#I know this is bare bones BUT the bb is making me insane

[jackinalex]

[bella-rose29]

episode 4 commentary - Sweet Dreams

warnings: swearing, once again barely any of this is proper commentary it's just me calling everyone pretty and simping over their hands and arms, SPOILERS FOR THE SHOW AND BOOKS, when I have multiple of the same letter in a row (so like AAAAA) I have to press the key every single time (fun) so... idk why it's a warning but I felt like you just needed to know how excited I got

that's a funky headboard

omg I want her jumper

LOCKWOOD WITH THE ALICE IN WONDERLAND REFERENCE

that toast would have scared the shit out of me too Lucy dw

angry

concerned bbs

"we were not 'rescued'" and "stuck up mediocrities" will forever be iconic

"he lacks respect"

this whole scene always makes me laugh tbh

so many good quotes

"you take the lie, and you take Kipps' face and put them together--"

"and you just wanna watch him... die"

"please tell me there's tea" mood AND THEN HE'S THE ONE MAKING TEA

concerned bbs again

"you're just not rude enough to her, George"

the way he appears round that door 😭

FUCK OFF JOPLIN

hand

I will not be discussing the sound I made at lockwood sat in the chair after passing on the business card

Georgie no

spiky shoes

my dried mango I'm eating is so good

"pre-pleb?"

lockwood's so pretty omg

so is lucy

hmmmmmmmmmm lockwood

^^^

why does his mouth not move

also why was that hot

rainy taxi

hand

George looks so excited talking about the black market I love him

hand

George I love you

lockwood could your ego get any bigger (but also hehehe)

"proper honest blokes, real salt of the earth"

"you've never even spoken to them"

*pause* "yeah well they're a bit scary"

"go write a poem about it!" George you beautiful human being

showman speech! showman speech!

hand

BOBBY I CANT HEAR ANYTHING BUT BESHPOKELY NOW

"you will have my undivided attention" gbsgsukrhgosuruhgksh I would melt and then evaporate when he smiled

"no backbone this generation!"

"I am not filling out more forms" mood

he's so pretttyyyyyyyyy

NOT THE CAMERA SPINNING AROUND LIKE THE BONE GLASS

woo they have chains now!

lockwood is so angry

"it knows you're there" oh very comforting

bzzzzzzzzzzzz

JOPLIN GO AWAY

omg Lucy nooo

hehehe it's her bestie

touching locklyle moment of: "Luce, what's going on? are you okay?"

*George in the background* "WhERe'S mY LiGht?"

bestieeee

yeah well don't open it

"stand by" lockwood honey she's not in any state of mind to deal with this

Georgie nooooo

idk if it's a thing but the fact that lockwood was the only seemingly unaffected??? Lucy obviously has Listening, and George can do some of the Touch stuff, so does that mean they're more susceptible to psychic emotions? George had the nausea and Lucy had the headache and all the rest of it but lockwood was fine? idk

"all someone had to do was apply themselves!" iconic

DON'T FEEL EXCITED BITCH

GEORGIE NOOO

whoops

bit dusty now

BADASS BITCH MOMENTTTTTTT

THROW THAT RAPIER!!!!

heavily breathing lockwood 👀

hehehe bestieeee

already trying to get out lolllllll

oh no the boys are fighting :(

"you'd never bollock her like this would you"

tired-of-this-lockwood is one of my favourites I think

"iS iT tALkInG tO yOu nOw?"

oops

don't talk about the room

"clinically insane-" "really FUCKING powerful" I love them

"you gave her a free pass just 'cause you like the way she looks at you" ok 1) DUDE SAID THAT WITH LUCY IN THE ROOM I LOVE HIM and 2) honestly I am lockwood bc I too would give her a free pass if Lucy looked at me like 😍 (or even if she just looked at me tbh)

"I don't know what you're talking about" "yeah sure" I AM GEORGE IN THIS SITUATION

boy's angry

"why, 'cause you can't handle being my Tom Rotwell?" OOOO WHAT A BLOW TO THE EGO

THE MICROEXPRESSSIONS S SIESR0[HORUSHGOSRUHGOA CAMERON CHAPMAN THE MAN YOU AREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

sorry can you tell I love that bit

aw Georgie nooo

lanky boy

I WANNA GIVE HIM A HUGGGG :((((

Georgie noooo

IS THAT MARY WATSON

is that a FQD I see?

hehehe he's so silly

"he was a massive prick to me just now" he deserved that

awkward teens hehehe

SJRHGIUSRHGOURHSOUGHSEORIGJORS THIS SCENENEEEEEEE

TENDING TO WOUNDSSSSSSSSSSDSDIUSGHESIUHGOSUR H

"the real reason you might be here is to shine it on somebody else" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

WHY AM I TEARING UP (I think it's the hormones actually)

HE IS SO BAD AT NOT LOOKING AT HER LIPS (me too)

his smileeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

WHY AM I CRYING

WTF

HE LOOKED AT HER LIPS AGAIN

NOW THEY'RE TENDERLY HOLDING HANDS

NOT THE PINKY FINGER

NOT HIM LOOKING AT HER LIPS FOR THE THIRD TIME

omg the awkwardness after they sat in silence staring at each other and holding hands

ok but the fact they cut to george's room but showed it through the mirror on his wardrobe???????? omggggg deep analysis of when mirrors are used here we come

he's so pretty

peekaboo

not the biscuit 😭

"do not cross" *crosses*

he looks like a guilty child

he sounds like one too

"absolutely by the book" sure...

