#Didn't watch the pilot because I don't give a shit

[dandunn]

I watched the entire show in a day and this is my review

[ordinary-barbie]

i burn for you.

rafe cameron x fem!reader.

summary: You hated Rafe Cameron. He lived to annoy you. There couldn't be anything more to your relationship—right?

word count: 3.5k

tags: fem!sassy kook!reader, enemies to lovers, cussing, sexual tension, underage drinking, dry humping, sappy ending

title from "Close to You" by Gracie Abrams!

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that whenever you hung out with Sarah Cameron, her older brother Rafe was sure to appear. Didn't matter if it was at Tannyhill or the beach or some random Kook's party. Rafe always showed up at some point, to your utter dismay.

You'd moved to the Outer Banks the summer before ninth grade, feeling like you crash-landed on another planet. Kildare was not a huge place, and everyone else seemed to have known each other since birth, already forming their little cliques. You were a Kook��though you thought the whole "Kooks vs. Pogues" rivalry was pretty silly—but you felt like you couldn't fit in with all the pretty and popular girls. You thought making friends would be hopeless, until Sarah swooped in and took you under her wing.

Sarah was so sweet and funny; she quickly became like the sister you never had. It was just a shame that she had to be related to...him. Rafe Cameron had been the bane of your existence for years. The guy always knew exactly how to push your buttons, whether it was getting into your personal space, snatching stuff out of your hand and refusing to get it back, and constant sarcastic comments—though you could always give as well as you got.

Today you were chilling at Tannyhill with Sarah, watching the pilot episode of Gilmore Girls because she'd somehow gone 19 years without watching one of the most iconic shows of all time. It was such a comfort show for you, and you were happy to be experiencing it with your bestie. Well, until you know who decided to flop down next to you on the couch, radiating with irritating frat boy energy.

"Y'all decided to have a movie night and not invite me?" Rafe fake pouted, putting his arm around you. You scowled, pushing it away.

"First of all, Gilmore Girls is a TV show. And secondly, why would we invite you? Don't need your mouth-breathing self ruining the vibes," you snapped.

Rafe rolled his eyes. "Chill out, princess. I promise I don't have cooties," he replied with a smirk.

"Now that, I highly doubt," you muttered.

Sarah sighed, pausing the episode. "Really guys? This again?" Poor Sarah had been witness to years of arguments between you and Rafe, and you did feel bad that she had to be caught in the middle. But maybe he should be less annoying—then you wouldn't be forced to bite back.

Rafe raised his hands in a show of innocence, though you knew he was anything but. "Hey Sar, I'm just here to watch the show. Not my fault your bestie here wants to bite my head off."

You scoffed, trying your best not to roll your eyes upwards towards oblivion. "Yeah, right, like you give a shit about Gilmore Girls. And I want to bite your head off because you're an insufferable ass."

"So you think about my ass, huh?" Ugh, you wanted to slap that smug look off of his face. You hated how the amused glint in his eyes and his lazy smile stirred feelings in you that you absolutely refused to acknowledge.

"In your fucking dreams, Rafe Cameron," you answered, scowling.

Rafe's smirk grew deeper. "Please, you wish I would dream about you."

"I think I'd rather have a root canal," you snarked.

"Okay, chill! Rafe, either watch the show with us or go away," Sarah said wearily, rubbing at her temples.

Rafe scooted closer to you on the couch, knocking his knee against yours. "I'm down. What do you say, princess?"

Your annoyance had morphed into a slowly simmering rage at Rafe's favorite nickname for you. You forced yourself to take a deep breath and plaster a smile on your face before saying, "Sure, why not?"

You came to regret your decision as soon as Sarah pressed play. While you and Sarah could watch shows together in comfortable silence, only adding occasional commentary, Rafe would not shut the fuck up. He always had something to say, whether it was about the dialogue ("Why the fuck do they talk so fast?") or the characters' appearances ("Lorelai is a fuckin MILF, I gotta admit.") It was a wonder you got through the episode without completely losing your shit.

Before you could at least try to enjoy the second episode, Sarah's phone rang. "It's John B," she explained, smiling sheepishly. She got off the couch and went upstairs to talk to her boyfriend in private.

"Well well well, looks like it's just you and me, princess," Rafe purred, taking the opportunity to put his arm around you again.

Your heart hammered in your chest. You were so close to Rafe that you could smell him—that heady mix of sea salt after an afternoon of surfing with Topper, cologne, and whatever detergent the maid had used to wash his clothes. If this was any other boy, you'd lean in, inhaling the scent. But this was Rafe, so you squirmed out of his grip, your stomach churning.

"Can you behave yourself for one second? You're like a middle schooler," you snapped.

Rafe chuckled. "Relax, princess. Get your panties out of a twist for once."

Your eye twitched. "I'd call you scum, but that would be an insult to scum."

"I love scum, drop the s though," Rafe casually responded, flashing you a lecherous grin.

You pretended to gag. "You're a Neanderthal."

"Keep talking dirty to me, baby, I love it," Rafe said, dramatically clutching his chest.

You were so relieved when you heard Sarah bounding down the stairs. She settled back onto her place on the couch, seemingly unaware of the tension that had sparked up in her absence.

Sarah stared at you and Rafe, arching an eyebrow. "Did y'all manage to behave yourselves while I was gone?"

"Rafe was—"

"Oh, we had a great time together," Rafe interrupted, smirking. "Just hanging out with my bestie!"

"I am not your bestie," you corrected, your voice dripping with venom, though that only amused Rafe more.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Anyway. Who's ready for episode two?"

You picked up the remote and pressed play, immersing yourself in Rory and Lorelai's quirky world. Thankfully, Rafe was quiet—but you couldn't ignore the feeling of his gaze, laser-focused on you the entire time.

Against your better judgment, you'd allowed Sarah to drag you to a party.

Normally, you'd be along for the ride. As long as the music was good and the snacks and drinks were decent, you could vibe, whether it was a frat party at UNC or a bonfire at the beach. But this wasn't just any party; it was a Topper Thornton party. And as Topper's best friend, Rafe would definitely be there.

"You better not make me regret this, Sarah Cameron," you grumbled, fiddling with one of the spaghetti straps on your black tank top.

Sarah just giggled. "C'mon, it'll be fun! I promise."

You weren't holding your breath, but you allowed Sarah to hook your arm in hers and lead you into Topper's house anyway.

"Ladies! Welcome to the shit show," Topper greeted you and Sarah, wrapping his arms around both of you.

Shit show was an apt description. Music was blasting so loudly that it was making the house shake. A sea of people was milling about the place, with dozens of overlapping conversations. There were even loud shrieks and splashes as guests messed around in the Thorntons' pool.

"Oh, _____, Rafe is somewhere around here, I think," Topper said with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes. "As if I would care where Rafe is."

Topper snickered. "Yeah yeah, sure."

Topper was convinced that you and Rafe had a thing for each other, which was, frankly, ridiculous. You and him? Please.

"You gonna get us some drinks or what?" Sarah asked Topper, putting her hands on her hips. Topper gave the two of you salutes and was back in a flash with two red Solo cups full of a bright blue liquid. He and Sarah may have been broken up, but there was still a part of him that was wrapped around her finger.

Sarah downed her drink immediately, but you were more cautious, giving it a sniff first before taking a sip. It tasted like blue Hawaiian punch with a dash of pineapple juice, vodka, and rum—not a terrible combo.

As the party rolled along, you began to loosen up. The playlist was banging, you and Sarah were having the time of your lives dancing, and the best part? Rafe was nowhere to be seen.

You dipped out of the living room area to use the bathroom, and when you came back, Sarah was putting her jean jacket back on, an apologetic smile on her face. "John B says the Pogues are having a bonfire at the beach so I think I'm gonna stop by there. Sofia's gonna pick me up."

You felt a pang of sadness but you understood. The Pogues were important to Sarah, and you weren't gonna keep her from her boyfriend and other friends.

"You wanna come? I'm sure Sofia has extra room in her car," Sarah offered.

You considered the offer for a second, but felt hesitant, as if some invisible tether was keeping you here. (A voice in the back of your head whispered thoughts of a certain guy, but you were quick to shove them to the furthest corner of your mind.) John B was chill, and his friends were always nice to you. But this time, you weren't in the mood for another party.

"Nah, I'll be fine here," you assured Sarah. "Go have fun! But not too much fun."

"Yes mom," Sarah responded, playfully rolling her eyes.

After a few minutes, Sofia arrived to pick up Sarah, leaving you to your own devices. You felt your social battery draining, so you flopped down on one of Topper's living room couches, mindlessly scrolling through social media to pass the time.

“Is this seat taken?” you suddenly heard a husky voice say. You looked up from your phone and were greeted by the sight of Spencer Bingham, who you vaguely knew from having a few classes together back at Kildare Academy.

To put it simply, the guy was cute. He had shaggy light brown hair, twinkling gray eyes, and the most dazzling smile. "Go right ahead," you offered casually, though you were internally swooning.

"So how've you been? I haven't seen you since graduation," Spencer wondered.

"Oh I've been good," you replied, smiling shyly. "Really enjoying it at UNC. How about you?"

Spencer matched your smile, putting his hands behind his head. "Oh I'm great. Loving Penn State and the lacrosse team. Though there are some things I miss about Kildare that I can’t find up north."

You giggled. “And what might those be?”

“Well, the girls, for starters,” Spencer answered, shooting you a flirtatious grin. “Specifically, you.”

Your mouth dropped open. You wouldn’t call yourself ugly, but you hadn’t exactly been Miss Popular with the boys of Kildare. You admittedly harbored a tiny crush on Spencer during junior year, but never even considered that he would be interested in you.

Spencer noticed your shocked expression and chuckled. “Don’t look so surprised! You’re a total catch—I’ve seen your Insta pics.”

You ducked your head down, suddenly feeling shy. Slowly but surely, you were being more confident in your looks and comfortable with your social media photos. You still had to get used to fielding compliments from people though, trying your best to silence that minuscule voice of self-doubt that lurked in the corner of your mind.

Spencer lifted your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Can…Can I kiss you?” he asked, suddenly more bashful than before.

You nodded, giving him the green light. You’d been kissed before, but it was an unremarkable smooch during a game of truth or dare in tenth grade. Spencer gave you a real kiss—soft and slow, like something out of a rom com.

Eventually the two of you parted, catching your breaths.

You rubbed the back of your neck. “That was—I really liked that, Spencer.”

Spencer grinned. “We could keep doing it, if you want.”

“And what do we have here? The nerd finally hooks up with the jock. So cute.”

You stiffened, scowling at that all-too-familiar voice. “Rafe. I’d say it’s a pleasure to see you, but I’d be lying.”

Rafe snickered, leering at you. “I noticed I hadn’t gotten to bother my favorite person tonight so I went looking for you. Imagine my surprise when I find you sucking face with Bingham. Are the pickings really that slim at PSU, Spence?”

Spencer opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

"Don't you have some blonde girl with big boobs you could be making out with instead of bothering us?" you snapped.

Rafe's smirk deepened. "Bothering you is more fun, princess. You're pretty hot when you're angry."

Your stomach betrayed you by doing a backflip at Rafe's words. Damn him. "You're insufferable."

"Thanks baby, that means a lot," Rafe smugly answered.

Spencer cleared his throat, looking awkwardly between you and Rafe. "Look...I don't know what's going on here, so I'm gonna go. See you around, ____. Nice chattin' with ya." He flashed you one last smile before getting up, leaving you alone with Rafe. Wonderful.

"What the fuck, Rafe? There was a perfectly nice guy who was totally into me, and you just ruined it." You were absolutely fuming. It was annoying enough that Rafe lived to push your buttons, but to essentially cockblock you as well?

Rafe snorted. "Come on, princess. Bingham couldn't handle a girl like you."

You clenched your jaw, glaring daggers into Rafe. "And what is that supposed to mean?" you demanded.

Rafe crossed his arms, huffing. "He's just not right for you, okay?"

"And how would you know who's right for me?" you asked, arching an eyebrow.

For once, Rafe was silent. You rolled your eyes at him and hopped off the couch, completely done with his bullshit.

"Where ya goin'?" Rafe asked, furrowing his brows.

"Home," you curtly replied. "I'll just walk."

"Right, because it's such a genius idea to walk alone...at night...in those shoes," Rafe snarked. "Let me drive you."

You sneered at him. "No thanks. You're probably drunk anyway."

"'m actually sober, sweetheart," Rafe replied.

You let out a huff of surprise. "Rafe Cameron, not drinking at a party? Either the world is ending or you must've hit your head."

"Jus' didn't feel like drinking tonight, all right? Especially since Sarah asked me to make sure you got home," Rafe said, the tips of his ears turning pink as he looked away from you.

You felt a pang in your chest. You loved Sarah for looking out for you, but you weren't prepared for Rafe to actually care about you or your well-being.

You sighed, not having the energy to argue anymore. "Okay, fine. Take me home."

The drive back to your place was uncharacteristically silent. Normally, whenever Rafe would drive you and Sarah places, he'd have a Spotify playlist blaring, or he'd be running his annoying mouth. But Rafe was focused on the road, not even sparing a second glance at you. You should've enjoyed this, relishing in the quietness. But something just felt...off.

You were relieved when Rafe finally pulled into your driveway. "Hey—thanks for driving me home. I appreciate it."

You went to open your car door, but Rafe put a hand on your shoulder, stopping you. He looked deeply into your eyes, and you felt rooted to your spot, transfixed by his unreadable expression. What you wouldn't give to know what was going through Rafe Cameron's mind right now.

