#or 'oooooo you got middle named!'

[lycorogue]

Just pictured my OC Lia being yelled at by her dad and him calling her by her full name (Amelia). And her friends just being like, "shit! He broke out the government name!"

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Hellfire (Priest! Miguel O’Hara x Demon! Fem! Reader) one shot

Oooooo Im very happy about this one. Based of the song from the hunchback of Norte dame. No idea how this got to the word count it did lol. Not proofread.

Religious imagery(Catholicism specifically), questioning of faith, the lyrics of the song does contain a certain that can be seen as distasteful/offensive, reader is a demonic entity (almost like a succubus), nsfw content but no smut (mdni), semi-dub con(???) (reader trying to convince Miguel to give into her, but it’s mostly teasing touches and stuff.), cursing, mentions of hell.

(Y/N)- Your name.

Word count: 2.6K

Masterlist

—

Confiteor deo

Omnipotenti

Beatae Mariae

Semper virgini

Beato Michaeli archangelo

Sanctis apostolis

Omnibus sanctis

—

With a heavy sigh, Miguel placed his rosary and his bible on his office’s desk. Another Sunday completed, all the services for the day were finished, along with clean up and the classes for the kiddos. It was now getting dark, the sun setting, leaving a beautiful painting of pink and orange hues in the sky. The church bells struck once, twice, three times, then one last time, signifying another hour having passed as Miguel put on his winter coat and gloves, because surely,it was still snowing outside , his heavy footsteps echoing throughout the empty ancient church. He stops at the start of the wooden pews, turning towards the front and placing his right hand to the top of his forehead.

“En el nombre del Padre.” (In the name of the father.)

His hand travels to the middle of his chest.

“Y del Hijo.” (The son)

To his left shoulder.

“Y del Espíritu…” (And the holy…)

To his right shoulder.

“Santo, Amén.” (spirit, Amen.)

Lastly, he brings his hand up and places a gentle kiss on the side of it, his eyes never leaving the stain glass portrait of the Virgin Mary that hung in the middle of the top of the stage as he said the prayer, before turning back around and exiting the church, a familiar sense of dread filling his chest as he closes the door behind him.

—

Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man

Of my virtue I am justly proud (et tibit pater)

—

Miguel couldn’t sleep, he wouldn’t sleep.

He rubs his large hands over his face, his eye bags have been getting darker lately, he’s been lacking energy, and thanks to the little sleep he’s been receiving, it was only making it harder for him to fight off the temptation of sin. But it’s not like he could have a full night's rest, not when… Miguel shook his head in an attempt to rid the vile and unholy thoughts. Maybe tonight will be different, that was the lie he told himself every night.

Miguel placed his toothbrush back into the little blue cup onto his bathroom sink, bringing up a small, white hand towel to clean off the excess water that was spread on his lips, and began to run down his chin and onto his neck.

what a delicious sight.

Once he finally finished cleaning up the water on his chin, he dragged the towel over his sink counter to clean the water he had spilled while brushing, before placing it back on its little hook and exited the bathroom, turning off the lights and closing the door.

Maybe he wouldn’t have the same problem every night if he didn’t look so tempting, only sleeping in gray sweatpants.

He does a once-over of his house, making sure all the doors and windows are locked. Before finishing stopping in front of his bedroom, freezing right before the threshold of the door. His hands go up and join together in a praying signal, whispering for protection under his breath.

Like that’s ever helped him.

—

Beata Maria, you know I'm so much purer than

The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd (quia peccavi nimis)

—

The second he took the step into his bedroom, he felt a shiver run down his back. It felt like the temperature dropped once he walked in, he swore if he focused hard enough, he’d be able to see his own breath.

Despite his fight or flight senses screaming at him to run, he continued to venture further into his master bedroom. A simple wooden cross with golden accents hung over his bed, his eyes fixated on it. Miguel O’Hara, was a man of faith, he had to be in order to be the priest of his community’s church. He’s poured his whole life, soul and being into his religion, having been raised catholic since he was a mere infant. So why was it that every night, when he’d stared at the cross over his bed, the one that was supposed to protect him, did he start to doubt?

—

Then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing there?

Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul? (cogitatione)

—

It always started the same.

He’d sleep somewhat soundly for a good amount of the night, once he was able to get his mind to stop racing.

He looked so adorable asleep, despite his colossal size.

He moves a lot, so his bed always becomes a bit disheveled, a pillow on the floor or a blanket halfway off the bed. Some light snores and some drool dripping out the corner of his mouth.

How could such a holy man be so delicious looking?

It was 3 am. Witching hour.

“Wake…”

“… up~”

“Wake up.”

—

I feel her, I see her

The sun caught in her raven hair

Is blazing in me out of all control (verb o et opere)

—

Miguel’s eyes shot open. Chest heaving as he takes rapid short breaths, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat. His eyes darting around his dark room in an attempt to find the source of the voice, only lifting his head as he did so.

He knew you were here.

Finally he finds a pair of dark glowing eyes at the foot of his bed, how did he miss it in the first place? He chalks it up to panic. A silence fell over the two of you for what felt like hours, an all too familiar sense of panic (and to Miguel’s horror, slight arousal) filled his senses. Finally, you break the silence.

“My my my… if it isn’t my favorite priest…” You said in a sing-songy tone, as you slowly climbed onto the bed, making Miguel’s stomach twist. He should push you off of him, he should banish you to the depths of hell, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it for some reason. He was paralyzed. You stopped crawling once you were fully over him. “Oh father… help me for I have sinned.” You said in a mocking tone, a shiver ran down his back once again as he let out a shaky breath, feeling your sharp fingernails trail down his chest, and stopping at the waistband of his sweats tugging at the band slightly.

—

Like fire

Hellfire

—

Finally coming to his senses, (much to your dismay) he finally pushes off you. Landing on the floor to the left side of the bed, with a small “oof” as he quickly scrambled to the over side of the bed in or to create distant between the two of you.

“Get out.” Miguel growled as he readjusted his sweats. You didn’t respond, rather, you brought your hand up to move some hair that had gotten into your face as you slowly walked around the bed and towards him. You looked how you always did when you would visit him. You could even be mistaken for a human if it weren’t for the horns, the wings and the long nails.

“Don’t act like that now, father. Aren’t you tired of this little game we play every night?” You asked with a head tilt, continuing to walk towards him as you spoke, your sentence coming out slow and drawn out, your tone nothing but pure seduction. Miguel closes his eyes as if they would deafen your words. Every step you take forward, he takes one back, before the back of his knees eventually hits the back of his bedside table, his hands going behind him to help stabilize himself to keep from falling back on top of it. “You pretend you don’t enjoy this-“

“I don’t.”

“Oh yeah?”

“It’s the truth.”

“Then why, pray tell, are you hard, father?” You smirked as you spoke., eyes drifting down to a very visible bulge in his sweats. “Have I finally done my job? Will this be the night you fall victim to temptation?” You said in a surprised, yet smug tone. Miguel felt his face burn up, a hand going behind him in search of something. “I will say, you do look quite handsome on your knees. I can give you something so much better to worship than God. You just have to give in to me, give in, father. Give in. Give in. Give in. Give. In.” You chant those two words like a mantra, your eyes begin to glow as you got closer, you were at arms length now. Your steps and words came to a sudden halt.

—

This fire in my skin

This burning desire

Is turning me to sin

—

Your eyes narrowed at the rosary Miguel was holding up in front of you in an attempt to protect himself from you.

“That’s not a very nice way to treat your guest.”

“You’re lucky I don’t banish you back to hell where you belong.” His words make you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Oh please, you would never. You and I both know that. Now put that thing down so I can corrupt my favorite human.” You attempted to move closer, only for him to double down. “Tell me Miguel, if you were really gonna ‘banish’ me or whatever. Why haven’t you done so already? I’ve been coming to you for a few weeks now? If you really wanted to get rid of me for good, you would have done so already. You’re a priest for god’s sake-“

“Don’t you dare use the Lord’s name in vain.”

“I’m a demon.” You deadpanned.

He hated to admit that you were right, he hated that he knew that you were. He’s surprised that you haven’t gotten bored in this game of cat and mouse yet. Every night you would appear in his room at the sametime, attempting to seduce him while he spat empty threats at you. Why hasn't he just gotten rid of you yet? It’s not like he doesn’t have the power to do so or the equipment. Maybe he was going insane, maybe he was losing it, or maybe…

No. He couldn’t.

He can’t just throw away his whole life’s work just because a demon who happened to be conventional pretty keeps pestering every night. He couldn’t allow himself to give in to temptation. He wouldn’t allow himself to be corrupted by your glowing eyes that seem like they could stare into his soul forever, or your sultry voice that made his heart skip a beat, your plump lips that would pull up into a smirk whenever you’d question him, how the say you would tilt your head made him weak in the knees- oh how he wish he could worship your body on his knees like you were a goddess- no, fuck.

“Get out.” Miguel repeated, his voice becoming tighter, his knuckles turning white. He takes a step forward, you take one back and frown. “Get. Out!”

He blinks, you're gone.

—

It's not my fault (mea culpa)

I'm not to blame (mea culpa)

It is the gypsy girl the witch who sent this flame (mea maxima culpa)

—

It’s been a few weeks since your last visit, much to Miguel’s surprise. He should be relieved, he should be thanking the heavens up above that he was finally able to extract such a vile presence from his life, he doesn’t feel a pit in his stomach when he enters his own home anymore, it doesn’t feel like the temperature in his room is 20 degrees colder than it is in the hallway leading into it anymore, he doesn’t feel like like there’s this constant ghost lingering over his shoulder anymore. So why wasn't he at peace?

Your lack of presence was almost just as unbearable. In a twisted way, he became accustomed to it. Maybe this was another of your tricks, attempting to perform classic conditioning on him. Get him used to you by the constant attention from your nightly visits, butter him up despite his protest, making his body burn up with the way your touch lingers on his body too long, the way his eyes always drop to your mouth when you lick your lips, the way the word father would leave your lips in a way that made it sound like you’ve just sinned and he was the only one who could help you reach eternal salvation again, just to pull it all away from him within a snap of a finger to see how long it would take for him to crumble. You were Pavlov, and Miguel was just the dog whose mouth started to water at the sound of a bell.

