#and for sure has her own set of keys and probably had her stuff moved in

[coachbeards]

Sorry. Still thinking abt how Jane “moved in” into beard’s in 2.06 but by 2.09 there’s zero indications she’s even stepped foot in there let alone anything abt her is there ..,

[jezabelle9299]

Sick day S.R x fem!Reader

Overture:Reader’s sick on paperwork day, so Spencer goes to check on her.

Warnings: descriptions of a cold/ flu, taking liquid medicine without measuring it, terrible fire safety, some parts are a teensy bit suggestive because I can’t resist. (It’s all inner monologue stuff, no one actually does anything, but R is in a short nightgown that is very distracting for Spencer), also she has a cat named Buttons

You felt like death warmed over. It was paperwork day at the office and you were mostly caught up, so you decided to just send Hotch a quick text letting him know you couldn’t come in before moving sluggishly around your apartment. By the time you made it back to your bed you had a small box of tissues, the longest movie you owned in the dvd player, and a bottle of Nyquil with a straw in it. You didn’t have the energy to measure. You lit a candle to try and keep the stale feeling of sickness from completely overtaking your room. You felt gross and needed to change before the cold medicine totally knocked you out, so you chose a short nightgown in an attempt to keep you from sweating as much as you were in the fluffy pajama set you woke up in.

Every couple hours you drifted awake, enough to get a small sip of water, and pull your hair up out of your face. You didn’t even notice the knock on your apartment door, same as you hadn’t noticed the calls from your concerned coworkers. They knew you lived alone and weren’t feeling well, so when you didn’t answer their calls they sent Spencer. He finished his paperwork already, so he left before everyone else. When you didn’t answer your door he thought of every worst case scenario, before getting it together and letting himself in with the key you gave him. He’d never used it, but everyone on the team had a copy for safety.

What you did manage to notice through your delirium was a knock on your bedroom door. It didn’t really surprise you, Penelope came over a lot and when she did, she often let herself in. You grumbled something that was supposed to sound like “come in” but was more like a vague groan. You only noticed it wasn’t Penelope from the cautious way he opened the door, and his small “hey” and accompanying wave. You opened your eyes the rest of the way, and sat up in bed, wincing from the small movement. Spencer walked into your room, as you rubbed your eyes.

“Hey, what’s up? Is there a problem at work?” You started to gently move the covers, in a terrible attempt to get out of bed and back on the job. Spencer quickly covered you back up, really trying not to notice your attire. He was there to check on you, not stare. You may be the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, but you weren’t doing this for him. He knew that. He did not know that the possibility of him seeing you in this version of dolled-up (Sans fever and red nose) had crossed your mind, several times in fact. It was probably for the best that he covered you back up though, because there was no way you were successfully making it out of that bed.

“No, no case. Just checking on you, you weren’t answering your phone.” it was said without accusation or inconvenience, and you once again realized how sweet Spencer is. As if you needed a reminder. You still apologized, you didn’t want him or anyone on the team to worry.

“Sorry, my phone’s around here somewhere, I guess I just didn’t hear it.”

“Oh no, it’s ok. We just wanted to make sure you were ok, plus I finished my paperwork early.” He looked away from you for half a second, and the still lit candle caught his attention.

“I’ll spare you the fire safety statistics for now because you’re sick. But this is going out when I leave, because you really shouldn’t sleep with it lit.”

“For the record I’d love to listen to you talk about– well, anything really. And ambiance over safety is something I’ll choose any day.” He looked like he was going to have a stroke. You assumed it was the blatant disregard for fire safety, which was part of it. But it was mostly his heart jumping at you wanting to listen to him. You were always sweet to him, but it was something he never got used to, never got tired of.

“I’ll tell you later, it’ll be long and unconversational.” You just gave him the best smile you could manage, you were excited, but also in ridiculous pain.

“Also how long has that song been playing, and how have you not gone insane yet?”He was referring to the soundtrack on the dvd menu of your movie. It bothered you a few hours ago, but by now you’d chosen to just tune it out. The TV didn’t have a remote and you weren’t annoyed enough to get up to deal with it.

“A few hours, and that time has come and gone. The TV doesn’t have a remote, and it’s not bad enough to deal with yet.” He reached over and turned it off for you, making it look so easy. As you were about to respond you were cut off by an incredibly painful coughing fit, which sent your cat running from his spot under the covers, back to the floor. Spencer jumped back, almost falling over at the sight.

“You have a cat?!” He was clutching his chest like he was having a heart attack, but you just giggled at the ball of fur cautiously approaching him before falling at his feet. It was a gross, congested laugh but Spencer still thought it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

“I do, his name’s Buttons. Seems like he likes you.” Spencer got down on one knee, to give Buttons a small bit of his attention before turning it back to you and standing up.

“Is there anything I can do? Do you have a fever? Did you eat? I know you need more electrolytes, I could get you a bottle of water.” You loved listening to him talk, but you were still in a dense fog. By the time he finished you couldn’t remember what he started with. You knew you wanted more medicine, but you had no idea what time it was, and if you could take more.

“What time is it?” Spencer quickly looked down at his watch and replied “3:48” and you let out a huge sigh of relief, it had been almost 6 hours, so you could take more.

Oh thank god. Could you hand me that bottle of cold medicine?” When you pointed to your nightstand, and among the dvds and books he saw the bottle, no cap, no measuring cup to indicate dosage, and a pink bendy straw sticking out of it like it was soda.

“Have you been drinking this straight from the bottle?” You were already in for a fire safety lecture, why not one on the importance of proper dosage? You faked outrage, actually just leading to another small coughing fit.

“Of course not. I drank it through a straw like a lady.” He looked between you and the bottle twice before grabbing it, and muttering a quiet “absolutely not”. Then he walked out with the medicine, back down the hallway.

“Spencer Reid, get back here” You attempted to call out, but your voice was hoarse, and you had no idea if he could actually hear you. Of course he came back not even a minute later, with a proper amount of medication, as well as a cold bottle of water. And you immediately downed them both.

“Now do you have a fever?” You gave a vague shrug, which was definitely not the answer he was looking for.

“Can’t be certain, I don’t have a thermometer. I assume so though.” When he leaned forward to put a hand to your forehead, you moved back just as quick. You were already embarrassed he was seeing you pale, red, and exhausted. You didn’t need him to feel the sweat definitely occupying your forehead. But you didn’t want him to think it wasn’t ok to touch you other times, when you were feeling a little more confident. You weren’t quite coherent enough to lie and make up another reason that he shouldn’t touch you, so you looked away and mumbled the truth.

“You don’t want to touch me right now. I’m gross. And full of germs.” You tacked on the last part, because if nothing else deterred him, you figured the prospect of germs might. But he rolled his eyes at you, and leaned further until he could finally feel your temperature. Both of you were actively trying to ignore how he was leaning over you in your bed.

“We spend most of our time together, we’re past the point of avoiding each other's germs. Not to mention that diseases are most contagious before symptoms appear, and I sat next to you on the plane yesterday.” He sat back, and you got up from where you were practically laying down.

“You definitely have a fever, but the Nyquil will help soon. Have you eaten today?”

“Yes” You weren’t a great liar on a good day, you certainly wouldn’t fool Spencer now. He just gave you a look like he couldn’t believe you were even going to try.

“I brought soup, let’s go to the dining room and I’ll heat it up for you. The little bit of walking will be good for your circulation if you’re feeling up to it.” You nodded and he held both of your hands to get you up as smoothly as possible. Then by the grace of go you put on a large jacket that covered you a little bit more, and helped Spencer feel a little less crazy, stupid, and creepy.

You ate together, in a companionable silence. Every once in a while you’d ask Spencer to tell you about something obscure and wonderful, and he would, with a passion that never ceased to make you smile. By the time you were done, the medicine started to make you a little loopy. Spencer coerced you back to your bed, picked up your cat to put him next to you. Which didn’t work even a little bit, as soon as he put him down he jumped back up to hide under the bed, but the thought was very sweet.

“Get some more rest, I’ll tell Hotch you need a few more days, and I’ll see you at work when you get back. Penelope said she’d make you her mothers vegetable soup recipe if it was the last thing she did, so expect that tomorrow.” You gave a delighted hum, Penelope didn’t like cooking, she didn’t really do so often, so this was huge for her. And the fact that it was for your benefit made you feel fussed over in a way you never thought possible. Loved, and yet somehow not suffocated. You snuggled back into your pillows, and let words slip you had said in your head a million times.

“This is why I love you Spencer, you’re so sweet to me” you had no idea you just shattered his heart and put it back together in a second. He dreamed of you saying those words to him, frequently. And the first time he actually hears them from your lips you’re half asleep and giving off enough heat to cook an egg. The fact you likely wouldn’t even hear him, let alone remember by the time you’re feeling better and the fog has lifted he allowed himself, just this once to be honest in this regard.

“I love you too.” Then he quietly left you to sleep peacefully, blowing out the candle on his way out, and secretly wishing you meant what you said. He didn’t believe in wishes, and in many religions that use candles as part of rituals or spells, blowing out the candle defeats the purpose, with the flame needing to burn to its fullest, or be gently snuffed out. But he wouldn’t, or couldn’t, stop himself from chanting his wish in his head as the flame went out, leaving only a puff of smoke behind.

His words echoed through your brain in sleep, to the point where you weren’t sure he’d actually said them by the next morning. You told yourself it didn’t even matter. If he did say them, it was platonic. He was just placating you while you weren’t feeling well. 2 days in bed, 24 hours fever-free, and a long talk with Penelope later (Over her fantastic vegetable soup) you decided to tell Spencer how you felt. At this point you’d rather be awkward coworkers who have a hard time speaking than whatever this is. This is painful, and leaves you crying because you can’t think of why you can’t get over this crush. If he liked you back, which you truly hoped he did, it would be like that small piece of what you wanted fell perfectly into place. And if he didn’t, which was a thought that terrified you, but you tried to brace for, you at least needed to know for certain.

First thing in the morning, you got there as early as possible, catching up on paperwork while waiting on Spencer to get there. You greeted a majority of your team before, trying not to let them see your nervous energy, playing off any odd behaviors as residual from your sickness. You couldn’t tell if it was working. (It was not working, but they weren’t going to say anything).

You asked Spencer to help you find a file for your paperwork and he thought he was in the clear. You either didn’t remember his little love confession, or were ignoring it for his benefit. Either way he was happy, he could continue to peacefully, painfully, pine for you without ever having to hear the finality of his inevitable rejection. He could imagine a world where he was yours, until the idea alone withered him to nothing. He could just follow you to the file room like a lost puppy dog.

Once the door was closed behind the two of you, you must’ve cleared your throat 3 times by now. You planned out what you were going to say, but everything felt off, too planned at best.

“So—um, sorry, I haven’t really done this before. I. I really like you, and not in like a friendly coworker way, in like a dating, relationship-y way. And I totally get it if you don’t feel the same way, we can totally just forget about it, but I just wanted to…tell you, I guess.”

It was like every nerve in his body blinked. Like his entire nervous system shutdown from happiness. He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t respond, because he couldn’t speak. But you were looking at him, for any sign one way or the other, so he got an extremely rushed response out, slower than the stream of his thoughts, but still barely understandable.

“I like you too, in a romantic sense, I mean. I thought you knew, I can’t believe you actually— you actually like me, like that.” You held his hands and gave him a kiss on the cheek, pulling him down a little bit so his face was actually within the reach of your lips.

“How could I ever not?” He pulled you in for a hug, and if it was any tighter he probably would have popped your back. Until you whispered into his collar.

“We should probably go back, we are technically on the clock, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we have some pretty nosey coworkers.” He laughed as he pulled back from you. But the laugh subsided into a nervous smile.

“Will you go to dinner with me tonight? For our first date?” He still sounded scared that you’d run away, that it was all some cruel joke and you’d yell ‘sike’ as you left him behind in the small room. But you didn’t you smiled and nodded and he held your hand when you walked out.

But when he opened the door for you, Penelope, Derek, and Emily came tumbling out, nearly falling over in the process. Clearly having been leaning against the door trying to eavesdrop. Unsuccessfully apparently, since they don’t hear you coming. When you cocked an eyebrow at their actions Penelope just waved you off.

“So?how’d it go? New power couple? Can I alert the masses?” You just laughed, she still hasn’t noticed you holding hands.

“Seems like you already did.” Then you ignored everyone’s questions walking off to your desks, as Emily pointed out your interlocked hands to Penelope and she practically swooned on your behalf.

[strangersteddierthings]

Porcelain Steve - Part 2

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six🦇Part Seven🦇Part Eight🦇Part Nine

There's commotion from the house, loud enough for Eddie and Robin to hear it outside. Both turn towards the house, Robin halfway to standing up already, and the door is pushed open, El falling through it to get outside.

Someone calls El's name from inside, but she doesn't even turn around. She marches across the lawn to Eddie and Robin. "They are too loud and angry in there. Take me somewhere else."

Joyce makes it out the door next and with a raise of her hand behind her, one finger up, she stops everyone in the doorway. She descends the steps of the porch and Eddie is in awe about how much power she wields because no one follows after. Not even Dustin, who is the absolute worst at following orders.

"Whatever you need," Eddie answers El. He doesn't think she's blinked since exiting the house.

"We can go to Steve's," Robin offers. She's standing now and roots in a pocket of her jeans before pulling out a keychain with three keys on it. "Maybe it'll help being around all his stuff?"

"We can take my van," Eddie offers.

"That would be great," Joyce says, reaching out and grabbing one of El's hands in her own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Come on, let's get some shoes on."

"Thank you," El says, shooting Eddie a smile before her eyes drop down to look at Steve. A frown returns to her face before she turns and heads back into the house with Joyce.

Robin turns to Eddie, offering a hand to him. She's probably offering to pull him up, but he holds Steve out to her instead. He doesn't understand why she looks surprised at that, but she takes Steve, cradles him close to herself like he had done earlier.

Eddie climbs into his van, starting it and reaching over to turn the dial on the radio down so it's not blasting at the loud volume he keeps it on. Robin hovers with the passenger door open. "You getting in, Buckley?"

"Yeah, eventually. Just thinking if I should crawl in the back. Let Joyce and El have the seats?"

"Oh. Yeah. Probably."

She's absently petting Steve's hair, eyes slightly misty. He watches as she blinks away the tears before letting out a big sigh. "I just want to pass Steve off to whoever will be wearing a seatbelt. I've seen how you drive, Munson."

Eddie catches the teasing tone in her voice and laughs. "Fair. I'll take corners about 3 miles per hour slower than I normally do."

Robin laughs. "That's probably still ten above the speed limit."

"You should not speed," El's voice makes both Robin and Eddie jump. She's standing just behind Robin, and a quick look around shows Joyce on the porch, a worried look on her face but she makes no move to step off the porch.

"Is your mom coming?" Eddie asks. A complicated set of expressions crosses El's face and he's worried he might have asked the wrong thing somehow but then El answers.

"No. Just me. I will sit in the center," She slides past Robin and crawls up onto the bench seat of Eddie's van, scoots across the seat until she butts up against Eddie, and searches for the seatbelt before securing it.

