#sir michael has a better ring to it

[lab-trash]

I need a fic where Mike writes fanfictions about their campaigns, stat.

Like, Will's digging through some of his old drawings, and there's some writings Mike has done with them– not all that strange, Mike writes from Will's drawings all the time– but one of them is... weird. In comparison, at least.

Many were battle scenes, some where conversations they'd had in real life put into the context of D&D, but one was of Will the Wise his paladin finding themselves stranded away from the rest of the party.

And while at the beginning it just had romantic undertones, as the story progresses (and wow, it is much longer than they normally are) it gets more and more overt.

TL:DR- Need a fic where Will finds out Mike wrote fanfic shipping their d&d characters.

[siremasterlawrence]

The Sensationalization Of Mayor Chris

The Mayoral candidate Christopher Michael Evan Robert’s is enjoying time with his family as the window opens up letting the air flow into the air and tussle his hair as it flew past him. His cellphone ring’s extraordinarily loudly in to the room causing him shake as he never heard a sound like that before and swiftly saves his cellphone from gravity and a collision with the floor. The minutes he picks it up something felt so awful as he places his ears to the cellphone, pressing play as a weird eerie sound emits erupting full force. His eyes are the tell tale sound going white, blank, and void of all things draining him of his soul, his eyes roll back into the socket closing and falling back into a bar stool. A powerful voice strained odd voice is calling into his ears demanding him to obey me and succumb to my will as always he can’t move a single limp on my pleasant.

“Wwwwhhhhhooooo…..is this?”

“Your lord and Master”

“Do I know you ? I don’t work for you “

“Yes you do! Think about it”

“This is ridiculous…why can’t I…”

“Hang up? Lmao”

“Yyyyeeesss”

“Hear my voice “

“Your echo is….”

“Beautiful “

“Do you love me?”

“The feelings are flooding “

“Overwhelming “

“You love me”

“YES!”

“I have a wife and a fam”

“Ssssshhhhh…you single and gay “

“Master Lawrence! Hey babe”

“You might want to turn on the television “

“Why sir?

“Your Mayoral run is over”

“Master Lawrence “

“Zip it “

“Fuck off!

“SILENCE you Neanderthal”

“Sorry but…”

“But what?”

“You despise government “

“I despise government “

“I will serve My Master only “

“With exhausting efforts “

“I will make it a easy win”

“How can you do this?”

“Who am I?l

“My Master “

“That’s all you need to know”

“Master Lawrence! They are in full force.” Chris says to me.

“I am an aware boi!” His Master states from his computer room.

“How would you?” Chris stood perplex.

“I am in your head, in your home and I am everywhere.” The man states.

“Wait! Are you here?” Chris asks in excitement.

“What would you do if I were?” He questions

“I would leap off the floor and bow.” Chris yells.

“Bow to who?” The man asks.

“You of course “ he utters proudly

“Good boi!” I say watching him melt.

“You love the sound of my voice.” The voice calls outward.

“I would follow you anywhere” he continues

“I’ll do anything “ he sweetly adds.

“I need you right now! Please come” he begs .

“I am in your house “ the man replies

“I am waiting with bells on” Chris shouts

“I am coming down the stairs” the man says

“I’ll walk to you “ Chris speaks holding onto his heart.

“Give me a hug” Chris opens his arms wide

“You smell good Slave “ he grabs Chris in the moment.

“I am so thrilled, hard and in disbelief “

“What’s going on in that rock for brains?”

“Everything you say, I am in love “

“With me?”

“My ultimate desire “

“My greatest wish “

“I move to your orders”

The counts go off without a hitch giving way to a smooth landslide into office but Chris could care less as he has something so much better in this world and it is all due to me. I am the radiate sunshine in his life lighting up everything that’s consumes and totally surrounds him in his life nothing else could ever compare but I am his Master Lawrence for life. His eyes start to spin changing from black and white to color like a television set on the bunk and comes to turning his pupils all blue and his hands are now wrapping onto me groping my ass.

His hands are very active intact way too active ripping part of his shirt to get to the meat laying below and his has check me over watching his body as if it is a fine piece of art. He is like fine wine being uncorked from the bottle as the scent floats into the air hitting his nostrils and tickles his nose making him swoon at the fact I am stand in his presence. Our lips touching slowly as we grip each other intensely his body is on fire, burning up from inside causinghim to lose himself and knowing full wellbecause I rule the roost.

“FUCK!”

“I love you “

“I love you too”

“You don’t understand “

“Tell me “

“You can’t fathom how I feel”

“Educated guess?”

“Please try”

“Hold me Master Lawrence “

The end

[starkraivennemad]

Reciprocal

"Sir?"

Lost in his thoughts Mycroft blinked and looked to his assistant staring at him oddly. "Yes, Anthea?"

"You did not answer the question?"

"Forgive me, what was the question?"

"Shall we drive off and take you home now or do you still need a moment to ponder...?"

Mycroft sat up in his sedan at what he knew the ellipsis implied.

Mycroft looked in the direction Gregory Lestrade had headed to his flat.

It had been fifteen minutes since Gregory left the sedan. Yet they still sat idling at the curb.

Detective Inspector Gregory Michael Lestrade.

An average man he once considered one among the many minions that served him. He did not think much of Lestrade, and the feeling was reciprocal.

Except, even from the onset Gregory Lestrade never was an average anything. 

The very first person to turn down his offer, he could not be bullied nor bribed as so many others. Did Greg follow Mycroft's lead when it came to keeping a weathered eye on his brother Sherlock, yes, but only on his own terms. If Mycroft wanted to know about his brother he always had to come to Greg and ask. Thus began their dinners when Mycroft would get updates on Sherlock.

Never anything sordid and wasn't his business to know as a brother or protector. Conversely, he learned nothing he ever said about Sherlock reached his brother's ears. The intelligent man had an integrity that Mycroft respected even if he never openly admitted such it was understood it was reciprocal.

In the years since, dinners that went from three or four times a year became four or five times a month and long ago gave up the pretense of being anything about Sherlock.  it surprised Mycroft when he found himself looking forward to those dinners with Gregory and learning that was also reciprocal. 

Reciprocal. Mycroft thought about that. The two men have gone from through much dealing with his brother and by turns each other. Mycroft was there to help Greg through his divorce. Greg has been there to help him get through the trauma of Sherrinford. He could not imagine his life now without Greg in it. 

With a shock he wondered if that too was also reciprocal. 

"Sir?" Anthea touched his arm when he opened the sedan door to step out. 

He realized then that he had not responded to her earlier question.  "Sherlock is the only person alive who knows me better than you, Anthea. I feel it's time to change that. You can go home."

He looked to her and saw the smile hidden behind her professional mien and knew she knew, but still she had to ask. "Are you sure, sir?"

"No, but like every single thing that has happened when dealing with him it has been with reciprocity, Universe is rarely so lazy."

Her hidden smile became a wide one as she let his arm go and sat back in the sedan. "I'll see you overmorrow.".

A few minutes later he is standing in front of Greg's door when he phone rings. He grinned seeing the name of the caller. 

"Yes, Gregory.?"

"Yeah, um... I can see the sedan still parked out front, are y...is everything...okay?" Greg asked, and before Mycroft could respond asked a new question. "Or would you like to come up? Oh nevermind I see the sedan is leaving..."

"The sedan is leaving I am not."

"What?"

"Open your door."

"Really?" The amount of joy heard in Greg's voice was only succeeded by the alacrity in which Mycroft could hear Greg run to said door and smile that greeted him when it was flung open and Mycroft was treated to a shirtless Greg.

"All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life.” 

"Your heart was never dead, just dormant. I suspect like mine it only needed the right person to tend to it." Greg stepped back granting him entrance. "Welcome to my garden."

And Mycroft knew with every fiber of his being then that everything he said to Anthea was correct. 

Every single thing that has happened when dealing with him it has been with reciprocity.

As soon as the door closed behind him Mycroft pulled Greg into his arms.

"And welcome to mine, Greg."

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

[evmorfiad]

Hello *waves* Since you wanted asks ... I'm curious, what are your top 3 Joseph Mawle characters? And what makes him so special in your eyes? Cheers!

Those are awesome questions! I suck at explaining my thoughts, sometimes I feel I don’t even know what they ARE exactly and I tend to give too much of a backstory, but I'll try my best.

May be the second question first; What makes him so special in your eyes?

I'm from Germany, and though there are some good shows, I always find the actors performances lacking. I can 'feel' them acting, instead of 'being' the characters. No matter how good and experienced an actor is. It must be the German acting and directing culture, or may be the language, because when German actors are in international productions, they are so much better. Therefore, I tend to be very sensitive to people’s performances being natural.

I think Joseph Mawle is one of the most 'naturalistic' performers that I've ever seen. I can feel him 'be' that character. I think his 'disability' is what has let him grow into this, being hard of hearing and dyslexic. I think he's a master at non-verbal communication, and he conveys so much emotion through facial expressions and body language even in very fleeting moments, and it gives his characters so much depth. I think he's also forced to be very conscious of intonation, so every word carries very thought-out emotional meaning. In both cases you might not even catch it, but unconsciously it influences you. He's said himself that he takes longer to read and learn lines and I guess also to do research into a new character. I would also guess he therefore has to additionally use all other senses available to him very intensively to do so, and I think that can force an actor to get even more emotionally involved. I think that is reflected in the performances that I have seen so far, and it makes for an even more immersive experience of that story. It seems that he completely melts into his roles. It's so intense, you can't look away when he's on screen.

I also think the fact that he seems to avoid the limelight intentionally nowadays by more often than not choosing side characters or main ones in very niche genres, shows that he chooses his vocation for the sake of the art of acting itself, of wanting to tell and also experience that specific story arc of that specific character. He does not want to be side-tracked by anything else. This of course applies to many performers, but coupled with the above element, it makes for a very potent mix.

Therefore, I also think it is imperative to include many, many more people with 'disabilities' in any kind of art. It will make art bloom in full and reach its inherent potential of giving a unique kind of life to society.

I could say many, many more things about this unique individual, but I'll shut up … for now.

Now onto the first question: What are your top 3 Joseph Mawle characters?

HARD!!! So UNFAIR!!!

So far I've seen him in: Sir Gadabout, Soundproof, Silent Witness, The Secret Life of Mrs. Beeton, Persuasion, Merlin, Sometimes the Moon is Velvet, Murder on the Orient Express, Made in Dagenham, Women in Love, The Cold Light of Day, Twelve, In the Heart of the Sea, Ripper Street, A Winter's Tale, Game of Thrones, Troy - Fall of a City, Mr. Jones, Land's End, the music video to 'Behold the Hurricane', the TOYOTA commercial, the documentary 'Words of the Titanic' and The Rings of Power.

WOW! I did not realise how much I already HAVE seen. And still there is SO much to STILL see!

Special mentions beforehand: Captain Harry Harville from 'Persuasion' (2007). It was the first role I ever saw him in, back in ca. 2009. He has a special place in my heart. Sir Tificate from 'Sir Gadabout - The worst Knight in the Land', because I just LOVE the fact that he was part of a children’s show, and I'd found it, unexpectedly, VERY entertaining. AND Michael from 'Land's End'. That performance. The eyeliner. Bronski Beat's 'Smalltown Boy' is finally a permanent fixture on my favorite songs playlist.

In no particular order … or … may be yes … or no …

Detective Inspector Jedediah Shine (Ripper Street Seasons 2 & 5)

While only the first season existed, I'd loved Bennet Drake, such a sweety, but the MOMENT Jedediah arrived on screen when the second season came along I was HOOKED. HOOKED I tell you! He was SO fascinating! Such a bastard, so self-assured, so confident and stylish. He also had some of the best lines I ever heard in any series. He seemed vulnerable and such a hard ass at the same time. And he TERRIFIED me! I'd never been terrified of any fictional character THAT intensely before. I just didn't know what he would decide to do next. I wanted him to lose and win at the same time. SUCH a roller coaster ride of emotions. An amazing performance. - And I am SO not a fan of the bulky kind of man, but DAMN…!

