#archie is finally laying down!!!

[125storejuice]

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[pinkanonwrites]

"Oh! That's What That Does?!"

All art by @archie-sunshine

G1 Rumble/ Mechanic Reader - 2400+ Words NSFW, Valveplug, Plug 'N Play, Mild Sparkplay, Accidental Stimulation, Edging, Human Reader, GN Pronouns

Ahh, the inherent eroticism of repairing your machine.~ I've had this one cooking for a while, so I hope you all enjoy! I've also gotten pretty attached to this mechanic Reader, so they'll likely pop up again with other cassettes (and maybe even some other Decepticons!)

NSFW WRITING AND IMAGERY BELOW THE CUT!

“Ey… EY! Careful wit’ dat! It’s touchy!”

“Rumble,” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You're making this way more difficult than it needs to be.”

“I wouldn't be complainin’ if you'd stop touchin’ all up on bits that don't gotta be touched! Rootin’ around in there like I'm one’a your crappy organic machines!”

Removing your hands from Rumble’s open chest, you tossed them roughly into the air. “Y'know what? Fine. Do it yourself. Better yet, get Frenzy to pull the shrapnel out of your chest. That'll go great.”

You would have slid off of Rumble’s lap and stormed off, if not for his massive servos closing around your wrists with an unexpected delicacy. Your efforts to remove your hands only reinforced his grip, using just enough force to keep you from leaving without crushing your wrists entirely.

“H-Hey, no need ta be so hasty! Look, I’m just steamed cause'a the battle, dat’s all. Frenz’ can't do dis, it's gotta be someone more… dainty. Y’know. Little human hands and all dat.” The harsh glow of his visor had dulled slightly as his gaze cast down to your hands. You rolled your eyes, wrists finally slipping from his grip as you settled back in. 

Dangling wires and sparking shrapnel dotted his open chest cavity, illuminated by the light of his spark chamber. Rumble had staggered off-balance into your workshop whining about the prodding pieces of broken metal keeping him from transforming properly, yet you’d barely managed to get two wires back in place before he started squirming and whingeing and slinging verbal abuse at you.

 Not that you weren't used to it, any interactions with Rumble and Frenzy usually involved some level of bullying. Fortunately, the two cassettes are also incredibly predictable. As soon as you would threaten to take away or withhold what they're asking for, they’d start falling all over themselves with apologies and placations. After all, you may not have been the only mechanic in the area, but you were certainly their favorite.

“Are you going to actually let me work? Or are you going to start yelling at me again?”

“Yellin’? Who's yellin’? Yer the mechanic here, my spark is in your squishy little hands. Do your magic, doc.” He sat back again, servos clutching the edges of your workbench in a show of effort, a genuine attempt to keep them still (or however genuine any show of rule-following from Rumble could be.)

“That's what I thought. Now let me actually fix a few things before you start whining again.” Your gloved hands dipped back into his chest cavity, skirting the edges of his spark chamber to pick away at the bits of loose shrapnel stuck in some of the wires. His frame shuddered, a hiss of steam escaping through his dentae as your knuckles brushed the underside of the spark casing.

“C-Careful,” He said again, with significantly less bite to his tone.

“Does it hurt?”

“Somethin’ like dat.”

“I'll be careful, so let me know if it gets to be too much.” You smoothed a palm down the armor covering his stomach, flinching back when you heard another sharp hiss of steam.

“I’m fine! It's fine! Just… do ya gotta be all on top’a me like dis?”

“I can't reach properly if you're laying down. If you're standing you might keel over on me, and I really don't feel like being squished to death today.” He let out a low grumble as you jacked another cable back into its proper port. “I'll try to be quick, that way you won't have to worry about my ‘human germs’ and you can get outta here. Deal?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just-”

“Be careful. I know.”

And with that you went to work, separating and organizing cables, taping off leaky tubing and removing pieces of scrap metal as gently as you could. Every once in a while Rumble would jerk or twitch beneath your touch, letting out a muffled curse or huff but sparing you from his usual complaints. It was… uncharacteristically quiet, for sure. This was the most extensive repair you'd ever done on him, though, so maybe he was just having surgery jitters.

“Okay, I've gotten most of the shrapnel out. But there's a piece right behind your spark casing.”

“Well? Get it outta there!”

“I'm going to, but I need to get my whole hand in there. I'm warning you now because it's going to be bumping up against your spark casing a lot. I'm going to do my best but you have to tell me if it hurts too much.”

Rumble let out a long, pathetic groan. “Actually doc, maybe you can just leave dat one in there? F-For funsies?”

“Eh?! Rumble, I’m not gonna just ‘leave it in there’! It's gotta come out.”

“Something's gonna come out if you keep proddin’ around in there like dat…”

“What was that?”

“Gh! Nothin’! Don't worry ‘bout it!”

“...Okay. I’m gonna start now. Are you ready?” Rumble only responded with gritted dentae and a tense nod. Working your gloved hand under his spark chamber, you could feel the ambient energy making the hairs on your arm stand on end as you felt for the jagged edge of broken metal. Your glove blocked your view entirely, so you were left blindly groping your way up the metal surface, feeling for anything bent or out of place. When your fingers could no longer reach any further while still avoiding the casing, you slid forward and ducked slightly into Rumble’s open chest, the back of your hand pressing up against the underside of his spark chamber.

CLANG!

You jumped, and if it weren't for Rumble’s arm wrapping around you and almost crushing you into his open chest you may have jostled the sensitive chamber even further. You slid your hand back again, easing off of the reinforced glass, and his grip receded.

“What the hell was that? And what was that clang?”

“I said don't worry ‘bout it!” He hissed, voice glitchy with static. “Everythin’s totally normal, I dunno why you're getting all jumpy ‘bout- MMNGH?!” You moved your hand up again into the same position, and Rumble let out an embarrassingly high whimper. You glanced up at his face, a flush of pink behind the usual grey and beading with coolant… and something clicked.

“Oh my God are you getting off on this?”

“N-No!”

Behind you you heard a sharp snikt, and the sound of pressurizing hydraulics.

“...Maybe?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“H-Hey, don't go gettin’ a big head or nothin’! A bot’s spark chamber is sensitive! Don't go thinkin’ this is cause of your squishy frame or your soft little digits or nothin’!” He seemed to almost shrink in on himself, face plate practically glowing as his shoulders pulled up around his helm. You'd never say it to his face, but he looked surprisingly… small, at this moment. You heaved an exhausted sigh.

“Okay. Okay. I'm going to get this last piece out, alright? It's the last one. And whatever happens while I'm doing that..? It just happens. We won't bring it up again, no need to be embarrassed. Deal?”

“‘Deal?!?’” He squawked, positively scandalized. “How do I know yer not gonna gossip with Frenz’ the next time he's in for a tune-up?”

“Well Frenzy usually never lets me get a word in edgewise, first of all.” You huffed. This was way more than you'd signed up for. “I'm not going to make fun of you, Rumble. Let’s just get you patched up, then you can head home. Okay?”

His mouth was pulled into a tight, wobbly frown as he glanced down at you, choking out a single word. “...Promise?”

“I promise.”

“...Slag. alright, let's get dis over with.” He lolled his head back against the table with a clank, resigning himself to his fate. This time, when your knuckles brushed his spark casing, he couldn’t stifle his soft moan. Your fingers felt further and further up, until almost your entire hand was behind the glass bubble containing his pulsing spark. Finally, you could feel the jagged piece of metal. You wrapped your fingers around it and gave it an experimental tug. It stuck fast, and your hand bumping against Rumble's spark only pulled another surprised moan from him.

“W-Watch it!” He yelped, sounding too fucked-out to come across as actually threatening.

“It's really stuck in there. I'm going to start working it out, so let me know if you need me to stop.”

“Wh… workin’ it out? Whadda ya- ohhh…~” 

With your thumb and forefinger gripping the edge of the broken metal, you began to wiggle it gently back and forth to ease it from the plating and wires around it. Each time you moved the back of your hand rubbed up against the far side of his spark chamber, warmth radiating through your glove as Rumble started to vent more harshly.

“Slag… slag! Don't think it's ever been touched back there before. Feels… feels crazy.” He moaned. The metal of your work table shrieked and crumpled like cardboard under his iron grip, desperate to keep his servos off of himself or, Primus forbid, you. The piece stuck firm, and as you braced your other hand against the outside paneling of his chest to readjust your balance he let out a sharp, staticky yelp. “S-STOP!”

You froze immediately. “Are you okay? What's wrong?”

A few shuddering vents were your only response for a moment, Rumble’s visor lights flickering frantically as he tried to steady himself. “Whooo… Almost blew my top for a second there.”

“Seriously?”

“Hey! Yer the one that told me to tell ya if I need ya to stop! I'll be slagged to the Pit before I let some ‘squishy’ run my charge like dat.”

“...Can I start again? I’m making some progress here.”

“...Y-Yeah. Yeah. Yer good.”

You let out another soft sigh, trying to focus on the rhythmic sktch sktch sktch of metal on metal rather than Rumble’s shivering whines. His vocalizer pitched and warbled with static, attempts to stifle his own words slowly giving way to a deluge of fucked-out babbles.

“Ah! Gh! Ohh, mmnh, stupid little hands feelin’ all- nnh!~ Jus’ get it outta there! Please?”

I’m working on it. You’re doing good, just hang in there.” Your placations only resulted in another desperate moan. After what couldn’t have been more than another thirty seconds or so, he blurted out again.

“Ah! Stop!”

You retracted your hand for a moment, letting Rumble gasp for breath above you in a futile attempt to cool his core. You rubbed at his chest paneling as he shivered beneath you hard enough that you thought bolts were going to start coming undone. Even the paneling you were seated upon was burning up, heat seeping through the fabric of your coveralls. His glowing face plate was slick with coolant. Without thinking, you reached up and swept away a bead of it with your thumb, making him jump.

“H-Hey, quit dat…” He groaned, all bite lost from his tone.

“Rumble… The more you keep stopping me the longer this is going to take.”

“You think I don’t know dat?!” One of his arms draped dramatically over his face. “I’m tryin’! But you just keep pokin’ around in there and it’s all touchy and it’s makin’ me feel like my spike’s gonna burst and I can’t take it anymore!” He sniffled. Could Cybertronians even sniffle? You weren’t sure, but he sounded close to tears.

“Rumble… Have you ever actually edged yourself before?”

“Whu- Whuh? How’s dat any of yer business?”

“I’m just thinking…” You ran a placating hand down his shivering plating. “If you haven’t it can be really overwhelming, and-”

“I can handle it! I-I can!”

“Let me finish. It can be really overwhelming, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself further. Just… take a deep breath for me, okay?” You took a slow, steadying breath, and after a second he mimicked it. “Good. Just think about letting go, okay? I’m not going to judge you. Just think about it.”

He let out a low, pitying grumble, peeking at you from behind his arm plating. “...You can start again.”

Once again, your hands dipped into his chest cavity. Only this time you slid both hands up behind his spark casing, gripping as much of the broken metal as you could reach. As you rocked it back and forth Rumble’s moans returned with a fervor, one servo finally flying to cup your lower back.

“Ah! Ah! Slag, oh slag please! Please don’t stop I’m so fraggin’ close.” He fisted the back of your uniform, crumpling the cheap fabric between his digits. “C’mon, c’mon c’mon c’mon I need it!”

“Shh, I’ve got you baby. Just let it happen.”

With a metallic shriek and a gush of brackish oil the shrapnel popped free, the force enough to send you sprawling if not for Rumble’s servo in the small of your back. Of course, said unexpected force also slammed the backs of both your hands right into the underside of his spark chamber, and Rumble’s voice box screeched into a wail of radio static. Something hot and sticky splattered up the back of your coveralls; said something you decidedly were not going to look at until later. His frame rattled and shivered beneath you, steam venting and joints glitching and spark pulsating a near-blinding glow.  Finally, after a burst of noise and sparks and twitching, he went slack beneath you, helm clanking against the workbench as his optics flickered.

As delicately as you could, you removed the oil-slick shrapnel and let it clatter onto the floor before shedding your gloves and dabbing at his face plate with the cuff of your sleeve. With the whir of an old monitor blipping back to life, his visor blinked back up to its standard brightness.

“Whuh… Wheh?” He garbled.

“How you feeling, hun?”

“Like I got struck by lightnin’... but in like a nasty way.”

You choked back a snort. “Well, I’ve got all the worst of it over with. Feel free to rest for a while if you need it. I’m gonna go change my jumpsuit.” 

