#heckin' miracles!

[strayheartless]

Cloud wakes up one morning in Edge, and everything is normal...but he feels like someone something is missing. He's used to it, his memory is shit these days, whatever.

Squall wakes up one morning, in his queen sized bed, all alone. Huh, that's unusual totally normal, like he gives a shit.

Neither of them realize time and space warped them into the same world for 10 years, where they got together, then warped them out and erased them from each other's memories and worlds.

😈

I know I asked for this but HECKIN’ OWWWWWWWWWWWW.

***

Denzel is pretty used to Cloud taking a second to recognise him in the morning. Tifa and Marlene say it happens sometimes, and he’s lived with them long enough now to know that it’s not personal. Still, this morning seems particularly bad.

Cloud is staring at him perplexed across the breakfast table, ignoring his own toast. He blinks hard a couple of times, then shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut tighter. He looks upset by something, maybe even a little confused.

“Cloud, is everything okay?” Tifa asks from the sink and Cloud opens his eyes breathing deeply.

“Yeah,” he mutters, reaching out to push Denzel’s bangs out of his eyes.

“Has your hair gotten lighter?” He asks and Denzel makes a confused sound.

“I don’t think so,” he says.

Cloud pulls his hand back, letting the hair flop back into place and Scrubs at his face, frustrated.

“Hey,” Tifa rounds the table and kneels next to his chair. “You sure your okay? You look spooked,”

Cloud let his head hang for a second, gripping at his own neck so hard that Tifa reaches out to extract his nails from his nape.

“I- I feel like I’m missing something. Like someone should be here and they’re not. But I can’t tell who,”

“Marlene?” Zel guesses but Cloud shakes his head.

“Were you dreaming about Zack and Aerith again?” Was Tifa’s guess.

“Not that I can remember,” Cloud shakes his head again and lets Tifa take over massaging his neck.

They were all familiar with Clouds spotty memory. Sometimes he forgot Aerith was dead. Sometimes he would wake up and insist that he had to go meet Zack at some hole in the wall pizza joint that hadn’t existed since Meteor fall. On really bad days he didn’t talk, just stared at everyone like he didn’t know who they were. Like he was completely vacant.

“Do you want me to call your Clients for today and postpone deliveries?”

“No,” Cloudbutted his head against Tifa’s shoulder, something he’d taken to doing as a sign of affection when his words were failing him.

She ruffled the back of his hair and let him get on his way.

There weren’t many deliveries that day anyway. His first was Cid and as he walked into the shop he almost dropped the box at the sight of Shera. He doesn’t know why, but he hadn’t expected her to be there. The Workshop looked wrong too. Had Cid painted the hill of the Gum- airship? Cloud tsked. He liked the red better.

“Hey kid, Y’alright?” Cloud jumps again. He swings round to see Cid squinting at him from behind his shouldering goggles.

“Yeah,” he not-quite-lies. “Just having an off day… feel like I’ve lost something. Don’t know what,”

Cid snorts.

“That’s called getting old son,”

“That’s called almost drowning in Mako twice chief,” Cloud bites back, but there’s no real heat to it.

“Yeah yeah, you’re a walk-in’ talking’ miracle. I got it,” he hands Cloud the cash for delivery and Cloud pockets it without checking. Even if it wasn’t all there, he knew Cid was good for it. Even if he wasn’t Cloud would let him off. He always did for friends.

“You got many more o’these?” Cid asked, sucking on the end of his cigarette. Cloud thought it was a tooth pick… weird.

“Couple. Headed out to Kalm next.”

“Well you be careful, it’s gettin’ Squally out there,”

Cloud freezes. The image of a face burns itself into the forefront of his mind. A hand holding his that just a touch bigger. A body in his bed that he knows is going to start out on the other side of the bed, but will inevitably Koala itself to his back. A dumb jacket with an even dumber white fur collar. A slim set of hips adorned with far too many belts to be practical. A Gunblade. A scar across the bridge of a wonderfully sloped nose. A set of warm Hazelnut eyes.

Squall.

Clouds knees give out, hitting the tiled floor with a horrific crack.

He Screams at the sky.

****

“Can I help you Quistis?” Squall grumbles as he flips through the mornings reports. She’s been stood in his office too long and if she keeps staring at him like that he’s going to end up growsing something he regrets.

Fuck, his head is pounding.

“You seem off today.” She says like it’s an off hand comment. Squall resists the urge to roll his eyes.

“Didn’t sleep well.” He mutters, scribbling his signature at the bottom of a page. The next set of papers is about refurbishments to the western corridors. He massages between his eyes with the knuckle of his pointer finger.

Hadn’t they done that at the beginning of last year? Sora had talked his ear off about it being too much of a rabbit warr-

Who?

