#ok whoa there I’m getting a little too weird

[bamjammy]

My Billford friends. I present you: Will Wood. This is song is them. Not up for debate, thanks and I’m correct. Analysis below. Also TBOB spoilers probably

This is a lyric by lyric analysis about why this song is them. Most of (if not all of the song) is Bill’s perspective in my mind, Will Wood definitely captures his weird chaotic energy. Not every lyric matches. That’s ok, I’m just gonna skip those. The song is still them. Lyrics will be in quotes, analysis will be in parentheses and also a different color.

“Why do you wanna kill me?”

(I also hear this as “what are gonna do, kill me?” sometimes cause it’s a little hard to understand him. I feel like both fit a bitter/cocky Bill talking to Ford in the pyramid)

“Say you're still her, the woman you were, and you haven't turned into someone who never could love me again”

(Ok obviously Ford is not a woman, we can just ignore that part. The point of the lyric is the narrator, in this case Bill, wanting reassurance that he is still loved, I feel like this would be more subconscious on Bill’s part, but that denial is absolutely palpable during weirdmaggedon/TBOB)

“'Cause you never broke my heart, no, you fixed it, and now it works, but only enough just to suffer that hurt. Whoa-oh-oh-oh”

(Ok I fucking love this line especially in this context. This is literally their entire dynamic like, c’mon. Bill, up to the point of meeting Ford, had been manipulating people all throughout human history. It really feels like Ford is the first one he got so deeply attached too, so much so that he would want to convince him to join him in ruling over everything as an agent of chaos. Ford was captivated by Bill the moment he met him, believing him to be a higher power capable of provisioning him with what he needs. As their relationship progresses they sort of have a reversal of roles, Ford comes to despise Bill and fear him, Bill comes to be obsessed with Ford. He NEEDS him. God I love this line)

“What can I say to convince you to slip back into my arms again? I won't do you no harm again. Let me tell you that I'm sorry and that-”

(I don’t think Bill would ever say sorry out loud unless it was specifically to be manipulative, but after reading TBOB there is clear regret at losing Ford. Even if it’s not remorse you can tell he wishes he’d gone about things differently even though he refuses to admit it. Also the ���slip back into my arms again” thing, again I associate with him trying to convince Ford to join him in weirdmaggedon.)

“I'm just a little bit crazy about you, Just a little bit out of my mind, Just a little insane without you”

(Bill’s always been a little insane by nature of who he is, but he goes to such extremes to get Ford to stay with him (see TBOB missing journal pages) and then STILL tries to convince him during weirdmaggedon after he’d already been rejected and despised. He makes him CRAZY. It’s kind of sad)

“Please come back and be just a little bit mine- Just a little bit mine”

(He wants him back soooooo bad it’s really just pathetic at this point)

“I never thought, and if I did, I forgot while blacked out in love”

(I don’t think Bill thinks through much of what he does to Ford in those desperate moments if at all. They’re just that- desperate. Can also be interrupted as Bill possessing Ford, when he “blacks out” and finds himself harmed or in danger, he obviously can’t remember those moments when Bill takes over. Bill interrupts this as “blacked out in love” either to justify it to himself or to convince himself Ford still loved him. I think that’s a fun interpretation)

“That what's only starting would've come to an end but now, I'm hungover and hung out to dry, and I'm giving it time”

(Time passes faster for Bill, it should feel like a blip in his life but it consumes him. The “hungover” part, see TBOB “Losing Sixer”. It’s the best page)

“Does not knowing the truth turn my words into lies? Whoa-oh-oh-oh”

(I could see him absolutely trying to play dumb in last ditch attempt to get Ford to trust him again. Fucking loser lmao)

“What can I say to convince you or do to make you agree with me?”

(Again, desperate. See all my previous allusions to the weirdmaggedon scene)

“I don't need you to be with me, Just try to remember what you'd see in me”

(I feel like this line could be a breaking point for Bill, where he’s desperately grasping at anything to make Ford continue his work, including harming, threatening him, etc. I know a lot of these lines have come back to the same thing but it’s just. The vibes, y’know? I feel like this is specifically the part where Bill tries to call Stan, which scares Ford into actually reaching out to him, Bill inadvertently causing his own demise. That’s from TBOB btw. I warned you about spoilers)

(Cut the chorus since I already analyzed it)

“I'll be here singing 'til our heartbeats might slip back into that rhythm again”

(Bill waiting for the right moment to strike. The moment Ford steps out of the portal Bill sees an opportunity, he’s done biding his time. You feel me?)

“Whether it is or isn't the end, Who cares? God knows that I could use a friend!”

(Bill is living in so much denial it’s suffocating. I mean, it’s not even just Ford, it’s his whole life. He’s in denial about how people in his home dimension treated him, he’s in denial about the fact that he’s not all powerful, he’s in denial about how similar he is to humans, and he’s in denial about Ford not loving him (and also in denial about Loving Ford). There is no end because he refuses to accept it, but then tries to brush it off like he doesn’t care, because he’s in denial about caring. My boy, YIKES!!!)

Cut the rest of the song cause it’s just the chorus again but longer. Anyway yeah the point of this is Bill is a desperate freaky ex with weirdo Will Wood energy, Will Wood’s music is good and I love it and you should listen to him if you haven’t, and I’m not normal about them and their weird fucking dynamic. Enjoy and eat well my strange creatures

[honeyjars-sims]

2.11 The Ideal

Johnny: Sorry I couldn’t take you to a nice restaurant or anything. 

Lexie: That’s ok, you know I don’t care about that kind of stuff. Besides, you know how busy restaurants get on Love Day. This is way more romantic.

Johnny: I’m glad you like it. I remember you said something about liking picnics a while back, so I thought this would be a nice surprise.

Lexie: It is! How do you even remember stuff like that? 

Johnny: I don’t know, I just really…like you so I want to do things that make you happy. 

Lexie: Well, it’s really sweet. I appreciate everything you do for me. I just always feel bad that I don’t do stuff like this for you in return.

Johnny: Hey, you do a lot for me, too. It means a lot that I can talk to you about stuff and you always know the right thing to say. Having your support is all I could ever ask for.

Lexie: I’m glad you feel like you can talk to me. I’m always here for you, no matter what. [pauses] I hope I didn’t make you feel weird or anything when we were talking to Cece and Ben the other day. 

Johnny: Oh, about our future and stuff? No, you didn’t.

Lexie: Good, because I was thinking about it later, and I didn't mean for it to come across like I was saying I don’t see a future with you. 

Johnny: No, I get it. We’re still teenagers. I don’t expect you to have your whole life figured out. I know I sure don’t.

Lexie: I know. I’ve just been thinking about what Cece said. I mean, do you want to get married and have kids one day? Is it going to cause big problems if I don’t? What if–

Johnny: Whoa, slow down! Look, I don’t know what I want. It’s always been hard for me to even think about the future. I just didn’t see anything good happening for me. Can I be completely honest?

Lexie: Of course.

Johnny: Since I met you, I have been thinking about my future more. I don’t know if I want to get married or have kids. I’ve thought about it sometimes, and it sounds nice. For way, way, in the future, I mean. But least now I feel like it’s possible if I want it.

Maybe it will be with you, maybe not. Maybe I’ll decide to take my life in a different direction. But for the first time, I feel like my life isn’t just this thing that’s happening to me. I finally have some control over things. I don’t know if that makes sense.

Lexie: Yeah, I totally get you. I think it’s amazing that you’re hopeful for your future…but Johnny, I didn’t do that for you. That’s all you, my guy! You’re taking care of your mental health, and your outlook is improving.

Johnny: You sound like my therapist.

Lexie: [laughs] She’s a wise lady. I know we’ve talked a lot about your struggles, but I don’t have this whole life thing figured out, either. Sometimes I feel a little lost, like who am I, really? Like, I’ve been playing video games since I was a kid, is that the only reason why I play them now? Maybe I have some secret hidden talent that I don’t even know about, but I'm just going along with what my friends like. Sorry, I know that seems silly in comparison.

Johnny: It’s not silly! We both have plenty of time to figure all this out. And at least we get to have fun together while we do. We shouldn’t be stressing about our futures right now.

Lexie: Ugh, now you sound like Ben.

Johnny: What’s wrong with that?

Lexie: Nothing, really. He just bugs me. Don’t you ever meet someone who irritates you for no reason?

Johnny: I guess so. Just don’t get into any fights with him on our trip. Oh, I know what it is! [Johnny leans over and tickles Lexie]

Lexie: [giggling] Do you, now?

Johnny: Yeah, you’re comparing him to me and he just can’t measure up to my perfection.

Lexie: Yeah, that’s totally it! You’ve ruined all other men for me because you're the ideal.

Johnny: I’m glad you agree!

[Johnny and Lexie kiss]

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[chalterdh22]

Day 1: Joel and Tess in Anticipation – Augtickletober2023

Summary:  Joel and Tess’s relationship pre- Ellie mission.  Tess wants to stir things up with their relationship, so she tries something new with Joel.  She wants to relieve him of his stress, but it’s not in the way he thinks.  Will he like it, or will it about kill him?

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don't read.  Mostly fluffy actually, which is weird with these two.  Few swear words, but that’s all. 

Lee: Joel

Ler: Tess

Joel and Tess didn’t have a normal relationship, especially in a post-apocalyptical world, as they didn’t have a lot of alone time and were constantly working the system to their favor.  But every now and then, they would have some time they would be able to spend together. 

On one such occasion, about 5 years after they moved into the QZ, they actually had a day where they weren’t needed anywhere and nothing urgent was at hand.  The night before, they both wanted just a time of relaxation where they could just hang around their little apartment and get some much-needed rest.

They knew they had extra time, so Tess asked if Joel had ever wanted to try anything new.  He shrugged his shoulders, not saying anything really.  She thought either of embarrassment or he really didn’t have much or a thought on anything more.  She didn’t push it, so she thought about herself. 

The man she had fallen for under the strangest of world circumstances, was a strong, alpha male, who worked hard to get everything he wanted and more.  He wasn’t the best at taking orders but did what he had to do to survive.  So, she thought, maybe she could take some control from him and that might relax him. 

After their small dinner and booze they shared, they both lay down in their unmade bed looking at each other, groggy with the cheap liquor they had mixed with not a lot to eat.  She touched his face and he leaned into her touch.  “Can we try something different tonight, Joel?”  she asked softly.

“Sure. What did ya have in mind?”  He continued to lay there as she caressed his face. 

Tess rolled out of bed and grabbed a few different belts.  “Hey, whoa Tess.  I’m not into getting a beating!”  She rolled her eyes. 

“Take off your clothes but keep your boxers on.”  she ordered him sternly.  This peaked his interest.  He did what he was told and sat on the bed waiting.  “Lay down.”  She grabbed his arms, raising them above his head to the headboard.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Shut up and play along.  You’ll like this.”  He scoffed and had a small grin form.  She tied his strong arms above his head.  “Oh, hold on.” She reached behind her grabbing a piece of torn cloth.

“Ok, yeah, cuz I might be going somewhere Tess!”  She shook her head and leaned towards his wrapping the cloth around his eyes.  “I dunno about this…” his voice trailed off.

She grabbed one of his strong legs and pulled it, extending it out to the corner of the bed and looping the belt around his socked ankle.  “Ummm, Tess?” Before he could say anything else, she grabbed the other leg and did the same.  She stood at the foot of the bed, pretty proud of her handy work.

Smiling, shaking her head, and thinking about all the craziness she was about to do to him, but not really planning anything, he laid there helpless, his breathing increased over the anticipation of what awaited him.  “Gotta say, Joel, I could literally destroy you right now if I wanted to.  But lucky for you, you’re too cute and I kinda want you around.”  As she said that to him, she walked up to his torso, and lightly traced her fingers from his kneecap to his side.  As she did this, a shiver went through his body and a small grin appeared.  This interested her, so she walked around to the other side of his body, doing the same thing.

This time though, he really was flinching and gasping a little, trying to cover it up.  “Damn girl let’s get on with it!  You’re driving me crazy!”  She continued to smile at him, but her focus now was more on his reactions to his touch. 

It was almost like it tickled him.  She had never done that with him, mostly because the new world they lived in was a quick and violent world, so they didn’t have a lot of flirting time.  So, this was new to her, and quite humorous to see her big, scary boyfriend at her complete mercy.

Time to change tactics, she was thinking.  “Joel, it makes me happy when you’re so relaxed.  And to see you smile and laugh a little bit would be the ultimate relaxation I’d think.  His face grew stern, and he was clearing his voice a bit.  She just stood there, letting him sweat a bit.  It was good for him.

“Ok Tess, this isn’t fun anymore.  Untie me.”

“Mmmmm, no.  This is fun for me.”  She straddled his hips now and gently placed her hands along his ribcage, massaging his ribs gently.

“Tess, nooooo!  Wh-what are yyyou doing?” He yelled out, almost bucking her off him.

“Let’s call me your stress reliever Joel.”

“I I I doon’t waaannntt iiiitt!” he barely got out the words of his mouth.

“I do, now shut up and let me have some fun for a few minutes!”

She dug into his side now and he started barking out a huge laugh, that probably alerted the whole QZ. 

She then switched tactics and leaned back to his thighs and squeezed them for a few seconds.  “Tttteeeeeeesssss!  Puuuuh-llleeeeease st-stooooppp!”  He was laughing, coughing, and gasping all at the same time. 

“Now Joel, I’m trying to give you a full body massage.  Sit back and let me do this for you!  I got one spot left.  “Your tired, old man feet!”  She spun around and scooted down his shins in reaching distance.

With yelling out a series of no’s, swears and bucking his body even harder, she noticed he was almost out of his wrist restraints, so she made quick work of scratching at his feet for about 20 seconds as he yelled and laughed at the same time. 

Tess felt a shift and realized he was almost free so she jumped off his shins and started undoing those belts.

As he finally got out of the wrist belt, he sat up, sweaty, tear stained and eyes swollen, face red.  “Damn girl, I thought you were gonna kill me!”

“Nah, I know you’re stronger than that!” She sat next to him and gave him a kiss, which he returned.  “I’m glad to see you smile and hear that laugh of yours though.”  She stood up and walked into the kitchen area, leaving him sit on the bed, still breathing heavily and still with a grin on his face.  He sorely needed this.

[skoulsons]

if anyone is interested. live notes of mine while watching ep5

AHSOKA EP5 UNHINGED NOTES

Jacens so cute

HIM HIDING BEHIND CHOP

the way he peaked out 😭

HUYANG WITH SABINES HELMET

DOES HE THINK SHE DIED

‘I told them to stay together’ :((

‘They never listen’ :/

SHADOW WARRIOR

OHEJDOSB DOEHDNEOHS WI OH

world between world looks so cool

ok actually not ready for this conversation uhhhhh

YOU LOOK OLD 💀💀

baylan Skoll my boy

IM HERE TO FINISH YOUR TRAIJIJG

he’s so close to her why am iiiiiii

snips :(

can they hug actually.

OOIEHZ F SNTHE BLUEEEEE

I WOKT FIGHT YOU

IVE HESRD THAT HEFORE SJXHSKHDKSHSKSHDKS

I KNOW SHE SAYS THAT IN REBELS WHEN HES VADER AND THE WIAGDKWBDBDKSGSKS

I never finished clone wars or got very far or seen rebels in full I can’t imagine how this feels to the big big fans are you guys ok

SENATOR ORGANA :(

jacen what do you see bby

He’s so force sensitive.

LISTEN TO YOUR SON HES LIKE YOUR HUSBAND

THE LIGHTSABERS

bro world between worlds is crazy how does this even work

THE SCOREEEEEEEE SIDHSKDHSK ITS SO DELICIOUS 🤌🏻🤌🏻

THE GHOST I love hearing it called that

JACEN HAS ABILITIES HIS FATHER KANAN WAS A JEDI WE GOR THE NAME DROP AND THE CONFIRMATION AND THE AND

ohdkshdsk not Anakin’s iconic move

I love their footsteps on the bridge(??)

oh. oh no. are we getting flashbacks.

what’s going ON

O RN SKFHSKD ITS ORDER66 ZisNT IT

holy shit. it’s the 501st and anakin leading them.

OR NOT??? What’s going on

Hayden as clone wars anakin whatsjshskhsjdg

live action ahsoka wjayskwhkshd

TEMURA????? ?:?/?

GET AEAY FEOM THE ME HIS HAND ON HERS WHCIH CLONE IS THATD SKDHKSDHSJDHSK

REXRSRXWRXRSRXWTXRREXREXREXRSRX THATS GOTTA HE REX AFORSS FROM ANI RIGHT

is that aayla too i can’t tell but that’s gotta be rex right RIGHT

ITS REXRS DJSGDKSGDKSDGSKSGGS REX MY SWEET BOY DMDHDKDHD VEISHSMSVD

this is so weird in a good way but it’s WEIRD

imsorry I’m still kinda losing it over rex.

