#I can't believe I'll be turning 30 in 4 days.

[lxvvie]

[knifegremliin]

on my hands and knees begging for my body to let me sleep. please. please. just let me fucking sleep what do you WANT FROM ME.

[megameatymatt]

dad!matt and dad!chris is all i want in life

A Day with Dad - Chris Sturniolo

Summary: Chris is left at home with his two daughters

TW!: none really

Requested?: yes

A/N: feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! ( im also very sorry if this sucks i don't read a lot of dad!chris or matt fics😭)

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You and Chris have finally started building the family you've dreamed of for so long. You have two daughters: Avery who has just turned 4, and Scarlet who is 1 year old. You and Chris couldn't be happier living this life, but Chris noticed you've started to become more tired and tense, so during summer break, when the kids were home. He planned a day out full of activities for you and your friends.

It was 8:30 in the morning and you were leaving the house to get to the Breakfast place Chris put in a reservation for. "I'll see you soon," you say as you grab your house keys. "Have fun baby" Chris says as he grabs your chin and kisses you. "I'm gonna miss my girls," You say thinking of their cute chubby little faces. "They'll be with the fun parent, they won't miss you one bit," Chris says with a sense of pride. You roll you're eyes and laugh. "Whatever, Chris, I love you." "I love you more baby", and with that, you're stepping into the car and driving off. Chris waits outside until the car has fully left his sight before heading back inside.

As soon as he steps inside, he hears crying. "Scarlet" He mutters under his breath before running up the stairs and into the girls' room. He turns on the light and lifts Scarlet out of her crib. As soon as she's in his arms, she quiets down.

"Good morning sunshine, how are you?" Chris' presence wakes up his second daughter Avery. "Daddy!" Avery squeaks, wrapping her arms around Chris's leg. "Hey, bunny. You're pretty happy today!" He says, setting Scarlet back down in her crib. "Ok girls, Mommy went out today so guess what? You're gonna be spending the day with the best dad in the world," He says pointing both his fingers towards him. The girls cheer and Chris laughs. "Let's start by making some chocolate chip pancakes!"

It didn't go as planned. Chris ended up burning the pancakes. So now the 3 of them sit in the Mc. Donald's drive-thru picking out items from the breakfast menu. "I can't believe we are having Mc. Donalds for breakfast, this is the best day ever!" Avery says, waving her arms in the air. "Technically, they're breakfast foods so it's healthy. Also please don't tell your mother" Avery laughs as Chris picks up the food from the window and drives back home.

It's 4:40 in the afternoon. Chris got Scarlet to take her nap, and somehow he ended up sitting in front of Avery while she braids his hair into pigtails. "Done!" she says, grinning ear to ear as she hands Chris a mirror. "Wow sunshine, I look amazing," Chris says holding back a laugh.

"Now tell me, what would you like for dinner?" Chris asks handing her back the mirror. "Pizza, pizza, pizza!" Avery says jumping around. Chris sighs, "You sure you don't want something healthier sweetie?" Chris asks. "Healthy food sucks," Avery says crossing her arms. Chris lets out a chuckle. "How bout' we get pasta instead, huh sweetie. We've had a little too much fast food don't you think?" "with meatballs?" Avery asked. "With as many meatballs as you like princess," Chris says as he tickles Avery. Almost right after, Chris hears Scarlet cry again.

It's 11:30 and Chris and Avery have fallen asleep on the couch. Scarlet is in her crib, and Moana still playing on the TV. Keys jangle at the door before it finally unlocks. You walk into the living room and see Chris and and Avery snuggled up on the couch asleep, you smile and pull out your phone to take a picture. You tap Chris on the shoulder and he jolts up, then falls back down when he realizes it's just you. "hey baby, you're back" he says, flashing you a tired smile. "I am. How'd it go" "Let's just say i'm the favourite now" You laugh before taking a closer look at him. "What the hell happened to your hair?"

[sen-ya]

Life After Info Post

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Summary: Two years ago, a viral outbreak rose the dead. Considering how his life had gone up to this point, surgeon Trafalgar Law figured this might as well happen too. When a supply run into the nearby city gets intercepted by a seemingly reckless and impulsive former patient, the dependable routine Law had settled into in this new life shatters. He finds himself exposed — his body out in the infected landscape, his conscious clawing to define what he believes is right, his heart begrudgingly deciding to find a new home on his sleeve. Maybe there’s more than a virus roaming the new world that can bring a dead man back to life.

Content Warnings: Canon typical violence, zombies/body horror (but lbr I am not good at making scary things look scary)

Relationships: Luffy x Law

Update Schedule: New page every Monday/Wednesday/Friday

Page Count: [37 posted | 55 drawn]

Latest Update: [7/21/24] WOWEE did I get myself carried away this morning. I just spent 5 hours organizing my comics and creating the digital comic book pages. I could have spent that time drawing or idk not doing what I do for my job, but I cannot be stopped. Anyway I blocked out 30 pages of this comic last week and they include the most intense action sequence I've ever done in my gotdang life. Wish me luck because I am nervous about tying down all my drawings lmao.

OLD UPDATES:

[6/29/24] HULLO! I'm doing so bad at keeping my masterposts updated lately I am sorry. All pages of life after are tagged life after if you're ever looking between masterpost updates! Also exciting update, I finally have figured out all the different plot points i'm gonna be hitting (yay!). I got hung up on something for awhile that made me not wanna work on this project, but I'm back at it. I think we'll end up with 6-7 parts! I have probably another 80-100 pages to draw lol. Also i got the app Magic Poser and it's AWESOME and I immediately used it to block out sets cuz MAN I hate backgrounds.

[6/10/24] HELLO. I'm sorry I've been shit at updating my masterposts lately. It's easiest to do from my computer, which I rarely use, and life has been happening. I also can't believe I bungled the queue and posted pg19 before pg18 i am very sorry 🤦 Eventually I'll have to turn this into an airtable base I'm sure, but until that day comes where I have like 100 pages of this comic we're stickin to the regular post lmao

[5/26/23] I got real caught up in doing summer of lawlu comics this week and this is the first week since the first week of April I haven't drawn new Life After pages and it feels weird 🙊

[5/19/24] More Luffy backstory comin' this week! :^)

[5/12/24] Updating now so get myself on schedule to update on Sundays like I had been with my other comic master post!

[5/8/24] Thank you to everyone who's liked/reblogged/comment on the first few pages!! It means the world to me that anyone's reading my silly little comics.

[4/28/24] HULLO. It’s happeninnng. I’ve spent the last few weeks working on this comic, and I gotta make this post so I can start queuing pages & link this in them! This is the most like….legit? Comic endeavor I’ve undertaken perhaps….ever. I’m very nervous about committing to how long it will need to be lol. This story is dear to my heart — zombie content is kind of my very favorite. I’ve always found it to be a great backdrop for exploring themes like grief, coping with change, community, and learning to live again. It’ll be a long haul but I hope you’ll ride it out with me!! Tomorrow I’ll be posting the first two pages. After that a page will post every Monday/Wednesday/Friday. As of this post I’ve completed over 20 pages so that I have a good lead on what’s posting and continuing to write, so I’m hopeful that’s a cadence I’ll be able to maintain. I’ll update this post weekly to include the most recent pages the way I do with my main comics master post. All pages will be tagged 'Life After' and I'll tag any pages with zombies in them with 'zombie' for blacklisting etc.

[juliasgoodusername]

Sometimes a girl has to go a little crazy. Sometimes a girl has to make a book-accurate floorplan for 300 Fox Way. These things just happen, sometimes.

Obsessive annotations under the cut ✨ but be warned, there's a LOT

Exterior

Okay first of all, I'm no architect, and my only knowledge comes from work experience in the real estate industry + a lot of Sims. The style is sort of neo-rural French colonial. I didn't set out to adhere to that standard so much as I made an amalgamation of homes in Blue Ridge Mountains-adjacent towns in Virginia. Specifically, my headcanon Henrietta template is Orange, VA (I'll save that explanation for another post) so I took inspiration from real estate listings from there.

Alright alright I know there is supposed to be one bathroom, but I simply can't tolerate that in a house with 6+ residents. I can't. There was a possible contradiction in the descriptions of "the single shared bathroom" that I used as an excuse to add a 3/4 bath, and I threw in a powder room for free. Because technically there is still only one full bathroom! But seriously with that many women over 30 most of them probably have IBS or chronic constipation and I'm not making them all share a toilet.

Officially we only have 4 bedrooms listed in text: Blue's, Persephone's, Maura's, and Calla and Jimi's shared one. Everyone else gets rooms that don't qualify as bedrooms via Virginia residential building codes (such as the attic, obviously, which falls below the combined ceiling height and square footage requirements). That really just leaves Orla unaccounted for but I'll get to that later. Other aunts and friends seem to visit during the day and live somewhere else, because in The Raven King only Jimi and Orla were described as needing to move out of the house during the demon stuff.

I designed the entire interior floorplan before I even touched the exterior, so there's a few issues, like how I'm totally missing shutters on the windows that functionally need them most. 🫶 I didn't feel like making the windows smaller to fit them, and I could have added faux-shutters but I think those are stupid. 😘

First floor

"This house is lovely. So many walls. So, so many walls," Malory said as Blue entered the living room a little later.

- Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Chapter 30

Right off the bat, we have an insane number of doors and walls. Old colonial houses are pretty much the opposite of open concept. Functionally I believe that's because it's easier to control heat with closed off rooms, but Virginia is not particularly cold so idk. As for the number of doors, I mean....😤😤😤 I prefer archways/doorless frames in small high-traffic spaces, but every time I thought I could get away with it Maggie would specifically describe doors opening and closing (For example BL,LB Ch 41 gives the reading room double doors, and even the living room gets one in Ch 11. What kind of living room needs a door???). I'm actually missing one of the doorways described in canon, but if you know which one I'm talking about I DARE you to find a place to put that thing!! But I digress.

“Mom," she said as she jumped down the crooked stairs.

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 3

I'm liberally using "crooked" to establish the corner turn stairs. Blue steadies herself on the stair railing when she identifies Gansey for the first time (TRB Ch 15), so I wanted the stairs to have good visual access to visitors. It also sort of has a feng shui-ish effect of separating the public and private energy zones in the house. If that statement made zero sense, I think one of us doesn't know enough about feng shui 👀 and it might be me.

I'm also using that quote to establish Maura's room downstairs, if Blue generally expects to find her mother there, but mostly because everything else was upstairs and it was getting hard to fit. Granted, at one point Blue leads the boys "up the stairs to Maura's bedroom" (TDT Epilogue) but since they were just arriving at 300 Fox Way those stairs could easily be the outdoor ones. There's a handful of little things to support me here, such as Adam grabbing a scrying bowl from Maura's room to use in the reading room (BL,LB Ch 41) implying that her room was the closest place to find one. And speaking of Maura's room-

Calla was overwhelmed by how much shit Maura had in her room at 300 Fox Way, and she told Blue this.