Squall blinks. Who the hell was Sora?

“Are you sure that’s all it is? Rinoa says you’ve been pretty in and out all day,”

“And I suppose Rinoa is the foremost authority on my moods,” it’s a unnecessary bite, one that he doesn’t even know the reason for. His wife is absolutely the authority on his mood swings. She’s generally the only one that can handle them.

No she isn’t.

Squall puts his pen down and places his head in his hands. His headache felt like someone was drilling into his eyes and temple. He just wants today to be over. He wants to go back home to C-

To Rinoa.

Quistis looks at him for a second, before seemingly deciding it’s not worth arguing with him. Instead she waits for him to finish signing papers while she looks out of his office window.

“Sure is Cloudy today,”

There’s a crash from behind her and as she spins around she finds Squall on his hands and knees on the carpet heaving up the pasty and Coffee she’d brought him. He’s sobbing hysterically as his mind faces a million miles a second and his head feels like it’s going to explode with the pressure of the memories.

A hand a little smaller than his, that was calloused and almost always covered in motor oil. A tiny waist that was just right for wrapping his arms around in the early mornings and late nights. Broad shoulders clad in paldrons. A wold at his heart. A wolf in his ear. The most dazzlingly blue eyes Squall has event seen. Bright blond hair. A stupidly large sword wrapped in bandages so he “didn’t hurt the kid”. A scarred sternum and torso under his hand.

Cloud.

Squall passed out from the pain.

[thalialunacy]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

I won't likely get tagged in this as I've only written 2.5 Sherlock stories 😂 but I started thinking about my whole oeuvre (140 works over twenty years) and got intrigued. I ended up unintentionally picking things from only the last thirteen years.

In no particular order:

When the Worst Part Begins (BBC Sherlock, Sherlock/John, M, 6k) - Love it or hate it, the tone of this was a joy to craft.

Whupped (Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, T, 1.5k) - "I could see Eliot's eyebrows every step of the way, despite them not being mentioned once. " -- best comment

You're Only In Trouble if You Get Caught (BBC Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, M, 15k) - Okay listen, I had to have somewhere to complain about what it's like to wear medieval women's clothing in damp fields.

Parallel Motion, Or: Fate, Crunchy Cheetos, and a Bunch of Other Things Chris Pine Didn't Believe In (Star Trek AOS RPF, Chris/Karl, E, 23k) If you search Chris/Karl on AO3 by kudos, hits, or bookmarks, this werewolf mpreg story comes up first and that's a sentence I never thought I'd say.

How to Fake a Miracle, Or: It's Not Necromancy if You're Doing it For Love (um BBC Merlin / Supernatural / Leverage / Fast & Furious / Lie to Me, Merlin/Arthur, M, 30k) - Some of my best dialog, bar none. Dean is so heckin fun to write.

And I'm only gonna tag @lttrsfrmlnrrgby because tbh I'm dead curious <3

[nice-and-accurate-ramblings]

⚠️WARNING: Spoilers for Good Omens Season 2 Episode 6 below the cut!

DO NOT CLICK BELOW THE CUT IF YOU DON’T WANT SPOILERS! I’m live-blogging this because I need emotional support apparently

Eight battery operated candles,,, no more open flames in the bookshop I see

“It all looked so simple in Jane Austen :(” Aziraphale have I mentioned that I love you

JANE AUSTEN DIAMOND ROBBERY IS A STORY I STILL VERY MUCH NEED

Bees :)

Oh god Angel Crowley look is infinitely worse in context for some reason

SOCKS AND SANDALS CROWLEY. REALLY.

WHAT IS THAT WALK, I-

Maggie has BALLS and I love her

MAGGIE STAY BEHIND THE THRESHOLD PLEASE

Shax I am going to fight you

MAGGIE I FUCKING LOVE YOU

oh no

Oh no

That was an invitation

This is vampire rules isn’t it

Fuck

OH no

never thought I would be happy to see that circle light up

“You can all leave now and nobody will be hurt” “you’ll be hurt”

Hey uh. Did the theme song change? That guitar riff is new?

Wait yeah things have DEFINITELY changed in the theme song, unless I’m crazy I don’t think the Bentley drove through the theater before?

SOMETHING IS UP IN THE DOWN THEME SONG

Crowley is so fuckin smug lmao

Crowley has adopted Muriel hasn’t he

“I don’t have clearance. You’d have to be a throne or a dominion or above.” Crowley just opened the fucking file. “I haven’t always been a demon, and they never change their passwords.” COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL GUESS ITS TIME TO REVISIT THAT ASK ABOUT THE HIERARCHY OF HEAVEN

Aziraphale really said siege warfare o_o

“Does what you say make sense in your head?” Nina I love you

MOTHERFUCKERS IT WAS AN ARMAGEDDON PLOT!! I WAS RIGHT!! … and wrong, Gabriel was a dissenter!!

