#great question sheet op!

[miami-lolz]

I saw this awesome question sheet by @bisexualricks and wanted to throw my hat into the ring!



1. top 5 episodes and why!

The Vat of Acid Episode - It was both a solid character introspection for both Rick & Morty, and also had some really funny moments. Morty flipping Rick off after he had to kiss the vat of acid absolutely sent me

Rest and Ricklaxation - There’s was a lot of funny bits in the episode and is generally pretty good. Also Jessica saying Rick would call her drunk asking about Morty or something is hilarious to me

Ricktional Mortpoon's Rickmas Mortcation - It was a huge turning point for lore but also Rick saying “perfectly fucking vertical.” In an incredulous tone absolutely kills me. Also solid light saber fight

The Rickchurian Mortydate - this entire episode was great from beginning to end. “oh I’ve got pubes, commander-in-queef, y-you wanna count them?” And Ricks rant on the Oval Office was hilarious.

Rickmurai Jack - I absolutely love Evil Morty’s character and the last half of the episode was especially fantastic. The music, EM’s rant “That’s what makes me evil, being sick of him.” Also I absolutely believe EM’s offer to let Morty Prime come with was a genuine offer. The whole “it was a toilet” was just EM trying to save face like he wasn’t kinda hurt.

2. least favorite episode(s) and why!

Claw and Hoarder: Special Ricktim's Morty - The subtext on this episode was mortifying and was just kinda weird and all over the place.

Final DeSmithation - There was a good couple funny bits throughout but again, any funny moments is ruined because we can’t go one season without weird incest plots.

Rickdependence Spray - I feel like this is self explanatory. Jfc Justin what we’re you thinking?

3. Moments that make you insane

“I don’t know this guy, you’re a my grandpa, Rick!” OH MY GODDD

The fact that Morty cares for a family he knows isn’t even technically his.

Mortys voice and expression when he yelled “Your not even in the hole, are you?!” In Fear No Mort because the amount of desperation in his tone nearly killed me

Rick lying to Morty about the Purge candy so he doesn’t realize what he has done. Like Rick absolutely could have told Morty the truth but decided not to.

4. your favorite lines

“oh I’ve got pubes, commander-in-queef, y-you wanna count them?”

“A Vat of Fake Acid, are you dying from dementia??”

“We could be clones, we could holograms, we could be clones controlled by holograms controlled by special remote control headsets the real Rick and Morty are wearing while they’re fucking your mother!”

“Betrayal! Betrayal on all sides!”

“You have a death crystal in your pocket??”

“No, yes, maybe!”

“You little monster, I thought you were masterbating!”

“And you took that in stride??”

“You rather I address it??”

5. Rick head-canons

⁃ Stopped doing any heavy partying after around season 1, not wanted to expose Morty to that, though he’d never admit that out loud

⁃ Is Bilingual, specifically he speaks Spanish. I’m pretty sure he’s canonically Hispanic as well.

⁃ He’s pansexual. He also hasn’t been in a serious relationship in decades. He avoids them after Diane. He did want something serious with BP tho

⁃ When he’s wasted, like emotionally upset and absolutely shit faced he will lock himself in the garage and avoid going near the Smith family

⁃ Sometimes Morty does things that reminds Rick of Prime and it drives him crazy. He will go out of his way to chastise Morty to try to get him to stop the things he can control

⁃ Rick doesn’t heal his battle scars as it’s a way to separate himself from other Ricks in the finite curve

⁃ Rick purposely let the original Prime universe get mutated and made it worse as a last middle finger to Rick Prime. He later felt kinda bad about it, just because he knows what he did is some petty shit Prime would have done.

6. Morty head-canons

⁃ Morty Prime has a lot more physical similars to Rick Prime then he does to Jerry. Most Mortys have brown but Morty Prime has blue eyes, similar to his Rick. His hair more disheveled and a bit more spiked.

- Refuses to drink alcohol most of the time because he’s seen what it’s done to people. However he will do recreational drugs & smoke cigarettes. Often on the roof on his house.

⁃ Morty has a jagged scar around the end of his hand where he had to use the train to cut his hand off. As well as a bit missing from his left ear from a stray gun shot, his nose is crooked from getting broken a lot and he’s missing a tooth.

⁃ He carry’s a blaster in his waistband and one under his pillow just in case. He is in general kinda paranoid

⁃ If Morty has a serious nightmare and/or can’t fall asleep he will sneak into his moms or Ricks alcohol stash and drink until he passes out because it’s the only way to get him to fall back asleep.

⁃ Sometimes Morty will stare at himself in the mirror and try to see if he has any similarities to Rick Prime and will try to change anything he finds. If another Morty refers to him as “Prime” he will bust their head open. Or cry.

⁃ Morty is aware Rick sees him as Rick Prime grandson, and is convinced one day Rick will finish what he started and kill him to. He’d never admit that to Rick

7. Family Head-Canons

Summer

- Is a lot more observant then she gets credit for.

- One of the reasons she started going on adventures with Rick is because she wanted to look out for her brother.

- She nearly cried when Rick told her she reminds him of Diane.

⁃ I could see her as Bi, as she’s flirted with Ethan and the girl from S7.

- She was planning on moving out as soon as she was 18, but lately has been thinking other wise. Her relationship with her family is a lot better then before.

Beth/ Space Beth

⁃ Trash TV is her guilty pleasure, like she says she watches it ironically but no she doesn’t

⁃ Not that great at cooking to be honest, never really got taught how to and can’t be bothered anymore

- is honestly proud of Summer for not ending up like her when Beth was her age

Jerry

⁃ is actually really solid at cooking, and would be a good house husband if he wasn’t kinda lazy.

⁃ Family is genuinely important to him and he honestly would sacrifice everything for them. Rick knows this and can respect Jerry for that

⁃ he’d never say it out loud but sometimes Morty scares him. He’s seemingly the only one to notice how aggressive he’s gotten lately and was mortified when Morty told him about the Tina-Teers thing.

8.Prime head-canons

⁃ He doesn’t regret what he did with Diane, but he did regret letting it get to that point

⁃ He honestly didn’t want to kill his own Morty, and was conflicted seeing him with C-137.

⁃ He was far from thrilled seeing what had become of his planet. He wasn’t necessarily attached to it or anyone in it, however he didn’t want it to end up as a wasteland.

- He’s been keeping tabs with Rick and Morty as was a little surprised with how Rick C-137 hasn’t killed Morty Prime or even really tried to.

- Wasn’t expecting Morty to take after him as much as he has.

9. Evil Morty head-canons

- Was actually bothered when Morty Prime didn’t accept his offer and just lied about it being a toilet seat to save face because he was kinda salty about it

- he’s definitely a clone, not sure what universe he’s based off of and doesn’t care anymore

- EM is lonely as hell and watch’s rom coms to pass the time. He’s not use to getting to live normally and isn’t sure what to do with all that free time

- he chose to use an eye patch because he knows Ricks are scared of pirates

- after the S1 finale, EM started keeping tabs on Rick C-137 and Morty Prime. It was also how he learned about the Prime universe

10. favorite rick and morty pair that ISNT c-137 and prime

Not technically a Rick & Morty pair but the Mortys from the citadel, Left-Handed Morty, Slick Morty, Glasses Morty, and Lizard Morty. The way Slick threw himself into the garbage shoot in a desperate attempt for other Mortys to be better off lives in my head rent free I wish they were still alive.

11. songs that you think relate to them

“This is love” by Air Traffic Controller. This song is such a good way to express Mortys codependency to Rick (not shipping btw you nastys)

[hiro-doodlez]

LIST OF ENGLISH ACRONYMS AND ABBREVIATIONS (the random letters that people use sometimes)!! FEEL FREE TO USE AS A REF (reference) SHEET!! In alphabetical too!!

Tone indicators at the bottom!

GENERAL:

AFK- away from keyboard

AKA- also known as

ASAP- as soon as possible

ASL- American Sign Language

B4- before

BC- because

BF- boyfriend

BFF- best friends forever

BTW- By the way

BTS- Behind the scenes/back to school / that one band

BRB- be right back

CW: content warning

Cya- see ya

DM- direct message

DW- dont worry

EZPZ- easy peasy

FB- Facebook

FW: flash warning

FAQ- frequently asked questions

FYI- for your information

GF- girl friend

GG- good game

GJ- Good job

GL- good luck

Gnite- good night

GTFO- get the fuck out

GTG- got to go

Gud- good

H8- hate

HBD- happy birthday

Hella- really

HMU- Hit me up

HW- Homework

IDK- I don't know

IDC- I don't care

IG- I guess / instagram

IK- I know

IKR- I know right

K- okay

Lmao- laughing my ass off

Kewl- cool

Kk- okay

Lol- laugh out loud

ILY- I love you

ILYSM- I love you so much

IMO- in my opinion

IRL- in real life

IYKYK- if you know you know

JFC- Jesus fucking chrkst

Jk- just kidding

L8R- later

LMAO- laughing my ass off

LMK-let me know

LOL- laughing out loud

Mkay- mm okay

NE- Any

NE1- anyone

NGL- not gonna lie

NM- Nothing much

NP: no problem

NSFW- not safe for work

NVM- nevermind

NW- no worries

Obv- obviously

OFC- of course

OMW- on my way

OP- original post(er)

OTP- one true pairing

Ova- over

Pic- picture

Pls-please

Plz-please

POV: point of view

Ppl- people

Prolly- probably

QOTD- quote of the day

R- are

RB- reblog

Ref- reference

Rly- really

RN- right now

RP- role play

RPG-role playing game

RT- retweet

Sec- second

SH- self harm

SMH- shaking my head

SMP- survival multiplayer server (Minecraft) / social media platform (?)

S.O- significant other

Sui- suicide

Sus- suspicious

STFU- shut the fuck up

T- testosterone

TBA- to be announced

TBF- to be fair

TBH- to be honest

TF- the fuck

Thnks- thanks

Thx- thanks

TLDR- too long didn't read (usually a summary)

TMRW- tomorrow

TOS- terms of service

TTYL-talk to you later

TW: trigger warning

Vid- video

WTF- what the fuck

WYD- what are you doing?

YOLO- You only live once

YT- YouTube

YW- you're welcome

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If the one youre looking for isnt here, either i forgot or its a fandom! Id suggest looking it up if youre confused!

Extra note: if you see 8 in one of the acronyms, then it usually is used as an “ate” sound. So h8= ate, gr8= great ect.

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TONE INDICATORS:

/aff- affectionate

/c- copypasta

/cb- clickbait (?)

/f- fake

/gen- genuine

/genq- genuine question

/half joking

/ij- inside joke

/j- joking

/lyr- lyrics

/lh- light hearted

/lu- little upset

/neg- negative

/nf- not forced

/nm- not mad

/npa- not passive aggresive

/nsrs- not serious

/p- platonic

/pa- passive aggresive

/pos- positive

/q- quote

/r- romantic

/ref

/s- sarcastic

/srs- serious

/t- teasing

/th- threat

I HOPE THIS HELPS!! and if i forgot to add one feel free to send an ask ^^

[thisnightissparkling089]

If you could rewrite 5 chenford scenes, what would they be and why? 😊❤️

Oh my gosh, I love this question, thank you!

After much thought, here we have it

1.) The Laundry Room hook up (or lack there of...)

Look, if there were ever a scene that needs to be rewritten, it's this one right here!! Without a doubt. This was absolutely the first thing that came to mind.

The first time I saw this scene unfold, I felt like an absolute idiot😅 when Chen says, "Wait. Lock the door first." And then it just ended, I was like ???? My husband goes, "They're going to hook up." Are they?? Because that was not obvious! I stupidly thought she was meant like lock the door when you get home or something. I don't know😅

What needed to happen IMO:

"Wait. Lock the door first."

Tim's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly gets the picture. He walks backward to the door, his gaze never leaving Lucy's, before flipping the lock between his fingers.

He saunters back over to her, his hands and lips on her instantly, touching every bit of skin he can get his hands on.

He backs Lucy up until she hits the washing machine, and effortlessly, Tim lifts her up onto the machine.

They pull back from each other, and Tim rests his forehead against Lucy's, their labored breathing the only sound to be heard.

Tim leans back in to kiss her as he begins to unzip Lucy's jacket.

Fade to black...

2.) Tim and Lucy's first time

Listen, it was great for what it was. It's pretty much the only heat we've ever gotten on this show in 6 seasons. So I don't have a lot of notes.

The one thing I would have changed/added, was Tim's discovery that Lucy kept her DOD tattoo, which, although not confirmed, is canon in my mind.

