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[findafight]

Okay I kept thinking about this post and Steve being a BNF of Corroded Coffin message board of the internet of yore.

Alright so way back in the nineties Suzie hooks everyone up with the internet, yes? Yes. Eddie and Steve got together in '92 after some mutual pining and a few disastrous relationships that couldn't handle 1) Steve and Robin's general QPR clinginess 2) Eddie's intensity 3) the secrecy required if having multiple years of monster fighting and subsequent NDAs and the trauma associated therein. They're older and more settled and ready for an Adult Relationship.

Corroded Coffin is gaining traction and doing really well and the internet is still a brave new frontier, so Steve says to Eddie something like "I'm going to see if there's some message boards about you 🥰" and find them he sure does. So he makes accounts and posts under the username EddiesOnlyGroupie because he's hilarious and also the mods banned him from using EddieMunsonsHusband (he figured it was fine on the internet because nobody actually knew who he was but APPARENTLY NOT homophobia lives on in the digital age). He gets pretty well known in the Corroded Coffin fandom, most assuming he's a woman because he will go off on how hot Eddie looked at a gig. Like. Saying unhinged internet shit because 1) true and 2) he and Eddie think it's so funny. Everyone kinda believes the groupie thing too because of all the performance pics he's able to post and how he'll sometimes offer tidbits if knowledge about the band.

When they transition from chatrooms to livejournal etc he follows, with the same username. He's kind of a legend by the mid aughts. EOG is the acronym people use when discussing theories on his identity, and he's like "guys I'm literally his only groupie it's self explanatory. Guys why don't you believe me Eddie hasn't slept with anyone but me since 1992. We're basically married". He goes "it's not a mystery we literally are in love and Jeff and I go to Cubs games and cry when they inevitably lose together. Gareth is Godfather to my cats" (Eddie is still offended that he was not named Sassafras and Moonshine's godfather when Steve and Robin adopted them in '89). No one believes him.

Possibly because he still thirsts after Eddie and whenever someone posts a new Eddie pic those in the know wait for him to pop up with comments like "I want to bite his neck omg" "he has no ass but nobody is perfect I'll settle between his thighs anyway" and "literally a crime I am not married to him right now what the fuck" As twitter grows he swoops in to grab his handle, and follows a bunch of other CC fan accounts (some of them old friends, some of them new to the scene)(EOG 100% has his own fanlore page, which also has speculation on who he is and how he gets all the bts pics. It also doesn't believe when he says what it says on the tin. He's Eddie's only groupie.)

tumblr and tiktok come round and Steve is like. Openly horny on main. He's seen some shit go down on the internet but he's still commenting on Eddie fan edits that are title shit like "why am I attracted to this middle-aged white man" and "retro cc fancam" with things like "I'd let him lick the inside of my ear and only bring it up to tease him on special occasions" "his FINGERS" "back in '89 Jeff and Howie and Claire staged a mutany over this song because they were 'sick of Eddie only writing about biting bats' lmao" and "Jeff is my favourite member of cc"(just to stir the pot)

Eddie comes out in the 2010's and he's like "yeah I've been in a long term relationship with someone who is usually mostly a man kinda (gender is fucky) for the past twenty years, lol. His name's Steve. I love him a lot even if he mocks me online." and of course EOG comments "the mods of that old message board should have let me keep my original handle of EddieMunsonsHusband. When're you gonna make it reality, Munson? smh" and everyone is like Huh?? EOG is a MAN? And he's like yeah? Sometimes?? Not always?

(He 100% thinks this is him telling people he's Eddie's Steve. They don't get the message)

Anyways life goes on Steve continues to thirst under pictures of Eddie, he has his pronouns and name in his bio on twitter (Steve, he/him, she/her, Eddie Munson's first and only groupie 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ ) and continues to post behind the scenes photos that shockingly few people question (she always says "because I'm his groupie" though. He and Eddie think this is VERY funny and also true. Robin groans. They've been making the same joke for two decades.) and people believe it because Eddie has interacted EOG sometimes, liking photos or videos, commenting sometimes. (Steve has a more professional realname account that he rarely uses but Eddie usually tags Steve there)

And THEN Internet user EddiesOnlyGroupie says he's taking a few weeks off for her honeymoon because "I'm finally marrying the man of my dreams!" And people are happy for him but also bummed because Eddie is also taking a two week hiatus but EOG promises wedding and honeymoon photos. (Face reveal! Sorta!)((he doesn't get why people are excited because he's pretty sure he's been in a lot of Eddie's recent pictures, but whatever)

Imagine the Internet's surprise when Eddie Munson posts a collection of pictures spanning '86 to his 2016 wedding of him and Steve, including one of Steve looking seriously at an old desktop computer, captioned "Steve starting his internet career" and tags EOG.

Steve qrt with "I told yall. I'm his only groupie, and they should've let me keep EddieMunsonsHusband even if they WERE homophobic. Because now it's TRUE"

Niche internet community drama chaos ensues.

[some-loozzr]

SECTOR FYI...?

[CW/TW: Disturbing Imagery]

(2/2)

The Team had enough, Plantazia decided to go all out this time. Building a machine that scans the person's brainwaves to know their mood, status, and how they're seeing. After running a few psychological tests and simulations the results were...concerning... Full Name: Carol Carlson Codename: 1/6 Age: 11 Gender: Non-Binary Height: 5'0 Anxiety: 89% Sleep: 34% Percentage for Dreams: 0.3% Percentage for Nightmares: 99% Percentage for Hallucinations (Visual, Auditory..): 100% After speaking to Carol about the data and asking on what hallucinations and/or nightmares she had this week, and asking for how and what her dreams looked like...Well....

THE WILTED

(Chatter amongst the Operatives): Plantazia: "Is this how you're hallucinations see me?" Carol: "..." Plantazia: "Carol, I'm not mad, really! I'm just...not used to seeing things like this...Has this......"version" of me done anything, good or bad, to you in your dreams?" Carol: "You-...She-....It chased me down the halls of this treehouse..It tried to tear my arm off, but...I got away." Plantazia: "Did anything happen after that?" Carol: "Yeah, flowers, and moss started growing near me..It tried to rip my head off...but I woke up." Plantazia: "...." Carol: "..Is something wrong?" Plantazia: "No shit, if this's been happening to you for a long time, then we need to know what's going on with you. This can't go long any longer!" Carol: "..." Plantazia: "Look...it may look like all hope's gone, but We can help ya. It'll take a bit long depending on data, but We're always here for ya." Carol: *smiles*

INERTIA

(Chatter amongst the Operatives..): Carol: (giving the paper to Irk) "...H-Here." Irk: "1'M N0T L00K1NG 4T TH4T." Carol: "..." Carol: "...I-....I know this isn't what you're used to seeing on...yourself, but I swear, this is only in my dreams and-" Irk: "1T'S F1N3, OR..WH4T3V3R..." Carol: "N-No Irk, it's not-" Irk: "QU13T, B3 GR4T3FUL I B0TH3R3D 3V3N T4LK1NG T0 Y0U 1N TH3 F1RST PL4C3."

"ADELLE"

((Chatter amongst the Operatives)): Adelle: "Aw Carol, is this for me? That's so sweet! Your art looks great!" Carol: "..." Adelle: "Hey, it's not ugly, in fact, I look great in your artstyle! You can keep practicing and you'll improve in no ti-" Carol: "T-Turn the page around...." Adelle: "Oh? Another drawing? Cool-" PRETENDER // TRUE FORM

Adelle: "...Oh." Adelle: "Soooo....the "me" in the Nightmare world is just a faker?" Carol: "Y-Yeah...I thought it was really you, but...I guess I should really be making sure that every...."normal" person I see in my dreams are actually normal of not..." Adelle: "It's fine, I have weird dreams too!" Carol: "N-..Not those dreams! It's....worse." Adelle: "...." Adelle: "I-I'm so sorry Carol, I didn't mean to-" Carol: "N-no Adelle, it's fine.."

AU by @kandykatz Adelle belongs to @catchingrockd

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 128. brb x oc

a/n: aaaaa yeah I'm a bit nervous??? posting this??? idk why lol .my anxiety is a bit all over the place... reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3333

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none.

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Christmas Eve.

It should be a relaxing time to enjoy the celebrations with your family, but Beatrice was extremely nervous. She made a list of food she knew her mother would usually make and the ones she couldn’t eat, she was staring at it now, flicking her gaze back and forth as she tried to make a connection if it was safe or not.

So far…everything was good. So far.

Beatrice was with Nicole, her little daughter lying on her stomach and playing with one of the many brain stimulating toys she got. They were for eight months and up but ever since she saw Nicole playing in Evelyn’s house, Beatrice thought it’d be a good idea to do that to her and she was right.

Because Nicole was really good with the pegboard puzzles already, barely needing much direction from her parents when she did so. Beatrice leans against the headboard, chewing the end of her pen as she hears Rooster’s feet coming up the stairs, her husband stops by the threshold and leans his shoulder on it, ‘Watcha doin’?” he asks, tilting his head ‘You look focused.”

“I’m signing what I can and cannot eat when we go to my parents.” she explains, “And what I can eat without rising suspicion.”

Rooster hummed, pushing himself off the threshold to smile at Nicole, who grinned up at him before chewing the silicon star happily, “And you are keeping mommy company,huh?” he asks sweetly, kissing her forehead and sitting down next to Beatrice, Nicole was surrounded by her parents’ legs almost like they were walls, “And how is it going,so far?”

“It’s…going okay?”

He peeks over at the paper, smiling when he notices she drew tiny christmas themed pictures all over the paper, alongside tiny cannolis that had extra ‘ok’ around them, “Your mom always does something new every Christmas. You told me she did that uhh…pasta pie once.”

“‘Ncasciata.” she says, “It was pretty good too…kinda heavy. Too much work too, amazingly my mother thinks that sometimes.” she taps the paper, “I can’t have…too much fish- no I can but only certain types. Swordfish is a no no, thankfully she’s not making that this year.”

“That fish was really good.” he recalls, “It’s probably one of my favorite things I had for christmas.”

‘She’s making a huge chicken this year, no turkey. One of my father’s friends has an organic farm away from San Diego and he has these huge chickens so they got that…what else,” she flips the page, “Oh, there’s also roasted garlic potatoes,which I can eat as long it’s not too much.”

“Okay.”

“...and the dessert, from all the options,” she taps the tip on each word, “I think it’ll be either chocolate lava cake or hazelnut chocolate tart, which I can eat. It adds to the babies’ diet.” she frowns,however, “....oh god I have to think about the things my aunt is going to bring.”

“Or,” he cuts her gently, “You can stay within your mom’s cooking and don’t worry about it too much.”

“...I guess.”

He smiles,kissing the curve of her shoulder and chuckling when she squeaked and bunched up to prevent the tickling from his mustache against her skin, which of course only made Rooster kiss her even harder, nuzzling the soft skin of her neck and then propping his chin on the curve of her neck, “You are worrying too much, babe.”

“...I know, it’s not–I don’t know Roos.” she whispered, “I want everything to go well, Nicole’s was fine.” Their little daughter was now sitting up, placing shapes in their respective holes with a gentle giggle, back to them, “And I want the twins’ to be fine. And we need to be careful…and…yeah.”

Bradley hummed, his voice vibrating against her skin as he kissed her neck one more time, this time wrapping his arms around her waist as carefully as he could, bringing her closer to his side, his lips moving up to rest against her temple,”It’ll be okay.” she made a little noise that he always found adorable even if it meant she was upset. His thumb drew random shapes on the fabric of her sweater, feeling the braided wool rubbing against his finger, “You’ll see….we just gotta be careful, that’s all.”

“I know…”

“But you are also worried because of your family.”

“And Mav. And Penny.” she whispers, “And Amelia, you know I did really good at the bar. Penny didn’t notice anything and neither did Shells.” she explains, “But…what if I slip up and do something? I just want the babies to be safe… and I don’t want anyone to think I’m being a bitch or anything, I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.”

Rooster loved how caring she was, it didn’t matter what or to whom,Beatrice has proven time and time again that she’s the sweetest human he had the privilege of knowing and of course, marrying and loving so much.He tries to cover his smile in her hair, sniffing the lavender shampoo that held onto the brown tresses, “You are so cute.” he whispers, kissing her scalp, “Cutest human being in this whole wide universe. I can’t handle you sometimes.”

She looked up at him with the perfect personification of the ‘:(‘ emoji and his heart clenched, “Baby….aw,honey.” he cups her close to his chest, letting her hug his middle and bury her face in his shirt, “My gorgeous girl, you are too sweet, you are too nice. You’d never hurt anyone.”

“Hrmmm…”

“I’m serious, you are just too kind.”

Beatrice only smiled up at him in thanks, then nuzzled his chest, “I try to…sometimes I think I am too kind.”

“You aren’t stupid if that’s what you are suggesting.”

Beatrice smiles more,hugging his middle and sighing quietly,enjoying the noises coming from Nicole’s constant trying to fit the shapes in its’ holes and the dogs walking downstairs, but her favorite sound had to be Rooster’s heartbeat, “Thank you,Roos.” she whispers, ‘...You know, it’s crazy that the first time you met my family was three years ago.”

“Hah.” his chest bounces with the sudden chuckle,”I had so much fun. It was the best Christmas I had in a while,gorgeous.” he says, twirling the ends of her hair with his finger as the two watch Nicole discover her brain by herself, babbling happily in front of them, “And now,I have a ring on my finger that you put it there and I put one on yours.” she giggles a bit, hugging him tighter, “We’ll be okay,Bea…I know you are still nervous,I can feel it in you.”

‘Hrm.”