The church was empty besides himself, he was kneeling before the crucifix that was placed next to the portrait of the Virgin Mary, eyes closed, his hands folded together in a fist as he he dips his head down, nose touching his hands as he silently prayed for forgiveness for allowing you to slowly chip away at his self-restraint. He heard the large front door open, he didn’t open his eyes but his head came up as he spoke.

“I’m sorry my child, the church is closed.”

“I needed to see you though, father.”

Miguel’s eyes snapped open. He knew that voice all too well.

—

It's not my fault (mea culpa)

If in God's plan (mea culpa)

He made the Devil so much stronger than a man (mea maxima culpa)

—

“How-“ Miguel was stunned, not only have you reappeared after weeks, you were also standing inside of a church, his church. You looked so beautiful, you looked like an actual human, your nails, although still sharp and point looked more like acrylics rather then claws, you weren’t dawning your bat-like wings and your horns weren’t poking out of your hair, if Miguel had passed by you on the street, he’d be none the wiser. It only made him crack more, imagining what it would be like in a different world where there wasn’t shame and taboo keeping him away from you. Where you aren’t a soulless, heartless creature. “How’s you get in here?” He finally got the question out, his eyes narrowed into slits as he took a step back, almost fumbling his footing and tripping.

“We can enter churches if we find a weak point.” You stated as you made your way towards him, Miguel’s eyes dropped instantly to your hips, how they swayed with each step you take, his mouth went dry and he instinctively licked his lips. “I wonder what that weak point is?” You teased as you stopped in front of him, your lips pulling up into a smirk.

—

Protect me, Maria

Don't let this siren cast her spell

Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone

Destroy Esmeralda

And let her taste the fires of hell

Or else let her be mine and mine alone

—

He don’t know how it happened, one minute he was standing face to face in front of you, then the next, you both were in his office in the back of the church, you were sitting on top of his desk as he kneeled in front of you, his rough hands wondering and running around your legs, and he planted soft light kisses all over them. In between each one, he’d whispered a small pile of forgiveness from God, but he couldn’t stop himself anymore.

—

Hellfire

Darkfire

Now gypsy, it's your turn

Choose me or your pyre

Be mine or you will burn

—

“You never told me your name…” Miguel mumbled into your skin, his face buried against your inner thigh as he looked up at you.

“You wouldn’t be able to pronounce my actual name. Just… call me (Y/N).” You cooed as you ran a hand through his hair, before bringing it down to his cheek. Miguel leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. He was completely and utterly yours now.

“(Y/N)…” He whispered the name like a prayer.

—

Kyrie eleison

God have mercy on her

Kyrie eleison

God have mercy on me

Kyrie eleison

But she will be mine

Or she will burn

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘WILDFLOWER AND BARLEY,

-GOTHAM!EDWARD NYGMA X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Sometimes you don’t think you deserve him….other times, you think it’s for the best that you stay.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!riddler x female reader. SMUT AND ANGST!! reader is toxic, but eddie is too, so its ok. eddy being vanilla but also strangely dominant. guys this fic is FILTHY. also,, part 3 to gotham characters eating you out. takes place with like season 2 eddy, post kringle. Did i write a fic inspired by a Hozier song that isn’t even released yet? yes. readers taking advantage of eddy. but also, eddy is more than willing to give. kind of a character study. im so sorry if i made reader too mean ive had this idea for a week😭

fic requested by @clementine-writes-things <3

♫ “My coffee black in my bed at 3 / You’re too sweet for me. You’re too sweet for me.” Wildflower and Barley by Hozier

You’d fucked up, majorly.

God, what were you thinking?

Edward Nygma, the quirky forensics guy. The loon, as your fellow officers eloquently put it. And you didn’t necessarily disagree. He was certainly a peculiar fellow. He had always a thing for…what was her name? Kristen Kringle. That was it. You’d been working with him for years, watching him moon after her. You could…understand the appeal, you guessed. She had a sexy sixties librarian type of thing going for her. She kept to herself. Maybe you should’ve done the same. She’d dissapeared a few weeks ago.

You somehow landed yourself in the bed of Edward Nygma. You’d been hooking up…For the past two weeks in a row. No judgement, yeah?

It started as a joke. You and the other officers, chatting with beers and obnoxious comments towards the other tools in the GCPD. Jim Gordon…Harvey Bullock. The way the men couldn’t seem to keep their mouthes shut, especially Jim.

Well, you’d gotten plenty tipsy, staying after work. You pummled those beers back like it was your last night alive. And hell, living in gotham? As an officer? It very well could be.

They were all drunk and laughing out of their minds. Anything anyone said seemed overly funny. Especially when one of your fellow cops brought up the name, “Nygma” like the name was it’s own disease.

“You think Y/N could sleep with him?”

“Yeah, Y/N, go fuck the loon. I wonder what it’s like.”

“You think he says riddles when hes cumming?”

“Whats long, hard, and has ‘cum’ in the middle?”

The numerous voices of your “friends” rung out, and in the moment, drunk out if your mind, you too thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

“I could do it.” You affirmed, alcohol giving you the liquid courage you wouldn’t typically have. After the “oooooo”ing from some of your coworkers, you decided, fuck it. Edward was tall, had nice cheekbones, and was smart. You could do worse than a one night stand.

So you confidently marched into that forensics room, high on the dare the other cops had given you.

You found him, looking into one of the forensics mirrors. He was muttering to himself and you snorted. Weirdo. Oh well.

He pushed up his glasses when you two made eye contact. He was sweating, for some reason, in that lanky labcoat and rubber-gloved hands. He stood up straight and went rigid when he saw you.

“Ms. L/N-“ He was about to question, when you rammed your lips onto his. You remember it like yesterday- how hesitant he was. The way he parted for air, breathing wildly at you. He kept trying to ask questions the whole time you were eagerly undressing him. But he didn’t seem to mind your fowardness.

Well, just your luck, that one night stand was the best fuck of your life. The way his cock fitted perfectly into your body, like it was made for your cunt alone. You two fucked on the forensics cabinets, your coworkers in the next room over, and it was exhilarating. Especially when the usually reserved Ed got unusually rough, pulling your hair and smacking your ass just right.

By the time you two were done…you were fucked out of your mind. Pleasantly surprised.

Since then, you hadn’t been able to get away. You told the cops it was vanilla, and reveled in their dismay. But…you came back for seconds. And then thirds. And then fourths. And then you couldn’t remember the last time you woke up in your own bed.

And just as if you were Kristen…he started following you. Your coworkers snickered. You’d see homemade cupcakes left on your desk. You’d catch him staring at you from the other side of the precint. You writhed under his gaze. For a man with not much expirence, he was obnoxiously good at sex. And he was even more obnoxiously good at not understanding the meaning of coworkers with benefits, and not a relationship.

But…mornings like these? You can’t complain.

Taking yourself back to the present, you awoke in his bed. The sunlight of the open windows bled through your eyelids, and you felt yourself smack your lips. You blinked yourself awake, same as you always did. You shifted underneath the covers, which had been neatly adjusted over you. It was infuriatingly comfortable. You let a yawn escape your lips.

“Ah, good! You’re awake!” You heard his voice chime, far off in the kitchen. You looked up, seeing his tall frame. He stared at you adoringly, and you felt your heart pang.

He carried a tray of coffee and breakfast. You sat up. It was the usual morning routine. He made the most exquisite breakfasts for you.

“A necessity to some, a treasure to many. I’m best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot, some like me cold. Some prefer me mild, others prefer me bold. What am I?” He spoke the riddle quickly.

You blinked at him, tired. You shrugged nonchalantly.

He made his way over to you, swiftly and delicatley placing the tray in your lap.

“Coffee.” He looked a bit dissapointed at your lack of answer, but brightened back up instantly. “Almost black, not quite. 1 Sugar. No cream. Just how you like it.” He noted, and it was in this moment, you felt the weight of your actions. He’d memorized everything about you. Whatever records you liked, he’d play softly. He’d learned your favorite flavor cupcake, and how you took your coffee. Gods, he’d even bought the brand of toothpaste you had at your house, so it was familiar brushing your teeth in the morning.

You squinted, adjusting yourself to the sunlight of the room. Golden. You felt the weight of the tray, and met his gaze. God, it was intense. The way his big, puppy dog like eyes harrowed in on you. Like you were the world.

He was practically wagging his tail, watching you take a slow sip of coffee. He wanted praise, as though perfected it, finally.

He was too sweet for you. You didn’t deserve any of this. But selfishly…you couldn’t resist.

You gave him a small nod in approval, letting the liquid glide down your throat. Damn it, The coffee was perfect.

He positioned himself next to you on the bed, sitting, legs crossed. He looked at you almost creepily, eyes never leaving as you finished your breakfast and coffee. You didn’t say a word to him, but you did listen to him ramble quite a bit. Every now and then he’d ask a casual question, and you’d stay silent, or give him a one worded answer. You’d see his smile falter, but he’d continue.

When you were done, he’d grab the tray from your hands. You let him do the work for you. You liked his bed. He came back, eyes big and bright. He sat once more, looking at you expectantly. You furrowed your brows.

“…What?”

He shrugged, giving a slightly nervous, manic giggle. You cringed a bit, but faltered when you felt his fingertips glide across your thigh.

Oh. Thats what.

“…We have work in an hour.” You replied. The mantra played in your head. You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve him. You felt guilty.

“I’ll be quick.” He affirmed, peeling the covers back. Oh, fuck it. Who were you to deny him?

He didn’t lie, he was fast. The covers exposed your skin, still undressed from the previous night. You felt the cool air on your thighs and pussy, and couldn’t help it. You caved.

In an instant, he was worshipping your legs, working his way up. He kept eye contact with you, laying gentle bites and pecks into the plush of your skin.

He kissed his way up, tonguing the bite marks he left in his wake. You shivered when his lips hovered over your pussy. He wasted no time. No, he didn’t tease you, he needed to please you as quickly as he could. It was a need for him.

