#I want to watch Casper to celebrate
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I just realized that there is literally zero fanfics with Danny Fenton/M'gann M'orzz pairing and idk, am I the only one who see nearly endless potential in it?
I don't know how they met but they're probably pretty fast friends.
With Danny being space nerd, he would ask M'gann all the questions about Mars. At the same time, from what little I know about Miss Martian, she is "Earth nerd" and would ask him all the questions about Earth and what normal teenage life is like, because YL team is not the best study case. Like, only Wally and maybe Artemis (I don't know a thing about her other than 'snarky/blunt archer') had normal human life. He is happy to answer, introducing her to his semi normal life before accident.
They exchanged stories about stars from their respective homes.
Just imagine, Danny binge watching "Hello Megan" just to know what she is talking about and it's not his thing, really, but he learnt to enjoy it because he associated it with M'gann (we can have Jazz being fan too and feeling 'betrayed' because she tried to strongarm her brother to watch it for years and all it took was to cute alien girl to mention it and he is pulling all nighters).
Just imagine, M'gann asking one of her teammates (probably Robin) to teach her to play Doomed, so she can play with her halfa friend and his friends and not ask about every controller. They don't really mind her being newbie but sudden progress doesn't go unnoticed or unpraised.
Everlasting trio inviting her to Nasty Burger every once in a while to talk about random, not hero related things.
Rest of the YJ may not even know about Phantom. They just know about this Danny, M'gann's totally civilian friend, who likes milkshakes and video games.
They share their stories and tips about heroing and powers they have similar. Mostly M'gann shares things she learnt from her uncle or in Mountain because let's be honest, self taught is rarely better than someone with proper mentoring. She for sure helps with ghosts if they attack during her visit, even if Danny tries to shield her from it. "I'm supposed to be your civilian friend, am I not?"
She definitely does what she can to help with his hero PR. She may or may not accidentally convinced rest of the Team she has celebrity crush on underappreciated ghost hero from the middle of the nowhere. They help her, spamming all negative news reports with praises for Phantom from both hero and civilian accounts. It caused some mess, Justice League had questions but Danny was happy so it doesn't matter.
If we go with ghost being super emphatic we can have Danny overwhelmed by everyone's feelings (honest hate his parents have towards his hero persona, confliction of towns people, concern of his friends, excitement of Casper students idk, EVERYTHING) and M'gann helps him overcome it. Later both of them being there for eachother when everything was just too much. Y'know just this mutual understanding that nobody else can really give them.
Maybe some communication troubles because M'gann prefers telepathy and Danny does not like it in a slightest (Freakshow flashbacks or something) but tries to accommodate. Or M'gann doesn't even try because idk, one of telepathy rules is "don't read thoughts of dying person unless they project it to you" and she feels it goes for dead (even if only halfway) too.
They're just vibing with eachother.
Then there is ghost attack outside Amity and Team is send to deal with it. M'gann is surprisingly competent at dealing with everything ghost does while evacuating civilians while someone magic competent is called. Suddenly she stops, gets her phone and makes a call:
"Hey Danny, do you have a moment?" whole team is too shocked to react, because in the love of whatever they believe in, why is Megan calling her civilian friend in the middle of the battle with unknown entity. "It's [insert whatever ghost you want] wrecking havoc. Can you come by at take them to the zone? I don't have thermos on me right now. Thank you."
WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?
Que Danny flying top speed to wherever she is, fights a ghost and contains them. Que someone (maybe Wally) being like:
"When did you wanted to tell us that your civilian friend is a hero?"
M'gann honest to god forgot that Team thought Danny was a civilian.
"I worked quite hard to drag her into as little of my Phantom bullshit as I could. I am proud of being a civilian friend, thank you very much"
They all came in contact together after that.
Martian Manhunter tried to give Fenton a shovel talk but boy was too excited to meet his favourite hero and to focused on not making fool of himself to be actually scared or something. He deals with Skulker on a regular basis anyway, there are very few threats that could actually scare him.
Team members also tried to shovel talk him, just in case. They all failed for one reason or another
Or maybe Danny is already YJ member. Everything above can still happen just without ghost attack. Danny can have issues with Zeta Tubes though. That's a good stuff.
There can be a drama of "I'm your friend only because I'm alien/semi normal, am I not?"
Or we can go with space obsessed Danny going full Vlad on cute alien girl. Y'know, because "that's a halfa thing to do". M'gann is not into that. I'm not really excited about this take but that's a possibility too.
Use it as you will. Just please someone write it
#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#dc x dp#no other fandom tags to not iritate people in either fandom who aren't into dp x dc stuff#just let them vibe#danny fenton/m'gann m'orzz#they could be so cute together#danny's reveal to yj could be something like:#M'gann: shapeshifts into her civilian disguise#Danny: oh I can do that too#and then shifts into his human form#que everyone is shocked#everyone other than m'gann#she knew#Wally: Why are ghosts Martians on steroids?#i definitely don't have around 1000 if no more words of Danny comforting M'gann after she saw civilian die in car crash she couldn't prevent#he found a ghost and dragged them and all that jazz just give his friend a closure#but he was really sus about it so uncle J'onn does not approve#“M'gann what are martian funeral traditions?”#that's the question that started this whole mess#I know nearly nothing about dc martians so it probably doesn't make to much sense canon wise#that's the reason why i won't post it#probably#maybe I'll get myself to do research and edit what I have to fit#who knows#do i tag correctly?#idk how to tag
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UNBEARABLE
George Karim x Fem!Reader
Tags: Smut! Aged up characters obv :), no use of y/n, all of Lockwood & Co., Brief Quill Kipps interaction.
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a/n: I love George and just had to get in on the fun.. crossposted on ao3 as well, so if you've come from there and already read this, hi!
George Casper Karim was unbearable. There’s simply no other way to put it.
His big stupid head was always getting in your way, correcting you, and complaining when you forgot who took the biscuit last and helped yourself. You could hear him in your head, “Really, you ought to have gotten it by now!”
But oh, how you loathe to admit that you needed him, how helpful it was when he ironed your clothes before a client came round, and the comfort of coming home from a particularly draining case to warm food placed wordlessly in front of you.
And he could be sweet. He could. As uncomfortable with touch as he was, he’d brush your shoulder with his hand if he could tell you really needed it; he’d stand close on cold nights walking home, Lockwood and Lucy would too, but they readily shared their space like that, George didn’t.
It didn’t help that sometimes you’d catch yourself watching his side profile as he researched or the quiet admittance that he looked like an Angel as the sun illuminated his hair in a halo of curls as he helped you up after tripping and landing on the pavement, even though he was laughing at you.
There were just no other words. He was unbearable. You had the inability to bear him.
You wanted to take him by the shoulders and shake him so hard his world spun so he could feel just a fraction of what he did to you. Shrink him down, trap him in your pocket, and feed him to his heart’s content so he is always warm, safe, and happy. Ugh, he was just the worst. Ever.
So it’s safe to say you have no idea why you agreed to this.
Rotwell’s was holding its annual celebration, and Lockwood & Co was invited. Well, most of Lockwood & Co, Skull obviously couldn’t come, no matter how annoyingly they asked. Despite the agency not being in any immediate danger, for once, Lockwood still deemed it essential to be partially undercover to try and snoop out new cases that were particularly interesting (read: dangerous, life-threatening or otherwise malignant), and for some reason that meant George and you had to be a couple for the evening.
Anthony Lockwood wouldn’t get to be a ghost. You were sure of it. He was going straight to hell. Sorry, Luce.
“I’m going to die.” The pillow muffled your voice as you lay face down in Lucy’s bed,
“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad.”
“It’s not like you’ve had to pretend to date one of them, Lucy.”
“Well…”
You stared at the girl opposite you, “He’s… done this before…?”
She nodded solemnly, betrayed by her eyes sparkling with mirth. Groaning, you rolled back over.
“Did you have to be with George?”
“No, mine was with Lockwood.”
Deep down, you refused to admit that that made you pleased. If she had said otherwise, it might have stoked useless jealousy in the pit of your stomach.
After a moment, you sat up, nodding and looking at what was prepared for tonight. You thankfully had a nice dress already, a velvet cranberry coloured thing with mesh sleeves that opened at the elbow and draped elegantly. It'd been a gift as congratulations on joining the agency and moving out from your family. Lucy had painted your nails with some sheer iridescent polish, matching the shine to the silver on your accessories.
George’s outfit remained to be seen, but the way Lockwood smiled when you showed what you’d be wearing, it matched somehow.
“Uhm, Luce?”
“Yes?”
“What– what is that?”
That was the two-piece set on top of your dress, but it was clearly meant to be worn beneath.
“Oh.” She smiled awkwardly, “There was a two-for-one sale.”
“I see.” Accepting this, you picked the garments up, and she turned back to fixing her makeup. “How did you know my size?”
She froze.
“Lucy?”
“You aren’t gonna like it.”
“What did you do!”
“You aren’t the… only one that does your laundry.”
George.
You turned to face her fully, “You. You.” The words wouldn’t come out.
“It’s fine! He just checked for me quickly. He probably doesn’t even remember.”
Eyes unblinking, you stared at her. “I don’t think I can do this.” having said that, you flung yourself back onto the bed.
“You don’t even have to wear it, I just saw that the colour I picked out matched your dress, so I put it out for you. Please get up.” She pleaded. “I don’t think I told him what it was for, either,” she was speaking like she was conversing with a wild animal.
Relenting, you got back up. “These feel expensive.”
“Hence the two-for-one,”
“They won’t show under my dress?”
Lucy grinned wolfishly, “The plan is to be hidden until the last moment, so no. They’re pretty comfortable too. I’ve worn mine a few times.”
“Oh ew, Lucy.”
“All I’m saying is it’s a hit for both parties.”
You couldn’t help but make a face.
“Not that George will be seeing them, anyway… but I guess it’s good to be in the right state of mind…”
She dragged out the E in “Exactly.”
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You felt pretty. The lingerie did match your dress nicely and fit perfectly, you noted with mixed emotions. And your hair, makeup and accessories all seemed to be working together and playing nicely for once.
“Don’t you two look excellent!” Lockwood said, sidling beside Lucy and giving her an affectionate kiss on the cheek, “Come here; I want to look at you both properly.”
You did as he said, pretending to be doing it unwillingly but feeling very pleased inside.
“Yeah? D’you think it’ll go with George’s?”
“Oh, you haven’t seen him yet, have you?”
You shook your head no, and he turned to holler the other man’s name through the house. George, to his credit, arrived very shortly after. You half expected him to be in a too-big dress shirt and borrowed pants, but you were begrudgingly surprised.
“Oh.” You whispered.
“Oh?” George answered from the doorway.
His suit was a rich burgundy, and while you wore silver, he wore a simple gold chain. The shirt was off-white and a wispy ghost-patterned teal tie.
“You look smart.” You provided.
“I am smart.” He deadpanned.
To that, you rolled your eyes, “You know what I mean. You look good. Clean up well. Whatever,” you averted your gaze and waved your hand in an ‘and so on’ motion. You could feel your face warming, avoiding Lucy’s all-too-knowing expression.
“Ah. Thanks,” and after a moment, he quietly added, “Your dress is nice.”
“Thank you.” You looked up to see his eyes already waiting to meet yours, goosebumps dancing on your skin in reaction.
Lockwood groaned loudly.
“Shut up, Lockwood.” Lucy chided.
“Are they going to be like this all night?”
George broke his gaze first, turning his attention to the taller man. “You’re the one that wanted us to be dating.”
Temporarily throwing your nerves to the wind, you decided that maybe you could have fun with this. You walked to stand beside him, dramatically throwing an arm around him before facing Lockwood and Lucy, “Yeah, what my honey said!”
“My honey?” George questioned, a confused smile on his face.
“We need pet names. If we were really dating, I’d settle for nothing less.” You smiled resolutely, then added. “You don’t like honey? What about… snookums?” He shook his head. “Sweetie pie? Light of my life? My heart? All I hold dearest?” He shook his head no to each one, pausing at my heart, which you would definitely be filing away for later.