“Your shoulders tense up like crazy.” he explains, running the tip of his index finger on her shoulder, following until he touched her shoulder blade, “And you clench your jaw. Not often, but enough notice.”

“Yeah…you are right.” she relaxes a bit, “I should let it go for now, if I worry too much people will…notice.I’m just not a good liar Roos,you know that.I can’t hide a lot from people.”

“I mean, you did lie sometimes.” he pinches his fingers, leaving a small space between them, “Just a little white lie. Nothing bad.”

She laughs,sighing again, “...anyway, let’s change the subject for a bit because I feel like I’ll get worse: are you excited for Virginia? We’ll go at the end of this week.”

His chest expanded over the mention of his home state, his eyes softening, “Yeah,I am.” he smiles, “I miss that place a lot sometimes.”

“...would you ever live there again?”

He purses his lips, shaking his head briefly, “Probably not. I love it there but…it brings a lot of bad,bad memories. I’d rather stay wherever you stay.” he smirks, dropping a soft kiss to her forehead, “It’s much better.”

“What if I want to go to the North Pole?”

“You hate the cold.” he says with his lips still glued to her forehead, “You’d never go to the North Pole, you’d stay somewhere warm and tropical…like Brazil.”

“Brazil,huh?”

“I had a Brazilian classmate, he was really fun.”

“And you’d go with me.”

“Of course,” he smirks, “You’d wear those tiny bikinis too,I’d be all for it.”

Beatrice swats his chest playfully and her husband laughs, holding his arms up in defense. Nicole looks back to stare at her parents, immediately forgetting about whatever she was doing to smile at them. She crawls over, squeezing herself between her parents and trying her best to push herself up only to fall back on her bottom on top of the mattress, “Birdie, you can’t stand up yet.” Rooster  coos, cupping Nicole under the armpits and raising her to his lips,kissing those chubby cheeks over and over, “But with how things are going I wouldn’t put it behind you, baby girl, you are one smart little cookie.”

Beatrice just grins, watching the conversation between her husband and daughter, only looking away when her phone started to ring. Considering it was Christmas Eve, she assumed it’d be her distant relatives wishing her Merry Christmas or her siblings asking what time she was coming.

She was right about one thing.

It was her aunt Martha calling. She unlocks the phone to take the call, “Buon Natale,zia Martha.”

Her aunt’s laughter was heard by Rooster,”Preziosa, è ancora la vigilia di Natale. Christmas is tomorrow.” she says, “But, yes, buon natale. I was calling to ask if you all are coming at the scheduled time tonight?”

“Um…yeah, why?”

“No reason, I was simply curious. How is the little principessa?”

“She is,” Beatrice turns, smiling when she sees that Rooster just allowed Nicole to climb on his face and practically use him as her personal pillow, “Amazing, She’s great.”

“Good, good, she’s a healthy little baby. You two will have strong and healthy children.”

Beatrice blinked over her aunt’s words, “...thank you,auntie.”

“So don’t worry too much.”

Beatrice almost threw the phone out of her grasp, but instead chose to widen her eyes and inhale so sharply that Rooster heard her, lifting Nicole enough to look at his wife with his brows furrowed, “Thank you,zia.”

“Oh, do not thank me. I just want you all to be okay.” she put a lot of emphasis on the all “I have a special gift for you,by the way, well,all of you.”

“Oh,zia, thank you.” she says softly, “You didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense. I want to help you and your family, you know I adore all of you so much.” she could hear Martha was smiling through the phone. “Even those who aren’t here yet.”

Beatrice’s aunt was weird, she was a hippie witch that could undoubtedly control the weather and probably curse your entire generation with a snap of fingers. She figured out Nicole was to be born, was she really surprised about the sudden cryptic messages thrown her way? “...thank you,zia.”

“You are so welcome! Now, I must go, your mother needs my help with some things. I’ll see you all soon!”

“See you,zia.”

Rooster watches as Beatrice’s stare turns distant and the hand holding the phone drops to her lap, her lips in a tight line, “Bea?” he asks, flicking his gaze from the phone to her, “What’s wrong?”

“She knows.”

“Who knows?”

“My aunt.”

The dots were connected quickly, he didn’t have to think much and figure out what she was talking about. Martha knew Beatrice was pregnant,again, and mentioned it in her very own…specific way. Bradley lowers Nicole, his daughter fascinated by his mustache still and kept on brushing her tiny fingers over it, “...okay.” he inhales, arching his brows, “We should’ve expected that.”

“Roos…why is my family the cryptic Sicilian family that no one really knows how they do things?” she sounds genuinely confused mentioning that, “...I’m sorry you had to join such a crazy bunch.”

He stares at her as if she grew three heads, “Are you kidding? Have you met my friends? Have you met Mav? Who are you calling a crazy bunch?” she only smiles thankfully at him, sighing one last time and letting her back touch the headboard, “Will she say something?”

She shakes her head negatively, “No, she’s not the one who announces it to people, she didn’t announce Nicole’s. She…probably wants to talk to me about it, give me some tips since she had twins and such…I mean, that’s what I’m hoping.”

“Then it’s all good.”

“I guess.” she murmurs, “The one thing I don’t need is my mother appearing like a pirate’s parrot on my shoulder when that happens. Then we’ll be really f-ed up.” she murmured, tossing the phone to her side and interlacing her hands on top of her navel, looking over at Nicole and her wandering little hands all over Rooster’s face, “You okay over there?”

He gives her a thumb up and the side of his mouth quirks up in a smile, “Great. She’s just exploring.”

“Aa!”

“Yeah, you are.” he picks Nicole from his face and blows a raspberry under her chin,earning a high pitched giggle that only made their hearts fill up with joy. He pulls back to smile at Nikki, holding her just a few inches above his head, ‘Can you imagine hearing something so sweet three times?” he asks, playfully swaying their daughter as if she was bobbing in the ocean very gently, “The house is going to be so full of life.”

Beatrice smiled back, leaning her temple against the headboard, “Yeah…it will be.”

“You are still nervous.” he says without taking his eyes off Nikki, “Because of your aunt.”

“I mean,yeah.”

“You said she wouldn’t mention it.”

“She won’t but,” she sighs, “I don’t know, I’ll have to talk to her about it, if she says something. I kinda want my parents to know about it too? And Mav…ugh,this is stressful. I hate it.”

“Stress isn’t good for the baby.”

“I know.” she says, “...at least you’ll be there with me.”

“Always,gorgeous.” he says as if it’s obvious, smirking at her. He sees that her brows are still furrowed so he gently brushes his thumb over the small crease, then drags it to the tip of her nose and then over her lips, letting her kiss the pad of his thumb, “We’ll be okay.” 

Beatrice doesn’t say anything, but nods with an appreciative smile before she drags herself to the edge of the bed, “I’m going to take a shower.” she says,running her hands through her hair, “Set our outfits ready and…then get the dogs?”

“I can do that.” he says, scooting to the edge himself, “The gifts are at your parents’ so that’s one thing less to worry about.”

“Yeah…right.”

“Bea,” she looks up when he calls, his eyes soft and smile gentle, “Baby, we’ll be fine. I promise you.”

Beatrice only gives him one weak smile then turns on her heel to the bathroom,disappearing from his view. Rooster stares at the space she once stood, then looks down at Nicole, holding her up like the precious doll she was, “Baby girl,we are going to give mommy a nice Christmas.”

“Aa!”

“Hell yeah we are.” he adjusts her on his grasp,”She deserves it.”

[sometimesraven]

20 Questions for AO3 Writers

I was tagged in this FOREVER ago by @the-frankenman-writes I'm sorry it took me so long to get to!

1. How many works do you have on A03?

89

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

84,067 (my fics are usually pretty short haha)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Quantum Leap (TV 2022) (18)

Dragon Age (Video Games) (17)

Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) (11)

Original Work (10)

Dead by Daylight (Video Game) (10)

The Witcher (TV) (6)

The Sandman (TV 2022) (5)

Doctor Who (5)

Elder Scrolls Online (2)

Critical Role (Web Series) (1)

Torchwood (1)

F.E.A.R. (Video Games) (1)

Mass Effect Trilogy (1)

The Champions (TV 1968) (1)

Baldur's Gate (Video Games) (1)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Cold and Dark (Detroit: Become Human)

Holy, Holy, Holy (Original)

Her Sweet Kiss (The Witcher)

Just A Scratch (The Witcher)

Less Than Stellar Judgement (The Witcher)

(,,, people really like my Geraltskier whump fics huh XD)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I respond to basically every comment I get, even if all I can usually manage is some variation of "sfkgjhsfkgj thank you!!" because I have no idea how to take praise but I want the commenter to know they mean the world to me

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angiest ending?

Ooooooooof uhhhhh probably the little Detroit: Become Human ficlet I did called I Will Go Down. TW for suicide XD But there are a lot of angsty fics on there so who knows lmao

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics end pretty bittersweet but I think Hope (Doctor Who) is one of my happiest endings <3

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, surprisingly! My fics don't usually have much reach tbf. The only time I got anything close to "hate" was an ableist saying my disabled Dragon Age Inquisition OC is unrealistic to the setting and would likely be "with their clan or dead".

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sometimes! Usually it's abstract (a la Holy, Holy, Holy) or porn with feelings (a la A Tale of Yearning) but I've been known to indulge in a lil PWP on occasion

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Just one! I have an ongoing Torchwood x Quantum Leap crossover 'verse thanks to @chaos-of-the-endless 😂 I also wrote a Baldur's Gate x Dead by Daylight AU recently!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I'm aware

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't believe so (please tell me if you ever do!)

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

no but some of my fics were inspired by other people or based on RP I've done in the past

14. What is your all time favorite ship?

Oh don't even XD uhhhhh right now it's Jenn&Ian from Quantum Leap and Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier from the Witcher but my shipping loves go so far back I could never name an all time favourite

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Family Reunion :( I've been trying to write it for,,,, basically as long as I've been writing but I can never finish it and then years pass and I hate it and think it's cringe and want to start it from scratch, rinse and repeat)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Taking an impulsive headcanon and running with it. I have so many ficlets just because I thought of a headcanon and NEEDED to put it to the page. I also enjoy angst and hurt/comfort, things that expand on already existing angst and make it WORSE :3

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

In fic writing it's definitely description. I tend to get carried away in dialogue and forget to Say Other Stuff but I think I have a good handle on it now. That and smut, I enjoy writing it but I have to be either In The Mood or shut off my brain so I don't cringe so hard I delete it all bc I struggle with explicit content and get embarassed when things I'm writing are at all Kinky bc I have a crippling fear of judgement

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language for a fic?

As a reader I enjoy it! As a writer, just be careful, stick to one or two words rather than full dialogue if you don't have the time or energy to deep-google that shit

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Doctor Who <3

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

this changes daily but at the moment I'm loving Something More and the rest of my Sandman fics revolving around the dream OC I made for it. I'm in love with them and I enjoy writing their dynamic with the Endless siblings too <3

Tagging: anyone who wants to do this <3

[kefalion]

My AO3 2023 Wrapped

The post with the questions is here

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Not all questions are relevant to my AO3 year, so some will be skipped

Fic you clicked on the most times this year (shows in History)

I went throguh 40 pages of history, so I'm not only sharing my top 1 clicked. You're getting a top 4 because the gap between nr 4 and nr 5 was huge. All top 4 have one thing in common. They're massive multichapter stories (or collections) that I began reading pre 2023. They're also all Star Wars

Number 4: edge of providence by adiduck (book_people), whimsicalimages. Visited 86 times

Status: Complete Words: 328,498 Chapters: 38/38

Anakin and Obi-Wan discover Kaminoo a few years earlier. It changes the course of the Galaxy. The main relationships is Obi-Wan & Anakin as well as Obi-Wan/Jango.

My favourite things about this story is seeing Obi-Wan be an excellent mentor to Anakin, the Sith plot unravel, and that the romantic relationship happens slowly, which to me makes it plausible

Number 3: The protégé by @spell-cleaver Visited 89 times

Status: Complete Words: 224,549 Chapters: 39/39

Sets up an alternative universe where Padmé joins Anakin when he turns on the Order and the Republic, Palpatine dies soon after, and Padmé becomes Empress Amidala. Follows Luke's journy in finding his family and finding himself.

What I like best about this story is that it's sprawling. The world feels huge and lived in. Naboo culture is explored beautifully. The relationships in the Skywalker family is another strong point. It's messy and real, but the love is always apperant.

Number 2: all the echoes fade by @reedroad Visited 93 times

Status: In progress. Words: 453,728 Chapters: 43/?

What if while searching for answers post the fall of the Empire, Luke fell into a parallel dimension where he and his sisters were raised by their Father? What if all the major characters from the films and animated shows were given room to shine? That's what this story does.

I love how big this story is and how at the same times, there is room for intimacy in how the relationships are shown. For example, the way Vader and Padmé's relationship is shown awed me time and again.

Numer 1: Prompted | Obikin by @intermundia. Visited 103 times

Status: "Complete" Words: 127,374 Chapters: 24/24

This is a compilation of short stories. Various AUs. From Modern. To various movie AUs. To Sith!Obi-Wan. All of them about Obi-Wan/Anakin. Maybe it's complete. Maybe more will be added.

To say why I like this is a bit tricker than the others. There are so many different things to be had here. All of it captures the essence of the relationship it is about, however, and to do it in so many packages is amazing.

2. First fic you clicked on this year

According to the History, I started the year with more of @spell-cleaver Fixing Your (Relation)Ship Since 5 AFE by SpellCleaver

3. First fic you Bookmarked this year

The Face of Antiquity by Lemon (lemon_sprinkles) for Cam_Watson

I have it marked as TBR. I've apparently not read it all year. Maybe this is how I should start my 2024

4. First fic you posted this year

A Roll of Destiny 

Status: Complete Words: 21,803  Chapters: 19/19

This is an RPG sheet story. I rolled out prompts and built a story about Obi-Wan and Darth Vader. Set after the Kenobi series. It was a very different writing expereince. Not knowing what was going to happen next made it more akin to reading. I could only plan out short chapters at a time.

