#adam writes

[obscuregenderenvy]

No Man (But You): Additional scene

Peter had had a long day, and if he was honest with himself he did not want to patrol later. He was so tired he didn't even notice the person occupying his couch when he got home, or the fact that the door that was broken only last night was now fixed perfectly.

He actually has his shirt half over his head and covering his eyes before the intruder makes himself known.

A wolf whistle and a shout.

"Woo! Petey I didn't know you were shredded under that nerdy little outfit!" Wade, his neighbor, was apparently in his apartment.

Peter quickly shoves his shirt back down to cover himself, face red in embarrassment and anger.

"Wade!?" Peter's glare could level cities, but Wade just laughs and lounges back further into Peter's couch. "What are you doing here?"

"I broke the door, I fixed the door." Wade's smile is contagious even with how dead on his feet Peter is.

"Oh- I... Thank you." Peter doesn't know what else to say so they just stare in silence for a moment.

In that moment Peter realizes he's probably not getting a choice in going on patrol or not because Wade is very hard to get rid of normally but after last night he doubts Wade will accept any reason Peter would give for him to leave. His head throbs and an aura forms in the corners of his vision. He tries to adjust glasses that he hasn't needed since the spider bite, managing to just poke himself between his eyes.

"Mhmm, now would you please sit down before you pass out." Wade's voice is suddenly serious and Peter watches the world fisheye for a second before Wade is snatching him by the arm and pulling him towards the couch.

Peter lands roughly, his face pressed into the thread bare pillows that line his couch and one leg twisted oddly.

"Hey!" His protest is eaten by the couch, he lifts his head and glares at Wade.

"You were going ghost Danny," Wade jokes then looks at Peter with full seriousness. "When did you eat last?"

"Uh? I definitely had breakfast." Peter thinks he did at least.

"I doubt you had one good enough to make up for the blood loss. Which I cleaned up that stain, and the others. Which I would love an explanation on that seemed like a lotta blood Bambi." Wade's rambling just picks up as Peter walks away from him, his plan is to search through the kitchen and try to come up with a plan.

He needs to find a way to cancel on Deadpool without Wade seeing him. Keeping his secret identity is going to be an issue if Wade decides to be a permanent fixture in his life. Even though his intentions are sweet, he doesn't realize how much of a problem he's being for Peter.

"Hello! Earth to Peter? Calling Moon Man!" Wade's voice breaks through the whirlwind thoughts.

"Huh?" Peter stops and turns to look at Wade.

"I said I ordered a pizza, figured you'd be back by now." Wade frowns and waves a hand at Peter, gesturing come here. With out thinking Peter returns to the couch.

Wade grabs his arm again but the pull is expected and more gentle this time. Peter allows his neighbor (friend?) to pull him down next to him. Wade casually drapes an arm over his shoulders and knocks their heads together softly.

"So brown eyes, let's watch a movie while we wait!" Wade acts like they do this all the time, like Peter knew he would be here and have food on the way.

It's too much for his tired brain, so he just goes with it. He lets Wade prattle on about nothing while looking through his DVD collection until the knock on the door signals the pizza's arrival.

Wade insists on Star Wars so they watch that while they eat, eventually Wade gets up to use the bathroom and Peter uses that moment to use Spider-Man's phone to text Deadpool that he's staying in tonight. Only to see he already received a text from DP already saying the same thing. Well he actually said something far more vulgar than Peter would have but whatever.

By the time they finish the movie Peter is over tired and almost loopy from it. When he felt it coming on he tried to kick Wade out but it didn't work. Wade just amped up the jokes. When Peter tried to wrestle him off the couch he ended up in a head lock he would need Spider Strength to get out of so he relented and let Wade put on the next movie.

They settle back in and Peter doesn't mean to but he ends up with his head resting on Wade's shoulder. The weirdly familiar smell of gunpowder and leather soothing him in a way he can't even admit to himself. The last coherent thought he has before falling asleep on Wade's shoulder is that he should go to bed but that Wade was so warm and so comfortable.

