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tintentrinkerin · 3 years

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Rating: Teen and up / PG-13 Pairing: Sam/Dean, Dean jr./original characters Tags: 15.20 (Carry On), coda, character death, mourning sam winchester Summary: Sam mourns Dean’s death, but he carries on. For him. Word count: 1.1k

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Two weeks after Dean's death.

This is Sam's new calendar now. He doesn't care if it's monday, March or Christmas. It's 14 days after Dean died. There's nothing else left for Sam. Only mourning.

Sometimes Miracle won't sleep in Sam's room. He would sit in front of the door to Dean's room whimpering. Sam cries silently, picks him up and carries the dog away. „I know buddy, I miss him too.“ Sam would whisper in the dark empty cold bunker that isn't home anymore.

Carrying on is hard when the person you call home is gone.

Four weeks after Dean's death.

It's not that Sam wouldn't think of suicide. He actually does constantly. There's plenty of material in the bunker to end his life. But he doesn't know where he'd end up. And life without Dean is already hard, how would eternity feel like?

* Sam stops hunting. He knew Dean wouldn't want him. He wanted Sam to fight. But definitely not to hunt. He had done this one last case because Donna had given away Dean's number. But Donna is gone. Jody is gone. Alex. Claire. Sam is the only survivor of this game.

* Sam is pretty sure that Dean would've killed himself when Sam had died in that barn. This thought hurts Sam deeply. He wants to flip a switch. Be like Dean. Go crazy. Sleep around, break things. But that's not Sam. And never will be.

Three months after Dean's death.

Sam knows people. They give him a new identity. He's Sam Campbell now. Not original but it does its deed. Charlie's magical credit card still does magic and Sam gets a new wardrobe. He thinks about applying for jobs, but so far, he doesn't know what to do with the rest of this life.

Six months after Dean's death.

Sam decides he needs therapy. He can still pay with the credit card. It's not that he wants to use it forever, but he's incapable of moving on. Damn, he isn't even able to mourn. He cries sometimes. But there's no one he can talk to. * It's Dean's birthday. Sam has no grave he can visit, no place to mourn. So he mourns in the bunker's kitchen, open bottles, stale burgers and a blackout.

Eightteen months after Dean's death.

It's Sam's birthday. He remembers Mrs. Butters.

Two years after Dean's death.

Sam leaves the bunker. He unplugs the whole thing and sends it back to sleep. He has only used his own room and the kitchen after Dean died and he's sick of being there. It makes him sad, it paralyses him. That's partly the therapy talking but he knows his therapist is right. * Sam is surprised that he gets a job. He's a ranger in a national park in the middle of nowhere. Mostly he looks for lost people, hurt people, dead people. Same for animals. He likes being outside, always moving. It keeps him busy.

He meets his future wife. She is nice, she is desperate and she reminds him of Amelia. She's lost her first and only child in a tragedy at a youth camp. Sam knows she's with him, because she needs someone to hold on to. And Sam is just as lost as her.

Three years after Dean's death.

When the hospital calls, Sam's in his office. She's in labor.

* She's okay with the name Dean. She knows that's the name of Sam's dead brother. She's just happy to have the baby.

Sam starts finding meaning in life again. He leaves a legacy. A legacy that should be Dean's.

Dean Junior is one year old.

Sam is pretty old for a first time father. Almost too late, his wife's friends think. He doesn't listen to the talking of the others. He's there when Dean's first word is „Da“, similar to Sam's first word when he was a toddler. „De.“ * He's a fast learner and soon he can say „Daddy“ and „Mommy“ and „Pie“.

* After the first words, Dean Junior makes his first steps. Sam tears up and it's hard to calm down.

Seeing Dean Junior grow and learn and shape into a young man, these are 18 years for Sam that go by in a blur. The life he just carries on living to make Dean happy, is making him happy.

Miracle dies two days after Dean's seventh birthday. He buries him in the backyard and paints a cross for him.

„Mirucle.“

Dean has his first crush. On his history Teacher. Mister Warren. Dean has his first girlfriend. She looks like Claire and is just as stubborn.

Dean has his first boyfriend. Ricky from art class.

When Dean turns 18, Sam decides to show him the bunker. Tell him about hunting. And finally, talk about his uncle. It's been years since Sam dared to talk about Dean Senior.

Dean Junior is first terrified. He's a gentle soul, but he surely is hunter material, Dean would say. Him and the wife get into arguments, Dean Junior enters a gothic phase. And then gets the anti possession tattoo.

„I'm one of you, dad. I'm a Winchester, I want to learn about hunting. And I want to become a man of letters.“ Sam is so proud, he has no words.

Dean Junior is twenty one.

Sam feels weird. He feels like he can't pee anymore. His sexual function decreases. It's not that he needs and wants sex that much anyway, but he starts worrying.

The doctor's find the reason.

Prostate cancer. Sam at first is horrified. But also... He's over sixty years old now. He has lived a good life. And he's ready to be back with Dean.

He gets chemo and radiotherapy. They cut out his prostate.

He survives.

Dean Junior is twenty eight.

He has built a small hunting network. It's just him and some other survivors of the fight against God. Some of the names are familiar to Sam. He marries his hunter partner Nickie.

Dean Junior is thirty two.

The cancer is back. But this time it's in Sam's bowels.

The doctors talk about relapse and metastases. They offer him chemo, radio, surgery. All that jam. But they also say, „This is stage 4a. High grade.“

Sam isn't stupid. He won't recover from that. He's in his seventies now, his kid is grown up. His wife has already passed. They would just buy him two or three months.

He denies medical procedures. He wants to die at home.

And that's what happens.

Dean Junior is supposed to celebrate his 5 years anniversary with Nickie, but they cancel their plans to be with Sam.

„It's okay to go.“

And Sam knows. It's more than okay.

Honestly, he has waited for the day he truly dies for about 35 years.

When the reaper comes to get Sam's soul, he's crying in joy. „Will you take me to Dean?“, he asks.

The reaper smiles.

#sin is sinning #coda #implied wincest #rating: teen

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deadpanwalking · 4 years

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did tumblr ban u for being too sexy

when i walked in to tumblr headquarters, the officer who was waiting there with my mom to talk to me said “if it isn’t ricky pee pee”

#i have no idea why they deleted me and even less insight into why they restored me #that's how it is on this bitch of a social media platform #anonymous #assbox

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ohtheseboysilove · 4 years

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Can you do a smut with Ben please when reader is a virgin and you and him are best friends since childhood but you come for Christmas holidays to his apartment and he finds out that you are a virgin when you two watch something on Netflix and he offers to help you. You know what I mean. 😂😂😂 Love your writing. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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2235 words. Fluff and smut.

"A hot cocoa for the lady" Ben smiled sweetly and handed your the warm drink. "And a...absolutely cheesy Christmas movie, alright" He shook his head with an amused smile at your choice for the movie but took a seat next to you anyway.

"Thanks Benny" You wrapped the blanket around you tighter and drank a little sip from the delicious sweet drink. "And thanks for letting stay at your place for few days, London is so amazing during winter" You said as looked through the window, small snowflakes falling softly.

"My pleasure, love" Ben winked and patted the sofa, letting Frankie cosily sat between the two of you. "I feel like it had been forever since I saw you"

"True, well London - New York isn’t like that easiest places to visit each other" You chuckled and he nodded, drinking his own hot cocoa.

You and Ben fell in a comfortable silence, both of you watching the movie, only broke with few amused comments.

Until a second scene appears on screen. Nothing too visual but the two lovers were implicitly going at it in a tiny bathroom of a pub. You felt your cheeks grew hotter as the girl moaned excessively loudly and it only made Ben giggled, finding the scene clearly ridiculous.

"This is bullshit, toilet sex is like, the worst thing ever. You don’t have any space and there always someone knocking on the door anyway" He shook his head and threw few pop corns inside his mouth.

You only chucked awkwardly for all answer. How could you know that ? You were still a virgin. 21 years old of pure abstinence. You were a bit embarrassed about that, you knew you shouldn’t be but you were the last of your friends being virgin and sometimes you wondered if something was wrong with you. But there no way you would tell him to your best friend since childhood. He would be shocked. Especially since you remembered he lost his at the young age of sixteen.

Be threw you a curious glance at your lack of answers and his smile grew at your red cheeks.

"Someone seems a bit embarrassed" He grabbed the remote and paused the movie, turning his body to look at you properly. "Is this because you do enjoy bathroom sex ?" The blond teased you, amusement shinning inside his green eyes.

You, on the other end, was mortified. You were a bad liar and he was putting you in a very uncomfortable situation without even knowing it.

"I will not discuss my sex life with you, Benjamin" You cried, buried your face against Frankie’s warm fur, stroking her gently as she snored quietly.

"What ? Come on ! Where not kids anymore, don’t be so embarrassed" He nudged you and you threw him a warning look, earning a chuckle from the blond.

"Don’t wanna talk about it" You sat correctly and stared at the screen, cheeks burning hot.

"Why not ? Are you into really hard kinky stuffs ? Is that why you so embarrassed ?” Damn Ben and his insatiable curiosity, the less you answered, the more he wanted to know. “I’m not one to judge you know, I do like being rough sometimes" He winked at you as you threw your hands in front of your face, trying to find a way to make him drop the subject.

"Ben, please shut up" You mumbled, chewing anxiously your bottom lip.

"Jesus (Y/N), you are not fun" He groaned and rolled his eyes. "Can I at least know who was your first ? I never knew if you had sex or not with this Nathaniel in high school. You were already so secret back there !" Once again his greenish eyes were on you, a little smile curled on his face as he clearly waited for an answer.

"That’s not of you business" You spat and crossed your arms, praying this awful conversation would just stop right now.

"Alright, you don’t leave me any choice..." Suddenly he was tickling you mercilessly, fingers poking your ribs with a smirk.

You were awfully ticklish. In a matter of seconds, you were crying and begging for him to stop, chest burning under the laughing.

“Please Benny ! Stop that !" You tried to kick him but he easily avoided your feet.

"Promise you’re gonna answer my question !"

"Okay ! Everything you want, for fuck’ sake, just stop ! I’m gonna pee myself" You panted and sighed when he finally let you go, wiping a tear from your cheek.

"So ? Nathaniel ? Or this asshole of Ricky ? Please, don’t tell me you slept with Ricky" He chuckled and you swallowed nervously, feeling like maybe you needed to tell the truth to someone.

"I didn’t sleep with Nathaniel or Ricky"

"Glad to heat that, love. So was it an American guy then ?" He smirked and wiggled his brows funnily. "Or someone more exotic ? Perhaps during your spring break in Spain ?"

You scratched your nose, your stomach churning with shame. You took a deep breath, it was just Ben, he wouldn’t make fun of you.

"I...I never...hum" You giggled nervously and he arched a brow, curiously. "I never had sex. Not yet, I mean" Your gaze fell on your chipped nail polish, feeling Ben’s surprise gaze on you.