His tongue came into contact with your pussy lips, and you shivered. Instinctivley, you threaded your hands through his morning messy hair, and shoved his face into you. He reciprocated instantly, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good. He licked up and down, tongue flicking gently on your cute little pearl of a clit.

He circles it and taps it with his tongue, saliva dripping and mixing with your juices. His movements are quick and calculated, and he indulges you, body and soul. He hums in pleasure when you arch your back up into him uncontrollably. It’s almost uncharacteristic- the way he switches from being so soft and gentle, to practically making out with your pussy. You feel his fingers dig into your thighs, like he’s a whole different person when he’s mouth fucking you.

Your moaning and shaking, saying his name over and over. Somehow, your getting off to this. To the idea you don’t deserve him. That he’s such a nicer, better, smarter person than you. And although he doesn’t vocalize it, you wonder if he strangely shares the sentiment.

It’s almost like he knows. Like he’s self-aware- of all your selfish thoughts. Like this, him eating you out, him on his knees for you, making you breakfast in bed- is some sort of revenge.

He knows what he’s doing. He’s making you feel awful, guilty for your mistreatment of him- by giving you more and more of him. And you find yourself cumming in his mouth at the thought.

He greedily laps at your swollen clit, overstimulating you. You let out a loud yelp, and he keeps going, only for a few more seconds.

It’s weird. He’s weird. But as you sober up from your orgasm, shaking underneath him, you brush those strange thoughts from your head.

You look into his gentle eyes again, watching him ramble off apologies. You two will most definitely be late to work. You scold yourself. Why would you think such an odd thing? No, he’s a complete sweetheart. Not a degrading bone in his body. You think.

Yet…you still feel the bruises forming on your thighs. And the burning guilt of using him.

You left his aparment in a hurry, driving yourself insane. You seem to convice yourself it was a weird orgasm thought, maybe you’re more kinky than you thought; for some pseudo pyschological self degradtion.

You go to the precint, just as you do every other day. The work is effectively still just as boring and your peers are still just as insufferable.

You’re given a few files by some mysoginistic cop you haven’t aquainted yourself with, who obviously assumed you were the new record keeper. You snort, but decide to take it. You browse over the files, snooping. They are forensic files, and your heart drops. Ah. You’ll have to give these to him.

You enter the forensic room without knocking- at least, you’re about to. But you hear him mumbling to himself, and decide to listen in for a moment. Curiosity getting the best of you.

“You’re too good to her.” You hear him argue with…himself? “You need to show her whose in charge.”

“I am!” He retaliates to his own voice.

“By making her coffee?” He snarls, and your brows furrow. He smashes a file cabinet closed loudly. You jump.

“Yes!” Ed’s voice growls out, fed up. “If you were smart enough to understand-“ He begins, and you’ve heard enough. You enter the room.

Ed looks at you bewildered, and you look at the same. He’s sweating, and his hair is in dissaray. You two make eyecontact and you grimace. What the hell?

You hardly register what he was actually saying, and more that he was having a seemingly very heated conversation with himself. You watch him fumble with his glasses.

“…Ed?” You question, and he snaps.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is quick and sharp. Thats uncharacteristic. You wince.

“Uh, files.” You nod to the papers in your hands, and he blinks, standing up straight. He clears his throat.

“Right.” He recovers, quickly. You narrow your eyes at him, and hum, giving them to him. He’s about to speak, but you rush yourself out of the room, heart pounding.

He is weird. He is a freak. You chime. Your coworkers have been right.

Any shred of pity you had for him has dwindled significantly, and you mull it over in your mind.

Maybe you do deserve eachother, You think. You’re the best he’s going to get.

[annoyingcinephile]

SPOILERS FOR THE FNAF MOVIE!!

I just got home from seeing the fnaf movie and I'm basically gonna unload everything I thought of it.. bear in mind it's just my opinion (haha get it cause.. bear. freddy fa- *gunshot*)

it wasn't bad!!!! we won 🎉🎉 it was literally so good and completely worth my five year wait

now obviously it wasn't a perfect film, there were definitely moments where I was like hmmmm.... really???... but other than that it had pretty much everything I ever wanted out of a fnaf movie

speaking of hm really moments.. matpat? in MY fnaf movie??? it's more likely than you think. he literally said it's just a theory. I'm not mad that he's in it I do love that he got that opportunity but did you really have to make him say it? it was kinda funny tho... I'll give them that

we're sooo back william girlies HE'S NOT JUST STEVE RAGLAN 🙏 I was so right

I wasn't right about mike being an afton but do I care? no. at least they're still connected in some way

however.. vanessa? is william's daughter? really didn't see that one coming and idk how to feel about it. I know there were theories here and there from sb that vanessa is his niece or grand daughter or smth, but still

ok now I wanna talk about the positives.. there are way more positives than negatives obvi yay

i LOVED the ending. that last shot of william squirming around on the floor in the spring bonnie suit while the spirit was watching... I was gagged

I have to talk about the scene of mike in will's office when they meet for the first time cause that was kind of insane... the way he paused in the middle of saying mike's name I was like oooooo 🤭🤭 and ngl when he stood up bro I almost moaned matthew lillard is so fine fr. speaking of, matthew was absolutely my favourite part. he had the least screen time but he stole the whole spotlight, he was THE best choice and I stand by that

mike's dream sequences were so cool and interesting I loved how much the spirits were involved with the story and how they got to interact with mike

yk that scene where abby, mike and vanessa were making the fort with the animatronics.. I know for a fact that people are gonna complain about that and say that it was cringey and unnecessary but you kinda have to understand... they're still kids. yeah they're not alive, but they're not just animatronics either. it was a bit nice to see them be like that with the main characters. and when abby handed bonnie that little heart I was just 😭😭😭 that was so cute

the. the fucking. scene with max?? getting her whole body split in half.. woah I was speechless it was so cool. plus a reference to the bite of 83 kind of? so good

I'll definitely have some more thoughts once I go see it again cause trust i WILL be seeing it as many times as I can idc

[mykneeshurt]

Telling the 141 boys + Alejandro and Rudy middle in a mission their pregnant? :0

Oooooo!!! They’d all shit their pants lmao, this is written as if they’re happy their SO is pregnant. This is a wanted pregnancy.

Warnings - pet names, gender neutral reader (as always if anything needs tweaking please make me aware!)

Price 🥃

‘John, I’m pregnant.’

Price would be overjoyed! Ecstatic even. He’s rush to you and bring you into a never ending hug but reality would soon slap him round the face. You were in the middle of a mission, with no exfil for days.

You thought you’d seen him protective before, but this is a whole other level. He’d be all over you, watching every move you make like a Hawk with its eye on its prey. Ready to jump in as soon as he had to.

He’d be on the phone to his superiors as soon as he could to get you back home, so he could have peace of mind you were safe.

Soap 🧼

‘Hey Johnny, I’ve got a surprise for you’ you smile handing over the positive test.

Soap would be beside himself with worry, he’d be so happy but the anxiety would over take that instantly. He’d be physically unable to keep his hands off your abdomen, roaming hands, little kisses on top of the wee one inside you.

He’d be in Prices office as fast as his legs could carry him telling him. Pleading for you to be taken back to base/home, anywhere away from the mission. He’d text you cute names for the baby he’d thought of, as well as links to furniture he’d found online.

He’d get to work straight away on mentally planning how the nursery would look, he’d wanna make the crib himself.

Ghost 💀

‘Simon? I need you to sit down, I’ve got some news. I’m pregnant.’

Ghost would pull you into a passionate embrace, hold his forehead against yours smiling under his mask. Deep down he would be petrified, he wouldn’t want his child to experience anything he had growing up.

He’d start to put a lot of pressure on himself to be the best dad, even before the baby was born. He’d throw himself into baby books, pregnancy books, buying them online ready to read for when he gets home.

He’d be protective but ask you what you wanted to do, knowing you were damn good at your job. He’d prefer if you went home but would respect you if you wanted to stay. He’d just be your personal bodyguard. Where you go he’s go.

Gaz 🇬🇧

‘Gaz! I’m pregnant.’

Gaz would be so happy, he’d turn low key manic at the thought of being a dad. He’d fuss over you no end, making sure you had enough to drink, to eat, we’re getting enough rest.

Gaz would also prefer you to leave the mission but would be supportive if you wanted to stay. He’d love waking up with his hands around your stomach, knowing his baby was growing inside of you.

He’d be too distracted on the mission, constantly needing to refocus himself on what he was meant to be doing. Instead daydreaming about waking up with you and the baby, Sunday papers, coffee and shitty daytime tv.

Alejandro 🌹

‘Alejandro! Look at this!’ You’d shout running the positive test to him.

He would pick you up spinning you round while kissing you. So so happy at the news of him being a father. But he’d have a very long and serious conversation with you. He’d want you to leave the mission, to be safe so he could focus. He wouldn’t be able to concentrate if he knew you were in the field.

Alejandro wouldn’t be able to keep his lips off you, kissing your face, neck, hands and especially your stomach. He’d whisper words of affection onto your stomach, wanting the growing baby to know how loved they already were.

Rudy ❤️

‘RUDY IM PREGNANT!’

Rudy would be shocked, it wasn’t that he wasn’t happy, he was. It just happened at the wrong time, like pregnancy likes to do. He’d shed a few tears of joy after getting over the initial shock. Kissing you all over and hugging you tightly.

Rudy would ask for you to be put on light duties/admin straight away, he’d be too worried if you were in the heart of chaos. He knew you could look after yourself but the thought of something happening to you scared him too much.

He’s want to name the baby after his father if it was a boy and after his grandmother if it was a girl. He’d tell you all his plans of wanting to build the baby furniture from scratch, and hanging the mobile that his grandmother made for him.

He’d tend to your every need, nothing would be too much for him.

[toasttt11]

back to back

April 8, 2024

Octavia stayed in the hotel lobby waiting for her twin to pick her up to spend the night with Jack and Luke.

She got a text from Luke that he was here and she picked up her duffle bag and slipping her back pack onto her shoulders, she walked out of the front door smiling seeing Luke leaning against the car, she quickly walked over dropping her duffle bag onto the floor pulling Luke into a tight hug. Luke wrapped his arms around his twin sister tightly swaying slighty.

“Hi Win!” Luke smiled kissing the side of her head.