"Here," Robin holds Steve out to El, who takes him, before Robin pulls herself into the van, shutting the door and buckling herself in.

Eddie doesn't go immediately because he's a bit busy watching El look at Steve. She's holding him like she's not sure how. She wraps one hand around an arm and his waist and uses the other to poke a porcelain cheek, right over the two moles just below his cheek bone. He can see the creases of a frown on her face.

"Are you okay, El?" Robin asks, which is good because he was about to, and he thinks his voice will come out more watery.

"I...," El looks up to Robin, then back down to Steve, "I do not know."

It hits Eddie like a freight truck just how young El is. He has to put the van in gear and drive to give his mind something to focus on or he's going to do something stupid, like bear hug El and ugly cry into her grown out buzzcut.

"Hey, that's okay," Robin says, "it's okay to not know how you're doing. This is a complicated situation."

"I barely know Steve," El says, which surprises Eddie. They all seem close, so much so that Eddie still feels like an intruder at times. Still, there is a tone to her voice that seems off to Eddie. "We do not have a reason to hang out. Not like everyone else. Lucas plays basketball with him. Dustin and Max claim him as their brother. Even Erica-"

El stops talking abruptly. Eddie glances towards her but she's staring down at Steve, so Eddie flicks his eyes to Robin, who is already looking at him and making an 'I don't' know' gesture with her hands before Eddie returns his eyes to the road.

"Mike does not care for Steve much," El continues suddenly, the tone still there and Eddie feels like he knows it, "I spent so much time with Mike that I think I did not care for Steve, either. Not on purpose. But- but in a way that you do not care about a thing because it is not important in your life?"

No one says anything else, because what can they say? Shortly after, Eddie pulls into the driveway of the Harrington residence behind Steve's Bimmer. "Alright ladies. Once more unto the breach!"

They crawl from the van and Robin unlocks the door. El and Eddie step through first. El moves into the house, clutching at Steve like he's her favorite stuffed toy. Robin freezes in the doorway, looks like she's not even breathing.

"Buckley?" Eddie is whispering and he doesn't know why.

"Sorry, sorry," Robin exhales a shaking breath. "It's just- Nancy and I- sorry. Uh, El, do you need us to do anything?"

She glides past Eddie to catch up to El and he is left to close the door. He wonders if, maybe, Robin should have also stayed at the Byers-Hopper home. It had been her and Nancy that had come to check in on Steve just this morning. It wasn't unusual to not hear from Steve sometimes (everyone needed their time to just be alone) but today must have marked Too Many Days for Robin because she'd called Nancy for a ride, and they'd found this. A locked house, Steve's car still here, and resting against the pillows of Steve's bed had been the porcelain replica. Nothing out of place, no ransom notes, nothing to make it seem like nefarious going ons had been taking place. Just the Harrington house, devoid of a flesh and blood Steve Harrington.

Coming back must be surreal.

"Eddie, you okay?"

"Oh, uh, yeah," Eddie startles a little. He'd been lost in his own head for a moment there.

"Can El have your bandana? She needs something to use as a blindfold."

"Yeah," Eddie moves through the house, to the living room where El has sat herself on the floor in front of the TV. Steve is lain in her lap, a mirror of the image Eddie must have made on the front lawn. He pulls the bandana from his pocket, folding it diagonally before offering it out to El.

She takes it, eyes flicking up to Eddie's. She looks sad. "Can you make the TV staticky?"

"On it."

Robin closes all the blinds and curtains, making the house a bit darker and Eddie gets the TV on, white noise filling the room.

They sit in that white noise for what feels like an eternity but when Eddie checks his watch, is actually about 22 minutes, before El suddenly yanks the makeshift blind fold off with a frustrated huff.

"It is not working!" She shouts.

Eddie looks to Robin, but she looks just as lost about all this as Eddie feels. Well. Eddie's always been good with kids. He'll make the attempt. "El, you said earlier you didn't know if you were okay. Maybe figuring that out will help? It can't be easy to get into the right headspace with other thoughts floating around. "

She looks down at Steve, then back to Eddie. Her eyes are wet. "I am scared."

Eddie nods, "me too. This is scary."

"I am scared I will not find him," she says, then drops her voice to a whisper to continue, "but I am more scared that I will."

He really wishes Joyce would have come with. Or Hopper, Jonathan, Will, anyone who actually knows El. He thinks she need a kind of comfort he and Robin cannot provide. "Well, El, what's the part that's really scary?"

She's quiet for a long time. "Steve has never needed saving before. Not by me. What if I can't?"

"Oh El, it's not on you to save him," Robin says, sliding off the couch to be on the floor with them. She must have more information than Eddie about why El would say that, which makes since, because Robin was part of the conversation when they'd decided to have El try and reach out to Steve. "It's not fair that it's only you that can do this, but we didn't ask expecting you to fix it. That's not the pressure we meant to put on you. All we want is a confirmation. And if you can't, that's okay, too. That'll be okay."

El frowns, bottom lip quivering before she reaches down and picks up Steve, shoving him into Eddie's arms before she launches herself at Robin, arms around her neck and burying her face into Robin's neck. Robin looks startled, eyes wide going to Eddie. He pulls Steve to his neck, in an imitation of the position El is in, then hugs him with one arm and uses his other hand to pet at Steve's hair, trying to make meaningful eyes contact with Robin. She gets with the program, hugging El and petting the back of her head.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. You want us to call Joyce or Hopper over?" Robin soothes, her body now gently rocking with El in her lap.

There's a muffled, quiet 'no' from El but that's it. She doesn't say anything else, or move, for a couple minutes.

El pulls back finally, away from Robin to sit up straight. "Okay. I am ready again. Please hand me Steve."

He does, belatedly realizing he was still cuddling and petting Steve. Oh. He really hopes that if Steve is the doll, that he doesn't have any sort of touch receptors going on. That'll be embarrassing.

Steve settled in her lap again, blindfold back on, El tries again.

It takes about two minutes before Eddie watches a bit of blood trickle out of her nose. He shoots a worried look to Robin before lifting a hand, intent on reaching out to El, but before he fully extends his arm, Robin stops him with a shake of her head.

Another eternity passes before El gasps and pulls the blindfold off.

"What happened? Did you find him?" Robin asks.

El looks from Robin to Eddie, then down to Steve, then back up to Eddie, a small smile on her face. "Yeah. He wants me to tell you 'thank you, for taking the time to explain because Dustin never does.' He said you would know what he was talking about?"

"Holy shit." He and Robin say it at the same time. Robin scrabbles over the couch, rather than around it, and dashes out of sight. Eddie doesn't think he could make his legs work if he wanted to. Steve can hear them. (Ha Dustin!)

El deposits Steve into Eddie's arms. "It is him. He does not know what happened, either. He can hear and see. He appreciates that you did not let the sun blind him."

"El, you are the most amazing person I've ever met," Eddie says and watches the grin grow on El's face. "Alright. Well, the first step to a solution is knowing and now we know."

Robin pops back into view behind the couch, "everyone is on their way here now. I tried to tell Will we'd go back to them, 'cause y'know, less people and cars to worry about but I guess they want the base of operations to be here. How mad do you think Steve would be if I got copies of my key made for everyone?"

"I can ask him," El offers.

"Nah," Eddie grins, "it's always better to ask forgiveness than permission. And you'll forgive us, won't you, Stevie?"

Steve, of course, does not answer, but it does settle something inside Eddie knowing that he hears the question.

Steve's a doll. They know that for sure. Now, they can find a solution.

[xjaylyn]

PART 5 - Bad Boys: Second Chances

Pairing: Armando x Black! OC (Rya)

Warnings: blood, graphic, guns, death, mature, language (use of the n word), and some other stuff I probably forgot about sorry

Summary: It's been two years since Captain Conrad was framed. Another mission brings the team back together and new relationships are formed. It's said everyone deserves second chances and room to grow. So maybe this is that second chance

A/N: Further down in the story, there are some graphic descriptions that will be warned with red text before you read. In the scene, there could be some triggering words and situations that may be sensitive to a reader, so read at your own risk, please. I don't want anyone to get triggered. This scene will be written in italics. It's not necessary to read for you to understand the story, so you can skip it if you want, but it does provide a deeper look into Rya's past that was mentioned in the previous part. Part 6 will be out tonightt!

(Armando photo creds to @yeahnohoneybye they be having all the good photos bless them😩🙌🏽)

...AMMO HEADQUARTERS...

"Alright, I organized all the files in the drive so we can understand everything when we look over it," Dorn huffs, sitting back in his chair.

After infiltrating the lab, the team headed back to the station to plan their next move. Sitting on the couch in the middle of the room, Rya picked at the little glass shards stuck in her still-cuffed hands. Feeling someone sit next to her, she looks up to see Kelly holding a first aid kit.

"I brought you the first aid kit... there's some tweezers and wound spray... thought you might need it," she says, setting the kit on the coffee table in front of them. Mumbling a small thanks, Rya picks up the kit for the tweezers. Noticing Kelly still there, she looks back up and raises a brow at the girl still staring at her.

"So... an assassin? Umm, that's pretty cool, almost lik—" Kelly starts to ramble before she realizes the deadpan look on Rya's face. Shutting her mouth, she stands up.

"Yeah, sorry, I'll just... leave you be," she nods, walking off back to the others.

Blinking down to her hands, Rya picks up the tweezers, gently taking out the small shards stuck in her skin.

"Ok, so for the really fancy restaurant you have to be on this list to get in, but I was able to work my magic and get Rya on there with no problem. So, we're on for tomorrow. It should be a smooth mission," Kelly says, smiling up at the team.

"Thanks, Kelly... well, I'm calling it a night. It's getting pretty late, make sure you all get some sleep. We got a busy day tomorrow," Rita says, waving at everyone before walking out the door.

"Yeah, it is getting late. We'll see you all in the morning," Kelly says, packing her things, Dorn right behind her doing the same.

"Oh, before I forget, Rya, if you ever need a therapist, I can give you my counselor's number. She's amazing; I really recommend it," Dorn says with a small smile towards Rya. She squints her eyes at him.

"Dorn... just... goodnight... let's leave the therapy talk for another time," Marcus says, waving him off.

"I'm just saying, therapy has helped me with a lot," Dorn says, with his hands up before leaving with Kelly patting his shoulder.

Mike gets up from his desk and walks over to Rya. "Alright kid, I can take these cuffs off since they ain't stopping nothing anyway," he says, grabbing her wrist to unlock the cuffs.

Rubbing her wrist, she can see a purple indent had formed from the cuffs cutting off her circulation. "Thanks," she mumbles.

"You can sleep here tonight. We have a pillow and blanket in that closet over there," Marcus says, picking up his car keys and pointing to a back corner.

"Yeah, we still have to tell our wives about a possible guest staying with us, so for tonight, you just have to stay here. Everything will be locked up, but you have the common room to use. We'll see where you'll be staying at tomorrow. You'll be good on your own?" Mike asks, looking down at the girl.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I want to look over some stuff anyway," she says, getting up and walking towards the computers.

Saying their goodnights, Rya watched as the pair walked out the door, locking it behind them before waving one final time. Rya pulls up a chair and looks through the different files on the computer.

After an hour of clicking through a couple of photos and documents, she lands on an old photo of her family. She'd never seen the picture before... completely different from the image of them she has buried in the back of her mind, all smiling, naive to the tragedy awaiting them in the future... one she doesn't want to remember. Staring at it for a few minutes, she suddenly feels a pair of eyes on her.

Already knowing who it is, she leans back in the chair and turns her head. "We have a problem?" she asks sternly, raising her brow towards Armando standing by the double doors.

"I don't trust you," he says simply.

"That's fine... I don't quite trust you either," Rya says, crossing her arms, now turning the chair completely towards him.

Walking down the steps, "I recognize you... I couldn't figure it out before, but now I do," he states, stopping to lean on the middle table, looking down at the girl in front of him. "You almost killed my mother a few years ago."

Staring at him for a little bit, she tilts her head. "Your mother is Isabel Aretas, right?" she says more as a statement than a question, already knowing the answer.

"Well... seems like someone got to her before me, so," she shrugs, turning her chair back to the computer screen. Noticing he was still quiet, she looked back to see him glaring at her, clenching his jaw. "No offense."

Armando shakes his head before sitting in the chair next to the table. "I don't believe you completely went rogue... if what you say is true about him controlling you, then you still have some loyalty left in you," he says, crossing his arms.

"You're right... but couldn't the same be said for you? Some loyalty should be left to the cartel, you know... since they raised you," she says, raising a brow.

"The only person that raised me is my mother... I don't owe loyalty to anyone anymore."

"Your mother kept and trained you to do her dirty work, there's a difference," she deadpans the man in front of her. Ready for the conversation to end, she couldn't care less about his opinion because it wasn't his help that she needed; he was just there.

Noticing his expression change for a split second, she can tell the statement caught him off guard, but he quickly recovered. Armando gets up from the chair and walks towards the door. "You got one time to fuck up," he says, looking back at her. "I won't hesitate to utilize what my mother trained me to do."

Hearing the door shut, Rya stares at the spot Armando once filled. Feeling her eyes get heavy, she sighs and makes her way towards the closet in the back corner to grab a blanket and pillow.

Walking back to the couch, she passes the computer screen that still displayed the old family photo. Stopping for a second, she closes out the tab and makes her way to the couch. Laying down, she stared at the ceiling until her eyes closed.

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*WARNING: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS, NOT FOR WEAK STOMACHS, TRIGGERING SCENES AND WORDS COULD BE MENTIONED*

"Please... please... no more... please."

Strained pleas sounded from the man on the blood-stained floor. Another sound of ripped flesh and cracked bones could be heard, causing the man to cringe, close his eyes, and weep.

"Open your eyes," the uniformed man demanded before kneeling down next to the man, gripping a chunk of his hair, forcing his head up to watch the scene in front of him. His dead wife's body, covered entirely in blood, had open wounds all over her body as the suited man above her continued to mutilate her.

The man stands up, towering over her lifeless form, fixing his suit. Bloodied hands push his hair back from his face.

"What did I tell you would happen, huh?" the man huffs, staring down at the man.

"You thought you could betray me? And get away with it?" The man slowly walks to the man's beaten form.

"Kill me... please... don't do this to them... I betrayed you. I betrayed you... I BETRAYED YOU KILL ME DAMMIT," he begs, glaring back at the man.

"Oh... I was planning on that whether you asked me to or not," the man chuckled.

The grunts of the man flowed through the young girl's ears watching from the side. Both stared at the scene in front of them. One stood with dried-up tears and swollen red eyes, hiccups coming from her body every few seconds. Numbness flowed through her body. Slowly shifting her eyes from the scene in front of her, she looks at her younger sister sobbing in the uniformed man's arms. His gloved hand roughly covered her mouth to silence her, but it remained ineffective as you could still hear her strained screams.

She could feel her tears stream down her face, scared for what's to come. She could feel her body shaking, forcing the man holding her to tighten his grip to keep her still, causing a sob to form out of her body.