Rafe unbuckled his seatbelt and moved closer to you, cupping your face in his hands. Your heart fluttered in your chest in anticipation. Then, he softly kissed you on the lips.

A million different emotions raced through your mind as you felt his lips on yours. Before you could fully process what was happening, Rafe pulled away, stroking your lower lip. You shivered at his gentle touch.

Rafe cleared his throat, his ears flushing a bright red. "Um. So. Have a good night, princess."

You opened the car door and climbed out, flashing Rafe a nervous smile. "Yeah, have a good night, Rafe."

You found yourself replaying Rafe's kiss in your mind that night. Spencer's kiss had been nice, but Rafe? Of course, he was the one that had your head spinning.

Things had definitely shifted since...that thing happened after Topper's party. You and Rafe, usually firey with each other, had cooled off significantly. You felt like you would combust every time he spared a glance at you. It got to the point where you would refuse Sarah's invitations to Tannyhill, not risking the chance of seeing Rafe around.

Unsurprisingly, Sarah grew tired of both of your bullshit. "You're coming over," she said while the two of you hung out in your room, her voice not leaving any room for argument.

"Sarah, I—"

Sarah held up a hand. "Nope! No excuses! You and Rafe haven't spoken to each other for a week, and it's kinda freaking me out. You're coming over right now and both of you are gonna sort your shit out."

Hell hath no fury like a pissed-off Sarah, so you conceded and agreed to go back to Tannyhill with her. You just had to ignore that your stomach was doing Olympic-level gymnastics at the thought of talking to Rafe.

When you reached Tannyhill, Rafe was on the couch, scrolling through his phone. Sarah whistled to get Rafe's attention and he looked up, blushing furiously at the sight of you. You nervously looked away, wishing you could sprout wings and fly out of there. Why did things have to be so weird?

"I'll leave y'all to it," Sarah said, bounding up the stairs.

Rafe cleared his throat. "So...you wanna sit down?"

You gulped, nodding, and joined Rafe on the couch. You wracked your brain, trying to think of a way to broach the subject you and Rafe had been dancing around for a week. Hey Rafe! So remember when you kissed me that night? I know I hate your guts, but I actually liked that!

"So—"

"Well—"

You and Rafe laughed, slightly easing the tension.

"So...about that kiss," you said, twiddling your thumbs.

Rafe awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. "Look, ____. I know I give you a lot of shit, but I actually really like you. Like, a lot. And I fucked around with you because it was the only way I could get your attention. When I saw you with Bingham that night? I was jealous. Because that should be me."

You took a deep breath, trying to process Rafe's words before you went forward with your own confession. "Rafe—I like you too. And I really didn't want to, especially with your charming personality." Rafe snorted.

"I tried so hard to push those feelings down to protect myself," you continued. "But when you kissed me, everything just bubbled to the surface. So I ran away instead of actually dealing with my emotions. I really liked that kiss. And I'm scared of how much I enjoyed it."

Rafe gazed at you fondly, and you felt like you would melt right there on the couch. You wished he would look at you like that for as long as he wanted to.

"You're probably the funniest girl I know. And you're kind, and smart, and hot as fuck," Rafe said, lazily raking his eyes over your body.

"You're all right too, I guess," you replied with mock indifference, shrugging your shoulders.

"You're insufferable," Rafe muttered, rolling his eyes, though there wasn't any real heat to his words.

You smirked. "But you like me anyway."

Rafe grinned. "That's true." He leaned in close, looking at you hesitantly before you silently gave him permission. Rafe kissed you deeply, pinning you to the couch. You eagerly kissed him back, wrapping your arms around him.

"I've been wanting to do this for so fucking long," Rafe admitted, littering the side of your neck with kisses. You let out a whine, arching your back. You were such an idiot. You could’ve been experiencing Rafe’s mouth on you all this time.

“I think little Rafe is trying to say hello,” you wryly remarked, feeling a bulge poking you in the side. Rafe chuckled, his laugh warming your insides.

“So say hi,” Rafe purred in your ear, shifting you so your clothed crotch was right on top of the bulge in his jeans. You started grinding against his clothed erection, the two of you letting out moans of pleasure at the friction between you. You were trying your best to be quiet since Sarah was right upstairs, but it felt so so so good.

“Gonna cum, princess,” Rafe muttered before letting out a grunt. “Fuck…I haven’t cum in my pants like that in a while. You see what you do to me, baby?”

You shyly giggled, burying your face in his neck. Rafe softly smiled at you, kissing your forehead. The two of you laid on the couch, enjoying the comfortable silence before falling asleep.

Click!

Your eyes fluttered open at the intrusion, noticing a grinning Sarah holding her phone at you and Rafe.

Rafe stirred soon afterward. “Baby, what…” he trailed off, noticing his sister. “Sarah?”

“Sorry, but y’all looked too cute,” Sarah replied, giggling.

“I’ll forgive you if you send me that pic,” you said.

Rafe pouted. “Babe, I’m probably drooling and shit.”

You rolled your eyes. “Calm down, it’s not like I’m gonna use it to hard launch us or anything. But it’s scientifically impossible for you to look bad in a photo anyway.”

Rafe smirked. “Wow, you’re really obsessed with me, huh?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, giving Rafe a shove. He just laughed, giving you a peck on the lips.

You and Rafe’s phones both dinged twice with messages from Sarah, one with the candid photo and a follow-up message that said “You guys make me sick ❤️”

You looked at the photo, your heart swelling as you gazed at the image of you and Rafe. You were sleeping soundly, with your face pressed against Rafe's chest and his arms wrapping around your midsection protectively.

"Making this my lockscreen immediately," Rafe said, warming your heart.

Sarah pretended to gag, but she looked fondly at you and Rafe. "Glad y'all finally got your heads out of your asses."

"Me too. Especially Rafe. His was stuck waaay up there," you joked.

Rafe playfully rolled his eyes at you. "I was waiting for you to pull it out, babe."

"Okay, now I'm getting sick again," Sarah deadpanned, flopping down on the couch next to you.

You laughed. "Hey, why don't we watch Gilmore Girls again? I haven't forgotten your Stars Hollow education, Sar."

"Hey, I'm down," Sarah said, finding the remote and turning on Netflix.

"Where did we leave off?" Rafe asked.

"We didn't make it past episode 2 because someone decided they were bored," you dryly responded, shooting Rafe a pointed look.

Rafe smirked. "That was the old me, baby. I swear I've changed."

You shook your head, but you couldn't hide your ear-splitting grin. As Sarah started the episode and Rafe pulled you close to him, you felt a sense of peace. You never could've imagined yourself in this position a few weeks ago, or even yesterday. But in this moment, everything felt right. And while you were annoyed by it before, you'd let Rafe follow you wherever you went.

[leashybebes]

i was yapping at @sazzynatural about my hurdle headcanon and then my hand slipped and now here we are, i guess!

tweaked a little and posted on ao3 [here]. thanks, y'all!

"Hey, Evan?"

"Yeah?" Buck calls, from where he's checking through his cupboards, making a shopping list. Tommy doesn't respond immediately and he turns back from where he's surveying the spice rack to look at him. "What's up?"

Tommy has that fond look on his face that, as far as Buck is concerned, might as well just be what his face looks like. The way that Tommy looks at him lights him up inside. He doesn't think anyone has ever looked at him that way, the way that he catches Tommy looking, so soft and endeared, like just looking at Buck makes him happy. It's - 

"I love you."

Buck's heartbeat roars in his ears. 

"Y-you - um. What? No, wait, I mean. I heard you. Tommy, that's - "

"Evan." He still looks fond, and that should be impossible, because Buck is screwing up, he has ring-side seats to this, is actively watching himself screw up, and Tommy's still looking at him like - like that. "Stop spiraling. You don't need to say it back, I just wanted you to - "

"No, no, it's not - uh - I, uh. I said I'd meet Maddie for coffee during her shift and if I don't leave now I'm gonna be late, so I, um. C-can we talk about this later? O-over dinner, maybe?"

Tommy's shoulders slump a little at that. "Uh. Sure. If you like."

"Uh-huh, yeah, that'd be great, I'll be back, don't uh - don't go anywhere, I won't be long, I just really - really need to get that coffee with Maddie, I can't be late but uh - that's - that's great, Tommy."

He sees Tommy's eyebrows go up, sees him mouth great, and then he's out the door.

Oh, shit.

***

The drive to dispatch goes in a blur, and he must look pretty freaked out because as soon as Maddie sees him, she quickly finishes her call and drags him into the breakroom.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"I - I thought we could get coffee," Buck says lamely, and she gives him the big sister eyebrows. "Really," Buck says a bit frantically. "Can - can we have coffee?"

Maddie rolls her eyes, but she pours them both a coffee and hands him his, putting the table between them and leaning against it.

"I have fifteen minutes. Talk."

"Tommy said he loves me," Buck blurts.

"Buck, wow. That's amazing." Maddie's eyes widen at him over her coffee cup. "Wait. Not amazing?"

"I didn't - uh. I didn't say it back?" Buck says, and feels his heart sink. 

"Wait, you didn't?" Maddie tilts her head, looks honestly baffled. Which - fair. Buck is a little obsessed. "Do you - not?"

Of course I do, Buck thinks. How could I not?

"I - I'm being intentional," Buck says, and it sounds hollow already. "I don't wanna rush it and I had like - a timeline."

"Did - did you tell him about the timeline?"

"N-not in so many words," Buck admits.

"Evan! Please tell me you didn't just run out on the poor guy," Maddie pleads, over the sound of the breakroom door opening again. Buck doesn't even care about a potential audience, he's so suddenly miserable at the way he left Tommy at the loft.

"I - I didn't run," he says although - it was probably a close thing. "I…I told him I had to get coffee with you and we'd talk about it later," he admits, his voice getting smaller with every word.

Maddie's face does the thing - the scrunched up pout like she's holding back on telling him that he's a damn moron. Buck scrubs his hands over his face.

"Is this Buck's hot pilot?" Josh asks from where he's pouring coffee.

Buck hears Maddie's mm-hm. 

"He said he loves me," he says, still hiding behind his hands.

"Con…gratulations?" Josh says dubiously. "Or, how awful for you? I'm really not clear on the desired response here."

"He thinks it's too soon," Maddie says. "He had a timeline. Which he did not share."

"We were taking it slow!" 

"I hate to break it to you, but the way that man looks at you is not slow," Josh says.

"He's not wrong," Maddie says, and Buck hangs his head. Because they're right. They're both right.

"Look, you know me. I stumble into things, I end up too serious too fast and it blows up in my face. I - I really didn't want it to blow up in my face. And then he just goes and - and looks at me like that, and says that, and I don't - guys, I think I really screwed up."

Maddie gives him a sympathetic look. 

Josh gives him a deeply, deeply unsympathetic one. "Oh, I have totally dated a Tommy."

"I'm sorry, what?" Buck glares at Josh who looks supremely unimpressed.

"Calm down, ankles," he tuts, and Buck is absolutely going to kill Eddie. Or Chim. He's going to kill someone. How does everyone know about that? "I said I dated a Tommy, your man's virtue is safe."

"What does that mean, you dated a Tommy?"

"Look, not everyone knows when they're five like me, and not everyone goes from adorably clueless to out and proud as fast as you. Sometimes, and I know this might be a little revolutionary for you, Buck, but sometimes the queer experience? Fucking miserable for a really long time. So sometimes you just want to grab happiness where you can find it, as soon as you find it."

Buck thinks about the things he's learned about Tommy over the months they've been seeing each other, each one a little treasure to be hoarded, a part of the puzzle that makes up the man that he already can't imagine life without - the asshole father, the dead mom, the army, the closet, the loneliness - and he wants to slap himself. 

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out, his heart sinking further at the message Tommy's sent.

Do you want me to cancel the reservation?

Buck turns his phone to show Maddie and Josh the message.

"What reservation?" Maddie asks

"Dinner," Buck says miserably. "Date night."

"Okay," Josh says. "Some of us are supposed to be working and don't have time for your little baby bi crisis. Evan Buckley, are you actually going to fumble that man? Before you answer, be aware that two thirds of the population of WeHo will get a hard-on the moment he's back on the market even if they won't know why."

"He's not going back on the market," Buck snaps. "I just - I just need to talk to him."

"There we go," Josh says, rolling his eyes and disappearing with his mug of coffee, and an idiot called back over his shoulder.

Maddie's a little kinder, hugging him quickly. "Tell him how you feel, Buck. Talk it out."

***

By the time Buck gets back to the loft, he has another message from Tommy.

Hey, I headed back to my place. Let me know if you want to talk, or if you want dinner. I'm sorry if that was too much. It doesn't have to change anything.

"Goddamnit," Buck grumbles, throwing the Jeep back into gear. The drive to Tommy's has never felt so long, and he sits outside for long enough that the neighbor across the street is just openly staring through the blinds. It's enough to propel him out of the car and up to the door.

It takes Tommy a minute to answer when Buck knocks and he looks - surprised to see him, honestly. Buck feels a horrible twist of guilt.

"Can I come in?"

"Evan. Of course. You want a coffee or something?"

"No," Buck says, trailing Tommy into the kitchen. "I - I did have one with Maddie, I'm kinda…vibrating out of my skin enough as it is."

"I'm sorry. That's not what I was aiming for."

