about herself.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi, are you on your way home?”

I smile as I nod, “I am, I just wanted to call and see if you’ve eaten yet.”

“I just fed Bug, now we’re laying in bed just relaxing.”

I nod my head again since I know she hasn’t eaten, “Okay, well, I’ll be home in about 15 minutes.”

Y/N laughs when Ronan babbles loudly into the phone, “She said that she wants you to hurry up because she misses her daddy.”

“Well, I’ll be there soon,” I laugh, turning down the street to the bagel shop, “I love you.”

“Don’t take too long, I miss you!”

Nodding my head, I laugh a little, “I miss you too. I’ll be there shortly.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“I love you too, peach.”

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Walking into the house, I smile when Bleu trots over to greet me, then he runs back to the stairs and looks at me, like he’s telling me that the girls are upstairs. I follow him upstairs and smile when I turn the corner and see Y/N standing in front of the mirror as she fixes her romper thing she’s wearing.

“Hi.” I smile, and she looks over at me and perks up. She has a little hop in her step as she walks over and wraps her arms around my waist, then she kisses me several times before she leans back and looks down to see that I have stuff in my hands, “I bought you breakfast.”

“What? Baby, that’s so sweet.” she smiles as she looks up at me, then she stands on her tiptoes to kiss me again. “Ro is napping right now, but she should be up soon.”

I nod my head as I hand the bag and orange juice to her, “Go eat. I can get her when she’s up.”

“Best man ever,” she smiles, and I pat her behind as she walks past. She turns around and scrunches her eyebrows, “Aren’t you coming with me? She won’t be up for another 15 minutes, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, I’m coming with.” I laugh, and she smiles as she turns around and heads downstairs with me behind her. She sits down on the couch and looks up at me with big curious eyes, and I laugh, “What?”

Y/N shakes her head as she shrugs, then she reaches in for her bagel and sees there’s one for me as well. She hands it to me and sits back on the couch as she begins to pulls pieces off. It’s a little habit that she has which I find adorable--instead of just biting into the bagel like most, she’ll pull off small parts and eat them.

“How’s the shop? Oh, did you water the plants?”

“I did,” I nod as I look at her, “I even put the plant food in it.”

Y/N smiles as she looks at me, “Thank you. They’re getting big, aren’t they?”

“They are. The one has really long vines that are starting to hang down.”

“Ooh, I can cut them off and make a whole new plant.” she says, and I smile as I reach over to wipe away the cream cheese on her lip. “The shop was good though?”

I nod, leaning forward to take a drink of her orange juice, “Yeah, Tony and Katie came in, then Grace came in a little later since her mom had an appointment.”

Y/N hums as she nods, “That’s why she was coming in late. I completely forgot. I wanted to send her and her mom some flowers because she’s starting chemo, I should do that now.”

“Baby,” I put my hand out and stop her from getting up, “Sit down.”

Y/N widens her eyes a little as she sits back down, “What?”

“Just sit down,” I laugh as she looks at me as her eyes grow sad, “I just want to sit with you for a few minutes.”

A smile spreads across her face as she moves closer to me, “You just want me to yourself?”

“Yes!” I laugh as I nod, then I pull her closer to kiss her a few times. I lean back to look at her as she keeps her eyes closed and smiles softly, then she opens her eyes and pecks me quickly before she finishes her bagel. “After Ro’s appointment in a bit, I have somewhere I want to bring you two. I just heard about it the other day, so I wanted to surprise my girls, but I knew you’d think it was weird if I started driving in the opposite direction of home after we leave the doctor.”

Y/N perks up and smiles, “A surprise?”

“Yup.” I nod, then I lean over to kiss her. I look over my shoulder when I hear Bleu whimpering at the top of the stairs to let me know Ronan is awake, then I kiss Y/N again before I get up.

“Give me a hint!” Y/N says as she kneels on the couch, and I look over at her and shake my head before I head upstairs. “Ugh! You’re the worst!”

I laugh as I look at her, “You just said I was the best man ever five minutes ago.”

“Okay, well, you are the best man ever,” she says, smiling as sweet as she can so I’ll give her a hint, but I shake my head and continue walking upstairs.

Pushing the door open to Ronan’s room, I smile and wave at her as she stands up and reaches up for me. I walk over to turn off her noise machine, then I get a new diaper out since she’ll need to be changed.

“Hey, Bug.” I smile as I walk over to get her from her crib, and I hug and kiss her as she stretches out a little. “You’re stinky.”

“She gets that from you.” Y/N says as she walks in, then she smiles and waves at Ronan before I lay her down to change her.

I make noises and faces at Ronan to keep her from getting fussy while I change her diaper, then I quickly put a new one on and look over to see what Y/N is picking for Ronan to wear. She holds up a little onesie that is a pale pink, then she grabs something else, but I don’t know what they’re called.

“Look at these,” Y/N smiles, holding up the outfit for Ronan, “Tess bought it the other day.”

“What are those called?”

Y/N scrunches her face up as she thinks, “Uh, I don’t know. I think my mom always called them bloomers. I just call them ruffle butt shorts.”

I laugh as I look down at Ronan, then I hold her as she stands up in front of me. Y/N pulls the onesie over Ronan’s head and gets her arms through it, then she snaps it closed before she pulls on the little shorts with the ruffles on the butt.

“So pretty!” she smiles as Ronan squeals.

“No bow today?” I ask, and Y/N scoffs as she shakes her head since we both know Ronan will just rip it off. “How was she this morning?”

Y/N grabs out the little sandals for Ronan, then she sets them aside before she grabs her things to pack for the day, “Uh, pretty good actually. After you left this morning, I went back to bed since she was still sleeping, then she finally woke up around…8. She ate, we played, then she went down for her nap. She’s been good. Still drooling quite a bit.”

“How are you?” I ask, and Y/N stands up straight and looks at me. “How are you, mom? Are you still hungry?”

“No.” she shakes her head and smiles as she walks over to me, then she places her hand on the back of my neck and pulls me down to her lips, “How did I get so lucky?”

I laugh as I shake my head, “I ask myself how I got so lucky every day.”

Ronan babbles as Y/N and I look into each other’s eyes, then we look at her and smile when she bounces in my arms.

“Who’s this big guy, huh?” Y/N asks, and Ronan giggles, “Is that your daddy? Your dada?”

A smile spreads across my face when I hear Ronan babbling and saying ‘dada’ over and over, and I smother her little face in kisses. She tilts her head back and giggles loudly when I tickle her, then she looks at her momma and reaches for her.

“Oh, I’ll protect you!” she laughs as she takes her, then she makes a loud chomping noise in the crook of her neck as Ronan giggles loudly. Y/N leans back to look at Ronan as she laughs, then she looks over at me.

“Man, she’s really starting to look like you.” I laugh as I look at them, then I shake my head, “I think she’s momma’s twin lately.”

Y/N smiles as she looks over at Ronan, “It’s the dimple in the right cheek. She still looks just like her daddy. She’s gorgeous.”

“She is,” I nod, then I cup Y/N’s cheek, “So are you, peach. You look beautiful today.”

“It’s makeup and coffee,” she says as we laugh, then she nods, “Lots of makeup.”