Dean Whittingham (Soundproof)

What he managed to do here is special. Not only to him, since it was his breakout role, but his execution of the depiction of the 'disability' of being deaf. He was praised in an article written by a deaf person who saw the movie. That is a feat. This story was also a roller coaster ride of feelings. Is Dean the murderer or not? Experiencing WITH him the frustration and helplessness of being dependent on another person translating while being accused and interviewed by police. There is a scene where he does suddenly verbalise his frustration because he is SO desperate, and the way he was able to produce that 'sound' was AMAZEBALLS! I fell in love with Joe’s talent all over again.

Adar (The Rings of Power)

I've loved the design of the Uruks ever since I saw 'The Fellowship of the Ring' back in 2002, but to feel FOR and identify WITH them took the appearance of Adar. I think it was only at the beginning of last year, that I read that Joseph was a part of The Rings of Power, and I'd been excited about it long before that, but this information just increased my excitement by a MASSIVE amount. I was not disappointed. Adar is by far my absolute favourite character of the show, and it's in no small part because of Mr. Mawle’s embodiment of him. The moment he was on screen and I saw those tears in his eyes when 'saying' goodbye to Magrot … I was IN LOVE! I KNEW that this storyline would be something special and unique, and I am so happy that Joe was a part of that. There is still so much mystery around who he used to be, and so many interesting theories about what will happen to/with him, that I am still HEARTBROKEN about the recast. The coming together, the amalgamation of THAT character with THAT artist was a chemical reaction that resulted in a unique and very impactful experience.

There you have it.

End of my two-and-a-half page essay. Ooops … sorry, not sorry.

Credits for the wonderful gifs featured here go to @joemawle

Thank you SO much for all the time and work you put into making them ❤️

And thank you @chris-pikes for these wonderful questions! 💗

[bisexualchrissycunningham]

9 people you'd like to know better

I was tagged by @rainy-circle a few days ago and I'm just getting around to it now. Thanks, buddy!!

1. Three ships: Hellcheer of course, my forever OTP Fitzsimmons from Agents of Shield, and a new one I'm curious about (even if the show is not great) Gabi and Trent from Found. Brett Dalton is really pulling off the intense yearning and puppy-like devotion, and Gabi's relationship with him is a really interesting contrast to her relationship with Sir

2. First ever ship: Probably Michael & Maria from Roswell or Felicity & Noel from Felicity (I switched sides to Ben pretty fast though and will remain Felicity/Ben til I die)

3. Last Song: Now That We Don't Talk by Miss Taylor Swift

4. Last Film: Ticket to Paradise with George Clooney and Julia Roberts and y'all, all I want from romcoms forever is jaded 40+ adults who have lived a lot of life and are struggling to figure out how to love again even though all the baggage they're carrying has them convinced they can't

5. Currently reading: Midnight is the Darkest Hour by Ashley Winstead (for a thriller book club I joined and I'm not sure what I think of it yet but I'm deeply frustrated with the protagonist Ruth). I just got back from the library with all my next reads as well: The Haunting of Tram Car 015 by P. Djeli Clark, Sheets by Brenna Thummler, Footnotes in Gaze by Joe Sacco and Richard Irvine's Forest School for Grown Ups (this one is to read aloud to my friends at random times on our vacation).

6. Currently watching: I've been rewatching S2 of The Wilds and put off rewatching the finale until a couple days ago and I'm devastated all over again. I also started From, with Harold Perrineau and it's really good so far. Mysterious and intriguing, with more gore than I was expecting.

7. Currently consuming: Coke Zero. I just can't quit it 😭

8. Currently craving: The breakfast box my friends ordered for Saturday morning from the farm owners of our Airbnb. The veggies are from their garden and the eggs from their chickens.

Also, Caramilk.

I'm not on Tumblr as often anymore and feel like I'm missing out on what's going on with lots of my mutuals so I'm gonna tag @gunmetal-ring @anyataylorsoy @blondiest @raspberryhill @usbournejez @musicalchaos07 @maddie-grove @vclyrias @erythromanc3r @outlandishwhalesharks @rose-n-gunses @justhere4thevibez in case any of y'all wanna share!

[masterwords]

foolish heart

Summary: (coda to 4x07 - "Memoriam") Hotch has an ear infection, Derek rubs elbows with Las Vegas royalty, and then they have a little romantic time. Self-indulgent fluff.

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: illness, lots of food and some alcohol

Notes: Fluff. Pure, decadent fluff. Hotchgan in Vegas. A private Tony Bennett concert because hey, Rossi has connections and that's canon. Enjoy. Brush your teeth afterward or they'll rot.

**

Vegas. It always came with this strangely electric feeling that seemed to course through him uncomfortably, like the lights from the strip were drawing straight from the pumping of his heart. This time was worse. This time Hotch could feel his pulse in his jaw, a steadily growing ache that lit up the side of his face. Placing his hand there, he almost thought he could feel it throbbing and he knew it wasn't just Vegas being Vegas, there was something else going on.

It hadn't been terribly concerning during the case. It didn't distract him, anyway. That was kind of the baseline...could he ignore it to stay focused? Then he was probably fine.

But the moment they had the child back in his parents' care, the moment the unsub was in cuffs, the throb from his jaw to his ear began getting louder and a lot harder to ignore. Periodically he reached up and cupped the side of his face, let his hand rest there gently, closed his eyes and counted one two three breaths. It was making him dizzy.

“Hotch,” JJ started, approaching him during a moment of dark, the dangerous feeling his knees might buckle just barely starting to pass. “You look as sick as I've felt all day. Go back to the hotel, I can finish up here. I'm waiting on a call from Michael's parents anyway...”

“What for?” he asked, focusing for a moment on her words. She smiled sweetly at him, brushing off his immediate concern.

“I just want to make sure they're okay, you know? Getting settled.” He could understand that. “Please, Hotch. Go. I'll be fine here. See you at the airstrip in the morning.” She placed her hand on her stomach, rubbed lightly at the underside and stared intently at him until he had no choice but to listen.

“Call if you need anything.”

“I won't. Go sleep.” She smiled, watching him pick up his jacket and drape it over his arm. “I'm going to check with Morgan later. You'd better be resting.”

“I will.” He wasn't sure his body was going to give him much choice. He didn't feel sick, necessarily, or even that bad...but he definitely felt foggy, a little lightheaded, and very run down. His ears started ringing in the cab, stop and go traffic jarring his already wobbly equilibrium. He could have walked, but the heat was oppressive, and the frigid air conditioning was nice.

That was how he knew he was getting sick, really. Air conditioning wasn't something he ever enjoyed, but he slid around in the backseat until he was positioned in exactly the right spot for the blast of cinnamon and exhaust scented air to hit him. The window, cold glass that smelled like ammonia, was icy and soothing against the heat of his cheek when the air conditioning failed to keep him comfortable.

“Looks like a big tangle up ahead,” the cab driver said, glancing into the rearview mirror at his passenger who looked more than a little green around the gills. “You might make better time getting out and walking. Be cheaper too.”

“If you don't have anywhere to be, neither do I.”

The cab driver let out a chuckle and nodded. “Only place I got to be is in front of your hotel, sir. You doing okay? This heat's murder. I got bottled water up here if you need.”

“No, thank you, I'm okay. I appreciate the concern.”

- - - - -

“The cab driver could tell you were sick and you're still trying to tell me you're okay to go out tonight?” Derek asked, exasperated. Hotch was buttoning up his last nice shirt, crisp and white and cool to the touch.

“I wouldn't say I'm sick.”

“Yeah? So what would you say exactly?”

Hotch grunted miserably. “I don't know Derek. My ears have been bothering me intermittently the last few days. It's worse today. It may be the heat.”

“Yeah. It might be...or you might be sick. I'll bet you five bucks you've got a fever.”

Hotch glared at Derek and pushed his hand back through his hair, trying to tame what couldn't be tamed. “Vegas isn't good for you.”

“Oh come on. You afraid you're gonna lose?”

In fact, he was. He could feel the fever under his collar. Derek's threat was met with an icy stare from an overheating man, but he had no response so he kept his mouth shut.

“I got us tickets to Tom Jones,” Derek said, reaching up to play with Hotch's hair, fluffing and parting, trying to do what he could to fix the chaos. It wasn't fixable.

“He's still alive?”

Derek laughed and pulled Hotch close to him, wrapped his arms around him and pressed his face into the crook of Hotch's neck. “You're hot.”

“Thank you. You're not too bad yourself.”

The eyeroll that comment elicited was epic, but he smiled against Hotch's flushed skin. At least his sense of humor, dry as the desert surrounding them, was in tact. Things couldn't be too bad. “There's a number in here for mobile doctors, they come to all the hotels. Mostly take care of people puking and hungover. I'll give 'em a call, sit tight baby.”

“I don't need a doctor.”

“Aaron, you were in an explosion a couple of weeks ago. I'm gonna need you to bare with me for a while, alright? Humor your adorably worried loverman?”

“We are technically working right now, which means I'll have to submit this through L&I if I use my medical insurance. I would rather wait until we're back in Virginia and can do it privately.”

It was a weak argument, Derek was already wearing him down. And he already had his next step carefully plotted.

“I'll pay out of pocket, my treat.”

“My hero.” Hotch deadpanned it, but he wasn't upset. He knew he really shouldn't push his luck with his ears. He's already been near another explosion, gunfire, and plenty of trips in the jet...he was already towing the line. Some mornings it took him a full hour before his ear popped and he could hear out of it. That was probably a bad sign.

It took only a few minutes, a quick look inside his ear and some poking at the swelling in his jaw before the doctor called it a middle ear infection with confidence. “Stay out of the shower for a few days, keep it clean and dry. Because of the level of trauma, you experienced in this ear you'll need to take extra precaution. I'll prescribe some pain-relieving ear drops, aside from that unless it's bacterial there really isn't much to do but managing symptoms. Take an antihistamine, some decongestant, and dry heat can help with the discomfort.”

“So he can fly then?”

“Well, he's already done it to get here so I don't see why not. By the looks of it, he's had this going on for at least a few days. Take some Benadryl and sleep the air miles away would be my suggestions. As for right now, manage the symptoms and get some rest. I know that's a cruel thing to say to someone in Las Vegas...”

“Not at all, sir,” Hotch replied quietly. A little defeated. He didn't particularly like Tom Jones, but Derek had planned out a whole night for them. They didn't get many opportunities to let go like this. “I'll manage.”

As the doctor packed up and made for the door, Hotch began the arduous process of unbuttoning his shirt. Derek pulled the Tom Jones tickets out of his pocket and stared at them mournfully, catching Hotch looking at him after a moment.

“Take Prentiss,” Hotch said, dropping to the bed once he was down to his t-shirt and boxers. The blankets were cool against his flushed skin and he pulled them up to his waist. “She'll love it. Just be careful, she can drink you under the table and she'll get you into trouble. I don't have the energy to come bail you guys out.”

Laughing, Derek helped prop Hotch up against a wall of pillows before throwing his heating pad into the microwave. This one, different from the one he kept in his nightstand at home, was filled with barley and lavender and much smaller. Fits in his go bag. It made the room smell slightly nutty and floral, relaxing enough that Hotch almost felt at home. It was familiar and comforting. Helping get it situated against Hotch's ear, Derek laid a quick and sneaky kiss on his forehead. Any excuse to touch.