Gabriel is a major asshole but he is uh. An asshole opposed to Armageddon: The Sequel

NINA AND MAGGIE YOU BADASSES

“Why all the fire extinguishers?” I AM CRYING

Oh no. Saraquel is sharp o_o

Oh my god they were coworkers

He is Crowley’s emotional support Angel and it happens to be mutual thank you very much 🙄

Nina and Maggie my beloveds

What the fuck happened for Gabriel to be against Armageddon, I need to know

FOR IT TO HAPPEN TWICE

Was Crowley- WAS THAT TALKING ABOUT SATAN OR ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE

“Junior recording Angel, 38th class” congrats Muriel, you’re no longer the lowest ranking Angel in heaven!

THE BOX!!

He’s letting them throw books, they’re desperate, Crowley HURRY

Okay so his memory was in the matchbox that was in the box but fell out?

IS THAT A HALO?

AZIRAPHALE HAS A HALO!!!

oh that. That killed a lot of demons.

Yes I believe you did in fact just start a war. Holy shit.

HE BLEW UP HIS HALO. Well fuck.

“Apparently if we do a miracle together it all works a bit too well” yes hm you two do work very well together don’t you 👀

SO THAT’S WHAT THE FLY IS!! CROWLEY YOU ARE HECKIN SMART

This is some ineffable bureaucracy if I’ve ever seen it

Everyday playing in the background 👀

WELL. THIS IS INTERESTING.

bobbing my head along to Everyday with Gabriel and Beelzebub :)

OKAY I DIDN’T. EXPECT THIS. BUT I AM ENJOYING IT VERY MUCH.

“I JUST FOUND SOMETHING THAT MATTERED MORE TO ME THAN CHOOSING SIDES” OKAY. OKAY YEAH. MHM YUP YES OKAH YES

I am going insane.

I was not expecting these two to get together before azicrow

IT IS VERY QUIET AND GENTLE AND ROMANTIC INDEED

The Metatron is a surprise homie

OKAY. SO CROWLEY APPARENTLY JUST. KNEW THE METATRON. AZIRAPHALE IS ALL AWED BUT CROWLEY IS LIKE “OH YEAH. YOU.” The Angel Crowley lore deepens

Don’t call Muriel dim >:(

“We need a little us time” 👀

HE’S CLEANING UP THE BOOK SHOP FOR HIM I AM CRYING

NINA CALLING MAGGIE ANGEL- I AM GOING TO COMBUST. HELLLP

oh my god if they just convinced Crowley to have an honest conversation

Metatron. What was that. Stay the fuck away from them. Mind your fucking business.

Muriel was given The Crow Road :)

AZIRAPHALE LET HIM TALK

No.

No. Noooo no no no no.

OUR SIDE AZIRAPHALE. OUR FUCKING SIDE.

Don’t you dare. What happened to the “I regret nothing” on your playlist.

YOU DON’T WANT TO GO BACK TO HEAVEN.

I SWEAR, DON’T DO THIS

TO-

I-

“Well obviously you said no to hell, you’re the bad guys!” WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE?! WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR OWN SIDE?!?!?!

I’m going to simply pass away now.

Stop. STOP. HE WAS SO HONEST AND THIS IS- CROWLEY IS CRYING AND IM CRYING AND

nooo not the glasses 😭😭😭😭😭

No nightengales,,, we could’ve been us

“I forgive you” cool cool cool cool cool cool cool I have been stabbed in the chest

The second coming?!?!?! Fuck

NOT HIM TURNING OFF “A NIGHTINGALE SANG IN BARKLEY SQUARE”

I am unwell

I am going to need so much fanfic after this

I WAS JOKING WHEN I SAID I WAS LIVE-BLOGGING FOR MORAL SUPPORT

HOW LONG UNTIL SEASON THREE 😭😭😭😭

[quinloki]

Roronoa Zoro - Sweet

Requestor: @sunshinegat0r Reader Vibes Requested: AFAB she/her CW: Hospital, injuries, references to a car accident, loads of guilt

Notes: Ahhh... I'm realizing I wrote this in the Wrong AU - Gat0r I'm so sorry, I hope this is okay. I wrote this in the Mafia City AU, and not the Grandline Metro AU >.< Mega Oops on my part.

