#Tyrone fan fic

[henneseyhoe]

Now I KNOW that you didn’t write Still mine with the intent of being a one shot. That is a three chapter story AT LEAST cause gurl I need DETAILS!!! how did they meet?

do they ever reconcile?

What does Tyrone try doing to get reader back?

what’s their co-parenting dynamic?

what happens if the reader actually gets into a relationship with someone who isn’t afraid of tyrone???

the possibilities are ENDLESS

If I write another part it’s gon be the pettiest shit yall will ever read 😩 them two got the type of beef that would carry on into middle age LMFAOAOAO

[eggnox]

What to read of the Tyrone Files! (and why)

Sunshine - “He leaned down and kissed you. “My name sounds pretty on your lips. Say it again.””

Sunshine is a CLASSIC for me. It’s one of my first reads and is my favorite trope. Shy/Smart girl x Thug. Is this me projecting? Yes 🤨 And what about it? But yes this is an always favorite! Also love the acceptance of the use of the word “bitch”. Cause I hate men calling girls bitches much as anyone else… till we in bed 😪

STAY WITH ME - “He nibbled on your love handles, squeezing your flesh so he could take a big bite. You slapped his shoulder and he laughed. “That shit hurt!” “

I love this fic something AWFUL! I related to readers character a lil TEW much. Plus the energy between the friends to fuckers was delectable. And I am obsessed with love handles mention 😫😫

Break Me - “ “I can’t ruin what never was. I’m a grown ass man. I can handle rejection,” he said. His thumbs rubbed against your nipples and you fought off a shiver. ”

Break Me, Break Me, Break Me. Ain’t nun to say bout this except that it did in fact Break Me 🤷‍♀️

This is one of my favorites because it was so visual! I can’t describe to you what it felt like reading this for the first time! It was so strangely visceral in my imagination. It literally felt like I was watching a movie. And that’s how I see anything I read! But there was just something more when I read this.

IF YOU PLEASE - “Along that thought, he can’t help (an youn stop him) but spread ya cheeks a bit, just ta peek at ya folds, only ta see em all gushy an shit.”

This here a lil Drabble a fellow fan wrote and Ms.Megamindsecretlair added onto. This here Had. Me. Wet. I never considered the power of the message till I read this. Now I need this in my day to day life or I just won’t go on living.

BedRock - “ Tyrone grinned at you, showing off those elongated fangs, as he finally began to take off his pants. Fontaine slipped two fingers into you all the way to the knuckle and you cried out, gripping his fingers. “

(TMI) My nipples were tingling literally just look for a line. And that NEVER happens!! Doesn’t help I’m a *whore for vampires. Let alone TWO! And they both look like John Boyega?? Bitch please.

This is death by Orgasm.

Sit Back and Unwind - “ “You were just gonna sit here like this and not tell me?” He asked, his lips still pressed against yours. “

Now this is another classic, one of the first fics I ever read, and also one of my very visual fics. Like Break Me, it felt like I was really chilling with Tyrone oiling his scalp. I could feel the static in the air just reading it. Defo recommend!!!

Have Mercy - “ “You wanna know what it’s like to be fucked by me, don’t you?” He asked. He kissed up to your ear and laughed. “I know what desire look like. I eat that shit for breakfast,” he said.”

Nvm. THIS is death by orgasm. (Just read the fic) I don’t know what slut requested this (😏) but by God was there a delivery. The light kiss between reader and Tyrone is forever one of the best features of Ms.Megamindsecretlair’s work!!! I get a lil blush in my checks everytime I read it!! Also!! This is one of the fics that shows Tyrone’s rougher side. And that is ALWAYS appreciated.

@megamindsecretlair @chaos-4baby

[potato-pencil]

International Superspy: A Backyardigans fic

The cold metal of the pistol pressed against his back, digging deeper and sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. Adrenaline surged through his veins as the familiar routine began, but he didn’t budge. He had committed the script to memory by now: a dark alley, a creeping figure, a crowded pub, and countless whispered secrets and repressed desires. This was London at night—or at least, London for Agent Secret. He swirled his drink, letting his eyes drift over the many faces in the room, each one with a story, yet he was only interested in the figure behind him. He sipped his drink one last time before turning his gaze to the mirrored wall in front of him, revealing the owner of the pistol he was being forcefully acquainted with. A coy smile formed on his face—tonight, he wasn’t on a regular mission; tonight, he was called to action.

“Agent Secret,” the figure whispered, their breath fanning his ear as they moved to sit on the empty stool, the pistol never leaving its spot on his back.

“Lady Pink,” he greeted solemnly, acknowledging the obnoxiously pink hood that encompassed the woman now beside him, accompanied by her usual scent of roses. “We keep meeting under the most unfortunate circumstances, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You have only yourself to blame for that, agent,” she teased, her voice laced with a playful edge as her eyes roamed his body, searching for what he could only assume was the purpose of her appearance—the flash drive he currently held. “You have something that doesn’t belong to you,” she said, her gaze snapping back to his, her intense eyes holding him in place, aside from her gun, of course.

“Always so eager to make accusations. Yet again, patience was never a virtue you possessed.” He set his cup down on the bar with a forceful thud, catching the attention of the distracted bartender. “And here you are, with a gun to an innocent man’s back. What does that say about you exactly?” His eyes abandoned hers, focusing now on the bartender.

“It only shows I’m a woman who knows what she wants,” she retorted, pressing the pistol further into his back, reminding him that her threats were anything but empty. “And who knows how to get results rather efficiently, at that.”

A mocking smile formed on his face. “Efficient?” he questioned sarcastically, allowing himself to look at her only through the mirrored wall in front of him. “I feel the need to remind you of that situation in Cartagena. We’re calling that efficient now? Because I don’t think that’s the word I would use to describe that moment, my lady.” His gaze remained fixed on her, watching as her face twisted in a pained cringe at the dreaded memory before she quickly collected herself.

“Do not make me cause a scene here,” she warned,applying pressure on his back with her pistol reminding him that she held the power, a fake sweet smile plastered on her face. Her tone was sugary yet commanding. To the outside observer, it looked like a couple out on a date, where the man was being a bit of an ass, and his seemingly sweet, doting girlfriend was doing everything to charm him. She had her arm around his back, strategically holding the pistol out of sight, making it look like a hug. Her body was pressed close to his, appearing defenseless—when she was anything but.

“Always one for dramatics,” he sighed as memories of her previous scenes flooded him. “Can we at least drop the pistol? I know Tyrone must be nearby with my head as a target, and we both know his aim is deadly.”

She smiled, pressing her body closer to his and pushing the pistol painfully into his back. “Very well,” she uttered, retracting her weapon into her coat. A red dot briefly appeared on Secret’s forehead, signaling that the danger had not passed. “Will you hand me the drive, or will I have to forcefully retrieve it?”

“A drive?” he questioned in feigned ignorance. “You’re going to have to give me a bit more to go off of here, my lady.”

Lady Pink leaned in further, her voice a low murmur that barely reached his ear. “This drive holds something that could turn the tables in ways you can’t even imagine, Agent. It’s not just about money or power—it’s about control. You wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of this, trust me.” Her words conveyed not just her seriousness but also an invitation that Agent Secret had refused before.

He turned to face her, forcing her to peel herself away and create distance between them. His eyes scanned hers for any hint of something genuine, but they found nothing but seriousness. “My dear lady, I’m sorry,” he said, fixing a strand of hair that had fallen out of her neatly made braid. His fingers gently grazed her face as he tucked it behind her ear. His eyes already conveyed an apology before his words could. “Trust is something I can’t afford to freely give.” With that, he recoiled his hand, fully abandoning the touch.

Her mouth parted slightly as a hint of pain crossed her eyes. “I—” she began, only to be interrupted by the intrusive ringing of a phone—Agent Secret’s phone.

She stared at him in clear annoyance as he nodded to whatever was being said to him. Her mind swirled with a complex mix of emotions: rejection, urgency, and the high stakes involved. Agent Secret didn’t seem to appreciate how fortunate he was for her to meet him in person, even if it was under the threat of certain death. Normally, she would send Tyrone for such tasks, yet here she was, and he was on a phone call.

