#and new yorkers are just like 'oh they're BABIES'

[tending-the-hearth]

people outside of new york: they are Freaks, they are Weapons, they are Terrifying

actual new yorkers: they share a single brain cell and most of the time don't know who has it. look at them. they have never done anything wrong in their entire life.

[suraemoon]

I adored your headcanons!! Any way you would be willing to do Bucky Egan and reader relationship hcs?

John Egan Headcanons

~Relationship Edition~

🎶: Am I willing to do Bucky headcanons? Of course I am, dolly! I’m so so happy that you enjoyed the other ones I did. You adored them? I’m flattered. I adore you. I hope the ones I have cooked up are good enough. If not I’ll do more.

💋: Bucky Egan x Reader. Fluffy relationship headcanons.

Bucky loves physical touch

He follows you around whenever you ago, it’s like having a little puppy in your tracks or a second shadow keeping you company

You two are constant hand holders, you’re always hand in hand. He traces the lines of your palm, kisses each of your fingers, the back of your palm is an ideal kissing zone

He squeezes your cheeks and gives your lips a quick peck before you can even process that it happened. It’s a quick series of warmth. His warm eyes looking down at you, the warmth of his pink lips, and the warmth of your cheeks as you blush after the fact.

When you sit next to him, his hand stays on your thigh with the occasional squeeze

Sitting on his lap > Sitting in the chair next to him

He loves pulling you onto his lap. The closeness, the intimacy, the plush of your ass placed on just the right spot.

A room full of people and you’re comfy on Bucky’s lap, his arm wrapped around your waist protectively

He’s a cuddler

You two trade big spoon and little spoon.

How does a 6’2 unit of a man little spoon? Where there’s a will there’s a way.

You like to sleep in? Bucky gives your face soft and gentle kisses in the morning. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. He admires your side profile while you sleep, the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, the way your soft lips are parted.

Your boobs are his favorite pillow. So warm and comforting, he wants to stuff his face into them at all times.

More of an early bird? You can wake up early but you aren’t getting out of bed easily. Bucky’s arm is around your waist and it is not letting go. If you manage to get away from the grasp, it isn’t long until his eyes flutter open too. Your weight and warmth are gone.

Also...thigh riding

I mean, look at a picture of this man’s sturdy tree trunk thighs. They're the perfect size for straddling.

If you get excited about something, best believe Bucky is just as excited. Just seeing your smile and happiness is contagious for him.

You know those guys who suddenly act too cool for their girlfriends around friends? Hell no. He’s very proud of you, never ashamed. He’ll tell anyone about you.

Even a random stranger he’s getting directions from on the street. He’ll say loudly, “This is my girl right here! I’m taking her to…”

Chatting to old friends from Wisconsin about baseball and then out of nowhere, “You’ve met my girl yet?”

You were zoned out staring at his face

So, several pairs of eyes all of a sudden being focused in your direction pulls you out of your little trance after a quick “Huh?”

He’s brings you up whenever he can. “Oh, my wife is the same way.” “My wife told me about that yesterday.”

Ever since you two got married, he’s loved the fact that he can officially call you his wife to other people

That one time you went to try on dresses for yet another friend’s wedding and brought Bucky?

You come out of the dressing room and he immediately stops a sales consultant “Excuse me, ma’am. Sorry to interrupt ya but ain’t my wife gorgeous? Blue’s her color right? That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her…Mhm. She says she’ll bring some more for you to try on, babe.”

It doesn’t even have to be a fancy outfit. You could come out of the bathroom after getting ready for a regular day out and you’re met with a long whistle.

“You’ve gotta do a spin, baby.”

You decide to take him on a trip to New York for the first time and this man talks a big game on how he’s gonna blend in so well. “I’m such a big Yankees fan, I might as well be an honorary New Yorker.”

When I tell you he is the most obvious tourist ever, believe me

We ain’t in Wisconsin anymore

The buildings look so much higher than they do in the pictures, he’s gotta look up and stare with wide eyes while people hurry by getting around him.

Bucky resembles one of the trees in Central Park, so he can easily cause traffic when stopped in the middle of the sidewalk

Taking him to his first Yankees game and he’s trying to explain every rule of baseball to you

Meanwhile you’re too busy focused on the big bucket of delicious popcorn he bought you before the first inning

You nod along though, pretending to know all of the different terms and player names that he’s rattling off at you

“They should put me on the field, I wouldn’t have missed that.”

If this man is going to do anything, it’s call you a pet name. Every one in the book.

But of course he has a special nickname for you that he comes up with not too soon after meeting you

Maybe it’s something you remind him of, a certain feature you have, a specific talent you possess

It’s very personalized

Bucky insists on trying to do your makeup one time because “It can’t be that hard” and you end up looking like a Ringling Brothers circus clown

The blush is bright red, the mascara is not limited to only the lashes, the lipstick is over lined to oblivion

He took a picture of you and now it’s taped to the mirror of your vanity along with a bunch of other random photos that have collected over the years

“Now when you do your makeup, you can be reminded of how horribly I did. Whenever you have to wipe something off or redo something think…wow, at least I don’t look like that. You always look beautiful, honey, even when I do your makeup.”

According to him, you don’t need makeup anyway

He loves taking pictures of you. Pin up photoshoots by the beach, candid snapshots of your relaxed resting face while you aren’t looking.

Sometimes the lighting is a little dark, maybe the photo came out a little blurry. But you’re in it, so it’s perfect.

And he’s clingy. He doesn’t like when you’re gone. If it’s been one hour, that’s three years in Bucky world.

Bucky is such a girl dad

You have your first little one and she’s so tiny swaddled in his arms, the sun shining softly through the hospital room windows

A little bit later, he’s shirtless and she’s laying on his chest

He’s whispering to her but it’s so soft, only him and his little girl can hear. The most beautiful little secrets that will stay between them forever.

You get a lot of attention post birth too

He’s thanking you, telling you how strong you are, how you’ve changed his life forever, you’re the love of his life, he loves you, he loves you, oh how he loves you

The second baby comes not too soon after the first and it’s another little girl

Baby number three is another girl

The fourth little darling has plenty of bright eyed big sisters waiting for her at home

There’s a drawer full of hand-me-downs but there is also an array of brand new stuff because every baby is her own person. They all get the same amount of preparation, dedication, love, and care..

Did he used to dream about having a son? Sure.

But girls make amazing little baseball players

And dads make amazing fairy princesses

Bucky becomes very accustomed to tea parties, glitter, sparkles, and having his nails sloppy painted

Eyeshadow used as blush, contour, and foundation all in one

He doesn’t tolerate anyone who makes a backhanded comment about his girls

One day, you got back from taking the kids to the grocery store

The moment you see Bucky, all of your Egan girls run to hug him

It’s not long before he has two little girls clinging to each of his legs, one with her arms around his neck, another holding his hand with no intent of letting go

You quietly recounted to him later in the day how the grocery store cashier remarked upon glancing at all the pink, “Your poor husband. You refuse to give him a boy, huh?”

Bucky was ready to drive to the grocery store and give that worker a piece of his mind

He has healthy, happy kids. What’s there to be poor about?

(Years later, when you two thought you were officially done having kids, the pregnancy test is positive. It’s a little boy. He’s the baby of the family and so much like his dad.)

Another lucky girl gets her own Egan to cherish!

Bucky is protective of his family, even before little Egan’s got added to the family, he’s always been protective of you

If someone ever bothers you, makes you uncomfortable or says something bad about you, he has to confront them

even if you insist to him over and over that it’s no big deal

He keeps you so close to him not only because he cannot imagine being too far away from someone as amazing as you,

I mean, you smell fantastic

also that dress fits you so well

and your smile makes him lightheaded

your voice is so soothing

Wait what were we talking about? Oh yeah…he’s protective. He keeps you so close because he cannot fathom something happening to you.

You can accidentally trip over your own feet and Bucky will find a way to blame himself

Something fell on the floor and you stumbled over it, Bucky should have seen it and picked it up before you had the chance to even get close enough to fall

Bucky’s a man who lives off of reassurance

He loves praise

But he’s not aware of how much he needs it, how much he thrives off it

A compliment will make this man’s day

Reassure him of how amazing he is

Tell him how good he is and how lucky of a girl you are to have him because you are so so lucky

He values your opinion, so your compliments mean so much more than anybody else’s

Every anniversary he writes you a love letter

Always so heartfelt, detailed, and meaningful

He talks about all the reasons why he fell in love with you and continues to fall in love with you every single day he breathes

All the little quirks and habits that you don’t pick up on, but he adores

Maybe something you did the same day he wrote the letter and it’s so fresh in his mind that he has to talk about it

Something special that happened that year

A baby that was born, a trip you went on, and special event, a funny moment, a specific date, something you said to him this year that he continues to think about all the time

Anything that comes to mind

They collect over the years and you put them in a pretty little keepsake box

When you eventually pass on, all of his letters are buried with you

What makes Bucky frustrating sometimes is the fact that he doesn’t like to talk about what he is feeling

He’ll claim he’s fine when something is clearly bothering him

He’ll walk away from an argument declaring that he “doesn’t care anymore” and “you can do whatever you want”

but the reality is he does care

He just hates to yell around his wife, let alone yell at her. It makes his skin crawl.

