#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.”

[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 😊

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

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.

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💘 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.

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💘 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.

[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.

[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.”

[silhouetteonpaper]

The Worthy Widow

Summary: The only life you know of is that of a Widow. Years of mindless devotion to every mission, every task, and every order; the same daily routine involving training sun up to sun down. But what happens when your training is interrupted by an enemy target whom you can’t identify? Yelena Belova x Reader WC: 2520 A/N: Multiple posts in one day?? 👀 I’ve been trying to write out all my ideas and I can’t help but post this one too!! Warnings: Combat, gun use, mind control, the Red Room

THE WORTHY WIDOW

You stood in the center of a low-ceilinged room. It was lined with soft glowing red lights, creating a dim atmosphere for the girl hard at work in its interior. You were practicing combat alone, performing various stunts across the rows of mats on the ground. Silence filled the room, the only sounds coming from your soft landings, grunts, and the low buzz of the lights.

You seemed to be immensely focused on your training at hand, your mind almost blank as your body took over the movement. Your gaze was fixed forward, giving the direction your body chose full control. You were well put together, your hair pulled back into a braided style that swayed as you flipped around. You wore a form-fitting black long-sleeve shirt and leggings, embellished with small lines and etchings to keep it flexible enough for intense movement. Your eyes were nearly soulless, like there was no human behind the body. Yet you continued to move as your mind remained empty and compliant with the task.

Your focus quickly broke as another sound joined the soft buzzing light. Your senses heightened as you suddenly turned her head to see a blonde girl with a gun propped up, pointed straight at you from across the room. In a split second, you had pulled your own gun out, matching the blonde’s form perfectly.

A traitor. Kill her. You thought, the only thing occupying your body and mind now was the task to kill this stranger. This intruder, who deserved to die. Nothing else crossed your mind as the two of you slowly stepped toward each other, guns pointed directly at the other’s head. You moved in unison, both being extremely skilled at your trade and each knowing it.

You made the first move, pretending to draw your own gun when instead using it as a distraction to knock the blonde’s to the floor. As her gun crashed into the ground, the blonde looked up with an offended expression, grabbing your gun and pushing it down with substantial strength. She was angry now, and clearly wasn’t going to let you get away with a counter attack.

Yet, she knew you would be a challenge as you both were talented combatants. The blonde grabbed you by your shoulders, pushing your back against the nearby wall. You fought back, trying to use your legs to push her off. You both went back and forth, flipping around the wall and floor in an attempt to take each other down.

You weren’t furious, you weren't scared, you were only focused, and the blonde took that to her advantage. As she quickly escaped from your grasp for only a moment, she ran across the room, kicking a rack of weapons in front of you. In your haste to kill the blonde, you didn’t take a moment to notice the rack, tripping over it and landing face first on the ground.

The blonde quickly got on top of you, making sure to restrain your hands that were already planning a counter attack. She used primarily her right hand, her left hand occupied with something else in her coat pocket. You couldn’t see, facing downward on the mat, but you didn’t care. All that coursed through your mind was killing this intruder.

“This is going to be scary, but you will be okay.” The blonde spoke. Still caught under her, you ignored the words, not caring what they meant as they had no meaning to you in your determined state. The blonde smashed open a small, vile shaped object on the mat, red particles flying everywhere. You breathed it in, wheezing as your eyes began to widen and red particles filled your chest.

The blonde quickly got off you, giving you space as you flipped onto your back trying to find air. The red particles stuck to your face for a moment before slowly fading. Your eyes, although full of terror, had a little more color to them. Something changed inside you, your mind suddenly racing like something within you had awoken. “Welcome back.” The blonde stated with a smirk, a few steps back now.

You breathed rapidly, propping yourself on an elbow as you looked around and sat up slightly. You leaned to the side, trying to get in more air. It felt like there wasn’t enough in the dark room, one that just a second ago seemed so familiar. But now it felt like a completely different space. You looked down at your hands, then your legs. You couldn’t comprehend what happened as she looked up to see the blonde smiling down at you. Sitting up completely now, you drew back slightly, pulling your own body in close. Who the hell is this girl? You thought, looking at the blonde, but suddenly asking the same thing about yourself.

“Don’t worry, I’m here to help you.” The blonde said, noticing your increasingly nervous state. To you, this blonde was a stranger, whom you only saw as a threat. In your confused state, you had no clue what happened or if you could even trust the blonde who was just attacking you. But for some reason you were attacking back? And you had no clue why.