When he wakes up in bed in the morning still wearing his clothes from the day before he's confused for a long time until he gets a vague memory of Wade carrying him to bed and then leaving last night. He was surprised the other man was willing to care for him like that. It has been a long long time since Peter had someone tuck him into bed sleeping.

He's thinking it over when there's the sound of a key in his door, that sends him shooting out of bed and grabbing his baseball bat in seconds. He sets his feet and ignores the twinge in his arm from his slash wound.

When the door finally swings open to reveal Wade standing there, key in hand, looking at least somewhat embarrassed.

"Oh, you're up!" Wade's moment of guilt is quickly washed away with a smirk.

"Why do you have a key?" Peter lowers the bat but doesn't put it away. This guy can say all the right things all he wants. He can tuck Peter into bed or whatever, but he's drawing a line here- so help him.

"I figured it would save me from shelling out for another door in the future pretty boy. But if property damage is your thing who am I to deprive you!" Wade wags his hairless eyebrows at Peter. Startling a laugh from deep in his chest.

"Why would you need to break my door down again?" Peter switches the bat from hand to hand, the pros and cons of letting this happen screaming through his still groggy brain.

"I won't. I have a key now," he continues to grin at Peter.

"Knock first."

"Never gonna happen." Wade finally enters the apartment. "But I can respect the deadbolt."

Peter eyes the other man carefully. It's not like Peter couldn't handle him if he needed to, it's just the whole secret identity thing that makes this not okay. For some reason he does trust Wade. A little at least.

"C'mon Parker I swear it's just for emergencies. What if you get locked out!"

"You'll respect the deadbolt?" He's so hesitant about this, but his Spidey Senses remain quiet so this can't be too bad an idea. Right?

"At first!" Wade holds a hand up like a boy scout swear, but he crosses his fingers and smiles. Peter just narrows his eyes before placing the bat back in its not hiding place.

[sawtastic-sideblog]

Bringing this back for part 6. I haven't been writing lately and just needed something fun and easy to do to bring me back into it. Enjoy.

Jill: Birthday dinner for John tonight at 7. Don’t be late.

Lawrence: Do I need to bring anything?

Jill: If you want to bring a side or a dessert. Oh and some plates.

Lawrence: Sure thing. Do you have a preference of what dish it is or brand of plate?

Amanda: aren’t all paper plates the same?

Mark: No, apparently some are stronger and some are thinner. 

*Adam Standheight sent a photo*

Jill: Adam, I normally don’t ask questions I don’t want to know the answer to, but what the fuck?

Amanda: MY EYES!!!!!

Mark: Could’ve gone my whole life without seeing that.

William: It looks broken?

Logan: How did you break it?

John: Have you been to the doctor?

Adam: SORRY!!!!! WRONG MESSAGE THREAD!!!!!

Adam: It was meant for Larry only. I wanted his professional opinion on if I should go to the doctor.

Lawrence: Adam, you have a compound fracture in your forearm. How are you not at the hospital yet?

Adam: Because I am stuck. 

Mark: Where? I’ll come get you.

Adam: Funny story. I stopped a robbery. Two big dudes were trying to rob a lady of her purse. I took pictures. They saw me and chased me. They left the lady alone.

Amanda: And they beat the shit out of you?

William: Did they do this to you?

Adam: No. They never got the chance because I ran fast. I made it to the rich people lake houses and went to jump over a canoe. 

Jill: Did the canoe somehow break your arm?

Adam: Technically yeah. My foot clipped it and I landed weird on my arm. I rolled down the bank a little and I’m now caught in a net of some sort. I panicked and now I’m just here.

John: Do you know where you are?

Adam: In a net. I feel like a fish. Or a butterfly.

Adam: Oh shit. I hear voices. 

Adam: It’s the homeowners!

Lawrence: Adam?

Mark: Adam?

John: Are you okay?

Amanda: What if they killed him?

Logan: I’m sure he’s fine. The homeowners are probably shocked.

William: Mark, you’re a detective. Detect where Adam is.

Adam: I still live. The homeowners helped me out of the net and gave me ice. They called an ambulance for me so now I’m waiting outside on the front porch. 

John: Are you okay?