BOBBYYYYYYYY

heavily breathing lockwood hmmmmmmm

I'm sorry I can't take bobby Vernon seriously bc I just think of bobby (who isn't that small) and I laugh

I've had to pause it which is a problem bc it's gonna take me a while to get through this 😭

he's so smug omg 😭

"there you go, sir" with as much smugness as possible

screeching like a parrot at bobby's laugh

I actually can't stop laughing this is ridiculous

"yes, I do, actually" YOU SHOW THEM GEORGIE

"you sure you do?" "I know who that man is"

"this better be good Karim" *immediately aims his attack at bobby*

"they'll be glad of the work, but this is Phoenician" I AM A PROUD BESTIE JUST LIKE LOCKWOOD AND LUCY ARE IN THAT MOMENT

"bobby, just a hunch. something I read in a book, if you remember those" I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR

he's having so much fun being smarter than bobby Vernon and I love it

"thank you bobby, you've been a wonderful assistant"

*gets a shot of just him concluding his point like the DIs in death in paradise while looking awesome*

"shut up karim" "you thought it was a brewer!" ah, rivalry

lockwood looks so thin (like thinner than he normally does) he kinda looked like a cartoon I won't lie

barnes is so done

"shall we get hotdogs"

he's so smug

stop calling him irrelevant bestie

lucy's "oh for god's sake" in the background is me

"Quill Kipps, the walking appendix" ok 1) honey go to bed and 2) why was the way he said that kinda 👀🤭

lockwood seriously go to bed, your brain is clearly not functioning properly

"three less amateurs stumbling around" um kipps if you're going to insult them could you at least say fewer? (I'm a pedant just like lockwood)

"what the hell is he doing" "whatever the hell he wants" hehehe

[houseof-harry]

12 and come for me? With grayson ? love your writing!!!

Thank you bb!!!! I love you and appreciate you!

for friends with benefits sex

He led you by you hand through the hallways you had seen what feels like the millionth time. It was 2 am, so you were both trying to keep it quiet to no disturb Ethan. You knew the routine, you’d been doing it with him for 8 months now.

You and Grayson had met through mutual friends, and the sexual tension was instant. You were both busy 20 year olds doing their best to make it in the world and had no interest in any type of serious relationship, so this was the agreement. Fuck each other whenever you wanted, hang out whenever you wanted, no feelings no strings.

When he gets you into his room, he shuts his door and pushes you against, his lips meeting the skin of your throat instantly. You lean your head back against the wood, relief washing over you. You’d missed his touch and it felt good to finally have him on you.

“Been thinking about you all day, baby. Been thinking about fucking you all day and it’s been driving me fucking insane,” he mumbles against your skin before sucking on your collar bone as your head rolls to your other shoulder in pleasure. Your hands dig into his biceps so that you can stay standing, although you’re sure his tight grip on your hips would do the job just fine.

“Yeah? Can’t stop thinking about my pussy?” You giggle, one of your hands moving up and into his hair to tug on the long curls.

“This pussy,” he grunts, bringing one of his hands to grip your center over your shorts, his fingers rubbing your clothed slit. You whine, bucking into his touch. His hand moves away all to soon, wrapping around you and gripping your ass. “And this fucking ass.”

You moan, the thought of what he’s gonna do to you fogging your thoughts. All of a sudden you can’t stand it, pushing him off you and forcing him towards the bed.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You huff out, pushing him down and straddling his lap. His hands fall onto your ass again, massaging it while encouraging the movement of your hips against his cock.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna fuck you so hard the only thing you remember is my name.” He flips you over so that you’re trapped under him, your thighs wrapped around your waist.

His words made you squirm, your hands gripping the sides of his face, bringing him down to kiss you. 

This was the first rule you and Grayson had broken in your agreement. When you first decided to sleep with one another, you thought kissing would make things too intimate and awkward. You guys made it less than 2 months before he couldn’t take it anymore.

Your lips mold together like they were made for each other, his tongue caressing yours softly. His kisses are intense, always managing to make you feel lightheaded in the best way possible.

He pulls away, sitting up on his knees, and moving your legs from his waist to spread them out on either side of him. “Need you naked, now.” He’s taking your shorts and panties off in one motion while you remove your shirt, revealing your braless top to him. Your clothes are discarded to the floor, his hands rubbing the soft skin of your inner thighs, as he leans back over you to kiss you again.

You bring your hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up so that he gets the message. He sits up, pulling it over his head before standing to remove his sweats as quickly as possible. You’re grateful he decided to go commando under them, because you needed him and you needed him now.

“Gray, please. Please fuck me,” you whine as he crawls over you again.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” He kisses you one last time before flipping you over so that your face was in the sheets and your ass was in the air. His hands rub over your cheeks, making your legs part a bit as you arch your back more to put on a bit of a show. “God I love this ass,” He groans before grabbing his dick to line himself up with you. He pushes in slowly, soaking up every moan that leaves your mouth as you feel him fill you up to the hilt.

This was the second rule you guys had broken. You used condoms for about 4 months before Grayson couldn’t stand it and you both got tested. He was grateful you were already on birth control and was fucking you the minute you both got your results.

You moved your hips against his to get any type of movement, your walls fluttering around him. “Fuck, Y/N.”

All of a sudden he grips your waist, his hips pulling back and quickly going back in. Soon he was fucking you, hard. The sound of his balls slapping your skin was definitely loud enough for Ethan to hear but neither of you could care enough to change what you were doing.

You’re gripping the sheets in order to ground yourself, your eyes squeezed shut, your breaths stuttering out of you. No one had ever fucked you like Grayson did, he made you feel so good you’d cry sometimes.

You feel one of his hands slide over the skin of your ass, gripping the flesh there tightly before he rubbed his thumb over your tighter hole.

That was the third rule you had broken. You both agreed to keep things pretty vanilla, because the kinkier it got, the more intimacy and trust was required. That lasted about five months, but your kinks slowly started coming out. He loved the feeling of your small, previously untouched hole around his cock.

“Want my finger in your ass while I fuck you, baby?” He grunts, his hips never faltering.

“Yes Gray, please.”

He stops his movements for a moment, taking his cock out of you to shove his thumb around your slit to gather your wetness. Before you could complain, his dick was pushing back in you as his thumb pressed against the tight muscle. Soon, he was able to get it in and he was building back up to his previous rhythm and the added penetration was making you shake.

“Holy shit Gray,” you mumble against the sheets, your hand moving to rub your clit to fuel the fire building in the pit of your stomach.

“Good baby? You like it?” His voice falters and you can tell he’s close.

“Fuck daddy, it’s so good, you always give it to me so good. No one does it better than you.” Your, thoughts are foggy and you barely even know what you’re saying before you say it.

This seems to bring him to the edge, but he’s determined to get you off first. “Come for me, Y/N. Come around cock, pretty girl.”

