#look me in the eyes and tell me this wouldn't be a very Ted Thing to do

[thedanceronthestreets]

Ok purely hypothetical delusional thought but imagine trent coming clean to ted and confessing his ever-growing feelings for him and ted just being overwhelmed with how a single person could love him so much and realising that he loves love, it doesn't matter that trent is a man and it doesn't matter that he doesn't have a label for himself or that he's never come out, he puts love out into the world and then trent gives him so much back and that's how ted ends up falling in love with trent

[klintoris]

Jschlatt x Fem!Reader Smut

When I started streaming, I never thought it would get me to where I am today. That's how everyone thinks, no one truly fathoms the huge increase in followers when collaborating with a huge streamer. 

For me it was Jschlatt. 

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“YOU LITTLE FUCKING SHIT”  Schlatt screamed over the call after I just murdered him in Minecraft again, stealing all of his things. “My bad” I cackle over the line, “toots’ you are so fucking lucky you live in another state” he threatens, “fuck does that mean???? Are you threatening me, big man?? I will clobber you.”, I hold my streaming camera and stare directly into it. there's a small silence before he speaks up, “Don't, don't look at me like that”, “Like what?” still making direct eye contact with the camera, “I’m-”. I cut him off “Anyway, while you weren't looking I blew up your dog.” I pull away from the camera. 

Eventually after multiple matches of bickering, I grabbed my suitcase and made my way to the airport. 

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Schlatt was streaming, as planned. Ted was visiting and knew about my drop-in. 

I pull up to the house in the Uber, getting anxious I look at my phone, I have the stream pulled up to see what the boys are up to. I get out, and standing near the door I message Ted that I am here, I watch as he tells Schlatt he's going to the bathroom. Soon Ted comes and lets me in. “ok so, I'm going to go back up and in like 5-10 minutes come into the room”, I nod, setting my suitcase near the door, along with my bag. Ted closes the door behind me and walks up the stairs, I follow him up through the hallway near the door of Schlatts streaming room. Ted walks in and closes the door behind him, assuming to keep jambo and soup out. Contemplating my entrance, the 10-minute mark hits and I open the door without my body in the doorway, schlatt and Ted both turn slowly to look at the door open. I walk into the doorway, as schlatt sees me and he turns to Ted speechless, “No fucking way”. he gets out of his chair, flinging it to the floor and throwing his hands on his head. “Hey, monkey man!!” I gloat and open my arms for a hug, “no no no how did you get here,” he says, obviously joking. “A plane, how else,” I say bringing my arms down, “aren't you excited??” I look at him, and he sighs “Only a little” he cracks a small smile. 

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“Alrighty big man, I gotta head out,” I say after we've been streaming for over 3-4 hours.

“What? Where are you going??” he questions me after ending the stream, I stretch “To my hotel?” I question his antics, “why not stay here? Why waste the money?” he says to me as he stares at my exhausted state.  “Schlatt you don't have a spare room, ted isn't even staying here” I stare at him in confusion glancing at Ted, “Sleepover!” Ted says from the hallway as he prepares to leave for his hotel. Schlatt looks at Ted and then me raising his eyebrows, “You're funny schlatt but where the hell would I sleep?” I cross my arms looking down at Schlatt in his rolly chair, “I have a bed, I can sleep on the floor like a gentleman”, “That's silly I wouldn't make you sleep on the floor in your own house.” I stare closely trying to see his reaction. “Well” he pauses for a second, I can hear Ted stop moving to listen intently, “we could always share a bed, it's a king so we have our own postal codes almost” he grins leaning back with his hands behind his head. I internally scream, I find Schlatt very attractive but to sleep in the same bed would probably kill me. I stare, thinking,  if I ever have a chance it would be now, “finnee” I cave. “there that's my girl!” he squeals like a little school girl, almost making me forget what he said. “Alrighty kids'm off” Ted speaking up from the doorway in a sing-songy voice pulls me away from my thoughts. “awwhh bye Uncle Ted,” I say hugging him, Schlatt gets up from his chair and says his goodbyes and looks at me “Okay where’ your bags?” schlatt turns to me, the doors shut downstairs as ted leaves, “by the door but I can get them its fine”. “Alright if you insist on lugging a suitcase up the stairs, knowing you it's probably heavy too, be my guest.” I sigh, “Fine, Mr. Schlatt, could you please carry my bags up to your room for me pretty please” I blink rapidly looking up at the tall man with my hands clasped as I swayed, “perhaps.”.

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Crawling into the bed after doing all of my nightly routines, it's rather fucking cold. I shiver as I regret the choice of clothing, shorts and a t-shirt, only if I knew schlatt kept his room at arctic level cold. “Everything alright toots’?” he looks at me, realizing he's wearing the grey sweatpants girls fawn over, I groan “Nothin’”, he shrugs and climbs under the covers far away from me. I shiver as my teeth start to clatter, almost nothing is helping, not even Schlatts thick blankets. “You sure you’re alright?” he asks from across the bed,  “Why is it so cold in here?” he chuckles as I feel the bed shift, as the bed creaks I feel schlatt pull me up against him, “there you can be warm now,” he says sliding a hand around my waist. Almost on cue, a shiver ran up my spine and my ass pushed into his dick, I froze in position after hearing him grunt. “what was that?” he says in a low voice, “not a clue” I manage to let out trying to sound as if I don't have a massive lady boner right now.

I try to shift to get comfortable, along with try not to push into him again, I graze his cock again. He holds my hips, “If you keep doing that I swear” Wanting to push his limit I speak out without thinking, “You will do what?”, there's a pause before I grind intentionally this time against him. He groans, he slides his hand from my hips to lower, his hand above my pussy, I breathe heavily anticipating his next move. He glides his hand down again cupping my clothed heat, I breathe in, sucking all the air in my lungs. Schlatt puts his head in the crook of my neck, he proceeds to start kissing and nipping at my neck slowly as he starts to practically massage my clothed pussy. I moan out, still lying on my side I turn to face schlatt, staring at him I look at his lips as he does the same. We pull each other into a heated kiss. He moves his hand from in between my thighs and gets on top of me. He lays in between my thighs, grabbing at my chest as his big hands roam around my body almost claiming it. I groan into the kiss as I feel his cock grind up against my covered pussy, schlatt notices this and grinds into me more, still gripping my chest.

He moves his lips from mine to my neck again, his mutton chops tickling at my neck as he sucks and bites at my sensitive area. “Fuck schlatt, please” I plead, not even sure of what I'm asking for.

“What is it princess?” he pulls away from my neck to look at me, “you want me to fuck that pussy of yours? Hm?” he taunts almost pouting at my state. Nodding eagerly he speaks up, “Use your words, what happened to that loud mouth of yours?”, “Please, please fuck, fuck me schlatt”. “That's it” he bellows as leans back as he practically rips my shorts down my legs, seeing the wet spot on my pink lace panties he teases me, not just with his words but his finger, grazing the spot as he says “she’s practically drooling for me, huh toots’”. I try to squirm away from him toying with my bud, but he grabs my hips and slowly hooks his finger on my panties pulling the skimpy article to the side leaning down and giving it a long lick.

He pulls away licking his lips, “She tastes almost as pretty as she looks” I moan in response, wanting to beg again he pulls his shirt over his head. I revel in the patch of chest hair before looking at his hands pulling his sweats off, I inhale sharply before he leans back down to kiss me, taking my shirt off during the kiss he breaks to look at my tits. “Fuck princess why were you hiding these from me”, schlatt starts to lick and suck at my right nipple while kneading the other tit, attempting to give them equal attention. At this point, I love the foreplay, though, the anticipation is killing me. I whine at the contact, “Please schlatt” I beckon pulling at his hair, he pulls away from my tits, “Fine fine”. Schlatt pulls back, taking my panties off he throws them somewhere behind him, attempting to close my legs he slaps them open. Schlatt takes his boxers off, and as his cock hits his stomach, the fear of god strikes me. It would be assumed schlatt would have a huge dick but I feel like ill be the next Mr. Hands. Schlatt resumes his position in between my thighs, moving his hands from beside my waist to guide his cock to my entrance, teasing it slowly before sticking the tip in. “shit, you're already so tight”, I moan a little in pain at the expected stretch, eager for him to put all of his cock in I buck my hips, he grabs my hips, almost enough to bruise them.

“M’ tryin' to hold back toots’ you aren't helping my case” he grumbles, “What if I do not want you to hold back?” I say not even thinking, he looks back and forth between both of my eyes for a second before shoving his whole cock in. I gasp at the stretch, and he begins to thrust at a normal pace, “f fuck schlatt” I suck in through my teeth before throwing my head back, “more please” I bring my head back looking at him. He's so focused on my reactions to him that he doesn't comprehend what I say until he pulls all the way back out and slams back in, his balls hitting the back of my ass hard.

“Holy shit,” he says before grabbing at my hips, leaning back on his feet he uses the fat from my hips to yank my body back onto his cock. “Oh my god”, I say clawing at his hands holding my hips, “he can't help you right now princess” he states after chuckling and then groaning. Schlatt slaps at my tits before grabbing at my neck, now using it as leverage along with my hip still, slamming me onto his cock.

As he pounds into me he makes eye contact with me before reaching down to my clit with the hand that was on my neck, rubbing at the bundle of nerves I go to throw my head back.