Adam: My arm is throbbing.

Lawrence: Naturally with a compound fracture. Any other injuries?

Adam: None that I can feel right now. My body has pretty much gone numb except my arm. 

Lawrence: Try no to move your arm anymore. I’ll meet you at the hospital. 

John: Me too.

Jill: Lawrence, what do we need to do to make Adam a bit more comfortable when he gets home?

Lawrence: Make sure he has something to prop his arm on, we’re going to need ice, some cloths to put between the ice and his cast, over the counter pain medicine. 

Lawrence: Adam, did you break your dominant hand?

Adam: Whatever the left one is.

Lawrence: You’re right handed so you’re good.

Lawrence: If anyone has a small stress ball, kind of like the ones you use when you give blood, he’ll need one. 

Adam: What is all of this for?

Lawrence: You. You’ll need to prop and ice your arm to try to prevent any more swelling, the pain meds is to make sure you don’t get too dependent on the heavy stuff the hospital will more than likely prescribe, and the stress ball is to keep your hand moving.

Adam: Hey Chris and Pam’s daughter just came home. It’s the girl I helped.

Adam: Her name is Claire.

Adam: She hugged me.

Adam: We’re all hanging on the porch. I hear sirens.

John: I’ll meet you at the hospital.

Lawrence: I’m out front, John. You can ride with me. 

Adam: I feel bad. What about John’s birthday dinner?

John: We’ll postpone it. You’re more important.

Jill: I’ll order us some pizza. Extra cheese, Adam?

Adam: Yes please.

Amanda: I call dibs on signing your cast first.

[caesar-the-day]

finally publishing some writing after nearly two years!! inspired by @mugentakeda's dai li lu ten au, seriously go check it out...

Summary:

Iroh had thought that they would be safe, here within the walls of Ba Sing Se. Here, he and his beloved nephew could build a new life in peace. He had assumed, quite reasonably, that in a city of over four million, he would not have to be confronted with coincidental information that might lead to him piecing together who it was that had killed his son. He was wrong. (OR: There is a reason why everyone fears the Dai Li. Iroh's just happens to be slightly different from most.)

[charliejaneanders]

Every single craft has been paying “The Passion Tax” for generations. This term (coined by author and organizational psychologist Adam Grant) — and backed by scientific research — simply states that the more someone is passionate about their work, the more acceptable it is to take advantage of them. In short, loving what we do makes us easy to exploit.

Guest Column: If Writers Lose the Standoff With Studios, It Hurts All Filmmakers

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

My favorite thing about Annabeth is her wardrobe.

Cause like, Rick simplifies her clothes in a way a man would, and you can tell.

Cause in EVERY book, from The Lightning Thief to Chalice, she’s in the goddamn CHB shirt. With like some shorts or cargo pants. Nothing more, nothing less.

He’s made improvements over the years, giving her some other clothes. But he’ll always come back to old faithful.

Like, he most definitely did it on accident, but he made her so Adam Sandler and I love it

[starkspi]

From "Managerial Liberties" on AO3 by @miribalis (where they collect fallen angels like shiny Pokémon at the hotel), it makes me really happy (and has my heart).

[voiice-of-the-soul]

It irritates me alot when people say that making medic more compassionate is ''missing the point of his character'' when he is literally shown to be in the comics.... did you miss the part where he showed concern for both sniper and miss pauling's well being in comic 5 and 6.

His actions are a combination of genuine attachment + clinical interest and these things do not cancel out one another. He is always pushing boundaries and going against the grain and i think this is what led to him losing his license in the first place. He felt stifled by the rules imposed on him.

He is shown to be extremely passionate so it makes sense that he would use his endless fascination with medicine as a way to show his affection. He loves his friends so he will find a way to make them borderline indestructible. Malpractice is his love language.

[poisonlove]

Wednesday Addams x F!Reader

• Reader is about to leave for work. Wednesday asks her if she's forgotten anything, and Reader gives her a kiss. Wednesday turns red and opens her hand to reveal Reader's keys/wallet/etc., saying

'I meant this, but it's appreciated.' Or smt like that!

forgetting something ?