His words are enough to encourage your orgasm and your thighs are shaking as you moan loudly. You stop rubbing your clit, but he continues his movements until his own release. His cum paints your walls as you squeeze around him.

He removes his thumb from you before slowly pulling out, holding you in place by the backs of your thighs. He leans down, watching his cum slowly come out of you. “Push it out.”

You comply without question, feeling it drip down to your thighs.

That was the fourth rule he’d broken. No cumming inside of you. Even though you were on birth control, you were still paranoid. But one night last week, you’d finally given him permission to do it once he showed you porn where the guy came in the girl and it turned you on more than you expected.

That only left one more rule left unbroken. No. Feelings. Absolutely no romantic feelings. Little did you know, he’d broken that rule at around month 5, but he’s kept it to himself because he didn’t want to lose you. 

Unbeknownst to him, you’d also broken that rule. And every time you saw each other you would fall harder for each other. The question is, whose going to break first?

Part 2!

Send me a prompt!

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@serrj215 asked:  Happy Smutsgiving Requesting BBrae catagory 4 #4, just to twist it a bit BB asking.  If you have time.

Alas, I owe you smut. But I promise that I will get to achingly soft smut with tender hands and heady kisses

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“I’m sorry… what?”

The tone of her voice splintered down his spine, and Gar ran a hand down his face, half-tempted to bury his shame in her pillow. He just wished there was a way he could ask her for this without sounding like he was trying to broker some kind of transaction between them. It wasn’t… it wasn’t like that. He trusted Raven with his whole heart. Even though she tried to be cold and steely, she did genuinely care about her friends, and she cared about them. Through everything they had been through over the years, she had easily grown to be one of his best friends. And, while they sometimes got on each other’s nerves, they always made up, and he… 

…he loved her. 

Of course, he’d never tell her that. He valued his pride way too much to admit he loved her to her face. 

“It’s complicated.” Gar shifted and pitched forward on her bed, resting his arms on his knees as he stared at the floor. He stared at a single spot on the carpet, hoping maybe that would help focus his mind and hide his mortification from her sharp stare. “It’s… I…”

“Mating season. Yes, you mentioned that already.” Raven’s voice was oddly calm - like the final, far-off rumble of thunder after the storm had passed. She sighed and stepped back away from him, clicking her tongue. “You told me it’s mating season, and that you need to find someone to spend it with. You just failed to mention what I have to do with it.”

Gar winced and he finally lifted his eyes to her own. If he was going to ask her for this, he was going to do it facing her, and if it was awkward afterwards, then that was the price he would pay. He stood up and took a step towards her. “You’re the only person I want to spend it with.” 

“You said that too.” Raven crossed her arms over her chest, and he watched as heat crawled up her neck and stained her cheeks. She pursed her lips and met his stare, her voice never wavering. “I said, you failed to mention what I have to do with your mating season. You can stand here and tell me you want to spend the entirety of next week in bed with me, but you’re not exactly explaining why.” She paused and tilted her chin up. “And you still haven’t actually asked me my opinion, or whether or not I would consent to this. Or if I wanted it.”

Gar felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach and he blinked, suddenly feeling guilty for his selfishness. He’d spent all this time working through his guilt and shame to tell her what was happening, but he didn’t actually take a few moments to ask her how she felt about this. He was just so concerned with his own emotions, that he hadn’t stopped to think about how this would affect her. He rubbed at his forehead with the heel of his hand and glanced away, hoping he didn’t look at guilty as he felt.

“I’m sorry.” His voice felt swallowed by the weighted silence in the room, and he shifted. “I’ve been so worried about this, that I didn’t… I didn’t consider your own thoughts and feelings, Raven. That’s… that’s not how I wanted to explain this situation to you. I just wanted to be open and honest, and… it’s a hard and awkward conversation to have, you know?”

“Trust me, I know. Usually a conversation involves more than just one person.” Raven’s voice was heavy, but there was a tone of teasing hiding in the back. She let go of a short sigh and stepped forward again. “Let’s start from the beginning, Gar. Tell me what’s going on and what you need from me.”

“This isn’t my first mating season.” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked into her eyes. “Normally I just take some time away and jack off for a week straight. It would get me through, and no one would get hurt in the process.” He watched her face for any kind of disgust, but reading Raven was like reading a wall sometimes. Gar shifted and continued. “But… it’s not going to be enough this year. I can feel it. I can jack off all I want, but unless I actually…”

“Have sex?” Raven supplied, her voice still frustratingly even.

Gar groaned. Hearing her say it so clinically didn’t make this interaction any easier. “Right. Have sex with someone, I’m going to lose control of the Beast. Someone could get hurt, and I don’t want to be responsible for that. I don’t want someone to get hurt because I don’t want to get my dick wet.”

Raven’s lips twitched, and she lifted an eyebrow in question. “Don’t want to get your dick wet?”

Exasperation rose up inside Gar and he shook his head, ignoring the warning bells inside his own thoughts. He threw up his hands and sighed. “I always had this grand idea that my first time would be with someone I loved. I didn’t think… I didn’t think that my first time would be me trying to shut up this stupid animal who lives inside me.”

“So, you don’t love me?”

He jerked and looked into her face, eyes wide. Oh no. Did she know? How did she know? He had been so careful to never say anything that could be taken as some kind of love language. He’d tried so hard to keep it from her and he… he failed. How in the world did she find out? And how was he ever going to look at her the same again?

“Empath.” Raven tapped the side of her head and gave him a soft, sheepish look. She took a deep breath and lifted her eyes to the ceiling. “I’ve known for a while now… I just… I wanted you to tell me.” She paused and met his stare again. “It’s why I wanted you to ask me how I felt about all of this.” 

Gar swallowed hard, feeling like his heart was going to jump out of his chest "How do you feel about this?" 

He watched as her stare met his for the briefest of seconds before she looked away. She fidgeted for a long moment before finally responding. "I'm not… opposed to the idea." She shifted again. "It's one I had considered on several occasions."

Wait. What?

Considered on several occasions indicated that she had been thinking about this, and not just as a passing thought, but an actual consideration. What in the world did that mean? His heart tightened in his chest, and Gar swallowed, feeling like he was stumbling over his words. "You've thought about boning me?”