Bucky lets all the feelings build up inside but just his facial expression alone can tell you that he isn’t alright

And it leaves you feeling confused because why doesn’t he trust you and confide in you enough to communicate?

It’s late at night when you two resolve the conflict

His voice is soft and it takes you by surprise

In situations like these, you always wait for when he’s ready to talk

And when he does his voice is always so small and broken

All is forgiven, all is resolved, everything always ends up okay

No small disagreement or petty argument can break you two apart

Don’t tell Bucky that you are ever insecure about something because he will be utterly appalled

You’re a goddess to him, he worships every single inch of you

Whenever you take your clothes off, he’s taking in all of you with adoring eyes and a parted mouth

Every curve, every beauty mark, every stretch mark

It all comes together to make the perfect picture

He loves the way he fits so snug inside of you, the way you taste, the way your noises blend so perfectly with his to make the most beautiful of melodies

Every moment with you is heaven

How did he go so long without you? He thinks about that often.

His heart has never been so full of love, his mind has never been so full of hope

You two complete each other in every way

He was the first to say “I love you”

You were taken back at first because a man who’s so magnetic, charming, handsome, likable, the center of attention in any room he’s in

He’s in love with you

Little did you know he was just as taken back to hear you say “I love you too, Bucky”

He remembers the first time he saw you across a room and how his eyes immediately gravitated towards you

He remembers how nervous he was to talk to you, which was so unlike him it was scary

Maybe his hands were shaking just a little, tapping his foot to a nonexistent beat, a never fading smile on his face

And over the years the two of you exchange thousands of “I love you”s

You can talk for hours on end about nothing “important”

Chatting about the random topics that pop into your minds, asking to be discussed

Accompanied by matching glasses of wine

Those conversations are your favorite because it’s a little bubble with you and the one you love, nothing else matters

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I hope you enjoyed reading and I hope it was alright lol

If there’s any specific requests or anything I didn’t touch on that has you wondering “how did she miss this?” please let me know, lovey

Ahhh I love Bucky so much

[gorgeousundertow]

OTP: Brad/Nate

For @mutantmanifesto

inspired by this mega post. None are exact copies (that I'm aware of) but in keeping with the general tone.

TW: angst, suggestive content, etc.

Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ? Brad. I think the argument would get very wordy (obviously) and he would end up twisting himself into a logically impossible state, and have to resort to "Because I love you!" But - both do stupid things on account of love.

What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare? matter-of-fact and reassuring; here's where you are, here's what's real.

Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.) Nate steals Brad's clothes.

Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’? Brad is more protective, but neither of them needs protecting.

Describe their cozy night in. Nate is reading, working on something, and Brad is fiddling with gadget. At some point they play a game like Risk or Scrabble and get really pissed at each other

Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other? Depending on the circumstance, either would leave to protect the other, but I could see it more likely to happen with Nate leaving Brad. I don't really see either of them begging the other stay bc they're dumb and don't use their words.

Would they build a pillow fort together just because? No.

What happens if one of them gets sick? Brad freaks the fuck out and makes soup and takes Nate's temperature every ten seconds. Nate is much more reasonable.

What are their thoughts on having children? I think they both like kids, but it might not occur to them that they would be good at it together for a long while.

Describe their first date. They don't have one. They just trip over themselves until they discover they've moved in together.

Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell? Absolutely. They do not acknowledge the existence of emotions (maybe anger? Anger is fine) but yes, they can always tell.

Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over? They have some heated arguments, but a lot of the time everything gets said with the eyes.

Who’s the bigger tease? NATE.

How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash? They sometimes have disagreements because their values aren't exactly aligned; Nate is a lot more practical and ruthless than Brad is. In some ways Brad is more of an idealist--Brad pushes Nate to be a better version of himself, someone who doesn't need to compromise his own integrity, and Nate keeps Brad from getting lost in his own head.

Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving? No, but it's implied.

Can they stay up all night just talking? Oh yes, wandering down philosophical rabbit holes.

Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately? Either one, whenever they think it's most likely to surprise the other.

How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind? They strike me as dog people.

How do they feel about PDA? Uncomfortable with it due to Don't Ask Don't Tell, but in certain circumstances they might enjoy shocking their friends and family.

Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship. R U Mine, Arctic Monkeys

Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds? Lol both. But mostly Brad.

What reminds each of their partner? Little things. Brad of Nate: Baseball games, New Yorker Magazine, collared shirts, crossword puzzles, backpacks. Nate of Brad: Wired Magazine, Astounding Science Fiction, hydration packs, faded t-shirts, very organized dressers.

Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning? Brad. Dude likes his sleep.

Who's more likely to give the other a massage? Neither unless there's sex involved, or an injury. If there's an injury, Brad.

Do they have any hobbies they share? They're very competitive, so anything that's a hobby becomes a competition.

What are their vices? Oh god. Being right?

Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party? Lol both. Brad's bigger, but he doesn't actually drink much because he likes to remain in control, so he's not used to it.

What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any? Only to annoy the other one.

Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out? Neither

Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing? anything but a MOPP suit.

Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.) They're pretty handsy actually. Nate maybe slightly more so.

Who's the better story teller? Brad. Brad Brad Brad.

Who's the better cook? Also Brad.

Who's more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush? Definitely Brad, but occasionally Nate.

Who's more artistic? Nate

Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry? Brad

Which is more likely to swear? Brad

Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla? Nate is a dark horse.

Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think? Brad, and Nate would be resigned and on board

Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help? Dark Horse Nate. Brad does not mind one bit.

Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering? Come on. Brad.

What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.) These idiots would go out in the bad weather because it's neat.

Who would give their life for the other without a second thought? Both. Nate might try to think of another way for a hot second, actually, but he would still definitely do it.

Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway? Brad would dance, Nate would join in (badly)

Can they fall asleep without the other? Yes, because they are professionals.

Would they get frisky at the movies by themselves? YES.

Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship? No.

Who's the better driver? Nate, because he's safer. Brad, because he's faster.

Does either of them have a hard time being away from the other? Yes, but mostly Brad. Not that he'd admit it.

who's more likely to do something out of spite? Nate.

What’s a non verbal way they say I love you? Sergeant/Sir (still verbal I guess but ya know)

Describe their weekend getaway? They each have a different version, and they try to meet each other's needs. For Brad, it's something adventurous, something that tests his limits, and Nate's game--so a long wilderness hike, foraging for food. For Nate, it's more likely more of a classic vacation

Would they ever go skinny dipping? Yes.

Who’s more likely to carry the other to bed? Brad.

Do they like watching clouds or star gazing? Star-gazing more likely, with Brad pointing out constellations and Nate telling the legends behind them.

What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood? an eyefuck is all it takes

Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart? Nate makes a list, Brad tosses in anything

Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument? Nate

Who tops? Who bottoms? Switch

Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping? Both

[thedawningofthehour]

This may be strange question, but how are Aprils parent dealing with everything going on? How much do they understand what Donnie means to April and how do they still feel about it all?

Guys, there are no strange questions! We're all weirdos here. Embrace it. Love it.

April's parents know the whole scoop by now. At first I just had her tell them because I realized that April was going to be heavily present and it was either constantly reference the various excuses she uses to keep them out of her hair or just make it look like they ignore the shit out of her, and I didn't care for either of those vibes.

I think of April more as a latchkey kid than truly neglected-I mean, yeah, her parents leave her alone a lot, but they've also raised her to handle that responsibly and will absolutely drop everything for her if she needs it. They just work a lot. They knew that April had a group of friends she was very close to that they couldn't meet for whatever reason. And like...they were suspicious, but they also wanted to trust her. (Some people have commented that without context it really looks like Splinter is running a cult, with his color-coded children who don't go to school and aren't vaccinated and shit, and goddamn they are right)

Keep in mind, the story starts mid-March and Mystic Mayhem happened in like late summer/early fall the year before, so there have been mutations happening all over the place for at least six months by the time April tells her parents that the reason they haven't met her friends is because they're mutants. And they're like, "oh thank god." That was the most harmless explanation they could think of. (they didn't actually think that April was in a gang, but like...there's only so many explanations that fit) Also they're New Yorkers. So April tells them that there's a magical city underneath New York and they're just like, "yeah, that makes a lot of sense."

I can't remember how much of this actually made it into the story and how much I cut, but hearing what April had been doing actually really freaked them out. They're proud of her, of course, and they have faith in her capabilities, but they had no idea. I mean, their daughter has a crane license. They didn't know she could do that. It really made them reevaluate their priorities. That's part of the reason why Carol started working on the mutant town up at Todd's-she realized that she was giving so much of her life to her job and it just wasn't worth it. She feels awful for what the Hamatos had to go through due to their mutations and she feels way better spending her time making sure other mutants don't have to go through that.