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X fem!reader

Words: 4k

Warning: fluffy

Author notes: I've received a lot of requests, I'll try to do them all!

Happy reading

"Love, what's the password for your phone?" I ask curiously as my eyes glance at the smartphone in my hand.

I found myself in Ophelia Hall in Wednesday's room with Enid, wanting to spend some time with my girlfriend. Enid was doing Things' manicure while sharing some gossip about some outcasts at school. Meanwhile, Wednesday Addams was making the most of her writing time.

Ignoring me.

The tapping of the keyboard abruptly ceases and Wednesday slowly turns towards me. Her brown eyes turn cold and dark as they meet Enid's, who visibly trembles in the face of that icy, penetrating intensity.

"Things, I'll finish later..." Enid whispers, her nervous smile betraying the fear inspired by Wednesday's gaze.

Without saying another word, Enid jumps up from her bed and hastily exits the room. The door slams behind her, resonating in the silent air as Wednesday watches her pass with an impassive expression, lips pressed in a subtle smile of satisfaction.

"How many times have I told you not to scare her?" I say with a small smile on my lips, and Wednesday looks at me without batting an eyelid.

"I didn't scare her," her voice is calm and controlled, without any hint of remorse or concern.

"You did," I sigh at her comment while absentmindedly playing with her phone.

"As you wish," Wednesday replies calmly, showing no particular emotion.

I smile shyly at her response.

"I told you not to use vulgar nicknames in front of others and you keep doing it," Wednesday justifies herself, looking at me curiously.

I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"Vulgar?" I ask, feeling puzzled.

Wednesday nods timidly, without a hint of a smile on her lips.

I sigh loudly.

"Anyway... Could you tell me the password?" I ask again, wanting to change the subject to avoid ruining the atmosphere.

Wednesday tilts her head to the side and scrutinizes me with her gaze.

We've been together for a month, but I don't know if I'll ever get used to her quirks.

"My favorite plant" Wednesday replies in a monotone voice.

"Of course" I reply sarcastically as I type in 'Belladonna.' The phone unlocks, and I smile as I see the background: me and Wednesday embracing during the Poe Cup. The brunette had a stoic look while she look at me smile at the camera.

"Nice background," I say teasingly and Wednesday rolls her eyes at my comment.

"I know," she replies monotone.

I could see a small smile threatening to emerge at any moment.

"But don't you have any games?" I ask disappointedly, and Wednesday stares intensely at me.

"I barely use it to write to you," she justifies herself, and I nod understandably.

Wednesday and technology were two completely different things and couldn't fit in the same sentence.

"So you only have WhatsApp?" I ask curiously, looking at Wednesday.

"You're distracting me unnecessarily," Wednesday mutters annoyed by my questions. She turns her back on me and starts writing her story again.

"Thanks, Wed" I say sarcastically, and Wednesday continues to press the keys of the typewriter ignoring me.

"Why am I with her, I don't know," I mutter to myself, turning my gaze to her phone. I scroll through some pages and look at the apps.

I  choice YouTube.

"Because you love me," Wednesday replies loudly without looking at me "and anyway, I can hear you, be careful," she adds in a cold voice.

Was that a threat?

"Right" I reply aloud.

I start searching for what interests my girlfriend. Hundreds of horror stories and interviews of real murders, true photos, and thousands of hypotheses about monsters, unsolved murders, and much more.

Creepy but Wednesday's style.

"Y/n?" I raise my head from the phone and turn my attention to Wednesday who had once again interrupted her writing hour.

"Tell me, darling" I ask with a smile on my lips.

"Shouldn't you be going to work at the café?" Wednesday asks with curiosity.

My smile fades and I widen my eyes in realization: I had forgotten.

I quickly get up from the bed in a panic

"shit shit" I put on my shoes and look around the room in concern. "Where's the jacket?" I wonder, and I look around the room with worry. "You threw it on Enid's bed," Wednesday exclaims disapprovingly, and I smile hugely.

I internally thank Wednesday for her incredible memory.

I walk towards the door, but Wednesday's voice makes me stop.