I really feel like we needed a scene where either mid hookup Tim brushes against her tattoo and Lucy gasps, and they have a conversation about it, and she gives Tim permission to touch it.

OR

A scene post hook up where they're snuggling in bed and Tim says "you kept the tattoo" and they have a conversation from there.

Either way, I'd just like some confirmation that she kept it.

3.) The kiss that could have been, interrupted by Wesley's phone call.

I think I speak for all of us in the Chenford fandom when I say we were all on the edge of our seats that episode. There were no words needed, it was all in their eyes! Lucy's especially!

I would have loved to see the start of a hook up. Both Tim and Lucy were dealing with grief and trauma and I could picture Lucy looking up at Tim and saying, "I just need to feel alive again. Even if only for a little bit."

I actually still would have been okay with Wesley's phone call interrupting them, but after they at least shared a kiss. I think it really would have added to the stakes in their relationship and can see Tim trying to dismiss the whole thing as Lucy being lost in her grief and how he was wrong to even entertain the idea and to just drop it. Which, as we all know, shs never would. Lucy Chen drops nothing.

4.) "Freak in the Sheets" comment

I feel like this is an unpopular opinion, but I found this comment sooo cringy😬 I'm sorry, I can't help it.

I feel like the writers know they don't give us anything physical, so they try to add in comments like this as a way to make up for it, but it comes off so juvenile and cringy in my opinion. Like, it's (supposed to be anyway) a show geared toward adults. You can show physical intimacy tastefully. These off handed comments just aren't my style.

I appreciated the joking nature and how it showed they were in a place where they could joke with each other, but I could have done without that comment.

5.) Tim sitting in his truck during the stake out, unable to answer Lucy's calls or texts.

I would have loved a throwback to S1 where Tim, waiting for Isabel's UC op, is watching a video of the two of them right before they get married.

A moment where Tim thumbs through his photo gallery, looking through he and Lucy's pictures together and fighting internally to reach out to her, knowing he can't and needs to protect her.

Like, we obviously know what's at stake, but seeing pictures of them together in that moment would have brought it to the next level IMO.

Whewww, thank you again, this was fun!

[kiki-widow]

Russian Teacher

request on wattpad from Lucastrans2006

Natasha x gip reader

warning: pet names, blowjob, teacher x student, dirty talk

Natasha Pov

It is my first day being a Russian teacher here in this school. I moved here to New York just a few weeks ago and I like it already. When I walked in the school the other teachers introduced themselves and wished me luck on my first day. I made my way to the classroom ten minutes earlier and decided to prepare some things for the students. Some students also arrived earlier they said a quiet hello and sat on their seats. When the bell rung the last students walked in and took their seats. But there was one person that stood out to me. They were wearing some black jeans and a white blouse that had some open buttons, they sat in the second row besides their friend. As everyone was seated, I begun to explain a few basics before giving each student quiz sheets so they could practice. As I handed Y/N the papers I let my eyes wander over their body felling their eyes linger on my cleavage, our fingers touched for a moment before I handed the other students their papers. "Has everyone now their sheets? Great, you have the rest of the lesson time to finish these papers. If you have questions raise your hand I will come and help you." I typed a bit on my laptop as my students did their paperwork, my eyes would every so often glance up and glance at Y/N seeing their fingers hold their pen and write on the paper. Some students raised their hands after a while, so I helped them, but every now and then I felt eyes staring at my boobs and my ass, when I searched for the pair of eyes that where following me, I found Y/N's, they were biting their lip while their eyes stayed on my body. I smirked to myself thinking about how to tease them, so when Leo, a student that sat Infront of Y/N's desk, raised his hand I made my way to him and bend besides him over the desk, so Y/N got a nice few of my ass. I explained Leo what he did wrong and how he could fix it when I felt a light pinch on my princess parts making me let out a gasp "are you okay miss Romanoff?" Leo asked. I cleared my throat and stood up "yes everything is alright. Now get back to work." I said and walked away not before glancing at Y/N again seeing them hold something under the table, which made me curious. I looked at the clock, when everyone finished their sheets, and saw that we had a half hour left till the lesson was over. "You finished earlier then I thought, class. Good work. I will tell you now your homework you need to do till Friday, you can start now if you want or go." I wrote the homework on the whiteboard and sat back on my desk watching some students leave and some others do the homework. I decided to go over some sheets when I felt Y/N staring at me, so I decided to stare back, they opened more buttons on their blouse making my eyes trail down to their veiny hand, I bite my lip and clenched my tights a bit together thinking about their hands on me. I saw Y/N shift in their seat while biting their lip too. Natasha no, you can't that's a student stop thinking about them fucking you! I thought to myself. Before I knew it the school bell rang and all students walked out of the classroom, expect Y/N. "Y/N do you mind coming here for a second? I need to ask you about something that you wrote on your sheets." Y/N made their way to me and stood Infront of my desk " yes Mrs. Roma-" "miss not Mrs." I interrupted them. "My apologies, Miss Romanoff." My eyes trailed down their body but freezing when they land on a big bulge in their pants. "Miss Romanoff? Are you okay?" 'Fuck it' I said to myself, getting wetter in my panties "come and stand besides mommy" I saw them standing there in shock making me smirk "don't make me ask again baby boy!" I said rolling my chair a bit away from my desk. They made their way besides me blushing. I trailed my hands down their chest "let Mommy give you a special treat for being a good boy for her." I opened their zipper, but not before getting Permission to do so. I pulled their pants and Boxershorts down before gasping at the sight from their big dick. "Fuck." I breathed out while my thumb rubbed over their tip. Y/N bite their lip "Mommy, please." I smirked before licking my lips, "Mommy will suck you off and then you are going to finger your mommy's pussy. Alright baby?" "Yes Mommy, I'll do anything." I smirked and kissed their tip before taking it in my mouth and swirling my tongue around their dick. I felt their hand go in my hair tugging on it slightly as I took more of them in my mouth. I sucked skillfully on their dick while massaging their balls a bit and my tongue travelling over their veins around their cock. I felt their grip on my hair tightening so I took their dick out of my mouth for a moment, they whimpered and looked down at me with pleading eyes " fuck my throat, baby boy." I said before taking their dick in my mouth again. I felt them pulling on my hair and moving their hips slightly, before going faster each second. I gagged a bit but took them deep down my throat humming as they pulled on my hair. "I'm close Mommy, please let me cum." I smirked and tapped their tight before feeling their cum dripping down my throat. I swallowed each drop before taking their dick out of my mouth. "Good boy." I said giving their tip a kiss.

[another-shameless-fangirl]

Skin Hunger

In which Danny learns about another kind of hunger from Jazz.

Words- 3,151

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Danny felt a hollowness inside of him.

His stomach never ached as Phantom. As a ghost he never had to eat or sleep so he never felt tired or hungry but something was off. He couldn’t describe it. Something bad was happening and it was not anything he could put meaningful words to. There was a weight inside of his skin dragging the flesh down thick and heavy and nameless. He could move through it. The weight did not make him sluggish but it made him ache in a way that was not quite pain.

He fought hard as always but there was less pride in his victories and less joy in the peace he found after. There was a stress and tension in his body when he fought and a vicious edge to his strikes. He did not talk as often to the combatants and there was an emptiness in his head, in his chest when he let the ghosts back into the zone when he was left in silence. 

It all felt like too much and not enough at the same time but why?

He felt like he could cry but for what reason?

When he transformed back to his human self it got better but not in a way that mattered. Human him felt warm and solid but that heaviness persisted like a dull weight in his body, like it pulled down through his skin and the tissue underneath in either form like his body was not sure if he was in the space he occupied or elsewhere. Why was this happening? Was it stress? 

He watched a stray spirit meander by him, more memory than substance and he wondered if there was a chance that would happen to him? What if he was losing himself? His humanity was a tricky thing on the best of days. What if Phantom was starting to separate from reality? What if this was the first evidence of him losing his mind? 

His mind swung with an anxious fragility and the ideas flooded his mind and would not stop coming. 

He was going crazy.

The ghost below walked through a wall and disappeared. Danny was too tired to follow. That type of ghost never caused any harm anyway, There was so little left of their minds they may as well not exist. 

What if that was going to be him soon?

Tears formed in his eyes and he scrubbed at them furiously because Danny Fenton didn’t cry and neither would his ghost.

“Danny?”

His head snapped up toward the voice baring his fangs at the voice before he could register his name. That meant the voice was friendly. He blinked tears from his green eyes. He was on the roof, the OPs center. The voice was Jazz. He snapped his mouth shut, mortified but the girl did not comment on the revoked threat . 

“Long night?” She asked and he scoffed. He was irritated in an instant. How could he go from having an existential crisis to annoyed at stupid questions at the drop of a hat?

“I’m fine.” He muttered, his voice echoed even more than usual with the sheets of steel lining the roof. Danny drew his legs against his chest pulling them tightly with both arms. He felt better somehow with that pressure around his legs but his skin still buzzed with something... 

Jazz closed the hatch behind her and took careful steps toward him across the metal. “I turned off the alarm when I saw it was you,” she started and she looked over the rooftops below them. “I texted mom and dad that it was a false alarm. Rogue frankenfurter.” She told him with a smile and a pleased note to her voice. 

It was an inside joke they shared about why hotdogs came in packs of 10 and buns in packs of 8. The two remaining sausages were doomed to haunt the Fenton house after being contaminated by ectoplasm in the fridge. 

He didn’t smile back, didn’t thank her for covering his careless mistake of coming to his house, his own home and triggering an alarm he helped his dad install years ago. He was so stupid and here she was having to make up for that. 

He was a stupid, hollow shell of a person and Jazz could be doing so many great things if she didn’t have to look out for her dumb little brother. 

Maybe she wouldn’t have to for much longer.

Tears leaked again and Danny hid his face in his arms instead. By design, the hazmat suit did not absorb any of the liquid. Were they even tears? Did ghosts cry or was that too human? He sniffled for air he did not need but it still came back out in a sob.

Something warm touched him and his entire body jolted. Arms wrapped around him and he was being hugged- Jazz was hugging him and the world stopped spinning out of control and all he could think about was how warm she was. 

Was he really that cold?

“You don’t have to do that.” He croaked. Even his voice failed him as if it was just another broken part of a janky machine. The arms just crushed him further.

“It looks like you need it,” concern laced her tone and he tensed but it was so hard to stay coiled like this. Now he was making her worry. Idiot. “What’s going on, little brother?” Jazz asked and something about the way she addressed him made him crumble but to crumble was to be weak and how could she ask him to be weak when he was already so fragile?

“I’m fine. Let go, I have school in the morning.” He snipped and squirmed in her grip but she only loosened her grip enough to look at him instead of releasing him. She looked at him so softly and held on like she would never let go in a way that left him truly alone. 

“You’re okay. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” 

Of course he could. She was one of the only people he could talk to freely. Lately Sam and Tucker were listening to him more and more until he shut them out too. When was that? Did he imagine shutting the door in their face last week? How could he be so tired and on edge at the same time?

“I think I’m going crazy.” He whispered at last. Danny half hoped she didn’t hear but of course she did. 

She didn’t deny it or tell him he wasn't, which was agonizing and comforting at the same time. “Why do you think you’re going crazy?” 

He turned his head into her shoulder and thought about it. All the sad and dreadful things he had been thinking about himself were coming back jumbled and twisted and he could hardly recognize the ones he had been thinking all day versus the ones he was coming up with on the spot. 

Freak. Loser. Dead.

“I feel like shit,” he admitted at last. “Or at least this body does. I feel okay enough during the day but as Phantom I feel…” He frowned unable to put the words out in the air. Whatever Phantom was, that manifestation of his suffering consciousness, it hurt more clearly. 

Jazz didn’t say anything but she did nuzzle her cheek against the top of his head and held him and he thought he could cry again as he made himself speak. 

“I’m angry at nothing. I’m so sad and I keep forgetting why until I try to think about it then there are so many reasons and it sucks.” He sniffled again and she just stroked her thumb over his arm. She was so warm. 

“You’ve been under a lot of stress.” She said and he groaned, shaking his head but not pulling away. 

“I’m always under stress. This is different from the regular superhero stuff. I feel like something’s wrong with me. I’m so tired,” he sniffled. “I'm getting mood swings. I yelled at Skulker today and I think I actually hurt his feelings.” He told her and while that was a hilarious thing to think about it just made him more mad because it was mean, not quippy or even original. He let out a wet laugh anyway. Like he owed the hunter artistic integrity. 

Jazz just stroked his arm and shoulder and she was so good at it. 