As far as the boys go-they fucking love them. I wasn't joking when I said that they're socializing parenting. Splinter told them that he's always wanted a daughter and kind of considered April a bonus child, and they were like, "fuck you, we get bonus kids out of the deal too." The boys really activate that Parental Instinct deep inside them, especially after hearing how isolated and neglected they were. (they really don't blame Splinter for this-like, they had one baby and there were two of them, along with extended family/daycare/etc and that shit was still hard. They understand what an absolutely impossible task Splinter had been handed. Frankly, they're impressed that all four of them are alive) It also helps that Mikey was the first one they met, so they were instantly charmed. April's their priority, but they do genuinely love the boys.

And they haven't met Donnie, but they know that he and April were the closest, they've heard so much about him and seen the things he's built. They already love him and want to meet him so badly. I also wasn't going to confirm that her dad worked at the same research center where Donnie hatched, but I have thought about her dad getting all Emotional about it (it was a bad year and very few of the hatchlings survived-everyone was sad when the one guy they were all rooting for was seemingly eaten by a hawk or something) and showing Splinter Donnie's baby pictures and shit. Splinter would probably cry. Donnie would be so fucking done.

All in all, April's parents are like 90% of this fic where I didn't plan for anything to be A Thing and a narrative just grew when I wasn't looking.

[bjfinn]

DEMONS HAVE FEELINGS, TOO

"What are you guys doing?"

"Hey, Beej," Adam said. "Just catching up on some reading." He turned to Barbara. "There's a great piece in this issue of the New Yorker -- I think you'll really enjoy it."

"Okay," Barbara replied. "Let me just finish this Town & Country article first."

"Reading, huh? Sounds like fun -- not."

"Okay, then," Adam replied. "What would you like to do?"

"Oh, I don't know ..." Beej equivocated, biting his lower lip and smiling, his eyes looking up and to the right.

The Maitlands sighed -- they knew what was coming whenever Beej got that expression on his face.

"I know!" the demon said. "Hey, Babs, how 'bout showing us your tits?"

"For the last time, BJ, I'm not showing you my ... breasts. And that's final."

"Ah, come on! What's the big deal?" the demon persisted. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours -- whaddya say?"

"We've already seen yours," Adam told him. "Plenty of times."

"And you love it, don'tcha, sweet cheeks?" Beej leered. He turned back to Barbara. "Just one look -- that's all I'm asking." He smiled mischievously and wiggled his eyebrows. "Maybe a little touching."

"No! My tits are for Adam's eyes -- and hands -- only."

"Fine," Beej said petulantly. "I'll bet they're not so great anyway. Besides, it's not like I haven't seen tits before. Big tits, small tits, firm tits, saggy tits, tater tits--"

"Okay! We get the picture -- you've seen lots of tits," Adam said. "Wait -- tater tits??? "

"Like tater tots, but better," the demon replied. "Tits, tits, tits, tits --" Beej was salivating now.

"Beej --"

"I once saw a gal with three tits," the demon told them. "She was in one of them circus sideshows. Looked great, but where do you put your face? I mean, one of 'em is always gonna be left out, you know?" He put the heels of both hands on either side of his mouth and made a motorboating sound, shaking his head rapidly.

"Enough already!" Barbara exclaimed.

"But we had fun figuring it out anyway." He sighed, a dreamy look on his face. "What a night! Of course, once the monkey came in --"

"Stop it," Adam whimpered, covering his ears. "I'm begging you, for the love of God --"

"You've never actually had sex, have you?" Barbara said pointedly. "That's why you're always talking about it."

Beej bristled at that. "What??? How dare you! I've had sex lots of times -- hundreds ... no, thousands ... no, MILLIONS of times! And every time was better than the last, baby! I'm a sex machine -- belie' dat!"

"I don't believe you," Barbara said with a smirk. "I think you wouldn't know what to do if you actually got the chance -- you're all talk, Beej. Am I right? -- all talk and no action."

"Are you calling me a ... a six-hundred-year-old virgin? " Beetlejuice huffed angrily, his eyes welling up with hot tears. His hair had turned electric blue, shot through with indigo streaks. "I -- I -- I've never been so insulted in my entire unlife! I thought you guys were my friends! Well, fuck you!"

And with that he vanished.

"Wow!" Adam said. "You really hurt his feelings! I've never seen his hair turn blue before!"

"I know," Barbara replied, rather ashamed of herself.

"You think he'll be back?"

"I don't know. I -- I hope so. But I think it'll be a very long time before --"

Suddenly he reappeared, giving both of them a start.

"Miss me?"

"BJ! I thought --" Barbara began.

"That I was still mad? I know, I know -- it took a long time for me to get over it."

"It's been, like ... ten seconds," Adam told him.

"Wow! That long, huh? Must be some kind of new record for me." He put his arms around their shoulders, grinning happily as he looked at each of them in turn. "Anyway, bygones. You guys are the best, you know that? I love you guys!"

"What's that smell? " Barbara asked, her nose wrinkling. His usual swamp-water stench was overlain by something else. Something worse. "Have you been drinking? More to the point ... what have you been drinking? Rancid milk?"

"Never mind that," the demon said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "That doesn't matter. All that matters is that we're pals again! We should celebrate! I know -- let's get naked!"

"No! " Barbara and Adam chorused, trying not to laugh. Same old Beej.

Beej shrugged. "Ah, worth a try," he said affably.

[suuho]

Hey Kaz, i really love your thoughts on seventeen. So im wondering if you have any for Vernon's ships? I love that guy so i was surprised to find out that he doesn't really have any popular fic other than verkwan. Which is a pity since he has many interesting dynamic with the other members

first of all, sorry this is so late! life got in the way, yada yada yada, but here we are!! so, huh, vernon ships. why not go by them one by one?

vernon and scoups: i don't have many feelings towards them; they are clearly friends to me, brothers at that, and they get along well enough. i do love that they're the oldest and youngest of their respective units, though. that always makes things fun.

vernon and jeonghan: that is so funny to me, to be honest. they are both such uncanny communicators with opposing energies that i feel like it is partly the reason why we see them so rarely together, just the two of them. interesting dynamic, tho. in, like, theory.

vernon and joshua: rocket line! one of my favorite seventeen units EVER. i honestly think they should do a full duo album, maybe when the members enlist. love that pop punk sound they had going for them on 2 minus 1, but i also love rocket a lot. they fascinate me endlessly, to be honest. i always love to see a new yorker and a californian interact.

vernon and jun: so interesting to me. vernon is super drawn to minghao, so i always find it peculiar when he instead singles out jun or vice versa.

vernon and hoshi: they used to be roommates, which is just insane to me. like, think about that? but in a way, you can tell they were because they get along in a quiet and sensible manner that can only exist because you've shared close quarters with someone, no matter how (un)willingly.

vernon and wonwoo: one of my favorite dynamics in the entire group. they are both extremely introverted, they are the heart and soul of the hip hop dynamic, i love seeing them together because visually they are both just absolutely stunning. i love watching them hang out together. much like wonwoo and jihoon, these two compliment each other really and have a quiet understanding of one another, vernon is just way more laid back than jihoon could ever be. this is two, low energy level individuals interacting with each other, and i love them for it. also, they are bad bitches. to me, anyways.

vernon and jihoon: best friends. my favorite vernon dynamic by FAR. yes, they are both my biases in the group and yes, that does make me indeed biased, but i don't care. vernon is jihoon's closest confidante in terms of song writing and production (besides bumzu ofc), they genuinely get along REALLY well, they have been roommates on tour for ages to this day. jihoon takes care of vernon and vernon understands jihoon. i love them so much, oh my god, like you can just tell that they are very close friends. one of the best friendships in the entire group and i hate that no one pays attention to them. they just love hanging out with each other and i love that for them.

vernon and minghao: oh, whew. verhao... my god, what a can of worms. all i am saying is, that verhao should have and be what verkwan is. in fact, verhao IS what people think verkwan is. vernon is drawn to minghao like a moth to a flame, and minghao loves to play coy with him, while he also takes a lot of care of vernon. idk, i just love them together. maybe the vernon dynamic with the most chemistry.

vernon and mingyu: i love them. i just. i feel like it's hard to explain what i see in them, but whenever they interact, i feel so giddy. there's something special to vernon and mingyu. if you get it, you get it.

vernon and dk: the 218s! i love our 218s. it is so funny, because they have very opposing characters, but it is honestly just a classic mash up of sunshine (dk) and tsundere (vernon), one of the oldest tropes in the books, which we just love. they are both unhinged in different ways. the main rapper and main vocalist of svt, baby!!!

vernon and seungkwan: i mean, do i think that verkwan is overrated? yes. they have none of the romantic chemistry people claim they have and i do absolutely not understand how it survived for this long? what are people seeing here? but, i do love their dynamic as friends. it reminds me of me and my close friends.

vernon and dino: these two just bring me so much joy. i seriously would die for the entire svt maknae line, no joke. and vernon and dino are also unhinged, but in more alike ways. another one of those complex dynamics that doesn't make sense on first glance, but that you feel could be the foundation of something brilliant.