OFJGJHHHGGHA DBA THE VADER CHANGE THE CHANGE TO VADER AND BACK TO ANAKIN theyre reallt jusf teasing

xwings are so beautiful

‘You do things your way bc you care. That’s why people like you’ that’s like the nicest thing Huyang has said

Oh wonderful 💀💀

OOOOH she’s got two sabers now

OOOOH THIS IS THE MANDALORIAN ARC I REGNOGIXE THE ARMOR

AND THEYRE THE 332ND THE CLONES THEYGE GOT THE ORANGES AND WHITE AND BLUE

REXXXXXXX NIFE WORK COMMANDER MY LITTLE BROTHER AND SISTER

INLOVE HIM SO MUCH DISHDKDHDKDH

her s7 armor 🤌🏻

SIEGE OF MANDALORE YEAH YEAH YEAH

He looks SO s7/rots anakin I love this

Oh wow that shot looked very reminiscent oh the one from rots (I think form what I remember it’s been a minute)

OUIHRBS DENITS RED NOW

OOOHDBA FEKSJ THAT SHOT THATS SUCH A GOOD SHOT THEYRE LIKE SILOUHETTES WIRH THE LIGHTSABERS AND ASKDHSKDH

ENAODHWKSH THE ANAKIN TO VADER TO ANAKIN SKDHEKSHDKV STOP THIS DAVE

HIS EYES :(((

his one eye being red and the other being normal akdhskdhskdhhafsu

I know it might be the saber but also.

THEY STILL LOOK SO SITHY WHDJDID

THEYRE NORMAL YEAHHHHH

he’s gone :(

COULDNT THEYBHAVE HUGGED?????

aw she’s all tucked in <3

oh WHOA her thing is off I don’t think it’s ever been off before

not to take away from everything this episode has been so far but I really just like one scene with baylan and his daughter shin please.

heras little family :(

AWWWW AJDHAKDB CUYE LITTLR HUG LOOK AT THEM

Ahsoka cradling his head 😭

“No.” “Yes.” “No.” Love huyang

come onnn ahsoka

DOTS ARE CONNECTING

Chops “uh oh” 😭

PURRGILSSSSS

FOLLOW THOSE PURRGILS

is it two r’s or two l’s I forget

they just spawned In 💀

they’re so gross and cool at the same time

I feel like they should be following the current and not against it but. what do i know

oooh big boy

so. I don’t know what’s gone with them what is the goal here how do they work exactly

LOVE her white outfit are you KIDDING

AW THEYRE SWIMMING IN CIRCLES

do they get eaten or

ok well this is definitely going to end badly

carson 💀💀💀

CARSON

‘Kiddo’ im cool 🤠

orhskd it’s eye

looks like the mouth from nemo.

this is so insane

“I have no idea” 😭💀

THEYRE CHARGING UP TO JUMP

They way their tails light up 😭

[bacchicly]

Hey Garvez Nation...so I'm working on establishing the whole Lisa-Luke-Penelope friendly threesome for Part 4 of "Not Bound" and I am curious how this rings for those of you open for that sort of thing...so if anyone feels like having a gander and letting me know if it seems to be working ok... I'd appreciate it.

FYI: as I progress with the piece I am landing on the following sub-goals (my goals with smut writing is always writing something that follows my general "personal guidelines for writing smut" which are here)

1. AU that feels authentic to canon. Works for folks where Garvez is their OTP.

2. Explore the validity of a few different types of love and attraction without prioritizing one over the other (i.e. it is left to individuals to prioritize/negotiate the different types of love in their life) (which I am finding challenging to balance with writing a couple as an OTP!)

3. Show characters new to a kink in a way that is authentic to their understandable hesitancies and curiousities - without and -this sounds a bit weird - either kink shaming or fetishizing the kink

4. Use lots of horse / circus imagery because I am a dork but it's my damn hobby so I better enjoy it...and apparently thinking A LOT and writing to a theme is my happy place for this series.

5. Good orgasms and awww moments. For Garvez and maybe for a reader or two.

Excerpt of the wip "Whoa!" - part 4 of "Not Bound" Series set in season 15.

Words (so far): 1700 ish

Content: this part doesn't have anything too sexy/graphic...but story will eventually have pony play (gentle/beginner); breeding kink (gentle/beginner); mentions of and maybe graphic threesome sex (wwm); bi-penelope; bi-Lisa; maybe bi-Luke

Lisa and Penelope share a smile that is part appreciative and part indulgent as they listen to Luke backtrack his last statement and watch him stretch up to string the purple, white, blue, and black tassels in front of the window - a hint of belly showing when his arms raise above his head.

“Whoa! That is not what I’m saying! I CAN believe they are having a 5th baby - afterall the first four are certifiably amazing - but what I CAN’T believe is that I let you and Penelope convince me to host a shower for them.”

Penelope faux pouts and Lisa laughs and pelts him with the purple balloon she’s just blown up.

“Look - just think of it as more of a sprinkle, Hot Stuff. Babies deserve parties - whether they are first born, last born or somewhere in the middle. Am I right, Penelope? Or am I right?”

“Oh you’re so so SO right!”

“See? The All-Knowing-and-Ever-Perfect Penelope Garcia agrees with me! I must be right!”

Luke is about to throw a balloon at both of the ladies ganging up against him - when strains of the Doctor Who theme-song pierce the room. Lisa dives for her phone which is vibrating and ringing it’s little sci-fi heart out on the table. Luke looks absolutely gobsmacked at this development.

It is obviously work and Lisa is being called in - she quickly takes in the details and hangs up sighing.

“Well. No rest for the wicked. I have got to run, kids. I’ll have to take a rain check…although like I was saying earlier I have a date with a dishy dude from the obstetrics wing Tuesday - if I’m not called in - Sally says he’s the best nurse on the floor - so…"

"Ooohhhh! You have to text me after! I want all the details! Luke and I will have our fingers and toes crossed for you that he's a keeper."

"Of course, Gorgeous! And I am entrusting you both with the solemn duty to make sure my present gets to Matt and Kirsty? I fear I will not make it to the party at this rate."

"Will do! But Honey Bunches, it's too bad you have to go though…I was looking forward to seeing if the stuff fit."

"Next time, Babe - although if latest date works out - no more grupo a tres fun for little old me. Ok I think that's everything - sorry for decorating and dashing but you know what they say… DUTY CALLS OVER BOOTY CALLS. And who knows - maybe there will be some Grupo a quatro in our future…can you imagine Luke kissing my true-love-dishy-nurse while we watch?"

"While we make out you mean. But yes! Ok safe travels you! Give me a squeeze and text when you get safe to the hospital?"

Through all this extended womanly banter and Lisa gathering her things, Luke has been staring at his ex-turned-friend like she's grown three heads.

"Alright, toodles you two - open the package, ok? Promise? No need to wait for me. Bye Luke. Treat our gal right tonight!"

Lisa steps out of Penelope's warm goodbye embrace and goes to give Luke his hug goodbye but he stops her.

“Wait. Before you go. Explain.”

“Well, Luke. You may recall from our time together that I am an ER Doctor now and regularly - particularly when there is fun to be had - get called in to save lives.”

“Not that, you goof.”

“Well - like I said this summer - I’m up for some no-strings fun with good friends - but more and more I am realizing that long term I want something more one-on-one - y'know 2.5 kids, a picket fence, boring everyday chores, maybe a backyard with a pool, so…”

“Not that either! You know I want the best for you and I told you earlier that a dishy nurse sounds good and that I'm rooting for him to be someone able to give you all the tlc you deserve. Tell me what I want to know, Woman."

"Then I have no idea what-" says Lisa loftily.

"You’re being deliberately dense, Lisa! Don't make me give you a noogie. And look,” Luke gestures at Penelope who has collapsed in helpless giggles on the floor, “-you’re going to kill our friend over here. What I NEED to know - as I am sure you are completely aware…is… Why do you suddenly have a Doctor Who ringtone? Since when are you into sci-fi?”

“Oh that! Well - as you might have heard - the new Doctor is a woman now. Penelope introduced us a few weeks ago after you left to do something macho and I am now A FAN. Penny helped me fix my ring tone and Voila! Happy now?"

"Yes. Thank you. You may now go. You leaving for work…you having a date… all that I can handle but 'Just Say No to Star Wars Lisa Douglas' having a whovian ringtone…was beyond me. But if Pen-el-o-pe Garcia was involved? That explains everything."

"Yep. She's magic this one. Penelope one-in-a-million-Garcia walks into your life and then WHAM! BANG! all sorts of things you didn't expect are happening."

Penelope sputters through her giggles and tries to right herself, "THANK YOU MA'AM… I think?"

"No need to think about it, Sugar Lips. The pleasure has been all mine. Ok I really have to jet…have fun but don’t get into too much trouble - Doctors Orders - you, my friends, both need to be able to stand at the party tomorrow.”

With that and a huge teasing smile, Lisa gives them each a fond kiss on the lips, whispers something in Luke's ear that makes him blush, smile and nod, shoulders her purse, and swans out the door - turning back at the last moment to throw these two best friends she's become unexpectedly close with over the last few months one last wink - then closes the door firmly behind her.

“I've said it before, Penelope, and will probably say it again - this - this is last way I expected things to work out when Lisa let herself in that day of THE swing - but, I have to admit, it’s been…a special kind of fun. I'm sorry she had to go early - but we'll just have to have extra fun on our own. Now let's get this place decorated - I believe there is a box with our names on it just waiting to be opened."

🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎

Luke and Penelope stand side by side silently staring at the box on the bed.

It seems extra big and somehow very conspicuous and extravagant against the plainess of Luke's bedroom - even though it is wrapped in non-descript brown paper.

Penelope is suddenly acutely aware of the slightly insane amount of money they had each chipped to bring them to this moment.

Luke is having trouble pinning down exactly what he's feeling. Anticipation? Excitement? Dread? Strangely shy? Honoured? All that and more? Nothing?

This may not be their first rodeo since agreeing that "sex-ploits" would be their "thing they do together as friends" - but so far their explorations had been more athletic or scientific - position and sensation driven - or - once Lisa had joined the fun - voyeuristic and social but this is their first step into something from the more BDSM side of things… maybe it was what they had encountered through their jobs which made them hesitant to cross the line which separates what they had done so far and rougher more darkly-psychological forms of sexplay…

The moment stretches and the box seems to double in size under their twin gaze.

Finally, Penelope turns to Luke and does a little move like she's introducing a circus act,"Well…show time?"

Luke is suddenly smiling and so is she - then a cinematic version of that night the three of them made the decision to order this gear gallops through both of their brains like a herd stampeding through a lightning storm.

🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎

Silky and sated after an afternoon of massage and slow relaxing lazy pleasurable menange à trois sex-plorations, Luke and Lisa loll in friendly silence on the couch waiting for Penelope who had gone to the kitchen to fix some sustaining snacks before they dive into the first of three spicey documentaries they plan to watch.

Penelope enters - naked and beaming - baring a ginormous tray of peach salsa nachos, a bowl of Cajun spiced pecans, a small plate of balsamic and goat cheese endive boats and three comically large copper-mugged Moscow Mules garnished with fresh mint and blackberries.

Luke looks at Penelope. She seems haloed by the light of the room beyond and he can't help but bask in the warm pulse of the breed of love he discovered he felt for her all.those.months ago on the 'day of the baking sex'.

Lisa looks at Luke. She enjoys his would-be-masked-to-everyone-but-her reaction to Penny's appearance and the reasurrance and ease their conversation from a few days before has brought. Without examining the impulse too closely - which has apparently been the theme of this whole whirlwind - Lisa doesn't bother to hide the joy at his reaction to Penelope; for her it is proof there could be a happy future for Luke - the man she had once hoped she would be able to build-a-life-with-love but then had been heartsick to realise that it was instead a best-friends-forever-but-still-sexual-love that she felt… still dear and vital and precious but different.

Fortunately, by some twist of magical fate, Luke felt the same for her and she felt the same for Penelope… thank fuck she had not hurt him the way she had feared she might.

The only kernal of doubt in her heart was that she still wasn't sure exactly what Penelope was feeling - and that did sometimes worry her… but she couldn't live her beautiful friend's life for her… that had to be Penelope's path to forge… and the three had been careful to set the rules so that consent was sought and trusted.

So, come what may, Lisa has given up on worry and perfectionism for the first time in what feels like a lifetime to enjoy and learn a bellyfull from this odd but deliciously pleasurable side adventure which mysteriously cropped up in the midst of her self-declared quest to meet the right someone to build-a-life-with-love.

🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎🎠🐎

At Penelope's cue - like a knife-thrower - Luke brandishes the box-cutter he's brought upstairs with him and confidently slices first brown paper and then the tape on the box beneath. As Penelope pulls wide the box flaps, the air tangs with the earthy tanins of metal and leather. Luke leans over and places what he is half-amused half-appalled to discover is a shaking hand on white tissue paper which is dappled with line-drawings of horses printed with metallic turquoise ink.

...to be continued...

[khalixascorner]

Promised in Chains Pt 3

Summary: Omegas are considered too fragile to perform high risk jobs, and that definitely includes superheroing. Peter knows this and hides the fact that he's an Omega from everyone but his mentor. When a mission goes wrong and his designation gets revealed, his whole world seems to be falling apart until Tony offers him a way out. However Peter quickly finds that Tony's offer was not everything he thought it would be, and he must find his balance quickly in his new role as Omega mate of the Pack Alpha of the Avengers.

Tags: Starker, Rape/Non-con Elements, Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, Dark Tony Stark, Naive Peter Parker, Light Dehumanization, Light Feminization, Intersex Omegas, ritual bonding, Pack Dynamics, Manipulative Tony Stark, Manipulative Nick Fury, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Tony creates circumstances that force Peter to bond with him and then takes advantage of society's views on Omegas, Non-consensual medical examinations, No experimentation, But Cho does a full medical work up, without Peter's explicit consent, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Tony totally drugs him

Read on AO3 Part 1 Part 2

Peter ached when he finally woke clear headed. His neck twinged sharply, and Peter’s fingers shot up to touch the tender skin. He would have thought being Spider-man would have healed it faster but apparently, Omegan biology could not be denied. As he took stock of his body in general, he realized that it wasn’t just his neck hurting. Everything felt sore, and he was hungry and thirsty.

“Good morning, Peter,” Friday said cheerfully. Peter groaned but couldn’t bring himself to respond more coherently. “Boss said to let you know he’ll be in with your food shortly and that you should attempt a shower if you think you can manage it on your own.”

Peter didn’t move, because for the first time since he was bit, he felt weak. Instead, he tried to remember what had happened but everything was a haze. He couldn’t help but think he was missing something- something important- but his spider senses were quiet and eventually, he just gave up. His only hope was that the memories would come back naturally, but even then, heat induced memory loss and psychosis were so common that the memories were probably gone.

“Didn’t expect you to still be in bed,” Tony said as he slipped into the room while carrying a tray of food.

Peter groaned and buried his face into a pillow, causing the Alpha to chuckle.

“That bad, huh?”

“Just, don’t feel right,” Peter admitted softly. “Everything hurts and I’m exhausted.”

“Yeah? You have a fever?” Tony asked, touching a warm hand to Peter’s forehead.

“Don’t know,” Peter replied with a sigh. Tony just clicked his tongue and helped Peter sit up. Then he pulled the tray over and slid in next to Peter, slowly feeding him what was on the tray. It was weird but Peter was too tired to pull away.

“You feel a little warm but honestly, it’s probably the lack of calories,” Tony said as he continued to feed Peter. “We’ll make sure you take it easy today just in case though. Cho will be by later to confirm for the government that the bond took so I’ll have her take a look if you’re not feeling better by then.”

“Wait- we’re not officially bonded yet?” Peter asked, feeling panic shoot through him.

“Hey, whoa, calm down,” Tony practically growled and Peter froze at the Alpha’s tone. The older man continued only after he had resettled Peter against him. “It’s just a technicality, dotting our i’s and crossing our t’s. We’re mated and the entire Avengers pack were witnesses. No one is going to argue with that.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Peter mumbled, flinching for some reason when Tony sighed again.

“You’re not in trouble, Omega,” Tony said, running a hand soothingly down his side, and Peter’s body lost tension that he hadn’t even realized was there. “Just remember, I’m the Alpha here. I’ve got it, and you, ok?”

“Yes, sir,” Peter mumbled, the fatigue pulling him back under.

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Peter wasn’t sure how long he dozed before Tony was shaking him awake again.

“Come on, kid, Cho is waiting for us in the other room,” the Alpha said. 

Peter mumbled a response and tried to stand but he still felt a bit off. Tony noticed and picked him up, drawing a startled yelp from Peter. The Alpha shushed him and kept walking, so Peter sighed and gave up on walking himself. 

He thought they would be going to the living room or something but instead, Tony carried him into one of the guest rooms. Or it had been a guest room. Now, it looked like an extra large private Medbay room with a bed tucked on one side and an examination table on the other.