Please note in this AU the Reader is the adopted daughter of Edward Newgate (who is Law's Father's Father, making them Aunt and Nephew.) This AU was used in Family Ties and Family Practice (the reader is not adopted in that one, but it's the same world and Reader)

This is heckin' embarrassing I can't believe I confused my own AUs 😅😵‍💫

“Whaddya mean-!” Zoro couldn’t believe his ears, he pushed back on Law reflexively before he managed to calm down.

“… She… she doesn’t remember me?” The question is in disbelief, and Law’s never heard the rough-edged fighter sound so broken before, or look it.

“It’s barely been a full day since the wreck, Zoro-ya.” He answers, moving to physically put his face in front of Zoro’s and get his attention. “It’s a miracle she was awake in the first place.”

Understanding crosses his features and he steps back from the doctor and the door to your room. He’s quiet for a moment, taking in the sounds of the hospital, and the steady beep from your room.

“Is it… safe for me to see her right now?”

“Safe, how?”

“Will she… will it hurt her to see me?” He questions, brows furrowing. “I don’t want to go in there for myself if it’ll… I don’t know, upset her, to see me.”

“… She’s sleeping for now. If you don’t stay too long you can see her.” Law answers. “I can text you when she’s up tomorrow, I still have to break the news to her brothers.”

Zoro nods, stepping around Law and moving into your room. You looked peaceful, despite the bandages and wires hooked up to you. It was almost impossible to believe you were actually awake.

It was hard to believe you were alive.

You’d picked up extra shifts to help him with the busy season and the two of you were running solo for the last two weeks. Hell, all six drivers Zoro had were running solo just trying to keep up with the need for the holidays.

It was a hit and run, and he hadn’t been there.

He could have been, though. If he had been willing to have everyone work a little longer, he could’ve paired people up the way he preferred. It wasn’t the law to have two people in the truck, but it was the usual process for him - for his business.

And the one time he decides different, this is the cost.

Sitting by your bed, Zoro puts his head in his hands, trying desperately to keep his spiraling emotions in check. This can’t be about his guilt, not so soon, not until he knows. If you don’t recover properly, if your memory doesn’t return, then he’ll cut himself out of your life of his own will. He won’t let you risk yourself again, not because of him.

The burden of this will be his to bear alone.

He can take it.

He can’t trade places with you, so ensuring he’s never the reason you hurt is a small price.

You’ve got dozens of brothers, adopted darling of the Newgate family. No one in this city would purposefully hurt you, and hells, that might be the reason the driver fled the scene in the first place.

Not that such an act would save them. You made friends with Doflamingo accidentally, and there’s no way someone so well-connected would let the culprit get away.

If only Newgate and Doflamingo would turn their ire on him. Even if you recover fully what he did was-

“You’re ‘pose’ta read to someone in a coma,” you mutter, lips and body heavy from the aches and exhaustion. Zoro looks up, wide-eyed and agog to the point of it being comical. “Or confess about how much you love ‘em,” you add, giving him a weak smile.

“Wha-.” He stares. “Law- The doc said you’d be asleep for a while.”

“Docs worry too much,” you reply, giving him a small smile. “You okay?”

“Am - Am I okay?” He nearly barks. “Are you kidding me right now?”

You shake your head. “You look like hell, Marimo.”

“Have you seen- wait,” Zoro freezes, on his feet, hands on the railing on the side of your hospital bed. “Do you… remember me?”

“I’ve known you most of my life, how could I forget you?” You grunt, the words nearly a grumble.

“What… what do you remember?” He questions, sitting back down. You can see the blood already starting to drain out of his face.

“What do you mean, what do I remember?”

“You couldn’t remember your name earlier.” A gruff voice says from the doorway, as Law walks in. He seems to be glaring at Zoro, but Law’s default face was kind of glare-y. He covers the distance from door to bedside quickly and is already shining a very annoying light in your eyes.

“I don’t remember being up before now,” you growl, squinting against the light. “I should’ve stayed asleep if you were just going to blind me.”

Law moves the light away an frowns. “What’s your name?”

“… (Y/N), Newgate (Y/N) since Pops adopted me, making me your aunt.” You answer, flipping him off even though the action made your arm ache.

Law continued to ask you a series of questions, and you knew most of them were because he had to. You must’ve really worried him the first time you supposedly came around, even though you couldn’t remember it, cause he laid out all twenty questions.

Zoro went through an impressive number of emotions, trying desperately to maintain his composure and not interrupt Law. It was cute on the one hand, but if he had been afraid you’d forgotten him, well, that would explain his earlier behavior.

Law leaves the two of you once he’s satisfied, and even offers to have a cot brought in so Zoro can stay the night.

Zoro’s head is back in his hands, and you give him a few moments.

“If I hadn’t,” he starts, voice shaky. “We should’ve…” He shakes his head. “I shouldn’t had put one driver to one truck. This is my-.”