“Don't you fucking dare, I want you to look at me when you cum on my cock with that pretty pussy” he says through gritted teeth. I whimper at his words feeling white hot pleasure start to build up, “please please please please” I beg, “come on pretty girl let it out” as he fucks the spot in me that many have had trouble finding. “I'm, ah” I cum, and I cum hard, “That's it, that's my girl”, but he still keeps going. Not stopping. “Schlatt” I manage to get out between moans, “I'm not done with you yet”, flipping me onto my stomach he lifts my hips as he pushes himself back in. “oh my fucking-” I get cut off when he starts slamming into me again, slapping my ass roughly he holds the fat on my hips again, leaving bruises. “She takes me so well princess” I whine, starting to drool from over-stimulation before he yanks my head by my hair pulling me flush against his body.

He grabs my waist, and snakes a hand down back to my clit, “schlatt I can't, I can't”, “Yes you fucking can”, I clench on his cock as my second orgasm builds up. “F- fuck” he moans out, “cum with me pretty girl”. I moan at his words as I feel his cock twitch in me, clenching down I cum and fall against the bed. He whimpers noises I never thought I'd hear from his mouth, “Take all of it, good girl, gon’ fill you up s’ nice”, I feel him paint my walls white as he slows to a hilt. He pulls out as liquid gushes out of my abused hole, “gotta get you cleaned toots’” he says out of breath. 

this is my first post AHHHHH!!! let me know if you guys enjoy and if you want more!!

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Unexpectedly Yours: Part 13

Fandom: Ted Lasso (Regency AU)

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: Lord Roy Kent still has yet to marry. He hates the notion that marriage is a way to ensure your status in society. You have delayed your debut to society for years because of the same idea. So what happens when two people who hate the idea of marriage are constantly drawn to each other?

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You feign illness the day after your discovery of Roy and Duchess Georgina. You couldn't find the strength to do anything at all.

Your mother had checked up on you, of course, after breakfast. You reassured her it was just a head cold that would dissipate within a day or two.

Around lunch time, your lady's maid came into your room, "Miss, um, Lord Kent is here to see you."

You sigh, looking over your shoulder from your writing desk, "Tell him that I'm ill and in no state to see anyone today."

You can see your hand maid have some hesitation, but she only replies with, "Yes, miss." She leaves promptly.

You sigh, moving from your writing desk to your reading nook in your window sill. It was your favorite part of your room. The way the sun shines through it, illuminating the small cubicle. It also gave you a few of the street below. When you're not in the mood to read, you like to watch people go about their days.

Unfortunately, when you decide to peer down, you see Lord Kent exit your home and bound back to his carriage. For some reason, he turns and looks up, immediately catching your gaze. You see sorrow in his eyes but you scoff, immediately moving away from the window.

He has the audacity to be upset when you found him with his ex-lover? How dare he!

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Clara watches her brother pace back and forth in the drawing room. After he told her what happened, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. She never liked Georgina and of course she would find a way to still hurt Roy after all these years.

"She hasn't written me about breaking off the engagement so that must be a good sign, right?" Roy asks his sister, "Maybe I should try to see her again later? I caught a glimpse of her and she seemed well."

Clara rolls her eyes, "Brother, trust me, she needs time. Allow her that. She's heartbroken."

"But if she'll let me talk to her, I can ease her-"

"Roy!"

He stops, looking at his sister helplessly, "Please, give her time. Maybe, I should see her later rather you?"

Roy relents with a sigh, "Fine. I suppose that is best."

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Before dinner, your lady's maid announces that Clara was here to see you. Did Roy really send his sister to speak with you? A part of you wants to send her away as well but decide against that.

"I'll meet her in the drawing room."

Moments later, you enter the drawing room to find Clara sitting on the chaise sipping some tea.

She stands to greet you, "Hello, Y/N."

You curtsey, "Ma'am," and then sit on a chair across from her.

Clara chuckles, "Back to formalities again?" You don't answer and she continues to speak, "I heard you were feeling unwell earlier. I take it you're feeling better?"

"Getting there."

Clara hums, "My brother didn't send me. In fact, I decided to come here instead of Roy." She pauses to see if you would say anything, but you remain silent. She sighs, "Roy may be an arse sometimes, but he would never hurt you like that, Y/N. He loves you. Truly. I've never seen him this way before. Georgina may have been his first love, but you, you're different."

You slump forward, all propriety slipping from you, "I just can't see him right now, Clara. Give me another day and I'll be ready to talk to him."

She nods and stands. She makes the short distance to you and places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to him, Y/N. He wouldn't ruin this. What you saw, I'm sure, was very heartbreaking, but I think you should listen to Roy has to say," she kisses your head before leaving.

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After breakfast, your handmaiden accompanies you to the Kent estate. You're escorted to the sitting room and one of Roy's servants steps out to find his master. It's not long until Roy bursts into the room.

You swallow down a nervous gulp and stand, "Good day, sir," you curtsey and Roy's jaw clenches.

"Please, don't do that. You don't ever need to do that with me."

You sit down and Roy, hesitantly sits on the couch with you, but on the opposite end.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, nervously rubbing his hand along his pant leg.

"Physically, I'm fine, but...my heart hurts, Roy."

Roy gulps and nods, "I understand. What you saw that day-I'm sure I'd feel the same if the circumstances were switched. But, Y/N," he turns his entire body to face you, "I can assure you what you saw was unwanted by me. Ge-The Duchess had thrown herself at me."

"Why though? Why would she do such a thing if she's already married? Married to a man that she left you for, no less."

Roy couldn't help but chuckle, "When she saw us together at the ball, she saw how happy I was. How happy I am when I'm with you. Unfortunately for her, her marriage to the Duke isn't what she expected it to be. She wants an annulment and wants to be with me again." He watches as your jaw clenches and you grip your dress tightly.

He reaches out, placing his hand over yours, "Hey," he says softly, "I don't want anything to do with her, Y/N. Only you. You infuriatingly beautiful and smart woman, you. You drive me up the walls in the best way. You challenge me and you fit so well with Clara and Phoebe. I can't see myself with anyone but you, Y/N."

"So, you still love me and you still want to marry me?"

Roy chuckles, "I gave you that, frankly, incredibly romantic speech and you still ask me if I still love and marry you?"

He brings your gloved hand to his mouth and kisses it, "I love you. I adore you. I yearn for you. Irrevocably so. I want to be by your side forever."

You immediately press your lips to Roy's and you can feel him smiling. He pulls you closer to deepen the kiss but the door pushes open and you hear a surprised gasp.

You pull apart to see Clara with a smirking from the threshold, "Well, I'm happy things turned out well."

You promptly distance yourself from Roy, "Apologies."

"Don't be. I'm just glad my brother won't be sulking around the house anymore."

Roy glared at his sister, "I wasn't sulking."

"Of course you weren't, brother. Anyways, I believe you two should continue wedding planning, yes?"

You shoot up from your place on the couch, "Yes! Oh goodness, there's still so much to do," you turn back to Roy, "Will you be available today? Oh, nevermind, it's too last minute. You must have-"

Roy chuckles as he stands, "I'll cancel my meetings. My future wife needs me," he slips his hand into yours and looks at you with loving eyes.

[herecomethefuzzz]

hcs on what i think it'd be like to be a guest on chuckle sandwich !!

(schlatt has a littttllleee bit of a crush on you)

HI. i am very nervous to post this as its like my first writing thing EVER. but uhm. yeah! i hope its okay ^^

- ted decides to invite you onto the podcast after hearing schlatt talk about you a few times

- obviously wouldn't be full-on gushing over you, but ted saw how he felt about you after a while

- you and ted message back and forth on discord, and ted keeps dropping subtle hints. very subtle hints. (eg. "schlatt has been looking forward to you coming on the podcast!!" and "schlatt actually talks about your content a lot. he thinks its wayyy more interesting than other creator's stuff.")

- the day finally came when you were sat in that cozy little booth between the two of them, mics infront of you all, and schlatt already looked way happier than usual.

- throughout the podcast, he'd have his full attention on you and what you're saying, except from the times he'd catch ted giving him a little glance, sort of an "oooo i know you're in loveee" kinda glance. typical silly ted stuff.

- you'd be oblivious to this, but you did manage to catch the way schlatt looked at you at times.

- it was quite a sweet sight, really. seeing someone whose internet persona is quite, y'know, big n tough i guess, look at you so softly.

- there was one point in the recording where schlatt had placed his hand on the table, and he had accidentally-on-purpose put it a bit closer to you.

- you were in the middle of telling a story, and so obviously you hadn't noticed. when you took a break from talking to take a short drink, you placed your hand down on schlatt's.

- you immediately looked at schlatt, expecting him to look a bit pissed and shoot you a joking insult, but instead, you were met with a forgiving smile, and there was a look in his eyes that was pretty much unreadable.

- you slowly took your hand off of his, giving him a sheepish smile before muttering a small "sorry" and quickly getting back to your story, not wanting to make things awkward.

- schlatt just gave a small laugh and let you get back to your storytelling. after that, he made sure to leave his hand a little bit closer to you, in the hopes that your hand would rest on his again. whether it be by accident or on purpose.

AKCKRNCJRJFJF i hope that was okay enough im actually shitting my pants rn. if theres something i need to fix pls tell me :3

[ronancecats]

A Mother's Love - A Karen and Nancy Wheeler Oneshot

Inspired by a headcanon by: @ronanceautistic

Summary: Young Karen Wheeler isn't ready for the responsibility of a child but when the baby, a sick and tiny baby girl, comes sooner than anyone thought, Karen has a change of heart. Maybe she's ready for this after all, besides it's hard not to love those little eyes.