[bitchpleasebitchthankyou]

Miss Manners on: Dog Shaming

Q: I've begun walking our two beagles on the streets around our quiet neighborhood, for both their benefit and mine. One of the dogs has always been chubby, but well-loved and well cared-for. However, several times when we've been out walking, total strangers have approached me and told me that my dog is overweight, even implying that I'm abusing the dog. One lady I've encountered more than once tried to give me a list of dog trainers that could help. How do I respond to these accusations, short of locking the dog in the house and never leaving, which isn't fair to him or me?

Miss Manners says: "Thank you for the suggestion." Before you complain to Miss Manners that such an answer is too polite for someone who just implied that you are abusing your dog, she points out that a five-word answer, delivered with slightly compressed lips, is not an admission of guilt, a display of enthusiasm nor a commitment to act. And it gets you on with your walk.

Your Head Bitch says: I would agree that providing a terse response with no hint of enthusiasm is the right move here, though I would also agree with those who feel 'suggestion' is too soft. Perhaps this is the move for less egregious cases, but for actual accusations of abuse, I think I might go with something like 'Thank you for you input' instead. Also, as a New Yorker, can I give you our favorite suggestion? Headphones, baby. You don't have to even be listening to anything, but they're the perfect getaway prop. Either point at them apologetically and pretend you're on a call, or respond cheerfully to whatever they say with just 'oh, hello!' and don't break stride like you could not hear them. Anything to save the pups from body-shaming in my book.

Sorry, babe. No one comes for my dogs like that.

[honking-up-a-storm]

6/21/23

{Backlog: Day two notes

How am I only two signatures into this book?

There's a hawk that lives in the water tower

It's pouring and it feels good- 1:28, rain stopped a while ago. Just left with some cold wind and it smells nice

Why is kid named Finger here?

Two for two on a baby being born the same day someone dies in here}

Today's thoughts: Good morning. Today's gonna be sweaty despite being cooler than yesterday. Odd, my thoughts are going but there's not much to write. I guess I can brainstorm here instead since my OCs are on my mind. I think I'm gonna make the freedom tower soon, I want them to be siblings with Odette and I'm thinking Native for the ethnicity. Not because it'll set them apart or anything, I just want them to be American-American (like obvi there are hundreds of native nations so can't represent everyone, but Lenape just works bc location. Won't really affect anything either way since the strongest trait about them is that they're a New Yorker ). My other idea for them was just completely racially ambiguous so they're more representative of America as a whole. We'll see when we get there. I should focus on Vegas for now. Roseo has been lovely to work with alongside Maria. I feel bad for giving them a sad story. But it's much more preferred than Maria going out in a fire. I'm letting her go out quick and comparatively painlessly this time. Off topic but being in multiple small servers is fun. Like I don't feel server anxiety anymore and can talk freely with others. Especially since I don't think a single one of them has a vent channel. No one brings baggage in and I never have to deal with stupid bullshit. Shits back to how it was where little things don't bug me anymore. I find myself being a hell of a lot less irritable in general and I've dealt with some real pieces of work here at work. But anyways yhea I'm having a lot of fun with art buddies and Splatoon buddies. Why can't I have enough things for another page? Like I'm going a mile a minute constantly, but it's not formed enough to be written which makes no sense but that's my life. Whole hour no cars, it's slowing down out here. I can't remember if there's one than more taxi van that's driving on a spare tire. It feels like two. Can't wait to go home, I'll be able to pay my way there myself if I just work again here next summer. If I can get more than a week to explore I'll be thrilled. Love to be able to chat with locals and such. Geez it's chilly under my overhang. It would be fine without the wind. I don't think I'll be needed much today. I love getting -

Notes:

Everyone thinks I'm 18

I wonder where he went ( oh it's him I was talking about, rip dude)

Today's gift: a fistful of candy from security

How would you know if I'm pretty? You've never seen me without a filter.

[solemnly-mischievous]

a slow day || matt murdock

It's a slow day in Hell's Kitchen, and you decide to bother Matt about it. He fixes the problem.

it's been a while! i've missed you guys. here's some daredevil content (finally branching out after a good while of promising to do so) - i'll catch up with hp requests soon! :)

contains: d/s, praise, degradation, thigh riding, slight edging, slight themes of exhibitionism and verbal humiliation, matt is soft and nice and caring though! it's just the right mix, fluff

word count: 2.8k

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It's a slow day in Hell's Kitchen, and you were getting bored.

It wasn't to say that Hell's Kitchen was boring. It wasn't to say that the office was boring (in fact, Foggy barged into Matt's office earlier and said something about firecrackers and arson, which sounded promising). It wasn't even to say that the day was boring.

No, you're just bored.

Matt doesn't seem to share your sentiment. He seems perfectly content at his desk, recordings playing from his laptop, deep in thought. He's working a new case—a new case that was a bit tough, according to him, but nothing he couldn't handle.

Of course he could handle it. Matt Murdock is nothing if not relentless.

But right now, in your opinion, he's relentless in the wrong direction. (The right direction, of course, would be your direction.)

You've been leaning against the doorway of his office for a while now, simply watching him work. The way his fingers rest on the armrests of his chair, the way he tilts his head every now and then as if he was listening to the busy streets of the city, the way his hair ruffled as he pushes it back unconsciously—you see it all, and you drink it all in.

Matt Murdock is possibly one of, if not the most, attractive men you've ever seen. And he's yours, all yours—and aren't you just the luckiest person in the universe for that?

"Like what you see?" Matt's voice cuts through your reverie, and you blink a few times. You see him smirk, glasses hanging precariously low on his nose, flashing in the afternoon sun.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you say, teasingly.

"Mm. Yeah, sure. Like you haven't been standing there for five minutes, doing nothing but staring." His tone is equally playful, and he reaches out to pause the recordings. Foggy often joked that you were the only one that could get Matt away from his work—and it was probably an accurate joke.

"Maybe I was staring at the ungodly amount of paperwork you have balancing at the edge of your desk," you return. "Why do you keep them there, anyway? Trophies?"

"I forget to get rid of them. It's not like they're an eyesore," he jokes, and you huff out a laugh. "What's up, sweetheart?"

There it is—sweetheart. His casual New Yorker accent saturates the word, syllables curling and ending too soon. It's a pet name he's only recently taken to calling you, and you've long suspected it's because he knows how your breath hitches whenever he uses it.

"I'm bored," you murmur, leaning your head dramatically against the doorframe. "It's a slow day and I'm bored."

"Poor baby." Matt's tone is laughing. "All the crime and murder not enough for you?"

"Yeah, it's really become dull these past days," you deadpan. "I think we should get some domestic terrorism in the mix, really spice it up a bit."

Matt laughs now, a rich sound you'd give the world to hear over and over again. "I'll be sure to leak your complaints to the darkest depths of Hell's Kitchen. I'm sure some amateur criminal would be delighted to accommodate you."

"I'd be flattered," you fake-sigh. "They know how to treat a lady."

"Oh?" His eyebrows flicker upward. "You insinuating that I don't, now?"

"I'd never imply such a thing," you say, knowing full well you are.

"Hm." Matt's lips crook in a sideways smile. "I see how it is."

You feel bored. You feel bold. You feel like challenging him just a little bit, pushing him just to see what he'll give back to you. "Oh, you do now?"

"I think I do." He's full on smiling now, and it's a slow promising smile that makes you shudder, just a bit. "You're bored, and you want me to do something about it, don't you?"

You squirm a bit, blushing. "Well, that would certainly be ideal."

"And what would you like me to do?" His tone is dark, suggestive, and some part of you wants to shout with joy because oh, Matt Murdock wants to play.

"I don't know," you say. "What would you like to do to me, hm?"

"What would I like to do to you?" Matt tilts his head. Listening. Checking to make sure there was no one else in the office. "I'd like to sit you up on this desk, spread your thighs apart, and eat you out until all you can do is whine my name. Think you'd be bored then?"

Your breath gets stuck in your throat and your heartbeat quickens exponentially, which only leads to Matt laughing at you—at how easily you get riled up by his words.

"I—no," you manage, not very eloquently because now all you can think of is Matt's fingers digging into your thighs, his tongue doing illegal things, his soft rumble of a laugh as you clutch his hair and moan.

"No, I shouldn't do that? No, you wouldn't be bored?"

"I—I wouldn't be bored," you say quickly.

"Good," Matt says, sounding amused. Sounding wicked. "But alas, I'm busy. Busy with all this paperwork. And the case, of course—can't forget about the case."

Huh?

"But—"

"But?" And there's a grin in his voice, the fucker. "What, you wouldn't want to keep me from serving the citizens suffering from injustice, would you?"

You want to throttle him. "I—no?"

