#plus i never finished that season. stay safe out there.

[kneworder]

I FORGOT MALIA IM SO SORRY MALIA

hate when the fic is so mean spirited towards one character that it doesn't matter how much it focuses on my fave i absolutely have to click off immediately

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ get you home ] m. rempe

pairing : Matt Rempe x fem!reader

summary : Matt makes sure his best friend gets home safe after going out with him and a few of the Rangers after a win, but his plans change when she tells him how she feels about him

warning(s) : alcohol use and drunkenness, a heavy makeout, some suggestive comments

author’s note : got drunk so i started to write a fic and finished it while sober lol :))

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One of the things she loves about going out with Matt is the fact that he deters every guy from approaching her. Everyone views him as this scary guy because he’s a six-foot-seven hockey player but in reality, he’s probably the sweetest guy she’s ever met.

It works to her advantage though since she only ever wants to talk to him when she goes out with him.

Tonight in particular, she wants to stay glued to his side. He scored a goal in his playoff debut and all she wants to do is celebrate. She doesn’t want her attention to be pulled away from Matt.

The Rangers found a booth in a dark corner of the club they came to after game one against Washington and started buying drinks and shots for Matt after his goal that started this season’s playoff run.

She took so many shots with Matt when they first got to the club and kind of regrets it. She wanted to at least be coherent and remember her words when she tells Matt that she’s in love with him.

Tonight might not be the night to tell him though. She doesn't want him to think she's telling him because she's drunk or because he scored a goal.

Plus, she wants to be able to remember telling him and she isn't sure that's possible right now because of the amount of drinks and shots she's had. Tonight shouldn't be the night she tells her best friend that she's in love with him.

Once Trouba decides to leave, a bunch of the Rangers decide to follow him out the door. Once the captain leaves, that usually means whatever is going on is officially over. A lot of the older guys leave, but most of the younger guys like Matt and Braden stay for a little bit longer.

There are about three more rounds of shots before everyone else calls it a night. She stumbles out of the club holding onto Matt's arm so she doesn't fall on the sidewalk in her heels. She leans against his chest while he orders them an Uber to her apartment.

"Mm," she hums. "Comfy wall."

Matt laughs and wraps an arm around her shoulders to keep her stable. "You're so drunk," he comments. "How much have you had to drink?"

"A little less than you," she replies. "I think. How are you not stumbling after everything you've had today?"

He tucks his phone into the pocket of the pants he's wearing. "I'm a foot taller than you and over a hundred pounds heavier than you," he laughs. "Not to mention I have a faster metabolism and can handle my liquor. It's not my fault you're so short."

She looks up at him. "Hey, five-foot-six is not short," she retorts. "You're just freaking tall ." Matt laughs. "Out here having fucking trees for legs like God damn, Matt."

A car pulls up in front of them and Matt helps her get in the car. "Me and my tree legs are trying to get you home safely," he tells her. "You better be nice to me or I'm gonna leave you to get to your apartment by yourself."

"You'd never do that to me," she giggles. "You like me too much."

Matt slides into the car next to her and she immediately moves as close as she can to him. She rests her head on his shoulder before she shuts her eyes. Being drunk and being in a car is not the best combination. She'll gladly use Matt's shoulder as a pillow until they get to her apartment building. They're a good fifteen minutes away so she has time.

The Uber driver realizes who got into the backseat of his car so he and Matt talk about the game. The driver mentions Matt's goal and says what an amazing goal it was. She doesn't say anything but she agrees a thousand percent.

His goal was a beauty. It's something that he'll never forget for sure. She'll never forget celebrating it when it happened. Hearing his name announced during the next play will be something she'll remember hearing forever.

She listens to the conversation and smiles while they talk about the game. She doesn't chime in because she's afraid to open her eyes. The last thing she wants to do is throw up in an Uber.

About fifteen minutes later, the Uber pulls up to her apartment. The driver wishes Matt luck during the rest of the playoffs as he helps her out of the car. She thanks him as Matt shuts the door. Matt wraps an arm around her and helps her into the building.

As she walks through the lobby, she stumbles and loses her balance. With a groan, she slides out of Matt's grip and lands on the floor to pull off he heeled boots that she's wearing. "Stupid shoes," she says to herself. Matt laughs and holds a hand out to help her up when she is ready to stand back up.

"Why did you even wear heels to the game?" he asks as he pulls her up from the ground. "I mean, it's a hockey game."

"I wanted to look nice and dress up the jersey," she replies. Matt lent her his Stadium Series jersey. She might have to wear it for every game now since he scored a goal while she was wearing it. "Sorry I wanted to look nice. Good thing too since we went out afterwards."

It's easier for her to walk now that her feet are flat on the ground. She carries the shoes onto the elevator, where she leans against the wall for support.

"Are you still super drunk?" Matt asks. "I'm asking because I need to know if you'll be okay if I leave."

"We'll see," she mumbles as she drops her head to her left to look at him. "Can you stay anyway? Just in case?"

He nods and smiles as the elevator dings and the doors open.

She stumbles down the hallway to her apartment, dropping one of the shoes in the process. Matt picks it up and she uses her key to unlock the door. Somehow, she gets the door open, but she stumbles inside. Matt quickly wraps an arm around her waist before she can go crashing down to the floor.

The door closes behind them and she looks up at him. "Thanks," she says.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna stay," he comments. "You just fell into your apartment." She giggles and stands back up. Matt wraps an arm around her shoulders. "Come on. Do you want to shower or anything before you go to bed? Want a snack? You're going to drink at least one glass of water before going to bed."

She looks up at him and says, "I should probably shower since I got a drink spilled on my pants." That was Cuylle's fault and she wasn't very happy that she smelled like beer for the rest of the time they were at the club.

"I'll get him to apologize for that tomorrow when he's sober," Matt tells her. "For now though, bath or shower? Think you can shower?"

"I think I can shower," she replies. "A cold one might sober me up a bit. Some of the clothes that you've left here are all in a drawer if you want to pull something together, or I can give you this jersey since it's technically yours."

Matt smiles and shakes his head. "That jersey is yours now," he says. "I'll find something. Go shower the beer smell away."

She sticks her tongue out at him and stumbles her way to her room. She pulls out a large t-shirt and a pair of slightly too small Lululemon shorts to sleep in before walking into the bathroom for her shower.

The water is ice cold in hopes that it sobers her up enough for the conversation that's going to happen after her shower. She wants to make sure she remembers the entire conversation and whatever she says to Matt. She wants to remember his reaction and what he tells her when she tells him about her feelings.

It's going to go really well or really bad. She has no idea how it's going to go. He may just tell her that it's bad timing since the playoffs just started, or he'll fully embrace it. Maybe he'll tell her that he feels the same.

The unknown is what scares her.

After a short and sweet shower where she only washes her hair and body, she hops out and dries off. She shivers from how cold it was and dresses quickly.

When she walks out of the bathroom with her wet hair French braided down her back, she finds Matt laying on his back on her bed on his phone. He's typing away, probably replying to people that he didn't get to yet about his goal or the win. He's wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of his Rangers hockey shirts that he found in the drawer.

Matt notices her standing in the doorway between the bedroom and her bathroom. "There's a glass of water on your table," he tells her. "I left some Advil for you too for the morning."

Just rip off the bandaid. It's time to get this over with.

"I have something I want to say first in case it chases you off," she tells him. "I don't know what your reaction is going to be when I say this but ... I love you."

"I love you too."

"No, Matt," she sighs. "I'm in love with you. I have been for months, maybe close to a year at this point. I know my timing isn't the best but I couldn't not tell you anymore. I'm not saying this because you scored a goal or because you won a playoff game or because I'm still slightly drunk but I am genuinely in love with you."

He stares at her while she talks, but as soon as she's done saying what she has to say, Matt gets up out of bed and walks up to her. "I knew what you meant," he comments. "I've been waiting for you to say something to me before I did this."

"Do wha-"

Before she can finish her question, Matt gently cups her jaw and leans down to press a light kiss to her lips. It's so light that she feels like he's just testing the waters.

It barely feels like a kiss when he pulls back.

She takes a step closer to him and looks up at him. "Can you please kiss me like you mean it?" she questions.

"Gladly."

He crashes their lips together in a more definitive kiss that makes her heart beat out of her chest. She presses herself against him and fists his t-shirt in her hand to hold him close to her. Matt's thumbs trace her cheekbones and she sighs. He takes full advantage and licks past her parted lips.

She presses her hands against his torso and pushes him toward the bed. She has to tilt her head up to kiss him and it's starting to hurt her neck. So she pushes him down until he falls back and is sitting on the mattress. She crawls onto his lap so they're at a more even level.

This isn't the reaction that she was expecting. Maybe Matt saying that he loves her too or some cuddles. She thought that kisses would wait until morning when they're both completely sober.

That being said, this is what she thought their first kiss would look like. Rough, needy. She kisses him like she craves him, and he kisses her back like he's been holding back. She's seen Matt kiss former girlfriends before and studied the way his lips move, but experiencing it is something completely different.

Her heart is in her stomach and her body shakes with anticipation. She truly cannot believe that this is happening right now.

She slides her hands down his chest and stomach then slithers her fingers up under his shirt. Matt hums and pulls back from the needy kiss. “Clothes are staying on until we’re both sober,” he tells her. She nods but is very distracted by how red and swollen his lips are.

All because of her.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t touch,” she replies. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

Matt sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and looks her up and down in his lap. She reaches up with one of her hands and touches one of the scars on his cheek. He turns his head and presses a kiss to her wrist.

He trails kisses up her forearm and she smiles as he pulls her flush against his chest. She wraps her arms around his neck and Matt flips them so he’s pinning her down against the mattress.

She smiles and looks up at him. “You do know that I love you too, right?” Matt asks. “I mean, I knew what you meant when you told me that you love me. The timing couldn’t have been any better because I thought I was going to genuinely lose my mind if I held back from you any longer.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Matt replies. “I love you. I think I’ve loved you for literally ever. I probably realized it in February when you were in the crowd for my NHL debut. Seeing you in that jersey tonight, oh my God. I thought I was going to actually lose it at the club.”

She smiles and grabs the bottom of his shirt. She fists the fabric and holds him close. “You could’ve made a move whenever you wanted and I probably would’ve been okay with it,” she admits. “I hated seeing you with random girls or old girlfriends. They never wanted you like I do.”

“I know,” he says. “I think I see that now. I’ve had a few girlfriends, but none of them have stuck around like you have.”

“By your side always,” she promises.

Matt leans down and kisses her again. The kiss almost feels like her sealing the promise.

Because she’ll never leave his side. Ever.

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Exit Stage Right | R.L

You and your daughter miss Remus while he's performing for a stadium of fans, so much that you have to see him before the concert is over — dad!rockstar!remus x mom!reader fluff

warnings: a little angsty if you squint rlly hard, but nothing else

words: 2.4k

a/n: I promised rockstar!remus a while ago, but I've been to 2 concerts in the last 2 weeks, which just so happens to be finals season, so I've been simultaneously busy as hell and itching to write this. I hope you like how it turned out!

Your daughter Olive was no stranger to loud noises. 

Remus had a room to practise drumming in your house, it’s normal to encounter a chaotic mess of fans and paparazzi when you left the house as a family, and she just about had the loudest uncles in the world. Though you tried to limit the amount of noise she took in, Olive’s little ears had definitely adapted to her hectic little life. 

But all that noise in her daily life was no match for a rock concert in a sold-out stadium. Those decibel levels would for sure be far too high for her little ears to handle.

It wasn’t as easy of a decision on what you should do with her tonight, though. You were getting cabin fever with all the identical hotel rooms you’ve been living in while The Marauders were on their tour, and you suspected Olive was in the same boat. 

So, you decided to go back to the old days when the band first started going on long tours, when you would stay in the dressing room for the length of the performance. You and Remus figured it would be soundproof enough backstage, but you still insisted on pulling out the baby headphones you had bought just in case before she was even born. You were only planning on using them if it got especially loud backstage, yet you tried them on anyway. 

They were massive on her, but they kept her safe and happy. Plus, she was pretty damn adorable with them on—not that she wasn’t all the time, but definitely cuter than normal with those giant headphones. 

Waiting for the show to start, Remus bounced Olive on his lap while you watched the rest of the guys run through their current individual pre-show rituals. 

It had been quite a while since you’ve been backstage with the band right before a show, and you honestly forgot how entertaining it was. 

James was trying to solve the same Rubik’s cube he’s been working on for years to warm up his fingers, Peter was doing the daily crossword in the local newspaper, and Sirius was trying to multitask by doing his vocal warmups and his makeup at the same time. 

It was really a terrible combination of tasks, as Sirius kept on messing up his eyeliner and then trying to suppress his favourite swear words for your daughter’s sake. 

You wanted to tell him off, but it was really too fun to watch for you to intervene.

A minute or so after Sirius finally finished his look, the boys��� manager knocked on the dressing room door and reminded them that they have to go on stage soon. 

Remus thanked him, and the guys all started getting ready to go. He kept Olive in his arms for as long as he could, until it was just the three of you in the room after everyone was already headed to the stage. 

When he finally had to let her go, Remus made sure he gave you both a proper goodbye. 

“I’ll be back soon. Just over 2 hours, then we can all go home.” He kissed you softly, but deeply. He always does this as a way of saying goodbye, kissing you like he might never do it again, but he doesn’t want you to think about it. 

When his lips left yours and he slouched down to blow a raspberry on Olive’s tummy, you sighed quietly. “A hotel, not home.” 

He looked at you sympathetically as he collected his drumsticks from the table beside you and stored them in his back pocket for the time being. 

“Isn’t home anywhere where we’re all together?” He said, trying to lift your spirits. “But we’ll be home home soon enough. And I won’t be on tour again for a while, and we can be all together as much as we want.”

That did make you feel better. Even though you loved that Remus was living his dream with his best friends and giving you and Olive a great life, it did get stressful from time to time. 

Privacy violations by paparazzi and media outlets, insecurity that sometimes got the best of you on both sides of the relationship, and of course, The Marauders going on world tours that were fun, but still somewhat torture. They made it so you had to choose between leaving home for months, or being away from Remus—not that there was any difference between those two. 

You didn’t want to get emotional right when Remus had to go perform, so you smiled and reminded him that it was time for you to part ways for the evening. 

“They’re waiting for you out there.” 

A grin graced your husband’s face. “They can wait a little longer.” 