"Daddy, I'm scared," she cried for the bloodied man on the floor. She looks as her father's eyes meet hers. Her hero... the strongest man she knows... weak and scared on the floor. His lifeless eyes stared at her. All hope for her gone. She feels her body get tugged out of the room, her sister's screams flood her mind.

"Do as I say... and you and your sister will be free," the voice sounds through her mind.

She feels the heat of his rough hands caress her face, burning her cheek.

"Do as I say... and you and your sister will be free!"

*END WARNING*

Jumping up out of her sleep, Rya gasps while holding her chest to catch her breath. She can feel how damp her shirt is and her hair sticking to her forehead. Sweat covered her body. Feeling like her body is on fire, she hurries to push the covers off her completely, sitting up on the small couch.

Looking around, she realizes she is still at the station. Feeling her body relax, sitting there for a second, her hands grip the ends of the couch. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

'Jesus Christ.'

She opens her eyes after a while. Furrowing her brows, she brings her hands up to her cheek. Looking down at her fingers, she notices a wet substance on them: tears.

Shaking her head, she gets up and makes her way to the water machine to pour herself a cup of water.

It’s been a long time since she has had that nightmare. It used to occur every night that first month, but then it suddenly stopped. The last image of her parents was something she buried deep in the back of her mind. That photo must have brought it to the surface. Looking up at the clock to see what time it is, the time reads 3:40 in the morning.

Looking back at the couch, she decides to make her way over to the computers to read over the files again. Not wanting to risk having that nightmare again. She couldn’t go back to that stage in her life... she refused.

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Hearing the doors open, Rya's tired eyes looks up from the computer screen, watching Marcus make his way into the room.

"Good morning. You look like shit... didn’t we tell you to get some sleep?" he said, placing his plate on his desk, taking off his jacket, and looking over at the girl hunched over in the chair.

Rolling her eyes, she leans back in the chair, dropping her legs to the floor to stretch a little bit. "I got caught up," she yawned.

"Uh-huh... caught up in an apocalypse. How are you supposed to work your lady magic at the restaurant when you look like a walker from The Walking Dead?"

"Hey, leave her alone, Marcus. She does not look that bad," Kelly says, walking in. "Besides, that couch is not the most comfortable, so I can’t blame her for not getting any sleep." She looks over at Rya, mouthing, "Ignore him."

Shaking her head, Rya looks back at the screen in front of her, ignoring the comment from Marcus.

"DAMN, did you get in a fight last night while we were gone?" Mike says, walking into the room with Armando next to him, dropping his stuff in his seat. She can hear Marcus laughing behind her.

The sound of whistling can be heard as Dorn walks into the room. Saying good morning to everyone, he stops in his tracks when he sees Rya. "Heyyy Rya... rough night?"

Dropping her hand on the desk, she looks up from the screen with a huff. "Y’all got one more time to comment on my appearance," she says, fed up.

"Woah, don’t bite, walker. I don’t want the smoke," Marcus jokes, smiling with his hands up. He and Mike snicker at each other. "That was good."

"Alright, enough. Let’s get serious. We have a lot to do." Rita sighs, standing in front of everyone, causing them to change their focus to their boss.

"Today, Rya is going to get information from Sergio’s two best dealers. Dorn, I need you to make sure all of your drones are up and running. Kelly, make sure Rya’s necklace has audio and footage. Mike and Marcus, I need you two to make sure all areas are secure and that we have a safe exit for Rya in case she needs to escape. Armando, we need you for backup in case anything goes wrong, so be ready. Does everyone remember the plan?" She asks, looking at the team, all nodding their heads.

"Good... Rya... make sure to freshen up. We need you to look the part for this to work." She smirks, watching as the woman rolls her eyes before making her way to the locker rooms.

"Dammit, I left the dress for Rya to wear at my place, and I still have to fix her necklace," Kelly huffs, throwing her bag down.

"It’s okay, Kells. Armando can take Rya to get it when she’s out of the shower," Mike says, leaning back in his chair.

"I never said that," Armando huffs from the couch.

"Didn’t have to. Look, you two got to get along or at least tolerate each other so we can all work together," Mike says, looking over at his son.

The two stare at each other for a bit until Armando lets up and nods his head. "She has one chance."

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'Well, this is great.'

Sitting in the front seat, Rya glanced over at Armando gripping the steering wheel, focused on the road. It’s only been 10 minutes of them together, and the ride was already intense. Taking a breath, Rya looked back out of the window, watching the buildings go by.

"I never tried to kill your mother," she starts. She can feel his eyes look at her for a second.

"You shot at her and missed, killing the person behind her," he said, staring back at her.

She scoffed at that before shaking her head. "That’s because I was aiming for the person behind her... trust me, if I wanted to kill her, I wouldn’t have missed... I never miss," she says, looking at Armando.

The two stare at each other for a second without saying anything. Realizing how long they were holding their stares, Rya lifts a brow at the man. "The road still exists, you know? I would watch it if you don’t want to get us killed." Breaking the eye contact, she looks back out the window.

"If I wanted to kill you, it would’ve been done by now and not in a car accident," he says focusing back on the road in front of him.

"Yeah, but I would’ve had to be on your mommy’s hit list for that to happen, huh?" She rolls her eyes.

Pulling over the car, Armando parks to take off his seatbelt and look at the girl in the passenger seat.

"I told you you had one chance. Bring up my mother again, and I will end all this shit."

Raising both brows, Rya looks over to Armando. "Nigga, I will have yo ass sent back to the fucking cartel in a body bag. You ain’t ending shit," she crosses her arms, looking at the man in front of her like he was crazy.

Huffing before closing his eyes, he sits back in the seat before calmly speaking, "Rya... go inside and grab the dress."

Looking past his form, she notices that they were in front of Kelly’s house. Squinting her eyes back to Armando, she unbuckles her seatbelt to get out.

"I’m going because I have to, not because you told me to."

"Ry-"

Before he could finish whatever he was going to say, she stepped out of the car and purposely slammed the car door. After a few minutes, Armando looks back up to see her walking back to the car bag in hand.

"Got the dress. Let's go," she said, not making eye contact with him.

Armando nodded and started the car, pulling away from the curb. The rest of the drive back to the station was quiet. When they arrived, Rya got out of the car without a word and headed straight into the station with Armando following behind.

"Well damn, what happened between you two?" Marcus asked, feeling the tension between the two as they walked in. Both of them ignored him and went their own ways.

"I ain't want to know anyway... damn," Marcus said, sitting back down. Looking over at his partner, he pointed back at where the two had been standing.

"Those two need some therapy, and I mean real-ass trauma-dumping therapy."

"Marcus, shut up," Mike said, shaking his head

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[blitzsicedcoffee]

Hellatober Day 12 Ficlet- Murder

(My take on a 'Blitz is hired to kill Stolas' au)

Blitz loads up the guns and angelic bullets into the back of the van. When he started IMP he knew it would be dangerous. Killing hell's Elite is harder than killing anything really. Because everyone on every side hates you for it.

Just a few months in and their office has already gotten raided by police, raided by the mob, raided by angry elite family members that sick their hellhounds on them. And Blitz himself has probably five different mugshots by now? But what else are his options? It's not like an imp like him has any other ones.

Loona had to get a job at stylish occult cause he decided it was too dangerous for her to hang around the office. And Blitz drives Millie and Moxxie to and from work every single day. Just to make sure they don't get jumped by people sour about their hits.

"Sir before you do this last one can you take us home?" Moxxie asks as he polishes his gun.

"Sure Moxxie, Millie, get your stuff", he replies and grabs his keys, closing up the back as Millie jumps in the passenger and Moxxie jumps in the back.

"And you're sure you got this one on your own?" Moxxie asks. Blitz rolls his eyes, M&M are so protective. He's supposed to be the ones protective of them.

"Yeah Moxx, I got it. Spend a nice evening in, Kay? I'll text you when it's done", he stops the van in front of their apartment.

"Okay B we'll be expecting that text!" Millie says and squeezes his shoulder then they head inside.

He makes sure he sees their living room window light turn on then he leaves.

The person who wanted this chump dead didn't really say why. But Blitz about a month in also stopped asking. It wasn't his business. Killing someone he's told to is.

He parks behind a wall where there's a small cracked opening and slithers into a well maintained garden. Checking that he has the angelic blade and enough bullets, he continues with his rifle slinged over his back.

Like a salamander, he slithers past bushes and up a tree. Taking station. He sets up his rifle and puts in the angelic bullets. They mildly sting against his fingers so he pulls his gloves down a little bit to cover them.

Luckily the rich bastard left his balcony wide open. There is a nice breeze in the air tonight but it's foolish. Comfortable. He looks through his scope and aims straight at the grey figure in the bed.

"Gotcha bitch..", he whispers when the grey figure stirs just as he pulls the trigger. The figure moving throws him off and the rifle slips a little and shoots past the bed. Blitz covers his mouth. Trying to slow his breathing as the grey figure puts on a robe.

Suddenly there's magic underneath him, floating him upside down over the balcony and into the room, plopping him onto the bed. Leaving his rifle in the tree. He stares at the figure as it walks out from the shadows. A Goetian prince. He knew this of course. But he never likes to see their faces.

Blitz fumbles his hands to his side and pulls out the angelic dagger, pointing it towards the Prince.

"Tch, I'm guessing my wife paid you for this, hmm?" He says non chalantly. Blitz's eyes dart around the room.

"Uh..maybe", he says. Still holding out the blade towards him. Stolas sits next to him on the bed.

"I'm not going to hurt you", he says and Blitz smirks, "Then you're naive", and attempts to tackle the prince but he freezes him with magic again, Blitz's insides cold and paralyzed a moment as Stolas grabs the dagger and throws it to the other side of the room, it landing in a chair cushion. Then unfreezes him.

Blitz holds his chest and looks to the prince in well- not fear but-hesitancy.

"There. That's better. Now. What's your name", he says. Blitz blinks, 'Uh..." Stolas chuckles, "I won't bite you know".

"How do I know that?" He replies which makes Stolas chuckle again. Blitz smirks again.

"I still have to do my job you know", he points to the knife across the room. Stolas sighs, "What if I made you a better proposal".

Blitz thinks, "What like more money to kill your wife?" Stolas shakes his head, "Satan-no. As horrid as she is, I don't want her dead. My daughter needs her mother. I mean- what is it you want or need. Anything".

Love. Companionship. Belonging.

Blitz narrows his eyes, "Are you bluffing with me? This some prank for a Voxtech show?" He scooches away from Stolas.

Stolas puts his hands up, "No, no of course not. I wouldn't lie to you".

"Then why offer me anything?" He cocks his head. Stolas shrugs, "I don't want to die?" Fair point.

Blitz thinks for a moment. "Well, do you have a way to earth? I'd rather kill humans than the elite in hell. So much easier", he says and Stolas is taken aback but looks in his Grimoire, flipping through pages.

Stolas points, "Hmm. Would an Asmodean Crystal do?"

Blitz's eyes grow wide and he coughs, "Y-you'd get one of those for me?"

"I have connections, I could try at the very least", Stolas replies, closing the Grimoire, "Would that suffice?"

"That would more than fucking suffice", he says and hops off the bed, looking back to make sure Stolas isn't going to freeze him with magic again.

Stolas walks over and pulls the dagger out, ignoring the pain in his hand from the hilt and hands it to Blitz.

"We have a deal, then?" He asks, smiling.

Blitz takes the dagger back and stows it. Shaking his hand, "Deal". He attempts to let go of the prince's hand but he is still squeezing.

Blitz looks up at him nervously, "Uh, your highness...my hand". Stolas blinks, "Oh, sorry", he replies and relinquishes Blitz's hand.

Blitz hands Stolas his phone and Stolas puts his number in. Blitz names it "The Prince".

"So you'll tell me when you have the crystal?" He asks. Stolas nods, "I will". Blitz backs away and hits his back against the balcony doors.

"U-uh okay I'll be going now", he awkwardly leaves over the balcony as Stolas waves.

"Farewell".

[halfagone]

Sudden thought I had:

Phantom, after everything he did for Amity, now being an adult (I'm putting at 27 here) with the necessary emotional maturity to recognize that he doesn't owe them anything, seals the portal, places the entire frame in his lair for safekeeping, along with all the blueprints his parents had, and leaves to go explore the world, like his little girl likes to do so much (I'm a sucker for Danny adopting Ellie, and being very supportive of her while also being always ready to be summoned next to her and crack some skulls if needed).

While going through Paris, and finding a pair of teenage heroes, like he and Valerie had once been, Danny decided he can take a break from his travelling to helpd these baby heroes and give them the training and support they need.

They get along better than anyone expected. Danny is Life and Death, Balance personified. Who else would be better to teach the hosts of Creation and Destruction than the one who embodies both in perfect balance?

I'm envisioning Danny sits down to have a nice chat with the Guardian about getting the kids proper training, and he's not going anywhere. The kwami in the box swarm him because he feels like a spirit of incredible power, and really, what else would happen except Danny finding himself taking spiritual custody over two teenage heroes who are clearly way over their heads fighting literal adults.

Step number one: get legal custody of Adrien Agreste and get his father charged to the fullest extent of the law for being so negligent to his own son.

I'm seeing this going 2 ways:

Danny gets custody over Adrien, moves into an apartment next to the Dupain-Cheng bakery, and their place becomes Vigilante Central, with Phantom often watching over the kids as they go out at night, typically going invisible to not give away his presence.

Hawkmoth tries one last desperate move to get the Miraculous before the police come for him. He takes to the field...and is subsequently trounced by Phantom, who beats him into the ground for picking on a bunch of children instead of getting therapy.

Plucking the Miraculous and setting the kwami within free from the old man's control, certainly expedited the process of acquiring custody over Adrien, but it also sent the poor boy spiraling for a while.

Or 2:

Their entire issues are solved by Gabriel being unable to use his Miraculius, because prison doesn't really...allow...jewellery. Which means Hawkmoth no longer shows up. Until Natalie, ever loyal to her boss, picks up the Moth Miraculous and tries to make his dreams come true. Except Phanton is...a little more ready to throw hands, and by the gods she's going to catch them whether she wants to or not.

By the end of it, Danny just doesn't really go anywhere else. Just stays in France full-time to help raise these two reckless kids. And sure, Marinette has her own wonderful parents. Doesn't mean Adopted Cousin Fenton won't spoil her rotten and enable all her chaotic gremlin tendencies while also keeping her safe. Add Ellie into the mix, and Paris has never been more happy and yet annoyed by all these gremlin heroes running around, cracking the most awful jokes and keeping the city safe.

I actually really like the idea of option 2, not gonna lie. I like the slow, dawning realization some people might have, Adrien specifically, as they realize the possible reason for Hawkmoth's sudden disappearance. While I usually like public reveals for Danny, for Hawkmoth I actually prefer more low-key ones because I know people would probably blame or question Adrien for not knowing sooner. (Because let's face it, this is the same world that lets kids like Chloé get away with all sorts of stuff.) So I think if I ever wrote a fic following along with this kind of idea, I would actually go the route of #2.