The blonde on the other hand, knew exactly who you were. She needed to locate you and do this for an important reason, one she experienced for herself not long ago. “I’m Yelena Belova.” The blonde spoke, extending a hand out to you. You lifted your gaze to her hand, a kind gesture that you hadn’t seen in years.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You answered, hesitating before taking Yelena’s hand and standing, quickly letting go. You shook your head in an attempt to reorient yourself, now standing on two feet and brushing yourself off from the small fight. You glanced quickly at the fabric that surrounded your body, unsure why you were wearing something so uncomfortable.

“Where are you from, Y/N?” Yelena asked as she took another step back again, still attempting to give you space as you tried to process.

“Y/C…” You paused before continuing, looking up to meet Yelena’s eye contact. You weren’t sure if you could trust this other woman, and you didn’t want to give her too much insight on your personal information. “I’m from there originally, but was brought here when I was young.” You finished, obviously leaving out other important details. But what you didn’t know was that Yelena already knew of those details you spared. Because Yelena inhaled the same red particles just a few years ago as you did today.

She knew that you only were brought to this glowing-red base because you were taken from your family at a young age, just like Yelena was when she was a child. But she didn’t speak up about her silent knowledge of your  past, she let you start with processing the episode at hand first.

“I’m sorry, but what the hell?” You stated, your stomach in knots as you weren't aware of what just occurred. It felt like the other moment, your mind was empty, like someone else was feeding it and directing your body to continue the task. But now, you could hear all of your thoughts racing inside, letting you choose if she wanted to blink, move your arm, or continue to attack the blonde.

Yelena took a deep breath, obviously knowing something you didn’t. “You were under mind control, chemical subjugation. You remember that procedure you had done, the one that made your mind a blank void?” Yelena reminded. Your eyes widened, shocked at the memory that now flooded back to you, as well as startled you that Yelena knew about it too.

“That’s how they do it, they alter the way your mind works, so it’s no longer your mind. The Red Room, you were under their control. One of their Widows” She explained. You let out a small cry, covering your mouth as you felt the past flood back. All of the experimentation, physical training, being pushed past your breaking point, up until the moment you had that procedure where everything went blank inside.

It was like you could recall all of the things you did, but it wasn’t you doing them. Like you were watching a TV show, replaying all the memories from when you were brainwashed. Most of them were still foggy, but the impact of realization was hitting you hard. You held a hand to your stomach, feeling nauseous with anxiety.

“Before you freak out, we need to get out of here. You’re not fully out of their reach until we get you out of the building, okay?” Yelena tried to explain calmly, knowing Widows still under mind control could burst into the room at any moment. You breathed deeply and nodded, grabbing your gun from the floor. Yelena watched you cautiously, knowing you were probably still confused and dazed. But there was little time to waste, as the two of you needed to make a quick escape.

Yelena motioned to the door of the room, peeking around the hallway with her gun propped up before fully exiting. You followed closely, copying Yelena’s movement. You weren’t sure if the other Widows would try to stop you, if they could even tell you weren’t brainwashed anymore. It hurt you knowing you’d have to leave behind the girls you’d lived with for most of your life. There was little time to dwell on it though, as bullets began to ping past your head.

A few Widows rounded the hall, aiming at Yelena to start, then slowly splitting their focus between the pair of you as they realized you weren't shooting at the blonde. You looked closer at the Widow's faces, now seeing the dullness behind their expression. Their eyes had minimal color, and there was no thought or soul behind them. They looked blankly at their task, their mission: the two intruders they needed to kill.

Yelena pulled you sharply down a different hallway, away from the firing assassins. You flinched at her touch, your legs nearly buckling at the quick movement before you ran with Yelena down the completely white hallway. Bullets echoed behind you two, but Yelena didn’t stop. It’s like she knew the building well, like the back of her hand. You shook your curiosity about Yelena’s familiarity with the place, running closely behind.

The hallway opened up into a large corridor, a tall archway at the end leading to a landing pad outside. A small, black jet stood right in view. You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure of who’s jet that was. The Red Room mostly used white jets that were larger in size, unlike the slim, low profile black one in front of you. You quickly found out though, as Yelena kept her eyes glued to the sleek jet.

As she stepped outside onto the pad, you stopped in your tracks. Over the edge of the small landing pad was… well- nothing. Like a cliff in the sky, it seemed the building was high up in the clouds.

“What are you doing? C’mon!” Yelena yelled, stationed at the door of the jet. You looked past the jet, down towards the abyss of blue below.