“Alright. I'm gonna go hang with Em for a bit, pick up your meds when they call...you sure you're good? I can stay. I bet Rossi would love these tickets.”

“He knows everyone here anyway. He's probably spending the evening drinking with Tony Bennett. Please, go have fun. I'm just going to try to sleep.”

- - - - -

“Okay, Em, how in the fuck do I eat this?”

Derek was staring at a table loaded with food he'd only ever seen in movies. It was the kind of decadent table thrown together befitting royalty, and Derek sort of figured that's what this was. Tony Bennett's private suite was home, at least tonight, to all sorts of Las Vegas royalty. He was rubbing elbows with NFL players and singers, actors and dancers. In the corner was a small-scale Cirque du Soleil act being played out with a hoop and a number of gold-painted writing bodies contorting themselves in such a way that Derek often couldn't figure out which limb belonged to whom. “Emmmm...” he whined, and she laughed, sucking back her third or fourth oyster on the half-shell followed by a shot of vodka.

“Like this,” she said quietly, smearing a bit of cream cheese onto a cracker and following it up with a dollop of the black caviar. “One bite, all in.”

He hated it. But at least, if anyone asked, he could say he'd done it. He'd eaten caviar in Tony Bennett's private penthouse in Las Vegas. And he would never do it again.

“Rossi!”

Derek approached his friend at the poker table, waving his arm through a mist of cigar smoke. “Hey man. I gotta go check on Hotch, I feel bad leavin' him down there while I'm up here.”

“Do you really think he minds?”

“Well I'm sure he isn't thrilled about being sick, at least.”

“Touche. Go. Give him my best.”

“Hey, uh, can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course, kid. Anything.”

- - - - -

Derek tried not to let the plastic bag rustle too much as he entered Hotch's hotel room, not drunk but definitely more than a little fuzzy and buzzed. Under his arm was a garment box loaded with gaudy gold ribbons, smashed beneath his bicep. He half expected to find Hotch sleeping and was shocked to find him lying in bed wide awake watching a movie. Or staring at the television anyway.

“Hey you,” Derek said softly, the door closing behind him with a click. Hotch pushed up to sitting, rubbing at his sleepy eyes with his fists.

“Hey.”

“How you feelin', huh?”

“About the same.”

“I brought you something...”

Pulling little to go containers out of the plastic bag, he had everything. A small container with a slice of brioche French Toast drizzled with custard and blackberries, a little cup of some kind of soup that Emily said had truffles and some kind of unpronounceable Italian cheese shaved on top, and a little cup of petit fours in pastel shades of pink and green. Hotch might not have been up to see the feast, but the best parts of it were easy enough to bring to him.

“Where did you get this?” Hotch asked, realizing that he was in fact hungry. Ravenous, even. It would probably go along way toward curing the lethargy he'd been struck with. Tired without being able to sleep. He couldn't remember when he last ate.

“That's a story for another time. You, eat. After that, I have a surprise for you...if you're up for it.”

“Do I look up for it?”

“I think you'll be okay. It's nothing much. Just a little thing, if you don't mind putting on your pants for a little while anyway.”

Hotch shot him a funny look but smiled in spite of himself. First the food, he would tackle pants afterward. The idea of getting his aching bones back out of bed was daunting and unpleasant, but there was just enough curiosity to eventually pull him that direction.

The black sweater in the garment box, buttery soft and almost decadent, helped. “You look amazing,” Derek whispered, adjusting the collar a little. Sure, Hotch still looked sick, a little extra pale especially against the black merino wool. “Gorgeous.”

“Liar.”

“Alright, you know what Hotchner? I'm sick of your shit tonight...” Derek said it with a wicked grin, hooking his hand over the back of Hotch's neck. “You ready?” Hotch nodded and smiled, melting into Derek's touch. He could do this.

- - - - -

“The basement?”

“Cool your jets...trust the process.”

“You brought me to a storage room in the basement, Derek.”

Except it wasn't. There was a door at the end of the long cement corridor that opened into what appeared to be, at one time, something akin to a speakeasy. It was dark, with a small stage off to one side, a bar to the other, and a small dance floor in the middle. The whole thing had the feel of secrecy. Old gangsters, cigarette smoke, dirty deals being made.

“What is this place?”

“I dunno. I asked Rossi for a lil hookup...”

“Say no more.”

A light flickered to life above the stage, followed by the buzzing of an old amp and the scrape of a microphone stand being dragged from somewhere behind the emerald green curtain. Hotch felt his heart rate speed up a tick. He wasn't sure what to expect but the strange lighting and faintly thick, musty smell was making him a little lightheaded. Well, that and the ear infection. But he wasn't really thinking about that anymore.

Piano, soft and airy, floated from somewhere in the abyss. A few notes, slow and seductive, followed by a voice. And then a man was standing on the stage, his white hair lit like a halo from above.

“Is that...”

Derek grinned. “You bet your ass it is.”

Tony Bennett began singing a song, his voice sultry and delicate, filling the room with a strange warmth that soaked deep into them. Derek slipped his arms around Hotch and pulled him close, one hand at the small of his back, the other sliding up until it was against his shoulder.

“Someday...when I'm awfully low...when the world is cold...I will feel a glow...just thinking of you...and the way...you look...tonight...”

They stood there a minute, in each other's arms, and slowly Derek's feet began to move. Swaying, the smallest steps, in time with the delicate tinkling of the piano. Hotch sighed and let his cheek rest against Derek's shoulder, pressing his aching jaw into the warmth, and closed his eyes. That dizzy feeling wasn't so bad when he was here, and Derek had been right...he was up for this. More or less. And even if he really wasn't, it was worth it, and he'd do it again and again and again. A private concert in the basement of a Las Vegas hotel sounded like a fever dream, and hell, maybe it was. Maybe he'd fallen asleep after all, except Derek's arms held him so tight and his heart thundered so loud that it couldn't possibly be just imagination.

“You want to go back to bed?” Derek asked as Tony started another song. “I know you feel like shit and you're just humoring me...”

Hotch shook his head and tightened his grip just a little, still happily swaying. “Maybe one more song?”

“Anything you want. I got nowhere else to be.”

[sleepy-achilles]

This doesn't even get a title anymore because it's not even the fic I wanted to write.

It was supposed to be hall of fame extract to set up a cool quirky pained filled time travel fic, not a straight up Leon crying and confessing his love for the fans. It's 2:30am and my eyes are unfocused. Send help.

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"Ah I won't keep ya, I've already talked your ears off with my on induction. The one and only The Skeleton King, Leon Michaels!" Drew cheers as he points towards the state.

Leon takes a deep breath before stepping out. This was different from entering the ring to fight. He actually had to talk to these people. Now he understands why his father was so nervous.

He stands on the stage as the fans cheer and scream. He glances at his co-stars, clapping and whistling at him. Leon can't help but smile and move towards his family. He goes straight to his pa.

Shawn smiles with teary eyes and hugs Leon before cupping his face. "You did it. Lil Leon would be so proud of you." Shawn whispers, before kissing Leon's cheek. "Yeah.." Leon nods before hugging his siblings and father, he even hugs rhea and randy. He turns to see hunter. "Someone told me they wouldn't miss this for the world. Got here just in time" hunter states moving to the side. Leon's eyes widen at the man. Leon bows in thanks bit respects. "Thank you sir" he whispers. "Ah none of that shit kid" batista chuckles pulling the younger into a hug. "Youve done better than all of us. Congrats, you deserve this and more" dave murmurs as Leon hugs him back.

Leon pulls back and turns to see hunter, kane and Kevin stood there. "Well done kid." Kevin smiles hugging his favourite michaels. Leon can't help but smile and hug him back. He turns to kane. Kane smirks and cocks his head. 'Make it a real tear jerker' kane signs. Leon chuckles. 'How much?' '50, 100 for hunter, 150 if you make takes cry' he signs back. 'Deal' Leon responds before hugging the man.

He turns to hunter. "Congrats Lee. You deserve it-" Leon cuts him off by hugging him. Hunters eyes widen and water immediately. "Thank you for everything uncle hunter" Leon whispers. And boy thats an easy 100. Kane rolls his eyes as hunter cries. "Go you bastard" hunter mutters squeezing Leon before letting him go.

Leon winks at kane before making his way to the ring.

His smile wide as his eyes meet drews.

"You look beautiful darling" Leon hums, taking drews hand and kissing it. "You told me that when introducing me" drew chuckles pulling Leon up. "Can't blame me for wanting to remind you" Leon smiles. "Mmm we got a busy night tonight. So try not wear yourself out" drew smirks taking Leon's chin into his hand and pulling the man into a kiss. Leon chuckles and pats drews chest. "Celebration gonna be bigger when they induct us together?" "Guess we'll have to wait till next year" drew smirks turning them so Leon's in the centre. "Guess we will" "Good luck Lee. You deserve this." Drew smiles. "Thank you." "And you look gorgeous" drew adds before walking away.

Leon turns to the podium. He looks around as the fans continue to chant for him. He looks to the side to see drew stood by the barrier, clapping. It makes him smile that drew didn't leave his side. Leon? Leon sat on the floor just outside of the camera view. He can't wait to open twitter and see the mean comparisons of the two.

He adjusts the mic and looks at the towel on the podium.

"Thank you." He speaks softly. He clears his throat and the chanting and screaming stops. He nods and glances at the crowd.

He rests his hands on the podium before straightening his back. "Guess I should get the basics out there." He hums, his fingers tapping. Cutting a promo was way too different than this shit. A promo was the skeleton King, the hall of fame speech? That is Leon Thomas Mcintyre-Michaels. And that scares Leon. He has no idea where this could go.

"I guess I'd like to thank my shitty childhood" he jokes getting some chuckles. "And the wwe universe. In that order." He smirks. "Also my fathers, Shawn Michaels and the undertaker, for being forced to put me into this life but for making it enjoyable for me. Uncle kev for helping me. John and cassie for being some of the few people to team up with me for more than a month. Dave Bautista for being so damn cool." Leon rambles. "Uncle Scott, auntie chyna for being such a big part of my life. Thank you both. I'm sorry you cannot be here tonight." He states looking up. He glances at drew. "And for my dear husband and tag team partner. Thank you for sticking by me, motivating me, pushing me, no matter how rude or horrible I was to you. I really do not deserve you" Leon thanks. Drew shakes his head. "I love you." "I love you."

"I um. I could tell you what you already know, the skeleton King. My whole life has been on camera...or I could tell you about, about Leon Thomas Mcintyre-Michaels. The boy behind the mask." Leon hesitates as he reaches for the towel. Is he about to do this? God vince would hate that.

The arena is dead silent as he lifts the towel, wetting it with the water bottle and scrubs at his face. Gasps break out into cheers as he drops the towel revealing his bare face. Freckles, scar, tan.

"I didnt have many friends growing up. I guess I thought being the ministry's child would make me popular. It didn't. I had my two friends, who are still mg friends now, Matthew Gomez and Valentina Addams. I uh..I had a stutter so I didn't really speak until the age of 16..t..the time I got this" Leon points at his face.

Drew watches as Leon keeps his eyes down and he begins to ramble.

"I was scared to speak half the time. I didn't get good grades like John or cass. I struggled to concentrate in school, I couldn't get into college. Didn't have any girlfriends or boyfriends and I don't think I'm very funny." His voice breaks at the end. "I became a rebel. Acting out, causing my parents, siblings pain. I got tattoos, piercings just to annoy my parents, my dad. I screamed, shouted at my dad until the sun rose. Broke things, stole things. Hurt people. I mean I only tag teamed with drew because I knew it'd upset my father. I was so cruel to drew to begin with and yet he always..always looked the other way and gave me a second chance at life...like I deserved that." He looks up. "I guess what I'm trying to say is..do I deserve this kind of love?" He whispers.