“What is all of this?” Peter asked quietly, nervous around the unexpected medical equipment.

“You’re a mated Omega and Spider-man,” Tony replied, as if that somehow explained everything. Peter wanted to ask more but Cho stepped back in from another door Peter hadn’t seen at first.

“Tony, thanks for making the time for me to come by so quickly,” Cho said, nodding at the other Alpha. “I’ve already reviewed what Friday sent me so we just have a few questions and the physical, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Of course,” Tony said, walking briskly to the exam table and depositing Peter gently on it. “I meant what I said about making sure we do things right.”

“Let’s get right to it then,” Cho said, grabbing a tablet. “How would you characterize your mating?”

“His heat was a bit stronger than I would think is normal but it was nothing I couldn’t handle, and it was likely in response to the stress induced heat coupled with the suppressors necessary to evacuate the battlefield,” Tony said, his hand absentmindedly running through Peter’s hair as he spoke. Peter leaned into it for a minute before realizing what he was doing and jerking back upright. 

Peter tried to sit patiently as Cho asked Tony more questions, but it was hard when he was still feeling off and neither Alpha was so much as looking at him. He tried to shift up on the table, only to freeze when Tony’s hand in his hair tightened. The Alpha glanced at him for only a moment but Peter saw the warning there, so he tried to settle back in.

“Was the Omega in any pain after the heat wore off?” Cho asked, and Peter perked up because it was finally a question for him.

“I was sore and tired,” Peter said but the Alpha didn’t even look at him. Peter opened his mouth to speak again when Tony spoke.

“He was lethargic and while he ate, it was not his normal amount. However, I would judge the level of discomfort as relatively small.”

“That’s not true,” Peter interrupted. “My neck really hurts, and the whole gland keeps twinging when I move, and everything aches like the time I got thrown into the shipping container.”

“He mentioned some irritation but his scent was not distressed, and Friday logged no other physical signs of distress or true injury,” Tony said, his voice a little sterner though neither Alpha looked at Peter still. “Obviously, you’re the doctor here, but I think the exam will show that there was no significant damage sustained during the mating despite the circumstances.”

“I’ll be sure to check the normal areas that Omegas complain about,” Cho assured Tony, and Peter felt like he wanted to scream. It was his body and they were ignoring him completely. He went to sit up, unconsciously choosing a more aggressive posture only to slump when Tony suddenly scruffed him.

“Cho, can you give me a moment with my new mate?” Tony asked, the displeasure clear in his voice.

“Of course, just have Friday let me know when you’re ready for me to come back,” Cho said, gathering up the tablet as she stepped out. Only when the door was closed did Tony release his neck.

Peter rounded on Tony, reading to challenge the man when he was interrupted by the Alpha’s growl.

“What the fuck was that, Peter?” Tony asked, his eyes flashing. “Are you trying to fuck this up?”

“What? I- What are you talking about?” Peter stuttered, thrown by the vehemence in Tony’s voice. The Alpha sighed and took a deep breath.

“Kid- Pete, when it’s just us, here at home or even in the lab, it's fine for things to stay the same,” Tony said, pulling a reluctant Peter into his arms. “But around everyone else, especially non-pack Alphas, you have to behave like a mated Omega. If you don’t, then it was all for nothing, because they’ll decide that either I don’t care to handle you or that I’m too weak to. And if they decide that? Then goodbye Spidey powers at the very least.”

“What does that even mean though?” Peter whined, feeling like the Alpha was giving him whiplash. First, he was gentle, then ignoring him, then mad, and now holding him comfortingly. “I don’t know what it means to be a mated Omega.”

“Well, for one, you can’t talk to other Alphas, full stop,” Tony said. “You’re mated and the only Alpha that should be paying you attention is me.”

“But I’ve talked to Cho before!” Peter argued. “She’s been my doctor forever and talked to me before.”

“That was before you were out as an Omega and mated,” Tony said firmly. “You can’t talk to her, Pete, or any of the others either. The pack Alphas, I’ll officially reintroduce you to once things have settled a bit, and then you’ll have them, but everyone else is off limits, Pete.”

“What about my work though? The lab stuff and-and my internship. What about school?” Peter asked, tears welling up without his permission. 

He had been so sure that Tony wouldn’t treat him like he was second class, and the Alpha wasn’t. Not exactly. He was giving Peter a safe bubble to be himself in private. 

But Peter had thought Tony would protect him in public too. Tony was always in the public’s eye, both as Pack Alpha Iron Man and as the mind behind SI which meant Peter would have to somehow survive all of those public events as well. 

“We’ll figure it out when we get there,” Tony said calmly. “But first, we need to get over this hurdle. You have to show Cho you can be a proper Omega.”

Peter shook as Tony gathered him into the Alpha’s arms. He was tired and everything hurt, and now, he was just supposed to accept that in public he was going to be less than a person. Despair bubbled in his chest and a sob slipped from his throat.

“Oh, Omega,” Tony murmured, rumbling gently. “It’ll be ok. I’ve got you.”

Tony continued to scent him as Peter cried, rocking him gently and humming a quiet song. Eventually, the sobs lessened to sniffles and then stopped altogether.

“Sorry,” Peter croaked, embarrassed by the outburst. “I don’t- I’ve never been this- I think something’s wrong with me.”

“You’re newly mated,” Tony said simply. “Your hormones are going to be all over the place for a while. Now, are you ready for me to bring Cho back in?”

“Honestly, no,” Peter replied, not feeling ready for much of anything. “But we have to so let’s just get it over with.”

“Just remember, no talking to her,” Tony said and Peter nodded.

It only took a minute for Friday to alert the doctor and for Cho to rejoin them. Peter couldn’t help hunching down and curling in on himself as she did. He tried to tune out the conversation between the Alphas, hoping it would make it easier, but he just felt more isolated.

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Peter jumped when he felt his shoulder grabbed.

“Time for the physical exam,” Tony murmured, and Peter nodded. He started to pull his clothes off, only to have his hands pushed gently away as Tony gave him a pointed look. He flushed but allowed the Alpha to remove his clothes.

He whimpered when Tony grabbed his pants and underwear but didn’t fight the Alpha as he was stripped. The room was warm, but it didn’t stop him from shivering as Tony positioned him on the examination table, legs in the stirrups and his whole body exposed for the Alphas.

“Friday, raise temp by 2 degrees,” Tony said even as Cho grabbed a pair of gloves.

“Alright, I’ll start with the Omega’s glands and then move on to his cavities,” Cho told Tony. Peter whimpered again, causing Tony to shush him. “Newly bonded Omegas often do best during the exams if their Alphas maintain some sort of contact. That way, they don’t overreact to a foreign Alpha touching them.”

“Hold his hand, got it,” Tony said, reaching out and grabbing Peter’s hand.

“Among other things,” Cho said with a chuckle. “I’ll let you know as we get to each part of the exam.”

“Sounds good, doc,” Tony replied easily.

Peter squeezed his eyes closed, trying to hide the tears that were building again. He didn’t want this, didn’t want to be touched everywhere by someone who wouldn’t even look him in the eyes or speak to him, but he didn’t have a choice.

Cho started by prodding around his still sore mating gland. Peter tried to take deep breaths through the pain but couldn’t hold back a grunt when Cho pushed especially hard on the bite itself.

“Hmm, that’s interesting,” she murmured as she slid her hands up his neck. She pressed into different places, all of which ached to varying degrees, and Peter was soon whimpering as it reached the point of oversensitivity.

“Come stand by his head, Tony,” Cho said, and Peter felt her hands slide down his body.

His arms were lifted and she pressed into his armpits. He would have pulled away, but Tony scruffed him without warning. Tears flowed freely as he cried in pain. The sound turned to a gurgle as two fingers were pushed into his mouth. Peter’s eyes flew open in shock, catching Tony’s dark gaze as he shuddered and whimpered around the fingers.

“Suck,” Tony growled, not quite to his Alpha voice, but close enough that Peter obeyed automatically even though his chest tightened at the disregard for his will. 

It was humiliating but the motion was soothing even if it didn’t get rid of the pain, and it calmed him enough that Tony released his neck. He sagged against the table, only to arch up when the doctor pinched his nipples.

He tried to lift his head to see what she was doing, but Tony pushed him back with the fingers in his mouth.

“Eyes on me, Pete, and I didn’t say you could stop sucking,” the Alpha growled, his voice even deeper than before.

Peter whimpered and started sucking harder as his nipples were played with, sending sparks straight to his cocklet. His eyes widened when he felt wetness start to pool too.

“That’s a good response, especially so soon,” Cho said and Peter saw Tony nod in response, though his Alpha never broke eye contact with him. “I’d like to test his pleasure responses, with your permission, of course. Given that he’s intersex, sometimes there’s issues with the dual organs.”

“Go ahead,” Tony replied. “Maybe check his prostate too if you don’t mind. He hasn’t been on top of his reproductive health since his presentation was my understanding.”

“Oh, yes, we’ll definitely want to check everything then,” Cho said. Peter twitched as her hand slid down his chest to his cocklet with no warning.

Tony stepped closer and leaned in so that his mouth was right at Peter’s ear.

“I want you to suck my fingers like you would my cock and imagine it’s my hands on your body when you come,” Tony ordered, his Alpha voice thrumming through Peter. “Now, be a good boy and come with that little cocklet of yours.”

Peter’s whole body seized as he came hard from just a few tugs. His mouth didn’t stop sucking even as he sagged against the table. Everything was fuzzy after that. There was an impression of clinical fingers pressing against his insides, then of something cold and hard filling him. Twice more, his body seized, leaving his mind blank for longer periods of time after each one.

He’ was shaking when he finally regained some semblance of composure. Cho was still there but she was no longer touching him while Tony had removed his fingers and was instead petting Peter’s hair.

“So, overall, I think the paperwork should go through. He’s responding very well on a physical level. Honestly, I’d say this is probably one of the most thorough matings I’ve seen actually,” Cho said. “Mentally, it’s clear he’s still struggling to adapt but given his circumstances, that’s not unexpected and you’re handling him very well. If you do need any support though, you have my number.”

“Thanks again, Doc,” Tony replied and Cho nodded.

“I’m sure we’ll talk again, and don’t forget to knot him so the shakiness goes away,” Cho said as she left.

Tony watched her go before turning to look at Peter. After everything, it was too much to be so exposed, and he just wanted to feel warm again. He curled up on the medical bench as sobs wracked his body and chills ran up and down his spine. His chest ached like there was a gaping hole in it and the depth of the feeling scared him.

Hands pulled him onto his back, spreading his legs as he sobbed again. Something warm pressed into him and hands ran along his body, trailing heat as they went. Weight settled over him and even though it should have been too much, Peter felt like he could finally breath. The heaviness in his chest lessened until it was a distant memory and the shivers that had plagued him finally stopped.

“There we go,” Tony murmured, laying gentle kisses on Peter’s neck while lapping at his bond mark. “There’s my Omega. Such a good boy, you did so well.”

Peter let Tony’s praise wash over him like a balm to his bruised soul. The Omega knew the reprieve would likely be short lived, and he’d need to really sit down and talk to Tony about the Alpha’s expectations, because there was so much he didn’t know. For now though, he was content to simply rest and let his Alpha take care of everything.

[castle-dominion]

castle 6x20 that 70s show

the 70s episode liveblog

I made my big bro watch this w me bc he's 70s obsessed.

Cement? mob hit? They would have had to weigh him down bc humans float in concrete. Also yeah what do you do? the one u call is the foreman. They deal with it not you. Reminds me of the ep where the police chief constable was gay & buried a body under the station & they found it while

KATE BECKETT I’ll make the coffee. CASTLE I’ll make the omelets. MARTHA RODGERS And I am going to make your day.

Love how the bells kind of slow down & go low & get weird. I mean at least the arch was nice.

MR: Richard, I am simply trying to bring a little pageantry into your wedding. But it seems that the only role you want me to play is that of guest. Fine. I can do that. I LOVE her

You can't make ANYTHING in a wedding a not-over the top disaster.

78 just like my brother's no wait falsettos was '79. disco era my beloved. RC: And a testament to the truly indestructible nature of polyester.

Milt Boyle: Vince Bianchi. Before he turned into the pile of bones you guys found. Love his VOICE

OH OH YEA DET. SANDVICH. OR SANOVICH I CAN'T TELL. HE'S THE ONE WHO SITS ACROSS FROM BECKS. I WAS TRYING TO REMEMBER THAT THIS MORNING. also under esposito's feet, he's at Det veiss(something) or messer's desk I can't tell what it says bc it is grainy & under shadow

Love the music too. Is it black or is it a dark colour? obv not powder blue... RC: It’s like being transported to a bygone era. Mickey the Blade? Louie the Lip? Where are these guys now?

Hey Frank Russo REALLY looks like the guy in the picture who, yk, went through second puberty. Love their accents. 4ksqft is a lot wow. Broke bread, shot the breeze, I love phrases. Harold Leone, as in lee-ohwn, not lee-ohwn-ee like brad leone from bon appetit Love how Becks calls Boyle on her own desk phone bc, well, yeah. Also set design my beloved, we have a pic of sanovich's kid on his desk

He knew things? Yeah ofc, he was the advisor!

Big bro thought that maybe this gal was just wearing Black fashion. Yvonne my beloved Frozen in time? Dumbass clothes? I thought it was cute. Wow it HAS been 40 years almost...

Beckett def not 70s enough.

YVONNE: Harold? You have guests. HAROLD LEONE: Huh? (he comes from the kitchen) Whoa!!! Well, this hot mama can be my guest all night long. He approaches KB and she holds out her hand. KB: Uh, sir, I’m Detective Beckett and this is Mr. Castle. HL: Captain. HL shakes RC’S hand. RC: (corrects) Castle. HL: Oh, Captain Castle. I bet you’re showing this little lady the ropes, huh? Breaking her in, huh? KB glares at RC. RC: Well, actually, um … HL: I mean, have you ever seen a cop with an ass that fine? If this is women’s lib, I’m all for it. KB: Excuse me? RC: To be fair, you do have a very fine … (off her look) never mind.

So humorous I love this man I love everything (but how does he look in the mirror w/o freaking out? it's like 50 first dates) Big bro LOOOVED the house & colours & wallpaper & stuff.

I love Harold & BECKETT SHUT UP YOU NEED TO MEET HIM ON HIS LEVEL. I know ppl who had to chase away spoon-wielding monsters every night for dementia patients, you do it & move on. It's ok.

No body no talkie. he IS delusional! "cupcake"

clipping clipping clipping I love I love I love snookie & ray the red car the absolute mess esposito pulling over ryan (giffing that) it's just... so good I'm insane

YOU MADE A CAST OF THE BODY!? Lanie just there like "what are you talking about?" unless caslte already asked her if she had any bodies to spare offscreen. LP: I’ve seen them do more with a lot less. But I don’t want to be a part of some crazy plan – RC: You have to. Because for this to work, this place has to look like the 70s. (he looks LANIE up and down) And so do you.

I love how the wife is there & he's smoking with the oxygen & I love this. Carcano: What, I’m going to bury a body in my own backyard? Plus, if I had someone disappear they’d stay that way. MC: If you boys have any more questions you can talk to my attorney. (he moves to leave) You know, after this long the truth is hard to find. If I was you I’d quit looking for it. Sometimes what’s in the past should stay there. (THIS MAN IS TELLING THEM TO STOP LOOKING. REMEMBER WHO HE IS: HEAD OF THE FAMILY, HE WAS TRYING TO MERGE FAMILIES WITH BIANCHI.)

OH SHE IS HOT Oh LANIE IS HOT TOO. (clipping) What if he touches him?

No wallet on him? or gun?

My poor harold. Hit you he's really gone? so will you come to the 2010a now? HOLY CRAP THAT'S-- STUFF IS HAPPENING. (castle flailing when the body hand was there lol. also how does that offer ANY protection from the gun?)

JE: *walks in* So I've got-- WOAH. *seeing Lanie* LP: Not a word KR: *talking abt the case* Right Javi? JE: I'm sorry what? *was staring at lanie* LP: !! *rolls eyes* & then that last little "nice dress" to her lil bro said not to clip but OOF I kind of wish I did

Tory my beloved.

Hm, ryan's pants don't match his jacket...

RC: It won’t burst his bubble... if it...looks like the 70s. Ooh she's ranking officer rn lol. WAIT CASTLE ALREADY OPENED A COSTUME ACCOUNT BEFORE ASKING BECKETT IF HE COULD DO THIS?

"let him dig on this 70s vibe" love the music coming in there the morgue was only one room? what about the drive there or the walk into the morgue? HIS MOTHER!!!??? A little bit, yes. YEAH FOR OUR WEDDING! RC: Let’s face it. We cannot let that woman anywhere near our wedding. But … she will love this. And then we get to solve the greatest mystery of the disco era. Besides the popularity of disco itself. It’s a win-win.

his little groove back Abysmal talent pool? Martha my beloved. Rick & his mom are like beckett & castle. Beckett: castle no. Castle: castle yes. Rick: mom no. Martha: YES YES OVER THE TOP YES!