“Widow 568.” You spoke as you stepped to the front of a long line. Behind you stood more young girls, each wearing the same black combat suit equipped with a small pistol. A woman nodded towards a man, who then placed a needle into your neck, your body going limp into his arms as you were then loaded onto a large plane. The girls behind you were unfazed, keeping their gaze ahead with blank stares and soulless eyes as they slowly stepped forward in unison.

“Y/N!” Yelena shrieked. You quickly turned your attention back to the present, lost in the memory that found its way back. You realized the reason you were so shocked to see the building in the sky: every time you left the premises for a mission, you were sedated for security. All of the Widows were. You shook your head, now hearing the approaching footsteps of the Widow’s with guns at the ready. Yelena shot a few bullets as you stepped into the open jet door, Yelena swinging in behind.

She quickly got into the pilot's seat as you reached out, shooting the last few bullets while the jet quickly departed. The blue slowly surrounded the black aircraft as the building grew smaller, the jet door closing automatically while the sky encapsulated it. You sat in one of the tan leather seats, noticing the nice interior of the jet before looking out the window and slumping as you breathed deeply to ground yourself.

“Now that neither of us died, you can freak out.” Yelena spoke, breaking the silence. She wore a soft smirk, a kindness in her eyes towards your overwhelmed state. You chuckled slightly, your eyes still full of worry. It felt good to laugh, something you hadn’t done for so long. A real, true laugh, paired with the feeling of joy in your throat, it was a relief. Unfortunately, the anxiety soon found a way back in, now replacing your small laugh with a dreadful feeling. Your frown grew as your eyebrows caved inwards, now looking out to the empty sky.

“Where are we going?” You asked, keeping your eyes locked on the view outside. You were still unsure of your trust for Yelena, but the fact that she rescued you won her some points. After being broken from the chains of the mind control, you could see clearly how terrible the Red Rooms actions were even with foggy memories.

“To the Avenger’s compound. The rest of my team is there waiting. We train there, work there, and some of us live there.” Yelena answered, glancing back to see your continued worried state. “Don’t worry, they might be superheroes but I promise they are nice. Can’t say they are as great as me but…” She joked. You smiled softly, looking down to your hands in your lap. You fidgeted with the fingerless gloves of your shirt, pulling at the fabric.

“We’ll help you get on your feet, then you can go back to wherever you originated from.” She continued. Your frown quickly returned at Yelena’s words. You looked up at her, regardless of the blondes eye’s being focused on the sky ahead.

“I don’t have anywhere to go.” You stated blankly, knowing that you were taken at such a young age you had nothing to your name. You never had a chance to build a life for yourself. Your past was still blurry, but regardless you knew of no family, friends, or even of a place to crash. You would have to start from scratch.

Yelena’s expression saddened, seeming to understand your words completely, almost to heart. She quickly plastered on the kind smile again, glancing back once more as she spoke. “Don’t worry, we will figure it out.” And for the first time in a long while, you actually felt a sense of safety from Yelena’s words.

[thefallennightmare]

Soldiers-seven

credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes(winter soldier era) x Reader.

Warnings: angst, language, fluff, violence, smut.

Summary: Reader has spent the last seventy years in hell as a prisoner soldier; Hydra's greatest weapon. Well, second greatest weapon after The Winter Soldier. The only thing that got her through that hell was him, even if she was the one behind his biggest pain.

Authors Note: Smut ahead! Tags are open! There are a few sentences in Russian in this chapter, translations (best to me knowledge) will be at the bottom of this chapter.

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6 MONTHS LATER

I let out an agitated groan as I let the sparks crackle to the tips of my fingers and wrap around the head of the man that kneeled before me. His cries of pain fell on deaf ears while I stared forward, keeping my eyes out in case anyone else surprised attacked me.

I scoffed at the thought. This man didn’t surprise me, nor did he even attack me. He thought he was being stealthy by sneaking up behind me but before he could press the blade of his knife across my throat, I spun on my heels and kicked his feet out from under him.

His body fell to the ground, lifeless eyes staring back up at me, and I stepped over it, the mission nearly finished. It was all I thought about, weighing heavy on my mind and shoulders because I knew that once I returned to the compound, it would put me in the good graces of Ivan. With how everything had been lately, that was something I desperately needed. I needed to show Ivan that he could send me on these high stake missions. Since he was now in charge, everything I did was under a hard gaze. He was apprehensive about my abilities ever since the first day they brought me to the compound. Even with everything I’ve accomplished for Zola, Ivan was still unsure.

At the thought of Zola, my heart dropped only for a split second. I didn’t feel sad that I missed him because I sure as hell did not. It was sad that now someone more ruthless than Zola was in charge. The Americans had captured Zola and there wasn’t a tear shed for that man from either Soldat or I.