"Forgetting something?" She asks seriously.

  I sigh at the unfortunate moment of being romantic. "You're right" I walk towards her and lean down towards her face to unite our lips in a sweet kiss.

As we separate, I notice that Wednesday's cheeks were completely flushed.

"You were forgetting the car keys, idiot," says Wednesday embarrassed, showing me the keys.

I had left them on her desk an hour ago when I arrived.

"Oh, thanks," I say embarrassed, and Wednesday smiles widely making my heart race a mile a minute.

"But I appreciated it" she confesses quickly and I smile back getting lost in her deep brown eyes.

Yes, definitely, now I remember why I'm with her.

[feral-ballad]

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Feast”

[violixir]

I think it's about time our favourite junior agents go on their very own psychic missions.

[obscuregenderenvy]

When Peter's neighbor notices suspicious bruises he takes an interest in trying to protect Peter. With him getting closer and closer to Peter it's getting harder and harder to convince Wade he's not being hurt by a partner that doesn't even exist. How can he hide Spider-Man but still get this guy to leave him alone?

[sawtastic-sideblog]

I have a request!

Specs x GN!reader. Both are Elise's apprentices. They're in the van, returning from a ghost hunt. There's a kind of romantic/erotic/sexual tension between them. And... if there can be smut in the van, I'd love it!

Have a good day <3

Thanks for the request! Sorry it took so long.

I hate to disappoint you anon, but I don't feel comfortable writing smut. I do hope I did your request justice.

I love bold Specs. Yes, he's an bumbling, awkward fool, but he can be confident sometimes.

Very self conscious about the use of the word "and" in this fic.

Hope y'all enjoy!

"I get to drive Elise's car!" Specs and Tucker yell at the same time. You and Elise laugh as Specs holds out his fist. Tucker holds his out and one, two, three, he holds out scissors.

"Dammit. Best two out of three," Specs says. One, two, three. Specs holds out rock and Tucker holds out paper. "Three of five?"

"Nope, you're driving the van," Tucker says proudly, holding his hand out to Elise. She places the keys in his hand and turns to you.

"Why don't you ride with Steven and give him some company?"

"I was going to offer, if Specs is okay with it okay with it."

Specs looks up from where he was packing the van at the mention of his name.

"What?"

"Would it be okay if I ride in the van with you?"

"Yeah, great, but I pick the music."

"Fine by me. I have headphones," you laugh. Specs nods and goes back to packing the van.

"Is this my exit?" Specs asks as he squints at the sign in the rain. What was supposed to be a smooth ride has turned into a rough one. You two were following Tucker and Elise when you got pulled over for a tail light being out, you couldn't find your chargers to charge your phones, you asked Elise and they were in her car, it started raining so hard you couldn't see, and your phones had died. Not to mention, Specs is doing all the driving because you don't have a license. He's tired and cranky, he's trying not to show it, but you can tell.

"I don't know. I can't read it."

"I'll take it anyway. We can find a motel and stop for the night. Maybe they'll have a charger for one of our phones," Specs says as he takes the exit ramp. You stare out the window, looking for anything to tell you where you are.

"Look, there to the right. There's a motel."

"Thank god," he mutters as he slows the van. He parks and unbuckled himself. "Stay here. No point in you getting wet too. Well, before we go to our room," Specs says. You chuckle. He looks confused for a second, then realizes. "Oh my God! No, not like that. You know what I mean!"

"I know what you mean, Specs. Just go get our room before I piss myself," you say, still laughing. You watch as he awkwardly runs towards the office.

He smiles out the door at you and motions for you to follow him. You grab your bags and keys, lock the van, and run towards the door Specs is standing at.

"You didn't have to get my bag," Specs says, opening the door for you.

"Yeah, well, I did anyway so you wouldn't have to run back in the rain. Did they have a charger?"

"No, we'll have to find one tomorrow. It's another six hour drive."

"Oh fun," you say, putting your bags down on the bed. "Only one?"

"I asked for two, I swear!" Specs panics.

"It's okay, I'll take the couch."

"No, I will."

"No, Specs, you paid for the room, you should have the bed."