“Well…” Raven's expression fell and she looked away, her lips twitching in annoyance. "When you put it in such romantic terms how could I consider anything else? Be still my beating heart."

Gar hunched and dropped his head into his hands. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean it like that.” 

He ran his fingers through his hair and looked at her from beneath his lashes, watching the late afternoon sun filter in through the window, lighting her up in stark shadows and gentle beams. Gar took a slow breath and finally lifted his head, watching her. It was like… it was like the world was a different place when she was around him, and he wanted to be a part of that world. The one she lived in… the world where she knew he loved her, and wasn’t afraid. 

“I just…”

“I… have feelings for you too, Gar.” Her words were barely above a whisper, swallowed up by the dust motes in the room. He met her stare and felt like her eyes were nothing but shadows, trembling and but somehow eager for something they both wanted. She stepped forward and seemed to steel her own emotions, as if she was trying to keep herself together. “You may drive me absolutely insane half the time, but you’re kind and loyal, and you’ve never given up on me. Even when I tried to push you away, or hurt you, or just… or just wanted to disappear. You’ve always been here for me, and…” She chewed on her lower lip and shifted. “And I want to be a part of your life.”

Gar swallowed, feeling like his world was somehow different, and he just stood there and let her say all the things that had been building up inside them. He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to him. She was trembling, and he wanted to wrap her in his arms and hold her forever. He wanted… he wanted her forever. 

“So… if you want your first time to be with me… I want me first time to be with you.” She tilted her head up and met him with a half smile, a soft chuckle escaping. “Even if you’re a little tactless about asking me.”   

She lifted herself up on her tip-toes and pressed a soft kiss to his lower lip, and the only thing Gar could remember, is how his heart exploded in his chest. 

[kalypsichor]

Puppy Love (1/?) [ finn x poe, modern au ]

summary:  “Hey, Finn. How, ah, how are you?” Finn snorts. “Just great. And you?” Rey opens her mouth to respond, but her jacket starts wiggling. A nose pops out of the top of her jacket collar, quickly followed by a pointed snout, and, to Finn’s dismay, a corgi jumps out of her coat and onto the carpet. Finn stares at the animal, then at Rey, then back. He blinks to make sure that he’s not hallucinating. “That… doesn’t look like General Tsao’s chicken.”

prompt: nope warnings: like... one swear word

I legit wrote this a year ago and then forgot about it so I’m posting it here to give me motivation to write more. Also this gif... it’s too much...

The moment Rey arrives back at their apartment, Finn knows something’s off. 

For one, she’s utterly too quiet. As Finn watches from the beaten-up couch in their living room-slash-kitchen, Rey actually lines her shoes up at the door instead of haphazardly discarding them somewhere as she usually does, much to Finn’s usual chagrin. And— Finn checks the numbers blinking back at him from the digital clock across the room— it’s a quarter past ten. His friend should have been back from the restaurant an hour ago. He waits until she’s halfway to their shared bedroom before he reaches over and flicks on the tall lamp.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

It’s too dramatic for Finn not to find the whole situation hilarious. With his body directly in front of the light, he can only imagine how it casts a shadow on his face. Finn has to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from laughing. The startled look on Rey’s face is priceless. God, what he would give to have captured it on camera. However, the yip that comes from her direction is all too high pitched to be hers.

“Hey, Finn. How, ah, how are you?”

Finn snorts. “Just great. And you?”

Rey opens her mouth to respond, but her jacket starts wiggling. A nose pops out of the top of her jacket collar, quickly followed by a pointed snout, and, to Finn’s dismay, a corgi jumps out of her coat and onto the carpet.

Finn stares at the animal, then at Rey, then back. He blinks to make sure that he’s not hallucinating.

“That… doesn’t look like General Tsao’s chicken.” The dog waddles over to where Finn is perched and sniffs at his foot. “Unless, of course, you’re planning on skinning that thing and eating it for dinner, but I’ve gotta say, dogs don’t contain a lot of protein.”

“No, Finn, god! I— well, the pound was going to take her away, and this man was trying to put her in the van, and she looked so miserable, and Finn,” Rey crosses the room and kneels down to stroke its fur, “she probably would’ve been put down! You— you wouldn’t want BB to be put down, would you?” She cradles the dog in her arms, and her puppy eyes combined with the actual puppy’s eyes strike something in Finn, who sighs and reaches down to let the dog smell his fingers.

“BB, huh?”

“It’s on her collar.” And sure enough, the letters are carved into a small, silver bone-shaped tag. Finn flips it over to reveal a blank side.

“Huh. No address,” he murmurs. She starts licking his hand, and he can’t help but smile softly at BB. Then, remembering the utter insanity of having a dog in their apartment, Finn straightens up to look at Rey, who watches him carefully. “I don't know about this. I mean, our place is so small, and we can barely afford it as it is.”

But Rey is smiling that smile of hers because she knows that the dog’s got Finn wrapped around her pinky toe bean, and he can’t even muster up enough anger to give her a vaguely threatening glower.

“Yes!” Rey jumps up, and her pure joy lights up the entire room. “Yes, oh thank you Finn, we can go out and buy her a bed and everything tomorrow, and she can sleep in my room, and we’ll potty train her too!” She ignores Finn’s protest of “I haven’t even agreed yet!” and dances around the furniture, cheering all the while. BB barks, wagging her tail, and joins Rey in her celebration.

Finn can only chuckle as he watches them. The dog is pretty damn cute. They’ll figure something out. BB can stay here until her previous owner comes looking for her. Although, Finn thinks as BB starts chasing her own tail, what kind of idiot would lose his dog?

[dontshootmespence]

Laughter in the Rain

A/N: An Emily x Reader where they are dancing in the rain, because who doesn’t want to dance in the rain with Emily. Short and sweet, I guess. :D

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The soft pitter patter of the rain outside the restaurant turned into sheets just as you and Emily paid your tab and left the restaurant, leaving you to run to the car as quickly as you could and avoid getting soaked in the process. By the time you opened the doors, both you and Emily were covered in thin sheen of water. “Maybe it’ll dry by the time we get home,” she laughed, turning the heat on full blast as you pulled out of the parking lot. 