"Good," Matt says. "But now that you mention it, I think I'm getting a little bored as well. C'mere."

Your mind is a blur of arousal and confusion but you obey, walking over to Matt and letting him pull you onto his lap. Your legs go around him, your crotch pressed right onto his thigh, and that tiniest bit of friction makes you want more.

So you buck your hips a bit, and Matt tsks, reaching out to steady you. "None of that."

"But—"

"Shh." And then he resumes the recording, his and Foggy's voice overlapping with some witness', and you stifle the urge to whimper in frustration, instead choosing to lean your head against Matt's shoulder and listen to the steady beat of his heart.

But then Matt drops a hand down to your thigh and begins touching you in teasing short caresses, smoothing his palm out against your legs and moving them upwards, pushing your skirt up. You try to press up into his touch, wanting more.

He pushes you back into place. "Don't move."

"Matt—"

"Shh," he says again, softly but firmly. "I gotta listen to this, alright? Be good."

Be good. You would. You could.

His hands continue their soft journey up your thighs, under your skirt, teasing with the hem of your panties. You breathe out harshly, trying to get him to take the hint already.

Matt does not take the hint. Instead, Matt hums softly and takes his hands off of you entirely.

The prick.

So you play a bit dirty and grind up against him, against where you can feel him pressing into you, already worked up as well despite how unruffled he looks. Your crotch presses against him and he inhales, sharply, his heightened senses working against him.

“You teasing now, hm?” Matt asks in a low voice, soft and dark against your ear.

“I would never,” you lie, and he chuckles before reaching up to circle your jaw with his hand, tugging your face closer to his and pressing a slow, languid kiss to your lips.

"You're wearing that chapstick I like," Matt murmurs, pulling away. His tongue flickers out to taste his lips, as if still chasing the taste of you.

"It wasn't like I chose it for you," you maintain, once again being untruthful. "You know, the world sometimes isn't all about you."

"I'd beg to differ." His tone is warm, amused.

You bite back a laugh. "Then beg."

"Mm, I'd watch your tone now if I were you." Matt shifts in his seat, ever-so-slightly, but even that's sufficient to put enough friction on your cunt that you let out a small whine. "Might wanna be nice if you wanna get what you need, baby."

"Sorry," you gasp. "Sorry, please."

"Please, what?" He brings a hand up to stroke your face, his hips doing just the barest movements to keep you stimulated and wanting. "What do you need, hm? Tell me."

"Need—need you," you try.

"And you have me."

"Need your touch—"

"Which you also have." Stupid lawyer logic, showing up at the worst times.

"Need your cock, please, Matt," you breathe, grinding up against him again, already soaking wet in your panties. With you only wearing a skirt, your slick's probably already soaked through to his pants by now.

And it has. "So wet for me, aren't you, sweetheart?" Matt teases. "Haven't even touched your clit yet and I can already feel you soaking through my pants, like the needy little whore you are."

You groan in pleasure at his words. "Fuck—'m not—"

"Not wet? Not needy?" His voice lowers, dark and smooth. "Not a whore?"

You whimper. "I—"

"You what, hm?" Matt scoffs, the sound going straight to your cunt. Despite his harsh tone, there's a hand working its way into your skirt again, this time circling light touches through soaked fabric around your sensitive clit.

He continues, "You're begging for my cock while we're still at the office, where anyone can walk in at any time, whether it be Foggy or Karen or other clients; you're begging me to ruin you just because I whispered dirty things into your ears and touched you a little bit. Tell me—what does that make you?"

"It—I... a whore, Matt, please," you whisper, pushing your hips into his touch and whining when he finally takes the slightest bit of mercy on you, drawing aside the elastic of your panties and swiftly sinking a finger into your soaked cunt. "Oh, god."

"What was that?" Matt starts working his finger slowly, in and out, enough to keep you desperate but not enough to get you anywhere.

"Sorry," you manage, having slipped up. No blasphemy.

"That's right. Pretty whores like you don't need God, do they?" His thumb circles your clit and keeps you soaked wet with pleasure as his middle finger joins his index, slowly pushing into you. "No. No, all they need is a good, proper fuck."

"Yes, yes, please," you gasp, moving your hips in tandem with his movements, all but riding his fingers. With how worked up you are, all the teasing words and touches and now overwhelming pleasure, you're quickly reaching your edge. Just a little more.

"But," Matt says, withdrawing his touch entirely, suddenly, "we're still at work."

You keen at the loss of contact, whining with frustration. "But—"

"No." It's a tone that allows no argument. And you know, full well, how much of a stubborn bastard Matt Murdock is. That whatever game he's playing, he's going to get what he wants—even if what he wants seems to be to tease you out of your mind.

But you're desperate and needy and dripping, so you venture an attempt anyway.

"Please," you whisper to a seemingly unconcerned Matt.

"Please?" Matt hums softly. "You want to feel good? You want to come?"

"Yes, please."

A short pause, as if he were deliberating. Then a small laugh, as if a thought amused him.

"Alright then," Matt says, casual and airy. You pause in confusion—no way it was that easy. "You wanna get off so bad, hm?"

He pushes his leg up against you, against your clothed cunt that was so soaked through it was practically bared, and grinds his thigh into your sensitive clit, relishing in the sound of your groan.

"Ride my thigh."

The world stutters to a stop. "Huh?"

"You heard me." Matt murmurs, hands going around to circle your waist, pressing possessive touches into bared skin where your blouse rode up. "You wanna come so bad, you're going to have to do it yourself."

You whine in protest—not at the idea of riding his thigh, which was (as everything is about Matt Murdock) insanely hot, but at the idea of him not fucking you.

A thought strikes you. "But—but what if someone sees?"

He huffs out a short laugh, pulling you closer to his chest. "Weren't so worried about that when you were begging me to fuck you on this desk, were you?"

"Circumstances have changed," you try, and Matt chuckles again.

"No one will see," he reassures you, tone softer—breaking from his dominant character for just a second. "And I'll let you know if anyone's in the building, before they even reach the office. If you don't want to do it, that's okay. It's always okay."

Once again, you praise whatever God there was for just how goddamn lucky you are to have him.

"Okay?" Matt repeats, gentle and patient.

"Okay," you agree, slowly getting wet from the anticipation. You lean forward and kiss him, hard, and both of you groan into the kiss—the sound going straight to your arousal. You start moving your hips, pressing your cunt into the smooth material of Matt's trousers, rolling your body against his.

"That's it," Matt murmurs, pushing his leg up against you to give you more delicious friction. "There we go, so good for me."

You whine at the praise, at the pleasure, and he smirks at the pretty sounds you make. He's always loved hearing you moan.

"C'mon, make yourself feel good." Matt slips his right hand into your blouse, reaching up till he cups you through your bra—his left hand slides up, cupping your cheek and sliding down to rest around your neck. Not to choke you—just to have you feel the warmth of his touch.

"Riding my thigh just because I'm too busy to fuck you, isn't that right?" Matt's voice is more of a mocking coo, faux-sympathy dripping down his words. You whimper at it, the condescension, but it only makes your hips move faster. "So eager, so desperate."

His fingers trace the outline of your lips, your jawline, the way your throat bobs as you swallow down a moan. You lean into his touch, and he reciprocates, cupping your face tenderly and pulling you close to tease your lips with the barest touch of his.

"That's it," Matt repeats, soft and gentle as you let out a pleasured moan when he jerks his thigh up to meet your clit. "Fuck, you sound so pretty, sweetheart."

"Matt—Matt, I'm—close," you gasp, already worked up from the teasing and edging he'd put you through earlier. "Can I—can I please—"

And for a second you think he might tease more, just to hear you whimper, but then Matt presses his leg up against you—coaxing one more pleasured whine from your throat—and leans in so his lips are right next to your ear.

"Come for me, sweetheart," he murmurs into your ear, and you do, letting out a low moan as your hips stutter and your orgasm washes over you, your thighs and legs trembling as the pleasure rushes through you in an overwhelming burst.

Matt eases you through it. His leg moves against you to help you ride out the orgasm, and you let out small sounds of alternating bliss and overstimulation as he does so.

"Okay, okay—too much," you whisper as the overstimulation comes out on top. Matt hums in acknowledgement, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and stilling his movements.

"Alright?" he asks, pulling back. His tone is gentle and worried, and his hands come up to trace your facial features carefully—his way of seeing if you were uncomfortable or overwhelmed.

You nod, taking comfort from his light touch and leaning forward so your head rests on his shoulder. The movement jostles you, and a shudder of overstimulation runs through you, but soon you're comfortably nestled against Matt's chest. "All good."

"Good, you did so good, so perfect for me, sweetheart," Matt praises, and you smile and bury your face in his shirt. He smells like coffee and the shampoo he keeps back in his apartment.

"Stay," you mumble into the soft fabric, eyelids already a little heavy. That was normal—drowsiness is a common occurrence after orgasms, after all. You feel, rather than hear, him laugh softly, and his hands come up to rest against your back—a grounding presence.

