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[prince-liest]

Haven't done this before.... is this thing on? helooo... So I wanted to ask, since you are writing a lot, do you have a mechanical keyboard? As someone who fell into the absolute rabbithole that is mechanical keyboards a few years ago, I am always interested in other peoples experiences. So, if not, ignore my following completely nerdy ramblings: I personally like the clicky and tactile types. My favourites are Kaihl Box White, Jade and Midnight Purples. Thanks!

Hello! Welcome to my inbox and possibly Tumblr, haha—I love seeing familiar usernames from AO3!

So the perils of being a student who frequently has to change locations and have a computer at work means that I've been using exclusively laptops since graduating high school in 2014! I currently use a ROG Zephyrus G14 (though I don't remember the year as I bought it used-like-new off a friend), which, by the by, I would highly recommend to anyone who wants a lightweight but powerful gaming laptop that has a pretty, work-appropriate aesthetic and travels very well because it has a separate, integrated graphics card that allows it a 10 hour battery life.

HOWEVER. I know a bunch of people that are into keyboards and I gleefully anticipate the day (probably in another three years, once I finish residency and move again) when I can get an actual desktop and finally find out what the heck all of y'all are on about, hahaha. My dad does have a nice clacky one with low-set buttons that I find really satisfying, though. A childhood of him playing Doom 3, Far Cry 2, and Battlefield 2 in the living room while I read on the couch makes it a very comforting background noise to me. At least until I started stealing his desktop to play WoW and Overwatch, hahaha.

[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait Chapter 20

Seal of Approval

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

A/N: Katie offically meets Nick and Juliette.

“I’m glad that Arnold built up the courage to come forward.” Lorelei commented one night while on the phone with Katie.

“Yeah. I guess even eisbibers can be brave.” Katie replied with a laugh, although Lorelei could hear the pride in her voice.

“Your Uncle Bud is an example of that. It takes a lot of guts to continue interacting with a Grimm. Even Nick was proud of him.” She sat down on the sofa, stretching out.

“I know a lot of those at the meeting appreciated what you said about them being brave just to be in the presence of two Grimm. As well as how respectful you were.” Katie told her. “Apparently Mom and Uncle Bud have been bragging that ‘little Katie is dating Lorelei Burkhardt’ to everyone. Mom is insisting you return for dinner, Uncle Bud wants you over at his place, there are plans to invite you and Nick to the Lodge Fourth of July Party, and you’ve even completely won over my Dad.”

Lorelei laughed. “Wow, I have your dad’s seal of approval? That’s the most surprising part.”

Katie laughed along with her. “Are we still meeting up this Sunday for lunch with Nick and Juliette?” she asked once the laughter died up.

“Assuming Nick doesn’t get called into work, yep.”

“And Juliette is still in the dark about wesen and Grimms?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, I look forward to it.”

“Hey guys, I think I got something.” Monroe said. He and Lorelei were at the trailer with Nick trying to help his identify a wesen involved in his latest case.

Lorelei and Nick looked up from their own journals towards Monroe. Nick dropped his book and made his way over to Monroe. “Well good, cause I got nothing.”

Lorelei joined the pair, as Monroe pointed to an image. “Did he look like this?”

“Yes!” Nick said, jabbing the page. “A murcielago”

“Well, at least according to your Spanish forebearer Jose Maria Lopez Diego Y Grimm, who caught up with one in the Upper Amazon. My people know them as geolter blitz, literally bat out of hell. It’s a legendary liminal being.”

“And that means what?” Nick asked.

“It basically refers to two distinct states of existence simultaneous within one physical body.” Lorelei told him.

Monroe pointed at her. “Yeah, the duality of humanity, the ying and the yang, the…Ike and Tina Turner of it all.” He continued. “Anyway, ahem, according to these notes, they make a very high-pitched sound that can peel the bark off a dog.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Lorelei saw a look of recognition cross Nick’s face. “At the murder site, there were broken light bulbs and mirrors. Could that be a murcielago or a geo-whatever?”

Monroe sat down, looking at the pages more closely. “Well, if I’m reading these illustrations correctly, its sounds can shatter eardrums, pop eyeballs, rupture nasal passages…blow out bowels, generally wreak havoc with whatever is left.” He glanced at Lorelei. “You speak Spanish, am I getting this right?”

Lorelei nodded. “How am I gonna face off against one?” Nick asked.

“With one of these, if you’ve got one.” Monroe noted, pointing to another image. Lorelei glanced over his shoulder as Nick came to join her.

“Murcielago matraca.” Nick read off the page.

“Looks like some kind of hand-crank siren. Apparently, it wreaks havoc with their ultrasonic sound waves. Negating their ability to, you know, blow out your eyes. You ever seen anything like that before?”

“Yeah, actually I have.” Lorelei said, pointing in the direction of the window seat. “It should be a box in there.”

Nick moved over to it and sure enough, there was a box with an image of a murcielago carved into it. He brought it back to where Lorelei and Monroe were.

“God, there is some amazing stuff in this trailer.” Monroe breathed, looking at the box in awe. “Do you have this place insured?”

“That would mean having to admit that it existed, so,” Nick trailed off as he used a crowbar to open the box.

Lorelei smiled as she watched the boy’s nerd out over the device. Nick was kind enough to allow Monroe to give it the first go. As Monroe first started cranking it, it was loud enough for Nick and Lorelei to hear however it eventually was too high pitched for their ears to hear. Monroe however could. Eventually, the bottle in front of it exploded. “Oops.” Monroe said, stepping back slightly. “Looks like your good to go.”

Lorelei hadn’t been involved with the final showdown between Nick, Monroe, and the murcielago, however they did fill her in what happened. Lorelei was a little upset at being left out but there simply hadn’t been time, so she moved on. Especially when Nick told her about looking more into the death of their parents. Apparently, the three wesen involved in the death of jewellery store owner had also been involved in their parent’s death as well. Although they were dead, a fourth was still alive. Lorelei wasn’t sure how she felt; for most of life she had thought her parent’s death was an accident and now she found out that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah, I’m a little nervous. I mean, I know how important Nick is to you.” Katie replied as they drove to meet Nick and Juliette for lunch. She laughed. “Although when my Mom found out I was having lunch with Nick Burkhardt, she started grilling me on using my manners and being on my ‘best behaviour’, like geez I’m almost twenty. I know how to act.”

Lorelei smiled as she pulled into Nick’s street. “I suppose Moms are gonna Mom. It was nice of her to provide pie though. Although I am pretty sure Nick and Juliette still have a bunch of pies that the eisbibers already gave them.”

“I heard the Lodge went a little nuts with gifts. I guess Juliette had questions.” Katie commented.

Lorelei nodded, as they arrived. She parked in her usual spot, in the strip beside the house. “Nick just told her they were gifts of appreciation for doing his job.”

Katie hummed in understanding, as they got out of the car. They grabbed what they needed, including the pie and headed to the front door. Lorelei opened the door and stepped inside, calling out for the homeowners. Katie followed behind. Although she was trying to play it cool, she was obviously a bit anxious.

“In the kitchen.” Lorelei heard Nick call out, so they headed that way.

They entered the kitchen to find Nick cutting up vegetables on the counter. “Hey, where’s Juliette?” Lorelei asked, giving her brother a hug after he placed the knife on the chopping board.

“At the store, grabbing some last-minute stuff.” He said, wiping his hands on a tea towel. He glanced over at Katie who was hovering by the door, pie in hand. He gave her a smile. “Hi Katie, its nice to officially meet you. Come on in.”

At Nick’s friendly demeanour, Katie seemed to relax a bit and came closer. “Nice to meet you Detective Burkhardt. I know you guys are probably all pied out, but I have another courtesy of my Mom.”

Nick laughed. “Thank you and thank your Mom.” He said, taking the pie from her and placing it on the counter before extending his hand for a handshake. “And please, call me Nick.”

“Alright Nick.”

“And I’m not going to complain about more pie. They’ve all been really good.”

Katie shrugged. “What can I say, eisbiber moms make the best pies.”

“No arguments from me. Can I get you something to drink?”

While Lorelei put her laundry on, Nick and Katie continued conversing, getting to know each other, while joking about the eisbibers overzealousness regarding their gifts of appreciation. “What are your plans when you graduate?” Nick asked, having returned to cutting vegetables.

“I’m not one hundred percent sure yet, but considering eisbibers own most construction companies in Portland, I have a lot of choices.” Katie replied, seated on a stool nearby.

The back door opened, and Juliette stepped in. “Hi, sorry I’m late. I forgot a couple of things, like ingredients for a salad dressing.”

“No worries, but I am glad you’re back. I was afraid Nick might try cooking.” Lorelei joked, stepping out of the laundry.

“Hey.” Nick said, throwing a piece of carrot at Lorelei. She caught it and threw it back.

“Oi, no throwing things in the kitchen.” Juliette scolded them both. She placed the groceries bags on the counter, before turning to Katie. “You must be Katie, I’m Juliette.”

Katie stood up. “It’s nice to meet you, Juliette. Are they always like this?” she asked, referring to Nick and Lorelei’s childish antics.

Juliette laughed. “Oh yeah. Absolute children.”

The lunch went well, and as the couple drove away, Katie commented on nice Juliette was and how ‘normal’ Nick was. “Which is weird, cause you ain’t normal.” Katie joked and Lorelei swatted at her, laughing.

“Yeah, well, one of us had to be.” Lorelei joked and they laughed again.

Lorelei dropped Katie at her place before heading home. She placed the leftovers Juliette had sent her home with into the fridge and changed some more comfortable clothes. After making some tea, one of Rosalee’s relaxing blends, she sat down on the sofa with the TV on in the background. It had been a hectic few weeks. Lorelei hadn’t had much to just relax and breathe. She had just grabbed a book to read when she heard her phone go off. Grumbling, she got up to grab it, happy to see it was just a message. And one from Sean. Sitting back down, Lorelei opened the message eagerly. She hadn’t had much time to talk to Sean lately, not since their visit to the Gardens. Lorelei had thought she knew where she stood with Sean, but his behaviour along with the kiss on the cheek had her questioning herself again. She had briefly considered he had been jealous of Katie but talked herself out of it. Why would a police captain be jealous of a college sophomore?

Sean’s message was asking if she had managed to find an apartment yet. Apparently, he owned a rental property, and the tenants had decided not to extend the lease. The apartment would be available by the end of the semester. Lorelei agreed to see the apartment, as she wasn’t having much luck. As the conversation progressed, Sean than asked if she was interested in doing a tour of the Shanghai Tunnels the following Saturday. This peaked Lorelei’s interest. As a history buff and lover of horror movies, she had been interested in visiting what was deemed one of the most haunted places in America. They would stop in to see the apartment first, before their tour of the tunnels followed by an early dinner. Next Part

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[thelongestway]

This is another little story that came out of the worldbuilding process - it's happening at about the same time as Ch. 5 in story 3. Now, I'm not really sure I'm not going to change some of these things around - but hey, that's what posting rough drafts is for, isn't it? (and actually, if any folks reading the rough drafts would poke me at things that rubbed them wrong, or weird, or inconsistencies, etc - I will be very grateful, I'm not entirely sure I'm liking my own worldbuilding work on this).

ship's haunted

The captain and kes away team were taking an awfully long time. We also had Dandelion working in the narrowest and most heavily filtered network of channels she could manage as part of our quarantine protocol, so instead of her, I pinged Iceblink for an update. She answered almost immediately.

ship's haunted, brisote. get phoibe pls you two might have the bridge for a while.

That code was supposed to be a sunbleached joke.

Iceblink, come again?

ship's haunted. remember that one bot pilot whose signature we used to throw off the corps? we're talking to it right now. it's a full ai and also probably staring at my communicator with a camera right now because that's probably safe. probably.

…

not the half of it. it got its engine eaten by the breakoff virus.

How in the empty cosmos did it find the Breakoff Virus?

i dunno apparently there might be a Vault on a contested colony??? this is so fucked. and also we're fucked. probably not infected, because judging by the data they did a legit good job of cleaning it out, but still fucked. the damage to their ship has been done, and now it is being very insistent about rebuilding its engines to be like ours. it's sending dandelion a crazy amount of pings per second but ofc she isn't going to break protocol for it. you reading this, perihelion? dandelion's our medic, she doesn't break quarantine. just pls give up on this i want the meeting logs to actually be useful, ok? sorry bri im gonna sign off now can't multitask like this

Good luck, Ice, I set the communicator aside. The Tenacious cluster always got the weird shit, that was just what you signed up for when you set your roots here, but a non-organic sapient AI trumped... I didn't even know. The Breakoff Virus? But then again, the non-organic sapient AI had caught the Breakoff Virus, and survived.

And if the AI wanted an organic engine, and Iceblink wanted Phoibe on site, I could guess what they were planning.

I went and got Phoibe, and we did our preparations, and then read sparse updates from the away team and nervously played cards until finally the shuttle carrying the strangest aspirant in the entire history of Arborea Cosmica departed the other ship.

"Dandelion, please confirm: enacting late stage initiation protocols?" Phoibe said as soon as Dandelion switched off her heavier feed filters.

"Confirmed. Quarantine remains in place until end of initiation. I don't want Perihelion in its crew's minds while we show them the heart."

"In their minds? That ship like sounds like a flying safety nightmare already," Phoibe muttered to me as ke set up kes part of the access protocol.