“It feels different from being a teenager?” She tried but the levity and jokes were fading. She was considering his feelings and Danny didn’t realize that was what he had been really needing. 

“Yeah. Like it feels like something new. And it’s worse in ghost form. I’m starting to get worried that I’m… That something’s wrong with me,” Danny blinked but tears started to pool and threatened to run down his cheeks as some dam inside him flooded over and he babbled. 

“I feel fine sometimes and other times I just don’t and I can’t explain it but I really wonder if something’s wrong with me like-” His voice started to waver and Jazz tightened her grip around his back and gave him a long moment to finish.

“It feels like I’m actually dying.”

Jazz did not tense around him, her heart did not skip a beat or hammer and thankfully she didn’t say anything to tell him he was wrong. 

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” She said and it was a complete statement. It was pity and sympathy but it did not make Danny’s skin crawl. He sniffled and turned his face into her shoulder.

“Why do I feel this way?” He asked as if she could give him a diagnosis on the spot- like Jazz could find a ghost bug on his back and yank it out of his spine and he could feel better in an instant but whatever this was he felt in his core. As such, she did not have an easy answer.

“There are plenty of things that could be manifesting,” she said sounding thoughtful as if remembering exactly what one of those psychology textbooks said and she going to recite it verbatim.

"Could you paraphrase it for me?" Danny sighed but listened for Jazz to continue which she did with an even, terrible patient tone.

“The brain is a dumb, beautful, electric jelly lump and anything you’re feeling is real. We just have to figure out how to fix it. Or at least make you feel a little better.” She said and it sounded honest enough. “Is it possible this is how your stress is manifesting in your body? Tense and mad at ghosts?”

He didn’t know.

“I was stressed before and I never had a temper like that. And I was never exhausted all the time, even in the beginning when I only fought ghosts once a week or so.” Because I was so weak stayed hidden on his tongue, bitter and disgusting. He turned his cheek against her sweater and he felt her shrug. 

“The human body isn’t meant to be stressed out for long periods of time. We’re meant to relax and hang out most of the time and be in run from the tiger mode just sometimes. This could be something biological. Your body might be overwhelmed.”

And that would be comforting except for that keyword--biological.

“That’s a human thing,” He snapped and pulled away. The grip broke and she looked at him with concerned eyes. Her hands still lingering on his waist and shoulder and he swatted them away. 

“I’m not a person, Jazz. I’m a ghost. A monster.�� He said and his lips formed a tight line and he willed them not to tremble as he scrubbed tears from his face. She blinked at him. 

“Why don’t you feel like a person? Did something happen to your human half?” 

He shook his head frantically straightening because to be small was to be weak and he couldn’t handle that right now. He stood and walked away a few steps forcing himself not to pace.

“No! Yes… I mean I’m fine but I just feel like shit. It’s ridiculous- I need to be stronger.”

“Making yourself stronger won’t necessarily fix whatever is going on. You can get help-”

“You can’t help.” Danny snapped at her but the heat was lessened. 

“Then I can get you what you need to help yourself.” Jazz narrowed her eyes stubbornly pushing herself off the cold metal. She stood tall and crossed her arms. “You’re a human, Danny. You need all the basic things a human needs.”

“I get everything I need as a human and it’s not enough because something is wrong with me.” 

“Did you eat dinner?”

“It was glowing so no. I ate lunch at school.” Danny crossed his arms back at his sister. He was in ghost form but he fought the urge to fly off. If they didn’t finish this conversation she would just follow him downstairs to his room and text him all night when he didn’t answer the door.

“Slept?” Jazz asked, apparently just going through a check list and Danny bristled. 

“I dunno. I got home at 2 last night then went to bed.” There he stayed up scratching at his arms for hours then went to school. The answer did not impress her as if she knew that.

“Have you played Gloom recently?” 

“I played Doom on Saturday for like two hours.” He rage quit after being killed again and again and making no progress. The memory made him tense and he glowered at her. “Are you just listing stuff from that pyramid thing?” He was pretty sure safety and self esteem were somewhere on that list but he really might just jump off the roof if she asked a stupid question like Do you feel safe. 

“Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, Danny. It’s a real thing. In order to get to the top of the pyramid, you need to have the base which is physiological needs. Food and water, rest, relaxation, touch, and exercise.” Jazz listed like the walking encyclopedia she was. 

This was all so stupid. He had all of those things in spades- except touch. He paused, freezing a snide remark on his lips and frowned. He wasn’t clingy and he didn’t exactly have time for a dating life. Even those fleeting hand touches with Sam had long faded. His fingers twitched and he turned to look at his gloved hands. 

“Danny?” His head jerked up and Jazz was always too smart for her own good. She tilted her head and studied him as if she could read his thoughts and maybe she could. She could always read him so well. 

“When was the last time you experienced a human touch?” She asked concisely taking any ghost punching off the table as technically contact. 

He fidgeted under her gaze and shrugged but did not answer. What counted as human touch? He blushed and sputtered. 

“I passed a note in class today? Got handed change by the lunch lady…” He realized as he spoke that he was reaching. Those couldn’t possibly count but she just nodded slowly. 

“How about last time you had a handshake? Pet a dog? When was the last time you had a hug?” She asked giving him a second to process and Danny took a long moment to think and he really thought about it. He hadn’t hugged his friends in a long time, teenagerdom taking that casual action unless something really emotional was happening and one of them needed comfort. His parents had been wearing Specter Deflectors in the house for months as part of their uniform and hadn’t questioned, hadn’t insisted anyway when Danny stopped accepting offers for a morning hug. They chalked it up to teenage moodiness.

“The last hug I had was from you.” 

Jazz’s face fell and Danny wondered if he should have lied. The event in question was a quick, genuine thing. He remembered the fleeting touch as she left for school one morning and he had shrugged her off.

“Danny…”

“Forget it. It’s not a big deal, I’m not a kid anymore.”

“These are human needs, not just for kids,” she sounded distraught. “We’re pack animals and we need to be embraced and touched. It lets your body know you’re safe and you’re a loved part of your community.” Did she forget how he was often enemy number one, let alone the school loser? Whatever community he was a part of he wasn’t exactly loved. He smiled tightly at her.

“I think we’re pretty well past that.” 

She frowned and stalked towards him and the look on her face took him by surprise. He tensed getting ready to step back but she just grabbed him tight. 

Standing under the pale moon light, high enough where those below could not see them, Jazz held Danny Phantom and tucked his head under her chin all but enveloping him.

But then she didn’t let go.

“Uh-"

“30 seconds of contact, minimum.” She said with a voice full of authority. “That’s the bare minimum your body needs to release oxytocin- happy brain chemical. Come on, hug me.” 

He raised his numb arms immediately and obeyed squeezing gingerly around her back. 

“Are you seriously counting to 30 before you let me go?” He tried to be glib but even now that weight was starting to dissipate. It couldn’t be that simple could it?

“I’m very serious,” Jazz said using that glib tone he had tried. “But instead of counting, I figured I’d just hold on until it feels right.”

How long would that be? Danny had started to think that he would never feel better, never feel whole again but here she was draining that horrible feeling from his body like she pulled a plug.

They held on to each other tight and maybe it was all fake and Jazz was making it up to give him a problem to focus on. Either way he felt soothed. 

Jazz let him pull away after what must have been a full minute, maybe longer and he blinked at her feeling tired but not in a way that made him exhausted. 

“Any better?” She asked as if she didn’t know. He smiled at her tightly but it wasn’t pained.

“Yeah. Thanks, Jazz.”

“Now I’m gonna want you for that every day,” she warned but smiled back. “We can do this every day before school and after if there’s time but you gotta see me before any ghost fighting nights.” Danny smiled a toothy, teasing grin.

“Are you giving me prescription hugs?” 

“Yep.”

The two of them looked at each other for a long moment but even as the smiles faded to something more comfortable, whatever happened here worked at least a little. Even if it was all made up or exaggerated, at least Jazz cared enough to try. 

In any case he wouldn’t fight the treatment. 

----

Ectober 22- Staff

[mdzsartreblogs]

hey! i'm so glad i found your blog, its like a blessing to me! not exaggerating! i wanted to ask, do you have all official art from mdzs in your collection in your blog? like from the donghua, novel, game, and novel and all? i'm looking to make my own private mdzs art collection, so a reply would help!

also what would you suggest as the best sources for collecting mdzs official art? any twitter acc or zerochan?

Hi! Thanks for getting in touch!

I don't have all the official art, because there's just so darn MUCH of it, and because it's actually much more complicated to curate than most other art.

See, I try not to post duplicates, and usually I can easily ensure that by just searching for the artist and checking what of theirs I've posted, and/or by looking at the notes and just seeing if mdzsartreblogs is already in the "reblogged with tags" part of the notes.

But official art mucks that system all up because multiple people post it! I might have reblogged that piece, but not from that OP, and not in that post version. So if something isn't brand new, I'll often toss it in my likes for a later date when I can check if I've reblogged a different version of it, but I've been so busy recently that said later date really hasn't been coming, oops.

I also haven't been super consistent about reblogging art that's only on merchandise - sometimes I do, sometimes I don't, without much rhyme or reason. *sweatdrop*

There's also the complication, from the curation point of view, of where to draw the line on what counts as "art." So like...the donghua is composed of cels of drawn art, so should I count every screen cap I see of it as "official art" and reblog it? Or what about the manhua, the entire manhua is "official art," so should I try to collect every single panel? I've decided to draw the line on "no" for treating donghua screen caps as art for this blog, and I don't (usually) count comic pages from the manhua (though I've definitely made exceptions) but I'll reblog more "arty" stuff, like promo posters for the donghua, or chapter lead-ins for the manhua (or the incredibly sexy stuff that the manhua artist has been posting on Twitter of late, coughcough). But you may choose to draw the line in a different place, so what I have may not include whole categories that you'd want to collect.

That said, I've reblogged approximately 500 posts with official art over the almost three years I've run this account (three years this September!). And I can probably help a little with your question!

Resources from Me:

#official art on mdzsartreblogs: https://mdzsartreblogs.tumblr.com/tagged/official%20art

My (six months out of date) organization spreadsheet: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1nrSuFDL12MZ4O9_LFcbm7Tq47z_aiOl6I-xj8BNHs-c/edit?usp=sharing

This is the sheet I've used to organize these blogs and to keep the tags organized, though during 2023 I've had no time to maintain it. The reason I'm sharing it now is because the last sheet is a list of official artists (now a couple years out of date) with examples of their work and select links for finding them, so that might help.

Other Resources:

I don't really use twitter and have only vaguely heard of Zerochan, so I'm no help with those. Tumblr is my primary social media account, though I did recently make a Lofter account and I'm gonna try to find some official accounts there to follow directly. I can report back on that if people want, my Chinese isn't great tho so it's slow going and, as I've mentioned, I'm stupidly busy rn so it's hard to find the time.

For other Tumblr blogs that have a lot of official art, here's a few I know of that post it often:

@hanguangjunn - especially active recently, has done a lot of compilation posts that I don't always reblog because I often have some or all of the pieces as solo posts already

@t110n - posts a decent amount of MDZS, and posts official art for a huge range of danmei fandoms. One of my favorite blogs for that kind of thing; I super appreciate how much work they've put into sharing manhua art from a huge range of danmei fandoms.

@fluff-crt - also doesn't post everything, but is still active and has been active since before I joined the fandom; they also have posted some scanalations/translations and reposts with permission, though not as much recently.

@shandian-go - this is a Group Order account (the one I use personally, in fact, highly recommend) but from an art standpoint they're also a great resource for finding official merchandise art, as Mel always posts about the new merch with pictures and doesn't delete the posts advertising closed GOs.

@mdzs-equine-archive - posts official art that includes any equine (Apple, Lan Wangji's horse, etc.)

@minmoyu - in general, Minmoyu is one of the most incredible, helpful people I've found running a danmei account, and I've used resources they've written to help me buy print books, to find new danmei to read, and more. They also fairly regularly post official art, and have done so since the early days of danmei fandoms on Tumblr.

@p-h03n1-x - not active anymore, but used to post a lot of official art.

@zam81 - not super active, but basically all their posts are official art and/or photos for MXTX fandoms.

Those are the ones that spring to mind; if you scroll back through the tag on mdzsartreblogs and see who I've reblogged from, you'll spot some more; if you go back to waaaay in the beginning you'd probably be able to spot some folks who were more active once upon a time and are less around now (@aliceindanmeiland springs to mind, they haven't posted official MDZS art in a long time as far as I know, but were very active in the period when MDZS first hit Tumblr as a fandom, around the summer of 2018. Note that I personally joined the fandom in the fall of 2019.)