Oh & the music! & I watched an abba parody production the other day before I watched this too.

LMGDAO A HIPPIE WOULD NOT BE HERE WITH THE COPS. Ooh it's a chalkboard! (So they made the photos black & white but... didn't remove them?)

Oh no snookie & ray Martha <3 ALEXIS (wearing that /gen tho)

Why would they need scripts? if they were pretending to be snookie & ray for real they'd need the mannerisms & backstory down, but ryan & esposito have interviewed ppl before. "super groovy" *ryan couching at the cigarette* Esposito frozen with his hands up p& ryan comes in to save him Righteous is in this context, not nec 80s, besides the 70s were from like 74 to 84 yk?

jive turkey again "my god who wrote this?" I love/hate the feathered chief in there

Glitterati? Do they have pagers? REACH BEHIND YOU & TURN OFF YOUR PHONE RLY QUICK, SAY IT WAS AN ALARM CLOCK IN THE OTHER ROOM. the deets? the details?

KR: Actually, it’s been though a lot of different incarnations, but guess what? It’s back to being a 70s club again! Me: WHAT LUCK

I like his nod. "take him to glitterati-- go! go!" *gates*

RC: Captain Gates! I thought you were at a terrorism seminar? VG: It was canceled due to a bomb threat. & did he? Yes! He did! Ryan & Esposito are taking him there now!

Girl your apb thing was not FROM this charade tho "especially you" CASTLE NO DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT THEY TOOK HIM TO A DISCO!

Love the car, love the raming, love the fall, love how esposito was the one who talked ryan into this but now ryan is the one who likes it

Love the dancing & the lights & the fun & the everything! HL: *dancing really well, having fun* Dancing fellow: *also having fun dancing "with" him* HL: Hey, baby. How’re you doing, hon? That’s a nice dress. Can I talk you out of it? (kind of good, all compliments, but wow v forward.)

Yay beckett is normal now. *castle on his phone* they would SO not get his that easy with the gun & stuff. *castle banging on the door*

Always wearing the same suit, it's his club outfit! does frank STILL own it?

*esposito dancing on the clock* he does still own it. maybe that's how it connects to the murder.

HL: Oh no sweat. *SMASH* (not clipping)

I like how he doesn't want to say the year. Also he KNOWS it is not '78 but he might not know the REAL year. "It is whatever year I need it to be" that was a GOOD answer!

"The private event was frank killing him" You figured it out from the time that you got shot at.

rysposito normal looking now "we DO think you killed him?"

Last dance was on the turntable <3 <3

"someone special" we KNOW who that someone special is babes. *lunchbag of evidence*

I think I assumed he stole evidence. Ah the 70s. Gay lovers in the mob in the 70s & this is beautiful. I mean the trauma of killing someone it could totally make you think it's '78 forever. I mean, Harold was also flirting with every woman around. (Maybe that was their thing. You can sleep with any woman, but you only LOVE me) Beard, lavender marriage, his number two...

REMEMBER THE MERGER? MICHAEL CARCANO! He kept it a secret from you that you were going to propose?

for a sec I thought becks was pantsless but it was just a light brown colour.

RC: You couldn’t handle the rejection. So as he left you shot him in the back, then again in the face. You know, because it was personal. Where did she get the gun tho?

It would NOT have stayed that way, these cops would have still solved it.

CASTLE BRINGING HIM OUT TO THE CLUB

YES YES YES THIS IS THE BEST EPISODE she CAN'T disco dance tho. Yay martha & alexis! RC: I’m just glad it covers more this time. Ryan & esposito chilling having fun I love it. (Tho if esposito was born in the 70s he might remember like,, kindergarten outfits. I only remember a few that are attatched to specific memories, like that striped early 00s (or really early 2010s except it was probably a handmedown) shirt I wore during geology in elementary. Lanie is back! & her hair is normal *ryan dancing* Gates I love her I love her (reminds me of that one fic I read, it was good, I want to dance with YOU, not any of these other people who might be prettier than you, because I want you.)

Harold my beloved <3 Last Dance is def going on my playlist.

ldjsklsdfkfjsdkljf GREAT EPISODE PEOPLE

[algea]

A Little Ghoulin'.

Prompt: You go to a highly aggressive location with Zak and the GAC and you get attacked by a malicious ghost.

Pairing: Zak Bagans x !female Reader

Warnings: girl idk, the GAC being themselves? also vomit

You were at another investigation with Zak and the crew. Everyone knew that you and Zak had something for each other, but the both of you were oblivious to it. This particular location had highly aggressive entities towards women. There were even accounts of demons attacking the women that’ve entered the building. Zak was already nervous bringing you as it was, but with this information, he was not having it. But of course, you insisted on going, even if it meant going against him.

“Are you SURE you’re alright going in there by yourself, Y/N?” Zak asked, gazing down at your face with a very worried look. 

You rested a hand on Zak’s chest and sighed,

“I’m fine Zak, really, I’ll call for you immediately if I run into trouble.” 

He sucked in a deep breath and muttered something too low for you to hear, probably irrelevant to you anyway. You drew your hand from his chest and rested on his cheek, softly stroking it with your thumb. His hazy, blue eyes met yours and the both of you shared and unknown contract, one that you would soon find out.

“I…You know I’m really against you going in there, right? I can’t let you get hurt like I would myself.” Zak sighed, his captive gaze holding yours. You only gave him a soft smile and ran your thumb slowly over his bottom lip. Zak’s lips ghosted a smile, but only before you heard a camera click and various noises of happy cheering.

“Dude! I knew it was gonna be here! Pay up, Billy!” Aaron exclaimed, still holding his phone in the position he took the picture in. Both you and Zak’s heads snapped over to him, only to see Aaron holding out his hand as Billy handed him a 20 dollar bill, and Jay snickering in the background.

“Shut up, Aaron.” Billy sighed, looking over at you and winking knowingly. You rolled your eyes at your best friend and dropped your hand from Zak’s face. 

“You two BETTED on when something like this would happen?” Zak questioned, his eyebrows raised and his head tilting towards them angrily. 

“Oh I am SO beating your ass after we get done here.” He added. All Aaron, Billy, and Jay did was laugh and crack jokes about you two. You snatched your personal camera up and turned it on before saying,

“Well fuckers, I’m heading inside.” 

You started to the door, which was on the opposite side of the large building. Zak followed you to make sure that you got in ok, as well as to be close by if you get in any danger. You stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. Zak placed his hand on your shoulder, leaned down and said,

“Don’t have too much fun without me.”

You smiled and reached up to place a kiss on his cheek. You then opened the door of the building and entered.

—————

The energy in there was like a hurricane, you felt so off every time you took a step.

“Whoa guys, I feel really off. Like every step I take man. Shit’s weird as hell.” You say as you walk further.

“You’re doing good, Y/N, just keep it up.” Zak’s voice said through the walkie-talkie. You went and sat down on a chair. You pulled out a spirit box and flicked it on, letting the static fill the electrified air. 

“Is there anyone with me right now?” You asked, looking around the almost pitch black room. You thought you could make out a tall black figure standing in the doorway of a room.

“Evil.” A woman’s voice came through, startling you.

“Zak, just as I said ‘is there anyone with me’ I saw a very tall black figure in the doorway of a room, then the voice came in and said ‘evil!’” You yelled, eyes looking at the X camera watching you. 

“Holy shit! We thought it said ‘evil’ too!” Aaron came in.

Just then, a voice came in and said,

“Demon…LEAVE!…”

But before you could say anything, something grabbed your hair and lifted you up off the ground. You shrieked and kicked, but to no avail because your feet were no longer touching the ground.

“ZAK! ZAK! IT’S FUCKING HOLDING ME IN THE AIR! HELP! HELP! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” You screaming, tears streaking down your face. 

You felt like your limbs were getting pulled apart from all directions.

“FUCKING HURRY ZAK, PLEASE!” You shrieked, choking on the vomit that was bubbling up through your chest. The vomit spewed out of your mouth. Zak slammed through the door and sprinted towards you. 

You crumpled to the floor in a crying heap. He didn’t care about the vomit on the floor, or the ugly crying that continued to come from you, he only cared about YOU. Zak’s hands grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into him, his muscular arms clinging to you like a small child to its mother. 

“I’m here, I’ve got you, I’m right here, shhhh…” Zak muttered into your ear softly, rocking you back and forth in an attempt to calm you down.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” Billy yelled, sliding onto the floor and grabbing your shoulders from behind.

You shook from your sobs, and Billy did his best to calm you down. Zak was silent, his mind at work. 

“Cmon Bill, let’s pick her up and carry her outside.” Zak suddenly said, wrapping an arm around the small of your back. Billy did the same, and they carried you outside. Aaron and Jay rushed over to you, giving you a warm embrace. 

“Dude that was insane! The evidence we just captured was awesome!!!” Aaron exclaimed, withdrawing from the hug.

“Aaron, shut the hell up, it’s not about the evidence right now, it’s about Y/N.” Zak snapped, turning his head and glaring at him. Aaron sighed and nodded his head in agreement after a moment of thinking.

“Aaron, you and Billy go back in there and take some Full Spectrum Camera photos. Jay, you watch them in case something else happens, I’m going to help Y/N clean up.” Zak said, handing the Full Spectrum Camera to Billy. All three reluctantly trudged to their destinations, knowing that leaving you two alone could be very dangerous. Zak took you over to a couple steps and sat you down, holding you worriedly.

“Are you ok?” Zak asked, one of his hands traveling up to cup your face. The tears that rolled down your face slithered down his thumb, which was gently brushing over your cheekbone. You didn’t say anything, you just let the tears keep falling as he examined you further. Zak was muttering something, but you paid no attention to him, you were so mesmerized by him. As he was talking, you just couldn’t stop the urge to lean in and kiss him. 

“Do you need anything? I can get you something if you want, we’ve got plenty of stuff and it’s no-“ Zak rambled, but was cut short by you leaning in and softly pressing your lips against his. Zak’s eyes widened and his other hand flew up to cup your other cheek. He leaned into the kiss, letting himself do all the work, he just couldn’t resist you. Your hand rested on his shoulder, and the other trailing down to the small of Zak’s back. 

It was like the world stopped as you kissed him, everything freezing in place for a moment. Everything felt right, like this was the way it was supposed to be. You were the first to lean away, gasping for air as you rested your forehead against his. You heard the familiar click of a camera and snapped your head to Jay, who was grinning like an idiot. 

“Just wait until the boys see this, this’ll be GOLD.” Jay exclaimed, scurrying away after Zak lunged at him, trying to snatch the photo.

“Oh. Shit.” Is all Zak said, but you only smiled at him, knowing that it’d be fine, just like your spirit guides told you.

[madnessformunson]

Double Daddy Part 5

Warnings: pregnancy, mean girls, a little angsty, mentions of food, mentions of pain

Note: I wasn’t going to post this yet but I just can’t wait. My account it being super weird and I’m unable to reply to any comments 🥺

Part 6

You had stuck the book Joyce gave you into your backpack so you could look through it during your free period. During your first class you pulled your notebook out of your book bag making the “What to Expect When You're Expecting” book fall out. Jason Carver glanced down and saw it, “whoa I think you dropped your book about pregnant ladies”

“Can it Carver” you yelled at him. Causing him to put his hands up in defense.

Later at lunch Eddie and the rest of the party sat at their usual lunch table. El and Will distanced themselves from Eddie after finding out he was the baby’s father but you knew how much Will enjoyed Hellfire. You told him to go ahead and keep playing, that it wouldn’t bother you. Chrissy was sitting practically on Eddie’s lap as she pushed around her meal on her tray. Gareth told a slightly crude joke making the whole party break out into a laugh while Chrissy sat making a face. “I don’t see how that’s funny at all” she snapped. Jeff rolled his eyes. Gareth replied, “I wish y/n still sat with us, she always thought our jokes were funny.” Eddie stiffened up and Chrissy let out an annoyed groan. “How is y/n doing anyway?” Jeff asked Will and El.

El shrugged, “good I guess. She complains a lot about how her pants don’t fit and she acts really strange all the time” Will continued, “yeah I know last night I saw her dip her banana in ranch dressing” as he made a disgusted face. “Ew that’s actually really gross” Chrissy said with a huff. She got off Eddie’s lap and started pulling him up to leave. Eddie looked over at the table you sat at with Robin, you were laughing as you dipped your banana in the ranch and Robin gagged. You looked to be really enjoying it.

It was Friday night and you were laying in bed as usual. You never went anywhere besides school and work anymore. You heard a knock on your door and perked up. It was Steve. “Hey y/n/n, whatcha up too?” He said as he entered and sat on the end of your bed.

“Clearly I’m extremely busy” you said moving your arms around and you both chuckled.

“So I was thinking, what if me and you go out tomorrow night? Maybe to Starcourt and the diner? You’ve been cooped up in this room for far too long”

“I don’t think my dad would let me Steve”

“Already checked! He said it was fine as long as with bring Will and El”

“Will and El being our babysitters? I don’t think so” you scoffed throwing your head back down on the pillow

“Come on, it will still be fun! Pretty please!” Steve said with big puppy dog eyes that were hard to say no to.

“Ok fine” you whispered.

“Perfect, I'll be here tomorrow at 4 to pick you up!”

As soon as he left you called Nancy and Robin asking them to come over tomorrow to help you get ready.

Saturday afternoon came and the girls sat on the bed as clothes covered your bedroom floor.

“I’m getting so fat, ugh none of this looks right” you said as you threw what felt like the 100th outfit you tried on to the floor.

Robin replied with, “you do know you’re pregnant right?” And nancy leaned over and hit her shoulder

“Ow sorry” Robin muttered.

“You are not fat at all y/n” Nancy said as she came up to stand next to you in the mirror Robin followed behind her.

“She’s right, you look amazing! I wish I looked like you right now” Robin replied.

“Says the two people that can still fit in their jeans” you mumble.

You finally settled on an outfit and Steve came to pick you, Will and El up.

Will and El ditched you as soon as you got to Starcourt leaving Steve and you to wonder about. You enjoyed spending time with Steve, he was funny and caring. After some time you found Will and El and made your way to the diner. You sat at your own table, facing Steve as you looked over the menu.

“I’m starving” you muttered as you flipped through the menu.

“Says the girl who had a slurpee, pretzel bites and an ice cream sundae at the mall” Steve laughed, making you turn red in embarrassment. Steve noticed and quietly said, “but you are eating for two so gotta make sure my girl is fed” which made you feel better.

“I really just want a chocolate shake with some fries” you finally said.

“Then that’s what you and baby are gonna get!” Steve said as he turned to get the waitress so he could order it.

A few booths down Eddie sat with Chrissy.

“So Chris I was reading a pregnancy book and noticed you don’t have any of the common first trimester symptoms? I’ve never seen you have morning sickness or anything” Eddie questioned her.

“Not everyone gets those symptoms Eds, I think I’m just lucky!”

“Yeah I guess that’s possible…maybe we should get you to a doctor so we know everything is alright”

“I called to make an appointment but there was a waitlist, I’ll call again this week I promise. Everything is good here” Chrissy said, forcing out a smile. She knew she was going to have to step her game up. Eddie was starting to get suspicious.

As the weeks went by you started to show more and the pregnancy symptoms got more intense.

Joyce made you a doctor's appointment where they gave you a due date and confirmed you and the baby were healthy.

As you were ending your 1st trimester you started to feel better, occasionally still experiencing morning sickness but the doctor told you that was normal.

Steve and you got super close. You hung out all the time, he tried to get you out of the house more but you often just settle for some scary movies and popcorn at home. Your dad even allowed him to take you to and from school (with Will and El supervising of course).

Steve pulled up to your house to take you to school. He knew the second he saw you that you weren’t feeling good. He got really good at reading your expressions.

You huffed are you threw yourself and your bag in the front seat.

“Not feeling well today?” Steve questioned as he rubbed your thigh.

You shook your head.

“What’s going on? Do you have a headache or just nauseous again?”

Before you could answer he said, “oh no are you getting those round ligament pains already?”

“No” you chuckle, “just feeling nauseous from the smell of my dad cooking bacon. How the heck do you know what round ligament pain is?”

“Oh I’ve been reading a pregnancy book. I’m not a girl thankfully so I have no idea what you are going through but I like to have somewhat of an idea so I can help” he said with a small smile.

“That’s really sweet Steve”

“Yay Steve that’s so sweet of you” Will mocked in the back sit with El. You turn around and punch him in the shoulder.

“Ow” Will said as he rubbed his arm.

“I made you some ginger tea y/n, I read it’s supposed to help” he said as he passed you the travel mug. “Oh and there are some crackers in the glove box, just in case”

You smiled and thanked him.

When you got to school you noticed Chrissy’s belly was still pretty flat. You weren’t huge yet by any means, and to the average person wouldn’t even guess you were pregnant. You just looked bloated.