5. Your most read Fandom this year

Star Wars. Hands down. I barely read anything else.

6. Your most written for Fandom this year

Same. Hard same. Star Wars.

7. Your most read pairing this year

Obi-Wan/Anakin

8. Your most written for pairing this year

Obi-Wan/Anakin

9. Most popular fic by hits you read this year

Oh dear. I need to go through all 40 pages again. Let me quickly see how many more questions are about my reading History. Oh. Read. I just checked if it was in my history. I'm not going through all those pages again. Most hits in my history of 2023 goes to

Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc Hits: 1,726,530

Going by the fics that were grouped with it, I was checking what was popular. I have not read this.

10. Most popular fic by hits you posted this year

Visualising Our Fantasies [Explicit Obikin Art] by Kefalion, SageGarnish Hits: 43,352 This is a landslide victory. My post with the second most hits has just over 2000. I guess people are starved for explicit art.

11. Most popular fic by kudos you posted this year

Same. But by a smaller margin. 1st place 410. 2nd place 200

12. Most popular fic by comment threads you posted this year

Same again. 29 for Visualising Our Fantasies [Explicit Obikin Art] and 10 for the second highest number of comment threads

13. Your personal favorite fic you read this year

Difficult. I've read a lot of good fic. One series that stands out to me is

Star Wars: Aberration by SiegeGunn

The main character is Cal Kesits, and it explores how things could go of it was converted to the dark side and became an Inquisitor.

By being a series, it explores widely varying povs and characters, though the larger stories in the series focus on Cal. Really cool.

14. Your personal favorite fic you posted this year

Another very difficult question. Let's go with this

Complete Your Training by Kefalion

While watching the Ahsoka Series, and before it too, I had theories. And right before the way they decided to take the story was revealed, I wrote this in a frenzy. It came together over a long time and was written down in hours. Really cool experience. And I think the story turned out great too. It's also the first time I've posted a podfic

15. Most recent fic you clicked on

Aside from the ones I've clicked on to answer these questions, it's

Obi-Wan Kenobi Is Too Polite to Tell You About His Huge Penis by kingdomvel The title alone is art

16. Most recent fic you Bookmarked

Forget Me Not by AFishNamedSushi

Summary: 5 years into Obi-Wan’s exile on Tatooine, a man calling himself Anakin Skywalker comes to call upon the old Lars homestead. This man certainly looks like Obi-Wan’s old Padawan, but he has no memory of the Clone Wars, his life with the Jedi, or Obi-Wan.

Status: Complete Words: 48,050  Chapters: 12/12

17. Most recent fic you posted

I added a chapter to the explicit art collection. Prior to that it's Complete your training from question 14

18. Highest word count fic you read this year

skip

19. Highest word count fic you posted this year

A Roll of Destiny  That's the RPG fic I mentioned in question 4. A bit over 20k words.

20. Your total word count posted this year (shows in Statistics)

34,662

21. Your total hits this year (shows in Statistics)

51,654

22. Your total kudos this year (shows in Statistics)

915

23. Your total comment threads this year (shows in Statistics)

54

24. Least popular fic by hits you read this year

thy fearful symmetry @ossidae-passeridae Only 144 hits atm! Go give it some love! But mind the tags! Dae doesn't write for the faint of heart. It's star wars. It's a reaction to the Mandalorian season 3. It's just over 2k words. And it's clever and unsettling.

25. Least popular fic by hits you posted this year

Complete Your Training makes another apperance. Hits: 1,074

26. Least popular fic by kudos you posted this year

Complete Your Training again. Kudos: 71

27. Least popular fic by comment threads you posted this year

Not a tripple whammy for Complete your training. Story with the least comment threads goes to Take Care of Yourself, I Wish I Could 

It's the first story I've written with explicit sexual content, and it's more of that than plot. I see why people hold off commenting. But that trend was more obvious than I expected at the time of posting.

Status: complete Words: 7,095  Chapters: 1/1 Star Wars - Obi-Wan/Anakin

28. Number of fics you clicked on this year (20 per page)

I've gone on and on about my fourty pages. 39x20 + 11 makes it 791 fics I've clicked from January to the start of December

29. Number of Bookmarks you made this year (20 per page)

222 - What a nice number!

30 - 45 skip

It's mainly about popular fandoms and ships. I've already answered that. It's Star Wars and Obi-Wan/Anakin

46. A playlist of all the songs you used lyrics from to title fics this year

I've not used any songs for titles. I have so many WIPs of this variety though. Next year maybe!

47. Shout out an incomplete fic you read this year

See you around, Jedi by PaperCraneCastles

Let's go with this. It's Cal Kestis/Boba Fett.

This is what I wrote when I bookmarked it: delightful. The characterisations are so fun. Boba is more than hot. He wears his competency well.

Words: 7,602 Chapters: 3/4

48. Oldest fic you read this year

Every so often I visit my old fandoms. This is from such a time. Updated Okt 2012 we have a Mass Effect fic THE STEPS AND THE SHORE by spicyshimmy

But holy wow did I almost only read fics from 2023 and 2022. Seeing 201x was frighteningly rare. I think it's because I've read so much Star Wars fic over three years. Only new things are new to me.

49. Your most posted Additional Tag this year

eh... There's no most. Got a lot of 2s

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics (2)

POV Third Person Limited (2)

Scenting (2)

Animated GIFs (2)

POV Anakin Skywalker (2)

50. Your favorite comment you left or received this year

How do I pick one???

This one was fun.

I’m crying? WHY AM I CRYING???

To get people to experience emotions is always the goal

[superman86to99]

Superman #89 (May 1994)

Superman's in space again... again! This time, because he's getting so big that pretty soon he won't even fit on Earth. Last issue, we left the increasingly grotesque Super-Superman strapped to a giant rocket that was taking him to a space station where Dr. Anthony "Big Words" Rodriguez of Project Cadmus is supposed to cure the condition that's turning him into The Hulk But With More Clothes. In this issue we find out that Superman has improbably gotten even bigger. The only thing of his that has shrunk seems to be his vocabulary.

Dr. Rodriguez' idea is to ask Superman to shoot his heat vision into a somewhat “Weapon X”-looking helmet that will safely channel his excess energy into space. Seven hours later, Superman's heat vision is still going, but he STILL looks like a caveman doing Superman cosplay. Eventually, the helmet gives out and Superman's ultra-potent heat vision destroys the entire space station. (Why, it's so potent, it even seems to be coming out of his mouth and chin!)

Superman has to figure out how to save Dr. Rodriguez from the vacuum of space despite the fact that 1) he can't see (he had to wrap some metal around his eyes like a bandana to stop the heat vision), 2) they can’t hear each other, and 3) Superman can't even touch the guy without crushing every bone in his body. Eventually, Big Words manages to grab onto Superman's cape and hop on top of him like a big space horsey. Then, Superman has to manage to fly back into Earth's atmosphere without turning Dr. Rodriguez into a flaming skeleton. I'd say that Superman was able to do this by extending his special "aura" so it protected Big Words too, but we all know the real explanation for this scene is "it’s comics, shut up."

Once the two have safely landed on Metropolis' bay, there's the small matter of the big, burning space station tumbling down towards Metropolis. That's where Superman's ultra-potent eye lasers finally come in handy, since they allow him to pulverize the whole station with one blast. Hooray! The only problem is that he's still huge and clumsy, and this storyline didn't really progress beyond making him a little bit huge-er. CONTINUED!

Plotline-Watch:

We get a brief update on Lex Luthor Jr.'s health, and it just hit me (almost 30 years after first reading these issues) that his storyline is the complete opposite of Superman's: while Supes gets bigger and stronger, Lex is basically shrinking down and looks like he’ll probably disappear into his Professor X hover chair any second now. I like that, despite the deadly clone virus ravaging his body and the fact that he's at war with a powerful government organization, none of that worries him as much as a pesky reporter snooping into his business...

Speaking of which, we find out that Lex has used his hacking abilities to plant ANOTHER wacky headline into the Daily Planet under Lois Lane's byline, although this one is a little more believable than the alien lovechild one: "LEX LUTHOR II IS REALLY ELVIS PRESLEY". On top of that, he also framed her for embezzling hundreds of thousands of dollars from the Planet. As a result, publisher Franklin "Frankenstern" Stern forces Perry White to fire Lois. This is a bit of a "You shouldn't have signed it" moment for Lois, as she realizes Lex MUST be behind her misfortunes and she has to "get him" before he gets her.

Regarding this storyline, Don Sparrow says: “Jurgens is generally the most frequent user of the Daily Planet’s articles as a story element, and the results are usually mixed (I remember Perry’s editorial about generosity at Christmastime way back in Adventures #462 being a particularly unrealistically maudlin piece of journalism—though nowhere near as awful as the “articles” in the Joe Kelly/Joe Casey era—the last page of Action #780 being perhaps the very worst it got) but the idea that a newspaper would go to print with obviously fake, wacky headlines twice really strains credulity, even in a comic book about a solar powered god in a cape. One time, mayyyyyybe, but after that, you can guarantee that the editors and publishers would be all over the printing process for the next issue. I quibble, I know, but it sticks out (as does the idea that Lois Lane would somehow suddenly have access or ability to embezzle hundreds of thousands of dollars). Also, if Lois really had embezzled hundreds of thousands of dollars, it would be a matter for the police, not merely HR.” I agree that having TWO wacky headlines slip in is completely unrealistic... but they’re pretty funny, so I’ll give them a pass.

Perry seems to be taking Lois' firing even harder than her. He points out that he's known her since she was a girl, which is true, as we found out during the World of Metropolis miniseries. In fact, he's so distraught over having to fire someone who's "like a daughter" to him that he doesn't even seem to notice the space station blowing up right behind him! Then again, this is Metropolis; they probably see a giant explosion go off in the middle of the city about two or three times a day.

Patreon-Watch:

Fun fact: This post was started on a stolen computer! (As in, one that has since been stolen from me, not one I stole myself.) The main reason I’m getting off my butt and retyping/finishing it now is because we promised monthly posts to our awesome patrons, Aaron, Chris “Ace” Hendrix, britneyspearsatemyshorts, Patrick D. Ryall, Bheki Latha, Mark Syp, Ryan Bush, Raphael Fischer, Kit, Sam, and Bol, who read half of this at the end of May over at https://www.patreon.com/superman86to99. If it wasn’t for our patrons we’d probably still be at “Reign of the Supermen,” so shout out to them!

And now: more from the also awesome Don Sparrow, after the jump:

Art-Watch (by @donsparrow​):

Another caveman Superman cover, enhanced by some nice rim lighting.  It’s interesting that the generally wavy/curly Superman/Fabio hair has become limp and straight for the more Neanderthal Superman.  The brush spatter stars here are well done, but the space junk looks a little rushed to me.  Kudos for the off-centre UPC, which adds to the chaotic feel of this upside-down cover.

Inside we get another look at the dying clone body of Lex Luthor II, notably completely hairless, which is quite a switch for this lion of a man. This scene gives way to a two page spread of our hulking Superman, which is a transformation, even over the last issue.

Super-Caveman’s eyes are completely white for much of the story, adding to the inhuman feeling established by the oversized body, and pea-sized head.  I do have some logistical questions about how Superman’s belt and belt-buckle appear to be stretching proportionately with his body, but—it’s comics—so I shouldn’t probe too deeply.  The tiny fingernails are a nice touch, that help indicate this massive growth was sudden.

A little later into the story, Franklin Stern is well-drawn, though I miss the days when artists would hand-draw headlines—this computer text has some perspective issues.  The conflict on Perry’s face as Stern demands Lois be terminated is well drawn (even if it would be glaringly obvious to an old journo like Perry that Lois is being framed, but more on that later).

The double page spread as Superman’s heat vision overwhelms the Newsboy Legion’s collection gadget is appropriately explosive.  I particularly like the use of grease pencil on the outline of Superman’s heat vision. Though perhaps the dialogue on that page sends something of a mixed message.

Lastly, the bleak, blank expression on Perry as he fires Lois is well-done, though I perhaps might have expected a little more emotion on her face in reaction to the news.  

STRAY OBSERVATIONS:

The super-team is dangerously close to risking the ire of the notoriously litigious Disney corporation on the credits page, where three overlapping planets create a distinctive silhouette.  

I feel like the Elvis Presley connection of the headline is something of a nod to the King-obsessed Perry White on the then-currently-airing Lois and Clark TV show. [Max: I’ve always felt like it was a callback to that issue they did with all the Elvis-like sightings for the recently “dead” Lex Luthor Sr., Action #668, but it could be both things.]

I absolutely love the character consistency that when a space station suddenly explodes, and he is thrust into the vacuum of space instantaneously, Big Words still takes the time to say “An irreparable breech in the hull?  I am at a loss for words.” Classic. It must be both fun and challenging for the writer to come up with improbably tangled ways of saying simple things throughout the story.

[minecraftrelatedrandomness]

the diary excerpts, 18 nov 2023

(transcript under the cut)

Part 1

[On the lectern are tattered pages, ripped from what seems to be a diary.]

This day marks a year, a truly joyous year full of good ale and high spirits! The Firecrests have had wondrous success; sailing the high seas together as one has been a dream come true!

It's been heartwarming to see everyone come together. Finally, after years of dark times, there's been light. It feels like a family.

I have high hopes for the future of the Firecrests, and as we continue to build the Faction Isles, I can't wait to sail onwards with my crew.

