#I’ve only been kicking around the idea for nearly a. year

[dark-elf-writes]

I wish you would write a fic where Izuku gets a force manifested quirk. Bonus points if it is a ShinTodoDeku ❤️

I mean I have one in the planning stages (no idea on the ship for Izuku at this point) that’s the typical “rooftop conversation leads to a wing quirk manifestation” that includes EraserHawkMic as parents.

So far it’s an angsty little thing that morphs into soft family times. A lot of focus on Izuku’s healing and growth, Hawks giving the HPSC the finger, and so much Bird Style family bonding.

[sinofwriting]

Share - Ollie Bearman

Words: 1,155 Summary: Ollie just wants to cling to his girlfriend after being away from her for weeks. Their nephew has a different idea. Note(s): Slightly NSFW, Clingy Ollie, Set After Jeddah 2025 (ik ik), oh and this is inspired by the vids of guys coming home and wanting to kiss their wife only for their son to be like, no, that’s my mom!

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Ollie lets out a sigh of relief as he closes the door to the apartment behind him.

He was finally home.

He knew he was going to be exhausted after his first ever triple header as a Formula 1 driver but then as if everything in 2024 hadn’t been enough, more surprises and drama had cropped up just one race in and left him nearly scrambling for the final two.

But now he was home and would get to see his girlfriend after the last few grueling weeks.

“Ollie?”

He smiles, “Yeah, it’s me!”

Toeing off his shoes, he kicks them out of the way and steps out of the small entryway into the living room and the breath gets knocked out of him.

God, she was gorgeous.

He nearly runs to her, throwing himself onto the couch beside her and wrapping his arms around her.

“I missed you so much.” He mumbles.

Her fingers comb through his hair, “I missed you to bear.”

He pulls away a bit, lips already puckering up a bit when tiny hands are smacking against his side. He jerks away and then a small body is wiggling between him and his girlfriend, legs kicking at him.

“Mine!”

“Noel!”

Ollie looks at the toddler in between them, surprised to see a glare on the normally happy three year old's face.

“Hey buddy.”

He waits for the angry face to turn happy, for the exclamation of ‘Uncle Ollie’ but it doesn’t happen. Noel turns completely away from him, wrapping himself around her.

“What did I do?”

She gives him a sorry look, reaching out to hold his hand where conveniently Noel can’t see. “He’s decided that no one is allowed to touch me. He nearly screamed Joe’s ear off yesterday when Joe tried to hug me goodbye.”

“Oof. How’s Hil feeling about that?”

She rolls her eyes at the mention of Noel’s mom. “She thinks it's great, which is why I’ve had him every day for the past week.” Seeing Ollie’s look, she nods. “Yeah, Joe isn’t happy about it. But they leave today and Joe is off for three days, so I will be off.”

“So, I’ve got to share until bedtime?”

“No share!” Noel chimes in and it’s cute, Ollie even gets it. He loves hugging his girlfriend, everyone and their mother calls him clingy, but he can’t help but already feel tired of it and it’s barely been ten minutes.

He can share, he has shared his girlfriend's attention and affection, but he can’t help but just want her full focus after three and a half weeks away. He hasn’t even gotten a kiss yet and the thought makes him frown.

“No cause papa is gonna be here early. I think I remember something about going out to eat and the park.”

It’s funny to watch the way Noel seems both excited about it but also displeased, already knowing that his favorite and only aunt won’t be coming with.

“Hey, Noel.” His voice is gentle and he pokes at his shoulder. “Could I get a hug from my favorite kid?”

He fully expects Noel to refuse with the way he’s managed to wiggle himself onto Y/N’s lap, but he slowly moves off her lap and hugs him.

“Hi buddy.” Ollie says, hugging him tight. “You been having a fun time with Auntie?”

“Mine.”

“I don’t get to know what you guys have been up to? Have you played race car?”

Noel’s eyes light up and he shakes his head. “No! I want to play!”

Ollie grins, easily standing up and picking him up. His neck aches a bit, but he ignores it as he puts Noel on his shoulders and begins to pace around the living room in laps.

Giggles fill the room and he can’t help but smile, occasionally spinning or making a weird turn that makes Noel claps his hands together before asking him to go faster.

It’s only when he starts to get dizzy that Ollie stops, moving him off his shoulders and holding him upside down.

“I hope he hasn’t been like that long.”

“Papa!” Noel shouts and Ollie quickly rights him and puts him in Joe’s arms.

“Only for a few minutes.” Ollie jokes.

Joe shakes his head with a laugh. “Well, as long as it was only a few minutes.” He looks over at Y/N. “How was he?”

“Good, like always. Still clingy though. He told Ollie that I was his.”

Joe has to stifle a laugh, well aware that Ollie had probably hated that.

“I got to hug her for I think five seconds.”

“Better than me, I got to for maybe a second yesterday before nearly losing an eardrum.”

Ollie sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Tough luck, mate.”

“Very. Alright, bud say goodbye to Uncle Ollie and Aunt Y/N.”

Noel pouts a little and extends his arms out towards Y/N who is now standing.

“Goodbye Auntie.”

She hugs him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Bye Noel. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

“Bye buddy.”

“Bye, Uncle Ollie.”

As soon as the door shuts, Ollie whirls around and is tugging her close, their lips pressing together.

It’s a frantic kiss, desperate, and Ollie can’t help the way his hands slip under her shirt, pressing her closer as his fingers dig into her bare skin.

It doesn’t stay a kiss for long. Clothes fall onto the floor and they barely manage to make it to the bedroom, the bed only a few steps away, but they end up on the floor, bodies pressed as close as they can get.

“Fuck, Ollie.” She breathes later, laying on top of him.

He lets out a breathless laugh, kissing her sweaty brow. “I told you I missed you.”

“You fucked me twice. There’s missing me and then there’s that.”

“Is it bad I want to go again after dinner?”

“If you don’t go again after dinner, you're sleeping on the couch.”

He grins, pressing another kiss to her skin. “Fantastic.”

His fingers trace shapes along her back as they both slowly get their breath back, hearts slowing to a better beat.

“Y’know,” She breaks the silence after a few moments. “You’re going to have to share me.”

“I do share you. I just did with Noel.”

She laughs, kissing his chest. “Yes, and I’m so proud of my clingy bear. But I mean, if we ever have kids and we have a boy. He’ll probably be just like you.”

Ollie feels his heart speed up at the idea of them having kids. He can see it in a few years after they’ve been married and are in a house. “Just like me?”

“Yeah, loves me to bits and never wants to be away from me. Your smile, hair, love for racing. Just a mini Ollie.”

“I guess if it’s our kids, I can learn to share you.”

[strawberrystepmom]

nsfw - mdni. cw pregnancy mention but only as a joke (calls reader a MILF), marriage discussion. f!reader (has breasts, is refers to with feminine terms), gojo and reader are in a “semi established” relationship aka idiots in love. self ship coded. wc 1.1k

“Do you really think right now is the time for this discussion, Satoru?”

Your knees are pulled to your chest to make room for your almost comically oversized boyfriend in your apartments’ barely big enough for one bathtub. He’s all limbs and broad shoulders and big arms and the sight, while delectable, makes you feel annoyed as you try to soak away what remains of your own post-mission injuries.

There’s a laceration on your right elbow, a blooming bruise on the opposite bicep, a slash on your thigh. The worst of it was handled back at the school thanks to Shoko but you refused further treatment, knowing a nice soak and rest would fix you up. Gojo showed up unexpectedly as soon as he heard you’d been roughed up today, holding your hand reassuringly the entire time.

You should have known better that his offer to take you home and immediately leave was not as listed on the label. He entered your apartment, kicked off his shoes, and followed you straight to the bathroom without a single word. It’s how you ended up here.

“No time like the present if you ask me. Every other time I’ve asked you’ve said "let's talk about it later” and now it’s later.”

Sighing, you listen to the gentle slosh of the warm water over the lip of the tub as he slides in behind you. Two long legs frame your body and you lean back against him, back pressed to his chest while he reaches around and cups each of your goosebump prickled breasts and squeezes them playfully.

“You’re asking me to marry you while squeezing my tits and making honking noises? Am I getting that right?”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing, yes.”

He chuckles and kisses your jaw, right beneath your ear. It’s his favorite spot, so unassuming yet so intimate. He knows you dab a little perfume there to give him something to look forward to and despite the stress and soil of the day, he sniffs hard and presses an additional kiss.

You reward him with a giggle and he leans over the top of your head, wrapping himself around you and gently running his fingers along the little reminders of how rough today was on you.

It motivates him to press his question even further.

“We don’t have to get married tomorrow, you know. We’ve been at this for long enough that we can wait but it’s time, babe.”

You want to understand his thinking but continually come up short, wondering why he wants something so permanent all of a sudden. Maybe it’s getting older, maybe it’s wanting to have someone to come home to that is more than his semi live-in girlfriend. So without thinking too deeply about it, you ask.

“This isn’t a no or anything so don’t immediately jump there,” you rush to clarify before speaking what’s on your mind lest he get the wrong idea. “But why? Why now?”

The answers are so clear to Satoru that he doesn’t have to think about them for a moment more, instead rubbing his thumb gently around the blue outline of the bruise on your arm.

“I could ask you the same. Why not? Why are you so convinced marrying me would be bad?”

Marriage used to be something he considered would be a burden. Love seemed like the least likely reason he’d marry, perhaps instead marrying reluctantly one day for the sake of his clan or to have kids or something. It never had romantic connotations until the day he realized he wanted to marry you.

Three years ago, a night not that dissimilar to the one the two of you are currently sharing, the realization hit him like a speeding train he couldn’t avoid. It was a culmination of nearly ten years worth of feelings, sure, but he knew as sure as he knew his own heart that you were it. The One, as they say.

Your injuries that night were worse than these ones and Shoko privately shared her concerns with him that your left arm would never fully recover from where it was snapped clean above the elbow. She did everything she could to heal it and you were confined to a sling for several weeks.

He was all too eager to come and take care of you, a little taste of what waking up and falling asleep next to you every day was enough to easily confirm you were it. You are it, still, years later and many long nights and early mornings since. Your grumpy mornings, your lazy afternoons, your evenings spent counting the stars twinkling lazily above your heads on the little adjoining balcony you spent most of your time on.

He was already in love with you, hanging on your every word and vying for every piece of attention you’d give him, but he knew that the rest of his life would be senseless if he couldn’t spend it by your side. Seeing you be so fallible, so painfully human and fragile, terrified him but it motivated him just as much.

Here he sits, still motivated to make you his forever, and he says he isn’t a romantic.

Scoffing, you turn your head to look up at him and gauge how he’s feeling. His face is impassive, brow raised, and suddenly you feel guilty for making him think the reason you’re apprehensive about marriage is him. It isn’t him, it never has been. It’s you.

“Marrying you would be the best thing to ever happen to me, Satoru but I don’t think it would be the best thing to ever happen to you.”

Now it’s his turn to scoff incredulously, pulling your head against his chest so he can rest his chin on top of it. The water sloshes even more and you shift, trying to avoid the friction from your half damp skin against his but there’s no use. He’ll take a little pain if it means he gets to have you this close.

“I know it would be the best thing to happen to me. Ever. In all my life.”

You laugh, shaking your head and wincing as you bend your elbow and the soreness catches up with you. He moves to cradle your arm gently in one of his palms, using the other to keep your cheek pressed to his chest.

“I’m afraid you’ve finally convinced me,” you whisper and he laughs. You wince again as he shifts and drags you with him, water splashing over the edge of the tub while he situates you in his lap facing him the best that he can. Your chest presses against his and you’re face to face, his eyes searching you for any trace of second thoughts.

“You mean it?”

You cup his cheeks in your palms and nod, a coy smile breaking into a grin to mirror his own as he pulls your left hand away from his face and pulls it to his mouth to kiss the back of your ring finger.

“Yes, I’ll marry you. I’d be honored to be your wife even if I think you’re setting yourself up for a lifetime of disappointment.”

Dropping your hand, he slides his arms around your torso and picks you up squealing and thrashing while water drips off of your bodies and back into the tub below. It’s a distraction tactic, of course, to keep you from delving any further into your own fears and doubts, but a man will do what a man must to make his fiancé smile.

“I think I’m setting myself up for a lifetime of laughing and great food and watching you turn into a MILF.”

Snorting, you swat his chest playfully with one hand and reach for the towels on the rack next to you with the other. You dry his hair first, giggling with each funny face he makes until you finish and wrap the towel around his shoulders.

“Are you threatening to turn me into a MILF, sir?”

The blood rushes from his head further downward as he pictures the insinuation you’re making and he smiles devilishly.

“If that’s what you want, consider it a promise.”

[scribbly-artist]

A Night to Remember

Summary: Jayce finally convinced Viktor to attend a councillor party, and to ease himself, Viktor had one too many fun drinks. Jayce hauled his partner back home safely and shenanigans ensued as Jayce tries to get Viktor ready for bed.

Author’s Notes: Happy New Year’s Eve!! I wanted to get this out before the year was over. :)

This was loosely based on really cute fan art I saw by @onixiage (didn’t use it as the banner as I didn’t want to without permission). I saw it and thought of this fic idea, and it’s been festering in my brain for the last two weeks or so. I finally managed to get it written down, so I hope you enjoy!

Words: ~1,500 | AO3 Link

For the first time, Jayce somehow managed to convince Viktor to come out to one of the numerous councillor parties to celebrate and have a drink. 

They made a few leaps in their inventions for Hextech in the last couple of months, despite Jayce dipping in and out of the lab to tend to his councillor duties. So Jayce thought it would be a wonderful idea if they could celebrate together, rather than Jayce getting all the praise himself whenever he went to these parties alone. 

Usually, Viktor was very reluctant to attend as he would rather not have the spotlight shining on him. With a bit of persuasion and convincing however, Jayce managed to lead Viktor astray just for one night. 

And it was actually a really good night out, if he could say so himself. It was a general council party, so thankfully the focus wasn't entirely on them. Though many people came over to congratulate both Jayce and Viktor on their recent work.

What Jayce wasn't expecting was for himself and Viktor to have so many drinks. In the past parties he’s attended on his own, Jayce rarely drank at them – only when someone offered him a drink, or when Mel insisted on a toast. Viktor had some to ease himself into the loud, unfamiliar environment, so of course Jayce wanted to join him. 

They've had some drinks together before. A few bottles were stored in a cabinet in the lab so they could share a drink after a hard day. But that occurred only a few times, and they never had too much to the point that felt anything more than a buzz or got a little bit silly. 

On this night though, Viktor had a lot. 

So like what any partner would do, Jayce had left the party early with Viktor by his side, dragging him back to their shared apartment. 

Viktor was a bit of a mess. Viktor’s hair was sticking up in all sorts of weird ways – when is it ever tidy? – his clothes were dishevelled, even his tie was nearly falling off around his neck. He was holding his cane loosely in his hand, he had nearly dropped it a few times on their walk home. Jayce was surprised he hadn't gotten sick from the alcohol. 

Jayce was a bit drunk himself, but he could hold himself together. At least he wasn't quietly laughing at nothing like what Viktor was doing at this moment. 

“Do you always get like this after one too many?” Jayce asked with a chuckle.

Viktor sluggishly shook his head. “Nhmm… it’s been, hehe, a long time since I’ve last drank, that may be why…�� he looked up at Jayce, a cute, drunk smile plastered on his face.