... The mess was taking years from her life. ... Maura liked chaos.

... The psychic hotline rang in the room next door. Calla's concentration fluttered away.

- Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Prologue

Maura is my favorite hypocrite. She claims to detest clutter (TRB Ch 34) and yet her room is literally described as chaos. She probably treats her room like a college student and moves the furniture every time she gets bored/stressed. Thus, I gave her the most insane furniture configuration I could think of while still matching all the contents described.

The phone ringing next door might imply that she neighbors the phone/sewing/cat room, but that area is pretty well described and Maura's room is never mentioned there in any other instance. That leaves us with the kitchen phone (TRB Ch 27) which I put in the hallway with kitchen access as a compromise so it would technically still be in a room next to Maura's.

In the reading room, the man looked around with clinical interest. His gaze passed over the candles, the potted plants, the incense burners, the elaborate dining room chandelier, the rustic table that dominated the room, the lace curtains, and finally landed on a framed photograph of Steve Martin.

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 13

There are so many quotes about the reading room that I just don't feel like citing them, but other details include the mismatched chairs, the shelves, doors etc. It's also described specifically as Maura's "front room" (TRB Prologue) so it's one of the cornerstones that I designed the rest of the layout around. Because of the plants, it makes sense that this room would be south-facing too. (Although idk how much light they get with the wraparound porch awning in the way. Oops lol!)

The outside suddenly seemed vivid in comparison to the dim kitchen. The April-bright trees pressed against the windows of the breakfast area, ...

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 3

Blue Stormed into 300 Fox Way's kitchen and began a one-sided interrogation with Artemus, who was still hidden behind the closed storage closet door.

- The Raven King, Chapter 9

Likewise, I'm using the particularly dim kitchen to place it on the north side, where we also know there's trees in the backyard.

I'll say the kitchen layout is weirder than it strictly needed to be because in the Virginia homes I referenced I adored all the strange kitchens, especially with old timey 'servants area' vibes where laundry kitchen and pantry are all connected. Instead of a kitchen island, they get one of those rolling kitchen carts which I doubled as a bar cart for the drinks they have in the living room.

The kitchen has a doorway to the hall (TRB Ch 13) and the living room is within view when Blue's on the kitchen phone (Ch 27).

Speaking of chapter 27, that's when we get the description "The morning light through the windows turned the drinks a brilliant, translucent yellow." So I put the living room on the east side of the house, where the rising sun would cast really strong light like that.

Second Floor

When she woke up, her normally morning-bright room had the breath-held dimness of afternoon. In the next room over, Orla was talking to either her boyfriend or to one of the psychic hotline callers.

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 3

Blue headed toward the red-painted door at the end of the hall. On her way, she had to pass the frenzy of activity in the Phone/Sewing/Cat Room and the furious battle for the bathroom. The room behind the red door belonged to Persephone, ...

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 11

Blue's room and the Phone/Sewing/Cat room are our cornerstones for this floor. In several examples we know that the Phone/Sewing/Cat room faces the street and has a window (TRB Ch 15, BL,LB Ch 4). While Blue's room is "morning-bright," we also get descriptions of guests at the front door "backlit by the evening sun," (TRB Ch 15) so once again we're probably talking about south windows if it's sunlit at both times of day.

Adam sat awkwardly on the edge of Blue's bed. It felt strange to have so easily gained access to a girl's bed- room. If you knew Blue at all, the room was unsurprising - canvas silhouettes of trees stuck to the walls, leaves hanging in chains from the ceiling fan, a bird with a talk bubble reading WORMS FOR ALL painted above a shelf cluttered with buttons and about nine different pairs of scissors. Against the wall, Blue self-consciously taped up the drooping branch on one of the trees.

- The Dream Thieves, Chapter 49

We get some great descriptions of Blue's room (especially TRB Ch 43), although the above one is my favorite (#wormsforall). Every piece of furniture is accounted for exactly as described except the desk which I added because it seemed practical, and Blue is nothing if not practical™.

Persephone's room is also very well-described, all the way down to the furniture and lighting placement (BL,LB Ch 4 and TRB Ch 11) and it's surprisingly similar to Blue's room, if not a bit smaller. Her room gets strong afternoon sunlight, so I put it on the south too (BL,LB Ch 43).

Calla and Jimi share a room that's also upstairs (TRK Ch 16). Because they are the only two who have to share a room, I have justified that it must be the "master bedroom" (sorry for using that term) and is far bigger than the other bedrooms. I managed to fit two queen beds in there, but some scholars [me] would argue that Jimi and Calla might also share a bed because they are in love. Can you prove me wrong? No, you can't.

As for the bathroom, remember when I mentioned a possible contradiction? Famously, Maura draws the ley line symbol in the steamed up shower door (TRB Ch 1). However, much later we get Maura, Orla, Calla and Jimi all sitting in the bathtub for some kind of ritual (TRK Ch 9). No matter how I picture it, I can't put 4 full grown women in a bathtub together without someone partially sitting on/spilling over the side. But that would be impossible in a combo bath/shower enclosed by glass doors!! Thus, I gave The Bathroom a nice tub and put a small shower in the en suite of Jimi and Calla's room. I know this is a stretch but I don't really care.

Attic

Blue had never been a big fan of the attic, even before Neeve moved in. Numerous slanting roof lines provided dozens of opportunities to hit your head on a sloping ceiling. Unfinished wood floorboards and areas patched with prickly plywood were unfriendly to bare feet. Summer turned the attic into an inferno.

... In one of the narrow dormers, two full-length, footed mirrors faced each other, reflecting mirrored images back and forth at each other in perpetuum.

- The Raven Boys, Chapter 34

Trying to fit the attic access in after everything in the second floor was my biggest challenge, because stairs normally take up a lot of space and you have to be careful about head room. I'm the end, I decided it was one of those fold out attic doors that you have to reach from the ceiling of the hallway. We might get a lot of instances of the attic door being opened (😤 seriously, Maggie... 😤) but technically a trap door in the ceiling is still a door!

Dormers pretty much cemented the French colonial style for me. And you know the drill by now: a hot room probably means a lot of sun, which means I give it a south facing window!

Mud Room/Cellar/Basement

This cellar has absolutely zero mention in the text, but my justification is based in the architecture. So far we've got a funky old colonial house, built without a garage, lots of walls etc. Especially in a low-income/semi-rural area, it's not crazy to assume that 300 Fox Way was built before most residents had refrigerators (1930s-40s). Besides iceboxes, a major way to keep food fresh was root cellars. Modern renovations for old homes convert these to concrete basements, but that's why the basement is so small and connects to the kitchen.

My headcanon is that Orla originally shared a room. Pick whoever you want: Maura, Blue or Persephone, any of them would easily be such a chaotic roommate that Orla snapped and in a fit of teen girl rage moved herself down to the crummy dark basement. Over time, she made efforts to glamorize it, such as a vintage dressing screen to hide the flood drainage pump. The privacy also allows her to bring boyfriends over, even sneaking them through the mud room.

This is really just my artistic license, but I swear it makes a surprising amount of sense in context. There's cases of Orla sneaking into the kitchen (easier if she has a back entrance) and she's almost always using the phone upstairs or in the kitchen (because a basement would get bad reception) even though her calls get kinda ~intimate.

Aaaaaand I think that's everything. Sorry it doesn't look like the photo from the wiki at all, but I couldn't find a source for it and Victorian style wasn't super common in the areas I researched. Let me know if I missed anything major! I'll probably cry myself to sleep if so.

[outlawruben]

I love when quote generator is accurate here’s a few that I got:

Sean: Welcome to my very first vlog, in which I try different hair products!

Sean: *sprays hairspray in his mouth*

Sean: Well, right off the bat I can tell you this one is not very good.

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Dutch: If there are no questions, we'll move on to the next chapter.

Arthur: I have a question.

Dutch: Certainly, Arthur. What is it?

Arthur: What's the point of human existence?

Dutch: I meant any questions about the subject at hand.

Arthur : Oh.

Arthur: Frankly, l'd like to have the issue resolved before I expend any more energy on this

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Dutch, to Hosea: Well, one of us has to be wrong and it's not going to be me.

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Dutch: If you really want to get back at a man, scare him with a pregnancy test. I've got a whole box of old positives at my house.

Micah: You're an American treasure.

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Arthur: I'm going to get myself some soup.

Hosea : Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot.

Arthur: Pfft, I won't burn myself.

*30 seconds later*

Arthur, entering the room: I burned myself

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Pearson: Tommorrow's garbage day.

Sadie: I can't believe they made a whole day dedicated to you.

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Arthur: Oh, they left the bowl out?

Arthur: It says, "Take two pieces of candy."

John: Nobody around though...

*John grabs the entire bowl and runs off with it*

Arthur : NO -

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Dutch : Are pigeons drones?

Hosea: What? No, I'm trying to sleep.

Dutch: Think about it. How come you've never seen a baby pigeon? And why do you never actually see a pigeon nest? Because they're DRONES!

Hosea: *Crying* Please let me sleep...

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Charles : Are you ready to commit?

Arthur: Like, a crime or a relationship?

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Dutch: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Hosea: Aren't you forgetting something?

Dutch : Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Hosea's forehead before running out.*

Hosea: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you??

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Arthur : I'm trash.

Charles : As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7:00 work for you?

Arthur :

Arthur : You smooth motherfucker. And yes, it does.

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Javier walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: John, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

John, sipping coffee happily: I love you too

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*Sadie comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Abigail's bedroom.*

Abigail: Babe, are you.. coming to bed?

Sadie: No thank you, I'm sure you're lovely but I have a girlfriend.

Sadie: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep*

Abigail: ….

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John : This date is boring!

Javier: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

John: Then why did you invite me?

Javier: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Javier I'll do whatever I want!”

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Sadie : Talk dirty to me, baby~

Abigail: The dishes.

Sadie : Wh-

Abigail: They've been there for 4 days and it's your turn to wash them. You still haven't cleaned them and I have asked you to do it several times.

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Thank you.

[thalialunacy]

[written for the @calaisreno May Prompts Safari. E-rating, y'all. and schmoopy as hell.]

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When next they arrive at Sherlock's parents' house, it's the end of May bank holiday and John is more than ready to hand over his child in exchange for a strong drink.

This, he muses as his wish comes true without even having to be voiced, is the magic of grandparents.

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He's just coming back from putting Rosie down when he hears surprisingly raucous laughter and the words '... the priest was never quite the same after that, was he?'

He comes to a stop in the centre of the furniture configuration, looking round at various family members with a raised eyebrow. 'Holmeses,' he says solemnly. 'Dare I ask?'

'Oh, absolutely,' Sherlock's mum replies. 'We've had enough to drink that we're starting in on rude stories.' John coughs, and she waves her hand, somehow managing not to spill any wine. 'Not rude like that. Well. Mostly not.'