“Hi Lucky.” Octavia smiled relaxing into the hug, the two hugged goodbye other for a good few minutes before reluctantly letting go, Luke grabbed her and and set it in the back seat letting Octavia jump in the passenger seat.

The two chatted for the whole car ride to Luke and Jack’s apartment before they parked the car and headed up to the apartment.

Luke unlocked the apartment door letting them in seeing Nico and Jack on the couch watching a game, they both looked up hearing the door open.

Jack smiled and slowly jumped off the couch quickly walking over to them gently pulling Octavia into a hug having not seen her in almost two months, “Hi Moony.”

Octavia smiled very slightly hugging her brother back before pulling away, “Hey Rowdy. You’re not playing tomorrow?” Octavia questioned as she knew his shoulder has not been getting any better and has been waiting to have surgery, Luke said they were planning it soon.

“No, we’ve decided i’m heading out tomorrow to Colorado and the day after i’m getting the surgery.” Jack grimly told his sister, he hates that he missed playing against Quinn once and now would miss two games against his sister but he was glad he was finally going to get his shoulder fixed.

Octavia nodded and gently pulled him back into another hug before letting go and Octavia looked over waving softly at Nico, Nico smiled waving back.

“Alright she my twin.” Luke grumped throwing his arm over Octavia, Jack just fondly rolled his eyes knowing Luke has just missed his twin and wanted to spend time with her.

Luke led his two down the hallway to his room letting her put her bags down and Luke jumped onto his bed and patted the spot next to him, Octavia slid her shoes off and sat on the spot laying her head on Luke’s shoulder, as they began to talk about everything for the next hour.

Octavia felt her phone buzz and she pulled it out her pocket knowing she only gets notifications from certain people, she softly smiled seeing a text from Simon.

Luke smirked seeing the sappy look on her face and read the text rasing an eyebrow, “Oooooo!” Luke seemed to want Simon and Octavia to get together more now as he relized Simon is his teammate. Luke has also been teasing her more once he found out Simon was his teammate.

Octavia just rolled her eyes at her brother, “Really L-“She was cut off from Jack yelling there names.

Octavia and Luke shared a rolling eye look but walked out of his room to the living room and kitchen, Octavia saw Jack pulling out ingredients and saw chopped up vegetables on a cutting board, “Are you guys hungry?” Jack looked at his twin siblings, Nico having left a few minutes ago.

“Always.” Luke shrugged.

“It’s not broccoli is it.” Octavia smirked slightly towards Jack, who just stuck his middle finger at his sister making her snicker slightly, “Yeah i could eat.” Octavia nodded, sitting in the bar stool with Luke sliding in the seat next to her as Jack finished up dinner.

Octavia replied to Simon’s texts while Luke pulled out his phone.

A few minutes later Jack was done and the twins got up and plated the food, Jack made chicken rice bowls with different vegetables.

The three all started eating talking about anything, Octavia and Luke thanked Jack and cleaned up the plates and washed the dishes for him while Jack picked out a movie for them to watch for the rest of the night.

Jack looked over on the other side of the couch and couldn’t help but smile seeing the twins all cuddled up and fast asleep.

Jack felt terrible for them knowing how much the two have always hated being separated and he had a feeling that Octavia was having a harder time then Luke has been having, Octavia moving to new a city alone and away from her twin at least Luke moved in with Jack and had some family with him.

Jack knew Luke has been taking it terrible as many nights Jack will find Luke asleep with tears on his face and Luke seems to hate sharing a seat with anyone on the bus so use to always sitting with his twin and Jack noticed that Luke will look to his side a lot like he is expecting Octavia to be there. Jack hoped one day the twins would be able to be on the same team again.

April 9, 2024

Octavia hugged Jack tighter than she usally does, “It will go well.” Octavia mumbled reassuring knowing Jack is stressed about his surgery happening really soon.

“Thanks Moons.” Jack appreciated the comfort from his baby sister something she doesn’t give often.

Octavia stepped back and let Luke walk over and hug Jack tightly as well before they watched Jack pick up his duffle bag wave at them and head out of the apartment.

Jack was heading to Colorado for his shoulder surgery.

“Come on you have practice.” Octavia pushed Luke towards his shoes and they headed out of the apartment

Octavia didn’t have practice with her team but Luke did so she decided to join and sit in the stands.

“You’ll be okay?” Luke looked worried at his twin sister as they walked down the hallway towards the locker room.

“I’ll be fine Lucky.” Octavia softly reassured him and gently pushed him to his locker room and waved softly before continuing walking down the hallway until she got to the ice and she sat at the top of the seat section.

Octavia pulled out her headphones and sketchbook and started drawing while listening to her music.

She was so focused she did not realize the Devils were already on the ice and practicing until she felt a pair of eyes on her and she looked up seeing Simon staring at her with a soft smile.

Octavia waved and watched as Simon quickly waved back before Luke bumped into and he must of said something because Simon was suddenly bright red and Octavia smiled slighty seeing them interact.

Octavia stayed drawing until she saw the team getting off the ice having finished practice and heading back down the ice.

Octavia headed back to the locker room and leaned on a wall near the entrance to the room.

Simon was one of the first to come out of the locker room after practice and perked up seeing Octavia waiting outside the room he walked right over to her.

“Hi Octavia.” Simon soflty greeted smiling happily at her.

“Hi Si.” Octavia softly greeted back and willingly let him pull her into a soft hug, she held on a little tighter having missed Simon not that she would admit to anyone before reluctantly pulling away.

Luke walked out a few minutes after Simon and found Simon and Octavia chatting and both of them smiling as they looked at each other and standing pretty close to each other.

Luke couldn’t wait until they finally get together.

He walked over to them making them stop the conversation and turn to him.

“Bye Si.” Octavia mumbled and bit her lip and decided to lean up and press a gentle kiss to Simon’s cheek before quickly walking away with Luke following her.

Simon blinked owlishly blushing bright red as he brought his hand up to his cheek beaming as he watched her walk away.

The Maple Leafs beat the New Jersey Devils that night 5-2. Octavia had one goal and one assist.

April 11, 2024

Octavia and Luke have thoroughly enjoyed the last few days being able to spend quite a lot of time together, it was fun for them to spend a night together in both of their apartments.

Luke was actually kinda excited the season was ending for him because he would been able to spend more time with his sister, and if the Leafs get out of the playoffs Octavia told Luke she would join him at Worlds and Luke was really excited by that possibility.

The second game of the Devils and Leafs back to back games was alot closer than the first and the score let going back and forth.

Octavia turned around in the ice at the sound of whistle being blown and saw Max and Simon getting into a fight and she raised an eyebrow having not seen Simon drop his gloves yet, she let out a little chuckle as she had eye contact with Simon as he was guided to the penalty box and he just smirked at her.

Octavia shook her head pursing her lips not wanting to admit how hot that was, even if he did not fight that well.

Matthew scrunched up his nose in disgust seeing Octavia staring at her lover boy, something he never wanted to see.

Octavia had an amazing game getting two goals but it was not enough and the Leafs still lost 5-6 to the Devils.

Octavia and Luke saying goodbye this time wasn’t as sad as usual because they knew they would be seeing each other very soon and then would have the whole summer together.

[starryluminary]

hi, sorry, love your au! its really. really good, and i admire the fact that you have drawn a whole comic, especially one so good, thats incredible!

don't know if this has been asked before or if you have answered this already, but how does the afterparty (I don't remember the name exactly, but the eliminated contestants plus the contestants that didn't get in) feel about this whole situation between cody, noah and sierra, are they being being stupid like duncan or mean and malicious like alejandro, are they on noahs and codys side or sierras? how do the rest of team e-scope feel about it (eva and izzy), are they ready to fight sierra for hurting noah and cody?

also, how do their families? specifically noahs, since codys mother and father are implied to be neglectful and likely wouldn't care to watch a show their son was on and I don't know if its the same in your au, sierras we don't know (I can't remember if we ever met her family members), and noah we know to have 8 sisters and a mom and since noahs like. the baby - I think their reactions are going to be very interesting if they are even established at all

sorry, that's a lot. thank you for making your comic. it's kind of fascinating seeing how things progress over time in this new narrative and how different things are from canon. you're doing a great job. - 🍓 anon

Oooooo this is a long one! Uuuhhh let's go one block of text at a time

Thank you so much!! I'm really glad you like my au!! It always wows me that this impulsive decision I made turned into something people really like and even anticipate. That's so cool

This ask actually made me pause and seriously think about the Peanut Gallery. So I made a bullet list of all the contestants in the Peanut Gallery and their (mostly) individual opinions on the situation. I'll let you decide if they're stupid or not

Katie and Sadie: Sympathize with Sierra. All she is is a girl in love, who's Noah to ruin that?! Like, soooo not cool!

DJ: Doesn't sympathize with Sierra, but doesn't agree with how noco kissed without setting her straight. Isn't really on anyone's side.

Leshawna: Does not like Sierra's persistence. Completely understands Noah and Cody doing what they do behind her back.

Harold: Compelled to agree with Leshawna. Also likes Cody, therefore feels bad he has to deal with Sierra. He's happy Noah makes him happy.

Beth: Thinks Noco's "forbidden love" situation is super sweet and sappy. She's on their side.

Justin: Cannot fathom why Cody would want to be with Noah when Sierra is so much prettier and treats him like a God. Also doesn't like Noah in general.

Trent: Is happy Cody's happy with Noah, but feels bad Sierra's heartbroken, regardless of what she's done. Mostly neutral.

Izzy: Noticed Noah had a crush during her time on the game, but only found out it was on Cody when she watched the London episode. She's proud he went after who he wanted. Got a pit in her stomach when Sierra attacked Noah in Greece.

Eva: Finds the whole situation incredibly stupid. Cannot understand how love makes Sierra so obsessed. Would maim her if she had the chance. Someone put them in the ring, actually.

Lindsay: Is not paying attention. Sees Tyler is friends with Noah (more on that later) so she likes Noah too!

Gwen: Made friends with Cody in the first half of the season and helped him out with his feelings for Noah where she could. Understands Sierra's insane and feels bad for Cody.