May 19th, 1967

Karen's eyes went wide, the doctor's words still not quite setting in. It was only a few short weeks ago that the doctor was telling her that she was pregnant. Now, she's here telling her that her baby, one she wasn't ready for, to begin with, might not make it.

Karen didn't know what to say, or what to feel. She never wanted this for herself, especially not at seventeen. Just the idea of a family, even just a husband, made her feel trapped. She was going to give the baby up but she didn't have time to even start looking for potential families. Her baby decided that now would be the perfect time to make an entrance and quite the dramatic one at that.

"Miss Johnson? Did you hear me?"

Karen seemed to snap out of the trance she was in. Her eyes meet the doctor's, a kind woman who's taken care of her for the last day and a half and has a very noticeable southern accent. She doesn't know if it's the exhaustion, the shock, the pain pills, or all three, but speaking is a challenge.

"...no, sorry." Karen manages to mumble out. Her throat feels tight and her mind is heavy. It has to be the pain pills. The doctor, Matilda, smiles gently. The type of smile that all doctors do when they don't want to give their patients too much hope. Like a mask, only it's worse because everybody knows what it means when it comes out.

"I said, we're not going to give up on your daughter yet. Just being able to survive such rough labor and delivery at only 28 weeks gestation is impressive enough to have hope. And even though I can't say she'll be okay, I can tell you right now that you've got a little fighter on your hands."

Karen only nods. She wants to thank Matilda but her words fail her. She thinks of the little girl she gave birth to. She hasn't seen her yet, not even a glimpse. She hasn't heard her cry or felt her tiny body against hers, but she still feels a sense of pride over the baby. Even though she doesn't know her and there's a good chance Karen will never get to know her, something inside of Karen's mind reminds her that somewhere in this hospital is a little girl who's hers.

"I'll let you rest, but if anything changes you'll be the first to know. Is there any family you'd like to call?" Karen shakes her head softly. Ted is at some work thing and Karen can almost guarantee he wouldn't be here even if he didn't, and her parents wouldn't show even if she asked them to. They're not huge fans of the whole teen pregnancy thing. She has her friend, Joyce Byers, but she's probably busy with her stupid boyfriend Lonnie. She's alone.

Matilda nods in response and leaves the room. Karen lays there for a moment, listening to the chatter of the busy hospital. She wishes she knew what she wanted to do. If her daughter lived, would she even want to still go through with the adoption? Or would she think differently by then? Would her baby even make it to that point? Karen doesn't even want to think about that.

Karen can't sleep, she feels lost, and scared, not only for herself but for her daughter. She never wanted this but she wouldn't know what to do with herself if that happened. She closes her eyes and tries her best to sleep, but she knows that won't happen.

May 21st, 1967

It's been a few days since Karen gave birth to her premature daughter, and she can finally see her. Karen still hasn't decided on what to do, she knows she cares about her baby even though she hasn't seen her yet, but she doesn't know if that will be enough for her to be ready for this.

One of the nurses is wheeling her down to the NICU. The nurse warned Karen that her daughter was still very weak and sick, and very much is not out of the woods yet, but Karen still wants to see her. She knows it will only hurt more if her baby doesn't make it, which makes her sick to think about, but she needs to see her little face. At least once.

"Here we are Miss Johnson," The nurse brings Karen's wheelchair as close to the incubator labeled, 'Wheeler'. "You're allowed to touch her but only with your finger. We have to be as gentle as possible." The nurse reminds Karen, who only nods in response, she's at a loss for words again.

There she is. Right in front of her and it's the hardest thing Karen's ever had to look at. She's so small. Her skin isn't pink like a baby's should be, her tiny body is covered in wires and gadgets, and even the smallest diaper size the hospital can provide is too big for her.

Karen feels numb as she gently runs her finger against the baby's arm, her breath hitches with emotion when she feels her warm, fragile, skin beneath her fingertips. The baby doesn't stir, her eyes remain closed and she doesn't react to her mother's touch.

Something right then, seeing the baby and feeling her for the first time, snaps inside of Karen. This is her baby, her fighter, her perfect little girl who's stronger than Karen's ever been. This is her daughter and she is her mother, and she might not be a hundred percent prepared or ready for this, she can't let her go. Ever.

"Hi...Hi, Nancy, it's mama. I'm here now...don't be scared."

Nancy. It's the first thing that came to Karen's mind and it feels so right. It means grace, favored, pure, all things her daughter is. Nancy. Nancy. Nancy. Nancy.

Karen's eyes are filled with tears as she trails her finger down her daughter's arm to her hand, her tiny little hand that's as big as the pad of Karen's finger. Karen's unshed tears finally start falling when Nancy's fragile hand wraps around Karen's finger, holding it. Karen smiles slightly and she gets a feeling that her Nancy is going to be just fine.

"You're gonna change the world someday...I just know it. You're my fighter, my little fighter."

Karen didn't know then just how right she'd be.

Y'all...I should totally write more about Karen and baby Nancy. (Please tell me what y'all think of this 🙏)

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: The Shadow of the Past

"The blame was mostly laid on Gandalf." Whatever you did, you've been officially labeled a Disturber of the Peace...

Something about "but the growth of hobbit-sense was not very noticeable" cracks me up

I love the fact that Frodo kept throwing birthday parties for Bilbo after he left. It's so sweet.

I would much rather go to Frodo’s Hundred-weight Feast than Bilbo’s Party of Special Magnificence, actually; twenty guests and several meals “at which it snowed food and rained drink” sounds much more my speed X-D

“Bilbo isn’t dead.” “Where is he then?” “🤷‍♂️”

F in the chat for Folco Boffin, who was mentioned like once in this chapter and never comes into the story again

"Merry and Pippin suspected that [Frodo] visited the Elves at times, as Bilbo had done." TEA???

Frodo's wandering in the autumn has such an evocative and melancholy feeling to it. So much so that I wrote a poem about it last year...

Part Two of me wishing the movies could have shown the Dwarves passing through the Shire on their way to the Blue Mountains

Sam be like "Dragons and Ents are real, I tell you!" and Ted Sandyman like "press X to doubt"

Our first glimpse of Sam's unassailable trust in Frodo and his wisdom 💚

And now! Exposition dumping, with Gandalf.

I hate the fact that I can't see or hear the word Eregion without getting war flashbacks to Amazon's Rings of Poopy

Ooh, remind me to write an essay about the invisibility power of the Ring(s)...

"[Bilbo] would certainly never have passed on to you anything that he thought would be a danger." Oh boy, would you look at the time, it's Crying About Adoptive Relationships O'clock

"'There wasn't any permanent harm done, was there?' asked Frodo anxiously. 'He would get all right in time, wouldn't he? Be able to rest in peace, I mean.'" OH BOY, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME—

Literally Gandalf: "Hobbits are my special interest"

"It is quite cool." It sure is, Gandalf. Wicked. Radical, even.

Low-hanging fruit, I know, but I had to 🤣

Speaking of low-hanging fruit, here's a joke I made two years ago about the "until Spring had passed into Winter" line:

He threw a luau barbecue one breezy summer night/Invited all his turtle pals to come and have a wiki bite/The turtles started walkin' there as Lance began to swing/The one that lived across the street arrived there in the spring...!

"I wish it need not have happened in my time." "So do I, and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." Still a line that goes so, so hard, right in the middle of this exposition dump.

I like how in Gandalf's story, he makes Deagol talk normally, but Smeagol still has all those verbal idiosyncrasies that are iconic to Gollum.

I'm still trying to remember who it was that pointed out that the last syllable of Smeagol is the first syllable of Gollum. Blew my mind when I saw that, I tell ya.

"I can put it no plainer than by saying that Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, and not by its maker. In which case you also were meant to have it. And that may be an encouraging thought." "It is not." 🤣🤣🤣

The thought of Gollum creeping through a window to snatch a baby from a cradle and eat it is at least seventeen different kinds of Not Fun. Thanks, Tolkien.

I have very little to say about Gandalf's retelling of the Ring's story—and Frodo's frightened and naive questions—except that it's almost as hard to tear your eyes away from the book as it is for Frodo to throw the Ring into the fire.

"I do really wish to destroy it! Or, well, to have it destroyed. I am not made for perilous quests." Oh, Frodo, bby...

I love how Sam's spying is so artfully foreshadowed here X-D You just go whistling away down that path, buddy! Nobody suspects a thing!

All Frodo has to say is "I suppose I'll have to go running into danger alone to keep everything and everyone I love safe, even if it means never coming home again; it's a pity, but I'll do it" and Gandalf is like "Frodo have I mentioned lately how much I love you and hobbits in general". Which. Mood! Big mood!

SUDDENLY, SAMWISE GAMGEE!

Good gracious did I need Sam and his comic relief after this heavy chapter X-D Bless you, Sam, you loveable dummy

I wonder what hobbit idiom Tolkien "translated" into "Lor bless you, sir". I'm not sure the hobbits have a concept of Eru Illuvatar as a benevolent God who hands out blessings; and if they do, I somehow doubt they'd have quaint little figures of speech like this. But I'm just nitpicking at this point because it's fun.

"There ain't no eaves at Bag End, and that's a fact." SAM 🤣🤣

"Mr. Frodo, sir! Don't let him hurt me, sir! Don't let him turn me into anything unnatural! My old dad would take on so." Have I mentioned that I love the heck out of Sam?