"Stay," Matt agrees, taking care to not move his legs too much as he pulls his chair closer to his desk. "You can stay as long as you want, sweetheart. Keep me company. Rest a while."

"Mhm," you hum, already drifting off a little. "Rest sounds good."

"Sure does." His voice is affectionate, amused, and you make a sound of happy assent against him before your eyes slowly slide shut.

You doze off to the sound of Matt's calm breathing, steady heartbeat, and the warmth of his hand never once leaving your back.

[timmymyluv]

cinnamon girl.

FAKE INSTA AU.

FC: rosé of blackpink

kpop idol fem!reader x timothée chalamet

hi lovies! i hope u guys are having a wonderful day I missed y'all and had a great time on vacay. had a bit of a writers block with soc med aus and felt they were getting repetitive esp with how often id upload sometimes so I hope you guys like this. pls cont messaging me and saying hi requests or not. I always love hearing from u all. 💗

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we spotted timothee chalamet and y/n l/n in downtown la filming some super secret project. guesses on what it's about? both have been hush hush on what this is about and everyone on set is super tight lipped.

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[tinyboxxtink]

"Black Magic" *Part 4*

Whoooooo! Okay alright here's 4, I don't know if I can get 5 up tonight but at least you'll have the whole "day". [you'll see]

YA'LL enjoy this because....it's gonna come crashing down. I'm so sorry. Maybe I should leave it here tonight. Yeah I might.

Also-- WINK! When you see it you'll know. 😉

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Part 3

Part 5

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“Well!” he wiped tears away from his face and then yours before he gathered up your trash and threw it away. “ I think that's quite enough of the melodramatic stories today. Now it's time to show you my favorite place,”

He took your hands and let you further deeper into the park. You had never been this deep into Central Park before you don't think you'd ever actually been in Central Park, you've just passed it. You were kind of a shit New Yorker.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he pulled you faster down some steps until you reached what you could only describe as a “Cave”.

“You'll see,” he smiled as you approached the cave. You both walked inside and before you was something you never thought you'd see.

“Oh my god…” You said breathlessly. Are those…?”

“Penguins” You heard a smile in his voice as you stared. In front of you with a long glass tank encased in the stone. It was full of happy, smiling, swimming, penguins.

“How... why….why is this here?”

“Well the zoo is right next door.” He explained. “And they accidentally made the penguin exhibit about a foot outside of the zoo's zoning area. So, while it is technically part of the Central Park Zoo, this one area is completely free to the public. It beats paying $50.” He laughed.

“Penguins are my favorite,” you said softly as you just continued to stare at them. It was true. You loved penguins since you were a little girl and you had no idea why. They were just so cute.

“Mine too,” he smiled, taking his arms and pulling you into his chest from behind. They look so happy. And they're in little tuxedos. Which I highly approve of,” He joked. You giggled in response.

“I like to come here when I've had a really long day or a really bad day in court.” He continued to explain. “And just sit here and watch them; and imagine how much more enjoyable life would be as a penguin. Look at them they're so happy and carefree, not a worry in the world.”

“God wouldn’t that be nice,” You sighed. “No rent, no bills, no annoying job.” you have laughed, giving him a nudge

“And.. They are also monogamous,” He stopped laughing and turned you to face him.

“What?” You stopped laughing as well, giving him a stunned expression.

“Did you know that when a male penguin fancies a girl penguin he will look everywhere until he finds the perfect rock or pebble as an offering to said female. And if she accepts it, then they're together until they die.”

“So.. basically like an engagement ring,” You whispered. Oh god.. what was happening?

“Yeah I guess so they get engaged and married. Without the wedding of course.” He nodded.

“Can you imagine that? I mean they’d be pretty prepared already in their little tuxedos” you laughed, hopefully trying to change the subject getting away from marriage although you didn't really know how. “Rafael…”

Okay surely even if he was under this spell, was there kind of some kind of backstory? Did he think you had been together for a very long time? There's no way he was going to propose after one day was he?

“Don't worry carino, I'm not proposing. He laughed, noticing the panic in your eyes. "I'm not that crazy.”

“Right you laughed and nodded your head. “Of course. Because we've only known each other so shortly….?” You tried to ask in a leading way.

“Right. But if we're being totally honest,” he took your hands. “I think I fell in love with you the moment you walked in the door on your first day.”

You silently gasped.. Could that be true? Was that him making that up in his head? Did he have memories before today? Did he have real memories before today? How far did this thing go? Could he actually really be saying that? Your mind started swimming.

“I..” You looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity. Obviously it was there but you didn't know if it was fabricated or real. But any real form of sincerity was moot at this point. Right?

“Really?” Was all you could say back.

“Yeah,” he smiled while he stroked your hair. “Really,”

That was it you couldn't take this anymore. You Broke down crying once again, and threw your arms around him. You were holding him so tightly, as if he was going to disappear in front of your eyes any second.

“Please Don't leave me, you sobbed. “Please don't leave me,”

“Hey hey hey,” He took your arms and pulled you over to a bench in the cave. Then he sat you down and put both hands on your shoulders.” I'm not leaving you. I'm not going anywhere, okay? Never,”

“You can't say that,” You sobbed. You completely threw any thoughts of keeping this under wraps out the window.

"Why not?” He looked at you quizzically.

“Because….because this isn't real!!” You kept sobbing.

“What…? Baby you have to calm down,” He started getting really concerned.

“I….” You tried to find the words to explain it without sounding crazy. Then you realized it didn't matter.

“I...my roommate Chloe she's a...well she, she made this...stuff, that I put in your coffee yesterday and it made you think you're in love with me.” You realized you had said explanation a little too loudly, as the very few other people that were in the cave with you gave you strange looks and started to walk away. You looked at Rafael who was just staring at you in disbelief and confusion.

“What are you talking about?” He half laughed. Baby look I don't know what you think you did. But if you're talking about what I think you're talking about--- magic isn't real.”

“Yes it is!” You continued to sob. “I didn't believe it either. That's why I did it. I thought on the off chance maybe it would work but I didn't really think it worked like this” you gestured between the two of you.

“What, make an actual connection between us? Has anything you said to me today been a lie?”

“No” You started to calm yourself down.

“And I can promise you nothing I have done today has been a lie, or fabricated in any way,” He wiped the tears from your face.

“So again, I don't know what you think you did, but my feelings for you are real. The only magic here is the magic of true love,”

“See who says that?!” you cried angrily. “Nobody says that for real, Rafael. Not unless they're--”

“Under some kind of magic spell?” Rafael asked sarcastically

“This isn't funny!”

“Okay so what you're just saying is that tomorrow I'm going to wake up, and just think you're a normal girl and what? Think today was a fluke?”

“No.. you're not going to remember anything.”

“I really doubt that,”

“It's true! Why do you think I said back at Maria’s that I need you to hold on to this day? I need you to remember this day? I wasn’t just saying that to be cute.”

“Okay well I'm taking you seriously now. I'm committing this day to my memory this entire day even with your nutty little break down here.” He took both of your shoulders and looked at you seriously.

“Because I'm going to prove to you that this is not some kind of magic spell. It's me and you and our real feelings. I told you I fell in love with you the day I met you, that was before today. That was three months ago!”

Could that be true? Could this have just fast forwarded the time that it would have taken you to get here? Is he really going to remember this?

“Okay” was all you could say.

“Okay.” He smiled, pulling you into him again and kissing your forehead while stroking your hair. “I'm never going to forget you Y/N. I could never forget you,”

“Okay,” you repeated, believing him a little more this time.

Rafael glanced at his phone. Oh God it's four fifteen already,”

“So…? Do you turn into a pumpkin at 5?” You joked.

“No but I did promise Olivia that I would drop off some paperwork. Do you mind?”

Oh God you really don't want to face Liv again, at the risk of exposing your secret. But what else could you do?

“Yeah I guess that's fine.” You shrugged.

It definitely was NOT fine.

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You walked into the NYPD police station nervously, as if you were a hooker doing a perp walk. You hoped that maybe since Raphael had calmed down maybe Olivia would just think this morning was a joke after all. You hoped he wouldn't say anything.

“Olivia!” He walked over to her desk and still had your hand in his.

“Hey Rafa.. what is this? I thought you weren't dating your intern?” She frowned.

“Oh I'm not ... Apparently I'm under her spell,” He laughed.

Oh my God oh my God oh my God what…. Why was he being so flippant about this? Oh God.

“...Excuse me?” She asked him seriously.

“Did you get her in on this Y/N? Pretend that she has no idea about us?” He asked you while still laughing. You wanted to crawl into a hole.

“I don't have any idea about-- didn't you say this morning that you were kidding?” Olivia looked at you angrily.

“What? I don't remember this morning.” Rafael looked confused.

Oh God maybe it was starting to wear off and then forget-me-nots were working oh God oh God oh god….

“What is wrong with you?” Olivia put both of her hands on her shoulders, then she looked at you. “Did you actually do something to him?