"You— You’re virgin ?" He repeated, clearly shocked by your words. "But...how ?" He asked incredulously.

"You tell me" You groaned with embarrassment, not looking at him once. "Can we just finish the movie now ?"

He didn’t say anything, simply nodding before pressing play again. The rest of the movie was spent in an awkward silence and now you were regretting you said the truth to Ben. He must think you were some kind of freak.

"Well...I’m gonna...go to bed, it’s late" You murmured as the film ended, barely flashing him a little smile.

You closed the door of your room and sat on the bed, cursing at your stupidity. Why didn’t you keep your mouth shut ? Stupid.

A quick knock on your door made you jumped and an uncomfortable Ben entered your room, hand scratching his red neck.

"I’m sorry for pushing you to tell me about your sex life. I shouldn’t have" He sighed and you shrugged, not sure what to say. "But you know there no need to be ashamed about it, right ?"

You humphed, clearly annoyed by his answer.

"Easy to say, mister every girls wanted to have sex with me in highs school" The blond bit his lips with a little smile. You weren’t wrong about it, Ben had been quite good looking and playing rugby in high school, so he was pretty popular back there. "I thought after high school it would be different but it’s not, it’s even worst. Everyone assumed that I had sex so now I’m just...scared to actually to do it. To do something embarrassing" You confessed and Ben came sit next to you, listening carefully.

"I understand but sex...isn’t such a big deal, yah know ? You just need to be sure and trust the other person..."

"Sure ? Come on, Benny, I’m twenty-one, of course I’m bloody sure I want to have sex !" You exclaimed, face flushing at the desperation in your tone. "When I was young, I stupidly thought that I wanted to be in love or something like that but now, I just want to have sex and stop worrying about being a bloody virgin" You mumbled, fingers playing with the hem of your tee-shirt.

"Then I maybe have a solution for you" He said but he seemed nervous, his pads rubbing his jaw. "You can’t totally say no but don’t take it wrong, it’s just something I thought about" You looked at him suspiciously and nodded slowly, letting him continuing. "I...I can have sex with you, if you want. Before you slap me or anything, I’m just acting as a friend alright ? If you want to just get done with it, I will do it"

"You— You want to have sex with me ?" You murmured incredulously.

"Well, you’re fit. I wouldn’t mind" He shrugged.

"Okay" You blunted after few seconds of silence. Ben was certainly hot and you were both close, maybe it was your best shot. "I’m in"

"Yeah ? Alright, let’s pop that cherry" He joked and you chuckled, feeling a ball of nervousness growing in your belly.

It was actually happening.

"You’re sure you want it ? With me ?"

Ben was fully naked, body resting between your legs after some really nice foreplay, making you ready for him.

"Benny, just fuck me please" You groaned and moved your hips against his length, earning a little whine from the blond. "I waited long enough, come on" You were nervous but also excited to do it, finally understood what was the fuss about sex.

"Alright, missy, I’m gonna take a good care of you" He smirked and gave his cock few pumps before entering you slowly.

It burned. The feeling of his cock stretching your walls wasn’t nice at all. It stung badly but you simply bit your lips, waiting until it went away. Ben was careful and very sweet, apologising every time you whimpered, promising it would be better after.

"I can’t— I can’t believe I’m actually having sex" You giggled breathlessly as Ben’s face was all scrunched, trying his best to not move inside you. "It’s finally happening" You gently patted his cheek, wiping a drop of sweat from his forehead. "Thanks Ben, really"

"Glad I can help" He chuckled but few veins were popping on his neck, clearly into a tense position. You decided to end up his agony and gave a tentative rolling of the hips. "Oh shit" He cursed, eyes closing momentarily as you breathed loudly, that was definitively a new sensation.

"You can move, Benny" You murmured and linked your fingers behind his neck, hooking your legs behind his bum like you saw in movies.

He nodded and pressed a soft kiss on your lips before slamming into you, earning a gasp from your throat.

"Good ?" You shook eagerly your head and wiggled under him, silently asking for more. "You feel so good, Jesus" He buried his face against your neck, biting and licking at your sensitive skin.

"Ben, oh god !" You sighed loudly, fingers tugging at his hairs as he kept ramming inside you, imposing a steady rhythm.

You felt so good and weird at the same time. You thought about your first time for years and it was happening right now. You never imagined Ben would be the one to fuck you first but you certainly weren’t complaining now. He was being attentive to every of your reactions, sponging hot kiss on your collarbone and thumb working on your clit, it felt divine. You didn’t do much, mostly moaning and mistreating his blond locks but he didn’t stop you either.

You came. Harshly. It was nothing like with your vibrator back home. It was much more powerful and intimate, sharing this moment with someone, especially with Ben, it was definitively something else.

"How does that feel, love ?" You cried for all answer and he chuckled before crashing his lips on yours, bruised them from the roughness of the kiss. "Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby ! You’re ready for my cum ?" His hot, raspy voice murmuring right into your ear was doing thing to you, mind dizzy with all these new and wonderful sensation.

"Yes, Ben ! Come in me, please !" You begged and you didn’t know were these filthy words were coming from but Ben seemed to love that as he grabbed your ass, fucking you even deeper. "Holy shit, oh !"

"Bloody hell, babe !" He let out a throaty moan before collapsing on top of you, both of you breathless and smiling. "That was some good sex, Christ" He chuckled at your tired but satisfied features.

"I can’t really compare but yeah, I did enjoy myself" You giggled, your body filled with this delicious feeling of after sex, completely relaxed.

"I’m really happy to hear that" He winked at you and wiped his sweaty forehead against your cheek, making you gasped.

"Ben, piss off ! This is disgusting" You scrunched your nose at the gesture and pushed away from you, rolling your eyes as he laughed, apparently proud of himself. "You’re a pig"

"Poor little thing. You didn’t mind having my dick in your mouth but suddenly a bit sweat is too much for the lady hum ?" He teased you and you felt your cheeks turned red at his crude words.

"Ben ! God, you’re the worst" You let out a little chuckle and pulled the covers above your bare chest, a cold shiver rolling down your spine. "Thanks again, Ben, seriously" You smiled softly and he imitated you, tussling your hairs.

"You’re very welcome, darling. I hope you enjoyed your Christmas present" He smugly said and you snorted loudly.

"You can’t offer me your cock as a present, Benny" You slapped his chest playfully.

"But I just did ! And you weren’t complaining. At all" He gave you a cocky look and you shook your head in amusement. "I should have put a little red bow on it to stay in the Christmas mood"

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #ben hardy smut #christmas prompts

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hsmtmts-fangir1 · 4 years

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Just For A Moment part 5 (Ricky Bowen x Reader)

Masterlist

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / PART 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 /

Y/N has taken Joe to the practices for a couple of days. Today Carlos texted her that they’re doing the blocking for the musical. Y/N walked in as everyone was sitting down. “Why haven’t you started?” Y/N asked Ashlyn. “Long story” Ashlyn replied, making Y/N smile. Nini and EJ were doing the blocking but Nini was acting strange. “What’s going on with Nini?” Y/N asked. “EJ and she were arguing a couple of minutes ago,” Gina answers from behind them. Y/N looked back at her and nodded.

After a very awkward performance. Miss. Jenn spoke up. “Okay freeze.” She stood up “Nini sweetie. This reprise comes at a decisive moment in the story, once your hearts have joined. It’s a love song.” “Were you not getting that?” Nini asked, pointing at her and EJ. “I’d like you to get to his heart without cracking his rib cage.” Miss. Jenn answered. Ricky ran in “Sorry I’m late. My mom caught an earlier flight. Where are we?” Ricky put his stuff down and got up on the stage. “Scene seven” Carlos answered. “Right, I don’t have it. Could I borrow.. ” Ricky spoke but Miss. Jenn stopped him. “You need your script, Ricky. And a pencil. It’s a blocking rehearsal.” Ricky turns to Nini asking her if he could borrow a pencil. But Ashlyn quickly stood up to share her pencil but Miss. Jenn stopped her. “ No, he can’t. When you come to rehearsal, people, you come prepared.”

Just then Natalie came in running.”Was he in your gym locker?” Ashlyn asked, walking up to her. “No, just my cherry lip balm. But it had Elliot’s teeth marks in it.“ Natalie answer sniffling. “I’m sure that wouldn’t hurt him,” Ashlyn replied. “It’s sparkly,” Natalie replied. “Then it’ll be easier to find him. If he smiles.” Seb spoke standing up. Making Y/N more confused as to what was going on. Miss. Jenn spoke up

“Natalie, we feel your pain, but I was just explaining what a constructive rehearsal requires. Focus. And honestly, another day like this and I am showing up with my emotional support coyote.” Ricky spoke up. “Miss. Jenn, I know the scene.” “Would you wait in my office?” Miss. Jenn asked. Ricky walked towards Miss. Jenn office. “Wait, are we done?” Ashlyn asked looking around. ”We are, Ms. Darbus. Take a note. This is what a frustrated drama teacher looks like.” Miss. Jenn pointed towards her face. “Go scoot. Come back when you’re ready to be punctual, park your distractions at the door, and take the work in here seriously.” Miss. Jenn spoke as we all stood up and grabbed our things.

When Y/N and Joe were about to walk outside of the school. Joe told Y/N that he needed to pee. “I think there is a restroom nearby.” Y/N spoke walking towards the near girl’s restroom. “Mommy I don’t like walking into the girl’s restroom. Uncle Gene always says that it’s not good.” Joe pulled Y/N’s hand as they were about to go into the girl’s restroom. “Bubba I know but I can’t walk into the boy’s restroom with you.” Y/N bends down to his eye level.

“I can take him if you want.” Y/N heard Ricky’s voice behind them. Y/N closed her eyes tightly before standing up and turning to Ricky. “Hey you’re playing Troy,” Joe said looking at Ricky. “Yeah, I am,” Ricky smiled at Joe and bent down as you did seconds ago. “I’m name is Ricky” Ricky raises his hand towards Joe. “I’m Joe” Joe shakes his hand smiling. “Nice to meet you little man” Ricky smiled at Joe. “Are you friends with my mommy?” Joe asked. “Umm no but I have seen her around” Ricky answered looking at Y/N. Ricky stood up looking at Y/N. “I know you don’t know me a lot besides that musical but I can take him into the boys’ restroom, help him wash his hands.” Ricky pointed towards the restroom. “I don’t want to bother you,” Y/N replied. “It’s not a bother, “ Ricky said. “Um if Joe wants to then sure.” Y/N looked at Joe, who nodded and quickly took Ricky’s hand.