Mycroft, of all people, lets out what could graciously be called a snort. 'I'll start: John, I must tell you that once, at Christmas, Mother told us her shirt had French letters on it, and then had no idea why Grandfather looked so scandalised.'

John looks to Sherlock, perplexed. 'Condoms, John,' Sherlock explains. 'Eighteenth century Britons called them, among other things, "French letters."'

John swallows his mouthful of scotch. 'Of course.'

'Oh, oh!' Sherlock's mum starts. 'John, there was a time when Mycroft was so worried that baby Sherlock would roll out of bed that he found every blanket in the house and made him a huge nest. Then wouldn't leave his side.'

Mycroft purses his lips. 'I did no such thing.'

'Don't lie to your mother. You were there for days. You nearly suffocated him, you were so worried.'

Sherlock's father chuckles. 'There was also a time, John, that he and Sherlock volunteered to be ushers at church and ended up fighting over which offering plate had the most in it at the end. The Altar Guild was cross with us for months.'

John does laugh at that one.

'Yes, yes,' Sherlock drawls. 'And believe it or not, John, Father frequently used to play hangman with me in the church bulletin during services.'

His mother turns to her husband, genuinely surprised. 'Did you really?'

His father shrugs. 'It was better than the alternative.'

His mother eyes her younger son. 'Yes, that's probably true.' But she doesn't bother hiding her fond smile.

This goes on for quite a while, all four Holmeses using John as their audience to tell increasingly far-fetched stories about their shared histories. John, sat next to Sherlock and making his way slowly through two fingers of fine alcohol, can't help but be charmed. They're ridiculous, and, let's be honest, fairly weird, but they obviously have great affection for each other. Despite what Mycroft and Sherlock might claim.

When there's a lull, he just asks it: 'Out of curiosity, why are you telling me all this? Not that I don't find it amusing, obviously, but… Sherlock?'

John's eyes narrow, his stomach somersaulting, as he realises Sherlock has slid off the sofa and onto both knees, his whole family is situated on various pieces of furniture behind him like a posed picture, and he's got--

'Oh.'

--he's got a rather distinctive item in the palm of his outstretched hand.

'Oh.'

'Yes, very good John, knew you'd cotton on eventually.'

His voice is strong, yet a bit off. John searches his face. 'You're not taking the p--' He glances at Sherlock's mum. '--mickey?'

'Yes,' Sherlock deadpans. 'I gathered my whole very hilarious family of known pranksters to pull your leg in an elaborate and expensive manner.'

'Alright, keep your shirt on. I just-- You're serious. You actually want to get-- be-- married. To… me.'

'If you and Rosamund will have me.'

John feels it like a surge, but tamps it down. 'And Reginald the cat?'

Sherlock is slightly taken aback. 'Obviously. Unless that would be an issue for you, if Rosamund--'

John barks out a laugh, plucks the ring from Sherlock's hand and yanks him back up onto the sofa. 'Oh shut up, you absolute disaster, of course we bloody will.'

Sherlock's mouth curves, but he doesn't fully relax. 'Even though I come with this lot attached?' He waves at his family without looking at them. 'Those stories, I assure you, are only the tip of the iceberg.'

John wants to tackle him. 'You've met my "A-leveled in alcoholism" sister, have you not?'

'Well, yes, but--'

'Shut. Up.' John glances at the rest of the family, feeling his ears turn a bit red at their blatant interest in the proceedings, but clears his throat and grabs the back of Sherlock's neck anyway. 'I love the hell out of you, remember?' he says quietly.

Sherlock's gaze jumps around his face, searching. 'I seem to recall something about that, yes.'

'And if the shit we've gone through in the last decade hasn't broken us--' Sherlock opens his mouth. '--inoperably, hasn't broken us inoperably, then I'm pretty damn sure we'll be fine.' He touches their lips together very briefly, then presses their foreheads together for a moment longer.

Sherlock's mum very cheerfully breaks the moment. 'Wait until Rosie's a teenager to say that, dear.'

'Mum.' John feels Sherlock's groan rumble through him, and can't help but chuckle.

He pulls back, dropping his hand, and gives the family a sheepish but unashamed look. 'We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, I think.'

'Indeed. Life is a journey, not a destination.'

Everyone turns to stare at Mycroft.

He stares back, lifting his chin. 'What? Am I not meant to know Emerson?'

'Are we sure he's not been replaced by a cyborg?' John whispers to Sherlock.

'Who would be able to tell the difference?' Sherlock parries immediately.

Mycroft huffs. 'Oh, please. Go consummate this new relationship status so I can have some peace.'

John clears his throat. 'Beg pardon?'

Mycroft rolls his eyes and stands. 'Shall we fetch another round of drinks before we move on?'

His parents exchange a look, then stand. 'That is a brilliant idea,' says his mum.

'I am rather known for them,' Mycroft says dryly, heading to the kitchen without a glance backwards.

John tries again. 'Beg p--'

Sherlock's mother pats him on the cheek. 'Oh, we have a movie night planned. With lots of explosions.'

'Ah,' Sherlock says, as if this explains everything.

John turns to him with a questioning look. 'The home theatre room,' Sherlock clarifies, his droll tone belied by his slightly pinked neck, 'is at the opposite end of the house from the rooms they've given us for the weekend.'

John considers being embarrassed for half a second, but then decides it's of no use. 'Ta, Holmeses. We'll see you in the morning.'

'Oh, and don't worry about the baby's wake-up,' Sherlock's father adds as he's following the rest out of the room. He gestures at his wife's retreating back. 'This one will take care of her so you lot can be as lazy as you like.'

'As if John is ever--'

John nudges the detective's elbow. 'It's a euphemism, Sherlock.'

'Oh. Certainly.' He nods, once, at his father. 'Thank you.'

---

Sherlock gets up the stairs ahead of him, but they're still yards from the door to their room when he stops and unceremoniously herds John against the wall. John grunts in surprise. 'What? Are you--'

Sherlock's lips stop up his words, and distract him so much he doesn't really clock that Sherlock's gorgeous hands are working efficiently at his trouser fastening… until all of the sudden he does.

'Are you mad?' he manages when Sherlock mouths across his jaw, his hand plunging into John's pants with finesse. John is soft, but he won't be for long at this rate, Jesus. He has to tighten his hold on Sherlock's biceps.

'Of course I am,' Sherlock answers, voice like butterscotch against John's ear. Then he drops to his knees, and John nearly swoons like a Victorian maiden.

'Your family!' he hisses instead, unable to stop a hand from weaving into Sherlock's hair. Not to pull, not this time at least. This time, to just… be there.

'They're all occupied,' Sherlock replies, the words throwing heat against John's now-exposed hip. 'They may be feckless but they still have some propriety left.' He looks up at John, his lips hovering tantalisingly near the tip of the plumping cock he holds in his hands.

'Fuck,' John breathes. 'Go on, then.'

Sherlock needs no more permission.

John has had more illicit liaisons in his life, it's true, but for some reason (he knows the reason) he goes from half-mast to panting to mindless word repetition in a record amount of time.

'Sherlock--' He tries to keep his voice down, so it comes out much more desperate than he'd intended, but fuck it. 'If you keep-- Sherlock--'

He hears--and feels--an urgent sound come from his partner, and looks down, past those fucking eyes, to the hand speedily opening trousers and drawing himself out.

John probably whimpers, that's how fucking hot he finds that view, and in combination with Sherlock's admirable oral efforts, he speeds towards climax at a rate he's not achieved in years. There's a flash of a thought of inadequacy, but it's overcome handily by watching Sherlock fuck his own hand at a near-frantic pace. He does clutch Sherlock's hair, finally, as he comes down his gorgeous throat.

He hears a curse and opens his eyes just in time to see Sherlock ejaculate almost neatly into a handkerchief he must've pulled from his pocket.

He wants to laugh. He pulls Sherlock to his feet, heedless of their state of dishabille, and kisses him, hard. Well, as hard as he can before he does indeed start to laugh.

'I can't believe you did that,' he rasps as he barrels them through the bedroom door, finally. He feels stupid, giddy. Frothy.

'Which part?' Sherlock replies as they shed their already-unfastened clothes and fwump somewhat gracefully onto the bed.

'You bastard,' John groans without heat. 'Despoiling a handkerchief? Getting off where anyone could come walking on by? Proposing to me with your whole family around like a flock of posh geese?'

'What a ridiculous image.'

John rolls over to partially smush Sherlock, who wheezes slightly and wraps his arms around John's torso. 'I'll show you a ridiculous image,' John says, giving his best Randy Lad smirk.

Sherlock raises an eyebrow. 'So soon?'

'Maybe. Okay, no, but I can still do some damage, ta very much.'

'Such as?'

John sobers. He drops his eyes to Sherlock's chin. 'You'll laugh at me.'

A long, graceful finger traces around his orbital socket. 'Don't let that stop you.'

'Berk.'

'Such as?'

John just breathes for a moment. Then he reaches out to touch a small nevus on Sherlock's collarbone, then travels the trail to another one. 'Oh, just…' He follows his finger with his tongue, tasting. 'Want to trace the constellations onto you.'

He hears Sherlock inhale, and feels it as his chest rises. Then John finds himself pulled into a long, deep, ridiculous kiss.

'By all means,' Sherlock finally says against his lips. 'I look forward to your very thorough survey.'

John releases a breath, and settles in to get started.

[<3]

[lightasthesun]

Dialogue Prompts (Taylor's Version)

1♪ “You are the best thing that's ever been mine.”

2♪ “I will never leave you alone.”

3♪ “I'm captivated by you, like a fireworks show.”

4♪ “How's life? Tell me how's your family?”

5♪ “I'm sorry for that night.”

6♪ “Run away now.”

7♪ “Run as fast as you can.”

8♪ “They are the lucky ones.”

9♪ “Have we met?”

10♪ “Who do you love?”

11♪ “Remember this moment?”

12♪ “Remember this feeling.”

13♪ “Life makes love look hard.”

14♪ “I love you. I loved you from the very first day.”

15♪ “Meet me tonight.”

16♪ “You are not the exception.”

17♪ “I can't stop thinking about you and I.”

18♪ “I'm setting you free.”

19♪ “It's gonna be alright.”

20♪ “It's in the past.”

21♪ “Heaven can't help me now.”

22♪ “No one has to know what we do.”

23♪ “Are you insane?”

24♪ “It's been a long six months.”

25♪ “You're my best friend.”

26♪ “It might blow up in your pretty face.”

27♪ “Come here.”

28♪ “I said 'I love you', you say nothing back.”

29♪ “I knew it all along.”

30♪ “How'd we end up on the floor anyway?”

31♪ “She's laughing up at us from hell.”

32♪ “I don't remember.”

33♪ “The end is coming.”

34♪ “You should be doing more.”

35♪ “You have to trust more freely.”

35♪ “Love is a lie.”