I shake my head and lean down to kiss her, “It’s not. You’re just beautiful, baby.”

Y/N leans back and smiles at me, “Thank you, handsome.”

“Now because of this surprise, the only hint I’ll give you is that maybe you should bring a change of clothes for bug.” I say, and Y/N perks up, “It’s an outside surprise.”

“Am I dressed okay?” she asks, looking down at her outfit before she looks up at me.

I nod my head and smile, “Definitely. I just thought you’d want to bring a change of clothes for her in case she gets dirty. I’m gonna need some pictures of my girls, but we can take those right away before she gets dirty.”

Y/N cocks up her eyebrow and smirks, “I’m very curious.”

“You’re gonna love it.” I smile at her, then I leave the room.

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Ronan’s appointments always make me so nervous, Y/N as well. We both know that Ronan is a happy and healthy little girl, but there’s always that small fear that something could be wrong with her. An underlying illness we don’t know about. It stresses us out.

Y/N is holding Ronan in her lap as best as she can since she’s fighting to be put down, but as soon as she lets go of her, she’ll open every cupboard in here. She scoots her up in her arms as Ronan fusses a little, and I lean over to tickle Ronan’s belly and hopefully calm her down. The door finally opens as Doctor Marlene walks in, and I reach out to shake her hand before she sits down on the chair and places Ronan’s chart in her lap.

“Hi, Ronan.” she smiles as she reaches out to tickle her tummy, and Ronan cries as she squirms, “You can put her down.”

“Are you sure? She’s a handful.” Y/N grimaces, “She’ll get into everything.”

Doctor Marlene laughs as she reaches over and tugs on the cupboards, “Baby proof.”

Y/N lets Ronan off her lap, but she keeps her eye completely fixed on her until I reach over and pat her thigh a little to calm her down.

“Alright,” Doctor Marlene inhales and opens the chart as she sets it on the desk, “Is she eating well?”

“Oh, yeah.” Y/N laughs as we look at each other, “She’s been eating a variety of baby foods, but she still gets formula. She’s drinking from a sippy cup. We’ve even managed to get her to drink from a real cup a few times, we’re very proud.”

Doctor Marlene chuckles, “Oh, that’s always so exciting though. How’s her sleep? She sleeping okay?”

“Yeah,” I nod as Y/N smiles, “She sleeps through the night, maybe once or twice she’ll fuss a little and one of us will go soothe her, but for the most part, she’s doing good. Getting two naps during the day as well.”

“Good, good.” she nods, then she looks at us again, “How’s the poopy diapers? Consistency and color been changing a bit with the introduction of foods?”

I laugh as Y/N looks at me and raises her eyebrows, “Yeah, got a bit of a scare the other day when I changed her and noticed her…poop wasn’t the right color. Y/N had to remind me that we had been feeding Ronan peas for a few days.”

“Hey, we’ve all been there,” Doctor Marlene laughs, and we all look over at Ronan as she toddles around the room, “I see she’s walking really well. When did that start?”

“June 14th,” I say, and Y/N smiles softly when I look at her, “We were sitting in the living room playing, and next thing we knew she was walking over to us after she had crawled away.”

“Hmm, so she’s sitting with no support, pulling herself up, and walking,” Doctor Marlene smiles, then she looks over at Ronan when she says ‘dada’ and walks to me, “And saying ‘dada’.”

Y/N laughs and reaches over to pinch Ronan’s cheek, “Her first word, of course. ‘Mama’ wasn’t far behind though, I have to brag a little.”

Doctor Marlene smiles, then she inhales deeply, “Well, let’s get the worst part over with.”

I sit back and watch as the doctor lifts up Ronan and sets her on the scale, then she quickly jots down on her chart. She looks over her shoulder at Y/N and smiles when she gets up to help. I would walk over to help, but the room is small and I don’t want to crowd around them.

“26 inches.” Y/N laughs, then she looks over at me, “I think she’s gonna be short.”

“Just like her mom.” I smile, and Y/N looks over at me again as she smiles.

Ronan giggles when Y/N picks her up and holds her, then she squeals loudly as Y/N laughs and walks over to sit with me. Doctor Marlene sits back down and smiles as she looks through Ronan’s chart, then she looks up at Ronan and pinches her chunky leg.

“She needs one shot today.” she says, and I nod as I look over at Ronan in Y/N’s lap, “Just one quick little shot, and you’re free to go. She’s usually good with her shots.”

“She is,” Y/N smiles as she kisses Ronan’s cheek, then she hands her to me since I’m closer to the doctor.

I take Ronan and set her in my lap, then I hold her legs a little since she’s kicking them. Doctor Marlene starts to sing and dance a little as she squeezes Ronan’s legs and arms to keep her in a good mood, then she gets the needle ready and smiles at Ronan.

Doctor Marlene sings to distract Ronan, then she smiles and gives her the shot, “Boop!”

Ronan stares at the doctor for a moment with her wide brown eyes, then she kicks her legs and laughs. Y/N leans over to kiss her cheek, then she smiles as she looks up at me.

Doctor Marlene laughs, “Such a good kiddo. You’re all set!”

“Thank you.” Y/N smiles as she gets Ronan dressed.

“Enjoy this weather, it’s gorgeous today.” she says, then she waves at Ronan, “Bye-bye.”

Ronan looks up at the doctor and waves, then she squeals and looks up at Y/N as she pulls her little bloomers back on. She puts Ronan on her hip and turns around to look at me, then she smiles and leans down to kiss me.

“Ready?”

“Yup,” I stand up and hold the door open for my girls, then I smile as they walk out and look at me.

Even though Ronan’s eyes are brown like mine, she looks so much like her mom when I look into her eyes. They both have this curiosity in them, and they both can bring me to my knees. I love them so much, and I couldn’t imagine my life without my girls.

“Now onto my surprise,” I say, and Y/N looks at me and grins as she squints her eyes, still trying her hardest to guess.

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Both of the girls fell asleep on the drive, but to be fair, it was almost an hour long drive and neither of them got much sleep last night. I almost contemplated just driving back home since they’re so tired, but I know Y/N would probably be upset and feel bad since she’d think she’d ruined my big surprise or something.

I park the car and turn it off before I reach over and gently rub the back of my hand against Y/N’s cheek to wake her up, and I smile when she inhales deeply and opens her eyes a little.

“Oh god, I fell asleep.” she whispers, then she looks over at me and laughs, “That’s embarrassing.”

“You’re tired.” I smile at her as I shrug, “It’s okay.”

Y/N yawns as she sits up, then she pulls down the visor so she can check herself in the mirror. She rotates her neck a little and looks over her shoulder to check on Ronan, then she smiles at me before she looks around to see we’re in a parking lot.

“Oh, our surprise?”

“Yup,” I nod, then I pucker my lips for a kiss. She smiles as she leans over to kiss me, then she cups my face and leans back to look at me. I give her another kiss before we both look back at Ronan as she begins to make noise, then I kiss the palm of Y/N’s hand. “I’ll get her.”

Getting out of the car, I pop the trunk and open the back door to get Ronan out, then I kiss her cheek and bring her to the back so I can change her diaper. Y/N looks around as she stands next to me, and I smile when she stands on her tiptoes to get a look at where we are.