Joe and Ricky went into the restroom Joe quickly ran into one of the stalls. “Do you need help?” Ricky asked awkward outside of the stalls. “Nope,'' Joe answered by popping the p. “Okay” Ricky whispers under his breath. He heard the flush and Joe came out, smiling. “All done little man,” Ricky asked smiling at Joe’s proud face. “Yes but I need help reaching the sink” Joe walked up to the sink. Ricky quickly raises him up in order for Joe to reach the soap and sink. Once Joe was done, Ricky and Joe shared a high five. They went outside and saw Y/N waiting on one of the benches. “Hey bubba '' Y/N smiled when she saw Joe running up to her. Y/N stood up and grabbed Joe's hand. “Thank you,” Y/N said, looking at Ricky walking beside her. “It’s nothing, '' Ricky answered. “Well, I should be getting home.” Y/N replied smiling at Ricky. Joe smiled and hugged Ricky’s legs. “Thank you.” making Ricky smile and bend down to Joe’s level. “It's nothing bub. It was very nice meeting you” Ricky smiled looking at Joe’s brown eyes reminding him of how own. “Bye” Joe waves grabbing Y/N’s hand and walking away.

Later that night, Eugene was running a fever. So Y/N went out to buy some medicine for him. When she bumps into Ricky skating at the park. “Hey isn’t a bit too late for skating,” Y/N asked Ricky. “Oh yeah, I guess it is” Ricky smiles nervously. “So what have you out here so late at night?” Y/N asked, sitting on one of the ramps, Ricky sat down next to her. “I just don’t want to go home yet,” Ricky confessed. “How come,” Y/N asked. Ricky sighed and looked down on his hands. “My parents are getting a divorce, my mom is moving away ” Ricky answered. “Oh wow” Y/N let out. “I just don’t want to be home,” Ricky spoke. “Understandable.” Y/N replied. “I don’t want to talk about that. How’s Joe?” Ricky said, looking at Y/N. He has found himself smiling at the thought of Joe. “He’s good, asleep” Y/N answered smiling. “So what have you here out at night?” Ricky asked. “My older brother has a fever and I’m out to get some medicine for him.” Y/N answer. “I hope he feels better I guess,” Ricky replied. “Do you want to talk about it?” Y/N asked. “I would rather not,” Ricky answered, shaking his head. “Okay,” Y/N said nodding her head. “How did you feel when you were pregnant with Joe?” Ricky asked. “Why do you want to know?” Y/N asked. “Something to distract me from my parents,” Ricky answered.

It went silent for a moment, “It was scary, I mean how can I have a baby when I felt like I was a baby myself and I hid the nine months.” Y/N answer. “Where’s the dad?” Ricky asked “Not in the picture. “ Y/N answer quickly. Y/N stood up grabbing the bag she was holding. “I should be going home,” Y/N said, she turns around but turns back to Ricky. “Look, Ricky, I know what’s going with your parents is hard but I really think that you should go home. Spend time with your mom before she leaves.” Y/N spoke, Ricky smiled weakly and nodded. Y/N nod and turn to walk home.

#ricky bowen #ricky #ricky bowen x reader #ricky bowen imagines #high school musical the musical the series #high #high school musical #high school musical: the musical ; the series #HSMTMTS #hsm #bowen #school #musical

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 5 years

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Hide And Seek

Gif credit @ratcoven

I hope you all enjoy.

Happy Reading Dollies.

@chriscrosscerulli. @ryansitkowskiswifey. @ilovetaquitosmmmm

"I can handle our kid for a couple hours by myself". Ryan sounded confident.

"There's two of them by the way". Your gaze went to the two children beside you, worry filled their little eyes.

"I knew that". He scoffed.

"Right so I'll be back at six. Don't burn the house down please and watch our kids so they're not on the news".

"We'll be fine".

"Okay". You kissed your kids heads. "If you need me call my number".

"Okay mommy". Your oldest Brodie said. He was seven and a half and your youngest was 2.

"I love you guys". You kissed Ryan and went out the door, leaving.

"So what do you guys want to do"?

"I'm hungry". Dax your two year said rubbing his tummy.

"I can do that. What would you like to eat"?

He thought about for a moment. "Pizza"! He said excitedly. His favorite food was pizza and corndogs.

"It's nine o'clock in the morning". Brodie shock his head. Now he was more like you and Dax was like Ryan.

"You don't have to tell mom it will be our little secret".

Brodie rolled his eyes. Ryan went to the kitchen and heated up the left over pizza for them to eat.

"I can't believe we're eating pizza early this morning". Brodie took a bite.

"You seem to be enjoying it"?

"It's good but mommy wouldn't approve".

"Today is fun day, we can do whatever we want. What do you want to do after eating"?

"Lets play hide and seek". Dax squealed.

"Sure I'll get some of the guys to come and play with us it will be so much cooler".

"This will end badly".

"Stop being a party pooper". Ryan got out his phone and called up Balz, Chris and Ricky they were the only ones available to come out and play.

They showed up and everyone went outside to play. Balz counted as everyone else hid.

"Shh you have to be quiet". Ryan shushed Dax who was about to burst with laughter and give them away. Ryan was rethinking hiding with Dax. It seemed that the adults were having more fun.

"Found you two". Balz screamed running away.

"Dang it". Ryan groaned.

Chris was the last to be found and you think he would be the first since he's so tall.

"Okay everyone hide and I'll count". Ryan covered his eyes. Brodie hid behind the playhouse and Dax decided to go back in the house and hide not making a noise to indicate that he left the back yard.

"Ready or not here I come". Ryan giggled going to find his friends and sons.

"Found you loser". Ryan found Ricky who was hiding behind the bushes.

"You suck". Ricky laughed.

Chris was found hiding behind a tree and Balz hid in a tree he was caught because his phone vibrated. Brodie was the last he would move every time Ryan would come close. He was the master at hiding so he thought. Brodie thought Ryan was gone but he came up behind him grabbing him. Brodie screamed bloody murder. Ryan and the guys laughed their heads off.

"I have to pee". Brodie groaned running to the house.

"We'll take a break and come back out and play". They went inside grabbed something to drink and took a rest. Ryan forgetting that he had two kids.

It was a good thirty minutes before Ryan noticed Dax was gone.

"Dad, where's Dax"?

"What do you mean he's drinking his juice box isn't he"? Ryan looked at the little table where he put juice boxes for Brodie and Dax but there was no Dax.

"Oh shit, anyone see him come in"? Ryan asked the guys they shook their heads.

"Didn't you find him during the game"? Chris wondered.

"No. Oh god he's still hiding out side". Ryan panicked and ran out side searching for him. Him and the guys looked high and low but he was no where to be found.

"How am I going to explain this to Y/N she trusted me and I failed". Ryan frowned with his shoulders slumped.

"Daddy we have to call mommy".

"Okay". Ryan took a deep breath in and dialed your number waiting for you to answer.

"Hello"?

"I lost Dax". Ryan came right out and said it no hesitation.

"What are you talking about? How can you lose a two year old at your own house"?

"We were playing outside and I invited the guys over to play hide and seek and he just disappeared". "I'm sorry".

"Ryan you find my child now! I'm on my way". Your heart beat fast as the panic sat in. Your worst fears came to life.

The drive made you rethink leaving the kids with Ryan but then you thought Ryan was hurting and you yelling at him was not going to make the situation better. He was just trying to have fun it wasn't his fault but he should have kept a better eye on him.

"Ryan, did you find him"? You busted threw the door.

Ryan had called the police and fire department. This must be really serious.

"Where looking everywhere for him ma'am". The police chief told you.

"Did anyone happen to look in his closet? That's his favorite hiding spot".

"We looked he wasn't there".

You hurried to Daxs room looked under his bed and in the clothes hamper. Then you stayed real quiet. You could hear little snores coming from a pile of stuffed animals. Dax had cover himself in all his stuffed toys.

You picked him up gently. "I win". He said softly with a little yawn.

"Yeah Daxy you did". A little sob escaped as you held him tightly sniffing his little neck. The baby smell was still there like when he was born. You would smell his neck every time you were anxious and it would calm you down right then.

Walking out of the room Ryan spotted you coming down the hall he began to sob. Relief washing over him. Brodie ran to you.

"You found him". The guys cheered.

"Where was he"? Ryan came and took Dax from you squeezing him.

"He had a stuffed animal shield covering him. I heard his little snores".

"Dax don't ever do that again. You scared the shit out of daddy". Ryan cupped Daxs face kissing his warm little cheeks.

"I'm sorry daddy".

"Yeah I'm sorry too". Ryan looked at you. You weren't mad you were just scared but everything was back to normal.

"Lets get you a snack and we can play some more".

"Yay". Dax cheered walking with Balz and Brodie to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry I scared you".

"It's okay. I'm just thankful we found him safe and sound".

"Me too". Ryan kissed your lips.

"That is one smart kid. Every time I would hide with him he was a little chatter box but the one time I need him to say something he falls asleep". Ryan laughed.

"He's like his daddy". You giggled.

Ryan and you thanked the police and firemen that came out to help. You also made Dax apologize to everyone. He really scared a lot of people that day.

The rest of the day the band and your family played hid and seek. Ryan made sure he was with Dax even if that meant being found first every time.

#ryan sitkowski x reader #ryan sitkowski imagine #ryan sitkowski #ryan stikowski fanfiction #motionless in white imagine #motionless in white #motionless in white fanfiction #josh balz #ricky olson #ricky horror #chris motionless #happys crazy queen22

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mksc77 · 5 years

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I wish you would write a fic where Sharon & Andy go on a coffee date. Please & thank you!

Thanks so much for the ask, anon! I hope a “nondate” and the fact that the leadup to it ended up taking over is okay, sorry about that. This isn’t where I thought I was going to end up with this at all, but here we are 🤷‍♀️ This prompt was in response to this post, if anyone else is interested :)

Thank you, @spindleofaspinningwheel for making me a little less Tumblr illiterate and showing me how to do the “keep reading” thing so I can stop spamming y’all with long posts :)

When Sharon arrived at the church for Nicole’s wedding, she politely waved off the ushers and slipped into one of the back pews. She watched as the ushers led other guests in once she was seated, and it didn’t take long at all for her to pick out Andy’s son. His eyes and smile were a dead giveaway. Now that she was at the wedding, she was getting nervous about what Andy’s ex-wife and family were going to think about her being there. What the hell had she been thinking when she invited herself to Nicole’s wedding? She did enjoy going to weddings, and her family members, friends’ children, and Emily’s and Ricky’s close high school friends had taken a break on the wedding front lately, so it had been a while since she’d been to one. An evening of a little wine, good music, and dancing had sounded perfect at the time. Sharon had heard bits and pieces of Andy’s and Provenza’s conversations about the wedding, and while she hoped Andy wouldn’t be stupid and skip it for his own sake, her ears had pricked up when she heard Provenza mutter something about not believing Andy was considering passing up a chance to take over the dance floor. She’d never really thought much about Andy, non-work-wise, and the idea of him liking to dance surprised her. She was starting to drive herself crazy, so she finally pushed it to the back of her mind and enjoyed the familiar hymns being played from the organ.