“Any normal one like love or babe will do fine, thanks.”
“You spoil my fun, love.”
Distantly, you could hear Anthony retch as Lucy and George sent him twin glares.
“What about you?”
“Hm?”
“Well, you need a pet name too, don’t you?” He asked, and you realised that you hadn’t really put much thought into it. You tried to think back to things on tv or in books.
“Um, I’m not sure. What do you think?”
The pair of you continued to ponder when you stumbled on the memory of when he’d made you both laugh so hard your sides hurt.
You’d gone to Arif’s with him, eating one of the doughnuts as you walked back to 35 Portland Row when you’d unexplainably dropped it and, in your effort to catch it mid-tumble, tripped on a gap in the concrete and fell yourself.
Annoyed and hurt, you’d looked up at George to see him already offering a hand to help you up, but he was laughing. And as much as you wanted to pout, his laughter was infectious. The sun behind his head illuminating the edges of his hair and the sides of his face, which had a chocolate smear and sprinkles on either side of his mouth from his own doughnut, and you couldn’t help but laugh too. The memory made you smile even now.
“What about angel?” You said softly.
“Angel? I can do that.” He nodded, eyes narrowed in curiosity, having noted your mood shift.
With a clap, Lockwood announced, “Great, well, now that that’s settled, we better get going. The gala starts soon, and we wouldn’t want you two lovebirds to miss your first public appearance as a couple.”
You made a face alongside George.
“No… we wouldn’t want that… not at all…”
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The gala was bustling. Rotwell’s was flaunting a new hall they had built recently, a temporary centrepiece to the room being a large fountain that was probably meant to be some sort of vase but ended up looking like an urn overflowing.
Standing at the entrance nervously, you felt George’s hand slip into your own, and you tilted your head in silent question, to which he’d shrugged and simply said, “Looked like you needed it.”
You smiled gratefully and began walking in, greeting a few people you only sort of knew and avoiding the ones you wanted to.
“So, what’s the plan again?”
“Lockwood wants us to schmooze, basically. Find out what the top agencies are interested in. Personally, I want to know what technology is coming out soon.”
“Course you do, babe.”
His eyes flicked to yours briefly before focusing ahead once more.
“So…” You started nervously, “Who to speak to first?”
“Rather the devil you know?” He answered, and you saw him nod his head to the left, which made you turn and see Quill Kipps walking straight for you.
You smiled at the offending man before turning to your date and whispering, “Great…” smiling wider when you realised that George held back a snort of amusement.
“Fancy seeing you two here tonight. I don’t suppose Lockwood’s here.”
“He’s around somewhere. Why d’you ask Kipps?”
“Oh, nothing.” He was pretending to be distracted. That much was obvious. “You look good, by the way.”
That was not what you were expecting. You could feel George wrap his arm around your waist, the palm of his hand warm on your hip, and you could tell that the action wasn’t unnoticed by the other man.
“I– Thank you, Quill.”
He nodded, then answered your earlier question,
“I’m surprised he’d let you off without a short leash, is all, after what happened last time.”
The last time he was referring to was you shouting rather angrily at someone holding up the line at the toilets, who happened to be an honoured guest of that event. Not your finest moment, and the reminder caused your cheeks to heat furiously.
“Well, he did, something about my George being able to keep me in line.” You smiled fondly at George as you worked your budding relationship into the conversation.
“Not that they need to be kept in line, anyway.” He added.
“Ah, well.” Kipps nodded in faux disinterest before tacking on, “Never thought someone would go for you, Karim. But I suppose desperate times call for desperate measures.”
George opened his mouth to retort, but you interrupted before he got the chance,
“Excuse you? What did you just say about my boyfriend?”
Quill seemed genuinely surprised at your aggression, floundering to come up with a witty remark as you continued.
“I’ll have you know that your failure to recognise his brilliance is going to bite you in the arse one day. He is more caring, more funny– more intelligent than you will ever be.” You turned to George, who was wearing a similarly surprised expression, “C’mon love, let’s go speak to someone who won’t behave so rudely.”
And with that, you pulled him off to somewhere secluded, shadow barely disguising the two of you as your own expression slipped, revealing your nerves. “Was that ok? I didn’t push it, did I?”
“No, no, you were great. Very believable…” He trailed off, “Did you really mean that?”
“What? Of course, I meant it. I wouldn’t have said it otherwise.”
He nodded wordlessly, not making eye contact. “Well, it definitely started the rumour mill. At this rate, we’ll be in one of Lockwood’s gossip columns by the end of the week.” You followed his eye line to see Kipps speaking to another agent and glancing at the pair of you, and you groaned, resting your head on George’s shoulder.
“Should we put on a show for them?” There was something about the way he said it that you knew meant trouble.
“You’re starting to sound like our fearless leader.”
He huffed at that, but you could tell it wasn’t without humour.
“Just trust me, yeah?”
You moved your head and looked into his eyes.
“I already do.”
He pulled you until your back was against the wall, and his back was to the crowd. His face was so close now. Had he always had a freckle there? It was so cute… Oh please, please don’t be thinking he was cute right now. You made eye contact, and he smiled reassuringly, murmuring, “Trust me.” His expression went serious once more before leaning down and kissing just below your ear, causing you to make a small noise of pleasant surprise. You felt his lips curve into a smile when he kissed you lower against the side of your neck.
“George.” his name came out more breathily than you had hoped. Another soft kiss, barely grazing the skin this time.
“Yes, angel?”
“I think. I think you’ve made your point.”
“One more for good luck.”
Surprising you with his boldness, he kissed you again before standing up straight and reverted to his usual awkward forwardness.
“I, um, didn’t want to kiss your lips in case that wasn’t alright with you, first.”
“So you… kissed my neck?”
“It’s more intimate than kissing your cheek.” He said as a way of answer.
“True.” You conceded. “And for future reference, I’m ok with kissing as long as you are.”
He nodded but didn’t continue, turning around to the sea of people and searching for the other members of the agency.
“Should we see what the others got up to? Hopefully, they spoke to someone better than we did.”
George did a thin smile before turning back and saying, “I think I can see Lockwood and Lucy.”
“Lead the way.”
As you walked behind him, you couldn’t help but gingerly raise a hand to touch where he’d kissed you last.
“So, how lucky have you two been?” You asked the other couple, and Lucy smirked.
“Not as lucky as you. I saw that.”
“Saw what?” Lockwood asked, and she rolled her eyes.
“Those two necking it in the corner.”
“What?! And you didn’t point it out? How could you, Lucy? I thought we loved each other.”
“I’ll have you know those were tactical kisses.” George butt in.
“Yes. Kipps was rather rude, and Georgie here was displaying gratitude for me defending his honour.”
Anthony grimaced at the mention of the other agent but brightened again, “Defended his honour?”
“Apparently, I’m caring, funny, and intelligent.”
You were either on fire or just embarrassed.
“Why’d you go and tell him that? Now he’s going to get a big head.”
“Bigger than yours?” You quipped, and Lucy smiled. “And it’s true, anyway.” You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant.
“Hence us ‘necking’ in the corner,” George added. “More fuel for the gossip train.”
“Besides, it’s not like getting kissed was terrible.”
“Oh really?” Lucy raised a brow at you, and you silently tried to blow her up with your mind and then yourself for bringing it up. Out of the corner of your vision, you saw George studying your face.
“And it’s good for our cover.” You deflected, watching her eyes glint as a silent reminder that this conversation was not over.
“You didn’t happen to bring makeup with you, did you?” Lockwood asked, suddenly distracting you.
“Uh, no. Why?”
“Just that ol’ loverboy may have overdone it.”
At that, you slapped a hand over your neck, “George Casper Karim, did you give me a hickey?” You hissed. Surely you would have noticed, and Anthony was just ribbing you.
George rubbed his neck awkwardly, “I– maybe? I couldn’t tell ‘cause we were in the dark, and now you’re covering it.”
You turned to Lucy and Lockwood with pleading eyes, Lucy shaking with repressed silent laughter.
“He staked his claim.” That was all you got out of her.
Hesitantly you removed your hand and tilted your head to George in resignation.
“Oh yeah, there it is.” He brushed two fingers over the tender spot so casually, in a way that melted your insides had you not been so mortified.
“George!”
“My bad,” he added apologetically.
Lockwood smiled ruthlessly. “Well, now there’s no doubt about who’s dating who.”
“This is maybe the most embarrassed I’ve ever been.”
“I thought the kissing wasn’t so bad.” Lucy teased.
“It wasn’t, but now I’m going to have to cover it up to leave the house.”
“Or don’t.” George shrugged, and you looked at him. That, combined with the continued hold around your waist was definitely another thing to file away, even when in a fake relationship, George was a little possessive. “‘S not the worst state anyone’s ever seen us in.”
“But what if Arif asks?”
Anthony and Lucy stared at you quizzically. Silently asking, ‘That’s what you’re worried about?’
“Just tell him I gave it to you.” he paused as if remembering that the circumstances weren’t exactly common, “For a case.”
You nodded defeatedly.
“I suppose.”
“Besides.” George had that look in his eye. “You’re the one that liked it.”
Causing the others to laugh as you swatted his arm.
“And you didn’t? One more for good luck?” You reminded him. And he smiled in a way that had heat stirring in your belly.
“I think that was the good luck one,” and he touched the side of your neck again before letting the arm fall to his side. And you struggled not to react so visibly that the others would tease you for it, avoiding Lucy’s eyes specifically.
Something in the air tonight was making George cheeky and touchy, and it was turning you into a swooning damsel. To combat this, you rolled your eyes at his smile, turning to your friends and wrapping an arm around George’s as a tether at the same time.
“But really, did you find anything out?”
“Not much, no,” Lockwood answered.
“He’s lying. Someone from Fittes said that Satchell’s is going to be coming out with some kind of iron tape so that we can do perimeters easier. But that’s still in development.”
Your focus drifted in and out as she recounted what they’d learnt, Lockwood and George’s infrequent additions sometimes catching your attention as you gazed at the closest reflective surface you could, trying to catch a glimpse of the lovebite he’d given you.
“Hello? Is anybody home?” Lucy was waving a hand in front of your face.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“I asked what you’d thought of going to the archives with George and me tomorrow, research some of that case I was just talking about.”
She’d been talking about a case? Oops.
“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry, I think I’m just more tired than I realised.”
She looked at you suspiciously but ultimately relented. “Ok. I’m about done for the night, too. Lockwood?”
“I’m more than happy with how tonight’s turned out. I’ll have to figure out how we can use you two to get more cases.”
You looked at George worriedly and saw him reflect your expression.
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The cab ride home made you realise how overwhelming the gala had been, even in the short time you’d been present. When you’d gotten home, you’d changed almost immediately. You truly were tired of being there, at the very least. And damn it. You were getting all worked up again thinking about earlier. You closed your door, too distracted to notice it didn’t click shut as usual.
Whilst you had changed out of the dress and bra, you couldn’t be bothered to change out of the underwear, vowing to properly clean yourself in the morning and into your comfiest pyjamas. The night was warm enough for cotton shorts, a loose top covering your torso.
Thus faces your new dilemma.
Trying to calm yourself and focus on something other than the sexual tension so suddenly evident between yourself and George without acknowledging tonight’s event, which is precisely how you ended up with a hand in your pyjama shorts.
Your hands moved lower, under the lingerie Lucy had so graciously gifted you— fuck, don’t think about her right now.
You bite your lip to stop a whimper, panting heavily as your fingers move against you as you try to recall the way he’d repeatedly placed an arm around you possessively tonight, the warmth of his hand against your hip still being fresh in your memory.
Vaguely, you could hear footsteps in the hallway, trying to be quieter as you continued to work yourself and resuming once you thought you heard the footsteps fade.
Your eyes squeezed shut, imagining it was George’s between your legs.