He let you slide off his lap without a fight, not even commenting until you’d turned around to make your way over to your office. Only then did he let out a low, salacious whistle when he’d finally caught sight of the back of your uniform.

“Comm me next time yer free, doc. Then I can repay da favor.”

[boypied]

pairings: hiram lodge x male reader

request: I don't know if you're taking requests or could I request a dom top Hiram Lodge and bottom femboy 19 year old male leader who is Archie's brother and Veronica's best friend and one night stayed with Veronica and catches Hiram in the kitchen naked and hard so he talks to his knees starts licking and sucking Hiram big cock and Hiram started Facefucking until he fills his mouth full of c** throws him on the kitchen table and fucking Reader hard by covering his mouth until he breeds the reader.

warnings: SMUT, anal sex, breeding, swearing, cum consumption, slurs.

Your brother Archie warned you about staying at the Lodge's house. He had some bad history with Hiram and was worried he may take it out on you while you were staying the night with Veronica, and in a way... that's exactly what happened. Once Veronica had fallen asleep, you were practically dying of thirst. You stumbled your way through the dark, making your way to the kitchen, your eyes widen in shock as you stand slightly away from the kitchen doorway submerged in darkness, Hiram Lodge was in the kitchen... naked and rock hard, full cock and balls on display.

You let out a quiet gasp and cover your mouth, trying to remain silent as you stay back in the darkness. Hiram turns around and immediately stares into the darkness where you hide, "Come out," he says firmly, in a dominant tone. You obliged and slowly step out of darkness and into the kitchen, you gently rest you arms against the marble island in the middle of the kitchen while Hiram leans his muscular arms against them on the other side. "You're Archie Andrew's brother, aren't you." He says through gritted teeth and disgust when he mentions your brothers name.

You slowly nod your head, lost for words, and be unable to speak partly because he scares you so much but also because he is butt naked, showing everything and anything to you, his cock is laying down on the counter. He slowly creeps round the counter, his cock swinging back and forth as he walks over to you. Once he finally makes his way over to you, his body completely towering over you, a surge of submission takes over your body. Something about his dark aura made you want to completely submit your life to him.

Then Hiram let's out a command that leaves you stunned and shocked, "get down on your knees and suck my cock like a good faggot, mi amor." He says in a seductive whisper to you, his thumb gently grazing across your lower lip. Without a fight, you slowly get down on your knees, your silk pyjama shorts ride up your ass giving Hiram the perfect over shot of your ass, once you are face to face with his cock you lift up his cock with your tongue while looking up at him, you take his cock immediately to the back of your throat. Gripping against his cheeks to hold yourself steady.

You slowly take your time, tasting every inch of his cock coating it all in your saliva. Your gags and moans just from cock sucking drives Hiram crazy, "If I'd known your were such a faggot for cock I would've done this ages ago!" He says while gripping your hair. Your eyes roll back as you allow him to take control and let his cock absolutely destroy your mouth. He grips either side of your head using your mouth as his personally cum dump, his cock twitches in your throat as he spurts out his cum filling up your mouth with his creamy cum.

A fulfilled smirk crosses your face as his cock flops out of your mouth, a mouth full of cum and it's the happiest you've ever felt. "Now swallow like a good boy!" He says while gently slapping your cheeks, you swallow his sweet cum making sure every last drop is traveling down your throat. He leans down to pick you up, laying you down on the marble island, grabbing your legs to keep them open and wide, revealing your tight pink pucker to him.

He spits down at your hole, using the tip of his cock rubbing it all over before pushing his cock past the tight ring of your hole your eyes widen feeling his cock open up your walls in a way like never before. He leans closer to you, hovering above you so you can stare up at him as he milks your sweet spot, "d-daddy!" You blurt out feeling his cock fuck you and destroy your hole. Hiram grips your throat choking you as he fucks you back and forth, he removes one hand from your throat and moving it down to your nipple tweaking it causing pleasure to run up and down your body.

With one thrust into your g-spot, you become a moaning mess to the point Hiram has to silence you by covering your mouth, "mhm!" You whimper out as he covers you mouth as continue to thrust up into you, fucking your hole to the point it's borderline abuse on your hole but you don't want him to stop ever but you can tell that it's coming to an end. "Faster!" You whimper out against his hand as he thrusts a couple more times before shooting his load deep inside you hole, letting out a loud groan "..fuck!" He lets out.

He continues to fuck his cum up into your hole with a few more thrusts, breeding your faggy boy-pussy before pulling out, he scoops you up and carries you to his bedroom and laying you down on the bed "round two in the morning" he whispers into your ear, kissing your cheek as he lays next to you.

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[seventeendeer]

my lifelong special interest in sonic the hedgehog has both a very sincere side (those little animal characters are so cute! these games are fun! yay bright colors and the power of friendship!) and a side I can only describe as "morbid fascination with all the ways a long-running franchise can try to do a million different things and none of them are good or right or nourishing to the human spirit"

today, I would like to take you all on a special journey through the latter !

did you know that, at a conservative estimate, there have been attempts to create a recurring love interest for the blue man himself no less than FIVE SEPARATE TIMES. MORE IF YOU COUNT THE ONES THAT WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO LAST

below is Madonna (left) and Breezie (right). Madonna was a damsel in distress type character Sonic would've been saving in an early draft of the OG 1991 game. Breezie was a temporary love interest in the 90's cartoon, Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog, who seems to be inspired by the scrapped Madonna concept.

another scrapped love interest was Tiara Boobowski, who was at one point in development going to be a playable character in Sonic X-treme, a game intended for release in the 90's, though it never materialized. it seems her story went through a few different iterations before development ceased. she has the dubious honor of being the first "princess" character created for the purpose of being Sonic's love interest, which would be revisited at least two more times in other contexts.

the first love interest to stick around for a while was Princess Sally Acorn, developed from the squirrel critter design in the early games into a major supporting character in the 90's cartoon Sonic SatAM (left), then kept around in various iterations in the comic book spin-off series published by Archie Comics (middle + right) until the series' end in the mid-10's. she was in an on-and-off relationship with Sonic over those decades, for better or for worse, and they had by far the longest running romance arc out of all of Sonic's love interests to date. after suffering every romantic melodrama plotline imaginable, she was unceremoniously booted from the franchise when the rights to Sonic comic books were moved over to IDW Publishing. rest in peace, Sally, you didn't deserve any of that. at the very least for five minutes towards the end, she stopped dating Sonic and it was implied she started dating her long-time gal pal, Nicole, so she had that going for her for a little bit. counting our blessings

speaking of romantic melodrama, the Archie comics also gave Sonic a temporary love interest in Mina Mongoose because they wanted to write in a love triangle. there was a "main characters all grown up and starting nuclear families" future story at one point where they married Mina off to Tails instead, which somehow felt deeply cruel to both Mina and Tails. "hand-me-down love interest" is a bad, bad vibe for everyone involved

a few years on, in the mid 00's, the games were having their own weird little time giving Sonic a short-lived romance arc with new addition to the cast, Princess Elise the Third, who only showed up in the game Sonic the Hedgehog (2006) and managed to lay one singular smooch on Sonic's corpse to bring him back from the dead, disney style, before she was banished from the franchise due to a monumental amount of backlash (against both her character and the game as a whole). I'm beaming hostile psychic waves into sega's headquarters until they bring her back with better writing and none of that stupid shit. they did it with Silver, they have no excuse

and of course we finally have the one. the only. the most persistent girly of all time who's been trying to marry Sonic since 1993 and is still truckin' on in the year of our lord 2025 even though he's slippery as an eel and he "don't wanna" and there's kind of an uncomfortable age difference and reciprocated romance has over time become more or less outlawed by Sega because it never really pans out for them for some inexplicable mysterious reason. everybody's favorite hyper violent child psychic AMY ROSE !!!!

great character!! has always had so much potential to do her own cool thing if only they'd let her!! if they don't drop the stupid "kinda love interest, kinda not" aspect of her character soon, I'm going to start CRYING BLOOD!! FREE HER <3

anyway honorary mention also goes to Blaze the Cat (left, game continuity, still active), Bunnie Rabbot (center, Sonic SatAM + Archie comics, goners with the Archie series cancellation) and Fiona Fox (right, Archie comics, also goners, same deal), who, while not introduced as love interests, have all been put into some kind of romantic context with Sonic at one point or another just because

(and also while not really relevant to the topic at hand, I would be remiss not to give a special shout-out to the multitude of male characters who were most likely never intended to have any romantic connection to Sonic, but because this series is shonen anime inspired and the rivalries get crazy, our boy still has to hear shit like this on the regular)

and like, you know I've probably forgotten some more girlies out there, too. Sonic the Hedgehog has been pelted with potential romance arcs since the day he was created, and I'm sure there are more out there lost to time/my shoddy memory.

and it's just ... so profoundly morbidly funny to me. unstoppable force (heteronormativity) VS immovable object (misogyny). countless futile attempts to convince kids across the world that a cool guy like Sonic TOTALLY GETS GIRLS, DAMN IT, HE IS FULFILLING HIS HETEROSEXUALITY QUOTA, WE PROMISE, combined with this utter disinterest in sufficiently developing female characters who can effectively fill that role. even Sally Acorn, who was put through hell in the spin-off comics for DECADES serving as the designated narrative romantic punching bag, would eventually go gentle into that good night without fanfare because porting her into a new continuity would just be so much worrrrrk ughhh she's not even Sonic's girlfriend anymore so whateverrrrr

though as much as a massive L as this is for women, at the very least these poor girls are taking the obligatory main character romantic subplot down with them. taking one for the team here. Sonic is so fast and so smooth, those cringey romance plots just slide right off the wind screen of his character and I at least love that part. I love that it never works out and our protagonist remains utterly unpairable. and I hope nothing ever sticks. and I hope the current staff continue to get better at writing female characters just for the sake of having some cool girls around who are interesting in their own right. and may a thousand more cynical, sexist, half-assed attempts to awkwardly shoehorn romance into stories where it doesn't belong wither and die just as spectacularly, booyah

[nottriddlethis]

summary: you let yourself fall harder for him

warnings: none

part 1 part 3

The Slytherin common room was perfectly empty and quiet, as you came late from the headmaster's. There was a tough talk between you, the headmaster and Archie's parents. And for your boldness you got a detention too, because no way you did let them dump everything on Mattheo.

You look around the common room. Fixed up windows reflect green glow of the lake adding an ethereal quality to the room. You placed your bag near the armchair and paused mid-motion, your eyes finally noticing something. Him.

Mattheo was laying on the thick rug in front of the fireplace, one arm propped under his head, the other outstretched. You parted your lips and held your breath. Flames from the fire seemed to dance across his fingertips, curling and twisting like ribbons of light. You blinked, half-expecting fire to sear his skin, but it didn’t. It was as if the flames themselves were drawn to him, caressing him without harm, bending to his will.

You finally swallowed hard, your breath catching as you continue to watch him. There was something about the way the warm light kissed his sharp features, highlighting the curve of his jaw, the soft messiness of his dark hair. He looked so untouchable, so surreal. And yet, tonight, he looked human. Vulnerable, even.

You hesitated, your mind torn between watching silently or stepping closer. When you approached, Mattheo’s dark eyes flicked up to your face locking your gaze, his expression unreadable. He didn’t speak, didn’t tease you like he usually would. Instead, he simply watched you, his fingers still playing lazily with fire. You kneeled down onto the rug beside his head, careful not to break whatever fragile atmosphere existed between. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

Your eyes left his and drifted to his hand. The falmes were licking, sucking his fingers. The way too intimate, you caught yourself thinking and watered your lips. Stop this. “Doesn’t it burn?” you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

A small, amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Not me,” he murmured, his voice low, like the embers themselves had given it texture. Mattheo looked away again gripped by tension. Here were you fully for him and yet his desires were losing to his abilities. He had nothing to say. His everyday teasing always brought your attention to him, but now when you came to him by yourself, watching him, kneeling beside.. He was too bad for you, he should've warned you. But he was so egoist when things touched you.

Although it seems, you didn't need words at all. Having no clue what was happening in his mind, you simply were drawn to him. The fascination in your gaze deepened, your heart thudding painfully against your ribs. You were thinking how someone so dangerous could appear so calm, so captivating. Without thinking, you reached out. There your hand hovered for a moment before you gently threaded your fingers over his forearm, raising them up to the flames.

You felt as Mattheo froze, his body stiffening slightly under you touch. His eyes snapped to yours, wide with surprise.