What? No, I didn't do anything!” You cried defensively, hoping she would back off.

“Liv back off she didn't do anything. Magic isn't real. What is wrong with you?” Rafael stood in front of you.

“Then explain how you feel right now???” Olivia crossed her arms.

“What are you talking about? We've been in love for months now!”

Oh shit. Oh GOD.WHAT?

“WHAT?” Olivia almost screamed.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to overeat like this." He gave her a look.

“Oh that is bullshit.” She spat, and then looked at you over his shoulder. “You did something to him and I will damn sure figure out what it is,”

“Liv you need to seriously back off,” Rafael increased the space between the two of you.

Liv nodded, but mouthed to you over his head with a whisper. “I am going to figure out what you did and you're going to pay.”

You gulped and looked at Rafael who was still glaring at Liv. “Look Olivia, you need to get over whatever thing you have for me and just let me be happy.”

That was it! That was why she was so upset about this. She was in love with him too. Oh God. You suddenly wondered how accessible that spell that Chloe did was.

“I.. you.. we…” She stammered. “Here's your warrant,” Rafael tossed some papers at her and walked out the door with your hand in his. You looked back at Liv who was still fuming. That can't be good.

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“Can you believe the nerve of her?” He scoffed as you walked out.

“Yeah totally,” You laughed nervously.

“I'm sorry about her. She doesn't know when to stop beating a dead horse,” He sighed.

“So you know she's had a thing for you? And you've never had a thing for her?”

“I mean there was a time when we first met that I thought maybe something could happen. But too much time has passed and I don't feel that way about her anymore, but apparently she still does.” He shook his head.

“And besides whatever feelings I thought I had for her went out the window the moment I saw

you,” he smiled, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Oh I mean since this morning,” he teased. But you knew he was right on the money.

“Haha. Can we please not joke about it?” You asked dejectedly.

“I'm sorry carino. Let's go get some dinner huh? Forget about this?”

“Yes please” You smiled.

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He took you to his favorite restaurant Forlini’s and you two had an amazing dinner laughing, talking and discussing Broadway shows.

"Wait so you saw RENT with the ORIGINAL cast?!"

"Yeah…." He lightly chuckled. "I know, I'm super old."

"Oh I wasn't going to say that at all. I was going to say you are so lucky!!!!” You squealed.

“So you've never seen a show on Broadway?” He asked.

“Well...when I first met Chloe she was working as a PA for one of the directors of a show that had just gone to Broadway. It didn't last very long; it wasn't that great of a show. Except for the leading actor in my opinion,”

“Oh really?” he looked at you curiously. “What show?”

“It was called “Leap Of Faith”, I think? It was based on some movie about some televangelist creep con man, who fell in love with the sheriff and his heart turned to gold or some lame-ass thing like that. You rolled your eyes

“Oh really was it that bad?” he laughed.

“I mean, the songs were good and like I said the leading man Raul Esparza was amazing,” You smiled as you sipped your wine.

“Raul Esparza? You know when I was younger, people used to say that I looked like him.” He chuckled as he sipped his scotch.

“Really?? Nah I don't see it. You're way more handsome,” you smiled.

You continued to have a fabulous dinner so fun and easy, you almost forgot it was all fantasy. Before you knew it, Rafael was walking you to your door.

"Well I had a fabulous 'last’ 24 hours with you mi amor,” Rafael smiled.

“Yeah.. me too,” you said sadly.

“You sure you don't want me to come in?” He asked you with mischievous eyes.

“No, you better not.” You wanted so badly to let him, but you didn't want tomorrow to be jarring for him.

"Oh right I might wake up tomorrow and forget where I am," he teased, tickling you. You laughed while he was doing it, but the pain of really knowing he was right knocked you right back to sadness.

"Well good night beautiful. I'll see you tomorrow" He grinned.

"Yeah…." You smiled sadly thinking "not like this,”

He kissed you gently, but you pulled him in for a deep long passionate kiss, desperately memorizing every detail. His tongue, his mouth, his hands, his smell, his skin on yours.

"Wow, I should be under spells more often he chuckled. He gave you one last small kiss, and you held onto his hands.

"....Baby I'll stay if you want me to, you don't have to be so sad," He stroked your hair and gave you a reassuring smile.

"No…" you shook your head silently chastising yourself. "Let him go," you said mentally.

"No it's ok I'll see you tomorrow" you have him the bravest smile you could.

"Ok. Maybe tomorrow when you see you were being silly I'll sleep over," he winked, walking down the hall.

You slowly shut the door and fell down the floor sobbing.

Chloe came running out of her bedroom to check on you.

"Aw honey…."

"I love him Chloe,” you sobbed. “I didn't know how much or even if I really did before today but I really love him.”

“Oh honey. I can make more right now, even a bigger batch so it'll last longer!” She offered.

NO you shook your head sternly. "That's not fair to him"

"Well….it might be,” She gave you a hopeful look.

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on,” She picked you up and dragged you to her room.

She sat you on her bed as she went and pulled an ancient looking book from her shelf. You read the cover: “The Grimoire.”

“I borrowed it from my friend Maggie,” She explained. “Basically it's a master list of spells,”

“And she just let you borrow this?” You gave her a suspicious look.

“I told her it was an emergency.”

“Really?”

“Well! It was. Of the heart. She gets it she’s an empath and a romantic,” She assured you. “Anyway!” She turned to a dog eared page.

“Read” it she instructed.

You read the page: “ ‘Emotion Magnifier’....what is this?”

“It's the spell I used on Rafael.” She smiled.

“...What?”

“It wasn't really a love spell per say,”. She explained. “Those are frowned upon in the witch community. Y'know free will and all,”

“Wait so this didn't mess with his free will?”

“No ma'am! It just magnifies whatever somebody already feels. You just have to zone in on what emotion you want to draw out. So I used amorous feelings on Rafael,”

“So...that means...what exactly…?” You wanted to make sure you understood what she was saying.

“Well since he went so insane this morning, it magnified some already pretty strong feelings for you.” She smiled

“WHAT?!”

Your mind was spinning. Had he really been telling the truth about falling in love with you the moment he saw you? Has this actually just sped up the process of your relationship? Why hasn't he ever said anything? You've never really talked. How was this possible?

"So...what you're saying is…"

"He was clearly already smitten with you darling," She grinned even bigger at you.

"Oh my god….oh my god!!!!" You squealed. Maybe...maybe those feelings would be stronger than any potion, maybe he would remember today.

You went to bed that night with a hopeful heart.

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[adamsvanrhijn]

22 and 31!!

22. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Sometimes, sometimes not!! I used to Have To Listen To Something, then I like could Not listen to things and write at the same time, now it's just whatever I'm in the mood for

31. Do you have any 0Cs? Tell us about them!

Oh boy do I ever.... I was even looking for an excuse to talk about them earlier and I couldn't find one

Here are some intentionally vague descriptions of some of the OCs that have appeared or been mentioned so far in the current Thomas+Sybil AU fic:

4th generation American Catholic born and bred New Yorker AMEDD veteran coworker of Thomas, they either get along great or knock heads, with no in between. Thomas thinks he might be gay but can't say for sure. Is he? Maybe you'll find out! Would Thomas tap it? Absolutely not!

1st gen immigrant Irish American Catholic couple who live around the corner from Thomas and Sybil. They had a baby and are in fact directly responsible for Thomas and Sybil realising THEY could have a baby despite the fact that everybody spent the first two months of the baby's life worried it would die of jaundice

1st gen immigrant Italian American (she has lived in Brooklyn New York since she was a toddler) Catholic woman. She sews things for a living, likes to sing, and is an anarchist. Unlike Tom Branson, is realistic about direct action and would not be shocked and disturbed by arson. Like Tom Branson, absolutely cuckoo bananas for Sybil! She is also incredibly hot.

Nursing college classmate of Sybil's, who is woefully underdeveloped, because I have... uh... Eleven (11) of them....

Ditto but she's the only Catholic in the class

Midwestern farmboy 2nd/3rd gen German-American (he keeps the German part very, very private) Catholic Army vet. He played football in high school and teaches at a girls' school in New York but helps out on the farm back in Minnesota during summer break (which means a lot of his salary goes to train tickets twice a year). Everyone who meets him finds him to be wholesome, charismatic, and Also incredibly hot.

Novice but competent nurse who despite intending to become a Catholic nun thought she was in the enemies part of an enemies-to-lovers relationship with Thomas until she found out he was married. Now they're just coworkers. They actually get along really well, she kind of imagined the conflict just because he's snippy (She is not going to stay a nun btw but this isn't relevant to our story at all).

Unitarian Boston Brahmin university student (majoring in ~~Political Economy~) heiress and suffragist, who is an heiress because her brothers died in the war (though she was going to be loaded with cash anyway), and a suffragist because she's an upper class woman born in Gilded Age Boston Massachusetts. She was supposed to go to Radcliffe but she didn't want to after her brothers, Harvard grad and Harvard student, died, which is seen as a valid choice by everyone except her father. Gorgeous, fashion forward, and certified heartbreaker. Thomas is the certifying body.

