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allkinds-oftrash · 2 years ago

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The Crown S5E9 Commentary

Non-Spoiler Review: THIS EPISODE!! This episode had the Peter Morgan writing I have loved for The Crown since S1 and that went all out in S4. I’ve been missing this spark all season and he FINALLY got it back after 8 episodes - s i r why. So far, this and Mou Mou have been the best written episodes of the season. We deserved more punchy episodes like this especially in highlighting the media war between Diana and Charles. But phew what a way to showcase the end of their marriage. I really really loved the writing of this episode!

Spoilers Under The Cut

The fallout of the Interview!! This should be juicy

I always appreciate how Peter Morgan uses other people or events to parallel against what's happening in the family at the time. It's just such a clever narrative device and works every time!

Also ohmygod Couple 31 - they're going to be the 31rd couple on the divorce docket aren't they!

LMAO LIZZIE WROTE THEM A LETTER TELLING THEM TO DIVORCE HSKDHJD Only took you 14 years Lizzie I'm cackling "To request a divorce" HSJDJDJ I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING Like this is so sad but also it was a long time coming and they all deserved to be free from the marriage

Oh nooo Patrick and Dr. Khan WHY 😭😭 Patrick was always there for her too dammit I mean the separation was always going to lead to a divorce Di But I can't help but still feel sad for her sigh Not the fucking press hounding her outside her therapist's office too wtf??? She deserves to drain him for all he's worth Lord knows she'll put that money to good use with her charities more than the BRF ever will

Well Camilla's prophecy from S4 came true - wasn't so much a prophecy but a prediction Girlie is the villian now and being hounded by the press Lmaooo not Charles getting her a PR expert to protect her image

LIZZIE I KNOW YOU'RE NOT MAKING POOR JOHN MAJOR THEIR DIVORCE MEDIATOR SHDKJDJD Mans really became their babysistter-therapist-marriage AND divorce counsellor this season huh This is too funny pls All the previous PMs have had serious political reports to give her And this one who I like the most so far despite him being a Tory, is set up to put out personal fires for the Royal Fam I can't stop laughing Not him listing all the suitable candidates with such obliviousness and then Lizzie drops the bomb hskdjkd

Lizzie: "What about you"

John Major: "Me?"

I DIED Johnny Lee Miller I LOVE YOU The Crown is ✨a comedy✨ yall Not her comparing this divorce to the conflict in Northern Ireland Elizabeth STOP IT Yeah he is easy to like and trust and I hate it cos he's a TORY Lmao well Lizzie he can't really say no, can he. Who the hell is going to say no to the Queen of England dhdkkds Omg he's into it?? Just cos she used the word umpire John babes don't you have a country to run?? Not his family feeling neglected 💀💀 Occupational Hazard things I guess

This Irish couple is going THROUGH IT Ngl I like these divorce couple breaks in the episode. It's really interesting

Okay Mark stop lying you can hate her too Lmao okay Camilla you made the consistent choice to do so loving him and in the process tagteamed with your lover to bully and manipulate a 19 year old so yall do not get off that easy

God this conversation is depression to watch now that she IS the Q word Also again with the "word" although in this case I get it. Better than the divorce conversations with Andrew dkdkkdkd LMAO THE CALLBACK TO TAMPONGATE I'M SCREAMING God Charles is being such a baby

John Major is really good at this I'm shook Not this motherfucker telling her never to speak publicly abt what she went through Basically paying her off to be silent LMAO DIANA "If he's hoping to stuff my mouth and hoping I gag on it, then that sum better be 8 figures and start with a 3" W H A T A L I N E

Not them sucking up to the Spin Doctor shdkjdd this is so funny

OH this dentist and hygienist's age gap and dynamic is PEAK Diana and Charles This was sad to listen to

Chucky I KNOW you're not flirting with your ex wife right now what is wrong with you Also ALL her looks are iconic "Natural" Okay stfu Chucky Yeah you never said nice things ever Chuck She's right you got everything you ever wanted He's being too nice I do not trust it nor him

Lmaooo he doesn't remember where the kitchen is She's right buddy you were never happy here This is the first time he's ever said anything I agreed with: "Why doesn't one eat scrambled eggs all the time" He's right they are a vibe

Charles: An audit of the marriage Diana: An autopsy I LOVE IT

Holy fuck this is a brilliant piece of writing Just wowow this conversation is so snappy and tight THIS is the kind of writing I've been wanting all season

It might have been mean Di but it's true the mans has always been old He has Old Energy nothing wrong with that jajjsks Lmao she called him old once and he got upset 💀💀

"You do know there was always love there" Okay Mr "Whatever In Love Means" Charles is odd wanting Di to say her name God this is a painful conversation Ofc Chucky is throwing a tantrum Not the "Ask my parents" line 💀💀

Dominic's Charles feels more restraint I can't decide if that's a good or bad Like Josh went OFF Dominic even while yelling doesn't feel as visceral?? This was an autopsy indeed Okay sorry but that was such a bad crying shot - should have just kept it a wide from the start

Lmaooo NOW the divorce court is full of the press after being empty I mean I know why it's just funny it was just the lawyers for the other couples who weren't even there and now the whole court is full They weren't even there 💀💀 Also omg imagine the person finalising THE Wales' divorce - w i l d shit Damn to end it on their wedding procession that was A Choice

Now onto the finale!

#The Crown #The Crown Season 5 #The Crown Spoilers

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years ago

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imagine kai and angel carves a pumpkin with kids🥺 maybe kurono and haru joins them too??🥺🥺 then mimic comes and smashes pumpkin aCCıDEntALly,,,,,,and kai uses him as a pumpkin lmaoo

"Oof-!" Kin cooed at the last huge pumpkins Pops let down on a made up table, bunch of pumpkins on it already, smilling and brushing his sweat as Kaito poke the pumpkin.

"What's that for Grandpop?" Kaito asked in curiosity as Pops chuckled before going inside, his two grandchilds following him eargly.

"Well, soon it will be the time you kids wear costumes and your dad is almost freacking out due to getting you two on a dentist." Pops chuckled as Kaito smiled evislish and rubbed his hands together as Kin only let out a curious sound.

"Halloween!" Kaito cheered as Pops took out two knifes "The most cool holiday of all year!"

"I like new year." Kin added with a smile as Kaito only scoffed at her opinion.

"So, with those pumpkins that we brought. We're making-"

"Am I interrupting something?" Everyone in the room went quiet before looking at the door frame. Chisaki had his arms crossed as you giggled at your children cheering that you two were back home.

"I was just about to teach them how to carve a pumpkin." The old man chuckled as Kai's eye twitched.

"With all respect Pops, but who in the hell gives a two and eight years old a knife?"

"Uncle Rappa." Kaito muttered as you shouted what as one of Kai's veins almost popped at the new information.

"Anyway." Pops sighed, handing Kai the two knifes "I sadly cant participate now. But give yourself some time with the kids, after all is almost your son's favorite holiday after all." Pops carresed the boy's head whose chuckled as he gave Kin the same treatment.

"So!" You clapped your hands together "You two want to carve pumpkins to make lanterns?" The kids cheered as Kai stared at you all with a blank poker face expression.

"You know that both me and Kaito can just... overhaul it? Besides, no. Carving a pumpkin must be something so messy and I am not cleaning this house a fourth time." He growled the last words while looking Kaito dead in the eye who just slglared back.

"Oh cmon honey!" You whined, grabbing Kin along to both of you to start the puppy eye look "Pleasee?"

"Pwetty pwease papa???" Kin clapped he thanks together while her golden eyes shined at him.

He felt a tug on his jacket, looking at Kaito with a frown. The boy had a pleading look instead of his same stoic one.

"Grandpop took them outside so is not going to be messy daddy... we will clean after, please?"

He sighed, two knifes in one of his hands as he simply gave up. Pride? The fearful Overhaul? It doesn't fucking existed when he was around wife and two brats.

"Be it. I swear the three of you will be cleaning the yard with toothbrushes." He growled as you cheered along with your kids and went to the yard as Kai trailed behind with a not so excited look before he saw his son stopping and turning back.

"Where are you going brat?" He asked as Kaito smirked at him.

"I will be back!"

"Such a pest..." he muttered as you giggled.

You were cooing at the silly drawing Kin did it on the paper, one that she insisted on craving into the pumpkin before you furrowed your eyebrows at seing Kaito was not back yet.

"Kaito? Baby?" You called out as Kai finished rubbing and cleaning the table and also the pumpkins.

Kai deadpanned at sieng Kaito calling out foe you as blockhead's daughter, Haru, followed after him and gretted you happily.

"I invited uncle Kurono and Haru as well!" Kaito exclaimed as you giggled.

"I thought this was suppose to be a family kinda of thing?" Kai asked in sarcasm as Kurono came out, hand on the back of his neck as he entered the yard.

"Well, I am Kaito's grandfather. So get dunked." He smirked at Kai before waving his hands in false defense as Kai overhauled his glove in warning.

"So what we doing?" Haru asked in esxcatacy as you holded Kin's drawing and showed to the two kids.

"We're going to make faces on the pumpkins to make lanterns out of it!"

"Woah!" Kaito shoved his hand inside one of the opaque pumpkin as Kai called him out for it "Grandpop already took the inside out!"

"I'm going to have a chat with that old man later..." Kai sighed as Hari snickered at his friend's comment.

Haru picke done of the pumpkins almost dropping if it wast for her papa reflexes as he helped her.

"What face flower?" He kneeled in one knee as Haru thought for a second before giving him an idea "Right then-"

You and Chisaki widened your eyes at how skifull Kurono had took one knife out of one of his pocket and quickly cut the face for his daughter to see, causing her to let out a squeal and clap her hands for him.

"Now your turn. Carefull now." Kurono smirled at how tense his daughter was befor ehe hold her wrist and picked another pumpkin to start to crave.

"Ma! Ma!" Kin slappe sheriff little and chubby hands on teh table as you giggled and hold the knife careful along with her.

"Alright alright!"

"Aw!" Kaito whined "I wanted to do one with mommy too!"

Kai only rolled his eyes and picked one and called the boy.

"See?" He standed beside his son, grabbing his two hands on his "Use your quirk now, concentrate."

Kaito looked at his father aprehensively before breathing and out... accidentally destroying the pumpkin.

"Dammit." The boy mumble embarrassed at hearing the other's laugh. Yet his father didn't, he only sighed and took a pumpkin and miraculously took his gloves off.

"Watch it." He started, carefull poking the punking, the cells and atoms falling apart and according to how Chisaki furrowed his eyebrows, the pumpkin was gradually recovering but with certain parts missing, gradually showing the face of the soon lantern.

"Woah daddy that's so cool!" Kaito picked the pumpkin to look in astonishement.

"Try again. This time, focused on how to break the parts of this, and mold in to what you want."

Kaito nodded and after a few exploded pumpkins he finally made in to one that Chisaki felt a bit of pride growing at sieng his son getting the control of his quirk.

"I did it mommy! I did it!" Kaito lifted the pumpkin with his two arms as you clapped your hands along with Kin.

Soon, Kin was slapping one of the pumpkins as you and Kai found it weird at first.

"What is she doing mom?" Kaito asked on worry before you catched and laughed about it.

"I guess she is trying to do the same thing as you and daddy!" You lifted her up to give your daughter a esquimo kiss "Dont worry lil princess! Maybe when you grow up you will have daddy's quirk too!"

"No. God forbid that. Absolutely not." Kai grimace at the thought and flipped your forehead for laughing at him.

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #chisaki kai #overhaul #bnha fanfiction #bnha au #kaito baby boi #kaito chisaki #kin chisaki #bnha villains x reader #bnha villains #zuffer writings

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makeste · 5 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 266: Sad Naruto Flute Music

Previously on BnHA: Tamaki ate a horse; Dark Shadow punched Re-Destro through a wall; Gigantomachia didn’t want to wake up from his nap; Tokoyami climbed inside of Fatgum’s stomach like a little emo joey and mused about Hawks; Hawks was all “am I evil or no? history shall decide!” and sort of kind of maybe tried to kill Twice; and then Dabi showed up and set the two of them on fire before you could say “stop, drop, and roll.” All of this was a real chapter that really happened. Anyway but then Hawks saved Twice by pulling him out of the fire, which I totally didn’t notice during my first readthrough last week, so that’s nice. But then Dabi stepped on Hawks’s face and used his quirk again. So that was not so nice. We’re really having ourselves an arc, here.

Today on BnHA: Well you know the old saying. Save a man from burning and you feed him for a day, stab him while he’s running away and you feed him for life. Oh, the chapter? Right. Well Hawks is perfectly fine aside from getting a sexy scar for his troubles, which I’ll have you know I did predict. Twice however is not so fine, which, fun fact, I did not predict. If you’re just joining us. Yeah. I boofed it. Anyway so Hawks escapes Dabi using the power of mysterious main character logic, and then he stabs Twice, and Twice dies, very slowly and sadly and in Toga’s arms. That’s it that’s the chapter. You’ll love it. It’s full of feels. And death. Lol I’m in a mood right now I’m sorry guys. I’m gonna go write some healing Bakugou essays.

so as mentioned on the “previously” section above, Hawks saved Twice’s life! meanwhile Dabi apparently arrived in time to listen to Hawks’s “here I go... time to kill you... really gonna do it... here it comes...” speech for at least several seconds before he finally decided to make his grand entrance, as evidenced by him quoting Hawks’s “sentiment” line right back in his face before setting him on fire. so basically Hawks is still okay and villains gonna villain. this is my conclusion and 4 out of 5 dentists approve but you can form your own judgements as well and that’s fine!