You're giving me such brain worms, don't do this to me! One of these days I may actually have to commit to a crossover between these two specifically, and I already have so much to write TAT

[aquarii-if]

Ellery leans back into his chair, groaning as he stretches his arms above his head.

His eyes move over to the small digital clock on the corner of his desk, a large red 8:30 PM flashes on the black box, causing Ellery to let out a long, tired sigh. He's been working later and later every day of this week. With the human's arrival, the talk of war, and Liviana constantly ten seconds away from popping a blood vessel, Ellery's been swamped.

It doesn't help that Liviana has seemed to forget that he is her personal doctor, not the people's doctor. He isn't supposed to be reviewing regular citizen's medical records. But with this sudden influx of head injuries and psychosis in many Mitans, the other doctors of New Ambus have been having a hard time keeping up, so Liviana put him on the job to help take off some of the workload.

He turns his head to the last pile of papers he needs to complete today, it's a large pile, but it's mostly just him circling the same five symptoms, so he's certain he'll get it done in an hour.

He picks up the large tower of papers and sets it on his desk before taking the one on top to begin working. A few minutes of intense scribbling go by when he is startled by a sudden loud knocking on his door.

"Come in." He calls out, and he is surprised to see Amare sauntering into his office. Amare hates coming by the castle, he always tells Ellery that all of the royal decorations and the posh demeanor of the people who live here remind him too much of his home life. Ellery always called him pretentious for that.

“You’re killing the old tired dad look.” Amare chuckles, earning an amused eye roll from Ellery. “But… what are you still doing here?" Amare closes the door behind him and leans against it, eyes wandering over Ellery's office as he throws his car keys into the air and catches them.

"I'm... working?"

Amare makes a face, shaking his head. "Today? What kind of maniac works on their birthday?"

Ellery pauses for a moment, processing what Amare said. His eyes find the far right end of his computer and he reads the date. 6/29. Indeed, today is his birthday. He had completely forgotten.

“You forgot?” Amare says. “How do you forget your own birthday? I never let anyone forget mine.”

Ellery runs a hand through his hair, pursing his lips. "It's been a busy few months for Liviana, with the human and everything, and I'm sure the JAA has been struggling too. I guess it just slipped my mind."

Amare’s demeanor hardens at the reminder of the newly found demigod, but he quickly shakes his head and walks over to Ellery, switching out his scowl for a mischievous smirk. He grabs Ellery and pulls him out of his chair, and drags him to the door.

"Woah, hey, where are you going? I still have things I need to do! Amare!" Ellery struggles to get his arm out of Amare's tight grip as he is dragged out of his office. Goddamn JAA officers, where the hell do they even find these Mitans with supernatural strength?

"Stuff that you can complete later, Ellie. You’re too young and good looking to lock yourself away in your office all day. Today's about you, so we're gonna do something fun. Date’s entirely on me, I promise." Amare drags Ellery out of the castle and to his expensive bright red car. Ellery shakes his head at the sight of it, Amare is probably one of the only people who still owns a car that drives on the regular roads.

“We’re not dating.” Ellery attempts a deadpan expression, but he can’t hide his smile.

“For now.” Amare finally lets go of him, causing Ellery to stumble due to the lack of support. Amare opens the car door for Ellery, accompanying it with a small courtesy bow. Ellery chuckles, as he sneaks a look back at the castle. He thinks about all of the work he really should be getting done right now, and realistically, he could just tell Amare to go away and get back to work. But...

"Well? We goin' or what?" Amare calls out as he walks over to the driver’s side of the car.

Ellery pushes past the thoughts, while he does feel a little silly taking off work for his birthday, he deserves a break. Ellery turns back to Amare with a smile. "Yeah, let's go." 

[sanerontheinside]

Look, Goncharov is an excellent movie. It has the sense of inevitability about it, of ever-encroaching tragedy. Its execution of both the suspense and the despair, the mounting fear of what you knew was coming all along—it’s staggering, the perfection of it.

But at the same time, this isn’t a Scorsese, not truly. It’s a Matteo JWHJ 0715. It is, in some ways, a little hamfisted in its execution, and I would argue the American audience is not wrong to analyze it in terms of very American themes. They are! Hollywood movies set the tone for much around the world, from fashion to storytelling in a media as globalized as film.

And as I’ve said, I do love this movie. I love it even for its anachronistic quirks—many of them deliberate and thought-through stylistic choices. I think the fact that goncharov’s primary activities are moving drugs and guns are one of these stylistic departures. Guns and drugs are easy to understand; goncharov is the bad guy, the antihero we’re meant to sympathize with. Certainly, he makes for a rather charming and impressive bastard.

But I think the movie, this particular script rather misses out on the poignancy of the alternative: that goncharov likely wasn’t dealing drugs and weapons, at least not at the beginning. Truth is, you could make an unimaginable amount of money just by smuggling ordinary European goods across the Iron Curtain.

Painfully ordinary. Shoes and coats and and dresses and suits, like all those pretty things that Katya wears. Turntables. Jeans! Plain old dishware. Sure, maybe eventually goncharov didn’t have much of a choice and got into the hard stuff

(this would actually serve the narrative—Goncharov stepping clear over his own lines in the sand, over and over again until he no longer recognizes who he is—perfection)

(anyway)

but you see, the Soviet Union didn’t have a whole variety in production, nor even necessarily great quality of it. There was no (legal) access to imported goods. I’ve already seen mention of the bootleg copy of the film that became a cult classic in the USSR itself (and probably inspired generations of bratva in years to come 🙄) but I wonder if it simply didn’t occur to anyone to consider that the Soviet bloc had largely isolated itself after WWII, and with a struggling economy, with creakily functioning infrastructure, did its best to achieve the impossible and pull itself ‘up by its bootstraps’.

So just think about it: almost every item that Katya owns is like those pretty gowns and crystal shoes in old fairytales; the moment she steps out of this magical realm—the moment the scales fall from her eyes—all of it will begin to melt away into nothing. She would never have had anything like it, were she not married to Goncharov. And he gave her the keys to this magical kingdom, didn’t he? Her Prince, who in the end is not a prince at all, not a fairytale. The illusion, the glamour falls away from him as well.

And then there is Sofia. Sofia, for whom all these clothes and shoes and jewels are very real. All right, sure—Sofia’s backstory tells us she lucked into this world, and in some sense it is also a sort of fairytale space for her. But the thing is, Katya’s grasp on it is far more tenuous. Sofia is nowhere near as richly dressed as Katya, but when everything goes to pot Sofia will still have something of her own, hard-won with sacrifice.

Katya will not. And how unfair is that: Katya is her own woman, she survives her husband’s world and makes her own way, only to be left with nothing if the worst should happen.

[armchairaleck]

Twin Peaks/Dragon Prince thoughts

Okay so I was never going to write a post that combined two of my sorta diametric interests - namely The Dragon Prince cartoon and Twin Peaks, even tho I've low key considered it.. but then they literally put out a fricken dream scene with Viren, Kpp’Ar, Sparklepuff and Opeli explicitly mirroring Twin Peaks.. so now I guess I will ramble on for a long time about this despite not really having anything sensible to say…

First up – massive spoilers are ahead for both Twin Peaks and TDP Season 5… Twin Peaks is in my view one of the most weird and interesting television shows ever made - like it's very David Lynch, so I guess you'd have to like that vibe - BUT if you haven’t seen it and are at all interested in watching it, and don’t want very essential plot elements spoilt please don’t read below this cut.. IT WILL SPOIL STUFF!

Not sure anyone will be left at this point, but a very condensed speed run of the twin peaks plot for the sake of drawing out some parallels later:

Laura Palmer is found murdered in her small home town where a veritable list of ner do well characters who are possible suspects also reside. Call in special agent Dale Cooper to solve the crime, so far, so police procedural…

This is when the plot starts to go a little left field - as well as the drug smuggling, illegal casino, insurance swindles, arson, doubling crossing, false murders, real murders, faked deaths, real deaths that are just part of everyday life in this quaint little rural US town, a portal exists to a place called the red room or the waiting room and to the white and black lodges which by and large represent forces of ‘good’ and ‘evil’ and hold within them certain denizens who might help or hinder, or just be completely bizarre and unintelligible depending on their inclinations...

One of the evil denizens is Bob - Bob is pretty much the representation of pure evil, he possesses people and encourages them to fill his own base desires.

After a certain amount of investigation the original crime is solved, the presence of Bob and the lodges is revealed and the show gets a whole lot weirder as it moves through the rest of the second series and the third (set 25 years later)

At the end of season 2 the good Dale Cooper goes into the red room and gets stuck in there while an identical version of Cooper emerges but this one not so wholesome and possessed by Bob.

There’s a lot more to it, but I’ll get into the relevant points and possible, tho probably very tentative TDP parallels as they come up.

Anyway to break it down.. in the short scene we see we have Kpp’Ar - here I believe framed mirroring the role of the one armed man, Mike, he could also be framed as the giant theoretically but given the arm/bandage motif I’m going to say he’s the one armed man..

The one armed man used to run with Bob until he saw the light and changed his ways, and he cut off his arm to do this a little drastic perhaps? because he had a tattoo on the arm that linked him to Bob. So a possible parallel here to Kpp’Ar having also realised his dark magic/blood tie with an ancient evil entity and trying to rid himself of it through cutting it out of his arm, go, go my guy. The one armed man acts as one of several pretty obtuse guides for good Cooper in the show.

Will Kpp’Ar come back and do this for Viren? Eh probably not, I can’t even speculate on that sort of thing, so let’s leave that parallel there.

Right, Sir Sparklepuff also gets a little cameo as the the arm/the man from another place.. a cryptic clue giver who speaks unintelligibly and also has some natty dance moves..

So the arm is a fairly ambiguous character, he hangs with the evil denizens, he hangs in the waiting room, he helps, or he doesn’t, it’s pretty vague.. he is the part that was cut out to remove the evil influence, but I’m not sure where that could go if anywhere… Onto Viren, who is framed taking the role of FBI agent Dale Cooper, Cooper goes into the red room for good reasons, he wants to save his girlfriend Annie… unfortunately he doesn’t and instead he gets stuck in there while his doppelganger possessed by Bob escapes and goes on to run merry havoc for the next 25 years…

Bad Cooper is a corrupted figure who can give corpse face Viren a run for his money annnd… he also has black eyes… nice…

This is just how your eyes go when you're evil.. so err.. stay good kids

On the other hand it does look like you have a lot more fun going feral

Meanwhile the good version of Cooper has to escape from the waiting room, and trust me, it takes a long time…

Then we have Opeli as the log lady.. now the log lady, also called Margaret Lanterman, we are given to believe was once abducted as a child by aliens (there’s a pretty strong interest in conspiracy type stuff in twin peaks without it ever completely leaning in and going there, well I guess it does, let’s just say there are a lot of things beneath the surface) Margaret grows up just fine though, but on the eve of her wedding night to a fireman there is a fire in the woods, and hubby to be goes and gets himself killed fighting the flames. Margaret takes a log from the scene and caries it round with her ever after with it being heavily implied that the spirit/soul of her almost husband is in there and passes her messages with regards to some of the goings on in the town.

Hey Opeli guess what? Rayla's breaking into Viren's study... ahem..

Like anyway why did Opeli get this role? I have no idea, she's the only available female character?? Anyway Opeli says backwards the line - the jelly tart you like is going to come back in style.. the log lady does not say this in the show, but there is a pivotal scene where all the murder suspects in the Laura Palmer case are gathered together and the guilty party is approached by a white lodge denizen and told that gum you like is going to come back in style.. that's how they find out whodunnit.

So the premise of Twin Peaks is that the guilty party is also shown to be possessed by evil entity Bob and it raises some interesting questions within the fandom regarding an individual’s culpability for their crimes or whether the possession was the root cause of them and I feel like I can’t really dance around it anymore so I will say again if this show sounds interesting and you want to watch it unspoiled with regards to the murder STOP READING HERE.. also I will be going onto the darker themes of the show and you are warned they are kinda dark…

...

Right okay it was her father, Laura’s father, Leyland, possessed by Bob raped and abused her for several years and then murdered her and others when it became clear she knew it was him.

Now every time Laura was abused in the show she sees the face of Bob not her father. There is debate whether this is trauma projection, whether it is in fact evil entity Bob controlling the father’s actions… I mean there’s a lot of interesting stuff to go into, but I won’t, because I only want to look at the possession angle here.

Okay, onto the topic of possession and free will, specifically with regards to Viren and also dark mages in general.. so we have seen Aaravos possess Callum explicitly, based on one use of dark magic, whether he was able to do this due to Callum’s proximity to the mirror... not sure? He also possesses Viren very obviously on a couple of occasions, but they also have the blood tie... so it's likely that dark magic allows Aaravos to exert his influence on those who practise it as has been explored by others.

Anyway there is another factor I have kinda been low key wondering about - whether the staff of Ziard has certain possession/persuasion potential.. now I’m not going to come out and say the staff holds sway over Viren and tells him what to do because this puts a certain absolution on Viren’s actions that I don’t think is justified by the narrative BUT I do also think it would be kinda cool if Aaravos with his links to the stars and future predictions had a way of seeing what might happen and engineering his own deliverance through the push/pull of the staff.

Not betting any hard cash on this theory...

We don’t know when Viren first gets the staff, I have to re-watch that dream sequence and possibly wait for puzzle house because I have at least some thoughts it might be what Claudia finds in there.. but he doesn’t have it in the Puzzle House pages I’ve seen and he does before Magma Titan because he takes it with him..

So... I don’t know if there is a slim possibility that while the staff might not possess a mage it might subtly lead them towards an end goal - slaying an archdragon say, who holds the mirror window into Aaravos’s prison, and thereby allowing the dark mage to come into possession of said mirror and thereby setting the whole train of freeing Aaravos in motion..

Now fine, this is a bit of a stretch, could easily be Viren is simply fuelled by his desire to kill a dragon out of revenge/hubris a desire to rekindle his relationship with Harrow (ahem) but I kinda like the idea that there is a very subtle pull leading him in that direction through the staff, and Aaravos does at least seem pleased to notice that staff in his possession, while Viren visibly shies from it throughout much of s4…

This could mirror a little with the possession/influence themes of Twin Peaks - there is a ‘good’ Cooper and a ‘bad’ Cooper, but they are really the same Cooper and it is the flaws in the good that allow for the evil influence of the bad to take hold - Cooper has a weakness for trying to save women in peril, it gets him in trouble… Viren seems to have a weakness for power and doing anything for his family, however dangerous, however vile - personally I don’t really like to read stuff purely in terms of a good/bad white/black dichotomy.. but I do like character flaws leading to the wrong path and imperilling your soul.