36♪ “It's time now, let go.”

37♪ “This is it. I've had enough.”

38♪ “I swear I'm gonna change.”

39♪ “I still love you.”

40♪ “It's been you all along.”

41♪ “I need you.”

42♪ “Look at you, worrying so much about things you can't change.”

43♪ “I'm sorry, too.”

44♪ “Don't get attached.”

45♪ “Everybody knows that.”

46♪ “Why?!”

47♪ “Go out and have some fun.”

48♪ “Why did you let her go?”

49♪ “It's not just a phase I'm in.”

50♪ “Believe in one thing, I won't go away.”

51♪ “I'll wait for you.”

52♪ “Do you know how much I miss you.”

53♪ “All's well that ends well.”

54♪ “Fuck the Patriarchy.”

55♪ “It's supposed to be fun turning 21.”

56♪ “I keep waiting for you but you never come.”

57♪ “I don't know what to think.”

58♪ “You look beautiful tonight.”

59♪ “Forever and always.”

60♪ “I'm in love with you.”

61♪ “There's nothing you can say.”

62♪ “Too late.”

63♪ “Did you ever think of me?”

64♪ “We're still friends.”

65♪ “Take my hand.”

66♪ “I think he did it.”

67♪ “They all want to be you.”

68♪ “What's a lifetime of achievement if I pushed you to the edge and you were too polite to leave me?”

69♪ “Dancing is a dangerous game.”

70♪ “I survived.”

71♪ “What a sad sight.”

72♪ “Yes.”

73♪ “Who knows what could've been.”

74♪ “Are you sure?”

75♪ “This is me trying.”

76♪ “Fuck you forever.”

77♪ “Sir, I think he's bleeding out.”

78♪ “Doc, I think she's crashing out.”

79♪ “Get in, let's drive.”

80♪ “I'd die for you in secret.”

81♪ “Give me a reason.”

82♪ “Im fine.”

83♪ “I love you (ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?)”

84♪ “Where we gonna go?”

85♪ “I rent a place on Cornelia Street.”

86♪ “I don't know.”

87♪ “I'd die for you.”

88♪ “Damn, it's 7am.”

89♪ “Are you ready for it?”

90♪ “Don't thrown away a good thing.”

91♪ “You're gorgeous.”

92♪ “Go, go, go!”

93♪ “That's a lie.”

94♪ “Does he know?”

95♪ “Get your shit together.”

96♪ “Nothing is gonna change.”

97♪ “You made us proud.”

98♪ “Don't leave me here alone.”

99♪ “I know you don't.”

100♪ “We always walked a very thin line.”

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

Part 15

Zoe woke up a couple hours later, feeling slightly better and very relaxed.

Her eyes scanned the room - she was still wrapped up in the same spot, on the comfiest bed she's ever been in. She rolled onto her back and stretched her legs and arms as well, reaching them up over her head. Cillian stirred besides her.

"What time is it?" Zoe rasped out.

Cillian reached over and checked his phone. The TV was still on, casting some light in the dark room. The storm was still raging outside.

"It's 4:30" He replied, setting his phone down.

"Did you get a chance to sleep?" Zoe asked.

Cillian smiled. "Yea, until your snoring woke me up"

Zoe looked mortified. "I do NOT snore!"

Cillian laughed. "I should have recorded you"

"You better not!!" Zoe said, lightly pushing his shoulder. Cillian laughed. He looked over at her. "Relax. I wouldn't do that. And yes I slept a bit. I got up to make a cup of tea. I would of asked you, but you were out like a light"

Zoe smiled. "It's easy when this bed is so comfy. I can't believe you get to sleep in this every night. This is heaven"

Cillian broke his smile, and looked back at the TV. Zoe noticed, Did I say something wrong? she wondered.

"You hungry?" Cillian said, sitting up. "We can order some food. Want some Chinese? There's a place I order from that has the best egg rolls"

Zoe sat up, and ran her fingers through her hair. "Cill, I feel like a freeloader staying here all day. It's not fair to you. I already stayed way too long and you've been very kind when you didn't need to-"

"But I want you to stay" Cillian said, turning around.

Zoe looked shocked. "You do?"

"Yea.... and plus, we have an episode of succession to catch up on, remember?" Cillian said, hopefully.

Zoe smiled. "okay fine. You grab the takeout menu, i'll get HBO up and running."

Forty five minutes later, they had a bed picnic of chicken and broccoli, lo mein, crab rangoon and egg rolls. Succession was playing while they were quietly eating, passing back and forth the takeout containers between them.

They both didn't want to address the elephant in the room.

the elephant being the fact this arrangement was coming to an end in a month and a half, and they were starting to enjoy each other's company. They were acting like a couple when they were in fact NOT a couple. They had to act like a couple when they were out in public; not in the confines of their own homes. Sure, they had to get to know each other, but calling Cillian wasted and him picking Zoe up and taking care of her all night and morning was a move reserved for people more than just "acquaintances."

That's what Zoe was scared of; He would move on after this arrangement was done and he'd go to live his life, date the models, walk the red carpets, and she'll just be a blip in his past. She'll always come up as a girl he dated; that is what she'll be known for. Cillian Murphy's ex girlfriend. Where does she go from here? Sure, she has a job; but what about her reputation? Did she ruin it? Would any job she gets be because of her talent, and not because of who she dated? Would anyone want to date her after this or would she be labeled as "too much baggage"? Would she still be followed by people wanting to take her picture?

Zoe put down her fork and took a sip of the glass of water on the bedside table. She noticed her phone next to the glass; still on the charger but still off. She knew had to turn it on eventually, but she kind of liked being disconnected from everyone. She felt like she was in a bubble with Cillian, and no one could get to them.

She grabbed her phone and turned on the power button.

I'm just going to text Dana and let he know I'm alive, Zoe thought. Then I'm turning it right back off.

Sure enough, there were some texts and missed calls from Dana, some texts not making sense (they were from last night) and many from this morning, stating the usual hungover texts.

I'm never drinking again I feel like I got hit by a truck Text me when you get this, so i know you're good

Zoe sent her a quick text, letting her know she was okay and that she, too, felt like shit. She powered her phone back down, but not without noticing some texts from her mom.

Not strong enough for that right now, Zoe thought.

Cillian began to collect the takeout containers and bring them downstairs to the trash. Zoe got out of the bed and smoothed out the blanket, brushing off any crumbs that might be left over.

She didn't want to admit it, but she was thoroughly enjoying herself. When she would sit and think about her future, she always pictured days like this with her husband; rainy, cozy days in bed, under the covers, sleeping, kissing, watching TV.

She didn't think she'd be doing this with Cillian Murphy.

Cillian came back as soon as Zoe was finishing cleaning the blanket. She half thought since they were done eating, he would offer to have Joseph drive her home. Instead, he got back in bed and resumed his position that he had all afternoon.

Zoe crawled back in bed, resting her head against the soft pillows. She turned to face him.

"so....." Zoe said. She didn't know what she was saying. The silence was killing her. She felt there was tension in the room. She didn't know what from, she just knew something felt off.

"So...." Cillian repeated, also not sure what to say.

After about 10 seconds of awkward silence, they both looked at each other and laughed. Cillian scooted down and lay on his side, facing her. They were inches away, staring at each other.

"So are you always this accommodating to the drunk ladies you score on the weekends?" Zoe said, instantly regretting it. that's the best I can come up with? I sound like such a loser.

"The ladies I score on the weekends? You think I'm that good huh?" Cillian chuckled. "Drunk ladies aren't my thing. And I much rather be home. I'm not one for going out every night. I'm past that phase in my life."

"Then why'd you come get me then? You could of easily just hung up or not answered when I called."

Cillian smiled softly. "Because I care. Contrary to what you believe. And whenever you call... i'll always answer."

Zoe smiled again. "You have a funny way of showing you care... sometimes"

"... Because everyone I ever cared about like this, left."

Zoe's heart broke. He cared. She cared. They both care. And they both shouldn't.

"What's going to happen when this is done?" Zoe whispered.

Cillian sighed. "I guess we... go our separate ways"

Zoe felt a lump in her throat. Through all the bullshit that happened, she develop feelings for Cillian. She didn't want to admit it, but she did. And the fact that there's a timeline on their relationship made her feel anxious. She wanted to soak up every second with him while she could. She just needed to be sure, 100000% sure, beyond a reasonable doubt, that they were on the same page.

"Cillian" Zoe said, bravely. Just do it. Say it.

"Hm?"

"I..." Zoe started, voice now faltering.

Cillian smiled, and rested his hand on her cheek.

"i know."

He knows? knows what?

"No, let me just say it." Zoe said. She was so sick of letting things go unsaid.

"As much as you drive me crazy, and the shit you pulled last night at my apartment... I can't stop thinking about you. You're like the breath of fresh air I needed. I find myself looking forward to Sundays when you come over, and every time I hear my phone go off, i hope it's you. I just... I don't know. I know we shouldn't of, and this was all just supposed to be an agreement, but I can't help it."

Cillian smiled, hand still on her cheek. "I know."

I know? I know?? What does that mean? He feels the same way? or he can tell how I feel? Why are men so vague??

"Last night, when I left your apartment after I ... you know" Cillian said, rolling his eyes. Zoe couldn't help but giggle. It was so stupid what he did.

"I came home, and I came up here, and put on HBO and had every intention of finishing the episode we started. But I couldn't"

"Why?" Zoe asked.

Cillian's demeanor softened, if it could get any softer. "I didn't want to watch it without you. It's a little bit of you I look forward to every week. It didn't feel right. I wanted to watch it with you."

Zoe smiled. "Well, It's been on and we've been missing it this entire time" She whispered.

"Cillian smiled. "This is better" His thumb softly rubbing against her cheek. He sighed. "You make me very nervous" He continued.

"You terrify me" Zoe replied. That caught Cillian off guard.

"Wow. Haven't been called that before" he chuckled.

"Sorry," Zoe said, mentally kicking herself for saying another dumb thing. "It's just... I haven't been treated very kindly by guys... ever."

"And I've been left." Cillian whispered back. "Discarded to the side like it's nothing."

"It's their loss. It's her loss" Zoe said. Cillian froze for a second, picking up on Zoe saying "her"; she meant his ex wife. When will it not be a sore subject? When will he forgive himself?

Zoe reached out and put her hand on his cheek as well, mirroring his hand on her. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. Zoe scooted even closer to him, his hand falling from her cheek to under the covers, resting on her hip. Their chests slightly bumping every time they breathed, noses slightly brushed up against each other. Zoe could stay here forever.

"Zoe" Cillian whispered.

"hm?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Zoe melted. "Yes"

Cillian lifted his head and his lips met hers.

There was no electrifying feeling from the kiss. There was no butterflies. No one got weak in the knees, and no one had their breath taken away.

They felt calm. They relaxed into each other. The heaviness that weighed on their chest was suddenly gone. They felt weightless, like they could float away.