(ETA: this is all your fault fifth dentist.)

anyway so before we begin, full disclosure, I was warned this chapter would make me cry. so that ominous pronouncement is gonna be weighing on my mind while we embark upon our weekly manga journey today, but alas such is life! at least life in March 2020. did we really expect any good news at this point. I want a refund on this whole year but apparently I should get in line

so here we go. someone is narrating and it’s not quite clear who

but the “you’ve just been unlucky” part is a reference to what Hawks was telling Twice in chapter 264, so unless Dabi was listening in on that part too, I would think this would have to be Twice? even though Dabi’s the one whose face is so prominent here, all handsome and crazy

omg Hawks is holding on to his feather and using his tk to blast away while holding Twice

what a fucking thing to do. is the fucking feather still on fire. and somehow he hasn’t instinctively let go of it?? THIS BOY I SWEAR TO GOD

and so he’s definitely going to have a scar there now it looks like! pretty sure this makes him an honorary Todoroki. aww

and also Twice seems to possibly be unconscious, so I guess that was Dabi’s narration?? you mean to tell me Dabi was basically sitting outside for like a full five minutes. were you fixing your hair. getting ready to livestream?? “hey there villain nation it’s me ya boi, so I’m here in the Hilton Gunga Heights and omg like a shitton of heroes have attacked us out of fucking nowhere, and now the number two hero is getting ready to fucking murder my bro Twice, and he hasn’t even noticed I’m here yet. shit is totally crazy, anyways before we go on just a reminder to click on the link below to check out our official league merch, and if you haven’t already, click on the button to like and subscribe, it really helps us out.” and then boom, just in time to save Twice from Mr. To Stab or Not to Stab

(ETA: now that we know it’s actually Twice what am I gonna do with all these Dabi social media jokes. huh?! Horikoshi you ruined everything!!)

oh this chapter is apparently called “Happy Life.” that’s fun I’m sure we’re going to have a really fun time here

(ETA: so fun the funnest.)

Dabi doesn’t really seem fazed though

yeah he’s fucked we know don’t have to rub it in ffff

(ETA: Dabi. we underestimated him, Dabi.)

so Hawks is all “you nearly murdered your bro just fyi” and Dabi is all “smirk it’s fine cuz I knew you were going to save him cuz ~that’s ~what ~heroes ~do” wow you guys. I just realized that between Dabi and Hawks, this has the potential to be the single snarkiest fight we’ve ever had in this manga. my hype for this chapter just went up 10x

also even though I just summarized these last few panels I’m also going to post them so we can all shamelessly admire hot wounded Hawks

hot damn. you were right, AFO. wounded heroes are the sexiest. I may be paraphrasing a bit

also two things, (1) looks like he called some of his feathers back (so then WHERE WERE THEY??), but it’s not much. and (2) he was wearing gloves this whole time that’s right I forgot. so maybe his hands are okay?? the hell are those made of, damn

oh my freaking lord

this is one attractive chapter I’ll give it that. also raise your hand if you’re surprised that Dabi never actually trusted Hawks. yeah that’s what I thought

well shit looks like we’re finally getting some Hawks thoughts! unsurprisingly, they are all “I’m fucked”

please note that while talking!Hawks is continuing to be all sassy, thinking!Hawks is busy tallying up Jin’s injuries. this is a good sign, maybe. I hope. lol

anyway but speaking of Jin, what is going on

oh lol he’s making a break for it

this is so bad you guys. this is so so bad. if Twice lives that’s all well and good, but if he escapes, Hawks is 100% right about how dangerous he is. they could literally capture 90% of PLF in this raid and it would hardly even matter. also in the meantime the #2 hero is about to be roasted alive so that’s also not great for the hero side all things considered

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh no. I don’t like this. no no no

why did we suddenly cut to outside and someone’s screaming (?) echoing from offscreen. I’m trying to think of not-terrible explanations for this and coming up short. uh

now we’re back to Hawks/Twice/Dabi, only I don’t see Hawks yet. but Twice is just barely dodging the flame blast, and meanwhile Dabi is all

is he talking to Twice?

yep he’s talking to Twice

that’s fine. that’s all I need. for Twice to “go wild” while my nine-year-old son is outside with his batteries all fried and innocently waiting for someone to lead him back to where his other child soldier friends are waiting for him. like. say what you will about Hawks and betrayal, but there was a fucking reason he was trying to take Twice out first

hmm but we’re getting this slow-motion panel now and FUCK ME I SWEAR TO GOD IF A FEATHER PIERCES HIS HEART OUT OF NOWHERE I’M GONNA LOSE IT

WAIT WHAT

EXCUSE ME BUT

? ??????????

well you sure have been made to look the fool now, Dabi. thought you’d won just because you had Hawks cornered in a narrow room and you set him on fire while standing in between him and the only exit. rookie fucking mistake. you scrub. you clod. you halfwit. how could you let this happen. wow I can’t believe Dabi let Hawks escape unscathed except for a sexy scar and that’s the end of the chapter

LMAO

oh my god. well good news everyone this chapter did indeed make me cry

(ETA: listen. I’m going to hell, I know. but it’s still funny as fuck.)

“he went outside with the blast... and flanked me?!” ...sure. sure let’s just go with that. seems reasonable

actually no, sorry, I literally went back two chapters to see if there was another way out of this room, and nope

by the way that last panel is apparently from Dabi’s POV if I’m understanding this right. just standing behind Hawks waiting for youtube live to connect

but anyway. so no exit. meaning Dabi apparently torched a hole right through the wall and Hawks just sat there and was all “okay this hurts like a mother but if I wait it out a few more seconds I think I can... there we go!” you know, logic

so now there is a ton of action happening which I can’t quite understand, but also Dabi is shouting Hawks’s real name for some reason

why do I feel like this is definitely the last page before somebody definitely fucking dies. shit. shit

oh thank god so far so good. and also, lol

BECAUSE HE READ THE DATABOOK, HAWKS. that’s probably how he figured out you were a spy too. we’ve been had

oh snap?!

don’t do this to me Horikoshi. don’t give me hope. don’t act like you’re gonna actually address this topic sometime before the heat death of the universe

AND HE’S OUT

MY BABY OFF TO DESTROY PEOPLE. ;_; shitttt hahaha nervous laughter Ralph Wiggum sitting on the bus etc.

GODDAMN IT HORIKOSHI

I don’t want Twice to kill anyone but it doesn’t mean I want him to die either! just!! can’t I have it both ways?? please stop with this I can’t take it also what is Spinner doing. and also YAY GIRAN SIGHTING hot damn the sex appeal of this chapter is fast approaching critical levels

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT FUCK

fuck me. [eyes post from last week] the real announcer jinx was the metas we made along the way

well we’re cutting away again!! because of course we are!! Horikoshi won’t show violence unless it’s a dog exploding or a little boy accidentally murdering his entire family

[taps megaphone] this thing on. all right then. [clears throat] NO ONE WANTS THIS

FOR FUCK’S SAKE

“I KNOW YOU’RE ALL DYING TO SEE WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN, SO HERE, LET’S CUT TO A RANDOM PAGE OF TOGA AND COMPRESS BEING CAPTURED BY A MAN WITH HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO ARMS”

oh damn but are they really captured though??

forgive me for being skeptical. not to doubt you, Hungry Hungry Hippo Man. I’m sure you’re absolutely right and your sentence cut off at the end there because you remembered that they changed their name to Pliff, and not because you’re being stabbed or burned or impaled or whatever the fuck

!!!

HE LIVED BITCH

yes he totally lived and this definitely isn’t so that he can get one final scene with Toga before he suddenly keels over and dies. shit. at this point it’s fucking inevitable. you had to go and drag his girlfriend into this. I’m so sad you guys I can’t even deal with these emotions I’m just gonna stubbornly joke about stupid shit until I figure out what the fuck else to do

OH MY GOD!!!!???

HE DIED BITCH!?!??

he’s already dead he’s already fucking dead fucking shit

ohhhhhh it’s pouring down sads now

my bird son really went and fucking killed the sweetest little dumpling in the manga. I wrote like 5 thousands essays defending you, Hawks. we gonna have to get you a damn good lawyer now

why is sad flute music from the Naruto OST playing

he’s not gonna need it where he’s going Toga. because they already have plenty of handkerchiefs on the farm. and lots of room for him to run around and play with other villains too

lmao fuck

I really did this to myself, why did I actually start playing Sadness and Sorrow fuck my life. real actual tears

and it SEEMS TO ME, YOU LIVED YOUR LIFE, LIKE A CANDLE IN THE WIND~~~

[sad makeste noises]

AND I WOULD HAVE LIKED TO KNOW YOU

BUT I WAS JUST A KID~~

...

your candle burned out long before

your legend ever did.

[mellow keyboard tones]

welp. ... 2020 ladies and gentlemen

#bnha 266 #twice (bnha)#dabi #hawks #himiko toga #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste spoiler recap #makeste reads bnha #lol I'm not gonna delete those essays though #gonna take my licks like a man #HAWKS YOU DID A BAD THING #WHERE IS BEST JEANIST

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kookoosbunnynose · 5 years ago

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Happy Birthday

Genre: Tooth rotting fluff, like go to the dentist after bitch.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: You surprise Jungkook for his birthday, and you watch his birthday vlive.

A/N: It’s baby’s birthday! I hope you like it, I wanted to have this out yesterday but it be like that sometimes.

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“Thank you,” you say as you take a copy of your boyfriend’s room key.

“No problem, I’m happy to help young love!” Sejin says. “Just make sure he doesn’t stay up too late. We don’t have another show until the day after tomorrow, but they need to rest up.” he adds, raising his pointer finger and waving at you.

“Okay, dad.” You respond playfully straightening your back and saluting him.

“Jungkook’s car wasn’t far behind mine. You better get up there before he does.” He says motioning towards the elevator.

“You’re right!” You nod your head in lieu of a bow and turn on your heels starting to jog down the corridor. “Thank you again, Sejin!”

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“511, 512, 513..” You mumble to yourself, scanning all the doors lining the walls around you. “Ah, 514!” You softly exclaim to yourself before slipping the key card into the door, waiting for the green light.

When you open the door, your eyes are met with the small living quarters your boyfriend has been using for no longer than 24 hours. His suitcase sat at the foot of his bed and a handful of ramen cups sitting on the counter waiting for his return.

You close the door behind you and set your small overnight bag on the large chair in the corner of the room. Shortly after removing your coat you feel you phone buzz in your pocket.

Namjoon: “Y/n! Our car just pulled up, I hope you’re ready!”

You: “Yes! I just got in, I’m waiting in his room! Thank you so much for helping me!”

You sit on the end of his bed, nervously rubbing his palms together. Why am I nervous? It’ll be fine! He’ll be surprised, he’ll love it. God, I’ve missed him.

Your racing mind is cut short when your phone, next to you lights up again.

My Love: “Hey darling, I got back to the hotel safely. I’ll call you when I get to my room :)”

You smile down at your phone like you do every night when you receive one of the many variations of this text. He knows you worry about him when he’s on tour. The boys have amazing staff to take care of them. You trust Sejin and the guards, but his reassurance puts you at ease nonetheless.

You: “Thank you, love. I can’t wait <3”

No less than a minute passes before you hear a plethora of heavy footsteps and in the hall you take one more deep breath of brace yourself and steady your pounding heart.

You run your fingers through your hair and do one more quick outfit check to make sure you look presentable. Despite the fact that he’s seen you in old sweats and covered in cheeto dust, you still want to look your best after you’ve been apart for a while.

“Goodnight, hyungs!” You hear him muffled by the door, that unbenounced to him, separates the two of you. Fuck. His voice is so much prettier in person. You wipe your sweaty hands on your pants one more time before rising to your feet.

You hear his key card slip into the lock followed by a small ding. You watch the door intently as the handle turns. How long is a second again? Because this one feels eternal.

“Hi baby! Happy Birthday!” You exclaim as the door opens to reveal his face.

For a split second he looks like he might jump out of his skin, but when his eyes meet your face his eyes sparkle and lips part to reveal the beautiful smile you love so much.

“Y/n! What the hell!” he immediately drops the backpack slung over his shoulder and runs over to you to slip his arms under yours to embrace you in a lung crushing hug. He picks up up with ease and your wrap your legs around his waist while he spins you round. You giggle into his shoulder taking in his scent and savoring the way his arms squeeze you so tightly.

“Are you surprised?”

“Yes! The guys would share looks whenever my birthday was brought up but I thought I was just getting special gift this year. I didn’t think it would be this special.” He says giving your abdomen another squeeze emphasising this words.

You smile into his neck and you feel him lift his head, but you’re not ready to let go yet. He giggles at your koala like grip, moving his hands to hold your hips.

“Kiss me dammit.” he chuckles.

You quickly raise your head from his shoulder to meet his gaze. He studies your face for a second before his eyes fall on your lips. You place your hands on his cheeks and close the small gap between you. His lips are soft, warm and fit perfectly in your own.

“Thank you. For. Coming. To see. Me.” He says between soft pecks to your lips and cheeks.

“Of course, I don’t want to ever miss your day if we can help it. Also I may have missed you just a little and this was a perfect excuse to surprise you.” you smile and hop down from his waist. “How was the show?”

“It was good! The crowd was energetic and sang along well. They had lots of happy birthday posters. And the guys got the crowd to sing happy birthday to me… And I did not cry.”

“I’ve seen the videos already.”

“Well, fuck.” He deflates slightly.

“I think it’s sweet when you happy cry.” you smile taking his hand in yours and playing with his fingers. He takes your hand in his larger one and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “Are you hungry? Do you wanna order some dinner?”

“Yeah! I was gonna order dinner and then… oh shit.” His face falls near the end of his sentence.