I nodded in agreement, and then dove back into my own work: preparing an exit route with minimal casualties. Phoibe soon joined me, getting as many people as possible out of the sections of the ship that would come under fire if Perihelion was armed. And we had to assume that we'd be under attack both physically and from the feed. I had no idea how a rootrotting organic graft would even work on a Rim jump engine, but if it was anything like what we did, the processing capabilities of that ship had to be truly monstrous, and we couldn't do even basic scanning while under quarantine. We weren't ready for this fight.

Iceblink burst onto the bridge a few minutes after the shuttle landed, and judging by the look on her face, she thought so, too.

"For fuck's sake!" She crashed into one of the empty chairs and immediately opened her terminal, accessing systems around the ship heart. "I don't know what's worse: the fact that it's a machine AI of impossible complexity for being non-organic, that it's now dead set on wanting an organic engine, or that it's basically a ten-year-old who has been given multiple encyclopedias and a blaster?"

"Iceblink, you're talking about a being that has been in operation for at least two decades and has been part of multiple dangerous missions," Dandelion said. "Treating it like a child does no one any favors."

"Sorry, but I don't have a different point of reference for this crap!" Iceblink snarled. "Because it's really obvious that it has acutely developed reasoning and can handle immense amounts of data, but there are also things it's just not equipped for! Dandelion, EMPs confirmed armed and control released to you, but you do realize the only ones who are going to be dead-dead from those are SecUnit and Iris? And then we're just going to have an incredibly pissed off ship two klicks off our port bow?"

"I do not think it will come to that."

"I really, really fucking hope you're right! So we don't have to kill someone who saved our asses!"

"Agitated as it is, I think Perihelion will back off once it fully understands what its plan entails."

Finished with her setup, Ice leaned back in her chair, watching the cameras tensely.

"What's gotten into you to do a 180 on regular AIs anyway? You're leery around anything more complex than a basic autopilot, and suddenly you're handling this one like a human aspirant?"

"I'm asking myself that question right now, believe me," Dandelion answered drily. "However, Captain Reed made a salient point. Its crew treat it like a node ship. Additionally, so does SecUnit, and I have seen how it thinks. So, until further developments prove us wrong, we are treating it as a node ship in severe distress--and in dire need of some education."

"I'm getting Joscelyn," Phoibe said and tapped the emergency communicator.

I had questions of my own, of course. The organic graft. The way it must have changed Perihelion's protocols. We knew Rim bot pilots could make the necessary calculations to get through the wormholes. The wormholes themselves were a Rim creation, after all. We also knew that Rim pilots were wildly inefficient, and from the data, Perihelion had been no exception to this before the organic graft.

But the thing was, our own early protocols were just as inefficient. Dandelion's own first jump back to Hylara was days, not hours. And a lot of it was programming, not organics. We'd improved on the protocols step by step, using what we'd discovered from analyzing the Vault's quantum tunneling. The node ships themselves also got better at jumping over time. It had always been a joint effort.

What did it mean, that an involuntary graft could lead to such a sharp improvement on hardly compatible hardware? What did it mean, that the graft self-destructed immediately after the virus in Perihelion's systems was deleted? What did it mean, that an attempted installation of that graft on a less complex bot pilot failed outright?

We'd seen no evidence before this that other people ever had organic/mechanic protocols; we thought that was entirely our own creation, born of necessity. Were we wrong? And even if they didn't, would we be handing them those same protocols now?

Damn it all, the Courageous was right, weren't they? Rim engagement would happen on a much shorter timeline than we'd ever imagined, and there was no way we could fully steer it.

"ETA 30," Iceblink said.

But all of this would come later. For now, we had the strangest aspirant ever to initiate. And a wormhole to jump if things went south.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ Wanna Feel Safe Again

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Sliding Into Home Master List Main Masterlist

Frank: Practice is boring 

Abby: Are you supposed to be on your phone? 

Frank: No? 

Abyy: Go back to practice 

Frank: But I miss you 

Abby: I’ll make it worth it if you go back.  

Frank: Really? 

Abby: Maybe 

Frank: You can’t downgrade Cricket 

Abby: Who said I did? 

Frank smiled as he looked at his phone. “That smile cannot get any bigger.” He looked up at a smug looking Johnny.  Frank closed his phone as Johnny sat next to him. “Who are you texting with?” 

“No one.”  

“You’re a shit liar Adler. You can tell me if you’re texting my sister.”  

“I’m not. Just a friend.  Making plans.” He shoved his phone in his bag. “You need something, you nosy bastard?”  

Johnny laughed. “Ready to actually practice?” 

“Fine,” Frank shoved him out of the dugout as they laughed on the field.  

A couple of hours later, Abby was at her desk, updating the injury report when there was a knock.  She looked up to see Frank leaning on the doorway, freshly showered and smiling.  “I finished practice.”  

“I see that. What can I help you with?” 

Frank walked in and closed the door. “I believe you promised me something if I finished practice.”  

“Did I?” Abby turned back to her screen. “I believe I said maybe.”  

“Wow didn’t peg Dr. Hernandez a liar.” He shook his head. “Guess I should go.” He moved towards the door, but Abby ran and grabbed his arm.  

“I am no liar, Adler,” she said before pulling him down and kissing him hard.  

He looped his arms around her to bring her closer as he deepened the kiss. When they pulled back to breathe, Frank kept his forehead on hers. “Hi.”  

“Hi.”  

“Miss me?” 

“A little,” she smiled shyly.  

“God, I can’t get over how beautiful you look in these suits Cricket. Can’t believe you’re a doctor now.” Regret crept in at the thought of how much he missed.  

Abby could see it.  “Don’t Frankie. Its ok.” She ran her fingers around the edge of his beard.  “You didn’t have this before. I like it.”  She bit her lower lip.  

“I like how long your hair is now Cricket. I’ve always loved your hair.” He ran his fingers through it. Her inky dark hair was straight today. “But I miss your curls.”  

“Oh,” she replied, blushing slightly. “Sorry, it's habit for me to straighten my hair.” She looked away from him but pressed her cheek to his chest.  

He could tell she was holding back. “Talk to me Cricket.”  

She sighed.  “Mike, he’s the one that likes my hair straight.” Tears welled up in her eyes. 

“Ok. Its ok.” Frank pulled her in tighter. “You look beautiful either way, my love.” He rocked her to calm her. “Everything is ok baby, don’t cry.”  

“Frankie, I don’t know what I’m doing.”  

“Neither do I, Cricket, but we’ll figure it out.  Where is he?” 

“He had to go out of town for business for a few days.”  

Frank smiled. “Ok, so come have dinner with us. I have to go on that road trip in a couple of days.”  

“I know.  I’m going on the trip as well”. She smiled. “But I would love to have dinner with you.”  Frank followed Abby home and then Abby hopped into Frank’s car.  As they drove, Frank reached over and took Abby’s hand, brought it up to his mouth and gently kissed.  Abby blushed at the gesture, leading Frank to have a big grin on his face.  As they pulled into his neighborhood, Abby became jittery.  

“Cricket, what’s wrong?” 

“Is Mary going to be mad? I mean, she saw me with Mike and...” 

“Don’t worry about Mary.  She’s still like the little four-year-old we used to have. She’ll ask a million questions and you’ll be honest with her.  The one you should be worried about is Scott.  He likes to give the third degree.”  

“He does?!” Panic swept over Abby.  

“Cricket, I’m kidding. Sorry, that was a bad joke.”  He kissed her hand again. “Scott and I have talked about it a few days ago and while he thinks you should just out and dump Mike, I know its more complicated then that.”  

During one of their many late night calls, Abby had explained how the house she currently lived in was under her and Mike’s name and how other assets were the same.  “I can’t just walk away,” she explained. “And no, you can’t just buy my way out.”  

“Why not? Gotta use this money somehow.”  

“Frankie,” she whined.  

“Cricket, please. I want you to leave. I know you’ve invested but just let the fucker have it and I’ll take care of you. You don’t even have to stay in my room.  I have plenty of space.”  

They left the conversation hanging from there.  Abby was seriously considering his offer, especially with Mike’s violent tendencies.  That was something she had no intention of letting Frank know about. He would kill Mike, given the chance. “You promise Scott isn’t mad?” 

“Cricket, he’s ecstatic that I’m no longer a grumpy bastard, exact quote.” 

She giggled. “He doesn’t know you’ve always been that way, does he Frankie?”  

“Oh really.” They stop at a red light and Frank reaches over to tickle her.  

“No, stop! Frank!” Abby laughs, trying to bat his hand away. “I’m sorry.”  

“I don’t think you’re sorry.  Maybe you need to convince me.”  

“I can do that.”  She leaned over and kissed him softly.  A horn honked and they looked at the light, which was now green.  “Believe me now?” 

“Yes, I do,” Frank said with a smile.  He pulled into the neighborhood and to his house.  

“I didn’t get to see much last time I was here,” Abby commented.  

“I’ll give you a tour.” Frank got out and went to open the door for Abby. He took Abby’s hand and walked her in. “Formal room, we really don’t hang out here, Kitchen, for snacks.”  

Abby smirked. “You still can’t cook.”  

“Nope. Scott usually does.” Frank shrugs.  “Anyways, down here is Mary’s playroom and our living room with a Nugget surprise.”  He walks her into a light and airy room that faces out to the ocean. A dark blue section dominates the room with a large flat screen and a dark wood coffee table. Which currently has a dancing blonde on it singing to Spice Girls. “Abby!” 

Abby smiles and jumps on the table with her.  

Tell me what you want, what you really really want 

I wanna I wanna 

I wanna  I wanna 

I wanna really, really, really  Wanna zigazig, ah 

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends.  

Frank’s watching from the doorway with a smile and Scott joins him. “She’s here,” he says.  

“Yep.” 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Like this is what we had been missing this whole time.” Frank looks at Scott. “I feel like our family is complete.  You, me, Mary and Abby. It was meant to be like this.”  

“Has she left him?” 

He shook his head.  “She’s trying to figure out how with all of their stuff. I offered to help but she wants to do this on her own.  Correct her mistake, or whatever.” He sighed.  “I forgot how stubborn she can be. But,” he smiled again, “she’s here and we are going to do everything we can to help her.”  

After dinner, Abby helped Mary get ready for bed.  “Can you read to me Abby? Like before?” Mary turned her big blue eyes at Abby. Frank snorted quietly, happy to see she didn’t use those eyes against just him.  

“Sure Nugget.” She laid down next to the girl and picked up Charlotte’s Web.  As she read, Frank walks away to help Scott clean up.  When he returns, he finds his girls asleep in Mary’s bed.  He smiles and takes a picture. He reaches and picks up Abby, cradling her to his chest.  As he walks her to the guest room, she stirs. “Frankie?” 

“Hi my sleepy Cricket. Just putting you into bed.”  

“With you?” Her big brown eyes look up at him.  

“Are you sure?” 

She nods. “Wanna feel safe again,” she says sleepily, closing her eyes again.  

Frank’s brows furrowed at the statement. He turns and goes to his room. He pulls a t-shirt for her and sits her on the bed.  “Here Cricket, get comfy. I’m going to lock the house.”  

“M’kay,” she says, taking the shirt.  

Frank locks the house and applies the alarm.  Something about the way Abby was afraid In her eyes for just a fraction of a second made him worry. What the hell was happening at her home that she didn’t feel safe? He gets upstairs and sees Abby under the covers. He smiles, kisses her forehead before heading to the bathroom.  Coming back, he removes his shirt, leaving him in pajama bottoms. He climbs in and starts to stare at the ceiling. Is she hurting? he thinks to himself. Not wanting to think about it, he turns, puts an arm around her and pulls her to him, spooning her. He hears her sigh in her sleep.  She’s safe and content, and that’s all that matters to him.  He kisses her head and quickly falls asleep.  

Early morning, and Abby feels warm and comfortable. She wrapped in the scent of Sandalwood and soap. Familiar, comforting, home. She turned to face Frak, still asleep, hair was sticking out everywhere. She smiled and kissed his forehead gently.  She moved to climb out but the arm around her waist pulled her back, causing her to giggle. “Morning baby,” he rasped.  

His voice is deep in the morning and Abby squirms, closing her thighs. “Morning handsome. I need to get up.”  

“No.”  

“Frankie, I need to get up!” 

He grumbles and lets go of her. “You’re coming right back,” he orders.  

“Of course, love.” She darted into the bathroom, taking care of business and climbed back into bed. She sank back into the bed and into the warmth of Frank. “You are so warm,” she sighs.  

“Hmm,” Frank tightens his hold on her. “I missed you here, in my arms.” He gently kisses her neck, then moves to right behind her ear, feeling her shiver but letting a small moan escape. “Oh Cricket, you have to know what that does me.” His hands begin to wander. Abby sighs. “Can I touch you baby?” 

Abby whimpers, “please.”  

Frank slides his hand down her stomach and to the band of her panties. He looked back at her and she smiled. He dipped below and softly grazed through her folds. Her hips bucked at his touch. “Easy baby,” he coos as he continues to stroke gently. “You’re wet, love.”  

“Frankie, please don’t tease,” she whines as he pressed on her clit. She let out a loud moan so Frank covered her mouth with his.  