This all inclines me towards the Aaravos is pure evil and the Prometheus and even Lucifer stuff was just a bit of a tease. In Twin Peaks the unleashing or at least the amplification of evil in the world is linked very explicitly in one episode to the dropping of the atomic bomb, this is framed as a cataclysmic event during which mankind press the button on their own potential annihilation...

s3 episode 8 - I don't think will ever be surpassed for am I hallucinating or is there something very weird on my tv at 4am vibes

I know there have been some links between dark magic and nuclear power parallels made by other people but I can’t remember the details and it has always been something I’ve kinda chewed around a bit without having any specific thoughts or beliefs on, other than ouch corruption looks a lot like radiation burns… but I can see an analogy for something that is created to both serve humanity giving us a fairly unlimited power source, while also giving us the ability to pretty much obliterate ourselves and the planet which - tbh best not to think about how close that has already been...

Dark magic is clearly a force that can be used to benefit humanity, healing, feeding 100,000 people etc, etc.. but it is also being lined up as something that holds its own peril, that probably isn’t a power to be wielded by inconsistent, unreliable and sleep deprived humans, and it’s been given to them by Aaravos? Like I think that has not yet been explicitly stated in cannon but the signs are all there.. so hmmm..

Anyway all told this has led me down quite a few lines of thinking that I don’t really have any definitive conclusions for because they are by definition not issues that can be neatly tied up with a bow... at least not by me.

Then Viren is pretty much comatose for the rest of the season much like Coop/Dougie is season 3 of Twin Peaks.. rip my guy...

Viren having the standard reaction of anyone trying to work out wtf is going on in Twin Peaks

Anyway I have never seen any fellow Twin Peaks fans out in the Dragon Prince wilds, but if you’re out there please come and rip this to shreds if you want.. I have a sieve like memory and I’m usually pretty wrong about most stuff, plus I wrote this after 4 hours sleep due to the drop time, sooo please excuse any mistakes...

[cityandking]

2, 6, 14, 15, 22 for bran/sabine + vesper/cullen!

thanks babe // oc asks romance edition

2. How did your OC and their partner meet?

BRAN + SABINE — it varies au to au, but broadly sabine was running and bran offered her a ride. bran knows what it's like to need to go, and no matter what world they're in, like calls to like. VESPER + CULLEN — they kinda met when vesper was unconscious and half-dead, but properly, they met over a makeshift war table in the back room of the haven chantry. vesper knew of him by reputation, but found him to be not quite what she expected for the knight-captain of kirkwall.

6. Is your OC married to their partner? What are their thoughts about marriage? Would they get married (if they're not already)?

BRAN + SABINE — YEAH THEY ARE! THEY'RE MARRIED!!!!! I don't think either of them ever expected it even a little bit—branwen certainly hadn't even once put a single thought into getting married except to be pretty sure it wasn't for her; she couldn't possibly imagine herself tied down like that. and then she met sabine. (I think they probably eloped. sabine proposed.) VESPER + CULLEN — they eventually got married after the inquisition was disbanded. it was a modest ceremony in arlesans where vesper's older sister lives and where vesper and cullen settled down for a couple years immediately post-Inquisition. most of the inner circle came, and their families (the rutherfords gave them loads of shit (affectionate) for having the ceremony in orlais). given their time in the circle, neither ever expected to get married. both were shyly, quietly thrilled, which everyone agreed was very cute. the ceremony was sweet and low-key (cassandra officiated); the reception was raucous and delightful

14. What's the worst memory your OC has of their partner?

BRAN + SABINE — any memory of sabine throwing herself into danger and not coming out again. there's at least one forced-to-leave-her-behind moment that simply undid bran in ways she's never openly admitted to anyone (though there are a couple people in her life who would clock it anyway) VESPER + CULLEN — not quite a memory, but even years down the line, vesper has nightmares about the envy demon taking his shape at therinfal—half the time she's covered with his blood, and half the time he's the one tenderly splitting her throat.

15. What's the best memory your OC has of their partner?

BRAN + SABINE — almost certainly the first time sabine smiled at her properly and openly and honestly. like the clouds splitting and that first glint of sunlight off the water; like setting sail and the smudgy safety of land vanishing over the horizon. like falling in love. (the first i love you is also incredibly special) VESPER + CULLEN — something embarrassingly innocuous. a meal at the tavern or the tail end of a war table meeting or working late in his office one night, happening to look up and catch his eye, and his lips quirking—not even a full smile, just the shadow of amusement as the fire flickered low and the world moved around them but they were still and quiet and together—and realizing she could be happy with him forever, actually. (also, surviving corypheus)

22. How does your OC respond to their partner being in pain? How does their partner respond when they're suffering?

BRAN + SABINE — it depends on the kind of pain. bran's careful during sabine's bad days, when her shoulder and/or knee are acting up. she's good about talking to healers/doctors/professionals to find out what she can do to help. when it comes to the self-inflicted sort of pain—sabine is nothing if not good at diving into a situation she knows will fuck her up—she tends to get angry. she's protective of her people, even (especially) in the face of their own bad decisions. VESPER + CULLEN — both of them have some chronic stuff going on (the lyrium withdrawal, the anchor) and they mostly handle it by trying to be open and patient and stepping up when one of them needs the support. vesper's had some healer training and does her best to alleviate the worst of things for cullen, but sometimes more magic makes his migraines worse not better. mostly they just quietly ache for each other and wish they could do more. (when it comes to the bigger stuff—serious injuries, big griefs, etc.—cullen's prone to loud, frantic concern and vesper will stew in silent nauseating worry. neither of them are particularly good at being helpless; not being able to fix things for the other is always the worst part.)

[trip-tuckers-hyperspanner]

The Time in the Mess Hall - 1

5 Times Trip Was Dumb + 1 Time He Wasn't

Trip banged his head against the PADD as he read the sentences over and over again. “You actually like this stuff?” he asked T’Pol. “I can’t make any sense of it!”

“It’s Vulcan poetry,” she calmly replied, setting her chamomile tea down on the table. She set her hands on her lap and quirked her brow. It wasn’t often that she allowed Trip the slight phantom mark of emotion or interest, but she was, as humans put it, feeling generous today. “Some of the simplest examples.”

“I can barely get human poetry; why’re you askin’ me to read Vulcan?” 

“You said yourself that you were interested in learning more about Vulcan culture,” she continued. She sat daintily beside him as the mess hall began filling with more and more hungry officers and crewmen. It was not for her own interest — it was to make Trip feel more comfortable. “Were you insincere in your request?”

“No, I wasn’t,” he sighed. He dragged a hand down his face and set the PADD on the table. “I’m just… confused? I think?” He sat up more and scooted nearer to T’Pol. “Look: if you Vulcans are so intent on keeping your emotions repressed, why’re you writing love poems? Isn’t that the exact opposite of logic? I thought love and loyalty were primitive emotions.”

T’Pol noticed his tone was even and curious; he was doing his best to be respectful. While he was clearly ignorant on the subject, he understood he was lacking the right amount of information. She appreciated his questions, she decided, and gingerly took the PADD into her own hands. “While love may not necessarily be logical when put into practice, it is still a necessary idea and feeling. We have never done away with the concept of espousing ourselves or taking mates.”

“Love is logical,” he repeated, narrowing his eyes. “It’s the one emotion you let yourselves feel?”

“It’s the one emotion we cannot control,” she corrected. “We do not let it control us like other species, but it is still present. It is possible to feel a certain… affection for others. Attachments to other beings cannot be described as an emotion to us.”

“That’s reassuring.” Trip sat up, scratching his chin. “It still doesn’t fully explain that poetry, though.”

“Which part are you having difficulty with?”

He cleared his throat and retrieved the PADD from her. He scrolled through the lines and found an excerpt. “‘While the sun may extinguish in centuries’ time, I still find restitution in the idea you will always be a constant,’” he quoted. “Or how about, ‘Talking is a waste of precious time unless I am contriving the solution to the puzzle that is your mind.’ It’s so… I don’t know! It’s cheesy, T’Pol. It’s worse than Shakespeare.”

“You do not admire Shakespeare?”

“I despise him,” he said, leaning forward onto the table. He wiped his nose with his thumb. “All that mushy crap? Not for me. I have a romantic streak, sure, but you’re never gonna see me write poetry for a girl.”

T’Pol tilted her head curiously. “To what particular lengths would you go for a ‘girl’?”

“I don’t know. I’d probably bend over backwards for her,” he answered, sitting back all of a sudden. Humans were quite restless and Vulcans never seemed to move more than an inch at a time. “It would depend on who she was and why I liked her. This one time, I liked a chick named Lynette. She really liked reptiles and frogs and bugs. Wouldn’t give me the time of day, y’know? So I trapped a boa constrictor from the Keys and brought it to her. She slapped me! I was only fourteen.”

“You’re very particular with your mates. Each woman you have been involved with has had a quality of distinctiveness that the others have not yet been able to replicate.” T’Pol folded her hands. “I have accepted that I cannot find the common denominator.”

Trip’s eyes went wide. “You’ve been watching me?”

“We are closely acquainted with each other,” she reasoned.

“Yeah, we’re friends, sure, but why’ve you been watchin’ me?” he asked again, laughing with what could only be construed as disbelief. “What business is my… mates to you?”

“I hope I haven’t offended you, Commander.”

He shook his head, setting the PADD down once again. “Well, that would depend on why, T’Pol.”

“My mission first and foremost aboard the Enterprise is to observe human culture,” she replied coolly. “That is the first reason for studying your mates. The other is to ensure your protection.”

“My protection, huh?”

“That is correct.”

Trip stared her down, setting his jaw. He was quite expressive, even for a human, which was something he shared in common with T’Pol as she was quite expressive for a Vulcan. Neither of them could see it, but it was a strengthening factor in their relationship both professionally and personally. When he finally decided she seemed sincere enough, Trip Tucker crossed his arms and relented.

“I suppose you are smarter than me,” he allowed. “And stronger.”

“And as you have put it, you are also my friend. Is that not what friendship is all about?”

“Friendship is like two planets with equal gravitational pull, T’Pol. It’s about being equals and liking each other enough to orbit each other.” He ran his tongue under his bottom lip. “Do Vulcans also experience jealousy?”

T’Pol quirked her brow again. Trip had begun to think it meant she was amused by him, but there was never any way to tell. “Only sometimes.”

“Really?” His eyebrows flew up his forehead. “What situation would make you jealous?”

T’Pol did not humor him that time. Instead, she shifted their focus back to the poetry. “Was there anything you enjoyed about this piece, Commander? Or did you dislike it entirely?”

“Oh, sorry,” he said, his voice genuine. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“You didn’t offend me, Commander.”

“You’ve got that look on your face. You know, the one you make when you’re irritated.”

“I cannot feel irritation,” she said smoothly. Trip waved it away and nodded with a roll of his eyes. 

“I suppose I liked the second to last line.”

“‘When the wind calls to nothing, I still hear your name in the hollow of my mind, speaking to me as if I were there beside you,’” she read. “What about this line gives you pleasure?”

Trip’s cheeks tinted red. “I dunno. I guess the idea that you can be so close to a person that you can hear ’em. It’s sweet.” He wouldn’t look at T’Pol. She supposed he was embarrassed. 

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Commander. Many species share a closeness with their spouses.” 

“You say that but…” Commander Tucker trailed off. “Have you ever been in love, T’Pol?”

Neither of them said anything for approximately three seconds. Her mind was sorting through the logical responses. He was wondering how much she knew from watching him. 

“I wouldn’t know how falling in love feels like to you, but there are feelings I have been exposed to that can only be described as love.” 

“Yeah? Who’s the lucky guy?” he asked. He smiled a little, pleased with her honesty. 

“There is no ‘lucky guy,’ as luck does not exist.” She placed her hands under the table and onto her lap. “The male to whom I have developed an attachment is not relevant.”

“So there is someone,” he mused. He smirked and nodded his head. “Does he enjoy your Vulcan neuropathy?”

T’Pol was unblinking. “He has not told me otherwise.”

“You know, he might really enjoy this Vulcan love poetry. You should share it with him,” Trip continued. “I doubt he could refuse you.” He paused. “But everyone else besides me is under you, Sub-Commander. I guess that would be tricky.”

T’Pol, if she was human, would have been utterly mortified because of his response. But because she was not human, she simply twitched her eyebrows and let out a slightly faster breath than usual. It would have been nearly undetectable for most humans, as they would have searched for more clear signs of expression.

Except for Trip.

“Oh, don’t feel bad about it, T’Pol. Back when we first started our mission, I had a little crush on Hoshi. That would have been a total nightmare.” He reclined his seat, lifting the two front legs of the chair off the ground. “Not because of her, or anything, just because of my position and hers.”

“I do not recall your ‘crush’ on Ensign Sato. That is also unsafe, Commander, I would recommend putting your feet back on the floor.”

He did as she asked. He never liked to make her worry, even if her worry was so minuscule it was barely there. Repressed emotions were still emotions. “You and I didn’t get along then. Why would you have been watchin’ me back then?”

T’Pol was unable to think up an answer. “I suppose I would not have been. Still, you are quite obvious when it comes to your romantic feelings.”

“Am I?” Tucker chuckled, cocking his head at the suggestion. He knew he wasn’t exactly the best secret-keeper in the galaxy, but he doubted he was an open book.

“Indeed. Currently, you fancy someone in Engineering. Her hair is her most unique quality but you’ll find she much prefers someone who takes things much more seriously.” T’Pol gave a slow blink as if to prove her point. 

He laughed. “Lieutenant Briggs? She’s cute, but there’s nothing real there. I flirt with her sometimes but she knows it’s all jokes.”

“On the contrary, Commander, most jokes are based in reality.”

“The reality being she’s cute, but I wouldn’t want to go out with her. That’s part of the human experience — you’ve gotta know when your feelings are trying to rule over you and when your feelings are working with your logic. Some people get the hang of it better than others. You could say we’re on our way to enlightenment.”

“Is there something wrong with Lieutenant Briggs?”

“No, nothing other than she doesn’t excite me the way other women might. It’s not something I’m too concerned about, T’Pol.” The edge in his voice was close to frustration. T’Pol noticed he often felt threatened when she asked him too many questions. Still, she was not satisfied with his answers. 

“Despite your limited lifespan?” 

“All lifespans are limited.”

“You are far too picky about your mates,” she decided. She reached for her cup of tea and brought it to her lips. “How that is possible while you’re simultaneously too careless about them, I doubt I will ever know.”

His grin widened. “So I’ve stumped you?”

“For today, you have.”

“What kind of mate are you interested in, then?” he asked. She would have protested, but after such pilfering through his personal life, T’Pol knew it would only be unfair to keep that information away from him. He had been far too cooperative for her to simply turn him down.

“If I had the freedom you do,” she said expertly, “I would like a man who is physically fit and mentally sound. He should be logical enough to get through the most dangerous of situations but also sympathetic enough to raise a family. He should also prove a challenge some days; I would hate to grow bored.” 

“That’s quite a laundry list, missy.” Trip’s smile, though unlikely, had gotten even wider. “What if he doesn’t fit all the qualifications?”

“I am lucky enough to have found a candidate who does,” she replied. “When I am ready, I believe he will be easy to approach.”

“Do you, now? How easy?”

“To put it in terms you would understand, ‘Like stealing candy from a baby.’”