“It’s the driver’s fault.” You interject. “I had,” you wince a little trying to sit up and Zoro moves to help you, adjusting the bed as you talk. “My high-vis vest on and everything. They cut down the alley so fast, there was no helping it.”

You chuckle a little, pained and short. “If I hadn’t jumped,” you shake your head. “No, never mind. I’m here… so… stay with me.” You reach out and he takes your hand without hesitation. “I’m lost without you, Zoro, so please… please don’t take a guilt trip and leave me alone.”

Hanging his head he snorts, shaking his head enough his earrings chime. “That was terrible.”

You smile. “It was perfect.” You tighten your grip on his hand. “Promise me.”

“I promise.” He says, kissing your fingers gently.

“Every other delivery company runs one driver to one truck.” You continue to push. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“… I did one thing wrong.” He insists. “I should’ve hired on more help. I shouldn’t have compromised how I run my business.”

You sigh. “I suppose I can accept that.”

The two of you stayed that way quietly for a few long minutes, the steady beep of your heart monitor and the quiet din of activity in the hall the only sounds for a little bit.

“Zoro?” You prompt and he looks at you after kissing the top of your hand.

“Yeah?”

“If… If I ever do forget, don’t… don’t let me, okay?”

“Huh?”

“No matter the circumstances, promise you’ll help me remember.” You assert. “Everything. All of it, every time… please.”

“Every time.” He promises, kissing your hand again.

[noyzinerd]

Derek the Doggo

Now, I've read a few Sterek AU fics where Derek has to pretend he's a dog/wolf and gets adopted by Stiles, who is none the wiser. Stiles usually talks to his "pet" in these as if he were talking to a person.

That's nice and all, but can someone PLEASE give me a Stiles that speaks to fully-shifted wolf Derek like a tumblr millennial raised on the internet? Like the single, poorly socialized, unhinged, expending-waaaay-too-much-energy-into-his-"fur-baby" dog-mom I know he'd be?

Like, Stiles holding up a mirror up to Derek and going "It you!"

Or, when Derek lays belly-up, paws to the ceiling, and stretches his toes wide, Stiles says sagely, "Ah, yes.The beans are coming in nicely this year."

Or Stiles putting Derek in a hotdog costume.

Or decorating his entire place with balloons and streamers and ordering an elaborate, dog-safe cake made of peanut butter and Milkbones to celebrate their one-month-iversary since the adoption.

Stiles hiring a professional baby photographer for a photoshoot.

Stiles setting up a Zoom call for Derek with another friend's dog, in which, Derek just sits there, looking awkwardly between Stiles and the other dog like "What exactly am I supposed to do here?", because he's a full grown man expected to have a "conversation" over videochat with a dog like they're supposed to bark back and forth about the weather or park recommendations or something.

Stiles making Derek a Twitter account and constantly posting as him in doggo speak (which he reads out loud, in a voice he imagines Derek would have, as he types). Like "Henlo! I is heckin good boi derk! Big anger! Much grump!" Or "No bork. Only O\m/O". Or "Mmmm hooman shoes omnomnomnom 😋"

And when Derek tears into things or misbehaves in an attempt to upset Stiles, he's just met with a psuedo-stern "Wuh-oh. Looks like Hurricane Derek strikes again. I hereby sentence you to 3 hours of cruel and unusual punishment!" Before being put in a cone of shame.

Bonus points if, after Derek shifts back, it turns out Stiles already knew he was a werewolf (maybe not the whole time, but definitely early on). He just wanted to see how far he could push things until the mysterious werewolf he had adopted finally showed himself and revealed whatever he was planning.

(If there is, by miracles of miracles, already a fic like this, recs would by greatly appreciated!)

[princess-of-the-corner]

Queen's Second Chance+ Isekai Chloe.

Fanon Chloe regreting her descions get's a visit from Truck-kun and get's sent to season 1 canon.

I was real heckin scared there for a second because I thought you meant she gets Isekaied after the very disasterous Miracle Queen of QSC and then is just suddenly in the bnha world believeing that all her friends are dead and it's her fault.

[seafoodpun]

Finally finished a Dune fic...

I never manage to finish fics, I swear, even little short one-shots, so the fact that I started AND finished one in just an hour or two is a heckin' miracle. And then AO3 is down and I moped so hard it took another solid hour for it to occur to me that I could post it on Tumblr and then upload it to AO3 tomorrow when it's back up.

Anyhoo, stomping down the nerves to post a thing. 😅😬🫣

Mouth to Mouth

“If you wanted to kiss me all that badly, all you had to do was ask,” Gurney tried to joke, but his self-deprecating huff of a laugh turned into a painful cough before it even emerged.  His throat already felt like he’d been gargling razor blades from the effort of expelling the sea water, and the cough also jolted the ribs he was now sure were at least cracked.