"Y-you don't need to be - Tommy, I - "

"Hey, look, it's fine," Tommy says, and it looks like he really believes it. Like it really is completely fine that he told Buck he loves him and Buck's response was to buffer internally for a minute and then run out of his own damn apartment like his ass was on fire. Tommy taps his knuckles on the table between them in what Buck recognises as a nervous gesture. "I know that I'm not - I'm not the forever guy, and that's okay. I didn't say it to make you say it back. I said it because it's true and I wanted you to know."

"What are you talking about?"

"That I - " Tommy honestly looks a little puzzled. "What I said, this morning. It wasn't - there weren't any strings attached."

"You're not the forever guy? What the hell does that mean?"

"Just that - that I know I'm not exactly a…long-term prospect, and that's okay."

Okay? It's so far from okay. It's the worst thing Buck has ever heard.

"How are you not a long-term prospect? That's - that's the dumbest thing I ever heard, take that back."

"Evan. I used the L word and you couldn't get out of there fast enough. It's okay. You don't have to try to make me feel better. It's fine."

"It's not fine," Buck snaps, rounding the table to get closer to Tommy, catching hold of his wrist. "I'm not - look, I had a timeline, which, Maddie pointed out I didn't actually tell you about that, so that's my bad. But it was a timeline for me, to stop me going too fast and falling too hard and - and going full Buck. I didn't expect that you would - "

"Stomp all over this mysterious timeline?" Tommy asks, his eyebrows going up.

"And I'm now realizing how stupid that was. Did - did you mean it?"

"Evan. Of course I meant it." He glances down at where Buck is still squeezing his wrist, not quite holding his hand "I - honestly, I didn't think it would come as a surprise, I'm not exactly - "

"I love you."

Tommy blinks. "Evan - "

"Please believe me. Tommy. God, I screwed this up so bad, but - I do. I do love you. You are the forever guy. You're my forever guy. I promise. I just - I was just scared. But about me, not about you. Never about you. Tommy, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I - "

"Evan. Say it again."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Buck lets himself sway forward, lets his forehead meet Tommy's shoulder. "Not the forever guy. You're a goddamn idiot is what you are."

"I'm your idiot," Tommy promises, and Buck laughs shakily.

They love each other. They love each other.

[vivziepopcriticalconfessions]

I tried watching Hazbin Hotel with my mom, because I was interested after watching the pilot and she heard me talking about the show. For context, I had watched the pilot, but no live streams mentioning lore outside of it. My mother hadn't even watched the pilot because it was so long that she couldn't stay focused long enough (ADHD runs in my family, and although she was interested, it was extremely difficult).

It seems like a third of the plot is in the pilot, a third in the live streams, blog posts, and interviews, and a third in the actual show. My mom was constantly confused, looking to me and asking me questions to things she didn't understand and getting frustrated. "Why'd a guy like Adam get into Heaven? He's a horrible person and one of the three people who are the Forbidden fruit." Then, I'd simply shrug and go "I don't know. Maybe they'll explain it later?" Then, they didn't. She'd ask "Wait, who are these overlord people? What do they have to do with the current plot?" or even "Why are Husk, Angel, Niffty, and Sir Pentious in Hell? Where are they from?" And, again, I'd be like "I know about Angel and Husk, but I have no real clue why or where Niffty and Sir Pentious are from." And that's me having about 2/3's of the plot. My mom has only the show to go off of. If it weren't for me telling her, she'd have no clue who Alastor is outside of "Radio guy with ears- OH WAIT THOSE ARE DEER EARS I THOUGHT THEY WERE DOG EARS BECAUSE OF HIS SHARP TEETH". Or Angel Dust, who would've just been "Fluffy creature with extra arms who is a gay guy that likes sex" to her. She had no idea he was a spider, or that he did drag, or any of that.

Hazbin is a show with an interesting idea, but it's just... it's too scattered. It seems to be made only for super fans that know it from all pieces of media it's been in. From blog posts, to live streams, to interviews, convention appearances and the pilot which is like an hour long. I don't mind the fans being fans, because they can like what they want to like, but I can't see many new fans entering the show's fanbase. Either that, or they'll enter and be confused about all these odd plot points they haven't heard about from just watching the show. This fanbase seems to think that it'll become big and change the way we watch adult cartoons forever, gaining South Park levels of fame, but I think it'll inevitably become a niche show just because Viv did not put essential, worldbuilding plot points into the first season. New people are probably going to see the first half, and if the jokes don't land hard enough for them to stick around through the confusion, they'll leave and maybe even leave a bad review, resulting in the die-hard fans harassing them and ensuring they won't give it a second chance.

Ok, I'm not turning this into a pic because it's so long but GUYS LOOK AT THE THESIS ANON WROTE HOLY SHIT-

[billthedrake]

LINEAGE (PART ELEVEN)

"You're off your game, Bill," Todd Fiedler said as my drive went far left of the fairway.

My doctor, neighbor and confidante was now fully middle aged and now that he'd started up Crossfit, he was starting to get some major DILF looks. I had only two non-Drake men I was close to, Todd and the pilot dad Doug Newcomb. I had to think it was because they were incest dads, too.

I cursed and put my club back in my bag. "I'm a little distracted, I guess."

Junior looked over at me with a smirk when he heard me say that. He had been watching Todd's youngest son Sam get ready to tee off.

Todd seemed to catch onto something. "Are you two...?"

I gave Junior a look to silently ask him. My son nodded.

"We've been keeping it under wraps, Todd, but Junior and I have our first date night tonight."

That got a surprised smile from Fiedler. "Yeah?" He looked over at Junior. "You excited, Junior?"

"Yes, sir," Junior smiled. "Kind of dream come true, really." He blushed as he said this, though. I realized that like me he was dying to tell people, to not have it be a secret.

"Sorry I didn't tell you before, Todd," I said.

"Tell him what?" Sam asked as he walked back to his golf bag. We hadn't even watched his drive.

"Bill and Junior are dating," Todd announced.

"Way cool," Sam said with a smile.

"Wait..." I said, putting two and two together.

Todd placed his arm around Sam's meaty shoulder. "We're still figuring stuff out..."

Sam got a playful smirk and said, point blank, "Dad won't let me do anal yet."

"Sam!" Todd exclaimed. It was funny to see him be the shyer one, but I could see the Fiedlers' directness in talking about their sex life had rubbed off on their youngest son.

Sam was undaunted. "Come on, Dad.. we can trust the Drakes with this shit."

I looked over. Junior was eating this up. Amused and also enjoying the open talk.

"You can, Dr. Fiedler. I mean, I know you and Dad talk everything."

Todd smiled and looked at me. "Well, I respect that some things between father and son need to be private. But, yes, it's very nice to have a sympathetic family to share with."

The air was cleared that day. Todd and I no longer felt the need to for the private conversations, and that afternoon, I talked openly with him about Braden's fertility pills and the chance for multiples while taking them.

And Todd talked about the pills his dad often took. "We call 'em the Fountain of Youth," he said with a chuckle. "Low dose cialis, low-level testosterone booster, and some supplements for semen production."

I could see Sam's face grin as he listened to his Dad talk about his granddad's sex life. "Lets you get it on two, three times a night, even at his age. Only drawback is it brings the sperm count way down... I mean, the sperm production stays the same but with a lot more cum it's way less effective. So you don't want to go on that pill when you're trying to breed."

"I'm good without the Fountain of Youth, Todd," I said with a proud smile. I had a healthy sex drive and between Braden's full-heat mode and this thing with Junior I was very horny lately.

"It would be fun, Dad," Junior chimed in, playfully giving a smirk of his own. He was 18 and had a crazy sex drive, and I could tell he was imagining my increased libido.

Sam laughed.

It was funny. But I kept my poker face on. "We'll discuss this over date night, young man."

***

I had a garment bag hanging in the back seat of the SUV, with my and Junior's nicer clothes for the night. He was a little quiet as we got in and drove our way to the highway leading into the city.

I patted his knee. "You OK, buddy?"

He nodded, quietly. "Yeah, Dad. I just can't believe it's happening."

I shot a quick look over. "But you're OK with this, right? We don't have to..."

Junior interrupted. "Oh yes we have to," he said and we both laughed.

I could tell he was hesitating to be serious, but finally he said, "I guess I'm young and don't know what I'm doing."

I got a little quiet. "I thought you'd had experience before. I mean, you said..."

He nodded. "That's just sex, Dad. Can I speak freely?"

"Of course."

"I guess until lately, I thought I was one of those guys who just loved fucking or getting my cock sucked."

Just hearing Junior talk so bluntly was getting my dick hard as I drove, but then again I'd been boning up on and off all day. "That's very fun, Son."

He laughed. "Yeah." Then. "Dad... you ever regret settling down with Daddy?"

"Course not," I said. "Why do you ask?"

He shrugged. "I didn't know if you felt the need to fuck other guys."

I paused and weighed whether I should tell Junior. But I figured if I was going on a date with my son, I should be honest with him. "Your Daddy and I... we occasionally play with others. I guess that's our way of having a little extra fun in a serious marriage."

"Beside me?"

"Besides you, son."

That made Junior smile, I could tell even in my peripheral vision. "Very hot." Then I could tell he was trying to figure out. "The Fiedlers?"

I shook my head. "No, they never seemed open to playing that way. Though Todd knows more about my sex life than anyone other than your Daddy." I heard Junior start to ask another name, probably the Connors, but I stopped him. "I'm not playing twenty questions with this, OK?"

"OK, Dad." A little admonished, but I think it was just the curiosity getting to him.

I have another pat to his leg, and this time did not remove my hand. "So... my son's a player, huh?"

"Maybe," he said. "I don't know. I enjoy that for sure... but with you, Dad... if you wanted me to, I'd cut out the other guys."

I gulped. "We'll figure that out, kiddo. For now, let's just enjoy the fun dating stage, OK?"

"Sure, Dad," he said. "I almost made that rule number 7 but figured we should talk about that first."

I nodded. I realized I didn't know my son's experience level. "How many other guys we talking about?"

"Three regular. But I've gotten a bunch of blowjobs, kind of anonymous, you know?" Damn, Junior had done some growing up, real fast. "You mad at me?" he asked.

"You're your own man, Junior. I want you to be careful, and yeah, I'm gonna lecture you from time to time. But sex is a natural part of life." Then, as I made the turn off into the city, I had so ask. "So, Junior... what have you done sexually with these men?"

"Only fucking. And getting head, though I've sucked one other guy besides you and Daddy." I could tell it was still a thrill for Junior to talk openly and crudely about sex with me.

"You're wearing protection right?"

"For fucking, yeah... that condom fund, remember?" he said, lightheartedly.

"Yep, the condom fund. Just making sure it's going to its intended use."

"Definitely," Junior said with a proud tone in his voice. "Found out they're cheaper in the 36 box," he smirked.

Junior and I shared a sense of humor and I had to laugh. "You're bragging," I teased back.

"A little, yeah," he said.

"Your dad can brag, too," I said back.

"Yeah?" he asked.

I reached down to rearrange my boner in my shorts, the other hand on the steering wheel. "I've not worn a rubber in twenty years."

"Hot," Junior said. I could sense him adjusting his crotch, too. "I can't fucking wait to bareback."

"Just be responsible, Junior. I mean it." Easy Bill, I thought. Going too hard into Dad mode will kill date night. But I still wasn't fully convinced of Junior's maturity level here.

"I know, Dad," he said softly. Then, "Thanks for being cool about all this."

I looked over. Bill Jr. really was a special young man. Brade and I had raised him right and now I was reaping the reward. "Thanks for being my arm candy for date night, Son."

That got a pleased laugh from him. "Sure thing. I mean, I got a really hot Dad, so I think I'm the lucky one."

I drove to the hotel first and gave the valet the keys while Junior and I got our overnight bags and the garment bag.

He had an excited smile after we checked in and rode the elevator up to the room. "Are we good, Dad?" he asked. "I worried the killed the mood just now. Talking about other men."

"Nonsense," I said, with a flirtatious smile beneath my ball cap. "I want us to get to know each other more this weekend, Junior. Not just as father and son. OK?"

"Sounds amazing," he said, then lowering his voice, he added, "I'm hard as fuck."

"You're getting me there, too, kiddo," I growled.

I hadn't been sure how date night would play out. I'd initially thought we'd drop our stuff off, get showered and changed and then head to the restaurant. But as we stepped into our room, we set down the bags and immediately stepped toward one another. I gripped Junior's cap off his head and tossed it aside, and he did the same to mine. Our heights were exactly matched and it felt magnificent to kiss that way.

We were worked up and yet not completely rushing it. I felt up Junior's warm body beneath his polo golf shirt and he did the same to me.

I finally pulled back and patted his chest, taking the occasion to feel how hard and developed his leaner, teen pectoral muscle was becoming. "I hope you don't mind when your Dad lectures you."

"Not at all, Dad," Junior smirked. "You still lecture Daddy?"

"Sometimes," I grinned. "Not that much."

"Rule number 6, right?" he smiled. The rule about never being too old to be lectured.

"Rule number 6," I said, leaning in for a quick peck. Here goes, I thought. "Well, I wonder what your thoughts are on getting some kissing lessons tonight and tomorrow."

As predicted a worry swept over his face. "I'm not doing it good, am I?"

I massaged his arm. "You're doing it great, kiddo. You kiss like an 18 year old, and that's hot as fuck. But maybe I can coach you in some other speeds."

That made Junior smile. "I'd like that, Dad. I want you to teach me everything."

I smiled back. "There's another thing. Your Daddy and I..." I stopped myself. "No, I'm not gonna make it about your Daddy. Let's just say I get really into talking during sex."