"Y/N, take the bed."

"No, you."

"No, yo-"

"We can share," you say out of frustration. "We're both adults. We know boundaries are a thing. We'll be fine."

Specs nods slowly, unblinking as he processes the information. "Okay."

"Okay. I'm going to shower. Unless you wanna share that too?" You joke, raising your eyebrows as you carry your clothes to the doorway. He shakes his head.

"I'm good. Thanks though."

You walk into the bathroom and turn on the water. You undress and just as you're about to step under the water, the door swings open.

"Hey, Y/N, do you want-

"Specs, what the hell?" You shriek, grabbing a towel to cover yourself. "Get out!"

"I was going to ask if you wanted-"

"Out!"

"Pizza," he says as you slam the door behind him.

"Yeah, extra cheese," you say, your face burning in embarrassment. You shower quickly, but stand under the water, thinking about what just happened, until you hear Specs announce the pizza's arrival.

You turn off the water and wrap yourself in a towel. You take your time dressing and decide to let your hair air dry.

"(Y/N), I am so sorry!" Specs exclaims as you step out of the bathroom.

"Don't worry about it," you shrug casually as you grab a slice of pizza. You notice Specs watching you eat. "Take a picture. It'll last longer."

"Sorry, I um, I'm sorry."

You laugh inwardly and turn on the TV. It only picks up the local channels, so you just flip through until you find Wheel of Fortune.

You're not sure how long you dozed off for, when you hear the shower running. You hear quiet mumbling coming from the bathroom.

"Specs?" You call out. You get out of bed and shuffle towards the door. When you hear him quietly singing the Ghostbusters theme tune, you crawl back under the covers and close your eyes. You don't fall asleep, but you think about the case and how the family will recover. You're glad to have been part of the team that helped them.

Your thoughts drift to Specs. How concentrated he gets when he listens to Elise and writes everything down. The scrunch of his nose, the furrow of his brows, the intensity of his gaze on the paper. You wish he'd look at you like that again.

You have had a crush on Specs for as long as you could remember. The awkwardness of his introduction caught your attention. The way he stumbled over his words, said the wrong thing and tried to correct himself, only to make it worse. Elise had wanted you to work with Specs and Tucker for a while, but you had alway worked alone. Until a particularly bad case caused you to call Elise for help.

You saw the big van with "Spectral Sightings" on the side of it and immediately thought 'knock off Scooby-Doo Gang.' You met Tucker first. The behemoth of a man, eating a snickers bar, seemed nice enough under the intimidating exterior, but it was his shorter friend that caught your eye.

He had a small frame, hair that was neat, but still stuck out in random places, and big square glasses. He almost looked like a child wearing his dad's work clothes in the white button up shirt and loose black tie. It was cute. He was cute. He still is cute.

During the session, you watched Specs intently, seeing what this man could do. When he looked up from his notebook, his eyes were fierce and hard. His eyes shifted to you and you immediately lost your breath. Frozen in place, you could only stare back, feeling weak at the knees. It made you feel as if you were the only person in the world. It hasn't happened since, but you think about it all the time.

'That look,' you think, laughing to yourself, 'is my Roman Empire.'

You're pulled from your thoughts as the bed dips behind you. You turn to see Specs taking his glasses off and placing them on the nightstand. His hair is still damp and the strands cling to his forehead. His eyes meet yours.

"You're still awake."

"Not for long. Goodnight, Specs," you say, yawning as you snuggle into your pillow.

"Night, (Y/N)."

The smell of coffee pulls you from your sleep. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the sunlight. Your eyes immediately find Specs at the table, headphones on, hands pressing them against his head as if he's trying to hear it better. His eyes scanning the laptop screen.

You stretch as you walk over to the table. You find a breakfast burrito and a cup of coffee in front of the chair beside Specs.

"Morning," he says as he takes off his headphones.

"Morning. You got breakfast?"

"Yeah, there's a gas station right down the road. I walked over this morning. The guys there told me about a good breakfast place. So, I walked over and got stuff. It's really good. They didn't have any chargers for my phone, so I got one for yours. It's charging now."