After one of your classes you went to the restroom. Afterwards as you made your way to wash your hands you saw Chrissy at the sink fixing her lip gloss.

“You are getting fat” she said not looking away from herself in the mirror.

“Yeah weird huh. I guess you aren’t far behind me” you said with a wink as you dried your hands to leave.

The next day you had another doctor's appointment so you were late to class. You rush into Mrs Clicks class with your books in hand.

“Sorry I’m late Mrs Click here is my doctor's note” you handed it off to her. As she inspected it you noticed Eddie staring at you. You didn’t notice that your book pulled your top up a bit, slightly exposing the side of your belly. You quickly adjusted yourself and when Mrs Click accepted your note you headed to your seat.

Later that night you were home alone. Steve had to work and your dad took Joyce out for a date night. El and Will went to Mike's house so you decided to nap. That’s until the phone started ringing.

“Hello?” You picked it up slightly out of breath.

“Uh y/n? It’s me, Eddie”

Your heart dropped.

It was silent on the line for a few moments.

“Hello, are you there?” Eddie said.

“Yeah, I’m here. What do you need” you said, trying to control your tone.

“Just wanted to see how you were doing”

“So all of the sudden you care about me? After what 12ish weeks?” You scoffed.

“I never stopped caring y/n/n I promise. I just, I just got confused. Chrissy got in my head.” He sounded so small on the phone.

“Oh so you believed a girl you just met instead of me, your best friend for literally years” now you were getting pissed.

“I’m sorry”

“I don’t want your ‘sorry’ I don’t care what happened or what Chrissy said. You abandoned me when I needed you most. You made me feel…used. I don’t care what you have to say Eddie, the damage has been done”

“If you’d just let me expl-“ you cut him off, “I don’t care to hear it, Eddie seriously! I’m done with your shit. You left me to deal with the aftermath of something we both did alone. I can never forgive you for what you have done.” You started to sniffle but stopped yourself. You didn’t want him to hear you cry.

“Ok I’m-“ he started to talk again but you felt a stabbing pain in your abdomen.

“Ow!” You let out, not meaning to but you couldn’t control it.

“Are you ok?” He sounded really worried.

“Yeah I just- ow ow ow!” Tears started forming in your eyes, the pain was so intense. You dropped the phone.

“Y/n? Hello y/n!” Eddie called out but you were doubled over in pain.

“I’m coming y/n just wait right there!” Eddie yelled as he hung up the phone and ran as fast as he could to his van.

[ticklishbeans4]

If you're taking prompt requests, would you be able to write Hunter getting tickled by Gus? Hunter isn't familiar with affection and Gus takes it upon himself to show Hunter good forms of physical contact? Poor guy probably didn't get much affection from anyone while he was with Belos so he needs love and his little brother is more than willing to give him that :)

Don't feel pressure to write this of course, if you don't want to that's absolutely fine <3

Hiiiiii friend! Sorry it took so long! I've been super tired, plus dealing with life stuff. But! Here you are! Hope you enjoy!

This is also my first two prompts for Laughust! Hands and Feathers!

Hunter sat on the couch in Luz’s house, looking at his hands. Camilla had all but forced him to give her his gloves, they were falling apart at the seams and smelled horrible, she promised to hand wash them and sew them back up good as new. But in the meantime… he was left to sit with uncovered hands for the first time in… well he didn’t know how long. 

He stared at the myriad of scars on his hands, left there from years of abuse. Not just from Belos even, missions, spars, kitchen accidents. There were a million ways he’d hurt his hands, and each one left him feeling… insecure, at best. He didn’t like how his hands looked, as ragged and worn as his gloves really. He also didn’t like the feeling of them out of the gloves, it was like pins and needles. He tried to wear other gloves around the house, but none felt right. It was… frustrating.

“Hey man!” Gus exclaimed, bouncing next to him on the couch, startling Hunter out of his reverie.

“Oh! Uh… hey Gus. What’s up?” he asked tentatively, subtly trying to hide his hands from view.

“Just wanted to see how you were doing. …Plus I’m super bored. Willow’s in the garden, Luz and Amity went for a “romantic walk” and thus here I am. Poor little Gus-Gus, left to fend for himself!” the younger boy whined dramatically, flopping over Hunter's lap, a hand to his forehead. His theatrics made Hunter giggle a bit, “Oh you poor thing. But I’m afraid I can’t help you much, I’m not really doing anything interesting at the moment.” “That could change though! Come on! Let's have a guy day! You and me! Taking on the human world!” Gus grinned, bouncing back up and looking at Hunter with wide expectant eyes. Hunter looked away, his brief jovial mood souring. “Sorry… I can’t right now. I’m… a bit stuck here. Till Camilla gives me my gloves back.” Gus tilted his head like a curious puppy, “She took your gloves? Why?”

“They were getting gross apparently.” he shrugged, hands hidden under his thighs. “Oh… ya know I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hands.” Oh no. “They’re just… hands.” Please don’t ask. “Can I see them?” Noooooooooo. “I… they’re kinda…” he started, not really sure how to explain without sounding childish

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he said earnestly, shocking Hunter. He was still getting used to this… freedom, so to speak. He didn’t have to do a lot of things nowadays. He didn’t have to go on patrols, he didn’t have to do all the chores, he didn’t have to get up at 4am every morning, he didn’t have to make his own food, heck he didn’t even have to eat all his food if he didn’t want to! It was… so strange, and new and weird. But… he found himself nodding, and lifting his hands up for Gus to see. He looked away though, not wanting to see his friend's reaction.

“Whoa… did… did He, do that?” he asked softly, and Hunter nodded again.

“Sorta… some was him, some was just… normal wear and tear from my job.” he mumbled, hugging himself.

Gus sighed, “I’m sorry you had to live with that.” 

Whether THAT was Belos or his old job, was up for debate.

“Yeah… me too.” he sighed.

“...Is it ok if I touch them?”

Hunter thought for a moment, but hesitantly shook his head no. He was… getting used to saying no to people. Sure when it was an underling, or someone he used to see as “lesser” it would be easy. But now… he saw his friends as his equals, so it was certainly harder.

“Ok! That’s fine!” Gus smiled, holding his hands up in front of him. “…Can I hug you though?”

“I… guess?” hugs were still odd to Hunter. His friends were always hugging each other, and they tried to hug him a lot. Mostly Gus, Willow, and Luz, but still. He didn’t mind the hugs. Especially the tight “bear hugs” Willow gave.

Gus’s grin grew and he wrapped his arms around Hunter, hugging him tight. His face nuzzled Hunter’s neck a bit, making the teen squeak involuntarily. Gus pulled back a bit and tilted his head again, “Dude, you ok?” Hunter rubbed his neck, a weird feeling without his gloves. “Y-yeah… when you brushed my neck it just felt… weird.” “Weird?” “Weird.” “Weird… how?” he asked, scooting a little closer.

He shrugged, “I don’t know… tingly? I guess?” 

Gus hummed and smiled again, this seemed… mischievous. “Can I do it again?” Hunter narrowed his eyes but nodded, lowering his hand and tilting his head to give Gus better access.

Gus brushed his fingers over Hunter’s neck, fluttering them a bit. This made Hunter squeak again, a few involuntary titters leaving him as his shoulders scrunched up. “Hehehe! W-what the heck is that?!”

Gus laughed as he pulled his hand back, “I can’t believe it! You’re ticklish!”

“I’m… what?” he blinked, “I’ve never heard that word before.” “Ticklish! It means that basically there are some spots on you that are ticklish! Like your neck! Someone pokes you, or does what I just did, and it makes you laugh! Some people like it, some hate it, some people are ticklish, some aren’t. It’s different for everyone.” Gus explained, “My dad used to tickle me all the time, it was a fun bonding thing for us! Plus, Willow and I get into tickle fights a lot, same with Luz!”

“Huh… so is it just necks that are… ticklish?” he asked.

“Nope! There are lots of spots! If you want, we can find out if you’re ticklish in other places! It’ll be fun!” he grinned, practically bouncing on the couch cushion.

Hunter looked at his friend but eventually shrugged, the… ticklish feeling on his neck hadn’t been unpleasant. Besides, it wasn’t like he could be that ticklish in too many places. Surely he’d know about that by now if that was the case.

Gus pumped his fist in the air and raised his hands, forming claws with his fingers. “Alright… let’s see… where to start. How about we go from the top down?”

Hunter shrugged again, “I doubt I’m that ticklish.”

“That’s what they all say.” he chuckled, his fingers lightly scratching behind Hunter's ears.

Hunter immediately jerked forward with a squeal, holding his ears and looking shocked. “EEK! W-what the- How- What- I-” “Whoa! Dude, your ears are crazy ticklish! That’s hilarious!” Gus giggled, moving closer and scratching behind his ears again.

Hunter honest to titan shrieked, his ears wiggling as he tried to keep still this time. “EHEHEHEHEHE! IT-IT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” “Well that’s the point! Oh! Oh! I wanna try something!” Gus then drew a spell circle in the air, a feather appearing in his hand. “Ok, this might tickle more, let me know!” Hunter was still fizzling out giggles when he felt that horrible, soft, bristly, torture device on his ears. “AAAAAAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOHOHOHOHOHO! W-WAHAHAHAHAIT! GUHUHUHUS! OH TITAHAHAHAHAN! I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IT! AHAHAHAHA!” Gus snorted, “Dude I just started! How ticklish are you?” “V-VEHEHEHEHERY! STAHAHAHAP! PLEEHEHEHEHEASE!” he shrieked, shooting his hands around his ears as soon as Gus moved the feather away. The Gus in question just giggled at him, “Maybe we should take a breather. LEt you get your bearings.”

“W-whyihihihi dohohoes it tihihickle so muhuhuch?” he asked, still giggling as he tried to rub away the lingering ticklish feeling.

“I don’t really know, it just does.” Gus shrugged, “We can find more of your tickle spots later. We’ve already got ears and neck. So that’s a start!” Hunter nodded, he felt… better honestly. Lighter even! It was… nice to laugh a bit, he hadn’t even thought about his gloves, or how weird his hands looked or felt. “Yeah… I’d like that.”

Gus beamed at him and hugged him. “Heck yeah! Just beware, when the others find out your ticklish, there’ll be no stopping them.” Hunter scoffed and pulled Gus into a noogie, “I can take ‘em!”

The pair laughed, both quite happy at this new discovery, and both excited for the next experiment.

[pixy-stix-art]

Naga Tommy goes into a nesting faze where he is just unhappy without something in his brood pouch so Ranboo and Tubbo help him.

(and if you want to include Ghostbur in there as well, that's cool with me)

Sorry this took so long Blue found this at the bottom of my ask box. Hope you enjoy. Its super soft and fluffy.

This ended up a lot longer then I was planning but this is un edited

(Warnings: safe vore) ———————————————————————

Tommy was slithering through the forest. He felt so uncomfortable. He tried sleeping it off, but he couldn’t even do that! He huffed frustrated. He knew what was wrong, he needed something in his brood pouch. He didn’t have anything, or anyone to swallow though.

He was thinking about just trying to eat a bunch of rocks when he heard laughter. He followed the sound to a small lake. He smiled seeing the laughter belonged to his two friends, Tubbo and Ranboo. His first thought was that he could swallow them to help calm his instincts, but they would never let him do that. It was to embarrassing to explain anyway. At lest they would serve as a good distraction, right?

“Tubbo! Ranboo!” He called out slithering over to the small hybrids.

“Big man!” Tuboo smiled wide as he saw the giant red naga come over to them.

Ranboo smiled seeing his friend. “Hi, how have you been?” He hadn’t seen the naga in a few days.

“Good as always.” He laid down on his stomach in front of his friends. He caught their smell and had to resist the instinct to pick them up and tuck them away. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea….

“I’ve been beating Ranboo at cards!” Tubbo said proudly showing Tommy the card game they set up.

“You cheat.” Ranboo replied.

“I don’t!” Tubbo said quickly.

Tommy laughed at their bickering. “You definitely cheat Tubbo.”

“Hey! You’re supposed to be on my side!” He glared at Tommy.

He was having fun, or he had been. He set and talk with Ranboo and Tubbo for awhile but now all he could think about was putting them safely tucked away inside his brooding pouch. They had noticed his sudden silence when he felt a small hand on his cheek.

“Hey, why’d you get so quiet?” Ranboo asked. He knew something was wrong when Tommy was quiet.

“N-nothing Ranboob.” He pulled away so he wasn’t so close to them. “I’m fine.” He smiled.

Tommy knew he should leave before he couldn’t control himself anymore. But he couldn’t make himself leave his friends here, he needed them.

“You sure?” Tubbo looked up at Tommy. His eyes where blown wide, you could barely see the color of Tommy’s eyes. He had been acting weird too.

Tommy nodded. “Mmhmm…completely fine.” He shook his head trying to ride himself of his thoughts.

“No, something isn’t right.” Tubbo was confused why Tommy wouldn’t say what was wrong.

“I just- there is this thing I can’t tell you because it will scare you.” He tried explaining with as little detail as possible.

Ranboo laughed. “There isn’t anything you can do to scare us Tommy.”

Tubbo nodded agreeing. “Yeah! Just spit it out.”

Tommy groaned flopping onto the ground. “You two aren’t going to give this up, are you?”

“Nope!” Tubbo walked closer to Tommy noticing how he tensed up.

“Fine, but please don’t be scared it isn’t a bad thing. Just- ” He sighed. “Let me explain it first.” He said being serious for once.

Ranboo and Tubbo set down in front of him ready to listen.

Tommy crossed his arms in front of him resting his chin on his arms. “Ok, umm so… nagas have more then one stomach. One for food and the other to safely keep things in. Most of the time it’s for parents to keep their young in. To keep them safe. But nagas all get the instinct to put something in their brooding pouch. And it gets super uncomfortable and you can’t think about anything else.” Tommy explained quickly not looking at his friends.

“And do you have that instinct now?” Ranboo asked hesitantly after Tommy explained.

Tommy nodded hiding his face from them both. He didn’t what see what their reaction was.

Ranboo looked at Tubbo who was starring back at him. They both knew what Tommy was saying without actually saying it. Tommy wanted to eat them. Even if it was safe, it freaked them out a little.

Tubbo sat thinking for a second before getting up and dragging Ranboo with him up to Tommy’s forcing the naga to look at them. It was obvious now why Tommy seemed so uncomfortable this whole time.

“Tommy, are you saying you want to eat us?” He asked to get clarification.

Tommy hesitated before looking up at them. “Y-yes, but its not in a bad way! I don’t want to hurt you guys! It’s just stupid instinct stuff.” He said quickly not wanting them to think that Tommy would ever hurt them.

“Whoa! It’s ok. We don’t think you want to hurt us. You explained it well.” Tubbo rushed to say. “It’s just, not something you normally think would be safe.”

Tommy nodded. “Yeah, I know it’s scary for you.” He learned the hard way that most other species didn’t have brooding pouches.

“I don’t know about scary. Just a little weird.” Ranboo said putting a hand on Tommy’s arm.

Tommy smiled softly at them. “I’m just glad you didn’t run away.”

“No way! You’re our friend.” Tubbo grinned.

Tommy was so relieved. He had been so sure if they knew they would run away and not come to see him again.

“Now, how does this whole eating but not eating thing work?” Tubbo climbed up Tommy’s arm.

“W-what?” Tommy asked confused. They wanted to know more?

“Well I think I should know what I’m getting myself into here.” Tubbo said completely unbothered.

“Wait, no. What do you mean getting yourself into?!” Tommy looked at Tubbo the in shock.

“You’re going to eat me right?” Tubbo said.

“No! Im not going to do that!” He set up in surprise.

“Aw, why not?” Tubbo pouted a little.

“Why not?! Because I- I just can’t do that?!”

“Ok hold on.” Ranboo said seeing how freaked out Tommy was. “I think Tubbo is just trying to help.” He step up on Tommy’s arm next to Tubbo. “You’re uncomfortable right? We just want to help. And you said it was safe so there’s no real reason to worry.” He shrugged.

Tommy blinked at them both clearly shocked. “You- you would do that for me?” He asked quietly.

“Of course boss man. We want to help you!” Tubbo smiled happily cuddling Tommy’s nose.

“I- you actually will let me eat you?” He was not sure what to think.

“Yes that’s what we keep saying.” Ranboo chuckled.

“O-oh….” Tommy tried to hide how touched he was that they trusted him this much. They saw right through him.

“Are we doing this or not?” Tubbo said letting go of Tommy’s nose.

“I guess so.” Tommy gently scooped up Ranboo and Tubbo.

“Do we have to do anything?” Ranboo asked.

“Not really, just try and stay still. That will make it easier.” He held them close to his face.

They nodded sitting calmly on Tommy’s hand.

Being as gentle as he could, Tommy placed them in his mouth. He curled his tongue around them making sure to keep they away from his teeth. He smiled softly humming as he rolled them around getting them covered in saliva to make the trip down easier.