“Don’t” he interrupted, his voice quieter but hoarse, almost hesitant. For a small moment you froze too. “Gonna get burned”. Was he talking about the flames dancing on his fingers? No. That's why you continued to move the pads up, catching his thumb and almost touching the hot flame. When slowly, he intercepted your hand, intertwining but not bending your fingers. Tongues of flame jumped from his fingers to yours. You felt it slightly warm. It curled up to your knuckles, tickling and warming. Your smile spread across your face, you felt his protective magic.

Mattheo let out a soft exhale, his eyes slipping closed as he relaxed under your touch. The tension in his shoulders melted away, his breathing evening out. It was the most at peace you'd ever seen him. And that why your heart raced as you studied him, your fingers moving instinctively now.

“I have never felt so safe”, you said softly, your voice barely audible over the crackling fire. His eyes opened, dark and searching, locking onto yours. “As being near the Dark Lord's son?”

You bit your lip then blushed at how his eyes flicked down to this fast motion. “I thought”, you corrected him, your hand still moving gently through his fingers. Flames almost faded out. “as being near Mattheo”.

Mattheo didn’t respond and his whole body tensed again. Flames licked their hands for the last time and gone back to fireplace. He grabbed your wrist, keeping his fingers on your racing pulse. He tried to rise, but in the moment you roughly pushed him back down to the carpet. He frowned as you leaned over him. Your eyes flickered down to his lips, just for a moment. The thought was reckless, foolish even, but it burned in your mind since you sat next to him.

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned down, your lips brushing against his in a quick, featherlight kiss.

Mattheo’s eyes snapped open in shock, his hand instinctively twitching like he meant to grab you, to stop you from pulling away. But you didn’t wait. Your heart pounding wildly, you bolted upright, your cheeks blazing with heat. Before he could say a word, you turned and ran, your legs carrying you up the stairs to the girls’ dormitory as fast as they could. Your mind was spinning, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. It was reckless, but the most right and sweet decision.

You run away and had no idea how fast his smile spread across his face. So beautiful and wide for the first time ever. He covered his eyes with his hand, laying back on the carpet. The flames in the fireplace curled bright red and exploded into millions of sparks reflecting his emotions.

[toasttt11]

long

January 14, 2024

Hayden fiddled with her bracelet as she waited to see Jack walk out of the airport.

Jack was out for at least a few weeks and she offered for him to come stay with her as she would have a home stand for two weeks until all star break and could be with him, Jack got approved from the Devils to head to Edmonton and got connected with a doctor and physical therapist in Edmonton.

Hayden was extremely stressed last week finding out Jack and Connor both got injured in the same game. Unfortunately she had a game the same day as Connor’s surgery and couldn’t be there.

Hayden had actually offered Connor the same thing as Jack to stay with her but he is hopping to bug the team to let him on the ice quicker and his sister is with him during his recovery.

Hayden saw Jack come out pushing his suitcase with on hand and backpack on top of his suitcase.

Hayden immediately got out of her car and saw the devastated look on his face.

Jack crossed the road heading into the parking lot and his face just crumped seeing her, He sniffled and she took a few quick steps pulling him into a hug being careful of his shoulder in a sling.

Jack just started crying in his arms and Hayden didn’t shush him or tell him everything is going to be okay, she just held him letting him cry out his emotions.

Hayden closed her eyes feeling her own tears at his heartbroken sobs and she just gently kissed the side of his head.

Jack winced at one of his harsh sobs as he felt it in his shoulder.

Jack let out a shuttering breath completely melting into his sister, he didn’t know how much he needed a Hayden hug.

Jack slowly pulled away as Hayden gently wiped his face and just gave him a gentle smile, “Let’s get you home.” Hayden grabbed his bags putting them into the car and helped him into the car before walking around and getting in.

Hayden didn’t mind that Jack wanted to hold her hand as they drove back to her house, she’s missed him but also been so worried about him the last few days.

Jack smiled a bit as they walked inside and Archie was excitedly waiting but being very good and not jumping on Jack letting Jack softly pet her.

“Couch?” Hayden asked knowing the couch is more the large enough to be comfortable enough to lay on like a bed.

Jack softly nodded and Hayden helped him get comfortable on the couch watching a show as she took his bags up stairs and unpacked his things knowing how he likes his things but also knowing he hates not unpacking his things right away.

Hayden brought Jack a little something to snack on and his next dose of medication before gently sitting down next to him letting him use her head as a pillow.

Jack let out a sigh and started to finally relax sitting with Hayden.

Hayden didn’t move for a while just letting Jack use her a pillow and mentally relax too.

“How’s Connor?” Jack asked softly after a while of silence, He saw Connor rush off the ice and had been worried especially knowing how much Hayden adores Connor but Connor has also become important to their family.

“Broke his jaw, he got surgery the day after the game but is doing well so far.” Hayden softly explained knowing Jack wouldn’t know any of that yet.

“Shit that sucks.” Jack shook his head softly, getting hurt always sucks but in your rookie year it always hurts a bit more.

Hayden softly hummed agreeing and she shifted and started to gently rub her hands in his hair, “Jack when did you wash your hair last?” Hayden asked feeling how dirty his hair was.

“Two days ago but it was hard.” Jack mumbled reluctantly, he didn’t want to ask for help so he half washed his hair and knew it wasn’t very good.

Hayden hummed not judging at all and gently helped Jack up, “Come on let’s get you washed up.” She knew he was hating feeling his dirty hair.

Hayden led him up to his room and helped his changed into swim shorts before she filled the bath for him.

Hayden helped Jack slowly sit down in the bath and he sighed the warm bath on his shoulder as she kneeled down on the floor filling a cup with water and starting to wash his hair.

Jack sighed relaxing as his hair started feeling cleaner and she softly scratched his head.

Hayden rinsed off his hair and he glanced at her, “I’m lucky to have you as my sister.” Jack softly said, it’s something he thinks about sometimes that he might of never met Hayden and he wouldn’t have his sister.

Hayden’s face softened and she gently leaned over pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, “I’m lucky to be your sister.”

Jack smiled softly.

January 15, 2024

Hayden wasn’t surprise to see Luke calling her a bit after his game. She had watched his game with Jack and watched the Devils loose 0-3 to Boston.

Jack smiled a bit seeing Hayden’s voice immediately softening as she stood up answering the car. Jack knew how Luke wished he could be with Hayden right now.

“Hey buddy.” Hayden softly talked hearing Luke take in deep breath.

“Hi Haydes.” Luke spoke shakily from where he was sitting on the floor in his hotel room.

Hayden furrowed her brows as she sat down on her stairs hearing his shaky breathing, “Breath Bud.” She softly said knowingly.

Luke gasped softly breathing in sharply and Hayden hummed softly, “Good again.” She spoke soothingly and kept making Luke breathe until his breathing steadied out.

“Better?” Hayden asked softly and Luke let out another breath and hummed in reply.

“Hard game?” Hayden asked knowingly.

“Hard everything.” Luke blurted out, “We aren’t playing good, I’m not playin good, Jack’s gone, everyone’s getting hurt.” Luke rambled out.

“Your going a through a hard stretch,” Hayden nodded understanding what it’s like, “And i’m sure it’s weird to not have Jack home too.” Hayden said knowingly.

“Luke you aren’t playing bad, maybe you aren’t showing up on the sheets but that doesn’t mean you aren’t playing good.” Hayden firmly told him.

Luke slowly released another breath slowly nodding at her words, “It’s just hard and i miss you.” His voice cracked.

“I know buddy i know, I miss you to so much and i’ll see you in less than two weeks.” Hayden softly spoke to her baby brother.

Luke nodded softly.

“Now get off the floor, take a warm shower and get into your pajamas and get some sleep.” Hayden used her older sister voice making him smile.

“Okay.” Luke has no idea how she knew she was sitting on the floor but listened and stood up, “I love you.”

“I love you too, i’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Hayden promised and waited for him to hang up before she stood up and walked back to the living room.

“He okay?” Jack asked immediately.

“He will be. Maybe he could use a call tomorrow?” Hayden suggested knowing Luke could use talking to Jack too.

Jack nodded agreeing as she sat back down next to him.

January 17, 2024

Jack’s leg bounce up and down as they waited together in the lobby of his physical therapist office, today would be his first PT since his injury and he would be in the sling for a but more.

Hayden followed Jack as he stood up and walked into one of the PT rooms.

She saw his nervous look at his therapist took the sling off and she stood up holding Jack’s good hand as Jack started doing very small movements.

Hayden stayed standing there holding his hand the entire one hour session and she had no idea how much she helped Jack being there, it’s been so long since he has someone at one of his PT or doctor appointments and it’s meant more than he thought it would having Hayden at all of his appointments.

January 21, 2024

Jack was walking down the hallway having just woke up from his nap and was looking for Hayden.

He had a feeling she would be in the library and he heard her laughing as he walked down the hallway and he paused the doorframe watching.

She was on face time and he could immediately tell with who it was when he heard the voice of Matt.

Jack watched the smile on her face, a bit different smile than her normal smile and that’s the smile Jack always calls in his head, Matt’s smile.

Jack titled his head just watching, he doesn’t get to see a lot of Hayden and Matt anymore besides in the summer but it’s not the same as them being alone.

Jack has always known Matt and Hayden will end up together, it’s not a matter of if but when and watching them he has a feeling it will be sooner than later.

Jack knows there is some type of feelings from Hayden for Matt and maybe a few years ago she got close to realizing that but after her parents it pushed back a lot, watching her now he could tell she was starting to grow more and more feelings romantically for Matt or more letting her feelings they have always been there more out.

Hayden’s eyes softened looking at the screen as she giggled and Jack smiled watching the joy she gets from talking to Matt.

Hayden glanced up seeing Jack standing there and smiled patting the spot next to her.

Jack walked in and sat down next to her waving to Matt. Matt and Hayden easily included Jack into their conversion for the next few minutes before Matt had to leave.

“So.” Jack gave her a look not pushing yet.

“So?” Hayden repeated looking confused.

“Any uh changes in feelings revolving Matt?” Jack asked coyly having a feeling she wasn’t going to get what he is truly meaning.

“Um no?” Hayden titled her head not sure what he meant.

“Okay.” Jack just nodded knowing when to push and when to not push, he couldn’t make Hayden realize her feelings that is something she needs to do on her.

Hayden furrowed her brows but let him drop the subject.

January 24, 2024

Hayden was writing on her iPad working on a few things after she finished a quick interview/podcast thing she recorded in the car while Jack had his PT session as Jack told her not to move the meeting and he could go in alone for one session.

Hayden glanced up as the door opened and quickly turned her iPad off and she gasped softy seeing Jack not wearing his sling, “You got it off!”

Jack quickly nodded laughing excitedly as he got into the car and tossed his sling on the floor, “I don’t have to wear it at all anymore.” Jack looked so excited knowing this means his shoulder is getting as good as it can and he can play again soon.

“That’s great.” Hayden looked hair as excited, “Ice cream to celebrate?” Hayden playfully asked malign Jack quickly laugh and nodded.

January 27, 2024

Hayden skated on to the ice waiting for the game to start against the Nashville Predators and her last game before All Stars break.

She glanced up towards the family suites and smiled seeing Jack in the stands, He’s been staying home for her games which she doesn’t mind, it’s still so nice to have to someone to come home to but it is nice to see him at the game.

Hayden waved softly up at Jack and he beamed waving back.

Hayden focused on her game as the puck dropped.

She ended up scoring and getting two assists as the game ended with the Oilers winning 4-3.

Hayden waved bye to all of her team as most were heading on vacation and she would see a few in a few days in Toronto.

Hayden smiled seeing Jack and walked over hugging him gently and keeping her and softly wrapped around him as they walked out of the arena.

Tomorrow night they would get to see all of their family for a few days.

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Home Pt.9 - END || cbf!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Rating: E Words: 1.8K CW: CANON GHOST BACKSTORY, death, death of a CHILD, house fire, corpses, grief, cemetery, some smut. Tags: you/your pronouns, SOME SMUT, ANGST, HURT NO COMFORT, heartbreak, grief and loss, loss of identity, canon Ghost backstory, UNHAPPY ENDING. a/n: not proofread. THIS IS THE END (it WILL be angst and nothing else... but I'll write a happy ending alternative soon).

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Is it macabre to attend your own funeral? Probably.

Nonetheless, Simon Ghost found himself standing near the back of the cemetery, watching on. 

His family wasn’t particularly well-loved in the neighborhood… but when a tragedy like this happens, especially one involving a boy so young as his nephew Joseph… everyone and their mother comes out to pay respects. It’s the “proper thing to do”, they say, even though it’s only out of pity.