“Nice try,” I laugh, and Y/N scoffs and playfully rolls her eyes. “You only have to wait a few more minutes.”

Y/N points at the stroller, silently asking if we need it, and I nod my head since we probably will. I’ll push it if Ronan ends up wanting to walk, but most likely she’ll get tired from walking after a while. Y/N smiles when I put Ronan in the stroller, then she watches as I grab Ro’s bag and her purse and stuff them into the basket under the stroller.

“Alright…” I smile at Y/N, and I place my hand on her back as we begin to walk. “Have any idea?”

“To be honest…” Y/N laughs as she shakes her head, “No.”

I smile as I lean down to kiss her, then I look around before I move my hand down to her ass and squeeze it. I spank her a few times as we walk through the parking lot, and Y/N shakes her head and laughs quietly.

“You look so good today.” I whisper to her, and she raises her eyebrows and looks up at me. “Maybe mom and dad can have some alone time later?”

“I was really hoping for that.” she smiles, nodding her head.

I place my hand on her back again as we walk up to the gate, and I see Y/N perk up more as I walk over to pay for our tickets. The woman behind the counter leans up to see Ronan in the stroller, then she smiles before she slides two tickets across for me and Y/N.

I give the woman a smile and wave as we walk through the gate, then I turn around and look at Ronan, “You’re free because you’re so little!”

“Thank god…” Y/N laughs, “12 bucks for a toddler is ridiculous!”

Shaking my head, I let out a small laugh as I walk over to Y/N and kiss her. She smiles as she looks at me, then she looks around and perks up when she looks into the distance.

“Is that…”

“500…thousand sunflowers.” I say, Y/N gasps as she looks over at me, “And guess what? We can even pick some to take home. They have seeds too that we can take home and plant.”

Y/N smiles as she looks around, then she points, “There’s even a little barnyard.”

“See why I wanted to bring a change of clothes for bug?” I ask, and she nods her head and laughs, “I want to get some pictures of us all first, then we can change her. I should have brought Bleu. We could take some family pictures here today.”

When Y/N sees the petting zoo with goats, she gasps loudly and grabs my arm, yanking me along with her. I push Ronan’s shoulder, laughing as I try to keep up with my wife.

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Pressing a kiss to Ronan’s cheek, I rock her back and forth, then I smile when Y/N leans up to kiss her too. She rubs her hand over Ronan’s hair and smiles, then she kisses her again before I lay her down in her crib.

Y/N walks over and stands by the door and smiles when I look at her, then she gestures to the kitchen. I nod my head and look back down at Ronan, then I walk over to turn on her nightlight and noise machine before I close the door behind me a little.

From the top of the stairs, I can see the slightest glimpse of Y/N as she cleans up the mess in the kitchen, so I head down to help her.

She’s been a little more quiet since we got home, and she keeps staring at me and looking away when I look at her. I feel like there might be something weighing on her mind, and I want her to be open and talk with me about it.

“She down?”

“Out like a light.” I laugh, then I reach over to grab the condiments on the counter to put them away. “Are you tired?”

Y/N sighs, “A little, but I feel like I won’t be able to sleep again tonight. She’s been good today and her teeth aren’t bothering her too bad, but I just…don’t think I’ll sleep that well tonight.”

“Are you okay?” I ask as I look at her, and she nods, wiping down the counter with a wet rag. “Baby…”

“I’m okay.” she says as she looks up at me.

I hold her gaze for a moment, then I walk over to put away the clean dishes. I bump into Y/N’s backside when she moves, and I spank her a few times as she quietly laughs.

Usually I’d get some cheeky comment from her, or she’d just bend over the counter so I’d spank her again, but she just smiles and moves past. Very unlike her.

I watch as Y/N stands at the counter for a moment and looks around, probably thinking of what she’s going to clean next, and I walk over and stand behind her. I reach up to move her hair off her shoulder, then I lean down and kiss her neck, hoping like hell she’s going to give me the invitation to take this further. She tilts her head back against my chest and smiles--that’s a yes--and I look down as I move my hands up to her breasts. She’s only wearing a tank top since it was a little warmer in the house when we got home earlier, and I can see she’s not wearing a bra.

Reaching up, I pull the strap of her tank top down to reveal her breast, then I caress it in my hand before I twist and roll her nipple between my finger and thumb. Y/N lets out a small breath as she leans back against my chest, then she looks down and watches as I pull the other strap of her tank top down. I suck and kiss on her neck as she leans back in my arms, then I turn her around and lift her onto the counter.

We maintain eye contact for a moment, then I reach up and pull her shirt off before our lips meet for a kiss. She tugs my shirt up a little, so I stand back and pull it off, then I’m right back to kissing her again. Cupping her face in my hand, I slide my tongue into her mouth and hum when I taste hers, then I pull her shorts off. She kisses my forehead and cheek as I help her get her underwear off, then she lays back and spreads her legs as I dive between them. I immediately dip my tongue deep into her pussy to get a good taste, then I suck on her clit as she squirms a little.

“Shit, yeah, keep doing that.” she whimpers, then she reaches down to tug my hair a little, “Oh, fuck!”

I reach down to pull my pants and boxers off, then I stroke myself as I continue to eat her out. I kiss along her thighs as she sits up and breathes heavily, then she watches as I scoot her closer. She reaches forward and takes me into her hand, stroking me a few times, then she positions me between her legs and looks at me as I slide in deep. My eyes roll shut when I feel her wet and warm for me, and I reach up and kiss her as I slowly thrust my hips.

“Wait…” she whispers to me, then she hops off the counter and leans over. I slide back between her legs and put my hand over her mouth since I know she’s going to moan loudly, and I smile when she does. “Oh, shit.”

“Ah, fuck…” I laugh quietly, “I’m never gonna last.”

Y/N chuckles a little as she looks over her shoulder at me, “I know.”

Placing my hands on her waist, I pull her down onto me harder and faster as we both pant loudly, and she puts her head down and moans against the granite countertop. She clings the side of it as I roll my hips, then she reaches back and places her hand on my stomach.

“Slow down…” she whispers, then she leans up a little, “Let me feel every inch of you.”

I lean over her back as I slowly slide in and out of her wet pussy, then I reach up and slide my finger into her mouth as we both moan. She sucks on my middle finger as I fuck her slowly, then she squeezes her eyes shut and nods for me to pick up the pace. I jerk my hips faster and harder knocking the breath out of her every time, then I lean down and suck on her neck before moving up to the spot behind her ear that always drives her crazy.

“John,” she moans softly, reaching back to place her hand on the back of my neck to pull me closer, then she moans when I begin rubbing circles on her clit, “Keep going, keep fucking me, don’t stop!”

Panting against her shoulder, I grip her sides tighter as she moans, then I let out a small laugh when I feel her rolling her hips to ride out her orgasm and letting out a string of moans, curse words, and my name.

“Oh shit, John, oh fuck…” she moans, then she leans over the counter and looks back at me as I stand up and fuck her harder to bring on my orgasm. She closes her eyes and leans her head against the counter, and I look down to watch as I slide and out of her wet pussy.