Once the bridal party was in place and everyone followed Nicole’s mom’s lead and stood up as Nicole entered, Sharon sneaked a peek at Andy. He looked happy, and she was glad he’d decided to participate in the wedding. He would’ve regretted it if he didn’t.

When the wedding was over, Sharon ran a couple of errands and took her time getting to the reception. The original plan had been to ride with Andy from the church, but when she thought about the fact that they’d be taking pictures for a while after the service, she’d told him she would meet him at the reception. She wasn’t sure if he’d told anyone yet he was bringing a friend, or if he had, what exactly he had said about her, so she wasn’t trying to hang around the sanctuary. When she arrived at the reception, she draped her wrap over her arm and placed her keys in her clutch. The temperature had dipped below 70 degrees, and the outdoor venue would probably get a little chilly once the sun went down.

Sharon felt a little awkward walking into a sea of total strangers, but she ran into one of her college friends on her way to the bar. They hadn’t completely lost touch over the years, but they’d seen each other less and less as they grew older and gradually built new lives for themselves.

“Jill!” Sharon approached her from behind and lightly grabbed her arm.

“Wha—Sharon!” Jill set her drink down on a nearby table and gave her a hug. “I didn’t know you knew Nicole and Dean.”

Sharon shook her head. “I don’t, really. I work with Nicole’s dad, and they’ve had some drama over the wedding this week. He didn’t want to come at all, and he was still nervous when he did decide to come. I’m not sure what the hell I was thinking when I offered to come with him.”

Jill raised an eyebrow. “Are you guys—“

“No, we’re not dating. Andy’s ideal woman is about half my age, and you know good and well I couldn’t care less about dating.”

Jill shrugged. “It’s just as well. The older you get, the more you realize that if you want to get off, you’ll likely have to do it your damn self, anyway. You, my friend, need a drink.”

“Jill!” Sharon laughed helplessly. She hadn’t changed one bit. “What are you drinking? That looks pretty good.”

“I’m not sure, but it’s too good to be anything but trouble—rum and…something. It’s not as fruity as it it looks. They have pitchers of it at the bar.”

Sharon got a drink and went with Jill to find her husband. “How do you know Nicole and Dean?”

“Dean’s parents have lived next door to us since he was about three. He and my boys were close in age, and he practically lived at our house growing up. My brats are around here somewhere, we’ll find them later.”

By the time Andy arrived, Sharon was a couple of drinks in, and she’d made the wise decision to switch to wine. She knew she should slow down, but she figured they’d be dancing later, and she would stop then. The pleasant weather and the good music playing had made those first couple of drinks go down a little too fast. With trying to wrap the case earlier that day, she hadn’t eaten much lunch, so she was compensating now with a plate of hors d’oeuvres. Dinner was served soon after that, and then the band began to play.

After the traditional first dances were complete, Andy grabbed Sharon’s hand and led her to the dance floor. She loved to dance, but she usually needed a little liquid courage, especially this early when not many others had ventured to the dance floor yet. Andy clearly needed nothing of the sort. He guided her around with sure and steady arms, and dear god she had missed this.

With other girls I've wantedI've made it just a momentWith you I'll share each dayNow I know you've heard about meBad things about me, baby, please let me explainOh, I have kissed a fewI tell you, a few have kissed me tooI guess I'm just a stubborn kind of fellowGot my mind made up to love you

“Eyes up here, Andy,” Sharon playfully chided when she caught his gaze drifting a little lower than it should. Her breasts did look damn good in this dress, if she did say so herself.

“Oh! I wasn’t—I was—uhh…Sorry.” Sharon giggled at the guilty expression on his face. The music slowed down a couple of songs later, and Andy pulled back from Sharon, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. “Want to take a break?”

Sharon moved a little closer to him. “Maybe after this one…Unless you need to go talk to any of the guests?”

Andy shook his head. “No, I just didn’t want to keep you from anything. I wasn’t expecting you to know anyone here.”

“I wasn’t, either. Jill and I have been friends since college, and Dean grew up next door to her and her husband. Small world, isn’t it?”

She's got a way about herI don't know what it isBut I know that I can't live without herShe's got a way of pleasin'I don't know what it isBut there doesn't have to be a reasonAnyway

She's got a smile that heals me

I don't know why it isBut I have to laugh when she reveals meShe's got a way of talkin'I don't know what it isBut it lifts me up when we are walkin'Anywhere

The next song was a little after their time and had drawn Nicole, her bridesmaids, and a few other guests who were clearly friends of hers to the dance floor, so Sharon and Andy took that as their cue to leave for the time being. Andy got stopped by someone to talk, and Sharon snagged Jill. “I have to pee. Come with me?”

“Okay, I could go, too.” Jill give Andy a sidelong appreciative look as they walked by him. “I didn’t pay him much attention during the wedding, but he is hot.”

“Stop!” Sharon insisted. “He’s one of my lieutenants, I don’t think of him like that!”

“How could you not?! And did you see the way he was looking at you?”

Sharon rolled her eyes. “And how exactly was that?”

“Like you were sex on a plate.”

“He was not!”

When they were finished in the restroom, Jill watched Andy out of the corner of her eye as they walked by him again. “You’re out of your mind. He just looked at you like he would take you right here if there weren’t other people around.”

“Whatever. I’m getting more wine.”

A little while later, after being on and off of the dance floor, Sharon found that she was enjoying being with Andy more and more. Whether it was Andy, specifically, or a man she was having fun with, in general, that she was enjoying, she didn’t know, but that determination would have to wait until the next day. Maybe she’d give her friends the green light to start setting her up again after the situation with Rusty was resolved. For now, slowly swaying in Andy’s arms felt wonderful, but she’d have to wait until she was a little more sober to convince herself that this wouldn’t be a good idea.

Sharon was feeling drowsy after a while, and she couldn’t keep her words from slurring as she talked to Andy. She noticed that the band was packing up and that people seemed to be leaving, which was odd. It seemed like they’d just eaten dinner. Andy was laughing, and she suddenly had the feeling that he was laughing at her. She forgot all about that suspicion when she shivered from the cool air, and he draped his jacket over her shoulders. “I think it’s time to go. Is that your, um, bag?” Andy asked, nodding at her clutch lying on a nearby table.

“It’s a clutch,” Sharon corrected him. She swayed a little as she broke away from Andy to get it. Oh, shit, she was drunk. She didn’t realize just how bad it was until she tried to move by herself.

“Well, excuse me,” Andy responded good-naturedly.

Sharon had a feeling that she was forgetting something, but she pushed it out of her mind and let Andy lead her to his car. He opened the passenger door and helped her in, which, unfortunately, was absolutely necessary. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this drunk. Her stomach lurched suddenly, and, in a panic, she leaned back out and threw up right at Andy’s feet. “Oh, my god, Andy, I’m so sorry. I haven’t done that in years.”

Andy patted the top of her head and slowly stroked his fingers through her hair for a few moments. “It’s all right, you’re fine. I’ll go see if I can find you some water. I’ll be right back.”

Andy returned a few minutes later after cleaning his shoes off and handed Sharon a bottle of water. After she took a few sips, he wiped her cheeks and mouth with a dampened cloth he’d snagged from the caterers that were still cleaning up. “Did it get anywhere else?” He asked, cleaning a spot on her dress before checking her hands and shoes.

Sharon shook her head. She just wanted to go home, crawl into her bed, and die from mortification. Andy tossed the cloth in a nearby garbage can, made sure Sharon was buckled in, and drove away.

Andy could tell Sharon was embarrassed, and he patted her arm. “Don’t worry, Sharon. You know very well that I’m in no position to judge for this. I’m honestly glad to see you let loose a little. I just hate that you’ll feel like shit tomorrow.”

“Ughhhhh.” Sharon found Andy’s CDs, dug her glasses out of her clutch, and started looking through his collection. “Ooh, this looks good!” She slipped a Motown CD into the CD player and started singing along, seeming to have gotten a second wind. “Maybe you’ll wanna give me kisses sweet, but only for one night and no repeat. And maybe you’ll go away and never call, and a taste of honey is worse than none at all...”

They arrived at the condo a little while later, and Sharon didn’t notice where they were or that the car had stopped. She was still performing. “I try so hard, hard to be patient, hoping you’ll stop this infatuation...”

Andy got out and opened her door. “All right, Diana, I think you can give the Supremes a rest. We’re here.”

Sharon looked startled when she realized they were at the condo. “Oh! That was fast.”

Andy took her clutch from her and offered his hand. “Come on, I’ll help you upstairs.”

Sharon wanted to decline, but she wasn’t even sure she could find her own condo in this state, much less unlock her door. Her mind was foggy, and she couldn’t put a coherent thought together, other than the fact that she urgently needed to find a restroom. “‘Kay. Have to pee.”

Andy had only been to the condo a couple of times when she’d had the team over for Christmas and some other occasion, but he remembered there being restrooms in the lobby. He led her to the ladies’ room and got her keys out of her clutch while he waited. He started to worry when Sharon didn’t return a couple of minutes after he heard a toilet flush, and he was debating peeking into the ladies’ room. When he heard a banging noise from inside, he tapped on the door and partially pushed it open. “Hey, Sharon? I’m coming in, okay?”

“Stupid water won’t turn on,” Sharon muttered. She was standing in front of one of the sinks and irritably hitting the spigot. “What the hell is wrong with this damn thing?”

Andy chuckled. “I’ll help you with that.” He gently pulled her hands away and held one of his hands in front of the motion sensor. “These are annoying…There you go.”

“Thank you.” After Sharon washed her hands, they went to the elevator. Rusty was lying on the couch and watching a movie when they got upstairs, and he sat up when he heard them coming inside. He noticed Sharon’s hazy demeanor and clumsy movements, first thing. “Sharon?! What’s wrong? What happened—“ His first suspicion was that she was drunk, but he’d only seen her drink more than a couple of glasses of wine a few times before, and even then, it wasn’t nearly enough for this.

“It’s okay, honey. M’tired.” Sharon looked at Andy. “Come pick me up in the morning to get my car, and I’ll buy you coffee after.”

Andy shook his head. “I’ll take you to get your car, or you can give me your keys, and Provenza and I can—“

“No, Andy, m’buying you coffee,” Sharon insisted.

“Okay, okay…You’re the boss.” Andy finally agreed after going back and forth a few times. He looked around. “You, uh, need help with anything?” Not that he was about to help her change clothes or anything, but he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Fine. Thanks, Andy. Sorry.”

“No worries. See you in the morning, about 10:00. We’ll need to get your car before 11.” Andy awkwardly stood near Sharon for a few moments before just saying goodbye to them and leaving.