Maybe you’d be able to run your hand through his hair and see how soft it was for yourself as he went down on you.
Moaning softly as you tipped your head back onto your pillow, exposing the very neck he’d kissed earlier, and if you focused, you could feel his answering smile against the column of flesh.
“G.. ge-“
You couldn’t bring yourself to finish stuttering out the whisper of his name, trying to imagine what his touches could have been if you’d both not been fully clothed. Wishing that you hadn’t stopped him earlier to see truly how far he would have gone.
The sound of your door swinging broke through your thoughts, your hand stopping as you paused, opening one eye slowly to see George leaning smugly against the doorframe. Your legs clenched together.
“No, please, don’t stop on my account.”
You let out a long, low groan, sliding your hands out of your shorts and rolling over to hide your burning cheeks in your bed.
“How long?”
“Long enough.”
You groaned again. This was beyond embarrassing. It was humiliating. Sure, he’d been in various states of undress around you. But that was just normal stuff, coming out of his room not wearing pants, he’s done that around everyone, and he certainly hadn’t been caught pleasuring himself by the person he was jerking off thinking of.
“You. You should’ve knocked. You can’t just come in!”
George huffed a laugh, “Your door was unlocked, and you weren’t answering. I wanted to see if you needed anything washed to go to the archives tomorrow.”
He paused, apparently intent on enjoying the moment, “But it seems you need a hand with something else, don’t you, angel?”
You would have to move to another country. Wales could always use agents, right? Surely? Maybe there you could find some other hot guy to pine over and hope he gave you his affection. Because this was getting to the point of mortification.
George chuckled, and you heard the floorboards creak, then felt the bed dip down. Your eyes widened where you were hiding your face. Was he sitting on your bed?
“I take back what I said earlier, this is officially the most embarrassed I’ve ever been.”
“Look at me, please?”
Slowly, you turned your head to face him. His expression was unlike anything you’d seen from him yet, he looked like he was going to eat you alive.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed. We all do it.”
He said matter-of-factly, and despite yourself, you nodded.
“Even you?” You wrinkled your nose and made a face of mock surprise, which had him wryly looking at you.
“I’m not going to answer that.” He said, moving further up your bed, gesturing for you to sit up.
“What are you doing?” Your eyes narrowed as you watched him, face still hot despite him assuring you.
Surprisingly forward tonight, George hummed. “Well… clearly, I interrupted you while you were doing something you needed to finish.” He paused, readjusting your pillow. “And I’d really like to help you finish. If that’s alright with you.” One of his hands touched the bare skin on your thigh, watching your reaction for any hesitation.
“That’s alright with me.”
It was astounding how quickly your embarrassment had snapped back into arousal.
You shuffled closer to the centre of the bed, and he slotted himself behind you. His legs wrapped around your own as he pulled your torso so that your back was flush with his chest.
You swallowed hard.
“Are you sure, angel?”
“Yes. Please.”
His face was just beside your head, above your right shoulder. Gradually, his hand snaked underneath your shorts, a soft “Wow,” escaping his lips as his fingers grazed the dampness of the underwear covering you.
You rested your head on his shoulder, exposing your neck again, which he rewarded by peppering it with kisses and soft bites.
His other hand moved to touch the soft skin underneath your shirt, and you could feel your breathing increase rapidly. This was real.
“Were you thinking of me?” He spoke so quietly you almost missed it, and you whimpered. “Hm? Were you touching yourself while thinking of me?”
“Yes.” You responded, already feeling lightheaded under his care.
Beside your ear, he inhaled sharply. “All this just thinking of me?” He seemed in awe.
“Yeah, Georgie.” You confirmed.
He shifted his hands to pull the shorts down and kissed your neck in a way you knew it left another mark.
Briefly, he felt the material of your underwear again, running his finger along the underside of the elastic.
“These feel special.”
“They’re— Lucy got them for me.”
“You were wearing lingerie tonight?”
“You knew that she was buying lingerie?”
“Yeah? She asked me what colours you liked, and I… prodded.”
You didn’t know whether to focus on the fact that he had known what she bought you, or that he had informed what it was that was bought, or even that he knew what you liked to the point of being consulted.
“If it’s anything, thank goodness you didn’t tell me.”
“Huh?”
“We wouldn’t have made it through the gala.”
You turned to look at him and realised he was being serious. His desire to see you in them would have been made into his most recent obsession.
“M— maybe I’ll put the set on for you some other time.”
He smiled, moving your shirt collar so that he could kiss your shoulder.
“I’d really like that, sweetheart.”
His hand slipped into your underwear, mimicking your earlier motions of collecting from between your moist folds. His fingers slid back and forth a few passes until you whined impatiently.
“So wet,” he murmured. “I think I can get you wetter.” He whispered against your ear, a promise.
The pad of his middle finger drew slow circles around your clit, and the hand in your shirt moved upwards to gently knead your breast, causing your nipples to stiffen.
“Oh, George.” You sighed pleasantly, and he groaned quietly in response.
“Have to be quieter for me, love. Not that I don’t want to hear you, just that I don’t want the others to as well.” He increased the pressure, and you fought back a moan, “Think you can do that for me, angel?” and you nodded quickly, not trusting your ability to speak at the moment.
“Such a good girl for me,” he praised.
You didn’t even remember how he’d ended up on your bed, embarrassment lost under his skilful hands.
“Please.” you whimpered, hips squirming against him, his fingers moving faster against you. Simultaneously, he rolled the nipple in his hand between his fingers, causing a low whine to slip through your lips.
“Shhh, that’s it, love.” He nipped at the skin of your neck softly, soothing it soon after by placing soft kisses against it. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”
You turned your head, wanting to see him even if it was through half-lidded eyes.
The sight of him had you sucking in a quick breath; his eyebrows pinched together, mouth slightly ajar, and cheeks reddened. His eyes had that look in them again, which you were quickly realising was something akin to heat or desire. George looked almost blissed out as he focused on giving you pleasure.
You released a soft moan, panting as he continued, and his brow creased further. His eyes snapped shut as he listened to the broken noises you struggled to suppress, causing you to realise that he was getting off on this. He was enjoying making you fight not to make pleased little noises, the evidence of the effect of him on you. You wanted to kiss him desperately.
Your left hand moved sluggishly upwards, hesitantly cupping his cheek, and you gently traced your thumb down the cheekbone. His eyes flew open, and he turned slightly so that his gaze landed on your face. Fuck, he looked so good. He raised the same brows you had been observing earlier in silent question, and you felt yourself growing shy despite the circumstances you were currently in.
“Mm?”
You bit your lip, still gently tracing the shape of his cheek and being partially distracted by his actions. Tentatively you moved your face closer to his, lifting slightly off of his shoulder and tilting your head for a better angle. Your gaze kept flicking to his lips, then back to his eyes. He licked his lips, readjusting slightly so you could continue forward more comfortably.
“Please?” You whispered, and he nodded.
Your lips barely connected at first before moving ever closer, George finally understanding your earlier wordless begging and further uniting the two of you. Urgently you tried to convey your feelings for him in this– possibly single– kiss. The hand that was on his cheek was now against his jaw, fingers playing with the hair peeking out from behind his ear. Your other hand now came to a loose grip around the wrist that was down your shorts, taking pleasure in just feeling the rotation before falling to your side again.
You moved back to take a breath, his hand that was under your top moved around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You could feel him hard against your back. Then, it moved to join his other hand under your underwear, avoiding the wonderful movements made by his fingers, rubbing along your folds, and a moment later, you felt one of his long fingers pressing into you, both testing and teasing. A pleased sigh slipping out of him as he realised how easy it was for him to move in and out of you before he added another finger, making your jaw go slack as you fought off the noises he was willing to escape.
He took that reaction as an opportunity to kiss you deeper, lips moving languidly against your own, drawing soft aborted moans from you.
You pulled back again to look down at yourself, his tan arms against your skin, shirt ridden up from his earlier touching.
Breathlessly, your gaze shifted to his face again and whimpered, “George.”
He looked into your eyes and smiled. That had your heartbeat quickening, the butterflies in your stomach causing your orgasm to approach more rapidly. His smile grew as he felt you clench down on him.
“Just for my smile?” He looked pleasantly confused. And you groaned against him.
“Y’r so pretty.” You slurred against him, lust-drunk. “‘S not my fault.”
He hummed in amusement.
Your eyes fluttered shut, hips moving against him as his fingers pumped in and out of you, his others working just as relentlessly against your clit. Shuddering as he kissed just below your ear, where it connected with your jaw. Breathy whines became quiet needy moans, and you couldn't help but tilt his head so slightly to press your own kisses to the side of his mouth and cheek.
“So good to me. Y’r so good t’ me, George.”
And you heard him groan in response. Once again, you clenched in reaction.
“Let go for me, angel.” He murmured, softly biting where he could reach. “I know you’re close. I can feel it.”
He was right, you were close. His warmth pressed against you, combined with his hands and the kisses and bites he had been determinedly leaving on your throat, had you just at your tipping point.
He increased the pressure of his fingers, angling the others just so, and you couldn’t help but moan at it as your back arched.
“Geo— Georgie.” You whispered, the pet name sounding all the more affectionate in your haze.
“Let go for me, please? I’d really like to see it, love.”
And you did.
His odd fascination with you spurring him to continue his ministrations in order to draw it out as long as he could, watching your face contort, and your chest rise and fall, not stopping until you shook in his arms.
Slowly, he removed his hands from your shorts, leaving you to recover in his embrace.
Your mind was completely devoid of comprehensible thoughts, face angled into the crook of his neck as you regained sentience after the mind-numbing orgasm he had just gifted you with. You kissed at the skin there, the pair of you sighing contentedly at the feeling.
You felt him shift behind you and started to awaken further from what felt like a very strange but very good dream, and you realised what had just happened between each of you.
He has just caught you masturbating to him, and instead of running for the hills, he… did that. You had let him— invited him to do that. You must have stiffened against him because he asked, “What’s wrong?”
“You… caught me in a private moment and stayed, is all.”
“Mm? All of which I thought was quite nice.”
You frowned at him, but you knew he could see you didn’t mean it.
“‘S just odd. That’s all.” Then, quieter as you looked away, you added, “I didn’t know you even liked me.” And he scoffed, drawing your attention once again.
“I lay into you like a vampire in public, and you didn’t think I liked you?”
“Well, when you say it like that.”
He shifted, and you felt the bulge of his hardness against your back again. He had gotten hard just getting you off. Your eyes widened as he stuck the two fingers he’d just been fucking into you inside of his mouth. His eyes shut briefly, and you saw his cheeks hollow as he sucked your arousal off of his fingers.
“Oh, that’s trouble.”
“How do you mean?”
“You taste really good, angel.”
You inhaled sharply, a second wave of lust washing over you, and he opened his eyes to do that small, knowing smirk at you, the same one he did when he knew something you didn’t, which was often.
You could feel your heart hammering in your chest.
“I’d like a repeat of this if you don’t mind.”
You rolled your eyes fondly at him. “You just reduced me to mush, and you think I wouldn’t want that to happen again?”
He huffed a laugh, gently nudging you to get you to flip over and lay properly onto him, bringing his hardness back to the forefront of your mind.
“Do you..?”
“What? Oh, no.”
You deflated slightly.
“As lovely as that would be, angel,” he continued, “I’m knackered, and I want your energy up for tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow? Besides the archives, I mean?”
“Oh, didn’t you know? You’re feeling kind of feverish, so I have to stay home and look after you, and would you please go with her, Lockwood? The archives can be terribly boring when you’re alone.” He was smiling at you as though recounting a funny story, and he pulled blankets over the pair of you, so he was planning to stay the night, it appeared. Or at least until early in the morning when he woke.
“George, are you trying to get me alone tomorrow?”
“Yes. Wasn’t that obvious?” he deadpanned, and you couldn’t help the fond smile in response, and you hummed instead of answering.
“Besides, if not tomorrow, I’ll find some other way to hear those pretty noises you make while you’re under me.”