Jayce’s cheeks turned a little pink seeing his partner’s adorable smile. But he had to focus on getting them home, his mind wasn’t allowed to wander just yet.

It’s good that Jayce got Viktor out when he did. He doubted that Viktor would want people to see him in such a state.

He couldn't lie though – he didn't mind seeing Viktor out of character like this. Seeing a genuine smile on his face, albeit from the alcohol, was a rare sight to behold. It made him smile and his heart warm. 

Walking up a few steps that felt unusually steep on this night to the door, nearly making Viktor trip, Jayce searched his pockets for the key while keeping his hold on Viktor. Once he was successful, he shoved the key into the lock and twisted the door handle open, kicking it open with his foot. 

He led Viktor to their bed, setting him down on the foot of it, and then made his way to the front door to lock it shut for the night.

“Mm, we're home, no?” Viktor slurred, his head rolling to try to look at Jayce’s face as he made his way back into the bedroom. 

“Yeah, we are. I'll get you some water to drink, yeah? Stay right there,” Jayce made his way to the kitchen sink, grabbing a glass on the way and filling it up. Once he was back at Viktor’s side, he sat down next to his partner, gently placing the glass in Viktor’s hands. “Be careful, don't drop it.”

Viktor brought the glass up to his lips to take a nice long sip, some of it dribbling down to his chin onto his shirt. “Thank you Jayce… It's appreciated.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, that smile still glued to his face. 

Viktor held out his hand which held the glass lazily. Jayce gripped onto it, setting it off to the side. Viktor leaned back, plonking his back down on the mattress as he closed his eyes, a chuckle escaping him. 

“Do you need me to do anything else?” Asked Jayce, looking in Viktor’s direction with a small smile of his own. 

“I think I just–” He was interrupted with a sudden yawn, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth. “Need to settle down for bed. Eh… I think the fatigue from both the party… and from working in the lab… is catching up to me…” He could barely keep his eyes open. 

“Do you need me to help you get changed?” Jayce offered. He's had to do this a few times before, as Viktor is no stranger to passing out from exhaustion at his bench in the lab. Numerous nights, Jayce has had to carry him home and change him into his pajamas just so he could actually sleep somewhere comfortably. 

Viktor rose from the bed sluggishly with a weak nod. “If you wouldn't mind,” He slid off his tie, then looked at the buttons on his shirt with a quiet laugh. “I believe I do not have the… coordination to take these buttons off in this state…”

“This isn't the first time,” Jayce shook his head with a laugh. He shifted so he was facing Viktor and got to work. Jayce wasn't shoshed, so he actually had the brain power to undo a couple buttons. He started undoing the first one, but was swiftly halted at the wrist by Viktor’s hands, a laugh escaping him. Jayce cocked his head to the side in confusion. “What was that, V?” He couldn’t help himself from smiling.

“Yohohour fingers… they just…” Viktor's eyes wandered and began to mumble as his face flushed. “It tickled a little…”

Jayce laughed at the absurdity. “You’re just ticklish everywhere, aren’t you?” He undid another button, intentionally brushing his fingers against the gaps of Viktor’s shirt where skin was peeking through.

Viktor sputtered, holding onto Jayce’s wrists more tightly. “Muhuhust you always exploit thihihis??” Viktor couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, the tickling mixed in with the alcohol made it impossible to hide.

“I’m not doing it on purpose. You’re just adorably and stupidly ticklish.” An extra scribble as he undid another button, a smirk rising onto his face.

“You are! You’re being a menahahace! Yohohou troublemaker!!”

“You’re over exaggerating it. I’m just helping you out.”

It took a couple minutes - and a lot of laughing from Viktor - but Jayce managed to get Viktor undressed and then redressed with his pajamas. Jayce popped the last button on Viktor’s night shirt, his fingers brushing up against Viktor’s neck as he fixed the collar.

Viktor was red in the face from laughing so much. He didn’t have the energy to fight back anymore, nor the drive to.

“Heheheed my warning, Talis. You won’t be getting off scot-frehehehee in the morning.” Viktor tried to give Jayce the evil-eye, but it failed him in this state.

“Pfft, like you’re going to be able to do anything. I bet you’ll regret drinking so much once you wake up tomorrow.” Jayce changed into his own pajamas as he climbed into bed, Viktor following suit. 

“I’m going to… feel like shit in the morning, aren’t I?” Viktor complained as his head hit the soft pillow, reaching up to rub his temple. “In fact… I believe I can already feel the dreaded headache… ugh…”

Jayce reached over with a comforting hand, brushing his fingers through Viktor’s messy hair. “Even though I didn’t drink as much, I always get hangovers. I’ll let you in on my super secret Talis Drunk Remedies in the morning.” He winked at Viktor, the other rolling his eyes.

“Mmm, whatever you say,” he mumbled and shook his head, pulling the covers closer as he closed his eyes. It was silent for a moment until Viktor spoke up. “Thank you for dragging me out tonight… and for carrying me back home… Admittedly, I had fun…”

Jayce reached over and planted a sweet kiss on Viktor’s forehead that made him giggle, lingering there for a moment. 

“Always, Vik.”

They snuggled close and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

This was a night neither of them would forget.

[sugrhigh]

FEELINGS MUTUAL - ( c.s. )

summary- you and chris, a d1 lacrosse player, have been good friends since freshman year. he accidentally hurts your feelings one night while youre hanging out, and things escalate as he’s apologizing.

warnings - it’s smut (use of ma included oop) so PLEASE read at ur own risk, if u don’t like it keep scrolling cuz idgaf 🤭

bff!chris x fem!reader

a/n: this is my first one shot on here AHH! i’ll probably be writing more so if you have requests or ideas, pls send them my way xoxo

“i still don’t understand how you predicted most of that within the first thirty minutes.” chris shakes his head, arms crossed as he leans back against the headboard casually.

“i told you, i’ve got it down to a science. all scary movies are practically the same.” you shrug, clutching a pillow to your chest as you lay in his bed.

it’s late now, or early. you’ve been watching movies together all night, just like you usually do during slow weekdays where neither of you have to be up for class, or in his case, practice.

“i wish you didn’t insist on watching them all of the time.” he says.

“aw, is little christina scared?” you tease him with a small grin.

“i hate when you call me that. and nothing about me is little.” chris kicks you with his foot gently, and you nearly roll off of the bed trying to avoid the contact.

“gross.”

“whatever, you’re the one thinking about my dick.”

“i absolutely am not.” you argue, though you feel your cheeks flush.

“keep lying.”

you lift an arm out to smack him in the bicep, and he just laughs. “stop flirting, you slut.”

“if i was flirting, you’d know.” chris smirks, running a hand through his long hair.

“you think you could rizz up the babadook?” you ask, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him properly.

“oh for sure.”

he doesn’t hesitate before saying it. he even nods his head a little bit in certainty.

“someone’s confident.” you laugh.

“c’mon, i could rizz anybody up.”

“you haven’t managed to do it to me, and we’ve been friends for two years.”

“that’s because i’m not trying to.”

for some reason, this stings a little. chris is a bit notorious for getting around, though it’s not really his fault. as a d1 lacrosse player who also happens to be very attractive, girls come falling at his feet.

you’re just not one of them, and he clearly doesn’t mind. you’re not sure why you even care.

it just makes you feel weird, that you’re the only girl he’s not attracted to for whatever reason. like you’re defective or something.

“right. i forgot you’ll hit on every other girl in the world, just not me.” your voice comes out more sour than intended.

chris looks a bit surprised, eyebrows raising slightly at your tone. “because you’re…you know…you.”

“wow, you really know how to make a girl feel good, huh?” you roll your eyes before turning to lay facing the other direction.

a hand snakes its way to your waist, a familiar sensation that still makes butterflies erupt in your stomach regardless.

“you know i didn’t mean it like that.”

you bury your head further into the pillow, trying to ignore the way his thumb is tracing circles against your hip. “whatever, chris. i get it.”

“you clearly don’t, because you’re all pissy now.” he sighs, breath tickling your skin.

“no i’m not.”

“yes you are.”

“i just want to sleep.” you lie.

chris fully wraps his forearm around your stomach now, tugging you so that your back is flush against his chest. he buries his chin in the crook of your neck, and you can’t help but smile slightly to yourself.

“all i meant is that you’re not those girls. you’re too special.” he says quietly into your ear.

you bite down on your lip to try and keep the grin from growing.

“now you’re just humoring me.”

he shakes his head slightly, stubble scratching at your shoulder in a pleasant way. “i’m not and you know it.”

you’re actually thankful you’re in a tank top, because having his warm skin on yours is nice. you’ve never felt it before, and it kind of makes you nervous.

“do i?” you question.

“you should. you’re the only girl who can get me to watch horror movies with her. the only one who sleeps over, or gets to steal my hoodies—”

“oh please, i know you gave that bitch maddy your sweatshirt. she wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks.” you cut him off.

“okay, she stole that from me and now she won’t give it back, so that’s different.” chris shuts you down quickly.

“if you insist.”

you shift slightly in his arms, and you hear him suck in a breath as you get comfortable.

“don’t do that.” his voice is strained.

“what?” you ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“don’t move like that.”

“i’m not allowed to move now?”

“not when your ass is on me.” his grumbles, and you finally get it.

“oh.”

your response is abnormally high pitched, and you’re not sure what else to say. you’re too terrified to turn even in the slightest.

“who’s scared now, huh?”

you swear he must have gotten closer, because you can almost feel his lips hovering by your earlobe as he speaks. the smile is prominent in his tone.

he’s teasing you, and it spurs a fire in the pit of your stomach that you’ve never felt with him before. you maneuver your body, and this time you purposely back your ass up against his lap.

you hear him let out a small groan that vibrates against your body, and it nearly makes you shiver.

“not me.” you give him attitude, though you’re practically breathless.

“have you really thought this through?” chris asks, pressing up against you so you can actually feel how hard he is.

you’re already pulsing, and his fingers dance back and forth across your stomach lightly. even with your shirt as a barrier, it’s too nice.

you nod in response, and his hand slides up your arm and over your shoulder, fingernails barely raking against your skin as he goes. chris grips your throat, and you push against him for some sort of friction, for anything.

“tell me you want it.” he demands, squeezing just a bit harder.

“you want it.” you manage to taunt, grabbing his arm and guiding it down your chest to the bottom of your shirt.

his hand slides underneath the tight fabric, back up your stomach, traveling to massage your left tit slowly. his thumb ghosts over your nipple, and you arch your back into him involuntarily.

“fuck.” you gasp quietly.

“no bra, huh? just for me?”

chris twitches against your ass, attaching his lips to your neck hungrily. his tongue slides against the sensitive skin, teeth digging into the flesh where your throat meets your collar.

his hand switches places, and he drags the pads of his fingers across your other nipple in a tantalizing pattern. the sensation of his touch and his mouth at the same time is bliss, and you let out a moan of pleasure.

“always wondered what you sounded like, you fuckin angel.” he praises, grinding his hips against you.

just feeling his length, pressing right against your core through the fabric of your yoga pants, makes you incredibly wet. he’d be shocked to find you’re not wearing underwear either.

you guide his hand back out from underneath your shirt so you can flip over again, sitting up slightly as you move to straddle him. he’s already bucking up into you, whining from the feeling of being underneath your hips.

“don’t tease me. i’ve waited too long for this.” chris pulls your arm down so he can give you an actual kiss.

his lips are soft, molding against yours desperately as his hands grip your ass. you rock against him as his tongue slides against yours, and he groans into your mouth.

“god, i love hearing that.” you admit against his lips.

you pull away so you can lift his shirt over his head, trailing your long manicured nails down his chest slowly, right along his happy trail. he throws his head back against the pillows, relishing in the feeling.

you can tell he’s growing frustrated though, and suddenly he grabs you by your waist, throwing you down so your back hits the mattress.

chris helps you out of your top like it’s a race, tossing it to the floor with his other clothes. he positions himself over you, capturing your lips with his hungrily.

you bring your hands up; one tugging at the curly strands of hair on the back of his neck, the other clawing at his back.

he likes this, smiling into you before biting down on your bottom lip harshly. chris pulls away, pressing kisses down your throat, down the valley of your chest, but not without moving his tongue back and forth against each nipple at least a few times.

it makes you writhe, hands tangling in his sheets as he continues.

“jesus, chris.” you’re basically whimpering.

he stops right at the top of your leggings, looking up at you from between your thighs like he’s asking for permission.

you lift your hips as an answer, and he tugs the slick material down over your feet. the air hits you, and you can feel how embarrassingly ready you are.

chris lowers himself to you again, pushing your legs apart with both palms.

“you’re so pretty, ma. so fucking wet for me, too.” he mumbles, kissing and nipping at your hip, down your inner thigh, right next to where you need him most.

ma. he’s never called you that before, and you like it way more than you should.

without warning, he slides his tongue flat against your pussy in one long stripe. his lips come down around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against it slowly.

“holy shit—” you gasp, and your fingers tangle in his hair again, tugging at his roots as he buries his face further.

you’d been given head before, but it never actually felt good until now. chris’s fingers grip your thighs as he continues to force them apart, tongue moving up and down against your center at a faster pace now.

you can feel the pressure building, but you know you want more. you want to make him feel good too.

“oh my god baby.” the pet name slips out without even thinking, your head is so fuzzy with pleasure.

“fuck, call me that again.” he pulls away just enough to speak coherently.

“i need you inside me, baby, please.” you beg desperately.

“so ready for me, so eager.” he practically growls, sitting up so he can yank off his sweatpants, tugging his boxers down with them.

his dick is just as big as it felt, definitely the biggest you’ve seen in person, which is a little scary. he puts a hand to your mouth, turning your head to the side slightly.

“spit.”

fuck, this is hot.

you happily do as your told, and he pulls his hand back to spread it around his dick. his other arm goes to prop your one leg up as he aligns himself at your entrance.

chris pushes in slowly, and you both let out a long moan at the same time. you can feel him stretching you, and it takes a minute for you to adjust to his full length.

“fuck…” he says in that breathy voice you love so much.

he moves out, then back in, steadily picking up his pace as you get more comfortable. you have to give it to him, the kid knows how to use his hips.

“mmm…you feel so good around me,” chris grumbles, lifting your leg a little higher.

he hits a new spot, and it sends delicious waves of pleasure through your body.

“yes, right there!” your eyes screw shut, and his free hand goes to reach for your tits.

“fuck ma, i can feel you squeezing. taking it just like a good girl.”

such a pretty mouth saying such dirty things, things you didn’t think you’d ever in a million years hear from your friend. and yet, it feels exactly like it should.

he’s practically pounding into you now, and the little noises he makes drive you crazy. his free hand shifts so his thumb rubs against your clit, and you feel your core seize up.

“chris!” you cry out, and that damn smirk crosses his face again.

“tell em, angel. tell them exactly who you want.”

his fingers feel so good combined with his strokes, and this time the building pressure in your stomach is too much. you know you don’t have a lot longer left as your body begins to shudder.

“fuck, chris, i’m so close—”

“just a little longer, hang on for me.” he says, movements growing sloppier as he reaches his own peak.

his nails dig into the skin of your thigh, a bit of pain that is not unwelcomed. chris circles his other fingers around you faster, and you let out an even louder gasp.

“i’m—”

“fuck, me too. come on baby, come all over me.” he cuts you off, and you feel him twitch inside of you as he finishes with a groan.