Owen: Feels awful about ever doubting Noah after watching Alejandro try to manipulate Cody by flirting with Noah. Plans to apologize to Noah as soon as he sees him again.

Now about their families (which I also had not thought too much about before this ask). They're on a scale to me. Cody's parents are on the "Not watching the show at all" extreme of the scale, Sierra's mom (cause I don't think she has a dad?) is on the "Obsessively watching the show" extreme of the scale, and Noah's family is somewhere in the middle, tuning in and out. Cody will come home, have his parents ask "How was the trip?", he'll answer an empty "fine" and they'll move on. Sierra's mom is loudly cheering her daughter on, cause she knows if she was there instead of her daughter, she'd be doing the same thing to Chris. She's proud of her for going after Cody and has an unhealthy hatred for Noah for getting in the way. For the first half of the season, Noah's family would watch the episodes as they aired if they could catch them. Most of them were there for London though. After that they started putting in more effort to catch the episodes. His parents are mostly worried for his well being, but his siblings are mostly cheering for him and Cody with every episode. They're gonna jump him (with affection) when he gets home.

You don't have to apologize Strawberry. (Can I call you Strawberry?) I'm always happy to receive asks about this au! And I'm glad you're having your fun with it. It's what I strive for. The fun

[the-s1lly-corner]

May I please request a Caine x reader who changes colors depending on their mood? Like red for angry, blue for sad, and so on? Thank you, no pressure!

Caine x reader who changes colors based on emotion!

oooooo i love this idea! in an odd way it kind of reminds me of an old oc i used to have; though instead of changing colors they would glow brighter! brightness changing depending on their mood!! love ocs like this eueueueueuue also i saw the request you sent in after this and dont worry about sending too many in! inbox is a little dry right now so no harm in sending in other stuff right now + its just one other request !

oh i just know hes going to bring it up and lightly tease you every now and then, especially if you guys are together....

honestly i can see him naming the specific color you turn into in real time, which might in turn make you flustered and turn into a deeper and deeper shade of pink.... of which he will name of course

oftentimes compliments how you look with a given color, regardless of if its a "negative" color or not... which can either make you feel worse or better, i think it depends on whats going on and how youre feeling that day!

honestly he loves it a lot, it lets you express yourself in such a unique way, and in a weird way i think he might be a little jealous... i mean yeah sure for a pair of teeth and eyes hes rather expressive, but sometimes the faces and feelings he makes can get lost in translation, and you just... changing color is so much simpler...

shrugs

sometimes changes the color of his suit to match and/or compliment what color you are today!

so for example, youre yellow because youre happy, hes going to change his suit to blue! will change his suit to match with you if you turn pink from him trying to match with you... hmm...

oh he WILL make light hearted jokes about it. like if youve gone blue hes definitely going to ask "whats got you so blue?" or something, you know common sayings where you say someone looks like a color when they are showing off a real intense emotions... sayings like that!

does use it as a good indicator of how youre feeling, so if youre showing off a color associated with anger or sadness, or something in the middle, hes probably going to set something up to cheer you up.... from little surprise dates to making a little show for you, hes going to try his best to make sure you change to one of your happier colors!

[secondgenerationnerd]

Little fic or headcannons of how much lian and roy are alike please and thank you

Oooooo imma do a fic! Someone mentioned this again and I’ve been thinking about it!

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When possible, the parents of Omega Squad like to get together for a ‘normal day’ with their kids. Well, as normal as their lives got. They rotated who hosted and who provided what food. Their kids enjoyed spending time with their parents….likely because some of them acted like they weren’t grown ass adults with teenage children.

“Is Jade on her way?” Linda asks Roy, swatting her husband’s hand away from the cake.

Roy nods, grinning at her phone, “Yeah, she is. Li’s been antsy all day about it. Not that she’d let me see it.”

Dick fakes a gasp, “A Harper avoiding showing their feelings? Say it isn’t so, Wallace!”

“I’m afraid it’s true, Richard.” Wally says solemnly, “When will they ever understand that being ‘too cool to care’ just keeps them apart from those who love them?”

“Hey, Bianca?” Roy calls to the beautiful woman chatting with Lois and Selina, “If I kill them, do you have to report it? Are you obligated to revive them or….?”

She glances at Dick and Wally, then back at Roy, “I’d revive one of them. Let the kids pick which one.”

Laughter fills the room as the teenagers get back from their ‘mission’ to the store. Several speedsters, two half aliens, plus growing teens means they need all the food they can get.

“Oh dear.” Jai sighs, “I think they finally lost it. I thought we had at least another week for Dad.”

“Don’t be an ass, dude,” Jon snorts, kissing his mother’s cheek as he carries most the grocery bags. “If anyone gets dementia first, it’ll be Bruce—“

More laughs and a faux glare from the Bat himself. Roy sees his daughter staring at him, “Yes, Lian Alice?”

“Ugh, you and Mom had to go with Alice for my middle name.” She rolls her eyes. “I sound like a Bridgerton character.”

“It’s a very respectable name for a little demon.” Roy says cheerfully, kissing her temple, “You can air your grievances to your mom in twenty minutes.”

To anyone who didn’t know her, the eye roll she gives her father would be disrespectful. But every adult in the room knows how anxious the topic of her mother is. It’s a simple way for her father to answer the question gnawing at her without her having to ask. Of course, her friends and boyfriend would never dare let her worry on it….even if she ‘doesn’t care’.

“Hey, Roja, did you ever try on that shirt I made?” Milagro asks, leaning against her father’s side on the couch.

“Aw fuck, I forgot, I’ll go try it on now.” She bats her eyes at Jai, teasing, “Any chance you want to help me change?”

“Jai Bartholomew,” Roy doesn’t turn back from where he’s putting the groceries away, “Make one move up those stairs and Irey becomes an only child.”

“I was going to say no, Uncle Roy, promise!” Not a single person believes the speedster with that mischievous look on his face. A few minutes after Lian disappears to her room, Roy notices how Dick and Wally look at him.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. Just funny how you seem to forget where here shamelessness comes from. “If anyone else said that about his kid, Roy would kill them. But from Dick, he takes it as the teasing it is.

“Isn’t the point of parenthood making your kids better than you?”

Wally snorts at that, “Just yesterday you said ‘as long as she doesn’t do crack, murder is a cake walk.’”

“And I’ll die on that hill, thank you, Wallace.” Roy says, rolling his eyes. “Besides, I’m not shameless.”

“Right,” Dick nods, “Remind me how old Lian was when she said she knew you and Jaybird were together?”

“That depends, Uncle Dick,” Lian appears down the stairs, “How old I was when I told them? Or when I knew?”

The shirt she’d changed into is made of a sheer, deep red material. The sleeveless cut shows off her muscular back and arms. A black band of fabric hugs her breasts, a contrast against the exposed skin. Flip her long dark ponytail, Lian holds out her arms.

“I accept compliments but prefer cash.”

“Red really is your color,” Milagro says with a laugh, getting up to check the fit of the shirt. “Not too snug anywhere?”

“Not really, but if you want to check, my safe word is ‘French toast’.”

“Lian!” Roy meant to chide his daughter, but it came out as a laugh. How many times had he said the same thing to people in this room? Milagro does tug at the fabric, holding it at different lengths to see how they look. Several old scars poke out from the top, but most of them haven’t seen that burn in the center of her back before.

“What’s that, Chiquita?” Bianca asks, motioning at an old burn on her back.

“Hmm?” Lian looks over her shoulder, “Oh! Dad, isn’t that the brand from the human traffickers?”

The room goes quiet. The kids look intrigued at the new lore while the adults seem horrified. Roy glances at it. “Oh yeah. You were little bitty when it happened. I’m shocked they didn’t let you go when you called them pussies.”

“Excuse you, old man? I was a delightful child!” She scoffs, “Easily worth a few thousand.”

Were they really joking about this? Holy shit they were. Trust the Harper’s to come in with dark humor.

“Maybe nowadays, but then? You’d have settled for a sandwich and a nap.”

“Um,” Bianca blinks at the pair, “What happened?”

“Oh some jackasses kidnapped her. They were going to sell her to some creeps I’m sure, branded her to ‘keep track of merchandise’ blah blah blah.” Roy sips his soda.

It’s Lois who asks the next question, “And when you arrived?”

Oh that smile on his. Omega has seen it on Lian so many times. It’s not the Chesire cat grin she has during a fight. It’s an easy, almost laidback smile that could put anyone at ease….if the look in his eyes wasn’t murderous.

“When I left,” Roy says, ignoring the specifics of her question, “They were still breathing. I can’t say for sure if they were when my wife left.”

[shycroissanti]

Some questions regarding your ocs :D

Would you say you have a favorite OC? Who's your oldest? And who would you say you've drawn the most?

Inspired by a mysterious Anon ask I got recently ;3

Oooooo I love asks like that!!! :D

First, I love them all equally, I love all my OCs so much!!!!!

...

I admit... Kishin and Takahiro are my favorites😔

Second, my oldest OC is Irina and Satoshi, I created Irina around the middle of last year and Satoshi too, as he would be her older brother. But at the time I had no intention of posting my drawings, so they were abandoned for a while (Irina wasn't even called Irina, her name was Izaya XP)

And third, I definitely draw Kishin, Irina and Takahiro more than the others xD

[withacapitalp]

WIP Wednesday

oooooo yay I got tagged from @hairstevington and @hbyrde36

I get to play this week it’s WIP Wednesday!! and I'm feeling good so we're reopening anons!

Time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

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My file names:

Valencrimes for Someone pt 4

HTRAJ Elvis Background

Mean Girls Trio

Argyle

Snippet from Valencrimes under the read more!

“Hey! Guess who’s here with me buying weed! Jonathan fucking Byers!” He declared, waiting a second and listening to the birds sing in reply before sighing and dropping his arms to his sides, giving Jonathan a half-hearted glare, “Who the hell do you think is going to hear me? Better yet, who the hell is gonna care?”

“Will would. Jane? My mom?” Jonathan said, listing them all out as he hugged his arms across his middle, his voice lowering to barely a whisper as he curled up on himself, “I mean what do you think would happen if they find out about this?” 