Hope this helps! Happy collection building!

-unforth

[denimbex1986]

'With Andrew Scott and Paul Mescal, All of us strangers has two of the actors of the moment on the bill. They subduedly tear the canvas to shreds. Who gets to play which role? “It is a discussion that we must continue to have.”

Starting this week , All of Us Strangers is probably the most dreamy, yet deeply melancholic love film of the year. A romance blossoms between a lonely screenwriter (Andrew Scott) and his neighbor (Paul Mescal) in a London apartment block.

It is yet another highlight in the oeuvre of Andrew Haigh (50), the British director of the illusionless 45 years and the HBO series Looking . At least as much of the power of this emotional trip can be attributed to the two Irish gents on the bill. The chemistry between Scott and Mescal is such an essential part of the film that they immediately complete every interview as a duo.

“With some projects you immediately feel the click,” says Mescal during our video call. “That was the case here.” The 28-year-old actor, internet darling since Normal People and Aftersun , playfully slaps his twenty-year-older co-star on the shoulder, who is sitting next to him on the sofa. “And I knew this great guy was in.”

Personal project With All of us strangers, Haigh adapts the novel Strangers by Japanese Taichi Yamada. He does this by making the protagonist gay. “You don't actually have to read a screenplay completely to know if you have something special on your hands,” says Scott. “Here too I knew it after a few pages. It is an incredibly personal project for Andrew, but like all great writers he knows how to approach it in such a way that it feels personal for everyone.”

Poetically, the story travels back in time, to the 80s and what it was like growing up as a young man who will later fall for men. Haigh knows something about that, just like fellow contemporary Scott, who has never made a secret of his sexual orientation.

Recently, the actor casually suggested in The Hollywood Reporter that he should bury the " openly gay " label for good. “You don't say 'overtly Irish' or 'overtly left-handed', do you? You only hear about it in the media, no one will ever introduce you like that at parties. It borders on 'shamelessly gay'.” Which doesn't change the fact that Haigh wanted a gay lead actor.

Who gets to play which role? When is an actor's sexual orientation relevant? “There is no standard answer to that question,” Scott emphasizes. “Many factors play a role. The theme of the story, for example. Here it was important to have that specific authenticity. I think we should continue to have the discussion, project by project.” Mescal, who was previously romantically linked to singer Phoebe Bridgers, nods in agreement: “For me it was important to look at who is telling the story, and that here was Andrew Haigh.”

The filmmaker did not just refer to his own experiences. Scenes were also shot in his childhood home. During the recording, Scott stood in the place where Andrew Haigh really experienced it. “When you portray an existing person, as an actor you don't want his or her memories to be influenced by your performance. In such situations it mainly comes down to empathy.”

And what was the chemistry between the two leads? “You of course hope in advance that it will be there,” says Mescal. “Especially with an actor who you appreciate and with whom you want to find a shared view of the relationship between your characters. But there is no manual that can help you with this, there are no exercises you can do. Trust in your opponent is important. You have the same sheet music in front of you. At some point you just have to start singing.”

Hot pastor Mescal has been a sensation since Normal People , the 2020 twelve-part adaptation of Sally Rooney's bestseller of the same name. His career had barely started with that role when he became an Oscar nominee last year for his subdued leading role as a father on the run in the acclaimed Aftersun .

But this time it is Scott in All of Us Strangersfinally gets the leading role. This after almost thirty years of mainly supporting roles. In Bond films Specter and Pride , about gay activism in the 80s, but also in series such as Sherlock and Fleabag . His role as a profanely swearing ' hot priest ' in the latter series earned him quite a cult following online.

From April, Scott can be seen in the Netflix series Ripley as Tom Ripley, a role that Matt Damon previously played in The Talented Mr. Ripley . And this fall, Mescal will make an appearance in sandals in the sequel to Gladiator , again directed by Ridley Scott.

A spicy studio project, the intimate poetry of a personal film or evening after evening on stage. The gentlemen don't care. They both do it all. “I want to be where interesting things are happening,” says Mescal. “It's all about the people you get to work with, how good the screenplay is.” Scott: “And for the role, of course. ( laughs ) It doesn't matter how big it is.” As long as there is meat on it? “Better to have one brilliant scene and be gone, than to have to play a handful of meaningless moments at the same time.”'

[adelaideriedesel]

Paint, Shark Teeth, and Butter Making - Week 2: January 19, 2024

Today was field trip day! I started my day by going over to the house with Midge and Judy to do the opening duties like turning on the lights and taking the water out of the dehumidifiers. The sink on the first floor and one of the bathtubs on the second floor actually work so that was convenient and also very cool. I then helped Midge set up one of the activities: butter making! There were little plastic jello cups of heavy cream that we wrapped with napkins so they were ready for little hands. 

This was a homeschool co-op so there were 22 kids ranging from infant to around 10 years old. At first when the families were making their way into the visitor center, we were all a little nervous as the energy was through the roof. My role was to go through the stations with one group and see how field trip day runs for them. It consisted of watching the movie all together and then split up into two groups. One group would start with a craft of bird house coloring and butter making and the other would start the tour of the home. Then they would switch! My group started with the bird house coloring which went smoothly and then we went into the kitchen to make butter. A demonstration was led by the docent Ann on how to make the butter and what life was like during the 1800s. All one has to do to make butter is shake… that’s it! We were handed saltines and tried our homemade butter, which was honestly very good. 

After the craft making section of the day, we had a tour of the downstairs led by Judy and then the upstairs led by Ed. Some of the kids had great questions about the home and how old every object in the room was. Answer: very old. 

We then celebrated Ann’s birthday with some delicious drumsticks and sighing in relief once the field trip was done. We ate lunch after and Tracy showed me the bins I would be working on for the rest of the day. There were three blue storage bins with many ziploc bags with excavation sheets on the top. The excavation took place in 1998 and honestly probably hasn’t been looked at since. It took me a second to figure out which bag corresponded with each sheet, but it was just on the bottom corner in very light pencil. Once I figured that out I got to work organizing the bags and seeing if all of them were accounted for. We are missing one bag, but they may be in another bin. There were also two bags that were mislabelled, so I will be fixing that next week as well.  I then put all of the information from the excavation sheet into an Excel spreadsheet. This is because it will be easier for Tracy to pull up information in case she needs it, and the paper will eventually become illegible or destroyed so it is imperative to digitize the information. Also who doesn’t love a little organizing as well. 

Tracy told me it would be a lot of rocks which I was fine with, but I uncovered a much more human story. There was a rusted tube of black paint, a shark tooth, and very old hangers among ordinary things like nails and burntwood chips. It was a very nice reminder that even though it did look like a bunch of rusted stuff, this is evidence of someone’s life once lived. These people who once inhabited this beautiful mansion had hopes and dreams and liked to paint and look for shark teeth just like many of us do today. This is exactly what I had hoped for my internship: to understand a little more about the deBary’s livelihood and humanize the past. It is very easy to think that these people are so far away from us, but really people have always been people. 

From my last blog post, I said I was going to go to the pool, but that ended up not being on today’s agenda, but I’ll go next week. Stay tuned for that post!

The photos are of the old paint tube, the shark tooth, and of Ann's birthday celebration!

See ya for another exciting day next week!

Adelaide

[pushing-up-junipers]

Sayings & Slang of the Setting

Exactly what it says on the tin! Trying to find and keep collections of slang from the 1950s and also from Kansas. Also maybe the 20s-40s when i edit this later. ‘Cause that’s probably still being used by people, even if it’s not ~fresh.~ ‘Specially the older characters, moreso than the recent phrases. You know. Anyway here’s what I could find condensed into one biiiiig list so I can reference it easily when writing dialogue

1950s

Agitate the Gravel: To leave in a hurry. To run the fuck away, as it were.

Apple Butter: Smooth Talk & Flattery

Backseat Bingo: Car fuckin. unspeakable acts in backseats.

Bundie: Guy that needs a haircut

Classy Chassis: Attractive Body. usually female

Come on, snake! Let’s rattle!: Contextual. You’re either asking to dance or “dance” (as in Fight)

Cut the gas!: Be quiet!

Earth Pads: Shoes

Fuzzy Duck: Girl with especially short hair

Gringles: Worries

Lay dead: Wait a minute

Negative Perspiration: Easy

Panic and a Half: A funny joke

Put an egg in your shoe and beat it!: Fuck Off.

Razz my berries!: Impress me

That Razzes my berries: It’s exciting

Got the zorros: Feeling nervous

Bash ears: To talk too much

Bird dog: Someone that tries to steal girlfriends

Circled: Married

Papershaker: Cheerleader

Supermurgitroid: Cool, “With it.”

Cheaters, Peepers: spectacles

Horn: Telephone

Shiner: A black eye

Goose it: Accelerate a vehichle

Radioactive: Current trend. Popular and stylish. IN.

Real gone: Head over heels in love, or just unstable.

Made in the shade: An easy life - to be in a good situation.

That’s the living end!: Superlative. It’s very. The most extreme form of something. Used as an exclamation of pleasant shock or joy.

Everything’s Copacetic: Chillll. Under Control.

Are you writing a book?: You’re asking too many questions

Royal shaft: Poor or unfair treatment

What’s your tale, nightingale?: What’s up? What’s the story?

Blanket: sandwich : )

Chrome Plated: All dressed up and Snazzy!! Got the Sweetest Threads on

Fat City: A Great Place to Be

Have a cow: To get overly worked up

Kansas Specific

Caddy Corner: Kinda diagonally across the way

Ope: like oops

The Concrete: Some kind of custard based icecream

Yums: Treats

Sodbuster: Someone who breaks up the “sod” (farm soil) in order to plant crops, eliminating most of the weeds before they can become a problem in the process. Difficult, but worth it in the long run.

Cornhole: A family game involving the throwing of beanbags into a hole and not hitting the other beanbags I believe?

Reddit post about just common ways of phrasing things in general

Calling everything A Deal

Yeah, no & No, yeah

Caddywhumpus: Chaotic, disorderly, WAY off balance

it wouldn’t be bad if it wasn’t so windy...........

Good People: The highest of compliments...

Dollars to donuts!: To express that you’re DAMN sure of something. Swear to god

Saying ‘cut’ instead of turn or switch, like cut that off

A draw: Beer from the tap

Carbonated drinks are called pop - which is just as well bc it’s what we call it here too

Bit under the house is consistently called the Cellar, rather than basement or whatever

1940s

Anchor Clanker: Sailor

Dead Hoofer: A bad dancer

Dish: An attractive person

Doll Dizzy: Crazy about girls

Drip: Someone boring

Ducky Shincracker: A really good dancer

Fat head: An insulting term for someone you think is an idiot

Glitterati: Famous, wealthy people with a high profile

Jive Bomber: A regular good dancer

Khaki Wacky: Crazy about boys

Yuck: Another idiot

Jitterbug: Fast dancing to modern music

Killer Diller: The best! Amazing!

Natch: Of course. Certainly.

On the Beam: On the right track or course. Cool.

Take a Powder: To leave

What’s buzzin’ cousin?: How’s it going?

Bupkis: Nothing. When you receive fuck all for your efforts.

Crib Notes: A cheat sheet for a test, trying to get a good grade

Hairy: Outdated

Peanuts: A small, insufficient amount. Usually refers to money.

Snap your cap: Get angry

Whistling Dixie: Wasting your time

Armored Heifer: Canned milk

Hen Fruit: Eggs

Schnook: Gullible. A sucker.

Active Duty: A promiscuous male

Floy-floy: Nonsense

Gammin’: Showing off

Going fishing: Trying to get a date

Hey sugar, are you rationed?: Do you have a steady boyfriend?

Motorized Freckles: Insects

Mud: Coffee

Reet: Very

Share crop: A promiscuous female

Strictly from Dixie: Laaaaaaame

Admiral’s Watch: A good night’s sleep

Amscray: Get out, leave

Armchair General: Someone who gives his confident opinion on everything despite being totally uninformed

Barney: A fixed contest

Bilge: Bullshit

Blivet: Something unimportant

Boodling: Makin out

Buy the farm: To die

Chiseler: A petty swindler or cheat

Cloud Walker: A good dancer

Cold fish: An unresponsive person

Crab patch: A strict person

Cutting out paper dolls: Crazy, insane

Drive it in the hanger: Shut up

Earbanger: Kissup

Educated fox: A fast boy

General’s car: A wheelbarrow

Gladlad: A nice looking guy

Gooball: Girl who necks with everyone

Gripes my cookies: It irritates and disgusts me

Gripes my middle kidney: To give pain or irritate

Katzenjammers: The shakes after a day of heavy drinking

Lammister: A fugitive

O lord and butter!: An exclamation

Patsy: A scapegoat

Pennies from Heaven: Easy money

See the chaplain: Shut up, don’t tell me your troubles

Well cut off my leg and call me shorty: You’re kidding.