She sighed in frustration before her own phone rang. She reached for it from her coat, only for the bartender to accidentally spill an alcoholic drink on her. She stood up in a frenzy, dripping with the drink as she received a steady stream of apologies mixed with the aggravating sound of her ringtone. Her coat was ruined, her phone was ringing, and the bartender’s futile attempt to dab her coat with cheap napkins only heightened her irritation.

With a sigh, she glanced at the stool behind her, a snarky comment ready to combat whatever words Secret would throw at her. But then, a surge of panic rushed through her as she realized Agent Secret had disappeared. Her eyes darted to the glass wall, now covered with curtains, preventing Tyrone from aiming. She quickly scanned the bar, finding that he had indeed vanished.

“Sorry, miss, I—” the bartender began, but she forcefully shoved him away, grabbing her phone from inside her coat, only for it to fall silent. The sound of a shutting door could be heard above the murmurs of the crowd.

She glanced back at the now-empty spot and found a note pinned beneath his glass. “Of course he would,” she mumbled to herself, barely above a whisper. The bartender was left ignored on his knees, picking up the shattered glass from the ground, as she grabbed the note from the counter, her distraction shattered by the reality that Agent Secret had slipped from her grasp with the drive.

She skillfully opened the folded napkin, her eyes immediately raking over the scribbled words just for an involuntary laugh to escape her. Only one sentence was clumsily scribbled on the crumpled napkin:

My dear lady, always expect the unexpected

                               -Secret 💙

[crossingbaranduin]

Well, this was supposed to go on Discord... and then I wrote so many words that I broke the character limit. So, dumping it here instead!

TAJ headcanons post: Johnson brothers + their nicknames! (Light spoilers for entire series)

Mike: Okay, as much as I am a sucker for tiny!Anders calling Mike "Mikey" in the smattering of deaged!Anders fics on AO3, I had a thought the other night. From what we see in the show, by the time Anders would start talking, there isn't anyone in their lives who would likely call Mike anything but Mikkel. Both their parents solely use Mike's full name, and they're so young that they probably aren't interacting with anyone who'd call Mike something different than what their parents use. (Even Olaf calls Mike Mikkel a decent amount during the show, so if/when he'd visit during this period, it's unlikely he'd be the odd one out here.)

If Anders only knows Mike as Mikkel at this point, I doubt he'd be able to say Mike's full name at first, since Mikkel is a bit complicated to pronounce for a kid just learning how to speak. So… proposal that tiny!Anders' attempts to say Mikkel came out more as "Mik", and that's what stuck. Only gets used for a couple of years, and Ty/Axl never pick it up, since Mike has already started to go by Mike at that point. Gets used on very, very few occasions post-show once everyone's on better terms for the same reason as Andy below, with the additional caveat that Anders opts not to use it if it's not just him and Mike talking.

Anders: Two different degrees of nicknames here. Name is slightly shortened to "Ands" on occasion, mostly by Mike and Ty. Stemmed from their teenage years, stopped being used when Anders was estranged from the family, and slowly worked its way back in over time. Becomes more common post-show when everyone's on better terms again. However, Anders' original nickname was "Andy", started by Mike when Anders was very young. Lasted for a good chunk of their younger years + was also picked up by Ty when he started talking; stopped being used sometime mid-late elementary school. Not used at all for multiple decades; used on very, very rare occasions once everyone is on better terms — means either there's a rare emotionally open moment or shit has hit the fan horribly.

(PS: Dawn is also allowed to use both nicknames. She tries not to abuse said power so Anders won't get defensive about it, but Anders secretly likes it.)

Ty: Solely goes by his nickname; doesn't like being called Tyrone. Put up with their mom using it, but that's the extent of it. None of his siblings have ever called him anything but Ty; even when the brothers are arguing, using Ty's full name is off limits. (Mike did once, very early on into being Ty's guardian. The situation was immediately made ten times worse, and that was never repeated again.) Dawn also only calls him Ty.

Axl: Never really needed a nickname due to how short his name is, and there were no younger siblings to struggle with pronouncing things. However, tiny!Axl felt left out being the only sibling without a nickname, so Anders and Ty occasionally call him "Ax", though that's less of a nickname and them half-dropping a syllable while saying his name out loud. Zeb, however, has given him a litany of goofy nicknames — so many that nobody but Zeb remembers all of them. (Axl may roll his eyes at most of them, but he'd miss the hell of out them if Zeb ever stopped.)

[new-berry]

Top five nineties players!

Hope the weird asks aren’t causing you too much grief

Nah I love weird asks, no one can get weird enough! It’s more how do I make it cool for people who are not into content warning fics to be able to scroll past.

Although let me loudly say: I just find Tyrone Mings hot. There is no other agenda. Like, he’s a babe. All my thoughts about him are just porny giggling.

Fun fact: I always hated Henry because he always played well against my team. Ditto Ian Wright. And Bergcamp. Bastards.

Alan Shearer!

Like… Newcastle have a player that isn’t shit! Instantly he broke his leg and missed a season. Such is being a toon fan.

Duncan Ferguson huge bruiser who became a soft hearted born again Christian. (There is a video of a young Anthony Gordon [younger] shadow boxing him. Like a kitten attacking a pitbull) Nicknamed Duncan disorderly and once ripped off a door to threten Rudd Gulliet’s life. What a man.

David Ginola. Like give me a mecurical Frenchman Tyneside.

David James for something completely different.

Jamie Redknapp. Average player (although at the time I didn’t realise the extent of his injuries) a fluffy haired babe.

Eric Cantona (don’t tell my partner)

David Batty. I have always like them interesting looking.

[arsenalgbt]

whats ur ranking of trent ships? and what do you think of jude/trent

ok ok ok ok ok hear me out!!

trent/dom really got us in a chokehold huh. really didn't think I'd be invested in any Liverpool ships after gerlonso hendollana and veteran discount caninho (iykyk). been years since the last time I wrote for Liverpool fandom. like I posted earlier; pretty privilege is soooooooooooooour real

ngl it's trent/hendo. the age gap, the slight size gap, my personal view of hendo because I was there when he was young and dumb and clearly in love with Adam lallana LMAOOOOOOOOO. ugh. imagine the lore; academy prospects trent 'competing' with literal soulmate Adam? the amazing trent/hendo fics on ao3 also helped!

clearly im biased because I wrote them already; trent/tyrone mings. have y'all seen such underrated man? tyrone mings... goddamn... he's like Dominic calvert-lewin or whoever his name is, but with the towering height... thus the size gap!!!! and this one video/gifset of trent ovulating I said what I said

im learning about trent/VVD likeeeeeeee . the lack of quality fics on ao3 pushed me off ngl lmao. jfc what's there not to like? size gap age gap clashing personalities... this gif... don't worry anon, I am REDEEMING myself by cooking some plot!! coming 2024 (I think lol)

also, not a fan of trent/Jude cuz both are bottoms. they can always take turns fucking eo silly, but not for me! (now, if we're talking Jude/gio Reyna aka the character swap aka hyper British lad being bff with calm reserved American????? and Jude/erling haaland bvb era...)

teehee~

[ace-does-stuff]

An old friend

Summary: It has been years since anyone last set foot on Stans property, every since he had been hospitalized.

Dipper is planning on changing that with help from his sister, and maybe someone else.

Warnings: Cloning, hospital mention, implied suicide, abandoned buildings, implied blackmail, check tags for further warning.

Tagging: @max-the-hecker

Authors Note: I just watched the episode Double Dipper, trying to savor the 41 episodes, and let me tell you, the possibilities this opened up for me to write.

Hands in the pockets of his worn out navy vest Dipper walked out of the hospital, eyes stuck on the cracked pavement, he couldn't help but wish he could do something to fix Stan. He knew he couldn't, and he knew he shouldn't wish on it, but he couldn't help but care so much, Stan was his family after all. He kicked a rock across the ground before coming to a complete halt, taking note of the sound of footsteps rushing towards him. He stayed still while Mabel caught her breath, leaning on Dippers shoulder, she could practically feel the stress emanating from her brother.