Junior had seen a little of this, but I had held back before. And we rarely had the chance to fully explore.

I wanted to reassure him. "If you're up for it, that is. We don't have to."

"I'm game to try, Dad. What kind of talking?"

I moved my hands over his shoulders and down his arms again. Sensual, seductive. "About incest. The fact you're my son, and I'm your dad."

That got a positive reaction. "And you're my granddad, too."

"I'm on date night with my grandson," I said back, lust rising in my voice.

"Dad.... is it against the rules of date night to have sex first?"

I shook my head. "Not in the Drake household."

"I'm fucking glad I'm a Drake."

"I'm fucking glad you are, too, buddy."

We kissed, and I could sense Junior trying to go softer at it, to mix it up.

I pulled back. "I want you to suck your father's cock, Junior."

He nodded. "God, yes."

I walked us back and guided Junior to the edge of the bed. I undid my shorts and it didn't take me long to haul out my thick, long hardon. Nor for Junior to lean forward to taste it.

"This made you, Junior. This cock sired you."

"Oh God, yeah," Junior hissed as he licked up and down my shaft. I could tell he was getting into this. "Perfect fucking cock on my dad."

"Nineteen years ago... I fucked your Daddy."

I worried I was going too far, but Junior looked up at me with wide-eyed excitement. "You made me that night, Dad?"

"I made you that night, Son. Most magical sex I've ever had. My first incest kid."

"Shit," Junior hissed. He took me into his mouth and bobbed up and down. Excited to suck me, but I knew he was even more turned on by talking about this. So when he pulled off he looked back up at me and growled, his teen voice surprisingly deeper in lust. "What position did you fuck him in... when you made me?"

"Missionary," I said. While some parts of me and Brade's relationship would remain between us, I felt that date night was an occasion to share more with Junior. "Your Daddy prefers it face to face."

Junior smiled. "How do you like to fuck, Dad?" He asked. Junior had a naughty horny streak that he was beginning to feel freer to show me. It turned me on.

"I like fucking Braden on his stomach," I said. "Or doggy."

Junior LOVED this. Loved seeing me let my hair down. "Doggy is fucking hot, isn't it, Dad?"

"Sure is, Son," I said.

"It's probably my favorite," he said thoughtfully.

I reached down and ruffled his hair. Like I did when he played little league as a kid. I had this intense affection for Junior and was loving every minute of this. "I will say this, though, Son. Breeding a man... impregnating him... missionary seems right. You get to see his face when you knock him up."

"Oh FUCK, Dad..." Junior hissed. "You're so fucking hot." He dove onto my dick again. Sucking too roughly, even. I'd definitely have to give him blowjob lessons this weekend. But for now, I enjoyed letting him work out his lust and his desire for my cock. He sucked me for a minute before I pulled back.

"Let's get naked, Son," I suggested.

Within seconds our golf clothes were strewn on the hotel room floor, tossed aside, and Junior and I connected naked in a father-son embrace. I loved the feel of his younger body next to mine and his hard prick pressed against my own, our dicks so similar other than the foreskin Braden and I left on him. We made out, more impetuously than romantically, and I finally rolled us over till I was on top. Junior let me.

We humped against one another as my son held me tight and wrapped his legs around my waist. I paused and pulled back.

Looking down on my son's cute, handsome face, I ran my fingers along his cheek. "You've never been fucked, have you, kiddo?"

He shook his head. Afraid as much as he was horny. "No, Dad. Don't think I'm into that. Sorry."

"Don't apologize," I said. "I'd never pressure you into anything, Junior."

"I guess I'm a little too much like you, Dad."

I laughed. "It's true, buddy." I rolled off him, but kept caressing his face, his neck, and his body as I took in the magnificence of his naked golf-jock body. "I don't know what two tops do on date night, but I'm sure we'll have our fun."

It was a half joke, and Junior was on my wavelength. "I wanna suck your cock again, Dad. Get you off."

I was rock hard and I smiled as I leaned back and gestured toward my erection. "Have at it, kiddo... only a little gentler this time, OK? That gets me off more."

I thought Junior would feel admonished by the suggestion but instead he nodded eagerly and scooted down to take me back into this mouth. No licking foreplay this time. Eagerly, Junior swallowed about three inches and slowly bobbed his way to four, then five. I didn't even have to coach him. He just cut back on the suction and it felt magnificent. Soft, wet milking sensations from him mouth.

"Oh damn, Son... that's it, buddy... you're making your Dad feel real fucking good right now... like that... up and down... my own son sucking me... make love to that dad cock, kiddo.... Fucking hot incest blowjob.... incest date night."

That idea did it, along with Junior's softer sucking. I blasted hard into my son's throat and it took him by surprise. But within a second he adjusted, pulling off to take the cum into his mouth.

I thought he'd swallow my load but instead he pulled off as the dribbles were still coming out of my dick. Junior lurched up over me and met me in a heated kiss. I opened my mouth for it and felt my own cum being fed to me.

I'd never snowballed before, but it felt fun and naughty. I fed the cum back to Junior, and he repeated the action. Between us, my cum was getting frothier as it mixed with our saliva.

Junior was tugging at his prick and soon I felt his body tense and his hot spray cover my torso.

"I always wanted to try that, Dad," he said as we both pulled back from each other, having finally swallowed the shared cum load.

I patted his thigh. "You're gonna show your old man some new tricks aren't ya, kiddo?"

"Hell yeah," he grinned.

I looked over at the clock. "I could stay like this forever, but we got a dinner reservation to make in an hour."

I let Junior shower first. When I finally stepped out of the bathroom after my shower, it was amazing to see my son getting ready for our date. Hair gelled, dress trousers and button down, loafers. Clean cut, jock next door.

He was absorbed his phone, like teenagers often get, but then looked up at me getting dressed. I'd picked out a navy suit for the occasion, though I decided not to wear a tie.

"What?" I asked as Junior stared at me.

He shrugged. "You're really fucking handsome, Dad."

I winked. "At 56, they call it distinguished looking," I joked.

Junior laughed and stood up to get his sport coat off the hanger. He slipped it on his athletic body, and the effect was incredible, making my son look older while bringing out his fresh-faced youth.

"Talk about handsome," I said. I could see why Junior had such success in finding men to have sex with. I stepped up and leaned in to kiss him softly.

"I still can't believe I'm going on a date with my Dad," he said softly.

"The night's young kiddo," I replied. "But we should get going."

****

Dinner was surprisingly normal. Normal conversation about golf and school. We talked a lot about Junior's plans. The colleges he wanted to visit, what he wanted to major in. He asked me a lot about my career and different parts of finance.

Finally, Junior looked around at the restaurant. Not super fancy but a nice fine-dining place. "When was the last time you took Daddy on date night?" he asked.

I could sense some guilt slipping in, like he was stealing me away from his other parent.

"You know Braden and I have date night twice a month," I said. It was a Friday ritual where Brade and I would line up a babysitter, usually one of the Fiedler boys, to look after our sons, the twins especially, and Junior would help entertain Evan and Keith.

"I mean, like this," Junior replied.

"Once a year," I said. "Your Daddy is happier catching a basketball or hockey game instead. But for anniversaries, I like to get dressed up."

"I like it, too," Junior said with a strange sincerity.

I paid the check after we were done, and neither of us had to discuss what was next. We'd be going back to our hotel room.

It was a nice contrast from the rush earlier. I'd brought a nice scotch and poured some into the rocks glasses from the minibar.

"Here's to an amazing evening, Son," I toasted.

Junior raised his glass and then took a sip. I could tell he was getting used to the taste.

"Not your thing?" I asked.

"It's pretty fucking good, Dad," Junior said. "I guess the expensive stuff is expensive for a reason."

"Pretty much," I agreed. "I take it you're being responsible with the drinking these days?" I couldn't help it. A father's gonna be a father.

"Yes, sir," Junior said. He got quiet.

"I killed the mood," I said.

He shrugged. "I gotta earn your trust, Dad," Junior said. "I know that."

"Kiddo..." I said. I felt very emotional just then. Like, this felt different than dating Braden had been starting out. That was all the guilt and taboo and the rush of incest, my first time connecting with my own son romantically. But Junior was both more headstrong and emotionally vulnerable. I thought I had experience incest dating, but this second son was a whole new challenge.

My reaction pleased him. He gave a smile and a little of the old Junior was back. "I'm gonna do it, Dad. Be the man you respect." He ran his hands along his wool trousers, a nervous tic I was finding adorable. "You're not even gonna have to tell me. I'll know."

I smiled back and gave a sexier grin. I pulled up one shoe to unlace and remove it, then the other.

"What do you say we start those kissing lessons, buddy?"

He nodded eagerly.

We didn't remove our clothes at first. We just lay on the hotel bed, side by side. Close.

"First, the peck," I said. I leaned in and just touched my lips to Junior's. "Some boys grow out of kissing their dads like that."

"Not me," Junior hissed. And repeated it. And again. We laughed.

"What next?" he asked.

"Knocking on the Door," I said.

"You have names for all these kisses?" Junior laughed.

"I'm making them up as I go along," I admitted. "All right, keep your lips closed."

I then pressed my lips against his and opened my mouth to slip out my tongue. Gently I tapped his lips three times before licking along them.

"Fuck..." my son growled.

"You do it, now," I urged. He did and it was sensuous and thrilling. Finally I opened my mouth and let his tongue slide in. I now tapped my own against his tongue tip before pulling back.

"That's The Encounter."

I could tell he wanted to make a wise-ass remark but didn't.

"Again?" he asked.

I took the lead this time. Only rather than pull back I went deeper, gently battling his tongue until Junior got the hint to do the same. Adding a little bit of suction...

"Classic French Kiss," I explained.

I showed him a couple more speeds, inventing stupid names for them, before I said. "And one more. The Need."

Junior was amused and very turned on. "What the fuck is The Need?"

I smiled, scooting closer to Junior. "It's what your Daddy does when he's really in heat.... I'm gonna slip my tongue in and I want you to do you best to suck into your mouth, like you want to pull me all the way into you, Son."

We did just that and as Junior sucked, I plunged in with my tongue and he sucked some more. It drove me wild and surprisingly it drove Junior wild too. We'd been focusing on kissing but now he pawed at my crotch, feeling the hard dick forming a ridge there.

He was breathing heavy when I finally pulled back.

"You got a favorite, Dad?"

I shook my head. "Nope. It's all about mixing it up. Being on the same wavelength as your man."

Junior took that in like they were profound words of wisdom.

"So, Dad... you told me to think about something I'd want to try."

I'd forgotten about that, but I replied, "Tell me, buddy."

"I don't know... I guess when I watch porn, I love watching guys rim each other."

"And you wanna try it?" I asked.

"We don't gotta, Dad," Junior said, defensively.

"I'm game, buddy," I smiled, running my hands along the button down beneath his suit coat.

He smiled. "You, um, do that with Daddy?" he asked.

I shook my head. "We've done it some. Just not our thing." I pulled back, and began to undo my belt and trousers. "But let's give it a try, OK?"

Junior followed suit, getting out of his dress trousers and underwear and showing off a dick that was as hard as earlier. That's when I knew he wanted to try being rimmed as well.

We didn't even bother removing the rest of our clothes... dress socks, shirt and coat, watch... that was all still on as I lay back on the bed and looked at my handsome son. "You wanna go first, buddy?"

"Yeah, Dad," Junior replied. His voice croaking he was so turned on. That's what made me want to do this, seeing how much it excited my son.

I pulled back my legs, spreading them some. Junior could see my hairy trench and my tight pucker in the middle.

"FUCK YES..." he hissed, jerking his prick some as he got into place. "That's a fucking beautiful hole, Dad."

I lay patiently, letting my son get his eyeful before he leaned in.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. I'd never actually been rimmed before. It tickled more than anything.

Junior pulled back. "You OK, Dad?"

"Yeah, I'm OK," I said. "Go ahead and eat your dad's ass, Son."

The blowjobs had to be coached. But Junior was a natural at rimming. Eager but not overly eager. He got past my initial defensiveness and eventually it felt good. I mean, I don't think I craved the act in itself, but seeing Junior in hungry ass-eating mode was a turn on in itself.

"Shit, Dad, I almost came," he grunted as he pulled back, sap dripping from his foreskin.

"Let me do you," I urged.

Junior got a big smile and positioned himself on all fours, facing away from me. The very position was enough to make my cock throb and leak, but it was the sight of him pulling up his shirt tails and showing off that golf jock ass that had me going. I'd noticed Junior's butt before, but I was now realizing how frickin' perfect it was. Not meaty-muscular like Brade's, though God knows that was my normal turn on. But Junior had hit leg day enough to have a nice round bubble ass on his taller build. The buns completely hairless and smooth, though as he spread his legs I saw the faint dusting of stray hairs around his ass hole.

I dove in. Hungrier than I expected to taste Junior's hole. I'd done this some for Braden over the years, but Brade never took to getting eaten out, and I never craved it myself.

But running my tongue along my second son's hole and feeling the heat and tightness against my tongue, knowing he was cherry... that made me an instant convert. It was my turn to match Junior's lead, copying his tongue work and adding my own spin on things.

"Eat my ass, Dad. Eat your son out." Junior was also getting into the sex talk, which made me prod harder against the tight ring.

"I'm gonna cum, Dad, if you keep that up." Junior was jerking his prick again.

I didn't stop. Instead I smacked my hands on his hard teen buns and gripped tightly, pulling them apart as I went feral on his hole, licking, sucking, frenching my son's ring.