Zoe kissed him back, slowly parting her lips and letting his tongue meet hers. He deepened the kiss and squeezed her hip. He pulled away but still close enough to have their lips touch.

"Stay the night with me" He whispered.

Zoe smiled back at him.

"I don't mean it like that," Cillian immediately said, realizing the position they were in. "I just... I just don't want this to end. I want you close to me"

Zoe smiled and gave him another kiss.

How could she ever leave?

tags: @lau219 @wolfieellsworld @shopgirl6us

[softpine]

ALL THE DIFFERENT GRIFFINS. IM SO. I NEED INFO. SPECIFICALLY ON GRIFFIN WITH A DAUGHTER??? DO U HAVE ANY ACTUAL THOUGHTS ABT THESE DIFFERENT AUS BC IM SO,,,,,

yesssss i would be happy to share each of the griffins lives!! i'll just run through them in order:

[major trigger warning for child abuse, attempted murder, etc. all the typical finn things]

1- inmate: he... did something... that i can't tell you yet... as a kid that got him sent to juvy for a few years. by the time he was released at 18, he had practically no life skills, no formal education, and the only people left in his life were other juvy kids. he tried to make the best of a shitty situation by changing his name, moving states, and starting over, but it wasn't long before he resorted to petty theft to make it by. his crimes escalated until he was eventually caught for armed robbery and sentenced to 25 to life. it was almost a relief to know that he wouldn't have to worry about making decisions anymore. he doesn't feel like he's ever been in charge of his own life, so being in prison is just more of the same.

2- drifter: he's still a teenager here. he successfully ran away from home as a kid, never got attacked, but instead of going to live with his aunt in new york, he's been living mostly on the road and in shelters ever since. he sticks to smaller towns, keeps a low profile, and makes a living doing odd jobs. he's safe, but lonely. asa knowing his name was a huge shock to him, because no one ever cares to ask his name.

3- kid: he hasn't hit the turning point in his life where every tiny decision can have life-altering consequences, so this is just a representation of almost every version of griffin at age 12. in this particular moment, he'd just gotten into a fight at school which he will be suspended for. i just think it's funny how he calls asa an old man lmao

4- survivor: he was obviously attacked. when he was found many days later, he was barely clinging to life. he suffered the most severe brain damage of all the versions of griffin we've seen, lost his eye, and has never quite recovered from the emotional and physical trauma. he has frequent seizures that leave him unable to work. it's rare that he even goes outside alone, so asa approaching him on the one day when he did choose to go for a walk by himself was not great timing. where this griffin differs is that he was adopted by his aunt after the attack, because his parents were actually charged with child abuse and neglect for their actions on the night of his attack (many people believe they were directly responsible, but it was never proven. they pled guilty to lesser charges to avoid an attempted murder trial). so griffin is actually in new york in that picture.

5- dad: he was attacked and left for dead, but in this universe, he was rescued within a few hours. his attacker had stabbed him in the arm with a broken beer bottle (this happened to all the versions of griffin who were attacked. it's why he wasn't able to fight back as hard). while he was being treated in the hospital, the wound got infected and his arm had to be amputated. the long healing process meant he had to rely on his parents for a ton of assistance and support. they were even more desperate to prove that they can be good parents and that they would never hurt their son, so the 3 of them all became pretty codependent. he lived at home with them until he was in his 30s, but then his dad died of a sudden heart attack (brought on by alcoholism, because he never quit drinking) and griffin realized it was time to move on. he married the daughter of one of his mom's friends, the first person he's ever dated, but their marriage dissolved a few years later for... a lot of reasons. they got a divorce before the baby was even born, but griffin tries to be the best father he possibly can be. he absolutely spoils her (you can see that based on the excessive playground equipment he bought for his yard lol) and she's his entire reason for living now, even though he only gets to see her every other week. he hopes she can stay for longer when she's older.

6- mechanic: griffin (and our finn, for that matter) was a huge nascar fan and his dream was to be a professional driver. that didn't exactly pan out for him, but he does enjoy being a mechanic. he's about 40 in that picture. he was never attacked, never ran away from home, and instead he endured the increasingly horrific abuse until he turned 18, moved out, and never talked to anyone in his family ever again. he prefers to be mostly solitary; never married, no kids, not even any friends, but he gets along with his coworkers well enough. he has an extremely hard time trusting that anyone has good intentions. in his free time, he restores & sells old furniture. his dream is to retire and move to the countryside.

7- sex worker: honestly, probably the most mentally stable griffin on this list... like don't get me wrong, he's still traumatized from the same childhood that every version of griffin shares, and i'm not saying his job is easy by any means, but he has a ton of friends who actually understand him and who he doesn't have to pretend with, he lives with his cousin liz who he's really close to, he keeps in contact with his parents but hardly ever sees them in person (which is exactly how he likes it), and he has a real sense of community. he was never attacked. he didn't run away from home when he was 12 like he planned, but instead waited until he was 14 and his parents allowed him to go live with his aunt with everyone's agreement. when liz, who is older than him, moved out to go to college, griffin followed her and they've been living together for years now. she's the only family member who knows what he does for work, so she makes sure to look out for him. oh also he's the only version of griffin we've seen that has a boyfriend?? he was supposed to say something about him in response to asa saying "i have a partner", but i cut it because i don't actually think griffin would offer that info up to a stranger, no matter how strangely trustworthy asa appears to be.

[mrs-russ]

🔞Complex🔞

CH:3&4

Keegan x Reader x Kick

Reading time: 13:06

Words:3.6k

AO3

CH3

I groan as I wake to my alarm again, rubbing my eyes as I sit up. My body feels like it's been through an entire war, and I know that'll only get worse as the day goes on. I sit in place for a moment, contemplating what I should do. I could call in, but I don't want to use up my PTO, plus, it's only my second day back.

I get out of bed, my legs feel like jello as I make my way to the kitchen, getting a cup of coffee to wake me more before anything. I feel like shit today, my aching body is not the only problem. I overall feel drained in every way possible.

I fix my coffee with extra sugar when it finishes, knowing I'll need it. Sipping the hot liquid is almost therapeutic, from the taste down to the aroma.

After my coffee I make my way to the bathroom, wash my face, and brush my teeth before getting dressed. I didn't eat breakfast this morning, I know I'll regret that later. But now, I'm not hungry.

I look into my reflection, seeing how busted I look today. I can't believe one day of working did this.

It almost came time for me to leave after I packed my lunch, just 10 minutes left, and I could hear Keegan and Kick talking outside about something, their voices muffled by the door. Perhaps I'll join them?

I grab my phone and exit my apartment, seeing Keegan and Kick turning to look at me. “Hey, guys,” I say softly, smiling.

“Hey, sleep well?” keegan asks, his voice deeper than usual. He must've woken up a few minutes ago. His hair is a little messy, too.

“Yeah, as well as I could” I move closer to them, smelling cigarette smoke lingering in the air. “You guys sleep well?”

“Yeah, I did,” Kick says with a smile.

“Same here” Keegan answers gently. “You look nice today”

“Ah, thank you” I chuckle to myself, seeing him smiling at me. I fell a little giddy from his gaze.

“Any plans today?” I ask them, my eyebrows arching curiously.

“Nah, maybe an idea,” Keegan says, his eyes scanning my body.

Kick looks at Keegan before looking back at me. “No plans for me,”

“Didn’t you have that meeting today, Kick?” Keegan asks suddenly, my eyes shooting to kick.

Kick just looks at keegan for a second, a subtle expression on him I can't quite read “Yeah, thanks for reminding me” My face turns slightly confused, it feels a little tense right now.

I decide not to push the subject by asking about the meeting. Instead, I turn to Keegan “Did you want to do something together?” I ask, and it feels a little awkward with Kick staring at Keegan now.

“Yeah, actually” He takes a step closer to me, leaving Kick slightly behind. “I was thinking about going to the beach today. It's supposed to be pretty sunny and hot after 3.”

“Oh? Well, I get off at 2:30. So I'd be home by 3:15” I smile softly, and he smirks. “I’ll be more than happy to go”

“Great” he replies, and my eyes shoot to kick as he also moves closer.

“My meeting ends at 3 if you want a third” Kick says, and Keegan looks at him.

I can't help but feel something is up between the two.

“Maybe next time,” Keegan responds, and my eyes widen slightly. He doesn't elaborate further, and I can see Kick's face contort to slight annoyance.

“Sure, that's fine” he quickly hides his disappointment with a soft smile. “I’ll leave you two at it” Kick winks at me before leaving, and I can't help but feel a twinge of sadness. I don't show it though, and my eyes go to Keegan as Kick disappears into his apartment.

I smile softly at him, my heart dropping as I snap back to reality and realize I'm probably late for work. I quickly check my watch, It's 6:30.

I sigh deeply. “I'm sorry, Keegan, I really gotta go. I'm late for work”

He gives me a reassuring look “It's okay, I'll see you later, alright? I'll keep you updated.”

“Thank you” I smile at him before retreating to my apartment to get all my things before leaving. “Bye,” I wave as I walk down the stairs, keegan going back into his apartment after I get to my car.

I don't know what's going on with them, but I hope it's nothing bad.

CH4

Today was absolutely horrible. There were at least 30 people I had to tend to, and I was almost falling asleep driving home. I know Keegan and I are supposed to go to the beach today, but I don't know if I can. I'll try regardless, though.

As I pull into the complex’s lot, I get a message from Kick. “How was work?” it reads, and my thumbs begin typing after I park.

“Shit,” I reply simply, “too many people to deal with today”

“Thats no good, but are you and Keegan still going to the beach? He's been talking about it all day.”

“I'm not sure, but I'm going to try.”

“Don’t be scared to tell him you're too tired. He won't take it to heart.” I sigh deeply, getting out of my car while typing.

“I know, I'd just feel bad” I look up from my phone, and see keegan sitting outside on the steps. “I’ll update you,”

“Alright, I'm omw home from the meeting now. I'll see you later,” he says, and I smile softly.

“See you later.”

I put my phone in my pocket and grab my bags from my car, walking towards the stairs.

“Hey, Keegan,” I say as I get closer, still smiling. He's wearing a black form-fitting shirt and grey joggers, my eyes traveling over him.

“Hey, doll,” he stands up from the stairs, making way for me to climb them. “How was work?”

I look into his eyes, a soft blush striking my cheeks at the name he gave me. “Exhausting,” I sigh, “just happy today is Friday.”

He takes my bags, helping me unlock my door. “Thank you,” I say softly, a somber look crossing my face.

“What's wrong?” he asks, noticing my change in demeanor.

I huff “I- don't know about going to the beach today, Keegan.” I look down. “I just… I'm really tired, and my entire body hurts. I had so much to do today, and I'm pretty sure I have a migraine.” I explain sadly, “Is it okay if we go on a different day? Maybe tomorrow?”