"Do you, uh, do you wanna get some ice cream...?" Mabel asked, hoping it would cheer up her brother, she knew it wouldn't but, might as well try.

"No," Dipper replied with sharply as Mabel straightened out her posture and the two continued walking down the street. "I want things to be good again, I want Wendy to come back from the beyond, I want to go back home."

"Hey, Dip, it's gonna be ok," Mabel said, rubbing her brothers shoulder, brushing the tears from his face. "I can ask mom and dad to drive us back as soon as possible-"

"No!" Dipper snapped, expression quickly dropping as he tried to revoke his statement. "I-I mean, not really, I kind of want to head back to the, the Mystery Shack, or our old attic."

"Dipper, it's been shut behind chainmail fences, barbed wire and padlock upon padlock for years." Mabel said as they took a turn, coming up to the motel their direct family had rented two rooms in for their most recent visit, coming once every month just in case Stan doesn't last.

Gravity Falls has become stale, nothing new has happened in forever, Dipper and Mabel suspect the creatures have fled. Wendy is no longer in town, in a better place for lack of better terms, leaving both Mabel and Dipper with a fresh wound their parents don't understand whenever they bring up the trapper hat. Soos is still in town, but he's moved on from the Mystery Shack, holding onto the book Dipper once possessed for safekeeping, having returned it to the lad when he noticed Dipper back in town.

With a heavy heart Dipper swung open the door to the back seat of the car, Mabel slid in first till she was against the door opposite of the one Dipper opened. Dipper hopped in second, slamming the door shut and crossing his arms, pulling the comfort blanket from under himself and tossing it over to Mabel. Normally he would be fine leaning against the window and just sitting silently while the two wait for their parents, but today he was especially broken. He forcefully slammed his torso into Mabel who was unfazed by her brothers aggressive plea for attention, she simply wrapped an arm around his shoulder before draping the comfort blanket over him.

The two sat, marinating in the humid heat of the car, one window open just enough so they wouldn't suffocate in the mid summer heat of Gravity Falls. The silence drilled into Dippers head, maybe it was the blanket draped over his shoulders causing to much heat, was he getting heat stroke? No, he knew what heat stroke felt like, this most likely wasn't it, he sat up before twisting around a bit so his feet would be pressed against the window Mabel sat by, his torso on leather seating.

"Moms gonna kill you if you scratch the window." Mabel said, Dipper opted to rest his legs on the headrest behind Mabel who didn't seem to mind as she slouched against the window, one leg dropped nearly to floor behind the drivers seat, which was opposite to her, the other one resting on Dippers abdomen.

Dipper tossed the blanket on Mabel who tossed it back, they sat tossing a balled up blanket back and forth until their parents arrived and gave them the key to their room. The two rushed to reach their AC filled room, they found the key wouldn't fit perfectly due to the extreme heat causing the metal to expand. They took turns jamming the key into the door trying to unlock it, Mabel got closest to unlocking it before putting out a hand expectantly, Dipper reluctantly handing her the spare bobby pin he had learned to keep on hand.

When Mabel swung open the door they were greeted with a gust of chilling wind, they both heaved a sigh of relief as they dashed inside, Dipper ending up on the pullout couch before Mabel could take the preferred bedding. Mabel found herself throwing a half frozen root beer to Dipper who was greeted with an aluminum can to the face, he groaned in pain before popping the tab and taking a long slurp. Mabel swung her legs over the end of her bed, a can of orange crush in her hand, tongue stained the shade after she finished chugging the can with a satisfied sigh.

"You want to go to the Mystery Shack, right?" Mabel asked, the sudden question shocking Dipper into snapping up, ending up spilling soda on his shirt in the process, he quickly shed his orange shirt before the liquid could hit his skin.

"Yeah, kind of, but, I mean," Dipper said as he put his soda on the carpeted floor, tossing his now sticky shirt somewhere else. "But it got taken away from society when we could've kept it going."

"Dipper, we were fourteen-" Mabel tried to counter, be cut off sharply by dipper.

"Legal in some parts of Canada!" Dipper snapped, pointing a finger at his sister in an accusatory manner, Mabel rolled her eyes, Dipper giving a weak 'Sorry.' before lying down once again, propping his head on the arm rest at an angle that would cause problems later, he wished he could go back to working at the Mystery Shack like the good days, but no, just cause Stan got hospitalized the family business got driven into the dirt.

"Dip, do you want to go to the Mystery Shack or not?" Mabel asked sharply, Dipper nodded, unable to muster a proper vocal answer.

"Yeah, I do, but it's locked up." Dipper said with a sigh as he reached for a light blanket and turned away from Mabel, pulling the blanket over his head as he did so.

"I'm sure we could just, break in." Mabel offered, Dipper sat up slowly, still draped in blanket.

"Mabel, thats illegal." Was all Dipper had to say with a sigh of disappointment.

"Technically it's family property." Mabel stated as a counter argument, that gathered Dippers attention fully, he practically jumped to his feet as he tore through his suitcase for a fresh shirt.

"Then pack your fucking bag, let's go." Dipper said matter of factly before Mabel grabbed her backpack, emptying a few unneeded items, making sure she kept a battery pack, why she had one, no one was quite sure, but she knew she would need it one day.

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Here we find Dipper and Mabel alike standing at the bottom of a chain link fence, barbed wire coiled in spirals at the top. Dipper put out a hand, Mabel handed him a pair wire clippers, he started working at the lowest possible row of wires, leaving only a foot to crawl through, up and down. Mabel crawled through first, able to slide through with ease, Dipper ended up ruining his hat

"Wow," Was all Dipper had to say. "They really let this place go to shit."

"Yeah man, they abandoned this place." Mabel said, nudging her brother with her elbow, smirking a bit before walking to the front door, Dipper followed close behind.

"Mabel, they didn't leave the door unlocked," Dipper said, Mabel jiggled the handle until it gave way and fell from its socket, that's certainly welcoming. "Mabel, you broke the door handle."

"I'm sure we'll be fine." Mabel said before pulling open the door slowly, a loud creak sounding off as rusted hinges fought to stay shut.

The two were greeted with a cloud of dust and a room coated in webs, some cob and others active. Oddly enough the light shining in from windows was enough to keep the room well lit, they even found that most of the souvenirs were still in place. Out of sheer curiosity, Dipper attempted to turn on the lights, finding the bulb flickered aggressively in an attempt to stay on, enough electricity for just barely one bulb.

"Mabel, can I have that battery pack," Dipper asked, Mabel gave a questioning look at his brothers question. "Please give me the battery pack, Mabel."

"Alright, I'll be on the roof if you need me." Mabel said before handing Dipper the battery pack and jumper cables, one can't simply go without the other.

"Kay, I'll be downstairs if you need me." Dipper said before sliding the battery pack and jumper cables into his own bag, tossing Mabel a can of cream soda, she caught it before walking up the now breaking ladder, Dipper heading to the basement.

Dipper pushed open the door slowly, finding that their was no light in the basement and the stairs faded into darkness. With a sigh he reached for his flashlight and flicked the switch, a cone of light shining down and lighting the way. The roof and stairs were covered in webbing, all of which cob, along with sticky and dried substances, he chose to believe were spilled pop. He took one step onto the first step, a loud creak sounded off, one that could've turned to a crack, he was lucky it didn't as he stepped further down.

When he reached the last step he realized how cold it was, he blindly reached for a light switch, flicking on the single light. It wasn't exactly bright, but it helped, he started on his way to the closest lamp that shone more light than the actual light in the basement. He found that nothing much had changed from what he remembered, one item was underneath a sheet though, and without anything better to do in an abandoned basement, he reached for the sheet and yanked it off.

Dipper was greeted with the sight of the old copy machine, the one that could copy human flesh and bring life to it.