However, he has to admit that seeing Oliver, Archie, Jack and Harry, his old mates, come to pay respects, accompanied by their respective families, pulled at his heartstrings a bit. Especially when Archie tapped Oliver in the back while the latter cried.

He’s been here the entire time watching the people come and go, flowers being thrown down into the holes of the Riley family communal grave, and other arrangements being spread all over and around the headstones. Four holes in total. First, ‘Simon’, then his mum Joanna, then Tommy… Then Beth and Joseph in the same one. 

It was close-casket, the bodies too badly burned to allow anything else. The fake Simon has the cheapest coffin he could get, leaving the best for his mum, Tommy and Beth… And he had forced himself to pick a beautiful little white coffin for Joseph. He didn’t even think they made coffins that small. 

Per his request, they lowered Joseph into the hole first, Beth’s larger coffin covering the little boy’s. Just like she was when Ghost found them. Her lifeless body curled over Joseph’s, cradling him tight to keep him safe below her own chest… It was fruitless.

Ghost allows himself to take a deep breath as, finally, the last few people have walked off. The sun is starting to set and people can only pretend to grieve for so long before the cold wind and the darkness makes them go back home. 

In his skull-printed balaclava, black beanie, and black hoodie, Ghost basically blends into the shadows that are starting to take over the cemetery, standing under a tree as his eyes trace the last people walking away from the open graves.

Just days ago Ghost himself was in one of these… buried alive. That’s the night Simon Riley died, he’d say, though, officially, he died in the house fire that took his entire family… A faulty heater during Christmas Eve, you see?

Lost in thought, Ghost doesn’t realize it until now that someone lingered behind. A woman. She moves slowly, tentatively, in the direction of the graves, carrying a couple of bouquets.

More of the same, he thinks… Though he secretly admires the commitment to stay here as the sky is darkening and the air is cooling down.

She places one of the arrangements near the headstones, somewhere amidst the mess of all the other ones…

She flicks on the torch on her phone, to read the names on them… And very gingerly crouches, right in front of ‘his’ grave. She lowers the second bouquet onto it and tosses it carefully on top of the coffin.

Then, she lays her forearms on her knees, letting her hands hang between her legs as she remains crouched in front of his grave. Only to then watch her fold her hands and bring them up to her mouth, to hide the fact she’s crying. He can tell from the way her shoulders rise and fall and and her whole form shakes.

From this distance, he can’t hear her speak, and with the darkness, he can’t see her face.

But he knows.

He knows it’s you.

He watches you fish something out of your pocket and, slowly, toss it down onto the grave too.

He feels his breath being taken away torturously slowly… It feels like someone has grabbed his lungs and forcefully wrung out the air from them like water off a wet rag. 

He’s suffocating.

-

“Merry Christmas!” You cheerfully squealed as you tossed your arms around his neck from behind, strangling him a bit and, shaking him from side to side.

It was freezing outside and you had rushed out in the early morning so you could exchange gifts.

You were twelve, he was thirteen.

“Bloody hell, Y/N, are you tryin’ to kill me?!” He complained playfully as you let go and fake pouted… Then you both broke into laughter.

He tossed a bag of Cadbury mini-eggs at you, which you caught with a giggle. Then, you carefully handed him a little box with a Terry’s chocolate orange in it.

It was all either of you could afford.

“Merry Christmas, you pain in the arse.” He grumbled at you… As if he didn’t have a massive crush on you.

-

You were thirteen, he was fourteen.

“Merry Christmas, Sleepin’ Beauty.” He said it first, as he watched you sneak out the door carefully at 1:30 A.M. You had agreed to meet at midnight but you took your sweet time because you accidentally overslept.

“Shut up, you tosser.” You scoffed as you stopped in front of him, exchanging your gifts.

Terry’s chocolate orange, Cadbury mini-eggs.

“Go back inside, it’s freezin’.” Simon added as he watched you shiver in your pajamas. Poor thing, he thought, as if he hadn’t been here, in the freezing cold, waiting for you for over an hour.

“I will, I will!” You announced dramatically. “Merry Christmas, Riley.” You added as you reached up and kissed his cheek.

Then you turned and rushed back inside. Leaving him outside... but the chill in his bones was long forgotten.

-

You were fourteen, he was fifteen.

The wall clock at your local pub announced it was midnight.

“Merry Christmas, love.” He told you as he surprised you by dangling the Cadbury mini eggs bag in front of your face.

You leaned up and stole a kiss off his lips, his mouth melting into yours. Your friends around you complained in mock disgust at your PDA.

You pulled away and stuck your tongue out at them, mocking them back, before you turned all your attention to Simon.

You reached into your little shoulder bag and pulled out his chocolate orange, handing it to him. “Merry Christmas.” You told him and smiled sweetly.

-

You were fifteen, he was sixteen.

You were cuddling in the backseat of his dad’s Renault Clio, smoking together.

You had dozed off a couple of times by now, feeling warm and cosy in his arms, as usual.

Simon looked out of the window, enjoying the sight of the empty farm fields, lightly speckled in white snow.

“Darlin’?” Simon called for you and you stirred awake again.

You lifted your head from his chest, ever so slightly, where you had been lulled to sleep by his rhythmic heartbeat. 

“Hm?” You murmured groggily.

“Merry Christmas, lovie.” He whispers as he kisses your forehead.

“Merry Christmas, Riley…” You return as you nuzzle up to his neck, your nose rubbing against his skin.

You’d exchange your gifts before he dropped you off at home…

-

You were sixteen, he was seventeen.

It was tight in that backseat, his body no longer fitting lengthwise across the backseat and yours just barely fitting too.

Simon thrusted into you, holding one of your legs over his shoulder, while the other wrapped around his hip. His knees were bent and his head was pressed flush against the smooth roof of the car.

Your moans were loud and almost pornographic, forcing him to have to kiss you to shut you up. But even then, he kept up a hard and unforgiving pace, his hips slamming into yours feverishly.

It all stemmed from the undeniable hunger you felt for one another after three months apart while he was in Basic Training.

He couldn’t get enough of you, the way you looked up at him with those tear-filled eyes, your face red from the heat, your breaths erratic, your forehead dripping with sweat…

“Been… thinking… about this… for so long…” He grunted through the strain of trying to hold back his orgasm.

“Simon!” You moaned, your voice jumpy and high-pitched as he kept the rhythm that was driving you both to the brink of exhaustion.

“Three… bloody… fuckin’... months… without you…” He groaned. “God…” He grunted. “Keep moanin’ for me, darlin’... Show me who you belong to.” He demanded.

And you did. You made sure to make yourself heard, calling his name and whining, desperately so, as he made you both reach your limits.

As you both winded down, your weak legs wrapped around his hip, his head lying on your sweaty breasts, he looked up at you. “I love you.” Simon told you.

Your eyes softened when you looked down at him, his brown eyes seemingly even more beautiful that night than they ever had been. “I love you too.” You told him softly.

He pushed up and kissed you sweetly and, after glancing at the dash clock out of the corner of his eye, he chuckled against your lips.

“Merry Christmas.” He murmured. You probably replied something of the sort as well, though he kissed you back into silence.

You would exchange your gifts soon after.

-

You were seventeen, he was eighteen.

Simon was at the mess, shoulder-to-shoulder with his fellow Corporals, squeezed tight so they could all fit at the table.

His rifle hung around his back, as he lowered his head like an obedient dog while shoveling mashed potatoes and slices of roast turkey into his mouth.

The CO had barked a hurried “Merry Christmas” to the troops before allowing them to dig in.

They hurried to eat. 

Simon was one of the first to stand up and rush his tray to the tray return trolley, and then slap his helmet on.

Then, he dashed out the door to join his platoon in the frontlines, swinging his rifle forward.

There was no Terry’s Chocolate Orange that time…

There was never going to be another one.

-

By the time Simon Ghost finally catches his breath again, you’re pushing back up onto your feet. He imagines you’re about to walk off and leave… But you don’t.

The sun has fully set by now, bathing the cemetery in darkness… And there you are. Still standing. 

Grieving over him.

His chest hurts, his heart squeezing with the realization that you are not taking his death well… Even after 15 years.

He wishes he could go forward… To tell you he’s not actually dead… that he just needed to pretend.

He wants to ask you how you’ve been, what you’ve been up to, to tell you how grateful he is that you came, how proud he is that you’re alive and healthy, by the looks of it.

He wants to tell you about his regrets, he wants to apologize, he wants to tell you he wanted to marry you, that he's never loved another woman like he's loved you.

But he doesn’t.

He simply continues to watch you from a distance as you hang around for a long, long time. Longer than anyone else. Hell, longer than Oliver did.

He watches your figure seemingly take a deep breath… And then… you start walking off toward the car park

He’s tempted to follow after you, even if just to watch… just for a moment more.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he walks up quietly toward 'his' grave, spotting what you threw into it easily.

He recognizes the shiny foil of a Terry's Chocolate Orange amidst the flowers without any issue.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before turning and walking away.

There was a time when you found a home in each other's arms...

But that's dead and buried now... Just like the chocolate orange will be.

And that's for the best.

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Thank you so much for reading this fic, to the people who've read it here and on AO3! Your support mean the world to me!

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Ok top 5 hottest mystery men, and don't deny you have preference! We've seen your posts!!!

This is entrapment. I'm calling my lawyer... ... ...Ground rules. I'm taking mystery men to mean men and women here, because I'm not making two lists. I'm also only putting in the running people as they existed during the Squadron's heyday. I'm not going to come out here and simp for a bunch of heroes who are still active and nominally in my dating bracket because that is WEIRD

Yes that means Sandy is not on this list, which is why you asked. My revenge is petty but final. 5. Sandra Knight AKA The Phantom Lady.

(A popular war bond pinup of Knight)

YES ITS CLICHE BUT WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME? Sandra Knight is a woman who is known for 2 things. Being stubborn as a mule and for wearing the kind of costume that caused spontaneous nosebleeds in a mile radius around her. She's confidently flirtatious, fiery in her conviction and if she was wearing any less she'd be on a list. You look at her legs in this picture and I dare you. I DARE YOU to judge me. Sometimes the obvious answer is obvious for a reason.

4. Al Pratt AKA The Atom.

(A photograph of Pratt taken during a JSA address in Washington DC)

He is 5'1" and every single millimeter of it is home grown BEEF. He is the Charles Atlas story made manifest. Kind, polite and well meaning but with the heart of lion. He's the kind of guy who would bring you out to the lake and ask you to go steady after knocking your bully flat on his ass with one punch. If you like the Archie type of carrying your books for you and laying his jacket in a mud puddle chivalry AND you want the kind of man who looks like he could bend a motorcycle in half with his thighs. He is the WHOLE package.

3. Susan Barr nee Kent AKA Bulletgirl

(An image of Kent from the cover a war bond comic) This is probably my most "hear me out" answer if only because she's much less well known unless you happen to be from Fawcett City. Is it the legs (pardon me "gams") that go all the way up? Yes.

Is it the classy, wavy chocolate brown hair that seems to shimmer like running water? Yes.

Is it the kind of classic silver screen movie star pretty that leaves your heart thumping visibly out of your chest like Bugs Bunny? Yes.

I've had a crush on Bulletgirl since I was a child, my first deep dive into any Golden Ager was a report I wrote in middle school about her just so I could devour every ounce of information that was publically available at this time. This one is an innocent school boy puppy crush which makes me feel better about putting a woman who was publically married during the war on this list. But only barely.

2. Greg Saunders AKA Vigilante

(A photograph of Saunders taken during a 7 Soldiers parade, 1945)

Hand me a puffy pink fan, paint a beauty mark on my left cheek and hold me up because I am now a fainting southern belle being swept off her feet by the handsome stranger and his mysterious ways.

He's got a motorcycle, he's good with kids, he has his own rope. And lest we not forget he's also an internationally famous, genre redefining country western singer. I know its before the time of most of you but have you HEARD this man? That accent, that harmony, every single thing about his voice feels like melting into a crackling south western bonfire

Oh lordy I am coming down with a case of the vapors.

Jonathan Chambers AKA Johnny Quick

(A rendering of Chambers from the poster of "The Squadron" motion picture, 1970) ...listen. LISTEN. ...I have this thing about bitchy men. Not mean men, not abusive men. No, just bitchy men. A man who will make a snide comment in my ear, or giggle with me in the back of some blowhard's speech, or come up with a little pet name he trots out a little too casually in front of my colleagues and then sweeps me off of my feet and treats me to rose petals and candles. I want a man who will make me steam like a clam bake and then right when I'm about to break a chair over his head he gets down on one knee and breaks out an absurd bouquet of roses. I want a man who I want to strangle and then who I want to marry inside the space of an hour. I have a THING. About bitchy men

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PART 9 (*conclusion)

...And it was worth every moment of struggle.