“Shit…” I whisper quietly, then I grip her sides tight as I lean over her and groan loudly, spilling inside of her as I squeeze my eyes shut and see colors dancing between them. “Oh, fuck…”

Y/N leans over so she can see me, then she smiles as she tilts her head back to kiss me, “Thank you. I needed that.”

I laugh breathlessly as I nod, “I did too.”

Y/N moves from in front of me and grabs her shirt from the counter and grabs her shorts, then she walks away as I stand there with my pants around my ankles. I watch as she walks upstairs to our room, and I furrow my brow a little by her cold demeanor.

I pull my pants up and grab my shirt, then I head upstairs to see if she’ll talk to me. I watch her as she walks around the bedroom and throws her clothes into the laundry basket, then she opens the drawer and pulls out a nightgown to put on. I slouch a little when she walks into the bathroom to brush her teeth, and I sit down on the bed.

After a few minutes, Y/N comes out of the bathroom and smiles softly as she walks over to get into bed. I raise my eyebrows when she looks up at me, and she furrows her brow and laughs.

“Well…”

“What?” she laughs, grabbing lotion to rub into her hands.

I exhale a little as I pull my jeans off and toss them into the laundry basket along with my shirt, then I walk over to sit on Y/N’s side of the bed.

“What’s going on with you?” I ask as I reach for her hands, “Are you okay? Talk to me.”

Y/N looks up at me and sighs as she closes her eyes, “It’s stupid. Like, it’s seriously the dumbest thing ever. You’re going to laugh over how stupid it is.”

“It’s not stupid if it’s making you upset.” I say, and Y/N shrugs a little as she nods. “Talk to me.”

Y/N inhales deeply and sits up to take my hands, “I couldn’t sleep last night because I just kept having such bad…nightmares.”

“Like when you were pregnant?”

“Yeah,” she nods as she looks at me, “I’m obviously not pregnant, I’m on birth control again, but…yeah, they were bad nightmares.”

I look down at Y/N’s hand as I rub my thumb over her wedding ring, “Is that why you’ve been staring at me all day?”

“Well, that, and you’re just so handsome!” Y/N laughs as she shrugs, then she rolls her eyes, “It’s so dumb, I don’t even want to say it but I know you’ll be upset if I don’t say it--just like I would be if the roles were reversed.”

“Right…”

Y/N takes a deep breath and leans back against the headboard, “I had a few dreams last night, and one was like…we were together, but we lived in an apartment and it was late at night. You came home at like, 3 in the morning with pizza, and you were…wearing a suit, and you were sweaty and bloody. You came home, we ate, went to bed, and that was it. It was just us in this little one bedroom apartment in NYC. We had nothing. Almost like we moved around a lot or something, like we couldn’t ever stay in one place. It wasn’t scary, but it was kind of like a glimpse of what our life would be like had we gone in a different direction. I just woke up and felt…sad and empty, and I can’t explain why.”

“You were sad because that’s a terrible life. Who the hell would want that life?” I laugh, and Y/N shrugs as she looks at me, “That’s certainly not a life that I would want for me or for you, especially not for you. The moment I realized how important you were to me, which was fairly quickly, that was the moment I realized that that old life wasn’t the one I wanted anymore. I want this life. I want to sit on the couch and do nothing with you, which we’re very good at. I want to go swimming with my girls, go see beautiful flowers, and surprise my babies with things. I want to raise my children with the love of my life, and I can’t really do that when I have a gun in my hand and I’m constantly leaving home, now can I?”

Y/N bites her cheek as she nods, “Right.”

“I also think you were sad because in this nightmare of yours, what’s the one thing we didn’t have that we can’t live without?” I say, and she looks at me, furrowing her brow, “Ronan Charlotte.”

She laughs as she nods her head, “God, I can’t imagine our life without her, John. She is the most precious thing to me. You and her are so fucking important to me. If I lost you or her--”

“I’m not leaving,” I whisper as I cup her face, and she nods again. “Was that your only nightmare?”

“I had another one where you cheated on me with someone at the shop.” she says quickly, and I furrow my brow and laugh. “I know! I know how stupid it is. I can’t control my brain when I’m asleep, Jonathan!”

I shake my head as I lean over to kiss her a few times, “I love you, but sometimes your brain is…”

“Dumb! I know!” she laughs, then she shakes her head and looks at me, “I know it won’t happen, so don’t even prepare your speech.”

Putting my hands up in defense, I laugh, “Okay, fine.”

“It isn’t anything you do or don’t do, okay?” she says, and I nod. “It’s not our relationship, it’s not how you treat me, it’s not you at all. I promise. It’s...it’s me. It’s my past, and it’s not fair to you. It’s not fair that I can’t get those thoughts out of my head and you end up thinking you’re not doing a good job at loving me. I promise you, John, I know that you love me, and I know that you love the life that we have. I know you’re not going to stray or find someone else.”

I reach over and wipe away the tear on her cheek, “There is no one else. There’s only you. Only you are on my radar.”

Y/N smiles softly as she leans into the palm of my head, “It’s unfair to you because you say shit like that.”

“I’d never leave.” I whisper as I move closer to her, “I’m not leaving. No matter what. Not unless you scream in my face that you hate me.”

“I would never do that,” Y/N sniffles as she leans up to cup my face and kiss me, “I love you more than I can put into words.”

I wrap my arms around Y/N and hug her tight, then I lean back and look at her, “I know that this is all because of your ex. I know that. Every now and again, you worry about things that aren’t going to happen because someone has made you paranoid and made you feel like you don’t deserve the life that we have. I’m the same way. For a different reason. But I’m the same way.”

“I don’t want you to get sick of me when I ask for a little reassurance,” she whispers holding my gaze, “Because I should know how you feel, but sometimes I need more reassurance than usual and you’re always there to give it to me, but I don’t want you to get sick of it.”

I let out a small laugh, “You think I’m going to get sick of telling you how much I love you and adore you? We’ve been together for almost three years, and I tell you every day. I will never get sick of it. I love telling you those things because I love you and I want to make you happy. You do the same for me. When I’m getting in my head about things, you pull me back to where I need to be: here.”

“I feel safe and secure with you, which is why I turn to you when I need a little reassurance. I have some self-doubt, I know you do too, and it bottles up over time no matter how well we love one another.” she says, and I nod my head in agreement. “And when it gets too overwhelming for me to handle, it spills over, and that’s when I come to you. Thank you for always being so patient and understanding, I know it can be difficult.”

“Loving you has never been difficult--nothing about you is difficult.” I smile at her, and she tilts her head a little as she tears up, “I was made to love you. I was wired perfectly to love you. And the way your heart was perfectly crafted to be so loving and understanding of me, it’s obvious that you were made to love me too.”

Y/N looks up at me with tears in her eyes, and they spill out when she blinks. She sits up and kneels on the bed as we kiss, then she pulls me down on top of her. She sniffles a little as I hover just above her lips, and she smiles a little as she nods.

“I love you.” I whisper to her, watching a tear slide down her cheek, “I love you, and that will never change.”

“I love you too.” she whispers back, then she lifts her nightgown a little as I pull my cock free from my boxers. She gasps as I slide between her legs, then she clings to me, her body shaking a little from the pressure of me between her legs, “I love you.”