Frodo is "hardly able to keep from laughing", which, MOOD!

Sam heard that Mr. Frodo was going away and audibly choked. GAH I love him so much

Frodo sure knows how to threaten Sam LOL

"If you even breathe a word of what you've heard here, then I hope Gandalf will turn you into a spotted toad and fill the garden full of grass-snakes." 🤣🤣

"'Me, sir!' cried Sam, springing up like a dog invited for a walk. 'Me go and see Elves and all! Hooray!' he shouted, and then burst into tears." Oh, Sam. I love you.

[mazeinthemiroh]

[soft thoughts]

- i love the idea of minho being so fragile and sweet to his partner, that his teasing isnt excessive and he just pampers them with compliments all the time

- hyunjin painting a pic of his partner while lana del rey plays in the background.

- jisung being shy receiving light kisses on his bare back

- jeongin constantly linking pinkies with partner when they’re out in public or sitting beside each other.

- chan sucking light, lazy marks on your neck when he’s stressed from working

- baking all day with felix by the time you guys are done, the sun is setting and the light peeks through the curtains while you guys take a nap on the couch in each others arms

- seungmin reading random entries of his diary before bed

- being in an almost suffocating hug with binnie after he comes back from tour and he doesnt let you go and follows you around like a puppy

thank you for sending these in omg i love your soft thoughts so much ;-;

- i've been thinking about bf minho lately and i just think that, ofc, he will be such a sweetheart. people think he's scary or rude but like, be for real... like we all know he's just the biggest softie in the world, he isn't fooling anyone. first of all, he's a cat person. like... who wouldn't trust him? we see the way he handles his babies with such care and love in his eyes. and we see, for certain members, he has a massive soft spot for. obviously hannie; the way he looks at him... that's pure love right there. but also felix and jeongin he is very tender and gentle with. and i strongly feel that the way he treats those member sis very simialr to the way he would treat his s/o. ofc he would be a lot more physically affectionate. i feel like once he's entered that comfortable stage with you there's like no turning back. then he's full fluff mode.

thank you for listening to my ted talk 😚

- BABBEEEEEE you did not just mention lana del rey to me like how did you know i was a fan??? ahh, amazing. hyunjin has amazing taste and we've heard him sing a lana song on a live before with that beautiful voice of his. of course, being the artists he is, your his inspiration, and he would want to paint or sketch you regularly. and to romanticise it even more? queen lana herself, serenading you both with her voice in the background.

"it's you, it's you, it's all for you. everything i do. i tell you all the time, heaven is a place on earth with you~"

- yeah because jisung is such a smug little shit something, stealing kisses here and there. but the MINUTE you catch him off guard - perhaps when he has just gotten out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist - and trail kisses on his back, his whole body freezes. he feels blood rush to his cheeks as he slowly starts to relax into you touch, letting you kiss wherever you want...

- why are you making me cry okay YES jeongin isn't a massive PDA person but the small things matter most. and there's nothing that gives him more butterflies than interlinking pinkies with you. there's something so gentle and even vulnerable about the act that makes his heart flutter.

- you're making me DIZZY imagine you sitting in his studio (the way every single bangchan ff starts off in) and sitting on his lap while he does his work. but he's getting frustrated and it's late at night and all he wants to do is go home and cuddle up to you and sleep. having you in his arms relaxes him way more than if he was by himself. but sometimes he will feel mischievous and lean closer, a small grin on his features as he lightly grazes his lips against the skin of your neck. he responds to your shivers by getting a bit more heated, lightly sucking on your skin as you lean in deeper... he has you right were he wants you.

- felix loves baking dates and will gladly spend the whole day trying new recipes with you and making delicious treats! but by the time you guys finished, you realise it's dark out. so, what's for dinner? all your cookies and brownies and other goods, of course! you two bask in your amazing baking skills as you cuddle up on the sofa, exhausted and filled to the brim with your own creations.

- seungmin surprises himself when he re-reads things he's written in his diary way in the past. "did you really feel that way?" he mused out loud, whilst you look over at him from the other side of the bed, smiling gently. soemtimes he would read certain entries to you out loud; the ones that aren't too personal and deep. just light-hearted ones that'll make you laugh. or ones about his feelings for you <3

- oh he ain't letting you go. and say goodbye to your lungs because they've gone too. i see chnagbin fully tackle you to the ground in a smothering hug because he hasn't seen his baby in so long?? what else is he supposed to do?? nope he's not letting you go, and so you'll just have to stay pressed up against his chest, big soft arms wrapped around you, and aggressive kisses from every single angle.

[after-the-end-times]

We'll always have (more than) Paris

Different Meeting Tedependent AU where Ted had planned a trip to Paris for him, Michelle, and Henry, but before he can tell her she hands him divorce papers.

But after so many months of researching places to go and things to do and food to eat he finds he still wants to go. So, he and Henry go to Paris without Michelle.

They're wandering toward the base of the Eiffel Tower when a little girl darts past him giggling and screeching that ear splitting high pitched happy screech kids that age can so easily hit.

A few moments later a harried looking man with amazingly white streaked hair trot-runs past him, trying to catch up to her without full out sprinting.

But Ted knows how toddlers can be when they're in that darting away phase and she's not going to stop until she's scooped up.

He also knows no parent actually wants to look like they can't get their child back without yelling or running, so he turns to Henry,

"Hey Henry, why don't run up past that little kid there? Get her to chase you and get her back to her dad, hm?"

Henry doesn't need to be told twice and takes off, dashing past the man and then the little girl.

Ted speeds up his walking pace to tap the man on the shoulder.

"Excuse me! Er- Excusez moi! Uh parlez um- inglese? My son's gonna bring her back, don't worry! Toddlers love nothing more than chasing big kids!"

Ted tries to make himself look as encouraging and friendly as possible in case the man doesn't understand him. The man had turned to look at Ted at his shoulder tap so Ted finally got to see that magnificent hair up close.

"Oh! Uh yes, thank you. Though he might have his work cut out for him, she hasn't been a very good listener today, I'm afraid," He looks back to the kids who are giggling and zig-zagging around the green, before turning back to Ted looking slightly bewildered, "And I'm sorry, was that supposed to be French earlier? I think there might've been some Spanish in there."

Ted huffs out a laugh and puts his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, I tried to learn some French on that owl app before we came here, but three years of high school Spanish keeps slipping through instead," He nods toward Henry, "He's actually taken to it a lot quicker. Probably cause it's like it's just another game on his tablet."

He holds out his hand, "Ah right, Ted Lasso. That's Henry out there."

The man gives him a bemused look and takes it, "Trent Crimm. And she's Darcy"

"Well, nice to meet you Trent Crimm," He nods toward where Henry and Darcy have flopped down on the grass, breathing hard, "Looks like someone's been tuckered out."

"Well, thank you for that. Fortunately, our hotel isn't far and it's just about time for a nap," He starts toward the kids, before pausing and turning to Ted, "Have a good vacation Mr. Lasso. You should make sure to visit Musée d'Orsay, they have a little art scavenger hunt Henry might enjoy."

"Thanks for the tip. And please. Ted." He smiles at Trent.

"Ted." Trent holds his gaze a moment longer, a faint flush spreading across his cheeks, before glancing away. He turns and calls out, "Darcy! Come on! It's time to go!"

Henry and Darcy sit up and clamber to their feet. Darcy races over to Trent, slamming into his calves, "Daddy! Can Henry come picnic with us?"

"No darling, we're done picnicking for today. And I'm sure Henry's dad has plans for them."

"T'morrow?" She gazes up at Trent with glistening eyes.

Ted wouldn't wish those big crocodile tears on anyone, let alone his new friend.

"Well hey there, little Miss Darcy!" He bends down to address her where she's still wrapped around Trent's legs and she turns her eyes toward Ted, "You guys have been picnicking? That's fun! Henry and I love a good picnic! We'd love to join you sometime!"

He stands up to look at Trent, smiling gently at him "If that's alright with you?"

Trent blinks a couple times up at him, a slow smile over taking his face, "We'd love for you to join us." He pauses and breaths out a laugh as he glances away, "But tomorrow we actually have plans. To visit the Musée d'Orsay, in fact."

Ted smiles wide as he realizes, "Why Trent! And here I just heard a great recommendation for the Musée d'Orsay! And an art scavenger hunt, I believe?"

He glances over at where Henry's attempting to do cartwheels in the grass. Darcy notices as well and abandons Trent's legs to run over and start somersaulting alongside him.

Ted's smile softens as he tilts his head to the side and looks at Trent from under his lashes, "I'm almost sorry I messed up our "Accidentally running into each other for the second time" meet-cute, but at least now we can spend the whole time together! Then grab lunch afterwards? Besides, art scavenger hunts are much more fun with more people, everyone knows that."

Trent smiles up at Ted, "Well, if everyone knows that. Who am I to disagree?"

For a moment they gaze into each other's eyes, picturing the rest of their time in Paris; Visiting museums and tourist spots together, meeting at cafes for breakfast, finally making it to the top of the Eiffel Tower, ice cream along the Seine, Henry gaining a Darcy shadow, Ted and Trent spending their every moment learning about each other and falling in love faster than either thought was possible.