The path had led them to the very peak. There, a cave awaited. Hidden within the stone walls was a temple—standing for centuries, a silent witness to all who had sought the summit, to those who pressed forward without knowing what they would find.

Judy made a wish. She wrote it on a wooden plaque and hung it alongside the others. "To see the world." She wanted to travel, to breathe deeply, to feel life in every cell of her being. And most of all, she wanted to see this world with Archie.

They were able to stay overnight, find shelter, and finally enjoy warmth after the freezing climb. The evening was spent with hot food, sitting across from each other. The rich flavors of Hogo simmering in a pot, quiet conversations, the flickering glow on wooden walls… It all seemed so simple, yet within that simplicity lay something special.

Judy thought that maybe—just maybe—she had finally let go of the past. It no longer weighed her down, no longer left that heaviness in her chest. Or perhaps it was just the euphoria of victory? But one thing she knew for sure—she was endlessly grateful to Archie. For this day. For this journey. For the fact that, when her fingers slipped, his hand was there…

The End 🌠

Thank you for joining me on this journey! (A successful one this time!) 🥹 Gameplay-driven, yet filled with emotions and impressions. I hope watching their climb was just as exciting for you as it was for me to tell this story 💗

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Ed's 'inevitably violent streak'

I would also like to point out that despite the show skipping most of Ed's spiraling era and only showing us a very quick montage and his list of crimes, we never actually see him physically hurt any crew member but Izzy.

In s1, Ed never explicitly harms anyone. Maiming during the educational raids is mentioned by Stede, but Ed never lashes out on anyone but the 'other guys'. He threatens some guy to show Stede how it's done, he tells Fang to skin a guy. What is his reaction when the first person he lays himself bare for abandons him?

Yeah, he curls up into a ball, cries, eats shitload of marmalade in a pillowfort and writes shitty breakup songs. But wait, there is a guy in s1 who repeatedly slaps and threatens the crew! Someone who, coincidentally, also attempts to kill Stede after Ed tells him not to!

Oh, wait, it's Izzy. It's Izzy bc he cannot stand Ed going 'soft' around this crew. So he comes up with a plan to sell the crew and Stede out to the English and get them killed, despite knowing about Ed's feelings.

Of course, Ed throws Lucius overboard. Notably, right after Izzy threatens his life unless he becomes Blackbeard again. It's a breaking point for him, because he laid himself bare for Lucius the most, and in killing Lucius, he might kill that side of him. But, as we know, Lucius survives. We never really doubted it, to be fair, because Lucius is still A Good Guy.

In s2, we get the montage. It's said that Blackbeard has gone mad and is probably working the crew relentlessly, always raiding and looting and chasing after the next thing. I do believe the saw him do some pretty fucked up shit, and he's probably driving them crazy by making them do more fucked up shit on each raid. In fact, the crew knows he's fucked up, and Izzy even says they're all 'worried about him'. Izzy makes the mistake by not only quoting Stede and mentioning his name, but suggesting they talk about it, after years and years of prohibiting Ed from expressing his feelings and threatening him whenever he becomes 'soft'. Good thinking, just hypocritical and way too fucking late. In fact, when he comes on board after Izzy suggests talking, nobody seems all that alarmed until he pulls out the gun, which he never fires at anyone but Izzy, after he mentions Stede, the man Izzy almost killed multiple times. The crew is uncomfortable, they think he's crazy. It's never said that he hurt any of them. In fact, they all just kinda sit around until he shoots Izzy. After Izzy dares to talk about his 'feelings for Stede', something Izzy threatened to kill him over before. They actually seem pretty fucking shocked Ed did that. Would they react that way if he repeatedly hurt the crew?

After that, Ed just goes back to being depressed. In fact, I rewatched the first two episodes AGAIN, and Ed just goes to play with his dolls, cries like crazy, and presumably starts coming up with more passive ways to kill himself. In his interactions with Frenchie, he even holds Frenchie, and he never flinches, doesn't seem to be afraid to be in his proximity. Even when Ed knows Frenchie is lying about killing Izzy, he never lays a hand on him.

Even when he's sailing them into a storm, the crew is hesitant to take him down. They know he's fucked up, they wanna know if he's better. Sure, they are probably also afraid of him, but Ed once again never hurts them. He's at his lowest, ready to die, and yes, he makes Jim and Archie fight (bc he saw them kiss lovingly and that's... touchy). Even as he's ready to die, he doesn't go out to hurt any of them. When they finally take him down, he's just ready to go. At that point, he's just completely out of it.

My point is, certain people like to paint Ed as this inevitably violent person. And sure, everyone knows Blackbeard is insane. A maniac. He tortures both mentally and physically. But Ed, even as Blackbeard, goes after other people, not his crew. He hurts people in raids and soldiers and shit. Of course, he did send the crew through Hell, but for someone who is 'abuser' and 'gonna domestically abuse Stede', he doesn't hurt his crew other than Izzy, who fucking gets it after repeatedly trying to kill Stede and abusing Ed for years. They explicitly TELL US Ed's go-to answer isn't violence unless the other person threatens him. Maybe, just maybe, all of you are a bit racist?

[smallestapplin]

Ingo, Emmet, and N (sep) where during a party the reader had too much to drink. When they wake up in the morning they have a massive hangover. It’s up to the boys to help nurse the hangover. Just basically them taking care of and cuddling their S/O

I am also dying, so nows the perfect time

Also mentions of alcohol consumption, so if that’s not your thing please scroll!

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🖤Ingo🖤

He was already a few steps ahead of you. After helping you to bed the night before, he made sure to leave a water bottle and some migraine medicine on your night stand, before crawling into bed.

He awoke at his usually time, but decided to call out of work, letting him lay curled against your back.

Until you woke up that is.

“Mmm…..”

You rolled away from him, not even acknowledging him as you buried your face further into your pillow while you switch to lay on your stomach.

“Darling please, at least take a sip of some water.”

Ingo was met with another low groan.

It breaks his heart to hear you in pain, and there isn’t much he can do about it. Getting up from bed, he walks around your shared room, pinning the curtains closed to keep the sunlight out, making the room nice and dim.

Once he’s satisfied with his work, he walks to your side of the bed, crouching down next to you. Ingo rubs your back in slow soothing circles, trying to get you to look up from your face full of pillow.

“Darling-“

“Ingo…” your voice muffled from the bedding, “I love you, but please….s’too loud.”

He covers his mouth, eyes widening as he forgot how loud he is, no matter how hard he’s trying to be quiet.

“Sorry.” His own voice muffled by his hand.

You don’t hear him speak, but you can hear him opening the water bottle, and feel him nudging you. You finally relent, even in the dim room your eyes squint in pain.

Ingo tries not to laugh at you recoiling and groaning again, but he waits patiently for you to recover.

Once you do, you sit up, taking the pills from his hand and taking the bottle with a soft ‘thank you.’

He knows he’ll have to make breakfast soon, just so you’ll have something in your stomach, but what’s wrong with loving on you a little longer and letting you get use to being awake?

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🤍Emmet🤍

After last night, Emmet didn’t think he’d ever get you to bed, you were all over the place and giggling the entire time. Which, he will admit he found adorable, but he knew you were tired, even if you didn’t want to go to bed yet.

Though the moment your head hit your pillow, you were out like a light.

So was he, once he changed into his pajamas. With it being his day off, it’s usually rare for him to wake up before you, but he understands.

You found to good tasting drinks and went all over those, he can’t blame you.

He pulls you closer, burying his face into your neck and just basking in your presence. It’s so rare he gets to be up before you, and just enjoy it.

He lays like that until Galvantula comes crawling over, clicking for food. Emmet mutely sighs before carefully detangling himself from you, and making his way to the kitchen to give all the Pokémon their (late) breakfast.

Silver eyes gaze at the pantry, trying to figure out what would be good for you to eat, but not too much as he didn’t want to upset your stomach.

“Salty crackers are verrry good for blood pressure, but maybe just some tasty broth? Hmm….”

He weighs his options, maybe even thinking a rice based dish would be good, as to fill you up but not overload your stomach.

But he’s attention is pulled from his thoughts when Archeops gets excited, squawking happily, until he sees you round the corner, groaning.

“Archie…baby…please, I hurt.” You pick up the happy fossil Pokémon, which makes him quiet down and nuzzle into your neck.

Emmet chuckles at the scene, but is quick to react. Before you know it you’re being handed some pain relievers and some water.

“I’ll make you coffee in a moment, yup! Go sit.” He gently kisses your temple, and ushering you to the living room.

Once you sit, however, you’re quickly wrapped up in a blanket by your loving boyfriend, surrounded by all your ‘movie night’ pillows, and made cozy.

With Archie cuddling into you.

And Galvantula joining on your head.

And Eelektross trying to squeeze in, and ends up laying on your legs.

And Durant hissing before joining to lay at your left side.

You’re being drowned in cuddles.

They got it from Emmet, but he takes this as a win! Now he can make you some coffee, without worrying about you getting up.

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💚N💚

He didn’t drink the entire time, not being one for such parties as he stood by the wall, watching you bounce between him and chatting with your friends.

He was happy watching you enjoy yourself, but one drink turned into two, then three, then four and so on, as the sweet tasting drink hid just how much alcohol you were consuming.

He laughed to himself at how you passed out in bed, clinging to him and refusing to let him go. But he didn’t mind, simply putting his hat on the nightstand and curling around you.

In the morning it’s a different story, as N likes to wake up with the sun, it’s just his internal clock.

But you won’t let go.

Even in your sleep you have a grip on him, nuzzling your face into his chest, subconsciously hoping the pressure will lessen your pain. N can’t help but stay right in bed, not wanting to disturb your slumber.

Though he’d like to get up, he knows you aren’t going to feel well, and he wants to help that! N looks at the clock, realizing he’s been laying here for the last four hours after he woke up.

It’s not that early to you, but it’s late to him.

N slowly starts shuffling, carefully and slowly worming his way out of your grasp.

Every time you seem like you’re about to wake, he freezes, cooing at you and kissing the top of your head until you settle. Once he’s sure it’s safe he starts again, after thirty minutes he’s free! N pushes his hair out of his face, taking a deep breath before making his next moves.

He moves around your home silently, making no noise as he opens the cabinet for some pain relievers, after securing those he starts a pot of coffee before grabbing a water bottle and heading back towards your shared bedroom.

Stopping by the hallway closet to grab a decently weighted pillow case filled with rice.

Poking his head into the dark room, he sees you haven’t moved from your spot. N can’t stop the smile forming on his face, you’re too cute.

He’s entirely too smitten, even now as your eyes slowly flutter open.

He can’t help but softly chuckle at your little groan.

“Good morning, my love. How do you feel?”

Instead of an answer, you let out a pained whimper before covering your face with the blanket. He takes it as the room is still too bright for you.

“I know, but please, you need to take something for the pain.”

His low voice coaxes you from your shield of blankets.

Looking at his outstretched hands, seeing the pills and water bottle, you sigh caving and taking both.

He smiles, happy you’re taking it.

N leans over, kissing your forehead once you’ve placed the water bottle down.

“I have some coffee going, as caffeine can help with headaches, but I’ll also make you some breakfast, you need something in your stomach after all.”

“Okay..” you leans against him, nuzzling against his shoulder.

He hopes you can’t feel how fast his heart is beating.

“Thank you.” You mumble.

“Anything for you, my light.”

He’ll look into buying black out curtains, just in case this happens again or you get a migraine.

[kmomof4]

X Never Ever Marks the Spot - A Birthday Fic for @zaharadessert

We are back!!!! Adventure certainly awaits in this chapter and I so hope you enjoy it!

Thank you again to @snowbellewells for her beta expertise and for the PERFECT artwork above!!! And to @hollyethecurious for the idea of the title and being my grammar guru...

Rating: M for smut and scary moments

Words: 2143 of approx 24k

Tags: Inspired by Raiders of the Lost Ark, Birthday Fic for Zahara

On ao3 From the beginning / current ch

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Ch. 1 Adventure Awaits

“Archaeology is the search for fact,” Dr. Killian Jones asserted, turning away from the chalkboard and facing his students. “Not truth. If truth is what you’re interested in, Dr. French’s Philosophy 101 is right down the hall.” A smattering of laughter rolled around the room, prompting a smirk to his lips as he continued. “Ninety percent of all archeology is done in the library in the form of research and study. And no matter what you’ve been led to believe, X never EVER marks the spot.”