Drews eyes widen.

"I used to think that" he chuckles lowering his gaze as the fans cheer. "I am still not sure why people, why you lot, like me" Leon admits. He sucks in his lower lip as he tries to regain himself. He makes a quiet popping noise as he looks up. "Why do you like me?" He asks. He stands back as they all cheer and scream his name. "We love you!" A fan at the front yells. Leon's eyes land on them and the fan smiles brightly. Leon's eyes land on the scottish warrior and skeleton King tshirt he's wearing.

He steps back to the podium. "I will work harder, so that I will remind you of love." He keeps his eyes on the young fan. "I will work with all my energy, so that you can be proud of me. I'll do my best." He promises. He glances up. He says something that shocks himself and his family.

Something a fresh face solo skelly would never.

"I want you to be happy because of me. Thank you WWE Universe. I love you" Leon bows his head in respect as the applause starts. Drew smiles and claps. Shawn can't help but stand and applaud, his boy has grown so much.

Leon stands back as the applause starts. He takes it in and slowly turns to look at his coworkers stood clapping.

Once it dies down he steps forward.

"Those people up there, are some of the best men and women in this business. I have never been thankful for better people to have working with me. They've worked so hard." Leon states. "I know I barely took time to care for myself, never mind care for them. And I.. I will always be sorry for that. I neglected a lot of the responsibilities that were given to me by my father, by the wwe and those stars up there." Leon explains. "And as i watched my introduction video. I think about how hard ive worked and pushed myself and ask why. Why did I work so hard?" Leon asks. "I look back and take it as a chance to reflect, to improve. All the toxic habits and behaviours. The incidents we faced, i faced." Leon continues.

He bites his lip before continuing. "I sometimes found myself feeling stupid for worrying about you lot in those times. When my face accident happened I remembered crying to my papa about how the fans will be let down. How you will miss out on a match or a promo because of what happened. I often find myself worrying about you guys. And those guys up there. Who will miss a career making match because I messed up and now can't be there? Who will lose fan attention because they couldn't pull one on me in a promo?" Leon states. "When I look at it now, it feels like it's because of how much you have cared for us. Yeah we get haters but the fans make it more worth it. The times people have written articles and novels on the mistreatment some of us faced. How you want to make sure no other child like me and dom are tricked and forced into spotlight at a young age. How you want the women to be treated like the men. You care so much for us and part of me feels like when we hurt you guys hurt more." Leon's voice begins to weaken.

"I guess I just don't ever want to part from you guys." He admits. "Weve worked so hard to get here. To get this position tonight." Leon whispers looking at drew.

He turns back to the fans. That's when it hits him. How hard it was to get here. The abuse. The push. How tired he actually is. He takes the mic into his hand. "We really worked hard and.." his voice cracks as his eyes fill with tears. "We worked hard." He breaks. He lowers his head.

Drew is immediately by his side, hand rested on his back. "We worked hard." Leon repeats as drew rubs his back. Drew smiles as the others come to join. Shawn keeps the elders back. "This is for them. Not us." Shawn states. Kevin nods in agreement. This was for that generation. The generation that had to try so hard to improve something great with harder limitations. To grow in the middle of the social media attacks. It wasn't easy and it never will be.

"We all worked so hard to debut in this ring" Leon whimpers. "All we did was work" Leon lowers himself as he begins to cry. Drew kneels with him, along with Cody and Alexa. "Your doing so well" drew whispers to him. John and randy move the podium so the girls can sit around Leon as the guys stand and kneel behind him. "There were so many obstacles. We always hoped it'd be simple and easy and that we could show you that" Leon sniffs and he hides his eyes in his arm. "But everytime we ran into something. Media, haters, rival companies" Leon whimpers as drew rests his head against Leon's.

"It was hard." Leon sobs. "It was too hard." Roman grabs a towel and kneels next to drew. "It wasn't just difficult for me. But for everyone. Everyone of us." Leon sniffs. "Its alright." Drew whispers as he watches Leon's tears stain the matt. "So...please...please don't go anywhere" Leon whispers. Drew chuckles and raises his head. "WWE Universe isn't going anywhere! Are you?" Drew calls. "No!" The fans yell. "They won't go" cody smiles ruffling Leon's hair. "Where would they go huh? They belong here" Randy chuckles. "You have to stay" Leon cries. "Ill work even harder, I promise. We will be the wwe superstars that makes you proud. Please" Leon pleads, lowering his mic.

Taker smiles softly as tears roll down his cheeks. "Kids good gotta give him that" Kevin hums as kane hands him 400 dollars with a frown. "He lasted a lot longer than most did." Taker huffs wiping his eyes. "He carried too much for them. And now? Now he's sharing with the world how much he carried to make this business work how tired he is." Hunter hums watching the stars form a really awkward group hug. "No hall of fame will beat this now. Future ones are screwed aye?" Shawn jokes getting some laughs. Taker nods. "Hes there lockeroom leader. No-one was ever beating him" Taker states. "A great leader too. Well nearly as great as ours." Rey teases. Taker rolls his eyes. "Shoulda broke down at mine." Taker huffs. "Nah I liked the lecture you gave. Adds to this. Shows the two sides of being a leader" Shawn smiles.

Taker watches as roman wipes Leon's face for him. "Yeah it does."

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WTF HAPPENED

This was supposed to be time travel fic

Yeah it was supposed to be sad

But the hall of fame was gonna have Leon make some shitty jokes about his childhood and then some of the stars were gonna go back and experience it and be real tripped out when they got back.

Guess I got carried away with showing Leon's emotions but also implanting him as a lockeroom leader and how sorry he is for not stepping up when the guys needed him.

Leon looks back at the camera. "I just want to state my shitty childhood had nothing to do with my parents. They are the best parents a kid can ask for. There's just somethings a parent cannot control aye?" Leon disclaims. "Just remembered twitter exist and they love to throw a michaels under a bus. Not giving yall a bone tonight." Leon huffs.

NOW I NEED TO WRITE MY TIME TRAVEL ONE TOMORROW AND HOPE I REMEMBER IT ALL 😭😖

[scoingun]

Sir Francis Drake

Name: Sir Francis Drake

Aliases:

Humanity’s Navigator

Master of the Maritime

Light Shining in the Storm

King of the Seven Seas

Tamer of the Wild Waves

Humanity’s Greatest Explorer

Sir Drake

Greedy Bastard (by Christopher Columbus)

Heartthrob of the Ocean (by Queen Elizabeth I)

Daredevil of the Seas (by Marco Polo)

Species: Human

Height: 6’5”

Age: 480+

Origin: Devon, England

Status: Deceased

Affliction:

Humanity

Einherjar

Navigator (former)

Explorer (former)

Voice Actor:

J Michael Tatum (English VA)

Toshiyuki Morikawa (Japanese VA)

Quote:

“Greatness, always comes from small beginnings, you should know that better than anyone else, Storm god.”

Appearance:

Drake is a tall, handsome man with long pink hair and turquoise eyes, a scar across his nose, and a ring necklace.

Drake dons a long red jacket, white button up shirt, multiple brown belts, black pants, brown boots, and a cutlass on his hip.

Personality:

Drake is a fearless, bold, determined, and confident individual, he is also quite greedy, doing anything for money, lastly, Drake often times operates outside of the chain of command, taking any treasures he finds on enemy ships and other voyages, he is more like a pirate than a Captain and Navigator on England’s flagship.

This daredevil and pirate like attitude has earned him a reputation all around the world, and when he was on his last legs, he never backed down, instead he stood up and attacked again and again, this unwavering will and spirit had given him a reputation as well.

Abilities:

Master Sailor

Master Swordsman

Master Navigator

Supernatural Abilities:

Golden Age

Shining Compass. Drake will pinpoint any and all openings in his opponent’s defense, and his sword will strike them at blinding speeds, allowing more opens to be seen for him to strike, but if used too much, will cause him to go blind.

Equipment:

Drake wields a rapier with a vine like design engraved on the blade.

[crimeboys]

relationship scramble?

this one’s basically a fleabag au with wilbur playing the role of fleabag. he and his best friend niki ran a bakery but like. six years prior wilbur left to try and become a politician and failed. badly. and ended up coming back but niki was already gone by then, tired of waiting for wilbur to come back bc he promised he would, at least to visit, but he got stuck in his own mind blah blah blah. she now works as like a campaign speech writer/consultant and wilbur is miserable and alone working at a bakery (his ass cannot bake) and has like no fucking money.

this also got too long so under the cut

the story starts at like a family lunch type deal. phil is in town for the first time in a while, he’s been traveling with his wife, kristin, who wilbur does not know that well and so does not fully trust. tubbo (wilbur's brother) and ranboo (tubbo's husband) are there as well, and technoblade (phil’s business partner/best friend who now 90% takes care of the company bc phil’s away), sally (wilbur’s ex-wife who he got pregnant at 16, subsequently had a baby with, and then they realized they were much better off friends but unfortunately they’d already had the marriage, the baby, and all of the subsequent disappointments. so they don’t really talk anymore. except for at family events or when wilbur is really, really drunk), fundy (wilbur’s 18 year old son wilbur hasn’t directly spoken to since wilbur tried to kill himself), and dream who is there as wilbur’s date but has been ignoring him to talk to technoblade. oh also michael is probably eating paste in the other room or something.

and a lot of shit happens but namely dream dumps wilbur for like the 100th time and tubbo offers wilbur money to keep his bakery afloat and wilbur lies to phil so so much and literally everyone knows he's lying except for phil.

the fic is crimeboys centric bc of who i am as a person and it’s basically like. tommy comes barging in demanding a job and wilbur at first is like “fuck no” but actually i’ll just post the scene keep in mind it's not edited blah blah blah

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“No, we’re not a new restaurant,” Wilbur says into the phone. Most calls are people asking that same question because of the name, Name Pending, that Wilbur and Niki thought was fucking hilarious six years ago. Now, Wilbur wants to ring their quirky little necks. “The name is just an inside joke. Yes, we’re open. Until 6pm. Because we’re a bakery, sir.”

The bell rings as the door opens. Wilbur doesn’t really need the bell because he can see with 100% clarity when people come in, but he and Niki thought it would add that touch of authenticity. As the customer continues to rant about wanting cookies at 7pm, a grimy-looking man walks in. Well, his skin isn’t grimy but his clothes are. Wilbur wonders how one can conceivably get that many stains on a shirt.

Wilbur hangs up the phone despite the customer still speaking and says, “Welcome in. What can I get for you today?”

“A job,” the man says. “If you’ve got one, I need a job. Badly.” Wilbur can afford to keep this place running maybe two months more.

“Well, I’m sorry but you’d probably have better luck-”

“No!” The man shouts, and Wilbur straightens up a bit in his shock. “No, no, no because that's what the lady at the supermarket said.”

“You got rejected by the lady at the supermarket?” They’ve got terrible turnover there. And thieves. This guy’s resume must be shit.

“Yeah, then I went to the bookstore, then the arcade, then the fucking thrift. All of them said, you’ll have better luck down the street!”

“Well,” Wilbur says with a shrug. “London.”

“Oh, fuck London.” Wilbur agrees. “Look, I really just- I just need a job, alright?”

“Yes, but I haven’t got one to give you.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I just prefer to work alone.” A lie. Wilbur misses the loud mornings of baking and music, crooning and dancing with Niki as they laughed, Wilbur always stealing at least one cookie per batch. Mornings with himself are loud in the bad way.

“Okay. I prefer having a job, personally,” the man slaps a paper on the counter. Wilbur bends over to skim it. Oh, nevermind, there are hardly 20 words. It would be hard to skim any more than that.