Lying back, he pressed a palm to his side and felt two of them grate against themselves and upgraded those to broken.  Distracted by the pain, it took another moment to realize that the silence was stretching awkwardly.  Rewinding the past several moments in his mind Gurney paused and then closed his eyes.  God in heaven.  Added on top of the humiliation of needing to be hauled out of the sea by his na-duke and the pain and inconvenience of broken ribs from the rescue breathing, a formal rebuke going into his service file would really round this out as the worst day in recent memory.

It had to be clear that it was a joke, but it was a poor joke, poorly thought out, poorly timed, and poorly delivered.  Not thought out at all, if he were to be honest, but the past year Gurney had rather gotten out of the habit of being honest with himself when it came to how he reacted around Paul.

Beyond having grown into a beautiful young man whose natural command was tempered by a wicked sense of humor, the Atreides heir had matured into a confident, competent person who, frustratingly, Gurney found deeply appealing.  Painfully competent, in this case, as he had certainly taken to heart the lesson that with the mouth to mouth breathing, rescue compressions needed to be hard enough that they might leave damage in their wake if they were to be effective.

He had a lifetime of practice setting aside physical discomfort, so Gurney’s mind was starting to work overtime on how to mitigate the offense.  Resigning himself to face whatever consequences awaited him for his ill advised attempt to make light of needing to be rescued, he looked up at Paul.  He found the young man’s face utterly unreadable and cursed internally.  Holding his intense gaze was more of an effort than Gurney wished to admit, fighting the cowardly impulse to shut his eyes again and hide away from the situation he’d managed to get himself into.  But he was anything but a coward, so he–

“May I kiss you?”

Gurney’s mind stumbled over itself to an ungraceful stop.  Try as he might, he could not marshal a single thought, the low voiced question echoing in his mind over and over.  Paul’s expression didn’t change when he asked, or after, as he waited for Gurney to manage any sort of response.

“...Alright,” Gurney finally croaked, at a complete loss.

Paul’s face broke out of the unnerving blankness, but Gurney still couldn’t read whatever he was feeling or thinking.  From where he was kneeling on the deck beside Gurney it was a simple matter for him to bend to put them face to face, a hand planted in the water above his shoulder still seeping from his soaked shirt.  Paul’s other hand came up to frame his jaw, thumb sweeping over part of his beard, and Gurney swallowed hard, despite his ravaged throat.

There was a slight pause, as if even after asking he was being offered an opportunity to demur or turn away, and then warm lips pressed to his, lingering, but not moving.  It was wholly different from the frantic press of a mouth over his to force air into his waterlogged lungs barely a quarter of an hour before, but Gurney’s heart kicked up a rhythm that could match the speed of earlier.

Paul pulled back enough to study Gurney’s face.  Gurney found himself panting shallowly, having hardly dared to breathe when Paul was, was–  He wasn’t sure what Paul saw in his expression, but the other man hummed briefly as if he’d come to some conclusion and then ducked his head to bring their mouths together again.  This time his mouth moved on his and Gurney tilted his head to press up into the kiss, any reserve he’d been clinging to crumbling.  

Paul hardly parted their mouths as he curled his fingertips under Gurney’s jaw to turn his face slightly.  “Paul?” Gurney rasped out, not quite sure what question he was asking.  Paul’s response of his own name was low and insistent, said almost into his mouth as he sank into a deeper kiss.  It sent a spike of heat through Gurney that redoubled when a tongue pressed into his welcoming mouth.  He could feel his pulse thundering in his neck, his temples, his cock, his fingertips with every stroke of Paul’s tongue against his.

Paul moaned into his mouth and Gurney took a sharp breath at the sound and feel of it, but then flinched at the spike of pain from his ribs.  Paul pulled back instantly as Gurney’s hand fell from where it had apparently fisted in the other man’s shirt without him realizing to hold his side again.  He grimaced, trying to take another deep breath slowly.  Paul’s brow was furrowed with worry, but his face was flushed and his pupils were blown wide with his reaction to their kissing and the rush of lust Gurney felt at the sight overwhelmed the pain.  His impulse to pull Paul back down to him was conquered by common sense a moment later.

“I’m going to call in an evac,” Paul told him, sitting up on his knees.  “I can’t handle a boat this big on my own to get us back.  Father is going to be insufferable.  ‘An Atreides should be a consummate sailor.  You need more practice on the water.’”

His impression of the duke was both fond and not terribly flattering.  Gurney snorted in amusement despite the physical discomfort and the creeping bit of panic that was starting to grow at the reminder of Leto with the feel of this friend’s son still lingering on his lips.