1930s

Abyssinia: Said fast it sounds like “I’ll be seein’ ya!”

Bumping Gums: Making conversation of little substance

Dog soup: A glass of water

Convincer/Gat/Heater/Rod: Gun

Butter and egg: An attractive woman

Cute as a bug’s ear: That’s very cute

Fel/Filly/Flame/Flirt/Fuss: When a guy has consistent girl companion, I guess just a girl he hangs out with too much, people might call her these things to him

Greaseball/Half portion/Wet sock/Jellybean: An unpopular person

Honey cooler: A kiss

Lunger: A person with tuberculosis

Make tracks/Dangle: To leave abruptly and/or in a hurry

Micky/Micky Finn: A drink spiked with knockout drugs. So a roofie basically.

Stool pigeon: A snitch

All six, hit on: To hit on all six cylinders. 100% performance

All wet: Describes how erroneous a person or idea is. It’s all wet.

And howl!: An emphatic response like you said it!

Baby Vamp/Angel/Thrill/Peach/Choice Bit of Calico/Sweet Patootie: An attractive woman. These terms are the realm of college boys.

Bank’s Closed: NO KISSING.

Bearcat: A hot blooded or firey girl

Bug-eyed Betty/Pig’s Coattail: Ways to insult girls for being unnattractive or unpopular. Used by college boys

Bunny: A term of sympathy for someone that seems lost and confused

Butterfly’s Boots: Great or Dreamy. Like the cat’s meow

Carry a torch/Stuck on: To have a crush on someone

Cast a Kitten: To have a fit

Dumb Dora: A way to call a woman Stupid

Fire Extinguisher: A chaperone

to Know One’s Onions: To know what you’re talking about

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[devildom-drabbles]

Story - Weak Spots

Summary: Belphegor refuses to wake up for his morning classes, so MC is tasked with trying to get him ready on time.

Main Characters/Ship: Belphegor x MC

Other Characters: Lucifer and Beelzebub

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: None

“He’s still asleep?” Lucifer questioned in annoyance.

“Yeah,” Beelzebub answered after shoveling down another helping of that morning’s breakfast, “he wouldn’t reply no matter what I said or did.  Should I carry him down here again?”

“No, don’t bother.  He ought to be waking up by himself at this point.”  The eldest brother sighed.  “Good grief.  This will be the fourth time this week he’s been late for morning classes.  Even after that lecture I gave him yesterday...  Is there really no way to motivate him to be responsible enough to get there on time?”

Lucifer’s eyes scanned the table until landing on MC.  “I hate to ask, but would you try waking up Belphegor?  He might be more responsive to you.”

And that’s how the human found themselves in the twins’ shared bedroom, standing over Belphegor as he slept blissfully unaware of their presence.  If Beelzebub couldn’t do it, would it truly be possible for them to wake up the Avatar of Sloth?  Well, there’s no harm in trying.

MC called out the youngest brother’s name and shook him gently.  They were surprised to see him react, mumbling something incoherent before turning his back to them.  They did this again but louder and with more force.  The demon groaned and buried his face further into the pillow, not pleased about this disturbance.

“Come on, Belphie!” MC complained, grabbing his arm in an effort to tug him toward them.  “If you’re late for class again, Lucifer might do worse to you than give one of his boring lectures!”

“Nothing’s worse than him...bossing me around…” Belphegor mumbled, resisting them well despite only being partially awake.

MC huffed as they released his arm.  They were beginning to understand Lucifer’s frustration, in a way; however, they weren’t one to give up so easily, especially when it came to these demon brothers.  Although they hadn’t spent as much time with Belphegor in the beginning compared to the others, they still knew a lot about him, including his weak spots.

“Fine, you leave me no choice,” MC said with a shrug.  They took hold of the sheets laid on him and quickly yanked them off.

The cool air within the room and from the breeze that came from forcefully removing the sheets made Belphegor shiver.  He turned onto his back and reluctantly opened his eyes, a grumpy expression forming on his face.  “Hey, what gives--”

With the drowsy demon’s body now exposed, MC lunged at him to tickle the areas they knew made him squirm the most.  Belphegor was completely caught off-guard and struggled to fight back at first, his laughter ringing through the room.  He kept swatting at MC’s hands, but they were able to dodge him and move on to another ticklish spot each time.

“M-MC--!  St--  Sto-op!!” he managed to plead through his laughing fit.

Fortunately for Belphegor, MC did as he asked.  They took a step back as Belphegor tried to catch his breath from the unexpected assault.

“Great, looks like you’re awake now,” MC declared with a wide victorious smile they didn’t bother to hide.

Belphegor slowly sat up and looked at the bold human, his breathing becoming more even.  “MC...  That was pretty dirty...”

“I’m surrounded by demons.  What do you expect?” they pointed out while picking up their school bag that they had placed by the bed.  “Besides, I did you a favor.  Now that you’re up, you can get ready for class in time, and then you won’t have to face Lucifer’s wrath.  So, you’re welcome.  Anyway, see you at RAD.”

MC turned to leave but was stopped by a tight grip on their upper arm.  They glanced back curiously at the pouting youngest brother.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Belphegor questioned them.  “I’m not letting you off the hook that easily for what you just did.  If you don’t want me to return the ‘favor’ tenfold, you better help me get ready.”

Knowing full-well that the demon wasn’t joking in his threat, MC’s shoulders slumped in defeat.  “All right.  What am I supposed to do then?”

Belphegor instructed MC to wait on Beelzebub’s side of the room as he changed into his RAD uniform.  They kept their back to him and focused on their phone, responding to Luke’s messages about how he was bringing some pastries he baked for them to try during lunch.  They hadn’t realized Belphegor was finished dressing himself until he poked their side, causing their hunched over back to straighten in shock.

“Hehe, got you,” Belphegor cheered with a smile.  “Although, are you jumpy because you didn’t notice me or because you were secretly peeking back at me earlier and thought I didn’t notice?”

MC’s face grew warm at the accusation.  “I-I wasn’t--!”

The demon chuckled again.  “I’m just teasing you, MC.  It’s fun to get a rise out of you.”

The human grumbled before turning around to face him.  “So, what exactly do you need me to do?”

Belphegor handed them a hairbrush and plopped down on the floor by the edge of the low bed.  “You’re going to fix my bedhead today, which definitely got worse from that little sneak attack of yours.  Better hurry.  We don’t have much time before we need to be at RAD.”

MC scooted to the edge of Beelzebub’s bed and hung their legs on either side of the youngest brother.  They carefully brushed through the knotted mess of hair, doing their best to be gentle and smooth down the many cowlicks he had.  Belphegor felt at ease as he leaned into their touch.  Having MC’s hands in his hair always made a sleepy grin spread across his face, and he had to do his best not to nod off or else he wouldn’t get to fully experience this calming sensation.

Belphegor’s mind wandered as MC worked to fix his hair.  He recalled when he once wanted nothing to do with MC and viewed them simply as a means to an end when it came to escaping the attic.  Now, he had a weak spot for them; the Avatar of Sloth was willing to act more just to be by their side as often as possible.  He was willing to stay awake longer during the day if it meant he could enjoy their company, but he also wouldn’t mind sleeping the day away as long as they were in his arms.  They had him completely wrapped around their finger, and they probably didn’t even realize it.  These feelings that they evoked within him were unlike anything he’d ever experienced, yet to his own surprise, he was okay with that.  He could no longer imagine his life without them.  He rested his cheek on the side of MC’s left leg in content, wishing this moment would never end.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me!” MC ordered, nudging him back with their leg.  “I need you to turn around so I can fix your bangs.”

“Fine, fine,” Belphegor complied as he moved out of his comfy position.  Kneeling down, he crossed his arms on MC’s lap and rested his chin on his top forearm.  “Will this work?”

The human rolled their eyes with a playful smile.  “You sure do know how to find a lazy way to do everything, huh?”

He pouted at the remark.  “Lazy?  That’s a little mean.  I’d rather call it ‘convenient.’”  A mischievous smile crept onto his face.  “This way, I can be in your lap and stare at your cute face at the same time.”

Both the comment and look of endearment in Belphegor’s eyes surprised MC, dusting their cheeks a rosy red.  They cleared their throat and continued their task with the front part of the his hair.  A couple of minutes later, they announced their triumph over the demon’s wicked hair.

“Thanks, MC,” Belphegor stated as he began to stand up, “but you forgot something.”

MC titled their head quizzically.  “What’s that?”

“To keep your guard up.”

Without giving them another moment to think, Belphegor pinned MC onto the bed to unleash a tickling counterattack.  They flailed wildly as he mercilessly went for their weak spots, not strong enough to get away from him.  Their laughter was like music to his ears (even if it was from him tickling them), so he had no intention of letting up anytime soon.  Sure, he had promised not to do this back to MC since they helped him with his hair, but he was a demon; he’d gladly play dirty if it meant more uninterrupted time with his favorite human.

It looked like they were both going to be late for morning classes.

[chudleycanonficfest]

Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2

Day 30, Post #2 by @whizzfizz

Title: Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 Author/Artist: whizzfizz Pairing: Harry/Ginny Prompt: Cuddling Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): mentions of canon-typical violence, nightmares and very mild allusion to sex

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Ginny’s worst fear is having to tell her children that Harry is not coming home. 

  It starts after the war, when Harry is sent off in increasingly dangerous missions and Andromeda is working night shifts. Ginny rocks and soothes little Teddy, whispering words of comfort in the toddler’s ear. As Remus and Dora’s child snuggles into her chest, Ginny contemplates the weight of parenthood. She wonders how she could ever explain to Teddy that he will not be able to see Harry anymore. She wonders if she would ever have the strength for such a task. 

She is aware of the risks. This is Harry, for Merlin’s sake. Not just any Auror. She knows his name is and will forever remain an obvious target. She knew it when they kissed by the Great Lake and when he broke up with her. She knew it as they stole that furtive embrace after the funerals and much later, when he got down on one knee in front of her. Ginny knows the fear of losing him will persist like a shadow. 

Being an Auror’s wife is not easy. The role involves a lot of patience, a lot of waiting, a lot of worry. Rushed goodbyes on Christmas mornings and midnights lost running down the corridors of St. Mungo’s. It also involves promising her children that Dad will be home very soon, safe and sound, even though she does not know if that is true. 

  There is nothing more reassuring than the feeling of the mattress dipping under Harry’s weight in the middle of the night. Usually the moon hangs in the inky blackness of the sky,  the stillness of their house disturbed only by the hooting of their owl and their children’s sleepy mumbles. Ginny always wakes up, despite his noiseless footsteps up the stairs. She knows he checks on the children first before coming into their bedroom and stripping down to his underwear. He snuggles up under the duvet behind her and wraps an arm around her waist. She feels his scruff against her scalp and her body finally relaxes as he pulls her close to him. She breathes in his soothing instinct to protect, to defend. The feeling of relief never subsides. 

  He is back, he is alive, that is all that matters.

  In the morning the children will have breakfast with their father. 

  She only ever asks him one question when he comes back at night, her voice dry with sleep. 

  “Are you hurt?”

  If the answer is no, she sinks into the pillows and they know they can deal with everything else in the morning. 

  If the answer is a stutter or a silence, Ginny wordlessly rises and fetches her kit under the bathroom sink. By the time the war ends, there is not a single injury that can scare her. By the time they have children, she doesn't even flinch anymore. It’s just blood after all. She cleans him up, cleans the sheets and tucks the duvet tighter around them. 

  They have seen everything together.

  They did not just graze Death with their fingertips. They both shook hands with Death, waved, and turned away, off chasing better dreams and brighter sunrises. It took time. But they figured it out, step by step, in the years that followed the war.

  On a stormy night of June, after the Battle, she climbs in his bed for the first time and startles him horribly. His hand dives for his wand under the pillow and he pushes her to the ground with his other arm. Ginny’s head hits the floorboard and Harry’s eyes are wide as he realises what the war has done to him. 

  Lesson learned. Don’t startle Harry when he’s asleep. 

  He finally climbs in her own bed. By the end of that wretched summer, they get there. She hears the door creak and lifts the blankets to make room for him. He kisses the nape of her neck and lower between her shoulder blades where Alecto made her carve ‘BLOODTRAITOR’. His hands wander along her body and Ginny relishes in the fact that Harry seeks her comfort as much as she needs his. 