Your cheeks burned, and you buried your face under his jaw.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“I certainly hope not, I don’t want to experiment on your ghost.”
“That was almost sweet?”
“I meant it.”
You were just dozing off when he broke the silence.
“Why angel?”
“Hm?”
“Your pet name, why an angel?”
“Oh.” You moved to get more comfortable now that you were more aware of your surroundings again. “It reminds me of you.”
He waited for you to continue, not letting you out of that so easily.
“Do you remember the time we went to Arif’s together? The grocery boy had left out some things, so we decided to pick up doughnuts on our way home.”
“Last summer?”
You nodded against his collarbone.
“And when we were walking home, and I dropped it for some reason–”
He cut you off, silently adding, “A bird flew right in front of us.”
“And I got so surprised I dropped it,” you amended, recalling the bird now, too. “But I tried to catch it and went tumbling into the pavement?”
A faint exhale of a laugh came from above you, and you knew he was laughing at you even now.
“When I looked up at you, the sun was right behind you and…” Suddenly shy, you drifted off.
“Yes?” He prompted.
“You were laughing, and I couldn’t find myself to care because the sun was behind you. It lit up the edges of your hair like a halo, that’s why. It’s… I really like that memory.”
“Hm.”
“What?”
“I… may have asked Lockwood to stay home so I could take you instead. You’ve liked me since then?”
You laughed suddenly, surprising yourself. “We’re totally useless. Probably longer– I bet if I asked Lucy to take Anthony instead of us tomorrow, she would. She’s probably sick of me pining.”
“She’s got no ground to stand on. She and Lockwood were way worse.” He complained.
“Yeah?”
“And I had to deal with it alone.”
“But not anymore,” you said softly. “You have me now.” and he hugged you tighter to him. “We might have to buy me a scarf, though.”
“Oh, definitely. Don’t let them see tomorrow, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
George Casper Karim was unbearable.
His big stupid head still told you off for taking the biscuit, but now it would bend down and kiss you softly too.
And he still was so helpful, but now you could really see how he picked favourites and was secretly incredibly pleased he chose you, even if it meant investing what must count as an industrial-grade concealer so that his dutiful ironing was the only thing that made an impression on the client.
But now, he was even sweeter. His touches lingered and were more frequent. He still wouldn’t touch the others as openly, but your space and his space soon became shared. He was unbearable.
He still rolled his eyes as you tried to find a nickname of his very own, admonishing you with a heatless “Angel.” but you knew, you just knew you’d find the perfect fit one day.
He made your world spin, and you couldn’t help but always feel warm, safe and happy with him.
Which, without your knowing, was infectious. Spread to him like a leaf unfurling.
You were unbearable.
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Hi love! 🖤
I was wondering if you still take requests for fics or headcannons for the Stucky x Little!Reader series, which is my absolute favorite to read of yours! (If you do not then I apologize deeply!)
Since fall is one of my favorite seasons and Halloween is coming up, I was wondering how the three of them celebrate it! Costumes, trick or treating, movies, you name it, what does their (build up to) Halloween look like?
Thank you in advance 🩵
My angel @nicoline1998enilocin!! First off, I adore you. Second, I am sorry that I've ghosted. Thank you for your patience. Third, here you go my love!
You LOVE Halloween.
Honestly, you absolutely love any holiday, but Halloween is right at the top of the list.
You must start by watching all the Halloween movies. You love it. Your daddies patiently tolerate it.
Don't get me wrong- they love anything that makes you happy. But after hearing you scream-singing "This is Halloween" roughly 826462829475 times a day from whenever it occurs to you in September until Nov 1st, it tends to wear a person down.
Halloween movies are a total joy to you because you feel so sassy watching "scary" movies. Not the super scary ones- not that your daddies would let you anyway- but Hocus Pocus, Casper, and Nightmare Before Christmas have just enough spice to them to delight you without terrifying you and you watch them on repeat for the entire month.
You obsess over your costume like it's your job.
You draw endless costuming options, going through reams and reams of paper. Steve particularly enjoys this because occasionally you'll crawl into his lap with a fresh sheet of paper and a box of crayons and ask for his help to draw what's in your mind. And he absolutely loves it.
You help Bucky decorate. Well, you call it help. He calls it Trouble O'Clock.
You want to play with all the decorations before putting them up, so if, gods forbid, he attempts to put a collection of those cute plastic pumpkins with the light-up faces in the windows before you're done with them, he'll come back after two seconds away and find the entire collection strewn on the living room floor with you happily playing away.
You've lost track of the times that you've gotten tangled in the orange and purple lights.
Bucky finds that hilarious.
Going to the pumpkin patch is always hysteria-inducing joy.
You will be so wound up and excited that it takes them twice as long to get you ready to go, dressing you in a warm orange sweater and black leggings (well of course you have to match the color scheme) with your favorite light up silver sneakers.
There are several reminders to take deep calm breaths, behave, and remember the rules about running in public on the way to the pumpkin farm that are all forgotten immediately the second you pull into the parking lot, often resulting in a minor talking-to before you're five steps from the car, and iron grips on both your hands with them flanking you.
After that, a tiny bit of sense returns and you try your hardest to be on your best behavior all day.
The sweet apple cider and the hayride is definitely fun, but the corn maze and picking out your very own pumpkin is the absolute best. You could burn hours on both.
You sleep like the dead that night from all the excitement.
Bucky and Steve have finally come to accept that there is no such thing as keeping you contained when it comes to pumpkin carving, so they set up a station on the porch, dress you warmly, and then all three of you wear ponchos. No sense in fighting it.
You would draw out what you wanted on your pumpkin, and while Bucky was doing all the knife work, you would gleefully scoop all the innards out of the other pumpkins. And if they happened to go flying, well, what were you supposed to do about that? NOT throw them? Sheesh.
All three of you were completely covered in pumpkin guts and laughing your heads off by the end of the night, when Steve would set the LED candles inside your jack-o-lanterns and you'd all have a cup of hot chocolate while enjoying your handy work before a very long and much needed bath.
Trick or Treating and the Halloween Party in the Tower was always next level. Your candy haul would last you well into February (but only because Steve and Bucky monitored your consumption very carefully, otherwise you would have plowed it all down by Thanksgiving and been on a sugar high until St. Patrick's Day).
The three of you would take long walks in Central Park, with you gathering leaf bouquets of brilliant orange, fiery red, and electric yellow leaves. They never ceased to amaze you. Your daddies would press the leaves in wax paper and preserve them, creating a scrapbook that you would delight in carefully paging through the entire season.
Yup, Fall was one of your most favorite times of the year.
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Dieter, Dieter, Pumpkin Eater
Words: 1, 115
Summary: you and Dieter go pumpkin picking for the first time
Warnings: Dieter being adorable, saucy suggestions, lots of baby goats
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Today was a good day for pumpkin picking. You and Dieter were heading somewhere about an hour away that you found would be perfect for your first pumpkin picking.
Growing up in Australia, you never celebrated Halloween and only witnessed the fall traditions through the films you watched. Now living in America, you didn’t feel out of place putting up Halloween decorations and making all things pumpkin related. You hadn’t crossed pumpkin picking off your bucket list yet, feeling it might be awkward to venture out on your own.
Dieter was happy to get out of the city and spend time with you. He heard the word pumpkin farm and wore a plaid shirt and his overalls which you thought was adorable. Of course, he fell asleep on the drive there, wrapped up in his teddy bear coat. But you were used to it by now and you had a new Dead Meats podcast you wanted to listen to. He magically knew when to wake up as you slowed down to park outside the pumpkin patch, he must have sensed your excitement.
You were early enough that you seemed to be one of the few visitors there. After paying through admission, you purchased yourself a hot chocolate and you both wandered around the farm, Dieter stealing your marshmallow on the way.
“So, are you going to actually pick a pumpkin?”
“I’m not sure. There’s a pumpkin tent with lots of already picked pumpkins, so that could be fun.��
“What if we find a giant pumpkin?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It might be too big for my car unless I leave you behind. And I don’t want to leave you here overnight with the scarecrows and you might turn into a ghost…”
“No!” he wrapped himself around you, thankful you finished your hot chocolate “Don’t make them turn me into a ghost!”
“Don’t worry, I won’t. Even though you’d be a very cute ghost.”
“There’s such a thing as a cute ghost?”
You nodded, “Casper. And you’d be such a cute pudgy ghost!”
You started to tickle his tummy, but he playfully avoided you and led you towards the jumping castle he spotted. He gestured you inside as his joyful grin was an invitation to you to join him. Both of you bouncing around alone in the caste, the bouncing started off playful but then became more amorous. Before long, he was lying on top of you, passionately kissing you until the sensible part of your brain kicked in. He got a firm no, which he knew was serious, but he still pouted.
“Dieter, we can’t. We’re out in public and you make enough noise to attract attention.”
“Can I rent one of these for the weekend?”
“If you want to. But you have to clean it.”
“Done” he sealed the deal with a kiss and rolled off you, “I’m gonna need a minute.”
It was obvious he did, so you left the jumping castle, straightening yourself out. He grabbed your hand when he came out to join you, and you ambled off towards the pumpkin tent. Your eyes almost popped out at the number of pumpkins on display. So many sizes and colours left you with so many choices.
“You can get more than one you know” Dieter reassured you.
“You don’t mind? We’ll be eating nothing but pumpkin for a while.”
He shrugged, “If it tastes good, I’ll eat it.”
So, you settled on a few: a baby bear and a cotton candy because they had cute names, a mini Jack O’Lantern, a beautiful fairytale and a classic Cinderella.
“You shall go to the ball after all, Dieter!”
“Aw, I’ve always wanted to twirl around in a pretty dress!”
“The glass shoes wouldn’t be that comfortable though.”
“Hey, if I get to kiss the handsome prince, it’s worth it” and he kissed you, making you assume you were playing the role of the prince.
You almost skipped pulling along your little cart until Dieter stopped you, tugging at your sleeve. He was staring at the petting zoo, the bleating of baby goats behind their sign.
“Do you want to go?” he was nodding eagerly and trotted over to the gate.
He was handed a bag of feed and he knelt down with his hands out awkwardly. It was like the scene in Something There where the Beast was trying to feed the birds. One little goat waddled over and started eating from his hands. His smile was as big as the Beast’s was. Then all the other little goats came over for food and once Dieter’s hands were empty, they started to lick him all over with their cute little tongues. He tried to give each of them as much love as his two hands could handle. Eventually they started climbing onto his lap and wherever they could get a purchase.
“Look, look, they’re climbing me! They’re climbing me!”
The animal handler came over to see the joyous commotion, “Is he with you?”
“Yes, he’s mine” you mused.
Dieter’s giggles were infectious, “Let me be your mountain!” and he laid himself down so all the little goats could attack him with love. “Ah, I’m taking you all home with me!”
You had to intervene at this point so made your way into the goat pen, facing your boyfriend who was hugging the smallest goat.
“Dieter, we can’t take them all home. They’d make a mess, and then they’d all try to escape because we don’t have that great a gate.”
He knew all of this was true but still moped, “Can we come back next year?”
“Of course we can” he smiled at this, “Do you want a picture with them?”
After about a million pictures with every baby goat, and then more than one with his favourites who he named himself, you finally unloaded your pumpkins into your car. Dieter enveloped you in a hug, his teddy bear coat now perfumed with that baby goat smell.
“You had fun today?” you felt his nodding, “You smell like goat.”
“I smell like little furballs of love is what I smell like!”
You didn’t want to sour his mood by pointing out that his little furballs of love probably trotted around in their own droppings, so you left him to sleep away the trip back with a happy smile on his face.
A few days later and several homemade pumpkin purée making sessions later, you came home to find a note from Dieter waiting for you.
“Put this on and meet me outside” it read. You found your silk robe underneath the note, so you looked outside.
He had gone and rented a jumping castle.
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Ghost's Birthday 2
Ghost's Birthday Masterpost
What is Plan Mauve?