Soldat.

My feet froze momentarily as I thought about him and how his mission was going. Our last mission together was when we hid in the closet, barely able to keep ourselves off of each other. When we returned a day later, we found out that Ivan was in charge and he did not like the idea of Soldat and I going together on missions.

If you both went on your own missions, we could get a lot more work done.

Ivan’s thick Russian words replayed in my mind and I shivered the exact way I did when he first said it.

While Soldat received all the high-stakes missions, they succumbed to Ivan’s errand girl. He only sent me in when he needed something cleaned up which is what I was doing now. One of Ivan’s men was supposed to steal an important document from this rich guy’s estate but failed when he was caught and hid somewhere in this house so Ivan sent me to find him and save him.

“Don’t forget the file!” Ivan called out after me while I was leaving the compound.

I turned the corner and met yet another dead end. An aggravating groan fell from my lips before I turned on my heels and went back the way I just came from. Whatever blueprints Ivan gave me for the estate haven't been updated in some time. They held the guy up in some kind of office but with four floors he could be in any of these rooms.

Stopping quickly, I decide to listen for where he was. I closed my eyes and focused on all the noises that were flowing through the house.

On the current floor, there were two voices down the long stretch of hallway. Young voices which meant kids, so I made a mental note to make sure they didn't catch me here. It still fucked my brain up from when I had to kill that young girl last year, I refused to do it again.

On the floor above me, there were two voices again, these older. Their breaths were short and raspy, moans echoing in my ears.

“Oh, Alexi. Harder.”

“Quiet! My wife is here, if she hears you I will cut off your tongue, understand?”

I rolled my eyes in disgust at the man who had no problem bringing his affair into the house where his wife and kids lived.

Two floors above, I heard a soft female voice singing while water ran in the background.

“Must be the wife,” I grumbled.

Then finally I heard Ivan’s man on the floor below me which I guessed was the basement. His cries were the only voice I heard downstairs and knowing that he was alone, I made quick work of slipping through the large house quietly, playing the errand girl yet again.

“Good work, Voin,” Ivan nodded with his lips pulled in a thin line as his hand gripped tight on the folder I had brought back.

Once he saw me stepping back into the compound with his man hoisted over my shoulder, he only cared for the folder that was tucked underneath my arm.

I nodded in return, hands clasped behind my back, as we stood in his office back at the compound. Finding his man tied up in a room in the basement was easy, as was the retraction and save as well. I got away with only killing two witnesses so as Ivan said; it was a good mission.

“Anything else?” I questioned.

Ivan ran a hand over his face as he mewled over something in his mind before shaking his head.

“You’ve done very well the last few weeks. I’m impressed. You can take the rest of the night off. No training or missions.”

I bit the sly remark deep into my tongue and nodded instead, quickly leaving his office before Ivan would change his mind. It was a rare occurrence after returning from a mission to take the rest of the day off. It usually was filled with rigorous training or leaving right away for another mission. But I couldn’t hide the small smile on my lips when I thought about everything I could do tonight.

First on my list was soaking away the dry sweat and blood from my body in the tub, letting the hot water ease my aching muscles. Then I’d spend the rest of the night in my small cot with the same book I had read countless times over. It wasn’t much but with the hell I had endured here the last handful of years; it was enough to bring a light up in my step.

There was hesitation in my steps as I came to a stop in front of Soldat’s living quarters. We haven’t seen each other in almost two weeks, both of our mission schedules not matching up. A part of me wondered if Ivan did that on purpose, he never liked the idea of Soldat and I being a team so it made sense that we would be sent on different paths. The door to Soldat’s room was closed so I couldn’t see if he was inside so I listened intently; I realized he wasn’t back yet from his mission. Ever since Ivan became in charge, he opted not to freeze Soldat in between missions only because they sent the both of us to one back to back. He would only freeze Soldat when Ivan deemed it necessary.

Thankfully, Ivan hasn’t made me erase Soldat’s memories in a long while. He wanted Soldat to be strong and remember every death that came at his metal fingers. My disgust at that was clear with the grumble low in my throat but I had to show I was happy about it; mostly because I wasn’t causing pain to Soldat.

Once safely inside my living quarters, I continued to walk the path toward my bathroom and let all of my things clatter to the floor. First were my weapons and the straps that held them. Then, I kicked off my boots; them sliding across the cold floor beneath my feet. I practically ripped myself out of my tac suit, the leather peeling away like a second skin. A guttural groan crawled its way through my throat when I let the cool air brush against my heated skin.