“I tend to doubt it,” you replied.

The drive home took longer than expected because the rain had limited your visibility - you were barely able to see five feet in front of you. It didn’t matter though. As long as you were with Emily, everything was fine. Eventually you did make it back home, but it was still pouring, so you decided to wait a few minutes to see if the rain would let up. “I’m pretty sure it’s gonna go like this for the rest of the night,” you laughed. “Why don’t we just go out?”

“But we’re gonna get soaked.” Emily hated getting rained on. You didn’t though. You kind of loved it really. Especially when you could immediately go inside and get changed. 

“Exactly, it’s inevitable, so why don’t we just get out of the car and dance in the rain in the middle of the street. You and me. It can be romantic.” Emily looked at you like you were insane. 

She lifted her hood up over her head and at first you thought she was getting ready to just go with it, but she wasn’t. “I’m not dancing in the rain!”

“Why not?” You whined, knowing it would make her laugh.

Emily smiled, leaning over to place a kiss on your lips. “Because I’m not getting wet and you can’t even dance.”

“But that’s what makes it fun!” Without another word, you jumped out of the car and ran into the middle of the street, hopping up and down. In seconds, you were soaked to the bone, but it was fun. You kicked the water up with your boots, laughing as the rain saturated your skin. Behind the car window, Emily was laughing at your absurdity and finally she decided to join you, because fuck it, the rain wasn’t going anywhere.

Peeling off your coat, you threw it on top of the car and grabbed Emily by the hands, pulling her toward you and wrapping your arms around her neck. “See now isn’t this fun?”

Emily’s eyes softened and her stiffened muscles slacked in your embrace. “Yea, it kind of is. I guess you just bring out the wild child in me.” The rain never let up, and no one else was crazy enough to be out on the road, so you had the streets to yourself. It was so much fun to run around like crazy people and not care about anything, even the clothes sticking to your skin.

Eventually, you both tired out, but you didn’t want to go inside either. “Come here, baby,” you said over the roaring sheets of rain. In the midst of it all, she melded herself to you and despite the noise started swaying back and forth gently as if the softest of music was guiding you. “Thank you, love.”

“For what?” She asked, pressing her lips to your as the rain water ran over you both. You were soaked to the skin and getting colder by the second, but her kiss heated you from the inside out. 

Minutes passed, water spilling off your eyelashes and into your mouths as teeth and lips clashed amidst the storm. “For indulging my little dance fest,” you giggled. “It’s been fun.”

“I have to admit it has,” she laughed. “Even though you can’t dance.”

As if to prove her point, you pulled away and started doing the cheesiest dance moves you could think of. “But now I’m freezing. You wanna go inside?”

“Yes please!” Emily shivered as she grabbed your jacket and put her hand around your waist. “And maybe when we dry off you can get me all wet again.”

You snorted as you made your way up the stairs. Without the rain as your music, there was nothing flooding your ears but the sweet sounds of her suggestive laughter. “I would definitely enjoy that.”

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Spiffy

BB Fanfic Jam prompts 3 and 19; gold polish, and unwanted gift, featuring angry son and cyberdad.

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K’ jabbed the opening panel for Maxima’s room, stalking in the moment the doors whooshed open. His usual scowl looked three times as sour. “What the hell is that crap on my bed?”

“Welcome back, partner,” Maxima greeted drily. He didn’t look up from the buffer he was running over one of his arms. An arm that wasn’t dark and threaded with luminescent blue like usual, but instead white with gold plating that was unnecessarily ornate. K’ stared. “Like the new body? The Doc just finished it up today.”

“… No kidding.” How old man Makishima managed to build his sideburned friend so many spare bodies so quickly, yet still as seamless and advanced as the original, was a marvel. “You still haven’t answered my question though.”

“Mission I’ve been coordinating with Miss Valeria for some time now.” Maxima sent him a brief apologetic look for having kept him out of the loop before returning to his polishing. “An undercover op to investigate some sleazebag in the LLC we suspect is playing a role in keeping some unsavoury element or another well-funded.”

K’s right fist clenched. Sparks flared and danced between his knuckles for the briefest of moments, mirroring the flash of anger he felt. “You mean NESTS.”

A shrug. “Or Rendain. Maybe both. It’s our job to find out, in any case.” Maxima gave the polished gold and white plating of his brand new chassis a once-over in search of imperfections. Apparently satisfied with his work, he put the buffer onto the bedside table then pushed off his bed with a loud creak. “Which reminds me… we head out in a couple of hours. So get cleaned up and dressed.”

Immediate indignation met this statement. “You can’t be serious… I’m not wearing that stuff.”

A shrug. “You’re gonna have to, Dash-man. Both of us are expected to be there; Valkyrie’s orders. And she’s picking us up herself, so don’t think you can weasel your way out of this.”

K’ swore. Kicked his boot against the door frame in frustration. “How am I supposed to fight in a tux, huh? Did you idiots consider that?”

Maxima tried his best not to snort at the temper tantrum. He succeeded. Barely. But he couldn’t quite stop a crooked grin from forming. “Ideally, you won’t. Because as I said before, this is an undercover op. We’re there to nose around discreetly for evidence while mingling with the insanely rich masses, not storm in and break their bones.”

K’s tsk of annoyance spoke volumes of how he wished it was the other way around. “What about my gauntlet?” He thrust his fist up for inspection. The red plating was scuffed and dinged from constant use and numerous battles. Definitely not LLC-worthy, but it wasn’t as though he could take it off for extended periods of time. Not unless he wanted his flames going haywire and possibly turning on him; DNA splicing only worked so well for mystical flame powers that were never his to begin with, and hissed as much at him in his dreams. The gauntlet had to stay. If it couldn’t, then he wouldn’t be able to partake in this mission, as totally heartbreaking that would be for him.

“Ah, that’s the best part.” Maxima, smug smile in place, reached under the bed. When he emerged, he had plucked out a plain black case only slightly bigger than his gigantic metal hand. He flicked open the silver clasps on the case’s front and opened the lid for K’s inspection. Inside was a new gauntlet, it’s plating comprised solely of gold. “Doctor Makishima whipped this beauty up while he was working on my body. What do you think? Pretty cool, right?”