Sharon said goodnight to Rusty, brushed her teeth, and did a minimal wipe over her face with a makeup wipe, which she only did in lieu of a more lengthy cleansing and moisturizing routine on nights she was really tired. There was a basket of clean laundry waiting to be folded on the chair in her bedroom, so she found a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants to put on and collapsed into bed.

The next morning, she woke up to go to the bathroom before dawn. Her head was pounding, and her mouth tasted like something had crawled inside of it and died. The hell did she do last night?! She padded down the hall to the kitchen for some Advil, and seeing her clutch on the counter reminded her of Nicole’s wedding. Bits and pieces of the night before started coming back to her. Fuuuuuuuuck, she’d been highly overserved. She got a couple of pills and washed them down with water, then opened the refrigerator to find something to remedy the putrid taste in her mouth. She didn’t know where the ginger ale and Gatorade she found had come from, but the sight was like a miracle to her dry throat and churning stomach. She got one of each without bothering to get a glass for either and went back to bed. Her phone was dinging as she climbed back under the covers, and she saw a text from Jill. Do you feel like something kicked the crap out of you and left you for dead, or is that just me? I’m hungover like a walrus.

Sharon unlocked her phone and tapped out a response. The goal here is NOT to vomit, but thanks for that image. Not just you. I feel like death warmed up. Wine never does this to me, what the hell? Not that she had any idea of how many glasses she’d had, she’d lost count after the second glass, but still.

Whatever those fruity drinks were must’ve been loaded. I haven’t gotten plastered like that in a long time. John practically had to carry me inside. Now he’s sleeping like a baby, and I want to kill him.

Sharon had forgotten about the drinks she’d had at the beginning of the reception. Jill was probably right. Oh, yeah, I forgot about those. I hope Andy didn’t have to carry me, but I don’t remember much about coming home.

I thought you guys weren’t dating?

Sharon rolled her eyes. We’re not, he just brought me home, because I was clearly in no shape to get myself here…Ugh, I just remembered announcing that I had to pee right when we got home last night. Nice.

From the way he was looking at you last night, he probably even thought that was hot!

Stop it! I’m going back to sleep. Talk to you later. Sharon put her phone back on her nightstand and passed right back out, not waking again until Rusty was shaking her shoulder a few hours later. “Hey, Sharon, Flynn’s here.”

“Hmm kay,” Sharon muttered, not opening her eyes or processing what he was saying. She sat up long enough to get a sip of ginger ale and lay back down.

“Sharon, Flynn’s here. Something about your car.”

“Damn it.” Sharon sat back up. Her headache was a little better, but whether her stomach was going to behave and keep everything where it should be was anyone’s guess. “Tell him I’ll be there in a minute.”

Rusty wrinkled his nose. “Ew, Sharon, might want to brush your teeth first.”

“Good plan.” Sharon tugged at Rusty’s arm and indicated for him to sit on her bed. “You okay? I’m so sorry about last night. That rarely happens, I promise.”

Rusty shrugged. “Hey, as long as you’re not yelling at me or letting boyfriends do stuff to me, I don’t really care what you drink…Nice pajamas, by the way.”

Sharon looked down at herself. She hadn’t paid attention to what she was wearing, but now she could see that the t-shirt and pajama pants she was wearing belonged to Rusty. And the t-shirt was on backward. “Are you kidding me? We’ll talk some more when I get back, okay? This shouldn’t take long, and I’ll pick up lunch on the way home.”

“What, no mass?” Rusty asked, feigning surprise.

“Absolutely not. Father Stan would take one look at me and call an exorcist.” Sharon kissed Rusty’s cheek. “Be back soon.”

“For the love of god, Sharon, please go brush your damn teeth.”

“I am, I am.” Sharon stumbled into the bathroom and gave her appearance an appraising look. She hadn’t done the best job of removing her makeup the night before, and she had eyeshadow creased on her eyelids and mascara smudged under her eyes. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and put on just enough makeup to mask how awful she felt at the moment. Or to try to mask it, anyway. Jesus Christ, she was never drinking again. Her hair was flat and frizzy, so she brushed it back and clipped it up before changing clothes. She wasn’t one to go out in public in yoga pants and a t-shirt unless she’d been working out and it was necessary, but having anything more restrictive around her waist than that wasn’t happening. She’d salvaged her appearance as much as she could without keeping Andy waiting too long, so she went to the living room.

Andy looked up when he heard her coming down the hall. “I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you to call me back, but your car will get towed if we don’t pick it up before 11:00.”

Sharon looked at her phone and saw the missed calls for the first time. “That’s okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t hear my phone.” She got a fresh ginger ale from the refrigerator, knowing the car ride wasn’t going to be ideal for keeping her nausea at bay. “Are you responsible for these?”

Andy nodded. “I stopped and got a couple of things on the way here last night. I knew you wouldn’t be feeling great when you woke up.”

“Thank you. I can’t tell you how happy I was to see that this morning.” Sharon stuck her clutch in her purse, not taking the time to transfer the few items it held back to it, and followed Andy out the door.

The ride to the venue was quiet, with Sharon taking slow breaths and concentrating on not throwing up everywhere. “Do I need to pull over?” Andy asked after Sharon started gagging.

“Don’t...think so. Okay, I’m good. I actually feel a little better. I am entirely too old for this...If you utter a word about this to anyone, then your on-call schedule will get really inconvenient really quickly.”

Andy patted her hand. “It was a tough week, and you didn’t sleep or eat much. I’m not surprised the alcohol sneaked up on you as quickly as it did. I won’t say a word, I promise.” The same CD from the night before was playing, and the last few songs weren’t great, so he skipped through them and let it play from the beginning.

Sharon tilted her head. “Did they play this song at the reception last night?” Andy shook his head. Sharon looked confused. “I swear I heard it last night.”

Andy grinned. “Oh, you did. You put that CD in when we left, and—“

“Oh, no, I was singing, wasn’t I?” Sharon grimaced as fuzzy bits and pieces of the ride home came back to her.

“You streaked through the dance floor, and you’re worried about a little singing?”

“Andy!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. No, it was fun. Stop worrying about it, you were fine.” Andy was quite familiar with the “oh shit what did I say or do last night” feeling that always surfaced after a night where some details were lost. “All right, here we are.” He pulled into the venue and stopped beside Sharon’s car.

Sharon looked down at the now mostly-empty space where the reception had been held. “I think I left my wrap, I’m going to go see if it’s still there.”

“Is that what this thing’s called?” Andy asked, retrieving an item from his back seat.

“Yes, that’s it. Thank you.”

“There’s a coffee shop not far from here that has good breakfast, if you’re interested,” Andy said. “You might want a little grease and coffee before you’re in the car again for too long.”

Sharon agreed, thinking that some food would calm her stomach down a little, got the information from Andy, and met him there. The coffee shop was a little busy, so they opted to sit outside. The shaded porch and gentle breeze kept it from being too hot. “The bacon, egg, and cheese croissant is a godsend for a hangover,” Andy suggested as Sharon looked over her menu. “According to Provenza, anyway.”

“That does sound good,” Sharon agreed. “I’m so sorry, Andy. This isn’t what I had in mind when I offered to go with you last night, I promise.”

“I know. I’m just glad I went. If you hadn’t convinced me to go, I probably would’ve ruined the progress I’ve made with Nicole and Drew.”

Sharon raised her eyebrows. “I convinced you?”

Andy rolled his eyes. “Please, Sharon, I heard Provenza telling you I was ‘being an ass’ about the wedding...Which, I was. But I know that’s why you got me to go with you to speak with the victim’s parents.”

Sharon knew she was caught. “Well, you just needed a little perspective.”

Andy nodded. “I certainly got it. And thank you. I’d be kicking myself to hell and back right now if I hadn’t gone last night. Cleaning a pair of shoes and a couple of rides to your condo was a small price to pay.”

“Cleaning your shoes—oh, my god!” Sharon’s hand flew to her mouth as she remembered. “Seriously, Andy, I never do that...” She looked at him with an embarrassed smile. “Why did you even come back this morning? Rusty could’ve taken me to get my car...Even though I doubt I would’ve made it by 11:00 and would’ve panicked when it wasn’t there.”

Andy shrugged and gave her a crooked grin. “Because you did me an enormous favor last night, and I know you were in an awkward position. And...You asked me to.”

“Oh, yeah, I did, didn’t I?” Sharon pressed her forehead into the heel of her hand. “I feel like I’m in college, trying to fill in the blanks from the night before with my roommates.”

“You held yourself together pretty well,” Andy assured her. “I didn’t really realize how drunk you were until right before we left. We managed to avoid Sandra for most of the night, Drew managed to avoid us, and I’d be surprised if Nicole remembers much. She had a pretty good time, herself, so there’s no trauma, there...Nicole really liked you, by the way.”

“She did?”

Andy nodded. “I don’t think she expected me to be...friends with someone like you.”

Sharon didn’t know what to say, and she was relieved when their food arrived. She ate slowly, and by the time most of her food was gone, she was starting to feel slightly better. Andy had been finished with his for several minutes, and he couldn’t help but steal long glances at her as he waited for her to finish eating. Her relationship with everyone on the team had slowly grown more friendly in the last year, but seeing her so casual, not perfectly fixed up, and, well, human-like was a surprise to him. Almost as surprising as it had been to have such a great time with her the night before. They’d liked all of the same songs, and he’d loved how it felt to have her in his arms...No. No. Fifteen different kinds of hell no, he couldn’t start thinking about her this way.

A few minutes later, Andy took the check before Sharon could react. “Andy, no, I’m paying.”

“No, let me. You have no idea how much you helped me last night. Please.” Andy quickly counted out some cash and gave the tab back to the server. “I don’t need change, thanks.”

Defeated, Sharon put her wallet back in her purse. “I was supposed to be buying you coffee, how did that turn into you buying me coffee and breakfast?” She looked at her watch. “Oh, my, I’ve got to get home. I haven’t even looked at my phone, Rusty’s probably been blowing it up about lunch.”

“I should get going, too.” Andy walked Sharon to her car. “You feeling a little better?”

Sharon nodded and fished her keys out of her purse. “After a little more Advil and a couple of hours on the couch, I’ll be fine. You were right, that croissant worked wonders.”

“Good. This was fun. Um, maybe we could, uh, do this again sometime?” Andy awkwardly suggested. “As friends.”

“That was fun,” Sharon agreed. “Um, sure. As friends. And minus the hangover.”

Andy grinned. “Only if you’ll sing like that sober. I’m gonna need to see that performance again.”

“Andy!”

#major crimes #major crimes fanfiction #shandy #mikuscfanfic

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migleefulmoments · 5 years

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“I guess she chose the dress to show off her new ink. What a fool.” Lmao the only fool here is Abby. The tattoo isn’t new. If it was it would be peeling etc. she’s had it a while I would say.

Yep...new ink is red and raised and then it peels for awhile and it looks well healed at Coachella in April.