His hand grabs my chin gently, angling my face towards his. “That's perfectly fine, I understand” he assures, a soft smile playing on his face as his thumb brushes against my cheek.

My eyes are locked on his, and I'm pretty sure he can feel the heat radiating from my cheeks.

“Maybe we could watch a movie tonight at mine?” his voice is soft, luring me in. “It's okay if not, I'll let you rest if you need it”

“No, I mean- yeah- that sounds nice,” I respond quickly, my eyes still on his. “I’ll uh, change first? Then I'll join you.” I smile softly.

“Sounds perfect,” his hand falls from my face. “Wear something comfortable,” he smiles back.

“I will,” I grin, “see you in a few,”

He waves and enters his apartment as I enter mine. I place my things down and go to my room, sighing deeply. I wonder what I got myself into.

I change into a baggy shirt and pants, taking off my shoes and just wearing my socks. I tie my hair up In a bun, making sure it's all out of my face. Afterward, I make my way to Keegans, knocking on his door. He quickly opens it, inviting me in.

I've never been in here before, it's definitely different from my apartment, but not messy like I had expected. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he says playfully, my eyes scanning the area.

“Quite the place you have,” I chuckle, and he leads me towards the couch. “So, what movie are we watching?”

He looks at me, debating something. “Well, what's your favorite genre?”

“Action, horror, mysteries.” I give him a few options.

“Perfect,” he says, grabbing a movie called “Baby Driver”, one I've never seen.

“That looks fun,” I look at him as he inserts the movie into the player.

“Yeah, I've seen it a few times. It's really good.” he gets back to the couch, leaning back against it with his arm draped on the back of it. “Oh, do you need a drink or anything? I could get us some beers or popcorn,” he grins at me, his pearly whites on display.

“I'm not a drinker, but I'd take water and some popcorn if that's okay?”

“More than okay” he gets up and goes to the kitchen, retrieving water for me and a beer for himself. He sits it on the coffee table before returning to the kitchen to make the popcorn.

“Is it the extra buttery kind?” I ask with a playful smile.

“Of course it is. I'm not a psychopath,” he chuckles, the deep sound rumbling in his chest as the popcorn pops in the microwave.

“Good, wouldn't wanna watch a movie with a psycho” I tease, chuckling back.

He glances at me, shooting me a mischievous look before turning back to the popcorn and putting it in a bowl. “Extra salt? Sometimes these things lack it”

I get up from the couch and make my way over to him, “let's taste it first, see if it needs any”

He pops a piece into his mouth before gesturing for me to open up, “here,”

I part my lips and he places the popcorn on my tongue, my eyes on his. They're a bright shade of blue, almost grey, and I can't help but get lost in them.

“You have the prettiest eyes,” I say quietly, not quite realizing I spoke without thinking.

He quietly laughs, and I smile at the sound. “Thank you, yours are also beautiful.” he moves closer, everything momentarily forgotten. “Everything about you is beautiful, though.” he brushes the stray hairs from my face, my bun not quite holding well.

A nervous breath escapes my lips at the proximity of him, and I can feel his hand now tracing my jawline. My eyes are still on his, and I can feel the intensity of his gaze.

“You're tense,” he whispers, “Is everything alright?” his hand travels around my waist as he smirks. He knows he has a hold on me.

“Everything’s fine,” I whisper back, and he pulls me flush against his body.

He holds my gaze, making me feel antsy. “Can I kiss you?” he asks softly, a desperate edge to his voice, and my breath hitches.

All I can manage is a nod, not trusting myself to speak right now.

His free hand goes to my cheek, and his face gets closer, ghosting his lips over mine. He pulls back a little as I move closer, making me chase him slightly.

I let out a little frustrated breath before he finally allowed our lips to touch, my eyes closing as I sink into him. My hands grip his shirt softly, wanting to keep him close as we share this.

He carefully lifts me, placing me on the counter as my legs wrap around him. He groans as he feels me pressed against him, his hands going to my hips.

A sudden knock at Keegan's door breaks us from our moment, and Kick's voice is heard on the other side of it.

Keegan growls quietly as he looks at the door and his hands leave my hips.

“Stay here,” keegan says, and I nod, doing as told.

Keegan opens the door, and I listen to their conversation.

“Hey, What's up?”

“Hey, I'm assuming you two didn't go to the beach?”

“Nah, she said she was too tired today, so I just told her to rest.”

“Good,” Kick pauses, “She probably needs it”

“Yeah, that's what I told her.” there's a slight silence between the two, like they're eyeing each other down.

“Alright, well, see you later,”

“Cya”

Keegan closes the door and walks back to me, looking slightly frustrated. I bite my lip in anticipation and curiosity. I wonder why he lied?

As soon as keegan gets to me, he presses his lips against mine again, claiming them. I push him back a little, the kiss breaking. “Is everything alright?” I ask softly, my eyes worried.

He sighs and smiles. “Yeah, everything’s fine” his thumb brushes against my lip, licking his own. “You want me, right?” he asks seductively, and I can't manage to say no. “I do,” I say quietly, his lips moving from my ear to kiss my neck. “I need you”

My words cause him to push his hips into me, my breathing getting slightly heavier. “Good girl,” he mumbles against my skin, his hands traveling under my shirt and up my sides. “You need my help, don't you?” he asks, “to get the release you need?”

I can't help the soft squeak that leaves my lips, a blush on my cheeks. He takes that for an answer, a smirk crossing his lips. “Perfect”

His lips find mine again, and his fingers hook my pants, pulling them down enough to expose my panties. “I'll give you all you need and more,” he murmurs against my lips, my thighs pressing together tightly. his voice is already enough to get me soaked.

His hands slide under my panties, his fingers caressing the edge of my thigh teasingly. I move my hips slightly, causing his fingers to brush against my core. He breaks the kiss and looks deeply into my eyes. “Already so needy,” his voice is deep and husky, not bothering to hide his arousal.

My lips attack his neck, my teeth leaving small lovebites. He groans, the noise music to my ears. “I need you now, here,” he says, more of a demand than anything.

“Take me” I whisper, his hands ripping down my panties, exposing my wet pussy to him. “You're so perfect” he breathes out, “I'll fill you nicely.”

My hands go to his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers down. He's big and veiny, my mouth watering at the sight. I look into his eyes, seeing the built-up desire threatening to spill over. “Spread your legs” he demands, my legs parting for him.

“So beautiful.”

He lines up his cock with my entrance, slowly pushing inside of me. I gasp at the feeling, and his hands grip my hips again, pulling me closer so he can get deeper. “That's it,” he lets out a growl, my bottom lip being abused by my teeth as he's fully seated inside of me.

He stays still for a second, fully taking in being inside of me. “You feel so damn good” he praises, my hand gripping his arm as he stretches me. “You gonna take all of me?”

I let out a moan as he slowly began to move, nodding my head. “Atta girl,”

He picks up the pace slowly, my nails digging into him as he slides in and out of me. “Faster,” I whimper desperately, needing more of him. “You want it faster?” he taunts, “You're gonna have to work for it.”

A whine escapes my lips, and I buck my hips, my body begging for more. “Please keegan, please fuck me,” I say breathily, my eyes locking onto his.

“Hm? Couldn't quite hear you, princes.” he teases, his thrusts deep and slow. “What'd you say?”

“Please, please,” I whisper, my arms wrapping around his neck, “take me hard,”

“That's more like it,” his hips plunge forward, sinking as deeply into me as possible before pulling back and repeating the process quickly. My head falls back and I moan wildly.

His hand tangles in my hair, keeping my face pointed at his as he pounds into me. “Look at me,” he demands, my eyes falling on him as I moan his name. “That's my girl.”

He picks up the pace, my moans growing louder and more frequent. His hand goes to my mouth, covering it. “Not too loud. Don't wanna worry Kick,” he taunts with a smirk as he picks up the pace, I moan into his hand, my eyes on his.

The noises he makes, the way he moves, it's all driving me insane, and he can tell.

My hand goes to his arm, and my nails dig into his skin, making him moan. “fuck, baby,” he growls, thrusting more erratically. “You’re gonna drive me fuckin’ crazy,”

I can feel my release building in my stomach, everything mounting on top of each other proving to be too much for me. He can feel my walls pulsing around him, his body moving more roughly as my muffled moans grow louder.

My body shakes and I grip him tighter. His hand moving from my mouth to my clit, his thumb moving in circles. “Cum for me,” he orders, my back arching as my eyes close tightly, and I can't hold back anymore.

His words and actions send me over the edge, my pussy gripping his cock like a velvet vice as I come apart under his command.

“Want me to cum on that pretty face of yours?” he asks, his hand brushing my hair from my face. My bun has come down now, and my hair is a mess.

“Mhmm” I nod desperately, urging him on. He pulls out and pushes me to my knees, his hand in my hair again, keeping me in place as he strokes his cock.

He throws his head back, and I know he's close. I open my mouth eagerly, sticking out my tongue, wanting to taste his essence.

I look up at him with needy eyes, and he looks down at me, the action sending him over the edge. He pants heavily, his body shuttering as he cums all over my face and mouth, my tongue eagerly lapping up his hot seed.

He pulls away from me slightly, his hand resting on the counter, supporting himself as he comes down from his high. He looks down at me on my knees, my face painted with his art.

He chuckles, putting his pants and boxers back on before grabbing a napkin, and cleaning up my face for me.

My gaze stays on his, a smile playing on his lips as he throws the cloth away. “That was perfect,” he says softly, pulling me up from my knees. “I hope I satisfied you,” his fingers brush over my cheek soothingly, and I lean into his touch.

“You did,” I smile softly as well, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss before pulling away gently. “About that movie,” he says playfully with a chuckle, and I can't help but chuckle back.

“I think we made our own, don't you? My head rests against his chest, his hand combing through my hair. “Definitely,”

My legs feel like noodles, and I'm basically relying on him to stay upright. “Let's sit down, I'll order us something to eat.” he offers, picking me up and carrying me towards the couch bridal style.

I laugh as he picks me up. “I could’ve walked,”

“Do I hear complaining?” he smirks at me, putting me down on the couch.

“No, no. No complaining from me,” I watch as he sits next to me, a smile on my face.

“What would you like to eat, pretty girl?” he asks, pulling out his phone.

“I’ll take anything right now, I'm starving.” I rest my head on his shoulder, and he gives me a gentle kiss on the head. “Alright, pizza it is.”

Our food gets here after a bit, but by the time it is, I'm fast asleep on the couch, my head in his lap. His hand gently rubs me away, caressing my face. “Wake up, foods here,” he whispers, my eyes fluttering open.

I look up at him and rub my eyes, sitting up after. “Already?”

He chuckles at my groggy state, “Yeah, already, its right outside,” he says softly.

“Oh, well go get it. I don't want to eat cold pizza,” I say playfully, a sleepy smile on my face.

“Yes ma'am.”

He goes to the door and grabs the pizza, putting it on the coffee table. “I'll get us more drinks. These are hot by now.”