K’ took the case from Maxima’s hand with reluctance. He eyed with gaudy thing nestled within, with its unnecessary etchings and raised carvings, and pulled a face. “Thanks. I fucking hate it.”

Maxima’ eyes rolled towards the ceiling. “That’s shocking. Truly. Well, regardless of clashing aesthetics, it should function just as well as your regular gauntlet does. The gold will make it heavier though.”

“No shit.” K’ sighed, snapping the case of gaudy new gauntlet’s lid shut and flicking the clasps closed. He let it hang loosely from two hooked fingers. “Anything else?”

“Aside from making sure you dial back the grumpiness when we get to our destination, I think that about covers it.”

“Whatever.”

K’ turned on his heel, stalking away out the door and towards the bathroom. His boots clomped loudly through the otherwise quiet halls, transforming into the slap of bare feet when he paused by his room to pull the footwear off and chuck it by the door. While he was there, his sunglasses were pulled from the inside of his jacket and flicked at the bed. They skipped once, settling atop the unwanted, neatly-pressed, white and gold-trimmed gift Maxima had left laying atop his bed. K’s lip curled. He’d love nothing more than to torch the garments and collapse into bed. To tell the Valkyrie to blow off when she showed up and demanded to know why he wasn’t prepped for the mission. But she was his employer, and helping keep NESTS and the Ikari squad off his and Maxima’s backs, in addition to providing them with this ship, besides. It wouldn’t do to bite the hand that fed just because he was tireder and grouchier than usual after completing the bunch of other missions the woman had assigned him that day. Satisfying as it may be in the short term, it just wasn’t worth compromising the faint stability and safety Reyna had granted them.

K’ locked himself in the bathroom, setting the case on the sink to put the contents on later, after he’d showered. Leather was peeled away and chucked into the corner to wash at some later date before he set to the annoying task of removing his gauntlet. For something so breakable (when it came to his own flames, anyway), the thing was the biggest pain in the ass to get off. He dug his nails into the grooved bit around his wrist, probing until he found the deepest bit, then hissed curses under his breath and tugged until a soft click sounded. He groaned as the little needles of the failsafe system pricked him, shooting frigid liquid into his bloodstream that made him sag and clutch the sink for support so he didn’t collapse like a clump of wet noodles. Whatever the formula was, it did a fine job of dulling his flames just long enough to do things like shower, but he seriously wished it didn’t fill him with such bad fatigue. The Doc was constantly fiddling with it to remedy the problem, and it was already less severe than, and didn’t linger as long as, the original that NESTS had concocted… But there was still a long way to go; lots of kinks to iron out, yet.

K’ focused on his own breathing until the wooziness dropped to a more manageable level, straightened, then peeled the gauntlet away. He flexed his hand, taking a good long look at the appendage he rarely ever got to see. It was paler from lack of sun exposure, and covered in a patchwork of burn scars, most of which were old. The newest was mere months old, from when he and Maxima had fought and killed his own deranged clone during their mellpell escape from the Cartel. That had marked the first time in years he’d broken a gauntlet. The fresh punctures in his wrist were adorned with little beads of liquid ruby, which K’ thumbed away before stepping into the shower and letting a cascade of scalding water wash over him.

-

The Valkyrie’s arrival was unannounced. Yet the hover-limo she’d come in had been easy to pick out weaving through the asteroids and into their cargo bay. She emerged from the vehicle with her usual spikes and leather absent. In their place was a suit, a cap perched on her head, and the normally red-tipped crest dyed black and brushed smooth and flat over her right eye, hiding the telltale eyepatch tan. Maxima let out a low whistle.

“You look lovely, Miss Valeria.”

Reyna’s eye trailed up and down Maxima’s body in turn. Painted lips curved up into a coy grin, apparently liking what she saw. “You don’t look so bad yourself, big guy.”

“I’m gonna gag.”

The pair glanced towards the doorway, where K’ had just arrived. His hands were jammed in his pockets and a disgusted sneer had curled his lip in reaction to their mild flirting. Reyna chuckled, striding over with hands on hips to appraise his new getup.

“Well, well, kid… Don’t you clean up nice? Should tone down the scowl a little though. You wanna look haughty, not like you’re gonna gank everyone in the ballroom over a canapé.” She reached out, using her toes to close the height distance some, to push K’s messy fringe up and back, holding it flat against his scalp. A muscle under his eye ticked, and his fingers twitched like they wanted to come up and slap her hand away. Apparently sensing his tension, Reyna released the tuft of hair and stepped back out of his personal space. “I’d gel that back, if I were you. It’ll make you look less, quote-unquote, hobo-y.”

“There should’ve been some gel on your bed,” Maxima added helpfully.

“I’d really rather not.” K’ grumbled. “Can we just get going already?”

“Nuh uh.” Reyna shook her head. Reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a little round tub of gel. As though she’d known this would happen. She held it out at the kid. “You don’t get a say in this case. Got too much riding on this op’s success for shitty hair to throw a wrench into things.”

“My hair’s fine.”

“Any other day, sure. Whatever. But not now.” Reyna pushed the tub into his chest. “Now you can either put this in yourself, or I’ll get your babysitter to pin you down and apply it myself.”

K’ ground his teeth. Snatched the tub from her hand and stalked back towards the bathroom. On the way out of the cargo hold, he shot a glare over his shoulder, mostly directed at Maxima, who was smirking behind his fist. … Asshole. He was so jettisoning the big lug’s icecream stash out the airlock after this.

[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

The Great ATOG Reread; Grey part 7

I’m back.

Also, hi again @cinnamon-t

Chapter 20

Mike closes his eyes for a second. "I know how important what you two do is. So yes. I wouldn't change what I do with my life for a second, I know this is right. But still I . . . sometimes . . ." Blaine thinks about Kurt, and Kurt's conviction when it comes to clothing. Kurt never thinks that what he does when he's not a superhero is frivolous, he takes it as deadly seriously as he does when he's rescuing people. It's not just saving the flesh and bone that matters. People need lives worth living. People need lives that are valued and valuable, lives they want to live. For Mike and Blaine there will always be bodies to repair; it's Kurt and Tina who give those mended bodies lives worth going back to. "I know what you mean," Blaine murmurs, because sometimes when he sees the flush of creation on Kurt's face, sometimes under the pride he does think . . .