I smooth Y/N’s hair away from her face as I hold her gaze, then I lean down to kiss her softly as I roll my hips, “The love of my life.”

“Love of my life,” she whispers, then she closes her eyes and clings to me as I lean down to make love to her.

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As I walk past the laundry room, I see Ronan sitting at Y/N’s feet as she puts in a load of dirty clothes. Ronan pulls herself up on Y/N’s leg and squeals when she turns around and sees me kneeling down to take her. She walks over to me as she wobbles a little, then she reaches up. I pick her up and toss her in the air, then I kiss her cheek and walk over to kiss Y/N.

“This is the last load, and we’re officially done with laundry.” she says as she looks over to kiss me, “I think we’ve washed everything in the house.”

I laugh, nodding my head, “I did about 5 loads of clothes yesterday. I didn’t realize we had so many clothes.”

“Imagine what it’ll be like with another baby,” she laughs, then she leans over and tickles Ronan’s tummy as she talks in her mom-voice, “Lots of socks and poopy pants, and that’s just because of your dad!”

“Hey,” I laugh as she looks up at me, “I’ll have you know, I haven’t pooped my pants in weeks!”

Y/N laughs as she nods, “Ah, the potty training paid off, Ro!”

I reach out for Y/N’s hand after she shuts the washing machine and turns it on, then I walk with my girls to the living room. I set Ronan down on the floor near her toys, then I sit down on the couch with Y/N and wrap my arm around her shoulder to hold her.

“Thanks for last night,” she whispers, and I smile as I lean down to kiss her. “I slept really well and didn’t have any nightmares.”

“Good,” I smile, and she leans closer to me to rest her head on my shoulder, “I should run to the store in a bit, huh?”

Y/N looks up at me and nods, “My parents are coming around 5, and who knows when Tess will show up.”

“I’ll go in a bit then. I got a few hours to just relax with my girls. Oh, wait…” I lean down to kiss her again, then I get up to grab the bag from the kitchen, “I forgot that I got you girls something yesterday.”

“Ro…” Y/N calls out and claps her hands to get Ronan to come over to her, and she pulls herself up and toddles over.

I hand the bag to Y/N and smile as she leans down and opens it with Ronan, then I laugh when Ronan grabs out the pig stuffed animal and waves it around in the air as she squeals.

“Do you like it?” I ask, and Ronan immediately chews on the ear, “Yup, figured it would be in her mouth within two minutes.”

“Babies.” Y/N laughs, then she looks down at the bag when I gesture to it. She opens the bag again and reaches in for a journal that I saw and thought she’d like. Y/N looks up at me and smiles, “This is beautiful.”

I smile as I lean over to look at it, “It just came in yesterday, same with the little pig, but I saw them and thought my girls deserved a little gift. Ro has her stuffed pig now, and you can use this journal for whatever you want.”

“How about some sweet love notes between me and my husband?” she asks, and I nod my head and smile at her. “We already filled up the other one.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” I smile, then I lean over to kiss her.

Ronan walks over to us with her pig and puts in on my leg, then she reaches up. I pick her up and set her between Y/N and I, and she smiles, drool covering her chin.

“Think she’ll be up all night?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Y/N laughs, then she looks at me, “But we’re Team Wick and we can handle it, can’t we?”

I reach over and tousle her hair, “Of course we can. We’re a team.”

“As long as I got you…”

“You always got me,” I whisper to her, and she smiles, “And you always have Ro too. We’re not going anywhere.”

Y/N smiles as she looks at me, then she leans over and kisses me, “And neither am I.”

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tagslist: @sakurachan-9​​ @ruby-octo​ @angie-20000 @beingnerdyissupercool​ @star017​ @perrysglasses​ @volcasaurus

is this the taglist? idk. let me know if u want to be added or removed!!

#john wick x you #john wick x y/n #john wick imagine #john wick x reader #fic: hold my hand #i love a cute lil chapter where john is just loving on his girls

[martharaccoon]

Mr & Mrs Smith TV Show

Spoilers/first thoughts while watching

Episode 1 First Date

I’ve only watched the movie once so I’m coming into this show new and not deeply connected to the movie plot.

The first John and Jane shown seems to be a symbolism of what’s going to happen to the new John and Jane. (Minus the dying part)

I’m wondering if one of the main characters killed the couple. I feel like it would be a good plot twist. Kind of like “I killed them and I didn’t understand them, but now I do, now I know” and for some reason if one of them did I think possibly Jane did.

Interesting that we get to see a different way they become a couple in the show. I like that we’ll get to watch their relationship develop.

They have a cat 😭 They already have a baby

Oh okay Mr. Smith 😩

First date, kind of awkward.

So far it seems John is the more emotional one and I also wonder if they’ll bring up the accident that happened with him.

“I’m always right”- John

a minute later is wrong

“I’m not in it for the romance” I just knowww thats gonna bite her in the ass later.

“Mom where’s your ticket?” “I don’t know you…😕” lmaoooooo

Golden retriever x Black cat

Their dynamic is just:

John-“What’s your favorite color?”

Jane-“🤨”

John-“Well mines green.”

Jane-“🤨”

John-“…okay.”

The smirk Jane makes when John jokes with her during the play 😭 Getting distracted on the mission because they like talking to each other.

I have a feeling because that happened she’s going to push him away.

Okay the mission went good maybe she won’t push him away.

A cake??? A test to see if they work together-

Oh Shitttttt 😭😭😭 right as I was typing that the house gets it’s world rocked

The cake was actually a “cake” 💣 should’ve probably seen that one coming

“I thought there would be more high risk” blows up house first day

“Hey, be safe” 😭😭😭😭

I was not expecting Jane to be the one to question the organization first. I expected it be John but nope. I think that makes their characters more interesting though.

It’s her cat?????? What!

Actually since he was in the military it makes sense he wouldn’t question the people he works for. He used to following orders and turning off his emotions when he needs to.

“I was terrified” ☹️ screw that guy and his pancakes

Ending thoughts:

I don’t think Jane killed the first couple anymore. It’s probably to show what happens when couples go AWOL.

I like that even though Jane likes to keep her secrets that she isn’t completely cold. Like she questions who she killed and why she had to kill them.

Where John is a lot more outgoing and wants to get to know Jane. Yet he doesn’t think about the aftermath of the missions, doesn’t seem to really care (at least right now) about who he kills.

They aren’t the typical cold girl / happy guy dynamic

I liked the first episode so far. Interested to see if I’ll like episode two.

#review sort of? #mr & mrs smith #mr & mrs smith TV show #episode 1 #mr and mrs smith #mr and mrs smith tv show #donald glover #maya erskine

[maelovesmarlene]

the beginning

I saw an Instagram post a few months ago, I cannot for the life of me find it or remember who wrote it, just like almost everything that inspired my fics and shorts. But the post had a list of interesting concepts for marauder AU's and one of them was an Enola Holmes AU. While I absolutely adore Enola Holmes, one of my all-time favorite versions of the Holmes/Watson adventures is the BBC Sherlock TV show starring Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman. So may I present to you, the character concepts, chapter 1 outline, and the first unedited part of the first chapter of my newest WIP, (which I have yet to name) based on BBC Sherlock and the Marauders Era characters.