He remembered what this machine had caused, he hated to think of it, he knew three and four were probably still out their living their best lives, none the wiser to Stans case.

He kicked the copy machine with a grumble, never wanting to see it again.

But, he might as well see if it still works, he did miss his copies.

He pulled off his bag before crouching and pulling out the needed items to try and jump start it. He unplugged the machine before hooking up each jumper cable to their respective location, unsure if this was even a mildly ok idea. Without a second thought he started the battery pack, everything was silent before the machine started to hum in contentment as electricity started to flow.

Shakily was how he lifted the lid of the machine, it snapped off, he hoped he could fix that as well. Hoping it wouldn't break under his weight he hopped on and laid down on his back, pressing the button on the side of the machine. He took note of the how the green strip of light tingled against his skin despite the vest and pants he wore, he had to refrain from squirming as his genetics were copied.

He heard the sound of paper being shot out as the green light shut off, he slid off the glass screen before waiting for the paper to finish printing.

As the paper fluttered down to the floor he stood expectantly for something good to happen.

Dipper sat on the creaking floor as he waited, nothing happened for quite some time, maybe he was wrong hoping that the old thing would work. He picked up the paper and held it in front of him, nearly dropping it when the copy started to push from the paper, he did fall back when he was hit with the full weight of his double. The internally rotting floorboards nearly snapped under their combined weight, they shared a look of fear.

They both scrambled to move from the floorboard, Tyrone ending up slamming himself into the copy machine, he gave a weak groan as his still forming body ached. Dipper ended up knocking the lamp off the edge of the counter, the bulb shattered with a high pitched sound as the metal cooled and dimmer. The two sat in near perfect darkness and silence, relatively heavy breathing the only thing that could be heard.

Tyrones heart beat pounded in his ears, suddenly back again after so long, how long had been out for?

Oh, he was confused.

He couldn't believe he had been brought back, a swarm of fresh memories hit him. His confusion turned to grief and stress in a second as he crossed his arms loosely.

"So, I guess you've forgiven me after so long." Tyrone said as he stood up, plain blue and white cap in his hands.

"Yeah, one could put things that way." Dipper said before standing up, rubbing one of his arms nervously.

"Ha, it's kind of awkward you know, I haven't been in existence for so long, yet, I'm back again, in your time of need, again," Tyrone said nervously, looking to the side as he rolled his eyes. "If you could call Grunkle Stan dying in a hospital a time of need."

"Guess so, it's been really rough lately, and I guess I wanted to see someone who would understand." Dipper said quietly.

"Do you want a hug or something?" Tyrone asked, considering he had only existed for only four and a half hours, he had no clue what was socially acceptable in this situation, didn't help he was Dipper, that only made things worse.

Dipper nodded slowly, nearly on the verge of crying, if it weren't for the distance he would've felt safe to body slam Tyrone as a hug substitute. Instead of a body slam he took a running start, knocking Tyrone back onto the printer, the battery kicked out of the way in the process. The edge of the printer dug into Tyrones back, but he didn't complain, simply attempted to comfort Dipper instead, not one hundred percent sure of how.

"Hey Dipper, do you have any more cream soda?!" Mabel shouted down the stairs as she slowly stepped down, coming to a complete halt when she reached the bottom.

Ever so slowly she raised her phone, smirk growing wider as Tyrone silently begged her not to, she ignored his silent plea as she snapped the picture.

"I guess my brothers gay for his clone."

"Mabel, this is nothing like what it looks like."

"Sure."

[shipping-hafael-is-taste]

Me @ Hafael and Tyrandy constantly

Me: I LOVE a slow burn!!!!!! That’s 👏🏻 my👏🏻shit👏🏻

Also me, actually reading/watching a slow burn: END MY LIFE WHEN ARE THEY GONNA KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SUFFERING!!!!!!

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

BESTIES!! PART 10 IS A HOT ONE!! Enjoy reading it as much as I did while writing it (and re-reading it because its probs one of my fav parts of the whole series) Love Always, Steph xx

Part 10 | parte dieci

warnings; heavy-petting, almost-smut, and a hot jack grealish - read at your own risk ;) word count; 2469. writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. next update; Monday 16/08 5pm AEST. Updates are three times/week (Monday, Wednesday & Friday)! tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven link to fic masterlist here

Longing glances and shy smiles. That  was how Amelia and Ben both spent the next morning at Cobham together, prior to travelling to Stamford Bridge for the fourth match of the season against Aston Villa. The two had spent the rest of the evening relaxing on the couch; no additional kisses were shared between them as they had both agreed to keep things friendly, and no matter how hard Ben tried, Amelia had no intentions of going any further just yet. She had admitted to him something that she had never uttered out loud before: she still needed to work out how to exist without Fede.

While their situationship had been as unconventional as it was, it was still something that Amelia had grown to live with and love. Fede’s personality was unlike no other she had come across, perhaps closest to that of Jack Grealish. Friendly, flirtatious, charming, to the point where she found herself blushing sometimes - not many people had been able to make her shy enough to blush, but Fede had, and now Jack was too.

hot boy grealish

mornin mils, can’t wait to see ya today.

I’ll be the hot one with the good hair and even better ass.

hot gal mils

morning my dear jacky, looking forward to seeing you too.

Is Tyrone not playing?

His bum has always been my fav bum to stare at.

hot boy grealish

cut it out, you.

Banter-filled texts had been a constant stream of entertainment throughout the days leading up to the match. Jack has been preparing Amelia for the possibility of her losing, constantly picking on the girl for being an overachiever and saying that she needs to be brought down a few pegs, having been quite some time since her team had lost a match. Amelia however, with enough self-confidence to rival that of the villa boy, wouldn’t even let him finish his sentences. Far too superstitious for that to happen.

The girl believed in superstitions, and she was not about to tempt her fate. She even went so far as to have her family name and a small Italian flag embroidered onto the inside of her collar of every polo shirt she would wear for match days. She did it at Juventus and organised for it to be done to her new Chelsea uniform. It was a personal choice, something that happened to run in her family also, her father and brother also having the White family name stitched to the inside of their kit. It was a way of keeping them all tied together, no matter what side of the pitch they were on. The Italian flag was there to remind her of all that the country had given her: her grandparents and a chance to be brilliant at what she loves most.

Arriving at Stamford Bridge off of the team bus, Jorgi had insisted she sitwith him and they spoke exclusively in Italian for the 30-odd minute drive from Cobham. Despite Amelia purchasing a new car a few days prior, Jorgi insisted they continue to carpool. It worked out well because now Amelia wouldn’t have to catch the team bus back to the training ground after the match. She had spent the better part of an hour out on the pitch with some of the boys, running through the plays she had in mind before she ushered them back into the changeroom, allowing the Aston Villa men to have their time out on the grass.

______________________________________________________________

“I would know that bum anywhere.”

“Hello Jack, nice to see you too. I’ve been well thanks, so has my bum. I’ll let my face know you said hello, too,” I spoke as I stood up from my crouched position, where I had been tying my laces.

“Just kiddin love, actually no I'm not - I love your bum. But I am happy to see your beautiful face too!” Jack spoke, as he pulled me into a hug - wrapping both of his arms around my head, effectively pushing me further into his chest.

“You saw my face a couple days ago when we were on FaceTime!”

“I saw your bum a few days ago on FaceTimetoo, doesn’t mean I'm not happy to see it!”

“So that's why you like helping me do my laundry, so you can see my backside as I reach into the machine!”

“Now I’m not a religious man, but I have prayed to God a few times that you drop a sock or two riiiiiiight in front of the camera.” He laughed back at my shocked expression.

“Jack! You are ridiculous! Stop being such a perv! No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend” I play-shouted at him as I smacked him with my rolled up matchday program.

“I’m holding out for you, my love.”

“Always the joker, Jack. Get out there and prepare for the worst match of your season.”

“Dream on Mils, we’ve got this in the bag.”

“Sure thing Jacky, sure thing.”

I walked further up the tunnel towards the changeroom, getting ready to deliver my strategy talk to the boys.