"OH FUCCK!" came his cry. He was orgasming hard.

I let him ride that cum for a couple of seconds and leaned up. I spit into my palm and that was all the lube I was gonna have. I gave my prick three steady tugs and was firing my dad cum all over his crack.

"Shit..." he hissed, surprised by the sensation but turned on.

I gave it up, until I leaned forward, collapsing on Junior's back some. I circled my arm around him and held tightly as we caught our breath.

"Thanks for that, Son. I loved it."

"I loved it, too, Dad. A little too much," he said in a chuckle.

"We're not gonna wait till next date night to do that again," I said.

Indeed, we repeated the act the next morning, Junior sitting his jock ass on my face as we went longer. Then we switched and he did the same to me.

Turns out, two tops can do just fine on date night.

***

Junior and I got home by 11AM. Junior went to drop his stuff up in his room, while I went to find Brade. He was in the backyard, tossing a football with the other boys, while the twins played with toys in the grass nearby.

My husband gave me a curious glance, maybe apprehensive. Wondering how the date had gone.

I smiled and nodded, then patted his shoulder affectionately as I called out to Keith. "See if you can make your Dad run for it, little man...." Keith got a smile before putting on his serious game face then pulled his arm back to throw it as hard as he could. He was only 11, but he still had some power to his throw. I ran after the ball, barely catching it. I did my best to return it to Evan, with an equally solid throw.

I looked over. Junior was out now, talking to Brade. Maybe sharing details about the date, who knows. The twins were happy as clams. Ev and Keith were getting in competitive mode with me.

It was one of those moments that I realized: I loved being a family man.

[drabbletron]

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Couldn't stop thinking about this, and then at 5 AM my brain hit me with a wonderful scenario. (And illness, yay)

Imagine Swerve getting freaky with himself, when reader comes home unexpectedly early and he's lowkey freaking out because "how are they gonna react to me fucking myself". Then reader's just like "damn that's hot af actually" and join him

- 🐟

|| me to this anon: i love you FISH, i ain't gon' ever stop lovin you, FISH! (Fr tho, these asks are making me so happy to write!!) ||

Two is Better Than One, But Three is Just as Fun: Swerve x reader x Holo!Swerve SMUT

PART 2

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

tw: self-cest??

Swerve can hear the jingling of keys too little too late as the habsuite door opens with is usual woosh.

"Ah, shit --!"

You're taken aback at the scene before you: Swerve has someone bent over doggy style on your shared berth, and that person is none other than -- HIMSELF?!

"It's not what it looks like!" "I can explain!"

So many questions are shooting around your head. What is he doing? Why is he doing it? Why didn't he invite you? Why are you so turned on by this? What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Both him and his avatar are scrambling, talking at the same time to placate whatever repercussions may befall him. Swerve still hasn't even pulled out of his avatar, and when he does both of them let out the deepest wanton groan you've ever heard and that definitely doesn't go straight between your legs. No way! Nu-uh!

"Swerve," he stops moving when you say his name, "I don't want to yuck your yum or anything, but what are you doing?"

"I was just, y'know!" He gestures vaguely to the avatar, "just testing some things out! With my--uh, with my programming, yeah! Testing the sensor calibrations an-and stuff…"

Swerve can feel that his frame is on fire but he can't tell if it's from the way his ass was clenching on his spike or from the embarrassment of being caught essentially playing with himself. He has no time to mull it over before you're placing your work bag on the ground and pulling up a chair to sit in. Your eyes never leave him, watching like a hawk, expecting… something.

"Tests, huh? So tell me, Swerve, how are those tests coming along?"

"G-good? I guess.. I'm not sure what you--"

"Keep going."

"I'm ..sorry?"

"Keep going. Don't let me stop you from doing what you're doing. You need results, right? Well lets see 'em. Calibrate what you need to, then maybe we can run some tests of our own."

Your eyes are different now, burning, smoldering, heated and hungry. It clicks that you want to watch. See him fucking himself. He feels so small under your stare, but the way you're looking at him spurs his movements.

Swerve reactivates the connection between himself and his avatar, the holomatter now fully responsive and operable, and both of them hesitantly go back to the position they were in. He brings the avatar's hips up and places his spike between its cheeks, grinding very gently and oh so uncertainly. He looks to you for approval and you give him a very expectant "Well…?"

"Are you sure you want me to do this? I mean, this isn't cheating, right?"

"It's just yourself piloting that thing, isn't it?"

Swerve nods.

"Then it's not cheating. Here," you take off your pants and sling one leg over the arm of the chair, letting yourself be visible to him, "how about I join you?" Less of a question and more of a statement.

More than a little confused but also very turned on, Swerve pipes up, "but you're not even over here."

"Think of it as 'mutual masturbation'; I get off while you get off and everybody's happy, yeah?"

Swerve can already see the slick on your sex catching in the dim lights of the room. If he wasn't suspicious of you being some sort of voyeur then he's sure as hell convinced now, or you might just be that into him. He'll let himself believe that you find him as attractive as you say you do when the two of you are intimate for now, if only to play into the fantasy of being desired by someone he thinks is out of his league. That little boost gets him back in the flow of things and he resumes where he left off.

(to be continued ...?)

|| NOTE: I did so little editing as I wanted to post this as soon as I possibly could!! I didn't think of self-cest being a thing until I really thought about the holomatter avatars. I will do a continuation of this, but I need the time to work on it. Got a lot to do and such! ||

[whump-imagines]

Too Much Coffee

Connor x reader

WC: 1500 ish

Warnings: overdose... caffeine, but still.

@whumpcember day 9 shaking

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“It's two in the morning. What are you still doing up?”

You startled at the sound of Connor’s voice having not heard him come home. “Holy shit, make some noise when you come in.”

He chuckled. “I thought you'd be asleep and I was trying not to wake you.”

You glanced at the clock then not having realized how late it'd gotten. “Oh, right. Well I have to finish this proposal anyway and I wasn't tired.” You lift your mug and drain the remaining coffee. Setting it back down, you press your thumb into your temple and rub your forehead to relieve the growing headache.

Connor stood silently watching you. As you reached for your keyboard he saw your hands shake. “How much coffee have you had?”

“Um, a pot… or maybe two?”

His eyes widened before he made his way over and knelt beside you. He took your hand and pressed his fingers into your pulse as he looked at his watch. He shook his head before he locked eyes with you. “126 and irregular. Sweetheart, you have to be careful with that much caffeine.”

“Oops,” you shrugged, giving him a guilty smile.

“Come on,” he requested, offering you his hand.

You took the offered hand and stood. As you did, the world spun slightly and you gripped his hand harder. He wrapped an arm around you and gently leaned you into his chest. “Okay, maybe I don't feel so good.”

“Dizzy?” he asked.

You took a deep breath trying to settle the feeling. “Yeah, and maybe a bit nauseous.”

“Alright. Let's go sit on the couch.” He slowly led you out of the office and settled you onto the couch. “Try some slow, deep breaths and just relax.”

A few minutes later, he came back with a tray. He set it on the table and handed you a glass of water. “Drink some of that first.”

You saluted before taking the glass. “Yes, sir.” He pulled his stethoscope from around his neck that you hadn't noticed. “Where did you get that?”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “The entry table where it sits with my keys and wallet.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know that. I meant when and why?”

“While I was boiling water for oatmeal and because your heart is still racing and I need to keep an eye on that,” he explained.

“How do you know that from over there?” you asked. “Are you psychic now? Or maybe you have x-ray vision.”

He chuckled. “Well, for one,” he traced his fingers softly down your neck until you could feel your pulse beat against his fingers, “I can see your pulse in your neck here. And for two, I know that much caffeine doesn't wear off in ten minutes.”

“You know, you make my heart race like this, too. You don't worry about it then,” you tease.

“That's very different, smart-ass. Now will you drink that, please.” He nodded to the water in your hand.

“Okay, okay.” You sipped the water as he placed the tips in his ears and the diaphragm on your chest. You tried not to squirm under his attention.

He looped the stethoscope back around his neck. “Still way too fast and skippy. You do know it's possible to OD on caffeine, right?”

“I didn't mean to drink so much. I was on auto-pilot working on that stupid proposal.”

“It's okay. You just need to eat and hydrate a lot and it'll be okay.” He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “Oatmeal or banana first?”

“Oatmeal, please.”

He leaned forward to grab the bowl and handed it to you. “Here you go. What are we binging?”

“Hmm, how about House?” He just glared at you and you laughed. “Grey’s Anatomy?”

“That's worse. Why are you trying to torture me?”

You snorted a laugh. “I was just kidding. How about Suits?”

“Deal.” He turned on the TV and started an episode. “I need you to finish that water before this episode is over.”

Half an hour later, you'd finished eating and emptied the glass. “Pause, please,” you asked.

“You can keep watching. I'll get you more water,” he offered, already moving to stand.

“And I'll let you.” You handed him your glass. “But we still need to pause. I have to pee.”

“Oh, right.” He offered you a hand and pulled you up from the couch. “Still dizzy?”

“Uh, a little but not too bad. I can make it there on my own.”

He nodded once, looking as if he was contemplating your answer. “Okay. Shout if you need me. Otherwise, I'll meet you back here.” He squeezed your hand softly before releasing you.

As you headed back to the couch, Connor popped his head out of the kitchen. “How's your head? Do you need some Tylenol?”

“Um, it's better than earlier. I think I'll be okay for now.”

A minute later, he was settling beside you on the couch once again. He handed you a tumbler with a lid and straw and then pulled you against him and kissed the top of your head. Next, he took your wrist in his hand again and lifted his other arm off your shoulder to glance at his watch. “A little better. Down to 116. Still way too fast but at least it's not so skippy anymore.”

You gave him a thumbs up and then snatched the remote to press play.

By the time you finished the new cup of water, you were yawning and starting to doze off. “I thought coffee kept you awake longer than this.”

“It's not as effective when you've built up a tolerance. Let's go try to get some sleep.”

You snuggled in tighter against him. “But I'm comfy.”

He chuckled and stood, lifting you easily into a bridal carry. “You can be more comfy in the bed.” He set you down in the threshold of the bathroom.

You pouted. “This isn't the bed.”

“I'm sure you want to go before bed and brush your teeth,” he justified.

Both of you made quick work of getting ready for bed. When you finished you leaned your chin on his sternum and glanced up at him.

“You want me to carry you?”

You just smiled and nodded. He bent and lifted you again. You sighed contentedly and closed your eyes as he walked. When he set you on the bed you whined. He sat down in the bed beside you.

As he grabbed his stethoscope, you rolled your eyes. “I'm fine.”

“You basically just gave yourself a caffeine induced stress test. Forgive me for wanting to make sure you're okay..” He listened to your heart and checked your pulse once more before he moved to lay in his spot.

He pulled you over and you settled against him. He kissed the top of your head. “Good night. I love you,”

You squeezed him and hummed contentedly. “Love you.” You quickly dozed off.

After a fitful night of sleep, filled with a lot of tossing and turning, you woke to Connor cuddled beside you with his head on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair lazily.

“Morning,” he greeted.

“Are you doing what I think you're doing?”

“Probably. If you think I'm listening then you'd be correct.”

“Babe,” you started, pulling his head up so he could turn to look at you. “I swear I'm okay. I slept like shit, but I feel fine. I promise.”

He hugged you tightly. “I'm sorry. You freaked me out a little. If I hadn't come home when I did, you might have made a third pot. You could have gotten really sick.”

“But you did. And I didn't get super sick. I'm good. I could use a cup of coffee though.”

“No,” he whipped his head up glaring at you. “No caffeine for at least three days.”

“How am I supposed to function at work?”

“B vitamins might help,” he suggested. “You can take a supplement. Or, my preference, you could take a day or two off work and take it easy.”

You laughed. “Oh, yeah. I can just imagine how that call would go… ‘I need a couple days off because I drank too much coffee’. I'm pretty sure I'd get laughed at and then maybe even fired.”

“I can call. I can just tell them you have food poisoning,” he offered. “That's barely even a lie.”

You pried yourself from his hold. “I think I'll be fine.” You pushed to stand and the world spun a little and nausea flared. You sank back to sitting and closed your eyes for a moment. “Okay, maybe one day wouldn't be a bad thing.”

He rounded the bed and kissed your forehead before snatching your phone off the nightstand. “Just lay back down and relax. I'll call your boss and then I'll make you some eggs and bacon. The protein should help.”

“Thank you.” Flopping back down into your pillow, he pulled the covers up to your shoulder. “Love you.”

“I love you too, pretty girl. I'll be back in a few.”

[vi0lentquiche]

I vaguely remember reading this and watching the interview with Bryan and Hugh at some point but can’t find any traces of it here, so to commemorate the heroic sacrifices of everyone working on Season 1 and to preserve the McDonalds bit especially:

For the first season, it was interesting, 'cause I wrote the pilot and it was so closely tuned to what Thomas Harris had written, and there was so much from the books that was going into it. Then I think we had four or five scripts, and then I saw the pilot, and I saw the work that Hugh and Mads were doing, and I saw the work that David Slade was doing, and I looked at those four or five scripts that we had written, and I said that they weren't good enough, and I threw them out. And then we started over. I think we shut down for two weeks between the pilot and the rest of the show. So, after seeing the pilot and going, 'This is actually really good, and this cast is phenomenal and they deserve better material,' [we changed our approach] because the four or five scripts that we had done were very procedural, and very sort of strange.