Part 2

[On the lectern are tattered pages, ripped from what seems to be a diary.]

Entry 2: This isn't how things were meant to go… I understood from the offset that this task of mine came with a heavy yoke [misspelled as 'yolk']. "The ends justify the means", pah!

I was blinded by my own accomplishments. People finally had a space to thrive, to belong, and I felt that as long as they were happy, what did it matter how it… ended…

Others are becoming suspicious, disappearances [misspelled as 'dissapearances'] are becoming more common; I've tried to insist that we need to slow down, that I need more time… They won't listen.

I fear, with the growing discord in the ranks, that my time here may be coming to an end…

Part 3

[On the lectern are tattered pages, ripped from what seems to be a diary.]

Entry 3: [I] HAVE to leave, [I] have to go… I Can't, can't bear [misspelled as 'bare'] the…

They know. They all know. I can tell, I can hear…

She's coming; she's coming and they won't listen to me. I can't stay here any longer.

I'm sorry, I've failed you all, I wasn't trying to– I was just… May Iris have mercy on us all.

Part 4

What lies ahead? Find me. 3653 89 -2510

[plothooksinc]

👋 fanfic writer ask game: 3, 4, 15?

Yosh o/

3. What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

A couple, but they're both ROTTMNT because everything else is already in the process of being written. One being relatively short and like a palate cleanser for NRFTW I guess (and because Hueso's entire presence in that fic was trying to get Leo to pick up his phone because there are humans in his restaurant whyyy):

Hueso takes his trash out at the end of the night and finds Leo sprawled in his dumpster for unknown reasons, but he's slightly bruised and exceedingly high and this is a very large test of Hueso's patience (and he doesn't feel any concern, of course he doesn't)

Okay, so upgrading Bishop from annoying third-wheel thorn in everyone's side to the outright antagonist as the man tries to adjust his world view after the events of NRFTW and makes a few calls, some of them surprisingly decent but several of them Not Decent At All, on the background of the turtles dealing with weird spots of corruption in mechanical objects found across the city (think Rise comedy crossed with creepy horrorville as a vending machine tries to pack itself with victims off the street, or an ATM literally having an existential crisis, and then there's all those Albearto bears)-- luckily Donnie seems to know where to find all this weird corruption and it reacts to him in a variety of ways from positive to outright yandere. His brothers would really like to know how and why and if he's doing okay? Please? Yes, this is a direct follow on from NRFTW, though several months down the track so Leo can get out of bed already. (The poor guy.)

I did have a third idea but literally 24 hours after I thought of it I saw the plot go past in a summary on AO3 so I went WELP /tosses it out the window, lmao

4. Do you prefer writing multi-chapter or oneshot fanfictions?

Much of a muchness! Like 1. above is a one shot and 2. most definitely isn't, I'm happy to write either depending on the story I try to write. I've written more one shots than multi-lengths, I think, but sometimes you can tell stories in the space of a few pages. (And sometimes you think you can and you're crying 89 pages later going why.)

15. Are there words, phrases, mannerisms or scenes you tend to use a lot?

Oh gosh, yes. People blink and breathe a lot in my fics, lmao. I MEAN WE ALL DO but I use them as shorthand for //processing// a lot, or breathing to steel yourself for what you're about to do next, etc etc. As said much earlier, I have a habit of saying such things like "He slept" but I've been good about this lately! (She says knowing full well she uses it in the chapter she's currently writing, shh.)

I tend to quirk a lot of small grins, have lopsided grins, and You Would Not Believe How Many Characters Are Capable Of Raising A Solitary Eyebrow (Or Eye Ridge As The Case May Be) and I have a fondness for writing scenes where characters wake up after several days out but that's just the comfort side of my hurt/comfort head space. Also I apparently kidnap people a lot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALSO LIKE MANY I SUFFER FROM SAID-BOOKISM (i.e. way too many adverbs, I literally comb through afterward and try to remove some they're just everywhere like my italics) so. I definitely have my tells as an author, but hopefully nobody grinds their teeth over them, lmao.

Thank you!

Fanfic Writer Ask Game Here

[morfinwen]

1, 13, 19, 40, 64, 65, 89, and 99 for the fanfic writers ask, please?

This dates back to uh January. But i just finished it!

1. do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

I think it’s the middles that usually throw me, so it’s like i’ve got a destination, but it leads through figurative wilderness through which i can only hope to find a road, or at least a reasonably hikeable deer path.

13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

This story basically died at chapter 5. I had no idea how to handle the current section or where it would go after that, so it just sat there. For months -- years, i think -- i made no progress on it. Then out of nowhere, i knew how to proceed. And i finished it without any further struggles. To this day, i have no idea why, but i’m very happy about it.

19. what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

If it seems like i’ve been particularly influenced by someone, let me know! Because i certainly don’t have a clue.

40. best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

I’ve probably talked about the actual best feedback i’ve ever gotten already, but recently a blog i like reblogged one of my fics and tagged it “oooh i like this”, which was encouraging.

64. what is your favorite title for a fic you’ve read? 

I don’t really notice names, and i don’t have the patience to comb through all 20 pages of bookmarked fic on AO3 to find The Best Ones, so i’m going with one of the first ones i found. That said, Nothing Says “Feel Better Soon” Like Grand Larceny is a good title.

65. what is your favorite title for a fic you’ve written? 

Names are hard and most of them are not superb, but my most recent posted work, “of fire lilies and boys with golden eyes” is perhaps my favorite. That, or “Mirror Zombies”.

89. sarcastic narrators: entertaining or overdone?

I don’t think they’re overdone, it’s just a matter of doing it well. 

99. was being a writer a dream of yours when you were little? or did it spring up when your older? or is it just a hobby? 

My first memories of using a computer are using it to write stories, and at one point i found an old notebook in which my mom had written down stories i had come up with but wasn’t able to write for myself. So yeah, it’s a very old hobby of mine.

Thanks for asking!

[kissthesun-gvf]

Night Shift

Does anyone else remember that interview where Jake mentioned that he could see himself working in the medical field if the band had never happened? Well, I got off my shift at the hospital tonight and starting thinking about it.

TW: Death

“Your AM doctor will be in at 8 for rounds, so you can check in again then,” you smiled while leaving the room of the last patient on your floor. You turned around and your smile immediately dropped. You and night shifts did NOT get along, but they were something you couldn’t avoid during residency. “Why are the last two hours of the shift always the longest?” Jake asked you, spinning around from the other side of the nurses station as you opened your chart. “That’s a really great question,” you huffed. Before he could respond, the one sound you dreaded the most started blaring across the floor.

The red alarm flashing on the monitor in front of you confirmed it: someone was coding. “Shit.” you whispered as you and Jake both ran towards the end of the hall. “No, no, no,” you continued to yourself as you realized what room it was. The patient was an 89 year old man who you’d spent many hours with over the last week that he’d been a patient of yours. The next few minutes were a blur. Jake quickly pushed medication as you began chest compressions, taking turns with one of the floor nurses after a while. Before you knew it, it had been long enough that logically, everyone in the room knew the likelihood of getting him back was small, his condition worsening the odds even more. And the worst part: you were the one who had to say it. “Still nothing,” the nurse panted, glancing up at the monitor from her position to administer compressions. “One more round!” You barked. Jake’s eyes shot to yours. You could see his wife in your mind. His children gathered around his bed just hours earlier to say goodnight. The nurse beside Jake stopped compressions and he silenced the monitor. “Time of death, 1:22 AM.” Your voice sounded like it was coming from outside of your body, you were completely on autopilot. This hadn’t been the first loss you had seen. But calling it never got easier. You walked over to the bed and pulled the sheet up to cover his face, your breath catching in the back of your throat as you did so. “I’ll take care of calling the family,” the charge nurse told you. She knew how fond you were of this particular patient. You had known when you were given his chart that his chances were slim, but his condition had seemed to be improving. You just nodded to the nurse and left the room, stopping in the hallway and leaning against the wall. “Hey, come here for a moment,” Jake coaxed you, opening the door to the empty med room you had stopped next to. The combination of this particular loss and the fact that you were running on around 3 hours of sleep had you on the verge of a full on breakdown, and Jake knew it. You didn’t even say anything. He just pulled you into a hug and stood there with you, rubbing your back and helping you to calm down. After a moment you lifted your head up and looked at him, both of you with glossy eyes. “Thank you Jake. I um, I should get back to work. God, I still have charting to do and then shift change and rounding before I can get out of here,” you breathed, head spinning at the thought. “Go chart in the lounge. I’ll page you if anything comes up,” Jake replied, opening the door behind you to head to the sound of a call light going off. “Thanks, Jakey,” you smiled. “I’ll see you at home, darling,” he grinned back.

[myraelvira]

A Conversation with Sammy Duet

On December 21st, 2022, I had the pleasure of speaking with Sammy Duet on Zoom. Sammy has been in a plethora of bands, such as Crowbar, Ritual Killer, Goatwhore, and of course, Acid Bath. Acid Bath was the main reason I had hoped to chat with him, as earlier that year I made a 2 hour video about the band, and managed to write somewhere around 89 pages on their history. And yet, after it all, I still had questions left unanswered even after listening to the hours of his archived live streams, and the various newspaper clippings that I came across online. I watched what I am pretty sure was every Goatwhore/Sammy Duet interview at the time. And while there were some really good interviews out there, none were able to answer those final Acid Bath questions I had.

For some reason, I sent him a message on Instagram asking if he’d be interested in ‘totally not an interview because I’m not a journalist 🤮’ at 2 am one night. Surprisingly, a few hours later, he said yes. After a while, it finally happened.

December 21st was that special day, and when I messaged him asking we were still on, he replied telling me “Yes!”. Once I read that, I went into panic mode. It was happening. It was really happening. I was so incredibly nervous, I could not stop trembling. I had to take extra anxiety pills to calm the fuck down. They barely worked. My stupid ass was a few minutes late trying to finish my makeup and he was already in the Zoom room, waiting for me. I could have just shit myself right there. But I hadn’t even eaten yet that day. [Also, it’s not like I wasn’t totally crushing on him or anything.]

I quickly set up my camera and tried to point it at me. I couldn’t really tell if it was a good angle or not. I didn’t have my glasses on, because I wanted him to think I was cute.

We talked for about 10 minutes before I realized that I wasn’t recording anything. Things didn’t go as planned, and the audio got jacked up. But it was a fun experience either way. Below is a majority of the conversation, transcribed by myself. The conversation as a whole went longer than I think either of us planned. My recorded audio is about 1 hour and 38 minutes long. I hope that if you read this, you get to learn something new today. (●'◡'●)

The actual beginning of the recording starts off with Sammy talking about some of the religious experiences he had as a child. This is only partial audio, but we briefly discussed the oddity of Pentecostal women having to be fully clothed, and how, at least where he lived growing up, that there were people of this denomination that would snake handle. The act of handling snakes, knowing that they’re dangerous, but having the faith in God that things would be okay. As Sammy said,

“This snake isn’t going to bite me and kill me, because God loves me so much. And I guess that’s why my religious beliefs are so [different] you know? It's that kind of thing, it’s completely polar opposite.”

Me: You know, it’s funny you say that, where I live, now in just in the middle of nowhere in rural Texas, you have the Mexican Catholics, and the cultish looking Pentecostals. Like for example, if I go to the grocery store, I’ll see the women-I don’t know how it is over there-

Sammy: They’ve got a lot of clothes!

Me: Yeah, it’s the long, long, skirts

Sammy: Long skirts, long sleeved shirts, and their hair is made up, I feel very sorry for those women. But anyway!

[We talked a little bit more about religion, but unfortunately I can’t make out the audio fully. I had mentioned how even to this day, I’m trying to undo behaviors that are deeply rooted in religion, I didn’t even realize it. Sammy seemed to understand, and ended his commentary with, “Don’t even get me started on that”. ]

Me: There is some things that I found pretty interesting while I was doing my research for the Acid Bath shit, and some coincidences that made me think, “Oh that’s so freakin’ weird!”. When I had read online, I had found the newspaper article online, saying that you guys were really big in South Dakota…for some god awful reason.

Sammy: Uh, what happened with that was, nobody cared. [We] were playing maximum for [small groups of people]. So basically, when we were together, playing and touring, there wasn’t a whole lot of…attention! So like, when we would go on tour, we’d play 4 shows, max as Acid Bath, and nobody cared.

Something happened in Sioux Falls, South Dakota where there was the guy that ran this radio show out there, and everybody from the college would hear, and he would constantly play Acid Bath. And for some reason…I guess it caught on in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. The first time we played there, it was like-insane. When we’d tour the United States, like I said, we would have played like to 5 people a night. I mean, that’s a massive jump to play one show, and then one where there’s a crowd there.

It surprised us! Ya know? So that’s why that place was such a special place for Acid Bath, because the first time we played there, it was insane! So that’s why Sioux Falls, South Dakota [was significant for us]. Sioux Falls, South Dakota, imagine that. I did not see that coming.

Me: No, I couldn’t either. I was really surprised…I mean, I can tell you why you guys were so popular there, it’s because nothing else ever comes up there; and I say that because I lived up in South Dakota for about 6 years, but I lived on the western side of the state from Box Elder, Rapid City, to Spearfish. Granted, those sides of the states are so different of course, but still similar at the same time. I mean, South Dakota is not the type of place that people go to play shows at. It was like 2008 or 2009 on Type O Negative’s last tour that they decided to come to Rapid City, and I was shocked.

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Me: I noticed that there were a lot of videos from around the 2015 time period, where people would say, “Hey Sammy, you haven’t seen Goblin yet?”. I mean now, have you?

Sammy: The band Goblin?

Me: Yes.