“Never mind the fact this was supposed to be me getting practice, even though he doesn’t have time to sail with me these days.”

Paul started to push himself up to his feet, but stopped at the last second and leaned down to steal another lush kiss as if he couldn’t help himself.  He framed Gurney’s face with both hands and lingered for an endless set of heartbeats before tearing himself away and hurrying to the cabin for the satellite communications relay.

Gurney lay on the deck of the old fashioned sailing vessel and stared up at the clouds chasing across the blue sky.  From start to end, this trip hadn’t gone to plan and he felt at sea as metaphorically as he was literally.  He had no clear idea how he’d ended up in the water, and if possible even less of an idea how Paul and he had gotten to this point.  He didn’t know what it meant for his position in the Duke’s household, or what it meant for Paul and him, if it really meant anything beyond now, or…

The sound of wind snapping the lines against the mast and canvas filling as the sail bellied out preceded the deck tilting gently as the sail boat started picking up speed and dipped its nose into the first wave.  Despite Paul’s earlier dismissal of his own skills, Gurney trusted him to get them back safely single handedly.  As he watched the clouds seem to change direction as they came about, he ruminated that that’s what it really came down to: he trusted Paul.

All in all, even with the broken ribs threatening to have him off duty for weeks recovering, today was shaping up to be the best day in recent memory.

[your-local-uwu-artist]

OHBNH KORD MY FRICKEN KDYBOARD S T IO P P E D WORKINGNOUT OF NO WHEREEEEEE BUT SENSE A NEW ONE JS PRICEY AND TECHNICALLY THE DEVICE STILL FUNCTIKNS - okay on a semi related sidentoe if I by some miracle managed to set up a kofi would any of y'all be interested in commissions?? Probably with cheap sketch options so like 3-10 dollars???? Money would go towards what seems to be a pattern in my life: Replacing Microsoft surface parts (I've had heckin lije 5 charger replac memts jn the last 4 or so months)

[trossibop]

quick rant. you know what, im actually not sad or angry actually im kinda happy, at least the game was entertaining, i had fun, i couldnt feel my legs during the jo pen which is good, the team was impressive, and it gives me a lot of hope for the future! no miracle but that was to be expected. but that game went a lot better than i couldve ever imagined,,, so lets go fcb ig.?? also i heckin love the allianz arena the fans are >>>>

[ineffableigh]

Shoutout to @goodoldfashionednightingale - an excellent catch!

Very interesting that his shirt is different only there. The screenshot I have above is from Season Two as well, during the Big Heckin' Miracle scene in episode one. Makes me wonder if it really is a shirt with separate collar, as used to be the norm.

Now I'm gonna have to look through other episodes to see what collar he's got LOL.

The costume details in Good Omens never cease to amaze me

I was working on cosplay research and looked up 'men's dress shirt rounded collar' since I noticed Aziraphale's blue dress shirt collar is rounded, not pointed:

So it turns out...

"The rounded collar was part of Eton College‘s dress code beginning in the mid-1800s. Because men wanted to be perceived as belonging to this exclusive club, the rounded, or “club” collar was copied by the masses." (Source)

Between that and the fact that Aziraphale's waistcoat, from what I can find, most closely matches shawl collar waistcoat designs from the 1830s, and his waistcoat at Saint James Park in 1862 is the first one we see him wear that most closely resembles his 'modern day' one, it's safe to say our lad is stuck at the start of the 19th century.

Which COULD be hilarious given undergarment styles of the time:

Through the late 19th century - union suits! Lovely for cold London winters.

1907...

However, I suspect 1940s style to be most likely, as it seems to be what he emulated when pretending to be Crowley at the end of Season 1.

1940s undergarments:

Anyway this has been your fashion history dork brain dump LOL

[mylittlechangeling]

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[chubabub]

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I'll tag @aniceplacetovisit @asoftbutwildflower @lalunetranquille @lafemmedemon @dead-and-hungry @a-cosmic-bandit @thecolombianviking @lollobendix @biotic-banshee @cultivate--saplings @scarsoftheshatteredsky @theashenone @bizzyfish @bridgesinthesky @shores-of-nothingness No pressure! Only if ya feel like it ^-^

[saiikavon]

There’s just so much to love about Chat Blanc, honestly. I’m not gonna be over it for weeks.

I mean, these are mostly my thoughts, everyone’s going to have a different take, but...

The main thing that gets me about it is the tragedy of their circumstances. All the pieces were stacked against them and led to something disastrous. They’re both young and excited and in love and were they any other two people, the consequences of that would be minimal, even nonexistent. They could be happy, they could make mistakes, they could be teenagers in love just like anyone else...but only if they were just Adrien and Marinette, and only if Gabriel Agreste was not who he was.