“They paid to see you.” You reminded him. 

“And I'll personally refund all of them if I don't go out.” 

“Then we'll be out of money, and we'll both have to get new jobs and we'll never have any time with just the three of us.”

Remus pretended to think over your point for a second. “You’re right. I guess I have to go out and perform, then.”

“Put on a good show, honey. We'll see you soon.” 

While saying goodbye to him, you raised Olive’s arm so you could wave at Remus for her as he walked out of the dressing room. Her face was already forming a pout when she watched her dad leave to go do his job, but you wouldn’t let that morph into anything more. 

You turned her around so you could both look at each other, then you pressed a kiss to her chubby cheek.

“None of that, sweetheart. We’ll see him again in no time.” 

Laying her down beside you on the couch, you reach down into the baby bag you never go anywhere without and pick out some of her favourite toys from their specific pocket; hopefully those will keep her distracted and happy. 

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The toys didn’t work as well as you thought they would. They kept Olive busy for about an hour, but she seemed to snap out of her happy baby daze out of nowhere. 

She started crying and nothing was working to calm her down. She wasn’t hungry, she didn’t need to be changed, and nothing you had brought for this very reason was working. 

You knew the only thing that could quell her upset was outside and on the stage, playing drums for a stadium of fans. But even though she and Remus both wished they could spend all hours of the day together, you just didn’t know how that could work.  

And then you remembered the headphones. 

The sound backstage hadn’t been that loud at all while The Marauders were playing, so you honestly hadn’t thought about them since you and Remus packed them before you left the hotel. 

But this could work. You could use them to help both you and Olive right now. So that’s what you did.

You dug through your bag and pulled the noise-cancelling headphones from the bottom of the bag, where they had sat untouched for the longest time. After picking them up with a tiny ‘aha’, you smiled at your daughter and told her that she would soon be seeing her dad. 

She had calmed down somewhat due to the mere mention of Remus, but she was still wailing in your arms. You bounced her lightly while you walked down the halls of the stadium. 

“It’s okay, honey.” You cooed at Olive, despite the fact that she couldn’t hear a thing. “You’re gonna tire yourself out and fall asleep before you even get to see Daddy. We don’t want that, do we?”

Although, maybe her crying herself to sleep wouldn’t be so bad. 

It still wasn’t an option in your mind. Your daughter wanted to see her dad, so over to Remus you’ll go. 

Once you got to the stage door, a burly security guard gave you a questioning look. You supposed he wasn’t used to a woman and a baby wanting to go into the wings during a rock concert. But he was just there to do his job, not judge, so he let you through when you showed him your ID. 

You kept checking Olive’s face to see her expressions and gauge if everything was too loud for her. Her look didn’t deviate from the bothered expression her face took on when you started walking with her, so you assumed the headphones were cancelling out the noise, just as they were made for. 

Nobody who was working backstage seemed to mind you being there, so you found an extra stool in a dark corner and pulled it so you could sit and watch the band. 

Based just on how Olive was moving in your arms, you knew she had spotted her dad behind the cymbals he was smashing across the stage. Pointing towards Remus, you whispered to her again even though she couldn’t hear you. “Look! Who’s that? Who’s over there?”

She seemed to be cheered up enough just from seeing Remus, so your hypothesis was proven correct. Things were shaping up to be a good night. 

You swayed and headbanged—as lightly as possible—since just because Olive couldn’t enjoy the loud music doesn’t mean you had to ignore it too. 

The current song ended, and James was talking to the crowd while Sirius drank some much-needed water after all that singing. While taking a swig, the two familiar faces in the wings of the stage caught his eye, and he just had to share what he was seeing with the drummer. 

He practically skipped over to Remus, who was also catching his breath from performing and pointed you out. Your husband’s eyes scanned the area until he found you, and his face immediately broke out into a smile—and so did your daughter’s. 

Back in the dressing room, you were hesitant if you should leave at all or if you should just wait out Olive’s tantrum, but the matching looks on your husband and daughter’s faces right now was proof that you made the right decision. 

Olive made grabby hands towards her dad across the stage, and Remus waved right back and blew a kiss in your direction. You weren’t quite sure if it was aimed at you or your little girl, but it made you blush either way. 

He pointed to the setlist taped to the ground beside him and hid his hand behind his bass drum so the audience wouldn’t see his gesture; he held up three fingers to let you know there would be three more songs until he could get up and give you two his full attention. You knew they would most definitely be doing an encore after they finished, but at least they could all have a small break after the main show.  

You nodded to show him you understood, but his attention was already grabbed back by James giving him the sign that it was time to get back into the music. Not even taking more than a second to prepare, Remus was back in the groove and started playing the next song on the list, effortlessly and perfectly. 

The last few songs of the main set were some of your favourites from the band’s discography, but you had to admit that you couldn’t enjoy them as much as you usually would. 

It was mainly because you were somewhat scared of an impending mood swing out of your daughter now that her father’s attention had left her, but also because these three songs were standing in between you and your husband like a brick wall right now. You just had to remind yourself that once they hit that last note and said their goodbyes to the crowd, that wall would be temporarily smashed once more. 

But now, they were at the end of the concert. The crowd was cheering like they just had the best night of their lives—you don’t doubt that they did—and Remus was throwing his sticks into the sea of hands desperate for a morsel of The Marauders. 

His rockstar persona was dropped the second those drumsticks left his hands, and he was rushing to the wings to be with you and Olive, a wide smile strung across his cheeks.

 He pulled you two out into the hall so the crowd’s noise could be in the background. He knew they would be cheering for an encore in a minute; as much as he loved that sound, he would rather hear you. 

“She was getting pretty fussy and I knew you were the only thing that would calm her down.” You explained to Remus before he could even ask. 

You were afraid he would be upset with you bringing her outside of the dressing room, but he didn’t seem fazed at all. He gently took Olive from your arms and cooed over her. 

“You missed me so much you dragged your mum out here so you could see me, huh?” Remus asked her. “You know I missed you too, princess. Both of you.”

“Yeah? Maybe you should get the guys to shorten the setlist so you aren’t away from us for too long, then.”

He didn’t respond, but you know that he had brought up the idea of shorter tours to the others now that he and James were both fathers. 

You watched lovingly as Remus kept moving Olive’s hand away from the glitter on his face that she was so desirous to touch. You wished you all could stay in this moment forever, but the audience’s chants for an encore were getting louder and louder and you knew the scene in front of you couldn’t last much longer. 

Right on schedule, James strutted up and tapped Remus on the shoulder with a brand new pair of drumsticks. 

“We’ve gotta go back out there, mate. Time to part ways with your girls once again.”

Remus wouldn’t put up a fight. He handed Olive back to you and blew one more kiss at you two as a goodbye.

The doors opened and a cacophony of fan cheers hit your ears. It was a lot, but it just reminded you that all those people were waiting for your husband, so you could wait a few more minutes. 

Just two final songs, then you could all go home.

[totalswag]

happy new year — DREW STARKEY

authors note happy new years lovies. i hope you all had a safe and fun new year with your friends and families. sorry this was posted a couple days after the new year but i’ve had to go back and fix a few things on this fic. dad!drew is expecting baby #2 omg !!!

summary entering the new year with a new starkey coming into the new year

warnings crying, cussing, family, excitement.

A few weeks ago you took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. You had a feeling that you were from random cravings and morning sickness. Knowing you are carrying your second baby is a blessing in disguise.

You went to the doctors to get scanned and to find out you are six weeks pregnant. Seeing your second baby made you emotional, you couldn’t believe it.

Tatum was told a day later. It took her a few minutes to calculate there’s a baby in your stomach. Once Drew and you explained to her she started yelling out of excitement.

Drew and you had talked about having another baby in 2024 but you never thought you would find out right when you were entering the new year.

Plus, it was the perfect time to find out and tell your entire family all together on New Year’s Eve.

Your mother contacted you and Drew's mother about celebrating the New Year at their home. Only because Drew and you are always on the go. It felt natural to share your pregnancy news with everyone you care about.

You guys are staying for a two weeks in your hometown. Drew and you grew up in the same town and happened to bump into each other again when he was filming season one of outer banks.

Everyone is at your parent’s house. There was so much going on all at once. The kids were running around the house, football games were on, getting food situated for dinner, and other things too.

"Y/N why aren't you drinking?" Brooke inquired, intrigued. She knows you well enough to know that you will never refuse a drink.

"I'm just not feeling it right now, but maybe later," you say with a smile.

She gives you a puzzled look but nods in understanding. Your sisters in the kitchen looked at each other, then back at you, taken aback by your response to Brooke.

The sound of Tatum's voice filled your ears around the corner of the hall that leads into the kitchen. She turned the corner into the kitchen with her cousin chasing her.

"What are you doing running around, huh?" You chuckled, tickling her sides as she ran past you.

“Bella and I are chasing each other” she laughed, stopping her tracks when she runs into you as she looks back at Bella.

“I can see that, be careful please” you pick her up, placing her on your hip. She lays her head on your shoulder, wrapping her right arm around your neck.

Tatum stayed with you for another two minutes before she wanted down to play with the rest of her cousins.

For dinner, your dad made steak, his famous steaks. There was plenty of food for everyone. The dinner so was delicious, you went for thirds too.

You guys just finished dinner, put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, cleaned everything else up so your parents didn’t have to do it.

Drew and you were sitting on the couch next to each other watching football with your family. Your head resting on his shoulder, arm wrapped around his arm as a sign of comfort.

"I can't wait to tell them," Drew says quietly in your ear, kissing your head and bringing you closer.

“Me too,” you smile.

As it grew closer to midnight, everyone was hanging out in the living room with a movie on and the kids were in the playroom down the hall watching a Disney movie.

Mackayla and you were talking about the new house Drew and you are planning to build. The house you are in now is a two-bedroom; it's a lovely place, but it's time for a change.

You place Mackayla's daughter, Liliana in your lap and give her a gentle bounce as you explain, "I have cute ideas for the kitchen that I think will make it look more homey."

"Did you see what I sent you yesterday?" she asked, nodding. You can always keep that in mind," referring to the backsplash she has in her kitchen, about which you always rave.

“Everyone thirty more seconds till it’s the new year!” Your older sister, Melissa, yells from the living room, drink in her hand.

Both families gathered in the huge living room with beverages or loud whistles bought from a party store by your mother.

Drew and you look at each other, nodding in agreement to announce the pregnancy. Nervously playing with your hands in a ball, Drew notices and takes your hand in his, squeezing it softly.

When Drew appears in front of Tatum, she raises her arms in a picking gesture. She's wearing a new year's hat and has a whistle ready to go off when the clock strikes midnight.

"I'd like to tell you guys something as we enter this new year together," you say clearly, standing behind your little family.

Everyone was watching you with curiosity.

By this time, the clock is getting closer to midnight. The anxiousness from your families started showing.

“You are making me nervous” Jodie, Drew’s mom blurted.

You turned around noticing the count down getting lower. You put your hands in a prayer motion towards the top of your mouth.

Drew smiles as you gaze up at him, giving him the signal to announce it, "We are welcoming baby Starkey number two in 2024."

What the fuck

Oh my gosh this is amazing

Congratulations you guys!

Best news to start the new year

I’m gonna cry

So many words were being said when Drew made the announcement. Tears were flowing from some family members. You can tell how excited everyone was to hear the news of Starkey number two.

A lot of hugs were exchanged.

“How far along are you?” Jodie asked, “About six weeks” you answer.

“I’m so happy for the both of you sweetheart!” Your dad smiles, bringing you into a hug, rubbing your back.

“Thank you dad” you sniffle.

As you pull away Brooke comes up to you with her jaw dropped, “this explains why you haven’t been drinking today” making you laugh along with everyone else.

“Haha, I love you” Brooke brings you into a warm hug.

Once you three made it back to your airbnb, Tatum was changed into her pj’s and knocked out the minute her head touched the pillow.

Drew and you were laying in bed about to close your eyes till Drew spoke up, “goodnight to my little bundle of joy growing in your mommy’s tummy,” leaning down, kissing your stomach.

“And of course I love you too” he smiles.

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Is it possible to ask for a romantic concept of Eren + Mikasa (AOT) sharing a darling???

Sure! I'm not finished Season 4 so I chose this to take place during Seasons 1-3 personality and plot-wise. If you want a Season 4 version eventually, I can probably do that.

Yandere! Eren + Mikasa sharing a Darling

(Seasons 1-3)

Pairing: Romantic - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Violence/Implied murder, Yanderes sharing, Blood, Stalking, Kidnapping/isolation, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Honestly, these two are such a duo.

They would definitely share more than fight over their obsession.

Although, as this is romantic intentions, I have a feeling there's some quarreling.

A way this could work is Eren starts with romantic feelings and Mikasa just means to support him at first.

So essentially... It can start as Platonic! Eren and Platonic! Mikasa... then Romantic! Eren and Platonic! Mikasa... then eventually we get to both of them as romantic.

You're no doubt a Scout like them, which just adds to their protective behavior.

Originally the two are just your friends and comrades.

You admire Eren's driven personality and his determination... even if it gets him in trouble.

You also grow to befriend Mikasa, mostly due to the fact she's grown up with Eren and naturally wanted to know more about you.

She may be quiet and stoic, but she clearly cares for both you and Eren.

The two very well may stay platonic for awhile.

They always have looked out for you since you were Cadets.

Now, as Scouts, they're always with you in the field.

The two are actually terrifying as yanderes, that's not even including season 4.

First of all, Mikasa is one of the best Scouts there is.

Second of all, Eren's a titan-shifter.

You are probably one of the most protected Scouts there is.

When Eren has more control of his titan, he probably lets you and Mikasa sit on his shoulders.

I imagine romantic feelings slowly develop when it comes to them.

It probably starts for both of them, but one of them is more intense (Most likely Eren).

Eren is no doubt the one who admits to Mikasa that he likes you.

Mikasa is surprised, perhaps even a bit hurt, but supports Eren.

Which transitions the duo into Romantic/Platonic instead of Platonic.

Mikasa's feelings take longer to brew, but Eren certainly adores you.

Two problematic "rivals" for both of them could probably be Armin and Jean.

They both care for Armin and in earlier seasons despise Jean.

I imagine if you were close with Armin, the two are conflicted.

They care about Armin a ton, so they'd never get into violent fights.

Eren may express irritation or feel dejected, but Mikasa is calmer.

They may be more subtle with Armin in their attempts to distance you two.