You chose to take Ghost out to the Natural History Museum to make up for missing his birthday.
"Where are you taking me?" Ghost asked, his mask twisted to cover his eyes as Raph led him along. He was wearing several layers of clothing and a facemask to hide his status as a mutant turtle.
"The point of a surprise is that you don't know where you're going, Cas," Mikey answered.
"I don't like surprises," Ghost muttered.
"We never would have guessed, he said sarcastically." Donnie rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry so much, Big Papa!" Leo insisted. "We've got the best plan, you're gonna love the shell out of this!"
"That just makes me more nervous," Ghost sighed. "What have you been planning? Why'd you have me bundle up like this?"
"Just a bit further," Mikey said excitedly.
Leo opened up the manhole cover and hopped out as Raph put Ghost up against the ladder to climb. Ghost did so hesitantly, obviously not pleased with being unable to see.
"Come on," Leo insisted, taking his arm as Ghost paused at the top. "Trust us!"
They all climbed out and Leo reached up to correct Ghost's mask, allowing him to see.
"Tada!" The four of them sang, holding out their hands towards the building in the distance. The American Museum of Natural History.
Ghost stared, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open. The boys watched him with anticipation.
"It's dangerous-" Ghost started slowly, though his eyes stayed locked on the museum.
"So is everything else," Leo dismissed. "And this is for your, Casper!"
"Because we missed your birthday," Mikey added.
Ghost's expression softened. "Ah... No, I... I don't celebrate."
"Well, you do now!" Raph announced, pushing Ghost along by the shoulders.
"We're disguised, you're disguised," Donnie listed. "I have the blueprints for the entire museum, including vents, service halls and stairs, and all exits. Besides that, this is the only way that I'll ever be able to go see a planetarium show."
He looked up at Ghost with stars and excitement in his eyes and Ghost near-instantly melted at the look. He relented. "Fine," He murmured, bumping his shoulder lightly against Donnie's. "But everyone stays together. No wondering off."
"Yes!" The boys cheered.
Raph led the way, buying the tickets with the money Splinter had offered for them to spend with Ghost. Ghost stayed tucked out of sight, and Leo, Mikey and Donnie stood around him like bodyguards until it was time to go inside.
The time they'd chosen was carefully planned to be the least busy part of the day, with no school trips or large groups booked. The entry hall was fairly empty when they walked in, the four boys surrounding Ghost as a shield.
"Oooh, map," Mikey cooed, going over to it immediately. Ghost followed after him, looking over it.
"Where do you want to go first?" Raph asked Ghost.
"You guys can choose," Ghost murmured. "Wherever you want to go."
"That's not the point, Gogo!" Mikey complained. "This is for you! To make up for missing your birthday!"
"You don't know when it is."
"Yeah, but you've been with us for way longer than a year," Leo looped his arm around Ghost's shoulders. "We've missed, like, several birthdays at this point. So you pick."
Ghost was silent for a moment as his eyes flickered over the map. He shook his fists at his side, which made the boys all look at each other with excited grins. Ghost was enjoying this.
"There's too many places," Ghost said finally. "You guys pick. I'll be happy wherever we go."
"The Cosmic Pathway and the planetarium!" Leo said excitedly, pointing to it. "Can you imagine watching Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Galaxies in a planetarium? That's the dream, buddy."
"I want to go see the dinosaurs!" Mikey insisted.
"Can we see the animals, too?" Raph asked hopefully.
"There's a lot of animals, Raph," Donnie answered flatly.
"I know," Raph defended. "Raph wants to see 'em!"
"I'd rather see the insectarium," Donnie rubbed his hands together. "They have one of the world's largest leafcutter ant displays and I must witness it."
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I just remembered you haven't seen Twilight but I'm going to ask anyway! Do you know what teams your characters would be? Like team Edward or Team Jacob? Oh! Actually I'm also curious what Fandoms would they be in? I recent realized im a Bielieber
oh i have seen the first twilight movie!! i just wasn't a fan. but it was my best friend's favorite series so i do know a lot about it! was anyone actually team jacob? he's like gale in the hunger games. the only reason anyone would actually prefer them is because they're Not the main love interest (sorry to any galeheads out there...)
anyway now i want to imagine what fandoms each of them would be in, so:
🎭 caroline: well, she's a great artist and a monster fucker.. i don't think i have to spell out what she was doing online fjkjsdsj and she loved comic books as a kid, so i feel like at the start of the MCU madness she was really hype and then she got more and more angry with the state of things
💬 beth: she's written some star trek fanfiction more highly researched than her master's thesis and she loved nsync because what is a baby dyke without her emotional support boy band / comphet crushes
🎸 danny: music is the obvious answer, but i'm not familiar with musical history so i can't go into detail 😭 but his dad introduced him to bob dylan and taught him how to play guitar, then he learned piano, then he taught himself how to produce his own music from scratch. this was in the 90s btw so it wasn't very easy to learn. also he used to seriously follow skateboarding
⛅ mikaela: she loved old school country music from female artists like tanya tucker, reba mcintire, loretta lynn, etc. she's less interested in modern country but she looooves shania twain. and she's worked nights (first as a bartender, then a nurse) for most of her life, so she got really into daytime soaps
🌲 asa: he's literally the only one on this list where i'm like...... stumped. he doesn't pay attention to anything online, celebrities, music (he'll listen to whatever), movies (doesn't care), could never commit to watching a whole tv show, etc. he's very floaty and daydreamy? lmao he just doesn't have the headspace to get attached to fictional media like that
🎥 finn: we know he's always been a harrison ford fan boy and in any universe where he survives past the 80s he's a huge nirvana fan!! (if he and jules had a son, they would've named him kurt... he's deeply serious) he's also read every stephen king book that came out while he was alive. he was a big reader in general, particularly horror
🧸 stevie: canon seth rogen super fan, has seen every adam sandler movie (every last one of them) and i knowww she knows the fnaf lore... as soon as she finishes a show/movie she likes to find the weirdest fan art to terrorize her followers. also loves musicals and wants to see cats on broadway someday (a girl can dream)
🎀 elaine: she loves following celebrity news but she watches them like animals in the zoo; ie. she's observing from afar, she has no personal stake in them. she's a frequent flyer on gossip forums like fauxmoi. she was on the ground floor of lipstickgate and was SEATED for dramageddon. and she had a serious twilight phase
🎨 jada: SOMEONE on this list had to get assigned supernatural... i'm not saying it just to say it, i really think she would connect with (early seasons) sam what with the dead mom... fear of losing their humanity... having powers they don't understand... a hot girl manipulating them to use their abilities in sketchy ways... yeah. i'm sure she has favorite contemporary artists (painters specifically) that she'd be able to talk about on end but sadly i don't know anything about that world 😭 oh and she's kind of obsessed with hate-reading booktok books to feel alive
🏈 casper: sports count as fandoms and i don't want to hear a word about it!! his team is the patriots but he's kind of a fairweather fan (maine doesn't have an nfl team so he doesn't have that state loyalty factor). miley cyrus is his problematic fave forever but he's kind of a pop girlie in general
💋 coco: in high school she was a speedcuber if that gives you an idea of what we're working with here.... she grew up with pokemon, naruto, dragon ball z, she collected trading cards, etc. she still likes anime and video games and stuff, she just doesn't have the time to get invested like she used to, and it makes her sad because it reminds her of her late best friend liam. she makes time to play fortnite and minecraft with his little brother and she plays other games on twitch sometimes. has done a LOT of cosplay. she's a huge nerd basically
#next time someone insinuates coco would bully you in high school please just imagine her naruto running through the parking lot#that should provide some clarity.#anonymous#asks#nonsims#brandi answers
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Fall & Halloween With The Bradshaws
Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader
Author’s Note: Happy Early Halloween! These are just some headcanons I wanted to put together about how the Bradshaw family celebrates the season!
Warnings: Nothing but warm family fluff.
- Fall is always a big time of year in yours and Bradley’s household. It’s your favorite season, as evidenced by the way you decorate the house from top to bottom and cram as many fall-themed activities into your family’s schedule as possible during the months of September, October, and November.
- Though the temperature in San Diego rarely dips below 60 degrees during the autumn months, that doesn’t stop you from lighting as many pumpkin and apple scented candles as humanly possible, and snuggling up under cozy throw blankets with fuzzy socks and warm mugs of hot apple cider in hand. Bradley often teases you that San Diego could be experiencing a heat wave, but you’d still stick to your thick scarves and cable knit sweaters if the calendar says it’s fall.
- From the time you were dating, going apple and pumpkin picking and visiting as many fall festivals as you can find within a fifty-mile radius have been major traditions for you and Bradley. He loves how happy just the sight of a haystack or a pumpkin patch can make you.
- Once the kids come along, trips to local orchards and farms become all-day family affairs. Goose, Lydia, and James love running around, trying to see which one of them can collect the most apples, and choosing the best looking pumpkins to take home and carve. The kettle corn, pumpkin donuts, and other sweet treats you allow them to indulge in don’t hurt either.
- Speaking of sweet treats, baking in your house gets taken to a whole new level during the fall. While you love baking all year long, your recipe book for autumnal treats in particular is thick and extensive. Some of your family’s favorites include your cinnamon crinkle cookies (Bradley loves them with extra cinnamon), warm apple crisps, pumpkin chocolate chip muffins, chocolate pecan pie, pumpkin tarts, and homemade apple cider.
- On the weekends, or whenever the kids are home from school, they love being able to help you in the kitchen, measuring out the ingredients and blending them all together with your gentle guidance. It usually means a much larger mess in the kitchen, but it’s a price you’re gladly willing to pay to see how much joy it brings them.
- Bradley often tells you that one of his favorite sights is when he comes home from work to find you and the kids in the kitchen, laughing and singing and covered in flour from head to toe. “It reminds me that I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he whispers to you, his kiss letting you know just how much he means it.
- Each fall, you and Bradley make it a priority to take the kids for a visit to his hometown in Virginia, where they get to spend time with Bradley’s family and where you get to visit Goose’s and Carole’s graves as a family. The weather is always so beautiful in Virginia at that time of year, and you know how much it means to Bradley to get to visit and spend time with his parents in such a peaceful place.
- Halloween movie nights are something that you and Bradley have been doing since the very beginning of your relationship, and it’s something you continue with your children. You were never a big fan of horror movies, so you usually stick to the more wholesome, family-friendly classics. Halloween isn’t allowed to come and go without you all having watched Hocus Pocus, Halloweentown, Casper, Double, Double Toil and Trouble, Scooby Doo! and the Witch’s Ghost, Under Wraps, and other beloved movies from yours and Bradley’s childhoods.
- When it comes to Halloween costumes, you and Bradley always dress up together. Some of your favorite couple’s costumes have included Rick and Evy from The Mummy, Squints and Wendy from The Sandlot, and Kenickie and Rizzo from Grease. Before the kids were born, the two of you would usually attend Halloween parties at The Hard Deck, where you once even won for Most Creative Couple’s Costume.
- Dressing up for Halloween becomes even more fun once Goose, Lydia, and James are born. You put a great deal of time and effort into picking out the perfect costumes for them when they’re babies, even making some of their costumes yourself.
- Each one of your children dresses up as a little rooster for their first Halloween in honor of Daddy’s call sign, sharing the same costume among the three of them with minor tweaks for sizing purposes. They’ve also each had a year where they dressed up in a tiny flight suit and baby Aviators, which Bradley always finds hilarious. You have plenty of photos of him holding each of your children, the two of them clad in matching flight suits.
- As the kids start to get a little bit older, you’re able to plan some fun family costumes to wear together. Some of your favorites over the years have included The Addams Family (before James was born, so you and Bradley were Morticia and Gomez, and Goose and Lydia were Pugsley and Wednesday), 101 Dalmatians (you and Bradley were Perdita and Pongo, and the kids dressed up as the puppies), and The Incredibles.