“Stop looking at my ass, Grealish!” I shouted without turning around. The boisterous laugh that followed my exclamation was enough to know that I was correct. I didn’t need to turn around to be able to predict what the laddish lad was already doing.

60 minutes of football later.

Amelia was correct in saying that Chelsea were going to win the match, her quiet confidence only getting louder and louder as each premier league match went on. She was apprehensive at first to see if her tactics were going to work in the Prem, or if there was to be some compromise on skill due to the fast-paced nature of the game. So far, however, the Chelsea men were quick learners and even quicker to execute.

One thing she wasn’t prepared for, however, was the absolute worldie that Jack had scored just before half-time at the Bridge. There was an element of familiarity in his goal, recognising the play as one of her own. A small smile crossed  her face after he scored, running to celebrate with the away fans before jogging down past the bench and mouthing a quick “all you baby” at her as he moved back into position. She must have told him about it back when she was in Italy, knowing that there was no chance she would have exchanged her trade secrets to an enemy in the same league. It warmed her to know he paid enough attention to her to be able to practice that on his own with his team and execute it flawlessly in a live game.

What Amelia also wasn’t prepared for was for anyone else to recognise the play. Behind her on the bench sat an oddly-inquisitive Ben. He saw the tactic as it was playing out, recognising the run that Jack had to make to put himself in the box at the exact moment that John McGinn crossed the ball. Better yet, he saw Jack run down the sideline, nowhere near where he should have been, and mouth those words to Amelia. He wanted to know what was going on, was that why she wasn’t ready to commit to him?

Later that same evening.

After a hot shower, Amelia was curled up on the couch, ready to continue the docuseries she was watching the night before when she had an unexpected visitor pop round and confess his feelings to her. Thinking back on the night prior, she was happy that things ended up working out the way they did. Of course she wasn’t exactly thrilled with just how they happened but she could forgive the sweet boy. His intentions were pure and that's not something she was used to. It made her giddy to think about him, and about where things may go in the future.

A ring of her doorbell, almost to the exact hour that it had the night prior, made her get off her couch and walk down the small hall to the front door with a smirk on her face. Expecting to see the same brown-haired, blue-eyed boy that seemed to enjoy ringing her bell after hours. What she saw on the other side, however, was not what she was expecting.

“Jack, what on bloody God’s earth are you doing here?! You should be halfway back to Birmingham by now!”

“Are you gonna let me in love, it’s bloody cold out ‘ere tonight. Come on, shove over,” The slightly-less-than-6-foot-tall footballer commandeered her hallway, shutting the door behind him and locking it. This,  coupled with his overnight duffle bag hanging off his shoulder let Amelia know that he had no other plans but to stay with her.

“Sure, Jack, I suppose you can come in and spend the night crashing in my spare room.”

“Now now, don’t pretend that you’re not happy to see me, love. And a spare room? I believe you promised me a cuddle.”

Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile at the charming young man. Feeling the blush start to spread from her chest up her neck and across her cheeks, she quickly turned and walked into her kitchen, calling out over her shoulder to ask if he wanted a cup of tea. Feeling a sense of deja vu from the night before, she shook her head and reminded herself that this is nothing like the night before. How could it have been - there was no kissing involved.

“Was that a blush I saw? Do I make you nervous, Amelia?” Somehow, Jack had moved to be right behind the girl at her kitchen counter. Hands on her hips, chest to her back, lips to her ear. Amelia felt herself freeze, and then relax into his hands.

“Jack, please, I don’t think we should do this.”

“Why not, Mils? You can feel it, too. The tension through the screen’s enough to force me into a cold shower most nights.”

And just like the night before, the whistle of the kettle was the only piercing sound resonating around the townhouse. Whilst all she saw was truth behind Ben’s eyes, Jack's eyes were clouded with lust and affection. Just once, she could give in, right?

Leaning her head back to rest on his right shoulder, he attached his lips to the left side of her neck. Hands rolling from the side of her hips, to underneath her shirt, feeling the small navel piercing between his fingers and smirking.

“Didn’t take you for being the kind of girl to have a piercing, Mils,” He spoke into her collarbone, a small nip to the sensitive skin as the girl continued to focus on her breathing.

“Piercings, Jack. I have more than one” She breathlessly spoke, knowing exactly what she was doing now. The admission of having more than one piercing that he could not see was all of the consent Jack needed to continue his exploration of her body.

“Are you going to let me see them, darling?”

“If you’re lucky.”

“I’d say I'm the luckiest guy in the world right now, especially in this position.”

She was unsure how it had happened, but Jack had pressed her further into the countertop. With her back still to his chest, his waist was at the perfect height to press into the small of her back. His leg had settled between both of her own and his hands had found the bottom of her bralette and were gently caressing her rib cage, desperate to get closer to where he presumed her other piercing was.

“We shouldn’t be doing this Jack,” she breathed out into the air, hot air escaping her lungs to resemble what she felt brewing in the pit of her stomach. Desire.

“Why the bloody hell not?” he mumbled into her sweet spot, where her jaw met her neck.

“Because I've been here before. This is bad.” With her eyes shut, he continued his way down her neck. The fabric of her top shifted so he could slide one of her straps down her arm.

“If it's bad, why does it feel so good? '' Whilst his lips got to work on her collarbone, and his hand was busy toying with the elastic line of her bralette, his other hand began to fiddle with her fingers. Entwining them with his own, the kind of strength she needed to feel to make her next decisions.

Pushing back off of the counter, meaning her ass had pushed right into the part of his body where he wanted her most, Amelia turned around and faced Jack. The two stood there, slightly panting, staring at each other. Amelia being the kind of girl that she is, decided that she wanted to have a little slice of the dominance pie. Maintaining eye contact, she lifted the bottom of her t-shirt over her head and dropped in on the floor, that second piercing now very clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her bralette.

“Come on Jack, aren’t you an athlete? What’s got you so out of breath? I thought you’d be able to last a little longer than some heavy petting.” She taunted at the smirking man, wanting nothing more than to mess up his hair as he nestled himself between her thighs. That's exactly the position that they found themselves in not more than 5 minutes later, this time upstairs in her bedroom.

Throughout the multiple rounds of passion that the two so-called friends shared that night, not once had their lips touched. Of course, her lips had touched parts of him and he had definitely been all over a completely different set of lips a few times (and from a few different positions), but face to face, eye to eye, nose to nose - their lips had never met. That told Amelia enough to set her anxiety on fire. Had she just gotten involved with a carbon-copy of the man she left behind in Italy?

The regret seeped through her bones and settled into her heart by the time that the Villa boy had fallen asleep next to her. What had she done? This was not the girl Amelia wanted to be anymore. She was done being the girl that was loved only when the lights went out. She wanted love under the sun, she wanted breakfast by the river, double dates, family parties. She wanted the kind of love that you could never try and hide even if you wanted to. She knew that this wasn’t what Jack was able to offer her. She was grateful for their friendship, she truly was, he made her laugh more than most people but for the first time in a very long time, she was certain that that's all she wanted from him.

Part 11. | parte undicesima

[melanated-maddy]

TYTON

Hey welcome to this fan fiction. I recently finished war storm and I’m in love with Tyton. Couldn’t help but want to right a fic after seeing so little on this guy on tumblr. Don’t know if I’ll write more as got exams but if you like let me know! All characters and world and everything belongs to the queen herself Victoria Aveyard

Chapter 1

“Debark, debark, debark.”