RESUME:

Name: Tommy Innit Prior Job: ONLY Man Ever Expected Pay: 200 dollars per hour

“Right,” Wilbur says. He folds his hands on the counter. “I’m not giving you 200 dollars an hour.”

“We can negotiate. 199.99 isn’t terrible.”

“You ever heard of minimum wage?”

“Ever heard of knowing your worth?” Wilbur’s eye twitches.

“What could you even bring to the table? You have any skills? Anything that would amount to earning 200 dollars an hour?” Tommy squints, like this question has never occurred to him.

“Work.”

“But what can you do?”

“Work.”

“If you can’t even answer a simple question-”

“Just tell me what to do, I’ll do it! I don’t care what it is.”

“Have you ever baked? Have you ever cleaned?” 

“I can figure it out!”

“Sorry, was that a no on the cleaning thing?” Looking at Tommy’s clothes, Wilbur would wager so.

“Just give me a chance!” Wilbur is not at the fucking place he can just give people chances right now. He’s going out of business, he just got dumped by Dream for the upteenth fucking time, and his little brother had the audacity to offer him money not 24 hours ago. He does not want to garner another fucking loss.

“Why won’t anyone hire you?” Tommy groans.

“Fuck’s it matter?”

“Color me curious.”

“Fuckin’- not a lot of places take ex-cons.” Well, that’s certainly something. That should probably make Wilbur’s choice even easier. But Tommy looks determined, Wilbur might be a little manic right now, and he’s tired of eating burnt fucking cinnamon rolls.

“Make a cookie and I’ll think about it.” Tommy blinks.

“What, seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Like, right now?”

“You got any other job interviews?” Wilbur points a thumb to the actual kitchen. “Have at.” 

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here are my notes for some of the relationships in this fic i didnt touch on too heavy uhh

quackity is a political consultant that wilbur has a very aggravating situationship with ← they just meet up a couple times a month to get drinks and piss each other off and then not have sex. this is both incredibly frustrating and also definitely part of it for both of them.

dream is wilbur’s “mutually beneficial” kind-of ex. when wilbur feels like he’s spiraling out of control, he tends to gravitate toward dream who is fine with it because he’s obsessed with control and also technoblade who he gets to hang out with if he’s “dating” wilbur. literally no one is actually sure whether they’re actually together when they’re going out but that’s fine, wilbur would die if he put any sort of label on any of his relationships, plus their trysts don’t last long and they have actually never been physically in a room alone together.

tubbo is wilbur's little brother who is married to ranboo and they have a kid, michael, and wilbur spends a lot of time being just a little bit bitter that his little brother is more successful than him but also tubbo is kind of erm. miserable he hates being a stay at home dad (he loves his son, he loves his husband, he misses Doing Things and shit) and the walls of his home feel more like a box and yeah. also tubbo offers wilbur money like right at the beginning of the story bc it’s Obvious the bakery is about to go under and wilbur is mad about that bc well. issues.

[redscorpiocat]

Random facts about my characters that you may or may not know since we got this far

Mr. Feral got his name after being ferocious since birth

Sweet Pea's halo can be used as a magic hulahoop or a circus ring

Mrs. Migraine celebrates her parties in the catacombs with the dead and the lords of the dead

Mrs. Rebrand and Mrs. Migraine are sisters

Lanna's mother is a fashion designer and her father is a photographer and a story writer

Sweet Pea's waist is slightly cinched

Carlos can change color on what background he chooses to blend in like a real chameleon

Darby is obsessed with early to mid 2000's Hot Topic stuff

Lanna has designed her own outfits with the help of her mother's inspirational artwork

Sir Plasma is inspired by the rainbow light prism, hence the rainbow colored body

Sweet Pea speaks a bit of Japanese whenever he needs to

Lanna sings Latin whenever she needs to

Mr. Feral can be a sweetheart at times despite his name, which was based on his looks and not his attitude towards the innocent folks

Mrs. Migraine used to be a princess that used to suffer from migraines, hence the name she got in the afterlife

Mrs. Rebrand's favorite song is anything made by May Roosevelt and was actually inspired by the songs

Mr. Feral can rap whenever he wants

Sweet Pea's snap mode can act like a pterodactyl if hungry

E.H is part cartoon and can break fourth walls a lot of needed for comical moments

Outsmarter! C.M can shape shift into an entirely different being and take any form as desired. Examples: A cat, a man, a woman, a tree, an oversized green Phoenix bird, even a person he knows and can take their place to make it better if their friends, or worse if their enemies

Outsmater! Eteled is an 8 foot walking stereo

The name for Poki the Pilk-ling was inspired by Rachel and Jun's cat named "Poki (They're cats are adorable >w<💝)

Spicy Sherbet (Feral and Lanna fusion) eats anything spicy, including the reaper pepper

Angel amethyst (Lanna and Sweet Pea fusion) can sing a heavenly voice if needed

Feral Pea (Feral and Sweet Pea fusion) Has durable and non-toxic ecto-wings

Tammy hangs out with other snails, including slugs and all

Carlos can swing on trees, attack/defend himself, or just hang around with his strong-ass tongue

Sullivan's favorite food is sushi, despite not having teeth, but has a bigger stomach like his mother (That I'll introduce later in the future)

Sour Puss is one charismatic bastard (Of an angle boyo)

Psychosis barks when he's in his straight jacket, but can turn sicko mode when he doesn't have his straight jacket on

Shaniqua listens to Michael Jackson a lot

Zachie and Darby have a relationship, just wasn't introduced yet (But will be ;3c)

Manipulator-chan can crawl on walls

Darby is into early to late 2000s trends and all

Bridgette likes being called a geek, because it makes her feel boosted with energy

Manipulator-chan's real name is Julietta

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More facts coming sooooon :3

[evita-shelby]

I love all of your work. I keep trying to imagine dad tommy from fic where his little girl comes home declaring she's got a boyfriend, and him panicking because she's like 6 and he can't scare the little boy without having his wife (the reader) chewing his head for it.

Omg thank you 😊

Okay for context, Florence was born in 1929 and is reader and Tommy’s youngest child (and his favorite of all four).

And i felt the prompt went better by being from Tommy's pov to focus more on Tommy and Florence’s relationship.

Other shelby children: Charlie and Gabriel (the Shelby Boys) and Diane (Diane Elizabeth)

Six years old

Gif by @samcoving

"Who's your new friend, Flora?" Tommy asked his youngest as he kissed the top of her head and then took his place at the head of the dinner table.

Frankly, Tommy thought it wholly unnecessary that they were using the large dining room they use to host gatherings instead of the more private family dining room.

But Florence Eleanor Shelby had demanded a dinner party for tonight, so he dressed for dinner and promised his wife not to overreact when he learned why.

A promise his wife had bet three shillings he'd break before the first course.

"My boyfriend." She beamed at him.

It took everything in him not to spit the water he had been drinking. He was going to need a drink, but Y/N had a strict don't drink in front of the children or I'll have your guts for garters, or so help me God, Thomas Michael Shelby policy.

"Hello, sir, I'm Andrew Roberts, pleasure to meet you." The little boy said courteously and waited until Tommy acknowledged him to resume eating.

Because in the pantomime that is life, his little girl attached herself to the son of Billy Kimber’s accountant.

Can't scare the boy, can't be rude or else Roberts will see it as a provocation, so he acts like this is just another friend his favorite child has brought over.

"I'm gonna marry him, daddy." Six-year old Florence tells him and you make it worse by indulging her in this fantasy.

The last thing he wants is for one of his children to marry young like his parents and the John did.

"But the girl is six," his wife’s says, "you're worrying for nothing."

"You're wrong, love," he tells her later once the dinner is over.

Six turns to eleven and she and Andrew remain thick as thieves.

She was bold, bolder than her best friend, the Princess Margaret, and Andy Roberts is shy and cautious like Tommy can assume his father was.

Calls him her boyfriend still, and he reminds Y/N that its way past being a phase.

"They're children, Tom" she shakes her head even as she does some last minutes things on the children's matching costumes.

Eleven turns to sixteen and Andrew nervously asks him for permission to ask Florence to a dance.

He has a shotgun on his lap when he gives the teenage boy his answer.

Florence locks herself in her room in tears and his wife shakes her head. "There's no harm in a dance. If you don't let her go, she'll just escape through the window and steal the car again."

So he listens to his wife and the next morning he apologized to his daughter and made her promise she wouldn't do anything stupid.

Sixteen turns to twenty three and they've been featured in everything from Tabloids to Time Magazine as the United Kingdom's entrepreneurial power couple.

Florence had invited them to a dinner party at her place in Mayfair. She had news and she had made him swear on the lives of his five grandchildren (by his three older children) not to overreact.

"Mummy, Daddy, I invited you today because Andy and I have news." She's nervous, but doesn't show it. His little girl had taken over the family businesses (the legal ones)and blossomed into a strong, independent and beautiful woman like her mother.

He knew what was coming.

Thomas Shelby had cornered Andrew Roberts after he bought the engagement ring.

But Roberts had sworn him to secrecy until the tine was right.

"Out with it, girl, your mother's not getting any younger." He tries to lighten the mood at the cost of his wife subtlely kicking him ubder the table.

"We're getting married!" They try to say it in unison, but nervous Andrew had said it first.

"You knew, Tommy?" his wife asked him suprised.

"Known since she was six."

[siremasterlawrence]

Multiplying Micheal

Michael:

Michael Lawrence Parker Patton is a guy I am apparently going to work with as he will be my submissive so he says, I agree to talk to him on Skype video call logging on to see his message ringing loud with a strong Yes Sir. As he waits for me he falls in to a light like a coma trance thinking back our first session on two weeks ago, he is on the telephone in a a happy blissful state sliding down the side of the kitchens sinks panel to cold floor of in a sleepy mode.He stares mindlessly ahead of him in a deep shock as he took my hand in hard glow of his imagination as I sit next to him and wrap my arms over him as he causing him to melt in a period of shock closing his eyes as he hit the wall.

“Oh Micheal! Do me a favor at the end of the staircase please turn off the lights.” I say to him as he stops counting.

“Yes Sir!” He says as loud click is heard a string is pulled and his lights shut off in his head.

“Excellent! Blank space!” I whisper into his ear while kissing him down his neck.

“I need you to envision the room fill up to the roof with golden light covering the room.

“I can see but how?” He says questioning his own sanity lesbians him alone in a white room and a mirror:

“The mirror is your focal point. “ I instruct.

“What are you looking for? What do you see?” He asks.

“Say something sir.” He pleads seeing his body naked.

“Hello! Yes don’t freak out! I am Steve nice to meet you.” The mirror image states.

“What the what? Who are you? Stay back”

He panics attempting to wake up.

“I am you! See? Just a better you “ Steve adds walking through the mirror.

“Not possible! “ he responds running away.

“You can’t escape! Let me out “ Steve states

“You are apparition “ he calls out.

“Poor you! Let me explain!” He places his own hands on his hip.”

“Master created me because you are dull”

“I am not dull! Boring maybe”

“Definitely “

“The husks is arriving “ a new personality is emerging.

“I suppose your Andy”

“Yes as ordered “

“Lovely”

“And Micheal?”

“He is fine just sulking”

“What’s wrong ?”

“It’s all bit much”

“He will be completely fine”

“Never mind him”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Excuse me Andy?”