One of the episodes was about a mass shooting in a McDonald's, and we were trying to make this commentary on fast food culture and gun culture. Now, looking back on that, I'm like, 'What the fuck were we thinking?' 'cause there's no way to skin that and not be offensive to somebody. Not that I care about offending people, but it just was sort of inelegant and cheap and not necessarily elevating the genre. I feel a deep responsibility to try to elevate the genre of whatever I'm doing. So we tossed all of those scripts out, and then it was a scramble for the rest of the season.

And it was really hard on Mads because English is his second language, and a lot of the shit that Hannibal is saying are words that I have to look up, to go like, 'Is that right? Is that a word?' So it was really difficult for him. The first season was insane, it was very depressing, and it felt very much like I was in Will Graham's head a little too far. And I remember there was one time when Hugh and Claire [Danes, Dancy's wife] and I were walking around a park and it was just nice to be with people who weren't expecting something from me that I knew I couldn't give them. To just have general support and go, like I said, when Hugh and I had our first dinner, I was like, 'Oh, this is gonna be my friend. This isn't just a working relationship, this is somebody whose company that I adore.' So those moments kind of got me through the complexities and the real hardships of season one. And then after surviving something you go, like, 'Oh, I can survive.'

bonus:

Truthfully, in the chaos that we experienced and that Bryan was kind of in the frontline of, in retrospect it didn't compromise for me the ability to submerge ourselves in it. I honestly don't know why that should be, except for the fact that... he, and we all, felt that responsibility, right? Not even to anybody else, just to ourselves, right?" Fuller finished Dancy's thought for him: "As artists."

[simplyzeeka]

Episode 1. Season 1 (Pilot)

The Big Bang

Come follow me to luxury

Gold on the floors

And all over me

Warnings: MDNI!! Profanity, mentions of violence, adult themes, use of the n-word, use of the b-word, themes of infidelity

Summary: Not every princess lived in a castle. Terry learns this when he meets what he considers a celestial being in the dirtiest of places. Too enamored, he forgets about all his spoken promises to another.

"AND ACTION" 🎬

There's always a comfort that comes with having options, especially if every option benefits you. It didn't matter how miniscule the situation may be, having options just made it all the better.

A man like Terry was one that believed options to be a luxury. He wished he had that luxury when life struck a butcher knife to his heart and ordered him to walk like it didn't hurt. Maybe then, if he had options, he would've picked a butter knife instead. And maybe then, he wouldn't have needed to experience hell or high waters.

So it's understandable that he felt a tinge of discomfort when that luxury was taken away from him, maybe a little irritated. Here he stood, with two of his friends (dumb friends, might he add), first in line to enter what he would describe as the dingiest strip clubs he has ever seen, not that he’s seen many. Now, Terry has been in worse predicaments than this, he's been in places that looked way more… unsightly than this.

It was just the subtle air, a foreboding feeling that washes over him as he looked at the club doors, that made him think that he could have spent his bachelor party at home instead, by himself. Nothing appealing came from watching strippers dancing anyway… for him at least.

“So you tellin’ me you couldn't have picked a less shady place? Looks like it's bout to rain bullets here.”

Or maybe he was just paranoid. Three years of therapy could only do as much as you let it, and Terrence Richmond? Well, he didn't let it do much for him.

“I just wanna see some ass shake man, all them fancy strip clubs have the bitches with no ass. They not even pretty in the face.” Rome exaggerated, chewing the gun in his mouth so loudly, Terry had the right mind to knock him out.

“Nigga, you dense as fuck. This that shit that got you that STD.” Yosohn shook his head as he schooled Rome, not that Rome was open to listening.

Terry met Rome and Yosohn a year after moving to Georgia. Rome being the big mouth he was, got a little mouthy with Terry and almost got knocked out clean. Yosohn spoke on behalf of his friend, then weirdly, they became friends. Although they weren't the type of company he would normally surround himself with, they were great distractions when life didn't seem worth living. Them and his fiancé.

“Man, I ain't ever telling you shit. This why Ronda left yo ass. Let's get inside before I crash out on you, blowing my high.”

Yeah, amazing distractions.

It smelled better than expected really. While Terry expected a cacosmic mixture of perfumes, sweat and vomit. It smelled like sweet cherry liquor, only a little bit of sweat and it seemed every woman here used the same perfume because it smelled all the same to him.

The interior of the club was very… busy. Not a shocking resolution, it was a strip club. Just a little uncomfortable, the three men had to bump, push and wedge between drunk bodies to get to the small booth Rome booked.

“Man, look at all this. Tell me you don't want that Terry.” Rome tilted his head downwards as one girl, seemingly a dancer, walked past him. Terry just gives Rome a blank look, “You don't ever get tired of talkin’?”

Yosohn's shoulders shook, head thrown downwards. Rome was clearly the most talkative out of all three, and while Yosohn matched his energy sometimes, it got a little unbearable at times. But what made him laugh was how he shut up as Terry spoke to him, until this day, Rome doesn't dare cross a line with the large man.

“Fuck you laughin’ at? Bald-headed motherfucker. Yo beard patchy as fuck, go take some Minoxidil.” Terry couldn't help but laugh at that. Their banter is always something worth watching.

Raunchy music dripped from the speakers as dancers performed praise-worthy tricks on the poles at the main stage. With hands digging deep into his pockets, he bopped his head to the catchy beat of the music. Not his usual taste, but anything was better than standing there looking awkward.

Rome had long disappeared, Terry wasn't sure if it was the bar he went to, or perhaps he followed behind a dancer. “Let's get you a drink man, can't even act like you enjoying yourself.” Yosohn shook his head at how sad the man looked. “It's cause I'm not.” Terry retorted with a small chuckle, the first he's given since being away from his fiancé.

Alas after a few drinks, Terry has let a little loose. His teeth were on display more, his shoulders slack and his hands out of his pockets.

There were a few girls in the booth with them, Terry didn't care to entertain either of them though. Courtesy of the club, they sent them a bottle with knowledge of the occasion, and of course, that was thanks to Rome.

The DJ kept announcing the arrival of dancers on stage for solo performances. All which had patrons screaming and throwing money on the stage, painting it green with Benjamins. Clearly this was a generous crowd.

It wasn't until the music changed into something slow and sensual that his attention perked towards the stage. The lights have changed to warm,dim, orange, then queued the DJ. “Aight, y'all already know what time it is. Let's get into some slow seduction with one of your favourites… Indigo.”

Except this time the crowd was quiet. Not a single scream, just sublime silence. “Yo, what's this wack ass shit? We don't wanna hear this slow shit.” Silence that Rome had no problem breaking.

Terry couldn't help but internally agree, because this was a strip club. There was a specific aesthetic that strip clubs had, and slow wasn't one of them. The crowd wasn't silent in boredom though, they were attentive, staring directly at the stage. He notices how not a single phone was out, just wide eyes and anticipating smiles.

He wondered why until he registered the soft melody of Victoria Monét's “Big Boss” playing through the speakers, and there was Indigo.

A hand on the pole as she walked around it, before climbing up. A gold set was on her, glitter stuck to her skin. Just as the song recited. She resonated a bright star as she twirled on the pole with skill.

Her black tresses flowed around her in controlled movements. Her movements weren't as sharp, quick or as ‘sexy’ as the other dancers. Her movements were smooth, sensual and hypnotising. She didn't let the pole control her, instead the pole gave her every command and she obliged willingly.

Indigo wasn't dancing to seduce. She danced to engage, to captivate. She captured more than just her audience's eyes, she captured their hearts and their minds. She commanded everyone to silence. The small smile on her face as she danced made her all the more ethereal, there was no way on this damned earth that a beauty like that existed. Not when mundane people like himself existed. Was it possible to co-exist with such an entity? That much was unbeknownst to Terry.

She had taken so much of his attention, that he did not notice when her set was over. The party was back up again once everyone regained their composure, everyone except him because his friends had to shake him out of his trance.

“Yo Terry, you good bro? This nigga gone.” Yosohn laughed at Terry, but truthfully, he understood him. Indigo was a beauty yet to be reckoned with. It took him a while to shake out of it after watching the dancer perform.

“Now that's the kind of hoe you turn into a housewife.” Rome comments, still glancing at where Indigo had exited the stage.

“Aye Rome, Terry gone bruh.” Yosohn doubled over as he took a short video of Terry. Rome reached over and slightly smacked the big man out of it. And immediately, old Terry was back to mugging and grunting.

“Don't get fucked up.” He muttered to Rome, before glancing back to the stage again. “Oh hell no, bring her back on stage. Big ass attitude. I hope Amber cheating on yo ass.”

A drunk Yosohn was sliding off the sofa in laughter. Terry smacks his teeth before taking a sip of his whiskey. His mind was racing, eyes twitching as his leg began bouncing. He needed another fix of seeing Indigo and suddenly he understood the crowd, the silence. The need to capture that moment in its entirety, because Terry thought it was short… too short. *She just got on stage.*

“Who was that?” He asked, nobody in particular, as long as he would get an answer, he didn't care who it came from. “That's Indigo, she been dancing here for a couple years. Pretty as fuck, as you see. I think her-” Yosohn answers before Rome interrupts. “And greedy as fuck too, you forgot to add that.” Yosohn rolls his eyes, “She rejected him, don't mind him. Anyway, think her real name Senia or some shit like that.”

Terry hums, eyebrows twitching subtly. Now his mind was treading on dangerous territory, wanting to know how he could get to see her again, right now. “She do private dances?”

The mere question has Rome and Yosohn shocked. Terrence Richmond had lost all sense of composure at that moment, that he didn't care much about looking a little too invested.

“Huh? You tryna fuck up before your wedding day? Yeah no, let's bounce.” Yosohn shook his head, being the angel on Terry's one shoulder, and of course, Rome would play devil's advocate. “Bro what? Stop being lame, it's his last day single, one lil dance not gon hurt. Amber probably doin’ the same shit.” Rome waved his hand in dismissal. “He's not single dumb ass nigga.”

The two continued going back and forth, they didn't even notice Terry getting up. “Hey man, I was wondering if I could get a private dance.” He questioned the bouncer who stood near velvet curtains. The bouncer mugs Terry, “Nigga, do I look like a stripper to you? Fuck you asking me for?”

Terry sighs, how the fuck was he supposed to know who and what to ask. His thick brows furrow and his lips curl downwards before looking around. The bouncer sighs, the man was clearly new to this.

“Who you lookin’ for?” His ears perk, head whips in the bouncer's direction. Wasn't even the slightest bit embarrassed in his pursuit of finding her. “Indigo.”

The bouncer nodded with a hum, his request was very much understandable. Sticking his head in the curtains, he yells the stripper’s name. It wasn't long until she appeared again that Terry felt his heart skip a beat. The stage did not do her any justice, because even now under dim lights that made it hard to see, Indigo still looked jaw-dropping. “What’s up Nyx, who is this?”

Her southern accent was thick, the drawl did something to his chest that had him wondering if he had a heart condition. “He askin’ for a dance, baby.”

The dark-skinned beauty raised a perfectly trimmed brow in Terry’s direction. “Oh is that right?” she asked the man himself, and the smile on her face was enough to send him into cardiac arrest. “Yes ma’am.” Terry retorts with a smile of his own, close-lipped and gentle.

Eyes glazing across her features, Indigo laughs at his politeness. It wasn’t often she met someone as polite as him when asking for a dance. “It’s gon’ cost you.”, a declaration. Terry found that wooing more than anything, “That’s fine. I’m willing.”

They stare at one another for a while, while Indigo seemed to be sizing him up, Terry was tracing her face, pocketing the memory in a place where everything felt nostalgic, because Terry couldn't help but feel something familiar about her. A feeling he shook off because now he sounded stupid.

Indigo hums, that was also a response she didn’t hear often, but she wouldn’t dare complain. “I’ll keep that in mind, c’mon baby.”

"AND CUT" 🎬

Note: Not as long as I would have liked, but I also beat a record... so win some lose some?

Yosohn pronounced. Yo-shawn. I'm extra...

This will be an angsty series revolving around uncomfortable matters. Infidelity. Like I said in my last post, I do not condone it, and neither should anyone.

This is purely fiction.

Hope you enjoy this, I'm honestly really invested. That playlist I made is really doing what it's supposed to.

Playlist here if you're interested. Hope you enjoyed the first part.

Next episode

[effietrinket1619]

ty for continuously giving us razer and aya references in ur comics continuity fics honestly i’m a bit surprised at how there doesn’t seem to be that much overlap in fans of gltas vs gl comics so i’m eating UP ur razer and aya references. ty for ur services for lanternfam and gl whump also 🫡

oh my gosh you're too kind to me! i'm quite literally obsessed with gl:tas which is hilarious because i actually never even watched it before last year i think? i definitely didn't grow up with it and the flyboy, impulsive, cheese eating hotshot, his best friend and drill sergeant, his AI daughter and his edgy, traumatised son is a family dynamic that can be so personal.

anyway, i'm here now so i might as well get some other thoughts out about this fic while i'm at it. the idea came from recontextualising a person given experiences you never knew they had which is the backbone of most of those 'JL meets the batfam' fics you see everywhere, right? i could've gone down a similarly comedic route by just dropping hal's secret daughter on the characters and having him walk away which would've been hilarious but I Like To Watch The White Man Hurt

so yeah, instead this is JL (and a few of the other lanterns) find out about aya in the most traumatising way possible which totally recontextualises hal jordan to everyone present. there's a few moments like this throughout, actually, that shake up their perception of hal (meeting secretly with razer who they don't know, being part of the pta etc) but the aya reveal is what cements it. because suddenly, hal has not been that hotshot, irresponsible pilot in a while. years. he was a father who lost his kid.

so, like. they find out that not only has hal been hiding a lot of pretty earth-shattering shit from the rest of them, but that he's been carrying this loss without literally any of them knowing.