But for now, Ted and Henry walk Trent and Darcy back to their hotel for nap time. And as Ted looks at Henry skipping ahead of them while Darcy chatters on and he feels Trent's sliding his hand into his own, he suddenly knows they're going to have so much more than Paris

~fin~

post scripts: Before their flight, Ted got an email and was offered the Richmond coaching job, but hadn't thought much of it. He's definitely going to accept it now. Michelle always wanted to travel and move abroad, but Ted never wanted to leave Kansas. She studied abroad in London and would actually love the opportunity to move there with Henry and Ted (but not with Ted) Trent is overwhelmed when Ted tells him he was one of the deciding factors for Ted accepting the Richmond coaching position. He never imagined someone could ever love him so much they'd move across the ocean for him. It takes time, but he finally starts to believe it

[vole-mon-amour]

3x10, part 1. Roy x Jamie edition.

boyfriends standing next to each other and Roy smiling so much that it can light up the entire room. i'm pretty sure it's Brett and not Roy & it's very curious how open they are with the background, allowing the actors some freedom.

WHY are they casually standing so close to each other though? what's going on? it's so unusual after we've been starved of that.

they're not doing anything & i'm still losing it a bit seeing them so close. Jamie/Phil is such big doe eyes with long lashes kind of person & it also does things to me. i love this look so much. the longer hair, the slit. ahhh.

this boy deserves the entire universe and be softly and passionately kissed by Roy Kent. Roy allowing himself to smile about Jamie and his success and his love for Jamie and "you're enough, you're enough, i promise you're enough" is playing in my head. all of those moment throughout the season and being mentally kept in a chest box from where they can never escape. i'm staying there with them.

look at how happy Jamie is. look at Roy's smile. look at them. they're in love, your honor.

I see you, Roy, touching him with your arm. I see you. you didn't have to do that. honestly, it's the little subtle moments like this. their body language. i have sooo many ideas for them. this pining.

what IS this? Jamie? JAMIE??? some days it's Roy pining after Jamie with his repressed feelings, and some days it's Jamie's crush on Roy resurfacing so clearly. my goodness, i am so deep into this & I wouldn't change it for any other ship. no, even for ot3. I'm pretty ok with just these two being in love. they. them.

i'm so in love with this awkward kid. the faces he makes. i am so incredibly happy we got Phil as Jamie. yeah, it's s3 & I'm still not over that. i love him so much. I'm sure this is also a thing for Roy, too.

i love Jamie so much, it makes me want to cry. HE'S SUCH A GOOD BOY. ;_; when is someone going to tell him that? Keeley? Ted? ROY?? Roy, get your head out of your ass and be all lovely to Jamie.

it's probably Keeley or Phoebe (or maybe Jamie, which I don't think will happen but maybe?? Roy flying out with Jamie??? as his 'coach'? that is some serious fic idea) but can we PLEASE get another yoga session? please???

THIS SEASON IS A FUCKING FANFIC. EVEN PHOEBE KNOWS WHATS UP. I am losing it. LOSING IT!! Also, I sense some roleplay with "Hello, Uncle Roy." I am literally screaming. losing all the hinges on my way to RoyJamie endgame, even if that happens in my head.

p.s.: Jamie/Phil is fucking ripped. those arms could destroy.

'you talk about him a lot" with Phoebe???? aka the most important person in Roy's life??? GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD. GOODBYE.

like, listen. in my wip i mentioned Roy and Jamie talking about Phoebe, and Jamie spending time with Phoebe, but????? IN CANON????? hinges lost, becoming shreds.

[jamiesfootball]

jamie could have the eliot scene where he tries to go talk to his dad and his dad doesn't answer, and it could be like james just got out of prison and jamie wants to go see if they can Fix Things between them now that jamie's life at least isn't so violent anymore and maybe he can help james get on track on the outside so he won't end up back in and and and

and james doesn't answer because he blames jamie for him getting caught in the first place, and jamie tells him about hacking through the door, and he doesn't answer that either but he throws something at the door and jamie flinches back all the way off the porch. and then he just goes home.

and roy's like how did it go? and jamie says it went the best it could have.

Eeeeeeeeeeee ok ok ok but. but. Here's the thing. Jamie's dad is very Nate's-dad-coded to me. So in my mind I had it going more along the lines of The Three-Card Monte job.

Like this:

Even from the street Roy could hear the laughter spilling out of the Crown and Anchor, and after a long day of reconnaissance it called like a reward in waiting.

Roy didn't mind doing legwork for a con- in fact he appreciated Ted's insistence that the team dot their t's and mind their p's and whatever else he wanted them to inflict on the rest of the alphabet. Better prep made for a safer job. Roy had worked for enough men who'd sacrifice the time upfront if it meant getting to the next score faster; he respected that Ted wasn't one of them.

As their feet sloshed through the snow, Jamie kept a running commentary on the dirt he'd dug up in the breakroom. While he'd waited for his crawlers to skim the server (which to hear him tell it, was so laughably out of date that buying something on the company's Wi-Fi ran a bigger risk than riding passenger in Colin's Fiat), he'd learned from Jeanine who'd heard from Alan that Erik-with-a-'k' Davies was the one who'd decided to pass on Jim-from-R&D's project proposal after quarterlies came in low.

Thank fuck Roy'd never had a real job. He didn't know how people put up with it. He'd rather stab his eyes out than pretend to care about breakroom gossip.

But that wouldn't stop him from doing his job. He dutifully noted all the names - Jeanine, Alan, Jim, Erik-with-a-'k' - knowing that even the smallest details could mean the difference between making a cover or blowing the con.

"Can't believe I had to use a photocopier to make copies of the building schematics," Jamie complained for the umpteenth time. He stood back to let Roy open the door for him, despite the fact that it was Roy who was carrying his duffel full of tech. "In this day and age, a company worth billions should really consider digitizing-"

Six things happened at once. Years of experience gave Roy the particular skill to parse the components of a situation in order of importance.

The most concerning, the domino that set the rest in motion, was how Jamie's body froze, a fear response where he'd been at ease a second ago.

Instinct had Roy stepping in front of him, an arm slung protectively over his chest to hide, block, or push him away, whatever was called for.

His eyes hit all the exits: no one blocking the kitchen or alley, and the door behind them remained clear.

Identify the people of interest in the room, the other potential targets he might need to shield: Keeley and Rebecca at the bar, their heads thrown back in laughter. Colin, pleasantly bored or bored-ly pleasant, pouring out a lager for an older bloke.

Assess the older bloke; the only other other person sitting at the bar. Grey slicked back hair and a receding hairline. Steel-toed boots, worn through and poorly kept, so not an actual laborer. Clean, new denim and a mass market coat. An unspoiled duffel bag on the seat next to him. Fresh out of prison, then.

Either hearing the door swing open or feeling the cold breeze that gusted in behind them, the older man turned to look over his shoulder. Head-on he seemed younger than lines on his face implied, and his cheeks flushed ruddy with drink. He grinned (Manchester dental work), and under the guard of Roy's arm, Jamie flinched.

"Well, well, well. Look who's decided to show himself." The old bloke chuckled; it didn't reach his eyes. "If it ain't my own flesh and blood."

[hakodate-division]

Ted's Thoughts on Toyama Division

Asato Rikiya

"I'm more familiar with this young man's grandmother than himself. Like Kotan mentioned, I tried some of the produce that his farm is known for, and it was quite good. As a way of showing thanks, I sent off some of the beer that I make to his family's farm. It was hard making sure it got there on time before it went bad, but thankfully it arrived on schedule. About a week later, I got a letter from his grandmother. Apparently, she liked my beer so much, that she was willing to trade some of the produce her farm makes for my beer; I agreed to it. Now, once a month, one of the workers from Rikiya farms comes with a shipment of fruits and vegetables in exchange for five casks of my homemade brew. It's a good trade, if you ask me. The potatoes and carrots his farm grows, makes a very hearty vegetable stew."

Yano Ietsuna

"I'm not familiar with this young man, but I am in good acquaintanceship with his uncle. Why? Because..." Ted reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a familiar-looking gold heart-shaped locket, which he looks at with a forlorn look on his face. Despite a few faded scratches, it looks almost brand new. "...Manabu was the one who crafted this locket my wife gave to me on her first-year wedding anniversary. This thing is almost the same age as Aiden. I've been taking care of it since..." The mountain man doesn't finish his sentence; instead, he inhales deeply and puts the locket back in his coat pocket.

"...Anyway, as thanks for that, I often send some of my beer to the Ietsunas for their work. I don't know about his nephew, but I know Manabu is a drinker. I can't count the number of times he's asked for the recipe for my beer only for me to repeatedly tell him 'no'." Ted rolls his eyes.

Kensaku Morimoto

"I don't know Morimoto, but I can tell he is a good man who is good at his job. Because I frequently wrestle bears, I often have to deal with the drawbacks of it; mainly, scratches and other wounds. They don't bother me much, but if left untreated, they can become infected. So, whenever I go down to the city, I always stop by the local pharmacy to buy some antibiotics. And the medicine I buy almost always comes from his company, Toi Pharmaceuticals. He's a good medical researcher. I wouldn't be averse to knowing more about him. ...Though I may have to do some research on those jokes of his."

ECO BooN

"Like Kotan mentioned, I think this team is one of the few that I can say that I openly like and respect. I think anyone who shows love and respect for nature is someone with a good head on their shoulders. All my best for them in the D.R.B."

[12romy]

Could we maybe get a small Smick roc os?