“What do you think would happen?” Eddie asked, confused by the sudden turn from anger to fear. Pretty much every single person in Hawkins knew how overprotective Joyce Byers was, but that was against people outside of the family, not inside. 

Or maybe things weren’t exactly all they seemed to be behind closed doors. 

“...I don’t know,” Jonathan admitted after a beat, three words that felt a lot bigger than just a single little sentence. 

[daddys-silly-little-gem]

Maybe for mayuri and szayel (seperately ) what are their kinks?

Kink Adventure With Mayuri and Szayel

OOOOOO!!! A kink question, eh? That's rather exciting to think about. And for such interesting characters too!! Hmmmmm, I'll see what I can do!! Thank you for the request, by the way, I'll be sure to try and write this as best as I can!!! Hopefully, I give it justice!!

MASTER LIST | SFW CONTENT

MAYURI

Mayuri is the type of man to experiment, he doesn't usually care if a patient dies or not when he can quickly get a replacement. But this wasn't exactly an experiment. It was pleasure, it was sex. However, even during sex, he likes to experiment, putting you through thick and thin situations.

He's definitely into bondage, hands down. He liked seeing you all wrapped up and presented to him, like a present. He loves seeing your soft skin pressed down and slightly puffing around the ropes. Seeing you squirm and whine if they're too tight, make him smile in glee.

Power play is another thing he's into, having you at his mercy, hearing you whine and beg when he doesn't touch you enough, or when he pinches or slaps too hard. Hearing your pained cries yet seeing you so railed up and ready for him to penetrate, just makes him drool with greed and his cock twitch.

Knife play and needle play would be another one of his kinks. Seeing you bleed from a small wound, and hearing your pained cries, it makes him feel the rush even more. The stabbing and the small cuts send a jolt to his groin.

He enjoys sticking things in your entrances, seeing how far you can stretch around something, hearing you cry out when it's too big, and watching your walls try to adjust to it, seeing the slight twitch. Makes him want to sink his cock into you and just power drive his way to the top.

Sadistic is his middle name, and pain is his way to go. He loves hearing you beg and cry for him to stop or to keep going. He's sometimes displeased when you use your safe word, but he'll never harshly fuss or complain, just a little "Ah well, maybe next time then."

He's also into polyamory, as he does still have Nemu by his side. He'll treat her much harsher than he would you, seeing as you're not as durable as she was, so what you couldn't take, she could handle. It made you feel a little sad, but he'd always reassure you. "Now, now, little rabbit. No need to be so sad, after all, you're a special pick, if you weren't I would've killed you off long ago." It was harsh, but what can you expect from the man.

Voyeurism is another thing that he's into, he'll watch as both you and Nemu pleasure each other, while he'll sit on a chair, slowly stroking himself while giving commands on what to do next. "Yes, now suckle upon her breast....yes, and you, touch her pussy and make sure to spread her lips. I wanna make sure I see everything."

The daddy thing isn't really his thing, but Pet play most defiantly is. He likes having you and Nemu both wear collars, as well as sometimes even wearing his cologne. He takes great pride in letting everyone know that he has two loyal pets. He'll sometimes make you set next to his side on a small comfy pillow and he'll pet your head like a real dog.

Breeding, he's not really into kids, but he likes pumping you and Nemu full of his seeds, wanting to see if any of you got pregnant, what would the baby look like.

Overall, he's an intense man and an even intenser lover.

SZAYEL

Szayel is a strange case, he's a gentleman on the outside, but a beast on the inside. He liked to experiment with care, as he's not used to coming across resources so easily where he comes from, so he'll hold onto his experiments with great care. But that doesn't mean that he'll treat them like fine wine.

Bondage would be a kink for him to be into. Having you at his mercy, held down to do as he pleases with you. Your cries of pleasure and pain would make his cock twitch in eagerness.

Role play would be a major in his book, he loves playing as a mortician, wanting to slice you open and pull out your organs, but he'll settle for drawing dots upon your sink, and lightly running a blade upon the lines, leaving blood in its wake. He gives a sinister smirk at the sight of it.

Knife and needle play is right up his alley, he'll prick you and will cut, making you whimper from the sudden stab or cut. Making him feel empowered.

Blood play, he likes seeing your red blood, your body trembling from the pain, trying to get away from it. Makes his cock twitch with each new moan, the taste of your blood is divine, he doesn't always do it, but some days the color would just be too inviting.

Power play, he loves the feeling of being empowered, not having such a high rank, stuns his authority in this realm, but with you, he's considered as a god.

He loves pet play, seeing you with his outfit on, or with your usual collar, he'll even go as far as to put a leash upon you and walk you around the building. Petting your head telling how good you're being for him.

Sadistic is his nature, he loves putting your body at its limits, seeing how far he can bend and bow you till you have to use your safe word. He'd be upset, but he won't complain, for his dick is more than hard enough by the point when you do.

Breeding is a thought, he knows that he could never get you pregnant but he likes to at least try, pumping you full of his seed, seeing your stomach silly enlarged from his many large loads, he'll gently caress it, imagining what could be.

Breath play, and choking you is all a part of his dominance over you, seeing you gasp for air, as he thrusts into you, watching your very life being stolen from you as he orgasms from your body naturally clenching, going into fight or flight mode.

In the end, he's a sadistic asshole, that likes to treat his things, fairly well.

MASTER LIST | SFW CONTENT

[chaosabound]

The Plot for the Iris saga or something in the Au

Yeahhh just putting this here since idk if I can actually write this without assistance soo uhhh. This is also an autism post. Ft. screenshots from the movies

This is also from what I remember

Featuring: Frieza, Frost, Gf, Bf, Pico, Shadow Milk, Tails, Mewtwo, Cell, Pure Vanilla, Iris, possibly more

Also, please remember this is an Au.

Oooooo storyyy ooga booga

Things start of normal for the most part [as normal as you get in this au anyway] until after Frieza woke up from a nightmare, which happened often, Girlfriend took him to this random cave in the middle of the swamp/forest, to get him to fetch this rock for her before she goes on a business trip for a week. He goes and gets it, only for Girlfriend to leave for said trip when Frost arrives.

The two ice-jin decide to put the rock back, though upside down, and dip immediately after seeing an egg. Later that night, a city gets attacked by the Gyaos. Luckily, the citizens were saved by the Z fighters. It ended up on the news!

The next day.. for whatever reason, Frieza decided to go back to the cave, finding a black charm, and realized that the egg had hatched overnight, turning around after hearing something.

Frost, meanwhile, noticed that Frieza had been gone for a while. He went looking for the white Ice-jin, finding him in the cave with this in his arms.

[Awwww, ain't it cute?]

Frost is understandably mixed about this thing. It hadn't even been a day, and Frieza had named it Iris! How did he get attached so fast?

Feeding it was a different situation. It doesn't have a mouth! How would it - oh. It just uses a blade from one of its tentacles [yes, that's what it is], stabbing a canned food and absorbing its liquids? Life force? Who knows.

Frost had found a dagger outside of the cave. He was tempted to stab Iris and get done with this before things got worse, yet he hesitated. Him and Frieza had a falling out over Iris, causing Frost to leave Frieza alone. He wished he hadn't.

After like a week, Frieza was late and came to the cave left in chaos. The wood was completely destroyed, and Iris was nowhere to be seen. He hurried to find Iris, finding it alone, crying, and alone. After trying to comfort the small Iris, it suddenly stood up, growing to a bigger size, floating up.

It then pulled him in for a hug. [It was not a hug, but a fusion.]

Something is wrong. Frieza has been gone for a while. After being asked about his whereabouts, Frost rushes back to the cave, grabbing the dagger, and went inside to find...well Frieza.

[Yes, this is from the movie]

Frost immediately jumped into action, using the dagger to cut and basically ripped the white Ice-jin out of this... cocoon? I guess. Carrying the unconscious Frieza out. He was rushed to a doctor, [Pure Vanilla], while because of a misunderstanding, Frost is blammed for what happened. The only one believing him was Shadow Milk.

Frieza was in a coma for days, meanwhile Tails, Mewtwo, and Cell while dealing with the Gyaos, get dragged into the mess when there are reports of 27 victims found dead, being drained of their life force. [They look like their blood was drained too]

Tails decide to investigate, leaving the other two to deal with the Gyaos while he investigates this new threat.

The military tries [and fail] to destroy a now adult Iris. Iris got up and started to fly up, planning to finish what had started.

The group [Pure Vanilla, Shadow Milk, and Tails] decided to take Frieza, who had woken up, to the hospital. But when they got to the subway, it was closed due to the weather. While waiting, the white Ice-jin started to hyperventilate, Tails knew what that meant. They were in trouble.

Meanwhile, Mewtwo decided to put the Gyaos problem on the back burner and deal with Iris. [They were close anyways]

Iris was mid flight when they were hit by a Shadow ball by Mewtwo. After a short fight in the air, Mewtwo was shot down. But they weren't done yet.

Frost was alone, not knowing what to do, but with some encouraging words from Pico, Frost started to dash to the subway, dagger in hand.

Mewtwo and Iris crashed into the subway, where their fight continued. Frieza then suddenly dashes towards the battle arena towards Iris, the others rushing after him, begging him not to, to snap out of it. Mewtwo unfortunately lost the fight, getting knocked out. Tails and Pure Vanilla got trapped under rubble, Shadow Milk torn with what to do. Iris slowly approached Frieza. Frost arrived just in time and threw the dagger at Iris...onnly for it to bounce off their head and cut Frieza's cheek. Yet, that was all it took for the white Ice-jin to snap out of it. Frost immediately came to his side and pulled him away from Iris.

Iris was enraged. How dare this fraud of a hero get in the way of the fusion!? Frieza tried to stop the now angry Iris as they smacked Frost into some rubble and opened it's chest, continuing the fusion [this is the only way I can word it without it sounding wrong.]

While they were adjusting, Frost went and grabbed the dagger, ran over, and dug the dagger into Iris' chest. Caught offguard, Iris went on the offensive, the fight difficult from it being close quarters. Frost was able to get both of his arms around the white Ice-jin before being stabbed by Iris' arm.