“What? Is everything okay?” You ask worried about his bright smile turning into a small frown.

“Last week on Hobi hyung’s live I told Army I would do a birthday live tonight. I was going to go on when I got up here but I completely forgot when I saw you.” You smile when he tightens his grip on your hand. “I can cancel it, I can just tweet that the wifi isn’t good and I do it after you leave?”

“No no! Don’t do that for me!” You put your hands up. “It’s okay, you only do lives for an hour tops and we’ll have tonight and your whole free day tomorrow to spend time together. I don’t want Armies to be disappointed.”

“Are you sure?” He looks into your eyes.

“Of course! We can have dinner after, yeah?” you reassure him.

“Okay, thank you baby. I won’t be on for more than an hour.”

“I’ll go bug Taehyung while you’re live. He always stays up late.” You rub his arm and get on your tiptoes to kiss him.

You peck his lips and turn towards the door but before you can take a step he grabs your arm and pulls you back towards him. He gently cups your face and presses his lips to yours softly but with enough passion to make your knees weak. He pulls away from your mouth just enough so your lips are brushing against each other.

“I love you.” he breaths against you.

“I love you too.” You say, smile shining brightly. “I’ll be back as soon as you end the live.” You say running your fingers through his hair before you exit the hotel room.

You exit the room and step into the empty hallway feeling his touch still lingering on your skin. You take a deep breath and walk toward Tae’s room a few doors down, knocking on the door when you get there. Almost immediately you hear his heavy footsteps headed towards the door.

“Y/n-ssi!” He says a little too loud flashing his signature boxy smile. “Was he surprised?”

“Yeah! He was really happy.” You say triumphantly. “Thank you so much to all of you guys for helping me with that.”

“Of course, anything for family.” He says pulling you in for a hug.

“Listen, what you just said was really sweet and I’m pissed about it.” You say playfully smacking him in the arm.

“What brings you here, y/n?” Tae inquires, realizing that it’s probably weird that you’re visiting his room when he expected you’d spend every second you could with Jungkook while you’re with each other.

“I was wondering if I could bug you for like an hour? Kookie promised your fans a birthday live and I can’t be a part of that… for obvious reasons.” You chuckle. “I know you’re something of a night owl, and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if I could hide out in your room until he’s done with his stream? Pretty please?” You pout and make your eyes as big as you can.

“Hell yeah, dude. No problem. Mi casa es su casa.” He said motioning to his room behind him.

You enter the room following closely behind, he has his usual chaotic mix of a playlist playing off his speaker. He sits on the floor at the foot of his bed controller in hand to resume his game where he left off. You follow suit and sit next to him, watching him as his eyes bore into the tv screen.

You’re sitting with Tae for no more than two minutes before you feel you phone buzz in your pocket. Shifting your weight to one side to retrieve your device, you click the screen on to find a vlive notification. And if you didn’t know all that you did, the bunny emoji in the title would’ve been enough to tell you everything you needed to know.

You curl your knees to your chest and open the notification. Holding your phone close to your face and waiting intently for the video to load. When it does you’re met with those familiar eyes and scrunched up nose. You smile wide looking at his face and the constant flow of purple hearts, ‘I love you’s, and ‘happy birthday’s. Seeing him receive love from all these people fills your heart. I’m so fucking proud of him.

He goes on about how the show went, occasionally saying thank you for the constant birthday wishes, and answering random fan questions.

“Yes, I love strawberries.” He says matter of factly.

“No, I don’t know what my parents got me for my birthday yet. They’re waiting until I get home to give it to me.”

“Yes, I’m resting well. I hope you all rest well also.”

“Good luck to anyone doing exams”

“You know he loves you a lot, right?” Tae says snapping you out of your focus on your boyfriend making his way through as many of the endless questions as he can.

“What?” you turn to him.

“He loves you a lot, and it’s clear you love him too. I see the way you two look at each other.” He says seriously. “Thank you for making my little brother so happy.” He says putting his hand on yours.

You feel face getting warm at his words and your vision starts getting blurry, you turn your head away from Tae’s sight.

“No! Y/n don’t cry!” He panics squeezing your hand tighter

“It’s okay Tae, they’re happy tears.” You laugh wiping your eyes, in an attempt to save your eye makeup. “I’m just glad I can make him as happy as he makes me.”

“Trust me, you do. We can’t get the little shit to shut up about you.” His eyes widen slightly as he recalls the many times Jungkook has showed him a picture you’ve sent him, or when he tells various stories about evenings you’ve shared.

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About 20 minutes into Jungkook’s live stream Tae receives a knock on the door from the rest of the boys, telling him it’s time for them to invade Jungkook’s peaceful stream. The rest of the members giving you small nods as they shuffle out.

As much as you’d love to join them and reveal your relationship to the world, you can’t just yet. But that’s okay, as long as you have each other, that’s already more than you ever dreamed of having.

You turn your attention back to his stream, getting ready for the inevitable chaos.

They enter his room loudly singing happy birthday and shows off his wide bunny smile. The one that shows every tooth in his mouth. The one that makes your heart flutter and your face heat up. The one that you can’t wait to see back in your home in just five long weeks.

You watch each member as they do their own things around the room to annoy Jungkook and entertain fans. Jin is making some sort of pun that isn’t audible but you can tell by the way he’s poking Jungkook in the ribs with his elbow. Namjoon is standing behind your boyfriend with his hands on either one of his shoulders. Hobi is trying his damnedest to get Jungkook to stand up so he can give him birthday spanks. Taehyung and Jimin are jumping on his bed that seconds ago was neat and tidy. And Yoongi is just standing to the side watching his brothers with a small smile on his face.

You love your boyfriend and this little family that you’ve become a part of, and you wouldn’t trade them for the world. You already have the world in your hands. Sure it can be difficult, he’s a busy man. But despite all that you wake up everyday not believing you’re lucky enough to call him yours. Not because he’s Jungkook of Bangtan Sonyeondan but because he Jeon Jungkook. The most wonderful man you’ve ever met.

They spend a few more minutes causing a ruckus before saying goodbye to the fans and your love. Moving towards the door and quieting down as they enter the silent hallway.

---

“Everyone, I will take three more questions before I wash up and head to bed.” Jungkook says to his phone.

Your face lights up at his words, his streams normally feel so fast but knowing that he’s just down the hall from you makes it feel twice as long.

“Oh, he’s almost done!” Tae exclaims

“Fuck yeah!” You say and high five him making him giggle at your excitement.

Jungkook finishes up answering the last question and starts his small series of goodbyes and goodnights. And you hop to your feet pacing by the door, waiting for the steam to end.

As soon as it ends fully just to be safe, and when that ‘this broadcast has ended’ screen pops up you give Tae one last thank you before you swing the door open. You jog down the hall and stop at your boyfriend’s door. You stick your key card into the lock but in your excitement you’re met with a red light. You try two more times still being met with a red light.

“Fuck!” you whisper yell at the door and you can hear Jungkook on the other side laughing at your struggle before opening it for you.

“Are you having a problem?” He chuckles at you

“Not anymore” You say and wrap your arms around his abdomen and resting your head on his chest. “Can we have dinner now?” Your words muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

“I just finished ordering it.” He says putting his arms around you.

“Hell yeah.”

He pulls away from you to plant a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for the best birthday present ever.”

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randomfandomimagine · 5 years ago

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High Crush (Courtney Miller x Reader)

Characters: Courtney Miller, Shayne Topp, Olivia Sui, Keith Leak Jr., Noah Grossman

Fandom: Smosh (Youtubers)

Tags: Reader Insert, Gender NeutralReader

Warnings: None

Requested by anon: Can you do a Courtney Miller x reader where the reader is getting her wisdom teeth out and the smosh squad go with her and Courtney has a crush on the reader and the reader confesses that she likes Courtney. I saw that you wrote for smosh and I wanted to send an ask bc I don't see many people who write for them.

“Are you nervous, Y/N?” Olivia asked you, not taking her eyes off the road.

“A little...” You admitted, trying to appear calmer than you were. In reality, you were extremely anxious for many reasons.

Olivia was driving you to the dentist to get your wisdom teeth taken out, and you had seen enough viral videos to know a lot of things could happen. Not only would you have to go through that horrible surgery, but face the possibility of embarrassing yourself while you were all loopy.

“It’s gonna be okay” Courtney, from the copilot seat, patted your hand to comfort you. You smiled at her, endeared that she was always such a sweetheart.

“Just do me a favor, guys...” You looked at the rest in the backseat with you. “Don’t record me or anything, I’m probably gonna say some crazy stuff later”

“Why do you think we all came with you?” Shayne joked, laughing mischievously.

“I mean it!” You pointed a finger at him, then turning to Noah and Keith squeezed to your right. “Especially you two!”

“I’m offended!” Noah gawked at you, being supported by Keith’s complaints.

“You have no trust in us, Y/N” The latter said, innocently smiling at you.

“Okay, we’re here!” Olivia stopped the car and took her seatbelt off.

“Seriously, though” Shayne’s voice softened. “It’s probably not as bad as you think”

Looking forward to being done with it, you pouted and exited the car.

You couldn’t help but to fidget in the chair. The waiting room seemed like one of the worst tortures at the moment. Your friends tried to take your mind off it with their banter and jokes, but you were more and more nervous with each passing second.

“Hey” Courtney bumped her shoulder into yours, bearing a playful cocky expression. “You can hold my hand if you want”

You laughed a little, causing her to giggle too.

“Don’t tempt me, Court” You joked, trying to hide the fact that you were dying to hold her hand.

“I’m serious!” To reinforce her words, she held it out for you to take. “If it will make you feel better...”

You nodded, knowing it would definitely comfort you. Looking at the rest, you noticed everyone was busy having conversations of their own. Olivia was confusing Shayne with something he didn’t understand, and Noah and Keith were arguing about something.

When you felt the touch of her soft warm hands, your heart skipped a beat. It was comforting and anguishing at the same time. You had only been crushing on Courtney for forever now, and you were just holding her hand! While she was trying to make you feel better!

To make matters worse, she dedicated you the brightest smile that nearly made your heart stop. Just then, you were startled by the sound of a door opening.

“Y/N?” They called your name, to which you lifted your head.

“Can one of us go in there with her?” Noah asked, hoping to calm your nerves.

“Okay, but just one” The assistant said, and you immediately turned your head.

Still holding Courtney’s hand, you gently squeezed it. She widened the grin that lingered on her lips and nodded.

Olivia, Shayne, Keith and Noah wished you good luck and dedicated you a few words of encouragement. You appreciated them and thanked your friends, even if it was the hand wrapped around yours that trully gave you courage.

You didn’t know what you were so afraid of. It was all done and you were feeling completely happy and relaxed. Your mouth did feel weird, a little numb, but everything else was perfect.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” Courtney asked you as soon as the dentist moved his chair away from you.

“Greeeeeeat, I feel great!” You eyed her gravely. “But there’s marshmallows in my mouth and I can’t eat them”

Courtney threw her head back and laughed out loud at what you had just said. The sound filled the room, making you chuckle in a silly manner.

“Y/N will probably be feeling a little strange today” The dentist warned her, earning a solemn nod from her as she grew more serious again.

“No, no, no, no, no, no” You spoke quickly, trying to figure out why your voice came out muffled. Until you remembered the marshmallows in your gums. Which were actually gauzes, but your foggy mind couldn’t tell at the moment. “I feel fiiine”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause you seem a little high to me”

“Nah, I’m hap-py” You told her, separating the syllabes.

Courtney watched in amusement as you repeated the word ‘happy’, seemingly loving the way it sounded.

“You better sit for a moment before you leave, okay?” The dentist reminded you, patting you in the shoulder.

“Sure! Sure, sure, sure” You chuckled to yourself, grabbing Courtney’s face in your hands and fondly squeezing her cheeks. “I’m in good hands”

She giggled at the comment, even if her cheeks seemed to burn under your touch. When you let go of her, Courtney laughed a little as she kindly squeezed your arm.

“You need anything?” The smile wouldn’t leave her lips as she observed you in your intoxicated state.

“Yes!” You exclaimed, startling her a little because of the sudden change in volume. “I need to tell you something, but don’t tell anyone”

“Okay...” Courtney half.questioned, cautiously leaned forward to hear your secret.

“I like you, Court” You pouted, and she gawked at you while you began sobbing. “I like you so much, oh my god! You’re the best and I love you!”

Much to your surprise, she broke out in laughter. Surelly, she didn’t think you meant it. You weren’t being yourself at the moment, to be fair.

“No, you don’t understand!” You whined, reaching out for her hand to hold it urgently. “I have a big crush on you because you’re amazing! You’re so funny and hardworking and kind and talented and pretty and-”

“Okay, dude...” She awkwardly said, not really knowing how to react. “Thanks”

Next followed a fit of nervous laughter from Courtney as you lowly complained and wallowed in the misery that she didn’t really believe you.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You hid your face in her shoulder, and your friend patted your head to comfort you as you softly sobbed still. “I’m serious!!”

“I’m not laughing at you, Y/N! It’s just, uh...” She continued to chuckle awkardly. “I don’t know...”

“I wanna go home...” You mumbled, still sulky like a child.

“Let’s go” She helped you stand, holding you up in fear that you were still too affected to stand on your own, but you did. More or less. “You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re all whiny”

“Shut up” As you left the dentist consult, you didn’t leave her side.

But Courtney didn’t leave your side either, wanting to make sure you made it home safely. Even after they dropped you off, you lingered on her mind.

The next day you were ready to face embarrassment. You didn’t remember anything that happened and you dreaded to see any possible videos that they might have recorded while you were high after your wisdom teeth were taken out.

“Hey” You heard Shayne’s voice greeting you. “How you feeling?”