"Thanks, Specs. You're so thoughtful," you smile at him and he smiles back, his eyes not leaving yours until you look away.

A couple of hours later, the two of you are on the road again. Specs is quietly singing along to the radio as you edit some footage for the next episode of Spectral Sightings.

"Hey, (Y/N)."

"Hi, Specs."

"I wanted to talk about last night."

"What about it?" You ask looking up from the laptop.

"I'm sorry I walked in on you. I wasn't thinking. Well, actually I was thinking you were behind the curtain and I could just stick my head in, but then my mind went blank. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable."

"I wasn't uncomfortable. You just startled me. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable and scarred you for life."

"I wasn't uncomfortable either. Just startled, I guess. But, I'm also not scarred. You have a beautiful body. You should feel ashamed of it."

"Thanks," you say as your cheeks heat up. He just complimented your body and didn't stutter doing it. He's either evolving ot he likes you. You can't decide.

He gives you a smile as he stares into your eyes. You don't look away, getting lost in his green eyes. You feel yourself wanting to lean closer, but the seatbelt prevents it.

A horn from behind you brings you both back to reality. Specs jumps and looks forward to see the light has turned green.

You continue to stare at Specs. You admire his jawline, the bit of scruff on said jawline, the way his eyes flit about, taking in his surroundings on the road.

"Hey, Specs."

"Hi, (Y/N)."

"You're pretty," you say before you can stop yourself. His eyes widen and he glances your direction. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. But you are. Pretty, I mean. A very handsome man. Oh, Jesus, what am I even saying?"

Specs' looks of surprise fades to one of amusement. He chuckles quietly before saying, "I think you're pretty, too, (Y/N). So very, incredibly pretty. Drop dead gorgeous."

You don't know what to say. You mutter a quick 'thanks' and go back to your editing.

About an hour later you two decide to stop for lunch. You spot a park with a walking trail across the road from the diner you're at.

"Let's go for a walk after lunch. We're going to be stuck in the van for a while, plus, it's a beautiful day," you say, looking out the window.

"That's a good idea."

After lunch, you two make your way across the stret. You follow the trail into the woods, taking in the beauty of the trees, flowers, clouds, bird songs, and everything else. You walk side by side, talking about the latest case. About how you're both glad to have helped the family. Suddenly Specs stops.

"You okay?" You ask. He doesn't answer, pointing towards something and holding a finger to his lips. You turn and see five deer standing still. You cover your mouth to stifle your gasp of amazement.

"Give me your phone," Specs whispers. You do and he starts taking pictures. Birds fly out of the trees above and the deer run into the trees.

"How beautiful," you say, looking over to Specs, who is looking at you.

"I agree. Beautiful."

"Deer are so majestic."

Specs nods and steps closer, holding your phone out. You take it and start looking at the pictures. You notice that Specs is closer. You look up as he is reaching out to you. His fingers brush against your hair, lightly trailing to the place right above your ear. He pulls his hand back with a leaf between his fingers. His eyes find yours and only then do you realize how close he actually is. Only inches between the two of you.

"You, uh, had a leaf in your hair."

"I can see that," you say, eyes not leaving his. His eyes flit down to your lips for a second before looking back to your eyes. Something splatters on Specs' shoulder. You both look to it.

"Oh, shit."

"Yeah, that's what it is," you giggle.

"I'm going back to the van to change. You can take your time."

"I'll come back with you. Elise wants us back as soon as possible. She's been texting me. Tucker too."

"Okay. All over my Star Wars shirt. I got this at a Con. I met Mark Hamill. He signed my original edition poster."

"I once ran into Carrie Fisher and Debbie Renyolds when I was a kid. As a fan of Star Wars and musicals. I was in heaven."

"What musical was Carrie Fisher in?"

"I don't know if she ever was in one, but Debbie Renyolds was in Singin' in the Rain. I loved that movie growing up."

"Oh, of course, I knew that."

"It should only take us about two and a half more hours to get home," you say, looking at the GPS. Specs unlocks the van and you hop in.

"I only have the button up and I don't want to wear that. I'm going to go find a shirt. Want a souvenir?"