“Your holding out on me”

“That’s sweet ass of yours”

“What about it sir? You want it first”

“Oh God! Take me”

“Those lips finally “

“Make me squirm “

The power of a new personality to is very dynamite in a sexually appetizing way shall we say because now all I want is to devour him whole and watch him squirm as his life is eaten whole in front of him such Is the truth about it all. His weakness is my pleasure making out in a state of fury before getting up front the bed on to my feet I walk out taking one last time to turn my to see him sleep and he wakes up in time grabbing me before I can exit the bed room. Smirking he slams me in to the wall it’s clear Clint has taken over a bit of mistake on my part of the programming he is a way bit too intense for me but still kind of hot as my back is on the wall and body presses again mine and we kiss.

“You don’t wait for orders?”

“Your bitch needs you now”

“He was crying for your touch”

“He is such a pussy “

“Yeah, but I am not “

“Awfully cocky”

“Hello! Have you seen me?”

“You love to embellish it too”

“Hey! If you have it then flaunt it”

“This dangerous”

“I am dangerous “

“Zip it”

“God! I want you “

“You infuriate me”

“You want to fuck me though. “

“Ugh! Yes!”

“I knew it”

“Use this bitch”

Grant is the jealous type of the all of the new personalities so damn needy holding on to me all the time as if I am so kind of support animal and I find it extremely funny because he is usually independent am thinking of me and himself. He found me closing the back doors into the backyard with the grass having yet to be cut he yanks the cord for the lawnmower cutting it all down to size and he works through the task with ease as he smiles at me winking my way. He stops halfway finished to wipe the sweat from his face placing one glove in his mouth and then over he puts them in his shirt back pocket then proceeds to open his shirt and throw it to the grass breaking in to sexy mid striptease.

“Master! Where are you ?”

“Right here bitch”

“You know who I am?”

“Johnny right?”

“Thank God!”

“How about Michael?”

“Don’t ask me about the pussy “

“He is a bitch “

“You don’t like it or him”

“I am hot”

“Full of yourself”

“Why not?”

“I am everything to him”

“Kneeling at my feet”

“Do you love me ?”

“More then everything “

“Kiss me my love”

“Master! What do you think?”

“Good Job…..”

“Alex”

“Sorry Alex”

“Too many of us”

“Yeah! It’s ok”

“Work of beauty”

“You think so?”

“Know so”

“I love you sir”

“I love you too”

“Do you mean it?”

“Boi?”

“You are my God”

“Then submit “

“I am kneeling “

“I love you “

“Prove it”

“You have been gone”

“Yeah boi”

“ALL NIGHT “

“Timing me”

“I am your protector “

“Ok ok”

“I am your servant”

“Submit “

“Let me serve you “

“Get up”

“Never sit in my chair”

“I missed you”

“Come over here “

“Kiss me”

“Make love to me”

“You are so hot”

“So handsome”

“You are perfect “

“Have a drink with me?”

“Another?”

“Better believe me”

“Ugh!”

“Oh come on”

“You want this “

“Oh really ?”

“Fuck with me”

“Nice polo shirt “

“You brought it “

“Remember “

“I do love it “

“You grabbed me”

“Your my babe”

“Lay on me “

“Hold me”

“Kiss me”

“Let’s fuck”

The end

[wh0rephobic]

Omg honestly im just glad you dont get annoyed by me spewing my housewife content into your ask box lol

SOOOO 💅🏻ANON IS BACK. But this time its kinda a really spoilt housewife butttttt ya know still housewife content.

you called William, you new it was his lunch break. It took afew rings but William finally answered. "Sir..." you said over the phone, pulling out the r. "Yes, darling?" William replied.

"I done all my work...soooo can I go shopping? I'll use the credit card with the limit on it..." you asked, putting the call on loud speaker as you got ready. "No, darling. You went shopping only 2 days ago and spent over what I gave you. You know how that ended." You still had the handmarks on your ass to remind you, but that didn't mean you wouldn't try.

"But my friends are going shopping..." that was a total lie, your friends were all at work. "Look, I'll take you shopping on friday, okay?" It was only a Wednesday.

You let out a huge huff and ended the call. ''Fine."

---------

You looked through your purse. "Goddamnit theres no cash.." you mumbled. You looked and then found a credit card. 'I don't think William has control over this one...'

You got dressed in a dress and put on the new shoes William had got you for your birthday.

You went out and got in the car. William had bought you that car for picking up the kids when he was using the main car for work.

You drove to the local shopping mall. You went into about 9 diffrent shops within 2 hours. Then you got carried away. And it was 3 hours. And then it was 4.

And then your phone rang. It was Michael. FUCK. You had forgotten to pick him up from his school. Luckily Elizabeth and Evan both had a after school club on.

You reluctantly answered the call. "Where are you? I called Dad already and he said you where at home! Did you fucking forget me!" Michael shouted over the phone.

"Michael, calm down! I'll come pick you up, just give me a second..." You put back your clothes you had in you hand. "I'll be there soon, just...don't tell your father."

You ended the call and rushed to the car. You quickly went to pick Michael up.

"Michael, I'm sorry...I'll order takeout for you if you don't tell your father! I just...got a little distracted." Technically that wasnt a lie.

"I bet you fucking spent all my dad's money again..." Michael complained.

Once you got home, Michael instantly went upstairs. You knew he wad probably calling his dad.

---------- time skip to when William got home.

You where in the kitchen, reorganizing the fridge and cleaning out the food. You heard a door open and a door slam. You where quite literally FUCKED.

"Did you fucking spend money and go shopping when I clearly tell you not too?!"

William practically pulled you by your shirt to the bedroom.

-----------------

Your legs where shaking. "S-sir! P-please! Not again--" when ever you felt like you where about the cum, he knew. He knew your body better than yourself. He would stop rubbing you when that knot in your stomach was threatening to break in two.

You where sobbing at this point. "Please! I need too! I'll do anything! I'll suck you off, I'll let you throat fuck me! I'll do anything! I just need too cum..." you begged and begged.

William didnt let you, even after you had sucked him off at least twice. "Fine. If you act like a bitch in heat, I'll fucking treat you like one!" William said, he roughly slammed into you. "Oww!" You mewled out. It hurt, yes, but finally you had his dick in you. You had been begging for this for at least an hour now.

Then he fucked you until you got a noise complaint from your neighbours. <3

<3333

[spidernerdsblog]

Can I request reader going to meet mob! tom's friends and when tom gets there, everyone tells him about the hot girl who just walked in and how they wanna fuck her tonight and when he tells them it's his gf they are like 😳 oh and you know tom being the most fearless mobster has trouble controlling his rage and maybe both y/n and tom have some jealous sex. pls I hope this doesn't trigger you and only write this if you want to and stay safe

I literally listened to where you belong by the weeknd while writing this the whole time lol. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18 +, SMUT, mature content, dom/sub dynamics, light bondage, language, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Where you belong

It was like any other night where Tom had to attend one of those lavish parties thrown by the biggest crime families in the country after all he's the mob boss but this time it was little different as you were going to join him tonight. After dating for six months Tom finally thought to introduce you to his underworld friends. Tom was dressed as usual in his business clothes which was a nice ensemble from Prada looking dashingly handsome as always. On the other hand you chose to wear the skin tight dress which Tom liked the most according to him it brings out the best of you. 

Reaching the venue you stepped out of the car as Tom hands the valet the car keys to park his car. Just when you were about to go inside together Tom remembers that he had an important phone call to make.

"Love, you go inside I'll be right behind you" He says to you.

"Okay come fast" you give a smile.

"Yeah I will" after making the call Tom goes inside the hall to find you when he heard some of his friends call out to him.

‘‘Hey Tom!’’ He momentarily forgot about you and made his way towards them.

"So what's up boys?" He pats Michael’s shoulder taking a drink from the ushers. 

"Tom, mate, you have no idea what you just missed’’ he informs all excitedly. 

‘‘Oh really? What was it?’’ he asked, amused.

‘‘Ask who was it, she was a fucking bombshell man, who just walked right through that door!" 

"You should have looked at her ass mate god I just want to fuck her so bad" Charles added.

"Keep dreaming you suckers because Roy is already at it, look over there" Liam chuckles pointing out to them. Tom followed their gaze and his jaw clenched as soon as he saw you, smiling and talking to one of his friends, he inhaled sharply in anger at the fact that all this time his friends were just talking about fucking you in front of him. 

‘‘Damn Roy is gonna get lucky tonight just look at those tits’’ Michael remarks as everyone chuckles except Tom who was fuming with rage.

‘‘You say another fucking word about her and I’m gonna cut that filthy tongue of yours!’’ He spat at him.

‘‘Woah man, relax. What got you so riled up?’’ Tom turned to them with a death glare.

"Listen you morons I want to make this loud and clear, she’s my girl’’ everyone’s eyes went wide in shock as they gulped hard in fear because the last thing anyone would want is to piss off Tom ‘‘and if anyone of you even dare to have improper thoughts about her I’m gonna put a fucking bullet in your heads! Do you fucking get that?!’’ He growled as everyone hung their heads low in fear agreeing to him. He then strides his way towards you.

‘‘So all by yourself?’’ Roy asks with suave in his voice.

‘‘Oh no, I’m with my boyfriend, Tom Holland you might know him’’

‘‘You- you are Holland’s girl?’’ He stutters in fear knowing that he is good as dead if Tom comes to know that he was trying to bed his girl.

‘‘Yeah’’ you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear smiling.

"Hey darling" you felt a familiar pair of hands wrap around your waist possessively.

"There he is!" you chirped as Tom knelt down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Where were you?" you pouted.

"Sorry darling was just catching up with some friends" 

"Hey Tom" Roy says awkwardly trying to act friendly

"Hey Roy" Tom gives him a hard glare and turns to you.

"I think it's time for us to leave" He says pressing his lips in a thin line.

"But Tom we just arrived won't you have a couple of drinks" you frowned at the sudden change of plans.

"I think I actually had enough darling, let's go now" He says sternly, you noticed his hard gaze and stopped yourself from questioning him further.

"Okay" He literally dragged you out of the place to the parking area. You got inside the car and sat on the passenger seat as Tom sat on the driver's seat slamming the door shut with such force that startled you. 

The whole ride back was completely silent; you occasionally saw him gripping on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. You knew your boyfriend as the most feared mob boss who was also known for his short temper. And by the look on his face he seemed angry for some reason which you are unable to figure out. Surprisingly his angry demeanor was turning you on, you shifted on your seat uncomfortably as you felt heat pool between your legs which didn't go unnoticed by Tom. 

Tom didn't want the night to end like this but here he was furious and raging from inside. He was very well aware of his anger management issues and since the day you walked into his life he has tried to be the better man for you including keeping his anger in check because he would do anything for you. He was never the kind of man to be triggered with such petty things but when it comes to you he just can't control himself he couldn't get over the thought of his friends were literally eye fucking you in front him. It wasn't your fault though you were no doubt beautiful and he feels extremely lucky that he gets to call you his. But seeing you talking and laughing with Roy just lighted up his fuse. He knew you were just being nice to him but when he knows what Roy's actual intentions were with you just makes him see red. 

He just wants to be reassured again that you belonged to him and only him which he is going to make sure tonight. And seeing you getting all fidgety he knew that you were soaking with arousal making him smirk internally at the effect he has on you. 

You finally reached the driveway of your mansion as Tom pulled over the car. You couldn't take the silence anymore and finally spoke up. 

"Tom are you OK?" your voice was full of concern reaching out a hand to his forehead "You are sweating" He grabs your hand with a death grip making you swallow hard as your gaze shifted to his brown orbs which were now swirling with rage and pure lust, yes he was angry and you know exactly what is going to happen next you found yourself getting even more wet just at the thought of it. 

"Bedroom. Strip and wait for me" his voice sharp and dominating. You nodded and let out a small "Yes" 

"Yes what?" He demands. 

"Yes sir" you say submissively, the corner of his lips curl up to a smirk as he brushes your cheekbone with his knuckles gently. 