“My mouth still hurts” You replied with a shrug. “But what I’m really worried about is what I did yesterday”

He laughed a little, but softly shook his head.

“Don’t worry, Y/N” Shayne calmed you. “You didn’t do anything too embarrassing”

“That’s good”

“I mean, we did get a few laughs out of you, but...”

“Come on...”

“Courtney, though... I think you said some weird things to her”

“What?” You immediately froze, terrified of what you might have said precisely to her.

“Yeah, she was acting a bit weird” He pointed a thumb over his shoulder to where she must have been. “I don’t know”

“Dammit...” You ran to the office to meet with Courtney.

You found her there, sitting in a chair and looking at her phone. She lifted her head at the sound of the door opening and immediately smiled at you.

“Hi, Y/N” However, you could sense some nervousness behind her usual friendly interaction. “Are you feeling better today?”

“Yeah, yeah...” You frowned, mortified to have to face her. “But, uh... Courtney?”

“Yeah? What’s wrong?” Courtney saved her phone to center her attention on you.

“Did I... say something strange to you?”

She looked away at the question and took a little bit to answer. The pause made your heart race in anticipation and fear.

“Yeah, you... kinda... said you have a crush on me” Courtney accompanied her words with a small chuckle that made your heart flutter even more than the statement itself.

“What?! Kill me, just kill me” You hid your face on your hands, suddenly wishing to dissapear. “I’m so sorry”

You heard her quickly stand up and rush to your side to place a hand on your shoulder. When you looked at her, she was showcasing an empathetic expression.

“It’s okay, you probably didn’t mean it right?” She tilted her head in consideration. “Unless you did, because I... might have a crush on you too”

You blankly stared at her, unable to say anything. Your lips moved, urging yourself to summon some words, but still none came out. All you managed was a goofy looking smile and a nod.

Courtney dedicated you a tender smile, even if she averted her beautiful green eyes. You chuckled in awe while also trying to do something. A heavy silence had established, and neither of you knew what to do to avoid it.

Finally, she guffawed and shyly looked back at you.

“You have such a big crush on me that you confessed while you were high” A more relaxed smile grew on her lips, inevitably infecting it to you. “Dude, you had a high crush!!”

You laughed out loud together. You were both incredibly relieved that it had turned out like that. That you were now aware of the situation and comfortable with it. In the end you hugged, looking forward to what the future held for you two.

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quotesforwriters · 4 years ago

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getoutofthewater · 5 years ago

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@dbhrarepairs Saturday Day 6 [Ride or Die]:

[Gavin/Leo]

Rating: G

Notes: Same Age AU, High School AU

Words: 3,200 [AO3]

They met at the foster home.

Gavin went in and out of them regularly since he’d been put in the system, nosy neighbors disturbed by his parents nasty fights had cared enough about the neglected child overridden with lice to call the authorities.

Gavin had been taken away, so he wasn’t there when his house and surname ended up plastered all over the news just like his dad’s brains, and that same nosy neighbor on the TV, framed by the yellow tape, telling to whomever would listen he’d seen this coming all along, you could see that man had lost his marbles from the get go and the missus none the better, it happened one way but it could have easily been the other, the world was better off without them, god bless.

All of this did Gavin no favors, he’d dodged that bullet, but hopeful parents weren’t overeager to take on so much baggage, by the time the powers that be decided to send him farther away from home so his name wouldn’t be linked to the crime scene, by the time it was all forgotten, he’d already decided he hated everyone, and if everyone thought he would kill them in their sleep he’d make sure their fears were justified, even if he had been worryingly stuck at 5’9 for a while, he blamed malnutrition.

When Leo was dropped off at the foster home, Gavin had recognized him immediately, all the kids there did, with his good clothes and his puffy, red eyes, it was like that movie about the stupid cartoon dogs, where the cute dog is taken to the pound, and everyone is jealous of her because they know she’s different and she’ll be out of there in no time. That’s what kids like Leo were, pedigree dipshits that were there for half a day crying their eyes out while relatives were located and arrangements were made.

Pedigree idiots were either bullied or ignored for their 10 minutes of residence, when it was clear that Leo would fight even while crying most of the kids concluded the latter option was best; but by the second week tension started to settle in, was Leo staying after all? If so the pecking order had to be established, there were one or two fights before Leo had come to Gavin maybe deciding in either a rare stroke of smarts or extreme dumbassery, (it was always hard to tell with Leo) that if he defeated the one at the top of the food chain he’d be left alone.

Gavin threw a punch right at Leo’s face, and Leo in the wild flailing he called fighting had punched Gavin in the jaw, getting him just right in the tooth that had been hurting like a bitch for weeks, Gavin was knocked down to the floor from tooth ache, his jaw throbbing, an abscess ruptured, he vomited. Someone was screaming at them for ruining the carpet, Leo’s blood was everywhere.

Gavin was forcibly taken to have a root canal done, Leo’s nose was patched up.

“I’m sorry I fucked up your mouth” Leo said when he found him that night,

“You just got lucky” Gavin mumbled, the anesthetic working better now than it had at the dentist’s office

“Here” Leo said offering Gavin a granola bar, those things were almost currency

“Are you fucking with me?” Gavin spat “I can’t feel my mouth right now, genius”

“But you will … right?”

“Whatever” Gavin said snatching the prize out of Leo’s hands

Leo sat next to him though he hadn’t been invited, Gavin didn’t know what in the fuck was happening

“Why the fuck are you still here?” Gavin snarled

Leo shrugged, trying to make the gesture look light and careless “I think my dad hasn’t returned their calls and stuff,”

Gavin had meant why the fuck was Leo still sitting next to him but it was just like this self centered dumbass to interpret it differently

“Don’t you worry, fucking dummies like you are always picked up”

“I can punch you again, you know”

“Whathefuckever, I don’t feel my face anyway”

Gavin wasn’t wrong, soon enough Leo was picked up to be taken to his dad’s house, he’d given Gavin a hug goodbye, a real hug with a gentle squeeze, and maybe some of the dummy’s luck had rubbed off on him then because a few days after Leo left it was Gavin’s turn.

Hank Anderson never thought he’d be fostering a child, maybe even adopting the child. Jeffrey and his wife fostered often, Hank hadn’t paid that much attention to it, until now, until his bad days were something he could think about in past tense.

Hank talked it with Jeffrey, with Connor, it was worth the try, not a young child though. Hank didn’t feel good about that, that would be unloyal to Cole, and yeah, it may be an illogical thought, but it was his thought and dammit he was old and what of it if he wanted to be stubborn on this one, but maybe an older kid would be alright, a teenager, maybe an unruly one that was running out of options fast. Hank could deal with that. Hank got Gavin.

Gavin entered any new situation with suspicion and aggression it had worked well for him so far, and anyway at 16 he was almost a fucking adult, he didn’t need any fucking geezer breathing down his neck, who knew if the guy was a creep, certainly not the social workers. When the geezer opened the door to his house it was even worse, there was a dog, a fucking big fucking dog. Gavin stepped back

“Nothing to be afraid of, son” Hank reassured him “Old sumo wouldn’t hurt a fly”

“I’m not fucking afraid” Gavin spat “And I’m not your fucking anything!”

“Are we going to have a problem?” Hank said raising a serious eyebrow “First five seconds, we are going to set a record, I don’t want to give that old bat that dropped you off the damn satisfaction”

Gavin had to admit the geezer had a point “I’m not afraid of the dumb dog” Gavin said surly

“Fine, but the dog is not dumb,” Hank said patting Sumo, in a way that said, ‘nevermind moody teenagers’ “come in, then”

Pretty soon it was evident to Gavin that the only creepy thing about the geezer was his cringe music collection. Hank didn’t care if Gavin was messy, or if he put his feet up on the coffee table, he didn’t care if Gavin swore as long as he didn’t swear at the dog, and Gavin was perfectly cool with the dog as long as the dog didn’t drool all over his shit, he may have even patted Sumo’s head once when the geezer was at work. Gavin had a curfew but he didn’t really mind, there wasn’t anywhere for him to be after 10 pm anyway, and lacking someone to fight, he’d gone and enrolled in the wrestling summer course at the school, where for the first time his talent for messing people up was a plus.

Gavin was aware of his luck, he could sit here and wait to turn 18; there were worse places to be; the awkward dinners Hank would insist on having together, where they sat in silence, none of them knowing what to say, trying to pretend the silence wasn’t fucking uncomfortable, all the conversation starters Hank threw out there fizzling and dying like mosquitoes bumping against a bug zapper and falling on the table miserably, those lame fucking dinners were a very cheap price to pay for a room all to himself, a bathroom he only had to share with one other person, and knowing he could sleep and nobody would come try to steal his shit or try to fuck with him.

When school started in autumn, he didn’t have any plans to make friends, but he’d already had a head start, his wrestling teammates saw him as one of them, Gavin somehow ended up hanging out with Chris a lot, even if Chris fucking sucked at the sport, members of the cheerleading team would say hi to him in the halls, he didn’t know their names, he didn’t care to know them, but they saw him as part of the team.

And then there was Tina, Gavin didn’t know quite how that had happened, you didn’t meet Tina, Tina was something that happened to you. Gavin liked her leagues better than anyone at the school, he could talk to her and Tina would actually listen to what he was saying, not just make her own fucking version of it in her head like most of the other stupid kids. Soon he found himself sitting with Tina and Chris at lunch and not hating it, and he’d feel, somewhat uncomfortably, that maybe all of this was actually working out for him.

And one day there was Leo, somehow, standing with his lunch tray in his hands and a fading black eye, looking around the hall with the lost, unseeing gaze of someone who doesn’t really have anyone to find but will put on the show of it anyway.

“Dumbass!” Gavin called out waving at him, as if he were fucking possessed, he didn’t know the idiot, what the fuck.

But Leo didn’t need more of an invitation; he sat next to Gavin, with what seemed a sigh of relief, Gavin’s two friends stared expectantly, waiting for him to make some sort of introduction, which Gavin, of course, didn’t.

“Hey, I’m Leo” Leo said introducing himself, sounding more natural and friendly than Gavin would ever have

“You got transferred?” Tina said lightly after introducing herself and Chris

“More like, forcibly removed from my old school, really” Leo said with a sheepish shrug

“How do you know Gavin?” Chris asked, trying to direct the conversation towards less awkward places

“He broke my nose at a foster home?” Leo’s words got higher to end in the pitch of a question as he realized everything in his life leading to this moment had been a mistake. “but, I also really fucked up his abscessed tooth, so it was even!”

“Oh! I can totally see that!” Tina said chirpily, kicking Gavin’s shin under the table

It was that easy, from not knowing the dumbass to suffering the dumbass daily. The excited way in which he’d tell Gavin about ice skating, the disgusting way in which he’d puke all over himself when he drank way too much at stupid parties. Leo would take Gavin’s notebooks only to draw dicks with stupid cartoon faces on them, or if he was in a very good mood cute cats, Gavin had counted 3 cats so far.

They would go on their bikes and race each other until their leg’s shook, they signed up to help at the animal shelter, and agreed to keep it a secret nobody else would know about, although Tina eventually found out and Gavin suspected Hank was not as clueless about it as he pretended to be. Some evenings they’d hang out at Hank’s and Leo would make him listen to weird albums as they sprawled lazily on the living room floor.

“You staying for dinner, kid?” Hank would ask if he found them there when he arrived from work

“Yes!, if I can,” Leo would reply brightening up “can I?”

“Sure you can, but text your dad I don’t want him wondering where the hell you are” Hank would say gruffly, still self-conscious of the easy way in which his manner slipped into a fatherly one “Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes, so get a move on!”

Leo chuckled softly when Hank left the room

“What?” Gavin asked

“Get a move on, is something you say now too” Leo said with a smirk “you got it from him”

“Many people say it” Gavin argued which only made Leo’s smirk grow wider “Shut the fuck up!” Gavin barked but that only made Leo chuckle again

With Leo there the dinners couldn’t be quiet anymore, he was always eager to babble nonsense, fueled by even the slightest trace of attention, so Hank’s conversation starters didn’t die on the spot; sometimes Connor would join them too, and that would give Gavin and Hank enough material to keep something akin to conversation when they were alone.

“Any plans for the weekend?” Hank asked as they washed their dishes, it was always easier to talk if they were busy doing something else

“Want to know if you’ll have the house to yourself for a cringe old people date?”

“Yeah that’s right, need to know if I can make plans or if I have to leave space to go search for you when you don’t turn up like last time”

“That was only because Leo drank too fucking much, I couldn’t fucking ditch him at that stupid party”

“Bit of a wild card that one” Hank said, still focusing on the soapy water, Gavin tensed foreseeing the start of a ‘you need better friends’ conversation

“Listen, kid” Hank continued “Next time, and with that one there will be a few next times, you call me, got it? I’ll pick you two up, he can sleep over”

“We are only going to the lake,” Gavin said, trying to avoid committing to anything, still instinctively suspicious of being offered good things without strings attached “we are taking our bikes”

“Does Manfred know about it?”

Gavin shrugged as he dried a glass

“Hmph” Hank grunted noncommittally “be back by 7, I don’t want you two out there after dark… and no drinking!”

“Yes, sir” Gavin replied, without as much of his usual sarcasm

But there were also the days in which Leo would be angry, and his mood would only get stormier as he ruminated over all the things that annoyed him without being able to let any of them go

“I’m just pissed off like all the fucking time” Leo would say on those days looking trapped

Gavin could see it, he knew the feeling, and he’d listen to Leo rant about his dad not caring a rat’s ass about him.