“shit!” you ride out your own high, releasing onto his dick as he slows to a stop. you’re both completely breathless and sweaty as he pulls out, and you immediately feel at loss.

he leans down to give you a little peck before collapsing beside you.

“i’ve seriously dreamed about that so many times.” chris says, arm splayed across his chest as he stares into your eyes.

you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. “stop it.”

he’s quiet for a moment, and you peek through your fingers to look at him.

“you know this means more to me, right? you mean more to me.” he speaks softly, like he’s scared of how you’ll react.

you finally reveal yourself again, smiling more widely than you’d care to admit.

“good, cuz the feelings mutual.”

[fryingpan1234567]

listen I knowwww Roach should be British. he was on a British task force. he’s got the flag on his uniforms. but when @fixfoxnox said southerner Roach I just couldn’t not love him okay leave me alone

anyways. southerner Roach shenanigans

(I guess you could call this a Something in the Orange fanfic since he’s besties with Jackson in this scenario as well as dating Ghost and Soap……… but it’s general enough it’s probably fine ANYWAYS)

Roach’s accent, while it normally only lightly flavors a few of his words, gets considerably thicker when he’s visiting home

I mean like he does the thing southerners do where they somehow mash entire sentences into one word and the others are just like “……….what” but Jackson is nodding like he understood

Like. They’re all at dinner together somewhere. Somebody brings up the rodeo at the state fair. The Europeans have no idea what they’re talking about. Roach just goes “y’ain’tneverheardadat??” and Soap nearly has a stroke trying to figure out what he meant but Jackson continues to eat soundly like he didn’t hear anything wrong

COWBOY👏 HAT👏 RULE👏

HELP

No no no they go to some random dive bar for one of their birthdays. It doesn’t matter whose. Jackson and Roach both have cowboy hats because OBVIOUSLY and like. They exchange this look that the others can’t figure out whenever one of their boyfriends steals their hat via flirting

(They tell them later and then can’t stop laughing while Soap and Ghost and Gaz are just sitting there like uh oh)

After that the hat stealing is very much purposeful

Square dancing to fucking Timber by Kesha and Pitbull in said dive bar because that’s just required idk what to tell you

Soap and Ghost seeing Roach ride a horse for the first time and visibly bluescreen

Roach recognizing people from high school in his hometown even tho he hasn’t seen them in like 20 years

He likes Taylor Swift but only her old country-adjacent stuff

Ghost and Soap couldn’t figure out his aversion to any kind of substitute milk until he took them home and they found out it’s because he grew up drinking milk that literally came from the cows he has in his backyard. They own two cows. And a few chickens. Very resourceful

Jackson and Roach dragging the 141 to Roach’s family’s Super Bowl party one year because in the southern states it’s a huge fucking deal

The Europeans being like “………this is quite possibly one of the dumbest things I’ve ever seen in my life” but their boys are having fun so it’s okay

God help the rest of them. Jackson and Roach are rooting for opposite teams.

There’s screaming, there’s wrestling on the living room floor, there’s spilling food and beer everywhere. The amount of rubbing it in after a touchdown lands is fucking crazy, and they’ve shouted about stabbing each other every single time

Eventually, maybe with a bit of googling, the others get into it. Soap hasn’t stopped shoving Mrs. Roach’s buffalo chicken dip in his face since he’d discovered it when they’d arrived, and Ghost was letting the kids use his tattoo like a coloring page while he chatted with Roach’s dad and brothers. Gaz kept getting elbowed in the ribs whenever Roach and Jackson tousled on the couch, and a couple times he was asked to hold Jackson’s beer so “I can kick some sense into this dipshit,” usually followed by Roach’s maniacal cackling. Price was banging around in the kitchen with Mrs. Roach. Nobody knew how he’d gotten dragged into that, but he seemed to be enjoying himself

On the topic of bringing the boys home to the fam oh my GODS thanksgiving

Ghost is not a dessert person. He’s never been a dessert person. But he had four slices of Mr. Roach’s apple pie, so,,,,,,,,, apparently he is actually a dessert person

Obvi Roach is good with all guns, but he was hunting with his dad and brothers by the time he was like six. He knows how to work a shotgun like he breathes

(Ahem being southern is why he’s so fucking stubborn btw if anyone was wondering)

Roach and Jackson both are religious Dolly Parton listeners

“DID U GUYS KNOW SHE WROTE JOLENE AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU ON THE SAME DAY—“

Ghost and Soap wake up one night because there’s a weird noise outside. They poke Roach awake like “???? what was that??” and he was just like “oh yeah the woods make noises sometimes. don’t worry about it. if something actually wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t hear it coming” and promptly passed back out

“Yea I’ve seen a skinwalker before” “FYM YOU’VE S E E N O N E ? “ “It was in my backyard?? Relax it just wanted the coyote that always tries to kill our chickens. I didn’t really mind”

Gaz suggests investigating a weird figure he saw in the woods. Roach laughs out loud and Jackson smacks him in the back of the head like “that’s how you fucking die you idiot”

“Y’all’re lucky we’re here to stop you from doing somethin’ stupid. Fuckin’ city slickers” “What did you just call me”

The deafening sounds of crickets and locusts puts Roach to sleep almost instantly every night. Ghost barely sleeps every time they visit.

”IT IS SO FUCKING LOUD IF ONE MORE BLOODY CRICKET—“ “Simon not everyone needs literal dead silence to sleep—“

No matter how many pillows he stacks on top of his head he can’t escape it

Oh. Oh. The Europeans CANNOT do southern heat. They’re passed out on the porch while Jackson and Roach and Roach’s brothers play football in the front yard

Roach makes killer lemonade and iced tea nobody talk to me

He has a rusty blue ancient pickup that he says is his baby. One of the wheels is misshapen and the bed squeaks dangerously every time they hit a pothole, but he won’t get rid of it EVER

Roach introduces Soap and Ghost to catching fireflies in jars with his nieces and nephews. They are. So in love with the concept.

It gets turned into a competition, because of course it does, and it looked like Ghost was going to win— but then the youngest of the participating children silently held up a jar that was too bright to look at and audibly buzzing from the amount of bugs inside of it. They cut their losses and embrace the fact that they’ll never be That Good

Southern👏 sunsets👏 there ain’t nothing like it

Soap has a sketchbook dedicated entirely to doodling Roach doing farm things

Roach had a horse he took care of in high school. Her name was Peaches and he literally cried when he found pictures of her in his room

Ghost LOVES the sweet old border collie Roach’s parents have. That dog has seen many a stampede, and he’s herded just as many. What a man. Ghost does not leave him alone Ever

gods fuck me bro I could literally talk about southern Roach F O R E V E R (idk if you can tell from the long ass post Jesus Christ)

good morning/ night/ 4am lmk if you want more of this

[humbledragon669]

S2E1 - The Arrival Write Up P1 - Before the Beginning

Wow, it’s been a little while since I did one of these. So much of a while in fact, that I feel like I’ve forgotten how I like to do them. I went back and read over the previous ones I’ve done to try and get back into the swing of things, but I feel like I’m having a bit of an imposter syndrome going on (after all, who am I to tell people what they can so clearly see for themselves?), so please bear with me if this all feels a bit stilted to begin with. So, with that self-serving plea out of the way, let’s point out the obvious and immediate parallel between the opening of season two and its prequel:

There isn’t a banner for the first season to compare this with, but we all know that the storyline for the very first episode started “in the beginning”. The episode title was even named for the time period, although I think there was probably a bit more sub-text to that than just an indicator of a time frame. There’s another parallel to be had here too – this would appear to be the first time that Crowley (or whatever his angelic name was – I shall simply continue to call him Crowley for this section) and Aziraphale actually meet, mirroring the conversation on the wall of the Garden of Eden nicely, it being the first time they meet with Crawly in his demon form. Quick side note: the time period parallel makes me wonder if there will be something similar going on for season 3 – “after the beginning” perhaps? Or in a twist, maybe something about Crowley’s fall? Either would fit nicely with the running theme.

This will be the only time (notwithstanding whatever is to come in season 3) that we see Crowley in his existence prior to his fall, and therefore prior to his becoming a demon. The engine crank handle is a nice touch; it’s a lovely link to Crowley’s (much) later attachment to the Bentley, and to the use of the crank handle to restart time as we saw in the final episode of season 1. And it’s a nice thought – that the star factory is rather like an engine that needs a kickstart, even if that engine crank handle has no place in this time period, millions of years before cars ever became a thing. Quick side note on the engine crank handle thing: given that Aziraphale holds the diagram up in front of his chest, could it be that this is a subtle hint that Crowley doesn’t just kick the motor of the star factory into life, but Aziraphale’s heart too? It’s immediately after he does it that Aziraphale tries to introduce himself…

Can we just take a moment to appreciate this moment for what it is? A single moment, in millions of years, that Crowley needed a hand, happened to have another being passing by, recognised that there was someone around who could help, and had to yell to be heard because that being is nearly out of earshot. That single moment is the start of a slow burn that rivals all other slow burns. And they nearly missed it. It does make this beautifully innocent response from Aziraphale unbelievably sweet though:

Oh Aziraphale, you look so hopeful and inquisitive. You have NO IDEA of what’s to come, do you? And there’s such a lovely awkwardness between them in the conversation that follows – the cautious engagement from Aziraphale as he tries to work out what’s expected of him against Crowley’s almost blasé confidence that he knows exactly what he’s about. There’s something so childlike about them both – Aziraphale in his innocence and Crowley in his excitement – you really do feel that this is the start of something, that the potential is there for something bigger, just as it is with Crowley’s star factory.

Well, Aziraphale doesn’t waste any time trying to engage flirt mode, does he? This micro exchange makes me laugh so much, and it never gets any less funny. It’s such an obvious businesslike reply from Crowley to Aziraphale’s quite open and vulnerable introduction. And Crowley doesn’t even offer his own introduction back, though perhaps this is to do with maintaining the strange levels of secrecy surrounding Crowley’s angelic name. Look at how disappointed Aziraphale is when his curiosity and interest isn’t reciprocated though, it’s truly adorable.

His disappointment doesn’t stop him from given his new-found friend another once over though. Honestly, this is one very smitten angel from a very early point in their timeline together.

I had hoped that there might be the first suggestion of an Easter egg with the book that Crowley consults, but I’ve struggled to find one. I’ve deciphered the title of the book to be “Nebula 231, 080”, but I couldn’t find anything glaring in Strong’s concordance with the combination of numbers there, and the contents of the book itself flick through too quickly to make out anything other than indecipherable scribblings and some diagrams.

Despite the fact that Aziraphale’s first tentative advances were shut down so unceremoniously, his face gives away how he continues to feel about his new friend:

He looks almost proud, doesn’t he? As if he’s really proud of Crowley’s achievements, even though a) they’ve only just met and b) Crowley hasn’t actually got anything to show for his efforts just yet. Not until he says the magic words anyway:

I know I’m not the first one to pick up on this, but isn’t this line a little above Crowley’s pay grade? As I have mentioned before, my Christian knowledge is scant, but I’m fairly sure that’s God’s line. And what makes this particular line interesting is Aziraphale’s response to the creation of the nebula:

AZIRAPHALE: Ah. Good lord.

It’s not the first time we’ve heard Crowley referred to in this way either:

I know, any excuse to replicate that look from Aziraphale in 1792. Sue me. It’s pretty notable though, isn’t it, the repeated use of that particular exclamation in response to Crowley’s presence? I really want to think there’s something in this, after all we know that the words used in this show are never coincidental. I just can’t put the pieces together to come out with something believable because those three little snippets of information, when put together, would make it seem like Crowley is really God in disguise, which is nothing short of impossible. And before I forget and move on from the very obvious miracle Crowley performs (bringing his hand down instead of up as he does in his demon form), let’s just appreciate the return of the miracle noise we heard in the first season – this particular instance sounds like sleigh bells following that odd “full” noise I can only really describe as something we would usually associate with something really epic happening.

Aside from Crowley’s obvious physical and costume differences from his demon form, and the fact that his QE accent is more pronounced, we get to see Crowley genuinely excited in this scene.

Again with the adorable. And the childlike. Did I mention it’s adorable? And he’s so incredibly proud of what he’s achieved. Which will make it all the more heartbreaking when we see his upset that it’s all going to be destroyed in about 6000 years. But I’m getting ahead of myself (a tiny bit). Because we cannot move on without talking about the second bout of disappointment that Aziraphale has rendered to him in less than 2 minutes.

And what’s prompted this? Ah, that’s right, he thought Crowley was calling him “gorgeous”, only to realise that his new friend was actually referring to the nebula in front of them. You’d think the brush off from earlier would be enough to have reigned in his hopes a bit where this particular being is concerned, but it looks like he just can’t help himself (not that anyone would blame him). And here we see another interesting difference between angel-Crowley and demon-Crowley – he is uncomfortable about accepting credit for things that he hasn’t been fully responsible for. This is not the Reign of Terror or the Spanish Inquisition that he took full credit for despite not having anything to do with either – he barely takes the credit for work he has actually done, which Aziraphale is determined to give.

I feel like it’s a pretty obvious statement to make when I say that Aziraphale is actually making two, entirely separate, statements here. Because the first of them (“It’s very pretty”) isn’t actually directed at Crowley’s creation, is it? The second is, but it’s much more about Crowley’s involvement rather than the end product. For all we know, this is likely to be one of the only times in his existence that Crowley is actually given some heartfelt and deserved feedback for a job well done. No wonder he’s always on the hunt for more by claiming credit for stuff he hasn’t done. No, the first of those statements is about Crowley himself (gotta give him credit for his persistence), and that’s as plain as day to us the audience because actually Aziraphale doesn’t seem that bothered about the incredible light show unfolding right in front of his eyes. That gorgeous being floating alongside him on the other hand, he just can’t get enough of looking at him. It’s obvious he really enjoys Crowley’s enthusiastic energy, because he really doesn’t want to detract from it.

This. Delivery. My life, it gets me every single time. I feel like it’s a line I’ve delivered myself (along with those facial and hand gestures that help me feign interest) to my husband every time he tries to talk to me about a car engine. When I say it, the rough translation is “I really don’t care about what you’re saying because it’s totally pointless, but you enjoy it and I love you so I’ll humour you”. That about cover all the angles here? Poor Crowley is so excited about his project, he doesn’t even notice. His upset at being told that everything is going to be closed down in 6000 years though, that can’t be ignored.

This particular moment in the scene is an absolutely brilliant example of the way that the soundscape is used to underscore the acting in this show too – we had some very pretty celestial harmonies setting the tone for Crowley’s speech about baking stars, only to hear the music literally winding down as his excitement is so rudely deflated.

Once Crowley has acknowledged this pretty devastating piece of news, he’s quick to try and reason with Aziraphale as to why that particular plan shouldn’t go ahead. I have to say, he sounds quite reasonable to me, and he makes his point in very clearly. The important thing about his reasoning is that he’s starting to ask questions, to challenge God’s plan, which we all know is what got him into trouble in the first place. And I do so love the fact that Crowley has never heard of Earth before this conversation with Aziraphale, seeing as it’s a planet he will come to spend so much time on. Not that he’s that keen to admit his lack of knowledge to Aziraphale.