Trip rested his head against his fist. The adoration in his eyes was clear to see. In fact, anyone could see it for miles and miles. He was just obvious when it came to love and there was no other way to put it. “I love it when you use English idioms.”

“I’m thankful you appreciate my use of your language.”

“Hey, what are friends for?”

[gehenna-calling]

17-23 for whoever is on your mind currently :3

i’m playing her tomorrow and the next larp session is next week so let’s get some LYSSA BRAIN on!

(update: this ask took me so long to answer i have since left the larp! jesus christ)

17. they’re crying—what did it take to make them cry?

she is not the type to cry easily; she has a pretty good grip on her outward emotions, and is very good at keeping her usual cheerful exterior up. however, there are some times where she can’t keep it bottled up any longer and the floodgates open - after the death of her close friend gordon and beloved clanmate allister, she cried almost constantly for a few days. got through a lot of bloodstained handkerchiefs there.

18. what dish brings back the best memories for them?

lyssa doesn’t really remember the taste of many foods she enjoyed when she was alive - it’s been so long since she last had them, and many are no longer made in anything like the same way. she does still sometimes prepare food, though, for her tea parties, and laying out a fancy spread of sandwiches with the crusts cut off is something that brings her a lot of joy. nobody has yet told her that her sandwiches are terrible. she can’t really tell when bread is stale any more and keeps ingredients around for far too long

19. what sparks genuine, unadulterated rage in them?

lyssa generally does not “do” anger. it’s an emotion she tends to sidestep and move on from. however, there are certain things that will set her up with a long-lasting grudge, and one of the key ones is taking advantage of someone she’d consider “vulnerable”. other malkavians, people who are similarly downtrodden/not as experienced in the world, she gets very protective of, and will be infuriated by anyone acting against them.

20. what attracts them to someone—platonically and/or romantically, anything counts.

in terms of interest, curiosity - she likes anyone who’s unusual to her, who she can learn new things from. especially people who are somewhat closed off or more of a challenge to approach - that’s part of the fun! when it comes to more long-term friendship/connections - she appreciates someone she can be open with, who she can rely on, but that’s a shrinking pool of people these days.

21. do they have an idea about how they’ll die? do you?

lyssa thinks about death a lot more often these days. she’s lost a lot of her close friends in the last year, and with the second inquisition looming over her domain there’s always the risk of a threat she can’t escape from - no wriggling out, no skipping town, do not pass go. there was a point when an si member infiltrated a camarilla meeting with a bomb and lyssa genuinely thought she would die, but since then things have been a little more hopeful - she’s still cautious, but she’s pretty sure the si won’t get her. that’ll be gehenna! ooc i have no idea where lyssa’s story ends. i’ve stopped playing her, and will need to figure out with the sts where her larp canon ends, but i think her “true” timeline (for me at least) will go somewhat differently.

22. how would they decorate their living space, if they had a chance?

lyssa does have the ability to decorate her own living space and by god it’s a nightmare. hoarder that she is, it’s less “decorated” and more “so full of stuff you can barely see the walls”. she has a very maximalist aesthetic (unsurprisingly) and very eclectic taste, so her clothes, furniture, etc are all from a multitude of different times and places. the more the merrier, and she likes collecting things with a history.

23. in what moment did they consider themselves to be “grown up”?

honestly a good question! lyssa’s mortal childhood is not something i have a lot of development on so far - i have a vague idea of what her upbringing was like (upper class regency england household), i know she has an older sister who she was quite close with. i feel like in that era the “coming of age” process was a lot more formalised, and she probably felt that a lot of her Adult status came from getting engaged and leaving her family to start her own household with her husband - something that was very much expected of her.

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

Magical Entrepreneur Until Dawn AU

Amber Ratchet works with Justin and is a housemate of Marty’s; Michelangelo ‘Mick’ Horncastle is on the same football team as Jed and Tamas Kruger; Jordanna Hudson is just a school friend of Danica Kruger mainly but also knows the others; Danica and Tamas are characters I made for possible romantic interests to Jed and Carolyn.

It’d be either a dream scape thing or just plain and simple AU where none of them know about magic or anything like that. Prologue would be a house party which Carolyn set up because that’s the kind of person she is, and even though none of the groups really mix she’d try her best - Tamas offers up a house in the mountains that his family own. Mick would decide to prank Jordanna because of her crush on Jed despite how he’s obviously crushing on Danica; Marty and Amber are off exploring the house because this is how the other half lives to them and they’d probably want to see the library. Freddy is out of action and thus Alia is looking after him; they don’t know about the prank, and Danica is also not involved as there’s no way she’d go along with it so they waited until she was showering or something. When Jordanna runs off, Amber is the one to go after her, because despite not knowing her or anything, she can see how horrible the whole thing is and wants to make sure nothing stupid happens.

A year later, Danica notes that they should all head back to the house, to try and make happier memories there - even heading up there early in the hopes of getting things ready, which doesn’t strike Tamas as odd when no one can get in because he’s not really thinking about that. Reluctantly, the party members agree to go for different reasons. When they arrive, Tamas tells the others that he has something important to do with Carolyn, and they head to the cabin. Mick realises that he’s forgotten something and thus he and Freddy head to get it - because there’s some flirting there. Jed complains - as is Jed - and Danica agrees to go with him to turn the lights on as it’s her family’s house too. Alia tries to help Marty feel a little better about being back and then they stumble on the Oujia board. When Danica and Jed return, Jed point blank says he’s out and heads to have a bath.

Tamas is the one to get taken by Wendigo and Carolyn goes through the Sanatorium.

Alia has to make the choice between Marty and Danica in the shed, and Danica is the one that gets killed.

Mick suggests they try to get help, and Freddy is keen to go with him. He tries his best to save him from the tower when it collapses, but it falls through.

Jed gets caught by the psycho.

Alia and Marty go looking for Jed, and then the gun scene happens. It reveals that Danica was behind the whole thing, to which Carolyn drops the bombshell that her own brother was a victim; but Danica had wanted to get justice for her friend and the people that seem to have moved on from that day when she can’t. Already not thinking straight because of grief, the others get Danica out of there and tie her in the shed.

When Alia and Jed return (because Carolyn needed rest, Marty wasn’t going to be left alone and Mick is done with being out there with all the crazy stuff) they are set upon by the Stranger: Richard. Jed notes that they have to get Danica back, but sensing he won’t be able to think straight, Richard takes Alia.

After learning about Mick’s bite, a terrified Jed is more than ready to shoot. However, when the time comes, she can’t do it. Carolyn goes to get the key for the ski lifts; eventually Jed follows while the others return to the basement.

In the mines, Freddy comes across Tamas and the two of them do everything they can to survive.

When Carolyn and Jed return - missing Danica - they realise that there are Wendigoes there. Alia has the idea of the fire after everything they’ve learnt, and gets to work on the plan; Marty is the one out of the place before her.

So, in short the basic essence of most of it is:

Danica = Josh

Jordanna = Hannah

Amber = Beth

Jed = Sam

Carolyn = Mike

Alia = Chris

Marty = Ash

Tamas = Jessica

Freddy = Matt (though honestly, for a second I thought perhaps he could be Josh)

Michelangelo = Emily

Richard = Stranger

[kiss-dumbbunnies]

inktober prompt #3: boots

yes i missed the deadline. i'm Sorry

prompt writing pt 2 under cut >>

Leaves crunching beneath their each step nearly drowned out the chatter of whatever conversation they were trying to have.

"I hope we see some neat mushrooms," Avery began. "To, you know, collect and study and stuff. Key likes that sort of thing, right?" She shrugged and leaned towards Devon with her arms crossed. "Right, Devon?"

Devon put his hands over his face. "Yes, she likes that sort of thing. No, we will not be taking any home or even touching any. We are not going to risk death for a shroom trip, Avery," he spoke in stern tone, looking her dead in the eyes. "Yeah, whatever you say," she rolled her eyes in response before they lit up. "Ah, but charade you are, my friend; for our dear, beloved Kess certainly brought with her the mushroom field guide we splurged on one night at 3 am on a shopping website we definitely did not need to be browsing through at that hour," she boasted in exaggerated tone, hands clasped together. "Keh, where's that book, aye?" She called, turning her head to the other side, only to see Benjie walking beside them.

"Where is she, Ben? What did you do to her?" Avery glared, still smiling, in a way that wasn't clear if she were joking or genuinely suspicious of the boy.

"Aaye, take it easy," Benjie raised his palms. "She just stayed back a bit, told me she'd catch up in a sec. Wouldn't tell me what she was looking at, but knowing her she probably just found a cute leaf. She'll be... back in a second." His voice faltered and he looked back to the start of the trail.

"Have any of you seen her since we started walking?" His eye twitched lightly as he turned to try and get a better look. "No," Avery shrugged, "but that girl gets distracted by anything that moves. Wouldn't be surprised if she did start picking up leaves." Devon tried squinting through the fog, but the morning mist had only thickened since they'd set foot. Without the sun fully risen, there wasn't much light to work with. "I can't see her, but she's definitely fine, right? We've only been walking a few minutes," he mumbled. "Aye, come to think of it, I can't really see that great out here at all," Benjie nervously tapped a foot at his surroundings.

"Did any of you douchebags bring a flashlight?" Avery groaned. "Surely she did, but if you asshats forgot then it's your own fault if you get lost in the woods at night and eaten by spiders and worms." "Well, if you didn't bring one either then that makes you the asshat!" Devon retorted. "Ha! Ha, ha!"

"Okay," Benjie sighed. "But did any of the asshats bring a flashlight?"

The three looked at eachother, standing in a triangular formation, casting glances at the others every few seconds.

"Nyah!" The rabbit girl shouted out, seemingly out of nowhere, suddenly right in front of them. The group all shifted in surprise.

"Jesus, Key, what were you doing?" Devon relaxed his tense muscles, surprised from her unnanounced appearance. "Everything alright?"

"Umm," Kess shuffled her feet in the dirt below her, "was just trying to make sure I didn't step on anything... Saw some neat trees, too..."

"We're gonna be doing a lot of stepping on things, man," Avery raised an eyebrow at her. "You're doing that thing again? I thought we agreed you wouldn't do that thing." "Noo, I know, Kess sighed, "but I feel bad!" With a sound that was undisputibly the sound of a crunched leaf below the foot she just stomped, she jumped back. "Eep!" She cried out. "Well," Benjie tilted his head, flopping one ear over; "there goes your streak," he chuckled.

"So, where do we plan on going, anyway?" Avery yawned, stretching her arms out behind her head. "Like, do we just keep walking until we conk out? Or...?"

"Nah, I dunno," Kess put a finger to her lip. "We'll wander around like wannabe nomads until we find cool stuff, then take pictures!"

"And then what? Then walk until we conk out?" Avery smirked with her eyes half closed.

"We'll keep going until everybody's had fun or everybody calls it quits. And I'm hoping it won't be the latter!" Kess skipped along the path, looking down to try and avoid stepping on anything; only somewhat succeeding. "You'll all have fun together, right?" She slowed to turn around and look at the three with pleading, fluttering lashes.

"Of course, Key," Benjie smiled, his face relaxed and eyes squinting with contentment like that of a purring cat. "It's always a good time when you're around, aye?"

Devon walked alongside her to make eye contact, only for a brief moment before darting his gaze away: "We just hope you'll have fun, too."

Stopping in her tracks, the bunny girl stomped a foot down. "Wait," she crossed her arms, "you're not all going on this trip just to make me happy, right? You all sound like you're only going because I asked!"

Sounds of disagreement arose from the group as they all tried to reassure her that that wasn't the case; their voices and words all stumbled over each other in an attempt to be heard. "Noo, Keke!" Benjie spoke gently, "We thought it'd be fun!" "Yeah, we all liked your idea so much that we all just... agreed to it!" Devon nervously scratched behind his head. Of course they all did want to go with her, but once she'd gotten the idea in her head that whatever they were doing for her was just some form of pity party, it was hard to convince her otherwise. The girl was stubborn; if she believed no one else was having fun, then she wouldn't have fun, either, and that it was time to go.

"Nah, Keh," Avery put her arm over Kess' shoulders. "It's all good. We've all been wanting to screw around in the woods, you just gave us the perfect excuse to do it."

Kess stifled a sniffle and looked over at her friend. "You don't mean it," she pouted.

"Nuh-uh, I'm wearing some good boots, check 'em out," Avery shook her head then stuck out a leg, showing off her starry white platform boots. "Would I wear these if I thought we were gonna do something lame? Would I wear lame boring stuff if I thought we were going to take cool pictures? Would I, Key? Does my fashion sense mean nothing to you?" Avery tilted over her head towards Kess' face exaggeratedly, one eyebrow raised in a quizzical expression.

"All of that, and..." Devon mumbled, looking down at his shuffling feet, "We do really want to hang out with you."

Kess stood still, holding onto her backpack straps as she looked down at the ground.

"I hope you guys mean that," she sighed and walked ahead of the group.

"Good job, Dev," Avery whispered playfully after Kess had walked far enough ahead, "you killed the pep in her step."

"Wha— me?!" Devon tensed up and stared at her. "No, you did! I didn't, I'm doing my best! I just wanted to hang out with my fr—" "Aye, chill, dawg, I'm joking around," Avery interrupted his testimony before walking forward herself.

"Argh, those girls!" He grumbled, his bristled tail lashing side to side. "I have no clue what they're talking about at any given time!" He spoke through gritted teeth. "Well, I'm you're only alternative. Would you rather spend the day with me?" Benjie shrugged with a smug smirk across his face. Devon glared at him, looking like he was about to blurt out an insult before relaxing and letting out a sigh. The two walked to catch up with the girls ahead of them. "They'd probably get themselves killed without us here, anyway, Deb."

"I guess..."

"Sorry about back there, Keke," Benjie lowered his head, looking at her from the side. "We're not doing this out of pity... We really do think it's a fun idea."

Kess kept her eyes to the ground. "I get it," she mumbled. "It's just hard to believe when you're... not used to that being the case."

"Hey, we're your case now," Avery caught up from behind to bump her with an elbow. "You're gonna forget about those rotten assfaces who did you like that, okay? We're not gross and we like hanging out with you!" She assured her, looking directly at her from the side.

Kess tried to hold back a smile, so she looked away, but to her other side was Benjie who caught it and put a hand on her shoulder.

"We've got your back, Keke," he smiled at her. "It's hard to adapt to new things, I know. But we're here to stay, we aren't just trying to make you feel better. We're gonna screw around in the woods for a few days together and we're all gonna have fun."

"Ooi!" Devon called from behind, "check this one out! I found a neat spot!"

The three turned back to look at where the boy was shouting from; not too far away he stood in front of a high platform of rock and grass clearing in front of the trees.

Kess hopped over to see from his viewpoint. "Oh! Good catch, Devi!" Her eyes lit up, taking in the beauty of the scenery.

"I've got a good idea!" Avery smirked. "Ben, prop me up," she turned towards the civet boy.