“He only throws his stupid money at me, he didn’t even come after mom died, he didn’t even come to the school when they expelled me! They ended up sending him an email” Leo said stomping his foot against the floor, looking foolish and powerless. Gavin decided he’d throw Carl Manfred down the stairs one day, accidents happened, they would never be able to prove anything.

“It’s all Markus this and that,” Leo went on “he’s not even his fucking kid, that’s me and he wouldn’t even notice if I disappeared, I’m just going to fuck off!”

“You aren’t serious”

“I fucking am!” Leo shouted “If I stay I’ll lose my fucking mind!”

Unlike Leo, Gavin had ran away before, he knew what the fuck that entailed. The cold, the hunger, the creepy fuckers just waiting for you to take your guard down, it was scary and lonely and hopeless, and Leo was not made for any of that.

“Right,” Gavin said crossing his arms “So where are we going?”

They made a plan, which involved less than honorable things like stealing some of Manfred’s paintings to sell, but they would need the money and the old prick could always paint more.

The date was set, everything was ready there were only a few more details to talk over,

“We should book a hotel” Gavin said “So we have a place to stay, I have enough in my savings for that”

Leo didn’t reply, he only stared blankly at their notes

“Anyone there?” Gavin said

“Yeah, sorry”

Gavin should have known there was something odd then, Leo was nothing if not absorbed by their future plans.

Later that day when Leo didn’t show up at the shelter Gavin knew for certain something was off; they both would skip school sometimes but never the shelter, Gavin checked his phone, no notifications, an oddity, Leo’s phone was all but fused to his hand. He opened his notebook anxiously turning the pages waiting for a reply when his eyes fell on a new note.

“I’m going away” the dumbass wrote “Sorry for not saying goodbye, but It’s better if I go alone, I have your phone number but I’m leaving my phone at home just like we planned, it’s so creepy that they can track you with it. I will try to call you when I’m somewhere”

There was a big blotch of black ink where Leo had scratched something out at the end and he hadn’t even signed it, when he’s somewhere, Gavin though setting off for the Amtrak train station. Somewhere!

“by bus is way faster, dummy” Gavin had said, “it’s only like 4 hours max”

“Yeah but by train would be so freaking dope!”

“It’s like 7 fucking hours!” Gavin said “I’m not going to sit my ass in a stinky train that smells of butts for 7 hours!”

But Leo absolutely would

Gavin bought his ticket, got on the train to Cleveland (delayed), and as he did a ton of bricks were lifted from his chest, there was no need to go any further, there in one of the seats was his fucking idiot.

“What the hell, Leo!” Gavin barked flopping on the seat next to his “What the fuck are you even doing!”

Leo clutched the cardboard tube that most likely contained the stolen paintings, seemingly at a loss for words for once

“Why the fuck are you ditching me?” Gavin spat

“I’m not!” Leo said finding his words “I really wanted you to come with me, but you can’t”

“Why the fuck not?”

“You shouldn’t waste your money on this, and you told me you like it with the Lieutenant,” Leo explained “and weren’t you going to ask him about the police academy thing? You can’t do that if we are wherever!”

“Who gives a shit about that?”

“I do!” Leo said vehemently, “You don’t have it to fuck it all up for a fuck up!”

“Fuck it, wherever you are going, I’m going” Gavin said settling on the seat, “even if you are taking us to fucking trashtown nowhereville on a fucking train out of all fucking things, you need someone there to tell you how much of a delusional deadshit you are”

Leo was quiet for a while, thinking or spacing out, with Leo it was probably the later, he sighed before he spoke “Jeez, fine! let’s go back…I’m done being a delusional deadshit for today”

“You sure?” Gavin said feeling self-conscious relief

Leo nodded, but ignoring them the train started its march,

“Oh, shit!”

“Phck!”

They sat stunned for a moment looking at each other, then Gavin grinned “Nevermind, we can go to Cleveland and get back, maybe we can even sell those fuck ugly things”

“Like, an adventure!” Leo said perking up, “The Lieutenant will ground you forever though”

“That’s on your dumbass!” Gavin said, pushing Leo away playfully, before taking out his phone to send a text to the old man.

#dbhrarepairsweek #leo manfred #gavin reed #gavin x leo

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jayalaw · 5 years ago

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Brooklyn Nine Nine: The Heist Aftermath (Spoilers)

@ashleybenlove

It was normal for Jake to be late. The 99 knew that. He had gotten better about it, however, after marrying Amy. That was why what she said surprised them.

"Jake's not coming in today," Amy said, using the same voice she did when having to tell Holt that a murder suspect had lawyered up and gotten away without confessing. "He had to go to the hospital."

"What?" Boyle stood up. "Did he get injured? Is he sick? I'll donate my kidneys if he needs them."

"He's sick," Amy said. "But no, he doesn't need a kidney."

"We can donate fingers," Rosa said. "Or any limbs. I know a guy."

"Okay, that's creepy and he doesn't need fingers." Amy walked towards her desk.

"Which hospital is it?" Scully asked. "I can recommend twenty to thirty doctors at the Brooklyn University Center. They love writing papers about me."

"He's at Interfaith Medical." Amy plastered a smile on her face. "He won't be ready for visitors for a while. He's sick but doesn't have a life-threatening injury."

"Jake never ready for visitors?" Holt's office door was open. "Peralta in my experience always craves attention and people."

Amy's lips fluttered; the 99 knew that was a sign for her swallowing a swear word. That and Holt coming out of his office for something this trivial.

"With all due respect, sir, I can't disclose that," she said.

"Oh my God." Holt's voice dropped. "Santiago. In my office."

Amy followed, eyes wide. She walked in, and Holt shut the door behind him. Then, reaching his desk, he pressed a button on his computer. Loud country music played.

"Brad Paisley?" Amy asked.

"He is quite muffling." Holy sat down. "Peralta had a breakdown, didn't he?"

"Dammit!" Amy exclaimed. "Sorry, sir, how did you-?"

"Please sit." The captain gestured. "Word will get around in the office, but I need to know how to cover for him."

Amy sat.

"Jake never misses work and he would arrive even with a broken bone," Holt said. "He doesn't need surgery because you said his injury wasn't life-threatening but he is sick enough to go to the hospital. If he had an illness like mumps then he would be stir-crazy, and I know that from my experience. So the process of elimination said it was a mental health issue."

She wanted to bury her face in her hands. Holt leaned forward, as if he wanted to comfort her.

"You need to tell me everything."

Amy wanted to say it started with little things. Jake started making copies of grocery lists, double-checking them, and insisting on going alone. He said he wanted to ensure they had a well-stocked fridge.

It had all seemed great. Normally Jake considered a box of muffins equivalent to groceries for the week. Amy always made triple-copies of grocery lists and had an app for coupons. Things were getting weird, however, when he started locking up case files and wore the key around his neck. Sometimes Amy caught him staring at her out of the corner of his eye, and not with his usual devotion.

Then he stopped talking to her about cases unless they were working on it together. He would ask about how she was feeling with the baby but never disclosing his thoughts on the latest game. Sometimes he'd pick up Sudoku and blackout the answers with a Sharpie. One time Amy even noticed he had bought a temporary burner phone. She was worried he had been asked to go undercover again.

"I can't confirm or deny," he'd say.

"Jake, you're not a lawyer," Amy replied. "This is really freaking me out. You're not this organized. Please tell me you're not being forced back into the mob."

"No, nothing like that. I just don't want to be vulnerable in time for the next heist," he'd say, in a joking tone. "After all, you did hire someone to be my therapist just when I was making progress with my life."

That had ended the conversation for the night. Amy had tried to justify her trick as a means to an end. But she noticed how the circles grew under Jake's eyes, heard him shuffling to the couch rather than sleeping next to her. When they had sex, he was much quieter. No talking about Die Hard or playing ping pong. He would get her pillows and tea to support her morning sickness.

Then one day, Jake took a Saturday off. Normally he went into the 99 looking for a case. Amy knew he wasn't there, though; he left her a note saying he scheduled a doctor's appointment, but writing five different hospitals on various Post-Its. All were covered by their work insurance.

Jake had actually read their health insurance plan through and through. That's when Amy realized something was wrong. Jake pretended he never got sick or needed to go to the dentist. She did a little detective work, only to find that she couldn't find Jake's phone or computer. Later, she'd find out he put them in a safety deposit box. The key was mailed to Boyle, who guarded it with his life.

By the time she figured out which hospital it was, Jake had committed himself. He said he didn't want to see his wife, the nurses reported to a stricken Amy, and he had gotten the histories of all the psych doctors to ensure none of them were actresses. Amy had to speak with the doctor, who explained Jake had developed a dysfunctional paranoia. It was likely a sign of PTSD. He was also cross-examining the doctors as they prescribed pills and talked to him.

She spent all night in the hospital waiting room, desiring an answer. That was awful. So was having to answer questions about her husband's medical history and any potential allergies. The worst part, however, was remembering how much she had paid that actress. That money could have been spent for a better cause.

"I'm taking as many gifts to Jake as possible." Boyle showed off the basket. "Who doesn't love blue cheese and rock crackers?"

"Everyone," Amy said. "You need to check with the doctors to make sure he can receive all of that. Until he's not a danger to himself."

They were in the evidence room. They were working the night shift. Amy didn't want to go to her apartment alone.

"Well, a bit of paranoia never killed anyone." Boyle gave a chuckle. "Eleanor would always threaten that if I got remarried she would stalk me and ensure I would never find happiness. But I'm still here!"

"That's not reassuring." Nevertheless, Amy stroked the bow on the gift basket. "I'll be sure to drop it off for him."

"You know if you drop it off, Jake will give it to the orderlies and members in group."

"I'll tell him it's from you." Amy undid the bow. "Just need to take the chocolate because that I need."

"I don't think Jake trusts you anymore," Boyle said bluntly. "He doesn't trust anyone in the 99 except for me."

He fixed the bow in the gift basket. It crinkled under his fingertips.

"Did you have to say that?" Amy said.

"I'm his friend, Amy. I have to defend him. The therapist prank was not cool."

"Do you think I don't feel guilty about this?" Amy asked. "You think I want to see my brilliant husband locked in a room where they only give him meds that wipe out his brain and one crossword at a time? He's a Sudoku expert!"

"Jake actually is more of a Kwazy Krush guy," Boyle corrected her. "He just can't play it because they don't allow cell phones or laptops in the psych ward."

"That's not the point." Amy took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. It's always been heist stuff. I know I went too far. But how can I get him to trust me again?"

"Show him that you're worth trusting," Boyle said. "And wait for him to recover. Ultimately, I know you're sorry, but does he know? Can he trust his mind when it tells you that you won't betray him again?"

Amy had no answer. Jake had stopped trusting her. He stopped trusting himself. And it was her fault.

Life went on at the precinct. The detectives solved cases. Perps tried to break out. Holt interviewed potential assistants and screened them for spies.

It wasn't the same, though. Holt pulled all his strings to make sure no one outside the 99 knew about Jake's breakdown. Everyone tried to visit him, but he was curt with most of them except for Boyle. Jake's tone changed as a cop interrogating a suspect, not a man among his friends. Rosa offered to smuggle him a knife and Jake told her bluntly why that would be a bad idea. Terry brought drawings from the girls. Jake took them and asked casually if Cagney and Lacey knew that Terry had faked an explosion to win the heist. Hitchcock was banned from the hospital after he sneaked into the ladies' bathroom, and Scully got distracted ball the new doctors he could befriend.

Holt sent Kevin, stuffing him full of Nick Cage quotes. It was a peace offering. Jake talked to Kevin about Greek literature -- he even received some books from the man-- but treated Holt the way he treated tuxedos. There was formality tinged with distrust. Holt was wary as well, perhaps feeling guilt over how off-the-rails things went.

Jake was still not talking to Amy, apart to ask how she was feeling with the baby. Amy wondered if the nausea was from morning sickness or the stress. She started seeing a counselor at the hospital, to try and process her feelings.

He wasn't opening himself up to anyone. Even Boyle mentioned he was out of his depth. Being a best friend and former wedding organizer did not prepare him, but he tried his best. Jake was paranoid that every single action was for the next heist or deception. His doctors weren't allowed to talk therapy sessions or medications with Amy. There was no way she could advocate for him. Jake had given himself to the medical system. And they knew the 99 was partly to blame.

Everyone was waiting. It wasn't like when he was undercover, and they only had to worry about his life. He was a few blocks away, fighting with something they couldn't see.

Finally, their captain called a meeting. They gathered in the conference room.

"The good news is that Jake should be back to work in a week," Holt said.

A cheer went around. Amy already knew, but the precinct had largely not been talking about it. Jake had finally talked to her when as an apology gift she smuggled in John McClane's favorite choice of alcohol. He wasn't allowed to drink with the meds, but it was the first time he had laughed during her visits. He still had to see the therapists at the hospital as a regular patient, however, and they recommended the two see a marriage counselor, whom they could verify was not an actor. Jake was still filling prescriptions for Klonopin so he could sleep. Amy knew they were addictive but she didn't want them to lie awake at night together.

"He's taking desk work, at his request. Boyle and Jeffords will be supervising him to make sure all is well."

"I can't wait for the guy to store food in his desk to rot," Rosa said.

"I'm practicing for when Jake will leap into my arms," Terry said.

"Now for the bad news; we are suspending the Halloween Heist indefinitely," Holt announced.

"WHAT?!" the detectives said.

"You heard me." Holt leaned forward. "Until further notice, we will spend Halloween the way we have before, with no competition and lots of paperwork on the busiest night of the year."

"But it's tradition!" Rosa said.

"You don't even know if the heist caused Jake's illness!" Amy protested.

"Where else will we prove ourselves?" Hitchcock asked.

"Aww, I wanted to show Jake I would always be by his side!" Boyle said.