Sammy: No, I haven’t seen them yet. I always wanted to. Sucks. And recently they played at a place in New Orleans, earlier last March. [I can’t make out the audio, but he talked about the place that they played at, a chill place where people like to hang out. “But once again, I didn’t see them”, as he was touring.]

Me: There was this video from 2013 where Goatwhore played at Housecore Horror in Austin, Texas, in 2013. Then 2 years later, Housecore Horror was in San Antonio, and I went to that one and I’ll never forget, that they had Goblin there, playing the soundtrack to ‘Dawn of The Dead’ as the movie played. [The 1978 version that is] And I was like, “Oh my god! If only Goatwhore played at the 2015 Housecore Horror!”. Was this the same time period where King Diamond said that you guys were too heavy for him?

Sammy: No, that was around the Abigail tour. I think it was around the anniversary tour? One of those. But uh, yeah, it was the Abigail anniversary tour or whatever. [He was still thinking about it, but couldn’t seem to place it exactly]

Me: I just thought that was interesting, like man, if you guys came to the 2015 one, you guys could have watched it. You could have been there. (┬┬﹏┬┬)

Well, I’ve got to ask, with “Angels Hung From The Arches of Heaven”, is it supposed to be the Ten of Swords [tarot card]?

Sammy: Yes. It is the Ten of Swords. It’s supposed to represent something very bad happening.

[I had asked him if it was meant to be reversed, though he didn’t tell me yes or no. I honestly don’t think it was supposed to be, based off what he told me.]

Me: Yes, yes…believe me. I was really curious about the back, at least, the back of vinyl, I bought mine through Bandcamp so I don’t know if you guys have it totally different in other ones, but the back kind of reminds me of the Page of Swords. Is that intentional? Or is it just a skeleton dude?

Sammy: I don’t-I wanna say for sure. Like, our singer Ben Falgoust and the artist, Jordan Barlow are on the same wavelength when they came up with ideas. It might be.

Me: Yeah, I wasn’t sure, because the sword was pointing down. I’m sure you already know, but the regular card has the sword pointing up. Why the Ten of Swords though?

Sammy: I mean, like I said, usually when you see the Ten of Swords in the cards it is not something good. I usually like to leave the interpretation [out in the open].

Me: Does it have anything to do with “Weight of a Soulless Heart” or Perdition [And I Was Delivered From The Wound of Perdition]?

Sammy: There’s no real connection to any song, it’s kind of…it’s not connected to any song.

Me: Mhm…even “Invocation 3”?

Sammy: Yes…yes.

Me: When are we gonna get “Invocation 4”?

Sammy: Probably on the next record. We might skip 4 and go with 7.

Me: Why?

Sammy: Why not?

Me: Well then it’s gonna be like Microsoft going from Windows 8 to 10!

Sammy: Exactly! Or you never know, it could be like “Invocation 3.1”.

Me: Enough about technology! Anyway, the reason I even bring up the Ten of Swords, is because some of the interviews I watched, some people called it the 9 of swords. And I was like, “Do I need a new pair of glasses?” because I kept counting 10.

But it was really interesting to me, because I saw the artwork and thought, “That’s some spooky shit” because early this year, in January [2022], I had a tarot reading and I was lucky enough to get the Ten of Swords reversed! Could you believe that? And a couple of other things, like the Page of Swords, The Devil, so obviously I had a really great year.

But, I saw that and I was like, “Man I don’t know why it’s exactly connected together” but, for whatever reason, ‘Angels Hung From The Arches of Heaven’ came at a point in my life where things were not exactly great.

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Me: So here’s the Acid Bath stuff. Honestly, who came up with the name?

Sammy: It was our drummer [Jimmy Kyle]. This was back when the band was still called Golgatha. There were all these changes happening, so we decided to change the name and couldn’t really think of a really good name because all the really cool names were taken at the time. And, during that point and time, the five of us were taking a lot LSD. Like. A lot. And, somebody, I believe it was Jimmy, brought up the name because we were so fond of this LSD we were taking, that we were like “Why don’t we change the name to Acid Bath?”. Let’s roll with that, and if anything better comes up, a better idea, we could change to that. But it just kind of stuck. That’s basically where the name came from.

Me: So was the connection to the Acid Bath Killer unintentional?

Sammy: Yes. We were not aware of that at the time.

Me: I had wondered about that, and I know that people have asked you about that before. I kind of like the idea of being so…so fucking high that you’re stuck in an “acid bath”.

Sammy: Yeah…it kind of happens you know.

Me: I had read about the Angel’s Trumpet, and I had seen the one video that Josh had posted, of you talking about your experience with it. And I was like, “Fuck that!” [Laughs] I could never do that!

Sammy: Yeah that was no fun. It wouldn’t stop, it lasted for days. That was uh, the first and last time I took Angel’s Trumpets.

Me: Yeah, it sounds kind of like the Methamphetamine version of hallucinogens. I’ve heard of people being high for days on meth.

Sammy: Yeah…it’s not really what I’m into.

Me: What, Angel Trumpets or Meth?

Sammy: Either!

Me: I’m personally not really big into drugs. The most I’ve ever done was just get really fucking high on weed. But, I have issues. I’m the type of person now that, I guess I just smoked so much that I instantly have a panic attack. It happened to me earlier this fuckin’ year.

Sammy: You’re not the only one that feels that way, trust me.

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Me: I wanted to apologize for my actions on Instagram. I know that it wasn’t professional.

Sammy: You have nothing to apologize for. The thing you have to realize, is that I like to fuck with people. So if I give you a smart ass answer….

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Me: You know, I was really curious if you or any of the other guys were into true crime, and stuff like that?

Sammy: I know Dax was heavily into it, he was really into that stuff. But you know, I dabble.

Me: Wow that actually answers a lot for me. I notice that with “Kite String”, it was released right before the 25th anniversary of Tate-LaBianca.

Sammy: That was completely unintentional.

Me: I once had seen that somebody has asked you what you thought of Charles Manson’s music. Do you actually like it?

Sammy: I had one record, but it had some really good songs on it. In one recording, he stops, and he starts yelling at this person. A guy comes in and asks for a cigarette, and Charlie loses his mind.

Me: That sounds like how he was, from everything I read.

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Me: I forgot to ask you, how are you doing today?

Sammy: Good. Just practicing. A lot. Getting ready for the tour. [This was a little over a month before they went on tour in Europe at the beginning of 2023].

Me: Are you nervous?

Sammy: Oh no.

Me: Did you by chance ever see the Acid Bath video I made?

Sammy: No, I haven’t yet.

Me: It’s alright, I mean, it’s 2 hours long. [When I said this he looked shocked]. I guess I did find quite a bit of information.

What ever happened to Kelly [Audie’s brother]?

Sammy: Kelly, the last I heard, was in the military. I know I was hanging out with him a lot for a long time, then he just kind of…disappeared.

Me: I don’t know if you’re familiar with the Metal Archives, but it had said that you and Kelly had been in a band together, what, like a 2-piece?

Sammy: It was a 3-piece band, it was like, a Doom band. Myself and Kelly, and the drummer. It never really went anywhere

Me: So it just lasted all in the same year that it started?

Sammy: Yeah. You know, we never really took it seriously.

Me: Let’s go back to having hopefully more of a good time. Or at least, I hope you’re having a good time, it’s okay if you’re not.

Sammy: [Laughs]

[ I then asked him if he still had his natural teeth, as years ago, Sammy had to have his jaw wired shut after getting into a bar fight. If you don’t know, this is pretty much the reason how and why Ben Falgoust became the singer for Goatwhore. Since Sammy’s jaw was wired shut! ]

Me: Did you ever go to jail for all the bar fights?

Sammy: Luckily, no. I managed to avoid the police!

Me: It’s funny, I remember this interview that Josh posted on the archive [Acid Bath Archive on youtube] where they called you Bart Simpson. Do you feel like, growing up, you were a lot like Bart?

Sammy: [Pause] No.

Me: Really?

Sammy: No. I was a lot more, how can I say it, I was a lot more intellectual. I was always aware of the repercussions of my actions. I was always…”How could I not get caught?”. How to get away with doing this fucked up shit.

Me: Well, what was the shit you were doin’? Were you throwing roaches at people?

Sammy: Kid shit! You get bored, and do dumb shit. Trying to not get caught. A lot of kids would do it, and not worry about the repercussions I was always aware of “How can I do this and not get caught?”.

Me: I found this newspaper clipping about that stabbing, I think you guys were on tour with Incantation. Do you remember that?

Sammy: Yes, I remember that. We were on tour, I want to say it was either Brooklyn or Manhattan, something like that. And Incantation and Immolation played a show at this place called ‘The Voodoo Lounge’. And it was downstairs in this basement, and it was like, the show was just-insanity. You couldn’t move in the place, it was crazy. And apparently, the other guy there was very short tempered. Something happened, where the singer at the time, Mike, that was singing for Incantation, was walking through the crowd to get to the backstage. And then this place was so fucking packed you had to kind of squeeze your way through. And apparently Mike and another guy act like he’s trying to get through the crowd and the guy pulled out a knife. Like, slashed Mike’s forearm. And this other guy jumped in to stop it and then that guy gets his face slashed. So they wrestled the guy to get the knife, and he gets out of the hold that our friends got him in and runs upstairs outside. So they catch him, and they proceed to beat the living shit out of him. The cops show up and they’re like, “Yeah, alright, we’re taking this guy to jail.”. Seeing the guy outside, his head was just wrapped up with gauze. They beat this guy up bad. But the funny thing was, the cops came, it was a big fiasco and there was blood everywhere. But the cops just arrested the one guy that did the stabbing and just let everybody else go. Mike had been slashed on his arm, on his bicep, and the guy who was slashed in the face was basically holding his face together.

Me: Would you consider writing a book about your life?

Sammy: Possibly, you know? If the situation was right. Yeah probably you know? I’ve been definitely approached about it a couple of times.

Me: What would be the right situation?

Sammy: Just having someone that actually gives a fuck about reading. Someone that would honestly be into it, and into the details. I’d actually want to do it the right way, and actually kind of engage the reader rather than “Oh ya know, this happened….” And getting to the point instead of, “I had a pet horse when I was 8.”.

Me: Did you have a pet horse when you were 8?

Sammy: Actually, yes!

Me: [Laughs]

Sammy: I had a horse and other phantom pets.

Me: I heard that you spent a little bit of your childhood in Scotland. Right? Or no?

Sammy: Yes. I can’t really remember a whole lot about it. I was so young when it happened. But my father, at the time, was a tugboat captain. Something happened where he had some job out there, for like, a couple of years. So me, my mom, and my sister moved out there.

Me: That’s really interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anybody living in Scotland. I didn’t even know that people actually lived there. [Laughs]

Sammy: Yes! Lots of people live out there!

Me: I don’t know what my segue was from there, but what would you say is your earliest memory in life?

Sammy: I can’t answer that.

Me: Well what is it today? It’s okay if it’s the horses at 8, I can accept that.

Sammy: I can’t, I can’t answer that question. [Laughs] Like, I’d have to sit here and really think…I can’t answer that question. I don’t know. My earliest memory…I can’t answer that. I don’t know.

Me: Do you feel like the older you get, age is a luxury?

Sammy: Uh, to an extent yes. You start to realize a lot of things that [don’t matter].

Me: What were the things that concerned you when you were younger?

Sammy: Oh just things in life, nothing in particular. Ya know? The things you worry about, that you won’t worry about in ten years. It’s now irrelevant. It’s like the older you get, the less fucks you give.

Me: Is it true that you actually grew up speaking Cajun French first?

Sammy: Yes.

Me: If you were to hear bits and pieces today, would you be able to say, “Oh I know that word!”?

Sammy: Oh yeah. I mean, I kind of lost it, I haven’t spoken it in so long, but [if I hear someone speak it] it’ll come back to me.

Me: Are you lost during the times that you go to France?

Sammy: No, Cajun French is very similar. I’ll hear things and think, “I know what they’re talking about”. I’m not gonna get into the conversation. The way I was taught how to speak French, they’d probably look at me like I was fucking crazy.

Me: That’s actually pretty funny, that was actually like a coincidence. Back in school I took five years of French and not because I genuinely wanted [at first]. It was really weird where my last name was at the end of the alphabet, so for whatever reason, they [my school] had it set up where if your last name was A-M, they could go to Spanish class; And everyone else gets French. And I was everyone else. I still even remember some of it, ya know?

I was confused when you called Boris [one of his cats] a ‘cochon’, because I thought it was ‘cornichon’. And I was like, “Why did you call him a pickle?” [Laughs]

Sammy: Cochon means pig. (‾◡◝)

Me: So what do you guys do on tour for food?

Sammy: Unfortunately, we have to eat a lot of fast food. Sometimes it’s a gamble, because you never know if it’s going to be really good or terrible. So it’s just kind of like, ya know, eating a lot of fast food wishing the best; and then we carry a lot of stuff in the van that won’t go bad. Stuff that’s sustainable.

Me: Well, if I didn’t know better, it sounds like you’re living through the apocalypse.

Sammy: Almost…it’s kind of a preparation.

Me: [Laughs] Are you a doomsday prepper?

Sammy: No.

Me: Why not? [Laughs] 15 gallon buckets of corn! Delicious.

Sammy: If I die, I’ll die. When it’s my time, it’s okay.

Me: How would you want to be remembered?

Sammy: Huh? I don’t know. That’s a good question. I’d like to be remembered as anyone would like to remember me. That’s how I’d like to be remembered. Cause I won’t have any say in the situation after it happens.

Me: Were you one of these people during the Pandemic taking all the toilet paper?

Sammy: No, I was not.

Me: Would you admit it if you were?

Sammy: Yes, I would.