"Heh? Alright," he extended his arms towards her, lifting her up and letting her climb onto his shoulders. With a "hup!" she boosted her top half onto the platform, crawling until her whole body was up, and then sitting upright and looking down at the two boys below her. "Yup, good spot up here," she nodded. "Where'd Kissy go?" She looked around, catching the sudden sound of footsteps behind her. "I went around!" Kess giggled. "You didn't need to make poor Benny use all of his muscle mass, he's going to die now."

"Nah, boys like doing that kind of stuff. It makes them feel like they're not totally useless. Right, Ben?" She looked down at him; the platform wasn't actually that high, so she was up pretty close to his face. "Yeah, that's right," he teasingly poked her on the nose; "boop". Kess couldn't help but giggle at the whole ordeal. "There's that smile," Devon mumbled under his breath softly.

"Okay," Benjie angled his phone camera towards the two girls sitting side by side on the platform. "Get into some cute poses and hold it, I'll get this thing to focus eventually," he unsteadily held the phone horizontally, squinting and trying his hardest to get the lens unblurry.

"That's cause your hands are unfocused," Devon put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow. "I'll show you how it's done," he pulled out his own phone, trying to unlock it and load the camera app. "You boys and your dumb shaky hands," Avery leaned forward towards them. "Give me your phones, I'll fix it," she reached out towards them. "Aye, I can do it myself!" Devon quickly swiped through his homescreen after a lot of trembly-hand password-typing.

"Ooh, you have a lot of apps. Can I check these out later?" Avery flashed a smug grin, towering over to look down at his screen. "No! No looking at my stuff!" His tail started lashing impatiently. "I'll get it working after... There we go!" Opening his camera app, he pointed it at the two girls, and...

"Yoink, got you," Benjie stuck out his tongue as he took a shot of Devon first. "Hah, double whammy," Avery chimed in as she also photographed the ferret from a different angle on her own phone. Devon's head turned quickly to look at them one after another in utter confusion. "What?"

"Be nice to him!" Kess laughed, covering her mouth with her sleeve. Holding back swear words, Devon held himself still for a moment to untense himself. "Okay, are you ready now?"

"Readyyy!" The girls smiled. "Oh!" Kess squeaked, "try to get a good shot of our shoes from your angle! I got new Converse shoes!!!!"

"Aww, she loves her Converse, Denny," Benjie cooed. "Get some good pics. My pics are gonna be the best!" Devon grunted, still trying to get a good, focused angle. "It's not a competition..." He mumbled. "Well, it is now!"

Taking pictures from different sides and angles, moving around the area and posing ridiculously, they'd all gotten some shots of each other. Kess and Avery had moved back to the lower ground to take photos of the boys in their spots as well, and overall tried to make as many combinations as possible. They even swapped their coats and shoes to let the others model them in the photos.

"This is so great!" Kess squealed. "I'm so happy, thank you guys for coming along with me, I'm so excited for the little adventure we're gonna have!"

"Just you wait, babe," Avery slipped her phone back into her pocket and hopped down off the rocks, "we're going all in."

"Pulling out all the stops!" Devon added, kicking his feet as he sat atop the platform. "What they said," Benjie shrugged, smiling at her. Kess could barely contain her joy and hid her nose in the neck of her jacket. "Thank you guys..."

"The quality on the pictures kind of sucks, though," Devon sighed, swiping through his photo gallery. The sun hadn't risen quite high yet; it was still in the blueish-dawn phase. "That's the price to pay for the low-light life," Avery stuck her tongue out at him.

"Well, we can come back any time in better daylight," Benjie put his hands into his pockets, "and there'll be plenty of cool spots to take pictures at on our way, I'm sure."

"Yeah, like he said, better daylight will show up eventually," Avery put her elbow on top of Devon's knee where he sat. "That's how the daylight cycle works, Dev. You do know basic science, Don't you? Basic science, Dev-Dev?"

"These are aspen trees!" Kess exclaimed softly, running a hand gently up and down the bark of one standing along the side of their path. "This is the perfect time of year to look at them, their golden leaves are so beautiful in the autumn sunlight. They aren't very common around here, either!"

"I hope we get to see more of them down the road, then," Benjie walked up to put his hand next to hers along the bark, feeling it himself. "And I hope you'll pull out more cute poses in front of 'em".

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[littlemelaninfics]

A smut request where Chris Evans is remarried to his wife, who has a daughter, reader from the previous marriage. One day he and his step daughter went on a drive to spend time on one another. Reader asked if sex feels good. Daddy kink + finger fuck + blow job

Only For Daddy

"It's not that big a deal! Why are you freaking out?!"

"Not that big a deal? Your 11 year old brother was watching 'Daddy Spanks Me For Breaking Curfew' because you decided to watch porn on the FAMILY COMPUTER!"

"Oh my god, Mom! He's gonna see it someday anyway. He probably already has with his pervy friends."

Your mom's eyes went wide as she threw her hands up in disbelief, turning to her husband who jumped in,

"Okay, Y/n. We get you're 19 and you have needs but-"

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT! OH MY GOD!" You interrupted.

"Buuuut why didn't you search this in the privacy of your own room, on own computer."

"I told you guys weeks ago that my computer was broken."

"Well that's still no excuse," your mom said still heated. You heard Chris sigh,

"How about you talk to Ben about what happened and I'll take Y/n to get a new computer. Give everyone some time to cool down."

"Fine. That's fine." Chris nodded and grabbed the keys. You followed him out to the garage and got in the front seat. He turned on the car and put both hands on top of the steering wheel while lowering his head for a second. He returned to his normal posture and buckled his seatbelt.

The two of you pulled out of the neighborhood and hit the first light,

"Should we go to the Apple Store or Best Buy? What brand was your computer?"

"It was Lenovo, but that's not compatible with the program I need for my Philosophy class."

"Apple Store it is."

You two get to the mall in 20 minutes and go shopping for a new laptop. You pick one out and are surprised when he paid for it. You knew he would, but to see him pull out all that cash was kind of sexy.

You walk back to the car and somehow end up in front of him. He can't help but notice how your sundress flows up slightly with the breeze. His eyebrows went up a centimeter, but he shook the thought from his head.

You've been riding for 5 minutes and get to the freeway to see it's backed up. Your 20 minute drive suddenly turned to 40. Chris suddenly broke the silence,

"I wasn't sure if I should say anything or not, but what you were doing is normal. It's okay to give into your bodliy needs as a young woman."

"But I told you it wasn't like that. I mean it was, but- I don't know."

"What?"

"It's just, all my friends talk about their experiences and all I can do is listen. They talk about choking and spanking and blowjobs..."

Chris shifted in his seat,

"Are you into that stuff? Like spanking and choking and, um, you know?" All you did was shrug and look out the window.

"Have you been spanked or choked?"

"No."

"But you want to be." You didn't answer, but you met his gaze. The staredown was intense. You were both waiting for the other to make the first move. Once the line was crossed, you could never go back.

Chris removed his right hand from the wheel and placed it on your thigh. He inched your dress up your leg and played with the hem of your panties. At this point you unbuckled your seatbelt and were sitting on the seat, facing Chris.

You lightly stroked the side of his face, admiring his beard when you turn his face to yours. He was thankful the sun had fully set and the traffic was bumper to bumper. He didn't really have to pay attention.

"The title mentioned 'Daddy'. Do you want a Daddy, Y/n?"

You nodded and lightly kissed his lips. He pulled away after two seconds, contemplating the repercussions. Mentally making a note that you were worth it, he grabbed the coily hair at the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss. You looked down for half a second and noticed his soft bulging cock in his jeans. Your hands moved fast down his chest and to the button of his pants. He pulled away after a few seconds, licking your lips in the process,

"And what about your mouth? Have you ever used this pretty mouth, baby?

"No, Daddy."

"Will you be a good girl and suck Daddy's cock."

"Yes, Daddy," you whispered before lowering your head into his lap. You pulled him from the hole in his briefs and kitten licked the tip. Chris hissed and jerked his hips up, reflexively. You took his length in your mouth and began stroking what you couldn't fit. The moans he elicited was music to your ears and you started to moan around his cock.

His hand was on the back of your head, but he took it off to reach around your back side to give your ass a smack. You lurched forward and took in two more inches of his cock.

Chris moved your panties to the side and swiped up your pussy and down to your clit. He pulled his hand away and looked at his fingers glisten in the streetlights. He sucked his fingers and teased your hole with two of them. He pushed gently into your warm, tight hole that it all became too much.

You took his cock out of your mouth,

"Oh fuck."

"That is fucking tight, baby. Holy shit." Chris continued to finger your hole while thrusting into your mouth. He felt you start to pulse around his fingers and he knew you were close. He removed his fingers and rubbed you pussy until you came on his hand. He licked it once more before returning it to the back of your head. Pushing down as you swallowed his warm cream.

Daddy kissed you once more while smacking your ass and helping you adjust in your seat as best he could. There were only 12 minutes to home and you two spent the rest of it giggling and planning your next advaneture.

[deanszeppelinlover]

UM I ABSOLUTELY NEED A PART 2

Miss Your Face (pt.2)

find part one here

A/N: Thank you guys for all the love on part one!! The amount of followers I've gained from that alone made my heart grow 3 sizes. Everyone has been so sweet to me I don't deserve it muah muah muah!

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x fem!Reader

Summary: After Peter and the reader have hot phone sex while she's away he tells her that this is just the beginning and she'll get the rest when she gets home. Well, now she's home.

Warnings: (NSFW! 18+) Full of dirty smut, oral (f+m receiving), pet names, Dom!Peter, praise kink, mild daddy kink.

You stood outside the door to you and Peter's apartment, key in hand. You closed your eyes and tried to prepare yourself for what was about to happen. You weren't wearing any panties under your skirt, just as he told you. You made sure everything you had on was easily removable. A tight low-cut black long sleeve, no bra, tucked into a delicate long skirt with a slit that goes dangerously high.

You held your breath just a bit as you pushed your key into the lock and opened the door. Stepping in, you didn't see Peter anywhere. You slipped your shoes off at the door and waited for a moment. No Peter. A smile spread on your face as you realized he was waiting in the bedroom for you.

Carrying your bag across your apartment down the hall you were surprised to hear the clicking of keys on a keyboard. You walked into your bedroom and Peter was sitting at his desk clicking away on the computer.

"Hey," he said without lifting his head away from his work.

"Hey, Pete." You force a smile, expecting a bigger reaction. You were only gone a week, but even without the promise of sex Peter would usually get up and kiss you hello.

He looks up at you finally. "Flight okay?"

"Mmhm" you smile walking towards the bed, setting your bag on it. You turned your back to Peter and unzipped it. He probably just got caught up in Spider-Man stuff. It happens.

"I'm gonna unpack my bag and then I'll get out of your hair." You sighed.

Suddenly you felt hands on your waist behind you, and Peter's breath on your neck.

"You're so easy to toy with." You could hear the smirk in his voice as he brushed your hair away from your neck. "You really thought I'd forget, Angel?" He started peppering small kisses on your shoulder as he pulled you in and pressed his chest into your back. "Get your bag off the bed."

"Why?" You loved playing the innocent game.

Peter reached around you, his lips still on your neck, and grabbed your bag. He then dropped it on the floor.

"Because sweetheart, I'm about to fuck you dumb and I don't want it getting in the way."

You leaned back against him as your knees went weak. He was more than happy to use one arm to hold you by the waist, while the other slowly slipped up your thigh. His fingers trailed up, up, up, and into the slit of your skirt. His fingers brushed against the skin of your hip and you felt him smile once more against your shoulder.

"You did what I asked. No panties." His kisses traveled up your shoulder into the tender crook of your neck. His lips brushed against your ear and he whispered.

"Good girl."

You whimpered and leaned into his touch on your waist. God you loved when he said that. You heard it last night but over the phone isn't the same as having him there, pressed up against you, making you a whimpering mess before you've even taken anything off. His fingers tickled your sides as they gathered up your skirt in a bunch, just high enough so you were covered in the front and your ass hung out just a tiny bit. He stuffed both hands under the bunched-up material and got two fistfuls of your ass. His hands took the side of your hips and pressed you back against his own. You felt a bulge press against your bottom and bit your lip in anticipation. You turned your face back to Peter.

You only turned your head, his body still pressed against your back. When he saw you biting your lip he swiftly moved his hand up and pushed his thumb on your chin, making you release it from your teeth.

"Don't bite your lip, you know what it does to me." He moved his thumb from your chin to your bitten lip. "Who's lip is this?"

You looked up at him through your lashes. "Yours" you giggled.

His free hand got another fistful of your behind.

"And who owns this ass?" He growled in your ear.

Keeping that same innocent face you replied. "You do daddy"

"God, I missed you." he groaned spinning you around and picking you up by the backs of your thighs. You quickly wrapped your legs around him. He tangled his left hand in your hair, only needing his right to keep you up. "You're so good to me, Bunny." he smiled before kissing your lips. You did that for a few moments, just kissing passionately while he held you up like you were nothing. You felt his grip change slightly and he gave your bottom lip a gentle tug with his teeth, proving his point from earlier. He backed himself to the bed and sat down so you were straddling him. His lips found their way to your jaw, placing small wet kisses and professing his love between each one ‘Love you so much Bunny’ ‘Look so pretty today baby’ ‘Doin so good for me honey’…

Each sweet nothing had you whimpering in his lap, grinding against him. Begging for more.

He noticed and got to work unzipping your skirt down the back. It only went down an inch or two before getting stuck.

He growled a bit before piping up.

“Hey Bunny?”

”Mmhm?” you cooed.

”Where’d you get this?”

The question threw you off a bit. “Mmm the little store on 31st.”

”Mkay.” he smiled. “I’ll get you a new one tomorrow.” He reached both hands behind you and ripped the fabric apart, leaving you in only your tight shirt. His display of his strength only made you needier.

He went back to giving you gentile kisses on your neck, one of his hands drifted from your ass to between your legs. He just barely grazed underneath you with his fingertips, but it was enough to make you grind down on his hand. Your reaction seemed to please him and so he started rubbing small circles over your sensitive bud.

"So wet for me Princess. You miss me that bad? Tell me about it."

You let out a pretty moan in his ear as a thank you for all the touch and praises. Kissing the side of his face and giving him those begging whimpers and sweet words he wanted so bad.

”Oh thank y-you daddy. Feels so good.“

He slid his fingers back and gently pressed at your entrance. He pulled his face away from yours. You wiggled, trying to push him into you.

”Uh-uh. Look at me.” he chastised.

Ignoring your instincts you ceased your wiggling and looked into his eyes.

”Mmh so pretty.” He cooed, sliding his middle and index finger inside you.

You put your hands on his shoulders for support and let yourself rock against his hand. His long fingers curled inside you as he slowly pumped in and out. The base of his palm was perfect for getting some friction on your clit.

“Barely even doing anything and you’re a wet mess on top of me. What am I gonna do you with you, Dove?”

His fingers picked up pace, making you tighten around him. Your neediness grew and your hips began to move sloppily.

”You gonna cum, Princess?”

You nodded and leaned into him.