But Jean causes a more volatile reaction from both of them.

Eren, in earlier seasons, naturally hates Jean's personality.

Plus iirc, Jean would flirt with Mikasa sometimes, which she hates.

Safe to say they both despise it when Jean speaks or flirts with you.

Eren starts to pick fights but Mikasa tries to soothe herself and pull you away.

Eventually, Mikasa realizes she loves you too.

She probably learns this while working with you in the Scouts for awhile or realizing how irritated she feels when you take your attention away.

Eventually she probably gets the courage to tell Eren about it, feeling guilty as she knows Eren loves you... but hasn't confessed.

Eren seems to have a mixed reaction to this information.

He's a bit possessive about you and is unsure what to think.

However, if Eren was going to share with anyone, it would be Mikasa.

Which then makes the duo both romantic.

Confessing... well, confessing takes time.

The two have gained a reputation when it comes to you.

Many in the regimen know Eren and Mikasa collectively have a thing for you.

It's seen in the way they fight beside you, always prioritizing you.

If you're in trouble, Mikasa's either cutting down a titan's nape or Eren's tackling them in his titan form.

As for human encounters?

They're somehow around you, watching carefully.

Both of them don't mind spilling blood, even more so in season 3.

If anyone dared to hurt you... they're dealing with a dangerous duo.

Now eventually... confessing will happen.

The two ask you to meet them in private, that or one of them approaches you to meet them in private.

Then when you all gather, the two let loose.

They tell you their feelings, everything from how much they care about you to how jealous they are of those around you.

They admit they're scared to lose you and both want to date you.

The decision is... difficult, no doubt.

However, the two are willing to wait.

Due to their persistence... there's a good chance they aren't willing to give you up completely...

But they will wait until you're ready to accept them.

If you don't? Well... They'll find some way to convince you to see it their way... Even if it means losing the freedom you strive for.

For example, they stage an injury to keep you out of combat and with them... or they just straight up go rogue and kidnap you.

If anyone tried to stop them, Mikasa isn't afraid to bloody her blade and Eren certainly isn't holding back either.

You may be crying... shaking at the sight of them covered in blood... but everything will be okay in the end, that's what they say.

Soon... Soon they know you'll be happy with them.

You just need some convincing....

[murkycran]

Radiostatic/Voxal Fic Rec List

Welcome to my Radiostatic/Voxal Fic Rec List! ^_^ This will include romantic, platonic, and/or queerplatonic Radiostatic fics (and admittedly probably a couple of Radiosilence fics, too).

I will keep updating this periodically as I read more fics, so feel free to check back every once and a while! I'll reblog it when I update it, plus make a note with the date at the top. Trust me, this is by no means a complete list; there's fics I still want to add to this that I just haven't gotten to yet. I just decided to go ahead and post it anyways, because if I kept waiting until I ran out of fics to rec I'd probably be working on this forever.

These are not in any particular order; I'm going by both my Bookmarks list on AO3 and my memory of fics I forgot to bookmark. I also tried to make notes on what fics were written before season 1 released, but I might have missed some, so keep that in mind.

Please let me know if any links don't work or are wrong!

✨Before you proceed:✨ read the tags on these fics if you decide to read them. Many of them have heavy material - no surprise given the fandom, but still, felt like this needed said. On that note, there's also fics with explicit material and some fics are straight up PWP. Again, read at your own risk/heed the tags.

Fic Rec List Masterpost

Staticmoth Fic Rec List

Misc. Vox Fic Rec List

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Radio Healed the Video Star by Aspiring_Forest_Witch

Summary: Alastor comes across an unconscious and battered Vox while out on one of his strolls. He feels compelled to bring him back to the hotel.

Notes: 98% of this fic was written before season 1 was released, so keep that in mind, because there's obviously going to be inconsistencies with canon. It's nearly finished (at least according to the author's notes in the latest chapters, I think). I suggest pacing yourself with this one - it's nearly 700k words long. I ruined a good sleep schedule staying up to get through it. (So worth it though.) There are quite a few OCs in later chapters, but they're such good OCs. You fall in love with them just as much as the canon characters, I swear. I would die for Verity and the Trio.

Let's Misbehave by joosymango

Summary: Alastor wins a bet against Vox, now his rival must stop pestering him for two weeks. It should be a pleasant break! So why does he miss the idiot?

Notes: Vaguely inspired by Aspiring_Forest_Witch's Radio Healed the Video Star. Also largely written before season 1 release. First fic I read for the HH fandom. ^_^

Safe with Me Series by rillo (rillyrillo)

Summary: Having only ever set his sights on men who treat women with odious disrespect, Alastor never thought he'd take interest in Vox's turbulent relationship with his fiancé and business partner, Valentino. He decides to lend a helping hand in the hopes of getting Vox out of his sticky situation. After all, what are childhood enemies for?

Unfortunately, neither Alastor nor Vox could've predicted the rollercoaster of unsaid emotions and future horrors that are thrown their way. Will they be able to rely on each other and get by unscathed? Or will destiny have other plans for these two?

[HUMAN AU] [There's art included for the human designs]

Notes: It's so, so good. ;-; Heed the tags. There's a prequel consisting of oneshots, plus a sequel (listed below, bc I can't not put it here)! And there's ART! So much art!

You, My Everything by rillo (rillyrillo)

Summary: Some say that love can conquer all, even in Hell.

Vox begged to differ, and he was damn well sure Alastor did too – or at least he would be, if Alastor hadn’t become one big question mark.

Sequel to Safe with Me.

Notes: Only read if you've read Safe With Me!!! Still pretty early in the story but so good. ;-; The angst, I swear...

You're on the Air by rillo (rillyrillo)

Summary: A series of short, daily conversations between a radio host and his avid listener, as the two learn more about each other’s lives over the air. Set in the late 90s/early 2000s.

Notes: Same author as Safe with Me, but not set in the same universe! This one is set up in a literal radio show format; almost entirely dialogue-centric.

Of Candied Pine and Cherried Smoke by rillo (rillyrillo)

Summary: Inspired by x_Arcticfox_x’s fanfiction: Blue Raspberries And Cherry Cola

After overdosing on them one too many times to curb the steadily weakening suppressants, Vox's body rejects them outright. Now with his scent getting stronger, he finds himself struggling to hide his true status as an Omega. In his desperation, he seeks help from the one person that knows his secret: Alastor.

Notes: Omegaverse. Same author as Safe with Me series and You're on the Air!

Blue Raspberries And Cherry Cola by x_Arcticfox_x

Summary: Vox is an omega, that's his biggest secret.

During his life time he hid this fact using suppressants, and counited to in death. One day he runs out of pills and his supplier is out of stock for the time being so Vox is forced to submit to the torture of going through heat for the first time in decades.

Too bad his business partner only see's omega's as mere object's...

But hey, at least Angel found him just in time, right?

Notes: Omegaverse. Currently on hold, but has 14 chapters currently available for reading. :)

Once Bitten, Twice Shy by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Alastor decides that it's time to claim what is rightfully his, consequences be damned.

Notes: It's not porn but it might as well have been for how fucking intense this scene was. 😳

Dripping Pink by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Just before an Overlord meeting, Alastor gets infected by an off-market, highly potent, and incredibly dangerous love potion. Nobody realises until it's too late.

Notes: Simultaneously funny as fuck and erotic as all hell. I suffered from so much secondhand embarrassment on Vox's behalf. It's wonderful. :D

Lucidity's Fog by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Ever since he met Alastor, Vox has been having raunchy dreams about the deer. Those dreams suddenly stop when Alastor disappears. For seven years, he's free of the guilt, of the shame brought on by his unconscious desire.

Until Alastor comes back, and Vox is plagued by a new dream the same day he finds out about the news. This time, however, something is distinctively different about how the deer is acting.

Notes: Author tagged for light angst, but ngl the ending did not feel like 'light' angst to me lol. Hurt in a good way.

Finger Tips and Dotted Lips by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Alastor has sensitive hands; he finds this out at the most inconvenient time possible. Unfortunately, Vox is the one who ends up paying the price for it.

Having to help a seemingly broken Overlord whilst navigating this new discovery proves to be a little more taxing than the Radio Demon could ever have imagined.

Notes: Alastor is such a troll in this omg.

Thawing Out by Seaside_Dreaming

Summary: Seeing a small crack in Vox's screen nags at Alastor more than he likes to admit.

Vox wishes things were better. Sooner or later, Alastor has to come to terms with the fact he has feelings, in general.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. HIGHLY suggest reading the prequel one-shot. It's not necessary to understand the plot here, but you should read it anyway.

Static by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox creates a new and improved version of himself to please Val, only to be replaced by it. He is left beaten and broken with no one to turn to . . . except maybe his oldest enemy, Alastor.

Notes: Written before season 1 release.

Hating you feels so good by TwoBitJester

Summary: Vox obsesses over his returned enemy and finds himself a little too wound up

Notes: Very good PWP.

Laced Over Dinner by hazbinhearts

Summary: Vox is persuaded to dress a little differently over dinner for Alastor, but finds it remarkably uncomfortable as the night goes on. Written for VoxWeek21 Day 3: dressing up [appearance, formal, dance].

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Corsets. 😳

Observer by DeviousPossum

Summary: He moved the cursor to click off, when he suddenly heard a very recognizable static laced tone.

Alastor.

Alastor.

What the fuck. Alastor is singing.

Vox unintentionally ran claw marks across his desk, an increasingly common habit for him as of late. He grimaced at his now ruined table and unsuccessfully tried to reel in an inexplicable feeling that could only be described as jealousy.

Notes: Porn with a tiny bit of plot in the first chapter. :3

RadioTV Week 2021 Series by Heliosolar

Summary: Pretty much the title; various prompts.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. All worth reading, though they aren't connected.

Sharkblocking by Anonymous

Summary: Alastor is Vox’s number one rival. Incidentally, though nobody involved is aware of it, Alastor’s number one rival is actually Vox’s pet shark.

In which Alastor is actually a little obsessed back and Vark is the biggest obstacle to Radiostatic short of canon itself.

Notes: VARK!

Control + V by TooManyPsuedonyms

Summary: Vox and Alastor have a... thing. Not quite a relationship, but something. Vox is too scared to define it properly, and Alastor is dead set that Vox will eventually get bored of his lack of reciprocity and move on.

So, Valentino tries to show Vox what he is missing.

... too bad Vox didn't want him like that. ... too bad Alastor didn't know want is a vague word.

Notes: Heed the tags!!! There's currently a sequel; I haven't read it yet, but I definitely plan to. 👀

gift of the magi by vol_ctrl

Summary: "... Although husband and wife are now left with gifts that neither one can use, they realize how far they are willing to go to show their love for each other, and how priceless their love really is ..."

Alastor/Vox established relationship fluff.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Very sweet. ^_^

the lost tape by vol_ctrl

Summary: There's a NEW ambitious media demon in Pentagram City. You never get a second chance to make a first impression, right?

Notes: Written before season 1 release.

12 Days of Yuletide by vol_ctrl

Summary: A parody of the 12 Days of Christmas traditional tune, as can only be done by Vox gifting to his beloved adversary.

Or, a series of letters from the desk of Alastor upon receiving a series of increasingly elaborate gifts from his insufferably modern foil during the holiday season.

Notes: Written before season 1 release.

Fear makes the heart grow fonder by Graysongirl

Summary: After a bit of inspiration from an unlikely source Vox comes up with the plan that scaring Alastor is the best route to gaining his affections. The haunted house at LuLu World seems like the perfect (safe) environment for a bit of pre-planned scaring...

[Stand-alone staticradio]

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Funny af. "Red! Red!" XD

Cordyceps, King of Ants by spappest

Summary: Vox is tired. Of Valentino. Of Velvette. Of Alastor, and Hell, and everything in between. He can't escape, but he can cut himself off, piece by piece, until he feels nothing at all. Alastor takes exception to this approach and commissions a certain princess of Hell to fix his foe. Now Vox has a hotel of misfits on one side of him, overlords on the other, and Alastor crushing his cage ever smaller.

Clearly, the only way Vox will get any peace and quiet is to just kill God.

Valentino did always tell him that he had no chill.

Notes: Started before season 1 was released. Technically features Staticmoth but it's not the focus as much as Radiostatic (which honestly has a relationship status of ??? not romantic but also not friendship or even strictly enemies...just...Alastor and Vox). O_O I think about this fic on a daily basis.

Russian Roulette by spappest

Summary: Vox and Alastor play a game that Vox is way too excited to lose.

Notes: Started before season 1 release. Take note!!! I'm putting this on the Radiostatic list because it's almost entirely centered on Alastor and Vox's dynamic, but the romantic relationship is Staticmoth. The Staticmoth is just not featured very much.

Vox and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Afterlife by spappest

Summary: Alastor goes into rut.

Vox has a bad time. Then a good time. Then a very bad time. Then a brief vacation. Then a confusing time.

Notes: Background Staticmoth, but Radiostatic is most prominent. Funny af. Alastor and Vox have...a very special relationship. Lol.

Killer Ex by FanGirl48

Summary: Alastor was a serial killer who valued his privacy. So when someone who claims to know what he is tries to barge into his life he can't let them live, his secret must be protected at all cost.

A normally easy task easy task becomes complicated when Alastor's ex-boyfriend is dragged into the whole thing forcing the serial killer to go visit them for the first time in seven years.

Notes: Human AU. Love me some possessive Alastor. <3

Negotiations by FanGirl48

Summary: Vox had no interest in attending a meeting between Heaven and Hell following the failed attack by the Adam and his Exterminators. Alastor's little gremlin caused the mess, so he can go clean it up. Vox had nothing wanted nothing to do with the radio demon, king of hell or heaven.

But that was before Lucifer made the media overlord aware of Valentino's little job offer to his daughter.

Damnit Valentino!

Notes: "And they were roommates!" "Oh my god they were roommates"

Down, Up, and Back Down by CowboyEnthusiast

Summary: Vox dies. Surprisingly no one takes this well.

Or, Vox dies and Alastor tries to drag his soul back from Purgatory.

Notes: Another fic I think about daily... Heavy themes. Heed the tags.

Hold Me Like a Grudge by Rachello344

Summary: Alastor has spent a long time running from Vox. Vox has chased after him almost as long. When suppressants fail throughout the city, they finally collide.