[buttercup12233]

Alastor is such a Gary stu that wants everybody to know that he's "sCaRy" because he can have black eyes and red pupils, turn big, and shoot out tentacles. Like bro. That's not creepy. And most of his lines fucking suck. How does he know about modern slang? Didn't this guy die during the great fucking depression? Not to mention, this guy swears a whole lot. It would've been perfect if the only time he ever swore was when his staff got broken apart. That would've really shocked the audience. I wouldn't mind him saying "fuck" a few times, but when that shit becomes a common thing, that's a problem. Swearing wasn't common in the 1900's. So why is Alastor using it on a daily basis. He no longer stands out from the cast. He's just another edge lord. He says the most corniest lines too like omg everytime he says ONE embarrassing word, I have to pause from watching the show bc the guy gives me second hand embarrassment. He's trying so hard to be terrifying that it's not working. For some reason, Alastor just wants power.... I'm not sure if it was planned from the start, but the execution is dog shit in my opinion. Pilot Alastor was done better than this. The reason why pilot Alastor was so creepy and overall an amazing character, at least in my opinion, was because you didn't really know exactly how he was feeling, or what was going on inside his head. The whole point of him volunteering to 'help' Charlie run the hotel was that he could see sinners fail and give himself some entertainment. He even flat out admits it in the pilot. But then you just have that gut feeling that there's something more going on with Alastor. That he's probably planning something else than just finding entertainment. Let the 'him wanting power' be like a b plot if THAT was the case (explain why he even wants power too bc if he just WANTS it for the sake of it, then that's boring). And I think what was the most exciting thing about his character, was that he was mysterious. Notice how the only times he EVER used his power or lost his cool was when Angel Dust claimed that he could suck his dick, or when Sir Pentious interrupted his song and threatened to literally hurt him. I swear, this guy used his title as the radio demon for times when it was appropriate. That's what I loved about Pilot Al. He wasn't trying to be creepy unless it was needed. In this show, he desperately wants people to fear him. He even tries to pick a fight with everybody, even the ones who are kind to him. He's a complete asshole and a dickhead. And I'm just like "boo, fucking corny, bitch". Idk, man. It's pro just me. But I hate Alastor so goddamn fucking much. At least in the show. He gives me headaches, he's a Gary stu, and I can't believe this mf got away with talking trash to the KING OF HELL like holy SHIT. Why didn't his ass get humbled at the moment there? He just got freewill the whole time during season one without consequences. Besides Adam tearing his ass up.

Alastor is just so- ugh.

I beg for you guys to let me know if some of my points were invalid. I would actively listen to them. I was just in rage the whole entire time while writing this, so my mind was just clouded with 'wtf happened to the cool guy I once loved' and just...RAAAAAH. so please don't hesitate to speak out. I'm aware that not EVERYBODY will agree with what I say. But it's great to hear y'all's opinions about this. Thank you.

[emphasisonthehomo]

Twitch Streamer Tommy, because apparently I still have thoughts on him being one of those dudes who's into Flight Simulator.

Buck mostly starts out watching the streams because Christopher watches streams. Buck and Eddie have had discussions with Chris about how much info he should be sharing with strangers on the internet, it was a whole thing. Chris can watch them without being monitored, neither of them are helicopter parents, but Buck does in general keep tabs on them. Because he's constantly reading shit about someone w/ fame on the internet taking advantage of it.

There's a variety to the ones that Chris watches, but all of of them are for games that he already plays. Except one. Some guy called REMOVEB4FLIGHT and it's straight up just Flight Simulator content. There's not a ton of consistency to when the guy streams, it's all over the place schedule wise. Maybe once or twice a month, and he's clearly not a Professional Streamer™ so much as a guy with a hobby. His set up is crazy though.

And sometimes Christopher watches them when Buck is in eyesight, and yeah. Buck won't lie. He's interested. He became legitimately invested when REMOVEB4FLIGHT sat down and simulated a flight from JFK International Airport to Singapore Changi Airport, and it was just under 19 hours.

Buck didn't watch the entire thing, don't be stupid. But he did watch the last 4 hours which... Shut up. It should have been boring, but there was enough going on between the chat and REMOVEB4FLIGHT that it wasn't.

And it was also cute. The guy was cute. He was already obviously tired by the time Buck and Christopher started watching, and as he got more tired he got gigglier and gigglier. Explaining that "No. No pilots will ever fly 19 hours straight, I'm just doing it because I thought it'd be a fun challenge and oh nooooo do I regret it. My only goal is to be coherent enough to not crash land this A350."

The plane does not crash land and at the end, REMOVEB4FLIGHT runs his hands through his curly hair, laughs in exhaustion, and says "Great, I'm gonna go sleep for 12 hours because I've got a shift in 14. BYE."

And Buck keeps watching after that, when he can. There's something calming about it, in a weird way. It's both is and isn't ASMR. Any ASMR is absolutely on accident, but the guy has a really nice set up, a really nice mic. And a really nice voice. And a really nice face. He explains in detail what he's doing and why, like he's giving a casual lesson on How To Fly.

Buck learns that the his name is Tommy, and he is actually a pilot but he flies helicopters and that's "-the only other information you need about my day job."

Not all of Tommy's streams are 19 hours, though they're still long. A lot of them are him being like "What's the weirdest place I can land this thing?" or messing around in multiplayer. Maybe something where he tries to recreate relatively famous crash landings, like one day he goes "We're Gimli Gliding it today" and he does crash pretty badly the first time, but he gets it on the second.

It becomes a thing Buck and Christopher talk about, because they both keep up with it. Chris starts pestering Eddie to get him a joystick and pedals to play Flight Simulator, but those aren't exactly cheap so Eddie promises it for xmas. Buck is already stewing over how to potentially adjust settings and shit to make sure that the inclusion of foot pedals isn't an issue for Chris, etc etc.

Sometimes when Buck is part of the Chat Conglomerate Tommy comments on something he's said. It makes him giddy. It's difficult to describe. He just likes this guy. This guy's cool. Buck's getting attention from someone on the internet, sue him. He likes it.

And then the drama with the cruise ship. Buck doesn't think anything of it when Chimney reaches out to an old friend named Tommy, because why would he? It's a common enough name. But then Buck walks into Harbor Station and comes face to face with REMOVEB4FLIGHT and oh. Oh shit.

[miss-musings]

The Mystery of CX-2's Rifles (A Remnant of CX-Tech Theory or a Fun Headcanon?)

I'm not sure if I'm the first person to point this out, but CX-2 has two different rifles in "The Bad Batch" Season 3. I'm not sure if this was a choice by the creators/animators to help CX-2 stand out more, or if this is a remnant of the CX-Tech theory.

Let me explain:

The first time we see CX-2 in 3.06 "Infiltration," we see him use what I'll call the black rifle.

It's an all-black military-style rifle, and it's the exact same model that Crosshair uses.

Throughout the show, we see how Crosshair can take the "base model" out of his backpack and then add his scope, a longer barrel and other accessories to it. CX-2 does the same thing.

Now, CX-2 loses this black rifle in 3.07 "Extraction" during his fight with Crosshair, who shoots it out of his hand while they're on the cliffs. Then they go tumbling down the river, and CX-2 ultimately goes over the waterfall.

It's unclear whether CX-2 ever goes back for his black rifle, because the next time we see him armed in 3.11 "Point of No Return," he's using what I'll call the brown rifle.

Like the black one, it has a base model that CX-2 can add little accessories to like a scope and a longer barrel. However it is distinct from the black one. The butt is different in shape and color -- it's specifically brown and almost looks like it's made of wood with a little circular symbol on the side.

Even the barrel looks different too. I think it's longer than the black one's, and considering some of the shots CX-2 makes on Pabu, I wonder if it's better for super-long-range shooting.

You can also briefly see him carrying the brown one in his backpack when he drops Omega off on Tantiss in 3.12 "Juggernaut."

Now, it makes sense that, if CX-2 didn't go back for his black rifle on Teth after 3.07, that he'd need a replacement gun.

But why give him a different-looking one? Why not just give him the same model of gun? Why give him a second and very distinct gun from the first? Doesn't that just make more work for the animators?

Now, here's where it really gets interesting:

CX-2 is using the brown rifle in the hangar fight in 3.15 "The Cavalry Has Arrived." He's also carrying the brown rifle when Echo sees the CX operatives carting the defeated Bad Batch away.

BUT when he accompanies Hemlock to the CX lab, where he later dies, he's carrying a black rifle instead. This is the one Hunter picks up after killing CX-2, and this is the one Crosshair uses during the final confrontation with Hemlock.

(Side note: YouTuber Cardo assembled all of CX-2's appearances, and you can easily track when he's using the two different rifles.)

My question is: Why does CX-2 have his black rifle in the CX lab when he was just using the brown one during the hangar fight? When and why did he switch them out?

Even if the brown one was better for super-long-range shooting, why did he have it in the hangar fight at all, considering the Bad Batch was never than 100 yards away at any given point? He wouldn't need to make insane shots like he did on Pabu, when he sniped his own pilot from like a quarter-mile away.

Shoot, he barely even used his rifle at all in the hangar fight!

He shot at Hunter one time, and then let the other operatives handle the majority of the fight. We don't see him again until he chops off Crosshair's hand, and then his rifle is in his backpack!

So, why was he using a different rifle in the CX lab when he dies? Well, here are the only two explanations I can think of:

1. CX-2 has two different guns because something happened during the Season 3 production process.

Maybe it was a mistake on the animators' part. This happens from time to time. If you watch scenes enough, you'll notice things like characters' backpacks missing in one shot but reappearing in the next. Animators are human, and if anything little mistakes like that just prove this show wasn't made by AI or some shit.

Perhaps CX-2 having two different rifles is a remnant of some plotline that got scrapped. Maybe there were, at one point, two operatives who used two different guns, and they cobbled them together. Or scenes that were already animated got shuffled around in the editing room.

It's also possible the animators had to work backwards from the final confrontation with Hemlock. Maybe that scene where Crosshair is using CX-2's black rifle was already animated and "locked in." Thus, when things got reshuffled, they had to work backwards from there and had CX-2 use his black rifle in the CX lab.

Admittedly, this is all complete speculation, but based on how several other things were handled in Season 3, I wouldn't be surprised if some fairly big items were changed last-minute.

OR

2. CX-2 is a petty bitch.

This is basically a headcanon, but it would fit with the little we know of his character:

For whatever reason, CX-2 has this weird rivalry with Crosshair. He actually engages him in conversation, which we've never really seen the CX clones do: "You had your chance to be one of us. You chose the wrong side"

Then takes note of him on Pabu: "And the clones she's with?" ... "Stay alert. I neutralized the other two clones with her, but not the third."

And, of course, he seems to take a great deal of pleasure in torturing Crosshair in the hangar fight: "You should be more careful with your shooting hand."

We don't see it, but evidently, Hemlock told the CX operatives to bring in the Bad Batch alive if possible so he could try turning them into CX operatives. But, despite that, CX-2 thought Hemlock wouldn't care if he chopped off Crosshair's shooting hand EVEN THOUGH HE IS A SNIPER!!!

(Yes, I know they have robot hands and stuff, but I can't imagine Hemlock was thrilled to see that his operatives had just needlessly chopped off Crosshair's shooting hand, which not only de-valued him as a potential operative but maybe also endangered his life??? "Last time we met, you'd just lost a member of your squad, and it appears history may repeat itself.")

Anyway, what I'm saying is CX-2 saw Crosshair in that hangar and said, "This shit is personal." He was out for blood, quite literally.

So, considering that Crosshair's rifle was nearby when they defeated him, and considering it's the same type of rifle we see CX-2 using in the CX lab when he dies, I wouldn't be surprised if he took Crosshair's rifle as a trophy.

Meaning that when Hunter kills CX-2 and picks up the black rifle and gives it to Crosshair for the final confrontation with Hemlock, Crosshair is actually using his own gun.

Granted, this would mean that CX-2 had to go back to the hangar or wherever to grab Crosshair's rifle, because no one seems to have it on them when Echo sees the defeated Bad Batch in the hallway. But, I just can't find a logical reason for CX-2 to suddenly have the black rifle in the CX lab when he's been using the brown one just fine the last two or three times we've seen him.

Even if the black rifle is better at mid- or close-range shooting -- which doesn't seem to be the case because it's the one Crosshair "Best Sniper in the GAR" BadBatch uses -- I imagine he could still use the brown one's base model just fine, just like he does with the black one's base model.

It really makes sense to me that he stole Crosshair's rifle and kept it as a trophy.

Maybe the black model is somehow better than the brown one, and he was pissed that Crosshair made him lose his black one on Teth so he returned the favor.

Other than weirdness with the animation/production process (which isn't impossible) that's the best explanation I have.

So, feel free to accept this headcanon for yourselves. I just wanted to throw it out there because it's been bothering me all day! Let me know if y'all have any thoughts on this, because I'd love to hear what other people think about all this...

[leashybebes]

Idk, maybe it is a little odd but "♟: Patching up a wound", if you want :)

may i offer you a little superhero au in these trying times? don't blame me, blame lou's goddamn superman jawline

"Buck, I'm sending someone to your apartment," Athena says, with no preamble.