Me: [Laughs] What do you use? 1-ply, 2-ply, 3-ply? I’ve read somewhere that there’s 4.

Sammy: Whatever is cheapest. It’s just my butt.

Me: Why not?

Sammy: Ya know, it’s a butt! It’ll be fine!

Me: So, how Southern would you rate yourself? Do you deep fry everything and drink sweet tea?

Sammy: To an extent yes, I’d say about a 6 or a 7.

Me: [Laughs] Well, what would make a 10?

Sammy: What would make a 10? If all you drank was sweet tea, and deep fried…EVERYTHING! That would make a 10, yes.

Me: [Laughs] So do you go fishing when you’re at home?

Sammy: No unfortunately, I would love to but uh, I haven’t had the opportunity in a few years.

Me: Would you fish for fun, or catch something and eat it?

Sammy: If we caught something that was tasty, we’d keep it and fucking eat it. Yeah, hell yeah!

Me: Are you allergic to anything?

Sammy: Nothing. I’m impenetrable.

Me: Do you guys like Arby’s, or do you avoid it?

Sammy: We try to avoid Arby’s at all costs. It’s definitely not high on the list. We try to eat relatively healthy.

Me: Would you consider becoming a vegan like Rob Zombie?

Sammy: Um, no. I like seafood too much.

Me: Are you a cook, or do you like to cook?

Sammy: I…I have my moments. Yeah.

Me: [Laughs] I’m just asking! You seem to take offense to that.

Sammy: No! I’m not offended. I can cook simple things, ya know?

Me: What like frying eggs or?

Sammy: [Pauses] I can definitely fry an egg.

Me: [Laughs]

Sammy: I can cook all kinds of stuff. Ya know, raised in southern Louisiana, that’s all there was to do, cook. My mom was cooking something, my dad was cooking something, grandmothers. I kind of learned a lot of stuff from that.

Me: Have you ever eaten rattlesnake?

Sammy: No, I have not eaten rattlesnake, ever. But I’m willing to try it, yes.

Me: We had some a few years ago, a friend came back from his farm with I think, a diamondback rattle snake. You know, one of those ‘fucking kill you’ ones, and we skinned it. Basically, to me, it tasted like pork. More like a pork chop, than people will say chicken. I would recommend it, just try not to get yourself killed while doing it.

Personally, I like to cook. That’s my main thing. I always say, if I end up on like, my 600 pound life, at least I ate really good food. Not that I want to be like that.

Sammy: Alright, I have to get going. So, it was very nice talking to you.

Me: Mhm

Sammy: [Teases me for saying ‘mhm’, because I was doing it the whole conversation]

Me: What?!

Sammy: It’s alright. I gotta go do some errands I have to go buy some fish.

Me: Oh…oh my god it is. Sorry about that.

Sammy: That’s alright. So uh, it was nice talking to you.

Me: I really enjoyed this, I did. I appreciate this. (❁´◡`❁)

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Once again, I have to say thank you to Sammy for agreeing to do this with me. It was a real pleasure talking to you. I really hope in the future that we can do this again!

If you're interested in following his social media, he is most commonly found on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sammypierreduet/

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alright y’all this has been a really wild week but i’m so fucking lucky that the incredible ceecee @evanbucxley did me the honor of letting me turn her incredible fic ripples all the way down into a paperback

With some coercion, Buck allows Maddie to set him up on a date. Surprisingly, the date goes well — and it keeps his mind off the unnamable feelings he’s been studiously ignoring for his best friend.

Until Christopher’s science report on gentoo penguins — no, seriously — sets off a series of events that has him somehow spending more time at the Diazes’ side, and he feels like he’s going just a little bit insane trying to juggle a burgeoning relationship, his jealousy over Eddie’s own new relationship with Ana, and his inability to move on from the place that’s been his for three years in the Diazes’ lives.

Oh, and Eddie keeps looking at him like he has something to say — except he never says it.

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Series: Movies with Marcus (Part 2)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: Your attraction to Marcus grows, but you can’t act on it at work, right?

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A/N: I’ve decided to make this a series!  Here is Part 1.  I have no idea how FBI stuff works.  Just know that they are on a case that involves art, don’t think too much about it.  I have tagged some people who were interested after the last one.  Please let me know if you would like to be tagged, or if you are tagged and want to be removed.  Enjoy!

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Marcus was not kidding about being a cuddly sleeper.

That night, he had removed the pillows separating you and pulled you into his strong, warm body.  He started kissing you tenderly, running his fingers through your hair.  Gentle brushes of lips turned more insistent as he ran his hand down your back, over the swell of your ass, and down to your bare legs.

You think he might be a leg man.  

He hiked your knee up on his hip and gripped handfuls of your thigh.  His fingers barely skimmed the edges of your underwear, driving you crazy with want.  He slid his hand down to your ankle, encircling it with his long fingers, before travelling back up, caressing every inch of your skin and gripping your hip.  His fingers pressing indents into your flesh.

You had dug your hands into his hair, the idea of messing up his usually perfectly styled locks spurring you on.  You explored his muscular shoulders and back with your hands and his plush lips with your mouth.  His skin was hot and smooth beneath your palms.

You wanted him to grab your ass or slide his palm under your shirt, but he didn’t.  Such a gentleman.  It only made you want him more.

When you moved to feel the hard length of him between you, he had grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

“Not tonight,” he panted against you.  “I won’t be able to stop.”

You had reluctantly agreed.

The kisses were slower after that, sweeter.  Eventually you turned in his arms and he pulled your back into his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you.  You tucked perfectly into his broad chest.  He kissed your neck and whispered, “Goodnight,” into your hair.

You let the warmth of his body sink into your back and lull you to sleep.

He didn’t let go of you all night.

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That was five days ago.

The first week on a new case is intense – meeting after meeting getting the team on the same page, piles of paperwork, and hours of video surveillance footage.  You missed half of Monday just trying to get to California, so have been working late in the evenings to make up time.  You collapse into bed each night exhausted.  You and Marcus have barely had a chance to talk outside of work.

The stress of being back in Sacramento has been an added burden for Marcus.  You notice him get a distant look in his eye and a tick in his jaw sometimes.  Midweek, he disappeared from your shared work area looking tense.  He returned a while later, much more at ease.  You don’t pry, but you have a feeling he went looking for closure and found it.

You are confident that what happened in the hotel room wasn’t going to be a one-time thing.  You can tell he still wants you by the heated glances he throws your way and how he nudges his knee against yours under the conference room table where no one can see.

You’ve done your share of surreptitious flirting as well.  Brushing up against him in the breakroom.  Bending over his desk to look at something on his computer monitor.  You may have chosen to wear skirts to work this week and pretended not to notice when Marcus’s eyes lingered on your legs.  You almost feel bad for teasing him, but you might be more worked up than he is.

You are going to burst if you don’t get him alone soon.

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105 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

#4

Even Cary Grant Wanted to be Cary Grant

Series: Movies with Marcus (Part 3)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: One bed, but on purpose this time

Word count: 1.7k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: oral sex (f receiving)

A/N: It’s about time! Amirite? I am so thankful for your comments and reblogs!  I hope you enjoy another installment these adorable dorks.  I have tagged some people who enjoyed the previous parts. I hope that’s ok!  Please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

Masterlist

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The crisp evening air greets you as you step out onto the sidewalk.  It’s a welcome relief after the close heat of the video booth.  You and Marcus had managed to separate yourselves and focus long enough to review the footage you wanted to get through that afternoon, but only because of that one word promise you had made to each other – later.

“Can I buy you dinner?” Marcus asks, stepping close to you.

“Sure, where should we go?” you smile, looking up at him.

Marcus opens his mouth then closes it.  He glances up and down the street looking uncomfortable.

“What’s the matter?”

“Well, I—uh, I would normally take you to my favorite diner for pancakes, breakfast for dinner is kind of my thing, but I have some umm—unpleasant memories associated with that place now.”  He drags a hand down his face.

Damn that woman.  Her loss.

“I heard some of the local agents talking about a new place a few blocks down.  How about we go there?”  You slide your hand into his, linking your fingers together.

Marcus sighs with relief.  “New sounds good.”

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“It can’t be done.”

“Try anyway.”

“But it’s impossible!”

“Stop whining and choose.”

Marcus lets out an aggrieved sigh.  “Fine.  If I had to choose my favorite Cary Grant movie… I guess I would say Charade.”

“Do you just have a thing for Audrey Hepburn?” you tease.

“The thing I may or may not have for Audrey Hepburn is unimportant.”  He smiles into his drink.

“I can’t argue with Charade.  It’s excellent.  So suspenseful.  But what about North by Northwest?”

“See!  This is why you shouldn’t have made me choose!” Marcus throws his hands up in exasperation and leans towards you across the table.  “North by Northwest is a perfect movie.  Is it your favorite?”

“Oh, I could never pick a favorite, that’s impossible,” you reply, widening your eyes innocently.

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#3

Zero (Marcus Pike drabble)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: Marcus shares the results of his vasectomy

Word count: 225

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Vasectomy kink? Whatever the opposite of breeding kink is lol

A/N: This is just a bit of fun, hardly worth a tag, but I’m doing it anyway.  Enjoy!

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“Zero?” you ask, unsure.

“Zero.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.  The doctor gave me the all-clear.”

“So there’s no chance I’ll get pregnant?”

“That’s right, no chance.”

A shiver runs up your spine.  Marcus continues his trek up your body, placing lingering kisses on your ribs and chest.  His thick cock nudges against your leg.

“No more pill?” you ask, trying to wrap your mind around this reality.

“No more pill.”

“No condoms?”

“No condoms.  Thank God,” he mumbles against your skin.

His nose brushes the sensitive skin of your neck.  You’re done.  Your family is complete.  You love your children, asleep in the next room, and wanted them so much, but pregnancy and the aftermath was fucking difficult.  You were slowly coming out of the exhausted haze you’d been living in the last 4 years.  There was light at the end of the tunnel and there was no way you were going back in.

Wetness pools between your legs as your husband whispers the promises of his vasectomy into your skin.

He reaches your lips and you welcome him with a moan.  He teases you with his tongue while he guides the tip of his cock through your wet folds.  He notches himself at your entrance and pulls back to look deep into your eyes.

“Ready to not make a baby?” he asks, eyes twinkling.

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114 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

#2

Dangerous When Wet

Series: Movies with Marcus (Part 4)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: You and Marcus watch a movie

Word count: 1.4k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: unprotected PIV (established relationship)

A/N: It’s the name of a movie you guys, get your minds out of the gutter 😇 Esther Williams movies hold a very dear place in my heart.  My favorite, in case you were wondering, is Bathing Beauty.  This installment marks the end of this little series, for now at least.  I hope you’ve enjoyed it!  Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!  PS- If someone could edit Teresa out of this gif, I would be forever grateful ❤️ UPDATE!! Thank you @nicolethered for the new gifs!! I couldn’t pick just one!

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And the Walls Came Tumbling Down

Series: Movies with Marcus (Part 1)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: There was only one bed

Word count: 1.5k

Rating: Mature (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: none

A/N:  Remember when I said I only wrote original characters? Ha! Silly me, when am I going to learn to stop putting myself in boxes?  This idea popped in my head last night and wouldn’t go away.  I have only watched Pedro’s scenes from The Mentalist, so I apologize for inaccuracies.  I hesitate to even try to add my voice to the many, many incredible writers on here with their varied and wonderful takes on Marcus Pike.  I love them all.  But I’ve decided to lean into the more-is-more mentality of the fandom and just go for it.  I’m tagging some people I think might enjoy this, I hope that’s ok!  Thank you so much for reading!  Be gentle!

Update: I decided to make this a series!  This is Part 1.  Here is Part 2!

Masterlist

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Great.  Just great.  Not only were you forced to share a room at this crappy airport hotel, there is only one bed.  One fucking bed.

You move farther inside the room and drop your carry-on luggage on the dresser with a groan.

You hear Marcus swear under his breath behind you as he realizes the extent of the predicament you were in.

You and Marcus didn’t usually work together.  Definitely not alone together.  He arrived at the DC office 3 months ago and had quickly gained a reputation among your co-workers for being friendly and kind, in addition to being devastatingly handsome.  But not to you.  To you he was cold and distant.  You were never on the receiving end of one of his megawatt smiles.  Not that you cared.  You definitely didn’t.

The two of you being assigned to this case was a weird fluke – your respective partners out of commission for different reasons.  You were headed to investigate a theft in Sacramento, CA.  Rumor had it, Marcus had some connections there.  You were fuzzy on the details.

You were supposed to catch a connecting flight out of O’Hare tonight, but icy conditions forced your flight from Dulles to reroute to Moline, Illinois.  Wherever the hell that was.  Of course your luggage was trapped on the plane.

You thank your lucky stars that you bought a t-shirt from a shop at the airport while Marcus arranged for the hotel and for the fact that you always kept a spare pair of underwear in your carry-on.

Marcus is still frowning at the bed.

“I suppose we could hang up a sheet, like in It Happened One Night,” you offer.

His head snaps up in surprise, “You know that movie?” he asks.

“1934, Claudette Colbert, Clark Gable, possibly the best movie ever made?  Of course I know that movie,” you reply, annoyed.

“Right, of course, sorry,” he stammers.  “Well, I don’t know about hanging a sheet, but how about a wall of pillows?  Our own wall of Jericho?” he suggests with a shrug.  You definitely don’t notice how his suit jacket stretches across his shoulders.

“Works for me,” you reply, voice tight.  You grab the toiletry kit generously supplied by the hotel front desk, your newly acquired John Deere t-shirt, and head for the bathroom.

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Marcus stares at himself in the bathroom mirror, fists clenched against the countertop.  This is bad.  So bad.