Kind and elderly 1st gen Danish American man without whom Thomas and Sybil would never come close to resolving their respective daddy issues. He lives on the ground floor of their building and a few hours after the first time he had an actual conversation with him Thomas cried and felt weird about it

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 3)

"Brooklyn!!"

The party in The Hills is in full swing. Music blaring, the sweet smell of bud fills the air while people laugh, dance, talk and sing. Colson and Luna had walked into the party together but were quickly pulled in different directions once they got through the door. It was Colson's birthday after all and Luna hadn't been on the west coast for a couple of years, which always turned into a circus, no matter how long she'd been gone. It seemed like everyone wanted a peice of both of them while they wanted only each other.

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Colson is on the upper foyer, looking down to try to spot Luna in the sea of bodies.

"I'm never gonna find her tiny ass in here. I better make sure I get her number. I CAN NOT loose her again." He thinks to himself, frustrated.

"MOTHERFUCKING BIRTHDAY BOY!!!!!" Bellows a raspy voice, breaking Colson's thoughts.

"TOMMY!!!" He shouts back, embracing his friend.

"I got this for you. But try not to drink it all tonight. It's like a 500yr old fucking whiskey.... Or do! FUCK IT!" Tommy says laughing, handing Colson a box.

"Thanks, Man! I appreciate it!" Colson says, blue eyes bright as he opens the box and admires the bottle. "I can't guarantee it won't ALL be gone tonight!" He laughs.

"What are you doing up here? Admiring the kingdom?" Tommy asks.

Colson laughs again. "Yeah... Something like that." Then he looks at Tommy.

"If anyone's gonna get it, it's this fucking dude." Colson thinks to himself.

"Nah, Bro. It's crazy. I'm looking for this girl that I seem to always keep losing...." Colson trails off.

"Well, why you keep losing her, Dude?" Tommy prys.

Colson looks down at the masses. "Idk, Man. I told you it's crazy. I met her like 10 yrs ago without really meeting her and have been looking for her ever since." Colson looks up.

"Explain...."

Looking over at Tommy, he says "My first show in NY, towards the end of my set, I look stage right and there's this gorgeous girl in a cheetah print coat. Our eyes locked and I swear, Dude, I got like, an instant cosmic boner. It was fucking insane. She smiled at me, and then took my picture. This all happened in like 30secs, but Tommy, Dude, it felt like slow mo. So, I look at the crowd, look back at her and she's fucking GONE! I'm like, alright, finish the set, get off stage, start looking for her. Start ASKING about her. No one knows fucking shit. It's like she's a fucking ghost, Man. I was so fucking pissed and all I can do is think and ask about this random girl from NY in a cheetah print coat who takes fucking pictures. Like, fuck me, Man, you know..." Colson takes a long pull off his joint as Tommy laughs. "So tonight" he continues "she shows up on my fucking doorstep, with the fucking picture, made into this awesome fucking art peice. Hotter than I remember. Cooler than I ever could've thought. Because all this time, she's been a fucking friend of both Pete and Ashley and I don't fucking know it because I don't know her FUCKING NAME!" Colson shouts, then suddenly laughs at the absurdity. He takes another long pull off his joint. "And now I've lost her here in THIS fucking shit show." He finishes. Looking out again to see if he can find her, puffing on his joint.

"So, do you know her name?" Tommy asks with a smirk.

"Yeah. Luna Smith. She's like some super-obscure-speakeasy-word of mouth type-person, who you have to...

Tommy cuts him off with his giant laughter. "I FUCKING KNEW IT!!! OF COURSE YOU'D FALL IN LOVE WITH FUCKING LUNATIC AND NOT BE ABLE TO FIND HER!!!" He shouts, laughing even harder, throwing his arm over Colson's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Man" he says trying to control himself. He can tell Colson's starting to become annoyed. "It's not a bad thing, it's just, that's a very Lunatic story, Man. She's the way a fucking 'Lude was, Dude. Only the coolest people know how to get ahold of her, there's NOTHING fucking like her and when she hits you, Maaan, you fucking KNOW IT!" Tommy explains, punching one fist into his other palm, laughing. "I've known her since she was a kid on the scene, taking pictures, writing songs, drawing up flyers. Pat raised her tough. They don't call her That Brooklyn Bitch for nothing!" Tommy laughs hard again. So, you can't find her?" He asks.

"Nah, Man." says Colson.

"Check it..." Tommy tells him as he leans over the railing and raises his hands to his mouth. "BROOOOOOKLYYYNNNN!!!" he bellows from above everyone.

As Colson leans over the railing too, he sees a black leather, bangled arm and one single ringed finger with a blue nail polish rise up into the air. After a moment, he sees her crain her neck around looking and they make eye contact. Never breaking it, she turns her whole body around to face him, holds her right hand up, stretches all five fingers out and smiles at him the way she did the first night he saw her.

"LOOK!!!" Tommy says with a grin.

"I am." Colson says slowly, mesmerized.

"C'mon, Dude. She's expecting you. And you know she don't stick in one spot forever." Tommy says, pulling Colson towards the stairs.

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Luna's downstairs. She's been trying to make her way to the back patio with Ashley and Dom so she can smoke for what feels like the last hour now. But she keeps bumping into people who just wanna "catch up". She hates that everywhere is non smoking now and like a true New Yorker, truly hates the nosey bullshit of "catching up" without a drink and a cigarette to pass the pain. She's bumped into 10 different people by now whom she's "politely caught up" with, is fighting the urge to scream and desperately wants to find Colson. She's just about to break away to the patio when she hears it.

"MOTHERFUCKER!!! WHHHHYYYY???" She whines in her head. "Why the fuck, WHY!?!!"

Ashley stops because she hears it too. She grabs Dom as Luna stops and slowly lifts her arm. "I don't see anyone..." Ashley says. Luna looks over her right shoulder scanning the crowd. It only takes a second for their eyes to lock.

"Oh! Thank Fuck, it's Colson." Her mind sighs in relief, all irritation floating away. She can feel a wave of heat wash over her, her body moving on autopilot, while her face flushes and slowly creeps into a huge smile. It's been years since anyone has made her feel alive and she can't help but feel terrified and excited by him all at the same time. Her lips swell as their gaze breaks only as he heads towards the stairs to meet her. "Not everyone is th...."

"So..." Ashley says, interrupting her thoughts "what's up with you and Kells? You two can't seem to keep your hands off each other." She says smiling. Luna blushes and looks away. "Don't be shy, Loons, it's not a bad thing. Actually, I've never...."

"MOTHERFUCKING LUNATIIIIC!!!!!" Ashley's words are lost in the air as Tommy bum rushes Luna with a huge bear hug, swinging her high.

She laughs, once back on solid ground. "How are you, Doll?" She asks smiling.

"Great!" He replies. Colson has joined them and has his arm draped around Luna. She looks up at him.

"Do you feel alright?" She asks.

"Baby, I feel fucking WONDERFUL!!!" He shouts before leaning down to kiss her.

Tommy interrupts them "This is cool. Kinda wondering, though, what's gonna happen with a Lunatic, hanging out with this fucking maniac." referring to Colson. "I can't wait to see the shit the two of you get into!!" he laughs.

One look. Colson leans back down to kiss Luna knowingly.

"Outside to smoke and refill?" Luna asks, lifting her cup.

"You read my mind, Beautiful." replies Colson with a grin. "Oh, and put your number in my fucking phone too." He says, handing it to her as he easily leads her RIGHT outside. FINALLY. She looks up at him satisfied and happily obliges. As she pulls a cigarette out, he reaches over. "Let me get that for you." He's offering up his open flame.

"Jesus Christ he's on fucking point." She thinks smiling as she leans in.

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The party rages on. Manson pops in. Dildos are given as gifts. Baze gets so high he almost falls through a table. A fist fight breaks out and an orgy happens in the pool. People begin to pass out or leave. Luna decides she's gonna stay with Colson, they're both still pretty functional and are enjoying each other's company. She promises Ashley she'll call her when she wakes up and will have Colson drop her off once he heads home tomorrow.

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Pete lays on the couch in the living room. He can't help but worry about his friends. He's known Luna for ages, so long that he knew Justin too. They were both two of his closest friends coming up.

"Fuck, Man. Why you'd have to do it?" He thinks of Justin sadly. Colson is also one of his best friends and Pete knows his demons too. As always his mind drifts to his dad. "UGH! So much fucking death. I can't deal with this tonight." He thinks as he pops a kpin, rolls over and tries to think about anything other than heartache.

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Colson and Luna sit pool side, holding hands while her head rests against his upper arm. Intimate conversation dripping all night. Leaving them both to think....

"I wonder if I should tell her..." He ponders.

And

"How do I even tell him something like this. He's gonna fucking RUN." She worries.

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To be continued....