- Once all the Dagger Squad members start having families of their own, Halloween becomes a major spectacle. All of you get together to take the kids trick-or-treating, and then head back to Mav and Penny’s place for a little end-of-evening party. The kids get a massive sugar rush from all the candy, then end up crashing all over the couches and floor, while the adults get to enjoy some spiked apple cider and time to just relax.
- Whatever activities you and your family are doing, you always make sure to take lots of pictures and organize them into photo albums so that all of you will be able to look back on the fun memories you’ve made together as a family. You know how special the pictures are to Bradley, in particular, who always carries them with him when he has to travel for work.
- Despite how much you try to plan and do, you can honestly say that your favorite fall memories are the small ones—the sound of your children’s laughter as they help you bake cookies in the kitchen, their squeals of delight as Bradley lifts them onto his shoulders to help them reach for an apple dangling from one of the tall branches in the orchard, the feel of your husband’s strong arms wrapping around your waist as you stand at the sink in the kitchen after baking some small treat, the smell of cinnamon that somehow manages to cling to the air in your home all season long.
- While you claim that fall is your favorite season, the truth is that any season is your favorite, so long as you get to spend it with your favorite people by your side.
#the bradshaw family#mr. & mrs. bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#mrs. bradshaw#rooster x reader#rooster x wife!reader#x reader#x female reader#top gun#top gun: maverick
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You may be the first person to agree with me that Michael Trevino is more attractive than Joseph Morgan, so now I’m curious. Who are the most attractive (purely based on looks) cast members in your opinion?
I am the worst person to ask this. My friends hate talking about celebrities with me or even sending me pics of people they find attractive because I have a very specific view of what I find attractive. I identify as pansexual and demisexual, meaning I do tend to need to emotionally bond with someone to find them attractive so I struggle to focus purely on looks. Like I can tell if someone is objectively attractive but sometimes everyone will be obsessed with an actor and I just don't get it. I can understand that Nate Buz is objectively attractive, but because I can't stand him as a person, I just don't personally find him attractive. I also tend to find women way more attractive than men. As you will see by my lists.
It also really depends on what you mean by "based purely on their looks." There are people who are "scientifically" attractive, but I just don't find them that attractive. It's impossible to be completely objective when talking about attraction. Everyone is attracted to different things.
I will say, I typically don't like light haired men, which explains the Trevino over Morgan opinion. It's not that I can't recognize Joseph Morgan (Klaus) is attractive. He's just not in the top for me. I also feel like people tend to find him more attractive because of his accent. Although, I will admit I liked him more with his longer, curly hair. But that also could just be because that's when his character gets more tolerable for me.
I also want to remind everyone that these are my opinions. Everyone has their own opinions and it doesn't mean your fav isn't attractive. These are just who I think is most attractive. Let's be honest, the cast is stacked with extremely attractive people. If they are not on the list, they are still attractive, it is just a very competitive field.
(This does not include Legacies cause I haven't really watched it)
Most Attractive Cast Members in My (un)Biased Opinion
It's going to come as no surprise who I consider to be the most attractive in the show. They also happen to be my favorite ships from each show. I swear I am trying to be objective but they seriously were the stand outs to me the first time I watched the shows. I mean just look at them. There is a reason that both Kat and Phoebe do modeling on the side. As for the men, you may say I have a type, but it's hard to deny that Daniel and Michael are not at least in the top, if not the top, for men. But if that's not objective enough for you, here's my top lists excluding them:
Most Attractive Men
We can't have a list of most attractive men without Charles Michael Davis topping the list. Marcel is one of the most attractive men in this series. I won't hear any arguments against it. His smile is just top tier. I don't feel like I need to say anything else to prove my point. Just look at that man.
I feel like Michael Trevino (Tyler) and Collin Woodell (Aiden) have very similar vibes. This is maybe less objective than not, but I just found them more attractive than some of the more popular characters that usually top the lists. Also, I thought it would be inappropriate to put them without their shirts on, but... I mean, come on.
Yusuf Gatewood is not talked about enough. I was not a huge Finn fan in TVD, nothing against Casper, but I was just never drawn in by that character. But Yusuf as Finn really pulled me in. I also just have a thing for smiles. He has such a captivating smile.
I can see that they are objectively attractive but not at the top of my personal list:
Ian Somerhalder as Damon. I know this may anger some people, but I just have never been an Ian girl. I get what people like, but his eyes always freaked me out a little bit. He just doesn't rank high for me, sorry!
Joseph Morgan as Klaus. Joseph Morgan just doesn't top the list, but I just don't find light haired men that attractive. I'm not saying he's not, he just isn't in my top.
Paul Wesley as Stefan. I loved Stefan and he has the stereotypical "good looks." He is pretty high on the list still, just not in the top.
Chris Wood as Kai. I don't have much to say on this one. He's objectively attractive but again, just not at the top of my list.
David Alpay as Atticus Shane. I know he was awful but objectively he is very attractive.
Steven McQueen as Jeremy. He definitely had a glow up from the emo teen to the vampire hunter.
Most Attractive Women
Spoiler alert, it's all of them
Like, my god, even actresses with the smallest screen time carried the show. These aren't really in order but I tried. I can't even begin to rank them against each other. I hated Monique's character but my god, Yasmine Al-Bustami is beautiful. Nishi Munshi (Gia) is just a gorgeous human being. I didn't like Antoinette, but I would do anything for Jaime Murray. I'm obsessed with everything Nathalie Kelley (Sybil) does.
This is not to say that the other actresses aren't beautiful. Again, everyone is gorgeous. These women just felt next level gorgeous to me, whereas, actresses like Candice and Nina felt more girl next door, if that makes sense. Like Inadu (Blu Hunt) was killing all of my faves and I was still somehow rooting for her (jk, mostly).
I know most of my list is from The Originals, but that tends to be the show I rewatch the most. I also feel like they tend to have more actors. TVD had the same actors playing like 20 different roles.
#tvdu women > tvdu men#the women are all gorgeous#the men are good looking too#but come on#the women ran those shows#tvdu#the originals#the vampire diaries#tvd#fandom asks#anon ask#tvd anon ask#tvd ask#fandom answers#hottest tvdu characters
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Play the game, first lines!
The wonderful and talented @sempervera tagged me and of course, I'm in! ❤️
Rules: List the first lines of your last 10 published fics and see if there’s a pattern.
I feel like I'm drowning (Buck x Bucky)
It was so quiet here in the States, in Casper. He had been travelling and somewhere else for so long that Casper somehow felt strange and not really like home anymore.
2. I feel a bit broken...(Buck x Bucky)
Two days, Gale thought. Only two days had passed since he had been out of that cold, muddy hole in Stalag III.
3. one new message (Austin x Callum)
Callum had endured such a long week at work and filming his new project, all he wanted to do was change ouf of his black suit, grab dinner and a scotch and lounge around on the couch in his black brief boxers without a responsibility in sight.
4. sweet beginnings (Buck x Bucky)
It was Saturday again and the Officers' Club was full to the brim. The band played pleasant, danceable music and sometimes someone even sang. Gale preferred to watch the action from the sidelines.
5. getting in trouble (Buck x Bucky)
The 100th bomb group is celebrating another 25th missions and the whole evening is relaxing, full of dancing and fun until a dumb RAF officer says something really stupid to Gale.
6. strawberries and dirty talk, pt. 2 (Buck x Bucky)
It had been a long, exhausting few weeks. Between all the breakneck, dangerous missions over Germany, where more of John's friends were shot than he could count. It had been a constant dance with the devil and death. A power struggle that was different every day and a single moment could change and decide everything.
7. say yes to heaven (Buck x Buckx)
It had been a hell of a week for Bucky. Starting with the mission to drob bombs over Bremen, Gale missing for two days and his thoughts gone crazy about losing his best friend, his man and lover.
8. sweet like cinnamon (Buck x Bucky)
John and Gale are spending a whole weekend alone far away from base and enjoying each others company. It's summer and the sun sets down, painting the sky in dark red and orange shades.
9. Blue Jeans (Buck x Bucky)
A lazy morning back in the States. The goddamn war is finally over and both of them, Bucky and Buck made it back home. After they spent some quality time with their families, they decided to go on a little adventure together.
10. strawberries and dirty talk pt. 1 (Buck x Bucky)
It's quiet this morning. Very quiet in fact, and cozy and warm too. Gale sighed softly and buried his nose in the soft white sheets of the double bed. It smelled like soap and fresh roses.
summary: I often use descriptions of places, feelings or situations to start a scene. I usually mention my main characters by name or their thoughts.
tagging: @bloodynereid @hogans-heroes @austinbutlermischief @austinbutlerslovers
#ask game#creative commons#mota community#mota#let’s talk mota#gale cleven#buck x bucky#john egan#callum turner#mota fanfic#masters of the air#john bucky egan#austin butler major gale buck cleven#callum turner major john egan#major cleven#major john egan
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Dizzy Isy Update
Hi guys,
I swear I am not dragging out the release of the next version of my Dizzy Isy Save File...it’s just I have no time for it. I really do try. I have created some new creations since my last update on here about version 6.
Here are (in order) a renovation of 13 Acacia Avenue. This will be the house for the Browne family.
“This house has 3 adult bedrooms, a teen room and finally, a room for a cute little infant. The master suite has its own bathroom and walk-in-closet. There is sizeable terrace with a bbq and bar area for summer dining.The verdant garden is treehouse ready and equiped with activities for the little one.”
Captain Crankbait's Cabin
“A stone's throw away from the marina sits Captain Crankbait's cabin. Built from local timber & furnished with love, there’s a treasure trove of intriguing bits & bobs. It may not blend in with the new SanSequoia but Casper adores his little piece of paradise. It's tranquil, boasts its own fishing pond & twinkles at night. He knows of plans to knock it down, but it will have to be over his dead body!”
Cap'n Crankbait & Salty
“Old Captain Casper has shunned conventional life for a while now. He has deep roots in SanSequoia but he is horrified by the gentrification of the area. Luxurious rentals have replaced single family homes and his tumbledown log cabin stands out from the trendy cafés & businesses. Many want to knock his cabin down but he thinks it reflects the true unshakable San Sequoian ethic. One that is slowly being eradicated.”
Celebration Way Shops
“This charming strip is the newest hangout in SanSequoia. Pop into the flowershop to spoil that special sim in your life or enjoy a cupcake & sip of coffee from the cafe while watching the world pass by from the terrace. Or if you prefer the scent of books, find yourself in a comfortable chair in the bookshop & get lost in the written word. When these three mix, there's no way of having a bad day.”
For any of you waiting (patiently) for this update, I hope this wets your appetite.
Bon appétit et merci,
Isy x
#isleroux#dizzy isy#ts4 save#ts4 save file#sims 4#ts4#the sims 4#sims 4 save file#the sims 4 save file#dizzy isy save file
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A Ghost Playing Hangman {J.Seresin} Part 11
Warnings: mentions of death, swearing
A/N: Part 11 is finally here. So sorry for the lack of posting on this story! Hope this makes up for it. Thanks for reading!!
Series Masterlist
Chaos was the only way to describe what was going on over the radio. The mission objective had been completed, but coffin corner was proving to be tougher than anyone originally imagined. And being forced to sit in your F-18 on standby wasn’t helping matters.
Trying to keep up with whose voice you heard on the radio, telling you they were still alive, was becoming a challenge. It was one yelling direction after another, making you wonder just how bad it looked in person.
But the words were clear when Rooster yelled out Maverick had been hit.
You looked over to Jake and heard him request for the two of you to be given the green light. The answer was a firm no, and in that moment, you questioned going against orders to stay when you knew your team needed you. Maverick had given so much to make sure all of you came home safely, just to be written off like his life was worth nothing.
The Navy had a cruel way of showing their priorities.
You forced your attention back to the sky ahead, willing the rest of your team to get back in one piece. Memories of your last failed mission tried to force their way to the surface. You physically shook your head to try and keep them at bay. You wouldn’t be worth a dime flying with that kind of baggage.