  Tom continues to invade their minds even after his body is burned on that second morning of May. Sometimes Ginny starts to shake in her sleep, sharp cramps seize up her muscles and she struggles for air. It takes them years to understand how to handle the tremors of the Cruciatus curse. Harry learns to lift her over his shoulder and to carry her to their bathroom, where he lets the cool stream of the shower startle her awake. He knows to increase the temperature slowly to allow the warmth of the water to release the tension in her limbs and clean the tears off her face. Harry holds her under the stream, their night clothes sticking to their skin. He kisses her forehead gently and brushes her hair back from her face.

  Like Luna’s beaded dreamcatchers, Harry chases her nightmares away. 

  She learns to soothe his too.

  She learns at the end of her fifth year, when he falls asleep with his head in her lap a couple of times next to the Lake, that Harry is a restless sleeper. He twitches and fidgets and talks. He sometimes mutters a string of syllables and frowns. After the war, she realises he relives the nights that changed his life.

  From his lips, Ginny hears James Potter try to give his wife and child enough time to flee. 

  She hears Lily Potter beg Tom to trade her life for Harry’s.

  She hears Tom murder Harry’s parents as the bed rocks from Harry’s shouts.

  She knows to turn on all the lights, to pull him in a sitting position, to straddle his hips to keep him still and to hold his wrists tightly. She presses his face to her chest and a cold flannel against his forehead. She holds him close to her heart, whispering that it’s over, that they won, that he did it, that he’s safe, that he’s home.

  Ginny gives him the affection and the tenderness that he ached for in Privet Drive. When his breathing evens out, he always, without fail, rises to check on the children. He methodically reviews the doors and the windows, and reinforces the protective perimeter around the house. She teases him about it sometimes, but she knows that he craves the feeling of reassurance; just like she always checks her ink and parchment before writing anything down.

  In the morning, when the house is still quiet, they seek relief from each other’s bodies. His gasps and smiles against her freckled skin taste like hope and banish the nightmares. They sink into the thrumming pace of pleasure, listening to the steady rhythm of their heartbeats, their best source of comfort. Cheek to cheek, heavy-lidded murmurs. 

  Is all well? They’re alive, and that’s enough. 

  Even when his hair is streaked with white and her joints are sore from years of athleticism, they hold each other close and watch the snow gather on their windowsill. They let the whiteness fall and cover the deafening weight of the war. Their grandchildren’s giggles bounce against the walls of their home.

[teddy06writes]

It Was Yours, Why Does It Have To Be Mine?

Requested by this anon who decided to break my heart: “Hear me out. Dream x fem!reader angst. Originally, the reader was the one who wore the smiley faced mask. Dream and the reader were in love and dream proposed, reader said yes, then later that night, the reader passed away (either sickness or getting hurt idc) and in order to keep her memory, dream wears the mask in her absence.” 

Dream x fem!reader

trigger warnings: some swears, character death, general angst

premise: in game au; You and Dream have been together since what feels like the beginning of time, and it had always seemed like you would be together, and now he had finally had the confidence to propose, unfortunately, Wilbur and his new developing country of L’manburg have other plans for you

{hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this one hurt}

{I listened to Sebelius : Finlandia Op.26 on repeat while writting this and only questioned my sanity twice}

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You giggled, “Where are we goingg?”

“Somewhere special,” Dream said, raising your entwined hands enough to press a kiss to your knuckles, “Trust me, your going to love it.” 

You laughed again, free hand reaching back to adjust the knot holding your mask in pace, “You’re ridiculous.” 

Today had marked the four year anniversary since you and Dream had started dating officially, and he had insisted in abandoning all his duties to the smp for a day to take you out. 

The two of you had been wandering through the woods for a while now, and you were fairly convinced that he had no idea where he was going, but still you didn’t say anything. 

“It should be just through here.” He said, leading you down between two trees. 

A moment later you came into a clearing, decorated with lights, a picnic set up in the middle, with a perfect view of the rest of the hill side. 

“Oh my god!” You squeaked. 

“You like it?” He asked. 

“I love it! This is so cute, Dream!” 

Dream chuckled, “Bad found the spot, and I got Sapnap to help get all this stuff out here.” 

You grinned to a point where he could tell even with your mask on, “It’s perfect.”

Carefully he flicked at the edge of the wide mask, “Take that stupid thing off and kiss me.” 

“It’s not stupid!” You protested, “Come on Dream just kiss the smiley face, its good enough.” 

Reluctantly he pressed a kiss to the mask and you beamed, immediately moving to slip it off,  kissing him properly before going to sit down on the picnic blanket.

You looked back up at him, “While don’t just stand there, come on! Sit with me!” 

~~ A while later, after the food had been eaten, you were leaned back against Dream, eyes closed happily, mask still off to the side, “Thank you, for this.” 

“Of course.” He smiled, “But, uh, actually there's one other thing?” 

You hummed, peaking up at him, “Whats that?” 

“Well- I- I’ve been thinking about it for a while and- well- I was wondering, if you’d- if you’d marry me?” He asked. 

Your eyes shot open to see the ring box in his hand, “Your- you’re not kidding? This is real- this is for real?” 

“Course its real,” He chuckled, “Would you rather have me get on one knee to prove it?” 

Dream quickly maneuvered to be In front of you, on one knee, the ring box held out in front of him, “I have loved you, since the beginning of time (y/n) and now I’m asking you to become my wife.” 

Your hands moved to your face in shock for a moment before dropping back down as you practically tackled him, “Oh my god!”

“Is that a yes then?” He chuckled, doing his best to sit up with your weight still on him. 

You nodded eagerly, and he slipped the ring onto your finger, “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Dream grinned, kissing you once more- only to be distracted by a yell from down the hill. 

“Dream! Dream!” 

“Oh god,” He muttered, standing up, “I’ll be right back” 

You stood as well, stooping to grab your mask and fastening it on your face before following him. 

By the time you had caught up, Sapnap was giving a report on what was going on. 

“He’s starting a new country- says their starting a rebellion.” 

“Who is?” You asked. 

“Wilbur,” Sapnap said curtly, motioning over to where wall were being built, “TommyInnt, Tubbo and Eret have all joined this crazy plan.” 

“Thats insane.” You muttered. 

Dream frowned, “I won’t have this. We’ll stop them. Sapnap, see too it that all of there resources are destroyed.”

The man nodded, and hurried away, already pulling out his flint and steel, and Dream turned to you, “This is the exact opposite of what I was hoping for today.” 

“We’ll figure it out, together.” You assured. 

~~

Later that night, after you had returned home, Dream had gone out again, hoping for a civilized discussion with Wilbur, before getting launched into any war. 

He stood at the gates of L’manburg, looking up at were Tubbo sat on watch, “I need to speak to Wilbur.” 

“Why?” Tubbo challenged. 

Dream crossed his arms, “Because this doesn’t have to become something bloody and violent, now get inside and get him.” 

Scared, Tubbo quickly scrambled down off the wall and toward one of the buildings that had risen with the walls. 

A moment later he came back to open the gates, Wilbur following behind, “I was beginning to wonder when you would show up. I knew you’d have a problem with this.” 

“Wilbur whatever this is it needs to be shut down, now.” 

“That's exactly what I thought you’d say,” Wilbur said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “That's what tyrants always say.”

“I am not a tyrant!” Dream protested. 

“Is that why you’re forcing your agenda on us? Read the fucking message dick head, we don’t want to deal with you any longer. ‘ere. read this, its the conditions of our independence. We are free and there is nothing you can do to stop us.” 

Dream took the book Tubbo thrust into his hands, ‘the declaration of independance’ 

“Forever the nation of the dream smp has cast sin upon our great land of the hto dog van,” Wilbur quoted, “This book declarers that the nation that shall hence forth be known as the L’manburg is free and independent from the DreamSmp, totally, completely and wholly.” 

“You’re starting a fight you can’t finish.” Dream warned, handing the book back. 

Wilbur scoffed, “On the contrary Dream. You’ve threatened a country that is more than willing to fight back. Tommy, hurry up and get inside!” 

As Wilbur barked the last words Dream turned to see Tommy coming out the darkness, an empty bottle in one hand and a dagger stained a dull rust color in the other. 

“It’s done.” The teen muttered. 

“She put up a fight?” Wilbur asked. 

Tommy, even scared by what he’d done, couldn’t help but look at Dream, a glint in his eye, “(y/n) won’t be a problem anymore.” 

On pure instinct Dream ran, the only thing in his mind that he had to get to you. 

The stillness of the house was broken as Dream crashed through the door, “(y/n)? (y/n)?!” 

Shaking he moved through the house, the was no sign of a struggle, no sign of a break in, but there was a slight lingering affect of a potion in the doorway leading to your shared bedroom. 

From the color of the particles he knew it had been weakness, and he carefully pushed through into the room. 

It was dark, and for a moment, with your form stretched out in bed, he could almost think that everything was fine, that you were just asleep, waiting for him. 

Turning on a light he saw that the reality was much different. 

Blood pooled around you, dripping from the bed and soaking the sheets, evidently coming from the gaping holes in your stomach. 

The worst part of it was the mask clasped in your hands, held out, almost like you were offering it to him. 

“(y/n)...” He whimpered, still frozen in the door, “What do I do? Now that your gone? Oh god what did he do to you?” 

Some how the fact that Tommy had seen your face, the one thing you kept hidden from everyone, except him, seemed to hit Dream the hardest, even as you lay dead. 

Slowly, he moved forward, taking the mask from your hands.

~~ Dream stood at the top of the hill, looking over the crater. 

Somewhere off to the side Phil and Techno were celebrating the victory over everyone, the huge hole where L’manburg had been stretching all the way down the bed rock. 

The porcelain was cold against his face, but Dream had long since gotten used to the uncomfortable feeling of the mask. 

With the mask that you had given him, the mask he had unwillingly taken from you had kept everyone from knowing his pain. And now, he had made sure they felt all of yours and his own. 

The chain with your engagement rings felt heavy around his neck, but he couldn’t help grin at Tommy, who had barley made it out of the wreckage, “Looks like you won’t be a problem anymore.” 

[titanicsimp]

Hello there! What would be some of the AOT boys' reactions to stumbling upon their crush (reader) playing the piano? Maybe something like Claire De Lune? It can be in the canonverse 🤗 thank you so much!

Also I just want to say that your writing is incredible, and you write all the characters SO spot on! Keep up the great work! ��

Thank you so much for your kind words, I’m really glad I can do the characters justice!

I’m an absolute uncultured swine when it comes to music but I did some research so I hope this is what you wanted 🥰🥰

AOT men walking in on their crush playing the piano (includes; Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Levi, Erwin, Zeke, Reiner, Porco, Colt)

cw: none

a/n: This got kinda long so I put it under a cut!

Armin Arlert

Arabesque, No. 1 in E major by Claude Debussy

The soft notes of the piano fit well with the polished corridors of Mitras palace, and Armin couldn’t help but be drawn in by the sound. The music was gentle yet upbeat, a stark contrast with what had just been discussed in the dreadful meetings he had to attend.

A smile graces his face when he cracks the door of the music room further open, finding you at the seat of the piano. You look beautiful, your lips curved up slightly as your fingers dance over the keys. You look content, lost in your own happy tune, and Armin can’t help but be relieved that you have found a moment for yourself. He doesn’t want to interrupt, he just wants to stand and listen to you play, leaning against the doorway. He lets his head fall back against the frame and closes his eyes, letting you carry him away to a world of wonder through the music.

Eren Yeager

Metamorphosis: Three by Philip Glass

Eren had been surprised to be woken up by music. He shuffled over to the room where the sound seemed to originate from, only to find you. It almost seemed like you expected him, your gaze pointedly meeting his before you returned your attention to the piano. Eren did not have a lot of sense for music, but he could tell that your talent deserved much more than that run down thing.

“Bit somber, isn’t it?” He comments but you shake your head.

“Not necessarily, listen.”

He moves closer as you continue playing the song, and soon he finds out why you wanted him to listen. The somber tones get shifted to louder, more excited ones, giving the tune a more hopeful feel to it. He looks at you as you guide the music through its ups and lows, and a shiver runs over his spine every time he catches your eye. It’s like you see through him, he’s always felt that way, that’s why he took a liking to you to begin with. Though you aren’t telling him it explicitly, he understands what the song means for both of you.