"I think you're finally showing sense, Sir."

That brought all the protests to a halt. The silence in the room was deafening. Only Terry looked relieved if a little guilty.

"Who said that?" Holt asked.

"I'm Officer Gusman," the woman in the back said. "Been a uniformed police officer for a few years."

"Who are you?" Rosa asked with disgust.

"I've been working with Detective Lohank," Gusman said. "You normally don't see us because we're on the night shift."

"And you think to stop the heist is finally showing sense?" Rosa said, an edge in her voice. "Are you questioning the Captain's authority?"

The woman went pale. Then Detective Lohank stood up.

"Office Gusman and I completely agree," he said. "You've all gone too far with your plans and need to one-up each other."

"We've been watching this heist go on for years," Gusman said. "The rest of us stay out of it because while you are doing your Halloween shenanigans, we are busy trying to do our jobs and be decent human beings. But you can't even make it harmless. We have to dodge your drones, keep from stepping on broken glass, and witness pickpocketing in real-time. You've stolen dogs, for crying out loud!"

Amy went red. She had stolen Holt's dog, despite being deathly allergic. It hadn't been her proudest moment.

"One thing this precinct has taught me is that you are only as good as the people around you," Lohank added. "I've seen you all work as a team. But every time this happens, you all work to tear each other apart. And for what? To be called a 'detective slash genius'?"

He made air quotations.

"Uh-oh, he never does that," Rosa said. "He's serious."

"Sir, you are a great Captain, and I think you could be the greatest," Gusman said. "But your pettiness is infecting the rest of the group and drove one of our best detectives to a nervous breakdown. Yes, we know; we're not stupid."

"It's actually PTSD manifesting," Amy said in a small voice.

"Whatever it is, why do you feel the need to destroy each other on what's supposed to be a night of fun?" Lohan asked. "Someone's going to die for real during a heist and you'll be too concerned about winning to notice. That's not what a detective represents. We are made to serve and protect."

"Detective-" Holt started.

"You don't check yourself into a hospital because you have a problem. Jake checked himself in because he wanted to get better. But why did he need that in the first place?"

"Okay, that will do, Detective," Terry interjected. "You've made your point. No Halloween Heist this year."

"Dismissed," Holt said.

The 99 stood up. Rosa kept sitting. She had won the heist three times that year, and mocked Jake for his innermost secrets.

"Lohank, you surprised me today," she said. "Well done."

"I may not be the best detective, but I'm still a detective," Lohank said. "Jake's a good guy. Do us all a favor and treat him like that. Enjoy the prize."

He walked off. Rosa didn't move. Amy went over to her. Rather, she waddled because her baby fat was showing.

"Jake and I are setting boundaries," she said. "We've agreed no more pranks, and I am not interfering in his mental health plans or therapists. I am not touching any of his medicines or giving him any gifts with tasers in them. And I've color-coded notes to help with reminders and showing he can trust me. I think we may actually recover."

"Sounds great," Rosa said sarcastically. "But it won't be the same."

"It won't," Amy admitted. "But we have to try and make something out of it."

She pulled out the book of Sudoku. Jake had left it in the apartment, most of his answers blacked out. There were still a few pages he hadn't completed.

Amy would give him the book, and let him do the last pages privately. No sabotages, no need to tell him the answers, just space. And no more pranks related to the stuff inside your head or with Tasers. She could commit to that. If Jake wanted to get better, then she had to make the effort.

#brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn nine nine spoilers

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harringroveheart · 5 years ago

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One week after El closes the gate, Steve stops sleeping.

Companion ficlet to maybe there is a beast from Steve’s POV before I b*tch out and delete it.

One week after El closes the gate, Steve stops sleeping.

It starts out innocuous enough – a sort of restlessness behind his eyes that makes him toss and turn, trying to remember how he normally arranges himself to drift off. He’s never really had to deal with this kind of thing before, has always slept like a baby, even in strange beds. When he was a kid his parents used to pry him out from under friends’ dining room tables, throwing their coats over him in the backseat of the car as they drove home. Sleeping had always felt like that – like being carried somewhere, safe and warm. Now it’s like he’s never really noticed how stiff his mattress is, how his body is made up of uncooperative angles, limp and ungainly like the model skeleton strung up at the front of Mr. Clarke’s classroom. Every time he turns over his lip reopens against the pillow.

The first night he’s so out of it on painkillers he doesn’t even notice the bleeding. He sleeps right through the night and the next day, waking up after the sun has already set, completely disoriented with his mouth half-grafted to his pillowcase. If his mom were home she’d have a fit about it – his face, not the laundry. When Jonathan Byers had messed him up she’d taken Steve to the family dentist three times, convinced the altercation had done some irreparable damage to his smile.

They’re going to be so pissed when they get back from Malta. Summer school is definitely back on the table.

He’d done a pretty convincing job of making it look like his parents were home when Hopper had dropped him off – even going so far as to walk through the house turning random lights on, as if he’d woken them up to fuss over him. If Hopper had followed him in and caught him at it he probably would have just put it down to brain damage. He’d made Steve promise not to fall asleep in the passenger seat on the car ride home but Steve had put his sunglasses on and tricked him. Or maybe not so much, since, when he did come to, it was fairly obvious that he’d been snoring with his mouth open the whole time, drooling down his own chest.

Steve gets through that first night and the one after on the back of some pretty fantastic pills from Joyce Byers that are decidedly not baby aspirin, and - since no one is around to stop him – he washes them down with leftover pizza and half a gallon of diet soda and crawls back into bed.

He skips school on Monday and stays under the covers.

There’s a nasty, earthy smell that’s bugging him which might just be him.

The phone rings on and off but he can’t be bothered to go downstairs to get it, only rising when he needs to use the toilet, and once to root around in his mom’s bathroom cabinet for more painkillers.

Tuesday he wakes up to the sound of the doorbell ringing. It takes him forever to get out of bed, his ribs somehow worse. He bypasses putting on pants for wrapping a blanket around his shoulders. By the time he gets down the stairs and to the front door, there’s nobody there. Whoever it was, they’ve left a foil-covered casserole dish on the welcome mat – one of the kids’ moms expressing their gratitude, if he had to guess.

He eats it for breakfast, right out of the pan. It’s…not that great. Mrs. Wheeler’s work, from what he remembers from a couple of awkward dinners at her house. Still, it couldn’t have come at a better time. He’s sick of pizza and there’s only so much bagged cheese a guy can eat. He hopes Mike gets a chance to tell Nancy too – how Steve hadn’t hesitated to get in between him and those things in the tunnels, even though just thinking of their slimy bodies rushing past him now makes him break out in a cold sweat.

All things considered, he doesn’t actually want to skip school and give Hargrove the jump on what rumors to spread about how he got his ass handed to him. He even puts his sneakers on – even though it has him dizzy and sweating – ready to put in an appearance at basketball practice at least. But then he reminds himself that he’s not that guy anymore – doesn’t need to be that thing he’s been building himself up to be since he got his braces off in middle school. That guy who cares so much what a bunch of assholes think of him. Who’d rather live inside a lie. That guy was just…

Bullshit.

Nancy was right.

Steve’s a little slow. He should have figured it out after the first monster. He should have tried to talk to her about things.

And the thing with Jonathan too. He should have talked to her about what happened – finding them together that night in her bedroom and then at Byers’ house – how it made him feel like he had to find a way to keep her, instead of trying to become someone she’d want to be with. And Byers was…god, so nice – a real decent guy. He was the only one to ask if Steve was okay to drive once he’d climbed out of the hole and met up with the rest of them, which was super annoying and definitely makes the guy a bit of an asshole, but probably he was just concerned about Steve. Because he’s so good. Dammit. And also, he’s definitely going to college, which is one of Nancy’s top three things for not being a bullshit person.

But hey, now he gets the chance to show her – everyone – that those things that made him bullshit don’t matter to him anymore. Now he can just be Steve.

He feels pretty good about that.

Despite all his myriad hurts it’s actually his own stink that finally drives him out of bed. He hadn’t bothered to do much else than rinse the fragments of dinner plate out of his hair in the kitchen sink before he went upstairs to pass out and he smells like the Upside Down – which is to say, he smells like dogshit. Demodog-shit.

He grimaces, looking at himself in the mirror of the master bathroom while he waits for the tub to fill up. His lip is completely busted open on one side, curled up away from his teeth, and the kids’ attempts at bandages have peeled away from the broken skin of his jaw and brow. Steve leaves them in the sink, headed downstairs for a solution to his suddenly debilitating thirst.

What kind of high-school kid even hits that hard?

He tongues carefully at the cut on his lip and winces when he tastes coppery-fresh blood. When he’d been hit by Jonathan he’d felt like the hurt was a reflection of how he actually felt on the inside. Heartbroken.

Betrayed.

Getting hit by Billy Hargrove feels like a reflection of getting punched really fucking hard in the face by Billy Hargrove.

#harringrove #stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove #maybe there is a beast #drabble #idk #i'll just dump these here so they don't impinge on the actual fic

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puppyluver256 · 5 years ago

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Underworld Ultimatum: The Quest for the Hottest Hades

So I mentioned in a previous big text post that I have some Very Strong Opinions on the interpretation of Greek god Hades shown in Disney’s Hercules film, and now I’m gonna talk about those opinions dammit! But let’s make it a little interesting. I always believe that if you can’t say something nice you shouldn’t say anything at all, so I’m also going to use this as an opportunity to talk about a Hades that I do enjoy. It’s a competition, babey! The Underworld Ultimatum! Or, if you’re preferring to reference a property one of these guys is in, the Hades Cup! (though to be fair this is less of a true competition and more of me showing why I like one and not the other)

First off, it’s the guy who inspired this, give it up foooor...

Disney’s Hades!

First of all, the guy’s design might’ve seemed cool back in the day, but looking back on him he’s kinda bland. Grey toga with accents of other greys, blue deathly pallor, nasty teeth... The flame hair is a pretty good concept, but considering the ancient Greek idea of the underworld probably wasn’t fire-themed I don’t know if it was an appropriate choice. ❌

Speaking of that flame hair, he commits the crime of “blue fire is totally cooler than red fire you guys what is physics?” nonsense. Anyone who puts even the tiniest bit of research in knows that, disregarding chemical compounds that affect flame color, blue flames are hotter than red/orange/yellow flames. Yeah, from an artistic perspective it seems counterintuitive, and blue flames work better with his standard palette, but even with that in consideration they couldn’t’ve made it so his flames turned white when he got angry rather than orange? Lazy... ❌

This is a problem with the Hercules film overall, but this feels like a christianized take on the ancient Grecian pantheon, with a much less horny Zeus in the place of the christian god and Hercules as sort of a Jesus figure. In line with this, Hades is portrayed as an equivalent to Satan and thus is shown to be undeniably evil. This is inaccurate to the actual mythology of Hades, where (and someone with a better scope of Greek mythology can either back me up or refute me on this) he was just a dude who ran the underworld and had no real malicious intent. But of course, a character is themed around death, they have to be a completely irredeemable villain. ❌

AND continuing the villain thing! He ugly, at least according to western society standards and especially compared to the hero and leading lady who are conventionally attractive by those same standards. This is continuing a long Disney tradition that a villain should be ugly. He’s evil, thus he doesn’t get to visit the dentist. ❌

His goals are basically just the same as every other villain, take over the world with some big strong brutes that are locked away by a supposedly benevolent horndog. Well, specifically Olympus, but considering that’s where the gods live and his brief rule subjugates the GODS, if he’d been in the head for longer he’d basically rule the world. Boring, bland, think of something else for once. Or at least have a good reason other than “I’m the villain, world domination for me!” ❌

There’s no real satisfying tension between him as a villain and the hero! His initial direct action against Hercules happens when he’s an infant (speaking of, dude actively tries to kill an infant), and then the next direct interaction between them is like nearly 20 years later and Herc has no knowledge of who this guy is and how big of a threat he’s been this whole time. Call me crazy, but I feel a villain is more effective when the protag is aware of the threat they pose for longer than just “oh he showed up today and apparently he’s been trying to kill me since I was a baby and now he’s got my girl??? guess he’s a bad guy” ❌

Following this point, there’s no satisfying confrontation between Hades and Herc that works to finish off the conflict between them. The major battle that Herc has against him is mainly against the titans, and iirc the only thing that he does to him in the “grabbing Meg’s soul from the soul pool brb” section is punch him in the face. I don’t remember any direct action that Herc does to cause Hades to fall into his soul pool. ❌

He’s voiced by James Woods, who is a major jerk. I’m not going into detail here as this is already long-winded enough, and Google is free. ❌

He’s got Cerberus, as any good interpretation of Hades should. That’s a plus! ✅ Though this Cerberus seems to be based on the “generic mean dog breed” aesthetic, and also I hated fighting this guy in Kingdom Hearts (the original, not the final mix with updated controls, OOF), which leads me toooo...

The guy THEN proceeds to smear his presence all over nearly every Kingdom Hearts game! Like, you’re not needed! Get out! Leave some room for better Disney villains!!! ❌

So nine bads, one good, and that “good” only comes from me liking dogs.

Next up, we have a more recent contender to the Hades mythos in modern media. Showing up outta nowhere in the first entry into a classic series for 21 years, let’s bring our hands together fooooor...

Kid Icarus Uprising’s Hades!

First off...look at this man. Look at this man! Hell yeah that is my aesthetic! Look at all the chaotic colors, the wild anime-esque hair, aaaaa! Amazing design! I would ask someone to get me the name of Uprising’s character designer so I can shake their hand and tell ‘em they did a wonderful job on the Hades look, but they’re probably Japanese and I don’t know a lick of it. Maybe someone at NoA could pass on my compliments... ✅

He does have a flame head form at some point with blue flames, but it doesn’t become red to show his anger so there’s no more of a violation of physics then the rest of his insides are. ✅ And that’s the real problem I have with Disney’s Hades for this particular point, if you’re going to violate physics at least have some damn fun with it instead of just thinking that cooler fire is hotter just because it’s made of warmer colors.