Notes: Omegaverse. Fun fact about this author: all their Radiostatic fic titles are from Fall Out Boy lyrics lol. (I fucking love FOB sue me.) I haven't yet read all of Rachello344's Radiostatic fics, BUT I have them all on my To Read list because I've loved everything I've read of theirs so far lol.

What Makes You So Special? by Rachello344

Summary: With Lucifer’s return to the Pride Ring, the other Deadly Sins were bound to take notice. When Asmodeus stops by the Pride Ring to visit the Morningstars, the Vees are able to make a deal to host a pop-up shop of the incredibly popular Lust Ring establishment, Ozzie’s, bringing it to the Pride Ring for the first time.

When Vox and Alastor both attend the restaurant’s opening night, long repressed sparks fly, forever changing their relationship.

Notes: Because of the pacing of this (sex first romance later), I feel like this is the Radiostatic equivalent of Femalefonzie's Freak-A-Zoid (a really good Staticmoth fic). This is hands down one of the most romantic Radiostatic fics I've read. ^_^

Hold Me Tight (or Don't) by Rachello344

Summary: Alastor and Vox finally come to an understanding, both of each other and of what they each mean to the other. Their relationship evolves accordingly, one concession at a time, until they both get everything they could possibly want: power, companionship, and even love.

Notes: So, so good.

Keep You Like an Oath by Rachello344

Summary: Alastor normally wouldn’t bother with the chore—breaking into V Tower was quite a lot of work, even for him—but he found himself curious about what Vox and his little friends might be working on. Especially since whatever it was had Angel concerned enough to report back to the rest of the hotel about it.

Of course, before he can learn anything, he’ll need to sneak past Vox’s watchful eye…

Notes: God it's just...so good. Read it. Radiostatic reconciliation. One thing I love about Rachello344 writing Radiostatic is Alastor's terms of endearment for Vox. ^_^

To Be Yours by pinegreenapples

Summary: Alastor hears something he hasn't heard in years. He decides to investigate why now, of all times, this frequency has turned back on. Vox is not amused.

Notes: Hurt no comfort. Hurts so good, though. ;-;

oleanders in june by spoondrifts

Summary: It seems like while Alastor was off preying on the self-destructive addictions of desperate sinners, Vox was off getting himself beaten half to death, probably from spouting belligerent nonsense at someone with violent tendencies and a far lower threshold for disrespect than Alastor. Not everyone finds poor Vox’s chatter as charming as he does.

If Vox is unconscious, then Vox is not being entertaining, and Alastor came here to have fun, not play nursemaid.

Or: Drunk on power and itching to cause some mayhem, Alastor hunts down the only person in the city who's always up for anything. Unfortunately, he finds Vox... not exactly in tip-top shape. No matter; he can work with that too.

Notes: ^_^ Very sweet.

equilibrium by curtailed

Summary: Post-Finale. The Hotel finds Alastor right on the front lawn, unconscious and bleeding, still injured from Adam's blade. While he recovers, all of Hell scrambles to find out who his mysterious rescuer is.

Meanwhile, Vox tries not to freak out that he might have accidentally made a soul bond to save that deer asshole's life. All he had wanted to do was to scope out the ruins of Alastor's radio tower. Fuck him for being curious, he supposed.

Notes: This fic has me in a CHOKEHOLD. I love the characterizations so, so much. Manages to fit in humor alongside the angst. One of the best fight scenes I've ever seen put into words. Curtailed really took Vox and Alastor as characters and planned out a cool fucking fight scene using their unique abilities. I automatically love anything tagged with "one fell first but the other fell harder" lol.

candlelight by curtailed

Summary: Despite the #SirRepentious success, Heaven remains skeptical of a sinner's ability to change. Logic gets lost somewhere, and really, what's a better way to show sinners can be marginally less horrible than to stick two Overlords who hate each other in the same living space?

OR

Alastor and Vox play house.

Notes: The comedy of Alastor and Vox being forced to be civil with each other and then unintentionally becoming very domestic together. Lol

wallow by curtailed

Summary: A 2+1 fic. Two times when Alastor and Vox were in a love triangle (hard quote on love, hard quote on triangle), and the one time Alastor had Vox to himself.

Notes: Only 1 (very good) chapter so far, but safe to say pretty heavy already. Heed the tags.

Addicted by Dancingdog

Summary: After the latest argument with Valentino, Vox finds himself at the Hazbin Hotel. An injured Alastor is less-than-pleased to see him, which is understandable considering they are enemies.

But as more and more of Valentino's venom leaves his system, Vox begins to remember his days before V-Tower and he learns exactly why Alastor rejected his offer all those decades ago.

His memories return in fits and spurts - not all of them good. His past with Alastor isn't something he expected and it turns out that he isn't the only one suffering.

Notes: Dude. This fic hurt me. Such good angst.

Radio Made the Video Star Series by songofhell

Summary: Snippets of Vox and Alastor's afterlife, and their journey from strangers to friends to enemies to... something more.

Notes: Pretty much what the series summary says - a series of installments that chronicle the beginning and subsequent evolution of Alastor and Vox's relationship. Very good, has tons of possessive!Alastor, which I die for.

Uneasy by Saezs

Summary: “Something’s wrong with Voxy.”

Velvette’s eyes snapped to the tall moth pimp. “And?” she prompted with a raised eyebrow. As if she needed to deal with two piss babies this close to a show. Valentino shrugged, tapping away on his phone, and walked away to stand threateningly close to her new models. Before she could snap at him, she saw it; his wings were twitching. Barely noticeable to strangers, just under the hum of the building’s lights, he was squeaking with each tap of his fingers. She felt unease and a healthy dose of aggravation swirl in her stomach.

Or: Vox was roofied and sexually assaulted. Velvette tries to be better than her mother. Unexpected connections are formed.

Notes: Heed the tags! Features genderfluid Vox. :)

Five Times Vox and Alastor Danced and One Time They Didn't by Drowsy_Salamander

Summary: “I say, good fellow, what are you doing on the ground like that?”

The voice was perky, cheerful, and bright. It had a crisp mid-Atlantic accent, the kind Vox remembered being all the rage for stage and film performers back when he first entered the broadcast industry. The diction was crystal clear with every sound enunciated separately to maximise clarity, the consonants clicked and the vowels were broad. It was a performer’s voice.

A voice for radio.

Oh shit.

... Five times Vox and Alastor danced and one time Vox and Alastor didn't.

From their first meeting through their friendship, to their enmity and fighting. From infatuation to yearning to animosity. Dancing is a partnership, is it not?

Notes: Each chapter so far has been a different type of dance, which is really neat. Especially chapter 2. ^_^ That said, there's a feeling of impending doom, knowing what happens to their relationship eventually... Not saying that as a deterrent but just a comment on how I felt while reading it lol. It's very sweet, which is why it hurts to think of future chapters. 🙃

Days Long Past by Momo52

Summary: All sinners of hell bore some physical marks of how they lived and died. Some physical manifestations were more obvious while others were subtle. Vox was not an exception to this rule.

While his television head was an obvious indication of his life while on Earth, the mark he bore from his death was far more subdued. Luckily enough, his shame was easily concealed behind a high collar. Unfortunately, he is just as well known in his afterlife as he was in his life. As such, trying to make everyone believe that he is so much stronger than what his death implies is a constant battle. He only wished that he wasn’t the hardest one to convince.

Notes: I think platonic Radiostatic is the endgame here. Still pretty early in the story, but I'm really liking this author's depiction of Vox and Alastor's pasts. Heed the tags. There are heavy subjects such as suicide (very big theme for Vox's pov) and period-typical racism (in Alastor's past) present in the story.

Remote Access by x-UsoTsuki-x (its_not_reael)

Summary: In the aftermath of Alastor and Vox's electrifying on-air showdown, Vox finds himself unusually rattled. His usual suave demeanor is slipping, much to his cohorts' amusement – and concern. Velvet can do little more than roll her eyes at his antics. Valentino, on the other hand, is convinced that all Vox needs to do is get fucked and relax.

or, alternatively...

The tech-savvy overlord manages to snag a virus from a porn site and finds himself in the arms of his worst enemy.

Notes: Fairly certain this is firmly Radiosilence based on the tags (and the direction of the story so far). Very funny, very hot. Vox is pathetic in this one. Lol

Nun-thing Like You've Ever Seen Series by A_Cypress_Coffin

Summary: Alastor, the feared radio demon with more blood on his hands than most of hell combined, wasn't always as we imagine him. There was a time where instead of a dapper suit and smile he donned a simple vow and habit. That didn't last of course, but the journey is quite something.

Notes: This author has a great sense of humor, lmao. I enjoyed the unique headcanons for Alastor's backstory. The tag that hooked me: "Accidentally becoming a better person through bad domming and found family".

Empathia by The_Oblivious_Swallow

Summary: Creating new technology is boring, sex is physically unappealing, the other Vee’s are so annoying, annoying, annoying! Even Vark, his baby, his pride and joy, doesn’t stir the same joy in his heart like he should.

So, Vox had concluded that it had to go. For his sake.

Notes: Contains Staticmoth, but Radiostatic seems like the endgame (I write this as there is one chapter still left). Really interesting idea. I love Vox.exe so much. ;-;

Every Madman Has His Vice by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: “What the fuck do you want, Alastor? Was it not enough to kill me all those years ago? Now, you had to go for the people I loved and the only things I had left in this fucking Hellhole?”

“It was my fault,” Alastor whispers as he approaches Vox slowly, as if he was some sort of wounded animal he didn’t want to scare off. His prey. “Vox, I’m sorry. If I had a chance to redo that night, I would never have hurt you to this extent. I’ll never harm you again.”

“That’s seven years too fucking late, Alastor.”

OR: Seven years ago, instead of Alastor disappearing, it was Vox who left instead.

Notes: I’m so fucking here for this AU. Possessive Alastor, Vox helping with the hotel, Husk is still an Overlord, yessss

Metathesiophobia (Fear of Change) by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: There's a lot that can change in seven years.

But never once had Alastor expected for something like this from his old rival and older friend.

Or, Alastor and Vox start to rekindle their old friendship again after a shocking discovery strikes the deer demon.

Notes: QPR Radiostatic with MtF Vox! Contains a smidge of Staticmoth, but it's in the background and not the focus. Very well written.

surimi and venison by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: A series of short drabbles (500+ words) in an interconnected universe (peep the tags, they're still in hell), centering around Alastor and his new pet fish... shark... television thing. Will (hopefully) update 1-2 times a week. Written as my attempt at a Mermay series.

Notes: Like the summary says, Mermay prompts featuring SharkHybrid!Vox, along with Alastor, who literally saw Vox and decided to make him his pet. Lol.

an arm and a leg, my dear, les yeux d'la tête by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: “I mean, usually when Val gets mad he gets like, super pissy too an’ starts destroyin’ shit ‘round the set and in his clubs, but like, usually Vox can calm him down. Problem is, where the Hell is that guy? I haven’t seen ‘im round the Tower for like, a month or two now. That ain’t normal.”

“What, so you mean he just up and left?”

“No, but like… he hasn’t been seen ‘in public’ for like, two months now. It’s startin’ to get suspicious. Like, I ‘unno if I’m just paranoid or something, but… Vox is like, the fuckin’ face of Hell’s Entertainment District. When he’s not round for a bit, that’s nothing to worry about on its own… but when he’s not round for a bit an’ Val and Velvette are creeping around, looking for his rival…? I mean… the dots are connecting. If Al did something…”

“If Vox was dead, we would know.” OR: Two months ago, Vox went missing. Right now, it seems as if Alastor has something to hide.

Notes: Vox gets attic-wifed and wears a virgin killer sweater. ^_^

we'll go down together in the ashes of our love by phantasm_png (chibellero)

Summary: Glimpses into the Radio Demon's life as he reluctantly navigates parenthood with his co-parenting partner and the demon princess hoisted onto him by the King and Queen of Hell.

Loosely inspired by Spy X Family.

Notes: CUTE! I love domestic Radiostatic.

What Has Been by Tianren

Summary: Vox has never known peace. From being the son of a egocentric cult leader, to being the boyfriend of a self absorbed abuser. Vox has managed to build a pretty sad life for himself. The only spot of sunshine that had ever blessed his existence was when he met an amateur true crime investigative journalist, with a podcast named, Alastor. The man was his only source of unfiltered news and contact to the world outside his father’s compound. But after Vox finally escaped the cult he waited for Alastor. Waited weeks in their assigned meeting spot just to be forgotten. Vox was convinced he’d stopped waiting for Alastor years ago until he meets the man again seven years later at a hotel. What will reconnecting with his past lead to and will it help him escape the hell he’s built for himself?

Takes place in the late 2000s early 2010s

Trigger warning for religious trauma and abuse as major themes of this story. Will add more warnings if they arise as I go on.

Notes: Really interesting human AU concept!

(Fic rec list to be continued)

[dragonrider9905]

Midnight Dances

Summery: You and Wrecker have a dance at midnight; accidental spilling of feelings. Warnings: None that I can think of; pure fluff.

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@rinksu-no-joo here you go!!!!!! Thank you so much for taking a chance on my writing!!!! I really hope you enjoy this little drabble :) I never wrote Wrecker before this so I hope I did him justice. I really enjoyed doing it. He's such a sweetheart! Without further ado, I present....

It was nearly twelve. 

You looked at the chrono on the wall of the Marauder and sighed, sinking further into your seat and settling your head in your rest-folded arms, being careful of the long tails that fell from your head. The ship was quiet. The air was still and warm. The summer waves just outside your walls softly rolled onto the beaches of Pabu and you could hear from the open door the soft whooshing of water and swaying of trees. A soft breeze whispered through the night inviting you out.

If montrals could twitch with delight, yours would be. You didn't know where the Batchers were, but you knew they were safe and happy like they ought to be. They’d gone to dinner at Shep’s again so you figured they were still there. You stayed behind to enjoy the time alone while you still could. You loved the boys but sometimes being around them ALL the time could be a bit much…especially if you wanted to spend time with just one of them…Sometimes being alone helped you forget the loneliness you felt.

Smiling to yourself, you straightened. Time be darned, you’d go for a walk! Pabu was always gently lit with warm light and on a night like tonight, so perfect and still, why not?

You pushed yourself up in a heartbeat and skipped down the stairs of the Marauder, an alluring adventure awaited!  