“Cricket, you have to be quiet, baby.” His face was right in hers as he sank a finger into her heat. She screwed her eyes closed at the sensation of him moving his finger. She gasped as he added a second. Her eyes snapped open as the palm of his hand began to rub against her clit. “Enjoy it, baby girl.”  

“I – I - ,” she lost her voice as her orgasm washed over her. “Frankie,” she whispered.  

“Ah fuck. Cricket, you’re squeezing my fingers. Shit.” Frank worked her through as she twitched. As he slowed, she reached up to pull his face down on hers. She kissed him hard but soon he dominated her mouth.  

“I need you Frank, fuck I want you,” she whispered.  

Frank pulled his shirt off of her body. He places sweet kisses across her collar bone before giving attention to her rosy nipples.  Abby tried to keep her moans low, but she was sensitive to him. She could feel his erection on her thigh. She forgot how hard he could be when he was aroused. “You are still so delicious and responsive Abigail,” he rasped. “God I have missed this body, these breasts, this pussy.”  

“Franklin...” 

“Oh and how you moan my name.” Frank scooted up and looked into Abby’s eyes. “Fuck, Cricket,” as his cock touched the heat of her skin. He took hold of his cock and rubbed his tip through her folds. “Are you ready?” She nodded and gently, he pushed into her. Her face was a vision of pure ecstasy as he filled her up.  “Fuck,” moaned Frank as he bottomed out.  

“Baby, you need to move,” she whispered. “I don’t know how much more... ahhh,” as Frank snapped his hips. “Shit,” she cried.  

“You gotta be quiet baby.”  

“I can’t,” she moaned. “I missed you.”  

“Fuck, I missed you to Cricket.” He kissed her as he continued to thrust into her. He felt that familiar ripple in his belly. “Tell me you’re close, please baby.”  

“Oh Frankie, yes, baby, just a little harder.”  Frank lifted her leg to straddle his hip. “Yes, baby, yes.”  Abby lost sight of the world as she cummed around him.  She was tighter than ever, squeezing his cock it was almost too painful to move. But it was enough.  

“Abby!” He finished inside her, pumping his cock in and out to make sure ever drop was in her. He stopped and lay on her, still inside. “Fuck baby, that was incredible.”  

“You still got it Adler,” she smirked.  

“Yes I do,” he replied with a grin. “Let me get you cleaned up before Nugget makes an appearance.” He took a hand towel and ran some warm water to clean his girl up.  He got her dressed and he pulled his sweats back on.  “Coffee love?” 

“Yes please.” She smiled.  

“Even more beautiful than yesterday,” he replied with a kiss to her forehead.  He opened his bedroom door.  And found Scott, arms folded over his chest. “Morning?” Frank rubbed the back of his neck. 

Scott smiled.  “You’re a dog Adler.” He turned to walk away.  “Good for you.”  

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[maddgical-boy]

"Duality of vamp" lmfao- yeah the Council basically sees humans on the same level as like.. aggressive animals? Potentially threatening, but not as intelligent or advanced (which is ironic bc most of the Council is old af and dresses/talks/etc like it's still the 1800s).

Ooh the ceremony thing is a really cool idea but nah they're just born vampires :) They have a venom gland (like snakes) that CAN turn a human into a vampire, but it's considered extremely.. taboo, for lack of a better word, to use it. Not explicitly forbidden, but the Council considers it "an insult to their kind" to give vampiric abilities to a human.

As for the government thing- there are a handful of vampires pretending to be humans, working in various governments. Kinda like Roundabout, from Carmen Sandiego, lol. They help the Council by covering up vampires' activity, which includes making a lot of places off-limits to humans (such as Council members' homes). Felix's house is officially registered as one of those small-town historic sites, and reportedly uninhabited.

Bailey somehow found out about it, and didn't have any weekend plans, so he decided to check it out. Most people don't bother going that far into the forest just to see a broken-down old house (it's actually in great condition, that's just the cover story), so Felix doesn't usually lock the front door, and Bailey just thought "oh cool I can go inside" and strolled into the living room. Felix didn't have a glamour in place to hide his fangs (which is what vampires usually use to pass as human), so Bailey figured it out pretty quickly, but he was actually really chill about it- surprised, ofc, but Mia's been pulling him into her supernatural stuff for years. He learned not to assume the worst after she accidentally summoned a ghost that initially seemed hostile but just kept bringing them random flowers. Felix panicked at first (only internally- he's good at putting on a facade after so many years in the Council) but was surprisingly relieved about being honest with a human for once. Bailey started visiting him regularly, aaaand that's how they met :)

Honestly I haven't done that much research into vampire equivalents in different cultures (I haven't even thought that far about the different factions lol) but I love that idea! It definitely makes sense with what I've come up with for the Council so far :D

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OOOH the venom gland thing is actually so cool, i think that's much more interesting than just the classic "vampire bites you sucks blood and that makes you a vampire" because it makes more logical sense yk?? though, unlike for a snake, it wouldn't be such a good self defense method because i guess whoever you turn into a vampire is immortal lol

(what my mind then went to)

the bailey and felix story is actually so cute and silly though, bailey's got crazy balls just walking into some random house in the woods because it's unlocked LMAO. true love <3 but the vampire homes being old historic sites is actually such a great cover story?? and yknow, depending on how old the vampire is... it is historic,,, what can i say

i wanna hear more about this ghost mia summoned >:)

[kindahoping4forever]

hey, sorry to bother you, but you always seem in the know; do you happen to know why sites like seat geek are already seeming to “resell” 5SOS tickets if they’re not on sale yet? I just find it weird…

I have to travel for this tour and I’m so scared that I won’t get tickets. It sounds like so many people want tickets (can’t blame them), but I’m worried that we all won’t be able to get them. That it will be like Taylor Swift 2.0 😭 what are your thoughts?

No bother, I'm happy to help! Your instincts are right, those tickets aren't on the up and up. Those listings are known as "speculative" listings, meaning that the seller does not yet own the tickets they're promising (usually because they're not on sale yet!) and they're simply "speculating" that they'll be able to fulfill your order. This type of listing is supposed to be against the rules of third party sites (Ticketmaster marketplace, SeatGeek, VividSeats, StubHub, eBay, etc) but still pop up quite a bit. I don't have the stats on how often they turn out but I feel confident saying it's not a wise purchase as there's no way to guarantee you'll get exactly what you're paying for.

As far as the ticket sales go, I won't jinx everyone by saying there's nothing to worry about but I will say I think the fandom is an echo chamber of unnecessary hype and worry atm. I know everyone's excited (and a lot of us - myself included - are rightfully still smarting from the Eras fiasco) and a lot of that excitement is taking the form of nervous chatter but I personally don't see reason to assume demand for this tour has increased in any significant way, especially given the fact that in most markets, these dates are going on sale less than a year from the previous tour. It's not an exact comparison of course - there's less dates but in some cases, larger venues and ofc demand is going to be higher than typical for the areas they don't frequent - but I think it's worth noting that even at the height of their mainstream fame, day 1 sell outs were not the norm.

And of course, if for some reason you can't get what you need during presale or general sale, third party sellers are always an option. Again, fandom socials often dwell on the worst case scenarios but not all alternative sellers are scammers trying to steal your money or professional resellers overpricing to maximize profit! It takes patience and diligence sometimes but it is often possible to find real tickets at reasonable prices.

In any case, there can be successful, pleasant ticket buying stories, we just hear about the bad ones more often because misery loves company and when people are upset they want to feel heard and validated in their reaction. But at this point, until tickets go on sale, all we can do is hope for the best, plan for the worst and try to keep a level head until we see what happens! I have my fingers crossed for you and I hope you have exactly what you need at this time next week! 💙

[reputayswift]

Okay, first off, congratulations on your LICENSE! That's amazing!!!!

As a fellow-waited-for-years-and-years girlie who is super anxious about it, can I ask: how did you get ready? How did it go? Do you think you'll feel confident driving by yourself now? I always feel like even if I get my license, it will take me a while to feel comfortable driving on my own.

HELLO! And thank you so much 😭 I know how it feels so I’ll be as in-depth as I can be!:

My state has a driving skills study guide available online, look around and see if your area has something similar. At least in my guide, there’s a diagram showing you the exact parking maneuvers you’ll have to do before you get on the road. GET SOME SAFETY CONES AND/OR REFLECTIVE DRIVEWAY MARKERS (I’d recommend 4) and a tape measure and copy the distances from your guide to practice with. What helped me a lot were VISUAL CUES (ex. when the driveway marker reaches the middle of my back side window, I’m ready to start parallel parking). These will be different depending on your car, but this video gave me a great starting place.

For the road portion you really just have to familiarize yourself with a lot of different situations. I’m assuming you have a permit to practice with but if you don’t, get one! (If you need one in your area ofc.) If you aren’t familiar with the general road rules, this site has some quizzes I’ve relied on a LOT. Start with neighborhoods and backroads and work your way up. I hate four way stops so I forced myself to practice four way stops a few times 😮‍💨

If you’re iffy about expressways, find a driving test location that’s more rural—the traffic should be less heavy (look up when traffic is lightest and try to schedule your test in that window) and they might just take you on 55 mph roads. I chose a place that other people I know had gone to so I was confident there weren’t any intense roads on the route.

Drive through the area you’ll be testing in a few times to familiarize yourself with it. I’d pass right by the testing place so I could see what their parking setup was (DON’T pull in/practice there though).

Get in the habit of making your mirror checks REALLY obvious so the examiner will know you’re looking. If you have long hair, wear it up. You want to move your head/chin not just your eyes. Quickly look both ways when you pass side roads, trails, and railroad tracks (it’s also good to slow down a little for railroad tracks, if there’s a yield sign you’ll HAVE to).

Also make sure to make a full stop BEFORE stop signs, a lot of people don’t irl but you’ll need to for your test lol.

So for my test I had to do three parking maneuvers: stopping within 2 feet of a line, backing into a parking space, and parallel parking. This only took a few minutes and I was good with everything except the line stopping! (I was too far back. Everyone I’ve talked to also struggled with that part, it seems easy but I’d practice it if I were you!) I passed that part so I was able to go on the road: this part took about 40 minutes and they had me go through a town, neighborhood, and 55 mph road (that was the longest stretch but it was mostly just going straight!) And my only notes for that were that I should make sure I’m slowed down to the speed on the speed limit sign by the time I pass it (I thought it was AFTER you passed).

I haven’t driven alone yet so I do expect to be nervous about that still, but that goes for any “first”! Your instructor can’t give you any corrections as you drive so if you’ve passed your test, you’ve already proven you can drive without intervention. What I plan on doing is easing myself into it by going somewhere just up the road first and then any areas I’ve practiced in a lot!

I’m wishing you the best, I know it’s incredibly difficult for people like us! Take any screwups along the way as lessons, not failures 💜 If I can do it, you can :)

[dawnie1988]

Summary: When setting up a dating profile, a picture really is worth a thousand words. And it turns out that, sometimes, getting that perfect photo requires the assistance of a helping hand

Words: 1,853

Pairings: Dean, Unnamed OFC - Who may or may not be loosely based on the same woman who inspired this whole thing in the first place

Warnings: Language, Bad Lighting, Impatient Doggies......That should just about cover it

A/N: Umm, so surprise! I did a thing! Inspired by this *gif set* and the subsequent conversation after with the amazing @thoughtslikeaminefield​​ regarding just how it was Dean got that profile picture for the dating app. It was only meant to be a fun little joke type thing of sorts, but after getting love and encouragement from some very fine ladies that I admire greatly, it is now seeing the light of tumblr. Miss MJ was also kind enough to give it a look through for a little clean up and any major mistakes and created the fantastic header! It really does pay to have friends in high places 😊

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This was stupid.

 He was, he had no problem saying, one of the best hunters in the world. He had saved the world multiple times. Yeah, ok, maybe Sam helped a little, but still. He had fought both heaven and hell more times than he could count anymore.

 And yet, here he stood, unable to get one decent picture of himself.

 Stupid.

 It was the only thing left to do to complete his profile, to add his profile picture. He had been very tempted to just leave it blank, or just put a logo of something he liked. But that wouldn't do. You go on a dating site and refuse to put up an actual photo of yourself? Pshhh, yeah, because that doesn't just scream: STRANGER DANGER! I HAVE SOMETHING TO HIDE!

 The whole point was to attract potential dates, not scare them away before he even had a chance to lay on the charm. And, plus, how would he attract anyone without actually showing off the goods?

 Advertising. It's all in the advertising.

The problem was, try as he might, he couldn't get a fitting picture of himself. Not one that truly showed off his full appeal.

 What? He wasn't allowed to think himself a handsome son of a bitch without being considered arrogant? Screw that! Body positivity, man. We're all beautiful in our own way, we should all believe it.

 Maybe he should put that in his profile too? Didn't chicks dig shit like that? Whatever…

 The photo. That was the issue. He couldn't ask Sam to do it, fuck no. He'd never let Dean hear the end of it if he knew he even had a dating profile. Besides, this was none of Sam's business. What Dean did in his private time was his and his alone.

 But, as it turned out, Dean wasn't very proficient in the art of selfie-taking. For one, the lighting in the bunker was horrendous. He'd gone all throughout their underground home and the results were either him bathed in shadows or being completely washed out underneath the harsh, fluorescent lights.