“Thank you,” I say softly, opening the pizza box and grabbing a slice.

He comes back with two cold drinks, a water for me and a beer for him. “What do you say we watch that movie now? I really did want to watch it,” he says with a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

He scoots closer, our legs touching as he starts the movie.

I get a notification on my phone, and checking it quickly I see a message from Kick.

“Hope you sleep well. Maybe we can go out for dinner tomorrow? Let me know.”

Keegan looks at me curiously as I type back. “Who is it?” he asks

“Oh, just a friend asking me if I want to have dinner tomorrow.” I smile, putting my phone down. I feel a bit of guilt for lying to him, but I know they aren't getting along too well right now, and I don't know how keegan would react.

“Oh, alright,” he says, pulling me close as the opening credits end. “Better pay attention, it's a good one.”

I eat my slice of pizza as we watch the movie, our bodies close. We both end up falling asleep in the middle of it, lying on the couch together as his arm is around me.

Tonight was nice.

help

[gumikpxp]

Clumsy

4. Soup for two

Pairing: ColdArtist!Minghao x Baker!Reader (f)

synopsis: Even though he's not surprised it turned out like this, he was looking forward to getting some work done and the bakery as much as he hates to admit it is a very good place. At least when the library isn't.

"Hey guys." Wonwoo mumbled as he walked into the apartment strangely early. He only left for work about 30 minutes ago. Yet he's already back and with a basket nonetheless.

"Noooooo! don't tell me she fired you please don't tell me she fired you!!" Soonyoung practically begged as he waited for his ramen to finish boiling. Minghao looked over from his tablet to look at Wonwoo as he placed the woven basket onto the counter.

"No i didn't get fired relax, she sent me home she's not opening the bakery today." Wonwoo told them and they both furrowed their eyebrows for different reason.

"Is she okay?" Soonyoung asked, it wasn't normal for the bakery to be closed.

"Dang, I guess i have to work here than." Minghao sighed shaking his head slightly. Wonwoo glared at him slightly deciding to ignore Minghaos antics for now.

"She's okay, She came down with a cold so the shop will be closed for a couple days well she tends to herself." Wonwoo explained and Minghao tsked.

"I told her she'd get sick."

"What do you mean you told her?" Wonwoo asked and Minghao sighed.

"She was running around in the rain last night looking for strawberries of all things, and she was soaked, her umbrella broke." Minghao explained moving his attention to the basket. "What did she give you?"

"... Strawberry Shortcake Cookies, and a couple servings of a strawberry cobbler." Wonwoo mumbled and sighed shaking his head at his bosses antics. "That girl is going to be the death of herself."

"At least you're there to save the day aren't you Wonwoo!" Soonyoung teased his friend and minghao furrowed his eyebrows.

"How taboo." Hao mumbled and wonwoo shook his head.

"There is nothing and i mean nothing going on between us, if anything you should question Jun." Wonwoo mumbled this catching the attention of both boys.

"Jun huh?" Soongyoung asked and Minghao tilted his head slightly.

"Yea she's always talking about him, they're super close too He's a gardener so she gets a lot of our fruits from him but he's hardly at the shop when i'm there she mostly goes to his house or he comes when i'm not there. I've seen him once, he's good looking." Wonwoo explained taking the pastries out of the basket and setting them in the table.

They looked... well impeccable definitely delicious.

"Wait don't have class today right?" Wonwoo asked and the latter shook his head in confirmation.

"Perfect you can't take soup and this basket to Y/n than!" Wonwoo smiled teasingly to him and soonyoung laugh at the frown growing on His face.

"I'd rather not." He denied pretty quickly.

"Why not."

"I don't even know her, nor do i care to."

"And why not she's very sweet." Wonwoo asked furrowing his brows and crossing his arms and Hai sighed.

"Because knowing her seems like i'd be given the burden of watching over a baby deer." He deadpanned in response and both his roommates looked a bit offended at his words.

"You're friends with Shua!" Soonyoung said and minghao shrugged.

"That's different."

"How!?"

"Shuas dumb not nearly dying every two seconds."

"He's just scared he will like her. I'll take the soup." Wonwoo mumbled. Minghao froze and gaped.

"I am not!" He argued.

"You are too, no wonder you haven't had a girlfriend since highschool." Wonwoo snickered and Minghao grumbled.

"I'll take the stupid soup."

He can't believe he got tricked into taking the stupid soup. He was just glad the weather was better then the night before, still cold but definitely better.

Minghao finally saw the bakery and noticed through the windows, a familiar girl wiping down tables and chairs. He rolled his eyes as he knocked against the class door with a closed sigh.

Y/n looked up and smiled rushing to the door and opening it for him. "Minghao! W-what are you doing here?" She asked him dusting her hands on her pajama shorts.

"I brought soup. If you're sick why aren't you at home resting?" He asked her and she chuckled nervously.

"Well i am home, just not resting. I live here." She told him closing the door behind him and taking the basket from his hands.

"You.. live here?" He asked her as he tried to process the information.

"I opened up a bakery in a completely different country from my family? I don't have a time of money and i live alone. It's not extremely uncommon here in korea too. My apartment is upstairs." She explained to him pulling the soup out of the basket. it was a lot of soup.

"I suppose that's true, just unexpected. what are you doing?" He paused as she took the soup pouring it in two separate bowls.

"This is a lot of soup, would you like to share with me or are you going to make me eat alone." She asked giving him a soft smile and setting the two bowls in a freshly cleaned table. "Unless you have plans of course."

He shook his head. "I can stay for a bowl of soup. Besides i bought it, it only makes sense." He mumbled taking a seat across from her as she sat down smelling the steam from her bowl.

"Ah.. so this wasn't handmade with love i'm guessing." She teased him and he rolled his eyes.

"Not unless the cook at the store had a thing for me." He joked back with a stoic face and she laughed at his retort.

"Well thank you for this, i was getting a bit hungry." She mumbled taking a spoonful into her mouth and humming at the warmth and taste. He simply nodded.

"you really should rest. you'll be able to open up shop much quicker if you allow yourself time to heal." Minghao suggested and she nodded.

"You are right about that. Maybe i should have wonwoo on cleaning duty." She giggled and he nodded.

"Yes please get him out of the house. Soonyoung too if you can i'd like to study in peace." He told her and she nodded with a giggle.

"I can definitely do that, maybe i'll offer to pay soonyoung in cookies. He seems to enjoy those." She told him and he nodded.

"You bake very well." He complimented keeping his eyes in his soup. This she was extremely thankful to be sick. For if he saw the slight flush she turned from his compliment she would be able to blame it on her cold.

[bungou-stray-dogs-archive]

Sakunosuke Oda card - Surfing

Leader skill - Surfing the azure summer sea Increases Emerald hp 60% Reduces Azure enemy dmg 25% Increases starting beatdown gauge level 50% Active skill - I think I can ride this wave Increases Emerald atk 110% for 2 turns Doubles the number of cleared affinity orbs for 2 turns Sub-skill 1 - I can't believe I'm actually surfing Activates when the marble hits the wall 30 total times (27 at lv.5) Reduces enemy dmg by 85 for 1 turn (110 at lv.5) Sub-skill 2 - Maybe I'll take a break Activates when 50 total Emerald orbs are cleared (44 at lv.5) Recovers 4% of hp (6% at lv.5) Memo Oda Sakunosuke visiting the beach on his summer vacation. Finding a store that rents surfboards, he decides to try surfing. Although it is his first time doing so, Sakunosuke slices through the water with ease on his surfboard. He appears to be enjoying himself. Quotes "I thought surfing would be difficult without any prior experience, but it's easier to do than I expected. Maybe I should bring the children next time." "Ango, what have you been doing? ... Oh, I see. You're having a difficult time keeping your balance on the board." "The weather is nice but quite sunny... Dazai, don't spend the whole day sitting on the beach. I guess I'll ask you to fetch us some water from time to time." Affiliation: Port Mafia Emerald affinity Atk: 1524 (Max) | 1524 (Base) Hp: 9027 (Max) | 969 (Base) Special type

He's available from the Surfing scout (EN & JP)

[gleesongtournament]

Round 3 has finally come to a close. As usual I'll be taking a short break to get the next round ready, and will post the schedule a few days before it's set to start

But! Please enjoy the following playlist of all the round 3 winners aka the fan favorite Glee songs! Chosen by voters like you ♥️

Season 1 - 20 songs Season 2 - 34 songs Season 3 - 30 songs Season 4 - 22 songs Season 5 - 15 songs Season 6 - 7 songs

Full track list under the cut!

Don't Stop Believin (Pilot)

Bust Your Windows

Somebody To Love (s1)

It's My Life/Confessions

Halo/Walking On Sunshine

Hate On Me

Keep Holding On (s1)

Lean On Me

And I Am Telling You

Don’t Rain On My Parade (Rachel)

Express Yourself

4 Minutes

Run Joey Run

Jessie's Girl

The Boy Is Mine

Rose's Turn

Dream On

Another One Bites The Dust

Bad Romance

To Sir With Love

Empire State Of Mind

Me Against The Music

Lucky

Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy

Sweet Transvestite

Time Warp

Teenage Dream (s2)

Start Me Up/Livin On A Prayer

Stop In The Name Of Love/Free Your Mind

Forget You

Valerie (s2)

Dog Days Are Over

Baby It's Cold Outside

Bills Bills Bills

Thriller/Heads Will Roll

Silly Love Songs

Take Me Or Leave Me

Don't You Want Me

Blame It

Tik Tok

Landslide

Misery

Blackbird

Raise Your Glass (s2)

Loser Like Me (s2)

Ain't No Way

I Feel Pretty/Unpretty

Somewhere Only We Know

As If We Never Said Goodbye

Born This Way

Songbird

Go Your Own Way

I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

For Good

It's Not Unusual

You Can't Stop The Beat

I'm The Greatest Star (Kurt)

Something's Coming

It's All Over

Last Friday Night

Candyman

Uptown Girl

A Boy Like That

Hit Me With Your Best Shot/One Way Or Another

Rumor Has It/Someone Like You

Survivor/I Will Survive

ABC

We Are Young

We Found Love

Smooth Criminal

Never Can Say Goodbye

L O V E

I Will Always Love You

Love Shack

Cough Syrup

What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger)

Somebody That I Used To Know

Disco Inferno

How Will I Know

So Emotional

It’s Not Right But It’s Okay

Not The Boy Next Door

Shake It Out

Paradise By The Dashboard Light

New York State Of Mind

Crazy/U Drive Me Crazy

Barely Breathing

Don't Speak

Mine

Blow Me One Last Kiss

Hopelessly Devoted To You

Beauty School Drop Out

There Are Worse Things I Could Do

Holding Out For A Hero

Some Nights

Being Alive

Don't Dream It's Over

White Christmas

Don't Stop Me Now

Hung Up

Girl On Fire

Old Time Rock & Roll/Danger Zone

Come What May

I Still Believe/Super Bass

Superstition

For Once In My Life

Got To Get You Into My Life

Hey Jude

Seasons Of Love

I'll Stand By You (s5)

If I Die Young

Marry The Night

If I Were A Boy

I Believe In A Thing Called Love

Brave

Gloria

More Than A Feeling

I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For

You Make Me Feel So Young

Best Day Of My Life

I Want To Know What Love Is

Tightrope

Home (s6)

It's Too Late

Hand In My Pocket/I Feel The Earth Move

Somebody Loves You

Take Me To Church

I Lived

[rey-jake-therapist]

The Blacklist rewatch, Tom's death and bad motherhood representation

I don't care that most Blacklist fans didn't like Tom, that they hated that Liz took him back instead of dating boring Ressler or old Reddington, I'll always be thankful that he stayed for 4 seasons and a half, and very bitter that he was killed off while he was with Reddington the only true GREY characters of the show, and actually brought something.