The fight was quickly going in Iris' favor, unntil they got kicked in the face by Shadow Milk, which separated Iris and Frost, which freed the white Ice-jin.

A weakened Iris was then tag teamed by Shadow Milk and a recovered Mewtwo. Iris was overwhelmed and was destroyed. Meanwhile, Tails and Pure Vanilla managed to free themselves.

Frost fell to his knees, trying to wake Frieza, desperately trying to do cpr and mouth to mouth. It somehow worked, and the white Ice-jin woke up. Everything turned out alright, though the two ice-jin were exhausted from the recent events, falling unconscious in each others arms. Shadow Milk carried the two home, patched Frost up, and layed them both in the same bed. After that night, Girlfriend had returned, unaware of the recent events, though Boyfriend definitely had an interesting story to tell.

Meanwhile, Shadow Milk and Pico look to see if they could book a vacation for the two ice-jin.

Happy ending, ig

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[crossover-enthusiast]

i have like. his ENTIRE family figured out right now. His Father is named Reynold Arthur Hart, Arthur is his middle name; but once you become friends with him thats the name he asks you to use. He's a very quiet man, traditional but not to the extreme. For awhile he was working two jobs and some side hustles to support his family. Oh, He's also roy's god father! His Mother is Named Julie Lyre, but she took the surname Hart when she and Reynold got married. She's a rather rambunctious woman, and is especially skilled at Piano. She was a loving mother, even if quite tired and busy during her children's up bringing. He has Four other siblings. The Oldest is named Journey, and He works as a Janitor at Town hall after the Youngest finally got Journey out of his slump and to Detox. Despite his criminal Record, Journey has been working his hardest to better himself in hopes to make his father proud. He is rather estranged and distant with the rest of his family. The Second Oldest is Jolene, a private investigator who works in a town over from Everwood, but is occasionally called in for a case there or she happens to be in the mood to visit her family. She's a very serious woman, usually seen at Gas stations with a lit cigar. The Third is John himself, and he was one of the middle children growing up, but he worked very hard to make his family proud. He looked up to Jolene, and was a bit overbearing with his worries for his youngest siblings. Jasper is his little brother, and also the Father of Robert and his siblings. He's married to a woman named Ruby who also took the hart surname when the two got married. He's not involved with his children almost at all, being an alcoholic with a job as a Night taxi. He, Like Journey, has a criminal record. The Youngest is Jazz, Who Works as a butler for Carmen and Richard. He's one of the servants more involved with Raising Roy, and has a decent relationship with the boy. Jazz is the only one who kept in contact with Journey, Helping his brother with an addiction to drugs and getting him proper help. He's freshly 21, and spends some time in the Couple's Wine cellar.

Oooooo!!!!

Oh this is really cool I love it

Also Carmen and Richard naming Roy after Arthur is just?? So sweet?? The families being a bit more connected than just the Hatz being friends is SO interesting actually

I think from description alone, my favorite of John's siblings are Journey and Jazz :]

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 11

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 3687

Warnings: Drunk driving, underage drinking, death, car wreck, grief, implied depression, swearing

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Highway Don't Care People Need People

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Hangman

The sun had set long ago behind the horizon, but the bright moonlight and the massive bonfire in the middle of the field provided plenty of light for Jake to see his football buddies. They were celebrating the last night they'd all be together. Most of them had been drinking, mainly beer, although some had brought harder stuff, like tequila and vodka. Jake refrained from the libations. He would do nothing to risk his career with the Navy, no matter how much his friends pressured him into trying a sip. 

Annalise hadn't been able to make it as she was returning from a trip to New Orleans, where she'd gone on a family vacation. 

Jake watched as his friends drank and drank, getting rowdier by the hour. He only wished Mike, who had driven him there, had stayed sober too. Otherwise, it would be a long walk home. He could always call his mom, but he hated to wake her up. Not to mention, his dad would be furious if Jake woke him from his beauty sleep.

The night hit two a.m. before Mike finally decided to call it quits. He staggered over to Jake, fumbling for his keys and slurring, "Less go."

"Uh, why don't I drive, man? You're drunk as a skunk," Jake replied, reaching for the keys. Mike pulled them out of his grasp.

"Hell no. No one drives Bridget. Only me."

"Then I'm not getting in the car with you."

"How the hell you gonna get home? By walkin'?"

"Better than in a body bag," Jake retorted. "Come on, Mike. It's a straight shot down the road to your house, and it's max, three miles. No one's on the roads. I can drive Bridget no problem."

"N. Oooooo. Thas spells nooooo," Mike replied indignantly. "You ain't drivin' my fuckin' truck."

"Then I'm not getting a fucking ride with you. I value my life."

"Fine. Walk home, dickwad."

Jake flipped him off and started the four-mile trek home. He grimaced at the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance, followed by the flashing of menacing lightning. That storm appeared to be rolling in fast if the breeze caressing his skin was anything to go by. Jake wouldn't beat it before he reached home, even if he jogged the entire way there. Maybe he should call his mom...

Reluctantly, Jake pulled out his cell phone and texted Natalie Seresin, asking her to pick him up and praying her insomniac ways held true tonight and that she was up. Thankfully, her response was almost immediate: Of course I can. Where are you?

Giving her instructions on how to reach him, Jake breathed a sigh of relief as he leaned against a tree and waited for her. His senses remained keenly aware of every noise and sight around him. Jake was armed with two pocket knives, a trick Annalise had convinced him would possibly save him if anyone ever attacked. She claimed if the attacker disarmed him with the first knife, the last thing they'd expect is for Jake to whip out a second one. She'd said it so confidently that he believed her logic, whether it was true or not.

Hardly ten minutes later, headlights appeared in the distance, and his mom soon pulled over, allowing him to hop in. Jake settled into the seat and said, "Thank you, Mom. I'm sorry you had to come pick me up. Mike was drinking, and I didn't feel comfortable getting in the car with him."

"You made a good call, sweetie. Never apologize for asking me to pick you up, especially under those circumstances. Did you at least have fun until then?"

Jake shrugged, rolling his window down to get some fresh air. His mom did the same while he said, "Yeah, it wasn't bad. Would've been more fun if Annalise had been there, but she got back from her trip today and wasn't up to it."

"Honey, when are you going to ask her out? You two are practically inseparable. Even when you're not together, you're texting each other and-"

"Moooom," Jake groaned, sliding down into the seat. "We're just-"

"Friends? Jake Glen Seresin, do you really expect me to believe that? Especially with the heart-eyes you give her-"

"Who taught you the term heart-eyes?"

"Your girlfriend," Natalie Seresin chuckled, squinting at the brights of a car coming from the opposite direction.

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Keep telling yourself- SHIT!"

It happened so fast that Jake had no time to comprehend the situation or its outcomes. The oncoming truck drunkenly swerved into their lane. Natalie had nowhere to go. The vehicle hit theirs, flipping them over the guard rail and into the river below. Jake instinctively covered his head with his arms, only unraveling them after the jarring impact of the truck hitting the water. Dazed, he glanced around, trying to grasp the situation. The cold water spilling into his lap shocked him back to his senses. The bright moonlight illuminated the inside of the sinking vehicle, including his unconscious mother, slumped over the steering wheel with a dark substance covering the side of her face. Jake swiftly unbuckled himself and tried to do the same, but the mechanism wouldn't work. Panicked, he whipped out his knife and furiously cut through the tough material until the strap severed. By now, the water was at their chins and rapidly covering their faces. By the time he maneuvered himself and his mom out of the window, both they and the truck were completely submerged.

"Give her to me!" A man shouted frantically when Jake surfaced. He noticed blue and red lights on the bridge and put two and two together. He handed his mom to the cop and followed him to the embankment. Sirens in the distance could be heard speeding toward them, and within seconds, an ambulance, fire truck, and more cop cars arrived. EMTs swiftly loaded Natalie Seresin onto a gurney, and Jake insisted he go with them, declaring he was fine. Whether that was true or not, he didn't know, but he knew one thing: his mom wasn't.

"Mom? Mom, can you hear me?" Jake begged, grabbing her hand while the EMTs tried to stabilize her. A cop car followed, and when they arrived at the hospital, a policeman halted Jake to get a statement of what had happened.

"My mom, she- she picked me up from a party, and the truck, it-it swerved into our lane and hit us- is my mom going to be all right?" Jake asked worriedly, running a hand through his hair anxiously. "Oh, God..."

"Easy, son. Why don't you take a seat?" The policeman said gently, placing a guiding hand on Jake's shoulder and leading him to a chair. Jake collapsed into it. "Do you have someone you'd like to call?"

"My dad and brothers. They'll-" Jake's heart constricted in fear. His dad would be irate over the situation. The truck might've been at fault, but the accident never would've happened if Jake hadn't called his mom to pick him up. This was his fault, and he dreaded the consequences. Still, he had to tell him. 

"Why don't I call them for you? Do you have a phone number?" the cop requested, almost like he could read Jake's train of thought.

"Yes, sir." He rattled off the number, and the cop went to make the call. Jake braced his elbow on his knees and buried his face in his hands, terrified for his mom's wellbeing. If he lost her...

Jake could've sworn only seconds passed before he heard his dad and brothers hollering his name. He glanced up in a daze to see them running up to him. His dad grabbed ahold of his shoulders and demanded, "What the hell happened?"

Jake stammered out the story, terrified by the craze in his dad's eyes. Thankfully, before Michael Seresin could berate him, the cop approached along with a doctor. The men straightened up, impatiently awaiting the news. His mother was in critical condition, but they could visit her two at a time. Michael immediately moved first, but Jake remained seated, knowing he was the last person his dad wanted to go with him.

"You go with Dad," Matt told Nick, sitting beside Jake. "I'll wait here with him."

No one argued. Jake slumped in the chair and stared at the ceiling, blinking back tears. Matt cleared his throat and said, "How you holdin' up?"

Jake didn't respond, not entirely trusting his voice. Matt recognized this and continued. "You were always closest to Mom. Whatever happened, whatever Dad says, I know it's not your fault."

"It is, though," Jake whispered shakily. "I asked her to pick me up. If I'd just sucked it up and walked home, this wouldn't have happened."