You always enjoyed being out at night on the island. The cold light of the moon and the warm lights of the fire danced on your orange skin in such a way you'd always felt beautiful. The odd mixtures of light illuminated and highlighted the markings on your face. The teal and ocean blue almost looked green and purple in the deceiving truth of certain angles. Lines of two strips that ended in swirls landed where most human eyebrows were. Three diamonds centered on your forehead while thin lines swirled in and around them, retreating to your hairline, crowning you like a princess. On your cheeks, two distinctive but simple swivels that matched your head tails made their way from your temple across your cheeks, stopping right before the chin. You'd like to think the moonlight made you look like a sprite while the fire made you a fierce warrior. 

At least, that's how you hoped a particular someone viewed you.

The Veranda was beautiful at this time of night. It was empty but not devoid. Instead, life sprouted from everywhere! Flowers and trees and music! Music? Where was that coming from?

 “Shep thought some strings would be a good way to celebrate the beginning of swordfish season. Whatdaya think?” 

Nearly jumping out of your skin, you yelped.

“Wrecker!”

“Haha I knew where to find you. Miss me yet?”

Yes, actually.

You smiled bashfully. 

“I–” 

Wrecker cut you off before you had a chance to finish. 

“Well I missed YOU. Dinner was great, as always, but the company wasn't the same without ya. So I thought I'd find ya. Having fun all by yourself?”

You hummed. “Yes, but, I'd have more fun if you joined me.”

“Great! What are we doing?”

You paused for a moment. When by yourself, you usually liked to think and look at the stars or the nature around you. You rarely got to spend time alone with Wrecker to know what to do with only him. Omega or one of his brothers always trailed along. You’d often dreamed of the chance but never got it. You came up with so many scenarios and now you couldn’t recall one. 

You doubted you'd get any thinking in, that weren't thoughts of Wrecker. Plus, if you were going to be alone —together—, you should do more than just think! You should do something! Something that could involve talking! You loved talking to Wrecker. He was always cheerful, finding any way he could light those around him in a glow of happiness. Making you laugh when you were down and giggle in delight when you were happy. 

What would be a good idea….? 

Think think think. Come on! Think of something fast.

Wrecker waited expectedly and patiently, like he always did with you when he asked you a question that made you pause and consider. His head was cocked to the side and a crooked smile graced his face. He looked like he was enjoying something immensely but you had no idea what. He started rocking back and forth from his heel to his toe in a very impish manner. You had to say, you loved that about him. 

Wait…something about the movement…

Then a lightbulb went on.

“Say big guy, wanna dance?”

You held out your hand, cheeks pulled upward in the tightest grin you could make. 

“It'll be fun! Trust me!”

Wrecker hesitated

“I, uh,” Wrecker rubbed the back of his head uncertainly, “I don’t know how to dance.” His face turned red and he looked away, embarrassed. 

“Oh come on, I’ll teach you!”

“I don’t want to hurt you. Stepping on your feet…I’m too big and clumsy and…” he trailed off. “I’d do some damage.”

By the look of complete and utter disappointment on his face, you could tell he wanted to. Wrecker was an open book and you could read him like a page lit by the Tatooine suns…for almost everything. The only thing you couldn’t tell was how he felt about you. 

That was irrelevant though. Right now, what mattered was he wanted to dance.

But he didn’t want to hurt you. 

Sweet, considerate Wrecker. Always thinking of others. 

You hummed thoughtfully, cocking your head to the side in thought, your head tails swaying with the motion. An idea struck and a smile spread across your face into your eyes. 

“I got an idea.”

Lifting to your tiptoes, you delicately stepped onto the tops of his steel toed shoes. Your feet, the fraction of a size of his, fit perfectly on top. 

You were close to him. Closer than you'd ever been before. You were practically in a permanent hug and you were grateful for the armor he was wearing so he couldn't feel how hard your heart was beating. It wouldn't take Hunter's enhanced senses for anyone to notice at that range without the chesptlate’s obstruction. 

Taking a deep breath, you gently guided one of Wrecker's hands to your waist and the other, you weaved your fingers through his, squeezing softly in assurance. 

“Ok, now just let the music guide you. Lift your left foot and step forward. Lift and step to the side. Lift and step back. Good! See!…there! We're dancing!”

Wrecker swayed slowly to the music, fully concentrating on the steps he took lest he'd knock you over and you both would lose your balance. But he held on firmly, like a rock in the sea. Never once did you doubt. Never once did you feel you'd sink. Never once did you think you'd crash and burn because you were on a cloud of heaven being carried away by its angel. 

It was slow. Not even good, clumsy almost. But it was perfect. 

After a few moments of silence, you decided to say something. 

“So, Wrecker, do you believe in love?”

Well that was stupid. Cringing inwardly and repressing an eyeroll to yourself, you felt your face flood with heat. Looking down to let the moment pass, you nearly missed his response. 

A quiet “yes.” Almost a whisper. A very uncharacteristical tone in his voice that made you look up. 

“Good.” You smiled at him. “It’s a beautiful thing. Ever think you’ll fall in love?”

Silence.

Well that was stupid. 

“But I have to say,” you continued to cover your blunder, “love at first sight doesn’t exist.” You rolled your eyes and continued. “That’s just some silly notion a card and gift store made up so they could sell holofilms.”

Wrecker did a full stop. He lifted his head as if surprised, leaning back so as to look you in the face, searching your eyes and questioning your soul. 

“Then how else do I describe the feeling I got when I first saw you?”

It was your turn to stare agape. 

“Wait…You…love me?”

“Apparently not, according to you.”

Time froze around you. The birds stopped chirping their early morning calls, the ocean silenced it’s waves for you, and the wind stopped its whispers. 

“You love me.” The words came out confident but only in a hushed voice. The realization settling into your bones. You nodded, tears coming to your eyes, then you laughed. 

“You love me?” You nearly shouted this time, throwing your arms up and around Wrecker’s neck. 

Your laughs wrapped you both in a blanket and broke the spell around you. Wrecker wrapped his arms tighter around you and spun with a laugh of his own. 

Setting you down, he placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“I do. I love you.”

You could shout for joy, but that wouldn’t be a good idea considering the lateness of the hour. Instead, you cuddled closer to him, tightening your embrace.

“I love you too, Wreck. So, so much. You made me so happy.”

Wrecker rested his head on yours, careful of the tips that rose gracefully from your head, and started the steps you taught him again. After a moment of silence, he spoke: 

“Say, I like dancing lessons. Maybe we can learn more tomorrow night?”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

Dividers by @djarrex and @ve-ti-ver

[gucciwins]

how are firefighter!harry and yn doing this winter?🎄i feel like harry would be constantly worried about yn because it’s so cold. like making sure she has hot water bottles every day when he’s not there to warn her himself. or even they go ice skating hes so worried for her safety. or yns worries when harry gets called out on a join in like blizzard weather :((☃️❄️

I love you, no one has asked about firefighter!harry in the longest time. So thank you so much for allowing to write about him again. enjoy this 1.8k blurb

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“Angel, your gloves,” Harry places them in her hand, taking her hot cocoa from her hand as he waits for her to put on her black mittens. 

“The cocoa was keeping me warm,” she mutters. 

Harry shakes his head; he constantly worries about Y/N, but that triples during the winter. She shared how the winter is her least favorite season until it snows, then it’s all she will talk about. He’s sure if he wasn’t around, her poor hands would have been close to falling off from the cold. 

“You made me put on a hat and two extra layers, Harry.” 

He sighs, tugging her to sit on his lap; her purple corduroy puffer covers her face. He moves it to the side, happy to see a smile on her face. “My angel, you know I don’t want you falling sick.”

Y/N lets her hands rest over his shoulder, happy to be wrapped up in his warmth. She lets her hands play with the small curls that peek from the beanie on his head, showcasing his firefighter house. 

“But I’m going to get hot as we skate, H.” 

“Rather you start sweating, firebug, than for you to be cold.” 

She nods, giving in. He’s only watching out for her, and she isn't making it easy. He had even helped her lace up her skates before getting her hot cocoa. She didn’t even have to ask. He knew that she would want one as soon as they arrived because of the aroma, and she never said no to a good warm cup of yumminess. 

“Thank you for looking out for me.” 

The grin on Harry’s face is something that will always fill her with warmth. He leans his head, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Always, angel. Now drink up. We got skating to do.” 

“Will we get donuts after?” 

Harry chuckles, “only if you’re good.” 

She presses kiss after kiss to his cheeks and then his lips, and Harry knows he’d get her anything she wished for.

After their successful ice skating date, where Y/N happens to be more graceful than on her two feet, they went home to coffee and donuts. Y/N loved the shop right by their house; as always, Y/N ate one before exiting the shop. It’s a reason Harry always buys seven instead of six. 

Sundays are their favorite days together because they both have the day off and dedicate it to each other. Sometimes it’s going out, and other times it’s staying at home under the covers watching old seasons of Survivor on their TV. Harry was a big fan, and Y/N was quick to fall down the rabbit hole with him when he played her his favorite season. It’s always their day.

Monday is a work day for both of them, where Y/N goes in for her 12-hour shift at the hospital, and Harry goes to the firehouse for his 24 hours. They might not see each other, but there is a constant string of texts on their phone to show that they are constantly thinking about one another. 

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you, angel?” Harry asks his girlfriend this morning as they both finish getting ready.

She shakes her head as she puts away her mascara. “Promise I’ll drive safe, H.” Y/N drapes her hands around his neck, bringing him down for a kiss he happily leans into. “Plus, I don’t want your hard work to go to waste. I know you cleared the driveway and cleared off the snow on my windshield.” 

“Doesn’t matter to me, angel,” he mutters against her lips. 

Y/N gives him one last peck before pulling away. “It does to me. Plus, how will I get home after my shift if you’re at the fire station?” 

He sighs, giving in, knowing you’re right. “But you’ll call me when you arrive and get home.” 

She smiles; he’s such a worry wart. Not that she blames him, she’s given him many reasons to worry from the moment they met after so many accidents. Yet, since he’s come into her life, there has been none because he’s always a moment away to save her from trouble, whether it’s an overflowing pot on the stove or maintaining the upkeep of her car. 

“I promise.” 

“Thank you.” 

“I love you, Harry.” 

Harry grins, happily showing off the dimples she loves to see. “I love you, too, firebug.” 

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Y/N had been inside all day making her rounds with the young patients, ensuring their vitals were good and giving them new activities to have in their room. Most wanted colors and paper to make drawings for nurses and their families to hang around. She did not go out for lunch instead ate pasta that her friend Crystal offered, telling Y/N that she brought an extra plate for her. It also meant she did not see the snowstorm that had been growing since the morning. 

It wasn’t until a patient was rushed in by a father and his daughter coming home from the market that a truck ran into them, the conditions not letting the drivers see the traffic light or any other cars. It was a head-on collision. The father was rushed to emergency surgery while the daughter was sent to have a scan as she only seemed to have a few cuts on her face. The other driver suffered a broken leg and arm; thankfully, no surgery would be needed for him. 

Soon after, the emergency alerts landed across all phones, the beeping loud and insistent as they were warned of the blizzard taking place. Y/N knew she would be safe staying inside the hospital, but her worry increased as she thought of Harry and all the calls they would be getting. She knew he was trained and prepared, but it did not decrease her worry. 

Y/N excused herself, finding a quiet room to give Harry a call knowing that hearing his voice for even a second would calm her. The phone rang, and she knew he was out on a call. 

“H, I-I know you’re out doing your job. I know you promise me that you’ll do your best to stay safe every time, but some things are out of your control. But for me, please come home to me. I promise to stay warm,” she giggles, knowing it’s always his biggest concern about her never dressing appropriately for the weather. “I love you.” 

She hangs up and holds her head high. She’s seen him work and knows he does everything with his heart. At the end of the day, she trusts him and will wait to see him home.

There was a constant flux of patients coming in from injuries or to simply wait out the blizzard. The cafeteria was buzzing, and so was the Emergency room, but Y/N was still aware that her phone had yet to ring but knew that meant he was okay. It was only a few more hours. She could make it through. 

As her shift was ending, the storm was still intense, and she was too nervous to drive home and stayed the night in the hospital instead. She knew she could sleep in one of the cots in the break rooms, but for now, she’d work. Being there meant she was an extra hand to help. There were endless blankets passed around, something she was thankful for was that the power did not go out, meaning the store had not progressed. The news had informed them it would be gone by morning, but for now, she had to swallow her worries and continue to work. It wasn’t until close to the early morning that she sent Harry a final text and tried to rest a few hours before driving herself home. 

“Angel, come on.” Y/N hummed as she felt Harry rubbing her back and felt safe to turn and snuggle closer to his warmth. He laughed, “Come on, let me take you home.” 

Y/N blinked her eyes slowly and was surprised to see Harry sitting next to her, “Harry,” she breathed out. 

“Hi, my angel.” Harry grins as she quickly sits up and throws her hands around him, burying her face in his neck and allowing herself to breathe him in. 

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” she repeats over and over again. 

“Mhmm…we had a busy night. I’m sorry I couldn’t call.” She shakes her head because it doesn’t matter, not when she has him in her arms. 

“You’re okay.” 

Harry pulls her back, wanting to see his angel’s face. Her eyes are teary, and he feels his heartbreak knowing she was worried for him, but he’s so proud of her because she stayed here instead of bracing the store. He knows she was his strong girl, but tonight she was his brave girl for staying, not trying to brave out the storm. She also did it, he knows to ease his worry. When Harry’s on call, they’re all reminded to leave family and all other concerns behind because, as Lieutenant, he has other lives to worry about, but it doesn’t mean he didn’t take time to think about his love. Y/N was always at the forefront of his mind. She was never something he pushed aside because she was his home. She was who guarded his heart, and knowing that she was okay was enough to ease his beating heart. 

“I’m okay, angel.” He promises her. “Nothing happened. Promise I was careful.” 

“I’m sorry for all the calls and texts,” she looks away bashful, knowing she might have gone overboard.” 

Harry shakes his head, guiding her face gently to look back at him. “You’re okay, angel. I appreciated each text and voicemail. It left me calm knowing you were okay and that you were thinking of me.” 

“Always think of you,” she shares, and Harry coos he really needs to get her home. 

He presses a chaste kiss to her lips, but she follows after him deepening it, and he lets it go for a moment too long before backing up. “Let me drive you home, angel. We can take a warm shower and sleep before our next shifts.”

“The storm?” 

“Long gone,” he promises.

“My car is here.” 