Tubbo was surprised just how gently Tommy was being. He giggled as Tommy licked at him and Ranboo. He felt around pushing at the tongue as it licked his face.

Tommy was glad they didn’t seem scared. Tubbo was giggling even. He moved Ramboo to to the side pinning him in place. He tilted his head back and swallowed Tubbo.

Ranboo gasped as he was gently squished with the tongue. He heard a loud gulp and he was pushed back to the middle of Tommy’s tongue. Tubbo was gone now. He laid back on Tommy’s tongue keeping himself calm. It was Tommy, Tommy would keep them safe. He knew it was safe but, his brain couldn’t help but panic a little.

Tommy hummed happily feeling Tubbo slip into the brooding pouch. He felt better but Tubbo was much smaller then what he needed. He tilted his head back again and gently swallowed Ranboo. He felt him wiggle a bit before going still again.

Tommy leaned back against curling his tail around himself. He felt so much better now. He no longer felt empty. Tommy placed a hand over where he could feel Ranboo and Tubbo.

“You guys ok?” He asked. If this was to much he would let them out.

“Yeah we’re ok!” Tubbo said hearing Tommy’s question. He had curled up getting comfortable in- what did Tommy call this again?

Ranboo shivered slightly. He couldn’t see anything and he felt around for Tubbo. He smiled finding him curled up against Tommy. He laid down next to the shorter hybrid and snuggled up to him.

“I’m glad you’re ok. I’ll let you out later.” He promised. He rubbed gently at Ranboo and Tubbo who he could feel were curled up together.

“Do you feel better now?” Ranboo asked. He sighed softly at the rubs. Longer he was here more comfortable it was. As odd as that is.

“A lot better. Thank you so much.” He hugged his middle. He soft weight of his two friends curled up in his brooding pouch made the empty feeling completely disappear. It felt nice having them so close and safe.

“Of course Tommy.” Ranboo said. “How long will we be in here though?” There wasn’t anything to do in here.

“Um, I’m not sure a little while. I want to sleep.” He couldn’t last night or the night before. It had been to uncomfortable.

“Ok, if you want to rest a nap doesn’t sound so bad.” Ranboo smiled softly.

“Ok. Sleep well.” Tommy said curling up to rest. He was so exhausted. He soon feel asleep.

Tubbo smiled cuddling up to Ranboo. “Never thought we’d get eaten by Tommy.” He said keeping his voice quiet.

“Me either. But it’s not so bad. A little gross but, it’s actually comfortable in here.” Ranboo said.

“Yeah. Might have to do this more.” Tubbo mumbled closing his eyes. He warmth around them was making him sleepy.

“Yeah, maybe.” Ramboo agreed. It was obviously safe and a great place to nap.

They both soon fell asleep curled up in Tommy’s brooding pouch.

[iamblue15]

Wybie: Using that golem talisman on a pile of scrap was genius! I never thought I would have the best building partner!

Franken-Scrap: (Moans as he spots a shiny red button)

Wybie: Now what’s the rule? No touching any levers, switches, dials and especially red buttons! Absolutely not!

Franken-Scrap: (Pushes it anyway)

(The machine than launches a rapid fast basketball which it ricochet’s off the walls of Wybie’s garage, breaking off Franken-Scrap’s leg and sending wybie crashing into a pile of boxes) 

Franken-Scrap: Ah! Buuuuddy!

Wybie: Accidents happen, it’s all good. 

Franken-Scrap: (Laughs)

Wybie: Whoa, Your foot. Someone need Wybie’s help? I just can’t imagine a better building buddy than you. Your perfect. Except for he backwards foot thing.

Coraline: (Off-screen) C’mon Wybie! Aren’t you coming?

Wybie: Great work, but I gotta go bye-bye. We’ll tinker again tomorrow.

Franken-Scrap: Buuuudyyy.

Wybie: Sorry, buddy, you can’t come.

Franken-Scrap: (Moan)

Wybie: I know, I know, I’ll miss you too. And remember, keep it down. If my friends find you, especially Jonsey, You’ll be back into pieces before you can say... (Moans)

Franken-Scrap: (Moan)

Wybie: Exactly!

Franken-Scrap: Buuuudyy- (Slams the door and severs his arm)

-

Franken-Scrap: (laughs as he touches random objects in the living room before preparing to touch the TV)

Wybie: No! Buddy, no touching buttons! I-I mean no flushing muffins! What a waste.

Coraline: Ok, Wyb, what’s with you today?

Lili: It’s obvi, Jones. He’s wigging ‘cause he’s dying to wreck some Golem dweebs!

Franken-Scrap: Ehhh?

Coraline: So you’re itching to make a mess, is that right?

Wybie: Uhh, Yeah, I hate those big jerks. Any moment I’m not smashing a rock jerk into jerk dust is a wasted jerk moment. Bunch of jerks! (Whispers) I don’t mean you.

(Franken-Scrap then runs out the back door crying while wybie looks with sadness)

Raz: Aaaand the hug is still going.

Wybie: Good times! You know, we should do this again.

Coraline: Yeah, see ya.

Norman: He’s acting weird. Not just Wybie weird. Dipper weird. No offense.

Dipper: I was gonna say the same thing.

-

Wybie: Buddy! Buddy! Hey! Where’d you go, buddy?

Coraline: There you are. What’s up with all the secrecy?

Wybie: Friends! What are you guys doing?

Raz: Hold that thought. We got a little situation going on!

(Down below, Franken-Scrap is tearing off a man’s black jacket, breaking a a wooden standee of grocery shopper wearing a black coat and taking off and ripping a small dog’s hoodie)

Neil: A Golem made of metal?

Raz: And he’s only attacking people in black jackets. Huh, it’s like someone who wears a black jacket really hurt this guy’s feelings once. Strange. (Raz says as Wybie starts to break down in tears)

Lili: Dibs on wrecking him!

-

Witch 1: We could never let you keep him. Destory him, sister!

Witch 2: My extreme pleasure.

(Witch 2 pushes Wybie away before conjuring a bolt of lightning at Franken-Scrap, but Raz deflects it just in time.)

Raz: Back off! He’s ours, apparently. 

Mabel: A new best friend? You’re gonna need this, you’re one of us now, buddy! (Mabel draws a Mystery Kids symbol on his face)

Franken-Scrap: (Giggles) Buudyyy!

Wybie: That’s right! Your on our team.  But this fight isn’t about making projects, it’s about kicking evil witch faces! Are you with me?

Franken-Scrap: (Grunt)

Wybie: This way, buddy. (Turns him around)

-

(The Mystery Kids are outnumbered by golems and get themselves tied up in metal cable.)

Franken-Scrap: Ahhh! Buuuudiiiiesss!

Witch 1: Finish them. And destroy the traitor.

(The witches golems close in on him. But Franken-Scrap enraged by his new friends getting hurt, concentrates all his power and summons nearly all the metal in the junkyard and make his hand three times as big. 

Witch 1: They grow up and turn against you so fast.

(With swing of his fist, all the golems and witches are set blasting into the night sky)

[arcaneglitch]

Transcript of Wilbur and Quackity arguing over Tommy

Let me preface this by saying that these motherfuckers (affectionate) spend half of the stream talking over each other which makes transcribing dialogue a nightmare

Anyway, here it is, starting from Tommy and Wilbur's conversation next to the safety penis

Tommy: There was a time when you weren’t here on this server...on this- this SMP. When I went… I went against… (sigh) I put a lot of things to the side that I shouldn’t have, Wil. I prioritized the wrong things. I put… I put revenge over- over humanity, humaneness.

Wilbur: Mmhm

Tommy: I guess all I’m seeking now is just someone that’s gonna be honest with me and a place where I can feel safe. I- I- I betrayed Technoblade and it- I just couldn’t admit it. Um… and I did the wrong thing with Tubbo. But… (sigh)

Wilbur: This can be a safe place for them.

[beat]

Tommy: Yeah I can’t… can’t go against family anymore, Wil. I’ve got…

Wilbur: Yeah.

Tommy: No, you’re right. I’ll stay here. I’ll- I’ll uh…

Wilbur: I think you’ve made the right choice. And Tommy, it’s gonna- more than anything, it’s gonna be fun.

[they talk about penis walls and then start building a penis in the lake]

Wilbur (about Quackity): I will be mean! Tommy, he challenged me! Did you see him? Did you see the look in his eyes? God, it was cool! It was cool. I was about to say it was hot, but that would be wrong. Look, Tommy, it was- it was-

Tommy: Listen, before we keep going, you don’t have a crush on Big Q, do you? ‘Cause that feels like-

Wilbur: I have a complicated relationship with Big Q but I don’t think it’s at that level yet. Look, it’s…

Tommy: Ok. That’s…

Wilbur: Tommy, listen, Big Q-

Tommy: That’s fine for now.

Wilbur: Big Q’s gonna wish he’d never fucked with me. [whispering] Look wait- oh he’s looking he’s looking. Get to work, get to work, get to work.

[they continue building the penis]

[Wilbur types “HEY BITCH” in chat]

Wilbur: Hey bitch! Hey bitch!

Tommy: Let me add the hair.

Wilbur: Can you hear me over there? Big Q?

Quackity: Yeah! Yeah I can hear you! I can hear you just fine!

[Wilbur and Tommy yell over each other about cock and balls while Quackity makes sarcastic comments. This whole exchange has the energy of two next-door neighbors yelling at each other over a fence]

Quackity: Good job opening your eyes and not realizing that this guy is just using you, Tommy! As he has all this time!

Wilbur (over): I- oh big coming from Mr. Casino Man!

Quackity (under): Good job, Tommy! You made a big mistake! You made a great big mistake, Tommy! Good job!

Tommy (over): I opened my eyes and I saw balls! I SAW BALLS!

Wilbur (over): Bigger balls! Bigger balls!

Wilbur: Oh, nice work.

Quackity: Oh my god. The hi- history repeats itself, Tommy.

Wilbur: (laughs)

Quackity: You’re just letting this guy use you. You’re just letting him emotionally manipulate you. I- I heard what you told him, Wilbur. Good job! Good job! You’re repeating the same tactics and he’s falling for them.

Wilbur (over): You used his hotel -- the one thing Tommy’s tried to do was a failure!

Quackity (under): Good job, Wilbur. Good job, Tommy. Good job, Tommy! He’s just gonna bring you pain, he’s just gonna bring you suffering, he’s gonna bring you all the same things, Tommy!

Wilbur (over): Tommy, look at me! The one thing you tried to do when I was gone, Tommy, was make that hotel and it failed! It failed! You’re in the right place. You’re in the right place, Tommy!

Quackity: Remember! Who destroyed L’Manberg, Tommy? WHO DESTROYED L’MANBERG, TOMMY? Think about that! Think about that for a second!

Wilbur: Who ran against you! Who laughed as we were exiled?

Quackity: Think about that for a second, Tommy.

Wilbur: Who cheered as we were thrown out of our nation that we built? WE built!

Quackity: Who wanted- who wanted a better outcome for L’Manberg, Tommy? Who did? Who wanted to run a “democratic election” with just one party? He’s right up there, Tommy! He’s right up there above you.

Wilbur: Remember the pit, Tommy? Remember what happened in the pit?

Quackity: Remember who joined you after you had to leave the pit to fight. It was me, Tommy. It was me.

Wilbur: Don’t trust people who would have fought you in the pit.

[beat]

Quackity: Tommy? Every time… every time you’re doing a new project with this guy, you’re building a new country -- a new nation, whatever it may be, just think about what happened to the last one. Just think about that, Tommy. Hm? Think about what happened to your home. L’Manberg. Think about what happened there. And look at who the responsible is.

[Wilbur builds the penis higher while Quackity tries to match his height with blocks]

Quackity: Now he’s making you build a penis just to spite me? Wow! Great job! Wilbur, you are SO… you are SO incredibly mature. You know that? You know that, Wilbur. You’re so incredibly mature. Great job, Wilbur, great job at doing the same thing to TommyInnit you’ve done your entire goddamn life. You know-

Wilbur: Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you, don’t listen to him, Tommy. Don’t listen to him, Tommy. He’s… he’s as immature as I am. He’s… he’s um, he’s… I guess, my- my yang. He’s the yang.

Quackity: [laughs] Don’t try to compare me to you, Wilbur. You and me are not the same. We’re not the same people. We have different goals… You know what! You know what, keep doing your penis. Keep doing the immature shit that you are doing. You know what, Tommy? [sighs]

Wilbur: He has no response. He has no- we won! Round one. Round one, Tommy. Round one, Tommy, we won. Look, come here, we won! We won! [beat] Tommy, you’re not smiling. We won!

Tommy: Wil, you told me-

Wilbur: Whoa whoa whoa whoa hey hey hey! Don’t come near Tommy! Don’t come near Tommy!

Tommy: Wil, wil, just-

Wilbur: I see you.

Tommy: Hey, hey! I- LET ME SPEAK! This is about me so let me speak! I- I- I don’t know-

Wilbur: I just don’t want him to hurt you. I don’t want him to hurt you.

Tommy: I can fend for myself. You weren’t here for a long time.

Wilbur: Ok, Tommy.

Tommy: I thought… [sighs] I thought you were gonna make me feel a bit safer. Let me tell you now, either of you-

Quackity: Fellas, fellas.

Tommy: No, shut the fuck up! I didn’t feel- That didn’t make me feel… That was weird. I didn’t- Don’t do that, either of you.

Wilbur: I won’t do it again. He will, though.

Quackity: Listen… Listen to me, ok? I think we all got off on the wrong foot. I don’t think this should’ve turned out the way it just turned out. Ok? So, on my side, I want to apologize to you, Tommy. I want to apologize. This was very unkind of me...

Tommy: Apologies mean a lot…

Quackity: Yeah. I want to apologize to you, Tommy. This was very unkind of me and this was not welcoming at all, so let’s do this…

Wilbur: That’s very nice of you, Quackity. Thank you.

Quackity: Let’s all relax. Let’s all relax. And Wilbur, come here too. How about you guys take a nice little tour across the country?

Tommy: You know what. Quackity, why don’t I- why don’t we just put a pin in this conversation, alright? Wilbur: No no wait! Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. Wait. A tour?

Quackity: I- yeah! Yeah yeah yeah. I would like to show you guys what I’ve been working on. I think- I think from the outside it looks fine and all but I wanna show you really what I’ve been working on.

Tommy: Yeah that sounds- that sounds fun.

Quackity: Ok. How about- how about-

Wilbur: Quackity, I want to say… I want to say to you from here on, as much as we have our disagreements here, man, I… We gotta leave Tommy out of this. Like, Tommy, I- I- I’m sorry if we came off a bit strong. Quackity: Tommy… Tommy, you don’t- you don’t deserve any of it.

Tommy: It was a little bit- I feel- I feel like it was getting taken out on me, fellas. You two just kiss, make up, it’s fine. It’s just- it’s not…

[Wilbur and Quackity have another height competition with blocks as they talk]

Wilbur: No, I don’t think I wanna kiss him…

Quackity: Tommy, Tommy. Just remember that it was very wrong of us to do such- You know what, let’s just continue on. Let’s continue on…

Wilbur: Let’s walk, let’s walk.

[skellebonez]

How's about 45 and 54 where canon MK finds himself in the Inverted AU Universe? Because I think that'd be funny

Poor MK is having the second worst day of his entire life. This is not the situation he should be in AFTER THE FINALE. This would have been way different if I wrote this when you sent it in, but now you get a very sad Monkie Kid.

You may technically be an adult, but you’re still my child./ Yeah well dying generally puts a damper on things.

When MK was knocked out they were on the deck of the drone ship, fighting off some kind of demon that the White Bone Spirit had taken under her control.

When MK woke up they were on the sandy shores of Mount Huaguo surrounded by baby monkeys and one Six-Eared Macaque looking down at them with a face of great concern.

“Are you-” Macaque started to ask them, unable to finish his sentence when MK screamed and kicked out and just barely missed making contact that would have sent him flying backwards into the nearest tree. “Whoa, no, it’s alright! I’m not-”

“What did you do to me this time, Macaque!?” MK yelled, looking around for a weapon, any weapon, something they could use to defend themself. Their eyes fell on something familiar, something that shouldn’t exist anymore and they froze at the sight of red and gold.

“Little one, is your name MK?” Macaque asked softly, holding up his hands as he slowly walked forward back toward the started and confused young adult before him. “I found you washed up on the shore. You need to lay back down, you’re still-”

Macaque let out a yelp of surprise as MK dove, hand firmly grasping the familiar warm-cold center of the staff.

But it felt... wrong, somehow.

They didn’t let go.

"OK, WHAT IS HAPPENING!?" MK shouted, holding the stolen staff in front of them as they turned on the immortal monkey that was their one time mentor. "Is this Jin and Yin again? Is this the Calabash!? Did they change it so my stuff doesn’t work in it anymore!? I'm not falling for that again!"