As the warm water filled the tub, I dared a glance in the mirror that hung above the sink. My hair was still in its braid to the side of my head, the end cascaded over my shoulder, and my eyes were dark with exhaustion. But that wasn’t what had my attention; it was the scars that littered all over my body.

Over the years being here, I had grown quite the collection from either missions or training. The largest and noticeably the worst one ran along my stomach, just above my belly button. It was about three inches long and the skin didn’t heal the greatest even with my super healing. The memory of how I got it was still fresh in my mind six years later.

I was on a mission, I couldn’t quite remember what for, but somehow got corned by two guards. I did my best to fight them off but when they eventually got the upper hand and dragged a hunter's knife across my stomach. My tac suit at the time wasn’t as strong and thick as it is now so the sharpness of the blade cut clean through. The blood pooled around my feet and for a moment; I thought I would die. But that thought left my mind as soon as it crept in. I gained some strength to kill the two guards and finish my mission.

The sudden cloud of stream brought me out of my past and I turned towards the tub, shutting off the water. With the tips of my toes first, I slowly stepped into the tub and let the heat of the water scold my skin. It washed away the remnants of today and I closed my eyes allowing myself to relax for the first time in quite some time. I hummed a Russian tune, my gentle voice echoing off the walls of my bathroom and when the water lost the warmth that my body craved, I reached for my shampoo. The peach scent made me immediately think of Soldat.

He told me when we were in the closet together that he loved the smell of my shampoo and ever since then I made sure to always use it. One of the few luxuries I could have here.

Once the bath was ice cold now, I stepped out and then wrap a towel around my body. The scratchy material felt rough on my skin but as always, I ignored it thankful that I could even take a bath. For being held captive here, Zola made sure I had everything I needed, with some restrictions. Ivan kept that rule once he took over.

My feet padded through the bathroom back to my bedroom where I froze suddenly, the large body looming in the doorway. The pounding in my chest from my heart was so loud and hard, I heard it echoing loudly in my ear as my mouth ran dry.

“Soldat,” I breathed.

His burning eyes watched me, unmoving. He still wore his mask and tac suit which meant he had returned from his mission probably not that long ago.

Feeling hot under his gaze, I gripped the towel tighter around me afraid it might slip through my shaking fingers. Usually, I have better control of myself when around him but this was the first time I had seen him since our time in the small closet; I wasn’t sure how he would react because of it.

Did he regret it?

Was he upset that I grabbed the side of his head?

Did it turn him on as much as it did me?

Did he think about it like I had?

“How was your mission?” I asked trying to ease the sudden tension between us.

“Eto bylo khorosh.”

The Russian words were muffled through his mask but I understood.

It went well.

I nodded once then took a step towards the dresser to grab some clothes. Soldat moved towards it before I could, blocking my path. My shoulders went rigid in slight fear. For the first time since we had been working together, Soldat was unreadable in what his actions meant and that scared the absolute shit out of me. I didn’t know why he was in my room, this being the first time. I was the one who trained him into who he was today so I knew if he was going to attack me, I would have a chance against him.

My mind swirled with so many scenarios on why he was in here. The one that stood out was that maybe Ivan had said those damn words to mind control him and sent him in here to kill me. Maybe Ivan wasn’t happy with how well my mission went and sent Soldat to take care of me.

“Soldat,” his name came out in a breath, “I need to get dressed.”

He stood unnerved, still blocking my dresser.

I let out a deep breath. “Please move.”

The way his hazel eyes burned into me made my entire body shiver with delight, goosebumps pricking at my skin. When I saw something twitch underneath his pants, I realized he was not here to kill me. Soldat was here for a different reason. My tongue rolled over my bottom lip slowly as the grip on my towel lightened a bit but did not let go.

“You don’t want me to get dressed, do you?” I asked.

Anyone without the trained eye I had would have said Soldat didn’t move his head, but I saw it; a small shake.

The surrounding tension became thick with something sexual and with one large breath, I let the towel fall to my feet now standing bare in front of Soldat. His eyes darkened with lust and my usual strong demeanor faded the longer he stared at me.

His name faltered off my tongue when he began stalking towards me like a predator ready to catch his prey after hunting them all day. The bottom strands of his hair bounced against his shoulder, eyes bright with desire. He was backing me farther into the room and only stopped when my back hit the wall. Soldat was so close to me, I could feel his warm breath through the holes of his mask. I could feel how wet I was between my legs because of his stare alone.

I clenched them together, hoping that it would curb my desire for a few moments.