"Good girl" 

You got out of the car and immediately went to your bedroom. Without wasting any time you did just as you were told, taking off your dress, you sat on the bed on your knees in just your lace panties with palms laying flat on your thighs as you waited for him in anticipation. Every passing minute felt like an hour as you felt your nipples harden in the cool air and arousal pool between your legs, you rubbed your thighs to get some relief from the growing ache. 

He finally arrives after some agonizing moments later the tux he was wearing already discarded and some of the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned giving a nice peak to the solid abs underneath. 

"Such a good girl, aren't you princess?" he cooes as he walks in and sits in front of you. 

"Only for you Tommy" you say sweetly. He knelt down and grabbed your jaw roughly to capture your lips hungrily his tongue prys open your mouth exploring your mouth. He gently sucks on your bottom lip tugging it lightly before pulling away you look at him through your lashes gasping. He brushes his thumb against your swollen bottom lip which you eagerly wrapped your lips onto, sucking and swirling your tongue around it as you hold onto his arm.

"Now don't be so greedy" he purrs as you release his thumb with a pop. 

"Give me your hands" He demands as you reluctantly extend your hands to him. Tom knows how you hate your hands being tied up with how much you love to run your hands through his hair and hold him close to you making you feel safe in his arms but today he had to establish that you were only his, he takes out his tie that was stuffed in his back pocket and ties up your hands with intricate knots. 

"Is this OK?" he asks tugging on it.

"Yes" you affirm, he pushes you onto the bed as you fall back on the soft mattress with him hovering over you as he unbuttons the rest of the buttons of his shirt and takes it off in a swift move. 

"So beautiful and just for me" he says with hooded eyes while his hands trailed down your inner thigh as the coolness of the gold rings on his finger sent shivers right up your core. He pinned your tied hands above your head when you tried to raise them.

‘‘Uh uh princess I thought you were my good girl’’ He patronizes

‘‘I am’’ you whimper in his strong hold.

‘‘Then behave if you don’t want me to leave you like this’’ he says kissing down your throat. You let out a gasp when you felt his warm mouth latch on to your hardened nipple. He smirked and continued sucking, teeth grazing on your soft mounds making you moan. 

"How dare those bastards look at what is mine?!" he growls in between littering your skin with wet kisses and marking you.

You were so helpless and completely at his mercy. Writhing under him and craving him so badly, snaking a hand inside your soaked panties, "so fucking wet" he observed as he spread your slick around your folds, pulling a desperate whimper from you. He brings his fingers to his mouth. 

"Tastes so sweet every time angel" he hums sucking them clean. He then trailed kisses down your stomach, on your navel, before he found home between your legs as he hooks his fingers to the waistband of your panties and simply rips it off you. He stared at your bare, glistening pussy hungrily as if you were his last meal. He dives down right into it sloppily licking through your folds making you arch your back but he holds you down placing a hand on your stomach as he continues his assault. 

You felt dizzy, your brain barely able to comprehend your surroundings. The only sensation you felt was Tom and his calloused fingers which he expertly worked up your dripping cunt and threw you over the edge. When he pushed three of his fingers inside you, you felt delirious and came all around his fingers. 

Tom quickly gets rid of the rest of his clothes and holds himself above you resting his forearm on the side of your head one hand reaches down to grab his throbbing member as he swipes his tip through your slick folds coating it with your arousal before pushing it in your aching hole. You gasp as you feel his tip slide past your entrance and fills you entirely, the stretch making you close your eyes in pleasure. 

‘‘Always so fucking tight!’’ He grunts feeling your walls warm and snug around him. Your eyes shoot wide open as he pulls his hips back and slams right into you without even letting you adjust to him, drawing out a loud moan from you. 

You were writhing underneath him wriggling your hands desperately wanting to feel him and hold on to him. Tom finally took mercy on you as he snakes a hand to your wrists and unties your restraints. As soon as your hands were free you flung them to his back pulling him closer as possible, one hand went to tug on to the roots of his hair. You wrapped your legs around his hips, hooking them behind his back. You could never get enough of him, you needed him deep inside you exploring parts of you that no one could ever reach. He nips at your neck sucking on your skin harshly, making sure for everyone to see who you belong to.

"Who is making you feel this good princess?" His voice raspy and breathless.

"You…" your voice trailed off as he pounds into you mercilessly. 

"Didn't hear you princess" he reaches down to rub where your bodies were connected. 

"You Tom! You!" you shrieked out at the added stimulation.

"That's right baby, I’m the only one who can make you feel like this, no one can make you scream the way I do, no one knows where to touch you like I do" he rubs harsher circles on your sensitive bud and moves his hips to thrust into you deeper, your moans growing louder and louder boosting his ego as your walls clasp around him.

"Fuck! I need to make sure everyone knows who you belong to eh? Maybe put a baby in you, what do you say?" He reckons while he continued to rut his hips

"Yes Tom fill me up, fill me up with your babies" you nod your head furiously as the sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room along with your grunts and moans.

"You will look so pretty baby, all round and beautiful with our child" He brushes your hair gently from your sweat covered face, you were a babbling mess by now unable to form any proper words except his name, his words only spurring you on to your impending climax. He keeps pounding into you even harder than before as you feel your body tense up, toes curling as the coil inside your stomach tightened.

"C'mon baby cum all over my cock, make me fill you up and mark you as mine" He urges and you screamed out when you felt the coil inside you finally snap your walls tightening around him as you came undone raking your nails down his back while his lips captured your swollen ones swallowing your moans as he finally cums inside you filling you up with his warm release and collapses on top of you.

"Mine" he mumbles into your skin between ragged breaths. 

"All yours" you say reassuringly running your fingers through his hair soothingly catching your breath. 

..................................................................................

[asmo-ds]

I've seen alot of headcanons about Simeon turning into a demon, but how would everyone react if Luke managed to turn himself into a demon 🤔 Like maybe he didn't amount up to Celestial Standards (I headcanon the Celestial realm is kinda weird due to the events of the anelic event) and then he made some type of minor violation and they kicked him out of heaven to avoid the possibility of him growing up to be undesirable in the Celestial Realm

When a Child Falls

Luke-centric ANGST & FLUFF

Warnings: Pain, falling from heaven, Luke hurting :(

Summary: After failing to live up to the standards of his superiors Luke is kicked out of the Celestial Realm and becomes a demon. Luckily for him the exchange program had given him so many new and old friends who wanted nothing but to help the poor child despite any bitter past they may have had with him

a/n: i was gonna do headcanons but then i was like what if i make a whole one shot about him falling and everyone helping him adjust to his new life and uh yea <3

Also this didn’t come out as angsty as I wanted it to but demon brothers comforting a fallen Luke >>>>>>>

He tugged on his own arm, begging for the elder angel to release him and give him a second chance, his once hopeful blue eyes filled with tears and terror. 

“Stop, I swear I just need more time, PLEASE!” Luke cried, punching the elder’s arm and attempting to pry his wrinkly hands from Luke’s small forearm. The elder yanked Luke’s arm harder, resulting in a distressed cry from the short blond.

Luke tried to steady his breathing as they approached the boundaries of the Celestial realm, where he was to be pushed off for his failure to earn his wings in a timely manner. The Celestial realm saw him as useless and decided they would be better off discarding a weak angel like himself.

“LET HIM GO, PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!” Luke could hear Simeon’s breaking voice screaming at the elders who held him back from Luke to prevent any interference, “JUST LET ME SAY GOODBYE PLEASE,” he begged to which the elder finally agreed and the two embraced tightly. “Luke you listen to me, you get to the Devildom you go STRAIGHT to Lucifer, he helped his brothers and himself through his fall he can help you, please, trust him with at least getting you through the transition then you can hate them again or whatever you want, pl-”

“I get it, Simeon, I promise I won’t let you down,” Luke interrupted, tears falling from his eyes onto Simeon’s broad shoulders. 

“Times up. Luke come to the edge, stand here,” an elder guides him into position. 

Luke’s hearing starts ringing as his adrenaline kicks in, the fear of death and disappearing from existing overwhelming him. His breathing grew fast, and before he knew it, he felt a push and wind pounding against his skin as he fell, and fell, and fell, until he saw the Devildom soil and he tensed, preparing for the worst.

Instead of hitting the ground he hears a fwoosh and finds himself caught in strong arms.

“Luke! What happened, where is Simeon? A young angel like you shouldn’t be down here all al-” Lucifer starts questioning the angel, concerned to see the small boy falling from so high. He was interrupted by a cry of agony, Luke pushed away from Lucifer, doubling over and screaming as the pain began to set in.

Lucifer recognized the transition immediately and how badly it hurt his brothers, so he gently approached the young boy, who glared at him with teary pained eyes, and he murmured a spell, before darkness washed over Luke.

- 

His innocent blue eyes fluttered open, not recognizing his surroundings, he sat up quickly, wincing and hissing as his back was suddenly filled with unbearable pain. 

Oh that’s right, I fell. They pushed me and now…His eyes snap open, remembering the feeling of falling, but nothing that happened afterward.

“I have… to find… Lucifer..” Luke spoke to himself, taking short breaks between every few words to take a painful breath, feeling his ribcage expand and contract as his wheezing continued.

“I’ve already found you, Luke, you’re in one of the bedrooms of the Demon Lord’s Castle. Please lay back and take off your shirt, your back is bound to be in a lot of pain, this serum will help.” The blond flinches as Lucifer rises from a chair next to the bed where he laid. 

Luke raises his arms and let Lucifer take off the shirt before laying on his stomach.

He hears Lucifer’s breath catch in his throat as he stares in horror at Luke’s back, where wings were starting to form, dark and mangled with feathers tangled and in need of a cleaning.

So like that, Lucifer kept Luke safe and took care of him whilst the other brothers prepared a room at the House of Lamentation for him to stay.

-

“Luke, I’ve brought you some tea and cake,” Barbatos walks into the bedroom carrying some snacks and drinks for the injured boy.

“Thank you Barbatos, I missed your cooking,” Luke smiles slightly before taking a big bite of cake and groaning. “Like, I really missed it-”

“Yes, Barbatos makes splendid food, which is why I keep him around!” Diavolo winks, nudging Barbatos with his elbow a bit.

“Actually sir, you only keep me around because no other demon has been able to keep up with your antics-”

“ANYWAY, Luke your wings look like they’re growing in nicely, and so do your horns,” Diavolo walks over to examine Luke’s new form. “You’ll probably be in a lot of pain for at least a few more days, but if you want to get situated into your new home we can let you go and just check in on you everyday.”

“Uh… I don’t want to intrude at the House of Lamentation, if it’s going to be any sort of burden to them-”

“Nonsense, my brothers and I are glad to take care of you and take you in, you experienced the same fate as us, albeit for different reasons, but still, we know your pain and we want to guide you so please, Luke, let us help you,” Lucifer places a reassuring hand on Luke’s shoulder as he says this.

“...Okay, BUT no calling me a chihuahua- GOT IT?!” Luke pokes Lucifer’s chest aggressively and earns a hearty chuckle from him.

“I agree not to call you a dog anymore,” Lucifer laughs out, “though I cannot speak for my brothers.”

-

“I can’t believe the chihuahua of all people got kicked out…” Mammon says, still in shock that the angel who had been so determined to make people smile just a year before during the exchange program had somehow managed to get himself thrown out of heaven.

“I remember when I almost didn’t earn my wings in time,” Asmodeus shudders at the memories of being threatened with exile and constantly pushing himself way too hard, “I got so many wrinkles from the stress.”

“Luke makes good food, I’m glad he’s staying with us.” Beel’s mouth was watering as he and Mammon moved a dresser, finally finishing getting Luke’s new room in order.