I'm sorry it took me so long, I'm having a bit of a writer block and it's the first time in a month I complete something! It’s not very long and I’m not entirely satisfied but I hope you'll like it ^^”

"You know, you don't have to pretend to give me a kiss, you can just do it," Mick blurted out once they were back to their cabin after filming some stuff for the ROC.

It had taken him all his courage to say that, and he probably wouldn't be able to give his name if Seb asked him right now. He's afraid he'll just screech loudly if he opens his mouth because that's what's going on in his head. A string of thoughts going from "why did I do that" to "oh god I'm an idiot".

And then, Seb speaks.

"Kiss you?" He has an eyebrow risen, a little smirk on his face, and Mick can almost feel his knees give in under him. "Kiss you where, on the cheek?"

Mick nods frantically, blushing and fustigating himself.

Wordlessly, Sebastian leans in and drops a peck on his cheek, almost at the corner of his mouth.

Mick is a proper shade of tomato-red, now. You are a tease, Sebastian Vettel, a tease, Ted Kravitz's words pop into his mind. He doesn't know what Seb is doing, whether he's amused by the whole thing, or just a tiny bit serious.

"You- you can kiss me somewhere else," Mick pushes on, suddenly bold. God, he's so going to regret this when Seb is gonna turn him down.

When he looks up - of course he had been staring at his shoes, what did you expect - he sees the glint in Seb's eyes. It's a light he knows all too well, a mix of mischief and seduction that has been directed at so many people but never at Mick. Suddenly, there's hope.

"Oh yeah? Where should I kiss you?" Seb asks with a Cheshire cat smile that means trouble. Mick is too glad that smile is aimed at him to worry.

The problem is, he can't find the words.

"On the forehead, perhaps?" Sebastian offers. Mick wants to scream because sure, the forehead is great but that's not where he craves to be kissed right now. He nods anyway.

Sebastian cups his face with both hands and gets on the tip of his toes to reach Mick's forehead. His lips leave a searing kiss on his skin and make him speechless once again.

"What about here, can I kiss you here?" he asks, his fingers tapping gently at his temple. Mick simply turns his head, allowing Seb to kiss him again. Sebastian repeats the game with his cheekbone, his nose, and that one spot high on his neck, just under his ear.

Mick's breath itch when Seb's thumb grazes at his lower lip. His head is spinning, and he feels a little dizzy as he nods to answer the wordless question.

Their lips touch and his arms fly around Seb's waist to pull him closer as he kisses back hungrily. Their bodies fit together perfectly, and he can feel Seb sigh happily into the kiss.

He would've been freaking out about kissing Seb if his brain wasn't completely offline.

"I love you," he breathes out when they pull apart for air, barely thinking before saying it. Sebastian looks at him, eyes round, mouth opening and closing without a single sound coming out.

This time, Seb is the one at a loss for words. Mick starts panicking then. God, what an idiot, he had to go and ruin everything, what an idiot!

His fear is shattered in pieces when Sebastian pulls him in another kiss, deeper, softer. It feels like he's pouring all his love into it, and Mick doesn't need words when he's got a kiss like that

"I didn't think you'd-" Seb starts, blushing, and wow, that's an incredible view. "Didn't think you'd feel that way, that you'd..."

"Seb, how the hell did you think for one second I wasn't helplessly in love with you?" Mick asked with a shy giggle.

"I've never been very lucky when it comes to love, I just assumed I wouldn't be this time either," Sebastian admits with a shrug, but his smile doesn't falter.

"Well, you better start believing it," Mick tells him.

And just because he can, he kisses him again.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Go For It

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: There's a bit of tension between you and Isaac since he doesn't want you to get hurt by any of his teammates, especially Jamie. But you're a grown woman and you what you want.

Meet Cousin McAdoo | Caffeine Crash | Tour de Richmond

It'd been a few days since you've seen Jamie. You figured you'd keep your distance since Isaac was making a big fuss about you two hanging out.

Eventually, you said "fuck it". You're a grown woman and Isaac can't tell you what to do. You wanted to see Jamie again. Therefore, you came by the pitch in the middle of their practice. Isaac was taking you to a show at the West End later so it'd make things easier for him anyway.

"Hey, Roy!," you nod to the coach, who gives you a grunt in response.

Your presence is noticed by the boys who all give you nods and waves. Your eyes lock with Jamie's and you smile, giving him a wave. He smiles and waves back but then when he sees everyone looking at him, he immediately stops and looks down.

You sigh, "Did Isaac give him a talk?"

"Gave everyone a talk. You're off limits."

You groan, "For fuck's sake. I can see whoever I please."

"Whoever you please? Like Jamie?"

You cross your arms over your chest, "Maybe...has he mentioned me?"

"Maybe he has. Maybe he hasn't," he matches your pose but looks a lot more intimidating than you, "What would your intentions be with him?"

You snort, "I'm not like a gold digger or something, Roy. I like Jamie. He's funny and sweet," you let your arms drop, "I get it though. You're protective of him."

Roy drops his arms too and scoffs, "I'm not protective of him. He's lil' prick!"

You pat his shoulder, "Suuuree. Try all you want, Roy. But I'm well aware of how that mean exterior covers up what a complete softie you are inside," you poke his cheek and then turn your attention onto the pitch, "If I go over there, will you hurt me?"

"Do you want to take that risk?"

You shrug, "I'm sure I'll be fine," you say as you walk onto the pitch to approach your cousin.

"Hey."

"You were supposed to come after practice was over," Isaac states as he's watching his teammates dribble balls up and down the pitch."

"I got bored. Figured I'd watch hot sweaty men kick a ball around."

Isaac grabs a ball and lightly kicks to you, "Have a go?"

"Alright," you toss your things to the side and do your best to control the ball.

The guys cheer you on as you do your best to keep the ball as close to you as possible. Sometimes you'd kick it a bit too hard and you'd chase after it.

"WHISTLE! Five minutes then scrimmage!" Roy yells and you plop yourself onto the grass. Isaac tosses you a spare water bottle and you drink from it.

"That was fun."

"You're not very good," Jan Maas states, which earns him a slap to the chest from Bumbercatch.

You laugh, "No, it's okay. I'm well aware my football skills are lacking. Maybe I should show up at practice to learn from you guys!"

"Wouldn't mind having a beautiful woman here to motivate us," Richard says with a wink but then scurries away from Isaac's intimidating gaze.

You lightly kick Isaac's ankle, "Oi! Knock it off! It's just shameless flirting."

Jamie then walks by you, giving you a nod, as he grabs his water bottle a small distance from you.

"You alright, Jamie?" you ask.

You watch as he glances from Isaac to you, "Yeah. I'm good." He continues to look down, avoiding you.

You roll your eyes and stand with a grunt. You approach Jamie with a whisper, "Hey."

"I'm not really allowed-"

"Oh fuck whatever Isaac says. He's being dumb and overprotective. Listen-"

Five minutes are up! Scrimmage! Now!" Roy yells and you groan.

"Sorry. I need to go," Jamie tosses his bottle down and heads back onto the pitch.

You're not going to let Jamie avoid you. You grab a spare jersey for the team Jamie was one and joined the pitch. Everyone looked at you confused.

"What? I'm bored and wanna see what all the fuss is about!"

The guys then looked at Isaac on what to do. He shrugs, "Let's show 'er how it's done, boys!" they all cheer but then he puffs his chest out and says, "But if any of you hurt her, you're dead!"

The cheering immediately stops.

"I'll be fine! Let's go!" You look to Roy who gives you a questioning look. You give him a nod and he yells, "WHISTLE" and the scrimmage starts.

You do your best to keep up with them. Dani kicks you the ball and you're screaming as you head towards the goal.

"Jamie!" you kick it towards him and he grins, kicking it back to you, yelling, "Go for it!"

You run, kicking the ball as hard as you can and everyone stops as it flies through the air and into the net.

You and the guys burst out in cheers and hollers. Jamie runs over to you and picks you up. He spins you around but then sets you back down as the guys crowd you. They're jumping around and cheering, patting you on the back. You never expected them to be so excited for you.

You laugh as Roy goes over to break it up and get back to playing. Jamie stays back as the rest of the guys head to their positions, "You trying to steal me job?"

You snort, "Hey, you told me to go for it."

"True."

He starts to head back but you call out for him, "Jamie!"

"Yeah?"

You hesitate for a moment, but then that voice inside is yelling, 'Fuck it all!'

"Y/N?" he calls your name, walking closer to you.

You smile shyly, "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Your question clearly takes him by surprise. His eyes widen and brows shoot up, "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Jamie, we're grown adults. We don't have to do what Isaac says."

"He said he'll punch me in me face if I even look at you! And I like me face unpunched!" you couldn't help but laugh the slightly frightened look on his face.

You place a hand on his shoulder, "I'll deal with him. Are you free Friday night?"

"Yeah. I can be free Friday night," he smirks at you.

"Great. I'll grab your number before I leave then."

"Fucking mint," he says in disbelief, smiling widely at you.

"TARTT! HURRY UP, YOU PRICK!" Roy shouts.

"I'm coming!" Jamie yells back and he's running to the pitch, a big smile on his face.

[nobigsecrets]

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#and grudgingly coming to accept that a) there *are* limits to his physical condition and b) that danny basically just saved his life *again

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I did it! 🎉

🌈 Rainbows over Waikiki, my WIP of doom, Steve's backstory, my first attempt at writing long(ish) fic, it's done! It came out at pretty exactly 30k words and it's in need of thorough editing (and probably an epilogue to wrap up some lose ends), but it's complete! 🎉

I feel like I posted half of it already in countless Six Sentence Sundays, but here is another short snippet because I'm excited to share it!