The fact is that the consequences Marinette faced for using her powers for her own purposes were not her fault, but she and Adrien were forced, are always forced, to take responsibility for those consequences, because they are the only ones who will. Gabriel Agreste will not. They are not allowed to be teenagers who do crazy things like sneak into their crush’s house to leave them a present.

“Our love destroyed the world,” Chat Blanc said, because to an akumatized mind, a mind so battered by the selfishness of his own father, a mind already accustomed to taking on the responsibilities of a hero at so young an age...what other conclusion would he draw?

What other conclusion will Marinette draw? Disasters that occur are, to her, her own fault, because she and her kitty are the only ones who will take responsibility. Her more than him, because she can purify the akumas and undo the damage they’ve done. It goes back to that old saying...you can’t control others’ actions, you can only control your own. Marinette’s mistake did not create Chat Blanc, Hawk Moth did. But her mistake was the only one she could fix by herself.

I guess that’s what I find so brilliant about the whole thing. The episode didn’t feel like it was blaming them, rather it was laying out the burden that Marinette would later break down over in Miracle Queen. The burden she’s been learning more and more about all season, through Kwami Buster, through Feast. It was showing us how young they still are, how vulnerable, despite the job they were handed. How much growing they still have to do.

And Felix is supposed to be just as terrifying...I wonder what it will show us?

[firelxdykatara]

is miracle queen not out in english yet???

anyone know when it’s gonna get released???

[horsapalooza]

hey nerds while i’m here. add me on discord, ya nuggets.

[songforeddiemunson]

Hi, I'm Liv. I am a married millennial in my 30's. I write for Eddie Munson and generally hyperfixate on Joe Quinn.

🔞 WARNING: I write and reblog fics about consenting adults getting themselves into situations™️ that are not suitable for minors. 🔞

✨ This blog is a safe space; no hate, no ship wars. ✨

I'm ship-neutral and write reader insert stories. Eddie and reader are always at least aged up to their twenties. You can also find me on AO3 here. My ask box is always open!💚

MY MASTERLIST

Panic in Detroit (complete) 🔞

Bartender!Eddie x Fem!reader AU, 1991. Slow burn, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, danger, drama, excitement, eventual smut, all the things.

part one: here today, gone tomorrow

part two: scary monsters (and super creeps)

part three: as the world falls down

part four: the heart's filthy lesson

part five: slow burn

part six: miracle goodnight

part seven: heroes

Book cover by @themarvelous-mrsmunson

Haunting in Blackwood Hollow (In progress) 🔞

1991. Eddie and reader check into a rented house in the Appalachian woods, joined by Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, and Robin. Unfortunately for our gang, things in Blackwood Hollow are never as they appear. (Unrelated to Panic in Detroit)

part one: steve's big mistake

part two: fool me once

One Shots and Blurbs:

Sex Sounds Eddie x F!Reader. Pure smut, no plot. 🔞

Mistaken Identities Joe x Reader, funny, no smut. I normally don't write RPF fics but this idea popped into my head and I just had to write it.

Homeward Bound (for Christmas) Eddie x F!Reader, fluffy cute smut 🔞

Quarantine with Eddie Eddie x reader headcanons, fluffy smut. 🔞

Wake Up Call Eddie x reader, short cute smut. 🔞

Road Trip or Bust Eddie x Reader, fluffy Valentine's Day smut. 🔞

Grey Sky Luster Eddie x F!Reader, fluffy silly shower smut. 🔞

Three of a Kind Eddie x F!Reader x F!Roommate. Eddie's first threesome. 🔞

Lightning Crashes Eddie x Reader, friends to lovers, fluff.

Next Summer Eddie x F!Virgin!Reader, heckin' sweet pining, slight angst, romantic smut, fluff 🔞

Breakfast in Bed Eddie x Fem!Reader enjoy a steamy domestic moment 🔞

Things That Go Bump Eddie x Reader spooky ghost story! No smut but darker themes.

Happy Hawkins Holiday Eddie x reader host their first Christmas, fluff and shenanigans ensue. No smut.

Dear Tinseldick Rockstar!Eddie cheers reader up after a tough day at work. Fluff and comfort, no smut.

Morning Melodies Rockstar!Eddie romantic smut, sex on a piano, pwp 🔞

Into the Woods Eddie and reader go camping and engage in shenanigans. Fluffy smut 🔞

Fingertips just a little soft!Joey blurb for a birthday, so wee, pure fluff

Tagged fic recs (fics I liked so you might too; many of these contain smut so please heed the op's warnings)

Frequently used tags

That whole cancer business (cw: for real life cancer shit; not a fic)