While this Hades is also irredeemably evil, there’s no weird christ-washing of Greek mythology going on here, because the Japanese generally don’t do that sort of thing when throwing a bunch of other culture’s mythologies together. Sure, Kid Icarus includes a lot of Greek mythology elements (Medusa, Thanatos, Pandora, arguably Palutena being based on Athena, among others), but it also incorporates a lot of original elements, such as the Forces of Nature who are not based on any specific Greek gods, the Chaos Kin, the Aurum, freaking space pirates?! And in regards to the Aurum, this Hades is able to put differences aside in order to help the other factions around at the time defeat the Aurum so there’s that! ...though he’s not exactly the best team player, hehehe... ✅

While he does show up out of nowhere after the defeat of the initially perceived villain, Medusa, once he debuts Hades is a constant presence. He’s almost always poking his head into the dialogue to taunt Pit, make some quip or joke, flirt with a female character, give a dastardly threat. Everyone’s always aware of exactly what kind of threat he poses! Good villain writing! ✅

But yeah, speaking of that, he does do the whole “initial villain wasn’t the real villain SURPRISE BITCH” thing that I’m not that fond of. Call it lingering resentment from Twilight Princess where Zant was basically thrown away in favor of bringing Ganondorf back. ❌

This Hades also doesn’t seem to have a Cerberus. Twinbellows is a Thing, yes, but they never show up in the same instance in time. The real Twinbellows is dealt with in the first chapter of Uprising, and the fake version of Twinbellows that shows up in chapter 9 is dealt with LONG before Hades reveals himself. ❌

His goal is to use the souls of everyone and everything that’s died to increase the ranks of his army and in the process throw off the natural order of things, which honestly makes sense as a goal for a malevolent death god. It’s helped by the fact that there’s really no one “good” faction in this game, everyone has their own self interests and Palutena’s just the one that’s most kind to humanity and Pit, who is the protag we experience the game’s events through and thus passes on a little of his bias. ✅

Oh, you want satisfying hero/villain confrontation? The boss battle against him takes up a whole chapter and oooohhhh boy is it a good’un. Do yourself a favor and look up the battle on YouTube, or to avoid a lot of spoilers and gain a lot of context, do yourself an even bigger favor and look up Chuggaconroy’s whole Uprising playthrough. The man goes into detail about everything of this game, not just its characters and basic gameplay. ✅

He eats Pit at one point, and then that whole chapter takes place in his innards. Ew. Gross. ❌

He’s voiced by S. Scott Bollock in the English dub and Hōchū Ōtsuka in the Japanese original. I don’t know whether either of ‘em are jerks, but I doubt they’re as bad as James Woods soooooo... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Setting aside cameos like being a spirit in Smash Ultimate, this Hades has only had a significant appearance in a single piece of media. Even though it’s a tad bittersweet, he doesn’t overstay his welcome, unlike another Hades. ✅

That’s 7 goods, 3 bads, and a shrug. The winner is clear! KI Hades is the victor! Or at least it’s obvious that I prefer him over the Disney version. Rant over, thanks for sticking through my ramblin’ goofballery. It was fun at least, right? I had fun. :D

#disney #disney hercules #disney hades #kid icarus #ki hades #jess discusses character stuff #and how differently two different sets of people can interpret the same core concepts

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lankylevi · 6 years ago

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Chapter 4: Lingerie & Daddy Kink. Top Levi, Bottom Eren.

I totally forgot I still had the fourth part of the kinktober series sitting in my drafts, so here it is!

No warnings apply to this chapter :)

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“So, Daddy huh?”

Levi sat behind his computer, screen reflecting brightly on his black, squared glasses as he sorted out his patients’ files from today.

Checking the time at the top right corner of his screen, Levi let out a painfully long sigh.

8.34PM, again. For the past few weeks he had been working from six in the morning till ten in the evening because of all the paperwork Eyebrows piled on his desk. Shitty Glasses was on medical leave, they had hurt themselves during one of their famous experiments. The damned Four Eyes. What experiments a fucking dentist would be doing, was a mystery to Levi, but if he had to be completely honest, he really didn’t want to know what Hanji had been up to.

He shook his head and pushed his glasses up, groaning as he leaned back into his chair. He was tired, so fucking tired.

“Dr. Ackerman,” Petra spoke through the microphone, carefully as always, “Eren is here to see you.”

At least that was something he had going for him. A cute, hot nurse who brought him his dinner now that he didn’t have time to cook something for himself. A cute, hot nurse who also happened to be his boyfriend of a few months who made sure he didn’t have to stomach the awful food they served in the hospital they both worked in.

“Okay, let him in,” Levi said and took a deep breath. So. Fucking. Tired.

The door screeched as it was slowly opened. “Good Evening, Sir.” Eren peeped through the doorway, smiling hesitantly. His short brown strands of hair sticking in every direction.

“Drop the formalities already.” Levi rolled his eyes, gesturing Eren to come in his office.

Unlike Levi, Eren never showed any sign of fatigue. He was an ER nurse, one of the best employees of Hospital Maria, and he never had the slightest blemish on his face. Not even when he worked 18+ hour shifts.

Smiling, Eren nodded and walked into Levi’s office. He still wore his nurse’s uniform, a clean one Levi hoped, and carried a bag of Levi’s favorite restaurant under his arm. “How was your day?”

“Tiring,” Levi said, clicking his tongue, and got up from his seat, glasses falling on the bridge of his nose. “And you didn’t have to, really. Il Giardino is a fucking twenty-minute drive.”

Eren shrugged, “You deserve it. Plus, Shadis finally gave me that raise so I thought I’d treat you for once.”

Kissing Eren’s temple, Levi smiled, “I’m proud of you.” Now that he was this close, he could clearly see the pink hue on Eren’s cheeks. Cute, he noted, and took the bag out of Eren’s hands. “Did you bring something for yourself?”

“No… I already ate. I got hungry after my last shift.” Eren bit his lip, running a hand through his hair and rubbed his nape. “Sorry. I put your food in the oven though, so it is still hot.”

Fondness tugged at Levi’s heart, he didn’t know what on earth he had done to deserve someone like Eren; an actual angel in disguise. Clearing his throat, he recollected himself, “Thank you.”

He ate his meal in silence while listening to his boyfriend rambling about the newest hospital gossip.

Eren always managed to over-exaggerate the situation, hands flying in the air with wide eyes as he brought Levi up to date. Apparently, Eren’s fellow ER nurse, Mikasa, had managed to make a doctor almost cry on the spot when she had rejected him.

“Good thing she didn’t go for it, he looks like a horse.” Eren finished and cocked his head to the side, arm resting on Levi’s desk. “How was it?”

Swallowing, Levi’s mouth felt dry when Eren’s shirt shifted; sleeve loosely hanging over his shoulder so he got a good look at his collarbone. Dammit. Even a collarbone could make him hard already. Has it seriously been that long since they’ve had a good fuck?

He patted his mouth clean, swallowing the lump down his throat as he put the boxes away in the trash. “Delicious, thank you. Are you sure you don’t want something to drink?”

“No, I’m good.” Eren smiled and shifted in his seat, breath hitching in his throat, cheeks turning crimson.

Levi’s eyes widened and he gritted his teeth in frustration as all his blood rushed down south.

He was so fucked up. He was thinking like a hormonal teenager, all lust and need. Eren blushing like crazy and biting his lip was enough to make every cell in his body scream to fuck him over his desk, hard, until all that left Eren’s throat were breathless cries of his name.

Control yourself, Ackerman. You’re not a dog.

Fiddling with the hem of his shirt, pursing his lips, Eren looked at his shoes. “Do you still have some time, Levi?”

Levi furrowed his brows, hiding his inner struggles and smiled nonetheless, “You can stay as long as you want. “

Eren opened his mouth briefly before closing it again, eyes darting away and refused to look back at Levi: blush creeping all the way down to his neck and collarbones.

Levi let out a long breath through his nose. It was getting painfully hot in his office. God dammit. “Eren?”

Eren’s eyes shot up and widened as he saw Levi loosening his tie. “Hmm?”

Eren’s voice was ridiculously high pitched, hell, even Levi could tell there was something going through that thick head of his. “Is something the matter?”

“No. No. No.” Eren wildly shook his head and hands, “I just uhm- I’ve missed you.”

Looking at him dumbfounded, Levi could swear he could almost hear something click in Eren’s mind. His awkward, anxious fumbling on his shirt were nowhere to be seen as he confidently got up from his seat.

Dragging a hand over Levi’s desk, hips swaying with every step he took, Eren took hold of Levi’s office chair and turned it so his boyfriend was facing him. He placed both hands on top of Levi’s shoulders, one leg on either side of the doctor’s thighs, and sat down on his lap. He was blushing furiously yet his eyes screamed nothing but determination.

Levi swallowed thickly and froze in his seat, letting Eren’s warm fingertips dance over his cheeks before he let him take his glasses off. His eyes didn’t leave Eren’s face for a single second, enjoying this daring side of his boyfriend far too much.

Now that he was this close, he could smell Eren’s perfume and he realized just how much he had missed this. He had never thought of himself as someone who needed affection, or sex of that matter, but Eren shone a whole new light on his life.

Leaning forward, Levi caught Eren’s lips with his own and held him tightly at his waist so he wouldn’t fall back. He locked their lips together in a smoldering kiss. Passionate, yet tende and he darted out his tongue to lick at Eren’s bottom lip, getting a high pitched moan in return. Smirking, he chuckled lowly under his breath before he eased his tongue in Eren’s mouth, past his lips and slid his hands over his sensitive sides.

Eren whimpered at the attention, letting his head fall back to give Levi access to his neck as he started massaging his ass cheeks. His breath hitched every time Levi spread them apart and he shifted his hips, their arousals brushing against each other.

Levi moaned at the friction and pushed their bodies flush together and moved his attention to Eren’s neck, teeth grazing over his jawline before he left a trail of soft bites and nips all over his tanned neck. Leaving a sloppy suck under Eren’s ear, Levi licked the shell of his ear, before he whispered, “I’ve missed you too.”

Goosebumps popped up on Eren’s skin from hearing Levi’s low voice. Shuddering, he bit his lip, collecting his willpower to get off of Levi’s lap.

Confused and painfully hard, Levi watched how Eren got up from his lap and stood before him. Hair sticking to every side, eyes glassy and filled with need, cheeks flushed and lips plump as he took the hem of his shirt in his hand and dragged it over his head and took off the rest of his clothes with a cocky smirk

Levi’s mouth dropped and his cock twitched in response. Eren wore a lavender lingerie set; a sheer, see-through bra covering his pecs and nipples. Thick, lavender straps hugging his waist, in perfect contrast with his tanned skin. His panties, leaving nothing to Levi’s imagination with the hard-on he was sporting behind the sheer fabric.

Frozen in his seat, too wound up to make a move, Levi’s eyes widened when he saw Eren drop down on his knees, spreading his thighs apart and palming his cock through his trousers. A guttural moan rumbled in his chest as Eren mouthed his cock and opened his belt, slipped his fingers under the elastic band of his underwear and freed his cock out of its confinement.

Eren wasted no time and ran the flat of his tongue over the underside of his cock. Teasing the slit before he wrapped his lips around the head, giving his cock a harsh experimental suck.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Levi’s eyes drunk up the way Eren’s head bobbed up and down his cock. He entangled his fingers in Eren’s brown locks and licked his lips. Eren was too fucking sexy for words.

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” Levi breathed and let out a low moan as Eren took him down his throat, head lulling back from the pleasure that was attacking his senses.

Eren chuckled, the vibrations doing wonders to Levi’s cock, and released him with a pop. Grinning, he lazily stroked his saliva coated length, “Do you want me to stop?”

Hips bucking, Levi groaned and trailed Eren’s jaw with his fingertips before he cupped his cheek. Eyes turning dark, leaving nothing but a ring of silver to stare back into, Levi shook his head, “Fuck no.”

“Then shut up and let me do it.”

Levi blinked a few times. Since when had Eren become so persistent? A question he didn’t care to find an answer for when Eren twisted his fist around the head and sucked one of his balls into his mouth. “Fucking hell.”

Eren grinned and lapped his tongue over his entire shaft before he tilted his head to the side, wet lips wrapped halfway around Levi’s cock as he slid them up and down.

Biting his lip, legs shaking and knuckles turning white, Levi clutched the edge of his armrest. It had been too long since they’ve last done this, the effects clearly showing as heat coiled in the pit of his stomach. Head hanging forward, groaning, Levi panted, “Eren, I’m- I’m gonna come.”

Releasing him with a pop, Eren immediately backed off and rose back on his feet with a proud grin.

Levi licked his lips, realization finally hitting him, though he couldn’t complain. “You planned this.”

Eren fluttered his eyelashes and traced his lean torso with hands, knowing full well it’d drive his boyfriend insane. “Me? Never.”

Taking a deep breath through his nose, Levi ran his hands over his boyfriend’s thighs. Thick, muscular thighs he’d gladly get crushed between and he’d still thank Eren.

You thirsty old man.

Eren caught up on Levi’s inner struggle and turned around. Showing off his greatest asset, he rested his palms on Levi’s thighs and ground his ass against Levi’s arousal. Sheer, lavender fabric disappearing between his ass cheeks with every roll of his hips.