"In the middle of the night during a torrential thunderstorm?" Matt glanced out a window nearby when lightning flashed. A thunderclap soon followed, shaking the building. "It would've been dangerous, and Mom would be sick with worry."

"But she'd be safe."

"Jake-"

"You boys want to see her?" Michael asked, uncharacteristically pale and quiet. Matt and Jake nodded, standing up and heading to Natalie's room. Matt entered first, but Jake hung back, wondering if he really wanted to see what he'd done to his mom, to see what shape he'd put her in. How could he have done this? How could he have been so selfish as to ask her for help when he put himself in the position he had?

But what if this was his last chance to see her? What if Natalie didn't make it through this? The more he played the crash and rescue over in his head, the more Jake realized the dark substance he'd seen on her face had been blood. The memory made him nauseous.

With lead feet, Jake moved forward, determined to see his mom despite the guilt threatening to drown him. He'd barely crossed over the threshold when the heart monitor flatlined. Jake distantly heard himself yelling for his mom, rushing toward her only to be blocked by Matt, who practically carried his brother out of the room while nurses and doctors swarmed Natalie Seresin to resuscitate her. 

For what felt like hours, Jake watched the medical team try and revive his mom, but at 5:02 a.m., the doctor pronounced her dead. Jake collapsed in a chair, sobs wracking his body. A nurse tried to console him, but her kind words were lost. He'd lost his best friend, the only person in his family who Jake truly believed loved and cared for him. Now, she was gone, and he was on his own. Jake would never see her heartwarming smile or hear her contagious laugh; he would never get to talk to her when he had exciting news or needed to vent; he would never get his mom's comforting hugs or hear her screaming at his football matches.

His mom was gone.

How long he sat there with Matt and Nick, Jake couldn't tell, but he followed their cues, getting up when they did and walking out of the hospital after their dad. However, when they stepped outside and turned to the parking lot, Michael Seresin stopped short and glowered at Jake. "What the hell are you doing?"

"W-what?" Jake stammered, blinking in confusion.

"You think I want you coming home with us after what you've just caused?" Michael demanded, his temper and voice rising. "You got your mother killed!"

Matt stepped forward, holding his hands up placatingly. "Dad, come on, the police said it was a drunk-"

"Shut up!" Michael roared, effectively silencing his eldest son. Turning back to Jake, he pointed an accusatory finger at him and snarled, "I don't want you in my sight right now. I'll tell you when and if you can come home. Do you understand me?"

Jake could only nod, hopelessness now crashing into him alongside the grief. Matt hung back, conflicted between staying with Jake or going to the car with his dad and Nick. Jake noticed and, in a surprisingly steady voice, said, "Go."

"Jake, you shouldn't be alo-"

"Go!" Jake snapped, pointing his finger at the rapidly disappearing Michael and Nick. "Just go. I want nothing to do with any of you."

Matt hesitated once more, reluctantly nodded, then went after the other Seresin men, but he repeatedly looked over his shoulder at Jake, who waited until his family was out of sight before collapsing onto a bench outside the hospital. 

There, in front of God and the moon, he quietly wept over losing his mom, wishing the universe had taken him instead of her. It would've been better for everyone that way. His mom would've been devastated for a while, but she would've moved on. After all, she would've had two other sons to take care of. Jake was almost certain his dad wouldn't have cared at all if it had been Jake who died. Even Annalise probably wouldn't care. It didn't matter that he was her closest friend and vice versa. She never wanted to get close to him in the first place.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Jake ignored it the first time. He ignored it the second time, too, figuring it was Matt trying to call him. But when the person called a third time, he finally answered, "Hello?"

A familiar, worried voice answered, "Jake? Are you okay?" 

"Annie?" he croaked. Hearing her caught him off guard. Of all people at this time of day, she was one of the last people he expected to hear from. "What- how did you- are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, but someone texted me saying I needed to call you because your mom just died. Jake, what happened? Are you okay?"

"No. I'm not," he whispered. The story spilled from his lips in between waves of crying. Annalise patiently listened, letting him get through it and stammer out the story. When he finished, he could hear muffled tears on the other end.

"Oh, God, Jake, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Are you home or still at the hospital?"

"I'm still at the hospital. Dad, he, uh, he said I wasn't welcome home after what I caused."

"You're there alone?!"

"Yeah..."

"Stay there, don't move. I'm coming over. Do you want me to stay on the phone while I drive there?"

"No, no, it's okay. You don't-"

Annalise interrupted him. "You shouldn't be alone right now. I'm coming to take care of you since your dad and brothers won't. Now, do you want me to stay on the phone while I drive there?"

"No. Focus on the road," Jake said, the urge to cry threatening to overwhelm him again, although this time, out of gratefulness for Annalise. What had he done to deserve her? What had Jake been thinking earlier about how she wouldn't care? Of course she would care if he died. That had been his grief talking. He realized that now.

"Okay. If I can't find you when I get there, I'll call you. I'll be there soon. Love you forever."

"Love you always."

Jake hung up and leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the torrential downpour with only the building's overhang to prevent him from getting soaked. The wind caused a chill in the air that would send most people scurrying for a jacket, but Jake hardly felt it. Lightning crackled menacingly above him and struck the ground nearby, but he disregarded the danger it posed, figuring Mother Nature couldn't hurt him near as much as the loss of his mom.

An SUV soon parked in front of the doors, and Annalise hopped out of the car. Jake met her gaze. Seeing her concern, seeing her standing there at the hospital just for him, broke him. The numbness disappeared, and Jake rushed to greet her, sobbing into Annalise's shoulder as she cradled his head and hugged him as tightly.

"I don't know where to go," Jake croaked out when the tears finally abated. He pulled away and wiped them off his face. Annalise was the only person Jake felt comfortable crying in front of. He knew she wouldn't judge him for it. "Dad doesn't want me home right now, if ever, and I don't know what to do because we head to college in a couple weeks, and I need to pack, but now I have to attend Mom's funeral, and-"

"Jake-" Annalise interrupted calmly, garnering his attention. He was shocked to see tear stains on her cheeks. "I think the best thing for you right now is for you to come to my house and get out of this storm. Rest first, and then we can figure out what to do from there, okay?"

"We?"

"You didn't think I would let you go through this all alone, did you? What do we always say?"

"I love you forever."

"Exactly. And I love you always." Annalise smiled softly. "I've got your six. Come on. Let's get home."

The friends slid into the SUV and headed home in the torrential downpour. Jake kept his eyes downcast, unable to look at the road ahead. He'd tried initially, but when panic built in his chest when a car passed them from the opposite direction, he decided against doing that for the rest of the trip. Annalise must've noticed because she reached over and took his hand. As much as he wanted both hands on the wheel, Jake also found comfort in her touch, so he allowed it.

When they arrived at the Blackwood household, the pair shuffled in. Charlie and Jackie were seated at the bar eating breakfast. Jake temporarily wondered where Mr. Blackwood was but figured he was on another business trip. The two women turned around at the sound of the garage door shutting and immediately jumped from their seats at the sight of Annalise and Jake. To his surprise, Charlie went to him first and, without a word, pulled him into a motherly hug. He sank into it. She wasn't his mom, but in this moment, she was the closest thing to one.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie," Charlie whispered. "Whatever you need, we're here for you."

"Thank you, ma'am," he mumbled sincerely, unable to gather the strength to speak any louder. Now that the adrenaline and chaos had subsided, exhaustion swept over Jake. 

Charlie pulled away and gently grasped his shoulders. "Why don't you take a shower, and I'll get some spare clothes for you to change into?"

"I can crash in these-"

"Honey, it's not good for you to stay in those clothes any longer."

"Yes, ma'am..."

Mrs. Blackwood smiled sympathetically. "It's always Charlie to you. Get going. You can use our guest room. I'll drop the clothes on your bed."

Jake nodded, thanked her once more, then ambled to his destination. Almost robotically, he shut the bathroom door behind him, stripped his clothes, and stepped into the shower the second he turned it on. The water had yet to warm up, so it felt like small pellets of hail striking his skin for a few seconds, but Jake ignored it, the shock of today still inhibiting most of his senses. He went through the motions of washing his hair and body, turning off the water, drying off, and wrapping the towel around his waist. He peered into the bedroom, saw the door to it shut, and a clean set of clothes lying on the bed. Jake changed into them and folded his dirty suit, placing it on the chair. As he did, he noticed the red stain on the collar of his shirt. Knowing he hadn't been injured or cut in the crash, the only logical conclusion he could form was that it came from his mom when he dragged her out of the wreck. 

The accident replayed suddenly in his mind, and Jake collapsed onto the bed, burying his face in his hands while he quietly sobbed. A few moments later, the mattress sank in beside him. He looked up to find Annalise; she had tears in her eyes, but her voice was steady when she said, "I, uh, I brought you some tea. Chamomile. It's supposed to help calm anxiety. I figured after the night you've had..."

Jake reached for the mug on his nightstand, staring at the amber liquid. "Thank you. For everything."

"I'm glad I was able to be there. I'll let you get some rest. I just wanted to drop this off and check on you one more time."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Who told you what happened? Where I was?"

"I don't know. They called me until I picked up. When I finally did, they hung up. But I saw a text from the same number giving me a brief sitrep and your location. I called you right after."

"What's the number?" Jake asked, frowning. Annalise pulled out her phone and rattled it off, and surprisingly, Jake recognized it. "That's Matt's number. He didn't want to leave me, but I yelled at him to..."

"I'll let him know you're here and safe. I'm sure he's worried." Annalise put her phone back into her pocket. "I'll leave you alone-"

"No, no. I don't- could you stay for a bit?"

"Of course," Annalise replied without hesitation. She crawled to the other side of the bed and leaned against the headboard. Jake sidled next to her, his arm brushing hers. "Do you want the TV on or no?"

"You can watch it; I don't mind."

Annalise nodded and turned it on. She flipped through the channels until she landed on Hallmark. Jake watched it with her in silence. Slowly, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, he started sliding down unintentionally under the covers, and his head lolled onto Annalise's shoulder. Once that happened, Jake was out like a light. The last thing he remembered was feeling the weight of his friend's head resting atop his and thinking how she was the only rock in his life now. Without her, God only knows what would happen to him.

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