It’s the little nod before he, hesitatingly, admits he’s not heard of the blue/green planet that gives him away. But then Aziraphale seems so confident that it’s something that he should have heard of, I can understand why he’s uncomfortable admitting he hasn’t. It sounds as if Aziraphale has had a hand creating both Earth and “people”, which he’s almost as excited about as Crowley was of his nebula, so it’s probably a good job that the latter employs some tact here. The difference, when it comes to Crowley offering his feedback for the work that Aziraphale is involved in, is that the planet and the people appear to completely devalue all his hard work. His disbelief is obvious before Aziraphale has even finished giving his speech:

In typical Aziracrow fashion, we have one of them not listening to the other, and this time it’s Aziraphale that fails to pick up on the communication cues – look how delighted he is at the fact he just told Crowley that the beautiful nebula he’s created is nothing more than a pretty picture:

I suppose it’s nice to see, in a round about way, that their inability to truly hear one another isn’t something resulting from thousands of years in each other’s company, this being their first meeting. Unfortunately his delight only stokes Crowley’s indignation, causing him not only to ask more questions of the plan for creation but to openly refute God’s plans as being anything other than “idiocy”. Now, I agree with him (to my mind, it is genuinely ludicrous that an entire universe would be created for any other purpose than for beings to look at), but Aziraphale is very quick to set out his stall for the future from the very beginning – he is a company man after all.

AZIRAPHALE: I don’t think it’s our place to start suggesting that there should be a suggestion box.

It’s not long before Aziraphale starts to become really very uncomfortable with this conversation.

He is VERY worried about being overheard here, isn’t he? As well he should be I suppose. But what’s this little mini breakdown?

It looks an awful lot like a bit of a crisis of faith to me. In fairness, Crowley has made some pretty good points. What I’d give to know what’s going through Aziraphale’s mind at this point, and what I find very telling about the way he tries to resolve this situation is that the very last thing he does before trying to break the silence is to glance over at Crowley. It’s not difficult to see how depressed he is about this latest development, and Aziraphale, in a really sweet gesture, tries to pull him out of by giving him another (rather futile) compliment about the nebula. What’s interesting about this (to me anyway) is that this makes him the rescuer in this situation, with him trying to save Crowley, which is not the way it’s supposed to be, is it? What’s even more interesting is that he fails – fails to cheer Crowley up and fails to stop Crowley from getting into trouble. Maybe that’s the real reason why Crowley takes point on that moving into the current day…

You can see how pained Aziraphale is about Crowley’s general attitude, despite the fact they’ve only just met. He REALLY doesn’t want his new friend getting into trouble with the powers-that-be. But now it’s Crowley’s turn to miss his cue, and if Aziraphale’s anxiety wasn’t enough to tell you that he’s being far too blasé about his mood, the portentous bell that rings out in the soundtrack when he ask’s how much trouble he can get into for asking questions should tell you how right Aziraphale is to be concerned.

Alright we’ve got our final parallel for the scene – you all know what it is. It’s the wing shelter!

But before I go off into that, I just wanted to take a minute to appreciate Aziraphale’s look as the meteor shower (I have assumed that’s what it is) actually starts:

It’s really lovely – like he’s showing appreciation for one more beautiful thing created by his new friend. Right, moving on, I just want to take a quick look at what I said about the mirrored wing shelter in the first season:

Alright, now I have all the various bits of information brought together, let’s consider a few bits – not much, I know this has all been gone over with a fine-tooth comb before by other people. Firstly I want to point out that there is a difference between the two shelter scenes, which is that Crawly actually moves towards Aziraphale as it starts to rain on the wall. We do not see the same movement from Aziraphale with them both in Heaven. I find those couple of steps from Crawly potentially really interesting – it’s like he’s doing something that they have already been doing for a long time, with the unspoken knowledge that he’ll get what he needs without having to ask. What I also find interesting about both wing shelters is that, in the sheltering they leave themselves exposed to the thing they’re sheltering the other from. That doesn’t seem like too big of a deal when it comes to a bit of rain, but when it’s flaming rocks? I know they’re both full-blown angels at this point, presumably without human bodies, but that’s still gotta hurt surely? Which would mean that Crowley leaves himself exposed to damage in order to protect Aziraphale, despite the fact that the latter being didn’t ask for the shelter, and doesn’t even appear to notice it’s been given. So there’s another similarity between the two shelters – they weren’t actually asked for, but given, and without dissent. I don’t know if there’s a storyline reason for Crowley offering the wing shelter in season 2 – there has been some talk I’ve seen about it providing a link to the end of season 1 (because we see Aziraphale protecting Crawly/Crowley from water at the beginning and end of the season, and Crowley protecting Aziraphale from fire) and I do like that. Part of me wonders if there are much more basic reasons for the respective shelters – the script states that Crawly’s wings look rather worse for wear in the Garden of Eden, so they weren’t going to act as a very effective shelter. Similarly, Aziraphale doesn’t seem to appreciate that there’s any danger when the meteor shower takes place, probably because of his lack of knowledge about the whole environment, so Crowley could have done his own shelter out of pity. Ultimately I think there’s one thing we can definitely all agree on – the second wing shelter makes the first a lot more interesting.

Well, for someone who said they felt a bit rusty writing write ups, I really wittered on for that single scene, didn’t I? In fairness, I knew I would have a lot to say about it, it being the first scene for the season. Not sure I expected to go for 3K+ words though… That said, the end of this scene and the arrival of present day seems like a good place to wrap this part up (plus it will give me a nice little placard image to head the next part up with, you know how I love those!), so for now… Questions, comments, discussion: always welcome! Hope to see in the next one 😊

[oldfaneworld]

I need some clarity.

I don't know how I want to start this so I'm going to ramble this out. The discourse around Lanolin is something I don't really get in all honesty. The plot we have been following since the beginning of The Misadventure arc isn't anything new. The Fandom has dealt with trickery and guile before so I don't understand why this is such a hot topic to begin with. I have a few ideas why it's a hot topic and I'll touch on it soon but first I want to make this very clear. Looking back at the few posts I have on this website, I think I've made It very clear that Lanolin is my favorite character in all of the idw run. I can say this with my chest she is tied as my number 2 favorite character in this franchise with Bunnie d'coolette from the Archie run of the comics both reboot and pre-boot. My number 1 being Sonic from the story book games specifically the sonic and the black knight game.

I have only ‘recently’ gotten back into being a fan of the franchise about a year ago and most of that time has been me sitting down quietly playing Forces, Frontiers, Shadow Generations and reading first the entirety of the Archie run of the Sonic comics and then later the IDW run of the Sonic comics(i’ll get to fleetway soon i’ve just haven't gotten there yet). As for someone who’s been quiet for most of this time, seeing the Lanolin discourse flare back up because of the Riders arc is very interesting to me.

The big thing that gets me about the majority of it feels disingenuous to me from both sides. I am someone who has been very lucky to have patient friends that are willing to listen to me for a few hours on end talking to them about all of this. I am a Lanolin defender if it wasn’t already clear, so to my fellow defenders please don't go out of your way to call people misogynist(its true that there are some who are, but please be a bit more tactful when you do it) just because they don't like Lanolin. More often than not you're just throwing the wrong label at someone and it’ll just make things worse and poison the water for everyone. To those that dislike Lanolin you need to cool your jets just as hard, calling for violence to be done to her and to kick her out of the comics entirely because she’s been tricked is wild to think about especially because we have characters that are beloved that have been tricked and done way worse then she has that never received this kind of backlash. 

My reason why I think Knuckles, Silver and Shadow haven’t received the same kind of backlash Lanolin currently has is for a few reasons. The first is because all of their mistakes they’ve done have been nearly a decade ago if not longer so there's so much real time that buffers them from receiving such a backlash on top of that. Also we didn't necessarily have places like twitter, tumblr, or reddit back then like we do now.

The biggest reason why I think Lanolin is getting so much backlash where the others never did was (knuckles got it the worst but in the end it was turned into a gag) because of the medium her story is being told in. Everyone else was in a game Knuckles (S3&K, SA1, SA2), Silver (06), Shadow(SA2)  in comparison to Lanolin her’s is in the comics. A medium that is way slower than that of the games, just because of the nature of how long it takes for an issue to come out not including any delay. So I honestly think because of the slowness of comics in general people were allowed to sit and let an annoyance at best (in a games case) fester to hate (because of the comics timeframe).  A sonic game can be done at fastest in a few hours (forces) or a month (Frontiers) and that's not including 100 precenting a game. where in the comics Lanolin’s arc is taking longer than a year and a half and it's still going. 

Comparing her story to the three above we are what 2/3rds ¾ of the way through her personal arc about learning how to be a new leader and the challenges that brings, especially when she’s forced to make a choice that feels right in the moment but is wrong in the long term. People saying you can't compare her arc to Silver, Shadow or Knuckles is being dishonest in my book. The only difference in the way the arcs works is that the three’s arcs are done and hers isn't. Silver and Knuckles were tricked by their villains respectfully and Eggman and Mephiles nearly won because of it. Once they realized what they did they worked just as hard to fix what they messed up. Shadow was ruled by revenge allowing himself to work with eggman so he could get closer to the Ark to get rid of the Earth but Amy and others were there to open his eyes and it nearly cost him his life to fix what he allowed his rage to start.

So we know we aren’t done with Lanolin’s arc yet so why is there so much hate? We are just starting with her being redeemed. Why are people so adamant with burying her? I can't imagine another character in this moment of the comics that deserves her redemption more than her. She’s been here since issue 2 of the run and has been working hard in the background since, to get where she’s at and with her first real mistake and people want to tear all her accomplishments away from her. I don't get it? What I do get is having a casual dislike for her because of the way she talked to Silver and Whisper(misadventure) and Sonic and crew(Riders).

With all of what I have said, can someone please explain to me what I'm missing? Even in the newest issue when she is at her lowest she puts herself in the same position she put Silver in! She gave Tangle and Whisper the same power as before to vote her out because she knew she messed up and she’s not holding herself above any of the consequences she placed on other people. This is admirable she messed up and is willing to lose maybe her only chance to make a real difference in her world instead of doubling down and trying to make herself look right.

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Broken Bonds-Part 26

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, Jay Halstead x Hailey Upton

Mouse comes home for Halloween. You, him, Jay and Hailey dress up to match Addy as the mystery gang

Otherwise known as I love Halloween so now the Kidd sisters love it too 🤷‍♀️

“I swear if you fidget in your seat one more time, I’m kicking you out the car at fifty one and swearing to Voight I have no clue what happened to you” Kevin threatened and you turned in your seat as far as the seat belt would allow to gasp at him playfully “Kevin! I thought you loved me!” He grinned “I do, that’s why I’d leave you at fifty one, also that’s the only way I know I could kick you out the car without you kicking my ass too so it’s a win win”

You shook your head with a laugh “Sorry but I’m nervous as hell. Mouse’s flight will land about one thursday. First time I’ve seen him since he left then on top of that we’re spending the evening with Jay, trick or treating with Addy” “Wasn’t it his idea and isn’t Upton going as his..” you cut him off by saying “Don’t say date! If you say date they both get blushy and stammering. While it’s adorable I need them both slightly verbal”

He laughed and shook his head “You don’t find it slightly weird that you’re playing matchmaker with your baby’s daddy and someone you've been calling your wifey for the better part of the last year?” “I’m not playing matchmaker, I’m just giving them a neutral place to spend time together outside of work” you offered and he nodded “And giving yourself an out by Jay having someone with him instead of being a fifth wheel with you, Mouse, Stel and Kelly?”

You nodded “That too..Kev..Jay could still hate me and it would be understandable. I did something horrible to him” he started to respond but you held up your hand “You’re nearly as bad as Stella so you lost your privileges to defend me. He glared at you for a second before mumbling “Lost my privileges hell, I’ll call the older sister” you couldn’t help but laugh at your partner threatening to tell on you to your big sister. Like you were kids instead of detectives.

“My point is that man could hate my fucking guts and it would be justifiable. I just want him happy too and if Hailey could be that happy and if by me giving a tiny nudge that happens? Is that a bad thing?” he cut his eyes at you “Oh, am I allowed to answer Miss Kidd?” you rolled your eyes “Don’t be a drama queen Kev”

He shook his head “It’s not a bad thing but I do think you need to remember to take a breath every now and then, ok? For me, partner?” you nodded “Ok”

“What are the costumes?” Hailey was whispering when she came to your desk. You looked around, where everyone was either eating their lunches, gone out to follow leads or just not paying attention “Why are we whispering?”

She laughed “I know you don’t want Jay knowing before and I’m not snitching” you laughed “Just as long as you’re ok sort of matching with me, Mouse, Jay and Addy you have nothing to worry about. Me, you and Babygirl will look great”

She grinned “Oh I’m in just from the sound of it. Me, my wifey and babygirl looking good” you shook your head “Wanna get ready with us? Mouse is getting a hotel room near my place since he hasn’t found a new place yet”

“Why is he getting a room? Did you two argue or something?” she asked and you laughed “God no. I wouldn’t know how to make that man mad enough to actually argue with me” “Then why doesn’t he just stay with you?” she questioned and you shrugged because you didn’t want to explain that Mouse was still trying to make sure he didn’t step on Jay’s toes any and he felt staying under the same roof as Addy this soon would be doing so.

“It’s Jay?” she asked and you shook your head “Yes and no. It’s a respect for Jay thing. We know we hurt him and so towing the line here. Him inviting Mouse home for Halloween was a big thing and we both know that. Baby steps” she smiled and brushed your hair back from your face “You are an amazing woman Y/N Kidd” you grinned “So are you Hailey Upton”

Jay walked up the stairs about that time and groaned playfully “Why are you two constantly touching each other?” Adam’s eyes flew up from his computer “Better question is why are they doing that at work?” “Ruzek!” “Ruz” “Adam!”

You almost felt sorry for him when everyone got onto him at one time. He shrugged, laughing “How did it sound? All of you be honest?” you and Hailey cut your eyes at each other and cracked up laughing. Jay tried and failed to glare at you before he cracked a smile too then shook his head “Christ, get to work! All of you” Hailey raised an eyebrow “Don't boss us around” he looked at her for a second then cut his eyes at you and added “Please?”

“Why doesn't he just stay here?” Stella asked, waving a hand around her place. You’d ended up going over there since it was Jay’s night with Addy. “I think he just doesn’t want to intrude on anyone” you offered and she raised an eyebrow “Other words since he can’t stay at your place since he doesn’t want to step on Jay’s toes with Addy, which is valid and I love him for…you plan to take full advantage of a hotel room and the one and one night thing you two got going on until he flies back out on tuesday?”

“Stella!” you laughed and she shrugged “I am not wrong and you know it honey bee! I don’t just mean sex. I don’t see you missing opportunities to sleep in his arms while you know Addy is safe on the nights she was already gonna be with her daddy”

“Would you miss it if it was Kelly?” you asked and she shook her head, a small smile on her face “It’s about time you and Mouse realize that you are kind of meant to be together. You and Jay are each other’s other halves in an entirely different way. You made an amazing little girl together and you will always have each other's backs but you have owned Greg Gerwitz from the moment that man laid eyes on you and babygirl be honest, he has held your heart too. Even when you honestly tried to give it to Jay. I hope you’re right. I hope Jay and Hailey are looking at each other like you think. I hope he can move on and be happy because he truly deserves to find someone he loves as much as Mouse loves you and as much as you love Mouse. Mouse was willing to walk away if you told him to, that takes a lot”

You smiled “I know. I just..I want Jay happy too because I do love him so damn much and no matter what’s happened I know Mouse has love for him too..I just want us all to move forward” she pulled you over into a hug “We’ll get there. Now, did you find the costumes you wanted?”