 And trying to find a flattering angle was damn near impossible! How the hell all those social media people did it was beyond him. Clearly, they were using every filter imaginable to improve their outcome. Not him though. Artificial was not his style. No enhancements needed.

Self. Love. People.

 It was as he was pacing around in the garage, trying to formulate his next plan of attack when inspiration struck. He caught Baby's eye — er, headlight, and Yahtzee!

 Baby was a total chick magnet. And, where did they both shine the most? That's right, out in the clear wide open. On the road, sun shining, not a care in the world. Natural lighting.

 Perfect.

 He drove for a while, scouting possible locations along the way while also simply enjoying the quiet time with Baby. Even if he was on a mission.

 Eventually, he pulled off the road near a lakefront that also served as a nice walking path for nature lovers. It was a beautiful, clear day, the whole scene very idyllic.

 This was it. This was the spot.

 However, there was still the hiccup of actually getting the picture taken. After the slightly traumatizing experience of trying to take his selfie, he couldn't bring himself to attempt that avenue again. He thought he could still do it himself regardless. There was a fence nearby, all he had to do was set the timer on the phone and presto! Done!

 You would think, that is.

 In reality, every time he tried to prop his phone up it would fall back down before he could even make it back to Baby.

 Just as he was about to throw the godforsaken device, like an angel from heaven — the fairytale kind, not the dicks with wings — she appeared.

 "Need some help there?"

 As if he had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to, Dean quickly whipped around and was greeted by the lovely sight of a woman, perhaps a little older than himself, walking her two dogs.

 He took just a moment, because he simply had too, to admire her beauty. Sun-kissed skin, freckles that put his own to shame, friendly hazel eyes that held a multitude of warmth…

 Yes. An angel seemed a very apt description.

 Dean cleared his throat before an uncomfortable amount of silence was allowed to pass between them, feeling a slight blush tinged his cheeks when his mind came back around to acknowledge her question.

 "Uh, actually I umm… yes," he fumbled out.

 Why was he suddenly nervous? He felt so out of place now, he didn't like it. Still, he continued.

 "You see, I…"

 The woman cut him off — a mercy killing, it felt like to Dean — with a raised hand.

 "Let me guess, dating profile?" she asked, not at all trying to hide the knowing smirk.

 Something in Dean loosened at the understanding he found in his new acquaintance’s gaze. Shoulders relaxing, he let out a slightly bashful chuckle while giving a one-shoulder shrug.

 "Guilty. That obvious, huh?"

 She gave a small shake of her head. "Game recognizes game. I have my own experience and horror stories involving the dreaded profile picture. If you want, I can give you a hand?"

 Dean's eyes lit up at the offer. He knew it. He was not ashamed of it.

 "Yeah?"

 She laughed at his eagerness, a sweet-sounding melody, Dean noted to himself.

 "Sure. After all, I couldn't just leave you here without putting you out of your misery first. I'm no monster."

 She was teasing, of course. It didn't stop Dean from having to bite his tongue and swallow the comment about monsters that begged to be spoken. If only he had a nickel for every time he had heard that line.

 "Okay, awesome. Thank you."

 "No problem," she replied easily, accepting the phone he was handing over. "And I'm assuming you want that beauty in the photo with you?" she asked him, indicating Baby, earning a proud smile from Dean in return.

 As he said, Baby was a total chick magnet.

 "Duh."

 She laughed again, much louder and freer this time and the sound again had Dean grinning as he made the walk over to his trusty wing woman.

 "Nice choice. Okay, then, handsome, what are we going for here?"

 Dean faltered in his step slightly. "Uhh, how do you mean?"

 "I mean," she paused for a moment, readjusting the grip she had on the two leashes when the pooches started getting antsy. "What vibe are you trying to portray here? Brooding? Mysterious? Friendly?"

 "Oh, right!" Dean nodded his understanding.

 He thought it over, tilting his head slightly as he contemplated the pros and cons of the different choices in his head.

 "May I offer a suggestion?"

 "Sure, by all means."

 "Well, online dating can be intimidating enough as it is," she began matter-of-factly. "All you've got is a picture and a few words to go on. So, speaking solely on my own experiences, I tend to gravitate towards the more friendly option. You try to be sexy and it feels too put on and forced. You try to be mysterious and all I'm left thinking is what are you trying to hide. But friendly, easy-going and approachable is always a winner. That, makes me want to get to know you a little more. At least enough to read your profile anyways."

 Dean, eyebrows raised and mouth pulled down some, nodded in appreciation. This lady really knew what she was talking about.

 "Right, so friendly it is, then." He clapped his hands together and went to lean against Baby's side before stopping, thinking it over a second and deciding to hop on the hood instead, talking out his thoughts as he tried to determine the perfect pose.

 "So, not too posey, don't try too hard but at least put a little effort in to show I care…." he fidgeted around for a few moments more before falling into a comfortable, casual feeling position. "How's this?" he looked up, waiting for some affirmation.

 Dean would be lying if he said her genuine smile didn't make his stomach flutter a bit.

 "Looks good. Okay, on the count of three, give me your most inviting smile. No teeth though, just easy breezy. Ready?"

 "Ready."

 "One, two, three."

 She tapped the screen to capture the shot and immediately started walking over after checking the results. "I think we have a winner here."

 She handed the phone over to him and he couldn't help the satisfied smile from gracing his lips.

 Damn, he looked good.

 "Nice," he complimented her photography skills. "Well, Hell, I think you're right, I think this is it."

 He made quick work of uploading the photo to the app and confirming his information before finally hitting the 'submit' button to post his profile. He then turned the phone around for her to see again. "Whaddya think?"

 She leaned in closer, shoulder bumping his and dogs yapping around their legs as she looked over his full profile before nodding in approval. "Yup, you'll be beating them away with a stick in no time!"

 His chest may have puffed up with pride a little. Only a little.

 "Yeah? Awesome." He exited out of the app, ignored the text message from Sam wanting to know where the Hell he was and slid his phone into his back pocket.

 "Thanks again. It's, ah…" he brought a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. "All pretty awkward, but you were a big help."

 She gifted him with a megawatt smile as she untangled her dogs from around his legs, getting them ready to continue their walk. "No problem. Good luck with all that. Stay safe out there!"

 She began walking away and Dean found that he couldn't not do it. He had to, right?

 Right.

 "Hey!" he called out, switching gears and putting on his 'wooing' smile, lowering his voice an octave. "Ya know, maybe if you're not busy, I can take you for a cup of coffee or something sometime? My way of..." Dean let the tip of his tongue sneak out to wet his bottom lip while giving her a once over. "Thanking you, properly?"

 She was silent for a moment, brows raising slightly in surprise before a slow smile started to brighten her face up once more. She looked down for a tick, letting out a sound of amusement before meeting his eyes once again.

 "That's sweet, and I'm flattered, really, but I'm afraid I can't."

 Dean's smile fell some in disappointment. "Oh."

 "It's just — your profile says that you’re seeking woman,” she explained, much to Dean's confusion.

 "Oh...?" he trailed off, brows pinched as she started walking backward and away from him.

 "So am I."

 She gave him a wink before turning fully and continuing on. Out of his life.

 Dean could only roll his eyes.

 "Figures," he muttered grumpily to himself as he made his way back to Baby. "All the good ones are either taken or gay."

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Tagging the cheerleading squad I had behind this: @thoughtslikeaminefield​ @fangirlxwritesx67​ @itmighthavebeenintentional​ @there-must-be-a-lock​ @cracksinthewalls​ @rockhoochie​ @mskathywriteswords​ @fookinghelljensensthighs​ @cherry3point14​ @lastactiontricia​ @icemankazansky​ @stusbunker​ @justcallmeasmodeus​

[purplesunrisefanfic]

Sub!Abby/Dom!Nora Headcannons

Warnings:

Warning for lifestyle BDSM and sexually explicit content. There’s swearing and some use of a sexist slur (but only between two women for kinky name-calling reasons.) Body piercing and the strain of working as medic are mentioned. So are sub/Dom drop. There is some switching. Also, I do get increasingly gooey and hurt/comfort near the end.

Some of these got sexied up by @pinkchubbiebunnie in her post on this subject so they may look familiar ❤️

As usual no read more because the Tumblr app and Timblr mobile site SUCK. Apologies.

Now let’s get kinky:

Abby is envy about how Nora can always seem so cool and confident while she is just dripping mess so often.

Even more so because Nora can just naturally and breezily go from talking to Abby normally to talking like she owns her (coz she does) and back again as other people enter and leave earshot while Abby is always unsubtly clearing her throat whenever someone walks in.

In fact, she’s so scared she’ll accidentally call Nora Sir in front of someone else one day that she has literally planned exactly how she will make it out to be a joke just in case she needs to save face.

Abby envies this even more because she knows that Nora isn’t any less prone to feeling insecure or having lapses in confidence than she is, she’s just way better at hiding it.

Even when she really wants to fight back or be a brat, Abby just physically cannot, like her muscles just melt or rebel at even the idea of defying Nora because they know who they belong to.

Abby sometimes tries to avoid getting patched up by Nora especially if it’s not in private bc she knows she’ll be in trouble if there’s any signs she was reckless.

She feels torn about that though because even while she’s getting the look of “You know what a bad girl you’ve been and you know you are gonna pay for it” she still feels so soothed by Nora’s touch.

But Abby’s efforts to control who treats her make no difference anyhow because Nora knows exactly what she’s up to even though she doesn’t let on. Nora only lets Abby get patched up by someone else if Abby’s injuries are way minor.

The other medics figure that’s just a regular protective gf thing, which it totally is as well but it’s also about being possessive over who might be involved in any lasting/permanent marks on what’s hers.

Being in control with Abby soothes some of Nora’s work-related traumas. Her opinion as a medic is held in high regard for the most part but some soldiers are just too stubborn with medical advice. It can be pretty rough on Nora when she knows a patient of hers isn’t going to listen, no matter what she says, and will go back out too early and sometimes wind up returning dead or dying. So it’s really soothing that when it comes to the person she loves most in the world, she doesn’t have these worries.

Nora makes Abby do menial manual things quite a lot, she’s actually ambivalent about making Abby do this kinda stuff, or at least she would be ambivalent about it if it wasn’t so blatant that Abby loves just being treated like her grunt muscle.

They’re actually pretty much the same intelligence-wise, but Abby simps for how much medical and hospital logistics knowledge Nora has and just has warm fuzzies getting to be her trained pet taking orders and knowing there’s well-planned logistics but not knowing herself what they are. It’s like the opposite of being a soldier and needing to be observant, she can just be switched-off eye candy trusting in someone else.

Needless to say, Nora loves said eye candy. Abby doesn’t get to wear too much in their apartment unless it’s really cold.

She’d never admit it, but Nora low-key wants Abby to call her Daddy and hates that with what happened to Jerry she can’t ever see herself risking bringing that up with Abby.

She resents that even more bc she (correctly) feels sure that Abby would’ve absolutely loved that.

Abby can always tell, even in a busy place, whether it’s Nora or someone else snapping their fingers.

When Nora snaps her fingers, the rest of the world disappears. Like instant subspace, Abby could be next to clicker and forget all about it instant.

Nora gives the subtlest, carefully considered hints of underlying affection while seemingly objectifying Abby and it’s just exactly what her pet beefcake needs to feel that undercurrent of love while she gets off on being used.

Abby spends that much time on her knees that she sometimes forgets that Nora isn’t actually taller than her.

And not just on her knees eating Nora out (though she does that a lot) but just generally kneeling like a good girl for Sir.

Abby would physically drool over the idea of wearing a collar 24/7 if she thought about it for too long. Nora would physically drool if she looked at Abby wearing a collar for too long.

Abby is free to masturbate alone when she wants to but she’s not allowed to orgasm from it. She’s never broken that rule and she’d actually be upset if she somehow did come with Nora’s permission.

She worries it might be a little messed-up to feel this way but Nora really enjoys knowing that she’s only partner that has made Abby orgasm. Sorry not sorry Owen, you did not seem good in bed.

Abby ends up being such a good girl that Nora decides to start giving her regular maintenance punishments because Abby doesn’t like to go too long without one.

Nora is near constantly torn between how much she enjoys Abby fingers inside her versus how much she enjoys seeing the intense pining when she doesn’t let Abby do that for a while.

That’s Nora’s favourite problem to have.

Remember the Abby’s hair + rope bondage fantasy? Yeah, Nora is a pro at that.

Nora uses Abby’s braid like a leash, and tells Abby that wherever she is, anytime her hair is braided then she’s basically wearing her leash.

Abby tries so hard not to think about that on patrol, but if there isn’t any actual danger to keep her busy, she sometimes can’t help but think about it.

Abby keeps an eye out for suitable jewellery, and if she ever found some she would love for Nora to pierce her navel or one of her nipples.

When Nora gets Dom-drop Abby carries Nora in her arms so she can hold her tight and feel her strength while she tells her how much she loves her and loves their relationship. Nora feels kinda weightless with the way Abby holds her and it’s so reassuring.

When Abby gets sub-drop Nora wraps herself around Abby from behind, skin-to-skin, and leans her face in next to Abby’s. She strokes her neck and whispers praise.