Harry chuckles. She’s always one to worry about every little thing she must have learned from him. “I’ll drive you to work tomorrow.” 

“Okay, H.” 

He helps her up, helping her slip her hoodie on and then zipping up her puffer until she’s all bundled up, ready to brace the cold outside. He knows she’s pouting at all the layers but is thankful Y/N indulges in his small worries. 

“I feel like a marshmallow.” 

“At least you’re a cute marshmallow,” he teases.

“Harry!” She drags out. 

“Let’s go home, firebug. Got some warming up to do.” 

“Hot chocolate?” 

“Mhmm.”

“And kisses?” 

“Lots of them,” he promises. 

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Bad Batch Chopping Block

(some spoilers, tread carefully)

Alright, the safety net is gone. Even though Pabu still stands, it will never be safe for Omega or the boys anymore. The Empire has truly closed them in from every direction. So, who's gonna make it out of this season? Just to get this out of the way, Tech is either dead or comes back. The Tech Debate is too big to tackle here.

Definitely dead:

Echo- I think he's 100% a goner. Aside from being a strong mentor figure to Omega, Echo is gonna be a martyr for his cause. He believes so strongly in his fight for clone justice and he will follow it to the grave. I can definitely see him going out in a blaze of glory while Rex watches hopelessly. Plus, Echo dying might be the reason for Rex to retire and turn to Joopa farm. Echo is the last true connection he has to his old life and the 501st. Echo also gave Omega a new weapon which doesn't bode well for him. A gift he gave her is something she can remember him by.

Most likely dead:

Hunter- I do have some hope for him. There is a chance that writers don't kill him off because they want to finish the show with all the boys together. But sadly, that is unlikely. Hunter is the mentor figure and the first real paternal figure to Omega. As the oldest of the Batch (minus Echo), he has a responsibility to watch over them. In season 3, we see Crosshair slowly learning to take over as Omega's parental figure. It's possible that Hunter will die, as many mentor figures have before him, and Cross will carry the torch. I can definitely see that happening. Hunter dies protecting Omega and Crosshair is left to pick up the pieces

Wrecker- sweet Wrecker is too dang lovable. Unlike the others, he doesn't fit as neatly into a trope category like Crosshair and Hunter. Therefore, he could honestly survive because of that. However, I definitely think he could go out in a blaze of glory as well, something akin to Hevy or Hardcase. Imagine Wrecker getting caught in an explosion as he stays behind to save his brothers and Omega? But at the same time, I don't want it to happen.

50/50 (but most likely fine):

Crosshair- I honestly think he might make it out this season mostly in one piece. The only trope he fits right now is redemption equals death and honestly, I think we're past that point. Crosshair already began his redemption arc. He saved Omega, reconciled with his brothers, reconciled with Howzer, admitted his wrongs, and genuinely wants to be a better person. He doesn't need to prove to his family that he loves them or has changed because we see that. His brothers see that. Even his new poster shows him looking at his helmet. He has found the light. It's possible this show ends with him leaving his old life to retire with Omega. He could still die protecting her, but I'm starting to think otherwise.

Crosshair has suffered so much since this show started. I made a list, but we could be here all day talking about it. I feel like it would be overkill (literally) to just kill him off after he's come so far. Also, the fact that he is getting the Dad Batch ™ treatment means that they could be propping him up to take over the role from Hunter. That or they're speed-running Crosshair's dad mode activation because he was MIA for two seasons. Honestly, I think Crosshair narrative wise is mostly safe because his redemption arc is playing out right now instead of later down the line. His arc right now is mostly about coming to terms with himself, his trauma, and his identity as a sharpshooter and soldier. I really think that this show will end with him hanging up the helmet and raising Omega.

Fine:

Omega- let's be honest, they're not gonna kill off our sweet bean. She was been our focal character since the beginning and I can't see the writers going this dark. She's safe!

Alternatively: the Batch all live plus or minus one of them. The final episode could be all of them charging in together for one final fight. They make it out (mostly) and retire with Omega. Boom, the end.

[tulipsinthedas]

Just finished binging the Fallout tv show and 🤯 I've got so many thoughts running through this little brain of mine. So here's a very long rant no one asked for. Maybe I'll make a more digestible version later. Obviously SPOILERS AHEAD!!! Be warned!

First off - the lore. So many interesting things were added into the lore by this show that I find so fascinating, as well as theories I've had that were touched upon. All of which makes this very exciting but also leaves me DESPERATE for season two. The main thing that has really stuck with me is the confirmation that Vault-Tec were the ones to drop the bombs like hello??? I've always had an inkling ever since I started delving into fallout lore a good year or two ago that they were behind everything, but finally having it confirmed is so fun. Of course, some people out there are going to be irritated (L take) but this imo will make replays so much more interesting. Same with the addition of ghouls needing medication to keep from becoming feral. Although this begs some questions; what is the medicine? Is it just radaway, or something else entirely? Maybe it's connected to whatever Hancock used to ghoulify himself? Or maybe it's connected to Doctor Barrows' research into ghouls fom Fallout 3? Idk! But I hope it's answered in season 2.

Cooper being the inspiration behind the iconic vault boy mascot absolutely gagged me. It was kinda hinted at even in the beginning at the kids birthday party but I was still surprised. Pleasantly, of course. Other smaller things, like the BOS branding and helmets opening up, among other things, were also fun touches that develop the lore in ways that the games probably never would have. It's small things like this that despite livening up the wasteland, would be unnecessary uses of resources from a game-development standpoint. So I think if season 2 ends up being a banger like season 1, we could see a lot more tiny additions to the lore like this!

Secondly - the characters. I don't even know where to start. They were written so well which is such a critical part of a good series. Lucy, despite everything she goes through, stays true to her morals and by doing so, probably unknowingly, is changing those around her. Despite being stubborn, she's willing to listen and understand other viewpoints and adapt herself. It's so refreshing to see a main female lead who isn't written as either weak and naive or strong and boneheaded; she'd a perfect mix of both. I also appreciate them not making her a total push over, even in the beginning before she is given any reason to change. She grows, but never fails to stay true to herself. Plus the whole sex positive thing is an amazing touch to add as well, especially for a woman.

And while on this topic, Maximus is such a cutie pie. Writing characters that are selflessly aligned can definitely be a hit or miss, and without properly being fleshed out, can be one-dimensional, but I never felt that way with him. Despite trying to help others and be a good person, he still has flaws and does feels selfish things. They took the trope of the knight in shining armor, literally, and gave him actual human characteristics that made him feel real. Underneath his heroic demeanor, he's just a little guy who likes slippers and vault popcorn. Who just wants to be somewhere safe away from war and danger, to be where he can just relax and not have to worry. And his romance arc with Lucy is just way too cute. From the moment they met in Filly I knew something was going to happen and I was so excited when they finally kissed lmao. The sweet, innocent love at first sight thing they have going on is the perfect dichotomy to all the bloodshed and heavy themes going on in the rest of the show.

And finally, Cooper is reviving the inner ghoul lover in me and I cannot complain at all. As a certified Hancock lover, I feel seen ✋ also Walton Goggins is just incredibly fine. But that's besides the point. His character is arguably the best written because despite being an undeniably evil person, he is still likeable. 200 years have turned him into a man who had to lose his humanity to survive, and the pre-war flashbacks being shown through his eyes give him, and the story, so much depth. Despite his ways, you can't help but still feel for him, to still root for him and hope that he still has a little bit of that humanity left within him. Which imo was shown multiple times; for example him not killing Maximus in episode two even though he easily could have done so. And the fact that he's still searching for his family all these years later? When he was asked what has been keeping him going so long, I think they are his reason. Whether he is searching to reunite or to exact revenge on Barb for dropping the bombs while him and Janey were outside idk. But it makes his story all the more heartbreaking. I also love the writing for Norm, Moldaver, Dane, and so many others, but this is already too long ass it is.

Overall, this series was so good and I'll be impatiently awaiting season 2! Some things I'm hoping to see next seasons are super mutants for sure, as well as synths and more of the enclave. I think they went easy this season to test the waters and see just how interested people are. And now that they know people are very interested, I think they'll be more willing to invest a larger budget, and add more. Rant over!

[bradshawsbaby]

Happy Anniversary!!!!

You are one of the first if not the first top gun blog I followed last summer. I literally can’t watch the movie without telling all my friends about hangman and Phoenix!!

With that being said I’ll requested a little Drabble of my favorite family the hannix family!! Maybe a little older hannix when James and Ellie are FINALLY official. But honestly I’d take any hannix content so do whatever!!

Happy One Year!! 💖💖

Yay, thank you, love! It’s been so fun to watch our little Hannix fandom grow! 🥰 Here’s a little Older!Hannix, plus some James & Ellie!

Rolling his shoulders back with a tired sigh, Jake unlocked the back door to the house he’d been sharing with his family for nearly three decades. It was a good decision because as he stepped into the kitchen, he was instantly met with the mouthwatering aroma of his wife’s chicken and rice.

“Hi, Minx,” he greeted her, dropping his things on the small kitchen table and stepping up behind her to press a kiss to her cheek.

“Hey, babe,” Natasha replied, turning her head to smile up at him.

His beautiful Minx. She had more lines and wrinkles now than the day he’d first met her, and her dark hair was threaded liberally with streaks of silvery gray, but she was still the most breathtakingly beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Grinning, he cupped her chin in his hand and dropped a kiss on her lips, still desperate for her even after all these years.

“You’re home just in time,” she murmured, nudging him away playfully as she put the finishing touches on the meal she’d been preparing. “Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Mmm, and it smells good, too,” Jake sighed happily, leaning over the pot of rice and taking a deep sniff. To this day, he still had no idea how she seasoned it to make it taste so delicious.

“How was the debrief?” Nat asked, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes as she sliced vegetables.

Jake had been forced to stay later at work today to hold a meeting with the newest TOPGUN recruits. He enjoyed getting to work with the younger pilots, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t exhausted.

“It was alright,” he told her, snatching a carrot off the cutting board despite her protestations. “But my God, Minx, you’ve never seen such a cocky crew before. They think they know everything.”

“Trust me, I know cocky,” Natasha teased, turning to look up at him with a hand on her hip.

“Yeah, yeah. But I actually am the best,” he shot back with a smirk, earning him a swat on the arm.

“Shut up, Bagman, and go get cleaned up for dinner,” she laughed, shaking her head.

“Is Ellie home?” Jake asked as he went to grab his stuff off the table.

He and Natasha were getting used to no longer being empty nesters. The boys had long moved out, but Ellie had just moved back home after graduating from college last month. Jake was more than happy with the arrangement, feeling much better knowing that his baby girl was safe under his roof again.

“Mhm, she and James are watching a movie in the living room,” Nat explained, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

Jake froze at that. “Watching a movie, huh?” he asked suspiciously.

Natasha sighed and turned to face him, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yes, a movie. Do you really think James Bradshaw, who has been in our house practically every day since he was born, is going to jump our daughter’s bones in the middle of the living room?”

Frowning, Jake placed his hands on his hips and scowled. He certainly didn’t need that visual in his head, especially with his daughter and Baby Bradshaw’s relationship still being so new.

“Bagman, they’re both grown adults,” Nat laughed, rolling her eyes good-naturedly.

“Not while they’re under my roof!” Jake huffed, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive.

“It’s our roof, and I have no problem with our daughter and her boyfriend—who also happens to be our best friends’ son—watching a movie in our living room,” she retorted, trying to show him how ridiculous he was being.

He just grumbled in response, muttering under his breath as he walked out of the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, when everything was ready, Natasha walked into the living room to let the kids know that dinner was ready. To her surprise, she found her husband there as well.

Sitting right in the middle of a mortified Ellie and a sheepish James.

“Bagman!” Natasha scolded, frowning at him.

“It’s a good movie, Minx,” Jake smirked, leaning back comfortably on the couch. “You should join us.”

Join my “TOP ONE” Anniversary Celebration! 🥳

[cyncerity]

Okay, okay- random question, but. What are some theories you have expected for season 2 of Hazbin Hotel?

THIS POST CONTAINS HAZBIN S1 SPOILERS SO SCROLL IF YOU HAVENT FINISHED IT YET

ok ok so first thank you for asking a furlong my hazbin hyperfixation

second: i don’t know if i have any real theories?? I was kinda on a roll with them in S1, i’ve whole heartedly believed Vaggie was an angel since the pilot and when my friend and I sat down to watch the last two episodes i told her “if anyone is gonna die it’ll be Sir Pentious cause he’s kinda completed his arc (destroying the hotel -> protecting it) plus if they kill him they don’t have to get rid of a voice actor cause Alex Brightman also voices Adam.”

At first I and my friend were very upset that I was right, but then they killed Adam and I didn’t believe it. Like, c’mon, Vivzie is obviously friends with Alex enough to have him in both of her Hellaverse shows and to follow all of his broadway shows on Insta (found that out while looking for the character’s insta handles). But then they redeemed Sir Pentious (whoever first called him “Repentious” i love you) and i was like “oh yeah ok that makes sense.” I was also banking on Angel getting redeemed, but it makes sense for that to happen way later given that he’s a more prominent character.

Anyway S2 predictions:

Firstly, i think Pentious is gone have a bigger role. I personally base a lot of my headcanons on irl things, and Vivzie loves Alex too much to let him sit on the sidelines. I mean, cmon, Pentious, Adam, and Fizzarolli combined sing (or at least sing in) 8 songs. The only character that compares to that is Charlie, who also has 8, but she’s the main character. Fizz sings more than anyone else in Helluva (he’s 5 of those 8 songs) and he’s definitely not a main character. So yeah, more Pentious. And i honestly want that so much cause his thing with Cherri was cute for the two episodes it existed and i love naga designs and autism coded characters so he’s always been one of my faves.

As for Cherri, she’s probably my second fav from the pilot, so seeing her sing with everyone else at the finale was awesome. I want to see more of her so bad and i love her Aussie accent a lot. Unfortunately, i predict that she’s not going to care that much over Pentious. Maybe Pentious is gonna be freaking out in heaven over her, but besides her one “that’s hot” line, she definitely could tell he liked her but never cared. i don’t think we’ll get much of her in hell going “oh i miss Pentious so much i should’ve given him a chance.” That ship was written purely so they could have that kissing with the explosion in the background shot and you know what? I’m ok with that, it was cute and funny, it gave us a great shot, and that’s all it needed to be.