“I’m in love with someone else, Danny,” Steve quickly interjects. Because it’s not gonna work with Jason and the reason is Danny himself and this whole situation is so fucked up—

“Someone else?” Danny says dumbfounded and now there’s a tense silence stretching out between them. Steve chances a quick look at Danny, but before he can muster the courage to actually confess what he’s just been thinking, Danny speaks again.

“What do you mean, someone else? When did you find the time to fall in love with someone else? You have another guy hidden your closet or something?” His voice has gotten more heated with every word and Steve can tell Danny is trying to work himself into a rant.

“It’s you,” he says simply.

82 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#4

1x01: “Danno...”

Rewatched the pilot and noticed Steve’s soft, whispered “Danno” after he listened in to Danny’s phone call with Grace and heard the nickname for the very first time. He’s mesmerized, almost reverent as he’s staring out of the window, it’s like he’s trying it out on his tongue.

I mean Steve had already been impressed with Danny before, but listening to Danny talking to Grace, you can tell he’s falling hard and fast, you can all but see it happening.

89 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#3

“Look, when I had this thing with Rachel last year, I kept it secret. I didn’t want you to know because I knew you’d pry—“ Danny pauses and holds up a hand as if to stop Steve from interrupting, but Steve is too bewildered to come up with any kind of response. He swallows, anxious where this is going.

“And I had nothing to give, nothing I could've told you,” Danny says and Steve watches him closely, examines every familiar gesture, every twitch and every grimace—but it’s the sincerity in Danny’s eyes that makes him feel like he’s being strangled.

“I wasn’t sure where it was going. It was everything I wanted… ever since the divorce, y’know? Get my old life back… get my family back, man—“

Another pause and Danny sighs. Rubs a hand over his face. Doesn’t look at Steve but takes a deep breath, as if to brace himself before he pushes on, “But when I was with her, it didn’t feel right, because… Because you were on my mind all the time, Steve.“

And now Danny’s looking up, looking Steve straight in the eyes and he can’t breathe, “Suddenly, I wasn’t sure anymore what it was that I wanted—“

Steve’s head is spinning, and it’s definitely not the concussion, but he’s got no idea when Danny moved so close. Close enough to feel Danny’s breath on his skin, to feel his warmth—and then Danny’s mouth touching Steve’s in a featherlight kiss.

“Turns out it was you babe,” Danny whispers against his lips.

97 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#2

Ever since @teruel-a-witch posted her hot McDanno motorcycle boyfriends collage the other day, the idea of a McDanno biker AU wouldn't leave me alone. It didn't help that the post made me reread some parts of The ‘Auna Club series by mrspdrona, but mostly I got inspired by our subsequent conversation about whether Steve and Danny really would become mob-like criminals as members of an MC. I thought of some alternative ideas.

Steve

After Steve dedicated 15 years of his life to the Navy, all he gets as thanks for his service is a dishonorable discharge due to DADT. Add insult to injury, it had been the Petty Officer he's been having a secret affair with for almost a whole year who'd told when he'd been asked. Steve had secretly hoped this thing between them could be going somewhere, eventually, and never has he been more wrong. He's not even sure what hurts worse, the betrayal of the person he thought he knew, or the disrespect of the institution he would have been ready to die for.

So now he’s got literally nothing left: He's got no job and no career, no more friends nor family, no home and no place to go, no plan and nothing to do and he’s so. fucking. ANGRY.

What he does have is a motorcycle. He’s always loved bikes, they're so much more interesting than the stupid vintage cars his dad used to love. It was a guy Steve knew in high school (and who he might've had a major crush on), who let him ride his bike once and it was an instant addiction. (Ironically, the guy became his dad’s cop partner later, so the crush faded quickly but not the love for bikes.)

So when Steve gets out of the Navy, the first thing he does is getting his bike out of storage—and then he just takes off.

He's got nowhere to be and nowhere to go, so he just rides, not paying much attention to where he's going, content with wherever the roads might take him. Which happens to be the southern end of New Jersey—eventually.

He's been out and about for a few months, stopping and making new friends here, picking up a guy there, always leaving after a day or two and before trouble can find him. He's coming up close to a year when he runs into problems with his bike. Turns out years of being in storage weren't great for it. Steve knows his way around the engine just fine, thank you very much, but he doesn't have the means to fix what's wrong this time. A trip to the nearest shop is unavoidable if he doesn't want to strand in the middle of the road in the middle of nowhere with his beloved bike in pieces.

And isn't it just his kind of luck that the closest garage he finds seems to be firmly in the hands of the local chapter of a one-percenter motorcycle club? At least ten of the guys hanging around are clearly recognizable as club members by the patches on their leather cuts. Steve can feel their eyes on him as he approaches though no one is looking at him directly.

He's as wary of them as they seem to be of him, if not more. He's aware they don't like strangers and he's even more aware that these kind of 'clubs' are just as full of bullshit and toxic masculinity as the Navy. Steve has sworn to himself that he wouldn't hide anymore, that anyone who has a problem with who he is can fuck right off. He's fucking done with playing by anyone else's rules. But he needs his bike to be fixed and he doesn't want to cause trouble so he keeps his head down, trying to find the right balance between looking intimidating enough without being provocative.

It works better than he wants it to. Because while he's waiting for someone to look at his bike, some of the guys cautiously strike up a conversation with him, like they're testing the waters, trying to figure out where he stands. They've recognized him as ex-military and they're friendly towards him, probably they've gauged him as potentially useful. They ask him which branch he served in and when he left; when they ask about the why Steve doesn't exactly lie when he tells them he got kicked out for conduct unbecoming, but he doesn't elaborate either.

Turns out he was right: When it becomes clear that the repairs on his bike take at least a day or two, he gets offered help and accommodation by no one less than the club's Vice President. Of course he’s being asked to work a job for the club in exchange—but he's been expecting it and he doesn’t hesitate for long. He doesn't have anything to lose. He’s got the skills, why not use them to his advantage as he pleases when the Navy doesn’t want him as he is?

Steve doesn’t plan on staying. Instead he plans to leave as soon as he's got his bike back and his debt is settled, except—

Except there’s this short blonde dude everyone calls Danno that has caught his attention. It's not solely his good looks that catch Steve’s interest, though. It’s more that he sticks out. He’s not a big number in the club—yet. He’s ambitious and he’s clearly set to move up the ranks soon, but to Steve’s trained eyes he’s trying too hard. Something about him doesn't pan out, but Steve can't put his finger on what it is.

Plus, the guy seems to have taken an interest in Steve, too. He's always around, watching, observing. He's always got a snarky remark and Steve can’t tell if it's a risky game of flirting he's playing or if it’s dislike over a perceived competition or if there’s another, ulterior motive. Either way, he's intrigued enough to stay for another job and he doesn't exactly mind that Danno seems to have become the guy to keep an eye on him.

He soon learns that they work well together, and it makes even more sense when he learns Danno used to be a cop. He's got tactical training under his belt and it shows. He's also been fired from the police, which has something to do with drinking and anger issues and his ex-wife. But whatever the details, the bitter experience is something that connects them. Steve finds there's a lot of connection between them and if the circumstances were any different he's sure there could be a friendship between them or—

But it's neither the right time nor the right place and Steve is a burned child so what the hell is he even thinking?

Danny

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114 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I would also like to ask h50 for the ship meme ;) (but if someone already did that, then Ted Lasso)

Thanks for returning the favor! 😁 (H50 is not unexpected. Ted Lasso is and I will answer that in a separate post.)

H50

otp: McDanno, no surprise there

favourite canon pairing: McDanno, no surprise there; Tani/Junes, who are adorable and sadly funnily a complete mirror image of Danny and Steve (therefore proving the point that the only reason McDanno isn't canon is because they're not a het couple)

worst pairing ever: For me, Danny/Rachel are even worse than Steve/Cath because I don’t get how Danny is supposed to still love Rachel and trust her when she lied and betrayed him like she did, repeatedly

guilty pleasure pairing: Cath/Kono is one of my favorites; I also ship Joe White/John McGarrett, I guess the writers wanted to make us believe it was an unrequited Joe/Doris situation, but I like this spin much better; then there’s Mary/Kawika which my friend @cowandcalf came up with and I wholeheartedly agree with her; Quinn/Noelani in season 10

a pairing you want to see more: I wish we would have gotten more (happy) glimpses of Steve & Freddie, because all we got was one episode full of heartache

that pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: None, except probably McRollins but I wouldn't call their fans everyone

favorite non-romantic pair: the whole ohana; I also love Steve & Mary being siblings and important to each other; I love Steve & Cath as friends, because she is one of the few connections to his life pre Five-0; Danny & Kono being BFFs; Danny & Tani commiserating; Steve & Junior and their SEAL brotherhood

put a fandom in my ask and i’ll answer

122 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

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Recap Prompt: Do You Wanna Taste It by Wig Wam (Can you tell I watch Peacemaker? 😆)

Float straight to the stars on that flying thing

Character: Sylvester Pemberton/Starman

Reader: Neutral

My first thought was of a cosmic staff ride idk

"This is not what I was expecting when you called and said you had something to show me."