He stood before his Intro to Archeology students finishing up his lecture on the discovery of King Tut’s tomb. Just before the bell rang, a student who sat by the windows and had kept her head down the entire lecture, scribbling furiously in her notebook, finally looked up at him and slowly blinked.

There was something written across her eyelids that caught his attention, but he couldn’t read it. She blinked slowly again and the rest of his sentence just disintegrated when he was able to read what she’d written but hadn’t been brave enough to show him until now at the very end of class. Love you, it said. And the dreamy smile on her face told him that she wasn’t talking about enjoying his class, but she was talking about him, personally. It was all he could do to keep from rolling his eyes at the covert message. Besides being wholly inappropriate - as was any kind of personal relationship between a professor and student - his heart was already taken and had been for a decade. It lay safely in the hands of a blonde siren that he hadn’t seen in nearly that long.

The bell rang and Killian’s boss, Dr. Archie Hopper, entered the room as his students packed up their notebooks and he shouted out the reading assignment for their next class.

Once the classroom was empty, Archie approached his desk.

“I had it, Archie,” he told his friend. “I had it in my hand.”

“What happened then?” he asked.

“Three guesses,” he replied through grit teeth, “and the first two don’t count.”

“Cassidy?”

“Want to hear about it?”

“Absolutely not,” he said, a bemused smile on his face. “I’m quite sure everything you do for the museum conforms to the International Treaty for the Protection of Antiquities.”

“It was beautiful, Archie.” Killian started packing up his notes and charts he’d used in his lecture. “I can get it. I’ve got it all figured out. He’s going to sell it and there’s only one place he can do that. Marrakech. I need two thousand dollars.”

“I brought some people to see you,” Archie interrupted smoothly.

“What?” Killian didn’t expect to be cut off in the middle of his impassioned plea and so hadn’t caught exactly what Archie had said. He reached into his bag and pulled out several other pieces he was able to collect on this trip. “Here, Archie. They’re good pieces. Definitely worth the price of a ticket to Marrakech.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” he said, looking over the pieces Killian handed him. “These are very nice. The museum will compensate you handsomely for these. But the men I brought here are important. And they’re waiting.”

“Who?”

“Army Intelligence.”

“What?” he asked again, totally dumbfounded. “Why do I want to see them?”

“They want to see you,” Archie said, leaving the room, Killian close behind him.

“Why? Am I in trouble?”

A few minutes later, they entered a large empty lecture hall, where two men sat at a large table up on the platform behind the lectern. As soon as they entered, the two men stood up. Neither one was particularly imposing, but their twin black suits were just a bit disconcerting. They held out their hands to shake as soon as Killian and Archie joined them on the platform.

“August Booth,” the thinner one introduced himself. Killian and Archie shook his hand and turned to his companion.

“Jefferson Hatter,” the other one said. “We’ve heard a lot about you, Dr. Jones.”

“Have you?” he asked, politely, his brows raised in inquiry as he sat down at the table.

“Professor of archeology,” Hatter said, “expert on the occult, and uh, how does one say it? Obtainer of rare antiquities.”

“You studied under Professor Cleo Fox at the University of Chicago, correct?” Booth asked.

“Yes, I did.”

“Do you have any idea of her current whereabouts?”

“Not really,” he replied. “Just rumors. Somewhere in Southeast Asia, I believe. I haven’t spoken to her in ten years. We were friends, but had a bit of a falling out, I’m afraid.”

The two men leaned forward and clasped their hands on the table, their gazes serious. “Now Dr. Jones,” Booth began, “you understand that everything that we discuss here today is strictly confidential, yes?”

Killian glanced at Archie, who simply shrugged his shoulders, before looking back at the other men.

“I understand.”

“Yesterday afternoon,” Booth said, “our European sections intercepted a German communication sent to Berlin from Cairo. We can’t make much sense out of it, but perhaps you can.”

“See, for the last two years,” Hatter interrupted, “the Nazis have had teams of archeologists digging all over the world for religious artifacts. Hitler’s nuts over it. Absolutely obsessed.” The man’s face was serious, but he rolled his eyes slightly before continuing. “And now, there’s a German archeological dig outside of Cairo.”

Booth had opened his briefcase while his colleague was talking, pulled out a sheet, and began reading.

“Tanis development proceeding. Acquire headpiece, Staff of Ra.” Killian’s eyes widened and he looked at Archie, whose face was just as astounded and excited as he was sure his was. “Cleo Fox, U.S.” Booth finished reading and looked at Killian expectantly.

“The Nazis have discovered Tanis,” Killian whispered, Archie nodding excitedly.

“What exactly does that mean to you?” Booth asked. “This Tanis?”

“Tanis is one of the possible resting places of the lost ark,” Archie explained.

“The lost ark?” Hatter asked, confusion furrowing his brow.

“The lost ark,” Killian repeated, “you know, the Ark of the Covenant. The chest the Hebrews used to symbolize the presence of God with His people. They kept the Ten Commandments inside, the staff of Aaron that budded, and a jar of manna - the food God fed them when they wandered in the wilderness for forty years after the Exodus.”

Seeing their blank faces, Killian asked, “Didn’t you ever go to Sunday school?”

“The Ten Commandments?”  Hatter asked, incredulously, “Like, THE Ten Commandments?”

“Yes, the Ten Commandments,” Killian confirmed. “Have no other gods before Me, thou shalt not murder or steal. Ring a bell?” he asked. “Once the Hebrews were settled in Canaan, it was kept in the Tent of Meeting until King Solomon built his temple in Jerusalem about five hundred years later.” He looked between the two men who looked as stunned as he and Archie looked excited. “At some point - nobody knows exactly how or when - the Ark disappeared, and one of the legends that sprung up was that the Pharaoh Shishak took it back to his home in Egypt when he invaded Jerusalem about 926 BC.”

“The legend says that he took it back to Tanis and hid it in a secret chamber called the Well of Souls,” Archie picked up the narration. “But about a year after the Pharaoh returned to Egypt, the city was consumed by the desert in a sandstorm that lasted a whole year.” He paused and glanced at Killian. “Wiped clean off the map, by the wrath of God.”

The two men sat across from them, with their mouths hanging open for a moment before Booth spoke again.

“Obviously we’ve come to the right men. You seem to know all about this Tanis, then.”

“No, no, no,” Killian was quick to deny. “That was Cleo’s area of expertise. She was a pioneer, one of the first women in the field, and she was all about Biblical history. She’s the expert, not me. Almost to an obsessive degree. She even collected some of its relics. But never found the city itself.”

“We’re actually somewhat suspicious of Ms. Fox,” Hatter said. “An American mentioned so prominently in a high level Nazi communication?”

“Oh, nonsense,” Archie exclaimed. 

Killian chuckled. “Cleo is no Nazi.”

“Then what do you make of this?”

“Obviously, the Nazi’s are looking for this headpiece and they think that Cleo has it,” Killian explained matter-of-factly.

“What exactly is this headpiece?” Booth asked. “This Staff of Ra?”

“Well, the staff is just a stick,” he explained, holding out his hands, “About yea big. And the headpiece,” Killian moved over to the chalkboard and began drawing. “Is in the shape of the sun, with a crystal in the middle of it.” He turned back to the men and then continued with his explanation. “And what you did was you’d take the staff to this special room in Tanis, a map room with the entire city laid out in miniature on the floor. And if you placed the staff in a certain place at a certain time, the rays of the sun would shine through the crystal and show exactly where the Well of Souls was located.” 

“Where the Ark was kept?” Booth asked.

“Right,” Killian confirmed. “Which is exactly what the Nazis are looking for.”

“And what does this Ark look like?” Hatter asked.

Killian glanced at Archie before answering the man’s question. “It’s described in detail in the book of Exodus. In the Bible.” 

Archie’s expression turned serious as he interjected. “But this isn’t something that one should take lightly,” he said, “The Ark signified the very presence of God Himself. And there were very specific instructions for how to treat it, and those who didn’t follow those instructions paid dearly for it.”

“I can see why Hitler would be so interested in this thing,” Booth said. “The army that carried this before them, would be invincible.”

“Not necessarily,” Killian refuted. “The Old Testament tells of when the Philistines - ancient enemies of Israel - captured the Ark for a time. Each city they stored it in was plagued in some way, and when they placed it inside the temple of their god, Dagon, the next morning, Dagon’s statue was face down in front of the Ark. If you believe in that kind of thing.” He turned away for a moment and scrubbed his hand down his face before turning back to the other men. “If the Ark is really there, I can’t imagine the God of the Bible allowing it to fall into the hands of the Nazis.”

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Later that night, Killian heard the bell and opened the door to Archie, whose dancing eyes and the way he nearly bounced on the balls of his feet told him more than words ever could.

“They want you to go after it!”

The jubilant sound that escaped him could be described as somewhere between an elated growl and a hiss, but he was too excited about the prospect before him to care. Archie clapped him on the back as they moved further into his house.

“They want you to get the ark before the Nazis do,” Archie continued, “and they are prepared to pay handsomely for it.”

“And the museum?” Killian asked, “The museum gets it after we’re finished?”

“Oh, yes! Of course!” Archie assured him. 

Killian led his boss into his study and poured them both a drink. Toasting his good fortune, they both drank, the rum burning on its way down. Setting down his glass, Killian opened the closet and pulled out his suitcase.

“The lost ark,” he said, awe coloring his words, as he started packing.

“An artifact like that is what made us go into archeology in the first place,” Archie agreed. “I have to say, I’m rather envious.”

Killian turned to his boss, chagrin coloring his features, but the pride in Archie’s eyes and smile belied his words. He stuck his hand out, and Killian clasped it before pulling his friend into a brief but warm embrace.

“I’ll have to find Cleo,” Killian said, turning back to his suitcase. “I think I know where to start.” He paused for a moment, the excited grin on his face disappearing. “Do you think she’s still with her?”

“Possibly,” Archie replied. “But Emma Swan is the least of your worries at the moment. You’re going after the lost Ark of the Covenant, Killian. You’ve never gone after something like this. You can’t afford to let yourself get distracted.”

“I won’t.” He moved over to his desk and pulled out his pistol. “I’m going after an artifact of incredible historical significance. I won’t forget that. Nor the fact that I’m not the only one searching for it.” 

Killian tossed the weapon in the suitcase and shut it before heading upstairs to finish his packing.

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Thank you so much for reading and sharing! I'd love to hear what you think! Next chapter will be up on Friday and Emma Swan will finally make her appearance!!

[whumpbug]

『SIMON AND ARCHIE MASTERPOST』

long time coming guys.

this is just about everything with my vigilante x civilian boys! i might have missed something, but just know anything involving these two will be tagged #simon and archie

first off: here is their INTRO POST!!

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FICS/MY ART:

simon getting heckled and archie to the rescue

delirious and shivering and feverish archie

archie accidentally hurts simon trying to save him

overstimulated archie and simon to the rescue in the field

simon kidnapped: the saga (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

archie's hand is impaled. he is disgusted.

protective archie....

long fic archie with pneumonia

thunderstorm from hell. cue the fluff.

sick simon sleeps (spontaneously)

archie tries to make soup (he fails)

wwe day 1: emergency first aid

wwe day 2: like a record, baby

wwe day 4: it's every day bro

BUG DRAWS eepy archie

wwe day 7: accidental cryotherapy

BUG DRAWS silly archie

wwe day 8: put your head on my shoulder

BUG DRAWS pissed off simon.

BUG DRAWS the boys finally hug. they are happy.

delirious simon insists on suturing. go to sleep fool.

ANON FANFIC!!! archie's worst christmas

wwe day 11: a minor annoyance

my pt2 of the anon fanfic

wwe day 14: lay down your sword

wwe day 15: i'm going down (you're yelling timber)

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OC QUESTIONS/LORE:

about archie's powers

bug and seth shenanigans: seth's guys thoughts on mine

bug and seth shenanigans: my boys' thoughts on jj and morri

AND MELLO DREW IT

comfort foods, hot drinks, and cozy nights

coming in from the rain, naps, and cuddles

light sleeper and clothes-stealing

dialogue responses from the boys

favorite pieces of media

songs on repeat and graffiti

aus, motion, and piercings

fave feature, joy, feelin like a kid, and this or thats

fun facts: spanish speaking and aliens

archie and star wars opinions

gene and cassidy crossover, dog person, and beaches

video games, cooking, and (art)chie

lightweight archie and menace simon

romance, melee weapons, and The Wilderness

The Wilderness (continued)

drunken shenanigans: piercing story

montages/cinematic intros

waking up as a robot

ANON HEADCANONS!!! (all canon now)

clocking the clone

responses to "how are you?"

archie's #1 worst injury.

fave accessories, hair changes, and possible aus

what pets would they own? (ft archie's allergies)

hands and nailcare

anon fanfic answers!

anon reaction to my fic!

archie and comic superheros

seth's BANGER of a post

archie's childhood/mother

simon and archie texting eachother

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AU INFO/FICS:

roleswap info!