They don’t switch often because they’re pretty full-on lifestyle but when they have a kind of switchy playtime sometimes where Abby gets to run riot with all her brute force strength, picking Nora up, pining her down, manhandling her. She undresses her roughly then mocks Nora for “thinking you’re always in charge when the truth is I could take you down in an instant,” then picks her up by her shoulders and holds her there so her arms and legs dangle in the air, just wanting to prove that she’s powerless. Abby enjoys getting her own back by embarrassing Nora for once, and she likes to hold their faces very close so she can spot the slight changes in the hue of her skin when she makes Nora blush. “You thought you could hide your blushes from me? I know you too well for that, darling. That pretty face of yours can’t keep any secrets from me. No more than the rest of your body. I don’t even need to look or touch to know that you’ll dripping wet for me by now. That little sting of shame burning your cheeks always makes you a needy little bitch, doesn’t it?”

When they’re having those switchy scenes, Nora gets off on denial. No-one is really sure if it’s a power play that intensifies Abby’s status as (temporary) Dom because she edges and torments Nora but never lets her come, or whether it’s actually the opposite, intensifying their background dynamic because in that respect Abby gets a lot less power when she plays Dom.

Either way, Nora finishes up blissfully satisfied about her lack of satisfaction. Even more so because the next time they play, Nora back as Dom and Abby back remembering that all the muscles in the world won’t stop her from being Nora’s little bitch, she’ll make Abby plead to be allowed to give Sir an orgasm.

Abby begs harder than she ever does for her own orgasms.

A fact with makes Nora feel like a goddess, whilst also being so much fun to rub Abby’s nose in.

“Aww listen to little Abby beg just to please me. She likes to think she’s so strong with all that time in the gym. But no amount of time keeping up that facade will change the reality, Abigail. Deep down, you’re no big, strong brute, just a helpless little girl. My helpless ickle pet, so desperate for approval you’d do anything to please me, wouldn’t you?”

Abby melts then admits Nora is right.

Then Nora tells Abby only one of them of them gets to come tonight and makes Abby decide who it is.

She always chooses Nora.

And never regrets it.

And in amongst all kink of it, that makes Nora feel so nurtured.

Fair warning: this is where it becomes obvious that FEELINGS are my ultimate kink onto which all other kinks collapse...

Yeah, there’s that intense thing where it’s like the way a sub can adore you and nurtures you that makes it so much easier to be strong and tough than it would otherwise be, and dealing with everything in that world and all the injuries Nora and having to be strong with all the horrors, it’s like it’s easier for Nora to be strong in all the ways she needs to just to live that life.

They like doing little things to look after each other because they both know the feeling where they are assumed to be super tough and don’t need to be nurtured but ofc they need and deserve softness.

This ship makes me wish I had the words to explain how all the kinky stuff is low-key so soft imo.

Abby doesn’t get into much trouble but one way she sometimes does is being too much of an overprotective gf when other people are involved.

Oh and Dom or not, Nora is still little spoon and sleeps 1000% better for it.

Hope y’all liked these. AMA (esp anything kinky) about Abby/Nora or Abby/Ellie or other ships I ship because I have the feels.

[docholligay]

Writing Day Winner and Best Headcanons!

All right, all right, all right, where is the winner for the Eight Days of content Writing day, just BARELY sneaking past “Holligay Answers For her Crimes” 

HOLLIGAY RANTS/RAVES ABOUT 

Where you will send in prompts and things, and I will rant or rave about said object or idea or....whatever! Should be fun, or at least interesting! 

NOW THE BEST FUNNY OVERWATCH HEADCANONS

I have been struggling very hard to answer this, so I turned to a site that would give me a random Overwatch character, so I could pick one and drum something up for whatever character it provided. This particular site had a typo on it where Widowmaker was spelled Windowmaker, and now LITERALLY ALL I CAN IMAGINE IS TRACER MISHEARING HER NAME LIKE THAT IN A MISSION BRIEFING 

 "Windowmaker? Is she a bloody carpenter? What's she gonna do, weather strip me to death?" 

 and then even after she is corrected 

 "Hope this mission's not too much of a PANE!"

 later still "It's CURTAINS for you, Amelie!" 

 SHE DOESN'T EVEN GET THE PUN, LENA 

 no other thoughts will come to me ever again about overwatch, just variations of this, forever, thank you and enjoy ---- @blastoise-m (This made me laugh so hard and also I COULD SEE LENA DOING THIS WITH VERY LITTLE TROUBLE DOUBLE POINTS FOR YOU) 

So I noticed the other day that in the Lion Mask victory pose, Pharah is holding a lion head that looks suspiciously like the one Tracer wears in her Lion Dance highlight intro.

 "Tracer, the command centre is no place for this."

 "Relax, luv. It's to bring good fortune! 'Sides Mei said lion dances are traditional on Chinese New Year!" 

"Be careful with-- don't step on-- Tracer. Tracer. TRACER." 

Pharah did not succeed in stopping Tracer that day. Or the next. Or the next. But in no way was she going to allow this to continue for nearly two weeks. Not on her watch. All she needed was a plan  --- @seolh (ahahah AMZING)

One year Tracer got Mercy a gag gift of one of those dart boards where the board is cupboard style so it can close. Open it up and Tracer had put up pictures of Moira's face for dart throwing. She assumed Mercy would take the pics down and let Pharah primarily use it but Mercy kept it as is, a secret to everyone except Pharah (who okay Mercy's office is her space and to be left alone but sometimes someone needs to come collect the mugs okay! She's a loving wife!) who finds Mercy's aim has gotten... quite good. She's impressed. She has never told Mercy she knows they're still there and definitely not Tracer! But from time to time she'll notice a picture nearly unrecognizable so as to no longer be a target and silently replace it but all of the replaced ones has mustaches and spiral eyes and boogers drawn on in sharpie. (Pre-Moira torture ofc Bc after that Mercy would not let such a reminder stay in Pharah's sight. She misses the inside joke and feels like she should be able to handle it staying but appreciates her wife for knowing she couldn't.  ---- @thoughtfulfuri (I love the idea of Tracer getting this for mercy and also that we both are here with “complete genius disaster Angela Zeigler) 

Despite Lena's workspace being called "Disorganized" at best (By Angela) or "A filth pile where productivity goes to die" at worst (By Pharah), Lena actually has unconsciously organized things best for her to find them. When Pharah realizes this, she will, on occasion, move just one or two papers from their proper place, and then just watch. --- @shavedjudomonkey (PHARAH IS ALLOWED TO HAVE FUN TOO. AS A TREAT.) 

Winston volunteers at the local SPCA. He loves kittens. But he's the go-to guy for retraining the dogs who have been abused and taught aggression, because he is so gentle and they can't really hurt him. --- @incorrecttact (This isn’t funny but it is incredibly sweet and I make up the rules here) 

[kyn19]

1 THROUGH 98! I WANT TO KNOW THE ANSWERS AND I CAN'T STAND GETTING THEM PIDDLING BIT BY PIDDLY BIT!!!!!

Lmaooooo what a fuckin Mood. Thank you!!!!! Also, you’re getting Drunk Kylie answers which are arguably the Best answers. For the courtesy of everyone’s dash, answers are below the cut!! <3 <3 <3

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs! I have a sizable collection lmao #WriterLife

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

omg such a tough one, both are aces. seriously I can think of so many combatting pros & cons!! the only fair way i can currently conceive is which i would want weed in. Which is lollipops bc (#UnpopularOpinion) pot makes chocolate taste bad.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

both are great, but def bubblegum.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

“Pleasure to have in class” in true Gifted Child fashion

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

i’ll rate them in order: 1) can (absolutely preferred), 2) bottle if alone but plastic (lez be honest, Red Solo Cup) if with company, 3) glass (do not like)

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

#1 goth all the way. Pastel and Formal guest appearances

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphone, bc earbuds usually hurt my ears.

8. movies or tv shows?

first of all, how dare you. second of all, tv shows ONLY BECAUSE if all my fave movies were given tv shows so that they could last longer i would choose so

9. favorite smell in the summer?

idk i guess pool chlorine? dislike summer

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

bruh fuckin none. elementary school: too long ago to recall. middle school: escaped having to take gym at all. high school: had a medical excuse to take online PE. least athletic girl u know

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

i don’t have bfast bc eating close to when i awaken makes my tummy upset

12. name of your favorite playlist?

hmm 4-way tie between “#motivate #bitch” (gets me pumped to work) and “Friends Of The Illness” (my playlist of songs about and/or artist who are mentally ill) and “Ominous/haunting” (speaks to my creepy side) and “Bad Bitches” (self-explanatory amirite)

13. lanyard or key ring?

Key ring. Straight up I use an extra shoelace as my key ring string, despite owning multiple lanyards.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

god another fkn hard one. Listen y’all, you dont understand how much of a sugar fiend i am. candy is my JAM. Starbursts, Sour Straws, Skittles, Jolly Ranchers...who can choose?!

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

“Ceremony” by Leslie Marmon Silko. Highly recommend!!!!!!!!!!!

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

laying down lol sitting is for suckers

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

combat boots like the gay i am

18. ideal weather?

low 70′s degrees (F*), intermittent showers during the day but clear starry skies overnight

19. sleeping position?

mostly fetal, mostly on my side but chest is towards the bed, one arm under the pillow under my head

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Laptop. I used to love writing in notebooks, but ya girl got weak fingy joints nowadays

21. obsession from childhood?

pfft as if they aren’t the same obsessions i have now

22. role model?

so many!!!!! Jameela Jamil is the first that comes to mind

23. strange habits?

lmao i am ass-deep in idiosyncrasies, if you ain’t read the blog title already

24. favorite crystal?

i don’t know anything about crystals. does blue topaz count? cuz that’s my birthstone and i like that one a lot. i even had the foresight to pick that as my engagement ring’s stone in my utterly preposterous & failed relationship

25. first song you remember hearing?

oh wow, no idea. music has always been huge for me. probably either a Britney Spears or Mary J. Blige song???

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

stay inside lmao

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

WEAR SWEATERS & DRINK HOT CHOCOLATE, BITCH!!!!!!!!!

28. five songs to describe you?

oof ok, hard, but here goes:

“Here” by Alessia Cara

“Wannabe” by the Spice Girls

“I’m Just a Kid and Life Is A Nightmare” by Simple Plan

“No Daddy” by Teairra Mari

“Brick By Boring Brick” by Paramore

29. best way to bond with you?

i am straight up not easy to make friends with (bc my own bullshit, not trying to be pretentious), so bonding is hard. the best way is probably a combo of queer + memes + loves food + correct morals + being the dominant talker

30. places that you find sacred?

Libraries, locally owned coffee shops, Walmarts at 3am, playgrounds in the middle of the night, side of a rural road at 12am, my bed

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

Blazer + shirt with a titty window + high waisted plaid pants + platform booties

32. top five favorite vines?

OMG I LOVE VINES OK OK OK OMG I LOVE SO MANY SO HERE ARE JUST THE ONES I QUOTE THE MOST OK:

Josh Kennedy: “What’s up my name’s Jared I’m 19 and I never fucking learned how to read”

Sarah Schauer: [dont remember the beginning] “didn’t you..?” “sleep in this? yes. mama needs A DRINK”

Evan Breer: “What’s up my & my boys are going to see Uncle Kracker - give me my hat back Jordan, do you see Uncle Kracker or no - *gasp!*”

Drew Gooden: “Road work ahead? Um yeah, I sure hope it does...”

Nathan Enick: “Yo how much money do you have?” “69 cents” “Oh you know what that means!” “...i don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets :( ...”

33. most used phrase in your phone?

bruh like how even am i supposed to answer this?? like texts or Siri requests or????? bc if it’s Siri requests then it’s 100% for arithmetic

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

Stanley Steamer. you kno the one

35. average time you fall asleep?

3:30am

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

bitch i’m a 90′s child of the internet, i was around the web before YouTube launched, i was there when the first modern memes were fucking conceived. i will say the biggest repository of meme culture that i was a part of was YouTube and icanhazcheezburger.com & its side-sites.

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

duffel - Tie-Dye Girl from the Lindsey Lohan “Parent Trap” made quite the impression on me

38. lemonade or tea?

Lemonade! hate the leaf water

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon cake! Not a meringue pie girl saly

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

I’ve been to a lot of schools yo lol. My undergrad college was def the “weirdest” ofc, bc it was an art school lol. An instance that stands out was a string of “Solid Gold Clit” graffiti after a Sophia Wallace visit to campus right before i started there.

41. last person you texted?

My bff triad pals @backwardswriter and @bristarshine

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

damn tough call. Probably jacket pockets bc i’m more likely to have those as a lady who wears lady-targeted pants

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

Plum!

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy, though sci-fi is a solid 2nd. Not much of a superhero gal

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

.....underwear only. Sometimes an oversized t-shirt too.

47. favorite type of cheese?

Mozzarella!!!

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

I would want to be like a pomegranate, but i’m probably a nectarine

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“If you hope for the best but expect the worst, you’ll never be disappointed.”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

bitch i’m a giggle monster, i taught myself to be easily amused as a survival mechanism.

51. current stresses?

My own lack of discipline.

52. favorite font?

oooooof i have so many ok. too name a few: Centaur, Garamont, Book Antigua, Times New Roman, Montserrat.....mostly Serif fonts bc I’m an old books bitch

53. what is the current state of your hands?

I don’t love my hands (how homophobic of me, I know). Currently they’re kinda dry and full of sandwich

54. what did you learn from your first job?

what kind of boss I like. also that my customer service voice is frighteningly pleasant

55. favorite fairy tale?