"I was pretty surprised about it myself," Sylvester said from where he was outside of your window, which you wouldn't have batted an eye at if you didn't live in an apartment building. On the fifth floor.

He was being held in the air by a familar glowing staff, one you knew had been created by Ted Knight, then passed to his son Jack. Why Sylvester had it and not Starman himself, you weren't sure. Unless...

"Did something happen to Jack?"

"No, he's fine," Sylvester said quickly to reassure you. "He decided to retire and go off to San Francisco with his family. Brought the staff to me before he left."

"It did always seem to like you." You shivered and hugged yourself, the cold night air finally getting to you. "Never understood why though."

The staff made a funny noise, almost like it was offended. But it didn't know you like Sylvester did, or that you giving him shit and keeping his ego somewhat in check was just par for the course.

"I'm not going to question something with such great taste."

You rolled your eyes, not helping the smile that also came with it. "So what does Pat think?"

Sylvester simply shrugged. "He doesn't know yet. I came straight here."

"You...?" The first person he told wasn't his best friend and partner, it was you? Your cheeks began to warm in spite of the winter weather coming in through the window. "Well I'm sure he'll be excited for you. Plus, 'Starman and Stripesy' sounds a lot better than 'Skyman and Stripesy'. It's better for both of you."

You'd been teasing him a lot for that name ever since he chose it, but he was a little too old to still be calling himself the Star-Spangled Kid. He supposed he didn't have to worry about that anymore.

"So...are you going to keep standing there, or are we going for a ride?"

"Syl, it's freezing outside! Come to think of it," you gestured to the light jacket he wore, "how are you not cold?"

"You'll see." Sylvester held his hand out for you to take. "Come on."

As soon as you were pressed up against him, the cold air completely disappeared, leaving a comfortable warmth behind. And it wasn't just from him, there was no way. "Whoa."

You glanced between his hand, his face, and the golden light of the staff. Surely he wouldn't let you turn into a popsicle. "Fine." You grabbed his hand and climbed through the window, allowing him to hold you by the waist.

"Yeah, I didn't see 'personal heater' being on the list of things it can do either."

Sylvester kept his arm tight around you as he took off into the night, smiling a bit in spite of himself when you held him just as closely. And he couldn't help looking at you as you took in the sight of the city from above. You'd flown before, but only during JSA fights where you didn't have time to appreciate the view.

Even better than the city was when he flew you far past it, to where the light pollution didn't quite reach. To where you could see more than just a few stars in the sky.

He stopped mid air and held the staff sideways. "Can you stay right there?"

It visibly locked in place and gave him a low hum in response.

"Thanks." Sylvester turned to you and nodded his head towards the staff. "Get on."

You looked down at the ground, letting it fully sink in that you were very high up. But you also knew that Sylvester wouldn't let anything happen to you, and neither would the staff.

"It's a good thing I trust you," you said as you sat up on the staff, Sylvester doing the same once you were settled. The both of you turned attention to the stars and moon where they hung in the inky black sky.

Sylvester was used to flying with his cosmic converter belt, but the cosmic staff was like the same thing on steroids. He still couldn't quite believe that he was there all the way above the clouds, or that he was the new Starman.

Or that he was able to share this view with you.

The next day, he would reveal his new alter ego and staff to the world, but that night, it was just for you and him.

[bluemoonperegrine]

Wolf Be Upon Yeet: Part II

In which @vicarious-rebel and I chatted via DM about the Werewolf By Night and Moon Knight crews in her headcanon which includes Elsa's pet eldritch horror Stony. Here's part I.

Stonyverse short fics: "Of blood and stone" and "Something Awful This Way Comes" (ao3 link).

This edition is more philosophical and about character development than silly. There's plenty of silliness to come!

Vi's text is black. bluemoonperegrine's text is blue. (I mean, of course.)

Talk to me about what 200+ year-old Jack is like. Other than [another character], I've never written a very old character before. I just... I have no idea. Can't fathom it.

When writing the [other character] I was able to lean on wide-eyed innocence and fish-out-of-water stuff.

Jack is not innocent. He's seen and been through A LOT, yet has held on to kindness and trust somehow.

Jack is a very tortured soul who tries really damn hard to keep his humanity intact no matter how hard it is and even though there are times when he fears he might let his anger slip and lean into the more bestial side of his nature, he still tries to compensate for it somehow

I imagine him much the same. At 42 he's still a baby werewolf so he's not too tortured yet.

I see him as someone who's also gone through a lot of heartbreak so he's not at all careless when it comes to who he lets in

What I don't get about long-lived characters is how they have the motivation to keep going. Life is a mix of good and bad, but after you've been through 200+ years of bad, is the good enough? Or is it hope or wanting to repent or help others?

In Jack's case it's a mixture of optimism and stubbornness. He sees just a little bit of hope in another's eyes and it's enough for him to keep going. And it's cumulative

Every time he helps a person or a monster and sees the relief/joy/gratitude in their eyes or when they gift him something as thanks for helping them, he clings to those things like a lifeline

then Jack looks into Stony's eyes and is like run away 😆

but Stony is an odd one so we can forgive him for that

In my headcanon, Jack avoids looking at Stony's eyes at all costs. Then again, he generally avoids Stony, so easy peasy

Jack: don't look it in the eye, don't look it in the eye, don't look-

meanwhile Marc is totally unbothered, playing around with it

Marc: Hey, Stony's eyes are like convex mirrors.

Steven: Like a funhouse! *makes faces*

Jack: *speechless* *aghast*

Jack would totally get worried over Marc being so casual about Stony

Jake, on knowing Stony wouldn't hurt them, likes to stick his mouth in its jaws and watch Jack become pale as a ghost just to mess with him.

I can imagine one of the moon boys casually leaning against Stony while snacking on something. He/they share the snack with Stony. Stony prefers freshly killed meat, but will settle for a good burrito.

gotta love everybody just acting natural around Stony like he's always been this way and Jack's just shaking at the knees

Jack has oddly inconsistent fear reactions, I think. Like Stony freaks him out but potentially getting found out at the Bloodstone funeral is like "this would be bad but eh"

a monster could kill him? not ideal but he can work around it

and Ted doesn't freak him out.

When they first met, was Jack not afraid from the start?

Maybe Jack stumbled upon Ted in a horrible situation and rescued him. No fear then.

saying something slightly too close to werewolf experience and someone gives him an odd look? fuck, shit, fuck i fucked up, i shouldn't have said that

it'd be very interesting to find out how he met Ted and whether or not he was afraid of him, considering Ted's acid is a reflex

it's funny; in my baby werewolf version of Jack he totally shrugs off saying stuff that suggests he's not fully human. Example: he tells a human he's working with an odd detail about a monster's scent. Gets a weird look.

Jack: I have a sensitive nose. *shrug*

Now, if things happen and he's exposed as being not human, he goes straight into "shit shit shit" mode.

yeah, I really want to write baby werewolf Jack meeting Ted. I have no idea how that happens yet. Won't let myself go down that rabbit hole just yet.

I think in my case it's because Jack didn't know he was a werewolf until it was too late, by that time he had heard many stories of monsters and knew how people reacted to them and he had to figure stuff out on his own because by that time his father was dead and he had no one to guide him

and he was pretty scared about being found out and killed and potentially his loved ones meeting the same fate

that's one of the things I hate about the comics canon: if you're a parent and know your kid is going to turn into a monster, how do you not prepare him or her? I mean, that's unconscionable.

Perhaps Laura wasn't sure if Jack and Lissa were cursed.

If I were her I'd have tried to prepare them anyway

I headcanon that Jack's father [Gregory] was actually working on what he thought was a cure to the curse through the Darkhold, so he didn't prepare his kids because he hoped he could break the curse before Jack turned 18

Part of why my WBN is such an AU is that I decided that Laura tells Jack and Lissa about the werewolf curse when Jack turns 17.

The kids don't believe her at first, of course.

I changed other stuff so that there's a viable pathway for them to believe her. Jack actually has some help and support, and shit still goes off the rails.

it didn't happen though, because he [Gregory] was killed before he got anywhere with it and since Jack's family started running after that, his mother was usually occupied with other things

When did Laura die, and where's Lissa?

I see Jack as eventually going solo so his mother and sister don't have to move constantly in fear for his life

he finds out from Lissa when their mother died but didn't find out when Lissa herself died until he passed through a graveyard one day and saw her name

How itinerant is Jack? Does he have multiple crash pads?

since Jack's always on the move she didn't always have a way to contact him

yeah, and much of their lives were pre-telephone

Jack moves around but really only bc he has to, he otherwise tries to settle down and I like the idea that he often stays at monster communities

He's lucky because he can pass for human most of the time

How do horses react to Jack?

horses are wary of him but generally only try to run if he gets too close or tries to touch them. That's how ppl get suspicious of him sometimes

the horses don't vibe with him and they're immediately alert

Jack was very happy when trains became commonplace lol

Trains are a godsend for Jack not least because he actually does enjoy traveling and trains allow him to go long distances

What's the deal with his werewolf form? Is it like the special? Does he have a hybrid form he can control?

the form in the special is what he really looks like when he transforms

he's a smol werewolf

at this stage he doesn't know how to control it or tap into it. But I have a darker version of him that absolutely has control over it

which does he prefer: cars or motorcycles? Also, how many languages does he speak?

cars bc they can act as shelter and a barrier to outside stimuli

I see him as speaking Spanish, English, French and a bit of Latin