You nodded with a grin “Hailey is in” she shook her head “At least my sister in law has her head on straight”

I’m home. Gonna check into my hotel. I love you the text came in at one thirty, just enough time for him to have gotten off the plane and made it to the car rental booth. You smiled and sent back Ok. I love you too. Stella will drop off your costume

He hadn’t questioned the mystery costume. You hoped him and Jay would take them in stride? Addy was going to look stinking adorable so that would soothe anything over at least. You and Kevin were finishing up paperwork on some vandalisms. You just hoped it stayed calm so you, Jay and Hailey could actually make through trick or treating.

“What are you up to tonight Kev?” you asked and he grinned “I got a date with that nurse from med” “Ohh that cute one you were talking to when we rolled that guy in for stitches last week that got tossed out the window?” you asked and he laughed “The one you tossed out the window you mean? Yeah, same nurse”

Adam and Kim were going to Mollys which was where Kelly and Stella were gonna head after trick or treating. You and Stella both had always loved Halloween, with Addy it was just looking a little different this year.

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Hailey was laughing while you and her turned in front of the mirror. “You look absolutely gorgeous as Daphne Hails!” the costume you picked her might as well have been custom made to her measurements. The purple looked beautiful with her hair and the two of you had decided to go with boots to match your costumes instead of heels since you would be doing a lot of walking.

She slipped an arm around your waist and leaned her head over on your shoulder “Well I'm suddenly getting all the Daphne was in love with Velma theories cause miss Kidd I'm tempted to ask you to run away with me and Addy before Mouse and Jay can get here”

You shook your head with a laugh, smoothing the skirt “It's not too short since I'll be carrying a baby half the night?” She shook her head “No, it's fine. You have tights on under it, plus Jay will want to carry her some too and my arms are always open to her”

“Thank you Hailey” you told her with a smile and she nodded “Now, come here and take a selfie with your wife before your boyfriend and baby daddy gets here” You scrunched up your nose “That sounds so bad” she laughed “I promise I didn't mean it like that?”

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Jay was considering just keeping his jacket on the entire night. He loved you, he had agreed to letting you pick costumes, Hailey was even coming and neck deep in the matching costumes but this was ridiculous.

Fred Jones, freaking Fred Jones. Honestly he was looking forward to seeing Addy as Scooby-Doo because he knew that was where this was headed as soon as Stella dropped his costume off but why had he let you pick?

He parked in front of your apartment, next to your jeep and was trying to work up the nerve to be in public wearing something so damn ridiculous when he saw another car pull up on the other side of your jeep. He leaned up to see it was Mouse and dear god..he cracked up laughing. He thought he got the bad end of the deal. You'd made Mouse dress up as Shaggy.

Jay got out of the truck as Mouse was locking his rental “She got you too huh man?” Mouse turned towards him with a slight smile “I mean…if Addy is Scooby-Doo she needs the whole gang doesn't she?”

Jay nodded “Yeah, I guess she does. I wonder what her and Hailey looks like” Mouse laughed “Yeah she bragged she was bringing her wife along for trick or treating” “Those two, I'm starting to think are actually going to run off! They're always touching!” Jay laughed and it only got harder when Mouse's eyebrows shot up and he asked “Touching how?”

The two walked up to your door and knocked. Hailey answered after a moment and Jay's jaw dropped. Ok, maybe the costumes weren't so bad after all. She looked fucking heavenly as Daphne Blake. Her bright blue eyes shining as she smiled up at him “Well hello Freddy”

He heard Mouse chuckle lightly behind him “Well that makes sense”

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You could hear Hailey talking to Jay and Mouse as you got Addy into her costume “Baby girl! Daddy is here!” You told her and she giggled.

You scooped her up onto your hip and walked into the living room. All three sets of eyes turned you. “Scooby-Doo is ready to go” Jay grinned and held his arms out “Can I?” You nodded “Of course” and passed her over.

You cut your eyes at Mouse and he was already looking at you “Hey shaggy” he grinned “Hey Velms” Hailey shook her head “Let's get going. Who's riding with who?”

You shrugged “um Jay are you good with babygirl riding with me and Mouse in my jeep?” He gave you a look before saying “No, I automatically assume just because Mouse is here you're gonna stop being an amazing mother to our daughter, cmon sweetheart don't be like that”

You smiled at him “Ok then Mouse and Addy with me, Hails you with Jay?” She nodded “Good with me” “Then mystery gang let's get ready to roll”

You grabbed your keys, phone and jacket and Hailey grabbed your hand then winked at Mouse “Nope, I'm walking her out” Jay shook his head and hit Mouse's shoulder with his free hand “Get used to it. Hailey has had her eyes on Y/N for months”

Mouse just grinned at you before telling Jay “Well Freddy let's walk Scooby-Doo out to the jeep then”

Walking out with Hailey's fingers laced with yours, seeing Jay carrying Addy and Mouse walking next to him? It made your heart flip. Could this all work out? Could you be happy and Jay be happy? Could he and Mouse find their way back to being friends again?

Addy’s giggles as she played with the chain of Jay’s pendant pulled a smile to your face. You hit the unlock on your jeep and Mouse stepped up to open the side door so Jay could lean in to buckle Addy in.

Hailey raised your hand up to her mouth and kissed the back of it “Till later Velms” you grinned when you realized both of the guys were now staring at the two of you so you turned your hands so you could kiss the back of hers “Till later Ms Blake”

Jay cut his eyes at Mouse and to your surprise an honest to god grin slipped on both of their faces. Was it halloween magic or just Addy being right there that was working on the two of them?

Jay cleared his throat “Um Daphne are you coming with me or am I stuck with Shaggy while you and Velma run off?” Hailey winked at you “We’re undecided but I guess I’m coming with you” Jay closed Addy’s door then headed for his truck.

You walked around to the driver’s seat of your jeep while Mouse got in the passenger seat. After you both buckled up and you waited on Jay to back up you backed out of your space and pulled out onto the road behind him. Addy was attempting to sing along with the radio from the sounds she was making and Mouse was finding it adorable. “She already sings better than you sweetheart” he teased and you slapped his thigh lightly “Don’t be a jerk Gerwitz” he grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently “Never love”

You glanced at him when you got to a red light “I’m really glad you’re here” He smiled “I’m glad I’m here too, even if me and Jay look freaking ridiculous while you and Hailey are gonna have every man we pass drooling” you shook your head as the light turned green and you turned your attention back to the road “Is that jealousy I detect in your tone there Greg?”

He grinned “Just a bit because I haven’t seen you in weeks and you look amazing” “Baby I’m dressed as Velma” he nodded “Every tech geek’s first crush” you felt your face warm. Leave it up to him to always find a way to do that. He glanced over his shoulder at Addy “And she is the absolute cutest thing I have ever seen in her scooby doo outfit. Where did you get these?”

You grinned “Kelly knew a woman, he rescued her mom..she cut me a deal” he nodded “Using family favors detective Kidd..have you been in Voight’s unit too long?” you laughed “I dunno, maybe? I am doing some backhanded sneaky stuff trying to kinda push Jay and Hailey into their mutual crush”

He shook his head “Honestly? I don’t think you’re pushing anything. I saw how he looked at her when she opened the door. You’re not picking up on anything that isn’t there. She was looking at him the same way” you squeezed his hand that was still holding yours before taking your hand back “I love you, I haven’t gotten a chance to say that yet” he smiled “I love you too”

The plan was to meet Stella and Kelly at the station house. They had a small festival going on there then some trick or treating then you would take Addy home so everyone else could go out, or well everyone but Mouse he’d go back to his hotel.

You parked your jeep and Jay parked next to you. “What are Stella and Kelly dressed as?” Mouse asked and you grinned “Hades and Persephone” he shook his head “Only the Kidd women” “You must love the Kidd women” he winked at you “Why wouldn’t I?”

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You heard Stella before you saw her “MY NIECE IS THE CUTEST!” Jay grinned as she came running up “Look baby, it’s your crazy aunt Stel who is dressed as a…greek god? “ she nodded “Good eye Halstead” then she looked over all of you “You all look stinking adorable. I gotta get pictures”

“Stel” Jay groaned and you shook your head at him “No sir, it is her first halloween! We show up and show out for our daughter. Isn’t that right?” he met your eyes then nodded “Ok” Stella smiled “Ok, Jay you’re already holding Addy so Y/N tuck in next to Jay so Addy is between you two…Mouse get on her other side and Hailey get on Jay’s other side…If all of you don’t smile I swear I will get Addy then spray the four of you down with the hose”

Her threat alone was enough to crack all of you up. She snapped probably half a dozen photos or more before nodding “Those are perfect! The best mystery gang I’ve ever seen. Three hot detectives, a good looking marshal and the most adorable baby that ever walked”

You shook your head “Now can we enjoy halloween Stella Bella?” she grinned and reached for your arm “Of course Honeybee..grab your wife..boys take Addy to the face paint station and play nice we will return..” you looked at Jay “Are you three good?” he nodded “We’re fine sweetheart” “Yeah you and Hailey have fun” Mouse assured you.

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Jay and Mouse were told to behave not that they had to talk.Mouse did ask for Jay’s phone so he could take photos of him and Addy while Jay held her to get her face painted and he appreciated that. They then went in search of you, Hailey and Stella.

“I know her and Stel haven’t changed so I gather now they just grab Hailey and run too?” Mouse asked and he nodded “Should’ve seen on the fourth of July. You know that permanent bracelet Y/N has?” “Yeah?” Mouse replied and Jay laughed lightly “Hailey convinced me she’d bought only her one to mark her with” Mouse laughed “So she’s been trying to get Y/N?” “They call each other wife even when we’re in the field. Over the coms!” Jay explained, shaking his head.

Mouse was quiet for a moment, gently playing with Addy’s hand since she’d reached out for his “Jay, I’m sorry. I should’ve faced you sooner..man to man. I had no right to do that as quickly as I did and I hate knowing you were hurt because of it. You’ve been good to Y/N..amazing really and you are the best father I have ever seen”

Jay met his eyes and nodded “I’m sorry too Greg. We’re a long way from what we were but her and Y/N are too important to hold onto the anger. I know how much you love her, how much you’ve always loved her and she never lied to me about what you mean to her. We keep moving forward for them both, deal?” “Deal” Mouse agreed with a small nod.

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You weren’t sure what happened between Jay and Mouse or what was said but the air between them somehow felt easier to breathe? You were walking between Jay and Mouse as you went to the next place to trick or treat. Hailey was on Jay’s other side and you noticed just their first fingers were intertwined and felt your heart skip. Two of your best friends were falling for each other.

Addy was starting to doze off on Jay’s shoulder so you nudged him “Um daddy?” he glanced down and laughed “I think Scooby may have just crashed out on us” her little head was burrowed into the bend of his neck and you dug your phone out and snapped a picture “That is too cute” Hailey grinned “Will you send me that one?” you nodded “Of course. Stel sent you the group ones too”

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You were buckling Addy in when you heard Jay step up behind you so you looked over your shoulder up at him “Yes dear?” he grinned “Did you and Mouse want to go out since he has to fly back to Georgia on tuesday?” you shook your head “No, I was just gonna go home with babygirl unless you just wanted her tonight? I figured you and Hailey may want to go to Mollys or something”

A light blush crept up his neck and he nodded “I’ll get Addy tomorrow night and let him know it’s not stepping on my toes..if he’s with you and means it that he’s staying this time that means he’s gonna be in her life” “Thank you Jay” you replied and he smiled “I’m sorry for being so angry with you..it’s just you’re the only one who’s ever stayed and when you told me what happened with him..”

“You thought I’d leave too” you finished and he nodded. You leaned up to wrap your arms around his neck in a hug that he returned fully. “Jay I love you. You are my absolute best friend on this earth. You have seen me through some of my worst days and some of my best. We share a daughter, we’re partners for life honey. Nothing or no one will cause me to leave you” you pulled back and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek “Now, go buy my wife a drink from me and show her a good time”

He nodded “Yes ma’am” then leaned into the open door and kissed Addy on top of her head since she was sleeping “Goodnight baby” he whispered then closed the door however gently he could and it still seal considering it was a jeep.

Once him and Hailey headed for his truck Mouse stepped over next to you and slipped his hand into yours “Have I mentioned how amazing you are?” you laughed “Not in the last half hour plus I haven’t gotten a single kiss. I’m feeling unloved” he laughed and turned to pull you into his arms.

“I love you” he spoke before brushing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss, lips lingering against yours and damn him he grinned when he pulled away and you unconsciously chased his lips “Later sweetheart. We gotta get little miss back to your place so you can get her changed and in bed” you nodded “I know, I love you too by the way” then walked around to get in the driver’s seat while he got in the passenger seat.

Part 27

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Happy Birthday David Dastmalchian 🎂🎉🎁🎈

To celebrate, I'm stealing borrowing from my friend's @polkadotjohnson amazing idea of making a Top 10 Loved/Hottest roles of his, with an honourable mention for both~ Here's 30 of my most adored characters of his with little snippets for each, it's a looooong read, and if anyone else wants to make their own, here's a tierlist I made for this exact purpose 💗💗💗

10.

💘 Love of my Life - Dr Fearless

My cringefail boyfriend, I love every single headcanon I hear about him. He was so damn cute even before I fell in love, and now every time I see him I start giggling and kicking my feet lol 😚 I adore how much fun DD has with him, and honestly I’m gunna dress as a vampire for Halloween this year /)w(\ been like 20+ years but I really really wanna do it!

🔥 Hottest Role - Whistling Marauder (Bird Box)

Mother of mercy. We rewatched the whole movie just for him, so naturally he shows up near the end and then died ;w; but that outfit, holy hell. Oh my god. I’m such a sucker for bad boys and this guy is going around forcing people to stare at this eldrich being that’ll destroy you or drive you mad. And he looks goddamn great while doing it. Gunna attach myself to the chain on his jeans. Okay I’m normal again, what a way to start off the list lmao

❣️ Honourable Mention - Luke (Singled Out)

Douchebag. Shitty brother who’s also great if only to save his own ass. Thief. Pure idiot. Irresistible. I knew the moment I saw the clips on youtube that he would so be my type, and seeing the full pilot only proved that. Dude picked a burger over getting his sister, he would treat me so wrong half the time, but then he’d make me waffles and it’d be all better 😊

9.

💘 Love of my Life - The Writer (Making Love)

This one breaks my heart so much. I’ve been in a relationship like this before, and I really want to save him from his. He’s beautiful, he’s talented, his outfit is hot as hell with all the rings and bracelets and necklaces, not to mention the undone shirt buttons, he’s got the emo bangs, he is the complete package for me. The only reason he isn’t higher is because I fell for many others first. I almost never watched this one because my brain was going haywire trying to imagine what kinda scenes I’d find in something with a title like that, and sure enough my face was so red the entire time since I watched with headphones and it starts with him whispering right in my ear, like him asking, ‘Do you love me?’ nearly made me cry, I love him so much. If I could bring specifically him to life I would love the hell outta him until he stopped needing such a painful, self-destructive fake love with the Woman QwQ

❣️ Honourable Mention - Nick (Love is an Elevator)

This one is just a silly little guy /)w(\ right from the start he’s so adorable, I would melt if anything even close to his interaction happened to me, and him just swooning and saying she was beautiful before bailing in tears is so me-coded TwT I would love to go out on a date with him!