IT IS TIME FOR ARTIST COHEN-CHANG TO GO TO HER FIRST GALLERY! 

Also, it’s interesting that we got this small moment between Mike and Blaine. We knows Mike wanted to be an artist once. Ash has showed us that, even though he doesn’t regret it, he never chose to become a doctor.

But Blaine? He’s always been an almost physical therapist and there’s no “if” or “but” because he wants this. He chose this because of a traumatic experience, but for the first time he admits (to the reader) that he has considered art.

The actual show is really touching. Tina’s photos are very succesfull and both Kurt and Blaine get to see what they’ve achieved. 

Normally people vanish from his life after he helps them, ghosts. But here are all his ghosts again, warm-fleshed and alive, the centre of their own huge and busy lives, and he views his memory of them again through their own eyes now: a horrible thing that happened and then was done, and now they have the rest of their lives to get on with. And it feels so much better. So much better to know they're there, and he's not just shovelling continuously at the pile that only ever grows, it turns out that the rock he rolls up a hill every night actually scrapes a path to make things easier for the next person walking it. They're alive. They are happy ghosts living their lives. They are good ghosts, people he will never know but that's okay. They can know themselves. Their friends and family will know them still. They will not be cold lost things. Their own ghosts are not just dark things, there's the memory of someone there when they needed them the most, too.

Of course, shit happens.

First of all, we got ANOTHER anti-super thing. Jesus, why do people keep thinking that supers think they’re better than others because they have powers? Sure, there must be some kind of elitism, but that is not representive for all supers, same way Deaf elitism exists.

Second....

Well...

Fuck.

When I first read it, I thought it was lazy writing. Either introduce Sebastian in the beginning of the story, or don’t introduce him at all. Maybe it’s because before Grey, I always felt like an evil Sebastian in a later moment in the fic felt like ‘the last resort’, as if writers were stuck and thought; HEY, SEBASTIAN!

(or maybe it’s because I have done that once)

Back then, I didn’t know what was coming, but holy fuck the moment the big reveal happened, I said: “SHIT I TAKE IT BACK.”

Sebastian is yet another nod to the main story (first Jesse, then Schue, now this bag of dicks), and the main reason for problem 2, aka Blaine longing for some sense of normalcy.

By the way, I’ve added a problem no. 3 for Kurt. Like I said, as a reader you start to see the Ghost, Phalanx, Kurt, and Blaine as four different people, but Kurt takes it to a whole new level.

So, recap:

Blaine

Sidekick

Normalcy

Afraid of himself

Kurt

Losing grip

Normalcy/Blaine’s longing for that shit

The Ghost vs Kurt

He says, "I tripped." Tina looks across at him. Blaine has gone stiff under him. Kurt doesn't rescue anyone. Kurt doesn't throw someone down underneath himself to shield them from glass and shrapnel. Kurt is pathetic, that's the point.

And Blaine is kind of livid?

'I tripped'. And every person in the room apart from Blaine and Mike and Tina looked at him and believed him.

And I understand, but I also understand why it was instinctive for Kurt to pretend he’s pathetic (problem 3, you see)

While Kurt’s dwelling on problem 3, Blaine’s dwelling on problem 2. Sebastian. This isn’t like that one time glee did a similar storyline in 3x17, this is about Phalanx fading away from Blaine’s mind.

Phalanx can’t have kids.

Blaine fucking wants them.

He thinks, The longer you have to justify it to yourself, the less innocent it is.

Is it bad that I’ve always resented Blaine for this? He’s a smart man and he knows Sebastian wants more than just coffee, and he knows Kurt’s overly uncomfortable, and fuck, he knows that he’s making excuses to justify him hanging out with Sebastian.

And yet, he still continues.

Who else still continues nagging someone? Draxie.

Chapter 21

Blaine’s realising that Kurt’s third problem is a thing. Phalanx is a mask for Blaine, but Kurt is a mask for the Ghost, and Blaine thinks that’s very fucked up.

He’s still not aware of problem 1, though, and that problem is growing and growing and Kurt is kind of panicing because of it.

Mike knows and he thinks he can help the Ghost, but he completely misreads the situation. Mike sees it as help, the Ghost sees it as betrayal. Luckily, one good thing comes out of this crapfest: the Ghost realises Dr. Pillsbury is in love with Schuester.

Oh,

The door to the rec room opens again, and they all glance across at Agent Sylvester, who says, "Did you two slackers want to say anything to me?" The Ghost watches the screen, which Phalanx can barely see in his panic, hands weak on the controller, and says, "No." "Didn't think so. There will not be a next time, Casper." He looks across. Phalanx no longer dares to move. The Ghost says, "If you'd prefer that then that's fine. The next time we won't contact you first. We just won't turn up." Santana's eyebrows raise. Phalanx's mouth has gone dry. Agent Sylvester says, very, very evenly, "That's how you want to play it, spook?" "No," he says, and they're both far too calm. "I'm tired of playing. No more games." Silence. The entire room feels ready to crack. Agent Sylvester says, so utterly relaxed, "As you wish." The door closes behind her. Phalanx's hands are shaking. Brittany is a cringe on the sofa, Puck's eyes are wide with alarm, Santana is openly staring.

For the first time, the team sees the Ghost in his glory. He’s not the pathetic, wrongly hero-shipped weirdo, but they see what Phalanx sees every night. 

Of course, it can’t go right with this fucking team. Brittany is completely oblivious to the fact that her girlfriend is a bitch, and Santana can’t handle that so she hurts the Ghost in the way that hits him the most.

Fandom is fucked up, kids, and that is why y’all need JesusGhostly.

Chapter 22

He has no way of knowing, and he never will, if they're someone who might have watched that movie. How paranoid, how insane will that drive him, he can't think like this and he knows it but any person he passes on the street (Be honest: any man he passes on the street. He doesn't know how to fear women in this respect.) he's as nervous of as if their eyes alone threaten. Because what if they - watch. Like. Think about -

Well done, fandom, you fucked up big time. You really have no idea what you’re doing. Such a good thing no one knows about this, because Ghostly will have your fucking heads.