Also it gave me one of my fav moments in the finale that no one else seems to care about, which is Angel seeing how pathetic Pentious is and trying to wingman for him. Honestly to me it never really felt like Pentious made super great friends with anyone at the hotel. I get that they didn’t need to all be super close, the fact that they were all just speaking without animosity to him was enough given that he never had friends, but seeing that group pick with him on Angel’s door just didn’t do anything. I just figured they decided to imply that Angel and Pentious were friends off screen, and i was kinda just like “ok that sucks but whatever.” Then there was the “two dicks” scene and anything I doubted about their friendship went out the window. Cause yeah, Angel isn’t a super flashy “let’s hang out and talk a bunch and blah blah blah” kinda friend, he shows his friendship by having someone else’s back. He shows his friendship through actions; staying at the hotel when Vaggie says they should leave, fighting with Husk outside the bar and with Cherri in the pilot, playing along in Charlie’s drug skit with Pentious (Charlie was fucked for that, by the way), keeping Nifty safe from Valentino. Angel shows, he doesn’t tell. The fact that he went up to his bestie and, without Pentious asking him to or even knowing he was doing it, starting trying to convince her to give it a shot. Angel knows Cherri better than Pentious does, he knows what to say to get her interested. This is one of the outright nicest things Angel does for anyone in the series, and it made me believe in his and Pentious’s friendship instantly.

Anyway, sorry for that rant, i just love that scene a lot. Now, next prediction: the V’s are the next big bads. Or at least, the co-big bads. I think near the beginning of the season, they’ll be the no. 1 issue and by the end the show will have forgotten them again in favor of Lute and whatever’s going on with Lilith. Idk if Lilith will be a bad guy, i don’t wanna place bets on that yet (I really hope she isn’t tho, it’d be so cliche and we already have enough bad guys). Unless the shows pacing is as bad as it was this season, then the V’s will be important for like 1 or 2 episodes then disappear. Idk if they’ll cover Alastor’s deal here more, and how it probably almost definitely connects to Lilith, but there’s already 100 people posting in depth theories on them and i don’t really care so it’s not my place. I’m here for the Aroace rep and to watch Alastor be silly.

Another! this isn’t really a prediction, just something i want to happen but logically i know it won’t: I want Sir Pentious and Molly to meet, if only for a second. Even if it’s just a gag of Pentious seeing her and pausing for a few moments as to why she looks so familiar, I want someone to acknowledge Molly being in heaven. Even better, have Emily notice Molly. Have Emily notice that one of Heaven’s denizens looks like the demon she saw on trial, leading Emily to question Molly leading to the reveal that they’re twins, and Molly explaining that Angel, or Anthony, doesn’t deserve hell and is a good person. I need this.

Lastly, i want more Rosie (she won me over with the “Ace in the Hole” joke immediately), and Lucifer, but maybe Arackness (Angel’s brother, i can’t spell) and definitely Baxter. We saw them for like one shot in the finale, so Viv hasn’t forgotten about them. We know Viv had plans for Baxter at least and I love his design, I want more of him. With Pentious out of hell, we need a new deranged scientist. Maybe he can also be voiced by Alex Brightman.

anyway that’s about it, i have a lot of thoughts about this show and only a few theories, so thank you for reading!!

[cozypancakes]

When you rewatch the show, it's even more insane how calculated Farr truly was from the beginning, now that you know her role.

After the phone call, she instructed Peter to go immediately. She knew Hawkins had connections to the Campells, and being alone with their niece, he might have gotten the answers Farr wanted to hide. Also, when she hired Peter, it was for this purpose exactly. She was lucky the infamous Peter Sutherland was the agent on the metro, so he already had a connection she could later use against him if shit were to go down sideways. Farr probably thought it was easier for the assassins to kill Rose with just Peter that night, given he didn't have field experience, and if push came to shove, they could blame it all on him. When Peter and Rose survived that night, she changed her plans, meaning she would definitely use him now as the fall guy either way. Farr used the connection between Rose and Peter, emphasizing how important it is and playing into Peter's emotions by stating he has to keep Rose safe. She knows Peter is an upstanding guy. He cares a lot, and he wouldn't question her because she groomed him for a year, played the nice caring mentor he desperately wanted. Idk if she set up the assassins to come to Rose at the hotel when Peter arrived, but I guess she would then use Peter's anger if he were too late to rescue Rose and direct it to Hawkins (whom Peter already hated and Farr already planted the seed that Hawkins might be the traitor). But again she didn't calculate for Peter's skills and Roses influence to question authority for the first time. If Rose had given Peter the drive without them trying to steal the information, Farr would have manipulated it in a way that Hawkins would have stayed the fall guy.

When Rose suggested Peter and her are finishing the night action, she immediately played along. This was the best case scenario for her, with Rose not giving up she needed someone else to blame because Hawkins was not the perfect victim. What better than the guy who was already a suspect in the first place.

I mean Farr is terrifying, she doesn't seem to have any empathy for the situation besides to save her own ass and the presidents. When Peter found out about her involvement, my heart broke for him because yet again someone he looked up to betrayed him. Also good for Travers for seeing right through Farr, like shit I wouldn't buy the story Peter was behind Maddies kidnapping. Travers knew about Peter investigating the night action, she also knew him personally. Plus it's stupid of him to announce he is the kidnapper in the White House where he was likely to get arrested.

As you said if it wasn't for Rose, Peter would have ended in prison because he unknowingly would have helped Farr who would then dispose him to cover her own ass. I hope this betrayal will have a significance in s2, Peter can't trust the instruction. His entire life he's been betrayed, first his dad, then Jim, his ex fiancée and then Farr, the person he trusted so much he would have risked his life for. If I were him I would have taken a payout that would last my entire life and then I would vanish from the face of earth because fuck all of that.

Ugh! Poor Peter! You’re right, Farr’s betrayal was probably on the same level as his father and Jim’s. Can’t anyone take care of Peter like he deserves!

Desperately desperately wish Peter had gone through with his original plan to get a cabin somewhere and disappear. Him and Rose could’ve had their happily ever after.

Very curious to see where next season will take Peter. Cause, yes Farr sucks, but don’t tell me for a second that Travers didn’t manipulate him into taking the night agent job either! The “I wish I could tell you more” and “you could do so much good” lines. She knew exactly what to say to play into Peter’s weaknesses.

Amazing analysis on Farr! I agree, she never misses a bit throughout the season, always so collected. Made the reveal that much more shocking for the audience. I’d have to rewatch one more time but there was a moment in the beginning where Farr is telling Peter to take Rose in ep 1 and she says “you don’t tell her anything. She doesn’t tell you anything.” Made me wonder if, at least a little, she had grown to care about Peter at all. Like, if Rose knew something but kept her mouth shut then maybe they could kill Rose quickly and she’d never have to use Peter as the fall guy. I think that was the only instance that made me think that. Everything else was just Farr covering her own ass.

The scene with Ross and Farr at the end was perfection. Farr will get what’s coming to her

[horizon-verizon]

Unpopular opinion- If the roles were reversed and harwin was in daemon's position in episode 10 harwin would've done the same thing that Daemon did by figuring out ways to protect dragonstone and keep his family safe plus checking who their allies are. Rhaenys just told Daemon and rhaenyra that the greens usurped the throne, and they are coming for them and their children. Then we saw rhaenyra started going into labor. No man during that time would've thought the best thing was to be in the room with rhaenyra, knowing she was already in good hands with her ladies in waiting plus a war could literally show up at their door steps at any time after hearing that news. In episode 6, neither laenor nor harwin was in the birthing room when rhaenyra was giving birth to joffrey they both showed up after she was finished but I wouldn't call them bad fathers because they weren't at rhaenyra's bed side because for men back then it was normal to stay outside or just come when your wife is finished. For viserys case it was also the same because he wasn't with aemma during the labor he only showed up when aemma was having complications and they usually call the men in the room to let them make the decision. so some fans saying, "Oh, harwin would never do that, or harwin would've been their" is one of the most annoying takes ever. I would say laenor, Corlys, harwin, and viserys would have all done the same thing if they were in daemon shoes. so acting like it was very unusual in that time period for a man to not be with his wife while she was in labor, esp after hearing war is coming at their doorstep is one of the craziest takes of season 1.

We're talking about the show here. And this is a Watsonian reading.

A)

Well, the thing is that Show!Harwin does not have Show!Daemon's proclivity to ignore orders. While I do agree that he would have rather do as Daemon did because of his training and being used to being her guardsman, but because of the different type of dynamic and relationship he has w/Rhaenyra, and how we don't get to see much of him apart from 3 episodes, I don't know about him outright ignoring Rhaenyra's orders. Plus we have to realize that Harwin had away been barred from being by Rhaenyra's side in her labors, unlike Daemon. Because the chance is there, if it were his child, the possibility of him staying is also there.

Even if he had married Rhaenyra and become her Prince Consort, show!Harwin was a much more agreeable person, and willing to be her subject-companion than ever having the same sort of authority that Daemon had as a Prince related to Rhaenyra and enjoying the sort of closeness that comes from one seeing the other since they were babies that grants the person room to ignore what they do not want to hear from them. I'm saying that Daemon has "sibling privilege" (this was a quick moniker, I'm not making a political statement comparing sibling relationships to male privilege).

B) Digression [ignore this, keeping it jic]

As you note, Daemon is trying to defend Dragonstone:

Daemon: I want patrols along the island's perimeter, looking for any small ships that might set ashore. If the Greens attack now, it will be by stealth -- (Rhaenyra wailing in pain) ...not directly. We don't have enough men to surround the island, but we can make ourselves appear stronger than they are. (Rhaenyra wailing in pain) Conscript the Dragonkeepers. They're capable fighters. Waste no time. Guard/Kingsguard: It will be done, my prince. (Rhaenyra wailing)

And she specifically says that Daemon is trying to "plot his war":

Rhaenyra: Your grandsire, King Viserys, has passed.

Jacaerys: Viserys?

Rhaenyra: The Greens have repudiated the succession and claimed the Iron Throne. Aegon has been crowned king.

Jacaerys: What is to be done about it?

Rhaenyra: Nothing yet.

Jacaerys: And where is Daemon?

Rhaenyra: I don't know. Gone to madness. Gone to plot his war.

But it's interesting how show!Rhaenyra thinks that even that preparation for neither defense nor attack is not the right move solely based on the costs on "the realm"...as if the lords supporting her aren't bound to her by oath, the definition, and meaning of Monarch-rule/monarchy are at stake here after the greens' open rebellion against Viserys' ruling, her reputation and those of her kids aren't on the line, and her kids (we learn later, but she should have anticipated) would be taken as hostages just as people in the green team argue how Alicent felt Rhaenyra would indirectly or directly harm her kids..

Even though we have seen no proof AND it is actually the greens who have given us the proof of their own antagonism against children through Otto trying to take hers, hostage, in a performance of treating. And how he is the one to say this to Alicent when he was the one who forced her to build a connection with Viserys and sleep with/marry him against her obvious reluctance. (I'm criticizing the writing here.)

C)

Another thing is that husbands were the only men who could go into the birthing room with no leave from anyone by custom AND usually stayed outside anyway. Viserys doesn't go because he wanted to have that tourney, which is his privilege by custom as well as something almost expected. (Yes, contradictions everywhere). So you're right to criticize some for thinking Daemon's a bad father for not going to Rhaenyra, because it's also much more than her being afraid of dying or wanting comfort.

This is the Doylist reading.

A)

I believe that they wanted what was described in "The Rogue Prince", where Daemon was by Rhaenyra's side as she was giving birth to Visenya.

But GRRM didn't include this last part in Fire and Blood, which was written and published after TRP:

And I think that is either because he wanted to leave it more up in the air whether Daemon actually cared about Rhaenyra for interpretation or it was an editing error. Of course, it's possible that he simply didn't want Daemon & Rhaenyra's relationship to be less lovely-dovey, but with Daemon literally dying for her and their kids, I don't think it's probable.

B) mini rant

That scene in HotD, from what I've seen, was just ridiculous and I don't think that it deserves even the whole Watsonian assessment I just gave, because once again, it presented a toothless, overly male-dependent Rhaenyra who's "afraid of being left out of the politics men act due to pregnancy and labor" is too anachronistic AND departs from her comparatively more self confident character from the book.

The show needlessly made this Rhaenyra uneager for war for the sake of "peace" for an imagined "realm"--that definitely doesn't include the small folk anyway, so where the hell does this concern for the "realm" come from?

A "realm" Viserys and Alicent (two of the most hypocritically selfish characters in this show) both mention and use as a refrain time and time again, placing close around (mostly) Rhaenyra when she has/is performing some sort of political power or autonomy, and I depise that show!her faces a similar thing when Daemon ignores her orders altogether.

(Book) Not only does Rhaenyra scream about how the greens are responsible for liking her daughter Daemon, not once ever during the Dance except when it came to Nettles at the very end, so openly opposed Rhaenyra.

Now, you tell me which of these set of events gives much more respect and power to Rhaenyra?

The writers purposefully made Rhaenyra weaker & stupider than her canon self for the sake of..."the realm"?? If you feel like you have to do this to your female characters for a supposed altruistic thing (when before they displayed absolutely no or little signs of true evil) OR to make her "stronger" you have failed at creating a strong female character.

All this to say, I don't think it matters, because one way or another the female protagonist of this entire damn story about how a patriarchal system and an ambitious, misogynist faction prevented the first and only female ruler from ruling. Precedenting the long history thereafter of women being politically, socially, & sexually abused or kept from high positions....until Dany, who had to take power.

This show simply doesn't get it.

[ofsticksabeat]

Jeremy could never help himself from worrying about Emma especially during the competition season. She held herself and her squad to a higher standard. And she had to follow her own rules. But Jeremy was protective, at her reply, he decided to drop it; he trusted Emma, and he was always going to be in the stands cheering her on. Despite the fact he wasn’t a fan of the cheerleading. But Emma was his best friend; he’d do anything for her. Even let her cheat on the fatty foods once in a while. 

A grin lingered against his lips, as he brought his straw to his lips. To drink the reminder of his milkshake. He knew Emma was probably attempting to figure out how to let him down easy to talk him out of trying out. Jeremy didn’t care for football or sports in general. But Emma was his dream girl. He wanted any excuse to spend time with her; plus if she ended up being good and found himself on the team perhaps the dirty blonde would finally notice him. A long shot he knows. He read the room, or the expression on her face. Of course he probably asked the wrong person for assistance Uncle Chandler was worse than myself; falling and making a fool of himself in every corner. But Aunt Monica gave him pointers; she even came to the field once to help give direction. Using my pale to wave the crazy idea off. 