James- John

Regulus - Sherlock

Sirius - Mycroft

Remus - Lestrade

Donaven - Peter

Bella - Eurus

Mrs Hudson - Dora or Mcgonagal

Molly - Panda, not in love though

Moriarty - Barty

Stamford - Evan ml

Mary - Lily

Irene - Emma??

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-James is in therapy for fighting as a surgeon/ doctor in an unamed war, his therapist ( Mcgonagal) she tells his he has PTSD and trouble connecting with people like he used to.

James meets up for drinks with an old medical school friend, Evan, Evan suggests he become Regulus’s flatmate since they are both looking for one.

-Shortly after meeting with regulus, and being shocked by his cold demeanor, regulus decides that james is an acceptable flat mate and tells him to move in.

-Remus shows up, asking for Regulus’s help, Peter with him. Peter warns james about Regulus

-upon arriving at the crime scene where Antony Peverell was found dead in his classic Dark green suit

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A study in green: chapter 1 “I'm sorry, I just feel as if my chest is being constricted every time I start to talk about it,” James said referring to the conversation he and his therapist had just been having about the battle. The battle that nearly took his life once and that felt like would actually kill him if he kept thinking about it.

“That's perfectly normal James, you are suffering from a form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, we’ve talked about it many times.” Minerva said gently, smiling at James.

“I know, it just doesn’t feel like it should feel like this. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.” James responded.

— — —

Limping down the rainy sidewalk, holding a red umbrella over his head, James thinks about what Doctor Mcgonagal had said to him, about his feelings being perfectly normal. None of his feelings feel good, let alone perfectly normal. James arrived right in front of a brick building, large windows displaying patrons inside, laughing over drinks, sitting on red faux leather that becomes sticky from sweat or perched on matching bar stools. James spots him inside, Evan Rosier.

James walks in the bar, the glass door swinging closed behind him, a bell signaling his arrival, Evan looks up, before his face split open into a wide grin. Evan slild out of the booth he was sitting in to greet James.

"Potter!” Evan exclaimed, pulling James into a tight embrace. “Hey Rosier” James said into Evans shoulder. Evan pulled back, tall and blond as ever, with a sharp jaw and stark blue eyes. After ordering beers, and entertaining a few pleasantries,

“How are you”

“Are you still with Jade?”

“How’s Pandora doing?”

Evan asked the real question that had been hanging over them for the las thalf hour.

“I thought you were abroad somewhere getting shot at, what happened?” Evan said.

“I got shot” James said simply. Evans face shifted from intruiged to concerned.

“Im fine now, just a limp in my left leg.” James didn’t bring up anything else on the topic of being shot at.

“Where are you staying now that your back in London?”

“Oh just at a motel for now. I need to find a flat mate or something.”

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Anywho ignore all the spelling mistakes i dont want to edit this right now and yuh.

BUT JAMIE AND EVAN ARE BUDDIES

i love them sm.

If you have any suggestions or ideas for this fic please lmk!!

#maelovesmarlene #marauders era #jegulus #starchaser #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #peter pettigrew #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #pandora rosier #lily evans #marylily #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorlene #dorcas meadowes #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #johnlock #john watson #benedict cumberbatch #martin freeman #sherlock fandom #sherlockbbc #current wip #a study in scarlet

[moonofthenight]

Good evening friend, I hope this isn't weird or anything but do you have a (preferably) multi chapter HS fanfic rec-list you could share with us? I'm not picky when it comes to rating, I'm in for everything 😻 I just need my daily dose of Nick and Charlie. Thx in advance 🫂

Hello, hello! Not weird at all! I do actually have a whole ass document with fics sooo I can definitely make a fanfic rec-list for you :) Here's your daily dose of Nick and Charlie:

Heartstopper FicRec List:

show and tell by thetomkatwholived

Charlie’s pretty sure bringing your uncle as a show and tell item isn’t the norm, but he’s willing to do almost anything for his niece, even subject himself to her Year 1 class. And hey, her teacher’s really handsome and funny and sweet… Maybe it won’t be too bad after all.

Rating: T ; 27,942 words ; 8/8

Rugby Lad by @sophisticatedyet

Charlie thinks agreeing to join the Truham rugby team at the request of Mrs Singh is possibly the worst decision he’s ever made. Then Nick Nelson, the St John’s fly half, sweeps him off his feet (literally) and Charlie decides maybe rugby isn’t so bad. AKA: the Charlie and Nick are on rival rugby teams AU.

Rating: T ; 23,767 words ; 4/4

When both our fades collide by @mikeysgerard

This is a story of what happens when two boys meet each other during the worst time of their lives, and help each other heal again. Or, from strangers to roommates, from roommates to friends, from friends to lovers....and remember, time worked differently in the hospital.

Rating: E ; 83,421 words ; 17/17

Can We Pretend (That We Are Okay) by deflectrunes

Nick gets caught up in a little white lie, and now he's in Menorca with his family and his best friend Charlie Spring, who is going to pretend to be his boyfriend for two weeks. As long as they stuck to their plan, they could pull this off and convince David that they were actually going out; Nick just has to make sure that his very real crush on Charlie doesn't ruin things. What could go wrong?

Rating: T ; 18,503 words ; 3/3

hum hallelujah by @elyseregan

“I hope you get to sleep after that caffeine hit,” Nick joked, collecting his mug.

“Oh, I’ll sleep, don’t you worry,” Charlie said easily, eyes glinting with something unsaid. “Nice to meet you, Nick. Maybe I’ll catch you downstairs some time?” Nick could only hope that might be the case.

Not another uni au?! Nick & Charlie become pals after encountering each other in university. Cue the hand crackles.

Rating: T; 13,647 words; 3/3

Life was a Willow, Bent Right to Your Whim by linettispaghetticonfetti

Regency-era AU with all the drama, scandal, and angst that comes with it.

Rating: T; 23,862 words; 16/16

i will drift to you if you make yourself shake fast enough by sapph0writes

If there was something Charlie didn’t expect to end up doing when he got dragged to Harry Green’s 18th birthday party, it was spending all night pretending to be wooed by rugby star Nick Nelson to prove a point to his ex. “Pretending” being the keyword.

Rating: T ; 11,546 words ; 1/1

strangers on a plane by dilfpickles

ok can we PLEASE go back to the fact that there is a very cute very hot bi guy sleeping on my shoulder. i think im in love.

Rating: T ; 7,484 words ; 1/1

Don't Blame Me (Your Love made me Crazy) by tiredauthor

An au where they are both spies and Charlie has to rescue Nick.

Rating: T ; 5,545 words ; 1/1

the matter of time by peculiarblue

every hour of the day, as told by nick nelson, who is completely, ridiculously, head over heels in love with charlie spring.

Rating: G ; 16,389 words ; 1/1

breaking cameras and bones (but not hearts) by sargent

When Charlie Spring volunteered to be the photographer for a local roller derby bout, he wasn’t expecting to meet a cute guy with a passion for roller skating and a knack for breaking bones. And also Charlie’s camera.