Tyton was snapped out of his musings pale fingers still gripped against the fading cover of his book. They’d finally arrived back in Ascendant after another long plane journey. A year after the kingdom of Norta was officially dissolved with Cal’s abdication there was still unrest with the Silvers. Too many houses had attempted to feel comfortable on the sparkling throne. ‘Osanos says water comes after fire, Rhambos is taking strength and power a little too literally and Merandus is trying hard to distance themselves from the insanity their own brought forth in Maven and actually claim the throne. At least there’s no more Samos worries. That ship sailed or should I say smashed along with Volo’s head with his offspring are safely tucked away in the capital.’ The soldiers on the plane had started their move off some in a rush to get home to worried families and others ready to have a drink. Davidson was the closet family Tyton had after his own lost their lives to a raid. His mother, father and two younger brothers all gone in an instant. That instance was the first time Tyton’s ability was able to properly manifest. Properly surge. Properly show how dangerous he was. It was Davidson who found him when searching the wrecks of homes and families. Still holding his brother’s Aeon’s hand tears in his eyes. Davidson was always quiet even back in those days and knelt to Tyton’s small height hugging him close. After that day Davidson properly set about burying the family well allowing Tyton to grieve and giving him another place to call home. He’d never admit it, but Tyton was lucky...relieved that Davidson and Carmadon took him in. Even if those raiders who had taken his family from him deserved his rage, he was terrified of the lightning under his skin. With a huff, Tyton uncoiled his long body from his seat standing and stretching up to remind his muscles of their function. The suit he wore was dark not one of the traditional Montfort green it just would not do for some missions. Under his seat he pulled free the small bag carrying a bottle of water, bag of nuts and stored the book into it securely. It was the last thing he’d received from his parents and even so he still struggled to get through it properly. As Tyton turned to move out the aircraft door onto the tarmac he spotted Mare struggling to reach an overhead compartment to grab something. He quickly moved forward and grabbed hold of two items: a maroon scarf and backpack.

“Thanks.”

“No worries I’m always available to help the vertically challenged.”

Mare’s face turned into a vivid shade of crimson and she moved as if ready to punch his arm when Cal swung his head back into the cabin. He seemed exasperated which quickly shifted to a swift glare as his eyes settled on how close the two were.

“Tyton.”

“Cal.”

“Mare what's taking so long?”

“Difficulties getting the scarf and backpack you decided to thrust into the overhead bin. As well as being ready to obliterate string bean here.”

Tyton gave a chuckle, although he was slightly leaner than Cal a string bean he was not.

“Don’t worry just helping her out she’s still yours, your highness.”

Cal bristled with the label, but Tyton was already strolling out onto the blinding tarmac doused in bright light.

As he got his bearings about himself, Tyton could not help feeling the pulses of electricity going off in every person around hims body. Just as you could imagine different emotions and thoughts had different electric compositions. As people moved around he recognised stress signals, pulses of joy and shifts of concentration. The signals never went away but with time he’d found away to keep them working in tandem with him so he didn’t get overwhelmed.

“Tyton come on rides here.” Rafe called his hair in the sun giving the appearance of green flames.

Tyton walked to the transport, long legs eating up the distance in a few moments to be face to face with Rafe. Ella must’ve caught a different one as the storm addict’s blue hair was no where to be seen. Together the two walked towards Davidson who was speaking to Arezzo in hushed tones. With a nod she was dismissed walking instead of jumping to wherever she needed to go. Davidson turned to the two a smooth smile on his face and opened his mouth, but was interrupted by a quick trill.

“Rafe!”

A blur of orange smashed into Rafe’s chest holding him tightly as he clutched her back.

Laughing Rafe greeted her, “Iz, nice to see you too, but you’re crushing me.”

With one last tug, Izelle released her older brother a wide grin tugging on her lips as she looked up at him. Izelle, was Rafe’s little sister by a year who shared his dark brown skin smooth and even and bright smile. In her orange dress that spun around her knees and black combat boots, she giggled letting her hair of tight curls circling her head move slightly held back with an orange band.

“Is it wrong for me to have missed my dumb big brother? Am I wrong Tyton?”

Tyton smiled and shook his head as Rafe glared at him.

“So nice to know that it won’t be a strongarm that gets me but my sister’s choke hold.”

Iz shoved Rafe as he rolled his eyes and moved to put his bags in the transport while Iz turned to greet Tyton.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

And with that Tyton opened his arms and Izelle moved into them giving him a tight hug.

‘Her hugs are always great.’

“Thanks for looking out for Rafe. I’m one hundred percent sure he’s not dead somewhere because of you.”

A deep rumble erupted from Tyton as he shook his head. They walked to the transport as Tyton asked how she’d been.

“All good here finally ready to move onto the fourth arc only two more to go before I’m a qualified teacher of education.”

“That’s excellent. You’ve worked hard for it.”

“Yeah it’s been so long definitely the hardest thing I’ve faced, but it’ll be so worth it once I’m in a class with little guys.”

“Do you know what specialism you’ll take yet Izzy?”

In Montfort, classes were not segregated at all with children of all blood types getting the same education to the best standard they could. Those who were Ardent or Silver has supplementary classes to help in coming into their abilities. However, it was courtesy for teachers at normal school to specialise in understanding one blood type well so that support chains could be used in school for any student struggling.

“I’m not sure yet to be honest. I’ve still got to think, might swing for Ardent or Red they’ve already got lots of silver specialists.”

Tyton liked listening to Izzy speak. Her mind although more hyperactive than most was one he enjoyed feeling the thrum of. She would be an excellent teacher one who was fun and silly, but able to understand and be serious when needed. For all her loudness Rafe often called her the thunder to his lightning. As Izzy spoke she tended to often get enthralled by her words and lost her bearings of where she was. So much so she didn’t see a smaller transport squealing into her path. In seconds Tyron had pulled her back allowing the small buggy to rush past on its was.

“Izzy.”

“Ha sorry about that. Forgive me.”

And with a smile, all was forgiven.

“Come on Rafe is definitely going to start a mood if we don’t hurry up,” and with that she pulled his arm to the transport releasing him to clamber up and take a seat next to Rafe. For all the bickering and teasing they did the two siblings loved each other dearly. They had sought refuge in Montfort from the Piedmont principalities with their mother. The two remembered little about their original home as they had left so young, but the happiness Montfort gave them was all they needed. Forgetting all about her conversation with Tyton, Izzy poked Rafe to tell her all about Norta and what things they’d encountered. Izzy had never left Montfort. She was definitely not a soldier, barely remembering to tuck in her thumbs properly when punching Rafe and the Ardent abilities had only passed to him so a useful electricon on the battlefield she was not. The ride to Ascendant was bumpy, Davidson muttering about looking into the concrete and upkeep of the infrastructure when back home. The air rushed in as they sped across the landscapes moving closer to the capital with every second until the transport stopped in a quick halt. The stop was so fast Izzy almost span out of her seat if not for Rafe and Tyton’s arms coming to forth to stop her fall.

“What’s going-“

Davidson was cut off when a terrible crunch sounded off. Leaning forward, he could see one of the transports being crushed the metal casings crumbling against each other. Without a thought Davidson threw out a shield glowing blue in the setting sun surrounding the two vehicles.

“Raiders already?” Rafe hit his head against the seat in frustration before moving out of the car to help passengers in the afflicted vehicle. Tyton quickly went about feeling how many Raiders were out there without being told.

“10, all seems to be magnetron. 3 females, 7 males. Wait they’re leaving?”

“Leaving?”

“Yeah moving away.”

Davidson heaved a sigh, “Radio in for some teleporters for the wounded.”

“They’re already here.” Tyton looked out seeing that those badly injured were being jumped back. Being so close to Ascendant meant the teleporters could make the jump.

“Alright then, destroy that transport don’t leave anything of use behind for them.”

With that, Tyton moved to the transport now empty and absentmindedly called forth a storm preparing for a powerful bolt. The skies darkened as his storm came into existence. Davidson let the shield down for a moment to let the bolt come through. In a fraction of a second, a burning bolt of lighting came down from the sky smashing against the transport reducing it to dust and scorched earth. The air singed with crackle as the fire wreck obliterated. Tyton surveyed the scene inspecting the damage to see if it was at a high enough level to not be useful to a magnetron. Being happy with it he turned and started to walk back to Davidson and Izzy, Rafe already sitting in his seat. He was laughing at Izzy as she covered her ears wincing at the terrible sound of the lightning on metal. It was a sound not comfortable for most ears, but Tyton’s power was unheard of in an Ardent. He was different to the other electricons being able to handle electricity more naturally than even them. It didn’t take much for him to call a storm bolt of that magnitude. As he was within a few metres of the transport he suddenly felt a barrage of electrical energy moving towards them. Recognising it as the previous magnetrons he turned to quickly release brain lightning on them being able to drop 4 of them before one let off a spike. Moving out of the way he could do, but the spike still got him in the side forcing him to the ground. Davidson’s shields again went up and Tyton was pulled into the transport as it began to drive away with Davidson’s shields still up. Izzy clambered towards him pulling apart his suit to get a better look at the cut. Her hand pressed down hard as she told Rafe to get the medical kit under the seat. Tyton grasped onto her had holding it down as he grimaced from the pain. “You’re fine it’s only a scratch.” Izzy nervously laughed.