Overwhelmed by the view Eren gave him, Levi couldn't do anything but stare at him with wide eyes; mouth feeling dry as she swallowed thickly. He made a move to grip on Eren’s waist, but Eren immediately slapped his hand away.

“No touching.” Eren huffed, looking back over his shoulder. The look on his face said it all; determination clear in his eyes, cheeks flushed a bright shade of pinkish red, lips parted as shaky breaths left his throat. “Let me do this.”

Levi subconsciously nodded his head and let Eren do as he pleased.

Feeling as if he was about to burst, Eren rose up from his lap and slipped his fingers under the elastic of his panties. Back and ass still facing Levi as he got rid of the fabric. Levi wanted to do nothing but bury himself between those cheeks, having to push every cell in his body not to launch forward and grab hold of the two round globes of Eren’s ass. The little minx. He knew exactly how to play him. Levi was an ass man and there was no way he could’ve hid that from Eren with his perfect, tanned, curved behind.

Spreading his cheeks, Eren revealed a little surprise to Levi. Grinning from ear to ear as he heard Levi’s breath hitch at the back of his throat. He bit his lip, voice turning sultry. “Oh, you finally found out?”

“Eren.” Levi started, eyes dark and voice low, filled with need. “You better get your ass on my cock or-”

Eren chuckled and turned around, knowing there was no real threat behind the raven’s words. He cupped Levi’s burning cheeks with a grin before he planted a kiss on his parted lips. Levi’s face was priceless; black strands of hair sticking to his damp forehead, pink hue coloring face and neck, lips parted as he panted heavily through his mouth. Mesmerizing.

With a cocky grin, Eren rummaged through his bag and took out the bottle of lube, swaying his hips a little when he strolled back to Levi’s desk.

Levi bit his lip, unable to hold back much longer, eyes fixed on Eren as he got rid of the black buttplug between his cheeks, breath beautifully getting stuck at the back of his throat when the toy left his body. “ Eren, ”

Eren knew that plea and drizzled a decent amount of lube on the palm of his hand. He reached behind him, lazily smearing the lube on Levi’s cock and ran a finger between his cheeks, over his hole.

Licking his lips, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, Levi watched how Eren sunk down on his cock. Hole stretching as he adjusted to his thick length. The heat he was engulfed in was too much to take, the brunet’s body sucked him in. “Fuck, Eren.”

It was when Levi was fully seated in Eren’s tight hole, that he lost it with an animalistic growl. Hands launching forward, one hand holding Eren tightly at his waist while the other grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled Eren’s head back.

Eren let out a long moan, feeling hot all over as Levi exposed his throat and softly bit on the junction between his neck and collarbones. “ Ohhh , yes.”

Levi let out an approving hum and guided Eren’s ass up and down, bucking up his hips to meet Eren every time he sank down. “More?”

“Yes, more… Please, D-Daddy .”

It just slipped out, but Levi couldn’t complain. He knew Eren had almost blurted it out a couple of times, stopping himself every time he was close to letting the letter ‘D’ roll off his tongue.

Levi’s smirk grew wider, giving Eren’s ass an experimental slap, “Go on then.”

Eren moaned in both relief and excitement. Bracing himself at Levi’s desk, knuckles turning white as he held on to the edge of his desk, he started riding Levi’s dick in earnest. Rolling his hips so sinfully, snapping them up and down while Levi’s sharp tongue and encouraging words spurred him on.

“That’s it, Baby. Ride Daddy’s cock.” The words rolled off Levi’s tongue without a thought, praises spilling off his lips with every snap of his hips, cock disappearing in Eren’s tight heat. “Just like that. Keep bouncing on Daddy’s lap. Fuck , you’re gorgeous.”

Levi reached around and wrapped his hand around Eren’s cock, smearing the precome over his dick before he started stroking his cock in unison with his unforgiven pace. “Fuck, I’m gonna come soon.”

Eren whined, letting his head lull back and opened his legs wider. Trying to keep up with Levi’s thrusts as pleasure took over his whole body. Hips stuttering with every snap.

Pulling Eren’s head back, teeth grazing over his sensitive neck, Levi thrusted his hips even faster when he whispered lowly in Eren’s ear, “You want Daddy’s come?”

“Yes!” Eren screamed out, bones turning into jelly when Levi picked up his legs so his back was pressed against the older man’s torso as he fucked him ruthlessly, “Want Daddy’s come, please. Please, come inside of me.”

With a final hard thrust, Levi pushed himself over the edge. Lowly moaning in Eren’s ear as his seed painted Eren’s insides white.

Levi’s voice was what did it for Eren, his release splashing hot over his chest, staining his lavender lingerie set as his eyes flutter closed.

Chests heaving, bodies slouched together in post-orgasmic bliss, Eren curled up on Levi’s lap and gave a quick peck on his cheek. Eren looked up at him, a pleased smile curled on his lips.

Levi grinned proudly, chuckling under his breath, “So, Daddy huh?”

#riren #rivaere #nff #toplevi #ereri #eren jaeger #levi ackerman #mywriting #kinktober #fic

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flutteringphalanges · 6 years ago

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Vanquishing the Devil's Wisdom (Lucifer Has Teeth Pulled)

Summary: When Lucifer has to have teeth pulled, Chloe finds herself taking care of one very loopy, very lusty Devil.

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Vanquishing the Devil's Wisdom (Lucifer Has Teeth Pulled)

Wisdom teeth. Roughly five million people a year have theirs removed. That's approximately 85% of all adults. Worldwide, you're looking at several million teeth pulled. And yet, those numbers aren't as astonishing as the fact that one of the most powerful beings in all of existence has to, just like many mortals, have his own extracted. Lucifer Morningstar. Former ruler of Hell-or still, depending on who you ask. Owner of arguably Los Angeles's most popular night club. The true Devil himself and yet, due to his utmost misfortune, now rules on a throne that is a dentist's chair. Certainly, in his opinion, a cruel act by "dear old Dad". How macabre.

"Is he out yet?" -Dan

Chloe snapped out of her daze, accidentally knocking the People's magazine she had on her lap onto the floor. Her phone chimed loudly, announcing Dan's text to seemingly the entire waiting room. Quickly apologizing for the noise, while also mentally cursing herself for forgetting to put it on vibrate, she retrieved her cell from her purse.

"No, but it's been almost thirty minutes. Hopefully soon." -Chloe

"Think he's giving them a hard time?" -Dan

"I gave them permission to restrain him if he did." -Chloe

"Wait, can they even do that?" -Dan

"It was a joke. Sort of. Anyway, I'll text you later when he's out. Give Trixie a hug for me." -Chloe

"Good luck, you're going to need it." -Dan

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at Dan's last message, even if it was true. It was hard enough "convincing" Lucifer to go to the dentist in the first place. What started off as a small infection underneath one of his gums soon grew to be more problematic. When it got to the point where he could barely manage to eat a spoonful of soup without his entire mouth aching, he finally caved. Which was lucky enough for Chloe, who had become desperate enough to consider offering him sex if he'd promise to go.

Ultimately, much to her dismay and Lucifer's "moderate" annoyance, it was determined that the best option was to have the tooth pulled that was causing the issue. When the dentist suggested just going in and pulling the other three teeth as well for good measure, Chloe was quick to agree before even giving her partner a say.

As anticipated, Lucifer continually grumbled and attempted to-and failed to-make a solid argument to stop his impending molar extractions. Yet, when the day came, though still very against the idea, he still agreed to get in the car and go. Whether it was due to his pain or to appease her, she didn't know nor care. She quietly, while secretly appreciating the irony, thanked God for the lack of a struggle. It would be hard enough getting him home in his loopy state as it was.

It was the unexpected, incredibly loud clatter that pulled Chloe from her thoughts. Immediately her gaze, as well as the entire waiting room's, turned to the doorway that led into the corridor of examination rooms. Without pausing to bicker with the receptionist about going back, the detective bravely ventured forward to locate the source of the noise. Or rather, the person making it.

"Detective!"

Chloe's foot had barely crossed the threshold when she was met with quite the interesting scene. It wasn't the many metal tools knocked everywhere across the room that captured her attention. No, rather the two, poor dental hygienists that were trying desperately to steady the very disorientated, clumsy Devil under their care.

"Detective!"

The word came out muffled as Lucifer seemingly tried to grin around the cotton pads packed tightly within both sides of his mouth. He stumbled forward slightly, swaying a little as if dizzy. Not wanting to take the chance of him falling and doing more damage, Chloe hurried forward to steady him.

"I'm so sorry," she huffed, trying to hold up Lucifer-who had taken to letting all of his weight rest against Chloe. "I'll get him out of your way." As best she could, Chloe attempted to shift her partner into an easier, more comfortable position. "C'mon, Lucifer, let's go home."

"I think…" he drooled, leaning against the detective as she guided him out of the building. "I think I left the corvette in Hell."

"Then it's a good thing we took my car," she exhaled, somehow managing to open the passenger side door of her vehicle while supporting the well over six foot man. "You're in no state to Uber."

By some stroke of luck, Chloe managed to pull out of the dentistry parking lot despite having to swat Lucifer's hands away multiple times as he reached for the gears. She'd seen him drunk, and even high, but doped up on laughing gas was taking things to a whole new level.

"Hey, quit that! Don't take those out."

Momentarily, Lucifer stopped messing with the blood soaked gauze in his mouth. He made a weird, unattractive gurgling sound before turning his head to look at Chloe.

Before she realized what was happening, Lucifer, trying to grope at Chloe's boob, entirely missed his target and ultimately smacked her in the face.

"Dammit, Lucifer," she hissed, blinking her left eye several times to alleviate the pain from where one of his fingers poked it. "Hands to yourself!"

"Jokes on you, Detective," the words difficult to understand through the pads. "I don't have any hands!"

At this point, she could only sigh as she continued to drive down the road. Thankfully, they weren't too far from her place. But the high hopes of arriving home soon were quickly diminished as they hit unexpected traffic. A widespread congestion, she soon learned from the radio, due to a bad accident.

"I want off this roller coaster," Lucifer slurred. "My stomach hurts."

"Lucifer," Chloe inhaled. "I haven't asked much of you. But please, I beg of you, do not throw up in my car."

The traffic continued to crawl, Chloe's highest speed not reaching more than twenty miles an hour. Lucifer had grown quiet, exhaustion beginning to set in. This wasn't the ideal situation, seeing as it would be mere impossible for her to drag the sleeping, former ruler of Hell into her house. She had to keep him awake, even if it meant bruising her sanity.

"Hey, Lucifer," she inhaled, nudging him awake. "Talk to me."

"My tongue is asleep," he mumbled. "It's tired."

"Well your tongue can stay up for just a little longer, can it?" She was losing him. "How about you ask me questions? You do love digging into my private life."

"Hm," Lucifer seemed to consider this. "Any questions?"

"Any."

"Have you ever gone skinny dipping?"

Chloe rolled her eyes, "Oh course you would ask...yes, yes I have."

"Ooh," he smiled, seeming more alert. "Next question…" Lucifer made a motion as if he were spinning a wheel. At least, that's what Chloe hoped he was doing. "Was Dan good in bed?"

"What?" Despite not having anything in her mouth, Chloe choked. "Wh...Why would you…" When his dark eyes continued to stay fixed on her, she let out a long sigh. "He was fine, I guess."

"Am I good in bed?"

"We haven't slept together." Chloe replied, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"We almost have."

"Not really."

Quiet filled the car once more, Chloe taking to drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. It wasn't exactly an awkward silence. Lucifer had talked a lot about sex with her-mostly in a joking fashion. This was more like a moment of pause. The detective expecting the next question to involve something sexual, whatever the nature be.

"One more question," Lucifer spoke, voice strangely soft. "Do you love me?

This time Chloe didn't choke on air. No, instead, Chloe couldn't breathe. The oxygen she took in seemed to expand in her lungs, forcing its way down her chest and into her stomach. It was as if at any moment she could pop. She could feel Lucifer's eyes on her as she sat there, gripping the wheel until her knuckles turned white.

"Because I love you."

Lucifer. The Devil himself. Lord of Darkness. Fallen Angel. The man who couldn't ever keep his mouth shut and yet, when it came to his feelings about her, always failed to express them, just admitted his love for her. Right here, in a car, in the middle of traffic, high on laughing gas. Well shit. And the thing was, she knew it wasn't just his high talking. No, it was his high making him talk.

"I spoke too soon, haven't I?"

Chloe snapped back into reality, noticing Lucifer's ever present stare on her. He still looked exhausted, still loopy, but through that she could see he understood what he had been saying.

"Lucifer, I…" She swallowed, her fingers loosening from the steering wheel. "You are, by far, one of the most invasive, cocky, insanely ridiculous man I've ever met. Ever." Chloe paused, then with hesitation, reached over and placed a hand on his knee. "But despite all of that. And there's a lot. I do love you."

"Really?" He perked up. "You mean it?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "I do."

"Well, I should have my teeth pulled more often," he stated. "Shall we seal it with a kiss?"

"Not with bloody gauze in your mouth." She snorted. "And not when you're still out of it."

"I can't win everything, I suppose," Lucifer situated himself back in his seat. "Now I think I'll take a nap if you don't mind."

"I do! Lucifer!" Chloe exhaled in defeat when he closed his eyes. "Guess I can't win everything either."

Her stare flickered back to the traffic as the congestion began to clear up. Gripping the wheel, she gave Lucifer one final glance. He looked a mess with tousled hair, drool slicked around his lips and chin, and cotton pad stuffed mouth. She shook her head, a small smile crossing her features. This was probably not the luck Dan had wished her, but it sure as hell turned out to be well worthwhile. Hopefully her love for Lucifer would remain when they got home and she'd have to figure out how to get him inside. But that's another story for a different time.

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