🔥 Hottest Role - Abra Kadabra (The Flash)

Abra was so tricky to place because I love him, but as soon as I remembered his buckle outfit from his second episode I knew he had to go under Hot. Like, again, I’m so weak. I love his attitude, I love how he just wants that applause for his showmanship, his ‘powers’ are cool as hell, and DD has the wand in his home now and I think that’s so damn cool 😊 The reveal with him wanting to bring back his alternate timeline family was so sweet I almost cried, and he definitely didn’t deserve to be killed out so instantly right after his redemption. Not even a fan/watcher of the show, but in my head I’m having Flash warn him about it since he’s from the future, so he’s fine now 😌

8.

💘 Love of my Life - James Lewis (Teacher)

James was also incredibly difficult to place because I love him so much ;w; The entire movie I was rooting for him, guy did nothing wrong in the face of what was going on around him, and granted he did take things too far, but… villains are hot 😳 so I won through that entire movie. And he lived! And kept getting to teach! I remember I pointed at the screen when he was putting books away cause that’s my job lol I felt truly close to him in that short moment 😂 Anyway, Arabella didn’t deserve him, like she wasn't into it from the moment they met, every single time he talked she would do this 😬 guy was going through hell and was very clearly in a bad place all around, I can’t fault him for drunkenly saying the wrong thing if it were me, even if it did really hurt me. Gunna give him a new wedding ring to put on when he gets outta prison.

❣️ Honourable Mention - Hector (Premature)

He’s so cute!!! I may be weak for villains, but I adore his sweeter roles as well, I’m so glad I got to see him. If I moved to a new city and he was my neighbour I’d know I’d be okay, because honestly he needs to be my roommate like yesterday. A chef who’s afraid to cook because of OCD, I’m sure he’d be able to help me with my own cooking from a safe distance, and I already have some practice as my sibling has OCD and is very strict about how her food is handled, so I’ll have come full circle. I just need to make him more okay with cuddles first…

🔥 Hottest Role - Denham (A Killer of Men)

Denham was another one that was hard to place, because that axe twirls makes me insane, but with what little screentime he gets it all evens out. Another great villain, he’s just senseless violence in a bloody wedding dress and he works it. Love the look, love the vibe, if the world ended and the whole gang was coming at me I’d be honoured if he was the one who got me (I swear I’m not that deranged lmao just thirsty)

7.

💘 Love of my Life - Simon Lynch (Almost Human)

Even now I feel like Simon should be higher, especially since I’ve written my fic about him as well as my deep dive. I’ve said it before but my heart really went out to him, the deep dive says way more than I can fit it here, which probably means he should be higher lol so give that (and maybe the fic too 👉👈😌) a read if you haven’t already, all my love for him went into both.

❣️ Honourable Mention - James Harris (The Employer)

Another adorable character, the bar flashbacks had me blushing every time. We all knew it’d be him, but I’m so glad he pulled through at the end. I want this one to be happy, especially after everything he went through. Absolutely cutiepie, gunna be the one to pay for his dinner after he gets home 😊

🔥 Hottest Role - Dwight Pollard (Gotham)

Since I go into all of his roles blind, I had no idea what to expect for this one, but from the start I was hooked. Having him be a crazed cult leader with the biggest, most feral smile and laugh ever stole my heart the things I would let this man do to me sakndskjds I liveblogged his eps to a friend of mine who’s seen Gotham and has been trying to get me to watch it for ages cause I love DC, so she was thrilled as I sat here screaming about everything leading up to his ending :’D I’ve gotten some encouragement to write him, so when I do it’s gunna be so insane I’ll have to tag the hell outta it lmao (btw making these gifs nearly killed me oh my god I need him)

6.

💘 Love of my Life - Joshua Whitmore (Cass)

All the pain I went through trying to get this movie was worth it because it all led to him. I love him, I adore him, I’m so incredibly glad that so many others got to see him and love him too thanks to my trials and tribulations. DD’s only artist role, I got to connect with him on a personal level not shared with the others, and my desire to make sure he’s safe and taken care of is so strong that I wrote 26k about him, they’re two of my most favourite things I’ve ever written. I’ve thrown the ending of the movie out and completely placed it with my own, which can be found in my fics, and until Hugh Schulze DMs me personally and tells me what his vision was, that’s what I’m sticking with forever. So rest easy, he’s free from New York and buyers and dealers and the street and he’s safe and happy and painting again ;w;

❣️ Honourable Mention - Thomas Schiff (The Dark Knight)

The OG, a lot of people’s first roles of his, including mine. I remember seeing this movie in theaters when it came out so that means I saw him up there, on the big screen, and something about him stuck around in my brain until I finally realized my love QwQ Even if he isn’t as fleshed out in my mind to make the actual list, I still needed to include him in some way, I hope he got placed somewhere that wasn't Arkham after Batman stepped in.

🔥 Hottest Role - Cam (Relaxer)

I will never watch Relaxer again. Couldn’t even do it while I was making his scenepack cause so many horrible things happen to Abbie I couldn’t take it. But Cam, oh my god, I need this man. Someday I wanna write this huge fic about the reader trying to date him, and there’s no redemption. He’s still terrible at the end. But that’s what we all love about him, how shitty he is and how the potential is there for him to make us all worse. He sucks, but in the best way, and I kinda need him to maybe bully me please 😳 (making that first gif nearly made me blackout why is he doing pushups)

5.

💘 Love of my Life - Bob Taylor (Prisoners)

When I started adding names to my list of men I loved, Bob wasn't even on it at first I think, despite liking him in the movie. Then I saw more with him and added him to crushes. Now I’m fully in love with him, and he breaks my heart every single day. He was hurting for so long, even when we were watching I couldn’t place the blame on him while the rest of my family were convinced just like Loki that he was the one, but no matter what I couldn’t. The second I saw his sweet smile I told them there was no way it was him, and sure enough I was right. Another character who didn’t deserve what happened to him, I’ve been slowly helping him with my headcanons, but in my personal queue I have a fic planned for him and he will have no more sad days when I do 😭 I also have a bunny plush I’d had for years, my dad bought it for me and it’s been sitting on my bed ever since, and when I’m sad I hold it and pretend Bob gave it to me, it’s honestly got me through some much needed therapy because if he could go about his day with that kind of trauma then I could be brave and call about my own mental health :’)

❣️ Honourable Mention - Lonny Crane (The Belko Experiment)

This one’s a bit of a double whammy, cause I love him, but the switch to violence had me staring 👀 Either way, he didn’t deserve his death, but since it is a killing game type movie he was doomed from the start, at least his seemed instant 🥺 Someday I’ll write a fixit for him too, it was just too much for him back to back to back, he really didn’t deserve his final moments to have him as a villain even though I would really love to be lifted up like that aklskjdskds okay I’m normal again

🔥 Hottest Role - Ray Watkins (The Rookie)

Have you seen this man? No really, have you seen him? The twirl, the shirt lifting on his hips, the cold but also fun villainy, the nonchalance to mask the cruelness underneath. I need him. This one is not a Want, he is a Need and I need him. I hope that he gets to come back in the future to fully wrap up his plot along with the cop’s plot, pleasepleaseplease, otherwise I will die unsatisfied.

4.

💘 Love of my Life - Kurt Goreshter (Ant-Man 1-2)

I believe he might’ve been the second role I’d ever seen, but only after I really got into the MCU after Endgame. I skipped Ant-Man in my original watches, since I was mostly just into the Avengers and Cap (mainly Bucky lol) in general, but when I finally did a full marathon I really enjoyed the first movie. Cannot remember my feelings for him now since it’s been about 4 years, but I do know when I went back to rewatch in March I fell the second I saw him 🥰 the hair, the accent, the outfit AGAIN, and those hand tattoos, this is another Perfect Man. My crush on him is incredibly strong, it told me that yeah I was really starting to fall for DD (at that point I’d just seen Demeter a few times, and then Oppenheimer on accident) and it officially kicked off my marathon that eventually led me to my collection I have today. 

❣️ Honourable Mention - Lester Billings (The Boogeyman)

My family actually watched this without me way before my crush began, so when I saw he was in it I just had to finally sit down and watch it myself. Cue me hurriedly typing to my sibling when he showed up lol this man is SAD! He’s so beautiful and sad, I just wanna make a new family with him (I would be a parent for him, that’s the extent of my love) so he can be happy again. I love the backstory I made up for him way more than the original story, sorry Stephen King but you made him awful and I don’t want that one. I’m gunna save this man and he WILL smile again, that’s a Ray Guarantee.

🔥 Hottest Role - The Vampire (Cora)

Now, to start, this one falls prey to Very Bad Writing Choices. I will not deny that. Like, even with the allegory of the whole thing (that I did not see cause I just saw a short vampire story honestly) it's very much Not Good. But that’s why I’m removing him from the short and keeping him. In fact, go read polkadotjohnson’s fics on him, they’re fantastic and I adore how she wrote him. I someday wish to do my own, because otherwise everyone who can’t look past the Very Bad Writing Choices are getting straight up robbed of this one. Those double fangs need to introduce themselves to my neck pronto, you see what I’m saying? He’s so goddamn hot, DD needs to play a very serious vampire role again so everyone can see the Vision, he wants to do it, I need to win the lottery so I can fund this movie myself, that’s my new life’s goal.

3.

💘 Love of my Life - Jack Delroy (Late Night With the Devil)

The first movie I saw in theaters after my crush began! My friend saw him in a tweet about it and linked me to it so I thought it was already out, but I ended up having to wait two weeks and it nearly killed me ;w; I went in completely blind, which is good cause the trailer spoils so many great shots unfortunately, and the entire time I was swooning. Like, I usually whisper to my sibling during movies if we have comments, we’re very talkative at home when we watch stuff, but this time I was just sitting there staring with hearts in my eyes without pause. I’m in love with this man, plain and simple, I’m so glad I was able to get to see it since it didn’t come to the theater closest, we had to drive an hour away and when dad joked about me paying for the tickets since I was the one who wanted to see it, I did in a heartbeat. I wanted to see it again, but it was only there a couple weeks, so by the time I was able to go it was gone and I’m still upset about it. I’d sell my soul for this man, I love writing for him so much, I’m so glad my crush on Wojchek bloomed just in time for me to see this.

❣️ Honourable Mention - Hank (Virgin Alexander)

I avoided this one at first because the trailer was making me cringe and I was going crazy over what kinda sexy awkward role he’d have in it, but I was pleasantly surprised in the end. I think the movie is actually cute, despite some stuff still making me cringe, and Hank is literally the most perfect boyfriend. If he showed up randomly in my life I would date him in a second, hands down. He’s so shaped like a friend, I know I’d always have fun with him even when we’re not Having Fun, and that’s all you can ever ask for in a relationship 😊

🔥 Hottest Role - Breck Montanari (Double Black)

Okay first of all I gave him that last name. Second of all, I wrote 70k about this man and I am so in love with him that I own him now. I’ve taken him from Sara Woomer, he’s mine now. He has a full past, gave him a future and a partner, there’s no way I couldn’t have fallen in love with him. Unfortunately that fic will never be shared as it’s private, but know that, again, until Sara Woomer DMs me personally and shares everything else about this world, this is my new canon for him. And the cult. And the entire area where he lives. And several of the members. And the new Double Black who was such a chill dude that I made my bff love him too. This is my secret legacy. He only lost out to my #2 because there’s no way he couldn’t be my #2.

2.

💘 Love of my Life - Wojchek (The Last Voyage of the Demeter)

The reason I finally learned his name QwQ I went into this movie blind, dad really wanted to see it and I love horror so I went with him, and the second I saw him I said, ‘Oh that guy! I know that guy!’ since by then I’d seen Kurt and Abner a few years earlier and vaguely remembered him. I spent the whole movie then dreading his end thanks to the opening lines, and I’m pretty sure I quietly yelled at the screen when he fell and then got got after praying he’d be okay TwT After Abner, he’s the first DD role I ever shipped with, and when my crush officially restarted I ended up writing my entire plot for him and Addy that night before bed. I love him so much, he’s my jolly sailor bold who stole my heart by crying over the thought of having to lose his home. He’ll forever own a special place in my heart because of all this, I can’t imagine anyone else taking this spot.

🔥 Hottest Role - Murdoc (MacGyver 2016)

Murdoc was the first TV role of his I checked out after I saw as many movies as I could that interested me (mostly all the ones on Prime sans a couple, my collection was very very small by then) and the moment I saw him be mentioned I was ready to go. The Alice in Wonderland vague text, running and then getting shocked before falling two floors, showing up with that hair, I was not prepared for everything else they were about to throw at me. Murdoc is one of my most favourite characters now, he’s so much fun, I adore everything about him, I’ve only edited with him twice and written him once, but I need to do both so much more! This one is hot as fuck, he’s adorable, he loves his son, he’s got tools, he’s utterly sadistic, he’s a silly little guy. This is another Perfect Man, I cannot wait to decide on his plot with Addy because there’s too many fun possibilities I honestly might just make multiple.

❣️ Honourable Mention - Willy Cunningham (The Domestics)

Now… you might all be thinking… why the hell is this guy a #2 honourable mention in the face of all the others… and the answer is… I’m a freak 😀 I’ll never say, but my eyes were opened to him, and my god, I will literally never be the same. I just need him and that insanely feral energy okay, lemme have this.

1.

💘 Love of my Life - Abner Krill (The Suicide Squad)

The love that started it all, I think I fell for him the moment he walked outta his cell and got teased. The love I feel for him goes so deep, it only compares to one other, and whenever I work on my plot for him and Addy I always get choked up. The ultimate one who didn’t deserve what he got, I actually refused to watch the movie again after he died, straight up did not watch until my marathon started, and as soon as I saw him in that cell it all came back. I instantly fell back in love with him, and thus his Addy plot has the most love put into it to make sure he’s happy and safe. I thought that maybe there’d be another to win my heart as my marathon grew, but nope he’s still there sharing it with my other #1, and seeing him can instantly bring a smile to my face no matter how I’m feeling. 

After the movie I read the trivia again and my crush on DD himself began, so it’s all thanks to him and Wojchek that I’ve met the people I know today and have created so many things in such a short time. When I hit my lowest low in years I just sat at my desk and held the funko I have of him and just cried it all out, and it honestly helped me get out of that spiral. Thanks to him I now have a Polka-Dot Man collection (still missing one figure and maybe a signed print and poster 👉👈🥰) and if I could get a plushie of him to join the ton I already have I’d buy him in a second. Maybe someday, if I have any courage, I’ll bring my funko or something to a con where DD is attending and get it signed, either him or my other #1, and I’ll cherish it forever.

❣️ Honourable Mention - Jude (Animals)

Like all the others, I went into this movie completely blind. I didn’t know DD wrote it or its significance to him until after it was over and the credits rolled. So the entire time I was watching I was falling in love with him, he was so incredibly my type in the moments he was actually happy that it’s insane, I spent the whole movie just saying how much I would date him in better circumstances. We were sadly betting which one of them was going to die as things just got worse, me and my sibling were watching so miserably, and then we were rewarded with a happy ending despite the bittersweetness. And then the credits rolled, after me repeatedly wondering why he’d accept a role like this after knowing at least about his addiction and it all fell into place. I haven’t been able to watch again so far now that I know a lot of what happened to Jude also happened to him, it breaks my heart too much, but I still love him deep down and I hope he was also able to heal after the credits rolled.