“Of course because scratches produce this much blood.”

“Shut up big baby. I’ve met toddlers tougher than you,” she grinned and Tyton smiled back focusing on her electricity and letting it calm him down in the transport racing back to Ascendant.

[wannaliveattheholidayinn]

First lines

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.

thanks for the tag @janelevy!!!

1. Tandy froze for one minute before she robotically handed the badge over.

there's a land that is fairer than day, and by faith we can see it afar (we shall meet on that beautiful shore, in the sweet by and by) (cloak and dagger, tandy/tyrone)

2. Katy was twenty-nine when she had her first baby.

(all i need darling) is a life in your shape (shang-chi and the legend of the ten rings, katy/shangqi)

3. Shaun just stared at her.

Impact and Icepacks (shang-chi and the legend of the ten rings, katy/shangqi)

4. Alas, i has't not yet hath reached this mitely town ms. Bennet hast toldeth me of.

Take My Hand (Wreck My Plans) (zoey's extraordinary playlist, tobin/leif + zoey/simon + rose/max)

5. Peter Parker comes in every Tuesday and Thursday.

you can hear it in the silence (you remember it all too well) (spiderman: no way home, michelle "mj"/peter)

6. She hadn’t thought about how uncomfortable the job might make her.

(the holy) or the broken, Hallelujah (evil, kristen & david & ben)

7. "Move your butt, I’m making latkes!" Ellie said when she entered the house.

Day 8 - Latkes (third shift society, ellie/ichabod)

8. Luz had been nervous to approach Eda about the matter, that by the time she decided to bring it up, it was day seven, and it felt too late.

Day 7 - Family (the owl house, luz & eda & king)

9. Rory had to say, that despite not really understanding anything that was happening, she was having a pretty fun time.

Day 6 - Sufganiyot (gilmore girls, paris & rory)

10. Natasha stared at the small flames in front of her.

Day 5 - Flames (mcu, steve/&natasha)

11. "Earth to Jessicaaaaaa."

Day 4 - Menorah (marble hornets, jessica & tim)

12. "Hey, Mom? How come we don’t celebrate Hanukkah or Kwanzaa?" Lynn asked after school one day.

Day 3 - Celebrate (evil, kristen & lynn)

13. "Stan, we have a message from Mabel and Dipper," Ford said one night, lying on the twin bed across from him.

Day 2 - Candles (gravity falls, ford & stan)

14. "Hey. Hey. Earth to Simon. Whatcha doing?"

Day 1 - Wax (zoey's extraordinary playlist, zoey & max & simon)

15. Introduction: The following clips are raw footage excerpts from Leif Donnelly.

"burn them" (was there ever anything more than your lies) (marble hornets & zoey's extraordinary playlist fusion, tobin batra)

16. Sylvie had never wanted to shoot the messenger as much in the seconds after she found out she was playing Juliet.

whisper low, kiss me sweet (and we’ll go) (loki & mcu, sylvie/loki)

17. The thing was, Maya was surprised Josh didn’t see through the bullshit.

one thing leads to another, too late to run for cover (girl meets world, riley/maya + maya/&zay)

18. Most would probably think a marriage, one kid, and a divorce later might make her pause, not start immediately looking for love.

so near and yet so far from me (reaching for the moon and you) (zoey's extraordinary playlist, zoey/tatiana)

19. "They’re dating."

the right or a clue (I wouldn’t know if I knew) (mcu & loki, young avengers + sylvie/loki)

20. Sylvie gave him a once over.

an indentation in the shape of you (your mark on me, a golden tattoo) (loki, sylvie/loki)

I'm not a particularly large fan of any of these, they are all rather bland, however if I was told to choose, i'd probably pick #6, 15, 16, or 17. i just think they draw you in the most or kinda let the character shine through. Maybe, maybe not, but idk, i like them the most. as for patterns,,, i really like song titles as lyrics, and the only reason eight of these have "day __" there is bc i decided to do Chanukah fics. also, all my opening sentences tend to be very expository.

tagging @swinging-stars-from-satellites, @ingridgradient, @myheartissetinmotion + anyone else who wants to participate! obviously, no pressure to participate if you don't want to! 💗💗

[lunawho47]

Good Czechoslovakians -- a Roswell Fanmix

A bit of explanation here.

I was OBSESSED with Roswell when I was 14.  It was in its final season when I started watching it (which most people consider the worst season, but is actually my favorite) because it came on right after Buffy, and it actually had a romance I could care about.  I spent my entire spring break family vacation in North Carolina locked in my room, refusing to go on any family outings, just so that I could read my way through the Roswell High novels my parents had gotten me for Easter.  (Yes, my parents always left me books as Easter gifts and not candy.  I had a weird childhood.)  That was the first week I skipped eating -- I didn’t want anything to distract me from the next phase of the story.  When the DVD sets came out a couple of years later, my dad and I watched through them together.  Now, the new adaptation of Roswell High, entitled “Roswell, New Mexico” is out and my dad and I watch that together when I come home to visit.  I haven’t decided how I feel about it yet -- some of the changes they made are not really gelling for me, but I’m seeing if they develop more to my taste -- but it has reawakened my love for the original series.  I recently rewatched the whole original program, and reread the Roswell High series both shows are based on.  I’m now also reading through the Roswell tie-in novels for the first time.

As I watched through the show again, I was struck with the urge to do something for it.  I have a couple of fic ideas, but I’m in my final semester of graduate school, so any writing of substantial length is going to have to wait until after May.  So for now you get a playlist that covers all three seasons and all the relationships.  Warning though: I was not a Tess fan by any stretch of the imagination, so the closest you get to a song about Tess is the Billie track I’ve included on here.  (Max/Liz was one of my OTPs from before I knew what OTP meant.)  Regardless, I hope you enjoy this trip down nostalgia lane, and do check out Roswell, New Mexico if you can.  It’s only had four episodes so far and I’d like to see it last long enough to get a general plot off the ground.

Track Listing:

Immigrant Song -- Performed by Karen O, Trent Reznor, and Atticus Ross//The Boxer -- Jerry Douglas ft. Mumford & Sons and Paul Simon//Shoot Your Gun -- Hanna//Atmosphere (Remix) -- TobyMac ft. DC Talk//Leave it All Behind -- Amy Grant//Into Me You See -- Katy Perry//Army -- Ellie Goulding//Samson -- Regina Spektor//She Wants You -- Billie//Perfect Illusion -- Lady GaGa//Talk Tonight -- Oasis//All About Soul -- Billy Joel//Broken Crown -- Mumford and Sons//Trouble -- Coldplay//What If This Is All The Love You Ever Get? -- Snow Patrol//St. Jude - Florence + the Machine//Protect Me From What I Want -- Placebo//Stubborn Love -- The Lumineers//Watching for Comets -- Skillet//Dakota -- performed by Elsie//Learning to Breathe -- Switchfoot//Love Song Requiem -- Trading Yesterday//Sink or Swim -- Tyrone Wells//Exogenesis Symphony Part III: Redemption -- Muse

Listen to the playlist on 8tracks here: https://8tracks.com/lunawho47/good-czechoslovakians-roswell-1999-2002

or on youtube here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLg-k8-DVwSu1LlnupCM8OJgPe15aH4XOh

Enjoy, friends.