Jean Kirstein

Liebestraume S541/R211: No. 3 Nocturne in E flat major by Franz Liszt & Jenö Jandó

Jean had just been wandering around, lost in thought, when he heard someone playing the piano. None of the scouts played piano as far as he knew, making him wonder if it was perhaps a Marleyan making use of the music room. He was pleasantly surprised to find out that you were the one playing. Your eyes closed, focusing intently on the tune of every key your fingers hit. Though he could watch you like this forever, he needs to come closer. “Wow.”

“How come you never told me you play piano?”

He smiles when you look up at him bashfully. “It had been so long, I wasn’t sure if I could anymore...”

“It sounds amazing, you have talent.” Jean tells you and comes to stand next to the piano.

You continue playing under his watchful eye, a smile playing at your lips. He enjoys the song, and jokingly starts ball dancing by himself, commenting that beautiful music should be danced to. You chuckle at him clumsily dancing with the air, your chest warming at the sight.

Connie Springer

Forever, forever by Keiko Matsui

Connie can’t help but feel slightly offended that you never told him, but as he watches you play from the open window, he can’t stay mad. He pulls himself up on the frame, startling you when he drops into the room. Throwing his hands up, he grins. “Sorry.”

You shake your head but smile, returning your attention to the piano. Slowly, you pick up the song again, and Connie makes sure to listen closely. The tune feels loving, and a blush graces his cheeks as he hopes that perhaps it’s him you are thinking of while playing.

“Can I sit with you?” He questions softly and you nod your head.

Seeing your face from so close as he sits on the bench with you makes his heart skip beats. It’s nice to see you so content, it’s the only way he wants you to be.

Levi Ackerman

Claire de Lune by Claude Debussy

Levi was determined to find out where you sneaked off to while you should be cleaning with them, glaring at the thought of how he should scold you for it. When he found you, the infall of sunlight playing so beautifully across your skin, sweet notes resonating throughout the room, he stopped in his tracks. Levi has a great appreciation for fine, sophisticated things, and you playing the piano with the sun setting behind you must be the epitome of it.

Your eyes widen when you realize he’s there, your hands stopping their movements. Levi scowls at you. “Keep playing.” He tells you commandingly.

Worried that you’ll be punished more severely if you don’t, you start again. You had thought he would be furious to find you slacking during cleaning duties, but as soon as you continued playing his face turned soft. He enjoyed it, taking a seat in a vacant chair and even leaning back slightly. As he listened to your song, he could imagine himself doing this more often, hearing you play and seeing you so delicately working the instrument, perhaps with some tea next time. It was alright that you snuck off this time, he supposed, hiding his smile behind his hand as he was glad he didn’t have to scold you.

Erwin Smith

Nocturnes: No. 1, Molto Moderato, in E flat major by Frédéric Chopin & John Field

It was rare to find a house with luxuries at this area, never mind one that has been abandoned and probably raided countless times. As you run your hand over the dusty piano lid, you wonder if it could possibly still work.

Erwin had just entered the room when you have propped the lid up and sit down on the piano bench. His eyes widen when you start playing a tune, one that for some reason sound familiar. You smile, playing more excitedly. “Seems like it has survived fairly well.” Some of the notes aren’t what they used to be, but it’s a miracle nonetheless.

The more the song carries on, he realizes where he’s heard it before. A friend of his father played the piano and he had played this song before. His admiration for you had already been great for the longest time, but this just increased it even more. Erwin had been no good at instruments himself, yet you played like it was your second nature. He makes a plan for himself to find a piano when the two of you return, wanting to hear more of your hidden talent.

Zeke Yeager

Gnossiennes |-||-||| (1890) by Erik Satie

People rarely came to this part of the wing, and since Zeke’s usual spot was closed off, he decided to go have a smoke on the balcony of the old music room. When he heard someone entering, he observed curiously, watching you sneak in. You pulled off the cover of off the grand piano, letting the sheet fall to the floor. He took drags from his cigarette, narrowed eyes watching your every move from a distance. It was always nice to see you, but what were you doing here?

You play some notes, testing yourself before you take a deep breath. Zeke’s cigarette drops from his lips as soon as you start playing. You carry the tune flawlessly and even he can tell its brimming with emotion. Where the hell had you been hiding this talent?

He listens patiently till you finish your song. He isn’t the best at judging emotions, but from the glances he catches of the side of your face, it seems that you are pouring your frustrations into it.

When you finish, he walks in, closing in on you from behind and putting his hands on your shoulders. You recognize who it is instantly as he leans forward, the scent of smoke carrying from his lips.

“It’s not fair to keep a talent like this hidden.” His hands rub at your shoulders and you feel pride swell in your chest. “Dedicate a song to me?” He asks playfully.

Reiner Braun

Nuvole Bianche by Ludovico Einaudi

Reiner feels ashamed that he didn’t know when he walks in on you playing the piano. He looks away in embarrassment when your eyes catch his. “Excuse me.” He says, already turning back to the door.

“Reiner!”

You stop playing. “This... it’s a new song I’ve learned. Can you stay and tell me if it sounds right?”

He turns back to you, your face showing that you are being earnest. Nodding his head, he strides over to you.

You tap the spot on the bench next to you with your hand and he sits down with a tiny smile.

You go back to the beginning, turning your sheet music accordingly. His gaze goes from your face to your hands as you play. Your fingers move over the keys so lightly, and something about it just makes him want to hold your hand. He holds himself back, not wanting to mess up the beautiful song you are creating.

When you are done, you ask him what he thought. “It was beautiful.” He tells you, beautiful like everything else you do.

Porco Galliard

Prelude in G minor Op. 23/5 by Sergei Rachmaninoff

Porco expected to find some stuffy man playing the piano, which is the case at most of these ‘prestige’ events, but instead he found you. “What the fuck?”

You shoot him a glare, trying your hardest to stay focused on your play. “Don’t throw me off, asshole.”

He doesn’t want to throw you off, he’s just baffled. It’s astounding that the same person who throws him in the dirt during every training is the same as the polished one he sees in front of him right now. From the way you play, there’s no doubt that you must have been doing this for a long time. He vaguely remembers you telling him that you used to take piano lessons, but he had no idea that you now did it professionally. As he watches you play, your eyes cast down to the keys and fingers moving across the length of the board at a rapid pace, he has to admit there’s something charming about it. He grins to himself, the night will be far more entertaining and pleasant on the eye than he had expected.

Colt Grice

Rêverie by Claude Debussy

Colt at first thinks he must be dreaming. The music, your radiant face, it fits right in. He’s not though, instead he has just stumbled onto yet another trait that makes him love you more. You take tiny glances at him as you play and he can tell you are happy he’s here. His palms feel sweaty and his cheeks heat up as he realizes how perfect of a moment it would be if he confessed his feelings now. If he could, he would blurt it out, but he can’t. Instead he continues watching you, building the courage inside him bit by bit.

Noticing that you are cracking your neck quite often, Colt comes over to stand behind you. He’s gentle as he touches your shoulders, seeing if you don’t move away from him before he massages your sore muscles. Little sighs pass by your lips as you continue playing your song, letting your head fall back when it’s finished.

“Thank you, I’m not used to playing for longer times anymore.” You sigh, putting one hand over his.

He flushes at your touch. “You play beautifully, so thank you for letting me hear it..”

[foli-vora]

more than words - pt.1

A/N: I’ve had this in my head for forever and a half so it feels good to finally sort my thoughts and random notes out. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: The one person who you thought would be happy for you finally getting with someone decent was your best friend. After all, he had set you both up. Who would’ve thought he’d be the reason it all falls apart?

Pairing: best friend!Benny Miller/f!reader, Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, mentions of sexual acts/sexual refences (no smut yet but it’s coming so this is strictly 18+)

pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5 / pt.6

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Wednesday nights were pizza nights. A rule established in the early stages of your friendship with Benjamin Miller – a loud mouth, golden hearted ex-spec ops mess of a human being. A chance meeting one stormy day on the freeway, led to something you weren’t expecting – a friendship, and a solid one at that.

“– she damn near tried to suck the life out of me!”

“Jesus Ben, there are kids a table over.”

“So? They shouldn’t be eavesdroppin’ on conversations that don’t concern them.” He grins lopsidedly at your scowl of disapproval, ripping off a mouthful of pizza and humming as he chews it, head swaying to the faint music playing behind the bar. “You’re payin’, by the way.”

You snort quietly, “Don’t I always?”

He recoils, blinking in playful surprise. “Excuse you? I paid last…” he trails off, eyes rolling to the wall as he thinks but a frown soon pinches his brows. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I love you and I appreciate you.”

You laugh quietly, shaking your head as you signal for another round. “Anyways, reverting to our previous topic before you got carried away with your blowjob story.”

He makes a noise, snapping his fingers as he tries to rush chewing and swallowing his mouthful. “So,” he starts, “I’ve got a friend…”

You groan immediately, letting your head lull back. “Ben –”

This wasn’t anything new. Benny took it as his own personal mission to fix you up with anyone he thought could give you a good time and treat you well. Friends, colleagues, Hell – even his brother at one point. Will was lovely, by all means, but not your type. Both you and Will had agreed you were not a match in the slightest early in the evening, enjoyed a night of beer and pool, and then went your separate ways.

Although, now that you thought about it, Ben hadn’t mentioned setting you up with anyone for a long while. Not since before his mysterious trip.

You still didn’t know anything about it, other than he and some old work friends went on an apparent ‘vacation’. It was more than that – you knew it, and he knew you knew it, but you didn’t push the topic. Instead of interrogating him, forcing question after question on him, you let it go, sensing it was something he really didn’t want to talk about.

He had returned from that trip a few months ago, heavy with exhaustion and usually bright eyes dull and weary. You tucked him into your bed, and left him. He slept for hours. It wasn’t until much later that evening that you crept in to see how he was doing, and found him thrashing silently in the sheets, sweaty and incoherently mumbling, face pinched and puckered in pain. You didn’t wake him. Instead, you knelt beside the bed, softly stroking along his forehead until his erratic movements and breathing calmed. You didn’t bring it up.

“I know, I know,” he threw his hands up in defence with a small grin, “but I think you’ll like this one.”

“That’s what you always say.”

“No, I mean it this time. He’s a real good guy – one of my closest. I think you guys would really hit it off. I haven’t tried to set you up before because he was with the chick but she upped and left him alone with the baby and –”

“Sorry, what?”

“What?”

“He has a baby? Like a… like a child?”

Benny frowns defensively, “You’ve always said you want kids!”

“It’s still a huge commitment, Ben.”

“Jesus, I’m not walking you down the aisle! Just meet him and see where it goes. If it ends in some good sex, you say ‘thank you Ben’ and we move on. And if it ends in something more, you guys take it slow and buy me wings as a thank you.” He shrugs, looking thoroughly impressed with himself, and reaches for his beer, polishing it off in one swig.

“And what if it ends in bad sex?” You challenge, crossing your arms on the table and leaning forward to eye him critically.

He scoffs, “Woman please. I know my brothers. You’ll be in good hands.”

You take a moment to thank the waitress as she stops at your table with your beers. She lingers just a little on passing Ben his, an act he didn’t miss as he shoots her a wink and a honeyed, thanks sugar. She smiles, cheeks flooding with colour before she turns and waltzes off towards other customers, swinging her hips as she goes.

You’re expressionless when he finally turns back to you, “Sugar?”

“Shut your mouth.”

Façade cracking, a snicker falls past your lip and you chuckle. “Alright,” you concede, “you’ve got my interest. What’s his name?”

“Fish.”

… what?

“Come again?”

“Francisco – we call him Fish. Catfish, actually.”

“Your age?”

“Bit older.”

You sigh deeply, rolling your head on your shoulders in thought. You were curious, no doubt about it. Despite never being able to make anything last long-term out of the list of men Benny had set you up with, none of them were bad guys. They were all kind, funny and incredibly respectful. One great thing about Benjamin Miller was that he had an impeccable taste in character.

“I don’t know, Ben –”

He slips his phone from his pocket and swipes away at his screen before wordlessly handing you the device. It was a photo, taken from one of Benny’s many weekend trips into the wilderness. Your eyes are dragged from the incredible background of snow peaked mountains and lush green forests to the man standing beside Benny, tucked under his arm. Average build and height, a well-loved trucker cap hiding dark hair. Warm brown eyes, crinkled from a large dimpled grin between dark patched facial hair.

Benny, seeing the sudden spark of interest, grins around his beer bottle. “So, I’ll slip him your number?”

You tighten your jaw and hand his phone back, sniffing impassively as you reach for your beer. “If it means you’ll leave me alone, then fine.” You mutter coolly, ignoring his quiet chuckle.