One metal finger raised to my face, tracing the line of my cheek then my jaw, stopping at my bottom lip. The coolness of it ghosted over my bottom lip before all of his fingers wrapped around my throat and my blood filled with something other than fear.

Sheer ecstasy.

Soldat’s fingers gripped my neck, not tight enough to cut off my oxygen but hard enough to leave faint marks. I wanted to speak, but no words reached my lips.

His thumb pressed under my chin so he lifted my face closer to him, his nostrils flaring.

“Peaches,” was the only word he muttered.

I knew what it meant though; my shampoo.

Hand still wrapped aroung my neck, Soldat pressed his large thigh between my legs and the roughness of his pants scratched against my pussy. I moaned in pleasure with my eyes fluttering shut.

“YA tak davno khotel poprobovat' tebya.” His breath fanned over my lips.

I swallowed the large lump in my throat as best as I could with Soldat’s hand still wrapped around me. He still wore his mask and as much as I wanted in off so I could see all of his face, the thought of coming undone under him while he wore his ignited my skin.

“Soldat,” I whined at his words while rubbing my core against his thigh, trying to chase the high I desperately needed.

He grunted in response, hand dragging away from my neck and wrapping around my back. Our chests pressed together, and I pulled at all the straps and buckles of his vest hoping to get it off.

“Please,” I begged, a puddled mess in his embrace.

I kept rubbing my pussy against his thigh, my arousal coating his pants, as my high was so close I could almost taste it on my tongue.

“Y/N,” he groaned my name into the skin of my neck.

Being this close, I could hear him more clearly underneath the mask and knew that by the tone of his voice, my actions on his thigh was sending him over the edge as well. My hands began treading down his chest to the front of his pants where his erection was begging to be let out. Before my hand could palm it, Soldat gripped my hands and pinned them above my head.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned.

With my hands pinned above me and my erratic movements against his thigh, I felt myself bleeding into the white light of an orgasm.

So close. So fucking close.

I was afraid to do anything wrong or differnt to cause Soldat to step away from me. It had been so long since I had an orgasm and craved it so bad. As if he could tell, his metal fingers pinched and pulled at my nipples before cupping my breast into his hand. Feeling his finger work the perky buds of my nipples and my wetness soaking his pants was enough to make me reach the edge, but I needed a bit more to push me off.

“Konchi dlya menya, kukolka,” Soldat ordered through the confines of his mask.

That was all I needed. His words in Russian urging me to cum for him to tip me over the edge, a mind screaming orgasm wrecking through my entire body. I writhed against Soldat whose arms now wrapped around me to keep me steady as I rode out the last of my orgasm against him.

Our eyes locked and through my blissed out gaze, I saw his pupils were blow wide, blackness clouding his usual hazel eyes.

“Soldat,” I crooned his name, my pussy throbbing against him.

No words came from him as Soldat let me go, the coldness of the room painting over my blazed skin, and turned his back to me, leaving me standing in the middle of my room alone.

Eto bylo khorosh.-it went well

Konchi dlya menya, kukolka-cum for me, doll

YA tak davno khotel poprobovat' tebya-i've wanted to taste you for so long.

[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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[topbottomswitchblade]

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!)

...

“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.

[gloomykame]

TMNT HEAD-CANNONS/MINI SCENARIOS: Mistletoe Kiss

Not exactly sure what to label this… But here it is

This is the first year the guys have an s/o for the cozy season, how will they fair?

WARNING: Slightly NSFW themes, suggestive (nothing too crazy people, but maybe in the future…?)

Minors DNI

Leo

Probably already training away Christmas morning, “evil doesn’t take holidays, so neither can I”

Never been one to sit down and celebrate, always moving

After waiting for him throughout the day, he’s still tucked himself away in the dojo

After nightfall, you go to his place of refuge

Though he gave the team the day off, he won’t allow himself the luxury

“Saved you milk and cookies,” you offer

Though the sentiment is cheesy, you still figured no one deserved to be alone during the holidays

His only response is a half-mustered grunt as he continues to over-exert himself.

As he rounds off a flip, you step into his path — halting him, as he skids to a stop before nearly crushing you

The slight fear in that moment seems to bring him back to reality

“Y/N-” he starts

“Come on Blue,” you whisper, featherlight — ever patient with the leader

Gently placing your hand in his, you lead him past the threshold of the dojo to a rather conveniently placed of greenery

Pointing up, the edge of his lips quirks upwards

“Why do I get the feeling I’ve been tricked?” He mutters, capturing your lips with his.