🔥 Hottest Role - Johnson (Reprisal)

Tied for first with Abner as the ultimate love of my life and claiming this one all to himself, Johnson is the Most Perfect Man. Literally, no other DD role can top him in my heart aside from Abner. I honestly almost skipped Reprisal entirely because the promo image on his imdb didn’t grab me (I’m such a fake fan I’m so ashamed of myself), but when I was done with everything else and wanted to see more, I downloaded it without ep9 since he wasn't in it, and started watching. What followed next was me falling so in love with the show that I spent forever trying to get that missing episode back from near dead torrents cause I needed to watch it even though he wasn't in it. Reprisal is my Roman Empire, I am constantly thinking about it and him and Matty, not just for my fic but just because I love it all so fucking much. 

Johnson himself is so fascinating, I’m incredibly in love with him and everything about him, he’s unlike any other role DD has played that there’s a complete disconnect in my mind, he’s just Johnson. He’s so goddamn hot I missed out on literally everything the first round because I was watching him so hard, Matty and Ethan were nonexistent to me and I’m madly in love with Matty now so let that sink in, and when I rewatched it immediately after with my parents it was like I was watching for the first time. I’m loving writing for him (and Matty and Ethan of course) so much that my thoughts go back to him daily, and it almost always includes me being on the verge of tears because of how insanely good this script is and how these boys bring me so much joy while also shattering my heart. 

Making the gif below no joke did make me cry like this show is my greatest weakness right now you guys don't even understand how much it and Johnson mean to me.

I need to edit more for him and them and the show in general, if I had endless money and all the confidence in the world I would truly fund this show single handedly so it can finish the way it was supposed to. I’m so mad at Hulu for giving me the greatest love(s) of my life before taking him away years before I’d ever know him, with no physical media or merch to at least collect to numb the pain. At some point I need to get some promo pics printed out as actual posters, I need this show on my wall so I can always see him.

[fangirlingatstuff]

I saw you were doing stuff for epic and I just had to put a request in if that’s ok and if you’re too busy that’s ok too. Sooooooo We all love Mandrake and I thought of this idea where what if once the reader was shrunken down they’d be kidnapped by the Boggans and brought to Mandrake’s kingdom but upon seeing them Mandrake would tell his guards to unhand them and he’d start to kinda sorta catch feelings. And the reader takes a little time getting used to him but can’t deny that he’s kindaaaaaaa. It can be in the form of head cannons or an x reader doesn’t matter to me. if you can’t it’s totally fine but if you can thank youuuu!

I am SO SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG DEAR GOD IM ASHAMED OF MYSELF

I’ve been going through a very bad writers block and havent worked on anything the past two years but Im working on it!

Kts not much, but this is what I have!

Barely a Mandrake x Reader imagine

You’re accidentally shrunk, how, nobody knows.

But you end up captured by equally confused boggans.

When they bring you up to Mandrake, you’re kicking and trying to break free, being very feisty and oh my god you are so cute cursing them all out oh no—

Mandrake orders them to let you go, and apologizes for the boggans before helping you up.

When asked and you tell him you’re a stomper, he’s both annoyed and curious.

Basically makes a reference to MK and your like “Wait this has happened before?”

Mandrake can only huff “Unfortunately”

He decides to take you to Nim so they can find out what to do (and he secretly enjoys having you wrap your arms around his waist)

Mandrake, basically barging into the tree, is shouting while having a hand on your shoulder (and its taking everything out of you to keep your face from burning up) “Nim! Where is that damn inch worm? NIM!”

He turns and looks at one of the white moths that flutter about, frowning. “Where’s your boss?”

Meanwhile Nim is walking by in and nearly has a heart attack before turning around and running behind a corner.

He peeks around and looks at the moth while making the neck slicing motion, “Tell him Im not here!”

“Nim, I hear you, you know.”

Nim smacks his face.

“Heyyyy Mandrake! Uh, what-what can I do for you?”

When Nim comes out and sees you beside Mandrake, mouth gaped open upon seeing a talking caterpillar, Nim freezes.

“Oh no not again.”

[mxstly-melancholy]

William Afton x Detective!Reader Part Two

warnings: fem reader, stockholm syndrome? , knife , regret, silent threats ? lmk if im missing anything.

part one is here.

© 2025 mxstly-melancholy ─ do not copy, repost or translate any of my works on other platforms without my permission.

“W-what-!” You gasp out.

William held the knife closer to you, making you sit very still. You didn’t know what to do. This was the end- surely. There was no way you were getting out of this. 

“You see… I’ve been doing experiments. I won’t bore you with the details.. but I do know someone you can pin the crimes on- and it’ll look legit.” He mumbles into your ear.

Your eyes scan the room anxiously, trying to find any way out of here quickly if he loses his grasp.

“W-who?” You stutter out. Your mind's going a million miles an hour. You tried your best to stay calm. 

“My business partner, Henry. I can plant evidence that makes him look guilty. That is… if you’re gonna be a good girl and let me do what I need to without getting in my way?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. The knife remained close to your neck. 

You’re nearly hyperventilating at this point, “I-is that what you want?”

William hums in response, pulling the knife away.

“That’s not all.” 

You let out an exasperated sigh, falling forward onto your hands.

Behind you, William puts the knife down on the couch. He crosses his legs. 

“What do you want..?” 

He puts a hand under his chin, fake thinking. 

“Well… let’s see..” he uses his foot to kick your back, signaling for you to face him.

You spin around on your knees, scooting backwards in the process. A scowl was written on your face as Williams' arrogant gaze was on you. 

“I want you to keep the police out of my way, and no more investigations at my business.” 

Your eyes flickered with nervousness, “and what if I can’t do that..?” 

William glanced over at his knife on the couch, then back down at you. 

He didn’t need to say anything for you to understand. 

You swallow harshly, knowing the consequences of almost everything happening right now.

This was a bad idea from the start, you should have trusted your gut. Everything is on the line now, including your life. 

Your lips parted with hesitance, unsure of what to say or do now as you sit on the floor in front of him. 

“Nervous little fella, aren’t you?” He gives a cooked grin. 

You flinch at his words, disgust crawling through you. 

“Well I don’t think you want to leave after all this.” He says sarcastically, standing up and stretching. “You’ll have to stay the night… with me.” 

Your eyes widen, there is no way you were going to stay here. He puts his hand out for you, you hesitate but take it, standing up slowly. You rub your neck, small surface cuts along it. You wince, but quickly realize it’s nothing too bad.

William grabs your hand and drags you to his bedroom. He turned the bedside lamp on, and your eyes scanned the room. It was neat, almost too neat. It’s like no one has lived here in years. 

William starts to undo his shirt, your eyes can’t help but wander, looking at his chest as it becomes exposed. The harsh scars that were on his arms continued to his chest and back, and.. further down. 

He notices your stares, and makes no effort toward stopping you. 

He turns his back towards you, starting to undo his belt. 

Fuck it, you thought, you were exausted, and quite frankly you couldn’t give a fuck right now about anything. You take your shoes and jeans off, then your bra, only leaving you in your shirt and panties. You watch as William gathers his clothes off the floor, only in his briefs, and throws them into a basket in the corner. 

You quickly avert your eyes when he turns, making your way into the bed. It was cold, but comforting as you crawled under the covers. You had no energy in you to fight with him about not staying, so you made the best with what you had. 

You feel the bed dip as he gets into bed next to you, his warmth radiating towards you. You wanted to scoot closer by instinct, but you didn't. 

He turns the lamp off, leaving you two to lay in dark silence. 

You lay on your side, your back to him.

“You know..” he says softly, “you almost have me feeling bad.” 

You scoff, “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” 

He giggles, “No… I don’t know. Maybe we can talk through everything again tomorrow- when my head is more clear.” 

You had whiplash from this man, you had no idea what was going on anymore. 

“Okay..” you yawn. “If that’s what you want..” 

William turns, facing you. His hand reaches out, hovering over your hip. He wants to touch you, so badly. It’s been years since a woman laid in bed with him, he couldn’t help it.

Your eyes were closed, unaware of the hovering hand over you. 

He withdrew his hand, bringing it back to himself. He mentally beats himself up, knowing he could easily get what he wanted with some persuasion, but for some reason- whether that be the exhaustion or some other mental factor- He can’t. Not to you. Not anymore. He knows what he did earlier was wrong - he was ashamed, even if she agreed, he felt dirty. 

As if you could hear his thoughts out loud, you turn around and face him, his eyes open, staring at you. You couldn’t see much in the dark, but the moon outside illuminating into the room casted a faint light onto him, just enough to see his face. 

You hesitate, but move forward, and kiss him. He accepts it, his hands coming up to cradle your face. 

After a moment, you pull back and look into his eyes. 

“I don’t know why I did that.” You whisper. 

William gives a soft smile, “It’s okay.” 

His hand moves to your lower back, bringing you in closer to him. You lay your head on his shoulder, his warmth enveloping you. You hum with satisfaction, your eyes falling closed as sleep overtakes you. 

[underforeversgrace]

wrong paper

DannyMay2023 Day 19: No Backspace Challenge

title: wrong paper

words: 665

Summary: Mr. Lancer gets an assignment from Danny that is not right.

DISCLAIMER: This is no backspace, no spell check, no auto capitalization, and no punctuation shortcuts. I'll probably provide a better copy later on because ya girl can't fucking spell. Or type. Or write. Some of the crossouts are my fuck ups. Some are for flavor. ...to hide all my fuck ups.

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Mr. Lancer streched tiredly, blinking sleep from his eyes as he pulled the next essay towards him. Not for the first time, he considered asking Ishiyama to allow him to o go over basic penmanship in class, how could absolutely none of these children write legibily? At least they were workingon a creative writing course so the papers were varied and interesting for once.

Eve i Or at least… some of them were. Thus far, Dash had written about a football star with superpowers, Paulina about marrying a superhero, Mickey wishing he was a superhero…

living in a town with an actual superhero probably influenced some of these papers, if Lncer had to take a stab in the dark.

The next paper he pulled ou was one with a lot of smurdged and crossed out text, no name a t the ti top. The hanwriting was familiar, at least. Mr. Fenton certainly had a… unique version of chicken scratch.

Lancer frowned at the paper as he began to read it. this… didn’t look like the ‘Write A Story’ assignment he’d assigned.

The sear words indicated as much, vulgar languageLancer had never heard Fenton use.

Man, I am so fuckingover this shit. Mr. Popular Asshat shoved me into a locker FOUR times today. I’m so ecsawus exhaush exhausted. I’ve shoved at least 15 ghosts back into the Zoe at Zone this week. It’s Wednesday. Wednesday!!! Skulker has come for my pelt four times alone. 

Oh I forgot the date - it’s Jan 23 26 2005.

honestly I should be working on my stupid paper for English class for Lancer. But what stoy could story can I possiblytell that isn’t less ridiculous than my actual life? or whatever the phrase is. My life is everal way too wild, more than anything I could imagine up.

Like… I’m a half dead teenager. I’ve been dead for nearly a year and no one’s noticed. I fight for my life everyday. I’m a superhero with a secret iedentity and best freind/sidekicks - though if I eevr called them sidekicks to their faces again I’m getting side-kicked in the face. I’ve even got extra bonus points! My parents want to dissect me, I’m failing school. Hell, I’ve even got an evil alternate timeline version of myself that caused the fucking end of the world.

The TV shows make it look so easy. so do th e comics. I’m so tired. I’m only 14, I’m not supposed to be atri sk atrisk at risk of getting murdered daily. Well, not this high of a risk. I don’t want to live like this. But if I stop fgihting, trying, I’ll be dead within a week.

It isn’t fair. Life isn’t fair and neither is death.

Still, might be a cool story idea.

A teenage slacker who gets electrocuted by his parents invention, dies, and get brought back halfway. Turns into a ghost and saves people while his human life seems to wither and die around him. Is constantly hunted and villified when he just wants to help.

Yeah. My life as Phantom would make a hell of a story, wouldn’t it?

Lancer stared at the paper in confusion. It certainly sounded like a wonderful fictttitious story… but somhow it didn’t seem like fiction. It seemed more like a journl entry.

Lancer turned to his computer, pulling up the local news website. It wasn’t hard to find an article about Phantom, he was in the top three stories.

PHANTOM SAVES 13 FROM OFFICE FIRE

Lancer studde studied the article, blowing up the picture of Phantom’s dace. Of Danny Phantom’s face. He opened up another screen, pulling up the student files (complete with pictures). He pulled up D. Fenton’s file, several alerts coming up about truancy, tardis, tardies, absences, missed assignments n fa and failing grades. Lancer enlarged the human boy’s photo and sat it side by side wth the one of Phantom.

Change the coloration… and these two were identical.

Oh no.

Ohno.

Oh no.

[justforbooks]

First Class, Low Class, No Class: The Passenger Hall of Shame.

I’M OLD ENOUGH to remember when people dressed up to fly. I remember my dad putting on a tie before we left for the airport. And that was as recently as the early 1980s.

One of the reasons, though, that people once took flying so seriously, is that so few of them had the means to partake in it. Not all that long ago, only a fraction of the population could afford to fly on a regular basis. Flying today is far cheaper than it used to be. As a result, almost everybody does it.

And as the demographics have changed, so have the levels of behavior. This we’d expect. With nearly four million people flying every day of the week, across every strata of culture and class the world over, standards of decorum are going to fall. That’s fine, and I don’t want to sound snobbish about it. Maintaining simple dignity doesn’t require anything too formal. I have no problem, for example, with people wearing shorts and sandals onto a plane.

But there comes a point, and what I do have a problem with, is the idea that otherwise reasonable protocols of civility, manners and courtesy cease to apply when you’re at an airport or on an airplane.

I’ve never been privy to a full-blown “air rage” incident, but I’ve witnessed countless instances of shameful behavior: passengers cursing at airline staff; stealing from the liquor carts; leaving soiled diapers in seat pockets; etc., etc. Why, for example, do so many airline passengers find it acceptable to throw their garbage and food all over the cabin floor, then mash it into the carpeting with their feet? You don’t do this in a restaurant. Why is it okay on an airplane? It tends to be small-scale stuff — rudeness and a lack of elementary courtesy — rather than anything violent or overtly hostile, but that doesn’t excuse it.

Here is just some of what I’ve witnessed over the past several months…

I am at the airport in Dubai one early morning, waiting to catch an Emirates flight to Boston. I’m sitting in the boarding lounge when I hear a strange noise coming from behind me. Snip, snip snip, click, click, click. What is that?

I turn around, and what do I see? The guy directly behind me — a young guy in his twenties — is sitting cross-legged in his chair. Both of this feet are naked, and he is clipping his toenails. With every snip and click he splits away another crescent of toenail, which he drops into a growing pile next to his left knee.

Would you take off your socks and start clipping your toenails in a movie theater? In the waiting room at your dentist? Most people would feel uneasy doing it in the woods, never mind at an airport boarding lounge in front of three-hundred people. And while I don’t want to watch, I feel that I have to. Because I need to know what he’s going to do with that big, disgusting pile of trimmings once our flight begins to board. Is he going to collect them up and carry them to the trash? Or will he brush them onto the floor?

What do you think he does?