She didn’t wear the dress to show off the tattoo, she wore a dress and it happened to show off the tattoo. Abby is angry because she didn’t notice it before. She takes her stalking very seriously and truly believes she knows everything about Darren and Mia. So this sipping through the cracks, going unnoticed for months is something she cannot comprehend. She has made many comments in the last year or so about getting up in the middle of the night “to pee” and checking her phone to see what Darren is doing. She talked about why she stalks the social of all of the people that are around Darren including Lulu, Fox, TSG, Ricky, Ashley, the StarKids, Chuck, Mia, and Fetus Miarren when so many of them just make her angry. Her rationale is that she has to stay informed. Basically she can’t monitor the situation unless she knows everything. That’s a pretty big list of socials to constantly check, but she also keeps an eye on the tags in order to find all of the random Darren fan sightings. She stalks him so closely so that she always knows where he is and who he is with. But it also gives her the impression that she knows everything in his life, that she understands him and is privy to his thoughts and decisions. So when something comes up that she missed or didn’t know about she feels left out, betrayed, confused and anxious. F

or instance, we all knew he went to Mexico with his team but we had no idea the he filmed the Taco Bell commercial. Most of us said to ourselves “Oh, cool commercial. That’s what he was in Mexico for”. Abby, on the other hand, raged about everything she could think of, from the commercial itself to the fact it wasn’t leaked, that his team was there, that it wasn’t prestigious enough, and on and on. I suspect the real issue was that she was blind sided.

The other thing about the tattoo is that it’s just another in a long list of “clues” that make it harder and harder to scream “Darren hates Mia” or “Mia is a beard”. Sadly, this isn’t going to get easier as we have been saying for years now- but especially since the wedding. Darren and Mia have decided the path of their relationship and that path includes doing everything they possibly can as a couple. She will be with him at most of his events, she will travel with him most of the time, she will be there by his side everywhere the ccers turn.

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American Gods 2x05 “The Ways of the Dead” Review

This was one heavy episode, fam. Written by Rodney Barnes, the fifth episode sees Shadow learning the ways of the dead with the help of Mr. Ibis and Mr. Nancy at the funeral parlor in Cairo. Like almost everything about this show, he isn’t learning about it in the most straightforward of ways because who has ever been straightforward with Shadow in his life? That way of living just doesn’t simply exist in this universe. We also see Mad Sweeney and Laura embarking on their own adventure to New Orleans for some voodoo practice. Oh yeah, and Mr. Wednesday is as elusive as ever and he’s trying to be a wingman to Salim and the Jinn because there doesn’t appear to be any happiness in paradise on that front at the moment.

So this episode starts with a sequence of events from yesteryear. Trigger warning for those that need it: a black man is being lynched for, what appears to be, the death of a white woman. His body is then shot at, kicked, prodded, and dragged in the dirt. It’s all incredibly demeaning and gross. This all, however, appears to be an incredibly powerful dream of Shadow’s. He wakes up, naked, with the cat meowing in his ear. (Remember last episode, y’all? How many repeat performances is Shadow going for?) He makes his way to the mirror and he grabs the shaving razor and holds it to his throat. He looks at himself in the mirror and sees his head surrounded in flames. Shadow manages to release the razor and is greeted by the dead man from his dreams. Just like a ghost, the man vanishes, but Shadow is still very clearly shaken. Can Shadow just have one night’s rest, PLEASE?

Looking for answers, he heads downstairs and is met with Wednesday peeing on a plant, chanting. Not a sight one wants to see first thing in the morning. Anyways, Wednesday kind of brushes off Shadow’s assistance for the day, telling him he has places to go and people to see by himself. I can only imagine how frustrated Shadow must be feeling. He knows he’s needed by Wednesday, but Wednesday has a habit of just pushing him to the side and not being as forthcoming as he should be. Wednesday leaves Shadow with Mr. Ibis for the day and, honestly? This is the best storyline of the episode.

A young black man, who we learn is named Jamarr Goodchild (Percy Anane-Dwumfour), crosses paths with Mr. Nancy on his way to a drug dealer’s house. He gets a small packet of a white, powdery substance and, as he’s leaving the house, a cop busts him. He ends up swallowing the packet and makes a run for it. At a deadend street, he comes face-to-face with the very same man that Shadow saw that morning, except it’s just his head on a stake covered in flames. While completely paralyzed in fear, the boy is wrestled to the ground and arrested by the cop that was chasing him.

The boy ends up on Mr. Ibis’ table with cuts and lesions all over his body with the reason for death being an opioid overdose. The marks all over this boy’s body resembled those of the man in Shadow’s dream. Mr. Ibis tells the story of Will James (Warren Belle), a black man who had the unfortunate encounter of crossing paths with a white woman, who later ended up dead. All the witnesses to this encounter (i.e. white people) went to the sheriff and, from there, Will was hanged, shot, beheaded, and his body desecrated. “Memento mori” is what Will utters to the men he shows himself to. “Remember that you have to die.” It’s a death sentence to these black men.

If the name “Goodchild” rung a bell, you’d remember that Ruby Goodchild (Mouna Traoré) was mourning her grandmother in the last episode. Jamarr was her brother. She had lost two family members in a matter of days. The only reason why Jamarr went to the drug dealer’s house was because he had lost his grandmother and was in mourning. We catch up to Ruby back at the funeral parlor as Mr. Ibis is putting together Jamarr’s body. Ruby’s chatting with her preacher, Reverend Hutchins (Glynn Turman). Ruby had been wanting to leave Cairo with Bilquis, but the reverend and Bilquis believe grief is clouding her judgement. (Can I just say that I love Bilquis and her quest to learn more about companionship between people and their faith?) Ruby is losing her faith due to her loss, that much is very clear to see.

Mr. Nancy makes his entrance during storytime between Mr. Ibis and Shadow and Shadow ends up leaving because Mr. Nancy always finds a way to piss him off. Once it’s just the two gods, Mr. Nancy accuses Mr. Ibis of purposefully killing his worshippers in that town because, you see, Mr. Ibis seems to have a steady income of dead black people. Mr. Ibis and Will James working together in that way.

When Shadow ventures out to cool off, he gets some one-on-one time with Will James. Will worships death. He sees it as a sweet release from his brutal death at the hands of white people. As Mr. Ibis was telling Shadow during storytime, Will felt abandoned by his own people when he was dying. Will ends up possessing Shadow. He tells Shadow, “You are unlucky. You are unloved. Walk with my burden. When you share it with the world, I will release you.”

Shadow returns to the funeral parlor right at the end of the Reverend's sermon for Jamarr. There’s a literal flicker in Shadow’s eyes that prove that it’s actually Will James who is speaking. Ricky Whittle does some of the best acting of the series this episode. His whole body is no longer Shadow. He is a man possessed. Shadow goes on to say that he once believed that death overpowered life. Now, he looks into the soul of death and welcomes it. “Memento mori.”

We catch up with a drunken mess of a Mad Sweeney in New Orleans. Laura has caught up to him and I absolutely cannot stand this storyline, but I’ll do my best to get through it. They go looking for Sweeney’s voodoo friends who can help bring life back to Laura Moon and Sweeney can get his lucky coin back. That’s all it is. That’s all it should be. That’s all it’s apparently not going to be. We’re introduced to the lovely Maman Brigitte (Hani Furstenberg) and Baron Samedi (Mustafa Shakir), the most lively of guest stars this episode has to offer.

Food and drink is offered to Sweeney and he seems to be having a grand time, surrounded by lovely women. Laura is shown on her own in the crowded bar where Maman Brigitte and Baron Samedi reside. I’m having an awfully difficult time actually believing that this show wants us to see Sweeney and Laura as having a romantic connection. These two have been nothing but toxic to each other since they’ve met. Sure, we’ve seen Sweeney grow softer towards Laura, but has Laura returned the gesture? Not that I’ve seen. She still won’t do us all a favor and just give Sweeney his coin back. Sweeney feels responsible for Laura’s death. Mr. Wednesday and he played a part, but Laura was just as negligent in her life as she is in her death. She played her part too. She was destined to die and I wish she had just stayed dead, or at least her part was just as miniscule as it was in the book.

When the crowd leaves the bar, that’s when the foursome can finally sit and talk about why they are all there. Maman Brigitte knows Laura is just as much of a cheater as her Samedi is. I don’t know why Laura has the nerve to look insulted at that. The facts are that she did cheat on her husband and she died while committing adultery. Brigitte seems to not mind Samedi’s cheating ways because, at the end of the day, Samedi worships her even when he’s fucking other women. I think that is...so gross. I will never have any sympathy for Laura’s plight, yet everyone seems just fine with it. Laura hasn’t even really apologized to Shadow for cheating on him with his best friend. Samedi kindly informs Laura that she betrayed Shadow when she told him she loved him the first time, not believing she meant it at all. You know what? Thinking back to “Git Gone” in Season 1, I can definitely see that. Laura was just drifting through life. She was dead behind the eyes before she was even close to dying. She had an apathetic way of living.

Anyways, Samedi cannot resurrect Laura yet. He brews some kind of remedy, but is still missing an ingredient. He needs “blood infused with love”, whatever that means. It’s the closest Laura has gotten to life yet and it’s still just out of reach. Samedi asks for truth as payment. He asks what she will do with this second chance at life. Instead of answering, they start hooking up. While Samedi and Laura are getting hot and heavy inside the bar, Maman Brigitte and Mad Sweeney get hot and heavy outside. It’s the weirdest paralleling sex scene I have yet to witness, especially when it actually stops paralleling. In a show that has had nothing but creative sex scenes, you’d think this one was pretty normal, by comparison. Well, it was at first. Through magic and a sex haze, Maman Brigitte and Laura switch partners. (Keep in mind the two parties were in different locations.) In some sort of mindmeld, Laura and Sweeney ended up fucking each other. They knew what was happening and they still went with it.

I don’t know if this ship is sailing or not because they are still as toxic as ever and that’s proven by their behavior the morning after the sexcapades. One thing is for certain, Laura and Sweeney got played. Laura is accusing Wednesday and Sweeney of continuously fucking her over and that Sweeney is just Wednesday’s little errand boy and whore. Well, honey, Sweeney actually hates Wednesday. He doesn’t work for him, but he does owe him. These gods have an alliance to each other and hold each other accountable. If one owes another a favor, they stay true to that bond. There’s something admirable about that.

While all this is going on, Wednesday catches up to the Jinn and Salim. The Jinn and Salim were discussing Salim’s devout faith to his god. Without fail, it seems as if Salim never misses a prayer. The Jinn seems perturbed by it. He doesn’t fully understand what Allah has done for Salim to be so devout to the monotheistic god. In a world that has shown Salim that there are many gods, why is Salim so devout to just the one? As a strong Muslim, Salim quotes the first pillar of Islam, “There is no god, but one God.” This seems to be a never-ending conversation between the two that seems to leave the Jinn feeling frustrated.