Immediately, he felt like kicking himself for not spending more time with you today

It had simply gotten away from him, and part of him still couldn’t believe he’s the one you wanted to spend it with

Lifting you up, you squealed as your legs wrapped around his waist

“How can I make this up to you?” His voice taking on a dangerous edge

“I have a few ideas…” you teased

Raph

Definitely the Scrooge of the bunch

Whereas Leo is just busy, this man HATES the holidays — perhaps because Mikey pesters him to put on reindeer antlers or dress up as Santa

Oddly enough, has a soft spot for eggnog — usually hammered by around noon

With you here this year, he eases up on the drinking — though he does steal a glass or two

Begrudgingly puts on the red scarf you’ve crocheted him, won’t admit that he’s fond of it’s softness

“Raphie~” you call as the evening winds down

This boy has been avoiding any of the green stuff all morning

He loves you more than anything, but will beat Mikey to a pulp if he so much as hears a teasing “ooh”

But the moment he sees you on his bed, he can’t really complain

The two of you enter a rather passionate lip lock, his hands eagerly wandering

As he pulls away, his emerald orbs catch a green blur you try to hide behind your back

“Y/N…” he says, voice gravelly and low

After wrestling for a moment or two, he plucks the greenery from your hands — heaving a sigh

He’d unknowingly succumbed to a tradition he’d hated

Until now at least

Now, he just wanted one thing

“Maybe this holiday isn’t so bad after all…” he grumbled, capturing your lips once again

Donnie

Knows everything about the holiday, down to the origination of the ancient prophet

Unsure how that has translated to the modern day man that supposedly makes an impossible trip around the world

Simply knows you have a love for the time of year

No trouble cuddling up with you by the electric fireplace in his lab (after all, he installed it just for you)

“I know I said no more gifts…” you began shyly

“Y/N…” he scolds, admittedly you like when his voice gets a little rougher like that

Even if it’s just because he’d prefer to pamper you, instead of vice-versa

Producing a small box from your bag, he takes it hesitantly

He chuckles when he sees it’s contents

“Oh, dove…” he whispers affectionately, lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. “I hope you know this silly trinket is wholly unnecessary.”

A small smile pulls at your lips

“You know what I want for Christmas?”

Though he’s the resident genius, he only blinks — wondering what you’d possibly be asking for on such short notice

He’d already given you all your gifts, so the timing was rather unfortunate

Straddling his waist, your face quickly became hot as you placed tentative kisses on his lips — trailing to his neck

He leaned his head back to allow you better access

“Is this ok…?” Your voice felt far too small, fingers twiddling with his waistband

“This is perfect,” he assured you

Mikey

Has seen more than enough Hallmark movies

Basically prepared his whole life for this

Has been looking upwards most of the day in hopes to catch you under some for a sweet moment

Refuses to kiss you until then, he wants to save it to give you the “perfect Christmas”

Truth be told, you were a hopeless romantic yourself

You wanted his first Christmas together to be just as special

You drew a bubble bath for you and your terrapin

“Mikey, can you come here for a second?”

“Yeah, what do you need Angelca-“

Stops in his tracks when he sees you in an adorable silk robe just through the doorway of the bathroom, a certain little plant dangling above

Finally

Is on you in less than a second, kicking the door closed

“Best. Christmas. Ever.”

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[xxmurd0ckm1gra1n3xx]

I SHALL HARESASS YOU

0: Height

1: Age

2: Shoe size

3: Do you smoke?

4: Do you drink?

5: Do you take drugs?

6: Age you get mistaken for

7: Have tattoos?

8: Want any tattoos?

9: Got any piercings?

10: Want any piercings?

11: Best friend?

12: Relationship status

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

16: I’ll love you if…

17: Someone you miss

18: Most traumatic experience

19: A fact about your personality

20: What I hate most about myself

21: What I love most about myself

22: What I want to be when I get older

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

25: My idea of a perfect date

26: My biggest pet peeves

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

30: What I hate the most about work/school

31: What my last text message says

32: What words upset me the most

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

37: One of my insecurities

38: My childhood career choice

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

40: Who I wish I could be

41: Where I want to be right now

42: The last thing I ate

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

44: A random fact about anything

datz a long ass lizt bt ill do it

0- 6'1"

1-19

2-UK Size 9

3-Rarely

4-Yes

5-Not Actively, bt If I wuz offered weed I'd do it

6-16

7-They'll come. Not yet

8-Absolutely

9-Nah

10-Not rly bt they might happen

11-They aint on here bt dis guy whoz gone off clock when i needed him. Legend him. Alzo dis girl whoz been around da clock 4 mi at ma low pointz. Legend her.

12-Single

13-Black Hair

14-Those stupid fluffy curlz on boyz/Rly short hair on girlz.