“Guys, Rooster went back for Mav, and I think I see flames. He’s not answering me.” Phoenix’s voice broke as she told everyone what was happening. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. The best damn pilots in the world weren’t supposed to fall so easily.
You watched as Jake hit is hand on the side of the canopy, frustrated at the possibility of losing another teammate. A person who prided themselves in only showing emotions that wouldn’t make him vulnerable, was slowly losing it on the biggest stage of his career. You had hoped he would never have to experience this part of the job, knowing the scars it leaves behind.
It was going to take some time for him to move past this.
It didn’t take long for the remaining members of the dagger squad to land back on the carrier. Each pilot got out of their plane slower than the last, knowing the success of this mission caused you all to lose two people that didn’t deserve an ending like this.
The carrier had an eerie silence to it. The celebrations all of you had dreamed about were nowhere to be seen. A few crew members offered quiet congratulations to the daggers, but nothing more than solemn handshakes was given out.
You weren’t sure what to do next. Jake needed comforting, but so did the rest of your team. Hell, you needed a few glasses of whiskey but that wasn’t bound to happen as soon as you wanted. The hesitation was a blessing in disguise as you heard, “Dagger spare 1 and dagger spare 2, prepare to deploy.”
You and Jake made eye contact, not knowing if this was a search and rescue mission or something worse.
“An F-14 has been spotted heading in the carrier’s direction. We have reason to believe Maverick may be the pilot behind it. The two of you are to confirm contact and defend against any enemy planes. Good luck.”
Hope started to build in your chest that maybe one of them had found a way out of there. You weren’t sure how well a fossil of an F-14 was flying, but if anyone knew their way around it, it was Mav. It almost seemed impossible that Bradley might be alive too, forcing you to suppress any thoughts of your friend.
God, Maverick was going to be heartbroken if he lost the other Bradshaw.
You took off before Jake, giving you a decent head start at finding your teammate. While this wasn’t the way you had hoped to be a part of the mission, you were glad to at least have the chance of saving someone or provide a safety net for them to make it back.
“Hey Casper, don’t go disappearing on me now.” Jake’s statement made you chuckle. You didn’t know if it was the hope of a teammate surviving or flying out with Jake, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.
“Not my fault you aren’t flying fast enough.” His laugh was music to your ears as you continued to fly in the direction of the F-14. Seconds turned into minutes before you had eyes on Mav. He was skillfully evading fire from the 5th Gen, but you knew he couldn’t hold him off forever. Not in a F-14.
“I have the 5th Gen fighter in my sights. They are headed straight for the F-14. About to fire at them to hopefully change their course to us.” You glanced behind you and saw Jake was still a way off, but it wouldn’t take him too long to back you up in the fight.
You placed your finger on the trigger for one of your missiles and fired at the enemy plane, but nothing happened. “Fuck.”
“What’s going on, Ghost?” Jake’s voice was calm, but you knew he was on edge.
“My missiles failed.”
Jake was too far behind you and your missiles wouldn’t fire. No matter how many times you pressed the button, nothing happened but an echoing click. Memories from the past flooded your mind and you knew you had to do something different this time. “I have to be better.” The words came out as more of whisper, but Jake heard them loud and clear.
“Talk to me, Ghost. What’s going on?” He kept his eyes glued to your plane in the distance, not wanting to blink in case he missed something. He knew how much your past affected your flying in the present, meaning you were not in the right headspace to be making decisions.
You watched as the 5th Gen leveled out and headed straight for the F-14. Glancing over to Mav, you saw a second person sitting behind him. Your breath caught as you realized Bradley made it out alive.
I have to be better. I have to be better. I have to be better.
Those words kept cycle through like a mantra, forcing you to a decision.
“I love you, Jake. Please forgive me.”
And in mere seconds, Jake Seresin watched as his whole world come to a haunting end.
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A/N: Thoughts? Likes/dislikes? I love hearing from you all!! Thank you so so much for reading!
#hangman x reader#jake seresin x reader#jake hangman x reader#top gun maverick#jake hangman seresin#hangman top gun#topgun maverick#chelsea writes#a ghost playing hangman
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Dannymay Day 3: Blizzard
The supernatural blizzard raged on. The thick blanket of snow made it difficult to see. Snowfall may usually be quiet, but anyone outside at that moment would tell you it isn’t. At least not with such strong winds. In the center of it all was Casper High.
The snow was still falling but it died down around Casper High. Most students were inside the building but the braver ones were outside. They were watching Danny Phantom fight a brand new ghost on the rooftop.
“Just give up already loser!” Shouted the Ice Queen, as she perfectly flipped her long, straight, snow white hair. It was a miracle it didn’t get caught on her crystal crown.
Danny climbed out of a pile of snow. “Don’t call me—“ and more snow fell on him. Ice Queen smiled a delicate and malicious smile. Her teal eyes sparkled like an anime as she shot a cold glare in Danny’s direction. “What was that? Sorry, I don’t speak loser very well.” She said.
Paulina watched as the ghost boy desperately tried not to lose his temper. He was really struggling. Ice Queen must have hit a nerve. Who did she think she was? Coming here and beating up the town’s cutest hero like that. She was pretty and mean, so what? Paulina was too. She was possibly even prettier and meaner. That was when the idea struck.
Paulina almost slipped climbing up the ladder to the roof. She had very high quality gloves, but the ice still made it slippery. She was lucky she managed to make it. When she got there it was the same scene as before. The ghost boy trying to attack and Ice Queen dodging like it was nothing.
“Hey! Ice Queen!” Paulina walked in between the two ghosts. “What makes you think you can come here and try to be some sort of beauty queen? This school is my territory.” Said Paulina. She shot Ice Queen a glare of her own. Ice Queen shivered, and there was no way it was because of the cold.
“Is it now? How fitting. An ugly school for an ugly girl!” Said Ice Queen. It sounded sincere and that only made it worse. “And you’re trying to take it over! How nice. Dreaming big is great and all, but I appreciate a girl who knows her limits.” Said Paulina. Her grin revealed one slightly crooked tooth, but it was the type of imperfection that only made her more beautiful.
Ice Queen dropped the passive aggressive act and grimaced. “Let me guess, you pick on anyone who’s weaker than you? Pathetic!” She snarled. “Yeah, and I’m guessing that wasn’t an option for you?” Paulina looked at her nails. She had gloves on but it had the same effect.
Ice Queen’s pale skin glistened. Paulina’s tan skin had a youthful, lively glow. Ice Queen’s long periwinkle dress flowed in the cold breeze. Paulina’s outfit had a warm and cozy feeling to it, and it made her stand out against the harsh weather. Ice Queen caused a small snow storm above her to give a dramatic and yet gentle look to her pose. Paulina held out a hand and a butterfly landed on it like she were a Disney princess. Where did that butterfly even come from? They were in a blizzard!
Their eyes looked into each other’s with unwavering icy stares. For a few moments, no one moved.
“UGH! FINE! You win, are you happy? I didn’t even care about this dump anyways! Gosh, what a jerk.” Ice Queen kept mumbling complaints as she stomped up to Danny, took his thermos, and used it to capture herself. Immediately the snow stopped, the wind slowed, and the clouds cleared to show a sunny sky. Danny didn’t understand what he had just seen but apparently he had won. At the very least, Paulina had.
“Uhm, thanks.” Danny hesitantly said. “Don’t sweat it ghost boy.” Paulina waved a hand dismissively as she walked away. She climbed down the ladder. It was much easier this time. The ice had already started to melt.
Of course, on the inside she was ecstatic to have saved and been thanked by her crush, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment. She would just play it cool until she got home, then she would celebrate it with Star. She wondered if that was the only reason she felt good. Maybe there was some truth to the stories of kindness making people happier.
Nah that wasn’t it. It was just the crush thing. Definitely.
#dannymay#dannymay2023#danny phantom#Paulina#fanfic#oneshot#oc#I know this is kinda weird but it was the only idea I had
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„Trick or treat”ing with the umbrellas.
all credit of this fanart goes to the author (which is not me)
Luther: he is just so excited. Just imagine this little, innocent “no-thoughts-inside” smile of his. 100% living in the moment, just wanting to enjoy the day. Not to mention that for once he can pretend his ape-body is a costume and doesn’t have to hide.
Diego: ends up running after some poor kids dressed up as TV-shows serial killers in order to defeat their malicious intents of murder (ofc the kids are running away screaming which causes a lot of drama). Believes himself to be a hero who saves the day.
Alisson : I mean, come on, this one had a kid, so most probably the only rational one who comply with the rules and not doing any stupid shit (apart from rumoring kids not to eat all the sweets at once, because, you know, let’s be smart about it).
Klaus: edibles? Sure thing. This one dresses to impress and go round the houses with his most pathetic and sad face expression to get some candies. Doesn’t matter if he can’t walk straight line he is still the sexy trash.
Five: does not care, but deep, deeeeep inside enjoy watching his sibling make fool of themselves and it makes him feel at home with those idiots. Even though he’s still in his 13 year old body, when offered to go trick and tricking with his peers he would rather chew off his own foot.
(brelly) Ben: he’s a ghost, so Halloween is perfect opportunity for him to truly haunt people. But honestly he’s like a friendly ghost Casper, except maybe a bit more spiteful. Possessing Klaus? Sure, it’s Ben’s day after all.
Victor: he just wants to spend the day in peace since he was though his fair share of supernatural events so probably stays home, indulge in lecture and miss the doorbell. Until next day when he finds out his front door covered in paint (it was trick or treat after all)
Lila: Runs the place with Diego trying to prove she is so much better than him and in fact winning at that. Most probably stealing candies from kids in the process just to annoy her boyfriend and to convince herself she is still a bad girl.
Reginald: wondering where the hell he went wrong with raising this bunch of fools ( yeah, that’s one of world’s greatest mystery, Reggie, keep thinking).
HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS! (and happy Monday for those from the countries that do not celebrate it, me included).
#umbrella academy#halloween#umbrella academy imagine#halloween imagine#tua#luther hargreeves#diego hargreeves#alisson hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#five hargreeves#ben hargreeves#victor hargreeves#lila pitts#reginald hargreeves#the umbrella academy x reader
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Oh Baby Part 15
sorry for taking so long, started college again and I have some big projects already
Part1 Part2 Part3 part4 part5 part6 Part7 Part8 Part9 Part10 Part11 part12 part13 part14 part16 part17 part18
*found on Pinterest
You stroked Daichi’s face gently as he rested, the swelling in his face has calmed down but now a dark bruise covered half his face. Daichi leaned into your touch with a sigh,“ What time is it?” he said softly,” 1 o’clock” you said looking at the clock which was hung above the door,” So I have been sleeping for half an hour” he said pinching the bridge if his nose,” Yep, Ukai was glad. He wanted you to rest, he talked to your parents, they wanted to come here but I managed to talk them out of it” you said,” Thank goodness, I couldn’t handle mom foundling over me at this moment” he joked carefully getting up,” How’s the game going?” you shrugged,” No clue, I only left once and that was just because someone kicked me in the bladder” you said looking down at your stomach,” Little troublemaker” Daichi said tapping your belly,” He be here so soon and we haven’t even thought of a name yet” you said,” I have” Daichi said making your eyes widen,” Really what is it?” Daichi was about to open his mouth when the door swung open,” Oh hairline, your still one piece I see. From how depressed prison haircut looked one can think that you joined Casper the friendly ghost” your former cheer coach said,” What are you doing here?” you asked surprised,” Well because someone decided to celebrate thanksgiving early this year, with a turkey in the oven and which made put someone with less charisma than a TikToker turned musician on top the pyramid which ended which ultimately made us loose for the first time since I came to school. So as revenge I decided to come here and throw unpopped popcorn at Karasuno” she said,” Wow” Daichi said trying to comprehend what was being said while you were thinking if you should be insulted by her comparing your baby to a thanksgiving Turkey,” You are okay though right?”,” Yeah, it’s nothing, the nurse just wants me to stay just to be sure” Daichi said making her nod,” Good to hear, and you seem rounder than ever”,” Yeah it feels like he’s ready to be born any second now” you said smiling down at your belly,” Well if you haven’t picked a name for the soon to be walking sperm yet I say Sue”,” Sue?” you asked,” Yep that’s my first name”,” But he’s a boy?”,” and? Isn’t your generation all about breaking gender norms” she said with a shrug, before getting up,” Well I hope to see you soon hairline. I will be the one throwing unpopped popcorn at you” she said before vanishing,” Well that was interesting” you chuckled looking at Daichi,” I’m always fascinated by how she comes up with those Nicknames and if I should be insulted or if I should just let it go” he shrugged before throwing his legs over the side of the bed, the tip of his toes grazing again the floor,” Come here” he said holding out his arms, you didn’t have to be told twice and snuggled into Daichi’s embrace, “ I love you so much” he said kissing your forehead, his hands massaging your back,” Feel good baby?” he asked making you nod into his chest,” So what was your baby name idea” you asked Daichi, face still buried in his muscles chest,” I thought... I will tell you later, don't really want to tell you the name of our son in the nurse's room” he chuckled patting your head gently,” Fine, I wait. How does your face feel?” you asked,” Hurts less... it wouldn't hurt at all if you just kissed it better” you looked up at him and saw a cheeky smile on his lips,” Mmmh, sure” you said before gently placing your lips on his bruise, a small hiss left Daichi’s lips which made your eyes snap towards him,” Don’t stop, please” he begged.