On another occasion I am at Kennedy Airport, in terminal four, down near the Virgin America gates. A woman and her young daughter are sitting on a bench-seat right along the edge of the corridor. The daughter is four, maybe five years old, and she’s holding a tall plastic cup brimming with round, colored candies. They’re marble-shaped candies, possibly peanut M&Ms. All at once, with no warning, the girl takes the cup and flings the entire thing onto the floor. It’s an impressive spectacle, I have to say, as hundreds of tiny orbs go clattering across the carpet, coming to rest in a great fan-shaped display of color. People turn and stare. And what does the woman do?

She stands up, takes the girl by the hand, and the two of them walk silently away, leaving the entire mess — even the plastic cup — sitting there for some unfortunate janitorial worker to sweep up.

Meanwhile, people are kicked off planes all the time for acting, and even dressing, obnoxiously. In Boston recently, jetBlue denied boarding to a young woman because they felt her shorts were too revealing. Apparently, though, a t-shirt emblazoned with the words FUCK LOVE in giant block letters is within the boundaries of decency?

I’m not a prude. Nonetheless I’m dying to understand when and how this sort of thing become acceptable. And I’m imagining this same attire in a different context. In the bleachers at a baseball game, for instance. Would that be okay? Would the guy be asked to leave? Wouldn’t he be harassed by parents who’d brought their kids along? There are plenty of little kids at airports, so why is it different here? And which is more troubling, the fact that he’s being accommodated, or the fact that somebody rude enough to put on a shirt like that exists in the first place?

I’m reminded of a shirt that was all the rage a few years ago in Asia. It was a sleeveless tee bearing the grainy image of the model Hedi Klum. She was topless, biting her lip and sticking her middle finger at the viewer. After six days in Thailand I must have seen five hundred tourists — all of them women, whatever that means — wearing these distasteful and hostile things.

Next we have Ms. Stinkytoes, luxuriating in her Emirates first class suite. She shows us that boorishness these days isn’t merely for the louts in steerage. Are these the same people who buy elephant ivory and rhinoceros horns? And the privacy of her suite is no excuse (couldn’t she at least have closed the doors?). Maybe I’m overreacting to this one, but how is this any more appropriate that resting one’s bare and splayed toes on a restaurant table? This is still, for all intents and purposes, a public place, and somebody else is going to be occupying that cubicle a few hours from now. And for crying out loud, they give you socks and slippers!

What is it? Is it the stress? Is it the contempt people harbor for the airlines? Whatever the causes, flying has a way of bringing out the worst in people.

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thinking about doing porn writing commissions but i have no idea how much ppl charge for that sort of thing

here's a thing i wrote a few years ago. not necessarily all gonna be this long. also doesn't have to be in first/second person.

(kidanpping, cnc, gangbang)

You caught my eye when I was out one day, and I’ve been watching you since. Waiting for the right time to take you.

It’s easy to manage when you’re not expecting it, and the drugs made sure you didn’t put up much of a fight.

I tossed your limp body in the trunk of my car and drove out to the cabin, where my friends are waiting for a boy’s weekend.

When I arrive and get out of the car, greeting my friends, one of them goes straight for the trunk. It was a long drive, and I gave you a small dose - didn’t want to have to wait around to start our fun. But apparently I should have given you a little bit more, because you manage to jump out and slip past my friend, making a run for it into the woods. 

I shake my head and tell my friends that I’ll deal with it. I could tell as you ran off that you’re still unsteady on your feet. Head start or not, you won’t be hard to catch. 

I jog off after you, not in any hurry. After all, we’ve got the whole weekend.

You stumble through the trees, trying your damnedest to run, nearly losing your balance over and over. But you don’t fall. Not for a while. Until it gets harder and harder to right yourself, with the uneven ground and the world spinning around you. 

And then you hear a whistle. Not a songbird - distinctly human, and too close for comfort.

You trip on a branch and tumble down a dirt decline.

“Come on, baby,” you hear a voice ring out as you sit up and catch your breath. “Cabin’s back this way!” 

You try to stand, but your legs give out and you fall back onto your hands and knees. Maybe it would be better to try to hide and steady yourself for a bit.

And then you hear the whistle again. 

It’s hard to pinpoint where it’s coming from, but it’s definitely closer. 

Adrenaline fighting the remaining drugs in your system, you support yourself on a tree and clamber to your feet. You look back the way you came, and lock eyes with me. Just standing amongst the trees, watching you. 

I smile.

You take off running, and so do I.

It’s less than a minute before I tackle you to the ground. 

Your cheek pressed into the cool dirt, you can feel my weight pressing down on top of you. My fingers tangle into your hair and pull your head back.

“You were a bad boy running away like that,” I say. “Making me run out here after you, making all my friends wait....”

You only whimper in response. I shove your face back in the dirt. 

“And bad boys get punished.”

I pull your arms behind your back, holding your wrists together. You can feel hard plastic tighten against your skin as I fasten the zipties. My weight shifts off as I take hold of your waistband and begin to pull your pants down.

“No, no!” you protest, trying to squirm away, kicking your legs out. 

I put a hand on the back of your head, shoving your face down into the dirt.

“Shh, shh,” I hiss at you.

“Get off of me!” you growl against the ground, continuing to struggle.

You hear a click before I yank your head back and press the cold edge of a knife to your throat. 

You go still instantly.

“Shhhh,” I hush again, more gently this time. “You’re going to be a good boy for me now.”

I pull the knife away and stab it into the ground in front of your face, letting your head rest against the dirt again. You feel the chill exposure to the air as I pull your pants and boxers down around your ankles.

There’s nothing to do but close your eyes and wait. You shudder as my hand runs over your ass, then jerk and moan when a finger slips in. 

I don’t take much time trying to work you open before my hand disappears. You try to look back, and catch a glimpse of me stroking my cock, getting ready to line it up with your entrance.

Your eyes go wide.

“It - it won’t fit!” you gasp.

I shush you again, pushing your head back down.

“It will,” I say with confidence.

My hand grips your hip as I line up and start to push inside you.

You gasp and tense up.

“No, please - it’s too big!” you beg.

“Make this easy on yourself and relax,” I say, pushing in further. “It’s going in.”

You moan and shudder as I make good on my word, pushing in inch by inch. I pull back a bit, and then slide in the rest of the way.

You whimper beneath me, feeling like you’re going to be split open. But as I begin to slide in and out, your body begins to adjust. Despite everything, it starts to feel good.

I start to pick up speed and get into a rhythm. I grip your hips and pull you back toward me. You gasp every time I slam into you. 

I grab your hair and pull back as I roll my hips into you. You’re moaning like a whore beneath me, and you can hear me laugh, but you can’t stop. 

I shove your head back down, holding it there, pressing your face into the dirt. My other hand tightens the grip on your hip, my fingernails digging into your skin. You can tell I’m getting close - my thrusts coming quicker and frenzied, knocking you forward with each thrust. Finally press against you and hold there as I cum inside you. 

I sigh contentedly and let go of you, pulling out. You whimper at the sensation, panting against the cool earth. I pull your pants and boxers back up around you, not wasting time cleaning you up. It’s not like you’re done for the night, anyway.

I haul you to your feet and have to support you as we walk back to the cabin, your hands still ziptied behind you.

When I drag you through the door of the cabin, you can see a group of my friends sitting around waiting for us.

“Took you a while,” one said. 

“Catching him was easy,” I said, shoving you forward. “But since you already wasted my time letting him escape, I decided not to waste any more.”

“You fucked him already?”

“I picked him out,” I said. “I had first dibs anyway. In fact, you’re going last. And I should get a bonus for having to run.”

I plop down on the couch, undoing the front of my pants. Another one of my friends circles around you like a vulture. He runs his hands over your ass, under your shirt. You’re too afraid to do anything as he comes around in front of you and undoes your pants, pushing them down to the floor and lifting your feet out of them.

“Bring him over here,” I say from the couch.

My friend grabs you by the hair and leads you over. I look up at you with dark eyes.

“On your knees.”

You hesitate only a moment, but my friend pushes you down in front of me. I spread my legs.

“Well,” I say. “Be a good boy, now.”

You look around helplessly, only to be met with expectant, hungry faces.

“Um…” You roll your shoulders uncomfortably.

“Oh,” I say, digging a knife from my pocket. I pass it to my friend. “Cut his hands free.”

My friend kneels down behind you. You feel cold metal press against the skin on your wrists, and then the plastic gives way. They pass the knife back to me over your shoulder.

You bring your arms in front of you, rubbing your wrists. You look up at me hesitantly, as if hoping to find mercy in my eyes. Clearly you find none, as your eyes drop down to the task at hand. 

Shakily, you run your hands over my thighs. You lick your lips, looking up at me one last time, before reaching out to stroke my cock. With a trembling breath, you lower your head and lick the tip. You glance up nervously, before licking a long stripe up its length. 

I run my fingers through your hair, gently this time, and let you know you’re doing well. You give a small nod and and a deep breath, before taking me into your mouth. I settle back against the couch.

My friend is still kneeling behind you. He runs his hands up your thighs and under your shirt. You pull away from me and start to turn to look back at him. I catch your chin, pulling you to face me again.

“Don’t worry about him,” I say. “Worry about me.”

You gulp and give a small nod. I release your chin and you put your lips on me again. You begin to suck my cock in earnest, taking more and more of me into your mouth.

Behind you, my friend pushes his cock into your already stretched hole. 

You flinch and begin to draw away from me, but I grab the back of your head and force it back down. You choke and splutter on my cock, but I don’t let go. I pull back just a moment to let you catch your breath before thrusting up, causing you to choke again. My friend thrusts hard enough into you that you’re pushed forward and gag. I have to let you up to breathe, tears streaming down your face.

“Puh-Please,” you cry. “I can’t….”

“Of course you can,” I say. “You don’t have any other options.”

I grip your hair and pull you back down, muffling your whines with my cock as I force it into your mouth. I give you enough slack to bob your head, but as I start to get close, I tighten my grip and hold you in place as I fuck your face.

It isn’t long before I have both hands tight in your hair, unloading into your throat. You gag and struggle to swallow it down. 

I release your head, letting you cough and gasp for air. 

My friend sits back and pulls you onto his lap. You whimper as he thrusts up into you, and gasp when he reaches around to stroke your cock.

I watch with amusement as you pant, eyes wide, bouncing on my friend’s dick.

“You know,” I say, leaning forward with a smirk. “My friend is a big softy. I bet he would let you cum if you asked nicely.”

“Please! Please! Please!” you gasp out.

“Please what?” my friend asks, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Please let me cum! Please, please let me cum!” you beg, no longer caring where you were or who was doing this to you.

My friend chuckles and starts stroking you more earnestly. You gasp and shake as you cum against his hand. As you start to come down from your own orgasm, my friend pushes you forward onto the floor and starts to rut into you. You squeak and whimper with overstimulation, but it doesn’t take long before he’s groaning, emptying out inside of you. 

He pulls out, leaving you fucked out and boneless on the floor, breathing heavily.

“All right,” I say, looking to the rest of my friends. “Who’s up next?”

[gogtopia]

i wrote a little dteam ficlet for one year of the florida meetup + day two of inktober (prompt was spiders!)

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“Dude, can you help me with something?” Sapnap asks, barging into George’s bedroom without bothering to knock or send him a courtesy text or fucking say something. What if he’d been naked?

Though, to be honest, he shouldn’t really expect him to knock by now. They’ve lived together a year and Sapnap barges into his room almost every day. He used to be more polite— he knows that he and Dream were always incredibly courteous of each other— but as soon as George moved in that all kind of went out the window.

“No, idiot,” George says immediately, not looking up from the TikTok playing on his phone. After a beat of silence, he meets Sapnap’s stupid sad little eyes and the annoying little wrinkle in his brow that’s only ever there when he’s stressed. He lets out a sigh. “What is it, Sapnap?”

“You have to come see for yourself.” If the look in Sapnap’s eyes wasn’t so grim, he would think that he was getting pranked. What could have possibly happened in his room that requires George to go help with it? He only got to L.A. like two days ago.

But George decides to humor him, pushing out of bed and following Sapnap down the hallway. He was getting sick of watching TikToks anyway. At least helping Sapnap might be marginally less boring.

When they get to Sapnap’s doorway he pauses with his hand on the doorknob and takes a shaky breath. “I’m gonna let you in and close the door behind you. Once you’ve taken care of the fucker, let me know and I’ll let you out.”

“Wha-” he starts, but Sapnap shoves him into the room and slams it shut behind him.

George turns around and goes for the knob for a fucking explanation but Sapnap is fucking holding it shut. What the fuck could warrant him holding the fucking door shut with George inside the room?

George looks around the room for a second to see what Sapnap could have been referring to. It’s nearly spotless— Sapnap is actually about ten times cleaner than he’d expected him to be— except for the messed up sheets of a hastily deserted bed and the half-empty cup of water on his nightstand.

Then he spots it, crawling up the side of the windowsill. It’s a spider, smaller than most of the ones that George sees back in Florida. He doesn’t know much about spiders other than that they’re disgusting-looking but he’s pretty sure that this one is harmless. It’s just a normal fucking spider and Sapnap is freaking out and locking George in the room with it. He’s never going to fucking let him live this down.

George thinks it looks fucking gross but he doesn’t actually want to kill it. He also doesn’t particularly want to touch it either, which puts him in an interesting dilemma. He’s not going to lie to Sapnap about it— if he was going to fuck with him, it would be much better to do that with a caught spider instead of one that’s still loose on the windowsill.

The idea hits him and he grabs a piece of paper off of Sapnap’s desk before running across the room and chugging the rest of his water. He wrinkles his nose as he drinks it. Definitely last night’s water instead of something fresh.

Careful as he steps toward the windowsill, George slams the cup over the spider and quickly slides the paper underneath, yelping as he pulls it away. It’s a success: the spider is in the cup and he can relocate it to the outside world.

“Let me out,” he says, kicking the door lightly. “I’ve neutralized the threat for poor, scared little Sapnap.”

The door slowly creaks open. “Shut the fuck up, dude.”

George removes the paper and holds the cup out toward Sapnap for a second, earning a scream as he scrambles back into the wall.

He hears a door click open across the hallway.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Dream asks, rubbing his eyes as he emerges from his room. He looks like he just woke up, which is probably true. He’s sick as shit right now.

“I liberated a poor, innocent spider from Sapnap’s room.” George slides the paper back over the cup before it can climb out and kill Sapnap via the heart attack he’ll have when he sees it loose in the hallway.

Dream rolls his eyes and snatches the cup and the paper from him, marching back into his room and throwing open his window. He drops the spider out into the street below and closes it. “All taken care of.”

George turns to Sapnap. “What do you do when you see a spider back home? They’re everywhere.”

Sapnap looks sheepishly at the ground. “Dream handles the spiders, dude. I just didn’t want to wake him up since he’s sick.”

“He called my mom to take care of it once when I wasn’t home,” Dream adds with a laugh.

“It’s not fucking funny,” Sapnap says with a scowl. “Some of those fuckers are fucking poisonous.”

“Venomous,” George corrects.

He turns to glare at him. “Shut up, dude.”

With a sigh, George slings an arm over his shoulder. “It’s okay, Sapnap. Now you have two people to take care of the spiders for you.”

And even though he’s still kind of glaring at him, Sapnap looks like he’s kind of relieved. Even though George likes to give him shit— that’s the nature of their friendship, after all— he clearly knows that he’s as much of a friend of his as Dream is.

It makes George happy to be home with his best friends, on the anniversary of his trip to Florida, no matter where that home is.