“ Don’t worry, Monica helped too, she overlooked the practice to ensure neither of us gets hurt.” Was I in safe hands? Honestly I swore I may end up with a broken arm give or take. As I heard her protective instincts, I had to wear a genuine smile as I nodded, appreciating that Emma was willing to support me here, willing to show the care, despite her wanting me to stay out of harms way. “ I know Em, I promise I will backout if I start to form any second doubts.” Doubts that had loomed into my mind once or twice. 

Turning to my special song written for her; I had to grin ear to ear dropping my milkshake to the middle as it was finished on its own. The male appreciated Emma; she was happy he wrote a song for her. “ I promise you’ll be the first to hear it, when its perfected. “

Continued

@awakefrommynap

Offering to help out; it was in his nature especially when it came to Emma. Jeremy knew he was a sucker; he was what you called whipped for his best friend. He’d fall to his feet if she asked him to. He’d drop his showcase if Emma called in desperate need. Not that he was proud of it; but it’s the small gestures you do when you care about someone, when you love them. And he picked up on the sadness, the frustration the brunette felt when she spoke about the squad, and what the problem was. 

Again remind you he’s been to each competition simply to support her; bored out of his mind. But he showed up for her; and the routine was.. The same each time. It kinda begged the question of how the squad made it this far. But I kept that thought to myself. Instead at her smile at the offer, I felt that foolish smile pull at the edges of my lips. 

“ If you want me to, I will. I can mix together a good set of beats for you guys or set up a list of songs I feel would fit your routines. Because I doubt you’d be considering forming a whole new routine yet. Given how close the competition is.” I almost sounded liked I cared was passionate about this prospect, but I knew I was only interested in making Emma happy. Her smile lit up the room, and it made my heart race uncontrollable. I had leaned closer to the edge of the table wrapping my palm around the freshly brewed coffee. Bringing the mug to my lips; I took a sip as I thought more to myself. 

The chatter around us zoned out of my mind; I was only focused on her; Emma. 

She wasn’t wrong, I was clumsy there was a chance I’d fall right on my arm, or injury my ankle just to impress her; but despite my boldness it appeared I hadn’t given my feelings away yet. Phew what a relief to myself as he let a low laugh be heard. “ Okay I think you underestimate me Emma, I can move a little without falling. I’m not half as clumsy as I once was..” A lie probably but I hated to admit defeat. Shaking my head at her kind words; I did try to be her lucky charm, and if the female went along with it amazing. 

“ I wouldn’t miss it, I promise I will be there.” Sitting in the front row, pretending to understand all the flips, all the tumbles because I was reliable, she could count on me. As for my music; it was a work in progress. I had exhaled lowly as shoulders pulled into a light shrug. 

“ I don’t know, maybe next week. I happen to be tight with the owner.” I teased but we both knew it was our parents that had my back the connections, but this world of music was all about who you knew.

[runnning-outof-time]

Sleep-Talking | Arthur Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x reader

Summary: Arthur has trouble expressing his feelings for (Y/N)...while he's awake at least.

Warnings: oh just Arthur being Arthur...and maybe slight season 3 and 4 spoilers

Word Count: 2532

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I chose to go with Arthur for this one, anon ... I felt that the prompt you included really went well with him. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

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"How long has it been?" (Y/N)'s friend asked as they both ate their lunch.

"Has what been?" (Y/N) responded with a question of her own, her eyebrows furrowed slightly because her friend gave no prerequisites to her ask.

"How long have you and Arthur been together?" her friend then elaborated, a quizzical look on her face.

"I believe it'll be..." she paused to make sure that she had her math right, "seven months next week actually," she then finished her statement with a smile.

A smile formed on her face anytime Arthur was mentioned. He was a sweet man, one who certainly had his faults, and he was very kind to her. He showered her with physical affection and always made sure that she was safe and protected.

"Seven months?!" her friend repeated in a shocked manner, her eyes wide now, "seven months with this bloody guy and there's yet to be talk of engagement?"

(Y/N) scoffed slightly at the statement, "you say it like I'm supposed to be on some sort of timeline with him," she pointed out while trying to laugh it off. Still, she couldn't stop the uneasy feeling that was creeping its way into her stomach. Was she supposed to be engaged already?

"There kind of is a timeline for it, (Y/N)," her friend stayed serious. (Y/N) only scoffed again.

"If there is, I've never heard of it," she went back to brushing it off again.

The other woman still looked rather concerned though. "He really hasn't brought anything up?" she queried. (Y/N) shook her head. "There's been no talks of marriage?" Another head shake. "No discussion of future plans?" And another. By this time, her friend's eyes were so wide that they were about to fall out of their sockets. "Have you spoken about your relationship with him at all, (Y/N)?" she asked incredulously.

"Of course we have!" (Y/N) was quick to defend herself. Her friend wasn't having it though, and the look she was sporting made it clear. "I mean who doesn't?" she tried to hold steadfast on her stance, but her friend was not cracking. So finally she let out a long sigh, "ok we really don't talk about stuff like that together," she admitted, pouting slightly like a child that had to confess what they did wrong.

Now her friend looked confused. "You don't?" she questioned, like she was checking to make sure she heard correct.

(Y/N) shook her head with a slight frown. "No...we don't," she affirmed.

Within seconds, her friend was asking questions. "Well then what kind of stuff do you talk about together?" was the one that (Y/N) decided to focus on.

"We talk about our lives, and the fact that we enjoy being with each other and spending time with each other. I let him know how much I love him, and what I feel for him, but Arthur...he's not the best at expressing those types of things," she tried to explain, hoping her friend would comprehend her rambling.

The other woman nodded along with what she was hearing. She then pursed her lips together as she thought about what she'd say next. "You should talk to him about it," she finally said then, her abrupt piece of advice making (Y/N)'s jaw go slack.

"Just out of nowhere?" she asked, shocked by her friend's sudden suggestion.

"Why not?" her friend shrugged.

"Because it'll be out of nowhere," she repeated her previous answer with a new emphasis placed on the final word, "and plus...Arthur'll be so confused as to why I'm bringing stuff like that up all of a sudden."

"You have a right to talk about it, you know. You're able to ask questions about the future because it's yours just as much as it is his," her friend pointed out, her statement making (Y/N) think for a moment.

"Maybe I'll bring it up to him," (Y/N) finally agreed with the other woman after a few quiet moments. Her friend grinned upon hearing that her thoughts had been listened to. "Can we please talk about something else now?" (Y/N) then asked, wanting desperately to change the topic of discussion. Her friend agreed, and the women began talking about which plants were coming into season and what they would be planting in their home gardens.

——

(Y/N) was sitting in the front room when the door to the house opened later that evening. "(Y/N)?" she heard Arthur call out for her as his footsteps sounded off the hardwood flooring.

"In the front room!" she called back, a smile forming on her face as she heard his footsteps approaching.

"There you are," Arthur grinned when his eyes fell onto her. (Y/N) smiled as she stood up to walk over to the archway and meet him halfway. She wrapped her hands around his midriff and hugged him before pulling back to peck his lips. "How are you, love?" he asked with a smile once they'd pulled away.

"I'm well," she answered, "you?"

"Just dandy...better now that I'm home with you," he responded, his sweet words making her cheeks heat up.

"I'm happy to hear that," she told him, then taking his hand so that she could lead him to the couch she was once sitting on, "come sit with me."

"Something wrong?" he asked once they were sitting. (Y/N) had her hands in her lap and she was looking at them rather than at him. It made him worry that there was something on her mind, or that something had happened.

"Not necessarily wrong..." (Y/N) started off, pausing for a moment. Her words made Arthur's brows furrow in confusion. "I wanted to talk to you...about us," she continued, finally looking up at him then.

Arthur's heart jumped to his throat as he took in what she said. His eyes widened slightly at the possibilities now swirling through his head. Was she breaking up with him? "Ok, uh..."

"I'm not breaking up with you!" (Y/N) blurted out with wide eyes as she realized how he could have taken her previous statement. She certainly said it in a way that brought those types of thoughts to mind. She took relief when she saw Arthur exhale the breath that he had sucked in to prepare himself for her parting words. "I just wanted to talk about our relationship...you know, we've been together for almost seven months now."

"I do know," Arthur nodded his head with a slight smile on his face. The fact that he'd managed to keep a woman as amazing as (Y/N) for as long as he had surprised him daily.

She'd come into his life when he needed her the most. He'd just been released from prison, where he was seconds away from being hanged for one of his many crimes...a crime that his own brother had essentially put him there for. He was pretty much lost after that. With his entire family indifferent and not speaking to each other, he wasn't sure where to go or what to do. Then he met (Y/N) at the end of a church gathering that he attended — one of the few things that he still held onto from his previous life after Linda left during his time in prison. (Y/N) was sweet, a woman who seemed to bring the light with her everywhere she went. So it surprised Arthur when she agreed to go to eat with him for brunch after church one day. Seven months later, the fact that she hadn't left him still surprised him.

"I couldn't help but wonder...why do we never talk about our future together?" she then posed the question that had been in her mind since her friend stuck it there earlier in the day. "Why don't you ever let me know how you feel about me?"

"We've talked about our future, haven't we?" Arthur's statement sounded more like a question, "I've told you that I want you in it."

"What about feelings?" (Y/N) called attention to the second part of her statement.

Arthur sucked in and exhaled a deep breath, looking away from (Y/N) briefly as he thought of how to say his answer. "I...I'm no good at expressing feelings, (Y/N). I never have been, and it's not only to you. I just...I can't think of the words to say," he tried his best to explain to her, unable to stop himself from feeling guilty for leaving her without some of his thoughts on her. He loved her deeply, but it was hard for him to say. He made sure to show her through his actions and whatnot, but he couldn't help but feel bad that he wasn't giving her this verbal confirmation that she seemingly needed.

(Y/N) sent a sort of a sad smile in response to his statement. "It can't be that hard to do, Arthur, can it?" she asked softly, wanting to hopefully get more information on why he was so hesitant to speak his mind.

Arthur sighed again. "My family doesn't really talk about feelings. We just say our piece and get on with it. It's tough for me to let go of that way of thinking around you, but I'll try to do so more in the future since you'd want me to," he told her, hoping that his decision to try more would be enough for her tonight. The smile that formed on her face upon hearing his words gave him the confirmation that he needed.

"That's all I can ask for, Arthur, thank you," she said with a smile as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I love you," she told him, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.

This could have been the perfect time for him to start trying, but he didn't. Instead he smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips, instead letting his actions speak for him once more. (Y/N) couldn't stop the slight feeling of sadness that arose at his response, but she didn't comment on it. She knew that he wouldn't change his ways right away just because he said he would. So she accepted what he gave to her and left it there.

—

Not long after their discussion, Arthur and (Y/N) made their way to bed. It was quiet as they both changed out of their day clothes in exchange for what they'd be sleeping in. The quiet remained until they were both under the covers and the lights had been turned off.

"Goodnight, Arthur," (Y/N)'s words came out in a whisper.

"Goodnight, love," Arthur responded, turning his head to press a kiss to her temple before exhaling a sigh.

Nothing else was said as the two fell asleep. And while Arthur slept soundly, (Y/N) couldn't seem to keep her eyes shut for long. Soon enough she was awake again, feeling like she'd had a full night's rest when in reality she'd only maybe been sleeping an hour. So she laid there and thought about what had happened that day, her mind getting stuck on the conversation she had with Arthur. She hoped that he meant what he said about wanting her to be in his future and that he wasn't just saying that little bit to appease her and get her mind off of the topic. She stayed in her thoughts until the very man she was thinking about started talking.

"I don't think I could picture my life without you now, (Y/N)..." Arthur spoke. His voice was soft but his words were clear.

"Arthur?" (Y/N) questioned, turning on her side slightly to look at him. She was met with the surprise that he was still sleeping.

"You've changed my life for the better in so many ways. I couldn't possibly think of letting you go," he continued.

(Y/N) couldn't stop the smile from forming on her face. She'd never heard Arthur talk in his sleep before. But then again, she was hardly awake during the night, so if he did, she wouldn't know. She wanted to wake him up and tell him that he was sleep-talking, but at the same time, she wanted to let him be and see what else he'd say. So she chose the latter.

"I love you, (Y/N). Would you do the honor of marrying me?"

This statement made her eyes widen. Did he just ask her to marry him in his sleep? It certainly sounded like it. She held her breath and waited for what he would say next, but nothing came. He was finished talking. After waiting a good bit of time to see if he'd say anything more and hearing nothing, (Y/N) rolled back onto her side and closed her eyes. She couldn't help but replay what he'd said in her mind and just thinking of it allowed her to finally go back to sleep.

—

The next morning, (Y/N) flipped on her side to see that Arthur was just starting to wake up. She watched him as he stretched his arms out and let out a groan as one of his bones cracked.

"Mornin', love," he greeted her once he saw that she was also awake, "how'd you sleep?" he asked then.

"Beautifully," she answered, remembering what she'd heard during the night, "you?" she then flipped the question on him.

"I slept alright," he nodded slightly, "had some pretty crazy dreams though," he added, scratching his forehead after he spoke.

“Oh really?” she raised her eyebrows slightly in intrigue at his words.

“Yeah,” he answered with a slight laugh.

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?” she then asked him after a few moments of silence had passed.

Arthur turned to look at her with furrowed eyebrows after he heard what she said. “I do?” he questioned, showing her that he obviously didn’t know that he did.

“You do,” she affirmed, nodding slightly, “I heard you talking last night...thought that you were awake and wanted to have a conversation but when I turned around, you were sleeping,” she explained the reason behind her random question.

“Huh,” Arthur laughed to himself at the idea. He never would have thought that he talked in his sleep, but then again...who ever thinks that they would? “What was I sayin’?” he asked her then, a grin on his face.

(Y/N) smiled at the words that he’d told her last night and then weighed out whether or not she wanted to tell him them. “I don’t remember,” she finally said, hoping that her expression wouldn’t tell him otherwise.

Luckily, he didn’t comment on it. “Next time I do it, you’ll have to remember what I say so that you can tell me,” he told her and she nodded.

“I’ll make sure to remember every word,” she promised him, knowing that it’d be easy to do so if it was anything along the lines of what he was saying the night before.

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