Soon Daichi felt a lot better, but instead of joining his friends he stayed behind and watched their current match, he was impressed with how his teammates are holding themselves against their opponents and wasn't surprised when they won, meaning they can play against Oikawa again,” You ready?” you asked straight out his jersey,” Get ready to give me victory kiss” he teased with a wink before walking over to Oikawa,” Ready to lose?” Oikawa teased,” You should ask yourself that”,” Good to hear that you are confident Sawamura, you tell your son on how you confidently lost..ow” he hissed at Daichi squeezing his hand harshly,” I will tell my son, how we won”,” One way or another, I know you be a good father, you already are a good Captain. So good luck” Oikawa said before walking over to his team,” He really likes being hated and loved at the same time, doesn't he?” Daichi said feeling that you are behind him,”I like him, he can be really sweet if you talk to him long enough” you quickly pressed a kiss against his cheek,” Good luck Dai”,” Y/N, can I get a good luck kiss as well” Noya said,” Me too” Tanaka said pushing his friend aside,” No” you said walking towards Kiyoko,” I love it when she rejects me” Tanaka said making the libero nod,” You better get your butts ready or you can get ready for 10 hill sprints once we get home” Daichi warned making the two boys tense.
The game was a rollercoaster of emotions for everyone involved, one-minute Karasuno was ahead and the next Aoba Johsei pull out wild in form of a bleach blonde buzz-headed player. You watched Daichi, his body moving in such a memorising way.” Your drooling” Kiyoko giggled beside you making your cheeks heat up,” Do you think they make it?”,” Yes” she said simply watching Tanaka slam the ball down making Karasuno win another point,” Their 16 seems like a double-edged sword, they either gain a point or lose one” you said,” Oikawa seems to know that as well and started to use him more wisely or more he uses Iwaizumi to get 16 under control” Ukai said looking towards you just as you received a kick in the spine,” Everything okay?”,” Yeah was just kicked in the spine” you said rubbing your back.
After what feels like an eternity of waiting and hoping, Karasuno won. Daichi ran to you and hugged you as tightly as he could.” You're going to play Shiratorizwa. You in going to the final Dai, you all are” you smiled happily pecking his lips,” I can't believe it” he mumbled,” So you have a story to tell you son now” Oikawa voice said from behind you,” You played well Toru, your volleyball career isn't over yet, I hope you know that” you said as Daichi wrapped his arm around your waist,” I know it’s not over but for the other third years... I’m not sure-” he looked behind saw his teammates holding back their tears or drying them with the back of their hands, he sighed and glanced at the floor before looking back at you,” Anyways, your rounder than ever before. I assume the little player will be born soon. Any name ideas?” he hummed,” Well Daichi said he had one,” I thought of Haruto”
Haruto- flying
#daichi sawamura#daichi x reader#daichi sawamura x reader#daichi x you#daichi x fem reader#haikyuu x reader
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3- McKay's party pt.1
Completed, 30 chapters, “Grey” Fezco O’Neill x black fem reader
You had been in Rue’s life for a very long time. But then again, of course you'd be. You were her sister. Half sister Rue loved to remind you. But half or not you'd been with Rue for years watching her hit every milestone from afar and celebrating with Leslie and Gia. At the beginning of the summer, you thought the next one would be her first day of junior year, but no. It was her leaving rehab.
You, Leslie, and Gia stood outside the same somber building the three of you dropped Rue off earlier that summer. The same optimistic yet ultimately scared feeling filled all of you. A minute or so later, she came walking out with the same red sweater she went in with. A harsh reminder to all of you of the now missing piece in the family. But at least it brought her some comfort.
Gia waste no time when she saw her.
“Rue!” She yells, laughing as she runs and hugs Rue.
You and Leslie stay behind at the car. Offering her small smiles and waves instead. If that wasn't an accurate representation of Rue’s relationship with the three of you, you weren't sure what was. The ride home was silent for the first few minutes. No music or conversation, staring, just quiet looks out the window.
“I’m very happy for you, Rue. You're about to start a brand-new chapter.”
Your mother's words of encouragement should have been inspirational, but a heavy shadow of desperation hung over them. Rue gives her a quick smile, probably the best reaction in the moment. And just like that the silence returns and everyone was back to looking outside the window. Now staring at the biker not too far ahead of the car. Watching their mix of blonde and light pink hair flow in the wind with their plaid skirt.
It was the end of summer, the week before school started. I had no intention of staying clean, and Jules had just moved to town.
The rest of your eyes drifted back to the road when the car passed the girl. All except Rue, who turned to watch her.
…
A toxic cloud courtesy of Kat and BB's vape pens filled Maddy’s small car. The lyrics of Cocky Af by Megan Thee Stallion boomed in the car. It was McKay’s end of summer party and everyone was gonna be there. Even so-called recovering drug addicts who didn't tell you they were going and would rather walk than get a ride from you and your friends. Luckily, though, you'd shared her location to your phone. Was it an obvious invasion of her privacy ? Yes. Did you also do it with Leslie and Gia’s phones? Yes. Did any of them know? Of course not. But in times like this, it was a good thing.
“Is that…?” Maddy spoke.
“Oh, shit, slow, down. Dude that's Rue. Oh, my god.” Kat said skeptical.
“Wait. Didn't Rue, like, die?” Maddy says confused.
“Girl, I told y'all she came home.” You say, confused by their reactions.
“Oh, my, god, I hate ghost.” BB adds.
Kat rolls down the window and calls to your sister.
“Yo, Casper ! You want a ride ?”
The car comes to a full stop and Rue quickly approaches.
“Why, thank you.” is all she says before getting in the car next to you.
And then, the night got weird.
You lost track of Rue as soon as you got to McKay’s house. Then you lost track of Maddy then Kat, which left you with BB. And ultimately left you by yourself.
It was ironic because you knew this exact thing would happen. Maddy wasn't really one to ditch you at parties, especially when she knew you needed to have a good time. Because her logic was after a breakup that was exactly what you needed. And that was what she would have given you if only her and Nate didn't break up for probably the third time that summer. And when her and Nate broke up, she didn't need a good time, she needed a new guy.
Nate was fucking on one. And in turn, Maddy was fucking on one.
So she found one and was currently fucking him in McKay’s pool in front of everyone.
“Come on Maddy.” You sigh in disappointment and disgust, watching from inside the house.
Shrugging it off, you decided you could just have a good time by yourself. The kitchen was an absolute mess. Red solo cups, alcohol and half empty drinks everywhere. After scavenging for a clean cup, you rinsed it in the sink just in case before pouring yourself a shot. Lifting the cup and throwing your head back, you quickly swallowed before pouring another one and repeating the action. You shake off the burn and made yourself a more casual drink, mixing soda with the alcohol.
“You sure that's enough?” A familiar yet distant voice asked behind you.
You froze. You knew exactly who it was, there was no question about it.
“Uh-h.” You stammer.
“Here.”
He sets his drink down, steps closer behind you, and takes the large glass from you. “Have some more, it's a party, right.”
You watch the clear liquid pour into your cup, unable to move.
“You like to drink a lot now, dont you.” His tone is cold and condescending. “That and fuck other guys, right?”
He doesn't stop even when your cup is overflowed and spilling over onto the counter. Not wanting to get wet, you tried to step back, but he pushed his body against yours, forcing your hips against the counter. You had no time to react because before you realized it, he wasn't standing by you. Pushed aside by an angry Nate, who takes the bottle from him and carelessly pours himself a shot before drinking it. Nate must have seen Maddy in the pool and was pissed, he started pushing things off the counter and yelling at everyone in the kitchen.
“Get the fuck out of here!” He yelled, killing the mood instantly.
With everyone distracted, you took the opportunity to slip away from the now forming crowd. You found a bathroom and quickly tried to clean yourself. Grabbing one of the hand towels, you wet it before rubbing the fabric of your skirt. Semi panicking at how strong the smell was on you, you threw the towel aside and decided you were ready to go. Now you just had to find Rue. It was normally easier said than done, but to your surprise, Rue was outside. Riding on the back of some random girl's bike.
“That's fucked up.” Fezco comments, and you jump, startled by his presence, but quickly calm down once you see it's him. “How you gettin' home?”
There's a hint of concern in his words, but you ignore it.
“I don't know Maddy’s my ride, but she's a little occupied. So imma just wait for her, I guess.”
He nods slowly.
“Yea, I seen her in the pool.”
There's a beat of silence, but Fezco fills it before it gets awkward.
“Want me to-” He pauses, unsure of himself. “Wait with you.” He says with a shrug, pretending to be casual.
You opened your mouth but had nothing to say. You knew you could just say no and Fezco would leave, but you weren't fully sure if you wanted to be alone right now. What if your ex came back and saw you waiting for Maddy. A cold shiver ran down your spine just thinking about it. But on the other hand, what if he saw you with Fezco. Would we leave you alone or would he cause a scene? What would a scene between the two of them even look like and how would it end. You knew Fezco and you knew he wasn't an angry person at heart, but you knew more than anything he’d protect anyway he needed to.
“Yea, we can just wait in your car.”
As always, you choose Fezco.
Next chapter ;)
All chapters :)
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Watching housing prices continue to skyrocket makes me want to weep for humanity
I know a large part of the problem here locally is because Wyoming is now being touted as a super nice and relaxing place to live by all these damn celebrities who keep moving here, so now greedy people think "sweet it's time to gentrify the town so we can squeeze more and more money out of all these rich people coming to see what it's like and wanting to buy up properties once they get here!"
I just saw a fkn 2000sq ft TOWNHOUSE up for sale for over a million dollars. HERE. IN PODUNK CASPER WY. I knew when they were building them that they were going to be overpriced because of where they were going, but $1M?!?!? FOR A TOWNHOUSE!?! SMACK IN THE CENTER OF OUR SHITTY DOWNTOWN!?!
Meanwhile our state's minimum wage is still $5.15 (superceded of course by the federal minimum which is still barely over $2 higher). Even someone like me, making $15 and regularly working overtime, can't afford even a SHITTY house around here anymore because the prices are being jacked up across the board. Rent is at an all-time high, people are becoming homeless at an alarming rate, and no normal working schlub can afford to both live AND eat. It's like they all moved here and brought their big city problems with them. I'm so mad.
Boutta rage quit society and go live in the woods
#I blame Kanye West#he really started the celebrity exodus#now the state has Sandra Bullock and Nikki Sixx and Jeffree Star (Jeffree actually lives IN my town)#to name a few#it chaps my ass any time I find out another celebrity is moving in#fuck you stay out
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