Luckily, that’s when Wednesday makes his boisterous entrance. The Jinn and Salim have brought Odin his spear and they are now off to see the King of the Dwarves, Alviss (Lee Arenberg). Alviss has no interest in joining Wednesday’s war. Wednesday tries to bribe Alviss with the offer of fixing up his spear. Alviss knows he’s the best forger amongst the dwarves. However, he points out that it’s the runes on the spear that need work. For that, Wednesday will need to find Dvalin. A quick google search shows that Dvalin is the one who introduced rune writing to the dwarves. Needing to regroup, the trio split up and head to Cairo. Wednesday takes Betty and the Jinn and Salim are back on the motorcycle and sidecar.

The episode ends with Wednesday back in the funeral parlor with Mr. Ibis, Mr. Nancy, and Shadow. Shadow is no longer possessed and he’s mad. He wants to know what happened to him. He wants to know what Will James wanted with him. The three gods play it off and continue joking. They never give Shadow a straight answer. They continue to play with Shadow and his thoughts and emotions and that’s a really hard thing to see. Shadow keeps getting pulled back and forth by these gods. He must be exhausted.

Some thoughts on the episode:

I’ve got to say: I really hate how much they hang black men on this show. First Shadow and now this man, Will James.

I very much love just how diverse this show is. I can’t recall another drama like this one growing up. There’s quite a few out now, but I’m most proud of this one.

Mr. James, I assure you that Shadow is VERY much loved.

If I said it once, I’ll say it a million times: Just kill off Dead Wife already.

I could watch hours upon hours of just Shadow, Ibis, and Nancy just shooting the shit.

I want Bilquis to take Ruby under her wing.

Mr. Wednesday was extremely aloof this episode and I kind of love that careless attitude (when it’s not directed at Shadow).

Ricky Whittle is a talented son of a bitch and I stan Shadow Moon to the moon and back.

American Gods airs Sundays at 8/7c on Starz.

Sarah’s episode rating: 🐝🐝🐝🐝

#American Gods #The Ways of the Dead

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raising-robin · 5 years

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23 Weeks 3 days

Well I cant even remember my last update. I believe it was probably when I found out that we were having a little boy. Since then its been a tough couple of weeks. Mainly because as much as I love being pregnant I have found it emotionally and physically exhausting. Physically I’m having to deal with the changes that are happening to my body. With my belly growing what seems to be every day and it stopping me from being able to do the things I am so use to doing has hit me hard. I’m exhausted most of the time as i’m getting very little sleep most nights. If I do sleep its broken by the constant need to get up to pee. So that in turn makes me emotional and not going to lie cranky. I’m struggling with going to work full time and working 40 hour weeks. I’m struggling to do my job but at the same time don't want to give up. I love my job and getting the help people but its emotionally and physically draining me. On top of my body changing I find myself looking in the mirror and not recognising who is looking back at me. The light seems to have died down in my eyes and I find myself questioning who I am now. I know this is probably completely normal. They say having a baby changes the way you look at yourself and who you are as a person. So I guess being in the stage of pregnancy where I am changing but have nothing to show for it is hard for me to figure out who I am as a person now. I’ve never been overly body conscious but I find myself not liking how my body looks. Clothes don't find anymore and every time I see something and I think that would look cute I then realise that it would of had I not been pregnant and have a growing belly. Do not get me wrong I love my bump and feeling little man move around and it does bring me comfort to know that its growing because he is. But I am just not use to this body that I am in. It feels almost like another persons body. I find myself resistant to get dresses or if I do its just in loose fitting clothes and comfy clothes. I haven't put make up on in weeks or done my hair. I had a dream last night and woke up with the sudden urge to book a hair dressing appointment and I almost did but stopped myself when I started to think a new hair cut isn’t going to matter because I still wont look good. It makes me sad that i’m suddenly so judgemental of myself and the way I look. I’ve never cared before. I’m hoping this is just a faze but I worry the further in this pregnancy I get the more down i’m going to become about the way I look.

On top of this new body worries my emotions seem to be going crazy. I want this baby here and I want him safe. But at the same time my mind is going crazy about how I’m going to look after this little person that is going to rely completely on me. I worry i’m going to do everything wrong or have no clue what i’m doing. Natural worries I know that every mum must have but I’ve never been a mum before. I’ve always been able to give the children back when they start to cry. I have a new found appreciation for my sister and everything she does. Its at times when I’m feeling this low that I wish I could talk to my mum. I knew this pregnancy was going to be hard without her here to ask things but when i’m feeling low and panicing all I want to do is call her and for her to tell me everything will be okay. My sister and friends have been great and have all said it to me but its just not the same without coming from her. We are so not prepared either and I think that's getting to me. The flat is a mess but I just don't have the energy or motivation to do anything about it. We have a few outfits for him but other than that we have nothing. I can’t even decide what buggy to get and how were going to afford it. I don’t know if I need a breast pump because I don’t know if i’m going to breast feed or not. I’m terrified of the fact that i’m going to be stuck in this house for so long alone with a baby. But at the same time am terrified about taking the baby out. My emotions are just everywhere. I want him here now but at the same time I feel so unprepared for him. I want to be able to go out and buy things for him but I keep getting told its too early and that I should wait and I know the logical side of me understands it but the emotional side wants to be ready for him now. So I at least feel like im prepared for what is to come.

All of this has been playing on my mind seems to have come to a head yesterday on mothers days. I missed my mum but spent the day surrounded by family. Rickis family who all have babies and just seem to know what there doing. Don’t get me wrong I love that they are all so invested in this little man but at the same time they asked me questions and I had no answer for them at all. I have no clue what buggy I need. Can I not just put the car seat in the car without a base. The carseat doesn't have to fit the buggy because baby shouldn't be kept in there for a long period of time as its dangerous. I know all this but at the same time I feel I was being judged because I wanted to have the ease of getting the baby out of the car without having to move him from a car seat to a buggy when I have to run out with him to a shop for pick up milk or something. Then I wonder if what I want for baby is the right thing or am I being selfish by trying to make life easier for myself. I feel like ive lost all confidence in myself. I feel like im constantly being judged. Whether people mean to be or not I don’t know. I feel even Ricki holds little help to me at this point. He says will figure it out and just changes the conversation to something else. I understand he’s done this two times before but I haven’t. Everything is new to me. I have no clue what i’m doing and I feel like i’m drowning. I just want someone to sit down with me and tell me that everything will be okay and go through with me everything that this baby needs and not judge me for not knowing everything.

I’m feeling overwhelmed by everything and I don’t know what to do.

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thunder-stuck · 4 years

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Well well well... If it isn't Ricky Pee Pee || 9gagrss || https://ift.tt/3f6S3Ew https://ift.tt/31UKlcM ||

#9GAG

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aeschylus · 4 years

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well, well, well.......if isn’t ricky pee pee

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xxlying-from-y0u · 7 years

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‘Soulmate Material’ For Each Zodiac Sign Aries: Someone who feels like a partner in crime. The worst fear for Aries is that they’ll end up stuck to someone who wants to slow them down. They’ll stay single until they meet someone who wants life to be exciting, hates sitting at home constantly, and isn’t overly jealous or paranoid. They need someone who loves to travel and has a thirst to try new things so they can understand that a life together isn’t “settling down” so much as just going on adventures together. Taurus: Someone who supports them 100%. It’s very hard to get in a relationship with a Taurus because they don’t like change and they don’t trust new people. Ironically, they actually *love* being in relationships because they get to do all their favorite things: cuddle, have a steady home base, pamper each other, and be around someone without having to leave the house. They want someone who makes them feel safe enough to open up (and stay open). Their soulmate is someone who makes them feel safe and loved. Gemini: Someone who is the Ricky to their Lucy. Geminis are fundamentally curious, passionate creatures. They don’t do well with boring details and they’ve been getting crap for it their entire lives. They need someone who loves the good stuff about them and also has a complimentary personality where they don’t get annoyed by a Gemini’s lack of administrative skills. They need someone who completes them as a team. Cancer: Someone who makes them feel unconditionally loved. Love is the primary force in a Cancer’s life. It’s their motivation to do just about everything. Typically Cancers focus on giving love to people and making their friends and family feel special and cared for. Their soulmate is the person who gives this back to them. When they feel like they can 100% be themselves and have open communication of love flowing back and and forth, they will never be happier. Leo: Someone who makes them feel like a star. A Leo never sees anyone as ‘soulmate material’ like they see the person who makes them feel special and admired. This person is an equal partner, but they go out of their way to compliment their Leo and ensure they know that everything they do is noticed and appreciated. Their ideal partner loves to see other people be happy and successful, they’re the least jealous person you’ve ever met. Virgo: Someone who appreciates their anal qualities. Virgos can get a lot of shit for not being fun enough, but they actually *like* themselves the way they are. They need someone who will both complement them, and appreciate all the hard work, planning and care that the Virgo brings to the relationship. It is because of the Virgo that fun can be had, because someone is there to plan for it and pay for it and make sure the lights will be on when you go back home. Libra: Someone who loves their friends as much as they do. No one loves their friends like a Libra loves their friends. They need someone who isn’t jealous and LOVES having a large social group of people you are close to. Their soulmate is someone who genuinely loves having close friends around and having lifetime relationships with people outside of just your partner. They’ll want to have dinner parties and go to weddings and be party of a big, happy, loving community of people. Scorpio: Someone who is always on their team. Scorpios have feisty demeanors and hate being vulnerable, which are difficult things for people who also (secretly) love being in love. Their soulmate is someone who hates fighting and doesn’t play into the games Scorpios are prone to. They are straightforward and honest, allowing the Scorpio to feel safe and supported enough to be able to open up. Sagittarius: Someone who makes them laugh so hard they pee a little bit. The quality of a Sagittarian’s day is measured by how much of it they spend laughing. These are joyful people who fundamentally believe life is supposed to be fun. They need a partner who wakes up happy and sees every day as an opportunity to goof around and enjoy the thrill of being alive. Capricorn: Someone who shares their values. Capricorns have high expectations and want a lot out of life, this can be exhausting for some people but their ideal partner wants these same things. They’ll have old-fashioned values and tastes, be ambitious in career, and value their relationship and family above all else. Aquarius: Someone who stimulates their brain. Aquarians prize knowledge and thinking in unique ways. They could never be with someone who only had conventional points of view, or someone who accepted what other people told them without challenging it. The way to their heart is through lively conversation. They respect people who are free thinkers and someone who can challenge their own thoughts is someone they’d feel comfortable settling down with. Pisces: Someone who inspires them to make art. Nothing makes a Pisces feel like their dreamy self than when they have a muse that inspires them to create new art. They need someone who can leave them alone and give them space, but make them feel loved and peaceful when they are together. A true soulmate is one who appreciates their nature and doesn’t ask them to change, but inspires them to grow at a natural pace through the relationship.