Righfully so.

Then again, Ghosly might’ve ignored them all. She’s too caught up in her own problems. Her mom’s condition is getting worse, and BB is still distant.

(gathering flowers so very delicate a girl) (If you're quoting fucking poetry at me again)

Ghostly has a soft side for BB, but she’s not willing to do something with it, which overly frustrates Draxie.

Meanwhile, Sebastian overly frustrates Kurt.

What a bag of dicks.

You know... When I find myself in times of trouble/Jim Cantiello comes to me/Speakong words of wisdom/’He’s a slut, and a pig, and a slutpig’

(I miss Jim Cantiello I hope he’s okay.)

Kurt still has one big advantage: he owns New York. It might sound weird, because how the fuck can someone own a city???, but Kurt does own this city like no other.

Chapter 23

First, fuck Sebastian. What a bag of dicks.

Second, ohohohohoh the showdown with Incendiary is about to start and Phalanx has no idea what the Ghost has planned.

Brittany folds her arms. Santana looks at her, looks around the room; everyone's looking at her. Which, Phalanx thinks with a little twinge of spite as her eyes flick over them, barely betraying her sudden isolation, gives her some idea of how the Ghost always feels.

By know, everyone knows Santana takes pride out of humiliating others, and the Ghost just happened to be the easiest to target. It gives her pride, but also power, because she is oh so right.

Until she isn’t. She never was, but now she realises that absolutely no one wants to jump on her fuckthisshit train, not even the love of her life.

We know Incendiary is a bitch, but we also know the Ghost is willing to talk to his villians, because they’re still people after all. Sometimes, that goes wrong and people take advantage of it (fucking Brody), but sometimes it makes everything more easier.

The Ghost looks so strangely sad while she screams at him, and Phalanx touches his wrist, and is beginning to think . . . "- because you're just sick an' wrong to them an' they won't love you for you crawling on your belly after them, they despise you for it but not as much as I do, why would you want to help them, why should we ever give a fuck about them -" . . . that she's not actually talking about supers and people without powers anymore.

A part of me is all “cool motive, still murder”, but I guess that at moments like this, you have to be like the Ghost.

The queer Latina super; Phalanx realises how easy it is to look at Santana and see a villain, and how anything she does, to other people's eyes, just backs up their first impression. 'First impression', what a disingenuous name for prejudice, and he feels this, he really does, even her body must make people look at her and see . . . because he knows what they see when they look at Kurt's stance, and he knows how he as a teenager was over-anxious of every movement, every way he held himself, what would make him 'obvious', what would give him away - ? Curve of Santana's hips, full lips, long-lashed and very dark eyes, coffee-coloured skin, long dark hair and the shape of her cleavage whether she covers it or not; people look at her and they see 'trouble' . . .

I can already hear the voice of my social sciences teacher in the back of my head, saying: “etiketteringstheorie” 

Whereas Phalanx is also willing to talk with others, he does not have the patience. Only the Ghost could make amends, because only the Ghost would continue looking past that mask. Phalanx would’ve given up, thinking it won’t help anyway.

Oh, btw

I think that might enter our Top Three Wankfests of All Time list, displacing the *last* time we had EXACTLY THE SAME ARGUMENT?? (My personal top three also contains that poor super who came to us for help and got shat on, fuck all of you who did that, and the 'could Phalanx be a PoC?' debate that just got real bad real quick people oh my god -_- )

Oh fandom, what to do with you. No matter how right you guys are (I mean, a) clothing indeed is not consent, b) the way y’all treated that super was really fucked up, and c) yeah, he’s PoC), stop shitting on each other. The Ghost is capable of talking to Incendiary as a normal human being, so why can’t you?

Why aren’t people sensible enough to see that’s also a solution? Why won’t Agent Sylvester talk?

There’s no more game.

The Ghost has underminded her authority and he’s showed the others that they can do that too.

Chapter 24

"We'd look after him." Puck says, and the Ghost closes his eyes, and swallows, quite hard. He has to trust in that. In the strength of Blaine's happy heart, and other people loving him the way he deserves to be loved. He has to trust in that. He whispers back, "Thank you."

Puck is very level-headed, and that’s what the Ghost needs. Mike freaked out, Phalanx would be out for kill, but Puck? He’s basically like Zuko in Avatar. “That’s rough, buddy.”

Away from that team, the problems are back and to absolutely no one’s surprise, Blaine is on that fucking rollercoaster of emotions again. At this point, I’m this close to contacting the Efteling to tell them they should open a new ride called ‘Phalanx’ and it will be the deadliest one the Efteling has ever seen.

Sebastian is really reminding him of problem 2, so when Kurt calls (or texts) him, he can’t help but feel some resentment. 

Sure, Sebastian is a bag of dicks, but he makes Blaine feel normal. Is it bad that Sebastian flatters him in some kind of way? His life with Kurt is such a mess right now. He and Kurt are kind of rocky, and so are the Ghost and Phalanx. Sebastian on the other hand... makes him feel... well... normal. He’s just a normal guy getting hit on by another normal guy. And he likes it, not because he likes Sebastian, but because it’s normal.

And Kurt took him away from that normalcy. He is drunk and he’s afraid and for fuck’s sake, Kurt, why? Why must you text Blaine while he had a moment of being a normal guy?

That night, Phalanx does get a fucking wake-up slap.

"My fucking boss." she chokes there. "Fucking fuck. What am I supposed to complain? He hasn't touched me yet -" He closes his eyes, and lays a hand on her back, and feels guilty on the behalf of every fucking man on the planet. It's nearly forty minutes before her sister gets there. They sit on shields, and she picks the tissue apart in her hands, says to the snowflakes she teases out to fall around her shoes, "You're 'overreacting' until it happens and then you should've said something earlier."

He immediately calls it a night and just flies back to Kurt as fast as he can, because Kurt isn’t overreacting. It’s just that Blaine has no idea that problem 1 exists, and Kurt keeps bottling it up.

(And Rachel being an annoying shit isn’t helping, like wow girl, why are you still like this?)