One hotel room.  One fucking bed.

He had begged at the airport for them to find him another room.  He had failed.  And now he had to somehow get through the night – beside you.  You and your plush lips.  You and your soft curves.

He had been drawn to you instantly the first time he met you.  It had been a month after his move to DC.  You had been on assignment when he first arrived, so missed those first few weeks post-Teresa.

You were so smart and witty.  Your smile lit up the room.  Your laugh haunted his dreams.  Also, you were fucking gorgeous.  He felt himself falling.  He had to put a stop to it.

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Waiting for the Night

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Chapter 3 - Denial

Masterlist; Chapter 1; Chapter 2 Summary: Dealing with the ending of the stakeout isn't easy. Especially when the tension between you and Bruce doesn't seem to wane with time... Warnings: Swearing, some angst. Author's Notes: 5.3k and an update sooner than expected. This one is a little slower (aka a filler, but we don't use that word), but it also helps to develop the dynamics and sure as hell these two did surprise me. Hope you will enjoy this and feedback is always welcome ✨ Taglist: @thecraziestcrayon @kookiewastolen @imimsy @tuskens-mando

It took another jarring noise in the distance to make you flinch and remember where you were. And what was going on. God knows how long you had been stood like this, gazing into the eyes of Bruce fucking Wayne, of all people. Perhaps that shock was stronger than expected.

Unable to focus on anything, you took a step back, away from Bruce. His hand fell from your cheek as he stared, equally stunned by everything that happened. It was time to go.

“I… I want to go home” frowning at the hoarseness of your voice, you chose to stare at the pavement cracks.

It was hard to think, let alone face him again. Because you were not sure what had just happened and whether it was important. A headache began building in the back of your head, shadowing every thought with discomfort and tiredness. The last half hour felt like a nightmare, as though it could not have been real. But it was.

“Of course, I’ll… I can take you there, on the motorcycle” the proposition and hesitancy in Bruce’s tone made you glance at him, “If you want,” the blue irises had never left your face, eyes wandering over the features as though he was searching for something.

You did not dare what that could be. The concern you could see in his gaze was enough. Because Bruce Wayne should not care for you. And yet. Brushing off the warmth in your chest at the idea, you waved your hand and tried to put on the most convincing smile:

“There’s no need. I’ll be fine” even to your ears, it sounded like a terrible lie, but you pressed on, upon seeing doubt in his eyes, “Seriously,”

Only because coming back with Bruce sounded like something that could lead to a mistake. Because, now of all times, you did not trust your judgements or self-control. But, upon seeing the determination on his face, you knew that fight was nearing its finale.

“It’s better you’re not wandering alone at night. I told you it’s dangerous” the moment you noticed a hint of condescension in his voice, it was easy to tell what his tactic was.

And, a more terrifying thought, that he had seen right through you already and knew that it would work. Unwilling to ponder either option, you only cracked a small smile and replied under your breath:

“And, for once, I guess you were right, Wayne” tinge of bitterness made the corners of your eyes burn as you squeezed them shut.

You could not break down in front of him. It would not do. Even though he was right. And perhaps that’s why it hurt.

You could feel Bruce’s steady gaze, trying to read you like a book. Choosing to cut short his attempts, you allowed your eyes to meet his. For a second time this evening, there was no mask. No restraint in place, only the emotions you wanted him to see. Uncertainty, shame, shock, vulnerability were all there. In return, you received another long, searching look, followed by a simple question:

“What?” it was that husky, soft voice again, making it so much more difficult to defy him.

You knew he heard you. The confirmation was there, in the telling pause proceeding the question and in the unusual openness of his expression. As though. for once, Bruce wanted you to see him as he really was. The idea alone made the breath catch in your throat as the answer became glaringly obvious.

“Nothing. Alright, take me home” letting out a long breath, you tried to level the heartrate.

Bruce gave you one final searching look and started leading you through the darkened streets with purpose. Determined not to break down or let the shock consume you whole, you kept your gaze fixed on the ground, focusing your mind on counting the steps. Because anything was better than tearing apart what happened and trying to see whether you could have foreseen it. Because number one rule was not to let anyone see the weaknesses underneath. Or else it would be all lost.

Before you knew how long you had been walking, you felt a pat on your shoulder, making you stop in your tracks and look up. Bruce was standing next to his black motorcycle, eyeing you closely as though worried you still had not made up your mind. In an unconvincing reassurance, you smiled at him and filled in the address unprompted:

“Forrest street, do you know where that is?” glancing at the man, you stepped closer to the machine.

There was always that little bit of residual shame when forced to reveal your address. Because the area was known for its cheap housing and occasional drug busts. Because it was nothing like the Wayne Tower or the whole of the Diamond District. Judgement was to be expected. Only, looking up to meet Bruce’s gaze again, you did not find it. Instead, he gave you a curt nod and replied:

“Yeah, got it” the tone was as neutral as it could get as he hopped on the bike and started up the engine, “C’mon,” Bruce held out an additional helmet.

There was nowhere else to run. Ignoring the sudden onset of panic and unease, you climbed onto the motorcycle behind him and wound your arms around his waist. It felt strange, like something that should not be unexpected yet is, and there is nothing to be done about it. Upon the simple, necessary action, you felt Bruce tense, prompting a question to appear on the tip of your tongue:

“Is this alright?” there was no need to elaborate as you pressed your hands against the fabric of his jacket.

Feeling the material underneath your fingertips, increasingly aware of the consequences and the clamour in your mind. You were already taking it too far.

“Yes” before you could let the anxiety reign free, Bruce gave another simple answer and kicked up the stand.

The motorcycle came to life with a roar and a shudder, making you hug him tighter and press your cheek to his back as you made a U-turn in the darkened alley and drove onto the main street. The glow of the lamps soon became hazy as Bruce accelerated the speed and started winding through the maze of the city. At this hour, main roads and junctions were nearly empty. The city lights shone on the horizon as you zoomed past the bars and clubs, delving deeper into the crumbling urbanism of the cheaper districts.

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Nr 4

Waiting for the Night

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Chapter 2 - In the Shadows

Masterlist; Chapter 1

Summary: The tentative cooperation with Bruce begins, much to his chagrin. With ambition and curiosity in the way, you try to make the best out of the circumstances. Only... it's not that easy when Mr Wayne is concerned.

Warnings: slight mention of non-con (as in the character is in danger, nothing happens, yet the implications are there and some nasty words too); swearing.

Author's Notes: Here it is, finally. 7.9k words of... something. As I plan to follow the film's plot later on, these two needed some bonding. So this is it. This dynamic is fun even though the Reader's actions are sometimes beyond me. She's a feisty one, I'll tell you that. Anyways...

I hope you'll enjoy this update and all feedback is very much appreciated!

Some things were difficult to forget and nearly impossible to ignore. Like that traumatic event from your childhood that no one ever mentioned again. Like that day you first realised you are entirely on your own. Like those damned blue eyes and matching cold reception, you could not shake off even after a few days.

So, you did what had to be done, slipping out of the office early or staying after hours to ask whoever could know anything interesting about the docks’ case. Because you knew that next time you set foot in the Wayne Tower, you must come bearing gifts. Or, perhaps, bearing knowledge. You wrote down every bit of information he could need. The type of weapon used by the murderer, where it could have been acquired. The various theories as towards the motifs, the strands of police’s inquiry and which belongs to which detective. Back in your apartment, you spent the evenings compiling the intel into a comprehensive file so Mr Wayne could use it however he needed. It was either that or scouting the internet for information on the man himself. An obsession? Nope, a case to crack, thank you very much.

Deciding when to come back to the Tower was a throw of a dice, more or less. One morning you woke up to find the window covered in raindrops, and it was done. And no, a dream featuring someone’s blue eyes did not influence it whatsoever. The adrenaline, which had kept you going for days, only did run out before you could press the doorbell, haunted by the golden plaque again. Because it made no fucking sense, burning through the walls of logic you tried to apply to stay sane. Still, it was happening. Ignoring the multiplying doubts, you forced your hand to press the button, again frowning at the piercing sound.

“Hello, my dear” Dory’s smile felt like a balm for the sore heart and ragged nerves.

And so did the recognition in her eyes, making you blurt out without a filter:

“I’d love to lie and say he’s expecting me-” the but got stuck on your tongue as she placed her hand on your shoulder, motioning for you to cross the threshold.

“Mr Wayne told me you’d be back. Come on. It’s dreadful outside” she threw a look full of despise towards the weather on the streets of Gotham and slammed the door shut behind her.

Now that was unexpected.

“Did he now?” you glanced at the maid with unhidden curiosity before muttering under your breath, “Interesting,”

While helpful, it was not what you had expected to happen nor prepared for. The knot in your stomach tightened during the journey up in the elevator, making you grateful to be left to your own devices this time. For a moment, you did wonder whether there would ever come a time when visiting Bruce Wayne would not feel like the worst mistake. There was no answer and lots of doubts, but there was no time to ponder them, for as soon as the cabin came to a standstill with a jerk, you stepped into the study. The confident smile already present on your face, acting as a mask.

The gothic interior once more made you gape as you scanned the horizon for the owner, spotting him hunched over a massive desk in the corner. With his back turned, you could stare a little longer then, taking note of the change in apparel. This time, he was wearing a hoodie, hiding the details of his posture in oversized clothing. The act of looking alone began to feel like a crime, so you took another step into the room and spoke up:

“Did you miss me?” the sweet tint to the vowels was not difficult to find when called for.

Bruce turned in the seat in a flash, eyeing you sharply:

“Of course, it’s you” the annoyance in his voice was already familiar, “What do you want?” so much that you did not blink twice when Bruce looked at you with disdain and stood up from the chair.

Despite yourself, you noticed a tiny change to the usual harsh treatment. This time, he immediately breached the space to address you without too many obstacles. As though he was a little curious about what you could offer. The spark warming up your chest was difficult to stifle. Using the bout of encouragement, you offered another smile and took the folder out of your bag to use it as bait:

“I’ve got some info you could use” as an unintended yawn interrupted your thought, you added, “And coffee, ideally,”

Bruce frowned as though you were a nuisance he did not want to deal with. But before either of you could make the next move, the door opened and closed, followed by a question:

“Bruce, who’s-” you turned towards the voice just as an older man entered the room, looking at you questioningly.

“This is the journalist I mentioned” you never had the chance to introduce yourself, for Bruce had cut right in, an unidentifiable emotion underneath the simple answer.

It was that mysterious feeling that made you show the stranger a bright grin and raise your hand in a half-wave:

“Hi, I’m the annoyance he has to deal with” why did it feel so exhilarating to say?; you crossed the space and offered the man a handshake, observing him closely, “Nice to meet you, sir,”

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Nr 3

Rebel Yell?

Neil x Reader - One Shot

Masterlist

Summary: Neil needs to dye his hair once again. It proves to be harder than it may seem...

Warnings: Swearing, a whole deal of chaos.

Author's Notes: I don't even know. The shoot in question inspired me, because of course it did, and I tried to shut up the mean brain through writing. In result, this came to exist within 24h and is literally the shortest of drabbles. Hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Sat on the sofa, you minded your own business, utterly lost in the newest Ikea catalogue that just showed in the post box. Not that you had been planning any refurbishments. But who could ever say no to a peaceful afternoon spent scanning pages with the photos of perfectly white kitchen cabinets and minimalistic Scandinavian style bedrooms? Not you, that’s who.

With Niki sharing the space on the sofa and his head propped on your folded knees, it was almost too blissful.

So far that when you heard the first louder bang coming from the bathroom, you did not even bat an eyelid. But when that noise was followed by a bunch of louder ones and an impressive cursing, you glanced at the dog with concern and called out:

“You alright there?” a look in the direction of the bathroom gave you nothing.

It was one of those ‘roots dyeing’ days. And those could mean chaos, as you came to understand. You did not have to wait long for a response:

“Remember when you said I need more bleach to be like Billy Idol? Well… you just might’ve gotten yourself a discount version” the resignation in Neil’s voice was the driving force behind standing up from the sofa.

With a grin splitting your face, you marched towards the bathroom, curiosity piqued.

“Surely it can’t be that bad…” it was more of an assurance to yourself.

In haste, your foot slipped on the wood panels, and you managed to steady yourself by getting hold of the door handle last minute. Letting out an adrenaline-filled gasp, you opened the bathroom door wide, just as Neil muttered:

“Well…” he shot you a concerned look, reflected by the mirror he was facing.

It took you an additional second to register what was wrong with his hair. And then another to understand that it was no trick of the light. Up until the hairline, everything was fine. The same lean body with just the right amount of musculature and handsome face, now frowning into his reflection. But instead of the familiar dirty blonde, the damp strands were now platinum blonde. Quite like Idol’s back in the ‘80s. Your eyes widened as the jarring image created a harsh dissonance with your reality. Finally, after what felt like minutes, you managed to gasp out three words:

“Jesus fucking christ,” the dam opened as you folded in laughter with the tears streaming down your face, “Fucking hell, I can’t-” unable to breathe, you took in greedy inhales and tried to calm down.

It took another few minutes of standing with your back against the shower door. Neil, however, did not seem to share your joy. He had not moved since you came in, still transfixed on the image in the mirror.

“I know, it’s a disaster” the brooding voice acted like a wake-up call.

You needed one more look at his sombre expression to step forward and run your hand up his back, propping your chin on his shoulder:

“I’ve seen worse” sending him a reassuring smile you placed a quick kiss on the nape of Neil’s neck.

Precisely on the beauty spot. Leaning back, you caught the uncertainty in his gaze.

“Did you?” the scepticism dripped from the words as he glanced at you sideways.

Restless fingers combing through the strands with revulsion visible in every move. That would not do.