15-Wreck It Ralph

16-I'll luv u if ur able 2 actually support ma complete insanity and keep up (I leave a VERY strong impression)

17-Good question. I kinda miss ma old friend from primary school. Wi kinda drifted after 2022.

18-Bit 2 good of a question cuz I got a nice ot of em. Id say ppl tryna vaccinate themselves from touchin mi az 1, da guy who attempted 2 scare mi outta school wuz no.2. Bein SA'd by a girl who'd kick mi between da legz if i tried tellin anyone for 3, And alzo iv had an ex ambush mi @ ma house, false accusationz, and doxxin. Therez more bt datz abt it 4 nao.

19-I CAN get enraged, bt az of nao I'll only ever acc rage in private. There iz a door in ma room i hav ripped off itz hinges.

20-I don't rly hate myself, bt I'm dense, so wi'll say dat.

21-Crazy willpower. I will walk thru a lionz den.

22-Graphic Designer.

23-Ma sister and I r v different and she often snapz @ mi, bt I care abt her more than mozt family memberz so I try ma bezt 2 help her when she haz problemz. Idt she liekz talkin 2 mi tho.

24- Dad iz good. Wo take a lot of shit from each other bt i feel I can push a bit more w him in a more friendly sorta wae, and he doeznt mind mi likin boyz and girlz. Mum iz da matriarch, takez everythin out on mi if she'z stressed, and if she believes smthn iz right 4 mi she wont stop until I submit (whoch nearly cost mi ma lief when I had 2 havma appendix removed), and she triez 2 comvimce mi i only liek girlz and will call mi obsessive if i mention it 2 her.

25-I never rly thought abt it. I liek keepin it simple. I guess a movie or an arcade, then assumin it iznt an early date, cuddles. I liek physical contact.

26- Da wae da wordz 'Cis' and 'Cishet' r spelt, sound n r said. They feel liek they defy english. Idk how 2 describe it bt it juzt feelz uncomfortable 2 say and hear. I think itz cuz 'Cis' soundz liek 'Sis' (az in Sister) and I read 'Cishet' az 'Kish-ett', bt idk.

27 I dont liek anyone liek dat atm. I dont often get crushes, bt when I hav itz alwayz been smo who r wilin 2 let mi lean on em when I'm not doin 2 good or havin a break.

28-Idt theyd want mi describin em 2 da internet

29-I uzed 2 hav a big lyin problem in secondary n 1zt year college, ive said a lot of reazonz abt em bt in truth itz cuz I felt I had 2 save ma skin. I dont rly feel actively threatened by anythin anymore, so I don't hav any reazon 2 lie.

30-I hate work cuz I cant GET any standard jobz, and da 1z I CAN get I cant do cuz of ma physical disability. az 4 school i didnt acc mind doin da lessonz n shit, bt HATED bein forced into clubs or extra classes (remidialz).

31-From Voice Actin- "Yeh Im Yasuhiroin abt"

32-"Pathetic", "Ungrateful", "Normal" and "You Throw It Back In My Face". I heard em 2 much from 2 many ppl and idw hear em no more

33-"R u a boy or a girl", "ur cute", "Hair".

34/35- Consider these da same response. I liek when ppl r somewhat liek mi cuz I genuinely believe I'm da only 1 there iz of mi. Liek I said earlier, If u can keep up w mi and r acc interested. Alzo no facial or leg/arm/torso hair- I HATE dat. Even on myself. im nearly hairless.

36- Changes a lot. Currently idt i'll ever leave da London area (Im juzt outside of Greater London). I do wanna move away tho.

37- I freak out a lil when ppl see ma left arm (i usually cover it w a glove). Alzo Im kinda scared abt becomin useless or liek a freeloader typa person. UK better fukkin fix da job market.

38- Inventor, I think. Probably still could, bt I lack da money.

39-1 scoop Cioccolatta and 1 scoop Pistacho, juzt liek Giorno Giovanna.

40- Andy Black. Ofc I prefer longer hair, bt hes aware, articulate and intelligent. more or less everyone'z ideal friend.

41- In a house I own somewhere closer 2 da south of London, in ma room w a big double bed.

42- Cheese n Onion Toasite (or Grilled Cheese n Onion). An easy go-to if ur absolutely starvin.

43- Brendon Urie. Im sorry Ryro fanz bt I find Brendon unexplainably attractive.

44- Judo and Karate r essentially da Defensiv and Offensiv sidez of Jiu Jutsu respectively, so combinin em will result in smthn close 2 Jou Jutsu.