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“Wait, wait – you have a best friend and it’s not one of us? I’m cut, Benny. Cut real deep.” Santiago Garcia was curious, to say the least. For years, he had known the youngest Miller and he had never mentioned anyone beyond their little circle or their families. “She cute?”

Benny huffs a chuckle, leaning across the pool table and lining up the final ball. “Hell yeah, she’s cute.”

“Where you been hiding her?”

“She moved away – only came back late last year.”

Santi hums, “Ironhead – she cute?”

Will half smiles, dragging his attention away from the pool table to shrug. “She’s alright.”

His bait works. Benny snaps it up – hook, line and sinker. He stands abruptly from his shot, cue just skimming the white ball, and points an angry finger in his brother’s direction, “I won’t take that shit. She’s a damn angel and you know it.”

Will chuckles to himself before returning his attention to Santi. “Yeah, she’s cute. Show ‘em.”

Benny briefly steps away from the pool table, opens his phone and brings up your Instagram profile, throwing it to Pope and letting him scroll through your feed.

“How come you’ve met her and we haven’t?” Pope aims his question at the older Miller brother, currently bent over the table and pocketing the black ball.

He half shrugs, straightening. “He set us up. It didn’t work out.”

Santi’s face puckers into a teasing glower, and he pouts at the younger Miller. “So, what? You set everyone else up and just leave me to die alone? What’s that about, Benjamin?”

Benny holds his arms out in obvious exaggeration, gesturing deliberately to himself. “You’ve got me.”

Frankie quietly sips his beer and watches in fond amusement, content to stay in the background and away from the bickering. Like Santi, his interest had been piqued but he was somewhat nervous about the situation. He already had feelings of apprehension returning to the dating scene after the shit show of a year he’d had, and those feelings tripled when it came to potentially dating someone close to one of his longest friends. He hadn’t dated in years. He was rusty. What if he disappointed you and Benny ended up kicking his ass? It could get messy real quick.

“I don’t know, man.” He finally pipes up, crossing his arms comfortably across his torso and reclining in the bar stool after peaking over Santi’s shoulder and at the screen he was lazily scrolling through. Ha. Way out of his league. “This kinda shit never works.”

“You sayin’ she’s not good enough for you?”

Frankie shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “You know I’m not.”

“Sounds like you are.”

“Quite the opposite.”

“I’ll take his spot. Give me her number.” Santi holds a hold out, clicking his fingers impatiently when Benny merely rolls his eyes. Pope grins, settling back into his seat and elbowing Frankie softly. “I think you should go for it, man. She seems great, and you need to get back out there.”

“I can’t, I’ve got Mena –”

“And Mena’s got her tío. Go for it. You’re just looking for excuses – no seas cobarde.”

Frankie chews on his lip as he gives it a bit of thought, wondering what’s the worst possible case scenario that could come from it. A busted lip? His self-image in ruins? Scared off from dating for the rest of his life? All things he could live with.

“… alright.”

Immediately, Benny perks up from setting the pool table with a large grin. “Yeah?”

Fish sighs, long and drawn out as Pope playfully pokes his side. “Yeah. Give me her number, I’ll message her now.” Before he freaks and changes his mind.

Maybe he was just thinking too much. What’s the worst that could happen?

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Tags: @anu-simps​

[bbyreigns]

Here For You.

jax teller x black!reader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex

My alarm rang loudly and I groaned at the idea of waking up and having such a long day ahead of me. It was a sunny day and the sunlight peeked through my blinds next to me. Reaching over, I turned my alarm off and sat up, stretching a bit. Looking to one side of the bed, I realized that once again, I was alone. It's been almost a year since my husband left me and our 1 year old daughter. I hadn't been the same since. I worked my ass off day and night to provide for my child. And I spent as much time with her as I could. I knew my husband bailing on me wasn't going to keep me from being a great mother. Rolling over to my nightstand, I saw my baby sleeping fast asleep on the monitor. 

Now's the time to take a shower while I can. I thought, climbing out of bed. Walking into my bathroom, I turned the shower knob on to hot, seeing the water flow steadily. Walking over to the mirror, I looked at myself, running my hands over my face in exhaustion. As I waited for the water to heat up, I grabbed my small speaker and turned my phone onto my favorite playlist. 

Allowing the water to touch my fingertips, I realized the shower was now hot enough and I stepped in. As I washed my body and let the warm water flow over my face, I thought about getting through yet another day. Quickly finishing up, I turned the water off and grabbed my towel, making my way back into my bedroom. Once I was dressed and lotioned and my teeth were brushed, I walked down the hall to my daughter's bedroom. Opening the door, my daughter smiled at me, her pacifier still in her mouth as she sat in her crib. 

"Good morning, baby," I cooed, as she reached her arms up for me to pick her up. I scooped her up, kissing her soft cheek. "Let's get dressed." I opened her closet, moving her closer to her clothes. 

"What would you like to wear today, munchkin?" I said, pulling a few dresses out of her closet. I let her reach out and choose one. Her little hand landed on a green dress with pink flowers. "Great choice, honey." 

After I changed her diaper and got her out of her PJs and dressed, we headed out of the house. I buckled her into her car seat and we were on our way. My mom normally takes her while I work. About five minutes into the ride, my low pressure light came on and I come feel my car leaning to one side. 

"Shit," I whispered, realizing I have a flat. "Looks like we're going to be late princess." 

I drove to the closest mechanic, Teller-Morrow, putting my car in park. I took my daughter out of her car seat, grabbed her diaper bag from the trunk and sat her on my hip. As I walked to the door, a few men came out. One was blond, crystal blue eyes, walked with a lean. Handsome. I thought. The other was blond too and seemed nervous and jittery. Looking at their jackets, I could tell they were on their way somewhere. I knew all about the Sons of Anarchy, but I also knew that what they do is what's necessary and best for Charming. 

"Hi, um I'm pretty sure I have a flat," I said, pointing to my slanted Honda Civic. 

"Looks like you've got more than that," the handsome one said. 

"Jesus, is it going to take a long time?" I asked. 

"You're going to have to leave it here for at least a day," he replied. I sighed before texting my supervisor that I wouldn't be in today. "I can take you and the little princess home." He smiled, poking my daughter's hand. She grinned shyly and put her head on my shoulder. I nodded and said thank you and leaned against my car. 

"I'm Jax, by the way," he stated. 

"Y/N. Nice to meet you," I replied with a smile. He told me he had a few things to tie up before he took me home so I waited by my car until he was finished. As I waited, I played with my daughter, throwing her up a little and catching her. She giggled, clutching me every time she came back down. 

"Can you give Mommy a kiss?" I cooed, holding her high again. As I brought her back down to eye level, she hummed, making that mmm sound with her lips.

"Mmwah," I said with her to meet her in the middle. "Ooohhh thank you baby. You are so sweet."

Little did I know, Jax had been watching some of our interaction. 

Second Person POV Jax had gone to let the other guys know where he was going. When he returned, he saw you making faces at your daughter as she giggled and throwing her in the air. 

"Who's the hot mom?" Opie asked and tapped him on the shoulder. Looking at you, Jax couldn't help but be attracted. 

"Not sure yet. She is hot though, right?" Jax replied. 

"For sure. You hittin' that?" Opie leaned over to ask. 

"Nah, don't know her all that well," Jax stated, glancing at Ope. 

"Hm. Shit, if you don't, I will," Ope chuckled. Jax smiled and nodded, making his way back to you. 

Your POV "Hey, you ready?" Jax asked. I nodded, grabbing my daughter's car seat out of my car. He walked me over to his truck and I buckled my daughter into her seat, before going to the passenger's side. Jax opened the door for me and I thanked him. As he drove, I told him my address and started to make small conversation. 

"I really appreciate you doing this," I said with a smile. 

"It's no problem. Have you lived in Charming a long time?" He questioned. 

"Almost two years. It's a nice town. Quiet. Crime kept at bay for the most part," I replied, glancing out of the window. 

"Yeah, Charming PD does a good job of that," he stated with hesitation. I chuckled at his statement. I knew Charming PD weren't the ones keeping the crime low. "What?"

"We both know it's not the cops handling the crime here. It's got everything to do with that jacket you have on," I said, looking at him. 

He nodded with a smile, saying "You think you know everything, huh?". 

I leaned over, putting my lips next to his ear. "Not everything, but I know enough about you, Jax Teller." We pulled up to my house and I glanced at my daughter who was fast asleep. 

"Pretty big house for just the two of you," Jax said. 

"Yeah, um I'm divorced. So it's just me and her now," I explained. He nodded and apologized. I grabbed my daughter from her car seat and walked her to the front door, unlocking it and turning to Jax. "Come in. I'm just gonna put her down in her room." 

I slowly walked her up to her room, giving her a kiss on the forehead, before shutting her door and grabbing the baby monitor on the way out. Jax stood by the front door waiting for me. 

"Thanks again for the ride home. Can I get you anything? Coffee? Something to drink?" I offered, leading him into the kitchen. 

"No thanks I'm alright. If you don't mind me asking, why'd you get divorced?" He inquired. 

"Um it's complicated. Everything was perfect l, especially when I found out I was pregnant. We'd been trying for a baby for a really long time. Rob was over the moon when we found out were having a girl. But I'm a laywer and I was working a big case. I wasn't home much right before we found out and in the beginning of my pregnancy. He thought I was cheating on him. Started being really aggressive and it only amplified when I gave birth," I started getting choked up as I spoke. "He didn't think she looked like him. Said that maybe I was sleeping around. Although really I was busting my ass on the biggest case in my career and about to bring in much more money than I'd ever had." 

Jax put his arm around me, pulling my head to his chest. "Anyway, he said he refused to take care of another man's baby. So he left us and left me with a 4 month old newborn baby," I cried softly. Looking up at Jax, I felt bad for crying. "Sorry, I just get a little emotional. I don't miss him or anything. I just wanted my little girl to have a father." 

"It's okay. Everything is going to be fine. You're a great mother and you're beautiful, darlin'. Any one would be lucky to have you," he glanced down at me, making eye contact. I stared into his icy blue eyes, my eyes switching from his eyes back to his lips over and over again. Lightly grabbing the back of my neck, he brought my lips to his, kissing me softly. I slightly pulled away and Jax wiped my tears away with his thumb, before connecting our lips again. We made out, slowly as our lips melted together. 

It had been a long time since I had sex and to be completely honest, I felt really needy. But for some reason, I trusted Jax. With his hand in mine, I led him to my bedroom, kicking my shoes off at the door. He assisted me in removing my pants and blazer, and lightly pushed me into the bed. The protective mother in me made me take a quick glance at the baby monitor, seeing my daughter still fast asleep. Jax kissed me again, beginning to kiss down my jawline and neck. He was extremely gentle with me, asking me if what he was doing was okay. Jax paid extra attention to making me feel good and that I finished. Multiple times. He made sure he didn't hurt me and I was grateful for that. I woke up two hours later with my head in Jax's chest. He was looking at me, kissing my forehead when I woke. 

"Hey," he said softly, kissing my lips. But for some reason, I was in pure panic. Looking at the baby monitor, I saw my daughter awake but playing with the rattles in her crib. I grabbed the sheet, wrapping it around my body quickly. "Everything alright?"

"I promise I don't normally do this. I'm sorry. I think you should go," I responded. I just had sex with someone I met today. I'm so not the hook up type. "If you're looking for a fuck buddy, I promise I'm not that."He looked at me confused, grabbing my arm and pulling me down to him. 

"That's not my intention, beautiful. I like you. I'd like to get to know you better," he said, running his fingers down my back. 

"Pretty sure we're past the getting to know each other part. Again, I think you should go, Jax," I said, trying to get up. 

"Alright," he responded, starting to get dressed. I washed my face in the bathroom, trying not to think about what I'd done. When he finished dressing, he walked behind me, placing his hands around my waist. He used his hand to gently free my neck as he placed light kisses on it, getting closer to my ear with each press of his lips. "But next time you’re lookin’ for some fun and preferably, wanna go out sometime, you know where to find me." 

I looked at him in the mirror as he smiled at me, biting his lip. Damn, that Teller charm. He left my bedroom on that note and I heard the front door close behind him. I sighed, pondering why I was so into this man I'd only met five hours ago. I put my robe on and checked the baby monitor once again, seeing her still playing. A little piece of green paper was next to it, with a number and a name on it. I rolled my eyes, thinking of that handsome biker who gave me butterflies. Making my way to my daughter's room, I picked her up, giving her a kiss on the forehead. But that Jax Teller never left my mind and I wasn't sure how to feel about that.