I saw someone say the show really turned bad after he died and I'm not far from agreeing.

And I for one think he got a redemption too easily, and that Liz looked very naive believing him after he lied to her about his true identity and his presence in her life since the beginning...

But at the end of the day, there was something very... irresistible.... about this man who was 200% dedicated to this woman and his child, who genuinely wanted to lead a peaceful life with them and who became feral if anyone touched Liz.

And I hadn't realized before, but in the car that brought him and Liz at the hospital, Liz thought that Tom would make it and she would die.... and he just begged her to stay with him, because he couldn't live without her. And then she closed her eyes and he thought her dead. That's when he lost the will to live and died at the hospital, while HE WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE IT! And I'm supposed to be ok? Duh.

What I can't, WON'T accept is that Liz just abandoned her daughter for months to live alone in the woods and mourn Tom there. I'm sorry but no mother in her right mind would leave a one year old baby she couldn't t see for 10 months under the care of a woman who's..... A fucking criminal no less?! Tom's mother, who wasn't even his mom for 30 years and who had never seen the baby before! Only a man could have put this shit out of his ass. At least she could have asked Harold Cooper, who she said was the closest to a father she ever had...

Or no, she should just have never abandoned her daughter at all. The excuses "I'm too angry", it's bs. What's sadder is that it's only the first of a long list of bad choices that Liz did with her daughter. And just like Liz was better off without her deadbeat mother Katarina, Agnes was way safer without Liz. I just can't understand how the writers thought it was a good idea to write Liz this way...

In my opinion, Agnes was a mistake. A BIG one. Once she was born it was clear that the writers had no idea what to do with this baby, and as a result she was basically absent all the time because her parents were too busy doing.... anything else than parents are supposed to be doing! It's a really shame that they gave this "bad mother" angle to Liz, because without that, I LOVED "Darth Lizzie". I loved that she turned dark at last, that she stopped being always nice and pretty and boring, with her weird mood regarding Reddington that changed all the time, and made her very inconsistent as a character.

I was like, "let her do bad things, yeah!! but... the kid?"

[lilpotatjj]

A/N: My first Pedro fic *cries in gay* and it's sooooo sweet and lovely♡♡♡ writing this was soooo much fun. I hope u enjoy it and by the way I just ad non canon story just for the plot.

WARNING: if u can't handle fluff and sweeeet sweeet pedro skip, otherwise enjoy and scream silently 🤭 reader is shy, lots of kissing and did I say sweet pedro? Ehm...hint of a panicattack

Wordcount: 1,6k

Proofread? I tried xD

Masterlist

Dirty Coincidence

"1:30 pm fu'ff'(ck)! I'm 'f'(t)oo la'f'(t)e!" Cars and people pass you by as you run along the path with a Hot Dog in your mouth, without looking back or paying much attention to the road. *I'll never have a chance at one of these roles if I get there too late!* you thought.

With a bang you run into someone big and you both crash to the ground. "fuuuuck.......!" your eyes fall first and foremost on the mess you have made. "oh my god I'm so sorry!" Your eyes widen as you realise whose jacket you have just soiled. "ah....o....oh my.....holy sh.....I'll clean the jacket I'm really really sorry!"

A light laugh is the only response from the man facing you.

"I don't believe it. I just ruined Pedro Pascal's jacket...." you whisper to yourself and still can't believe who is standing in front of you.

"It's not that bad. Leave it, but you should look where you're going in the future, pretty lady!" You turn bright red at his words and look at your watch in shock. "Damn it! I have to go! I'm really sorry, but it was nice to meet you!" A thoughtful Pedro looks after you and just shakes his head in amusement.

"The day is off to a good start huh?" He smiles and continues on his way.

You stand in front of a large building and stare at the huge windows. "Let's go then...if it's not already too late"

With big quick steps you look around the entrance hall and walk briskly to the reception.

"I had an appointment 10 minutes ago...I'm really sorry I'm late but I had a little accident on the way here..." You literally have a cold sweat running down your face. The lady at reception looks at you and smiles kindly as she holds a phone to her ear.

"Neil, your 1:30 appointment has arrived, shall I send them to you?.............ok" After a short pause she looks at you. "You can go to the back, aisle 2, room 4, left side. Neil is waiting for you there. He says you shouldn't worry. Your audition partner for the text samples hasn't arrived yet either".

A deep sigh comes out of your mouth and you nod, walk towards room 4 and knock. The door opens and Neil looks at you with a relaxed smile.

"Welcome, step in" The two of you are talking about the first scenes and script while you are waiting for your co-worker when the door suddenly opens.

"there you are, then we can start now!" Neil says and your jaw almost drops to the floor when you see who is coming in.

Immediately the blood rushes to your cheeks as the handsome, attractive man looks at you in surprise. "What a coincidence, we meet again so soon" Pedro comes to you and gives you his hand to greet you.

"ah....ehm...hi...." That's all you can say and smiling speechlessly, too uncomfortable with the whole situation, grabbing his hand.

"you two know each other?" Neil looks back and forth between you.

"well....something like that" Pedro smirks and grabs his script. The two of you start working on the text phases and, despite the situation beforehand, you quickly get into your characters. Together you rehearse for over 2 hours and Neil is visibly thrilled by your natural appearance.

You take a break and go to the cafeteria together.

"your jacket....-" "Don't mention it" you were about to start, but Pedro interrupts you, stuffs some fries into his mouth and looks at you.

"you live here?" He asks

"I just moved here and I don't know my way around yet" you dig into your salad. "is that why you ran like that?" he teases you with a cheeky smile. "hehe......yeah. i got lost first. now i know where we have to go." You can't help but keep looking at him. "working with you is pretty entertaining so far" you try to stay relaxed and put some food in your mouth.

"I think you did a pretty good job" Pedro finishes his fries. Without noticing that you are smiling at him almost dreamily, you continue to eat. "thank you...."

You two can easily inspire Neil and start shooting a part of season 2 in The Last of Us together.

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It has been 4 weeks since you both got the roles and you are more than just a well-rehearsed team. Today we start filming a flashback for Joel 10 years ago in which he met another woman besides Tess because of the work situation.

The scene wants a kiss, which has to be shot as authentically as possible. For Pedro this is less of a problem as he has already shot different scenes with such a situation but for you? Primere! Great, and then also with him. You get into it and everything goes well until then. You can almost hear your heart beating, why?

You're excited.....about the scene? ...Pedro? The audience with all the cameras? Your gut feeling knows this quite well because it is totally tingling. Then it happens and the first kiss is perfect. For the shoot?....no not for that....Your breathing almost stops and you are far too nervous to continue, you run completely out of breath towards the toilet. A dumbfounded Pedro remains standing. Pedro looks after you silently and just stands there in confusion.

Once in the toilet, you gasp for breath, almost as if you are having a panic attack. You put your hand over your mouth, completely lost in thoughts, as you realise how you feel about Pedro. "not him......" There is a sudden knock at the door. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"y....yes...I'm f..fine" your voice totally shaky trying to put the words together.

"can I come in please?"

"n...NO!....i mean...fuck..." You finally open the door and look halfway at him with your cheeks all red. He comes in, closes the door behind him and looks at you calmly.

"Do you want to stop work for today? When you feeling sick we can take a break"

You just shake your head. "No...that's not it" You grab your left upper arm. Pedro eyes you piercingly, almost as if he hears all your dirty thoughts, and comes much closer to you.

Your heart is about to explode and you can't help but approach him too.

Your gaze full of longing to be closer to him, he silently granting and you slowly close your eyes. His breath is clearly perceptible, you kiss him tenderly on his lips, he continues to respond to the kiss without hesitation and plays along with your sweet lips. You detach yourselves from the kiss without looking at him. "I'm sorry....."

"you are a really sassy girl" he says with a sweet smile and carefully kisses again, more intensely and a little more dominant that you are both completely out of breath. "

We have to go back. The others are already wondering where we are" he winks at you, but you can't concentrate on anything else. Bright red, you return with Pedro and are obviously no longer in the mood for filming, so Pedro makes a deal with Neil to get the rest of the day off.

"Do you want to come to my place?" he asks you casually, without any ulterior motives. You nod shyly and the two of you finally head home to him. When you arrive, you just stand there, which makes him smile. "Don't worry, I won't bite, make yourself comfortable... I'll make us some coffee." He disappears into the kitchen and returns shortly afterwards with two coffees in his hands. Both of you sit on his comfortable couch and sip the coffee.

"we are making good progress with the work"

"yes........" you stare at your coffee. He senses your discomfort and looks at you sweetly. "in the kiss scene.... was that your first?" He scrutinises your reaction. "because you're so damn shy"

"Yeah...sorry...." you look down at your legs and pinch your jeans.

"it really doesn't have to....god damn it you're so cute"

Your head is already all messed up and you bite your lower lip, which is not hidden from him and he looks directly at your sweet lips. His fingers sneak under your chin, forcing you to look at him. Without asking you, he kisses you tenderly and carefully, which makes you relax and accept his sweet kiss.

The two of you can't detach each other, but you only separate to catch your breath and engage in another seductive kiss between your lips that screems for so much more. "you want more....?" he asks you but instead of awnsering you just kiss back, lick over his lips which makes him open his mouth and your tongues both fight for dominance.

You let out a sigh and finally you part, face to face, gasping for air. "You're a damn good kisser" Pedro looks at you, slightly messed up, but he signals for you to snuggle into his arms. Shyly, you lie down in his arms and rest your head in his neck, which is why you can smell his wonderful scent with every breath. "if you need anything just let me know" Actually you need a new panty right now but you just nod and cuddle up to him more. He gently strokes your back without being intrusive. "I can't believe I fell in love with you clumsy" he smiles.

You cling to him tighter. "I... think I love you too..." you say and he kisses you on the forehead, smiles cheekily.

All this just because of a bump 4 weeks ago!

If you want a part 2 with or without smut just comment or request me :3