”Sorry baby, not yet.” His fingers retracted and you whined at the empty feeling.

He opened his lips and was going to put the two fingers in his mouth when you grabbed his wrist and opened yours. As your lips parted he grinned, sliding his fingers in all the way against your soft tongue. You moaned with him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around sucking your own arousal off him. You pulled off with a *pop* and he immediately had to kiss you. Gently swiping his tongue along your lip he was reminded of how good you taste.

He pulled back and laid himself down on the bed while you still straddled his waist. “Get that shirt off Bunny.”

You quickly obliged and as soon as it was off Peter’s hands went to your tits. Massaging them, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your nipples so he could watch you squirm. All this teasing was making you fidgety. You wanted to be good, but your senses were begging for release. Peter smiled watching you make a mess on the crotch of his sweatpants as you tried desperately to find friction.

He decided to give in and let you have something. He got your attention by curling his finger in a ‘come here’ motion, then placing his finger on his lips. You excitedly bent down to kiss him, but he stopped you.

”Not what I meant, Angel.”

You realized what he was asking you to do and you hesitated.

”What if I get too heavy and I like suffocate you or som-“

”Baby,” he interrupted. “I’m very strong. I’ll be fine. Come sit on my face. I don’t like to ask twice.”

You nervously started to crawl up to him, not really sure how to get in the right position. It didn’t help that you were completely naked while he was still fully clothed. As you straddled his tummy you gently tugged at the bottom of his shirt, asking him to take it off.

”Is that gonna make you feel better?” He asked. You nodded and he caressed your face. “Mkay, Bunny, I’ll take it off.

He tugged his t-shirt off and you straddled his bare belly. You kept scooting up little by little.

“Can I help, sweetheart?” He asked putting his hands underneath your thighs.

You nodded with an “Mmhm” and he lifted your thighs up just a bit and pulled you up to his face. You were nervous about hurting him, but Peter wasted no time pushing your thighs flush against each side of his face and going to work with his mouth.

He started by licking a stripe from the bottom of your entrance all the way to your clit, letting out a grisly moan that made you weak in the knees.

You gasped and let out an “Ugh daddy.”

This completely set Peter off. One hand reached up to massage your tits while the other stayed on your hips keeping you steady. He pushed you down onto his mouth lapping at your core. You let out ungodly sounds that only motivated him further to fuck you with his tongue. His fingers dug into your ass to keep you still as he changed pace. He licked a trail up to your clit and pressed a few deep kisses as you hovered.

"I feel like I didn't make myself clear enough, Angel. I want you to sit on my face. Not hover."

"I feel like I'm gonna c-"

"Baby, you're not gonna crush me. You've got some pretty magic thighs, but I have superhuman strength."

You were going to make another shy retort, but you were interrupted by a swift smack on your ass. You jumped and let out a squeal. Peter seemed to like it because shortly after you felt another stinging slap on the other side.

"I don't like asking twice." Peter reminded you, pushing your hips down so your full weight was on him.

As nervous as you were, damn it felt good to be that close. Peter kept pushing you against him, encouraging you to grind on his face. You ran your fingers through his hair and gave it a tug, earning a pretty moan from his lips. The vibration heightened your senses and you could feel yourself growing closer to breaking. As Peter continued with his sloppy kissing you felt more and more comfortable riding his face. Peter removed his right hand from your ass cheek and inserted his middle and ring finger into your pussy painstakingly slow. He earned a much louder moan from you than before. After giving you a moment to adjust he started pumping his fingers into you, his mouth still sealed to your pussy. Your hips rolled against his face and you knew with all the stimulation you wouldn't last much longer.

"P-peter I- ugh fuck I-"

You couldn't get the words out, but his quickening pace told you he understood. You gave his hair another good tug and your thighs clenched around his face. You let out one final "Oh, daddy." as Peter eagerly finished you off with is tongue. You waited until the throbbing ceased before slowing yourself and letting go of Pete's hair. You would have thought he was in heaven the way his eyes rolled back into his head.

You snaked back a little, but Peter pulled you back in. He rubbed his face against your thighs and left small kisses, sometimes nipping at your skin.

"God, I wish I could live down here." He sighed. His lips were pink and plump, glistening from your wetness. He gave both thighs what can only be described as a goodbye kiss before finally helping you lift your bum and go back to straddling his hips. You leaned forward and laid your head on his bare chest as you caught your breath.

"You alright Bunny? Was it too much?" He poured over you making sure you were okay. His finger hooked under your chin so you were looking up an him.

"Just... need a minute Pete." You panted against his chest. "We're not all superhuman like you."

He giggled and pulled the throw blanket at the foot of your bed over the two of you as you laid chest to chest.

"Mmh I really missed you." You nuzzled your nose against him.

"Missed you too, Bunny." He kissed the tip of your nose. "You wanna stop? We can just watch a movie."

You sat up, hands on his chest, blanket falling down to your hips.

"If I remember correctly, I was promised I'd be fucked dumb." You ran your hand behind you and down Peter's leg. "So, why do you still have your sweatpants on?"

He nearly growled as he sat up to meet you. Fingers pressed into your thighs that were already littered with marks from his mouth.

"Get up." He demanded, slipping back into his dominant role.

You slid back off his legs and off the edge of your bed. Peter followed you and now you were standing face to face next to the bed. You completely naked, him shirtless. He reached one hand behind your head and gathered a fistful of your already messy hair. His other grabbed your waist and pulled you against him.

"Angel, could you be a good girl and get on your knees for me? I wanna see my cock in your mouth for a bit before I fuck you over the edge of that bed."

You nod your head in excitement and he adjusts his grip in your hair as you sink to your knees, sitting on your heels. Your fingertips tuck under the waistband of his sweatpants and you look up awaiting for permission.

"Go ahead pretty girl."

You pulled his sweatpants to his ankles and licked your lips seeing his hard length inside his boxers. Your hands met his thighs, finger tips pressed against him as you slowly slid up him until your right hand could palm him through the fabric. You kept your eyes pinned up at his as you slid his boxers down to his ankles, his length now unsheathed and right in front of your face. You pumped him in your hands a few times before bringing his tip to your mouth, swirling your tongue and wrapping your lips gently around it. You put your hand over his that was holding your hair and gave a gentile push to the back of your head showing him to take control.

"You sure, Baby?" he asked as you continued to gaze up at him.

Your dramatically pulled off of him with a *pop* and batted your lashes. "Mmhm!." you smiled, slowly taking him back in your mouth.

"You're precious" Peter cooed looking down at you on the floor for him.

His head fell back as he slowly pushed you down him. The feeling of him pushing back in your throat made you whimper and moan around him, causing his hips to pick up the pace.

"Fuck, you sound so pretty baby."

Peter's free hand rummaged around the table next to him, grabbing his camera.

"You gonna let me take a picture of your pretty face, Bunny? You look so cute when I fuck your mouth."

You pulled your mouth off of him and stuck your flat tongue out underneath his tip, posing for the camera. Peter quickly snapped a picture, taking it between his teeth once it came out so he could take another. For the second photo you pushed yourself down his length as far down as you could go and looked at the lens with innocent eyes. Peter snapped the second photo and quickly tossed everything back on the table. Before gathering all your hair up again and going back to pounding your mouth

"Doing so good sweetheart. You look so pretty down there for me on your knees. Such a good girl."

You used one hand to stroke what you couldn’t take in your mouth, while your other hand roamed your legs. You knew you’d get in trouble if you touched yourself, so you were stuck rubbing your thighs together.

Peter saw this and pulled you off of him, leaving a thin string of spit between your mouth and his dick. He took a moment, noting every detail of your face, then released your hair and requested you stand up with the same 'come here' finger motion from earlier. You stood back up, knees wobbling.

He placed his palm on your cheek, thumb running over your swollen bottom lip. Still not saying a word he turned you around to face the bed, him standing behind you.

His hand found the back of your neck and he leaned into your ear, very quietly whispering "Bend over"

You did as you were told, immediately bending yourself over the bed and sticking your bottom in the air.

He towered over you from behind. You felt a finger run down your spine and stop at your hips. Two hands appeared on your skin, groping your thighs.

"Spread your legs, sweetheart." His voice was soft, but his command was stern.

You eagerly spread your legs for him and were rewarded with his tip brushing through your folds.

You let out a helpless moan and shifted your hips, trying to push down on him. Your efforts were in vain as he held your hips still.

"Is this what you wanted Bunny? Want me to bend you over our bed and fuck you? Rubbing your thighs trying to get off without me?"

You moaned out an "Mmhm"

"Words baby." He pressed against you harder, the head of his dick nearly entering you.

"Yes, Daddy. I want it."

"What do you say, Princess?"

As soon as the word "Please" slipped from your lips he pushed into you, fully covering himself inside you. Slowly thrusting in you, he mumbled all kinds of praise.

"Feels so good to be inside you again, Dove." "Missed this pussy so much." "Taking it so good, sweetheart."

Once you had a moment to adjust he started picking up the pace. the sound of his hips smacking against your ass as well as your collective moans echoed through the room.

"Fuck, fuck fuck..." You breathed pushing back against him.

He reached his right hand around your waist and brought his fingers to your clit earning one more whimpering "Fuck" from your lips as he circled.

While he was bent over working his hand on you, he took the opportunity to kiss the back of your shoulders, feeling you clench around him he pulled out.

Before you could turn and protest you were picked up and plopped on the bed, lying on your back.

"Gotta see that pretty face while I fuck you." He explained moving over you.

He took no time at all pushing himself back into you. Getting back to his familiar pace from just a moment ago.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and your back arched. Looking up at Peter, you saw a prideful grin wash over his face. Getting you off was his favorite part.

His hand came down to your tits, massaging them and playing with your nipples. Turning one between his fingers just to hear the pretty noises you'd make. Every whimper made him harder.

He leaned down to kiss the top of your breasts, then up on your shoulder. He continued sweetly kissing you while simultaneously fucking you stupid. His lips sweetly traveled up to your neck, nipping and kissing on your skin, leaving a trail of small hickies. His left hand went behind you to support himself while his right grabbed the side of your hip. He pulled you in and seeped deeper inside you.

His lips met your ear, brushing up against it and then guiding his tongue along the outer edge.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He whispered.

You moaned and writhed below him. “Yours Daddy”

”Could anybody else fuck you this good, Bunny?”

You nodded your head no against him. His hips stopped in their place, cock buried inside you.

”What was that Princess? Couldn’t hear you.” He leaned up a bit and peered into your eyes.

You whined underneath him, circling and grinding looking for friction. His hand on your hip tightened its grip so you were stuck in place.

”N-no one could fuck me like y-you do Daddy. It’s just you, all for you. P-please don’t stop.” Tiny tears of desperation and need pricked the corners of your eyes.

Peter couldn’t help but marvel at the mess below him. “Look at you pretty girl, so needy for me. Such a good girl.” He praised wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb. He began to pull out achingly slow, watching you beg for more underneath him.

”Want me to go faster Bunny? Need more?” Now only his tip was in you, completely still.

“P-please…”

He placed small kisses on your tear stained cheeks and smiled down at you. “Don’t worry baby you’ll get it, as soon as you beg for it. You want it, right? Tell me how bad.” He continued on kissing the tops of your cheeks down to the edge of your jaw.

”P-please D-daddy I’ve been so good.“ You pleaded with him. “Please f-fuck me good and cum inside me. I need it.”

The sound of you begging for his cum made him snap back into you involuntarily. His grip stayed tight on your hip as he fucked into you at an unbearable pace. There was no chance of you getting out of bed without some kind of assistance tomorrow. He had your legs shaking, bruised all across your hips and thighs.

His right hand stayed glued to you while his left grabbed the top of your wooden headboard. The leverage allowed him to go even deeper, making you scream a slew of curse words. His mouth quickly went to yours to muffle the sounds.

”I know, I know Bunny. Gotta keep it down Baby.“ He whispered after pulling away from the kiss. “Gotta be good and stay quiet, for me. Okay?” He knew his efforts were in vain and you’d definitely be getting a call from your landlord in the morning from all the noise complaints.

The combination of him ruthlessly fucking you while talking so sweetly had you completely whipped. All you ever needed was to be underneath Peter Parker while he held you down and told you how good you were for taking him.

You struggled against his hand that was digging into your skin keeping you still as you felt yourself getting closer. Peter saw how desperate you were getting and decided to let go. You moaned at the feeling as you moved your hips with him.

His newly freed hand brushed your hair out of your face and wrapped a gentle hand around your throat. He looked down at where your bodies merged and let out a painfully beautiful moan.

“You take me so good honey, just perfect. God, your pussy was made for me. So fucking good Princess.“

Your legs trembled around him. You parted your lips to let him know you were close, but all you could do moan in sync with his thrusts. You bit down on your lip trying to muffle your sounds when you received another swift smack on the ass. Peters hand returned to your throat, pressing lightly with his finger tips.

“I told you not to do that.”

Your lips fell open again and hungry whimpers slipped out. The stinging sensation from his slap left you overstimulated in the best way possible. You felt like your throat was tied in a knot as you tried and failed to speak again.

Peter smiled down at your helpless figure, smothering your face with kisses. “What sweet girl?“ he asked against the skin of your cheek. His arms adjusted so they were underneath your waist hugging you. He tucked you under himself so you were chest to chest with his face in the crook of your neck showering you with kisses. His lips traveled to your ear “Can’t take it anymore? You gonna be good and cum on my cock? Go ahead sweetheart. I wanna hear my name.”

The new position left you completely helpless. Your legs wrapped tighter around him and your two bodies felt like one. He gave you one more hard thrust and you fell apart. Legs shaking, pussy throbbing, eyes watering. You heard Peter whine as his pace changed up slower and harder. Your mouth fell open and finally mustered up the courage to speak a desperate “Peter”.

He groaned against your skin and you felt him spill into you. “Oh, fuck, Bunny you feel so good cumming around my cock like that. You’re so cute when you cum. Got me so pussy whipped.” He whined as he finished inside you. You both laid there for a moment panting for air. He pressed a few more kisses against your glistening skin before slowly pulling out. You whined, feeling empty.

”I’ll be right back Bunny, just gotta clean you up.” He kissed your forehead before slipping out of bed.

He came back with a damp rag and opened your legs to clean up the cum that had now started to drip out of you. As he stood over you he realized your knees were red and slightly bruised.

”Is this from when you were on your knees earlier? Shit Bunny, I’m sorry.” He bent over and kissed both of your knees. “Why didn’t you tell me your knees hurt?”

Still trying to catch your breath, you smiled. “Because I liked it.”

He rolled his eyes and tossed the rag in the hamper. He snuggled back into bed, pulling you into his side. You nuzzled your face in his chest and your heart rate calmed.

He wrapped his arms around your and ran one of his hands through your hair. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He kissed your forehead

”I love you too, Peter.”

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Ah!! I hope you guys liked this. I’m thinking about making more fics with this specific pairing. Like the same ‘universe’ of fics. idk idk anyway regardless of how you feel about it pls give me feedback i crave it even if it’s hate…