"Uh…what? Who?"

"Don't ask questions. He needs stitches."

"He needs stitches? Shouldn't you send him to Hen or Chim or - or a hospital?"

"What did I just say about asking questions? Hen and Chimney aren't options. He should be with you in fifteen minutes. He'll have equipment, but get your first aid kit just in case."

"Wait, Athena - "

"Bye, Buck."

The night is as dark and quiet as it ever gets in downtown LA. Buck paces up and down the loft a couple of times, never straying far from the front door. Which is why he doesn't hear anything to give him any warning before there's a single, loud thump from the balcony, followed by a groan that's audible even through the closed glass.

By the time he gets to the door, a figure is pulling itself to its feet, using Buck's outdoor furniture for help.

What the fuck, Buck thinks, but opens the door anyway.

"Athena send you?" he checks.

"A lot of men fall from the roof onto your balcony?" A deep voice asks, sounding pained. What the hell has Athena gotten him into?

"Fair," Buck says, and hurries to get one shoulder under the guy's arm, hauling him further upright and helping him stagger inside.

In the light of the loft, he can see that the guy has some kind of cowl covering most of his face, just a strong jaw where a bruise is starting to blossom and a cleft chin and a pair of pink lips set into a firm line. The cowl is the same dark blue as the rest of his outfit which is some kind of…jumpsuit maybe, with flashes of silver at the wrists and - hooooooly shit.

"Holy shit," Buck breathes, unable to help himself. "You're The Pilot!"

"No autographs, kid."

"Athena hates you!"

"Sergeant Grant and I have a complicated professional relationship," The Pilot says, while Buck bites back approximately a million questions. "She said you would be able to help."

"I mean - I haven't actually given anyone stitches before," Buck admits. "But I've watched Hen and Chim - I work with them, they're paramedics - I've watched them do it like a hundred times. I don't know why Athena didn't send you to one of them…" he says, fishing a little.

"Long story," The Pilot says, and Buck helps him get seated on one of the kitchen stools. "You were closer."

"Okay," Buck says. "What's the damage?"

"Knife got through a couple of plates in the suit."

"Wait, this thing is armor plated? That's so cool!"

"Glad you approve. Here." The Pilot pulls at a previously invisible join in his suit, revealing a long gash across his ribs. It's bleeding sluggishly, not too deep, but the skin around it is angrily red.

"That might get infected," Buck says, chewing his lip.

"Need you to clean it. Please."

"Okay," Buck says. "Do you want some water?"

"That…would be great, actually."

He drinks from the glass of water Buck hands him while Buck works on cleaning the wound. He tries his best to be gentle but the guy doesn't even flinch. Which, of course he doesn't. He's a literal superhero. There is a literal superhero in Buck's loft and he can't help it anymore.

"I've seen you before," he says. "On scenes. I'm a firefighter."

"I know."

"Athena, right, of course." Buck washes his hands again and gets what he needs from the first aid kit.

"Before we get started, can I ask you a question?"

The Pilot shrugs. "You can ask."

Buck takes a deep breath. "Where do you get your suits? And why do you do this? And can you really fly? And what's your real name?"

Through the gap in the cowl, pretty blue eyes blink at him. "That wasn't a question. I can't tell you where I get the suits or what my real name is. I can fly light aircraft and helicopters but I can't fly fly. And I do this because people need help, and I can help."

"That's so cool. My name's Evan Buckley, by the way."

"Hi, Evan Buckley." The Pilot's lips curve into a smile for the first time. "Great to meet you. Now can you stitch me up before I bleed on your floor?"

[mephistopheleswasrobbed]

GMMTV 2025 Riding the Wave first thoughts

We have 15 or 16 BLs, 2 GLs, one mixed het and BL and 1!!! het series. GMMTV really said we don't give a shit about straight people anymore and I'm so here for it.

Dare You to Death: Messy teen slasher meets murder mystery BL. Feels a little bit like two stories mushed together in the pilot trailer but very interesting concept. I'm quite neutral about JoongDunk but the story looks fun. Will almost certainly be watching.

Head 2 Head: Bad Buddy with fashion design students who are also car racers and one of them has visions of the future? There's a lot happening but tbh none of it really caught my attention. Haven't seen SkyKeen before and JavaSurf are new so I have zero opinions on them. I'll wait for the official trailer to make a decision about this one.

Burnout Syndrome: Love triangle kinda but make it serious. Directed by Nuchy, looks a bit darker and mature. OffGun + Dew as second lead looks intriguing especially because there seemed to be more romance shown between Dew and Gun than Off and Gun. This will probably be good. Not necessarily hyped but will definitely watch.

I Love "A Lot Of" You: The only exclusive BG show in this lineup about a guy trying to make all 5 personalities of a girl fall in love with him. Nanon and Mind of 4Eve. Looks very good actually. But it's a straight romance and so far I haven't seen anything that would make me watch anyway. Will probably not watch.

Whale Store xoxo: Down on her luck grocery store owner meets manic pixie dream girl errand girl. Happy for MilkLove to have graduated from school, MewnichJune with history looks promising. Not necessarily hyped but will definitely watch.

Only Friends: Dream On: Season 2 of Only Friends, this time centered around a theatre production. EarthMix as exes, JossGawin and OhmLeng. This is all I ever wanted. I'm so here for this. I would watch anything with EarthMix without hesitation but this has me extremely hyped. Will definitely watch.

That Summer: Troublemaker meets amnesiac prince in seaside setting. Neutral about WinnySatang, looking forward to NeoMint, hyped about MondRyu. Looks good but doesn't really catch me. Will probably be watching for Mond in a BL role finally.

My Romance Scammer: Two rich boys marrying scammers. They are making full use of marriage equality already. JuniorMark look good, Gmmtv went for OhmFluke and it's hilarious, they also look good. Looks like fun. Will almost certainly be watching.

Melody of Secrets: Mystery with murders and unreliable memories. Gives Hannibal vibes a little. (Which doesn't really work in its favour because Hannibal is on another level) Not a ForceBook fan but the plot seems interesting. Will wait for official trailer but probably watch for the fandom speculation.

Love You Teacher: Elementary school teacher who hates kids has to care for his amnesiac, age-regressed partner. Directed by Dome. Looks very fun. PearthSanta look good. They're gonna have to walk a fine line here with the whole age regression thing but I trust in Dome. Will be watching.

MU-TE-LUV: 7 Stories centered around Thai supersticious activity. Too many people in this for me to list. Will wait to see how much the stories are intertwined or if they're all separate from each other. Looks like fun. Definitely seated for the Fluke, Lego, Yacht, Neo story, the two BL stories didn't really catch my attention, some of the straight ones seemed more interesting. Will wait for official trailer for anything except the FLYN part which I'm super excited for.

Cat for Cash: Debt collector can understand cats, helps new owner to manage cat cafe. Family drama happens. I like FirstKhao but tbh the trailer bored me a little. (Pls don't kill me FK stans). Will wait for official trailer, might binge after it's done.

Girl Rules: Jojo directing basically Only Friends lesbian edition. Although mostly MilkLove and NamtanFilm seem to be mixed up, ViewMim seem to be doing their own thing. Gmmtv turning up the heat on the GL side. This looks very fun, I'm here for it. Will watch.

Boys in Love: Three high school couples and some gay teachers to round it out. Don't know any of these kids and tbh didn't even realise until the end that there were three couples. Looks like a nice high school BL, but I'm probably too old for this. Will probably watch for Podd and Papang.

My Magic Prophecy: Doctor x fortune teller with some mystery and escaping to the country side. JimmySea romance storyline didn't really catch me but the mystery plot seems interesting. 2 seconds of TeeFranc look intriguing. Will wait for official trailer but will probably watch for the mystery.

A Dog and a Plane: Scruffy first responder x prim flight attendant who's getting cheated on by his pilot boyfriend. This looks extremely fun. TayNew and MarcPoom has me seated. Jojo directing again. Second most hyped show for me. Will definitely watch.

Me and Thee: Teaching an out of touch mafia boss how to court someone. Looks like a lot of fun. PondPhuwin seem to alternate between uni and mafia, good for them. Directed by X. Will almost definitely be watching.

Wu: Probably BL but could also be bromance, the Pilot wasn't definitive but from the discussion afterwards I'm leaning towards BL. Either way, down on his luck athlete fated to protect supernatural fortune teller kinda guy. This story seems to be in its early developement stage still but SkyNani/NaniSky has my full attention and what we've seen of the concept so far looks very promising. Looking forward to this. Will be watching.

Memoir of Rati: Period BL, translator of French diplomats falls in love with some sort of nobleman. IFYLITA vibes. GreatInn are a perfect fit for a period BL. AouBoom look promising as well. Personally not a big period drama enjoyer but this looks very good. Will almost definitely be watching.

Ticket to Heaven: Return of Aof, based on real events, slight period + heavy christianity. Aof is angling for his next award with this one. Looks very good, more queer cinema than BL. Not the biggest fan of GeminiFourth but they're talented and this will be really good probably. Have to watch it for my ultimate bias Aof, anyway. Will be watching.

Overall thoughts: 16 out of 20 BL is crazy, so much for the fear that Gmmtv will switch to focus on bromance. Would have liked some more GL but what we're getting looks good. In general this lineup has me very excited. There's not a single pilot that made me instantly say "Nope" this time. Even the one single straight show which I'll probably skip, looks very good. We're getting a good variety of genres and moods as well. Also not a single remake afaict.

The new BL trend for 2025 seems to be superstition and mystery. I'm very happy with that.

All shows in order of my hypedness:

Extremely hyped:

Only Friends: Dream On

A Dog and a Plane

Excited:

Girl Rules

Wu

Me and Thee

Love You Teacher

Not really excited but looking forward to because it will most likely be good:

Burnout Syndrome

Ticket to Heaven

Memoir of Roti

This will be fun:

Dare You to Death

MU-TE-LUV (this is an average, only FLYN would be a lot higher, the rest without them would be lower)

My Romance Scammer

Whale Store xoxo

That Summer

Looks interesting enough:

Boys in Love

Melody of Secrets

My Magic Prophecy

Cat for Cash

Head 2 Head

I'm happy for the het show enjoyers because this looks really good but I don't really care:

I Love "A Lot Of" You

[astoopidfool]

Prompt for distraction: Tommy finding out firsthand about Buck being a bug boy 🐛🪲

So, I totally got distracted by other things at the work meeting ,so I didn't get to this, but I still want to answer it because I appreciate you sending it. Here is Tommy finding out his boyfriend is a total bug dweeb.

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They'd gone out for lunch at a small bistro not far from Evan's new place. Tommy had a shift that started late that evening, and since they'd gotten back together, he didn't want to spend more time apart than they had to, so he'd invited Evan out, knowing he had the next two days off.

They'd eaten outside on the patio, the day was beyond beautiful, and the whole time, Evan had held his hand, playing with his pinky finger like it was fidget toy. He seemed to give zero shits who saw and it healed a part of Tommy. It still stung sometimes when he thought about their first date and the way Evan had tried, but failed, to act like a straight dude doing straight dude things.

He'd babbled on and on about everything and nothing, and Tommy sat there, listening, with a grin on his face; hardly speaking, mostly taking small bites of his sandwich and nodding in all of the right places. There was nothing more amazing to him than watching the man he was coming to love light up as he gushed about his favorite things.

Much like he was doing right now. After they'd finished eating, Evan had asked to take a walk to let their stomachs settle and digest, and Tommy readily agreed. He didn't want to go sit alone at home until it was time to leave for his shift, anyway.

They'd found a trail near a park and were making their way around it. Slowly. With Evan's legs they could've easily covered the park in half the amount of time but every few steps, Evan would pull him to a stop and point excitedly at something either on the trail, or in the grass, or on a tree.

"Tommy!" He'd stopped again, pulling the pilot down into a crouch, to point at a blag, many legged creature toddling towards the grass. "Look. It's a centipede. Did you know that they don't actually have a hundred legs? Not only that but they're actually carnivorous and they have venom in their pincers that they use to paralyze their prey."

"Hm. No, I didn't know that. Now I have even more reasons to squeal like a pig when I see one." Tommy muttered, attempting to crab walk a few steps back from the black bug. Evan snorted at him, turning his head to throw a little smirk his way, then stood, beginning their trek once more.

A few hundred meters later, Tommy was pulled to the side of the trail yet again, his hand clasped tightly in his boyfriends. "Wow, a stick bug."

"C'mon, Evan, that's not a real thing." Tommy scoffed, raising an eyebrow as he stared at the tree trunk, seeing nothing but... tree.

Evan frowned at him and pointed at a specific location. "It is. Look." Tommy squinted. He still couldn't see anything but he wanted to make it around this pond before tomorrow so he just nodded his head sagely. "They're super interesting because they're able to regenerate limbs. They also don't have to have a male to reproduce so they could be called asexual."

"Very cool." Tommy replied, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Evan's cheek. Shaking his hand gently from his boyfriend's grip, earning him a pout and a grumble, he wrapped it around Evan's waist and pulled him close. Evan leaned into him as he continued going on about the strange bug that Tommy couldn't actually see.

Tommy didn't always understand his boyfriends interests; in fact most of the time he didn't really understand what his brain went on about. But, in the end, there was no denying that Evan's wild brain was one of the things that Tommy loved about him most.

Even if it meant having to stop and stare at gross ass bugs.

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I'm not sure if this is what you intended for this or not but. Here you go. Thanks for the ask, love. <3