Rating: T ; 11,828 words ; 1/1

#took me long enough #sorry about that #I shall update the list as I continue to read #heartstopper fanfic #heartstopper #ask box #fic rec #list

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Hey! Why (Defenestratte) here. Remembered you're keen on the John Oliver bits of the Horne Section TV Show, so wanted to send you this: https://www.chortle.co.uk/interviews/2022/10/24/51964/i%E2%80%99m_definitely_a_lot_odder_in_the_show_than_i_am_in_real_life

It's an interview with Alex Horne and does have a sneak peek on Mr Oliver's involvement in the show. Hope this is useful/fun for your interests!

Well shit. I am very interested in the mystery of why John Oliver is doing this show, and I have to love any mystery where every bit of information that shines light on the situation brings up more questions than answers. For example:

How did that work with John Oliver on the laptop calling in?

We had to be really clever with that, I had a day with him over Zoom and we had to record everything. We had to go through every script and lots of costume changes, we had to improvise quite a bit and then we had to fit round his bits in the room.

So, we had to pretend he was there, someone had to press play, that was really odd, but it worked. Hopefully I think when you’re watching it you presume that he’s actually there but he’s a man that doesn’t have much free time. He also nailed everything first time. We’re all so used to people being on Zoom now and you don’t really bat an eyelid, I think.

The main question this brings up is what is he going to be on the show? Before seeing this article, I assumed they'd come up with some reason for a fictionalized John Oliver to talk to the characters in the show over video chat, and that would be his role. Which I still think must be the case, because I'm not sure the alternative is technologically possible. This paragraph seems to suggest that the actor John Oliver filmed his parts over video call, but the character John Oliver will be physically in the room with them, like CGI. Which, as I said, I don't think can actually be done. But then why would the other actors have to pretend he's there? I guess what this means is just that it's hard to talk a screen that'll be playing pre-recorded footage, and pretend you're having a live conversation with the person on it. But it's worded in a way that implies they're all in front of green screens, pretending a tennis ball on a stick is John Oliver.

So that's an entirely new question for me, though it's one that will be answered as soon as the show starts on November 3rd. For the mystery I was wondering about before, of why he's there, this article offers: "It was quite a long process and I think now we’ve done it hopefully it’ll be easier in future, but we’ve got Big Zuu, Dr Ranj Singh, John Oliver who is in every episode and he’s enormous in America, he’s won a million Emmys! So that’s odd, he said yes straight away."

Thank you, Alex, that tells me nothing and leaves me more baffled than before. I am beginning to suspect that John Oliver agreed to do this just because he found my Tumblr blog, learned that someone has decided to become an historian on everything about his career that ties him to Britain, saw this person trying to put all the pieces together and find connections that make sense in an overall picture, and decided to fuck with me by doing the most inexplicable thing possible, that clashes with everything about his previous relationship with British media of any kind. That's my current working theory.

Anyway, thank you for the link, @defenestratte! I'd not seen this before, and I appreciate the baffling information. Really looking forward to November 3rd now, to see what this is about. Oh, and for anyone who wants to read the article without copy-pasting the URL, here's a link. It does contain a bunch of non-John-Oliver-related information about what the show is like, and to be honest some of it makes it sound less like the sort of thing I'll enjoy than the Guardian article from last week did. This article has a bit more focus on how it'll be a live music/variety show, which doesn't hugely appeal to me. I'm hoping the show will be more 30 Rock than TGS, you know? More Flight of the Conchords sitcom than just a filmed Flight of the Conchords gig. I mean I'd love to see a Flight of the Conchords concert, but I don't think that alone would make a good TV show.

Either way, I'm sure I'll enjoy the sitcom elements, and I do find Horne Section songs funny, and to be honest even if every other moment of it were shit I would still watch all six episodes just for the John Oliver mystery. Which I guess is the exact intention behind the move of attaching really famous guests to projects like this, and in this case it will 100% worked on me.

[blorboselfshipping]

Hey, I'm Rose/Rue࿐ 

I'm an adult self-shipper, I use she/they pronouns! My main f/o is Hades and you can find my main blog, dedicated to him, here! I have several others and will put the full list under a read more on this post!

This blog is 18+ only, I know I can't stop people who lie about their age or whatnot but for my online space, I prefer to only interact with adults. So don't be shocked if I block ya!

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DNI if:

~Pro-ship

~Racist

~Homophobic

~Terf

~Discourse blog

~You self-ship with my mains (I hard block if you ship with Hades, Seven, or Hank. 💙 is for f/os i dont share, 💚 is for f/os I only feel comfortable sharing with mutuals, 💞 is for f/os I dont mind sharing at all)

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BYF:

I'm really not a drama blog, if you try to drag me into stuff, I will just block! The block button is there for a reason folks!

I try to tag most triggers, some of my common tags are "tw: body horror" "tw: gore" "tw: death" "tw: blood" if you're a mutual with a trigger and I frequently post about it, just send an ask and I'll try to tag it within reason

I occasionally post some risqué things on here but most of it is reserved for my After Hours Blog. If you'd like to follow me there, send a message and I'll let you know the url if you're of age.

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F/O's! (strap in this is gonna be a long list. I'll come back soon and link each one to their own introduction post when I can)

Romantic:

(Has a fleshed out s/i and background)

Hades (Disney/Descendants) 💙💙💙

Ship: a glimpse of the sun

Husband as of September 23rd, 2022!

My absolute number one, if there's anyone I love to talk about the most, it's Hades!

Seven of Nine (Star Trek Voyager) 💙

Ship: bloom for you

Girlfriend

Hank McCoy (X-men) 💙

Ship: oh my stars

Husband

Logan Howlett (WATXM/movies/evolution) 💚

Ship: in your corner

Boyfriend

John Silver (Treasure Planet) 💚

Ship: chasing a dream

E. Aster Bunnymund (Rise of the Guardians) 💚

Ship: heartstring symphony

Derek Hale (Teen Wolf) 💚

Ship: softer skin, sharper teeth

Bernard (The Santa Clause) 💙

Ship: warm nights

Snidely Whiplash (Dudley-Do-Right 1999) 💞

Ship: green looks good on you

Glamrock Freddy (FNAF Security Breach) 💞

Ship: sweet as cinnamon sugar

Otto Octavius (Spider-man 2/NWH) 💞

Ship: in the palm of my hand

Dwayne (Lost Boys) 💞

Ship: starry eyed

Caleb Covington (Julie and The Phantoms) 💚

Ship: sharing the spotlight

Peter B Parker (Into The Spider-Verse) 💚

Ship: burrito blanket babe

Optimus Prime/Ratchet (Transformers Prime)💚

Ship: ❤️💙 all that you are 🧡🤍

King Valkyrie (Thor) 💞

Ship: meet me at our spot

Splinter (TMNT 2012) 💚

Ship: if my heart was a house you'd be home

Eddie Dear (Welcome Home)

Ship: Pushing Daises

Crushes:

Maui (Moana) 💞

(Has the potential to move to the full romantic list but either hasn't had the background fleshed out or its just a simple crush)