"I'm sorry, the what?" A new voice rang from behind him. One a little... too familiar...

It was MK. It shouldn't be possible, not if the Calabash was working the same way it had worked before, but it was them. But not.

Like... the way the staff felt.

The Other MK standing in the too bright sun wore a stark sky blue and black instead of his signature orange and red, a large hefty backpack in that same blue slung over his back. And he was... tall. Not unusually tall, just taller than MK was. And also looked incredibly angry as he carried a box of medical supplies.

"The... Calabash..." MK repeated, holding the staff closer to their chest with a nervous gulp. Their hands twisted around the staff nervously, hoping the repetitive action would ground them against the repeating 'THERE IS ANOTHER YOU STARING AT YOU WHAT THE HELL' whizzing in their head. "This... this isn't Jin and Yin again after all, is it?"

MK gulped again, blinking as their vision swam suddenly and their head felt like it was filled with... something. Like liquid but if it was as light as air.

"I don't know which answer would be better for you," Macaque said softly, honesty palpable in his tone. Something so odd for the Monkie Kid to hear in their ears with that voice. "But no. We are very much real."

"Oh..." MK said plainly. "Oh that's bad. That's... Oh boy..."

Before their eyes rolled back in their head and they passed out they were pretty sure they saw a few more overly familiar faces rushing to them.

~

When MK woke a second time they were once again moved, but to somewhere else far less familiar than the shores of Mount Huaguo and the drone ship... but also too familiar. They also now realized that their head hurt... a lot. Like, a lot a lot.

“Finally, you’re back from the brink of death,” that same overly familiar voice rang our in their ear. They snapped their head to the side, regretting it instantly as it made their vision swim again and lights pop in front of their eyes. “Hey, no, don’t do that!"

The other MK jumped up, kneeling down in front of them and poked them in the forehead. His scowl didn’t seem to let up in the slightest, but it tilted in a way that felt more concerned than angry.

"... why am I looking at my own face?" MK asked, not sure whether they should continue to stare at their own face or to look anywhere else to keep their brain from short circuiting trying to process what the actual hell was happening.

“Considering you were able to pick up my staff,” the other MK said, removing his finger and gesturing to the rod that was still across MK’s chest (how had he not noticed the extra weight of it still in his hand?). “I’d say we have some kind of multi-dimensional bullshitery going on here. Unless you’re, somehow, a robot made of the same shit Red used to get the that thing in the first place, but I don’t think robots bleed from head injuries.”

Ah. That would explain why his head felt like someone had cracked it open and shoved cotton balls into it.

MK looked around, taking in the stark white walls and the overly clean smell and the clean white sheets they were laid on.

“... am I at the hospital?”

“Oh, absolutely!” Other MK yelled, raising his arms in frustration as he paced the room in a familiar excess of energy. “But unfortunately for us you don’t exactly exist here! So we’re figuring out a way to make them believe you’re me with some really fucked up memories my dude! Which is easier with, you know.”

The other MK knocked on his head twice, wincing a bit as the second knock seemed to be harder than intended.

“... but you’re..?”

“I snuck in.”

“OK, well, thanks for the help,” MK started, sitting himself up with more than a little struggle. “But I need to figure out what the heck happened and get back to-!”

“Oh no you don’t!” Other MK said, jumping on the bed and standing over him. That was... well, MK would definitely say that was a very weird but effective way of keeping someone from getting up. “Macaque already ran off without letting me stop him, I barely got him to take some backup, to figure out what in the hell is happening. You are me and I know myself and if you ever tell anyone this I will end you, but you are way too injured to be doing anything right now!”

“I have to do something, Other Me-”

“No, oh no I hate that, just call me Blue,” the other MK said, the scowl on his face softened ever so slightly once again. Just slightly. “It’s a lot better than ‘other me’. And there’s nothing we can do until Macaque gets us some answers.”

"So... what, Blue? Am I just supposed to sit around and wait for someone to come and rescue me if he finds nothing!?" MK snapped, grip on their staff tightening so much that their knuckles paled and creaked in stress. "Just do nothing while who knows what happens to my friends!?"

"No," Blue said, placing his hand on MK's shoulder and frowning when the other shrugged it off and curled in on themselves. "But hurting yourself isn't going to help you get back to them. And as long as you’re here you’re my responsibility.”

“I’m a grown ass adult, you should know that.”

“Yeah, well, dying generally puts a damper on things and you’re not so adult that you can’t escape death,” Blue said, letting himself fall back into a sitting position on the bed. “Unless you got to keep your invulnerability or something, but given the crack in your noggin that doesn’t seem... like...” Blue trailed off, looking at MK with an odd expression. “... are you ok? Like. Emotionally?”

“Huh?”

“You’re crying.”

MK wrestled with one of their hands to free it’s iron grip on the staff (not their staff, their staff was gone, they had to remind themselves that their staff was gone and... and so was so much else), raising to their cheek to discover that at some point in Blue’s retort they had indeed started crying.

“... what happened to you?”

“It’s a long story,” MK said, wiping their face on their arm (they now realized they were wearing hospital dressing). “I...” They grabbed the staff with their now free hand again, twisting the grip carefully and freeing the iron hold their other hand had. “Can I just... keep this for a bit longer?”

Blue looked at MK, looking between the other him and the staff that was rightfully his before sighing and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Not like I need it right this second,” he said, his scowl vanishing completely as he stood and yanked over his backpack and put it back on after he pulled a baseball cap out and squished his hair into it and pulled it down to cover his face. “There’s gonna be someone here with you at all times until you get out, just to keep you in the loop of what’s going on here. We’ll figure out where you’re staying if Mac doesn’t figure out a way to get you home by tonight.” He moved toward the entrance to the room, turning back before opening it. “I’ll be back, I gotta restock my bag. There’s a couple people who wanna talk to you already... don’t... freak out.”

Before MK could ask what Blue meant the young man opened the door and slipped out, talking to someone just out of his line of vision before running off down the hall.

And then they saw the overly familiar sight of Pigsy and Tang... except they weren’t.

Pigsy, their Pigsy, was always in a chef’s uniform unless he was sleeping. Rough edges softened when he smiled or looked at MK or Mei with that exasperated look that MK knew meant he cared. Tang, their Tang, was a scholar who looked the part in every way, old fashioned clothes and books in hand. Always smiling when he could manage it and carefree.

This Pigsy was.. soft. And fluffy. Literally soft and fluffy. And wore oversized sweaters and smiled in a way that fit more on someone else’s face but felt right at home on his. This Tang was...

Well, the only way MK could think to describe the man before them was “skinny biker with probably hidden muscles who would kick your ass”. He looked the same but his hair was more wild, sunglasses pushing his bangs up, decked out in a (probably fake) leather jacket... but he had the same scarf.

And he and Pigsy were holding hands.

“I suppose you already know who we are,” the biker version of Tang said, smile on his face very awkward and seeming somewhat forced in a “I don’t know if this is helping but I’m gonna try” kind of way. “And we know who... you are. Kinda.”

“Yeah,” MK responded, thinking for a moment back to when he was found on the beach. “Were you... were you the ones with Blue, the other me, on Mount Huaguo?”

“Yeah,” the soft Pigsy said and... wow, hearing that voice say something so gently so casually was throwing him through a loop. “M-Blue was convinced we needed to get out of the city for the day and brought us along for his training. We didn’t expect to find... well, another him...” Pigsy frowned, the first one MK saw on his face and it felt so much more openly worried than their own Pigsy’s scowls. “How are you feeling?”

MK looked down at the staff in their hands, then back up to the two men in front of them.

They weren’t the two people MK considered father figures. They weren’t. But they were. And as MK tried to process this they felt their breathing speed up faster and faster and faster until-

“Hey,” Tang said, gentle and soft voice breaking MK from their racing thoughts as he reached out to put a hand in MK’s hair but stopped himself short. Probably in remembering that they weren’t Blue. “You can stay with us if you want. Once you’re discharged and if you need somewhere to stay.”

Well... that didn’t help at all.

No.

Instead it opened the floodgates and MK started crying harder than they had since the final fight with the White Bone Spirit, curling in on themselves as the last few days and what had transpired really hit them.

“What the FUCK did you do!?” He heard his own voice shout from the doorway.

~

It looked like PIgsy’s apartment. But not.

MK’s hands clenched at air, wishing they still had the staff for comfort. But no, they insisted that Blue take it back when they were discharged.

Blue was still the Monkie Kid after all. He needed the staff to fight.

MK... was just MK here. And they couldn’t fight, not while recovering from their injuries anyway.

But oh how they wish they hadn’t given it back. It felt so right and yet so wrong to hold it. They didn’t realize how much they had grown attached to the object until it was...

“MK?” Once again Pigsy’s voice startled him, not for the first time since they arrived at the apartment and MK took up the extra bedroom that this world’s counterpart had once stayed in until the apartment above the shop opened up for them. “Do you need anything?”

“No,” they responded, hands gripping the edge of their jacket in an attempt to hold something solid. It wasn’t the same. “I can handle myself.”

“I know you can, but you don’t have to,” Pigsy said, coming into the room holding a cup of water and putting it on the nightstand. “And you don’t have to talk to us, if you don’t want to... but it’d probably help. Even if you just ramble about something.”

Had this been the other Pigsy he probably would have something something like “You may technically be an adult, but you’re still my child”. Something firm and gruff and filled with underlying affection for the younger adult. But this Pigsy... there was some of that there. A firmness to his words, though the gruffness was missing. But he could feel the affection he must have had for Blue transferring to themself, the knowledge that they weren’t the same person holding most of it back.

But it was still there.

And MK hadn’t really talked to anyone since the short lived argument with Blue.

“... You uh...” they started, chuckling quietly as they twisted their fingers together. “You said you own a flower shop? My Pigsy, uh... he, runs a noodle shop.”

It wasn’t going to help. MK was certain that talking about their family and friends and how different they were would probably make how he felt worse.

But sitting there and ignoring it would make it worse far quicker in their mind.

So MK talked. For hours. Eventually Tang joined the two, both listening as MK recalled all the differences and similarities and...

Well. They listened. Just like their own Pigsy and Tang would.

... they wondered if they would ever get to go back.

[fearfully-fiction]

St. Albans pt.2- Dakota Laden x Reader

word count: 3786

warnings: fluff? angstish. TW: mentions of suicide (if any of you feel this way at all i really do encourage you to talk to somebody. it’s a hard thing to do, it can be scary but a lot of the time holding things in is scarier. call a hotline please, talk to somebody know you’re so loved and needed by so many. I'm here for you, I love you all)

Summary: based on season 1 episode 4 of DF so all credit to the crew, the dhow and the channel! Reader and the team head into the sanatorium and begin to explore. Reader gets increasingly worried for Dakota and her friends.

part1! part3! part4!

(not my gif!)

You awoke to Dakota gently shaking you to rouse you from your sleep. 

“Babe, we’re close to the location. It’s time to get up ok,” he informed you. You groaned sleepily and he chuckled while smoothing your messy hair. “How close?” you asked. 

“About ten minutes.” he kissed your forehead and chuckled when you rolled away from him. “Alright, alright I’m up.” you declared as you reluctantly stood up and stretched. He walked towards you and wrapped his arms around you. You leaned into his embrace and he placed his cheek atop your head. He let go and went to sit with the others as you headed to the bathroom to fix your hair and try not to look like you just woke up from a 30-year coma. 

You walked out and smiled at them all, “Hey guys, are you excited?” you asked. 

“Well, that’s definitely not the word I would use for it. I’m more freaked out than excited.” Tanner answered your question. “I’m fucking terrified, you and I haven’t been there before. Dude I’m freaking out.” Alex spoke up and you nodded your head vigorously. They all chuckled at your reactions. “Yeah, I know I said you could handle yourselves but damn, I am still worried,” you admitted to them. “We’ll be alright babe,” Dakota reassured and put his arm across the back of the seat and this time you leaned into him. You reached over your shoulder and interlocked your fingers with his, and he smiled down at you. Chelsea noticed this and smiled softly at her little brother. 

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Everything was silent as you came upon the building you’d be staying in for the night, you could see the look of anger and annoyance on Chelsea’s face as she shook her head. 

 You exited the RV with all of your gear, and you stood next to Chelsea giving her hand a squeeze to let her know you were there for her. She looked at you with a grateful smile and you nudged her shoulder playfully. 

You walked up the steps and into the old building letting out a heavy sigh as you assessed your surroundings. You all set up your gear room quickly, wanting to get started with the night as quickly as possible. Though you dreaded the hours ahead of you, you couldn’t help your idiotic curiosity. 

“Now we’re about to walk through St. Albans Sanatorium for the second time in our lives.” your boyfriend announced to the audience. You and Alex gave each other a look as if silently communicating how crazy Dakota was for doing this. 

“Should we get started?” you asked “I’ll leave it up to Chelsea,” Dakota gave his sister the decision. 

You turn towards Chels, ready to hear her answer. “Where do you want to start?” He asked. She contemplated for a few seconds before deciding to go upstairs. “Let’s go upstairs,” you all agreed. “Let’s go up, then work our way down.” your boyfriend said. “Alright, here we go.” you huffed. 

You all slowly made your way up the stairs with you falling to the back of the group. Letting your eyes try and adjust to the dark, and the small screen showing your surroundings. You stepped up the last step and up onto the second floor and continued down the hallway with your small flashlights illuminating small portions of it. Alex noticed you weren’t in front of him and stopped. You didn’t notice him stop and ran into him and jumped. “Shit!” you yelped and it caused everyone to let out shouts. They all turned towards you with wide eyes Dakota making his way towards you.” Are you ok? What happened?” he shot out questions. Your eyes were wide but suddenly you let out a laugh. When you realized you had just run into Alex, your laughter made everyone look at you in confusion. “What are you laughing about?” Tanner asked while letting out a heavy sigh. “I just ran into Alex that’s all. I didn’t see that he had stopped. I’m sorry everyone.” you let out small giggles as you apologized. They all looked at you and sighed in relief. “You scared the crap out of me,” Chelsea spoke up. “I’m sorry Chels.” you gave a shy shrug. “Why did you stop Al?” you asked. “I didn’t see you in front of me and got worried,” he admitted. “Aw, well I’m ok. Just fell to the back of the pack that’s all,” you said and nudged him with your shoulder. “Ok, that’s not happening come up here,” Tanner said and grabbed your wrist to gently pull you in front of him and Alex. 

Chelsea reached out to grab your hand and keep you next to her. 

You all stopped in the middle of the second floor with Dakota asking if anyone was up there. Everything was quiet and then a loud clatter happened from above you, all of you jumped and you squeezed Chelsea’s hand. 

“That was up there,” Tanner spoke. “That was up on the third floor.” your boyfriend jumped in. 

Tanner began to walk up the stairs but quickly came back down. “Dude, there was another step.” he spit out. “What seriously?” you questioned while backing up a bit. He nodded his head, and you shook your head. “No way in hell, am I going up there,” you announced. 

Tanner stepped forward once again to go up the stairs. You always did wonder how he could do that. “How do you have the courage to do this right now?” Dakota asked in disbelief, pretty much stating your thoughts. 

Dakota looked at you all before following Tanner up the stairs. “These boys are gonna be the death of us I swear Chelsea. Your brother is crazy,” you stated quietly. “Tell me about it, you’re the one who is dating him,” she said. “Touche,” you replied. 

When you reached the third floor you pulled your jacket tighter around you and spoke up. “It’s so much colder up here.”

“Isn’t heat suppose to rise?” Your boyfriend concluded your thought.

“Yeah,” Tanner responded. “This is weird,” Dakota said. 

Then out of nowhere another loud noise was heard. You jumped and grabbed Dakota’s arm. 

“Whoa, whoa what the hell was that!?” you exclaimed. “What? What is it?” Chelsea questioned hurriedly. 

Tanner moved backward and away from the door. 

“That was behind you. That was right behind you!” Dakota called out.  You buried your face in your boyfriend’s arm. “No way. No way. No way. I am not going up there, Kota.” he turned toward you and pulled you into a hug while kissing your head. “I’ll be right there babe, I won’t let anything hurt you ok?” you look up at him and can see the sincerity in his eyes though the light is barely enough to make anything out. You nodded your head, “Ok…” you agree. 

He reached down to give your hand a squeeze before turning back to face the doorway. Another creak sounded and made you all jump. 

“Is there someone up there?” Chelsea wondered aloud. 

So Dakota asked the question. "Is there somebody up here?” 

“Honest to God. Is there someone up here?” He questioned once again. 

Tanner called out. “Hey! Quiet!”  you all waited with bated breath for a few seconds before Dakota decided to continue. 

“Just beware you guys. This is, like, one of the more haunted floors, too,” he explained and walked behind Tanner who was now leading the group. Chelsea walked a bit ahead of you and you stayed back with Alex. “Hey Al, you doing ok?” you asked your best friend. 