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thats it! these boys were my first ocs on this account and they're very special to me so i hope you enjoy!

[adickaboutspoons]

As threatened promised, a rough rundown of Ed’s timeline in s2 based on his make-up/facial wound/neckwear/hairstyle situation in the teaser/trailer/promo pics:

Almost certainly we’ll start the season seeing Ed in his Kraken drag. It looks like we’re going to get a montage of raids, because I’m seeing at least two distinct ships in the background when he’s all Krakened up.

It’s hard to tell, but it looks like he’s not wearing either the cravat OR the pearls at first, but we see the pearls peeking out from his jacket lapel when he’s saying “Fuck you Stede Bonnet” to the little groom dolly, so my money is on his snatching a strand from someone’s throat at the wedding raid. If it’s from the throat of the bride herself, I wil EAT. MY. OWN. HANDS.

Incidentally, we seem to have gone back to fingerless gloves for all the Kraken/pre-reunion shots, rather than the full gloves from the end of season 1, so RIP to the “full gloves mean he’s cut himself off from human contact/emotion” metaphor (but more on that in a minute).

So if I had to guess, I’d say next we get playing with the dollies and having a good cry about it

Followed by a manic moodswing to babygirl princess cleaning mode with the hair up and the pearls and the gloves, but a little bit of kohl still smudged around the eyes. I think he enlists Frenchie’s help, since they both seem to be carrying around containers full of bottles while he’s sporting this look, and I think it’s the back of Frenchie’s coat we see when Ed starts his “No more” list.

After that, since the lighting is soft and sunset-esque, I’d say we have the helm scene where it looks like babygirl is daydreaming

I’m wondering if the daydream goes wrong, though (maybe he’s cross because he let himself think about Stede again at all. Maybe the daydream goes sour and dashing, swashbuckling, Bearded Stede fights his way through Izzy to Ed only to say “Just in case it wasn’t clear when I left you, I wanted to make sure you knew that I don’t love you and never did.” or something equally gutting) because guess where else we see the babygirl princess updo

(and we know this has to be after the raid montage, because the big ass treasure chest in the background on the right was carried off the ship where Ed shot his gun in the scene where Fang smashes two guys heads together).

So I’m kind of wondering - since Ed was at the helm, did he steer the ship into an oncoming storm on purpose?

So then we FINALLY see the cravat, but he’s also wearing the pearls, so we know this has to be after all the raiding stuffs.

And the only other place we see it in any of the promotional stuff is when he wakes up and head-bonks Stede.

And looking at how banged up he is - blood on his temple, puffy cut on his cheek and lip, that these wounds are pretty fresh. My guess is he sustained them in the storm, and something goes Very Badly, resulting in him either getting swept overboard, or the crew having to abandon ship, and being rescued by the Chinese junk, where the crews will reunite (based on Stede’s costuming during the headbonk scene, and the fact that Frenchie, Archie, and Jim are with the Revenge crew during the crossbow scene, when everyone is dressed in the Chinese ru).

I have toyed with the thought that all the blue-filtered shots are a fever-dream/hallucination while Ed is laying injured, but I’m not 100% sure on that. For one, Ed doesn’t have his coat, his boots, or even his gloves

But he for sure has the pearl necklace, and it looks like maybe his lip is split (though it’s hard to tell if that’s a shadow or not), which are peculiar details to include in a fantasy sequence.

If it is, I’m guessing it ends when Ed ties a rock around his waist and leaps from the cliff - it’s hard to see, but there’s a rock with a rope around it on the ground near the rag man (Hornigold?), and you can see the rope going down into the water when he first hits. You can also see his feet are bare, just like they were in the gunshot scene.

If not? IDK. The pearls and the lack of gloves place it after the reunion. Remember how I said we were going to come back to the gloves-as-a-metaphor-for-emotional-openness-and-connection? Ed DOESN’T WEAR GLOVES AT ALL ANYMORE after the Kraken scenes are done. I can’t tell if he has them on in the headbonk scene, but after he meets back up with Stede, our babygirl’s hands are NAKED and VULNERABLE (and ready to touch his boyfriend. In a world where I get everything I want, after the reunion, they go to the Significant Cave, and Ed leaves Stede and his gloves behind, and Stede shows up at Anne and Mary’s because “You left these (and me) behind,” but Ed doesn’t WANT them (Stede) anymore, can’t he take a HINT? Thank you for indulging in parenthetical fanfic that almost certainly won’t actually happen this way) But the fact that the wounds are so hard to see that they might not even actually be there? Would put it later in the season.

Because boy howdy do they still look fresh when he shows up at Anne and Mary’s.

But everything else must come later, because the wounds looks progressively more healed. When he’s wearing the sackcloth shirt, his lip still has a little mark on it (but significantly smaller than it was at Anne and Mary’s)

But that mark goes away before the one on his cheek does. It’s not there at Spanish Jackie’s or when he’s talking to the bunny, or in the scene when the VO says it feels like there’s a storm coming.

So I’m not really sure where to put those in relation to one another. Vibes alone, I’d say “Storm’s coming” (followed by beach battle, where there also aren’t noticeable facial wounds or gloves, but Ed is clutching his side as though still recovering from cracked ribs or something).

Then bunny talk, since he’s still wearing the same clothes, then Spanish Jackie/the docks where, since he looks so chill and relaxed, the “something new” he’s trying is he and Stede actually retiring from piracy together.

[fanficideasimtoolazytowrite]

weeping willow( Alastor's children and how they went to hell)

Alastor's fiance after being run out of town went to the east coast and started her new life as a live in nanny. she was lucky the her up bringing allowed her to have a good amount of schooling. her father had long ago cut ties with her. even before it got out the her finance had been killing and eating the people of new orleans. when she found out that she was pregnant she new that she would probably killed or her children would be if she stayed any longer there. so she abandoned the secluded cabin her and alastor used to live in, and got on the first train away she could.

when she first got to the east coast she took on a as substitute teacher for a local school till she had to give birth. it was a hard experience for her and the doctors weren't sure if she and the babies would survive. Flora her daughter was born first, but as Archie was being born, the doctor noticed he had his ambilica cord wrapped around his throat and that caused the complication for him and his mother. the doctors were able to deliver him, but he wasn't breathing at first, and for a terrible moment she thought she had lost her baby, but the doctors got him breathing again and he lived. together the three of them became a strong family small but so much love that every once in a while, she would imagine what would have happened if Alastor didn't die. she could see him doting on their daughter and carrying his son down to the banks to go fishing, but those were her day dreams.

mean while in Hell Alastor was completely unaware of anything. he did meet some of the old citizens of his town that had died, and they would start a rumor that he was trying to use his children as revenge for his death, but he assumed that they assumed he ate their children. which of course he never would do. he'd eat them and just emotionally scar their children. but that didn't stop him from questing them what happened to his fiance. the genre consensus is that she left town in shame. never to be seen or heard from again.

back on earth, She would eventually find a job as a nanny and she brought her young children with her to live. they went from living in a one-bedroom apt to a wonderful manor where they got their own rooms. the first time Flora saw the manor she thought royalty lived there. the twins at this time were 7 at this time. Flore loved to play pretend with the masters of the house's daughter. together they would convince Archie to play with them in the gardens. archie liked to play near the pond, skip rocks, read, or draw. they were taught alongside of the manor's daughter and when they weren't playing or at school, they would help their mother with her duties. cleaning, prepping food, or just following her around the manor till she shooed them off to play while she worked. in all, during the day life had seemed to finally find peace for the small family.

that is until the night hits. the masters of the manor were usually away, but their daughter knew of the going ons of it. how in the corners shadows seemed to move and follow you around if you walking around late at night. she usually stayed in her room after it went dark, but one night the twins could hear someone singing in the hallway. they asked their mother if she was there, but she wasn't in the room anymore. so they got up and followed the singing when they saw a tall woman in white walking past them. she went up the staircase, humming the weeping willow song.

We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree

Singing "Oh willow waly" by the tree that weeps with me Singing "Oh willow waly" till my lover return to me

We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow A broken heart have I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die

they both ran to the side of the stairs banaster watching as she walked down the halls. Archie decided to follow her up the stairs to see where she was going. when he saw her back turned to him he was about to call out to her when the daughter of the manor sushed him and his sister and signaled for them to go into her room.

"You have to wait. She will go back soon."

"Who is she? Is she your mum?" Archie asked

"No. She lives in the lake."

"Now that makes no sense. you can't live in a lake."

"Well, she does. she only comes out once in a while, but don't get in her way."

"our mum's gone. is she up here?"

"No. I don't think so. I haven't seen her up here."

what they didn't know was that she was in the garden with a glass of wine watching a fire. she had taken some time while the house was quiet to come out and complicate her great loves and the longing she felt for someone who was evil. lamenting about how even though Alastor was a monster, your children were the greatest gift from him. how they turned out to be such angles must be some sort of sign that your love for him must have produced some good. she had finished her wine and went back to her room just to see her children were missing. she freaked out and ran back outside to see that the front door was left wide open.

"Flora! Archie!"

back at the manor, the children watched through a crack of the door as the figure walked slowly down the stairs and back outside. the manor's daughter sighed in relief. before they could speak more they could hear their mothers panicked calling for them and they came out running to her.

"What are you guys doing up so late? you should be in bed!"

"We're sorry Mum, we didn't mean to be!" Flora said.

"Yeah we woke up and you weren't there!"

she hugged her children close to her while the manor's daughter watched the display of motherly affection from above. being the only one to notice the shadowy figures behind the family as well.

[keelt9]

Chapter 9

Masterlist

“Don’t look at me like that.” Joe smiles, grabbing the wheel. 

“I'm not looking at you in a specific way.” Actually I didn't even look at him, my eyes were at the window inside of my father's car. “This is cheating.”

This time I made him laugh out loud. He arrived 4 hours ago and convinced my family to keep it a secret and let him go and pick me.

Joe parked in a street near to the Lido Key beach. “Just a little night walk.” 

He opened my door offering his hand, it's a fresh night and just a few cars coming and going, no one near. We walk illuminated by the moonlight and hear the soft sound of waves feeling the sand at our feets. 

“I feel pretty great this training camp. Better and stronger.” I nod letting him speak. “Felling support, full focus on the moment, aligning with the team who are playing really well. It's a great sensation this year.”

Joe is playing with his fingers but he utterly sounds optimistic.

“Years ago I thought you could be a distraction, I was stupid, I'm sorry.” I shake my head.

“Joe we already talked about that, it's ok, we're fine.” An unpleasant sensation runs over my body just thinking he could still believe I'm not over that.

“I know, but it's part of what I'm trying to say.” He bluffs and I let him keep talking. “I always feel support for friends and family, it's a big part when you overcome an injury, it’s just, you being part of this support it’s a whole different experience.” 

We stop, facing each other, Joe struggling from the way he keeps biting his lips. “You’re a boost.” I giggle like him. “Your morning text, the random photos, the cute reminders every time I tell you I have a gym session or practice, the fact you remember the slight thing I mention to you even if you’re in the middle of a crowded place, it's fascinating… You’re fascinating.”

I can’t be with him everyday, or sadly not even on special days but I think it’s the minimum thing I can do, making him know I’m with him everyday.

“I want to be with you.” My words leave him speechless, his eyes moving all over my face, trying to find a glimpse of a joke. “I thought with distance and getting back to our routines, my feelings could return to the way they used to be but it didn't. I started to wait for your call even though I realized you’re already sending me a text, the endless suggestion of options of places I could visit, the fact you keep an eye on my family… the fact you are you.”

I grab both of his hands as I walk closer to him. “I believe this is worthy, and I want to take the risk.” 

Joe smiles bigger and hugs me, lifting me from the sand, whispering to me. “It is, it will be worthy.”

“Can I ask you a favor?” I say to him while he slowly puts me on the sand. “I want to be tormented in my dreams for months.”

That click in his head; Joe softly grabs my neck and pulls for a soft kiss. I grip his t-shirt so tight, feeling like I'm on the clouds every time his lips touch mine.

He split first, I was about to take a step back but he didn't let me go. “That was the reminder.” He smiles. “This is for all the time I’ve been dying to do it.”