“Mm…” you nodded and embraced him, pressing your body against his back “You’re still bloody gorgeous, so there’s that” a wink as your hands trailed over his chest, taking pleasure in the way he trembled slightly “Even when you’re pouting like a starving Lab,” the addition said just to make Neil crack a smile.

Once he did, you placed another kiss on his shoulder and let your eyes roam over his reflection. Even though wildly ridiculous, the hair took nothing from his beauty, helping the blue of his eyes stand out more.

“Careful, or he’ll hear you” Neil threw a cautious glance towards the corridor and then back at you, frown still present on the beautiful face, “No, but seriously, what do I do now? I can’t look like this” he made a vague hand gesture at the knotted strands with despair in the voice.

Yet it was clear that the initial crisis was averted, for Neil placed his free hand on yours, returning the embrace and acknowledging the tenderness. You could work with that sort of attitude. Reaching out to tangle your fingers in his hair, you leaned in to take a closer look. Obviously, you will help him. For better or worse, considering the lack of experience. After the initial study, you met Neil’s gaze reflected in the mirror and answered the unasked question:

“I’ll pop to the shop tomorrow and buy some darker blonde developer, and it… should be fine” you tried to mask the missing confidence with a grin.

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Nr 2

I'm still screaming about the fact that during the Forest Scene™️ we saw a glimpse into Eddie that we never got after that. The way he was acting around Chrissy, the perceptiveness, the charm and nervousness masked with goofiness and softness. He wasn't behaving like that around anybody else. And that means something.

I mean, what was that???

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Waiting for the Night

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Chapter 1 - Nocturnal Animals

Masterlist; Chapter 2

Summary: Desperate for a scoop (and a pay rise), you scout Gotham for anything of interest. When you cross paths with the mysterious Drifter, you decide to use the chance to spark up a fruitful cooperation.

Warnings: Swearing.

Author's Notes: ... Hi *waves*. Yes, that's a new series because it seems like Rob's characters tend to make themselves at home in my head. I wanted to develop Bruce a little more and this idea came to exist quite quickly. Reader is a journalist in need of a topic, Bruce is out on the streets... and the rest is history :))) Slow burn as always since that's my specialty (apparently).

I hope you'll enjoy this introduction and I'll greatly appreciate feedback!

The only pretty thing in Gotham during the fall was the way neon lights reflected in the puddles of the alleyways and street corners. The myriad of colours and slogans tinted the darkness with a sense of something bigger than the wet tarmac and slippery pavement slabs. Only, that light did not get everywhere, creating niches in the city���s fabric, where no ray of hope could ever permeate. That is where the crime skyrocketed, no matter the season. That is where scoop and intel were found. Conveniently.

Adjusting your hood for the umpteenth time, you frowned as another cold drop of rain slid inside your coat. In October, even waterproofing hardly did its job; especially one four years old and long past its prime. But it did not matter. Your eyes restlessly scanned the surroundings, mindful of anything that could be of interest. Because while murders in Gotham were hardly the breaking news type novelties, a serial killer on the loose, seemingly connected to the city’s elites, was quite the concept. A case to crack and the potential of a pay rise. Something you could not deny yourself, considering the tightness of the pockets and emptiness of the bank account. In short, you needed to find something worth writing about. Something worth covering by the GC1. Or else… No.

There was no time for that. Having made it to the docks, you stopped, hiding underneath the roof of an abandoned warehouse. The last victim had been found here, stabbed multiple times with an unidentified weapon. Potentially – a meat hook. Which did sound lovely, you had to admit. Having left the apartment that evening, you were led with the idea that maybe back at the crime scene, you could discover crucial evidence everyone had missed. Now, drenched, tired and disheartened, you realised how wrong you were. There was nothing left aside from the rain, the murky water by the docks and the foul stench of trash and urine. The police had cleared everything.

With a resigned sigh, you took a quick round of the area, taking photos with your phone. Apart from a few unidentified objects lying on the ground and rusty spots you could hope was the residual blood, there was nothing.

“Fuck,” a soft curse escaped your pursed lips, ringing out in the quiet alleyway.

Finding absolutely nothing meant another stressful debrief in the morning. And you have had enough of those already. With the mind half-focused on the idea of heading back home and drowning the sorrows in a glass of cheap red wine, the unmistakable roar of the chopper pierced the ambience and made you look up.

At the sky first, using the instinct whole of Gotham had acquired throughout the last few months. Because once the signal had been lit no one could rest easy, watching the shadows with anticipation of what came next. But tonight, the light was off. The masked vigilante, the Bat-Man, Vengeance… there’s been many names and even more theories about his identity. No one knew when he appeared or when he left the scene. Having heard rumours, you held your breath until the black motorcycle appeared on the horizon. It was not him. Or at least it did not look like it was.

Your target parked the vehicle on the opposite end of the warehouse spaces. You observed, hidden in the shadows, as the man took off the black helmet and stood up, quickly pulling up a black hood over the head. He was moving with purpose, throwing a non-descript backpack over his shoulder and heading towards the abandoned building. With curiosity, you watched as he kicked open the chained door and disappeared inside with the clank of metal. Now that was a way of investigating you had not thought of yet…

For a moment, you wanted to follow him, to satisfy the curiosity as fast as possible and (hopefully) get some answers. But then reason kicked in, with yet another sigh, you backed into the shadows, waiting for the stranger to return. After all, no one sane would leave a motorcycle like that unattended for too long. Once he appeared fifteen minutes later, you were ready. Keeping away from the light, you skirted around the area and approached him without making a sound. A handy chat-up line on the tip of your tongue:

“Visiting the crime scene, are we?” once the man looked up at you with surprise evident in the abruptness of his reaction, you grinned.

Even with the flickering streetlights, it was hard to make out his features. You could see sharp edges of the jawline, slightly crooked nose and wide eyes, their intense stare intriguing.

“Who are you?” his voice was hoarse as though he was not used to speaking.

The sharp edge to the vowels told you the stranger was not easily intimidated. Yet your appearance was unexpected. His lips were pursed as he stiffened, clearly bracing himself against what would come next.

Perhaps he was the case you could crack…

“I could ask the same question, Mr…?” leaving out the opening, you waited for a beat before adding in a faux disappointed tone, “I see. Well, I can’t blame you for snooping around this case is quite the sensation” making sure to drop the bait, you watched him closely.

There was no apparent reaction. The man threw a nervous look towards the alley’s exit and then glanced back at you. As your eyes adjusted to the half-light, you could see more of his face. The chiselled features and fascinating eyes drew you in despite caution. Yet you still did not know who it could be. He did not look like your usual thug or a drophead, and you would bet he was not one of the Falcone’s. So… who?

“What do you mean?” your internal ruminations got cut short with a simple question.

The enticement worked. Pasting on a mysterious half-smile, you stepped closer to the stranger and lowered your tone to a confidential whisper:

“The usual… Corruption, Gotham’s finest… perhaps some revenge to trigger it all and… boom” with pleasure you noticed that the man seemed transfixed on your story “Here we are. I wonder who’s next” it was a simple deal, two people wanting something out of the conversation.

A game you were willing to play. Even if to understand more about the case and the mysterious drifter. Something shifted in his eyes, acceptance replacing the previous uncertainty. An agreement had been reached without either of you laying out the terms. Feeling an inexplicable rush of adrenaline, you awaited the question as the man thought hard. Once he looked up again, you allowed yourself to stare at him intently as he asked:

“Do you think the killer is after the people in power?” the innocence in his voice made you throw a cheeky grin to the mix.

For whatever reason, you felt like extending the conversation if he was willing. The rain and damp clothes faded into the background as you eyed him closely, thinking on the next move:

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[todays-just-a-daydream]

lesson no. 1 in ticketmaster: just say no

looking at tickets for a local show to gauge the fees that ticketmaster might add on the oasis general sale tickets tomorrow.

this show i’m using as an example is a week from now. it probably will not sell out as it’s a new artist in a venue that’s outdoors and typically doesn’t sell out completely.

i click on general admissions for 2 tickets. they are listed at $35 each. so $70 face value and i’m curious what service fees will be added to $70.

but once i go check out, ticketmaster gives me an alert that the price of the ticket i selected has changed. say what?

my $35 per ticket price has changed to $49 each. but i looked at the venue map. i know what i clicked on. the $49 ones are in front of the section i want.

so i say no. i close out my checkout and go back to the venue page and click on the same tickets again.

then i go to checkout again. this time i get no message about any price change. the $35 price holds and it calculates the total with fees added. viola!

let’s be real, this is a scam. they tried to tell me the price had change to get me to buy a more expensive ticket. but the price hadn’t changed! obviously here, the difference is only $30. but you can see how much worse it would be if the ticket prices are double or even triple that price.

now obviously when you’ve been waiting in a queue for ages the last thing you want to do is close out. but in fact i saw multiple people name this as a method in the first uk round of tickets for getting the price they wanted. it did not impact your line in the queue. you can drop a ticket and add a ticket without a problem.

think of it as asking a grocery store clerk to help you get an item from the top shelf. you tell them what you want and they return with something different. what would you say? of course you’d say no i don’t want that one i want this one. same here.

lesson 2: service fees are killer.

the service fee comes out to less than $10 per ticket. that looks smaller and more acceptable cause the ticket is cheaper. but do some simple math. $8.90 out of $35? that’s 25% of the ticket price. so if the ticket is $350, is the ticketmaster service fee now $89 per ticket or $178 for 2 tickets ? cause that’s gonna bump a $200 ticket to $300 and a $300 ticket to $400.

keep this in mind when writing down your preferred price and ceiling price. if it goes beyond your ceiling price, don’t pay.

lesson 4: don’t forget to add insurance.

this is oasis. oasis in america. after a decade long feud. look they’ll most likely be fine. but let’s be real their track record is not so good. it’s a year out. no one really knows the real state of the gallaghers relationship. too many unknowns here. i’d never do it normally. but here, it qualifies. fork out for the insurance.

some links i found helpful:

reddit presale thread / metlife map with prices / metlife seat views / reddit ticket guide

have some tips for surviving ticketmaster? share them below.

see you on the queue at noon. (or you know in 30 minutes for the waiting room cause ticketmaster wants to eat my whole day.)

[st4rguy]

1, 4, 10, 11, 12, 17, 18, 19, 23, 29, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 48, 68, 88, 89, 92, 93, 98 for the homestuck thing ^^ feel free to skip anything if u want lol

@sleepy-kitty-boy lets gooooo sorry this took so long answers under the cut

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1: When did you first get into Homestuck? around mid-October last year, I think I had started reading previously but got like. 20 pages in.

4: Ever made your own chumhandle? yeah, I have, it's cosmopoieticQuestant. idk if it's a good one and I don't use it for anything but l like big fancy words and its abbreviation would be CQ and because I'm a fucking nerd that makes me happy. uhh cosmopoietic is a word I really like it means universe-creating so yeahg 👍

10: Ever drank Faygo? No, I have not ever :P

11: Favorite Alpha kid? mmm that's a tough choice but probably Jane?? I find her fascinating like I could write an essay about her.

12: Favorite Alpha troll? Meenah. she's funny, spunky and fun to draw. I like to give her an anglerfish antenna just because why not. Her and (Vriska)'s relationship is. fascinating. Her Aranea are adorable tho.

17: Favorite Beta kid? Egbert probably? I love them equallyyyy

18: Favorite Beta troll? uahgh. thats difficult. honestly, I don't know.

19: Favorite Beta character overall? I simply could not pick.

23: Favorite guardian? MOM. ROXY. ok like. y'ever think about like. how she likely knew she was going to die. And she basically raised Joey and Jude from when she was a teenager. and we don't know how their story ends yet. I think about her quite a bit.

29: Favorite Friendsim character? HAVE MY LIST: CIRAVA, BRONYA, SKYLA, POLYPA, KONYYL, TYZIAS, AZDAJA, TIRONA, MARSTI, CHARUN, WANSHI, DARAYA AAAAND LANQUE. <- troll call order btw. I loooove them

33: Favorite pale ship? I'll have to go with the classic and say meowrails. you can't beat them.

34: Favorite pitch ship? JANEVRIS. rarepair blast attack!

35: Favorite flushed ship? scratch n sniff perhaps. idk sure I like em.

36: Favorite ashen ship? good question i love the Ashen quadrant I do not know

37: Favourite vacillating ship? KONYYL AND AZDAJA. I know no one cares but I love them. idk if they "vacillate" per se if you ask me they have like. whatever the signless and the disciple had going on. KONYYL LITERALLY SHARES HER THEME WITH THE DISCIPLE.

48: Zodiac troll? Are you happy with them?: I'm born on the cancer-leo cusp so Karkat or Nepeta I love those guys

68: Classpect you identify with currently? uhhh page of space probably. I'm bad at classpects but it fascinates me nonetheless.

88: Favorite Homestuck fics? Early June by RoseGardenofEden, Detective Pony by sonnetstuck and Pilot Light, Pale Rapture by purplebard (series) to name a few

89: Favorite Homestuck fanartists? missbehaviourOuO, conceptofjoy, tgcg, dammarchy211, teethcritter, serfuzzypushover, and like a bunch more

92: Favorite typing quirk? MEENAH FEFERI OR NEPETA. I LOVE PUNS. THEY INFECTED ME WITH THEIR STUPID PUNS. and they are also just cool 👍

93: Favorite MSPFA? burning down the house! idk if it counts really it's not hosted on mspfa but that's probably the most apt description and I think it's really cool and would highly recommend it

98: What characters do you relate most to? Aradia maybe? I tend to go through spells where I feel really detached and apathetic. yk. depression. but uh that's kinda heavy! I also am fascinated by dead things, as well as diseases and fungus and bugs and shit like that but they kinda scare me.