Original tale: Thumbelina. Adaptations: Snow White.

56. favorite tradition?

uhhh Thanksgiving feast I guess? i am not a traditions gal

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

I am very very fortunate to not have a lot or a severity of these. The ones that I’ve had the worst of are: gender discrimination/harassment as a woman, hardcore emotional abuse in a relationship, and heavy heavy mental illness

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Tangible talents: writing, lying. Intangible: A+ imagination, useless trivia.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“I support you!”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

like if Tokyo Mew Mew and Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni had a baby

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

Again, how dare you. Like literally, asking me to pick a favorite line from something is like asking what my favorite breed of dog is. Legit impossible

62. seven characters you relate to?

Ananka Fishbein (Kiki Strike series), Mermista (She Ra & the Princesses of Power), Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter), Gwen (Total Drama), Rori Gilmore (Gilmore Girls), Villanelle (Killing Eve), Andrea (St. Trinian’s)

so like all very- to semi-weird white girls lmao

63. five songs that would play in your club?

[by the term “club” i assume that i’m limited to pop and electronic music. even with the limitation, though, a super hard question]

“Talking Body” by Tove Lo

“Hot in Herre” by Nelly

“Because the Night” by Cascada

“Nails, Hair, Hips, Heels” by Todrick Hall

“Break Free” by Ariana Grande ft. Zedd

64. favorite website from your childhood?

pretty much any doll franchise’s site (Barbie, Bratz, My Scene, Polly Pocket, Diva Girlz, everGirl, etc you name it)

65. any permanent scars?

Yep. One by a dog scratch (it was honestly a weak/shallow/innocent scratch, i still have no idea why it scarred at all), and a few from a car crash last year

66. favorite flower(s)?

i don’t really like flowers? i usually just say Forget-Me-Not’s for ease

67. good luck charms?

bitch idk but i’m knocking on wood just from thinking bout it

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

you ever taste that chocolate Laffy Taffy? vile bruh

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

I am annoying enough to know how i learnt all my facts, but the funnest fact I like to annoy people with is that ducks have corkscrew penises evolved from their main form of mating being rape

70. left or right handed?

Right (like any ol’ simp)

71. least favorite pattern?

polka dots

72. worst subject?

MATH and also PHYS ED

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

One time whilst high, I put nacho cheese Doritos on a tuna sandwich. Winning combo, I’m telling you

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

My pain tolerance is straight up unpredictable, so like anywhere from a 3 to a 9

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

5 years old

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Mashed potatoes

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

I am not a plant person. Moss.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

fucking neither but i at least like coffee so i guess the former....

(i know, it’s tragic and barbaric that i dislike sushi, i wish i had another answer for you)

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

Neither lmao - I got them within a month of each other (six years ago) so they’re essentially the same photo.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Jewel!

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

I mean those are the same bug so I assume this is asking about which terminology I typically use/prefer. Which i would say both bc I’m a cultured ho

82. pc or console?

I don’t game so I guess PC lmao

83. writing or drawing?

Writing but I like both

84. podcasts or talk radio?

damn neither lmao I can’t focus on non-music audio only. I guess talk radio, just bc I can do like ten minute radio segments at least lol

84. barbie or polly pocket?

both were lit but I had more Barbies

85. fairy tales or mythology?

not to sound like a broken record but FIRST OF ALL HOW DARE YOU? second of all, I essentially consider them in the same category at this point in modernity, so my answer is Yes.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cupcakes, but both are exquisite

87. your greatest fear?

spiders, heights, clowns, seeing bad things happening to animals, that my consciousness will exist even after death, y’know normal stuff

88. your greatest wish?

to transfer myself into one of my fave fictional worlds

89. who would you put before everyone else?

dogs, next question

90. luckiest mistake?

i make a lot of those honestly, so who knows

91. boxes or bags?

LISTEN I LOVE CONTAINERS OF ALL SORTS, YOU CAN’T MAKE ME CHOOSE, IM PANSEXUAL FOR A REASON

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

FLASHLIGHTS, BITCH

93. nicknames?

Ky, KyKy, Moonshine, SugarTits, Goog Bones

94. favorite season?

Autumn (yes i call it that instead of Fall bc i’m a pretentious ass bitch lol)

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr, c’mon

96. desktop background?

Currently a digital art painting of a flowing stag in a swamp that I downloaded from DeviantArt. I change it every few months though (to other downloaded digital art from DA that I collect periodically lmao)

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

Seven - mine, my mom’s 2 numbers, my grandma’s, my pop’s cell and office (also my old office) numbers, and my childhood house phone number lol

98. favorite historical era?

Golden Age of Piracy, specifically bc the piracy lol

Thank you so much for the asks, this was so much fun!!!

[boyfriendgideon]

Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action?

where do i start! i think about this all the time, lowkey...

i keep duct tape on me at all times, so i’d immediately use that to protect my joints. they’re vulnerable and must be protected.

i would don as much denim as possible because i read on this very site that it’s hard for zombies to bite through.

i’d gather weapons like kitchen knives or swords, whatever i can quickly access that won’t need to be reloaded if possible.

i live in a sort of suburban area, so i would gather the people i most care about/my apocalypse squad.

we’d pack up as much canned and dried food as possible so that we wouldn’t have to stop for food as often (also packing/eating any fresh food asap simply because it’s better for you nutrition-wise but also harder to keep). and a can opener and any other tools that might be necessary!

we’d stockpile bottled water, preferably in different containers.

i’d take as many different medicines and first aid supplies as possible.

ofc i’d bring some matches/a lighter/a form of making fire and some flashlights and/or candles.

we’d gas up the car and hopefully have an extra tank or something, i know my dad does!

i’d throw some bikes with freshly pumped tires in the back/on the roof of said car, and get away from the city, because the more people per square mile, the larger the chance of getting infected.

it’s also statistically more probable that the first outbreak would be closer to a city, i think? whether in an airport coming from a smaller location, or in a random city location, etc? which means we gotta get FAR away from cities. quick

it’s also assumed that soon after the outbreak, online communications might be hindered. so i would want to make my accounts public and update all social media with any info i have, any plans, etc, in hopes that some might be able to use it. i’d also pack a charger and any other tech gear i might need on the OFF CHANCE it MIGHT come in handy.

i’d set up a notification system so that if the internet/information broadcasting systems ARE working, i would get pinged upon the mention of a cure, vaccine, etc.

ofc we bring maps- we can’t trust that google maps or gps will be functioning.

it’d be time for a haircut- i’d wanna cut my hair short enough to not be able to be grabbed.

i would take said group out as far as possible, rationing gas if possible. when necessary, we stop for whatever needed. we don’t pay. you don’t pay for things in an apocalypse.

ok this is a weird one but i heard somewhere that zombies function mainly through hearing and sense of smell? so i’d bring a can of febreeze and a ziptie for emergency getaways.

i need a journal and a camera. this is simply because our knowledge of some of the most important events in history is shaped by first-person accounts and primary sources, and even if i died i’d want to leave behind an honest, unfiltered version of events.

maybe we’d get burner phones?? idk if that’s necessary, it depends ig.

i’d pack layers. blankets, sweats, long pants, jackets. etc. it might get hot but it could be cold at night- plus, the less skin exposed the better.

i want soap. idk when or where i could use it but my plan includes me having soap so screw u.

no one goes anywhere alone. that’s how you die quick.

i have so much more but here’s a start! the question is from this ask game! send me one if you want!

[dinahevans]

Triumphs part 1

Jake Gyllenhaal x OFC

Summary: Azelia is the basic stereotypical rich girl. She only wants to be involved with things with rich people and there businesses. But what happens when She gets impregnated by a down to earth celebrity Jake Gyllenhaal? Will she stay as her bitchy self our will she become a less self centred person?

Warning: Swearing and just a tiny bit of dirty talk.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: First of I suck at summarizing stuff so there’s that. Another thing is I know some people feel a bit iffy about OC fics so I tried to keep the name calling to the minimum. I hope you guys enjoy this fic, it’s actually my first story on this site 🥰!!! Also side not my baby fever has SKYROCKETED. Idk what’s up with me. Also I take requests sooo hit me up🤙

“Ok repeat what you just told me but slower this time.” My best friend Delilah stated while sitting on my bed right beside me.

My voice was extremely shaky and I was on the verge of crying, so it’s understandable as to why Delilah can’t understand me. I’m a mess I couldn’t articulate any actually words everything I was saying sounded like Gibberish. Delilah handed me a tissue and patted my back telling me that things are going to be alright and she will always be there for me.

I took a deep breath and finally calmed myself down before saying defeatedly “I’m pregnant”

Delilah’s eyes grew wide. She had a lot of questions. This is something that she would never expect to happen to me, getting pregnant on accident. This is something she expected from her self. Delilah was always the wild one she always had different men in her bed each night and could survive 6 drinks of vodka before blacking out. Don’t get me wrong I could be just as wild, but typically this is the type of thing that would be expected from Delilah.

Ever since my mother and father split things have been very different. Despite the fact that they separated when my twin sister and I were 2. It still had a major effect on us both. My mother was a supermodel but after she gave birth to my sister and I she slowly stop taking gigs. She later got married to a Jewish Billionaire who raised us both as if we where is own. The problem came in with our father Robert Downey Jr. He didn’t like the fact that we were being raised with a lavish lifestyle and He didn’t want us to end up growing up being narcissistic and thinking we were better than anybody. He wanted us to be grounded and somewhat down to earth. Which causes issues between My mother and him. With my mother just wanting to give us what she couldn’t have as a child and my father thinking that spoiling kids isn’t the right way to earn there love. Sometimes There fight would get so bad that my mother wouldn’t let me see my father for months on end.

So spending most of my time with people like Delilah and some of my other rich friends have really took an effect on me. The idea of hanging out with commoners was somewhat weird. I had put the expectation on myself that I would also marry another rich man and we would have many children together who would be able to inherit our fortunes. So when my stepdad told me about a boy named Nathan I was extremely intrigued. My Step Dad told me about how his father is an very important figure in the investment businesses. My twin sister Amiliah says I should stop being materialistic and it doesn’t matter how much money my lover would have, it’s about how who they are as a person.

Sure she isn’t wrong but this world is ruthless and you need to be on the top if you want to survive. But now all of this is going down the drain after finding out what I had just found out.

“Who is the Father? Is it Nathan’s? OMG imagine a baby boy with your hair and Nathan’s eyes gosh that be sooo cute.” Delilah always got ahead of herself with just about anything but right now it felt like she was doing it too lighten the mood.

I sigh heavily I felt like a disappointment, and I hated it. “The baby isn’t Nathan’s… Nate and I haven’t sleep with each other yet, cause if we did I would have told you already.”

Delilah was getting annoyed with me at this point but she tried to keep cool.

“Okay then whose child are you pregnant with? Is it some commoners? Is that why you're too ashamed to tell me?” I gave her a weird look, she should know better than too think I would stoop down low. Despite the fact that Amiliah and I are Twins we don’t share the same ideology and thinking. Sleeping with a commoner is something that Amiliah would do.

“Oh gosh no lilah he’s and actor we’ve seen a few of his movies before, his name is Jake Gyllenhaal.” Delilah sighed in relief knowing that if I did get pregnant by a commoner it was cause a whole lotta trouble for me and my parents (mostly my stepdad).

“Have you told him yet?”

“No it was a one time thing I don’t even have his number so I wouldn’t be able even if I wanted too.”

Delilah looked at me for a few seconds before proceeding to say “And you're sure it’s his baby? And are you just basing this off of one pregnancy test or did you go to the doctors as well?”

“YES Lilah I’m sure it’s his baby he’s the last person I’d sleep with in a while. And YES I went to the doctors as well I’m not that dense.” I sighed this is not how I planned things to go yeah sure she Jake isn’t some commoner he is an A list celebrity but Jake isn’t no investor, he isn’t worth almost a billions dollars.

“Well we are going to need to talk to him he can’t be in the dark. Lucky for you I have his number based off of mutual friends, I mean we’ve never had any proper conversation but that’s aside the point.” Delilah Handed me over her phone, with jakes number on the screen.

“How fucking convenient of you to just so happen to have his phone number.” I mean that is strange. Out of all the things she just so happens to have my soon to be baby daddy’s phone number.

“You shouldn’t be surprised I literally have everyone’s phone number. Now call him and put the phone on speaker.”

“Alright”

As I was about to click on the call button I had a wave of anxiety rush up on my skin and I started to get slightly nervous but I let it all slip down and tried to gain somewhat of confidence. I hit the call buttons and waited

The phone soon answered

“Hey… Delilah why are you calling me this early in the morning? It’s like 3:27 am”

“Umm it’s Azealia I’m using Delilah’s phone to talk to you.” I sounded extremely nervous and I hated myself for it I wanted to play it cool but it didn’t seem to be working for me.

“Oh… umm… ok sorry but who exactly are you I don’t know an Azealia?”

“I’m the girl you slept with from the Bay Blue club about two months ago.” God this felt awkward

“Oh yeah I remember… ah yeah but what is it that you had to call me for.” He was slightly impatient probably due to the fact that he wanted to go back to bed since he had to get up early and discus the latest script he received. There were so many faults and errors it was almost embarrassing.