He turned his camera down to look at you. “I’m doing ok. Not exactly having fun, but what’s new, ya know?” he answered you. You chuckled and agreed with a nod. “I totally understand. I just hope this isn’t our ‘last stop’.” you joked lightly trying to get a smile out of him. “Oh, wow that really helped ease my conscience (y/n).” he tossed back at you. 

You looked ahead of you. “Oh, shit we’re being left behind,” you said and jogged ahead with Alex behind you. You heard from down the hallway. 

“Oh, my god, it’s the suicide bathroom!” you hear Tanner exclaim. You get to where they are and look in disbelief at the room where people decided to end their lives. It made you so sad, knowing that people went there because they didn’t want to live anymore. (if any of you feel this way, please talk to someone. Don’t hold it in let someone help you, don’t be scared or ashamed to ask for help it’s a really brave thing to do. I’m here for you if you ever just want to talk. I love you all) 

“That’s where it’s coming from,” Tanner explained. “So, what just happened?” Your boyfriend asked. You came in and stood by Chelsea. 

“Well, to be honest, it actually sounded like there was an actual person walking around here,” he explained to everyone what he thought it was. “That’s what it sounded like to me too,” you stated. “But there’s no one here,” he said. 

“That’s weird,” Dakota said. “Yeah, it really is.” you agreed. 

Chelsea sat on the chair outside of the bathroom while Dakota headed in to check it out. 

You stood outside by her. “Chels, this place…” you trailed off. “I can’t explain it. It’s just, it’s so sad Chelsea.” you expressed to her. You felt tears come to your eyes. She reached for your hand and held it comfortingly. “I know, it’s so sad up here.” she agreed with you. 

You looked around with your camera and showed the old walls encasing the intense energy from the spirits that still lingered there. 

You heard your boyfriend speak from inside the bathroom. “Woah. my ear is just ringing,”  he said. “Really?” Tanner asked. You furrowed your brows. 

“Dakota, are you ok?” you questioned with worry in your voice. 

“Oh,” Dakota’s jaw cracked. 

“Ooh, I just heard your jaw crack,” Tanner said

“That was weird.” your boyfriend said.

 You moved from your position and walked toward the bathroom. You politely asked Tanner if you could get by and moved forward to your boyfriend’s side. “Babe, are you ok?” you asked while placing your hand on his shoulder and rubbing up and down his arm in a comforting manner.  “Yeah, I’m ok it’s just weird that’s all,” he said. 

Tanner moved away from the doorway, and you turned your flashlight on. You reached your hand up and placed it on Dakotas cheek, gently running your thumb over his jaw. “You sure babe, do you need a break?” you asked affection and worry blatant in your tone. 

“No, no I’ll be ok,” he reassured you and kissed your head. “You better be telling the truth, Dakota Laden,” you warned him. “I am, I’ll be ok I promise,” he said and you leaned up to kiss his jaw before nodding and turning to exit the small bathroom. 

You walked out and joined the rest of the group. You all decided that it was a good time to take a seat and see if you could communicate with anything/anyone. 

“Alright. So right now. We are sitting on the ground right next to the suicide bathroom, Which is behind Tanner and (y/n).”  Dakota said. You looked around the room hoping to make something out in the dark. 

“Rebecca, are you here?” He spoke up once again. You were just thinking in your head about how hard her situation was. Once again tears came to your eyes, and your chest began to feel heavy. 

You tried to calm your breathing before speaking. “Rebecca, if you’re here, I want to tell you how sorry I am that you went through all of the things you did.” you let out with a shaky breath. You could feel Tanner’s eyes shift over to you. The room was silent. “(y/n), are you ok?” he asked and placed a hand on your back. You jumped at his touch but sighed in relief when you realized it was just him. You cleared your throat. “Um, yeah… I just, it’s so sad up here. I can’t even imagine how she felt.” you relayed your thoughts for the group. “I know, it’s so heavy in here. I can’t begin to even try to understand all of this.” Chelsea spoke. You wiped your tears and tried to calm yourself down. Silence ran rampant in the room, all of you sitting and hoping for a response. 

After a while, Dakota spoke up. 

“It’s weird though, like,  we came up here, we heard a bunch of noises just at the top of the stairs right there. and we get to the bathroom here and it’s just silent.” you nod though he can’t see you. 

“I don’t know what that means.” he finished. 

You sat for a few more seconds before you all decided it was time to move on. Tanner got up first and held out his hand to help you up. You gladly took it and thanked him. 

The flashlights were turned on again to head downstairs. Tanner looked down at you with a careful look in his eyes. You could feel his protectiveness canvassing the area as he stood by you. “Are you ok (y/n)? I know it was especially hard for you up there,” he asked with a protective hand resting on your shoulder. “I think so. I don’t know why it hit me so hard, it just all of a sudden came crashing down on me,” you answered genuinely. He wrapped his arm around you in a side hug. “I’m not sure either, but it will be ok,” he reassured you and you hugged him back before following the others down the stairs. 

“Well, let’s take the staircase down to the electroshock therapy room,” Dakota instructed before heading down the stairs first, Chelsea went next, and Tanner followed her. After them, you headed down as well which left Alex to the back of the pack. When you got down the stairs you turned around to check on him and make sure he was doing ok seeing as neither of you had been there before. “You ok?” you checked on him. “Yeah, I’m doing ok. How are you doing? It was pretty rough for you up there.” “I’m ok now, it was just so heavy up there it was hard to think about all that had happened in that room.” he nodded. “Yeah, I agree.” 

“I still can’t believe we agree to this shit.” He said quietly to you, and you chuckled softly. “I know, we really need to set some boundaries.” you joked. “I don’t understand us,” he said while shaking his head. “Neither do I Al, neither do I.” You trailed off with a smile on your face and a shake of your head. 

“Oh gosh, it’s heavier down here,” Dakota stated as you all hit the bottom of the staircase. “This is the electroshock therapy room. I remember this place.” you all wandered into the room where you ended up next to Dakota. “Oh, the hospital bed,” he said and you turn your camera to show the bed. It gave you chills knowing how many people were hurt and tortured down there. 

“People had to endure this…” you breathed out. “It’s torture.” Dakota turned to look at you silently assessing your state, wanting to make sure you were doing ok. 

He nudged your arm and began to walk around the bed to make room for everybody else. You followed suit and once again stood by his side feeling the safest next to him. 

You decided to be the one to ask. 

“Is there anyone down here with us?” the question left your lips and hung in the air. You once again got no responses and decided to move forward with the investigation. 

Dakota made sure to keep you closer to him than he had been, seeing as he was getting a bad feeling as you went further into the building. 

He held his camera with one hand and juggled his flashlight in the other while trying to grab your hand as well as hold the light. It almost made a smile break out on your face as he desperately tried to make it work. Instead, you decided to hold onto his wrist so he could keep the light in his hand. He looked down at you and smiled. “I think that’s a solution that will suffice,” you said and let your thumb gently rest over where you could feel his steady pulse beneath his skin. 

You continued on your way. 

“Alright. So the subbasement is where the demonic spirit named Red is.” Dakota pointed out as you furthered your descent. 

“Oh no, I don’t like this. I don’t like this.” Your boyfriend expressed. “I don’t either it feels intimidating down here. I can see part of the reason people don’t come down here.” you clarified your weariness. 

“This is the notorious boiler room,” Dakota said as you all entered the dark room. 

“Is there anybody down here?” he asked as you all settled into your positions. Your head rested on Dakota’s shoulder. “Do you not want us down here?” he asked another question. Still, the silence was all you received. “Can you touch one of us?” he questioned. Your eyes widened at his inquiry. “Dakota please be careful,” you whispered to him. “Nothing has happened everything is just fine babe.” he tried to soothe you. You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh. “Just please be careful,” you advised once again. “I will be.” he kissed the top of your head. 

 Exiting the room you all continued down the hallway with your flashlights pointed ahead of you. 

This time it was you in the lead, you had no idea where you were going but Dakota had his hand resting on the small of your back ushering you forward. 

He then walked ahead of you with his camera up. “This is the infamous bowling alley.” he described. 

You walked further into the room and a feeling of being watched immediately washed over you and so you slightly hid behind your boyfriend in an attempt to comfort yourself. 

Without warning an unexplainable voice was sounded through the quiet room. Your eyes widened as you got closer to your boyfriend. 

“Woah did you hear that?” Tanner inquired in either curiosity or fear, you couldn’t tell. 

You looked up at Dakota just to see him donning a look of discomfort. “Dude my ear is ringing again,” he stated and you moved to face him. You put your flashlight in a pocket and reached up to place a hand on his face. “Are you ok Kota?” you asked with anxious eyes. 

“Dude, that was a little voice. Guys did you not hear that voice?” Tanner asked while turning to look at you guys. “Oh, are you ok?” he worriedly wondered. “My ear is just ringing.” Tanner took long strides toward you Chels and Kota. “The second you heard that my ear started ringing again this time it’s my right ear,” Dakota stated. You looked up at him with unease. “Babe, maybe we should get you out of here for a while. Get you some fresh air,” you suggested soothingly. Before he could respond to your suggestion Tanner speaks up. “Dude, what?” he asked in disbelief. 

He made a noise of discomfort and you looked to Chelsea who had the same amount of worry in her eyes. “Are you…” Tanner was cut off by Dakota speaking up. “I’m ok.” he tried to set everybody at ease. “Ok.” Tanner wearily stated. 

“I’m ok. I don’t know what’s going on.” still your suggestion was swept under the rug. 

He took a step away from you. “I just feel like whatever’s down here is just waiting. It knows we’re gonna be here for a long time.” Dakota let the words slip from his mouth. His words gave you chills. It made you think about how true it was, and what it would do to you if you came down here alone to sleep. 

Having enough of the bowling alley you all made your way back upstairs until Tanner brought everything to a halt. 

“hold on a second. Stop.” he pauses on the way up. “What, what is it?” you ask eagerly. 

“Yo, Al come over here.” Alex walks up next to Tanner behind Dakota. 

“Dude,” Alex said in shock. You looked at him with scared eyes and tried to get a look at what they were seeing. “What?”  Dakota asked anxiously. 

“There’s a handprint,” Tanner explained what he was seeing on Dakota’s jacket. You looked at it and your heart sped up, your worries for his and their safety were beginning to amplify. 

“There’s a handprint on your back babe,” you answer in shock and awe of what you were seeing. 

“What does it look like?” Dakota asked. You came to stand in front of him again. 

“Dude, it’s a thumb, finger, finger, finger, pinkie.” both Tanner and Alex describe to him. 

Dakota tried to look back to maybe get a glimpse of the marking. 

“Are you serious?” he questions startled. “Swear to God, dude,” Tanner assures. 

“I mean, put your arm down.” Dakota lowers his arm to his side. “Yeah like that. That looks like if I went like this.” he raised his hand. “Here. I’m just gonna put it over. It’s gonna ruin the mark, but we got the mark.” he moved his hand forward and placed it on his back. “It looks like this,” Tanner told everyone while demonstrating. 

“I mean, it’s even bigger than my hand.” you tried to swallow your fear as you reached for his hand. He held it tightly in his own. “What?” he questioned. “I did just say “Can you touch one of us?” “ you let go of his hand and turned away. “I knew you should’ve been more careful,” you mumbled to yourself. 

Your head snapped back up as his voice rose. “Woah! Woah! My battery is about to die.” he showed it to the camera that Tanner held. Chelsea saw the distress written on your features and walked over to you as the boys continued to freak out. 

She wrapped her arm around your shoulder and you leaned into her for comfort. 

“We haven’t had a camera die all night,” she said. “I know…” you trailed off before escaping her grip. They all looked to you with worried eyes as you stood in eerie silence.

After everything, Dakota decided it was best to take a break. You couldn’t agree more. 

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if you are still doing the wish you'd write a fic thing....

i kinda have two requests because i love your writings/opinions/consider your future stuff as totally canon, so..

everyone always thinks ian and mickey's little girl (because they totally need to have a girl lbr) goes to ian for comfort, but i'd like to see her go to mickey too. so i wish you'd write a fic where mickey comforts their girl.

second thing... i wish you'd write a fic with them and a newborn <3

Hi Anon, thank you for prompting me and for being lovely!

Not gonna lie, I've been struggling with words and inspiration today, but in the last five minutes I now have a completely new headcannon involving how Ian and Mickey acquire not just one, but two daughters (and eventually a son) by the "local stray" method. It'll take a lot of work to turn into something, though, so for now have this itty bitty snippet as today's untitled speedwrite!

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Mickey woke to the bed shifting under him, displaced by the weight of the child trying in vain to climb up onto the mattress. He rolled over with a groan, sitting up just enough to get his hands under tiny arms and hoist his daughter up to rest next to him, now accustomed to the sudden appearance of small children when he was trying to sleep.

He tugged the covers up higher and closed his eyes again, but it wasn't long until the kid was poking at his face with sharp little fingers.

"Ugh, what?" he rasped, voice thick. "I'm tryin' to sleep here, go bug your dad." It wasn't unusual for one of the kids to come in after Ian was up, but they normally at least let Mickey keep resting.

The poking stopped, and he relaxed back into the plush bed, eager to fall back asleep. Then he heard a telltale sniffle, and he was awake in an instant instead.

"The fuck's wrong?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His daughter was kneeling next to him, crying quietly, tears leaving tracks down her face. She wiped her dripping nose with her arm, and Mickey winced, reaching for the edge of the sheet to clean her up.

He wiped her face, then propped himself up against the pillows and opened his arms.

"C'mere, kid," he prompted, and she fell forward into his chest, curling up tight against him. She nestled her head against his heart, listening to it beat, as Mickey ran a soft hand up and down her back.

"Gonna tell me why you're cryin'?" he asked after a few minutes, but she just shook her head against him. He shrugged, and held her tighter. "Alright," he said, "fair enough."

Eventually, she quieted, and started to pull away. He let her go, knowing what it was like to need space after letting go like that.

"You ok now?" he asked, and she nodded, eyes focused on the bedspread.

"Don't tell daddy?" she asked, not meeting his eyes.

"Don't tell him what?" Mickey retorted, flicking her chin up with one hand. "You haven't even told me anything yet, kid."

That earned him a tremulous smile, at least. "That I was cryin" she answered, "he'll worry."

Mickey snorted. "Fuck that." He bent to bring their faces level, and waited until she looks at him. "You rather make me worry, huh?"

"No, poppa," she relented, then murmured something he couldn't hear.

"What was that, mumbles?"

She took a deep breath, then said, all in one go, "Don't wanna go to school the boys they're mean and they won't let me play guns and Tommy says I should do girl stuff and I said guns are for girls too and he said if I had a mommy I'd know better and--"

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Mickey cut her off. "Jesus, take a breath, kiddo, you're gonna have a stroke or somethin'."

Her eyes widened, and he cursed himself for forgetting that--

"I'm gonna die like--"

"No!" he yelped. "It's just a, a saying, you're fine." He really needed a better filter, but in his defense, he had just woken up. "Why don't you want your dad to know?" he asked, desperate to get her back on track.

It worked, thankfully; he blessed the wonders of a child's short attention span.

"He tries to fix stuff," she said.

Mickey understood immediately. "You're worried he'll talk to the teacher again, aren't you?" He had done that last year when some asshole little kid had tripped her on the playground; the end result had been a forced apology from the boy in front of the whole class, after which the rest of the kids had either taunted her for being a wimp or tried to help protect her. She hadn't been sure which bothered her more, and he didn't blame her.

"Tell you what," he decided. "We're gonna tell your dad." He held up a hand to halt her protests, and continued.

"We're gonna tell him, and then you're gonna play hooky and ride with us today." She lit up at that; she loved doing pick-ups. They got some weird looks sometimes for taking a kid in an armored ambulance on weed runs, but it was only the cushy routes, and no one was going to complain as long as deliveries were on time.

"And then," he said as he swung his legs over the side of the bed to stand, his daughter shuffling toward the edge of the mattress on her knees. "Then, we're gonna sit down, and we're gonna talk about how you--you, not us," he emphasized, "are going to handle this."

He stretched, then reached down to help her off the bed as well. "That sound okay to you?"

She nodded, face serious. "What if I wanna punch 'em?" she asked, and he shrugged.

"Then you deal with it by punchin' 'em, I guess." Not like he could say shit about that. "How I used to deal with stuff. But your dad," he grinned down at her, "he might have another idea. "

Her face screwed up. "A better idea?"

"Hey, I didn't say that," he protested. But then he lowered his voice, crouching down to be on her level again. "But he did get a kid in so much trouble, once, that he never touched him again. Kid even cried about it after," he confided.

She thought, then agreed, "I guess that sounds okay. And I won't get yelled at then."

Good kid, Mickey thought. Gotta have priorities.

"Alright, let's go track down your dad then, huh?" He ruffled her hair, laughing at the annoyed face she made as she pushed his hand away and tried to fix it. "If you ask real nice, maybe he'll make us banana pancakes before work."