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Trump defends Russia before summit announcement

President Donald Trump and Russian President Vladimir Putin will meet in Helsinki, Finland, on July 16.

The two have met before, at the G20 summit last year, but this will be the first extended meeting, and they will reportedly discuss a “range of national security issues.” In advance of the announcement, the president used his morning tweetstorm to tell people that Russia said the country was not involved in in the 2016 U.S. presidential election.

Russia continues to say they had nothing to do with Meddling in our Election! Where is the DNC Server, and why didn’t Shady James Comey and the now disgraced FBI agents take and closely examine it? Why isn’t Hillary/Russia being looked at? So many questions, so much corruption!

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) June 28, 2018

The widely accepted consensus among U.S. intelligence agencies is that Russia engaged in a disinformation campaign to sway American voters.

While Secretary of State Mike Pompeo said that Russia engaging in election interference would be on Trump’s agenda during the summit, the president, when asked in the Oval Office yesterday, said that you “never know” what happens in meetings.

In the Oval Office yesterday I asked Pres Trump if Russia's election meddling would be on his agenda for his meeting with Putin.

His answer: "You never know about meetings, what happens. Right? But I think a lot of good things can come with meetings with people." https://t.co/MlUYznSS8C

— Karen Travers (@karentravers) June 28, 2018

As news of the summit broke, and with the nearly simultaneous and curiously timed proclamation by Trump that Russia did not mettle in the election, Twitter had one question: Would Trump and Putin talk about the compromising information that possibly exists of the president.

You know, the pee tape?

Yay! The premiere of the pee tape has been scheduled for July 16 in Helsinki. Thanks, Putin! pic.twitter.com/r3RUnyJ0g5

— Ecstasy Made Me

(@XtasyMadeMeGay) June 28, 2018

More #peepeetapes to come… https://t.co/kiUlhMnYO7

— Sprechen Truth (@SprechenTruth) June 28, 2018

Pee Tape to be released the same day. https://t.co/BjLb7w1KSH

— Warner Crocker (@WarnerCrocker) June 28, 2018

More like to discuss the status of the pee tape

— paodekuai (@YangXiao5) June 28, 2018

@TheRichieWilson @TomArnold this were trump negotiates final cost of the #peetape https://t.co/lMf5MzhomK

— mike velazquez (@velie) June 28, 2018

Finland has officially named July 16th #PeeTape day

— rps (@bob_savas) June 28, 2018

"I hope we'll be talking about the pee pee tape and when it might be deleted." – @realDonaldTrump

— Angry Wog (@The_Angry_Wog) June 28, 2018

Pee tape is sooooo real https://t.co/SYAityMUAX

— Ben Yelin (@byelin) June 28, 2018

This summit will confirm the pee tape is real and that Putin personally owns Trump who will bend the knee in front of the entire world.

— Marie (@Cuprikorn66) June 28, 2018

Literally every news organization that tweeted about the summit got a pee tape tweet in response. What a world.

from Ricky Schneiderus Curation https://www.dailydot.com/layer8/trump-putin-summit-peetape/

#Ricky Schneiderus Curation

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mama-ghostie-61542 · 3 years

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A Thousand Lifetimes

Rated M++ for language and themes

TRIGGER WARNING!!

Once again--If you recognize it, IT AIN'T MINE!!

Sorry for any OOC ness. I got as close to accurate as I could.

Chapter 10

Kihyun PoV

Hoseok walked calmly across the room, but by the look in his eyes, he was anything but happy to be there. When he saw who was sitting there, His visage grew imperceptably darker.

"What did you do this time, Girlie?"

She sighed, 'Joey wanted Min to take a look, Min got Ate, who called you, Watcher.'

As he crouched in front of her, he picked up her foot and delicately laid it over his knee, to get a closer look at the band on her ankle. After toying with it for a few minutes, he asked, 'When did you bargain with Spirit, and what was it?'

'I agreed to be Posted if my town wasn't hit by bad storms.'

'Hmm. Has it been?'

'Yes.'

'That would explain the fraying. So where,' he trailed off. 'Ahh, there,' right before he cringed. 'It should actually be gold, not black. I can either renew it, or I can remove it completely.'

'Renew it.'

'You should check with your Guard first. It will mean that you can't leave your post,' he said while looking at me. 'You will need to go to her. There will be absolutely no way for her to come to Seoul.'

'Remove it,' I said. 'I can't stand to see her caged.'

He nodded and handed me a bowl. 'Piss in this.' then, he set to removing the gunk off of it to reach the clasp. Then, he turned to Ate and asked for a bowl of salt water. When he then poured the pee into it and added a packet of herbs to it, I was a little more apprehensive. He had it off in ten seconds and wiped her ankle down with that stuff before saying, "Kihyun, can I speak to you outside," as he stood up.

Nodding, I followed him out into the hallway. Before I could get the door closed all the way, I was against the opposite wall.

"Some fucking Guard you are. Do you know what was in that thing?"

Over his shoulder, I could see her, her hand reaching to his shoulder. 'Watcher. He doesn't know.'

'What don't I know?'

Hoseok seemed to be trying desperately to hang on to some shred of calm, 'Did he ever dabble in the dark arts,' He asked as he turned to her.

She nodded.

"Who," I asked.

"Son of a bitch," He growled as he threw himself off of the wall. "Now, I got a reason for beating the hell out of him. He cursed you. You would never be happy, every relationship would be worse than the last, and in the end, you would always let him do whatever he wanted, with your body or mind. I couldn't break it, so I transferred it to Kihyun. You literally belong to him now."

'But,' She trailed off.

"This is no mere soul tie, Ghost. He tried to turn you into a thrall," Hoseok replied, his voice thick.

It took a minute for my brain to catch up. A thrall was someone who was, more or less, a zombie with no free will. Someone who had to give over their free will to their Master's whims, be it money, their life, or... My brain stopped and I saw red.

'Was he the same one who,' Hoseok started but then trailed off.

She nodded.

"Fucking Ricky, wasn't it?"

Again, she nodded, tears pooling in her eyes.

"Who is Ricky?"

Hoseok ran a hand down his face and slid down the wall. "Her ex-husband. Abusive motherfucker, extraordinaire. Did every thing but hit her, and I mean ev-er-y thing. And I think the only reason he didn't hit her; he knew she'd hit him back."

It took half a second for my brain to catch up. Aww Hell No!

As tears poured down her face, 'I understand if you don't.'

It was all I let her get out before I wrapped my arms around her, 'I will never do that to you. I would never hurt you like that. I promise you, Ghost, you will never hurt like that again.' I held her as close but as gently as I could. I could almost feel her tears on my shoulder as I whispered, 'Let it out, Mami. Let it go. I've got you. I won't leave you.'

A few moments later, she had calmed down enough to whisper, 'That wore me out. I am going back to bed.'

I nodded, 'Same. After all this tonight, I think maybe I should come cuddle with you for a bit.'

She looked up at me, a curious look on her face.

'Just to hold you. After what you have been through, you deserve it. Kids with their dad?'

She nodded right before her spirit left.

Turning to Hoseok, I asked, "What did he do?"

He sighed, "I promised not to tell you. But, since I won't have any backlash from telling you, now...coercion is considered rape in some places. You may notice that your left wrist burns in four days. Sometime between this next new moon and the fourth full moon, it will become like a tattoo, but easily hidden under a watch. This is your Masters mark. It will fade with time."

"So why did you need my fluids? That was kind of gross."

He sighed, "Until you can get there to mark her, which you need to do between those moons, she is essentially a master-less thrall. She will be attracting every dumbass in a 5000 mile radius that wants to own her. Having your smell on her means she is marked as yours, temporarily. It's akin to a dog marking his territory."

"How do I mark her?"

He tossed me a bag of herbs. "Lick the spot you have chosen. somewhere accessible in an emergency but not likely to be bumped accidentally. I recommend either under her chin or behind her ear. While the saliva is still wet, press your thumb into it and then blow out a lung-full of that," he said as he pointed at the bag, "on the spot. And make sure you don't move your print until it's dried."

"I don't smoke."

"For this, you will. Don't worry, it's not habit forming. It is a mix of several different smoking blends; one for balance, one for reclaiming, one to relax, and the last two are gender based fertility blends."

"Fertility blends," I said as my eyebrow shot up.

"Not for what you think. They deepen the already present connection. She won't glow with creation if you look at her. You two would have to be a whole lot closer for a whole lot longer for that to happen," He laughed.

I hadn't told them that was one of my good dreams; seeing the dew of creation dancing under her skin and the pride in knowing that I put that there.

We did not know that the others had heard us.

After that, I rushed back down the hall to my room and slid into my meditation. She was curled up under blankets and half asleep when I snuggled up next to her.

'I will always keep you safe. No one will ever hurt you like that again.'

She relaxed into me and was asleep in minutes. It was all I could do just to hold her. I really wanted to find that guy, but I knew she needed me more. It made me soo mad, to find out he did and was trying to do; to turn her into a slave, more or less. No man has the right to my Sweet Ghost. I saw how close I had almost come to losing her for good.

But, now, I had a chance to tie up all the frayed ends of our connection. Now, I had the chance to fix all of the damage done by time, distance, and broken promises.

Wolf PoV

The next morning was quiet. With the kids at their dads, I set about to doing some housework. I felt lighter than I had in quite a while. Without that thing around my ankle, I felt like a million bucks. All of the work I had been doing on my inner self was working now that I could see it. That asshole had even stopped me from loving myself, from coming fully into my own.

I settled into my morning meditation, and sent Haka off a quick message.

'Morning, Sweet Pea. Hope you had a great day!'

Kihyun PoV.

I felt her wake up. There was a new pep in her step, a new vigor that hadn't been there in a long time. It did my heart good to see her like that. Her peace was seeping through our thread and filled me with calmness.

I stayed in our connection longer than I meant to.

She must have felt me, because she whispered, 'Morning, Sweet Pea. Hope you had a great day.'

In all, it hadn't been too crazy today. Everyone had been off doing their own stuff for the company and we all met up at supper. After we ate, we went back to the dorms and settled in for the night. However, some uncomfortable revelations were made. Changkyun and HyungWon had returned to the dorms before us, and as we walked in, we heard them arguing.

"She's my Ina. How could he hurt her like that?"

"Mahipiya! It will do no good to go off in a rush over a slight to a past life parent. Your Lekshi has already transferred it to your father, there is nothing more to be done. Plus, you don't know where she is."

"How can you say that! She's my parent."

"And I say this as her parent. Child, there isn't anything more to do. Let it go."

The next thing we heard was I.M. shriek and sob, while HyungWon whispered softly.

"That's it, let it out and let it go."

There was no way I could sleep now.

A/N: Lekshi (leK SHE) Honored Uncle--The children of Ghost, Guard, or Watcher ALWAYS assign a special designation to the others--Generally Lekshi or Auntie. This extends to spouses.

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