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Fan Fiction. Net is where I am too.

If you want, Treasures of Oregon the Novel is currently available to read on Fan fiction Net. It is the adaptation of the Mystery Bros series on YouTube. It is loosely based on Gravity Falls, and borrows a lot of elements from different sources. It's kinda like Kingdom Hearts in a way. Checknit out if your interested. Also coming soon Tyrone, MB: The Cyber Wars, The Iron Bros, Ethan's Summer and Diamonds of Oregon will also have novelizations and it's own season. Wow, got a lot to do. In addition, well I was saving the best for last. During the madness that is the Fan Fiction of Gravity Falls, I will also work on a fan fic based on Kingdom Hearts featuring obscure and lost characters in the Disney universe such as Lloyd from Lloyd in Space, Rolie Polie Olie, PB and J otter, and the Muppets and many more! Gosh I'm crazy. Well, on to the crazy train!

[deadzedned]

So... Gravity Falls

I first got interested in the show when the finale came around about two years ago, and I *may* have watched the last episode first. So as much as it kinda sucks, I did spoil the end for myself before ever watching the first episode.

I'm currently watching it through from the start though, and it's still quite interesting to see character development regardless, which imo is the mark of a good piece of media: the fact that it can be watched out of order and still be enjoyable. I'm at about s1e8 right now, and it's been a blast.

Another awesome part about the show is the SHIPPING

Like, when I watched "Double Dipper", I think "oh hey Tyrone is actually a pretty cool concept as a character I wonder if there's any fics about him"

which, after about three hours of Tumblr searching swiftly evolved into "oh lordy the Double Dippin au is God's gift to this earth I need more fan works of the Pines triplets HUGGING and SINNING"

This is probably a record time from starting to be interested in a series to diving headfirst into the most deviant parts of the fandom.

[stealth-liberal]

Consequences Pt. 2

This is a continuation of a fic I did called... wait for it... Consequences Pt. 1. To sum up, that dealt with the long term effects of Tyrone having told Tandy in a fit of anger to go and kill herself (This happened in episode 4 of the series). Now, while perhaps it's not vital to have read that before this, it will give you some good context. If you head to my blog you can find it right up top in the 3 most popular posts section if you would like to read it.

A few warnings: I don't know how to hide a long text post with a cut. I promise to figure it out though. So this will be long. The other warning is that this is about Tyrone and Tandy's 1st time having sex. Since I can't figure out how to hide this, it will not be explicit. To use old fan terminology that dates me, this isn't a lemon but it is a lime.

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Sex was not a new thing for Tandy. It was not mysterious, it was not romantic, it was not anything other than Tab A meeting Slot B. It just was. In fact it was something to do to scratch an itch, deal with boredom or to use to negotiate for things one needs when one has nothing.

In otherwords, Tandy had a lot of baggage and unhealthy ways of thinking about sex and dealing with intimacy. Which was not surprising considering her past. Attempted sexual assault, undernegotiated sexual activity, one boyfriend who was far more violent than Tandy had known how to handle at the time and a mother who's sex life was so drug and alcohol infused that Tandy had left home rather than deal with it. She was only 17 years old and had far more knowledge about the bad parts of sexual activity than any girl her age should.

All this left her with a rather mercenary view of sex as bargaining chip. It's not that Tandy didn't enjoy sex or that it didn't feel good, it's that she no longer seemed to know how to think of it as important or as more than transactional.

Tyrone on the otherhand, for all his bottled up anger, had very different views on sex. It WAS important, it was NOT transactional to him. He knew that wasn't the popular masculine view a guy his age should have about it, but he didn't mind.

Ty didn't have a lot of sexual experience, he had slept with only one person, Evita. It had been important, it had mattered and she had mattered. He didn't love Evita, they weren't some great romance... but they didn't need to be. She had still mattered a great deal to him and he didn't regret his experiences with her. There had been girls before her, but they'd always stopped short of sex.

Both his parents and Father Delgado had taught him that sex was important and should mean something. Ty didn't believe that it needed to only be between two people who were in some massive, epic, romantic relationship... but it should still matter.

In otherwords their views couldn't have been more different.

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Tandy had been staying overnight at the church more after their argument. Something about the words said and the wounds left by them had tied them closer. And that made Tandy jumpy, unsure... unbalanced.

This was Ty's church now, not hers. She had a bed, if only in a condemned trailer, she could openly walk the streets. Tyrone couldn't and her church had become his sanctuary. And she kept overstaying her welcome, this was his now and she wasn't supposed to steal it from him.

If she had thought to talk to Tyrone about how she was feeling she would have been reassured she had nothing to worry about. Instead she kept quiet and brooded about it incessantly.

Tyrone, was having the opposite reaction to her increasing presence at the church. Always different, always together. He enjoyed her being there, he looked forward to her laughing leaps from the scaffolding to the floor, the care packages... her. The more time she spent with him, the closer he felt to being able to talk about those pesky emotions he had concerning her.

Unfortunately, he really didn't have much of a clue exactly how transactional Tandy thought sex was.

When she approached him one night, quiet, with an intense look in her eyes, he sat back on the pew and let her come to him. When she straddled his lap and began to kiss him, he went with it. He didn't do too much thinking, he gripped her hips, pulled her closer to him and deepened the kiss. This was what he'd been thinking about and wanting for a while now.

She pushed off his hoodie and pulled off his shirt, he pulled her down closer to him so he could kiss and softly bite up the side of her neck, eagerly pulling off her top.

Tandy looked at him, a soft smile on her lips. "What do you like?"

Without pretense he replied "You."

She smiled wider and delicately began to pull him from the pew to his bedroll by the alter. Gracelessly they removed their footwear and jeans and as he pulled her down to him, Tyrone thought that she was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.

Tandy looked down at him, similarly moved, but pushed it to the side. This was about him... and her debt.

"I'm sorry I've staying here so much, this will make it better."

For a split second Tyrone didn't notice and then his brain caught up. His head jerked back and he stared at her.

"Wait... what? What are you talking about? Are... are you trying to pay for... for....Tandy, I want to do this with you because I want this, want you. Not because I think you owe me anything!"

He didn't want to screw this up, he wasn't mad at her, but goddamn was he mad at her past. Ty may have only been 17 years old but he knew it took a whole hell of a lot of bad to make someone think about sex like this.

Tandy looked wide eyed, embarrassed and like she wanted to disappear. When she spoke to him her voice shook and her hands glowed like they did when she felt vulnerable and needed a weapon.

"I... I thought I needed to... that you. It what people always.... I'm not... I'm not...!"

In that second Ty realized that for all Tandy's physical experience with the act itself, he had more experience with the intimacy that should at least sometimes go along with it. He reached out and gently pulled her back to him.

"Sshh, it's ok. But I need you to listen to me. I really want to do this and I really fucking want you. But not if you don't want me back. That's really important to me... I'm pretty sure I love you and I don't want you to do anything with me you don't actually want. If you're with me... sex or not, it has to be because you want to, not because you think you owe me. Ok?"

Tandy nodded, turned around and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry that I'm screwed up. But I do really want you... and maybe I love you too."

Ty rolled her onto her back and hovered over her letting his lips and hands run over her skin, he didn't say much except one thing. "You're not the only screwed up one. I am too."

The rest of their clothes came off and as he kissed her, touched her, slid into her, he knew they would be talking a lot more about her past. That was ok, but right now he needed her to know that she mattered, that this mattered, mattered in a way that was right.

Because it did.

[rose-of-gabriel]

I think you are spot on about Tandy/Liam and their dynamic...I would love to see a fic about Tyrone picking up on the subtle issues Tandy faces like low self-esteem (drug withdrawl even?) and like you said Tyrone knowing her better than anyone else can. Keep doing you and pushing the culture and fandom forward from a huge fan!

I hear ya, Anon. I have a feeling the finale will leave us all an emotional mess and the waiting period for season 2 will be a good time to explore the ideas you’ve mentioned. I’ll definitely keep them in mind! 

Thanks again for the message and for supporting the fic!