“Oi, try to be sympathetic when he gets here Beel. He may be a little annoying kid but he’s going through what we went through,” Mammon scolded his younger brother, an uncomfortable silence taking over the room as each and every one of them remembers the pain they were in as their bodies morphed into those of demons.

“God is such an asshole…” Belphegor mutters, getting extremely angry the more he thinks about it.

Luke had done nothing wrong, Lilith had done nothing wrong, so why? Why would he keep getting rid of the most determined of his angels over such insignificant things?

Suddenly all their phones go off with a text from Lucifer saying he and the boy would be arriving soon. They all gathered in the entrance hall, waiting for Luke to arrive. The front door creaked open, all of the brothers standing up straighter and nervous as Lucifer stepped through the entrance with Luke just behind him. 

The brothers all gasped quietly in shock at the state of Luke. He was pale and thin and the look of complete and utter despair in his formerly innocent eyes filling the room with a depressing atmosphere.

“H-hey there Fido- I mean- Luke, how’re you feeling?” Mammon tries to start up a welcoming conversation, getting a nasty look from Lucifer, who Luke was clinging to for dear life.

“Luke! As soon as you’re feeling able to, what do you say we bake something together?” Beel smiles sweetly, most of them getting nothing but nervous looks from Luke in response to their questions.

“I’m just going to help him get settled in. Satan you’re in charge of everything else around the house while I take care of Luke and my own paperwork.” Lucifer guides Luke up the stairs.

Satan rolls his eyes but mutters a small “fine,” before the two head upstairs to the attic, where they’d set up the room to look just like the dorm he stayed in at Purgatory Hall.

“Oh wow, it feels like I’m back in the exchange program,” Luke chuckles a little, clearly faking any sort of joy.

“Luke,” Lucifer kneels down, “you are one of my brothers now, you have nothing to fear, and Simeon will be able to visit at some point-” His attempt to ease Luke’s worries is interrupted by a loud sob.

“Don’t you get it?! Michael and Simeon will never look at me the same, ever again!” Luke wails, using his sleeves to wipe the tears that streamed down his face. “All I ever wanted was to impress them! To impress God and make humans happy and protect them! But now my natural instinct to hurt humans ruins any chance of me becoming the person I’d always thought I’d be!” Luke falls to his knees, sobbing and wheezing, his vision becoming blurry as a panic attack hits him like a truck. He can barely hear anything except for Lucifer calling out a name, and all he could make out was that it wasn’t his own name. A dark figure walks into the room and Luke hears muffled voices for a minute before he is suddenly extremely calm, his eyelids growing a bit heavy and he feels exhausted.

He then realizes someone was holding him and murmuring some sort of spell, causing him to panic once more, but this time he was perfectly aware and just jumped up ready to fight.

“Hey you dirty demon! Don’t use your dark magic on me or else I’ll-”

“Pfft hahaha,” Belphegor laughs hard, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “you still look like a chihuahua when you get annoyed!” Belphie teases and Luke blushes, before running at Belphie and tackling him, leading to a wrestling match on the floor as Lucifer stands by and watches the two of them closely, to ensure nobody got hurt under his watch. 

-

Dinner was the worst, to be honest. Luke had asked Lucifer if he could cook to say thanks for taking him in, but now he sat awkwardly and all of the brothers remained quiet, watching his every move and watching him like he was an injured little puppy.

“I-is the food not good?” Luke questions looking around nervously.

“AH- no its great Fido- LUKE, ah jeez I’m getting a headache this is so hard to adjust to,” Mammon slams his head on the table, earning a glare from Asmo and Satan who he sat between.

“Anyways, I know you’ve been to the Devildom before and don’t really need a tour BUT you’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg, there are so many more places to go!” Asmo smiles widely at Luke, “So let’s go together soon, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Ooooh Luke, you have to tell me what Celestial Realm video games are like, GAH I wish we had waited to start a war until after the invention of video games. Anyway I got a new one so I can show you a Devildom game and-”

“Shut yer trap Levi,” Mammon leans over the table to attempt to cover Levi’s mouth.

“But let the GREAT Mammon show ya all the best spots in town~”

“NO-no do not take the child Gambling, Mammon,” Asmo smacks him.

“Asmo for all we know you’re gonna scar him and take him to a strip club,” Belphegor smirks, knowing he just started a war.

“I WOULD NEVER, COME HERE YOU BRAT,” both of them in demon forms chasing each other around the house and screaming.

Suddenly everyone hears a child’s laughter and looks at the blond who had barely even smiled since arriving.

“We can try to do everything you guys want to show me,” Luke smiles. Everyone lets out a sigh of relief seeing that Luke was feeling more comfortable around them. “Um, question though… how do I go in and out of my… demon form?” 

“HAH that’s easy, just relax and let the GREAT Mammon teach ya!”

“Mammon, not yet. Luke, I will teach you, but we need to wait a bit longer or else the pain of transforming will be unbearable for you,” Lucifer looked down at the disappointed boy.

“Oh, ok.”

“Don’t look so gloomy Fid-LUKE JEEZ LOUISE- there's a lot the GREAT Mammon can teach ya in the mean time!” Mammon stands up with a cocky smile, hands on his hips. “Think of me as ya new master and you are my apprentice!”

“NO do not think of him like that he will make you do his dirty work,” Satan says, hitting Mammon in the stomach.

“Thank you,” Luke looks at Lucifer, “thank you for taking me in, I-I know we don’t have the best past and I was super rude towards demons during the exchange program but-but I’m trying to change for you guys! Thank you!” Luke bows his head, tears falling down his cheeks. The knowledge that he can never go back to the way he was bringing on more tears, but they didn’t mind. They’d been through the same process. So silently they all comforted him and welcomed him into their home with  open arms.

[horseboneologist]

You know sometimes... you do the most self-indulgent shit in the world? You know sometimes - you go "oh it's time for drawing practice" and then spend WAY TOO MUCH TIME drawing characters from the magnus archives in your own ridiculous wardrobe? Anyways if anyone reblogs this please tag it as nsfw cuz looking at this should get you fired.

Time to stop spending so much ✨money✨ on 🌟clothes🌟

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A series of digital drawings of characters from the magnus archives. I'll just describe them straight out.

1- a title page reading "A Magnus Archives Fashion Show" in goofy 70's font. Subtitles read "Bored? Try drawing a ton of fictional characters in your own clothes!" "Like way too many!" "A totally normal and healthy way to spend your time!"

2- Martin wearing a silvery dress with a long slit up the thigh. He's also wearing a fan-shaped blue stone necklace, a blue ring, blue nail polish, and brown roman-style sandals. The text behind him just reads MARTIN in giant text with a little tiny "I love you sir" next to it.

3- Jon kneeling on the ground looking extremely sexy and extremely sleepy. He's wearing a black t-shirt with the words "highly emotional" in vaporwave colors. Above that he's wearing a black button-up with purple & blue chevrons across it. He's wearing acid-washed cutoff jean shorts and knee-high pink sparkly boots. He has neon green nail polish. The text next to him reads "oh no he's so very sleepy" and "<- just got pushed to the floor by basira"

4- Jon wearing a sequined cow-print baseball cap, a cream-colored western shirt with tassels across the chest, pink pants, and white & brown cow-spotted boots. He's holding a white hexagonal purse with a blue eye on the front. His text reads "Yes honey you're PRECIOUS"

5- Sasha wearing a billowy white pirate shirt with a corset. The corset has Bosch's 'Garden of Earthly Delights' on the plates. She's also wearing white pants with a pattern of small rainbow zebras, and purple ballet shoes. The text next to her reads "Sasha you're so much better than these fools I'm so sorry they did you so dirty"

6- Basira and daisy standing together. Basira is wearing a black jumpsuit with a velvet top that has tassels along the chest, which is attached to silky wide-leg pants that have large pockets with tassels along the rim. She's wearing black high-heels and white cat-eye sunglasses with blue lenses. Daisy is wearing a red jumpsuit with an open back, red triangular sunglasses, and a ruby ring. The text between them reads "on their way to a 'buff wlw' key party"

7- Georgie wearing a purple frilly dress with a green frog pattern and an orange scrunchie. Her text reads "I just want her to be proud of me (pleading face)"

8- Melanie wearing a pink silky bomber jacket over a green sheer shirt. She's also wearing black leggings with a pattern of white leopards, black doc martens, and carries a purse in the shape of a black bucket with champagne and fake ice coming out of the top. Her text reads "My only feedback for Melanie: could have been meaner <3"

9- Gerry wearing a long-sleeve green velvet shirt with the shoulders cut out, showing his tattoos. He's also wearing black velvet leggings and draping a black velvet robe down around his elbows. He's also got shiny gold doc martens. The text for him reads "ALL VELVET ALL THE TIME"

10- Michael wearing neon blue leggings with a pattern of bright red, green, and yellow. He's also wearing a blurple robe with red & green flowers, and a velvet shirt with a cheetah print & rose pattern. He has neon green toenail polish and neon yellow fingernail polish. He also has a bright blue iridescent backpack. His text reads "Please take me into your hallways mr spiral."

11- Helen wearing a t-shirt with a bird on the back that says "I am a LIE" as well as gym shorts with a wtnv quote: "I don't know who I am and I don't understand the concept of time and how it relates to me." The text next to her reads "Fearpocalypse's #1 wingwoman!"

12- Tim wearing a pink velvet baseball cap, a t-shirt with color blocks of teal, pink, and yellow, and baggy pink jeans. He's also wearing black & floral carpet slippers. The text next to him reads "OMW to murder some clowns <3 <3"

13- Oliver wearing a green velvet blazer with matching 3/4 length pants. He's got a white shirt underneath, as well as black dress shoes with zebra fake fur on the tops. His text reads "Oliver you never did anything wrong & I love you"

14- Jon wearing a bright green velvet jumpsuit with huge flaring sleeves. On the sleeves are basic stylized eyes with yellowish sclera and red irises. His text reads "Come at me bro" and "NOT amused"

15- Elias looks like he's fallen down into a corner and his limbs are all akimbo. He's wearing a cow-print shirt under a lilac jacket, which has a white & black pattern of little snakes. His pants are the same color of lilac and have a pattern of purple crying eyes. His shoes are silver and reflective like disco balls. The text next to him reads "a NORMAL pose for a NORMAL man"

16- Elias standing in T-pose but also squatting with his knees out to the side. He's wearing a black velvet mini-dress, which also has huge flaring sleeves. On the sleeves are basic stylized eyes with white, veiny sclera and teal irises. He's wearing high heels with eyeballs skewered on the stillettos. The text next to him reads "laying an egg."

17- Simon Fairchild wearing a white & blue hawaiian shirt, a baggy black jacket with a pattern of purple flowers on it, and hugely baggy purple hammer pants. He's also wearing orangey iridescent round sunglasses. The text next to him says "This is the face of a man who has fucked the sky.... and will do so again."

18- Peter Lukas wearing blue & white flower-patterned booty shorts, blue short cowboy boots, and a white t-shirt that says "of course I cum fast, I've got fish to catch!!" with a picture of a bass on it. The text next to him reads "...what are you looking at"

19- Elias wearing a pink & multicolor eyeball-patterned robe, pink velvet shorts, and a white t-shirt with some Tom of Finland art on it (look up 'hot and heavy'). The text next to him reads "Lord forgive me for I have sinned" and "fuckboy"

20- Elias again, almost naked but wearing a leather full-body harness that has little tiny patches of fur tufting off of his nipples, as well as a big puffy patch of fur as a merkin. He's making direct eye contact with you, dear reader. He has a pair of condoms under his hand and the text next to him reads "I got a Magnus condom for my monster dong" and "fuck MAN" (and "psst this is the only outfit I don't own")

Hey I'm really sorry