The kiss is powerful, like both of us want to make sure we’ll remember the sensation  of our lips on each other, until we leave breathless.

“It’s been more than 3 years, you know.” I giggle but Joe knows what to do, pulling me to him, one more time. 

Sunlight perks through the curtain, but what makes me wake up is the long, full of emotional sigh. I try to ignore it turning around; fully concussion now, I realize I’m laying down on Joe's chest, hearing him breathing slowly but steady.

"People, move this is private." It's definitely mom's voice.

"Mom, please don't be l... Auch, auch, auhc." That's clearly Peter, probably being pulled by her. 

"I supposed to be calm seeing this come on! IT'S MY LITTLE GIRL." Dad, is everyone at the door?

"Mom, are they more than friends?" ARCHIE?!

"Come honey, you hear grandma, this is private." Of course, Nora couldn't miss this.

Finally the sound of the door closing makes me stand, finding Joe fighting for trying to keep his eyes closed, but the moment he felt my eyes on him, he couldn't contain a giggle.

"Omg, oh my." I sit on the bed feeling my heat burn and my heart beating fast. "Don't laugh, this is embarrassing."

My attempt to stand was useless because Joe grabbed my wrist and pulled me softly back to the bed, hugging me and patting my back.

"I think it's great...Save us a lot of time." Both of us giggle. "Still we have to explain some things, right?" 

I just nod hugged him tighter. "In a minute."

After our rushed explanation, my family listened carefully.

"Can I call you uncle Joe, now?" I choke with my coffee, everyone laughs. Archie never fails to make the atmosphere more comfortable.

"Archie, honey." Nora cleans the rest of honey over his lips. "That takes a little bit of time." 

Archie remains thinking. "I don't get it."

Joe put another strawberry on his plate, tossing his hair. "You can, you can call me uncle Joe."

"That's awesome! You hear it mom?" The self-sufficiency eyes of Archie set his win.

After the breakfast ends Nora and Peter take Archie for a quick shopping, or at least that was the excuse for my parents to talk with us in private. They want to make sure both of us aren't playing with each other's feelings and get heartbrokes on the way. They hear us in a most serious and honest talk, the romantic details put to one side, the reality prevails all over our talk, when they understand the motive of our rift, their faces turn into a troubled expression.

"Darling, things aren't different from years ago, I'm afraid to even maximize." Mom grabs my hand. "Joe is Joe Burrow, isn't anymore a rookie quarterback, is..."

"I know, mom, I really know, but I tried to change my feelings, and look at me, I'm holding the hand of a person who wants me in the same way I do." I grabbed my mother's hand with my left hand, and didn't let go of Joe's hand.

"Miss. Stratton, I swear, I’m more mature." My mom giggled. "I know what I want and I'm willing to take the risk with it."

Mom put her hand over Joe’s. “The problem is my daughter is in the middle of it.”

“Joe, you know our kids are the most important  in this world for us. We trust you, certainly do, however…” Dad has an inflexive look on his face. “Would you take care of her?” 

“I promise.” Joe speaks fully convinced as look my father right to his eyes. “Believe you can’t imagine how much I care for her.”

“Y/N?” Mom grabs my cheek caress softly with her thumb, I can see the trembling in her eyes.

“Mom, I have had a crush on this guy since college, I fell in love with him without realizing, yeah, he actually makes me doubt too but… We have been working on this, I’m totally sure about this.” I hug her and grab my father's hand. “Believe me, I want this so much.”

Dad joined us to embrace us in one big hug, kissing the top of my head. “Well, Joe, welcome to the family.” 

I turned around and put my arms around his waist. kissing his cheek, he put his arm around my waist.

“You, take care of…” I roll my eyes and interrupts the warning of my father.

“He knows that this is the sec…” But my dad raised his eyebrows.

“I wasn’t talking to him, I’m talking to you.” Mom softly hit his chest. “Take care of him, do you hear me?” 

“Oh my god! I’ll treat him like rice paper, I promise.” Joe laughs purely as his cheeks turn a soft red color. 

The 4th of July was absolutely great. After we ate like there is no tomorrow, Archie made us play all day at the “Super Bowl”; it was hard to tell who was more excited with Joe at home, me or him. Late at night as I promised to him, we went to the beach to see the fireworks. But my favorite moment of the day comes without a question with Archie. 

We were walking along the beach trying to count how many seashells we could find leaving family behind, he was holding me with his tiny little hand. 

“You look like a really happy aunt.” He said but his eyes were fixed on our steps on the sad. “That makes me so happy for you.” 

I stop and kneel in front of him to hug him. “I told you, he didn’t know how to speak to you, I bet my advice was useful.” Both of us giggle as he squeezes my neck with his little arms. “I love you more than him, just to make it clear.”

I laugh while kissing his head. “I love you Archie.” Never fail, not even a single time.

Months passed, we had a successful closure of the tour book, there were a lot of new editors, editorials, reporters, and investors trying to contact us searchin contract or trying to read their manuscripts. Lucy is the star that's for sure but like she said, she needs a break to make new masterpieces, so after the tour, she and her boyfriend decided to take a few days away from everything, with the promise she will bring another hit.

The Bengals season has been going pretty well, of course there were some ups and downs but like Joe said, there is always room to improve.

“You should be there?” Pam said as she served another round of drinks.

“The same I told her.” Apparently introducing Leah and Pam wasn’t my best idea.

Leah gave her a small vacation and decided to come and stay a couple of days with me, so at the beginning it seemed a good idea to introduce the two girls who almost ripped my neck jumping of happiness when I told them about Joe and I officially started to date.

And luckily, Claire gave us a week off and the Bengals had a game here in Chicago. I made plans to have dinner, introduce each other and watch the game.

I let go of the pillow I was grabbing every time the Bengals had the ball and took a sip of drink.

“I was.” The chuckles of the girls let it cleat that doesn’t count. “What?”

Pam sat next to me and passed her arm around my shoulders. “If you go just to <wish a good game> and leave, it doesn't count.”

The rumors about Joe dating someone has been “calm”. I mean the fact he’s really reserved with some things helps but there are always cameras wherever he goes. At the beginning it makes me comfortable but as the time passes along the suspicious increase of followers on my accounts slowly makes me adjust to this.

“How many games have you gone?” Pam asked with innocent eyes, making Leah fake a big “Ha” and sit on the sofa too.

“Did she ever go to one?” 

Pam grabs my face and turns it around. “You never been in one?!” I shake my head, and remove her hand off my face, the team is in the 10 yard. 

They let me enjoy the touchdown screaming and spilling a few drops of my drink. “I don’t know if you remember I was busy for months.” 

Pam choke white her drink before talking. “We finished that 3 weeks ago. Come on Y/N it’s november! He plays every week!”

“I know! It’s just…” I turn around seeing any of the girls actually paying attention to the T.V, their eyes on me. “I want to make it special, you know.” 

“The mere act of you being in the crowd is so special for him.” Leah crosses her legs and Pam nods effusively.

Leah looks at Pam who smiles big, both of them facing the T.V “I have a plan.” 

“What is?” Leah smiles with her lips on the glass.

Late at night with the girls sleeping Joe and I made our daily video call. They leave Chicago taking with them a win. 

“Great game!” I see him smiling walking to the airplane. “So proud of you.” 

Chase appeared behind him waving his hand. “My boy was on fire, didn’t he?” 

Joe chuckles as Chase keeps walking. “I’m sorry for not staying for the game.” He shook his head.

“I got it, you and Leah must be tired, it was amazing at least seeing you in the warm ups.” Joe smiles at the camera. “Your parents will come to the next game with the Ravens.”

My parents adopted the habit of not missing a game if Joe invited them, and Joe gladly hosted them. Even their parents meet mine faster than I did. 

“Big game, huh?” If they win that game the playoffs are clinched. If they don't do well, they have to work harder on the next ones.

“Absolutely.” I heard someone call him, it’s time to board. “I have to go, I’ll text you, ok?” 

I nod. “Love you.” Joe giggles and repeats the same words. 

Pam and Leah's plan must work, because I will do anything to keep that smile on him.

A high rivalry game, by the entrance you can see it in the atmosphere. It's a strip white game, with a lot of white t-shirts, beanies, scarfs and striking items in white, it looks really far away. In the warm up you can see Joe with a serious face fully focused on the game.

We talk and agree that if he doesn’t feel comfortable calling me the day before at the game or the game day, he keeps texting me until he has to put his uniform on, so his last text came 40 minutes before the game starts, clear and concise. <I love you.>

Since the first quartet you can see it was a tough game, even though they prolong the plays for both teams the touchdown zone is so close but so far at the same time so far, leaving them only with field goals.

“No, this doesn't seem like the right game.” I stop in the middle of the hallway pulling Leah from her hand. 

“Y/N!” It’s not a surprise if Joe watches from the very first second of the game, right?

“It’s an important game, I don’t want to be a distraction.” Leah rolls her eyes, takes her phone and puts it in front of me.

A few days ago, Leah texts asking him what’s the best zone for watching the game with the excuse she will go with a guy and wants to impress him with a good view of the game,  he answers her. 

>“Is there any chance that guy could turn out to be Y/N?” 

When Leah sent that screenshot I could swear I have a mini heart attack. 

“What if he…” Leah didn’t let me speak and pulled me inside Paycor, where she bought a ticket in the zone Joe suggested. 

You can see white and black with small dots of purple but from where we sit down, you could see at your right end zone and at your left the bench where the Bengals are sitting. Our seat is on the first row, and the Bengals have the ball.

Joe at the other side of the field, giving some indications and getting the team in formation, but sadly there were 5 plays and they had to go out, just reaching the middle of the field. Chase was just a few yards from the touchdown but Joe was sacked. 

Chase walks out of the field clearly frustrated, like I was using telepathy he raises his eyes and sees me, it took him a few seconds to process but when he did, he walked back and saw me one more time.

“Aye girl!” Chase screams and points at me, shaking his head, but his helmet is still on.

By the time the Ravens took the ball, they reached the 20 yard and Lamar made it a personal touchdown taking the ball and running, the field goal put them officially 0-7.

Leah and I keep screaming and animating with all the people in the stadium as the Bengals take the ball one more time, when they reach the middle of the field one more time I thought Joe was about to be sack one more time but he get out of the pocket, throwing a dime to Higgins in the 14 yard of the Ravens, gettin the people wild. 

“Let’s go!” I scream hugging Leah who’s been screaming every time she can.

Joe distributes the time and plays wisely, taking their time approaching until they get to the 5 yard and find Chase easily in the middle practically alone, touchdown. 

After his griddy, Joe hugs Chase, hitting helmets, as they walk back together Chase points to where we are. Joe takes out his helmet and smiles at me, with a side to side smile on his face, whispering “Love you.” I wink at him making a heart with my hands.

“Well, I expected this to happen in the mid time but hey! It works!” Leah hugs me and whispers around us couldn't wait.

The game was full of excitement and constant balling from both teams, by the minute 3 of the last quarter Joe made an amazing throw in the end zone leaving the score at 29-21, and keeping the ball; a loss from the Raves, it’s a W for them.

Their friendly congratulations to all the players, with the cameras around him you can see Joe is clearly in a rush for everything ends, as he walks to the locker room, he high fives with the fans and me, but his fingers keep holding mine a few seconds more showing me a cute smile.

Joe keeps walking by the time Leah and I lose him, I push her to keep walking. “Let’s go to part two!” 

“What? You didn’t say anything about part two.” I excuse myself as I walk pushing Leah.

It wasn’t strange that players kept seeing me with suspicious eyes. I’m a girl in the parking lot holding a bouquet of flowers in front of Joe's car. 

Joe walks with the phone on his head; I giggle because mine keeps buzzing in my pocket. After Joe raises his eyes, I smile and run to him literally jump over him when I can.

“Omg, you’re here!” Joe grabs my head and hugs me tight. 

“Surprise! But hey, the flowers.” Joe gives a peck on my lips grabbing the bouquet, but I scrunch my nose. 

Joe smiles and smells the flowers. “What?” 

“Don’t take me wrong but I was expecting more than that, a <I’m plump> it would be great.” Joe smirks.

“Who will say the girl who reluctantly grabs my hand now wants more.” I scoff both of us laughing.

I raise my hands in a surrender way about to start to walk. “Ok, I deserve it.” Three steps and Joe pulls me by my arm to him

A take a breath away kiss, he kisses me first tenderly, he splits a little bit for speaking so close to my lips. “I’m definitely plump.”

He grabs my face firmly and kisses me with all the love and excitement he’s been containing, claiming every inch of my lips.