I took a huge deep breath and Delilah took her hand into mine. “Well I just called to tell you that I’m pregnant and the baby is yours.”

Oh dear lord all hell broke loose. Jake jumped out of his bed and started pacing around asking questions each millisecond.

“What do you mean your pregnant? I always use protection it can’t be.”

“How do you even know it’s mine? You better not be lying trying to get some sort of 5 minutes of fames.”

“Is this some kind of sick joke to you?You don’t just lie to people like that.”

“How do I even know your telling the truth?”

Jake has every right to be skeptic. I shouldn’t have been surprised too think that he wouldn’t believe me and think I was some sort of attention whore. But at last I was shocked and was taking back by his questions.

“You think I would lie about something like this? How low do you think I’d stoop? Why would I try and steal any of your money when I have millions in my bank account and my Father own a billion fucking dollar oil industry! I just thought I should have been a decent person and inform you on what I had found out but obviously you have a stick way too up your ass. Delilah look proud of me, she too did not like that he’d assume that you where some attention whore.

I went too hard on him I will admit it but in the moment I was extremely defensive.

“Ya well… I remember putting on a fucking condom so it must be some other guy you threw yourself too.” Jake didn’t really mean what he said but he wasn’t going to let his pride down.

Jake was getting on my nerves at this point but I wasn’t going to let him win this fight. “Oh yeah so you don’t remember telling me how you can’t wait to cum in my inside my pussy, and how you can’t wait to see me dripping in your juices? Or was that all a figment of my imagination?”

Jake felt defeated it does sound like something he would say but he just couldn’t believe it, I had to be lying to him… Jake was getting old he’s 37 years old not married and no children maybe there is something too this. Maybe if she isn’t lying to him he could try to find and make something out of this.

Jake sighed while rubbing his hands over his face.

“So how when’s the baby due?”

A/N: I wanted to keep the first chapter straight to the point and short just so people get the gyps of it. Also there will be a lot more characters (and drama) in the future.

[knee-stockings]

Hi there!

So I don't know if you're taking anymore asks. If you are yay haha! Anyway I was wondering how do you get into the tutoring business. Like I see others and want to do it as well. I love helping others but there's some subjects I'm really good in.

Sorry and thank you

Hello anon dear! Ofc my asks are open, hmu literally whenever (but if I don’t reply after a while, remind me bc I can be forgetful 😅)

So anyway I’m gonna assume that you’re talking about getting into remote tutoring? I’m not sure if you mean as a part time side job or as a full time tutor either, but what I’ve been doing is just for some extra money on the side. I’ve been with the company Varsity Tutors and there are lots of pros and cons, but in general I enjoyed helping the kids and talking to the parents.

I’m gonna ramble on under a read more, but also feel free to send another ask and/or message with questions, I’m happy to help!! ☺️

If you like to teach and help others, good at communicating and you have plenty of patience, then you can be a great tutor! Patience levels may vary based on kid’s age and/or current skill level.

The way I found VT was through some online job board, I wanna say Indeed…not sure if you’re American, anon, but I’m also talking from that perspective too btw. Anyway there was an online interview process and they contacted me to start. Now, this is mainly about tutoring through a website. I don’t know a lot about tutoring as a fully independent tutor, but I do have some advice to give in that regard.

Pros: they supply the clientele, so you don’t have to go hunting them down yourself. There are plenty of opportunities, especially during the school year. It’s not too hard to choose the hours/days you wanna work. You can easily go part or full time (if you’re able to arrange your schedule lol) If someone cancels last minute you can still get paid for your time. Sites like VT have learning centers that tutors and students can use to work together. VT specifically has like a video chat + whiteboard, so I can talk to the kids and put up problems or draw or whatever. You can choose who to tutor based on your skills, like I did English and Math but if someone wanted a higher level of math than I can do, I could just refuse.

Cons: you have to be wary of clients that just want you to do homework/write essays for them. (I always say I’ll do it with them, not for them, and usually they just refuse. If I get uncomfortable enough I just leave. Not worth my time.) The pay isn’t the best but it’s okay, however as far as I know they charge clients a lot more than what we tutors get. A big con was communication for me, mainly VT’s fault, sometimes clients themselves. Mainly not letting me know when sessions needed to be canceled - though I still got paid, I did have to waste time just sitting there, staring at a blank screen. The learning center was great except when it wasn’t, as in technical difficulties galore. Sometimes I even had to call the kids over my own phone to get things done. There’s a lot of pressure on you as the tutor to come up with your own lesson plans. VT does have a couple problem sets that you can use, but for the most part I had to make and/or look up my own problems. Free worksheets are your friend.

This is very long already but there may be more, I can’t think of anything else rn 😅 note that all of these might not apply to all tutoring sites. If you wanna know anything else lmk!

[raganandhersurveys]

5/21/21~5000 question survey 201-300 {CXVII}

This has been in the drafts for far too long lol

201. Put these creatures in order from what you would least like to be reincarnated as (1), to what you would most like to be reincarnated as (10) assuming reincarnation ended up existing AND you were given a choice: caterpillar, house dog, wild dog, vulture, male human, female human, oak tree, rock, manta ray, dolphin 

~female human, dolphin, male human, house dog, manta ray, wild dog, caterpillar, oak tree, vulture, rock

 202. What do you feel unworthy of? 

~sometimes i feel like i don’t deserve the love that people give me. but i definitely don’t dwell on that thought 

 203. Would you rather be remembered for having done something for humanity or being a really nice person? 

~doing something for humanity; that effects more people 

 204. Which do you value more: science or intuition? 

~honestly depends on what it is haha. i lead with my heart more than my brain sometimes 

 205. Your best friend and your significant other are in the hospital at the same time with the same ailment. Who do you visit first? 

~...... i hate questions where i have to choose one person over another, i can’t choose 

206. Does the universe revolve around human beings?

~lol nope we exist in it just like everything else. we took it upon ourselves to feel as though we are superior 

207. If you are no longer a virgin, do you wish you still were?

~no, that thought has never even crossed my mind

208. Who is your favorite poet of those who are alive right now?

~i rlly don’t know that many poets 

209. What is your favorite song from the 90's? 

~my heart will go on~ celine dion; stereotypical ik but like i love that song

 210. If you were in alphabet soup what letter would you be? 

~the r ofc:)

 211. Do you believe in fairies, ghosts, aliens, angels, dwarves, elves, etc.?

~i definitely believe in angels. as far as aliens and ghosts are concerned, i for the mots part believe in them but i am a little skeptical and someone can be a dwarfed person so i believe in that too, but the elves and fairies are a no go. 

212. What makes you want to be someone’s friend? 

~if we have similar interests, if they’re funny, kind, if they’re open minded and deep, and like to eat food a lot because i sure do

 213. Do you troll around the Internet harassing people anonymously for fun? 

~bahaha i have a life lol 

 214. Have you ever seen the movie A Man Who Fell to Earth?

~nope

 215. What is your favorite line from a movie? 

~”ughhh! as if”

216. What's your favorite video game? 

~i don’t rlly play video games lol

 217. Have you ever taken something that wasn't yours? 

~yeahhhhhh

 218. What is one phrase people say that irritates you?

~”we love that”

 219. You allow strangers to read your diary, but would you let your parents read it?

~lol never

220. Hot steamy bubble bath or quick in and out shower?

~depends on my mood. if i have something to do i’d obviously choose the shower lol

221. Are you allergic to anything? 

~nope

222. What is your favorite Terminator movie?

~i don’t rlly like any of them

 223. What is your favorite fast food?

~chick-fil-a!!!!

224. What would someone have to do to get you to never speak to him or her again?

~cheat on me or hurt someone i love

225. Would (or have) you ever whip someone or be whipped by someone in bed? 

~i have never and will never whip or be whipped in bed hahaha

 226. Have you ever said 'I hate everyone' and really meant it literally? 

~lol no

 227. Why do some people want to get more money than they could ever spend?

~greedyyyyyyy oooh. money is also an addiction i feel like; for some people they will never have enough 

 228. Have you ever won a carnival fish?

~:((((( no

229. Did it live more than a week? 

~^

 230. What's the best sounding accent a person can have? 

~i love a spanish accent or italian/bostson accents too 

231. What's the most boring thing you've ever read? 

~some book for school probably 

232. Do you prefer buttons or touch screens? 

~ig touch screens

233. Do you think there is a lot of similarity between the Harry Potter books and the Lord of the Rings series? 

~there rlly is but they’re worded differently because they were written in such different times. i enjoyed both but i love lotr. 

234. Would you consider yourself to be naive?

~in some regards, yes 

235. Which of your friends is most likely to go to jail?

~andrew 

236. What is the smallest amount of money that could be in a public toilet that would make you reach in and grab it?

~honestly if it was a $20 dollar bill

 237. Would you ever wear real fur?

~no

238. Arachnophobia or Eight Legged Freaks?

~huh?

239. What are your feelings about police officers? 

~not all of them are bad. Yes there are corrupt ones but can’t any career have corrupt employers? I would feel safer having them than not so I do not support the whole ACAB movement

 240. What is your favorite line from a song? 

~i have no idea lmao like my mind went totally blank

 241. Is fifty dollars a lot of money?

~to me yeah haha

242. Do you like the band Front 242 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Front_242)? 

~i’ve never heard of them

243. Would you rather have fame, money, or self-satisfaction? 

~self-satisfaction

244. What's your middle name? 

~alexandria

 245. What is the absolute limit, the craziest thing you would do for a million dollars?

~probs pee in a public place 

246. Are you good, evil or neutral?

~i’d say neutral lmao

 247. Should ebonics (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ebonics) be considered a language?~sure lol 

248. What color is your bedroom? 

~sage green

What color would you like it to be? 

~i want my next room to have just white walls 

249. When are you planning to move to a new home? 

~well i move into my college suite in august 

250. If you added up the cost of everything in the room with you, approximately what would it come out to be?

~well i’m not in my room right now so i have no idea

251. Do you blow your nose in public?

~i try to avoid it but you gotta do what you gotta do

252. Do you want to follow in your parent's footsteps?

~in some ways yes, but in other ways absolutely not

 253. What is the coolest web site you know of? 

~any online shopping place haha

254. Which cartoon would you most like to see turned into a movie? 

~most of them have already been turned into movies and they aren’t that great

255. Of the following, which word best describes you: enthusiastic, fair minded, generous, helpful 

~i’d say fair minded overall

256. Can you eat with chopsticks?

~no but i wish i could haha

257. Could you tell real money from counterfeit?

~most likely no

258. What do you think about school uniforms?

~i’m so glad i went to a public school and didn’t have to wear one. i love clothes and creating outfits so i’d hate to have to wear the same thing like every day

 259. What ancient civilization would you most like to visit?

~either egypt or greece

 260. What would make a great new Crayola color?

~do they have a sage green color?

261. If an art project is created with the intent of getting rich and famous, does that cast doubt over its significance as a work of art? 

~not necessarily. I feel like it’s hard to do anything artistic like that without a purpose or meaning

 262. If you became president, whom would you invite to sing at your inauguration? 

~ariana grande or sza 

 263. Who is the greatest philosopher of your country? 

~me lol 

264. If all the nations in the world are in debt, where did all the money go? 

~i feel like it went to borrowing and to funding the military

265. Is it as easy to make you happy now as it was when you were a child? 

~i feel like as a child it was easier 

 266. Who knows more...you, or your parents?

~depends on the topic tbh 

 267. What instrument would you like to be famous for playing? 

~electric guitar or piano

 268. Children fill its lungs completely with air. Adults breathe in a more shallow way, not filling their lungs completely. Why the change? 

~that is not a question for me lol

 269. Would you have sex with a stranger for one million dollars? 

~mmmmmm yeah tbh LMAO

270. Are you completely in control of your body? 

~i guess lol

 271. Which is more romantic: an expensive, glittering bouquet OR flowers that were hand picked as they grew beside the parkway? 

~i’d love either. sometimes money is the thought for someone but hand picked is so special to 

 272. Do you know yourself well enough to understand why you feel the way you do?

~in some instances, yes. but then sometimes i’ll feel a random emotion at times. there are times where i’ll just feel really sad and I don’t know why lol 

273. Which do you do more often: let movies, songs and books put your feelings into words for you or put your feelings into words by yourself? 

~both but the songs and books do it so beautifully 

274. Do you believe celebrities when they are endorsing a product? 

~usually not lol

 275. What kind of movies do you wish were made more often?

~i’m always down for a good horror movie 

 276. Does fashion matter to you? 

~yesss! that’s the field i want to enter 

277. Should politicians be held to the same legal standards as everyone else? 

~of course, if not more so 

 278. What do you get in trouble for the most? 

~my mom always says i do things last minute 

279. Should parents spank their kids? 

~you do what you wanna do as a parent

 280. What is your worst daily habit? 

~eating unhealthy foods lol

 281. If you had your choice which one TV show would you have canceled?

~pretty little liars because it’s literally knock off gossip girl

282. Do you like the taste of sweet or salt?

~definitely salt 

 283. Are you very precise about what words you use to describe your feelings and thoughts? 

~not always lol 

284. What do you feel the most guilty about? 

~sometimes i feel like i let people down because some of my decisions still depend on other people (ex: if my mom says no to something that someone asked me to do)

 285. Do you meditate?

~no

286. Can dreams be visions, or do you feel they are always random images?

~i think they can be visions but i feel that most of the time they are random images

 287. Do you try to write/say what you are feeling in a true and simple way?

~why are so many of these questions about this lmao um it depends if i have a grasp on my emotions in that moment 

288. The thief _______ that everyone steals. What verb would you fill in the blank with? 

~is jealous?