"Yeah, sure, get me something cool," you say, not looking up from the laptop you just opened. You edit as you wait on Specs to come back. When he does, he crawls into the back of the van. In the reflection on the screen you can see him shed his shirt, careful to avoid the bird poop. He throws on a white shirt that has a cartoon cow and pig holding up boxing glove covered hands. Hooves? Either way their front appendages have boxing gloves on the end of them. He gets in the front seat and hands you the same shirt, but in black.

"I think it's the big game for the local high school," he says.

"I love it. I'm going to change into mine," you say as you place the laptop in your seat and you crawl into the back. You pull your shirt over your head. From the cover of your eye, you notice Specs staring at you in the mirror. He's been bold today, so you decide you should be too. You smile cheekily as yu walk up behind his seat, making sure you hide you body behind it. You lean down and get close to his ear. You whisper, "Like what you see, Specs?"

He doesn't say anything. You make eye contact in the mirror. His eyes hold a mixture of fear, embarrassment, and what looks to be amusement.

"Do you?"

Specs nods and you smile. You lean forward and kiss his cheek before throwing the shirt over your head, grabbing the laptop, and ploping down into your seat.

"What the hell, (Y/N)?"

"What? I saw you looking at me and asked if you liked the view. You did, didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, cool, drive. Elise wants us home."

Silently, Specs starts the van and pullsput of his parking space.

"I just need you and Tuck to do your talking bit and this episode should be ready to go up," you say about half and hour away from home.

"Thanks. We can probably do that tonight."

"Cool."

"Or tomorrow. I'm tired."

"Fair enough. Ugh, I just realized that I have to get a ride back home tonight. Eh, I'll just ask Elsie to crash on her couch," you say, closing the laptop.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Do you like me?"

"I mean, yeah. We're frien-"

"No, (Y/N). That's not what I mean. Do you like me as more than a friend? Romantically?" He asks, looking at you while at a red light. You nod and he smile softly. "Good. I like you too."

"I'm sorry I teased you."

"Don't be. It was kinda hot. Oh, also, you snore."

"I do not."

"I shared a bed with you last night. You're clingy, you talk, and you snore."

"I do not talk. Or snore. And what the hell do you mean by clingy?"

"You cuddle is what I mean. But, yes, you do talk. If I remember right you said 'just look at me, Specs' and I would love to know the meaning behind that."

"No."

"I'll find out."

"No, you won't."

"I'll ask the further."

"What the spirits will tell you what I mean?"

"They may."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

Specs laughs as he pulls up at Elise's house. You crawl into the back to help pass the equipment out. A hand grabs your wrist and you're being pulled into a body. You're nose to nose with Specs.

"Since we like each other, can I kiss you?" Specs asks as he runs a hand through your hair. You nod and he crashes his lips into yours.

Inside the house, Tucker sees the van.

"Elise, they're back."

"Oh, thank goodness."

The two head outside and Tucker opens the back door to find two of his best friends making out.

"What the hell?" He asks. The pair jump apart.

"Oh, hey, guys," you say as your cheeks flame.

"Hi," Specs says proudly as his cheeks also go red.

"It's about time," Elise says, grabbing a bag. Tucker shakes his head as he grabs equipment cases and following Elsie to the garage.

"Wanna share my bed tonight?" Specs asks.

"That sounds like a good idea."

[sighed-the-snake]

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. This line hits differently after S2.

You two?

The Antichrist KNOWS ALL ABOUT THEM?

What did he do for them that he told them so confidently not to worry about their future? What did he change while he was in God Mode editing reality? WHAT DID ADAM DO?

[hexadonis]

finally finished the band au comic i’ve been working on forever,,,context in tags

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“The fact is, I don’t know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn’t collapse when you beat your head against it.” ― Douglas Adams

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The Greywaren

Quite suddenly Ronan was cross with both voices. He was cross with himself. Both sides telling him what he was, and him believing it. How long had he been asking: Tell me what I am?.

Never once had he simply decided for himself.

It wasn't a choice at all.

He woke up.

-Maggie Stiefvater