Queen Clarion/Lord Milori (Tinkerbell) 💙

Carlton Lassiter (Psych) 💞

Scott Lang (Antman) 💞

Guinan (Star Trek Picard) 💞

Thrax (Osmosis Jones) 💞

Benjamin 'Hawkeye' Pierce (M*A*S*H) 💙

Geralt of Rivia/Yennifer/Jaskier (The Witcher) 💚

Warden Walker (Holes) 💚

Grace Augustine (Avatar) 💞

Deanna Troi (Star Trek Next Gen) 💞

Beverly Crusher (Star Trek Next Gen) 💞

Reginald Barclay (Star Trek Next Gen) 💙

Bofur (The Hobbit) 💞

Eda Clawthorne (Owl House) 💞

Susie Myerson (The Marvelous Mrs Maisel) 💙

Lady Dimitrescu (Resident Evil) 💞

Valerie Frizzle (The Magic School Bus) 💞

Bess (Pixie Hollow books) 💙

Dulcie (Pixie Hollow books) 💙

Harry Wells (The Flash) 💞

Sun WuKong (Monkey King Returns) 💚

Nuada (Hellboy 2) 💙

Abe Sapien (Hellboy) 💞

Elrond (Lord of the Rings) 💞

Baron (The Cat Returns) 💞

Nick Jakoby (Bright) 💞

Jasper (Steven Universe) 💞

Norrington (Pirates of the Caribbean) 💞

Barbossa (Pirates of the Caribbean) 💞

Merlin (Kingsman; The Secret Service) 💚

Ralph (Wreck-it-Ralph) 💞

Shaggy Rogers (Scooby Doo) 💚

Peter Hale (Teen Wolf) 💞

Egon/Ray (Ghostbusters 1984) 💚

#self insert #self shipping community #self ship community #s/i community #f/o community #self ship promo

[hesperio]

They have three long days to spend inside the shelter in Orre. That's actually not so bad; it gives Green the chance to talk to people who are very interesting and he'd hardly meet if not for this crazy adventure.

Like Hassel. He reminds him of a certain professor he had at his college, and it makes him feel a tad nervous when he approaches.

"Um... Hey. Mr. Hassel." oh! feels like he's going to ask for an extension for his paper... "I've seen how you fought on top of Donna. It was... really impressive."

Red and Green's presence on the adventure had brought no small amount of confusion for Hassel, but he was glad to have them in the end. When Green approaches, Hassel's positioned by a window in the shelter, flipping through a provided book from John (a chronicle about the wild Pokemon in Orre and how they were so people-shy that they were rarely seen.)

He closes the book to give Green his attention and turns pink at the compliment. Despite his intensity in battle, Hassel outside of combat was something of an awkward mess.

"Ah, just Hassel is fine. And - thank you. It's been a long time since I put any of those skills to real use, and never on a Pokemon that wasn't my trusty Dragonite."

Oh, he misses her dearly.

"How are you holding up?"

#greenxprof #plot: electric dreams.

[lilartifex]

Fictober 2022: Day 1

Prompt number: 9 - "Sounds like a you problem."

Fandom: BBC's Sherlock

Rating: General

Warnings/Tags: None

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"John," said Sherlock.

"Sherlock," I said.

A moment of silence passed between us; him standing at the mantle with his back resolutely to me and myself seated in my usual chair enjoying a cup of jelly.

"You really must stop these ludicrous experiments of yours." Sherlock suddenly whipped around to face me, silver-green eyes narrowed into slits. "They are a waste of time and resources and I cannot get a lick of work done."

"Is that so?" I asked flippantly, casually popping another spoonful into my mouth. 

"Yes, it is, John!" Sherlock snapped in frustration, gesturing with a flourish to the kitchen behind my chair. "Your apparatus is spread across the kitchen table and I can hardly make a cup of tea without upsetting some odd chemical compound! If there is a point to these so-called 'experiments' of yours then do enlighten me to their purpose because I fail to see one!"

"Now doesn't that sound familiar," I mused, making sure to stare him dead in the eyes as I slowly ate another mouthful. "You really don't see the utmost importance of my work and the result I obtained?" I mocked.

Sherlock stared at me.

Then he snatched up the jug from the mantle behind him. 

"No, John," he hissed, "I really do not see the point in submerging my magnifier in jelly!" He slammed the jug down on the coffee table; his little loupe magnifier wobbled sadly in the centre of the yellow desert.

I couldn't stop the snort that escaped my lips and had to duck my head down. Sherlock glowered down his nose at me.

"Yeah, well, it's not as bad as a head in the fridge," I pointed out as he paced about in front of me. I pointed my spoon at him. "And I did warn you last time that if I found so much as half a spleen on the table the next time I brought Rosie over there'd be hell to pay."

"Oh, hell to pay - it's a delicate instrument of detection!" Sherlock cried.

"Sounds like a you problem," I replied flippantly with another mouthful of jelly.

Now, I know, this really isn't the usual casebook summary I post on my blog, but it's pouring cats and dogs outside and I'm going to, in Sherlock's words, "romanticise" this as much as possible purely out of spite.

 All of my regular readers can thank Sherlock for this unusual post. And Sherlock, when you inevitably read this, you know full well what you did and I'll be waiting for whatever comments you decide to throw at me. Bring it.

Because this has to be, by far, the best thing I'd ever done. I don't care what ridiculous experiments Sherlock gets up to at Baker Street - I don't live there permanently anymore, so whatever Sherlock wanted to do was Sherlock's business.

But I do have a rule about there being no body parts or dangerous chemical experiments laid out where Rosie could get her hands on them when we come over to visit. And a breach of that rule is a breach I take very seriously.

I sat back and held my hands up placatingly. "Hey, Rosie chose the colour and the 'prize'. I have a child now Sherlock, and for every time you go overboard with one of your little experiments, I'm going to be doing one of my own involving a plate of jelly in whatever colour Rosie wants and whichever of your toys you haven't put away."

Sherlock stared at me like I'd grown an extra head.

I ate my jelly.

"But my magnifier John-!"

"Whoo hoo!" The door to the flat opened and Mrs Hudson poked her head through. She glanced between the two of us.

"Oh dear, is this a bad time?" she asked, eyebrows drawing together.

"No."

"Yes!" Sherlock glared at me as we answered at the same time. I shrugged.

"Oh. Well, you might want to put your little argument on hold for the moment, dears," she told us, "You have a new client waiting at the door."

Sherlock held the jug up for Mrs Hudson's inspection. "Does this look like the right time, Mrs Hudson?" he demanded loudly.

And Mrs Hudson, God bless her soul, squinted at the submerged magnifier and frowned even further. "Oh dear," she said, completely deadpan, "Did I buy the wrong brand, John?"

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Bless you too, John! I'm so glad I could help you out with this little joke, Sherlock's face was priceless!

Marie Turner 23 Feburary

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HAHA! You seriously got him with the jelly-trick?!! Finally, someone else gets to be on the receiving end of that. Good work, bro!!

Harry Watson 23 Feburary

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Oh, is this why Sherlock came sulking into the lab today?

Molly Hooper 23 Feburary

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I was not SULKING, I was thinking. There is a difference.

Sherlock Holmes 23 Feburary

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I don't know mate, it sounds like you were sulking :)

John Watson 23 Feburary

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Also Sherlock, where's my favourite mug?

John Watson 23 Feburary

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Sherlock??

John Watson 23 Feburary

#sherlock fanfic #fictober22 #sherlockbbc #sherlock #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #john watson #fictober #writing challenge #writing