289. What's the most incredible experience you ever had?

~one night a year or so ago me and some friends just hung out but it felt like a movie. we were jamming to music with the windows down and just going crazy; what a time to be alive 

 290. Are you ever afraid to write/say/think how you feel?

~for sure however i have learned that that is very unhealthy so i usually tend to speak my mind 

 291. Do you write/say/think it anyway or become intimidated and try to avoid it?

~^

292. What is one thing you can't do?

~ride a bike 

293. Do you like movies starring Charleton Heston (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charleton_Heston)? 

~i’ve never seen any of his movies 

 294. Are you gentle? 

~i try to be 

 295. When do you feel the most raw and vulnerable? 

~when i’m alone and not talking to anyone 

296. Are you trying to find yourself?

~aren’t we all?

297. Where are you looking?

~in my passions and just getting to understand myself in general 

298. Are you sometimes afraid of being honest because you are afraid of hurting people's feelings?

~yep

299. What would make you a stronger person? 

~not lettings things that people say get to me and not caring so much of what others think of me 

 300. What book would you like to read sometime soon?

~there isn’t one in particular but i would like to start reading stephen king 

[revwinchester]

Presidential Pilgrimage

Summary: Dean and Y/N go on a road trip in order to take in some of the US presidential historical sites and Dean has a special surprise planned for one of their stops.

Pairing: Dean x Reader Other Characters: Chelsea (OFC/Reader’s friend), random tour guide, US Presidents (but not the current one)

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: None? I really don’t think I’ve got any for this one, it’s just fluff with a dash of crack… There might be, like, one curse word in here.  Also, it’s an AU

A/N: This was written for a friend of mine, a Dean!Girl who went on a very similar trip to the one described here, just without Dean Winchester behind the wheel.  I originally wrote it as an OFC for her but changed it before posting.  If you randomly come across the name “Emma,” it’s because I missed it while I was changing her name to Y/N and you should just insert your name there… haha.  This is also my first entry for my AU Bingo Card!

Created for: @spnaubingo; square filled Historian!Dean

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Presidential Pilgrimage -

“Let’s go!”  Dean was positively giddy.  Y/N hadn’t seen him this excited since he had landed the job teaching at the University of Kansas and he got to move back home and take her with him.

The pair had met in graduate school.  Y/N had been working on a master’s degree in theology while Dean was in his final year of a PhD in history.  They had literally collided in the library while Y/N was there to research a paper on religion in American politics.  Books and papers had fallen to the floor and they both had rushed to collect what was theirs.  A few awkward seconds of hellos and introductions followed and they parted, assuming they’d never see each other again, considering the size of the University.  But as Dean had settled in to finish editing a chapter of his dissertation, he realized that the binder he was now carrying was full of pages and pages of notes instead of his dissertation.  

Luckily, there was a full name in the binder and Dean was able to track Y/N down using the student database he’d gained access to when he’d been a T.A.  He knocked on her door that evening, and was relieved when she was there to open it.  “I, uh, I’m the guy from the library?” he started, his voice rising like he was asking a question and Dean mentally chastised himself for not keeping it together.  “I think our binders got mixed up when we were picking up our stuff.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Y/N had stuttered, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks.  “I was going to try and track you down tomorrow.  Let me, uh, grab your notebook.”  Y/N turned and scurried into her apartment, leaving Dean standing in the doorway.

Though he hadn’t been invited in, Dean had followed Y/N, stepping into her kitchenette as she closed his dissertation draft.  “Were you… reading that?”

Y/N had looked up in alarm, clearly not realizing that she had been followed.  Her cheeks had flushed at Dean’s question and she had barely managed to answer him.  “I really like history,” she had blurted out in explanation, “especially presidential stuff.”

The color on her cheeks had deepened at her lack of eloquence but Dean had found it adorable.  “Can I take you out for coffee sometime?” he had asked.  “I’d love to hear your thoughts on the dissertation.”

Now two degrees, a post doctoral fellowship, an adjunct teaching job, and, finally, a tenure track position at KU later, the pair had been together for six years and were about to go on the adventure of a lifetime.  Y/N had dubbed their trip their “Presidential Pilgrimage” and, while Dean had resisted the title at first, he had eventually warmed up to it and started using the moniker himself when describing their plans to friends and colleagues.

All packed, they climbed into Dean’s 1967 Chevy Impala, a beautiful beast of a car, and pointed themselves east towards the sites and stories of early American history.

Early on, Y/N decided that road trips with Dean needed to be a more regular occurrence.  They both loved his car and Dean was so at home on the road, classic rock streaming from the car’s cassette player while the pair of them sang along and bantered back and forth, debating the merits of each president.  Neither was ever able to make the other concede to their favorite - that was just the nature of politics - and the ridiculous stories that they came up with to discredit the other’s chosen champion filled the car with laughter as they drove.

One of Y/N’s friends joined them for a portion of their trip.  She was living in New Jersey and traveled with the couple for about two weeks.  One of their photos outside Grant’s Tomb quickly became one of Y/N’s favorites from the trip.  Dean hadn’t gotten the memo so, while she and Chelsea were making silly faces, he looked like he was posing for a magazine shoot.  “America’s Hottest Historians,” Y/N had joked, Chelsea nodding along.

“I’d buy it,” Chelsea had agreed and they teased Dean about it for the next few days as they traveled north.  

While Y/N was looking forward to the whole trip, one of her most anticipated stops, Sagamore Hill, happened during this leg and she was thrilled to have her boyfriend and one of her best friends, both of whom shared her love for American history, with her.  Y/N couldn’t stop smiling as they explored Theodore Roosevelt’s home.  Dean took her hand, giving it a squeeze as he looked down at her.  As much as he was enjoying the trip, he found that watching Y/N was even more enthralling than the history that was surrounding them.  She was like a kid on Christmas and her enthusiasm was both beautiful and contagious.

After Sagamore Hill, they continued on, going as far as New Hampshire and even making a stop in honor of fictional president Josiah Bartlet, where the girls got in some more good natured ribbing (“I still can’t believe that you had never seen ‘The West Wing’ until I came along, Dean!”).  

On the way back, they decided to try to stop in Vermont for the night and visit the birthplace of Calvin Coolidge.  The three arrived fairly late at night, figuring they could crash in a motel somewhere along the interstate, however, there was literally nothing around them.  

As they drove through the dark, their GPS started fritzing, the satellite unable to locate them in the countryside.  Eventually, they passed what looked like a general store but it was closed for the night.  Dean pulled over so Y/N could read a sign near the side of the road, hoping for some insight.

“Um, guys?” Y/N said, fighting a giggle.  “We’re in the exact right place.  According to this, Calvin Coolidge’s birthplace was that store and he’s buried somewhere over yonder but we can’t see anything because it’s dark.”  Y/N was tired and had to laugh.

Chelsea joined in her laughter.  “Check it out, ‘The Top of the Notch Tearoom and Gift Shop.’”  She pointed out the window to a sign that was barely visible as the pair dissolved into overtired, giddy laughter.

“Thank you for everything, Vermont,” Y/N deadpanned between giggles.

Dean snorted at that, taking in his tired girlfriend and her equally exhausted friend.  “You can’t make this shit up,” he murmured.  “Alright, you two,” Dean declared, “calm down.  We might as well head back to Albany tonight and I’m gonna need your help navigating if we’re going to make it.”  

Y/N and Chelsea only laughed harder, though nothing that Dean had said was particularly funny.  They had what Y/N liked to call “the sleepy ha-has,” where everything and anything could set off another giggle fit.  Y/N took out the map, wanting to help, but as she scanned the paper, looking for their location and the way back to the highway, she noticed something that set her off again.  “Did you know...” she asked, tears forming in her eyes from the continued laughter, “did you know there’s a Winchester, Vermont?”

The trio did eventually make it back to Albany that night and then started their journey south, back towards New Jersey.  They made a stop at the home of Martin Van Buren and then drove through New York to return Chelsea to her apartment before Dean and Y/N headed south.  The pair explored Washington DC and the surrounding area, eventually making their way to Keene, Virginia.

Y/N was giddy as they pulled up to Pine Knot.  Dean was excited, too, but he also wanted to tease her.  “You know Teddy was a pansy, right?” Dean asked, keeping one eye on the dirt road while he watched Y/N’s reaction.

Y/N gasped in response, sliding as far away from her boyfriend as she could in the Impala’s front seat.  “How dare you?” she questioned in mock horror.  “You take that back.”

“Never!” Dean laughed.  “He was hunting and couldn’t shoot the dang bear!  Even after his friends helped him out.”

Y/N pointed an accusatory finger at Dean, who was now fastidiously keeping his eyes on the road as he fought to keep a smirk off of his lips.  “You know it wasn’t a fair fight.  They chained an old, sick bear to a tree!” Y/N huffed.  “Gloating like you’re some expert hunter or something…” she grumbled, “you wouldn’t have been able to shoot it either.” Y/N’s accusation was accompanied by a hard poke to Dean’s arm.

Dean finally broke, his smile coming through in full force as laughter bubbled from his lips.  “Dad and Uncle Bobby never could get my brother or I to pull the trigger on hunting trips when we were kids.  Too many deer got away because all we could see was Bambi, much to their disappointment.”  Dean’s laughter was contagious and the couple giggled together as the car came to a stop outside of Teddy Roosevelt’s cabin.

Dean had booked a tour of the place and, as the pair got out of the car, an official looking man greeted them.  Dean shared a brief, quiet conversation with him and handed the man something but Y/N couldn’t see what it was.  She raised an eyebrow at him but he just shrugged and followed the man towards Pine Knot.  

They toured the site, each trying to one up the other with Roosevelt trivia, their guide honestly impressed by their knowledge.  

“You know his wife gave him an allowance,” Y/N commented, nudging Dean’s shoulder.

Dean laughed, pretending that she had shoved him as he stumbled backwards.  “Yeah, $20 a day.  And don’t you go getting any ideas like that.”  

Their tour guide laughed with them at that, looking to Dean and waiting for his response as they passed by one of the cabin’s sleeping spaces.  She didn’t think they were being obnoxious about it, but Y/N wouldn’t be surprised if their guide was learning things from listening to the two of them talk.

“Oh!  How about… TR let off steam by having pillow fights with his kids,” Dean replied, inspired by their surroundings and whooping in victory when the guide nodded in affirmation.

The tour continued in much the same way until Y/N stopped, pulling on Dean’s arm excitedly.  “I’ve got one!  Um… When he read the book ‘How the Other Half Live,’ Roosevelt sent the author a note that basically said ‘I’m here to help, let’s do it.’”  Y/N was looking around the space with a dreamy smile.  “He believed in things and he didn’t just believe in them, he did them.  What more can you ask for?  He just loved people.”

Dean pulled her in and kissed her.  “You are such an amazing woman, you know that, right?” he asked before kissing Y/N again.  “Let’s get some lunch.”  

The pair made their way out of the cabin and onto the porch, where a large picnic basket was waiting for them with Dean’s keys on top.  He pocketed the keys and grabbed the basket, opening it and pulling out a red and white checked blanket which he laid out on the Pine Knot porch.  His hands disappeared into the basket again and when he withdrew them, they were holding a teddy bear.

Dean grabbed Y/N’s hand and turned to face her.  “I know I just said it but, Y/N, you are an amazing woman.  You are smart, sweet, funny, and you have a passion for history that rivals even my own,” he told her as he held up the stuffed bear.  It was dressed like Teddy Roosevelt, its namesake, and Dean held it out to Y/N.  “This is for you, as well as something that I hid in one of his pockets.”

Y/N took the bear and dipped her fingers into the small pockets on it’s vest and jacket until she felt something cold and metal.  She pulled it out and held a beautiful ring between her fingers.  Y/N turned back to Dean to thank him and her hands immediately flew to her mouth when she found him down on one knee in front of her.

“Y/N, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

She nodded before squeaking out an excited “Yes!” between her fingers

Y/N dropped her hands from her face and Dean grabbed them, taking the ring from her and sliding it onto her finger.  He stood and kissed her, their teeth clacking together here and there since neither of them could stop smiling.  When they broke apart, their tour guide handed Dean a camera, telling the couple that he got some good photos, and Y/N beamed at him.

“You thought of everything, didn’t you?” she asked, her voice a whisper, and Dean smiled nodded, giving her another quick peck on the lips.

“There really is a meal in there,” Dean told her, indicating the picnic basket, “and I don’t know about you but I was too nervous to eat breakfast this morning so I’m starving.”  He sat down on the blanket he’d set out and started pulling fruit and cheese from the basket, followed by sandwiches and a couple of water bottles.  Y/N sat beside him and they each ate with only one hand, Dean’s right hand grasping Y/N’s left and occasionally playing with the ring that now resided there.

Once they finished their meal, they scrolled through the photos together before strolling the trails that surrounded Pine Knot, neither of them ready to leave what had become a magical place.  

After their day at the cabin, the rest of the trip went by in a blur and before either of them knew it, Dean and Y/N were back in Kansas, ready to plan a wedding and start the rest of their lives together.

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